Calafin's Vacation Surprise
Warning!! The following Story contains hot, randy, homosexual boinking between a phin and Orca! If you are not at least 18(or of age in your homeland) then please do not continue! Remember, this is intended for entertainment, and I'm not going to force you to run thse virgin eyes of yours
Calinus, Calafin, and Finna are (c) Me, John Tursiops Calafin, though are available for stories and such if you ask nicely:) Naketa Orcan the herm orca is (c) My mate, hir player. Toumal the Sexy Orca is (c) Himself. YPBS and Cti-Tech are (c) The author, John Tursiops Calafin, so please ask for permission before use:)
Now that that's over; Pull up a nice, warm plushie or fur, and enjoy yourself;)
Calafins Surprise:
Calafin gave a low sigh as he turned on the water in the large, glass enclosed shower, glancing back to see that their pet dragon, Takumori, was happily asleep on their bed before stepping into the warm water, a low churr escaping him. Glancing down at himself, he allowed a smile to form on his naturally curved dolphin beak; his exercise regimen was working, he could see his 6-pack again, and his pecs were more defined now, not body builder, but back where he liked them, strong and lythe like a gymnasts. His form was that of a 6'6" male bottlenose dolphin morph, his atlantic ancestry showing in a slightly lighter than usual grey along most of his body, the water cascading down it, the gold hoops piercing his nipples shining in the light as he began rubbing himself over, closing his eyes as he cleaned himself off from the days dirt.
He'd had the shower specially built to handle 3 or 4 large beings at once, since his wife was an orca, the smoked glass the same as Naketa had in hir shower when he'd first and been seduced by hir, showerheads along the walls and ceiling sprinkling him in a mist like the afterthought of a waterfall, the temperature tuned to his dolphin body as he reached back and lifted his tail, stroking along the muscular rump he so loved wagging at hir, his globes tight and firm as was his tail, the soap cleaning and then soon washed away down his flukes to the floor, the soap stroking along his arms and chest as he smiled down at his groin, carefully cleaning his maleslit.
Churring, he let his mind wander, which in this case meant it fell where it usually did, to pleasuring others and himself. It was just a theory, but he believed Phins were hard-wired to think of that by default, unless something like food or danger was distracting them. And he hadn't been able to enjoy those pleasures for several days, a low trill coming from him at the thought. Working for YPBS meant he had no shortage of available partners, male or female, but there was a big difference between emptying his balls and being with someone he cared about. Naketa, his mate, had gone on a trip to Japan to open a new branch there, the first one in the country, and had been gone almost a week, a few more days left before shi could return. As shi'd left, shi'd smiled and told him that he could do anything he wanted, but he was not to touch himself without calling and getting hir express permission, and he was not about to disobey his mistress. Shi'd taken Finna, hir wife and his wife in law, with hir, and he knew very well what they were up to; when they'd been teleconferencing the night before to celebrate the signing of the paperwork, Shi'd added hir own, personal touch to the signing.
Shi'd reminded him of hir order, and then bent Finna over, stuffing every inch of hir thick orcan hermcock into the squealing fem and rutting hir through orgasm after orgasm, then given her a facial before letting the beach-babe girlphin use a strap-on on hirself, all to show the new partners in Japan hir and YPBS's skill. It was hir way of teasing him, and he knew shi'd always come back to his bed, but he wanted hir so *badly*, leaning back against the tile wall, he thought of hir, what he wanted to do to hir once shi got back home, heck to Finna too, if shi let him. Shi and Finna were both fertility priestess's, and he loved that part of hir, but *damn* shi could make him horny so very, very easily.
Glancing down, he trilled softly as he turned, washing the soap off himself, seeing what his thoughts had done; his belly had turned a shade of cotton pink, and something even more rosy was fully standing from his maleslit, his length very much borrowing from his feral ancestors, tip flexing in want of something to rub against or thrust into. He was over a foot long, though he didn't like to brag about it, only let it be seen and known by those he trusted enough to let see it. Feeling his hand start to slide down, he resisted the temptation, despites his length's throbbing, and the ache of his balls. No matter how badly he wanted to, he was *not* going to touch himself; it was as much a test of his will as his body, and he didn't intend to disappoint hir.
