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Story Description: Greg's overzealous lust takes him deeper than any researcher should go, and what started as simple research soon turns into something much, much more…

***Part 7 < Current chapter > Part 9***

** ***A Dream of Dolphins: Drippy Breeding*****

The next day, Greg had his hand around a male dolphin's cock once more. He wasn't Lightning. This one was a bit bigger and more excitable. He was supposed to count the male's throbs, anticipate how much seed he unleashed inside the female, but at the rate he was pulsating with, Greg was quite convinced he was going to burst long before he entered the female.

“You're sure he's not going kaboomie on me?" he said, flexing his fingers over the dolphin's hardened flesh.

“He may if you keep grabbing him like that. Hold him. Don't rub him off just yet."

It was hard when the horny male thrust himself into Greg's hand. “How long until she's ready?"

“Just a minute," Christina had her hand wrist deep into the female's walls. She was stimulating her quite thoroughly, frowning, puckering her lips, and making faces like that.

Greg noticed the female's muscles relax and contract rhythmically around Christina's hand. She never stood idle for long. Quick thrusts plunged deeper into the fleshy embrace, and the female's flippers shuddered with orgasmic might whenever Christina twisted her hand.

“She seems to like it."

“Yeah. I'm massaging her quite better than a male dolphin can. Their member doesn't reach quite this deep," she took a deep breath, worn out from the heavy duty masturbation. “Oh, she's almost ready. Almost…"

The female's body seized up. Powerful contractions took hold of her slit. Greg throbbed uncomfortably hard inside the waterproof shorts he brought along for today. They didn't do a great job at concealing his excitement when Christina's eyes lingered upon his crotch.

“Oh come on. You're jerking off a female in front of me. It would be odd not to get aroused."

“What's odd is that ugly pair of shorts you brought. Take them down. Be naked, like these dolphins."

“Sound advice. Why aren't you?"

“Rules," Christina sighed. “Even Sapphire City can't be completely free from legislation. If I was a lioness, a she-wolf, or whatever creature with scales or fur, I'd be able to walk around naked as a baby, but since I'm a human…"

“You're fucked. I get it."

“You get it," Christina laughed.

She pounded the female a couple more times to make sure she was completely through with her orgasm, then waved her hand around.

“It's done?"

“Yeah. Bring your male around. Turn him belly-up first, then slowly guide him along my female and let nature take its course."

Greg eased the male onto his belly with long, flowing caresses. “God, I think he smelled her heat or something. He's throbbing really hard."

“Be quick then!"

Greg guided him along the female. The dolphin certainly knew what to do. He rubbed his snout into the female's crevice, taking a sample of her fertility before he slid towards her head.

“Don't take your hand off!"

“Ghh," Greg squeezed the male's shaft. “I'm good. Sorry, I almost forgot to-“

“Shush. Let them mate. Count. We'll talk after."

She had a good point. His male was almost inside, and Greg could only think how delightful it would feel for his own cock to penetrate a female's dripping slit like his dolphin just did. After he felt around with his tip, he thrust himself hard into the female. His cock speared through her fleshy walls, dragging Greg's hand along with it.

“H-how deep is he-“

“Count!"

Greg fully focused on the male's cock. It was throbbing really hard now. He kept thrusting quickly, carrying Greg deeper and deeper until a strong surge made the female clamp around him.

“Ow!"

“Count!"

“One. Two. Three. Four…" Greg started listing as silently as he could as his male started unloading his burden through heavy, drawn out throbs.

The female's muscles responded to the sharp spurts with equal enthusiasm. She hugged Greg with ferocious might, making his fingers tingle from the force he exerted upon her male companion.

He was cumming so hard. So long, and so hard. Greg moved a finger along his cock. Everything became warmer, wetter, better. He pushed his whole hand up, then squeezed his eyes shut when the female drew him into her depths. Greg lost control of the male's cock. He grabbed around for his tip, but flesh was all around him, dripping with hot, gushing fluids.

“Nghhh…." He groaned as his cock raged within his shorts.

