Dolphin Sex
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Eight years ago I had an experience that I doubt few people have
ever had, and for a long time (actually up to about a year ago) I had
never spoken of it to anyone else, thinking that they would consider me
perverted. During that time I have lived with the realty that I will
most likely never have another opportunity like I had at that time, and
believe me it has been very hard.
I have since had sex with other animals, including dogs, ponies and
most recently horses, but they will never rival my experience with the
Dolphins. Here is what TRULY happened. I can offer no proof other then
my own word. And for my own protection I will not divulge locations,
names, etc.
Eight years ago I lived in a city that had an aquarium that kept
performing Dolphins. By pure chance the aquarium was an assignment I had
when I was a security guard for a national security company. Since I was
new, and had little seniority with the company I would always get the
cruddy shift that no one else wanted...and the aquarium was one of those
shifts since it was always a midnight to eight shift.
It really was a pretty cushy place to work since I didn't have to
punch clock. (Ever carry one of those security clocks around. They must
weigh fifteen pounds!) I just had to kind of wander around and keep an
eye on things.
It would get pretty boring at night, and after a while I took to
playing with the Dolphins. I would come in during the weekends to watch
the shows and eventually I picked up some of the hand signals that the
trainers used. With a bit of practise I could get the Dolphins to
perform just about any behavior that the trainers had them perform.
Dolphins really are quite intelligent. After a while I found myself
talking to them and I swear that if they had vocal cords they would have
talked back to me! Their body movements and gestures where extremely
animated and very communicative.
After several months I got to the point where the nights I spent
with the Dolphins became my own private world. They all knew me and came
to know my schedule and habits intimately. It was at the point that I
decide it was time for a swim.
Now, you have to appreciate the circumstances. I was alone all
night with these creatures, I was somewhat of a loner, and had no
personal life to speak of, and I had developed a deep bound with at
least two of the Dolphins. It was easy to keep the shift since no one
else liked the hours.
Finally, one night I brought my swim suit. Around 2:00 a.m. I
changed, and after being sure that the place was locked up tight, I
eased myself into the pool. At first they simply vied for my attention
as they always did, but after a bit, things got pretty rough. I wasn't
sure why some of them were getting so excited, when I noticed that one
of the males had a hard on!
Now that really fascinated me. They never acted like this around me
before, and I was not sure what to do. Except I did get out of the pool
until they calmed down a bit. While sitting on the edge of the pool, one
of the Dolphins swam in front of me on his side. I stroked his belly
with my hand and instantly his dick was thrusting in the air. Boy did I
find an erogenous zone!
Before I go on, I should give you a little more background. First,
to my surprise, Dolphins do not feel slimy. Their skin feels more like a
wet inner tube, and is very soft and sensitive to the touch. They are
fiercely independent creatures and if they don't want to do something,
then no amount of prodding will make them change their minds. If you
ever go to an aquarium, watch them long enough and you will notice that
they spend almost 80% of their time thinking and doing sex. You think
humans are obsessed sexually? Believe me the Dolphins have it all over
us. Although being in a tank 24 hours a day probably has a lot to do
with that kind of behavior.
The night that I first went for a swim was an experience to say the
least. The frenzy that I started kind of unnerved me to the point were I
got out, got dressed, and avoided the pool for the rest of the night.
Needless to say, the next day I didn't get much sleep. I could not stop
thinking about the wild possibility of actually having sex with them.
One part of me kept saying what a crazy idea that was, while
another part of me created the most wonderful fantasies. My emotions
were on a rollercoaster. I don't think anyone will ever appreciate the
way that I felt. The bond that I had formed with a couple of the
Dolphins was powerful. It was almost as if they had seduced me by pure
empathy.
In any case, I decided that the next night I would take the plunge.
I could hardly wait for my shift to begin. It seemed like everyone
lingered around forever. And then waiting until it was late enough to
safely go into the pool was almost unbearable.
Finally things quieted down and I got undressed...this time no swim
suit. I sat on the edge of the pool, and like the night before the
Dolphins gathered around to play a bit. This time I was careful not to
get them too excited right away, waiting for most of them to swim off on
their own so that just the two that I was closest to were with me.
I should explain how the pool was laid out. As a part of the show
the trainers would have a couple of the Dolphins beach themselves in a
very shallow part of the water. This part was just deep enough for the
Dolphins to swim in...about a foot deep. It was my strategy to get the
two Dolphins into the shallower water.
After the Dolphins left, I lowered myself into the water and very
carefully started to stroke them. I eased my way toward the shallow
water, and as I had hoped, they followed. Once I was able to sit on the
bottom of the pool I coaxed them along side of me, and I carefully
started to rub their bellies. I started with him first. Just as the
night before I got an immediate response from him. He rolled on his side
and as I had hoped he had a huge hard on. Now my heart was pounding so
hard I was sure it could be heard from 30 feet away.
