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Story Description: Greg learns how to properly stimulate a dolphin under the guidance of a slightly perverted trainer.

***Part 6 < Current chapter > Part 8***

** ***A Dream of Dolphins: Inspecting the Wares*****

Greg felt rather groggy in the morning. Waking up to the annoying beep of a digital watch was nowhere near as pleasant as Arrow's warm tongue.

“I'm up. Just shut the hell up for a second, will ya?"

The beeping stopped, and Greg sighed, resting for a precious minute before rolling out of his bed. He made himself a quick coffee, dressed up, then rushed straight to Christina's morning lesson.

“Good morning there. Had a good sleep?"

“Decent. Sparky woke me up a couple of times. Never realized how vocals dolphins are until I started living with one."

Christina smiled. “You'll get used to Sparky. Quite a kitty-ish name you gave him. Why? Does he electrify the water? Sending jolts up your spine when you touch him?"

“Something like that." Greg approached the small basin occupying most of the small room. “What do we have there?"

“Oh, I haven't introduced you," Christina waved him closer, then wrapped an arm around his neck so tight Greg had to concentrate not to wince. “The playful one is Chrissy, named after me because she loves me more than I love her. And her mate is Lightning. Not quite as charming as your Sparky, but he's really freaking fast when he puts his mind to it."

“Yeah…fast…" Greg thought on the first time he had the pleasure to hold a dolphin's cock inside his hand.

He shook his head before that memory had an unpleasant effect on his crotch. “So are we going to play with them or what?

“Yeah, we'll play around a bit with their naughty bits, if that's what you imply. You'll have to get down there and introduce yourself to them first."

“Really?"

“Yeah. C'mon, it's going to be super fun. I'll just stay here and watch you."

“How fair," Greg said, taking his shirt off without a single care, then following along with his pants.

He suddenly froze.

“What's wrong?"

“I…gah, I need to go back."

Christina grabbed his arm. She was a lot stronger than she looked, and very determined. “Class is still in session. You know what they say about naughty pupils."

“No. I know what they say about naked ones."

She remained silent for a second. Then, her giggling burst forth so loud, she had to cover her mouth to retain a sliver of decency.

“Will you let me go now?"

“No."

Greg tried to jerk himself free.

“I'm not letting you. It'll take like five minutes to get back here and I've got a dozen more trainees to teach."

“At least they're not naked!" Greg managed to pry her grip apart. “I'm going, with or without-“

“Stay. Please," Christina's voice softened. “We don't have much time and there's a lot I need to show you. Just get there in the tank. I promise I won't peek, even if I saw plenty of fuzzy butts before."

“Really?"

“Most of you anthros lack manners," she giggled. “Ok, that's a crap joke, but it's somewhat true. Swimsuits are horribly restrictive, especially to natural born swimmers like you. Just go. Dive. You'll just get nudged a few times down there but that's nothing you cannot handle.

“Gaaah," Greg released a drawn out sigh. “You guys are something else. What kind of head researcher encourages her subjects to enter naked into a pool with two dolphins?"

“The kind that deals with seed milking and insemination on a daily basis. C'mon," she slapped his waist uncomfortably close to his butt. “Down you go."

Greg pulled his shorts down and dived straight into the pool, hoping the cold water would dull his flaring senses. It worked well. He swam along the pool, calm and relaxed, until the two dolphins broke their banter and headed right to him.

Greg braced for heavy prods or other form of rough inspection. Instead, all he got were gentle nudges, nuzzles, and curious affection from the two dolphins.

“Give me a breather. I need a minute to-“

They sailed away at once.

“You look a bit surprised."

“Yeah," Greg looked over his shoulder. “Didn't expect them to listen."

“Nifty perk, eh? They'll do anything you ask them to. Try a couple of commands and see for yourself."

Greg had a blast. He had a pair of docile, intelligent dolphins that did underwater flips, jumped, or carried him around as fast as any man-made craft. He spent a couple of great minutes in the pool, fully forgetting about his nakedness until Christina summoned the pair to her. She gave them a good pat on their snouts, fed them two fat fish, then waved to Greg to approach.

“Which one is your starter?"

“Depends on what I'm starting with."