“What happened. Did you lose him?"

“I'm…ghh…I'm inside. I'm inside her…" Greg stuttered, his face strained with pleasure and lust.

“Oh, that's even better. Go deeper. See how far the male's seed reaches."

“She's squeezing me so tight. My hand feels numb. Weak."

“Just do it. Please."

Her voice broke through the wall of embarrassment. Greg used the male's throbs to follow his cock until he finally found the tip. It was still spurting.

He grabbed it between two fingers. The male tensed. He thrust again, sending shudders that made the female clam up. Greg was thoroughly trapped. He couldn't move or even twitch until a trickle of liquid heat shot against his hand.

The female was cumming too! While he still held onto the male's cock, rubbing his tip between his fingers to provide as much pleasure as possible, Greg moved in the line of fire. His finger was blown away by the sheer force of the ejaculate. He tried with two next, having the same result.

Greg gave up on the third try. His tendons hurt. His whole hand felt hardly responsive, thanks to the hard, rhythmic squeezes applied by the female's muscles. He just remained inside, holding onto his male for as long as he could, bathing in his seed, wishing he would be the one to inseminate a female until the jets tapered into trickles.

“He's done."

“Good. Get out fast. She's going to clam up really hard once the male pulls out."

Greg used his last reserves of strength to grab onto his cock and wrench himself out.

“Aaaah. That bloody hurt."

“It'll pass," Christina grabbed his hand, kneading and working some blood into his fatigued bones. “Did you manage to collect the data?"

“Maybe? I don't know. He was cumming too bloody hard."

“How deep do you think he reached?"

“The deepest," Greg said with utmost conviction.

“Sounds great. We'll check her out after she breeds a second time. The first ejaculation is more of a foreplay for dolphins. Feels great, but it doesn't get the job done as efficiently as the subsequent matings."

“Yeah. I've seen that."

“Seen? Where?"

“Ugh, I mean I've read about it on the internet. Dolphins cum fast, quick, and often. You could call them cum machines, right?"

“Gosh, that sounds like crap. Never say it again."

Greg did. Inside his mind, that is. Pestering Christina was unwise when he had a huge boner up and about. Though she poked fun at him a couple of times and asked certain questions pertaining to nuptial activities, she wasn't overly cruel. For ten minutes or so, they joked and talked about hobbies, life, and anything interesting that happened to pass through their heads.

Then, the two dolphins announced their desire to mate. They were quite vocal about it. Christina led them towards a ramp with very shallow water levels.

“Is that for jumps?"

She shook her head.

“Tricks?"

She did it again.

“You're a huge tease."

“It's for breeding. Or rather, facilitates our capabilities to peek inside the female and see if the seed is pushing deep enough."

“Oh, believe me, it does."

“Seeing is believing. C'mon, help me up."

And that was the start of another assisted mating session. Greg handled the male, Christina held onto the female, and together they coupled the dolphins on their sides. Greg worked with his left hand to stimulate the male's thrusts. He was a bit feistier out of water, maintaining his thrusts even after he broke loose. Greg scratched and tickled the insides of his slit. He was quite sensitive down there, and any contact, any amount of pressure increased the force of his ejaculation.

After he had no more inside him, Greg gently worked his cock out. It was a real treat to feel his hot, creamed length between his hands. He squeezed the member a little, milking a couple of weaker spurts before the dolphin retreated into the water.

“You wanted a reminder?" Christina pointed towards his drippy hand.

“Oh, this? Nah," Greg shook his head, adopting the most innocent look he could summon. “This is just one of the many hazards that happen in your line of labor."

“I bet," she got up. “Hold the female still for a minute, will you? I have to grab the speculum."

“Specu what now?"

“You'll see, hot pants. You'll see."

Absurd nickname, that. Greg found solace in the dolphin's juicy cum. With Christina away, he took the time to lick each of his fingers clean.

“You like it too, don't you girl?" he said as he rubbed a finger around her slit. “What I wouldn't give to cum inside a beauty like you. To be one of the lucky dolphins that breeds inside this facility."

