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Disclaimer: The usual ... if you're underage, stop reading (and how did you get a hold of this in the first place), if you're offended by transgender or transsexual ideas, stop reading, and if you're unlikely to enjoy erotic descriptions of sex, stop reading. Please read "Changes In Paradise, parts 1 - 11," if you haven't already, and take a moment to post a comment or send an email. Permission granted to re-post on any free site with attribution. Thanks for the comments, suggestions, and encouragement on the previous parts. I really appreciate it. Several characters that appear in this chapter are the results of the comments from readers. Thank you, Draflow, for the character of Mark, and thank you Mar Vir, Pat(rick), and Fran(k), for all your hard work in editing, suggesting, and author support. It is appreciated. All mistakes that remain are my own. Changes in Paradise: Part 12 - SEALS, Surprises, and Steadfastness Joy recruits an old friend to be a new mer, the Moon Pool itself changes, and the saga continues. By Patricia ***** Mark Johnson was fifty-six years old and retired. He was enjoying his usual late afternoon coffee at the Quan Ngon, a small bistro style restaurant in Ho Chi Minh City when he got a short text message on his phone. It was a latitude and longitude followed by a single word: Tarzan. He hadn't seen that code word in a very long time. He looked up at the bustling city around him. "Tarzan: was the deep cover order from his former boss at the CIA, Joy Simpson, but she retired several years ago. What was she doing? He sipped his sweet coffee, suddenly over come by the memories of his last special ops tour in Viet Nam over thirty-five years ago. Joy was a recruiting agent for the CIA, and they couldn't have picked a better one. She was beautiful, smart, sophisticated, ruthless, intensely loyal, and she needed him. In the bitter days that followed his last mission, Joy had probably saved his life. The black ops mission went terribly awry, wiping out the whole team. He tried to shake the memory from his mind; refusing to think about the grief and self-loathing he suffered in the wake of surviving that mission. How he had survived, he still did not know. One minute they were rigging a listening device high up river in the Mekong, and then next thing he remembered, he was in a hospital. Jones, their team leader, had managed to get all of them back to their PRB (patrol river boat), and back down the river to the extraction point, but only Mark had survived the trip. His wounds probably saved him because he spent the return trip unconscious in the bottom of the boat. Snipers, according to the official report, picked off his teammates one by one, and the one that killed Jones got him seconds before the helicopter showed up. One of the Sea King's UH-1 Iroquois rockets obliterated the sniper, but Mark was the only one the Navy fliers were able to save. Everyone else returned in a body bag. Joy approached him after his release from the hospital--headed back to America with a piece of Chinese manufactured lead lodged near his spine. He wasn't afraid of the slug buried in his body; he was terrified of facing the friends and families of the men who he had outlived. Joy begged him to help her, and he could not refuse a damsel in distress. His SEAL training had worked too well. He would help her if it cost him his life, and he hoped that it would. Later in life, Mark came to realize that second thought was the real reason why he joined Joy's team, not the former. She was beautiful, needed help, and she was persuasive, but ultimately she offered him a way out of his nightmare and an honorable way to die in service to his country. He went from SEAL to secret agent with a grim smile on his face and a flag tattooed over his heart. He never regretted his decision, even though he had survived his time as an agent too, slug or no slug. Mark spoke nine languages, could make almost anything into a weapon, fly, steer, or drive nearly any machine, and had never married. He didn't know why he returned to Viet Nam when he retired, but it some how felt like home to him. He was still a good-looking man, but he could not bring himself to take a Vietnamese wife. He told himself that it was because he wanted Joy, but she had a thing for some guy in the Navy brass. Became an Admiral or something. What he couldn't admit to himself was that no woman he had met fired his libido, his imagination, and his need to be "needed." Sure, many women "wanted" to be rescued, but few "needed" him to do something for or with them. He flipped open his phone and looked at the text message again: Tarzan 3:23:51s - 174:40:52w. Somewhere in the South Pacific, but it was no place that he recognized. Well, perhaps it was better late than never. He wasn't doing much with his life, and as a former cold war warrior who found the new faces of terrorism horrifying and incomprehensible, a new mission with Joy would be exciting and sensible. This time, after he rescued his favorite damsel in distress, perhaps she would grace him with a kiss ... or something more. Tarzan. Deep cover. No forwarding, no word, just disappear. Well, it wouldn't be the first time he did that for an old friend. He rose from the table, tossed a few extra dong next to his coffee, and walked out into the crowded street. Where could he put his hands on a plane that he could afford and wouldn't attract attention? ***** Emma, Cleo, Rikki and MuSu lay on the beach, looking at the stars. MuSu had sensed something different in his girls after they met Joy and Mac, but he couldn't figure out what changed. It had finally reached the point that he had to take action, and so he took them out for a moonlight swim. He would try to learn what was bothering them with indirect investigations. He raised himself up and looked at his three mermaids. It struck him, once again, how beautiful they were, and how incredible it was to have triplets for pod-mates. Although each of them looked identical to the others, each was a very unique mermaid. Emma, the stubborn, inquisitive, scientist, lay closest to him, her blue and white tail glowing softly in the moonlight. Her face, like her sister's, was touched with melancholy around her eyes, which even now glistened with tears. Cleo was toying with her hair, always conscious of how she looked, but not always conscious of who was looking. Rikki lay furthest away, her eyes looking back at him. The spitfire among her sisters, she was MuSu's near opposite, but their shared sexual spark was particularly intense. He felt his cock twitch deep within his tail as she gazed at him. He winked at her and lay back down, thinking and looking at the stars. He felt his cock stir again, but he willed it into submission. He had taken his girls to this secluded beach for a different purpose. As the throbbing faded, he took stock of himself as he puzzled as to why all three girls were so gloomy. As for himself, he found it hard to remember being a human or even being a girl. He had spent most of his life as a spoiled, pretty girl whose father worked in the banking industry in Hong Kong. Alberto had changed all that, and the mers had changed everything. None of those memories helped. Why would Mac and Joy set his girls off? He sat back up and looked down at himself, flexing his large, strong hands, the yellow webbing in between each finger reaching to his first knuckle. His elbow fins, the same bright yellow, were relaxed, tucked against the back of his arms. He reached up to the sky in a stretch, feeling his neck and back pop, his broad shoulders rolling as he pushed each arm across his chest. He loved the feelings of power his new body gave him, and he was very happy to be both a man and a mer. He stretched out his tail, spreading his flukes apart, watching the yellow and black stripes shimmer