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SheMale Sirens

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Of the many mythological creatures invented in the mind of man over time. Some are believable, while others are known to be simple stories created to scare people with weak constitutions or to frighten children at bedtime. Werewolves, vampires, demons... all such creatures are what I am referring to.

But the one myth that I had never heard of as a child was the legend of the SheMale Siren. Much like the fabled Sirens of Greek Myth, thought to be femme fatales and so beautiful as to be able to lure unsuspecting men to their deaths with irresistible songs of love and lust, except these... had some differences.

The SheMale Siren was said to be a creature that appeared as a woman in all respects, save their genitalia. They were unbelievably beautiful in so many ways, but unlike the usual Siren of myth, each was said to possess a male penis. And not just any penis, these Sirens were endowed with a cock that ranged in length between ten and twelve inches, and were unusually thick as well.

One feature they shared with the usual Siren of myth was that they were sea creatures. But instead of killing their male victims after having sex, as a regular Siren might, these would try to make them their slaves. Or at least this is what was thought, since none of those men that went off with these creatures were ever seen again.

I heard this story shortly after I turned 21-years old, while I was visiting a friend in Japan. Japan was well known for fishing of course, so such legends were common. My friend, and a few people he knew, claimed that men had been disappearing from their boats during fishing trips lately. It had been going on for months now, but recently one victim apparently made it back alive... banged up and disoriented, but alive to tell his tale.

Anyway, this lone survivor claimed that he became lost in a thick fog in the middle of the sea. He was lost for what felt like ages, when a strange yet beautiful woman appeared before him. She seduced him, and they slept together... but as it turned out, he claimed this "strange woman" had a penis! Yet somehow drawn in by her beauty and charm he swore she had used some sort of spell on him, keeping him from turning away from her in spite of what he had discovered between her legs.

They went on to have sex together, and she then tried to convince him to go with her to an unknown island and live there as her slave.

Somehow he'd managed to break the spell and got away to tell the tale.

I laughed it all off of course, figuring the guy who came back with this incredible story was probably a fraud, possibly even mentally deranged or something along those lines. But for some reason, everyone else was so convinced that he had been telling the truth, it was ridiculous.

I finished up my trip in Japan, and made my way back home to the states, where I lived in New York City for a few months.

I put the stories they told me in Japan behind me, and pretty much forgot all about them. I had no idea that very soon, I would find out they were much more than simple stories.

That summer, I picked up my fishing equipment and made my way out to the fishing town of

Gloucester, Massachusetts. I liked to travel when it came to fishing, and that was one of the best places to go from what I had heard.

I arrived on a Sunday, and rented a boat with a small sleeping area and kitchen area under the deck and planned to take it out for a three-day trip by myself. Nothing but the ocean, a fishing rod, and myself... plenty of thinking time with no interruptions.

As I was setting up at the dock that afternoon, I was surprised when I overheard an older man talking to a middle aged guy about something that sounded somewhat familiar to me. As I listened closer, I realized this guy was talking about the same story that my friend in Japan and his friends had told me about, the legend of the SheMale Siren.

I laughed, but this time more out of surprise that it was no longer just a story that existed in Japan, now it seemed to be spreading to different locales.

"Excuse me," I said, cutting into the conversation, "You can't seriously believe this crap, right? I mean... really?"

"Damn straight I do," the middle aged man said.

"I saw it for myself. I'm one of the only few who got away."

"Away from what?"

He stood, silent for a few seconds and cleared his throat.

"Well after we... slept together... she tried to get me to go with her to live on some island. Then she said I would be her personal sex slave. Apparently, a lot of men say okay and end up liking it there, at least she told me they do anyway. I wasn't interested, so I said no. I ended up having to jump ship and swim for my damn life, because the thing attacked me."

"Your insane," I said laughing, "I heard the same story in Japan. I didn't believe it out there, and I don't believe it here."

