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Story Description: Greg’s lust reaches an all time high. After witnessing his dolphin release his pent-up passion into his female, Greg

***Part 9 < Current chapter***

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

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Greg was chased throughout the pool, passed from one dolphin to the other, and humiliated by their elevated skill until they finally got bored with their plaything.

That’s when he retreated outside to get a breather. Handling two dolphins was tough work. Disciplined or not, they still retained their intelligence. Greg took the tipless condom and looked through it with a smile. The male was nuzzling the female’s slit, an obvious erection forming under his lower belly.

He wanted to mate, and by the looks of it so did the female, sliding alongside his belly, teasing his member with rubs and well aimed prods. Was nature about to take its course?

Not while Greg was around. He fit the slim condom around his wrist, then delved back, gripping the male just before he was about to hook the female into a mating tie. He throbbed rather hard, spurred by the instinct to breed. Greg directed him towards the surface. Three pumps of his hand were enough to earn the male’s cooperation.

“Alright boy,” Greg shook the water off his head. “I’m going to slip this around you,” he presented the condom to the dolphin’s curious nose. “And you are going to do what you’re doing now, alright? You’ll thrust, and you’ll cum, and I’ll be there to feel it all.”

It sounded quite perverted when spoken that way. Nevertheless, the condom fit wonderfully around the dolphin’s girth. The bigger the dolphin grew, the harder it tightened, until only his tip remained free.

And that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Dolphins had a thing for tight and damp places. With his cock embraced by both a hand and a rubber, the male started thrusting with all his might, eager to spill his a second load of his seed.

Greg desperately grabbed onto the female’s dorsal fin. He pushed her closer towards the male, bribing her with shoulder rubs and wet kisses while he manually aligned their slits. Once he got a measure of precision, Greg slammed both dolphins against each other. Their bellies met first. Then, his hand delved through the female’s opening, trading the coldness of water for the heated comfort of her flesh. Deeper and deeper he slid, until the slits of the two dolphins almost met in a kissing embrace.

Driven wild by the feel of his partner’s embrace, the male thrust with reckless abandon. Greg had no way to hold him in place or tame his unbridled lust. He could just squeeze his cock rhythmically in order to make this orgasm more memorable than a simple mating.

With the way the female tightened, that wasn’t a very difficult task. Her muscles kneaded at the invading lengths, sending ripples of stimulation inside her cavernous depths. Every time her walls shuddered like that, a strong spasm shortly followed, pulling everything deeper inside.

Greg was sure he slid as far as his hand could take him. Sure, he could venture deeper and spur the female’s pleasure into a frenzy hotter than the sun, but his main goal was to make sure the male got his seed deep enough.

For that, he had to work on his cock, knead him hard, strengthen his muscles to iron-like endurance to make his jets long and hard.

Greg put his plan into motion. He worked entirely on the male, milking his cock like there was no tomorrow between the female’s strong spasms. The male thrust, and pounded, throbbed, enjoying every moment he spent inside such delicate walls. Truly, it was a feast for the senses to breed a female, but with so much stimulation circulating along the restless length of his shaft, the dolphin had very little chances at lasting more than a few moments.

He pushed himself one last time, then, with a vice grip, Greg ensured his ejaculation. The dolphin burst long and hard, sending his fertile seed right into the receptive womb that awaited his essence.

Greg pushed a finger in the line of fire, then bit his lip when he was pushed back by the intensity of his stream. He was gushing like he meant it, flooding his female with as much essence as his spasming slit could muster. That’s where Greg attacked when he worried his intervention might get in the way of natural insemination. He pushed his hand into the male’s slit, then milked him with quick, erratic motions akin to a female’s orgasm.

It only took a dozen of quick pumping motions to liberate the male from the burden of his seed. Greg pulled him out quick, allowing the female’s hard muscles to secure the load inside the safety of her insides.

He went to the surface to catch his breath.

“Whoa…” he grabbed the playful male from under his flippers. “You liked it, didn’t you?” Greg chuckled as he was met with loving rubs and nuzzles. “Oh, you’re a feisty lad. So feisty and so lovely. I have another surprise waiting for you. One that’s going to melt your senses like hot fresh cum.”

He whistled at the mention of cum, and Greg smiled deviously. Few males were spared of the crave. Once they got a taste of their own juice, they would yearn for that soft creamy flavor throughout their entire lives.

Greg moved a hand towards his sheath. Still hard. Still lusting to spill his own load. He gently disentangled from the male to rest on dry land, standing onto his bottom with his legs spread wide and his eyes staring at his pink, glistening tip. Most of his length was neatly tucked where it was warm, wet, and nice, though his tip still refused to go in. Greg grabbed his sheath gently, then hissed when even that small contact made him contract with the delightful ripples of a throb.