in the moonlight. He felt the gaze of his girls on him, and turned to meet their gaze. The four of them looked at one another in the moonlight, their skin and scales gleaming in the pale, yellow light. MuSu tried to "see" their mer-bonds in the way that Eric could, but he could not. However, he could feel the strong emotions that bound them together. He closed his eyes and "looked" at each of his pod-mates. Emma was pensive, but alert, watching him watch her. Cleo was just sad, and Rikki was seething with frustration at her own feelings of melancholy. A new insight suddenly struck him, and he opened his eyes. "Do you want to go look for them?" MuSu asked, guessing at what was eating at his pod-mates. "Your parents, do you want to try and find them?" All three girls sat up and looked at him with a mixture of surprise, sadness, and gratitude. "That's it," Cleo said with sad realization as her sisters nodded in agreement. "How did you know?" "I thought about you watching Mac and Sally," he said tenderly. "I didn't know what you were feeling, but I could feel your hearts aching. I just guessed. If you like, we can talk to the others about going on an expedition to look for your parents." "We should have asked Alberto before they killed him," Rikki spat. "Or we could just ask Liga!" Emma said. "She might remember what happened!" "Why didn't we ever think of that before?" Rikki asked. "Because we haven't missed our parents since we changed," Cleo said, her intuition guiding her. "You, MuSu, have been everything we could need, and it took seeing Sally and Mac together to make us remember." "Oh, MuSu," Emma said, rolling over on top of him and raining him with kisses. "You are the best mate ever. How did we ever get lucky enough to have you?" "I don't know," he said, returning Emma's ardent kisses. "But why don't you take a few minutes to show me before we go back to the caves?" "It may take all three of us to show you," Rikki said, pulling Cleo towards MuSu, surrounding their pod-mate with very relieved and now horny mermaids. MuSu tugged on his vent muscle and allowed his quickly rising cock to spring free. All three girls put a small delicate hand on his long, stiff member, and began sharing it like a Popsicle. He groaned and lay back down onto the sand. Yes, he was very glad to be their mate. For the next several hours, sounds of squealing, laughing, moaning, and kissing rose from the beach. It was nearly daylight before the pod headed back for the caves. ***** Malaki looked up from his desk at his assembled staff. Most of them were hiding their fear quite well; some were not. "Four weeks?" he asked calmly, but everyone could feel the deep anger just below the surface of his words. "His last message was that he was headed home," one of Malaki's lieutenants said, his brow beading with sweat. "After two weeks you did not come to me?" Malaki asked, rising to look out of the large window on the city below. "We found the boat," the visibly shaking man said. "I found the boat," Malaki said calmly, nodding to one of the large men near the main door to the office. There was a sharp hiss and the man who had failed Malaki crumpled to the ground. No one in the room flinched. Everyone had seen it coming. One of the bodyguards holstered a needle gun, while two other men came in from the outer office, Sudhish leading them in to the room. They picked up the dead man, a small hole in his neck oozing a small drop of blood. Malaki's personal secretary supervised the other two men as they collected the dead body and left the room, lingering near the door to hear what happened next. "Abao," Malaki addressed his second son. "Find out what happened to your brother." "Yes, sir," the young man responded. "And my money," he continued. "Yes, sir," Abao said with more confidence than he felt. "And don't fuck it up," Malaki finished, dismissing everyone. "Yes, sir," Abao said, the edge of fear creeping into his voice. He watched as they filed from his office. Manalo had gone missing, the yacht he had been using turned up in Hong Kong. He and the girl had traded Malaki's boat for the one that was bugged with a tracking device, and they had picked up a cripple. According to the report on his desk, Manalo and Shen Chin had taken a handicapped Chinese man with them in the new boat. There might have been others on board, but his agent in Hong Kong couldn't be sure. Damn it. There was something else going on here. There was something other than Alberto's disappearance along with a few million of his own dollars at work. What? He had three more sons that he could throw at the problem, but he wanted to keep a low profile. Many of his lieutenants were looking for any sign of weakness in his leadership, and Malaki had no doubt that even his vaunted bodyguards could not protect him against a concerted effort by his own people to replace him. He had to keep them all off balance and more than a little bit afraid. His own sons were perfect; the right mixture of loyalty and fear made them trustworthy, and their anger at their own father made them ruthless. Malaki remembered how his boys reacted when the found their own mother sleeping with one of Malaki's business associates. Despite the oldest only being fourteen, Malaki did not need to raise a finger. His disloyal wife and her lover were both dead instantly. The Islamic Mayor of their small town, along with a few well-placed bribes, insured that his boys escaped any official punishment. The mayor didn't have a very high opinion of women, and the boy's actions were "completely justifiable." Manalo had been particularly ruthless, cutting off the offending body part of his wife's lover. But that was part of Manalo's problem, he was obsessed with sex, and Malaki wondered if Ms. Chin had influenced his son. Abao was much more of a detective than his eldest son, Manalo was, and far less likely to fall victim to a pretty face. Perhaps Abao's more analytical nature would prove the difference in discovering what happened to Alberto, Tumibay, and now Manalo. That was it! Ms. Chin was the key to discovering the fates of all three men. "Mr. Basra," he barked. "Yes, sir?" Sudhish answered, entering the office. "Pull all files and contacts related to Ms. Chin and her sister," he ordered. "I want a report by tomorrow morning that details both of their movements for the past six months." "Yes, sir!" Sudhish answered, as he backed out of the office. What luck! Malaki was ordering him to do a task he had been trying to do secretly for several days. He would simply make sure to leave some information off, and, he would not mention in his report that he would also be looking for his own sister. ***** It wasn't a very good plane anyway, Mark thought to himself as he watched it plod forward in the sky without him. He had only a few seconds before he plunged into the water, cool and refreshing despite hitting the surface at nearly one hundred miles an hour. He had just dropped his pack into the water and tied a dead man's knot around the rudder as the plane circled back over his still floating pack. In the few seconds he had for reflection, he admired the way the plane itself limped towards the water. Even with the flaps down, it was still moving at a pretty good clip. All of this would have been unnecessary, Mark thought to himself as the water rushed up to greet him, if one of the plane's floats had not fallen off shortly after take off. No wonder he could afford the plane; only hope and hairpins held it together. Still, it had served its purpose, getting him to this small, remote island in the middle of the South Pacific despite everything. He would have preferred to land in the lagoon softly rather than plummeting like a rock towards the open sea just past the reefs. This was going to hurt, he thought to himself. Still, all in all, the unexpected plunge into the ocean without a parachute