"Look I'm serious," he insisted, "I even saw the place, the minute she said she wanted me to come with her, the fog cleared away and suddenly I could see this huge island off in the distance. Man, I have no clue where I was and after jumpin' overboard I kept swimming for a while, until she seemed to finally disappear. Eventually, I was picked up by the coast guard and they brought me home... haven't been out to sea since."

I shook my head, taking a sip of my beer as I turned and walked back to my boat to finish getting ready. I waved my hand as I walked, letting him know that I still thought he was full of shit.

"Fine, don't believe it," he said, almost sounding like a small child, "Go ahead... set sail... you'll see for yourself."

I ignored him, carrying the last of my equipment onto the boat. About an hour and a half later, I was ready to go. I left the dock and did set sail, heading out a good distance away from the small fishing area. I didn't want to go to far away, since I only planned to be out here for three days or so, and didn't want a hard time getting back to the dock.

As I sailed out in search of a good spot to start my trip, I couldn't help but think of the crazy story that my friend had told me, and now here in Gloucester Massachusetts a guy was telling me the same wild tale. It was weird that a story I'd heard in Japan only six months earlier was now here in America. I wondered what other parts of the country, or the world for that matter might believe in this crazy legend. I cracked open a beer, as I pulled the boat to a stop and dropped the anchor to hold still.

I set up my fishing equipment and in no time, I was relaxing with a cold beer, just waiting to catch something. After a few hours, I still hadn't had any luck, and didn't catch a single fish. I was getting bored admittedly, and I leaned back in my seat, sighed and closed my eyes. Falling asleep was never my intention, but after a few seconds, I was out cold.

I awoke sometime later... I don't know exactly how much later, but I know that it had to be a significant amount of time that passed. The first thing I noticed was that a very thick layer of fog surrounded me. I groaned in frustration, and sat up, turning on the fog lights. It was pretty dense, because the light wasn't doing very much to let me see anything.

The boat rocked gently against the waves underneath of it, and I sat back in my seat, a little irritated at this point.

I definitely wasn't associating the fog with the stories I had heard. In fact, during my nap, I had actually forgotten about the entire conversation back on the dock.

I looked at my clock, and realized it was past ten o'clock. I figured there was nothing better to do, so I headed below deck to get a good night's sleep... I would continue fishing in the morning, and hopefully by then the fog would be cleared away.

I laid down in the small bunk under the deck, and closed my eyes, pulling the sheets over me. As I was just starting to drift off to sleep, the boat gave a slight jerk and shook lightly. I shrugged it off, figuring it was probably the wind, or a wave. But it happened again a few moments later, and a bit more intense this time. A third shake knocked me out of my bunk, as the boat seemed to shake violently this time around, and outside I heard a strange sound, like wind or someone whistling. Curious, and a little afraid, I managed to stand and made my way up to the deck.

Was there a storm coming on? I had checked the radar and weather reports, and the next three days were supposed to be perfectly clear of any storms.

I came out onto the deck to see that the fog was still quite dense, but the boat was moving around as if the waves had picked up. Perhaps there would be a storm... the weather couldn't always be one hundred percent accurate, right?

I leaned over the left side of the boat, staring down at the waves, when suddenly the boat shook again, shifting wildly and I nearly found myself going overboard. I managed to prevent that accident, but barely. I stumbled across the deck, becoming a bit frustrated with whatever was happening. Another wild jerk, and this time I slipped and wasn't quite so lucky, I couldn't stop myself from going overboard. I landed in the cold ocean water with a loud splash, and came up for air immediately.

I couldn't see a thing through the fog, and could barely make out the lights from my boat. I tried to swim in the direction of the boat, but it just seemed to drift further away.

I was starting to get tired from swimming, out of breath and feeling weak. I stopped swimming and found myself shivering from the cold water. Just when I was sure that I was completely screwed, something strange happened... I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind, lifting me up out of the water and the next thing I knew I was back on the deck of my boat, dripping water all over the place, but safe and sound.

"What... what the hell?"

"You alright there?"

The voice startled me, and I jumped to my feet, almost slipping again. I found myself staring at the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes upon... a young woman, about the same age as myself. She had long black hair and beautiful eyes as blue as the ocean. Completely naked, she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes anywhere. Her breasts were perfect, probably 34DD, if I had to guess, with lightly tanned alabaster skin that was toned, firm and gorgeous.

