The sun beamed down on John’s face as he emerged from his little wooden shack. He held up his arm to shield his eyes and breathed in the salty air blowing in from the sea in front of him. John had been a fisherman all his life, but today would be different. He was searching for a very rare type of fish. Some may even say it’s not a fish at all. The old sailors in town like to call them mermaids. “I seen one of the coast of Madagascar. She had long blonde hair and tits like you wouldn’t believe!” ranted one of the old fools. “I hear they can suck the chrome right off of a bumper.” added another. After endless nights alone in the bar listening to those old sailors tell their tall tales, John had finally had enough. It was time to see if these tales were fact or merely the fiction of drunken old buffoons. He walked down to the shore where his trusty boat was resting peacefully on his tiny dock and went through his mental checklist of supplies.

“100 yards of rope? Check.”
“2 barrels of dried fish and jerky? Check.”
“Two boxes of Seaman’s Choice Industrial Strength condoms? Check.”

  John weighed anchor, dropped his sails, and set forth into to open sea in search of his dream. The dream to get sucked off by a half-woman half-fish creature. He sailed for three days before reaching the islands where the mermaids were rumored to live. Once he was there he dashed back into his cabin to comb his hair, brush his teeth, and trim his ball hair. From what he had heard, mermaids preferred groomed ball hair. As he was trimming the hair on his left nut, John began to hear a soft melodic voice drift into the boat’s cabin. He threw down his scissors and ran out to see if it was real or merely a hallucination. There she was, sitting on the edge of his boat with her tail still in the water. Her long blonde hair draped down beyond her back and rested in a small pile on the boat's deck. Her breasts were even larger than he could have hoped for. “DDs? No, bigger! They had to have been Hs.” He thought to himself. Just then she slowly raised one arm and motioned with her hand for him to come closer. Without hesitation, he moved to the edge of the boat. She smiled at him then reached down for his zipper. When she saw what was in his pants her face lit up with delight and she eagerly began sucking his cock. Gently at first then more passionately. Harder. Faster. She stopped only to take in deep breaths of air to allow for more deep-throating. This was apparently her forte. She took him deeper and deeper until her lips touched the skin of his abdomen. With one last flick of her tongue, he exploded inside her mouth and his hot load slid down her throat. Now John would finally have a better story to tell than those old sailors back home.