didn't really scare him, although it should have. Placing all his trust in that short text message did, however. He was past caring as he hit the water, and his world exploded with bright, glittery pain. Perhaps he would finally get his wish, and this day would be the one on which he would die in the service of others. A few agonizing moments later, he regained consciousness. It was not going to be his lucky day; he survived yet another brave but foolhardy attempt on his own life. But he was going to pay for this one, as every bone and muscle in his body throbbed with pain. After a few minutes of floating in the water, trying to recover, he could make out some figures on the beach. After a few minutes more, he could see that not all of them were human. He thought about just sinking into the water's warm embrace, but that seemed so clich? after going through everything that he had suffered. Besides, the strange creatures didn't look threatening, just unbelievable. Although his body ached from his emergency exit, his eyes were still eagle sharp, even at his advanced age. He could see one of the human figures who was walking towards the water, waving; it was Joy Simpson, looking fabulous with her long white hair, deep tan, and one-piece bathing suit. "Mark," she shouted, her voice carrying over the sounds of the ocean. "Want some help?" "Sure," he shouted back, unsurprised that Joy would know that he had one. He watched as four figures dashed for the beach, sinuously snaking their way down the sand and into the water. In mere seconds, a beautiful young girl's face popped up in front of him. He nearly drowned gaping in surprise, swallowing water. "I won," she said, giggling. Another identical face popped up beside her. "No you didn't. MuSu did." "No, he didn't. I don't see him anywhere," the first mermaid said. "That's because I already have the pack," a handsome Asian merman said, popping up beside Mark. "Are you alright?" the merman asked. "That was quite a leap you took." "It was ... nothing," Mark said, still trying to assimilate the vision he saw before him. "I've done worse." "Well, that was either the coolest or the most stupid thing I've ever seen anyone do," the merman said. "Is there anything else besides this pack?" "Um, no," Mark answered. "How did you swim out here so fast?" "It was ... nothing," the merman said with a mysterious smile. "If you're not hurt, let us push you!" one of the mermaids said to Mark. "Push me?" he sputtered, wondering why Joy had called him to this place. "We hold onto your legs, and push you," she explained as a third identical mermaid joined them, bobbing in the water before him. "You just hold your hands out like Superman and body surf on your belly. You'll be fine." Mark looked for some sense of sanity from the merman to his left. The handsome young man merely shrugged his shoulders and smiled sheepishly. "They like to play," MuSu said. "My name is MuSu. You must be Mark Johnson. Joy has told us all about you." "Hi, yes. Well. That is," Mark sputtered. "She hasn't told me anything about you." "I'm Emma, and this is Rikki, and the slowpoke is Cleo," a mermaid said, as the one who arrived late stuck her tongue out. "Don't worry about trying to tell the difference yet. How about that push, and then you can hear all about it from Joy herself?" Emma asked. "Or do you want to tred water for the next few hours?" "Um, push away," Mark answered. It was the right answer, evidently, because MuSu gave him a big smile and ducked under the water and headed for the beach. Mark saw a dorsal fin rise from the merman's back as he picked up speed. The three girls all swam beneath him, and he felt small, feminine hands grip his legs with surprising strength, and then begin to push him forward through the water. He remembered the Superman thing, and stretched his arms out, hydroplaning along the surface of the water, as if they towed him behind a speedboat. His old body, still shocked by his forced entry into the water at nearly one hundred miles per hour, started to protest, but by the time he reached the beach, he was laughing like a kid. ***** "I don't have anything special planned for the next several centuries anyway," Mark said laughing again. By the time Joy, Mac, and the mers finished bringing him up to date, the stars were beginning to appear in the sky. "You're serious? You can make up your mind that quickly?" Mac asked. "Ask Joy," Mark said with a wink. "He has the excellent quality of trusting his commander," Joy said smiling back at her old friend. "And he trusts his instincts. You have to, if you want to stay a living agent rather than a dead one." "What are your real reasons?" Mac asked. Mark gave Mac a long look, and then glanced over at the assembled mers and humans around him. He gave a deep sigh, and then spoke. "First, it is clear to me that I'm never going to get Joy away from you," Mark said with a smile. "Affirmative," Mac said without rancor. "Second, this is the first time that I?ve felt that I could become part of a real team since Nam," Mark said with only a tinge of sadness. "No offense, Joy. "None taken. He used to be a SEAL," Joy explained to the mers. "And his entire team was wiped out. You know that it wasn't your fault." "Joy," he started with a dark look in his eye. "You have to stop punishing yourself for surviving!" Joy argued. "So you say. And third, my back is still killing me, and I think mermaid milk might just be what the doctor ordered. So, what's the plan?" Mark asked, trying to divert Joy's comment, looking around at all the mermaids and humans that surrounded him. "Shen?" Pat asked after a moment of awkward silence. "Have you guys worked it out yet?" "Yes," Shen answered looking at her sister and the shy, disfigured French girl. "We three will go with Wong, and Trixi, Homa, and Binah will go with Mark." "Ah, that way Trixi will have a male who is stronger and bigger than she is right from the start," Pat said, understanding. "Why does Trixi need me?" Mark asked. "Not that I'm complaining. She's cute and I'm an old man." "Well, you won't stay old for long," Pat answered. "And Trixi isn't really a woman, at least not genetically. She still has her boy parts. Are you going to be able to handle that?" "Lady," Mark said evenly. "A SEAL can handle anything, and my word is my bond. I'd be honored to be your pod-mate," he said, turning to Trixi, Homa, and Binah. "What happened to your first team?" Trixi asked. "I mean you don't have to answer, if you don't want to." Joy started to answer, but Mark held up his hand. "It's a fair question, but the answer is that I don't know," he said heavily. "I was wounded, unconscious, and the only survivor. I have always believed that I let my team down; that it was my fault. I know, Joy, I have read the official report myself. But that is not how things go in here," he said tapping his chest. "Oh," Trixi said softly. "That must have been hard on you." She glanced over at Homa to see how she was handling everything. Homa was staring at Mark with an intensity Trixi had never seen before. Trixi nudged her. "What?" Homa demanded. "You were staring," she said in a whisper. "I've never seen a man be honest before," she said loud enough for everyone to hear. "That's too bad," Mark said. "This shouldn't be your first time. I know lots of guys put up all kinds of bullshit, and do all kinds of crazy things to hide the truth of themselves from other people, and from themselves. But I learned long ago that if you couldn't be honest with yourself, you couldn't appear to be honest to the enemy or anyone else." "Honesty is sometimes the best foundation for a needful lie," Joy agreed, watching Mark negotiate these damaged women with great skill and compassion. "Honesty is a lie?" Homa asked. "Only sometimes," Joy said gently. "I never break a promise to a friend," Mark said. "Will you make me a promise?" Homa