A blowjob? (things spiral out of teeth)

You are momentarily stunned and begin to flap your flippers to turn yourself around, so you are no longer on your back. Trying to orient yourself.

The black fin mermaid, who'd been cruising underneath you follows you seamlessly, gluing her breast to your back and wrapping her supple arms around your breast and tuckering her face intently in the crook of your neck.

Her lips part and you feel her tongue lavish your skin, in a manner that makes you want to loose yourself.

She does not stop you, however, from noticing that the male sharks are swimming mere feet away from you. They'd closed in their encirclement and some are beginning to reach out to touch your shell and flippers curiously.

They swirl and swim around you in a dizzying display of brown bodies. Their touches trail a sizzling matrix of sensations which shoots up your spine.

You feel a firm grip around your cock, and you peek down the length of your plastron and see the great white grinning up at you as performs a few firm jerks of your cock. Once again, you find yourself on the brink of ejaculating.

She stops.

Eyes locked on yours she lowers her red lips to the tip of your cock.

You hold your breath. You'd heard about blowjobs.

She bares her teeth her. A chill suddenly locks your joint.

They were no longer the perky blunt human teeth, but triangular serrated things. Multiple rows of them.

Your eyes have just enough time to widen before her pick gums move, seemingly independently of the mouth and bites the tender skin of your gland.

You body spasm and jerks. The young black tip mermaid against your back tightens her grip on you.

Suddenly, you feel only a burning pain shrieking from your neck down to your fingers. You arch your back and for the first time you make a sound.

A guttural sound you never knew you had in you to make. Some horrible hybrid between a groan and a shout.

Your blood colours the water.

Unfortunately for you this signals the go ahead for the other sharks, for the they descend on you. Grabbing, biting. Your shoulders, your arms, your carapace, your flippers. It does not seem to matter to them.

The pain is blinding. Yet you can still see. Shark tails one darts away after having a taste an another longes for the opportunity to break your flesh.

You feel someone collide with your blelly, pushing away one of the sharks nibbling at your waist.

You look down and see the sandy blond merman smiling up at you, thankfully with straight teeth. Another tanned youth of the balckfin school closes moth willed with T shaped serrated teeth. But before he can have a taste the silver tip smacks him in the face without looking, his hand hand just above his upper lip and merman shudders and falls away.

The silver tip merman lowers his head to delicately begin nibbling nipping at one of your nipples, still with human. Perhaps it is not painful or perhaps not, but your body is overstimulated and you feel nothing but hot pain.

"Why?" you ask with a growing sense of betrayal, and the sandy haired shark merman pauses momentarily, his fervour temporarily receding.

"What is the matter? It is only love bites," he responds just before he bites your other nipple and holds it steady in his mouth, he could probably have bit it right off, but instead he is likely only bruising it instead. None of the merfolk sharks have ripped any junks out of you. Just tested the pliancy of your flesh.

But your heart aches. Something clogs your throat. Your mind is turbulent you can't bring yourself to form any words.

You feel yet another bite at the length of your shaft, and a guttural scream wrenches out of you again. You try to thrash, but there are mermen hanging onto your flippers, arms and shell, caressing, biting. And all of theses sharks, they’re powerful built. Though you might outweigh a single shark by almost five times, there are simply too many.

The sandy blond haired merman looks up at you with curious eyes even as he licks your bleeding nipple and arms encircling your waist, next to another black-tip shark who is nipping at the nipple which had first been molested.

Behind You the petite dark haired beauty is kissing and nipping up your neck hands in your dark hair, pulling it to the side to bare your neck. It should probably have been a pleasant sensation but you are to distracted by the sharks biting into your carapace. Though you feel no pain it doesn't stop the terrible understanding from tormenting your brain.

Even more so, you can't draw your attention away from the Great White who is sucking your cock. This time for real, though you still feel her sedated teeth graze your shaft. The stinging of your wounds twists the pleasure you can draw out of her ministration.

That, and the confusion.

Why, are they doing this? They don't seem to bear any animosity towards you, save perhaps perhaps the brother of the black-fin mermaid.

...And maybe the great White, you aren't really sure about her...

But the young merman starring up at you had seemed nice. Supportive...

The sight of a merman swims by and bending to make his hand curl around one of its erect clasper catches your attention.

The silver tip sees it too, letting go of your nipples to gaze after the masturbating black fin.

The silver tip releases his hold on you abruptly, swimming up over your head. A bright idea glittering in his blue eyes.

Feeling something poking into your belly, you look down at a pale cock protruding from between the sharks pectoral fins. not far from where his torso joins with the shark's body. A tanned, woman's arm darts past your neck to slap at the Silver tip sharks abdominals. The merman seems unconcerned, however, and claps his hand over her mouth in retaliation. You feel her jerk then wriggle. Her rough hide scraping the length of your back as she darts away in that abrupt shark like manner.