He leaned his head closer to her, his voice as low as a whisper. “I'd remain inside you all day. That's right. I'd never pull out. All my seed, my love, my desires would pour into you, and when your flesh tingles with overflowing love, you'll know the meaning of true pleasure."

“Oh, that's so sweet!"

Greg shot his eyes up.

“Crap, I disturbed you. What were you singing her?"

“Just…just talking. Dolphin stuff. I told her about the ones I worked with. Apparently, my stories are more effective than sleeping drugs."

“We'll fix you up, won't we, Jewel?" Christina playfully rubbed her snout. “Just a quick inspection and you'll be free to swim and play to your heart's liking."

Greg took notice of the device she brought along for this task. It was a speculum with a scope, more modern than anything he saw before.

“That looks fancy. What's it for?"

“To look," Christina crawled onto her fours, got into the proper position, then laid on her belly to pry the female's walls apart with the device. “You wanna take the first look?"

“Me? Nah, I'm good," Greg motioned for her to continue. “My eyes are good enough."

“Suit yourself," Christina focused back on her task. A few more adjustments, and the dolphin's slit was a gaping hole of ruddy flesh and dripping strings of cum.

Her cavernous walls never looked so inviting. Greg helplessly hardened inside his pants. He leaned closer, and closer, breathing in the mixed scents of fresh sex. He wasn't aware how distracted he was until Christina grabbed his neck and shoved him forwards her scope.

“Ow ow ow!"

“Just take a peek, will you? This is the essence of science right here."

“Alright, alright!" Greg said as he found a comfortable position for his cock. Once he laid onto his belly, he finally took a good look inside the female.

It was wet. And pink. And drippy. Honestly, there wasn't much to see. Despite the device's zooming capabilities, it was too dark to make out anything of notice until Christina pressed a button. A strong beam of light illuminated the female's insides, making her flesh look twice as loaded as it did before. Remnants of cum were everywhere, staining muscles that refused to stay still. Every time she contracted, new droplets oozed out of her depths. Greg could almost taste her delightful fragrance upon his lips. He wanted to wash his tongue in circles until not a single trace of moisture lingered within her halls. Then, when his instincts burned with the need to breed, he would push himself into her depths and thrust until his seed burst as hard as a dolphin's.

That fantasy was nice. Too nice, in fact. Precum slithered through his cock. His erection was an angry mess of restless throbs, and his balls almost seemed ready to unload their burden.

Greg was saved by a sharp beep.

“It's mine," Christina poked her wrist watch. “Oh jeez, it's labeled into the urgent category. Can I leave you here for a couple of minutes?"

“Sure. I'll just…I'll keep watching over her."

Christina gave him a lovely rub around his head. “Good boy."

Then she left. She really freaking left the room!

Greg's heart pounded in his chest. He looked over the lovely female dolphin splayed on her side before him, lovely and inviting as ever. She wanted to be bred. Heck, mating was one of the best thing she could do inside this facility. Greg knew that first hand when he inserted his hand inside her. Now, he was going to insert something else, and both of them were going to love it.

“Shh…sweety. My sweet, lovely dolphin," he said as he crawled over her, one leg on either side of her body. “I'll quench your heat. Help you relieve that burning need that started right here, inside the bosom of your flesh."

He touched her slit, then licked his lips as a trembling moan rushed through his throat. The female moved her flipper insistently. Greg thought she wanted to go back inside the water. That's when her tail slapped his butt, forcing him to advance further towards her head.

She wanted him too!

He descended upon her, kissing and caressing her beautiful white belly for a couple of seconds. Greg was fully aware of the fact that Christina could return at any given time. He had to be fast. Both of them needed to be.

He grabbed the rim of his shorts, then pulled them all the way to his knees. In the absence of the restrictive cloth, his cock broke loose, hard and already dripping with hefty amounts of precum.

Greg aligned himself to her entrance, but he couldn't find a way to put it in without moving the female onto her back.

