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This story contains bestiality, which the author neither condones or condemns. This is strictly fictional, and meant to be taken as such. If you're looking for a quality sequel, this isn't it. This story doesn't have any point, really, other than to serve as a basis for another dolphin sex scene, and the premise is even more unrealistic than the last one. But if you don't mind all that, enjoy!

Seaside Sex

Caracalsie

In the year that had passed since I swam with the dolphins at the aquarium, many things had happened. Foremost, that following Saturday-as scheduled-V and his pod were released back into the ocean. Being only a night shift security guard, I hadn't been able to ride the boat with the scientists, veterinarians and dolphin keepers. My Friday night shift was the last time I saw him, and at that time there were too many employees making last-minute preparations for the release to give him a proper intimate farewell, which left me feeling empty inside.

The following month I graduated college with my degree in zoology, and found a new job-one that gave me better pay, better hours, and reminded me less of V. The local wildlife refuge center, owned by a pair of rich elderly animal lovers, hired me as assistant to the head curator/keeper. I took long hours at the refuge center, because the time I spent working with the animals there was time I didn't have to spend wishing there was some way I could see V again.

My new job was great, and I was finally making money instead of spending it all on classes and textbooks. I bought a house in a fairly decent part of town, only 20 minutes from the beach. I adopted two wonderful dogs from the local shelter-one a loyal German Shepherd, the other a hulking, friendly Newfoundland. I also took up sea kayaking, being so close to the ocean. I guess together, all those things nearly distracted me from how much I missed V.

On one particular Saturday morning, I was hauling my kayak down the beach for a half-day trip along the cliff side. There were some hollowed caves I wanted to explore when the tide was high. I had even packed a lunch to eat in one of the lovely sandy coves that could only be accessed from the ocean. It was slightly overcast as I pushed out through the low surf, but the water temperature was tolerable, so the weather didn't bother me at all. In fact, the gloomy sky and poor surf meant there would be few people out at the beach. Who knew? I might even have the caves to myself.

The soft breeze blew favorably in my direction, so it took me little time to cut across the waves and travel the half-mile to the cliffs. By 8:00 am I was paddling along the huge, rugged rock face, enjoying the solitude, and looking at all the neat sea life that lived along the water line.

For the next few hours, I paddled in and out of the caves. High tide was 12, so I was watchful of the changing caves and I made sure my emergency air tank was firmly fastened to the inside of my kayak. It was amazing, all of the things I saw. In one niche, I caught a glimpse of an octopus as it scurried out of sight. And at the entrance to another cave, I even saw a small shark cruising swiftly through a glimmering school of fish!

Near 11:00, I decided to venture into a little archway to the right of one of the biggest caves. I figured it would probably lead back into the big cave, and that I could then paddle out over to the adjacent cove and eat lunch. But the small passageway didn't connect with the big cave.

Instead, it narrowed to the point where I was sure I would have to push my kayak out backwards. The ceiling closed in and the light darkened as I paddled forward. Just when I was about to turn around though, the crevice began to brighten. Soon, it opened up into the most delightful secret cove I had ever seen.

The sun rushed into the room though a wide skylight at the top, and I could hear the waves crashing just beyond the smooth sandstone wall at one end. The tide swelled and retreated from that end, so I assumed there was an underwater passageway in the rock that might be something a scuba diver could find, even though swimmer and kayakers like myself never would. At the far side of the circular cove was a wet, sandy beach-all of the grit from the limestone had piled up atop a flat jutting rock that stuck out about six feet from the wall and dipped underwater a foot from the rounded edge. The moment I saw it I decided it would be the perfect place to drag my kayak while I swam around the calm waters of the cove. In fact, I was a little disappointed I hadn't brought my snorkling stuff with me, because the cove was about 20 meters at its widest end and it was clear that underwater all around the rocky walls was brimming with sea life. Barnacles and coral were crusted to the rock face, and a silver school of fish was swirling past my paddle.

"Wow," I breathed to myself. Without wasting any time I paddled my kayak over to the sandy rock bank and jumped into the water. The rock cut downwards steeply from its flat face, but there was enough of a ledge underwater for me to find good footing. I climbed onto the wet beach, pulling my kayak up with me. Then I unpacked my food, my waterproof camera and my water, and settled in for a relaxing, scenic lunch.