asked, her eyes flashing with emotion. Mark looked at the young Persian woman, so beautiful but so angry. His long experience as a secret agent gave him many insights into other people, and unfortunately, he knew the look she was giving him all too well. This woman had known abuse, horrible and terrible abuse. She showed more damage, in many ways, than the unfortunately disfigured French girl. Yes, Shen had explained all about Malaki, Manalo, and the brothels, but Mark could see something deeper, angrier, in her eyes. "Homa, I will make any promise you demand of me as long as you do not ask me to harm you, myself, or others," he said. Homa blinked. She did not expect that answer. She turned to look at Trixi, and her lover looked back at her steadily, waiting to see what she had to say. She turned back to Mark, summoning up her courage. "I ask that," she said. "What?" Mark asked. "That you do not ever harm me, Trixi, or Binah," she said, her eyes welling with tears as emotions swirled within her. "But I don't need to promise that, and you didn't want to ask me that," he said gently. "What is the promise that you really want?" "I want ... you to ... to ... promise ... to ... never ... touch me ... with out my permission or invitation," she struggled to say. "I promise," Mark said without hesitation. "I promise to never harm you or the other mers or to allow harm to come to you through my own inaction, and I promise never to touch you unless you ask me to," Mark said, holding her gaze in his. A tense moment passed as Homa wavered between anger and hope, screaming or crying. No one moved. "Trixi, Binah," he said softly. "I make the same promises to you too. What Homa asks I will give to all three of you." Homa gasped and bit her hand. Tears fell silently from her eyes despite every effort she made to stop them. Had she so misjudged men? How could this one be so different? Why was he so different? He was an old man, nearly sixty, but he stood before them like a rock, unwavering. She watched him as he shifted his eyes to each of them, one at a time, holding their gaze without fear or deception. She could feel Binah, then Trixi each nod their heads to him, and then his gaze was on her. His graying hair was short in a military style haircut, his face was clean shaven, his steel blue eyes were steady and calm, and he looked nothing like the dark figures of men who populated her nightmares, most especially her own father. Her earliest memories of him, of his dark, brooding face with bushy, dark eyebrows and his dark beard looming over her bed in the middle of the night ... touching her ... taking her ... while her siblings slept in the next room. Homa blinked again, clearing her head. She nodded, her heart pounding with fear. "Good. Let's get started," Pat said. "Non-pregnant feeders only until we get the two pods situated into separate areas. Once Wong gets some weight on his bones, anyone can do the second or third feedings. We don't want him to be dominated by his own girls. I think that Mark, however, will dominate his girl's just fine." "Only with their permission," Mark said. "A promise is a promise, and domination isn't my style." Trixi looked at Homa, checking to see that she was keeping herself under control. She was still biting her fist, but she had stopped crying. Trixi tried to think of something to ease the tension. "What is your style?" Trixi asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Mutual satisfaction," he said with a smile. ***** "Are you sure you don't remember anything more?" Cleo asked, her voice catching. "Oh, Cleo," Liga sighed, stroking her hair in sympathy. "I wish I did, but I wasn't on that boat. Now, there is no one left who was." There was a moment of silence as the pods floated in the Moon Pool, waiting for MuSu's pod to say something. Pat had to admit that it was something of a stroke of genius for the girls to remember that Liga, formerly Lakan, might remember what had happened to their parents. But unfortunately, she wasn't on their boat when it was pirated. "If I can be blunt?" Liga asked softly. "Please, go right ahead," Rikki said, frowning. "Your father is definitely dead," she said, soothing Mari as her child twitched in her arms. "Alberto would never have let a mature man live for very long. It wasn't his style. Your mother might be, but she would have been sold into prostitution right away, and that means that she would be local, somewhere close like Davao, Suva, or even Tarawa." "Do you really think my mom might be alive?" Emma asked. "No, not really," Liga said sadly. "It would take a miracle. Women your mother's age usually went right to snuff fantasies." "Snuff?" Cleo asked. "Snuffed out, like a candle," Liga said. "By men who kill, wanting to dominate women to the point of death." "Oh," Cleo said, fighting back tears. "A miracle, huh?" Emma said, setting her jaw. "That's fine with me. I'm already a miracle, and I think Mom deserves one too." "Yea," Rikki agreed. Cleo merely nodded, still shocked at learning what a snuff fantasy was. "Let's wait until we get everyone transitioned, and then we can talk about how you might develop a plan for looking for your mother," Pat suggested. "We've already hit the lottery on becoming mers; maybe there is more luck for you. Don't cry, you'll always have us as a family," she said, putting her arm around Emma as the young mermaid began to cry. "We will look," MuSu said firmly, his girls all lifting their heads to look at him. "We will look soon, and we will find her." ***** Sudhish's fingers shook with both fear and anger as he read the file he held. They had taken Geeta, his older sister, to Hong Kong to be "trained," and were to kidnap Rani and Vidya, his two younger sisters, in four weeks, as soon as they finished school. He took a deep breath, calming his body, and used his old trick of photographic memorization to scan the entire file, the names, places, dates, and methods Malaki planned on using to keep him in line as his personal executive assistant. Within a few moments, he had scanned all the materials for his own family, and he moved on to Ms. Chin's family. Sudhish kept his breathing even, using the meditative techniques he had learned as a young boy, to help him control his anger and shock. The more he learned about Shen Chin, the more he recognized similar qualities and events in his own life. They both had gone to Oxford for college. They both had several siblings in a rare family that valued the women of the family nearly as much as the men. Both he and Shen spoke several languages, and both of them had studied a mixture of politics and literature while students. Finally, both he and Shen had Professor Yuen Foong Hong while at Oxford, despite the fact that both he and Shen had different majors. Sudhish tried to think of a reason why Dr. Hong would be the only professor they had in common. He remembered that Hong was from Harvard, and researched contemporary Chinese history. Shen had studied business and Sudhish had studied literature. Dr. Hong wasn't a language specialist, which might have explained why both Shen and he would have taken him, and there didn't seem to be any other files on Hong that helped explain the connection. Sudhish assembled the files on the Chin sisters, and began to write his report. Manalo had ordered Lin's transfer five weeks ago to Davao, one of their most notorious brothels, and one from which the young women and boys were not likely to emerge. The rescue plan, therefore, had to be a recent one. There was no information on the young man who they had picked up in Hong Kong, no name, no identification, but then the Chinese barely acknowledged that such people with physical disabilities actually existed. The boat they had traded was more of a pleasure yacht than the luxury "workhorse" they had left with Thomson Marine, and they likely lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in the trade, so Chin and Manalo had money to burn, Sudhish thought, probably Malaki's money. They weren't coming back, that much was clear to him. What interested him more was how Shen Chin had managed to turn Manalo to an ally. Sudhish had seen the staff picture of the pretty girl, and he doubted that a similar tactic might work for him. He wasn't going to seduce anyone. He finished up his report, leaving no facts off of his analysis of Ms. Chin's likely whereabouts, and history, but he left out all the facts of processes, procedures, and loopholes that he himself hoped to exploit to rescue his own sister, and to prevent further harm coming to his younger sisters. Also, he left off the report the fact that he knew where his own sister was working. ***** Esm?e pulled back from Emma?s breast, feeling the power of mermaid milk course through her body. She felt her newly lengthened hair caress her back, and she knew that her face was finally whole. She raised her fingers to her lips, and felt for the first time in many years, a rich smoothness that had been missing. Her face, lips, and ear had healed! She smiled a billion watt smile at Wong, who was finishing with Rikki. Wong could now move his legs but walking was still beyond his capabilities. Everyone was impressed with how well he handled the pain of his spine healing. He never gave so much as a whimper, even as sweat popped from his brow and his body twitched in agony. If his girls had any doubts about his suitability as their pod-mate, he had dispelled them. He was still growing in stature, and his body was filling out in all directions, especially the one she now required. "Wong," she asked. "? quoi est-ce que je ressemble maintenant?" "You look like a vision from heaven," he answered. "You are very beautiful, and I never could have dreamed that such a beautiful woman would be with someone like me." Esm?e smiled, and slinked her perfect body over to the slim Chinese youth. His body was taut and smooth, nicely muscled, but thin. He looked like a high school swimmer, if he added a few more pounds. She turned and looked at her soon-to-be-pod-mates, Shen and Lin. Each of them was the picture of health, and they were each finishing with Timi and Ragi. She turned to Wong and kissed him soundly. "Who will be back to feed us in a few hours?" she asked the two sisters as they salamandered over to the small pool in the transition cave. "I think it will be Dawn, Sandi, Sally, and Galina," Rikki answered. "We're going slowly with you guys to insure Wong doesn't run into any problems. No moms allowed." "I can almost walk now," he said proudly. "I am fine. We will be ready for anyone." "Until you can actually walk, we are going slowly," Emma repeated. "You have lots of food to eat, and your girls are all concentrating on getting you strong and big, right?" "Right," the three girls chorused. "How is Trixi doing?" Shen asked. "Fine, we think," Rikki answered. "They have been using moms on the beach because Mark was never in any danger of being over powered by those women. Do you know he could bench press over 100 kg (220 lb) even though he was almost sixty?" "MuSu can do twice that," Emma said. "But ... er ... I didn't ... oh, Emma," Rikki said exasperated. "I didn't mean anything by that comment." "I know," Emma said with a smile. "But it was fun to tease you. God, sometimes you're worse than Cleo." "That's a low blow," Rikki said, as she playfully smacked her sister- wife with her tail. "Stop," Emma protested. "You're distracting Wong." Wong merely smiled as Esm?e settled herself onto his lap. "Wong, open up," Esm?e ordered. "You have got some growing to do. Now eat." "I thought I was supposed to be dominating you guys," he said plaintively. "He'll learn," Emma said with a smile. "They all do eventually." "What will I learn?" Wong demanded as Esm?e forced some fish into his mouth. "That we are allowing you to stay a man," Esm?e said sweetly. "Est-ce que je les filles suis droites?" "You are right," Shen and Lin answered. "Girls are in charge." "Now, just because you are eating, doesn't mean that you can't do something else," Esm?e said as she straddled the young man's hips, gently forcing another bite into his mouth. "Shen, if you please?" Shen reached over and guided Wong's stiffening cock up to Esm?e's crotch, holding it steady as she lowered herself onto him. "Ummmmm," she moaned as she sank down onto him. "Would you like some more?" she asked, holding the fish in her hand. Wong nodded as Esm?e began to move her hips. ***** Trixi approached Pat's breast with something close to reverence. Her breast was perfect, the nipple was stiff and protruding out from her areola, a few drops of mermaid's milk oozing from the tip. Trixi sat down next to Pat, who still had her arms out, waiting for her to settle into her lap. "I'm not going to bite you," she teased. "No," Trixi said. "It's just that ... this ... you ... you?re so beautiful. You're everything I ever wanted to be." "I know," Pat said. "I wouldn't have believed anyone who would have tried to tell me differently a few years ago, but being a mermaid is a wonderful thing." "I was just talking about being a woman," Trixi said. "A real woman who could have a baby." "Well, you're not going to be anything other than a tweener if you don't settle down and take a drink," Pat said. "Look, everyone else is feeding." Trixi gazed around her at the mers and people spread out on the beach. Mark's soon-to-be-pod had returned to the beach to start their transition. Wong's pod would transition to mers before they did so that Trixi, as per Rose's and Emma's advice, could enjoy some time as a human female before the change into a mermaid. "It's not because being a human girl is so special," Rose had warned. "It's because you won't appreciate the difference when you become a mer." "Yea," Emma had agreed. "I thought I was missing out on something because I went from boy to mermaid pretty quickly." "Mer-life and mer-sex is better," Rose had told her. "But it is good to know for sure for yourself." Trixi smiled at the memory, and adjusted her crotch. Her small penis was beginning to stiffen at the thought of the journey that lay before her. "Come on," Pat urged. "I have to get back to Maureen." Trixi felt a wave of emotion wash over her, and she quickly lowered her head to Pat's lap, and allowed Pat to guide her towards her breast. The nipple felt like a small thumb in her mouth, a warm and nubby thumb with sweet milk that gushed into her mouth. Trixi swallowed reflexively, the unexpected spurt filling her mouth. She leaned into Pat's breast and sucked harder, hearing Pat gasp above her. The milk was so ... good ... so ... warm ... so ... powerful. Trixi could feel the milk coursing through her body almost immediately, and she felt a pain in her own chest. The pain of healing, she remembered, as she sucked harder on the gushing breast that fed her. She could feel her chest slowly deflating as the siren cells attacked the implants inserted many years ago, and her "normal" male musculature was "healed." After a few minutes, the pain lessened, and Trixi's abdomen felt full. The saline solution was now in her body, and she didn't know what was being done to the plastic bags that had once held them in place. "That's enough there, young lady," Pat said. "I have to save the other side for Maureen. You've had quite enough for your first official feeding. Now scoot back over to Mark, and get started towards womanhood again." Trixi smiled up at Pat, savoring the sweet taste of mermaid's milk. She sat up and looked over at Mark, who had already finished with Petra. She felt a twinge of jealousy; she wanted to look like that! Mark, however, was paying no attention to Petra as she salamandered back into the water. He was staring at her. Trixi felt a shiver go through her body, partly