You stare up at the blue eyes of the merman as he entwines his fingers into your hair. His erect cock caresses the length of your neck until the tip rests against your lips.

"Open up, friend." he instructs with an easy smile.

Something dark bubbles in your throat but your mouth falls open. That pale cock slides in and he sighs with pleasure. You try to bite, but your teeth are to delicate. You're mouth is only made to bite soft bodied creatures, after all.

The merman moans in delight, when his cock rubs against the fleshy spines on the inside of your mouth.

He trust his cock deeper. Fingers gripping your scalp more tightly and his head cast backwhen his gland enters your spiny throat. his long pectoral fins press against the sides of your face and even they are rough against your skin.

A quiet anger simmers inside of you as you dedicate the silvertip to your memory. Then sooth your sense of helplessness by taking note of every injustice committed.

Another shark is rutting against your shell, holding on with his teeth where he had bitten and digging his fingers into other wounds in your carapace left by the others. Your shell has no pain receptors, but you can still feel his grip.

A finger enters your cloaca.

You flinch and call out your protest with your mind. But all the sharks are too frenzied to take any real notice, excited by their earlier feeding and now by your blood.

You try to push the silver tip away with one hand which you'd manage to shake losse from the clutches of a shark. Your other hand is firmly wrapped around another merman's shaft.

But your hand does nothing but scrape against the sharks rough hide while you're all to aware of the wriggling fingers in your cloaca. You try to pull at the silver tips white lined pelvic fins but it only seems to encourage the sandy-haired youths thrusting down your throat.

The fingers below retreat, but are replaced with something much larger. You choke on the cock in your mouth and the thrusting of the cock becomes frantic. But your mind is elsewhere. Down below. And you feel with unerring clarity the spurs of the claspers unfold and latch onto your insides.

"You were acting so much like a mermaid, we might as well give you the pleasure of experiencing what it's like." you hear one of the mermen jeer. Probably the one with his claspers buried in you.

The he begins rutting. Somewhere, amongst all the the pain and discomfort you feel the pleasure as well. But you are to overwhelmed and the that pleasure twist and mixes with your anger deepening the embers of fury stoking in your belly.

Your fumbling fingers snag on something between the Silvertip's pelvic fin. You realise quickly that you've found it's cloaca, so you vengefully thrust your fingers into it.

The silvertip merman doesn't seem to mind, moaning with pleasure instead and spasming his cock in the sanctuary of your warm mouth. He thrusts a final time. Burying himself to the hilt and ejaculates down your throat. After a few moments he withdraws. Cock slowly deflating and shrinking.

"That's quite the mouth your blessed with." he praises, bending to inspect it and running a finger along the insides of your cheek. this time you do not deign to offer him an explanation. All your words have gone to the fires of your building wrath.

The sandy blond kisses you gently on the lips. Shuddering rapturously form the act, them pulls away with an easy farewell and your fingers slipp unceremoniously out of him.

You do not glare after his white countoured caudal fin for long, for he is soon replaced by a grinning black tip merman, who swims down the length of your torso. White underside raking against yours.

With a sudden movement he sinks his serrated needle like teeth in one of your flippers. Arms wrapped around your waist. One of its claspers bloats and begins angling itself to thrusts it like a spear.

You catch it with your mouth, or else risk it poking you in the eye.

On and on it goes. A working mass of shark tails as they jerk, rut, and thrust against you. You have, at this point, drifted quite far from where you originally had been Buffeted by the constant restless movements of the sharks.

One by one, they begin to fall off as they ejaculate. First, the one in your mouth, though it is replaced by yet another. Then, the one using your hand, the ones using your shell and back, and another couple who'd been using your underbelly follow suit. At last, the one ravishing your back entrance ejeculates.

Perhaps he'd already ejaculated in your cloaca, but he'd stayed in you for some time, only lazily rutting from time to time. Finally, with a sudden jerk, he pulls out, and it seems to be the signal for all the others to leave you. They take their leave, calling back to thank you for a great time.

The black tip mermaid swims over your shoulder. Sparing you a glance and smiling

"You weren't quite assertive enough for my tastes." Shen she straightens and swims away with a few sharp flicks of her caudal fin.

The Great white trails up from underneath your plastron and smiles. It is only now that you really take in all the scarred bite marks on her and realize the significance of them. However, she only smiles toothily, and you hate the sight of those white teeth and pink gums.

"Such a thrilling first experience. One to remember, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes," you respond venomously, glaring back, but are to weak to attack her like you really would want to do.

She merely laughs and, with a swish of her great shark body and tail, she too, is soon vanishing into the distance.

You swim weakly, determined that this wont be your final resting place. You feel a strong underwater current and let it take you. As you finally relax your exhausted body, nursing the hatred that grows at every stinging bite on your torso and flippers, the throbbing on your cock in particular rules your ire.

This experience will indeed be one to remember, your brood darkly. The sea around you is no longer the bright place you had seen it as before.