I ate my sandwich in peace, without being disturbed by any other kayakers or divers. The clouds parted around noon and the sun shone into the cove, so I decided to make use of my privacy by doing a little sun bathing, swimsuit-less. Spread out on the warm rock, I almost went to sleep. Around 12:30 splashing roused me. To my surprise, when I looked into the water, the silver school of fish was darting willy-nilly. I couldn't figure out why till I noticed a dark gray shape flashing into the cove. A dolphin!

More of them poured in through what I could only assume was the underwater hole I had suspected earlier. They darted around the pool, making short work of the trapped fish. I watched the dolphins gorge themselves with little energy on the bounty the cove had to offer. Only when the fish were gone did they seem to care someone was in the cove. They nudged the kayak, and one lifted his head out of the water just enough to see me with his eye.

In an instant I recognized the dark chevron mark on the melon of the dolphin spying on me. "V!" I exclaimed. Was it even possible? And yet there was no way I could be mistaken. It was definately him. V let out a squeal of thrilled chatter in response. "Your pod, V!" I was so excited I didn't care that he couldn't speak English. "What are you doing here? Have you been using this trap for a few days?"

The male dolphin moved towards me and let me stroke his melon. As happy as I was to see him, V was a completely wild dolphin now, and I doubted he would let me initiate the kind of intimate encounter we had at the aquarium. I pet him lovingly anyways, glad of this one chance to see him again.

V responded to my touch by rolling onto his side and exposing the tip of his penis through the slit in his genital region. As I climbed off the rock to stand on the lower ledge, one of other dolphins in his pod pushed forward to receive a fair share of attention. It was the little slender female from the aquarium's rehabilitation pool.

Not wanting to annoy her by indulging only V, I rubbed her tongue till she shut her eyes blissfully and sunk down into the water. V pushed his way forward impatiently, but it wasn't his mouth he wanted doting on. As soon as the female was out of his way, he presented his belly to me. I sensuously caressed the length of his smooth, firm body, lavishing special attention on the area of his groin till four inches of his beautiful pink cock protruded from its pouch.

I laid a kiss on its tip before taking his tool into my mouth. V closed his eyes in rapture. I figured unless he'd done this with another human, a blowjob was an entirely new sensation. I suckled, bobbing my head up and down the organ as V gently tensed his flukes. I was not especially talented at giving head-not enough to take even half of him into my mouth, anyways-but I used my hands to massage the lower portion of his penis as it rapidly protruded to a greater length.

Sooner than I expected, V started bucking his body in the water. I held on the best I could, quickening my strokes to finish him off before I had to let go. I alternately rubbed my tongue lightly over the sensitive underside of his cock's prehensile tip, and sucked hard with my whole mouth and cheeks. V's cock flashed with sudden heat, and then grew rock-hard in my hands. He thrust himself deep into my mouth and blew his load.

I gagged immediately from the force and quantity with which he spewed his seed, sputtering around his penis as I tried to keep his organ in my mouth. V kept bucking his tail as he finished his orgasm, and eventually I had to let go. Wiping my face clean, I watched the rest of his sperm spurt from his flexing cock and cloud the water.

Before I could fully catch my breath, V flipped over onto his belly and peered happily at me from the water. He whistled, then plunged out of sight. Even though it was my ardent wish, I doubted I would be able to make love to him again as I did in my fantasies. V was a wild dolphin, in his natural habitat, with wild consorts. Looking around, I noticed that most of the pod had actually finished their meal and left the cove. I wondered if V would soon leave me again.

But suddenly, he rose to the surface accompanied by an adolescent male with a familiarly distinctive, dark, v-shaped mark on his melon. I looked between the two of them, and V pushed the young dolphin forward. "A son?" I wondered aloud. "You had a son out in the wild?" The small dolphin looked about five years old. I didn't know why he hadn't been taken in the aquarium--maybe only a small portion of V's pod had been sick--but he was here now. The young dolphin was lighter in color than his father, which gave the unusually dark marking on his head more contrast. I put my hand in the water, but the little guy hesitated until V pushed him forward. I was so happy that V would allow me to interact with his offspring.

V's son seemed to relax when I stroked his snout. I could tell he was only about 2/3rds his father's length and still had some growing to do, unless he was naturally lithe. The light-gray little male--still about as big as I was from head to foot--swam closer and raised his body from his pectoral fins up out of the water so the tip of his snout came up to my nose, which he bumped. I smiled and put my hands on his flippers. V drifted around us in the water, circling back and forth in the cove.

The young dolphin's flukes brushed against my toes as he hovered in the water in front of me. He was so close I could feel the water swirling around us from his even strokes. I could also feel something else tracing across my waist, poking at me... his erect penis.