aggressive, partly sexual, and partly surrender. She understood that this was the moment; that now was the window of opportunity. She could challenge Mark, try to wrestle him down and become a man again. Or not. Who was she kidding? She did not want to be a man, and so she ruthlessly repressed the aggressive feelings that rose in her body. She was going to be a woman! She clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her now flat chest towards Mark. She knew that she was not a very pretty woman now, but she wouldn't be for long! "Please, help me?" she asked, looking down at the sand. Mark rose from where he had been sitting, and checked to see that Homa and Binah were still feeding with Phoebe and Xing. He would have Trixi to himself for a few minutes at least. He walked over to the tall, thin transsexual and brushed the medium length blond hair from her face. They were nearly the same height, and Mark could sense the battle within his/her body. "What do you want me to help you with?" he asked. "I want to be like her," Trixi said, nodding at Petra's retreating form. "Why?" he asked. "I don't think she is especially pretty." "What?" Trixi stammered. "You don't think Petra is beautiful ... with those incredible breasts and her thin waist?" "Don't you think Homa is beautiful?" he asked softly. "Or Pat, or Xing, or Binah, or Esm?e, or even Timi as well?" "O.K., I get the point," Trixi said. "Just help me become something you think is attractive." "Finding someone attractive is more than just hormones and hair, breasts and butts," Mark said. "But I want to be beautiful, to be ... a woman," Trixi said, not sure where Mark was headed. "What is it that you truly desire?" Mark asked, searching her eyes. "Is it merely beauty?" "I want ... I want ... to ... be loved," Trixi said with difficulty. "To be loved as a woman. I want to be worthy of someone?s love. Your love." "You are worthy of love," Mark said, feeling the healing milk course through his own body, filling him with energy he hadn't felt in years. "And you are beautiful. Moreover, it has nothing to do with your looks or your gender. May I kiss you?" "Oh, god ... yes," Trixi swooned. Mark took the thin "girl" into his arms and kissed her, feeling the slightest trace of stubble against his own. He knew that both of them would lose their facial hair in the change to mers, but feeling even that little bit on Trixi was strange to him. He knew that he could not react, and so he simply kissed her harder and turned her into a dip. Trixi inwardly groaned when she realized that both of their faces were stubbly, but she nearly fainted with pleasure when he dipped her down, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She could feel her body "turn" just as Sandi, Rose, Emma, and the others had said she would. She melted into the kiss, willing her body to change, clutching at his strong shoulders as he held her above the sand. When he lifted them up, both of their eyes were shinning. "What planet did you come from?" she asked softly. "It?s a long story," Mark said. "But through fire and ice, true steel is tempered. Some people have to live through hell to know when heaven beckons." He took her in his arms again, and kissed her. He pressed his body against hers, feeling his old joints loosen and his aches and pains fall from his consciousness. He felt her sink into his arms, and her lips widen around his as she slipped inexorably towards womanhood. When he released her, her flat chest was heaving with passion. "Homa," Trixi squealed as her soon-to-be-pod-mate rose from the sand to join them. "He did it! I've turned. I?m going to be a real woman. Kiss me again!" she said as she threw herself into his arms. Mark complied, and as they kissed a memory from Viet Nam bubbled up. Dian Parkinson, a former Miss America who came with Bob Hope on his Christmas Tour in 1972. She was pretty, sweet, blond, and that's who Trixi reminded him of, despite the latter's tall coltish looks and angular face. Remembering all the coaching from John and Trevor, he focused his mind on that memory. That lovely lady, who became a hostess on "The Price is Right," and later even did a Playboy special edition. He focused his mind on that memory, on her classic hourglass figure?37-23-37?and her beautiful and sexy face. Trixi felt a change in Mark's kisses, and she realized that he was focusing his concentration on her. She broke off the kiss and fell to her knees, feeling the siren cells building energy in her body, shaping her, changing her. She looked at Mark's crotch, and slid her fingers along his waistband, noting that her hand was changing. As she watched with fascination, her index finger grew longer and her ring finger shrank even as her entire hand got smaller. Her hands were changing into a woman's hand! She pulled at the snap of his shorts with her now delicate, but still aching fingers, and pulled them down to the ground. Mark's cock popped free, only slightly hard, dropping towards her face. She felt Homa staring at them, and she could see Binah come up on the other side of Mark, her dark legs shining in the bright sunlight. "Yes," Trixi hissed, looking up into Mark's face, feeling the changes he was focusing on her body. Her hips throbbed, her shoulders ached, and her face hurt, but it was all good pain, wonderful pain. She wanted more. She reached forward and took his cock into her hand, and noticed the gray hairs scattered around his cock and balls. She giggled, remembering that most of her former clients who were Asian did not gray the way Occidentals did. Even as she watched, Trixi could see that Mark's genitals were growing, and that his skin was tightening, looking younger and healthier. She gave his cock a lick, and felt a corresponding wave of change sweep through her body. The connection ... if they were connected, it would make the bioelectric influences on her siren cells even stronger. She lifted his still stiffening cock to her mouth and sucked it in. She buried her nose in his pubic hair, and smelled his musky smell. She felt his cock lurch in her mouth, growing in her mouth, stiffening. When it was fully erect, it was now about seven inches long. She pulled it into her mouth again, and she felt her hips begin to spread outwards. Ah, the pain! The welcome, wonderful pain! She sucked even harder, and Mark rewarded her with a groan, as he unexpectedly erupted into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but some dribbled on her lips and chin. Mark steadied his legs, which nearly buckled, breathing heavily. "That was amazing," he said, reaching down to stroke Trixi's face. "I've never felt anything like that before in my life." "I'm glad you liked it," she said. "I can feel it working," she groaned as she ran her hands over her body. "Are you alright?" Mark asked. "You sound like you're in pain." "It doesn't hurt much," she lied. "Keep concentrating! Make me the woman I've always dreamed I could be." Mark looked at both Binah and Homa and silently urged them to participate. Trixi moaned with more pleasure and less pain as Mark and Binah reached out and put their hands on her body. She could feel their mental energies as a gentle pressure on her body and mind, shaping and morphing her body. She ran her own hands over theirs, stroking her own skin as her body changed. Although she had been taking hormones for several years, the radical change to her skin by the siren cells was dramatic. She reveled in the new softness that she felt under her fingertips. "Homa," she urged. "Come feel my skin. I'm turning into a woman, a soft, beautiful woman!" Homa stood gaping at the sight before her. Her lover Trixi was on her knees before a man. Yes, he was a special man, perhaps, but he was still a man. Binah, her roommate of the last month, was standing next to him, stroking Trixi's back. Although Mark was certainly more muscular than