He lunged to the side to grab the big black. It was an ugly shaped thing shaped like a bullet and resilient like car tires. It was pretty elastic though. Greg fit a finger inside, then two, before he looked back at his cock.

“Would it fit?” he wondered.

There was only one way to find out. The condom slowly descended towards his cock, shadowing his tip first, then surrounding his sheath. Greg didn’t have the patience to wait until his balls too were claimed by the big black. He thrust himself inside, forcing the whole length of his shaft out. Though soft, the surface was uncomfortably dry, making for a very unfulfilling penetration.

“Graah!” Greg pulled the condom away. “That’s bad. You’re bad.”

Was Christina’s judgment following the same rules though? No. She was too smart. Too calculated. Years of experience backed her up.

“But she isn’t a male,” Greg whispered. “She doesn’t know how it feels to thrust. To breed. To cum…”

He shook his head, grabbed the condom, then headed towards the pool with determined steps. “I’m gonna make you cum,” he pointed at the playful male. “You hear me? I will make you cum!”

But not before allowing him a bit of time to recover. Christina was quite inspiring, mentioning strong orgasms and the likes. Greg knew the benefits of abstinence too. Nothing felt quite as fulfilling as emptying the barrel after three days worth of holding back. He didn’t have that much time with the dolphin, but then again, he wasn’t a lousy anthro who needed half a day to recover.

For the third time, Greg found himself with a dolphin’s erection throbbing within the palm of his hand. He was swimming close to the surface, with his head above water level so he could guide the male with more than his touch. The two dolphins certainly felt relaxed when they could breathe with barely any effort. The female swam around, peeking now and again at Greg’s doing, while the male rubbed around, still enticed by the otter’s manliness. Maybe he had a thing for cocks. The numerous prods he launched down there suggested at such.

Greg wasn’t very mindful. His mind was still thinking on the proper method of insemination. Could he take the condom off after the penetration? Would the female’s muscles even allow him the space needed to pull that off? What if she was unbearably tight?

Whistles hauled his attention back to the present. With flowing rubs, Greg eased both of the dolphins onto their backs, so that their bellies stood completely exposed. Then, he focused on the male. Throb by throb he grew, revealing the full length of his member.

“Shhh…” Greg slipped the black condom around his length. “It’s going to be fine. It will feel a little drab at the start, but once you’re inside her…” Greg slowly slid the condom all the way to the slit, prompting a heavy thrust from the male. He secured his cock within a steadfast grip.

“Inside her? You want to cum inside her?”

He thrust again, then again.

“Good. Listen to my voice then,” Greg started working the condom up and down with a gentle motion. It wasn’t a very stimulating experience, though it kept the dolphin’s attention focused on breeding.

“You have swam a long way to meet your first female. And she’s right there! Right in front of you!”

The male wasn’t interested in tales. With his head laid back, he slapped the water with his flippers.

Greg worked his free hand around his chest. “Shh. Shhhh… relax. You found her. Your journey’s over. All you have to do now is reach towards her. Can you do that?” he wriggled the condom a little bit. “Can you do that for me?”

The dolphin thrust again.

Greg used his tail and feet to close in on the female. He rolled her on the side, then guided the sheathed male inside her. The penetration happened almost on its own accord. The female, loosening her muscles so that her vent opened to her prospective mate. The male, pushing through the water with a single swipe of his tail to insert himself inside her.

And Greg? He was the condom keeper, holding onto that thick rubber for dear life to make sure nothing went awry during this moment of intense delight.

“You’re inside her now, champ. She’s wet, and eager, and feisty to receive your cock. Oh, how she tenses around your shaft, embracing you harder than any being you’ve ever met before. Her walls are silk. Her juices dripping honey. And all you want is to taste her in a way only a male can. To plunge just a little bit deeper, throb a few times more, cling onto your faltering resistance for a couple more seconds before your seed crashes your feeble walls.”

Greg swallowed to moisten his throat. He was talking a lot of nonsense with dubious value. Was the male even listening? All he was keen on was thrusting. The poor guy was really packing some stamina. He jerked with all his strength, wondering why his delightful female suddenly turned so drab?

“Almost there, champ. Almost there,” Greg squeezed around the condom. “You’ve saved your passion for a long time. Breeding is your purpose, but not your goal. No. You want to cum harder than ever. To flood her fertile womb with more seed than she has ever tasted. And for that you have to last! You have to be strong. To endure!”

The dolphin’s strength wasn’t everlasting. Each thrust depleted his strength and sacked his spirit.

“A couple more, champ. Just a couple more thrusts. You’re close now. So close. You can feel the pressure welling up beneath the depths of your slit. The moment you’ve craved for all your life is upon you. The searing pressure is soaring through your cock. You throbbing harder than you ever throbbed. Your cock is tempered iron, your seed molten fire. What are you going to do now, champ?”