Leaning one hand against the wall, he tried to force the images of hir from his mind, of hir bent over and moaning for him, of hir thick maleness and how he and finna both loved to worship it, of how he wanted hir in every way, his hand stroking his chest, forced to rub there in circles so it wouldn't wander farther down, the mist cascading from him, as though trying to slick away his thoughts. Murring as his hand brushed his nipple, he tried not to think of that either, focusing on work, on the handling of other YPBS and CTI-Tech business, unaware of time, or of the shower door opening silently behind him, admitting another occupant, his closed eyes keeping him from noticing the entry.
His eyes suddenly snapped open as he felt the mist brushing at his back stop hitting him, but by then it was too late, an arm wrapping around his chest as he squealed in alarm, a second hand reaching around and grabbing his still semi-soft maleness, the length jumping at the contact and forcing a moan from him as he was pulled back, his body arching "What th...." His question was answered, however, before it began, as a huge beak pressed over his, a thick, muscular tongue pressing into his mouth as his body kept tense for several moments, caught in the fight or flight response, wondering who this intruder was, and if it was a burglar, why would they bother kissing him so well?
Gradually, he began to relax, his eyes opening to a warm, deep murr, his own answering as recognition sparked in his mind "Cal..Calinus?" The kiss broke gently as he turned around, his erection, and the hand on it, forgotton for just a moment as he stared at his friend "What are you doing here?" The orca in front of him, naked as he was, chuffed and grinned "Well, is that any way to greet an old friend and former slave, Master?" and then nuzzled him, chittering playfully and kissing his cheek again, a soft squeeze making him yip in pleasure as his maleness flexed inside the orcas grip.
Looking at him, he couldn't help but Churr; The orca standing naked in front of him was much taller than him, and much more broad-shouldered, muscular without being too much so, a form that would attract many a gaze on a beach. The stark black and white coloration shone in the moisture of the shower, the soft lights only making him appear more masculine and attractive. A quick glance confirmed the orcas mostly external package, a pair of heavy looking balls hanging from his groin below a melslit and very thick looking anthro maleness, the pink spear semi-firm as it stood from his slit, shining in the light, a tiny drop of pre shining at the tip. Glancing back up, a playful pair of eyes grinned at him "I don't get to see you two for almost 6 months, and you greet me with "what are you doing here?"
Forcing down his surprise, he chittered and smiled "well, I don't usually get greeted by my friends, or former slaves, naked in the shower. Did Toumal send you? It's good to see you again... Um, but how did you get in?" Leaning over and kissing his beaktip, the orca churred "Simple; Nak told me where your new spare housekey is, and asked me to come pay you a visit, to make sure you aren't lonely.. and judging by your state..." So saying he gave his member another squeeze, drawing a long groan from his blowhole "You are feeling *very* lonely... so how about I help you with that? Mistress's orders..."
Feeling his belly pinken, he looked at His friend, and then smiled, surprising the orca by pulling him into a deep kiss, holding him tightly as his maleness sprung fully hard, rubbing at the other cetaceans member as he crooned, stroking against him "mmm, it has been a long time, hon..." His partner reciprocated, that thick tongue stroking within his mouth as he murred, the muscular chest vibrating against him as a pair of hands gripped and squeezed his ass, fondling his muscular globes, that semi-firm, thick orca cock soon turning fully firm as the crown rubbed between their slick bellies.
Trilling, he felt their beaks break as a soft hand stroked under his chin "mm, I know how much you love Naketa Cal, but sometimes, I think, everyone needs a little male..." not resisting, he nuzzled down the firm pecs and abs of the orca in front of him. As a firm hand pushed down on his shoulder, his beak finally ended up facing the tip of that throbbing, fat rod, the same dribbling of pre standing on it's tip, and with a soft murr he slid his tongue out and lapped at it, closing his eyes and savouring the flavour, so similar to Naketa's and yet different at the same time, the hand on the back of his head urging him forward as he heard the orca's voice command him "Suck me, Cal..."
Murring "Happily, my friend..." he opened his beak and slid forward, slowly enclosing that wonderful, thick orcameat in his mouth, sliding down it inch by inch as his tongue stroked along it's underside, one hand sliding up to fondle the orcas heavy balls as he worked his way down towards his root, the soft churrss and whistles from above him telling him all he needed to know as his own member flexed in the water misting them both, ignored for the moment as he happily pleasured his friend and onetime lover, feeling and reacquainting himself with all the unique ridges, bumps, and veins which made that proud orcastaff distinctly his.
