Like a gentleman (restrain your passion)

You attempt to clear your mind and not act on the impulse to feast on the first thing you can reach of delicious beauty before you.

Although this sort of behaviour isn't typical for sea turtle merfolk, you'd learned from hearing the older leatherbacks in your sanctuary deriding the other variations about their uncouth behaviour, touting the justification that your kind collaborated with the opposite sex instead of throwing yourself into a sex melee around a single female.

Naturally possessing an even-temper, you'd always found this thought appealing. Though you do not resent other's impulsiveness you tended to hold yourself to certain standards.

Besides given the current situation with hungry and formidable looking mermen sharks circling, you'd undoubtedly loose if jealousy sparked among them.

Or so you tell yourself when the black-fin mermaid pushes you onto your side with her unrelenting advance, trailing her lips from your collarbone up your throat.

The sensation is so overwhelming the only think you can think to do is bring your hands up to clasp her waist.

You feel a hand caress over one of your front flippers. Without thinking your gently clasp and envelop the mermaid with your flippers, momentarily enveloping her in a an odd reversed hug.

Through half lidded eyes you gaze past the pectoral fin of your female companion gently nibbling your jawline and see the Great white's caudal- and second dorsal fin.

Lying on your back, even in water is a strangely intimate feeling. Having such a mighty shark between your flippers with her breast pressed against your plastron twists your mind in odd ways and stokes the fire in your loins.

A fire which steadily gives births to your inner member.

Having caught sight of your not so little friend down there, even at half-mast, it was already half an arm's length.

With a few powerful strokes of her caudal fin, you feel the blond mermaid slip between your fins. Her sandpaper-skin a tad bit rough against your sensitive hide. Against your shell, however her belly rasped pleasantly.

The first touch to your awakening member strikes you like lightning. You stiffen and jerk your head back, inadvertently parting from the sharks lips. Not noticing the small nip against your neck where she grazes her teeth.

Perhaps unaware of the erupting volcano in your mind, the great white continues to stroke your shaft.

"What length and girth! A true plough to till the sea bed with." She praises loudly.

You hear the mermen's telepathic frequency increase and blush fiercely, while also feeling a giddy pool of pride well up in your chest like cloyingly sweet honey.

"For most turtles our penises reaches about the length of half of our shells when fully erect." You explain trying to sound unaffected by her praise.

The noice increases.

"Just because you've got a long spear doesn't mean you know how to use it" shouts the young black tip merman you'd seen earlier.

You feel a stab of annoyance, which is over shadowed by a sense of mortification that cools your mind slightly, from the continued bolts of pleasure where the mermaid on you belly is stroking the length of your cock, trying to max it to it's alleged full length.

"Shut up brother!" Screaches the raven-haired beauty in your arms. Her face once more falling into a cute pout as she pushes up against you with more furver, perhaps to regain your attention, you think.

She brings her face level with yours. Staring into your dark eye, she hesitates briefly.

"I've never been with a turtle merman before." she confesses softly to you.

Your heart stutters for a few beat. Your voice retreats into your belly unsure of what you are feeling.

"Turtlemermen are usually quite timid towards our kind and never let us come close. If only they would understand that we are not a threat, we could get to know each other." she laments.

"A righteous desire, fair mermaid." You final scrounge up the words to say. But while gazing upon her proud self, flesh unbroken, her skin rich and smooth with dark hair fanning out behind her in the faint sea current, you find all words to describe your attraction to her wanting.

"You need to take more initiative friend." You hear the blond merman call, and remember the silver tips of his fins.