“Hi, you shouldn’t be here,” Tom tried to convince her.
“Hmm, I’ve never met a genuine hero before,” she said, stepping forwards to stroke his chest.
“I’m sorry, but you are a bit young for me.” Tom tried his previously failed defence.
“I’m 22 and you’ve been avoiding me. I think it is more of a case of whether you can handle me?” She said as she squeezed her arms together, exaggerating her breasts. They must be a C or D cup, bursting at her buttons. She coyly smiled at him, continuing to unbutton her blouse.
“But what about your mum, she came back with you back to the pub?”
“She’s my step mum, dad’s second marriage. She’s asleep, having a nap. I told her I was going to walk along the cliffs to watch Dad and little Stevie. So we have time.”
Tom may have made the pretence of denial, just as with Becky, but being once again close to a female mammal anything, he could feel his dick throbbing trying to rise. She was blocking his escape route, so once again the decision was made for him and there could be no backing down now. Her breasts were calling to him for attention and he started wondering what she would look like without her trekking trousers.
She tossed her blouse behind her against the door. Her breasts were bursting out of her lip matching red bra, her short 5 foot 4 height making them look bigger. Her hands went behind her back and her bra went limp. She shrugged her shoulder straps down and her bra fell to the floor. Her breasts sagged a little from their size, but Tom’s eyes popped out of his head. They were the biggest he had seen in a long while, nice small aureoles with pert nipples. He couldn’t resist reaching out his hands to softly knead them in his palms.
“Mmmm, let’s see if you something heroic hidden down there?” She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, tugging his trousers down, exposing a one-man tepee tent, with a large central pole. “That is impressive.” As she reached into his boxers and gripped Tom’s manhood in an arm wrestler’s grip. She was not new to this, dropping to her knees she pulled his boxers down. It was now her turn for her eyes to pop out of her head.
“Hmm, admirable for any hero,” she gasped leaning forward to wrap her lips around his rigid pole. “Mmmm. I smell and taste pussy cat, I wondered this morning if you were with the landlady last night. Let’s see how I compare to her?” Then she returned her lips to his shaft to prove her point.
This was no clumsily fuddled licking blow job, her technique confirming her experience. She was sucking like a vacuum cleaner and working her way up and down his throbbing shaft. Her tongue licking and lapping his enclosed member with her hand juggled his balls lightly.
Like with Becky, as he had no deep desire for her, he knew he would have time, so didn’t need to rush. His hands brushed through her hair, encouraging her to engulf deeper onto his tepee shaft. He felt her tonsils, but she gave no reaction, so he upped his tempo, causing her to moan and salivate.
After a while, she broke free, looking up to him, “The boys at Uni would have lost their load by now.”
“Well, you wanted a hero?” Tom encouraged her to stand up as his hands unfastened her trekking trousers and her hands returned to playing with his tepee shaft. As soon as her zip was open, his hand slid down to find her wet and ready for his fingers to slide in to tease her clit.
“Mmmm, don’t neglect the back door?”
Tom’s free hand slipped down her fleshy bum cheeks and her panties at half-mast, to find she was already lubed up and wet.
“Mmm, I do like to be prepared, a lube for all occasions,” she purred.
Soon both her entrances were full with Tom’s fingers and she was trying to stifle her moaning pleasure. Tom leant down to nibble at her pert stiff nipples, while her hips thrust with his fingers, her legs trying to shake free her trousers from her hips.
“Come on superman, fuck me.” She begged, bending over to kick off her trousers and panties, with Tom’s fingers still deep in her. He released her and she stepped back against the tiled wall. She was lovely, her ample boobs overhanging an attractive, slightly plump stomach, her pear shaped waist and hips framed a shaved bonnet. She slipped down the wall, with her knees slightly bent, spreading her legs, with her fingers masturbating herself. She looked at him coyly, and her tongue licked her red lips, inviting him in.
Tom stepped forward, as her hands guiding him up into her. Once engaged she hung her arms around his neck and then wrapped her legs around him as he drove upwards and deep into her.
“Fuuuck yessss, you are super big, my hero.”
Tom pressed her against the tiled wall as he drove his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft breasts squashed between them. Her skin was smooth and cool, like marble. Back in his home world, Tom would have lost his load with a woman like this. Here she was barely 4th in line behind the soft fur of Sarah and Kitty and his rubbery mermaid princess. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and time again. Her one hand searched to grab a small hand towel on the rail nearby and stuff it into her mouth. The hand towel stifled her screaming in ecstasy as orgasmic waves flowed over her after a week of celibacy with her stepmother.