“Hold on. I'm going to flip you over like….aaaagh, like this," he sighed happily once she was belly up, her tail shifting between his legs. Was she as apprehensive as he was? Aroused? Greg couldn't know. He wasn't Christina the dolphin whisperer, nor Andy the aquarium owner wanna-be. He was just an ordinary otter that desperately wanted to make love to a female dolphin.

“Alright alright alright. I need to do it. There's no time, girl, no time," he mumbled as he lowered himself upon her. Slowly, he thrust his hips back and forth, eager to feel the embrace of her slit.

“You'll like it. I'm gonna make sure that…ghh…that you'll like it as much as…nnnghhh!"

Breath stuck in his throat when he found the entrance to her vent. With an instinctive thrust, Greg pushed himself inside her. Tender flesh embraced his bare cock from all sides, warm, silky, and delightfully wet.

“Mff…so good…it feels so good," he grabbed his cock between two fingers to direct himself inside her vagina. After a few thrusts, Greg found the bend. He placed his hand back on the platform, then pushed himself forward. An avalanche of pleasure rolled over his body. Greg shivered uncontrollably. He never mated a female in his life, and a dolphin was a lot more than he expected. She squeezed him like a passionate lover, kissing his bare flesh hard and quick before her wet walls spread apart.

“You're amazing. So amazing," Greg managed to speak through the heavy pants of his breath while he continued to make his way inside her.

His balls pressed against her warm slit. He held right there, groaning like a lust stricken animal, tasting her warmth upon his heavy sack before he slowly slinked back for another thrust.

The contact with her insides felt electrifying. Greg once again pushed himself as deep as he could, weakened by the intense delight coursing through his flesh. The dolphin squeezed him so hard. She was after his seed, and if she kept that up, Greg was sure to burst within a couple of seconds.

“I'm gonna cum…" he moaned. “Ghhh, gonna cum inside you, girl. But not before…aaaah, not before I give you pleasure…"

With that being said, Greg took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of strength he held inside his shivering body to mate her like she's never been mated before. He drew back, then slapped his balls against her slit, spearing through her contracting flesh with a burst of mind-numbing delight. A surge of precum rushed through his member to moisten her folds, though she scarcely needed it. She was overflowing down there, part due to her own arousal, and part because a male dolphin came inside her not once, but twice.

Greg steeled his muscles for the quick thrusts that followed. His legs were stone. His arms tempered iron. For the upcoming seconds he breathed through gritted teeth, holding his fire back, forcing him to last against the milking grip that weakened his cock.

It was hard. Too hard, and too hot. Like the dolphin before him, Greg could no longer resist the primordial urge to cum when he was balls deep inside such a needy female.

With a loud groan, he threw himself one last time inside her walls. His sack slammed against her entrance. Then, spurred by the thrusting motion, the female clammed up, applying enormous heat and pressure to Greg's oversensitive member.

That was the finishing blow that broke his endurance apart. Greg fell upon her, curling his fingers around her flippers with animalistic rage. He drew his knees around her tail, and with a muffled and passionate groan, he let himself break loose.

His seed splashed through her tight walls like crackling lightning in a stormy sky. The first spurt was long and drawn out, making him feel as if he was about to explode.

Then, her muscles softened, allowing Greg to slide in all the way and deposit his precious load. His face contorted in all manners of ways. The pleasure was beyond anything he expected. Every spurt felt like a touch of heaven thanks to the female's muscles. After the first few spurts, she synchronized her timing with his, grabbing him in a vice embrace when his muscles relaxed and loosening when he spurted his load. The milking technique ensured the maximum amount of spurts. With great pleasure, Greg emptied himself of all the lust he harbored within her divine walls.

“So good," he moaned as he gave out his last reserves. “You're so good. So sweet. So warm…"

He almost felt on the verge of crying from how memorable his first mating was. Greg slowly slid back. He winced a little when his bare cock met the frigid water, but the bounty of smells lingering around her slit was totally worth it. He stood before her slit, licking his lips at the treat that awaited inside.