V swam to my side and nudged at the back of my knees. I reached down to touch him, hoping I could then entice him into a position where we could have sex in this secret little cove. I knew I would probably never see him again after this lucky encounter, especially with the cold winter months setting in again. And even though once was lucky-blessed-I still wanted to feel him inside me one last time, to make a proper goodbye.

But V pushed my hand away from his belly, even though I could sense that he was indeed aroused. With a gentle grasp, he took my wrist in his mouth and brought it underwater towards my thigh, where I could feel against my fingertips his son's long erection. V nudged me in the knee again, then surfaced and rolled playfully on his back. "You'll let me? Your son?" It was obvious the juvenile dolphin wanted to--possibly it was his first time--but I wasn't sure what V communicated. He bumped me again, pushing me towards the eager young dolphin. Then he rolled away with his penis exposed just barely beneath the water's surface, as if he was teasing me with a reward. And how I wanted that reward. "Well fine," I said. "Him first, then you." I couldn't say that wasn't what I wanted. Just the idea was... arousing.

The young dolphin fumbled against my thighs, so I gently reached underwater and took his twisting tool into my hands. He quivered in my fingers, obviously inexperienced but extremely excited. I leaned my back against the rock wall so that I could keep my balance as I guided the first few inches of the young dolphin's penis into my vagina. He was much easier to handle than his father, for as an adolescent on the cusp of sexual maturity he had yet to reach his full length and girth. Still, his tool was thicker at the base than any human male.

After I helped him slide four inches into me, the little male broke free from my hands and began thrusting on his own, ardently trying to push the widening shaft of his penis up my delicately swollen pussy. I tensed my thighs and groaned, for what he lacked in finesse the young male more than made up for in single-minded enthusiasm. V's son thrust into me wildly, churning the seawater around us into a froth. With his frenzied strokes, the young dolphin fervently worked at driving himself ever deeper, panting through his blowhole as he quickly started wearing himself out. I flexed my legs and thrust with him, panting and moaning as I felt the young dolphin's smooth penis sliding in and out of my vagina.

I looked over at V and saw that he was aroused by the show. He was pushing his erect cock in and out of his bulging, pink genital slit. As I braced myself against the frantic bucking of his adolescent son with one arm, I reached over to V's groin with the other and grabbed onto his stiff tool with a delicate fist, sliding my hand up and down its marble length.

The young dolphin quickened his pace, his strokes becoming long and shallow. V's cock quivered within my grasp, the tip curling over as he arched his back towards me. I could feel myself nearing my own climax, heavenly tension building in my thighs and groin.

Suddenly, the young male thrust forward and buried his twitching cock into my pulsing pussy, driving me over the edge. I clutched V's writhing penis harder. The young male let loose his boiling batch of sperm for the first time into another living creature, squealing with pleasure as he came. V continued pumping his cock into my tight fist until he also reached his end point, sending a string of dolphin cum three feet into the air. His son's hot sperm clouded the water between my legs as the young dolphin unloaded himself in my vagina, and V's cock twisted in my hand so that his next powerful spurt splattered warm across my neck and chin. Gasping, I fell back against the rock behind me, supported only by the smooth body of V's son and his still firm, still pulsing cock.

A minute later, when I had caught my breath, I climbed out of the water for a second to bask in the sun. V clicked something to his progeny-what he communicated I didn't know-but the young dolphin whistled cheerfully and sped out of the cove. I smiled at the thought of the happy young male, now an adult in his pod. He was probably off to have his way with the females his age. But being his first made me glad.

When I was warm and sandy, I jumped back into the water to wash off. V darted mischievously between my legs, and I found myself being given a piggyback ride by a playful dolphin. Laughing, I grabbed onto his dorsal fin but fell off anyways. Now we were alone in the water together. I climbed up onto an underwater ledge, my head and shoulders just barely above the seawater.

"V," I said, rubbing his snout. "This is probably the last I'll see of you for a long time-maybe forever. I know these waters aren't warm enough to support your pod in the winter, but will you return to this spot next year?" V nudged my hand until my palm rested on his melon and I wondered what that answer meant. "I hope you come back next year," I told him. "But if you don't, I really want to say goodbye now. And since you don't understand my words, I'd like to say goodbye by giving you-and me-a memory. What do you say? A good memory?"

I rubbed my hand down V's back. He rolled in a lazy circle around me, then dipped his head underwater to gently nudge my groin with his snout. Leaning back against the wall, I grinned. "I figured you'd have the same idea, V. You dolphins think of nothing else. I love you for it."