She had a stunning bubble butt, and legs smoother then any I had ever seen before that seemed to go on forever. This... person... was absolutely the most beautiful girl I had ever met in my life, but where the hell had she come from?

"Who... who are you?"

"He-He, I'm the girl who just saved you from drowning."

"Right... um... t-thanks for that, but where..."

"Where did I come from?"

"Y-Yeah," I replied.

She had her arms behind her back, legs crossed, smiling at me, but I still wasn't putting all of this together with the stories I'd heard... maybe I was just too much in shock to register how similar it all seemed to be.

"Well... I am a daughter of the earth... if this helps you. In fable I am called a daughter of Parthenope... but you may simply call me an angel, if you'd like."

That seemed to fit what I saw for the most part... an angel. It wasn't until she moved to step forward, her legs parting, that my eyes fell upon something a little... out of place. As she walked towards me, it was quite clear to my eyes, dangling between her smooth legs was a penis.

It was flaccid, and at its current state probably about ten inches long.

That's when it all finally clicked... here I was in the middle of the ocean, lost in a strange fog. I'd fallen overboard into the water and was rescued by a beautiful naked girl that came out of nowhere and happened to have... a dick. This was starting to seem an awful lot like those stories.

"You're... not real," I said, the surprise evident in my voice.

"Oh, think again," she laughed, stepping closer.

"Let me show you just how real I am. I promise, I can make you feel good."

She was right in front of me now, wrapping her warm arms around me, and pulling me close, her supple lips pressed against my own. It was such a soft kiss that I felt like I would melt into her. She slid her tongue into my mouth... I offered no resistance and we began making out passionately.

As we kissed, her cock had began to grow hard, and as our lips parted I looked down to see it was now reaching twelve inches and quite thick too. This was absolutely crazy!

"You've heard about me," she said, sounding surprised even though we hadn't spoken a word to each other for minutes.

"Uh... w-what?"

"I can read minds when this close. Your friends have met some of my friends. You have been told about my kind, and yet it seems you did not believe. Do you believe now Jim?"

I hesitated once again, as I was shocked further to hear she knew my name, and still wondering if this was all just a dream.

"I...th-think so."

"Good," she smiled, kissing me again. "I think you're still unsure, but curious... I think you have been all along. That's why you didn't want to believe in me. Because you were curious what it might be like to meet a beautiful girl who happens to have a cock. Well, now is your chance to find out. Would you like that Jim... would you like to learn what it's like to be with my kind?"

For some reason, I just didn't have the will to say no. Call it a spell, mind control, or simply curiosity she was drawing me in with every word she spoke. My heart was racing, and I was breathing heavily, and to my surprise my own cock was just as hard as hers seemed to currently be.

"Yes," I finally replied in voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," she said, "Then get down on your knees."

Without even thinking, I dropped to my knees and now her cock was right in my face. It looked even bigger up close and personal, than it did when I was standing a few moments ago. At first, I decided she had been using some sort of mind control... but I knew that the way my body was acting, was of it's own free will. I was really attracted to this girl, if you could say she was a girl.

I could smell the musky aroma of her genitals, and feel the heat radiating from her cock against my face. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and took her cock between my lips and started sucking. My head bobbed as I took as much of her meat into my mouth as I could, before I gagged.

She ran her hand through my hair, forcing my mouth further down over her shaft and making me deep throat her. I gagged, and choked, spit running down my chin as I came back up for air after a few seconds. She released my head, and I backed away slightly.

She held out her hand in front of me, and leaned down slightly to speak to me.

"Let's go below... we can get comfortable and have some more fun... if you want."

I took her hand, and we walked down the stepladder to the lower deck and into the small bunkroom. She pulled my soaking wet shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor, and then slid down the wet shorts I was wearing, tossing them to the floor next to the shirt. Angel pushed me onto the bunk and climbed on top of me, sitting on my chest with her huge cock inches from my face.