Binah, she still towered over all of them at nearly six feet tall. Yet she was pressing herself into him, pushing her breasts and body into his side. Homa felt fear, disgust, and desire all mixing and crashing together within her heart. "I ... I ... can't," she said, close to sobbing. Trixi sensed the great turmoil within Homa, and she rose to her feet and walked over to her lover. With Mark's semen still coating her lips and chin, Trixi kissed her, hoping that the effect of Mark's semen would not be catastrophic to Homa. Homa sensed something on Trixi's lips, but she pressed into the kiss, thrusting her tongue into Trixi's mouth. She knew what Trixi had done, but she also knew that she couldn't fight her demons alone. She needed Trixi. The lingering taste of Mark's cum was not nearly as horrific as she thought it would be, and Trixi's skin was softer, her lips were fuller, and Homa could even sense that Trixi was shrinking. Trixi groaned from a mixture of the pleasure from the kiss and the pain that coursed through her skeleton as the siren cell attacked her bones. "What are you doing to her?" Homa demanded, turning to Mark. "Nothing I haven't asked him to do," Trixi answered. "Pat said it would hurt, and it does." "Why is she shrinking?" Homa asked, holding Trixi's hands in her own. "Why not keep her the same height?" "No," Trixi hissed. "I want to be just like you ... only blond." "We should get into the water," Binah suggested. "Emma told me that it would help you." Trixi looked at Mark and he immediately understood her silent request. He slipped beside her and lifted her into his arms. Trixi refused to let go of Homa's hand, and together the four of them wadded out into the water. Once they were up to Homa's waist, Mark let Trixi float on her back. Homa cradled her head, and Binah helped support her legs. "Oh ... it hurts so good," Trixi said as she grimaced in pain. For the next few minutes they watched as Trixi's body slowly changed from a five foot ten inch tall, flat-chested transsexual into a five foot five inch tall womanly shaped transsexual. Her hair slowly lengthened and her face softened into the classically shaped features of a young girl. She refused to let go of Homa's hand, and after a while, Homa stopped trying to leave. If Eric had been there, he could have told the four of them that the first tendrils of mer-connectivity had formed, tiny strands of light swirling among and between the four of them. Homa watched Trixi's body change with rapt attention. She was slowly turning into a true beauty, and Homa's attraction to Trixi was increasing with each change. Her eyes became wide set, and her mouth became fuller and more feminine. Her blue eyes sparkled with a new intensity, and her blond hair grew thick and long. Homa's own hair was also growing, and it now hung below her breasts. Other than her longer hair and general physical health, she wasn't changing very much, but she could feel herself changing mentally. After two hours of soaking in the water with Mark, Trixi, and Binah, Homa changed more than she realized. Trixi stopped moaning after the first twenty minutes, and after another hour, she felt well enough to return to the beach. Petra, Xing, Liga, and Alexis showed up shortly thereafter for their next feeding. Trixi walked purposefully towards Petra, determined to take from her generous breasts the complete womanhood she so desperately wanted. ***** Wong Shang Han flexed his legs, jumping up and down on the sandy floor of the Change Cave. He was now almost six feet tall and moderately muscled. Shen and Lin were now classic Chinese beauties, each about five feet six inches tall, and Esm?e was a smoldering French beauty also five feet six inches tall. Wong wondered what he looked like, and thought to suggest that the mers find a mirror for this cave. He need not have worried, however, as he noticed the predatory looks his three girls were giving him. "Who knew he would turn out so well?" Esm?e growled, feeling her completely healed body glow with sexual desire. "I did," Shen said. "But he's even better looking than his brother." "How come we haven't changed?" Lin asked, running her hands along her willowy body. All three girls had remained more or less unchanged. Their slender bodies and modest curves had not been "improved" in any way. The only difference was that their dark hair was now down to their hips. "That's because you three are perfect in every way," Wong said, stroking Lin's long, thick, shiny black hair. "I think you are perfect too," Esm?e said, pushing her own B cup breasts into Lin's breasts. "Petra's breasts are just too big. Who would want to lug those around?" "Why were most of our fellow prostitutes forced to have implants?" Lin asked, grinding her slender but shapely hips into Esm?e's hips. "Because most men are stupid," Shen answered, "and Manalo wanted to make as much money as possible off your bodies." "Why not ours, then?" Lin asked. "Because we were used for pleasure seekers of a different sort," Esm?e said, shuddering at the memory. "But that is all behind us now, right?" "Right," Wong said. "At least there is one of us that is greatly changed," Shen said, reaching out to Wong's now impressive cock, nearly seven inches long and hardening in her grasp. "Yes," Esm?e said, kissing Lin. "How about we put that to good use before we make the transition to mers?" "Won't we want to have sex again after we change?" Lin asked, her breathing increasing as their bodies slid against one another's. "Quel est le probl?me avec faire l'amour deux fois?" Esm?e giggled. "She asked if you had a problem with making love twice," Shen translated. "I understood her," Lin protested. "Tuo was right," Shen said, awed. "Right how?" Esm?e asked. "The mer bonds are already forming," Shen said with some reverence. "Lin already understands you, and she's never had a day of French in her life." ***** When Trixi finished with Petra, she could feel the siren cells reorganizing her internal organs into her new gender. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt the way her skeletal changes had. She felt a little queasy, but she was not going to let that get in the way of progress. For the first half an hour, she lay next to Mark, touching him as Binah took her turn with him, riding him to a thundering orgasm. She cleaned up both of them, and then shared her kisses with Homa, who was slowly becoming more at ease with Mark, but she could not bring herself to touch him directly. Then Trixi felt an opening slowly emerge in her crotch, and she knew that her vagina had begun its final stages of development. She wanted to be finished! She pulled Mark into a standing position and knelt to take his quickly recovering cock into her mouth. Binah took Homa off to one side and lavished kisses and caresses on her while Trixi was busy with Mark. Trixi had sucked on many cocks in the past few years, but Mark's was the first one that she actually wanted to suck. It tasted and felt delicious to her. It had grown to well over seven inches, which caused her both alarm and excitement. Alarm because her own vagina was so new, and excitement because it was beautiful. She quickly and expertly brought him to orgasm, and great streams of semen flooded down her throat, each pulse adding to the siren cells that were already at work in her body. As Trixi swallowed the last pulse from Mark's cock, she felt Mark's renewed focus on her body, responding to his concentration, rushing to finish its transition into womanhood. She swooned with pleasure as her nipples grew and a new pressure expanded behind her enlarging nipples. She kept Mark's cock in her mouth, willing him to stay hard as she arched her back, trying to force her breasts to grow. She felt her long hair caress her very slender waist, and rocked her wide hips back and forth over her feet as she knelt with her feet under her