V pushed up against me, ardent and eager. I slid my hands down his dolphin torso, admiring every little contour of his smooth body as I slowly stroked farther. Reaching his slit, I titillated the puffy lips and pressed my fingers into his body. His penis was semi-soft beneath my touch, so I gently wrapped my palms around its head and eased its first few inches out. Pushing my fingers back into his slit I took a hold of the thicker area lying just within his body. I caressed him, alternately stroking and kneading his firm even when flaccid shaft with gentle motions. V's cock started to enlarge in my hands, protruding and stiffening. With a thrust he slid through my grip and pushed up against my waiting pussy. I moaned when the tip of V's penis began to twitch and nudge against my clitoris, exploring my body for the second time. It was so good I nearly swooned in the cold water, but V quickly pushed his body against me and thrust at my groin. His penis slipped between my legs and I flushed the feeling of his throbbing shaft running beneath my vagina, imagining how it would soon feel within me.

The flexible tip of V's cock then slipped into the opening of my vagina, and he thrust forward, snaking upwards into my body what would easily fit. With only three inches of his conical shaft within my body, he thrust his flukes and pushed forward again. I slipped my hands onto his body just below his dorsal fin, helping him to enter me without loosing ground in this foreign position. V lodged another two inches of his 14-inch cock into me, gradually forcing my vagina wider with his firm, tapering shaft. I hissed with a combination of pain and pleasure as his cock dug deeper and stretched my lips taunt around its girth.

I let go of V's body and moved my hands down to his shaft again, wanting to feel it and pleasure him and he buried half of his solid length in me. There was enough room at his incredibly thick base for me to move my hands up and down even if my fingers could not wrap entirely around the turgid base of his cock that had completely extended from its slit.

V's penis jumped in my eager hands and he closed his eyes in pleasure. I braced myself against the rock with my back and his flukes beat harder, more urgently than before. His rigid, erratic thrusts lodged his hard shaft ever more tightly and the feel of his throbbing flesh pulsing up against my clit drove me over the edge. My body tensed in ecstasy, back arching against the rock wall. V thrust more furiously as my vagina contracted rhythmically around his penis. His gave me all the single-minded drive his son had, and more.

My body shuddered still from the plateau of my orgasm. V unexpectedly tensed his entire body, his whole penis swelling and stiffening within my hands. He suddenly thrust forward with such power that his body came flush against my own, sandwiching his lower shaft and my fists between my thighs. I cried out as he somehow lodged another two inches of his gigantic penis in my vagina and his writhing tip penetrated my cervix. It seemed that was enough to drive him over the edge. V reached his end point and erupted within me.

Once again, the force of the dolphin's ejaculation surprised me. A spray of scalding semen hit the inside of my womb, and then another, sending me straight into a second orgasm. V kept thrusting, shooting out another powerful jet stream of sperm on each rapid beat. My own hips rocked against him and my hands feverishly stroked up and down his shaft. The initial strength of his orgasm didn't abate for several seconds, but there was nowhere for the flood of semen to go but churn in my womb. For one prolonged, timeless moment I rode out the bliss of my orgasm with V's penis quivering and pounding in my body. Eventually, the power of his ejaculation subsided to small bursts, and then a trickle, and then a weak spurt now and then as his flukes jerked erratically.

I didn't come down to my senses till several minutes later, when I found myself leaning limply against the wall, V's warm torso resting on mine. He whistled to me as I caught my breath. I smiled, "Yeah, I know V. That was a good memory. I won't forget you for a long time. And you won't forget me."

He vocalized again as I stood up. "I know you can't stay with me, V," I told him. "But I hope I'll see you again someday, maybe in this very spot, maybe on another beach." V slipped backwards into the water. I was touched by the fact that he seemed as loath to leave me as I was to leave him, but we belonged in different worlds. "Goodbye V," I said as he finally disappeared through the underwater passageway. I could imagine him rejoining his pod on the other side. I climbed out onto the beach and collected my kayak, pushing off into the water. Fortunately the tide was right for me to negotiate my way out of the caves. When I paddled out into the open ocean, the sun was at late afternoon. I had spent the whole day on the water. But what a day. Seeing V and giving him a proper goodbye gave me closure, even though I hoped we could come across each other again one day. As I paddled towards shore, I looked out at the ocean over my shoulder and way one last farewell: V leapt out of the water as he reached his pod, and all the dolphins followed suit. It was a fleeting gesture, but a beautiful one; and an image I would have in my mind for as long as I cherished my affair with the dolphin.