Sliding down, he felt the proud head of the maleness reach the back of his throat, and with a tiny bit of effort relaxed his throat, the muscles parting around a very tasty prey and letting it slide deeper in, a low grunt and groan coming from the male before him as he suckled him down to the root, his tongue almost coiling around that firm whale-sausage as he began bobbing his head. A few moments later, a second hand joined the first on the back of his head as he groaned, letting his partners muscular hips start to thrust into his mouth, loving the feeling of being used to pleasure him, of servicing him, gulping down the warm dribblings of pre as he let his face be rutted by the groaning orca standing before him.
Adjusting his legs to kneel on the smooth tile, he let the strong orcabull use his mouth, bobbing and sucking eagerly as one of his hands fondled those heavy balls, urging him on, his other hand gripping the orcas rump to help him keep rhythem. His sucking throat squeezed again and again on the tasty tool in his maw as he grunted and murred, his own erect staff dribbling a line of sticky phinpre onto the slick shower floor, his mind focused utterly on nothing but pleasuring his friend and fellow male, feeling his heartbeat through the walls of his cock as it began to bulge, a sign of his impending orgasm. Closing his eyes, he trilled, eager to taste his reward.
By all the gods above he loved this feeling, of being submissive and servicing an eager and dominant male, or, in the case of his wife, herm, his mate having long tapped into this part of him and using it to both their love and enjoyment. There was something wonderful to him about pleasuring and servicing a dominant male, or his wife, and sometimes he remembered back when he had been a loyal and eager bull-cow for other males in college. His wife understood this, and indulged him with hir maleness, but there was something truly unique about a pure male that made it, in it's own way, almost as satisfying as being with his lifemate, and the part of him which enjoyed a smooth, muscular chest and heavy set of balls hadn't been indulged in some time, urging him to not stop, to continue enjoying this, especially with Calinus, one of the most attractive and sexually talented Orca males he'd ever had the enjoyment of bedding. The fact he and Nak had given their fomer slave to their mutual friend, Toumal, for his birthday, was only icing on the cake, knowing he was being a servant to a sub.
His savouring soon reached it's first crescendo, as a strangled cry erupted from the male he was kneeling in front of, a heavy warmth impacting the back of his throat as the member in his beak ejected it's lust, letting him moan and drink down it's sweet cocktail and heady musk as his mind savoured his tongue's and mouth's delight. He sucked the panting orca down to the root, letting not a drop escape as his hands massaged and stroked those juicy, blubber clad balls, milking them as he groaned and shot pre onto his belly in sheer enjoyment, letting his partner take his time and enjoy the release he'd given him.
Letting the softening member slip from his beak, he nuzzled the handsome orca's inner thighs, churring softly as the hands which had been holding his mouth to his groin slid down to carress him, stroking his melon and beak as he coo'ed happily and murred "Mm, thank you hon..." The other male huffed warmly and gently gripped his shoulders, pulling him up to kiss him again, then slowly turned him around, a happy squeak escaping him as he felt his tail be lifted, that softening member rubbed between his rumpcheeks as he as he crooned, eager to feel it take him. Leaning over, he felt the bull's chest rub at his back, a soft whisper in his ear "You want this, don't you, Cal?" was answered by an eager nod, his chest rubbing at the tile as he reached back with his hands, spreading his buttocks to feel that slowly firming re-firming member stroke under his tail and within his crack, his muscular, blubber clad cheeks stroking it.
Unconsciously, he began rubbing back against the growing lovemeat, his lovers hands soon replacing his on his buttocks, his tongue licking the edge of his beak seductively as he felt it firm, growing harder, longer, and thicker with each stroke between his slick rumpcheeks. Pre dribbled from the tip of his member as his hands braced against the wall and he crooned wantingly, his tail raised and rubbing at the muscular chest of the orca behind him as he felt his staff reach full hardness again, the swollen tip stroking at his juncture as he groaned, pressing back "Please Calinus, do it... let me be your bull-cow, if just for now..."
The answer was a deep, masculine murr as his rump was gripped and the thick head of the horny male's staff was pressed to his entry, then slowly thrust in, a gasp escaping him as his tight, puckered entry resisted, then relaxed, allowing the intruder inside of him as he bucked against the wall and moaned through clenched teeth "Yesss, so thick..." His friend and lover was patient, slowly rolling his hips, working himself in inch by inch as he chittered and groaned in delphic, pushing back against each thrust, clenching with each instroke, as if to not let him pull back out again, not wanting him to. Gradually, he relaxed and stretched, becoming accustomed to the more anthro member, a sharp contrast to his Wife's more feral orcan cock, the sensations delicously different as he was steadily plowed deeper and deeper, loving being stretched by that fat meat.