Kissing me on the lips, she slid back, straddling my thighs, and started licking and sucking on my nipples, making me groan louder, and my own cock try to grow even harder.

Seeing this she parted my legs and began licking the tip of my cock, then took me between her lips. Her delightful mouth felt so wet and warm it was like heaven. I groaned once more as Angel started sucking and bobbing her head up and down. This had to be the best blowjob I'd ever experienced, I thought to myself. As she continued sucking though, I felt her finger rubbing against my asshole. It was light at first, and then became more insistent as she applied a bit of pressure and I felt her finger slip into my hole. Such a strange foreign feeling that I'd never experienced before.

Yet, I had to admit, it really wasn't as bad as I might have imagined before now.

She sucked my cock and fingered my ass, practically fucking me with her one index finger, making it rub against my prostate.

Now I could feel the pressure building up in my balls, and I knew I was heading for one hell of an orgasm in a minute or so.

It dawned on me then, mid-way through the blowjob, that when this was over... if this really was reality... she would probably bring up the island that the others claimed had been referenced during their encounters. I knew only two men had encountered these creatures and made it back to tell their story.

That meant the others had all gone with the ones that found them... or drowned. I began to wonder if any of them were still alive? Did an Island really exist at all, or did these things act like the Sirens of legend, have sex with you and then kill you? And if the Island was real... would I try to escape, or would I go along with her?

My thoughts were cut off as I reached the peak, and my orgasm swept over me like a massive tidal wave. I jerked, thrusting my cock upwards into her throat and groaned as I started to cum. I could feel my ass clenching around her finger as she pushed against my prostate gland, milking me of every drop of cum that she could get out of me.

When it was over, I sank back into the mattress, and for a few moments I felt numb as I tried to register what I had just experienced. My angel wasn't finished with me yet though.

"You came too soon," she said, with a certain tone in her voice that made me a little nervous as my fear returned, "You naughty boy, you weren't supposed to cum until I told you to! Well now it's my turn. Spread your legs!"

I obeyed her command, spreading my legs and she lifted them up high over her shoulders. She licked her fingers and her palm, rubbing them against my asshole and getting it wet with her spit, before gently pressing the tip of her monster cock against my entrance. I was nervous and my stomach was in tied in knots.

I could feel hot pressure against my hole as she gently probed me for a few seconds and then thrust right into me. I gasped, my back arched and I bit my lower lip as she tore right through me.

"Oh yeah, your ass is so tight baby," she whispered, "I just love virgin ass, it's the best there is."

I struggled to regain my posture as she slowly pulled about halfway out and then thrust right back into me, causing me to jump again with surprise and pain. And then a third time, only this time much more intense than the last time. I noticed that with each thrust she delivered, there seemed to be less pain, yet definitely strange to have such a feeling of fullness inside of me with something so huge rammed up my ass like this.

Soon enough she was pounding me, slamming her cock in and out of my ass with long hard strokes. Our bodies slapping together, the boat started to rock from how hard she was fucking me and I started to moan, expressing to her that I had begun to enjoy the feeling as much as she seemed to enjoy it.

"You like that, you dirty little boy?"

"Oh... fuck... yes!"

"Good, now turn over for me," she ordered, pulling her cock out of my ass.

I flipped over onto my hands and knees and she grabbed me by the hips, thrusting directly back into me. As she pounded me from behind, she would occasionally spank my ass, the loud clapping sound of her hand connecting with my flesh ringing in my ears. I reached for my own cock, wanting to stroke, but she slapped my hand away and grabbed my dick herself and began stroking it for me.

"I'm gonna cum in your sweet little ass," she whispered in my ear, with an evil and very seductive voice, "You want that baby? You want me to cum in your dirty little asshole?"

"Oh... oh yeah," I moaned.

The feeling of her cock moving in and out of me, and her hand stroking my own cock was getting to be too much. I knew she probably wanted to cum first. But if she didn't hurry up, that plan was going to be spoiled, because surely at any moment I knew that I was going to cum too.

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