“I'm sure you know what's coming, but nonetheless I'll spell it out loud because I like to see that utter look of terror on every initiate's face. With the male, you're going to extract his seed, either underwater or outside. The method is up to you."

Greg's crotch tightened. He was going to masturbate a dolphin, right in front of Christina! There was no way he would remain inside his sheath during those kind of moments.

“While Lightning recharges, we're going to take a peek inside the female, see if she's receptive to your touch, and things like that before I let you take another shot at Lightning's member. How does that sound?"

“It's…it's good. When do I start?"

“Right now sounds fine to me."

Lightning was eager and happy to receive more attention. Greg eased him in with gentle rubs along his snout. The dolphin remained completely still. Slow, calming ripples undulated along the water's surface as Greg scratched around his flippers, moved along his back with, descended along his belly. The smooth surface of the dolphin's skin quickened his heart along with the knowledge of what he was about to do. He bit into his lip as he felt for Lightning's crevice. The gentle dolphin pushed his head under Greg's arm, securing himself for the thrust that followed.

“Take it easy," Greg said.

But the dolphin already got too excited to stop. Flesh hardened around his lower belly. Strong pulsations rippled below his firm walls. He was going to get hard, and Greg could either watch and wait like an idiot or feel the dolphin's excitement grow in the same manner as his cock.

He rubbed around the slit. Lightning brought his tail down, shuddering briefly as his sensitive member pushed between the thick walls of its shelter.

“That's it," Greg grabbed the hardening cock inside a firm grip. “You're almost there, sweetie. Thrust. Let your seed break loose. Cum into my hand."

Lightning gave a couple more thrusts before he suddenly flipped onto his back. Greg hugged his neck to maintain his balance during the sudden shift. With his cock caressed by bare air, the male thrust and slapped the water with his tail, eager to spill his load.

Greg grabbed him by the base. His cock was so hard, and quite warmer than it was underwater. He started rubbing with short slides, matching the dolphin's sudden jerks. It was exhilarating to grab a male so intimately, to feel the tense pulses of his lust surging through such a sensitive part of his anatomy. Greg gritted his jaws, trying hard not to allow the sight of that pink, hook-shaped cock get under his skin. It was bigger than he imagined it inside his dream. Meatier. Harder.

The slim tip shook. Strong spasms took hold of the captive male. Greg knew what was about to happen. His fingers tightened around Lightning's shaft, applying strong bursts of pressure while his hand continued its up and down motions.

Lightning had no chance. With a last sudden thrust, he pushed hard into Greg's hand and broke loose. A sharp jet of cloudy seed erupted from his tip, soaring high into the air. Greg's own cock tensed with the rippling shudder coursing underneath Lightning's quivering slit. Strong contractions pushed the seed out of him in long, blissful spurts that pleased Greg almost as much as they pleased his dolphin companion. He wished he would cum along him. Wanted to touch that seed, feel its silky touch upon his hand, taste it inside his mouth.

He twisted his hand, taking hold of the tip so that no more seed went to waste. Instead, the strong spurts shot against his hand, drenching his fingers with dribbles of thin, fertile seed. With so much sticky warmth around his tip, Lightning was more than willing to spend himself down to the last drop. He kept thrusting and cumming, Greg kept squeezing and pumping, until the dolphin emptied his cock.

“That was quite a sight. Hold him for a couple more seconds. He likes to taper off."

“Mhm," Greg mumbled quickly. Christina wasn't looking. She busied herself with the female.

Tempted by the smell of semen and aroused from his dolphin's climax, Greg quickly pulled his hand back and opened his mouth, sticking three cum-soaked fingers inside.

“Mhmmm…" he moaned as the savory taste of lukewarm cum filled his mouth. Lightning was very tasty. A bit watery, but so easy to swallow. Greg quickly licked the rest of his hand, using his other arm to massage Lightning's receding erection.

“Alright, should be alright. Come over."

“I'll…yeah, just a minute. I'd like to clean this messy bastard before-“

“He'll do it himself."

That wasn't what he wanted to hear when half of his cock poked out through his sheath. Greg dived into the water, focusing on the coldness rushing through his fur, purging every naughty thought from his mind. He had only a couple of seconds, of course, but he hoped that was enough to send his member back inside his sheath.

He jumped out of the pool. Christina was smiling. No. Worse than that. She was giggling.