Greg slowly worked the condom off the dolphin’s cock.

“What are you going to do?” he asked on a softer voice, pressing a thumb onto his slit. “Are you going to cum? Is that what you want? To cum?”

The heat working around the exposed half of his shaft drove the male into a mating frenzy.

Greg knew the time was upon him. He wrenched the thick rubber free, thrusting his hand hard through the female’s opening and entering in the split second it took for her to adjust to the water’s discomfort.

“Cum. Cum long and hard. Cum inside her!” Greg grabbed onto the whole length of the dolphin’s cock. He was already pulsating with orgasmic rage. The heated slickness surely did a number on him.

“Ghh…so hard…you’re…you’re going to…”

He exploded a moment after, harder than even Greg anticipated. His spurts were so intense that they drove the female into an instant orgasm. Strong muscles embraced them both, stirring Greg’s lust and flaring the dolphin’s pleasure beyond any ordinary limits. His cock bloated hard before spasming with sudden jerks that sent the seed burying deep into the female’s womb. He was spasming so hard, the poor male. His whole body shivered with fatigue and lust, undoubtedly working overtime to make sure his female was properly impregnated.

Greg did his best to keep the male satisfied by rubbing his cock as thoroughly as he managed. His fingers were a flurry of movement, his palm a pounding menace. Through either rubs or squeezes, he made sure to prolong every spasm, allowing the male to empty himself down to the last drop.

“That’s it,” he panted after the most arousing climax he witnessed. “You’re a good boy. You did a good job…”

He certainly left the female dripping with gooey ropes of fertile goodness. Greg’s eyelids trembled just by thinking how delightful a male must have felt when he was suddenly exposed to all that squirming heat. It would make for an instant climax, no doubt.

A climax more worthy than any other.

Gred wrapped his arms around the female. He pressed her chest against his, then started thrusting against her slit. She was closed off to protect her recent load, but Greg’s lust burned brighter than some paltry limits. He thrust his fingers between her walls, tickling her long enough to make her folds part.

Her flesh opened invitingly, but it was not his fingers he pushed through. With a hard, lustful thrust, he pushed his cock all the way to his balls, making sure to push himself hard towards her head. The momentum caused his sheath to unroll on its own accord. Within a split second, his cock was laid bare, exposed to the heated delight he dreamed of seconds ago.

“Chh….Mrffff!” Greg’s squeezed his eyes shut. Rushes of intense delight rolled along his body. Within moments, he started shivering with orgasmic delight. His cock throbbed wildly within the female’s cum soaked sanctuary, prompting her to squeeze and embrace.

Greg gasped when flesh surrounded his bare erection. It was softer than he imagined. All the seed deposited by the male felt like dripping honey, all heated up and lovely for consumption. The female tensed again, then again, pressing herself harder and quicker. Greg knew she was anticipating his orgasm. He gripped her tighter, then, spurred by the need to mate like any land animal, he started slamming her balls against her slit, working his heat into a frenzy until his crotch tightened with the hardest spasm he ever witnessed.

Greg’s body seized up for a moment. Colored stars danced before his eyes. He felt weak, almost on the verge of passing out…

…until all the fire he held within him erupted like a volcano. His first spurt lasted for five pounding heartbeats. He felt empty and hollow.

But the next spurt came, drawing up on his remaining essence. His balls drew up in their tight little sack, his cock heaved, and with a long, drawn out spurt, Greg loosened up his second shot.

Others came, just as intense and powerful as the first few shots. By this time, the female matched her own pace with Greg, milking him with startling efficiency. With his legs wrapped around her and his hands holding tight onto her flukes, Greg felt like a real dolphin. He pumped his semen down to the last drop, rewarding his mate in the most intimate way possible.

“I’m not going to eat you out,” he kissed her soft, glistening neck. “You’re going to hold my seed inside you, so that even after I leave this facility, a part of me will always remain with you. That goes for both of you. My seed also mixes with your own, dear feisty male,” Greg guided the male closer with his nimble tail. “It might not mean much. Heck, you may even forget me, but I…I will always think about the two of you during the lonely nights or the frantic pace of a day. You’ll remain alive inside my mind…just as I remain alive inside your womb, female, and the offspring that are going to sprout from your seed, dear male.”

Greg spent a bit more time in the company of these two dolphins, yet nothing felt quite the same after the intense moments he spent inside the female. This was his last lesson. He was never going to see these two again.

So with a heavy heart and many unspoken words, Greg dressed up and left, taking comfort in the thought that there was at least one more dolphin he was going to keep by his side before this blissful dream was truly over.

** ***The end...for now*****

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