“Mmmmmph…Armmmphhhhh…SCMmmmph…”
She relaxed and pulled her mouth gag free and whisperingly begged, “Oh, you super sex toy. I need you to fuck me like a dog, in the ass now, as we’re running out of time, she’ll wake up soon.”
Her legs broke free to stand, and her arms relaxed. Tom stood back, expecting her to drop onto all fours, but she led flat, face down on the cool tiled floor. Spreading her legs and her hands pulled her shining lubed cheeks apart. Her pre-lubed star ringed flower winking at him. She turned to look expectantly, with the hand towel back in her mouth.
Not wanting to disappoint her, he squatted down behind and slowly inserted his shaft head into her.
“Ekmmmph.”
Having pre-lubricated herself, Tom easily slipped deep into her. She wasn’t as tight as Pisces earlier. He was soon bottoming out on her cheeks. She brought her legs together, forcing Tom to straddle her bum and drive upwards. It seems this was her preferred position, as she started to moan at each thrust of Tom into her.
“Mmmph, mmph, mmph…”
Tom then remembered his experience with Becky and slapped her one cheek hard. She seemed to appreciate the resounding slap more than Becky. Her own hand slapped her own cheek to encourage him. So he took turns in slapping each cheek whilst driving into her.
“Mmmmph, mmmph, mmph…”
Her cheeks were glowing now and intermittently squeezing Tom, who could now feel his own orgasm growing, with that familiar sensation deep down. If he was the hero, he was going to do it his way. He wanted to see those glorious tits bounce. He withdrew, with her eyes questioning him, until he rolled her over, bent her legs over his shoulders, doubling her over. She was now nodding with the towel still in her mouth, realising his plan, her eyes bulging as he once again sought her rear target and re-entered her.
Leaning onto her thighs, bouncing and slapping off her cheeks, he drove in and upped his tempo to get her tits bouncing. He was mesmerised, enjoying their flowing movements, coupled with his insertions and the slap of her arse. She arched her back, screamed into her gagging towel. Her eyes bulging and clenched her tunnel around Tom as she was swept with fresh waves of orgasm.
Tom felt his own pleasure trigger and released his fountain into her, feeling it pulse and drain, holding her tight whilst driven deeply into her. She pulled the towel free; her hands grabbing Tom’s head to pull him into her and hold a deep long passionate kiss.
Tom now drained, pulled free to stand and watch her stretch and stand to dress, soaking in her hour glass figure and smudged red lipstick.
“Fuck, none of the boys at Uni have given me that. You are one super sex toy, my hero. Look next week I have to spend with my mum, but if I were to come back in two weeks can we have a rematch? Do they need another human helper, as I could do with a summer job?”
Tom panicked, he didn’t even know her name. The last thing he needed is another fuck buddy as he still had his mission to screw Becky straight and a midnight date with Pisces. Jeez?.
“Oh, I don’t know, I may have moved on by then, I don’t know what their plans are.”
He wasn’t sure if she had even heard him, as she was dressing in double-quick time. She was still buttoning her blouse when she turned to kiss him goodbye, “Hmm, that was fun, hero boy.” She unlocked the door, glanced outside and left.
Tom locked the door quickly, his mind racing with questions; would he get a fuck review? What if her step mum found out? She could taste & smell Kitty on him? What if she returns in 2 weeks? He was back walking that tightrope again.
Thirty minutes later he was showered and dressed in new clothes, making his way into the bar to see how he can help Kitty.
“Tom, one of the fisherdogs has said they need you down at the beach with Captain Brown.”
“Okay, thanks,” Tom thanked Kitty and started his way down towards the beach. The beach was busy with everyone at the water’s edge looking out to sea. Tom could see Captain Brown stood alongside the rocks at the base of the grassy knoll at the centre of the beach.
Two merpeople were swimming towards the outcrop of rocks. Captain Brown turned and beckoned Tom to him. Tom reached Captain Brown, and they both made their way out along the rocky outcrop to meet the merpeople.
Tom and Captain Brown could stand on a rock ledge that reached seawards out from the outcrop, inches above the waterline. The water in front of the rock was deep, allowing the merpeople to safely come close and tread water, without having to shout.
One was Pisces the Mermaid. The other was a large broad-shouldered Merman, with long grey hair and a long grey beard.
Captain Brown introduced them. “Tom, this is pod and regional merpeople school leader, Triton, and you know Princess Pisces.”
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