Greg's eyes jolted towards his crotch. His tip was still peeking.

“That's…oh god. Oh jeez, I'm so sorry. I-“

“Oh stop being so silly. I jerk off dolphins for a living. That makes me the last person that's going to judge this kind of excitement."

“You're not serious."

“Wanna bet?" she waved him closer. “Come on, stop wasting time. If you really want to know, I find it really cute when it pokes out, as long as we're not dealing with humans. Humans are gross."

“Ok, you have me. What are we working on next?"

“Chrissy. I'll flip her over, and you'll examine her, alright?"

“With my hands?"

“Hands, fingers, tongue. I don't care what you use."

Greg just focused on the dolphin. After a few soothing words matched with a proper touch, he founds the courage to pry her folds apart.

“Ugh, she's really strong."

“How else would you expect her to keep the seed safely inside?"

“I…yeah, makes sense," Greg said as he stared into her fleshy depths. She didn't look particularly wet or inviting.

“Go in."

“It's my first time. What if I mess up? What if I hurt her?"

Christina's hand enveloped him. “Silly otter. We'll go together then."

Greg's heart pounded like a war drum as he was guided inside his first female. Those strong muscles he pried apart earlier now squeezed him with all their might, making the penetration a real challenge. Inch by inch, he advanced inwards, until Christina curled his fingers towards her head.

“That's the bend we just passed. She'll get much warmer and wetter. I suggest you-“

“Oooohh…" Greg moaned softly as the most heavenly kind of heat engulfed his fingers. Christina was right. She was dripping wet down there, and exquisitely soft.

“You like?"

“Sss-something like that. Why's she so excited?"

“Wouldn't you be after you saw your partner cum before your very eyes? She can smell and taste his seed in the water. Knows that she'll soon get it inside her. Of course, we also stimulate her quite vividly. See how hard she spasms?"

“Mhm."

“That's to stimulate the male after they tie. Often, it's the female that pushes the male to completion, not the other way around."

“She's so warm…" Greg said as his cock throbbed harder and quicker, desperate for the chance to sink into that exquisite shelter and spill its heavy load.

“Touch her. Scratch. Play inside her. She won't mind an orgasm or two."

“No, that's not what I-“

Christina suddenly plopped her hand out, filling the air with the dolphin's delightful juices. Greg took a deep whiff. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, jaws clattering with the raw need to breed. Chrissy squelched. She spurted a few drops of translucent slime, then pushed into his hand, eager to receive more attention.

Greg closed his eyes. He worked quicker than he would like, fully away of the rock hard status of his penis. To make things worse, Chrissy provided constant stimulation to his restless mind. She throbbed, on and on, engulfing his fingers in heat and moisture, making him crave to be balls deep inside her.

With a sharp jerk of her tail, she came, her orgasm raging on for a dozen consecutive spasms that left Greg's hand unable to even pull back.

“I'll help with that," Christina aided him out of the feisty dolphin.

“Thanks," Greg washed himself inside the water. “I'll just go back to my room now, if we're done here."

Christina pointed at the male. He played with himself at the other edge of the pool, even with a needy female ready to breed within his reach. The levels of self control must've been off the charts.

“I get it. He's in control, I'm not. Just let me go back to avoid further embarrassment."

“You're getting me wrong. All wrong," she laid a hand on his shoulder. “I want you to extract his seed again, this time with the aid of a little helper," she fished in her pocket to bring out a wrapped condom. “Are you in, or are you out?"

“Is that a rubber? You had it on you all this time?"

“Brought it in this morning, yeah. This one is wet and oily, perfect for our male's needs. Put this onto his cock, and it will feel almost as good as a real breeding. Believe me, it's going to be a treat for him, and Lightning will remember you for tending to his immediate needs."

Greg accepted the bargain. He swam up to the dolphin, wincing when he poked his snout around his erection.

“I know, bud. I'm just as excited as you, so why don't we do something about your little predicament, eh?" Greg eased the dolphin onto his back, rubbing around his slit until his cock plopped out. He ripped the package with his teeth, took the condom out, then slowly rolled it over the animal's hardened cock.

“Almost there," Greg made sure the rubber kissed his slit. “Aaalmost there," he rolled it further down so that the dolphin's tip touched the edge of the condom.