I carefully eased my hands down his belly toward his cock. I was
very careful. A full grown Dolphin can weigh in from 350 to 600 pounds.
And while they can be quite gentle, I was not sure how he would react
when I started to rub his dick. Despite my confidence in his gentleness,
I was relieved when he simply went limp when I started to stroke his
cock. in fact he went so limp that at first I thought he may have died!
But after a moment he opened his mouth about as wide as he could, his
tongue doing a sort of aerobic dance.
I slipped my hand up and down his shaft, carefully squeezing it
every so often. It felt much like the surface of his skin, that is very
firm but still soft. It was sort of knife shaped, that is wider then
thick, and you could feel it move in your hands. It was about eleven
inches long, about two inches wide and one and one half inch thick. The
tip thinned to nearly a point and crooked down a little. Overall it was
shaped nearly like his own body...very sleek and streamlined. When not
in use the cock is retracted completely into the Dolphin's body through
a long slit just below his belly.
The slit in the male and female Dolphin are almost identical,
making sex determination tricky. The best way to tell apart the sexes is
by looking at the forehead. The male Dolphin's forehead, or melon, is
actually a little bigger then the female's. Of course if the male has a
hard on then it is pretty easy to tell males from females! When the cock
is erected the slit parts in such a way that it is oval shaped.
It is said that the Dolphins cock can be used like a finger and has
a great deal of dexterity. That may be true, but on this occasion he did
not demonstrate that ability to me. Perhaps he was to wrapped up in the
experience. I found that the Dolphin seemed to like having the base of
his cock rubbed the best.
I slipped my hand up and down his shaft carefully squeezing it ever
so often. This went on for about five minutes and then he started to
shudder...as if he was very cold. His mouth remained open wide and every
so often I would rub his tongue. (All dolphins love this...I have no
idea why.) His eyes remained tightly closed. All the while he was
totally silent.
Assuming that he was about to climax I started to rub his dick a
little harder and faster. His tail started to sweep back and forth
really hard when suddenly he raised his tail high out of the water and
with the first sound that he had made all evening he shot his load.
There was not as much as I thought there would be...perhaps about two
tablespoons. It was quickly washed away in the water but it appeared to
be kind of clear and about the same consistency as human cum. What
really surprised me most was the pressure of his ejaculation. It come
out incredibly hard and fast, his penis contracting suddenly with the
ejaculation.
He then relaxed and went totally limp. I kept on stroking his penis
but after a few minutes he withdrew it back inside of him. It was only
at this point that I noticed that I had a real boner myself. Hard as
steel and throbbing. Don't think I've had one like that before or since.
I must say that after eight years, the mere act of writing down
what happened has rekindled some powerful emotions. While my encounters
with other creatures have been strictly on a sexual level, my encounter
with the Dolphins was a much deeper emotional experience. It has been
said the Dolphins are highly intelligent creatures. That they are. More
then anyone really knows.
After resting for a few moments the Dolphin left for the deeper water. I
started looking for the female, hoping that she would allow me to
satisfy my throbbing dick. Apparently she had got bored with the whole
affair and was off playing with the others.
I slapped the top of the water to try and entice her back, and
after a bit of coaxing I finally got her to come over. My legs were
dangling over the edge of the shallow part into the deeper water. When
she got close enough she unexpectedly grabbed my foot with her mouth and
pulled hard.
I don't think she meant to hurt me, but over eighty short conical
teeth can leave quite a bite mark and my foot ached for a few days
after. When I re-surfaced, I found myself about six feet from the edge
of the pool and started to swim for it. She had other plans though. She
quickly swam between me and waters edge and started to push me toward
the middle of the pool. Her actions alarmed me somewhat and I was
getting just a little bit scared.
It was at this point that I began to respect the strength of these
creatures ... something that I had badly underestimated. If she wanted
me to stay in deep water, there was damn little I could do about it. I
decided to cooperate and I swam a little ways out and started to tread
water. In the meantime she started to circle around me, each time her
circle getting a little smaller until her beak was almost touching her
tail...with me in the middle.
I tried to stay calm, not knowing what to expect next, when she
started to scan me with the most intense sound. As you are probably
aware, Dolphins use sonar to 'see' with. Their eyesight, while not poor,
is not their primary sense. Using sounds that range in frequency from as
low as 300 Hz to as high as 150 kHz and higher, it is believed that
Dolphins are actually able to 'see' what an individual is feeling. For
example, if you are in a state of anxiety (as I was!) then your churning
stomach would easily give away your state to a Dolphin's probing sonar.
Their sonar has been compared to the sound scans used by doctors on
pregnant women, except that the resolution is a thousand times better.
Being scanned by a Dolphin is in itself a unique experience. The
sound penetrates and resonates your body in the most peculiar way. While
the Dolphin is scanning, you can actually hear the lower frequency sound
waves increase and decrease in frequency.
When she started to scan me I noticed that the other Dolphins where
swimming around the two of us, and if any of them got too close, she
would chase them away. This went on for about twenty minutes. She would
scan and probe my entire body. She seemed to especially enjoy nibbling
at my ankles.