The dribbling of pre from his delphic maleness soon turned into a steady leak onto the tile of the floor again, the extra-large water heater keeping the mist flowing as he felt himself taken, every ridge, vein, and detail of the cock he'd only a short while ago had in his beak now working themselves deep inside of him, his tight tunnel milking that turgid orcan shaft with each stroke as he groaned. Feeling a change in his lovers posture, he turned his head, then coo'ed in appreciation as the male lay his chest on his back, one hand going around his chest and gently squeezing his nipple piercing, holding him steady against the others back. The second hand, however, made him squeal, as his previously ignored member was grasped and squeezed, milking a dollop of pre from it as he shuddered and groaned "Gods.. Nak's been telling you things, hasn't shi?"
A whispered "shhh..." was the only reply as his partner pressed slowly deeper, finally hilting himself within his rear as he groaned, eyes closed in bliss at feeling those heavy, external balls brush against his groin. Pinching his nipple, his orcan lover softly whispered "Nak told me and Toumal a lot of things, and this is hir gift to you while shi's gone..." and licked the back of his neck, starting to slowly pull a couple of inches of that stout malerod out of him, then press it back in, his hips pressing flush as he stroked his member in time, each squeezing stroke of his cock timed with that thick hilt pressing to his tailring. Groaning, he submitted himself, letting himself be his friends male-bitch, loving every moment as his maleness flexed and throbbed within that strong orcan hand, coating it in pre as his tailslit squeezed that firm spear within himself.
Slowly at first, then with growing enthusiasm, he began to thrust back, his backside pressing against the bulls groin, squeaking with each thrust as his member was molested by that talented hand, his body being pressed back against the dominant male as the soft thrusts slowly became a firm, eager rutting, the slaps of their bodies stroking against each other echoing off the tile. With each thrust, his partner softly grunted next to his earhole, a soft, happy squeak following as he felt himself take that thick orcan rod again and again, loving how it felt to have himself stretched, to serve a naturally dominant species, his body shuddering with each stroke as those water soaked balls slapped at his slick backside again and again. Arching his back, he groaned softly, losing himself in the pleasure of giving of himself to his friend, and on his mistress's orders, at that.
Far too soon, he felt his orca partner begin to swell again, the underside of that anthro cock swelling, the head beginning to throb and thicken in promise, like the flare of a stallion near his climax. Leaning his head back over his shoulder, he nuzzled the male and groaned "I can feel you getting close, please, seed me..." and began thrusting back even more eagerly against that throbbing rod, his tail squeezing it with every stroke as the orca's hand danced on his staff, his own edge nearing in time with the bulls as his body was held back against the chest of the thrusting stud, groans and croons echoing from them both as they neared together, his body tingling in his pleasure and need.
A choked gasp escaped him as he felt the explosion, Calinus's groan an eyeblink later confirming the climax of his orcan partner, his own eyes closing tight as he felt his member explode in the orca's hand, painting it and the wall with his essence as he climaxed with the horny male. Each jet of the strong bull's climax made his own staff fire a long streamer onto the wall and floor, like the hot orcacum was actually shooting through him and coating his own hand, himself just a tool of pleasure. His beak hanging open, he blew his air, the seemingly endless climax of them both lasting for both an enormous amount of time, and far too short a time, their bodies and voices and minds mingling in ecstasy. Gradually, with a soft *pop!* and a squeal from him, the softening orca-member slid free, a dribbling of seed following it as he coo'ed contentedly.
Groaning, he slowly let himself relax against the wall, feeling the orca's weight also relax atop him, churring as he panted for breath, his hand stroking the larger bulls as he mmm'ed, nuzzling him "thank you Calinus, I'd forgotton... and I'm glad Nak chose you..." The response was a long, slow kiss, their bodies holding each other, neither having noticed when the automated timer had stopped the water from flowing, merely drinking in each other and the shared experience, bodies carresing and gently holding each other as he coo'ed, hands wandering, now not frenzied, simply reacquainting themselves, remembering, as their smiled into each others eyes, a friendship only a cetacean could truly understand shining in them.