“Ok, you're good."

He wrapped him in a fist as soon as he said that. Lightning slapped the water with his tail. He thrust long and hard, emboldened by the heavenly feel of slick juice around his cock. Greg held onto him with both hands. He had so much power inside his body. Each thrust moved the condom up, so the collection turned into a fight to keep the condom on rather than a simple collection.

“Ghhh…hard…you're so…hard," Greg groaned as he felt the dolphin pulsate within his grip.

He wanted to cum. He was desperate for it. Droplets of water flew all around them as Lightning thrashed and thrust, making sure every bit of his cock was lodged as deep inside the condom as it could before he burst loose. Thick strands of thicker, milky fluid rammed into the tip of the condom. Greg milked and squeezed the dolphin for all his worth, working the lubricated rubber around his pounding member to facilitate the ejaculation. The contact had immediate effects on Lightning. He froze stiff, allowing only the muscles of his slit to do the work in order to avoid hurting his possible mate. Spurt by spurt, he poured himself into the condom.

And Greg had to be extra careful to keep the semen inside. His thumb pressed hard into the dolphin's spasming slit to anchor the edge of the condom, effectively trapping the precious fluid inside. Snug fit inside a grip that constantly rubbed and pumped around his length, the male gave everything he had.

“You're good, buddy. You're good," Greg rubbed his chest during the aftermath. “Good boy. Good boy…You produced quite a bit! I'll show you in a sec."

He carefully leaned Lightning to the side, then rolled the condom out. Greg licked his lips at the sight of his juicy, cum dripping cock. He would've sucked that beauty dry if Christina wasn't here. With a heavy sigh, he allowed the lubrication to disperse into the water. At least he still had his cum.

“Look here, my dear," he directed his snout towards the condom. “Look what you produced. Are you happy? Did it feel good?"

Lightning whistled excitedly, rubbing up and down along Greg's arm.

“Good boy," he treated his belly with another series of rubs. Off you go. See your mate. Check if she needs anything."

Lightning surged ahead, leaving Greg alone with his condom. Contrary to what he said earlier, Lightning produced much less semen than he did during his first session, but this one looked thicker and of better quality.

Greg took a peek over his shoulder. Like before, Christina was completely distracted. She certainly couldn't tell the difference, could she?

“Fuck," Greg cursed silently as he pushed his tongue through the condom's opening. With a quick tilt of his hand, he allowed a few drops of semen to roll along his tongue. It was warm, fresh, and somewhat sweet. Greg grabbed the condom between his teeth and took another sip, then another, filling his mouth with delicious dolphin essence.

His senses shuddered with blissful delight. Oh, it felt so good to feast on a male's precious essence. Lightning's second ejaculation was a lot richer than his first. Thousands of sperm cells swam amidst Greg's saliva. They would have impregnated a female for sure, but right now their taste and meaning had an extremely arousing effect on the aroused other. He swirled the cum inside his mouth, sampling every bit of its unique fragrance before he swallowed with a satisfied gulp.

He shivered as the cum went down his throat. So good. So rich. So full of life. Greg prepared to suckle another load when Christina's voice ripped the condom away from his mouth.

“You're done there?"

“Yghh ghhhm," he dragged his voice. “Yeah, I was just stretching my fingers. Takes a bit of effort to milk a dolphin."

“Not with the right condom. Come here. Let me see what you gathered."

What if she found out? Greg suddenly felt sick for giving in to his arousal so easily. He presented the condom to Christina's methodical hands, trying to look as normal as he could.

“Hmm, it's about half as much as a male would give during his second ejaculation. You spilled some?"

“I…yeah, my bad. Got a lame hand after the vicious pounding I gave him."

“Haha, that's alright. Next time, make sure you tilt him-“

“To the side," Greg smacked his head. “Occurred to me just now. Stupid lame brain. Why can't we have the good ideas when we need them?"

“Because it's fun to be dumb. C'mon. You're free to go. Just make sure to put your clothes on before you head out. Oh, and this is mine."

“Right." Greg handed her the condom and started to get dressed. “Thanks for…well, everything. It's been fun."

“Same. I'll see you tomorrow at lunch. Have a good one!"

“You too. Bye!"

** ***End of Chapter 7*****

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