About this time I was starting to get pretty tired, and thought I
better try to ease my way toward the shallow water. She made no effort
to stop me, but she did continue to swim around and around until I
finally felt the ledge of the shallow part of the pool.
I pulled myself into the shallow water and rested a bit. The
Dolphin in the meantime had wriggled her way into the shallow water and
laid very still on her stomach. I began to pet her and rub my hands up
and down her sides. She just laid there and did nothing. I decided that
now was the time, and I grabbed her pectoral fin and rolled her on her
side. She cooperated completely.
From my earlier observations I had never noticed the folds of the
female dolphins slit to be all that distinctive. But when I rolled her
on her side her slit was definitely enlarged and had turned a deep pink
color. I could only assume that she was waiting for me to mate with her.
Now I was really in uncharted waters.
Whenever I watched the Dolphins have sex the actual act of
penetration was always very brief, lasting no more then ten seconds. The
pair would be very excited, the water boiling around the mating couple.
For the Dolphins to mate it is necessary for the female to roll over on
her back and expose herself to the male. The male would then jump over
the female and attempt to hit the mark with his erected cock. Foreplay
would consist of very fast swimming, both animals crashing into each
other, and a lot of biting.
And yet, what was happening now was exactly the opposite. Here she
was, totally relaxed, quite, and obviously very cooperative. I decided
not to waste the invitation and started to initiate some foreplay.
I slid my hand along the edge of her slit and kind of eased my
fingers into her vagina. The folds of the slit where very soft and
squishy. The muscles of her vagina tightened on my fingers and would not
let me probe any deeper than the palm of my hand. Not knowing too much
about female Dolphin anatomy, I thought that maybe the male's penis kind
of laid along the length of the slit. I rubbed her for a while and she
continued to simply lay quietly, occasionally taking a breath.
While I was treading water my hard on had kind of withered away.
Nervousness over the position I was in probably had a lot to do with
that. But after some time with her in the shallow water, my penis
started to firm up again.
I eased myself along side of her belly and slowly started to guide
my dick into her. She felt my body draw close to hers and for the first
time since we started foreplay, she moved around a bit. Rolling a little
farther on her side and arching her back. She obviously wanted me to
enter her.
Taking a deep breath, I slipped inside of her. To my surprise, my
cock went all the way in! She relaxed her vagina and allowed me to move
into a more comfortable position. My next concern was the fear that she
would roll over on top of me. But fortunately she didn't. Instead she
simply wriggled herself around so that we were both comfortable.
Within a few seconds my dick had become rock hard again, and she
repeatedly tightened and relaxed her vagina. In twenty seconds I was
ready to climax. I held back as long as I could, but the kneading action
of her vaginal muscles was just too much. I came hard, and was so
wrapped up in my own climax that I did not even notice if she was
reaching orgasm, although I would like to believe that she did.
When I was finished I held on to her tightly, wrapping my legs
around her tail. My cock was starting to fail me and despite my best
efforts I could not sustain the erection. She just remained still,
occasionally sweeping her tail back and forth. The kneading action of
her vagina continued but a slower pace. I kept splashing water on her
side to be sure that her skin did not dry out.
I don't remember how long we embraced, but it must of been for at
least twenty minutes or so. Looking back, I am not sure what I enjoyed
more, the actual sex act or the time I spent holding her.
It was getting close to 4:00 am and since the trainers would
sometimes come in as early as 4:30 I decided I'd better get changed. It
was hard to leave.
Over the next few days I felt about as good as I ever had in my
life. My emotional state was exuberant. I was already making plans for
more encounters with the Dolphins when I started back to work the next
week. But it was not to be. The next week the aquarium staff started to
come in at night to do maintenance and I was never alone long enough to
go swimming again.
And then a few weeks later I was reassigned to another building.
From the highest high in my life I went into a pretty deep depression. I
still don't think I am over it...even after eight years.
Since that time I have spent a lot of time researching and studying
about Dolphins. it has been an enlightening time. Now whenever I see a
captive Dolphin, my heart breaks. While in the wild their life span is
thirty to forty years, in captivity it is typically only five. Where in
the wild their dorsal fin stands erect, in captivity it begins to flop
over on its side. Where in the wild they can attain speeds in excess of
thirty miles per hour, in captivity they are restricted to swimming
around and around in circles.
Being three dimensional creatures, accustomed to boundless freedom,
it must be a horrific experience for them to live in a tank that is
typically no more then fifty feet across. I can no longer bear to even
go to an aquarium anymore. I now see them differently then most people.
If you observe them long enough you may understand what I mean.
Hopefully in the future things will change so that the only
Dolphins you see, are those that swim free in the ocean.
So there you have it. Perhaps my memory of the incident is clouded
by too much emotion, but as far as I am concerned it is what really
happened, and no one will ever take away the memory.
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