Greg spread her walls apart, then shoved his whole face inside. The female tensed a little. She was probably not used to this kind of stimulation, but Greg didn't find a more fitting way to end a copulation than to taste the combined juices that overflowed from a receptive female's passage.

He ate her out like a ravenous beast, swirling his tongue around, nibbling with his lips, slurping and suckling onto anything he found. The taste of his cum was diluted by the overwhelming amounts of female arousal and dolphin semen, both of which tasted sweet and salty, similar to the environment they lived in.

Greg took a moment to swallow the precious load, then resumed his frenzied licking. Deeper and deeper he went, rejoicing the wet embrace of her muscles, delighting in the copious amounts of seed he left inside her. He consumed his life giving essence, swallowed the arousing produce of her lust, and his cock grew hard once more from the overwhelming stimulation ramming against his senses. This was truly a feast. Greg always had a thing for cum. To taste both his own and a dolphins from a female's receptive lips was a one-time experience.

And he needed more. He wanted more, despite knowing fully well how dangerous it was to linger. By holding his breath, Greg managed to slurp most of his seed. He was working his tongue around her flesh to tickle and stimulate when the door suddenly clicked open.

His instincts pulled him back faster than he could think of it. Greg immediately delved into the shallow water. He rubbed his face in, then scrambled to pull his pants up. Drat. He didn't find them!

“Oh dear. Looks like you had a bit of an accident."

“Wha?" he turned around on his butt, fully exposing his blooming erection to Christina's smirking face.

“Your little monster is peeking again."

“Oh, that's…yeah. I needed to take a leak."

“What kind of leak?

“Huh?"

“Unless you're somehow going to tell me you got toothpaste or mayo spread around your crotch, I'm going to go with the rational choice."

Greg blushed fiercely. Or paled. He didn't know what exactly happened, only that his head swam with embarrassment."

“That's…that's not mine. I went to the male, and gave him a bit of attention."

“And he so happened to undress you?"

“Yeah," Greg quickly nodded his head. “He got a bit frisky, and…it happened. He showed me his, I showed him mine."

“Outside the pool?"

“At the end I went out to…" Greg frowned, suddenly realizing he babbled and looked like an idiot. “Alright, fine. I jerked off. Just please, please stop looking at me like that."

“It's fine."

“No it's not! I…I'm not a freaking dolphin to cum on about wherever I feel the urge. I should know better, but I obviously didn't and this thing with the female happened and…"

No. Not that. Did he really say that out loud?

Christina moved over to the female, spread her slit, then started giggling like a school girl.

“What?"

“You did her."

“I freaking didn't!" Greg raised his voice. “How can you even consider such…perversion? It's…gah, it's-“

Christina lubricated herself in the water, then plunged her hand wrist deep, returning with obvious amounts of evidence.

“Does this look like dolphin seed to you? Because it's funny," she licked around one finger, making Greg wince in the process. “It doesn't even taste like it."

“Please…"

“You couldn't keep it in, hot pants. Admit it."

“I didn't mate her. We're not even the same species!"

“You came inside her."

“I came ON her!" Greg blurted out.

Christina smiled even brighter. She reddened all over, on the verge of bursting into laughter.

“She was wet and worked up. I couldn't help myself."

“You really didn't. That's why you came inside her," she started laughing, patting her female with one hand while the other played inside of her slit.

Greg got up. “I can't believe you think I'm a… gah."

“I can't believe you either."

“You really believe I fucked her?

“I go by what this evidence tells me. That is anthro cum, sampled from a depths that cannot be reached by hand."

“Says the researcher who just took it out."

“What can I say? I have my talents."

“What you have is a guessing problem. I'm out of here."

“Greg."

He kept on walking.

She grabbed his hand so hard he was forced to turn around.

“What? What?!"

“It's fine," she pulled him into a hug, whispering in his ear. “I couldn't resist it either."

“Wha-“

“Go. Move that fluff butt. We got work to do."

“But you said-“

“Go!"

This time, he didn't disagree with her.

** ***End of Chapter 8*****

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