Glancing down, he gave a surprised squeak, finding the orca's member again erect, throbbing against his belly "Hard again? Dang, you are a machine..." A soft laugh was his answer "Thank you, but I had help.. Nak gave me some kind of herb to take beforehand, promised me I wouldn't get tired until you did" Nodding softly, he grinned and nuzzled the orca "well then... Where do we start.. again?" A low murr was the answer as he was led by the hand into their bedroom, and he gave a surprised squeak as he saw Toumal sitting in the chair next to their bed, his hand stroking his own fat orcameat. As he watched, Takumori glanced up with a smile and tilted his head to the orca, then padded out, shutting the door with his tail. "What is this, a conspiracy?" "Yup... to make sure you don't get blueballs while shi's away..." Nodding slowly, he trilled at Toumal "you were listening the whole time?"
The stout orca in the chair trilled "Listening? heck, I was watching through the glass... do you think I'd let my slave have all the fun? Especially when it's you, Cal? I'm not about to miss out on that hot tail of yours, or the beak Calinus has told me so much about... and Besides, Nak told me to." Standing and revealing his fully external equipment, the length throbbing and standing proud below a very full looking set of balls, he trilled at the larger orca "now, slave, to business.."
Chirruping "Naughty herm...", and then smiling, he laid on the bed on his back, spreading his legs willingly, some of the previous ruttings seed leaking a bit from his tail as the eager bull laid atop him, aiming his staff at it's target as he nuzzled him, then gave a low croon "I promise Cal, we'll make up for lost time..." A soft gasp was his answer as he hooked his legs over the bull's shoulders, squeaking happily as he sank that staff, now a bit more easily, into his tight rump, his maleness already dribbling afterpre. Groaning as they again began to dance, he knew that his friends were going to ensure they all enjoyed this every bit they could, looking forward to servicing them any way he wished, and simply having a warm bed for a few days, even if it wasn't his herm orca. Feeling a second maleness rub at his beak, he gladly opened it, suckling on the firm cockflesh and savouring the individual tase of the pre and musk on it as his hand stroked the fat balls beneath it, drawing a groan from it's owner. His maleness firming with the promise of a second round, he closed his eyes and groaned, mentally thanking the gods for giving him such a good wife, and such good friends.
((Two nights Later))
Opening the door, Naketa glanced in, Hir orca frame enshrouded in the purple silk Kemono shi'd acquired while in Japan, hir hands still holding Bags of various items shi'd picked up, glancing into the softly lit living room with a low churr "Cala-love? you in here?" before entering. Glancing around hir at the furniture, the kemono doing nothing to hide hir obvious bosom, Shi looked almost like a Visiting member of Japanese royalty as shi chirruped "Takumori?"
Padding in, the black and red quad dragon smiled at hir, the voicebox that they'd installed Stilting, then speaking "Welcome home... Mistress Naketa... Sir Calafin, Sir Calinus, and Sir Toumal are sleeping upstairs..." Smiling and bending to give him a kiss, shi nodded and churred "Taku, what does the house smell like?" Tilting his head, the dragon studied hir, as if pondering the question, then answered "It smells... like when you mate Sir Calafin, Mistress."
Laughing, shi churred "Very good Taku... Finna will be in shortly, she's unloading our luggage, please go help her. " Waiting for the dragons nod, Shi then slowly stepped upstairs, padding with great stealth for an 8 foot tall cetacean, then opened the door, glancing inside. Lying on the bed, Hir husband was on his belly, tail lifted, Their mutual friend and Toumal's sex servant, Calinus, still lying atop him, softened cock still buried in the phins tight tail. At Calafins head, his semi-soft cock still being suckled on in the phins sleep, was Toumal, the orca also snoozing, both hands resting atop hir mates head. Their bed was a mess of sheets coated in various bodily fluids, sexual toys, lube, and various kinky restraints like handcuffs and rope, the open 'treasure chest' next to their bed attesting to the previous nights and days activities. Glancing to hir side, shi noted with a grin that their Digital Camara was lying stop the dresser facing the bed, the blinking red light atop it indicating a full memory card, the digital camcorder next to it also blinking at the hard drive in it filled to the brim with a record of the previous two days fun. Turning back to eye the bed, a smile etched on hir beak, shi coo'ed "Mmmm, I'm glad you enjoyed my gift, sweet husband.. now rest till morning, you earned it."
**end**
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