shapely ass. With each passing second, she could feel her breasts push outwards, slowly, sensuously growing. Finally, as she continued rocking, she felt their weight move independently of her ribs. A thrill ran through her body; she had real breasts! She closed her eyes, Mark's stiff cock in her mouth, lifting one hand to each heavy breast. She pulled on them, pushing them together, her nipples tingling as they stiffened into the air several inches from her ribs. Her skin felt soft, and her breasts were both firm and soft at the same time. The feel of her fingers rubbing along the undersides of her breasts sent delightful shivers of pleasure across her torso. Her new womb began to throb, a feeling of emptiness intensifying within her abdomen. She could feel the new lips of her vulva swell, and a feeling of wetness that she had never experienced before, oozed from deep within her body. Finally, she could sense that the siren cells were nearly finished, her last sensations were of a light tingling along her back, signifying that her proto-gills had appeared. The next day, they would all become mers. She let Mark's cock slip from her mouth, and she gazed down at her vastly changed body. She dropped her hands to her sides and watched her breasts swing heavily from her slender rib cage, arching away from her flat tummy. She rocked her shoulders to help them sway, her nipples stiff in the early evening breeze. She grabbed them again, lifting them up, watching the deep cleavage form between them. "Ah ... thank you," she said as she sat back on her heels, looking up at Mark as she cradled her very large breasts. "The pleasure, Trixi, is entirely mine," he said, his cock still twitching from her aggressive oral techniques. "I can't believe it's still hard." "We've had our three feedings, and tonight we will put that wonderful tool to good use," Trixi said. "We might not let it ever go down." "We?" Mark asked. "Homa too?" "Give her time," Trixi said. "She's almost there." "Someone has been incredibly cruel to her," Mark observed, watching as Homa finished feeding from Alexis. "You are a very perceptive man," Trixi said. "Her own father raped her when she was eight." "I thought Muslims ..." Mark began. "Don't ever say that word in earshot of Homa," Trixi warned. "Incest happens in all cultures and all religions. And there is a statistical relationship between how repressive a culture or religion is, and the incidence of incest." "I suppose you're right," Mark said, thinking. "I just assumed that ... yea, never mind. I have no idea what I was thinking. Do you think mers are capable of incest?" "I don't think so," Trixi said. "I can't truthfully answer that until I am a mermaid myself. But it seems unlikely given both mer-bonding and mer-senses. Anyone within a hundred yards of another mermaid pretty much knows what's going on. It would be hard to attack someone without other mers knowing immediately." "How do you know all this?" he asked. "Not about the mers, but about the incest?" "First, Homa told me everything, and second, there were several reasons why I wanted to become a woman," Trixi said softly. "One was my uncle who ... who ... " They both paused as two dolphins surfaced in the lagoon, clicking and squealing. Mark and Trixi watched in silence as they circled twice, and seeing that none of their "creators" were present, headed back out past the reef. Marked looked back at Binah and Homa who were locked in an embrace. Mark turned back to Trixi. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," Mark said gently. "Now, that sounds familiar," Trixi said, smiling. "No, you answered my question, I'll answer yours. He forced me to give him oral sex when I was ten." "But you're so ... so enthusiastic now," Mark said. "I've forgiven him, and myself," she answered. "Besides, I really like you," Trixi said shyly. "You've never forced anyone to have sex, have you?" "No," he said. "Not my style." "Ummm, right, mutual satisfaction," Trixi purred. "How about you get to work on that?" she asked as she lay back onto the sand. "Are you sure you want me to touch you?" he asked. "I want you to fuck me," she said, arching her new breasts into the air and spreading her legs wide. "Are you ready?" he asked. Trixi dipped her hand down to her crotch, and felt the heat and wetness flow from her body. "I am so ready," she breathed as she put two fingers into her vagina, and felt the hot slickness within. She took them out as Mark sank to his knees between her outspread legs. "What about sand in ..." he protested. "Let's risk it!" she urged. "I need you in me." She dipped her fingers back into her new opening and swirled them around, making slurping noises. Mark watched entranced. He now looked twenty-five years old. His light brown hair hung about his neck and shoulders in curly waves, and his blue eyes shone like diamonds in the dusk. His shoulders were broad and strong, and his abdomen was ripped and tight. His still-stiff cock hung nearly eight inches into the air. She grabbed his pole with her slick fingers and guided him towards her new opening. "Now," she urged, pushing her hips up towards his, enjoying both the feeling of anticipation in her groin and the feeling of her breasts jiggle on her chest. Mark stretched out over her in a military push up position, holding his body straight, the tip of his cock nestled in her nether lips but not entering, even as she swirled her hips to force his cock into her. "Don't move," he whispered. "Mutual satisfaction, remember?" She stilled her hips and waited, watching his face as he held himself above her. Her body quivered in anticipation as she felt his steely eyes bore into her. Her nipples throbbed, and she wanted to pull on them, but a look from Mark kept her arms at her sides. She watched him look at her. His gaze traveled from her face to her breasts, and she arched a little more until she heard him clear his throat, and she relaxed back into the sand. His eyes drank in her slender waist, and flat stomach, her jutting hip bones and beyond them, her legs splayed outward, her knees relaxed against the sand, her calves pointing at his feet, pressed into the sand. He hitched his hips a little bit, as the bulbous head slipped into her. She gasped with pleasure, feeling it stretch her open. "Relax," he urged. Trixi struggled to control her breathing, feeling her chest rise and fall. She turned and saw Binah and Homa move into a sixty-nine, and then returned to gaze at Mark. He held himself above her effortlessly, and she reached up and ran her fingers along his shoulders and torso. "You're supposed to relax," he repeated. "My hips only," Trixi said. "I want to touch you." "Fine," he said, and began to lower himself towards her. Trixi grabbed his shoulders as she felt him push into her. His cock seemed huge, stretching her open, filling her. His body continued to come closer and closer to hers, slowly entering her. She kept waiting for her hymen to break, but never felt anything. First, their hips met, then they were belly to belly, then his chest pressed into her chest, and finally they were kissing as he bottomed out his cock, pressing his groin into hers. Trixi lifted her legs around his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck, his tongue dueling with her own. Keeping their chests pressed together, Mark began stroking in and out of Trixi's vagina. She closed her eyes and focused on the incredible sensations of his cock moving in and out of her vagina ... her vagina! She was deliriously happy. The warm sand on her back felt wonderful, and she let her body rock into the sand's soft embrace. After several minutes of the most intense pleasure she ever felt without actually climaxing, she began to see colors swirl behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes, and watched as Mark lifted himself up a little bit, increasing the pace of h