A Swim With The

Dolphins

By Opal Strykes
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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of
fiction are 18 years of age or older.
“Remember not to swim too far away from the boat,” the tour guide said as Sheila
entered the water. She rolled her eyes, but gave him a thumbs up as she made her
way towards darker waters.

This wasn’t her first time out in the ocean, and she was comfortable doing as she
pleased, investigating sounds and shadows that implied no threat. Before her trips,
she would always refresh herself on various warning signs that something
dangerous was nearby, as well as the safest times to be swimming to avoid both
bad weather and violent animals.

Sheila had already gotten on the guide’s bad side by wearing a fairly skimpy
pathing suit, as though she were going to a private pool party rather than the actual
ocean, but she’d read accounts of oceanic swimmers who swore by going in their
birthday suits instead of wearing the typical wetsuits.

The thin aqua fabric clung to her petite figure, the bulk of it devoted to preventing
her nipples from sliding into view. Her breasts were nearly the size of her own
head, plump and firm, ready for the burden of milk that childbearing would bring
upon them. Her hips and ass were similarly impressive, but her bottom piece was a
G-string that only consisted of a thin line and a triangle to cover the small patch of
pubes preceding her cunt.

She paused in the water, keeping herself afloat with gentle movements, and let the
cool, salty wind gently blow her hair. A faint clicking noise caught her attention,
one she recognized as belonging to a dolphin, and with a smile she made her way
towards the source.

“Hey, Sheila, you’re starting to get a little farther out than you should.” The
guide’s voice was strained with unease, which grated on Sheila’s nerves.

“Don’t worry, I’ll head back if the water gets unpredictable,” she said, still making
her way towards what she hoped was a friendly dolphin. She’d never had the
opportunity to touch an aquatic animal bigger than a fist-sized crab, and just
getting a close-up glimpse of a dolphin would be magical.

Then again, she did worry slightly that the dolphins would be aggressive. She’d
heard tales of people being playfully molested by dolphins, as some species were
known to have a voracious sexual appetite and a curiously flexible penis that was
used like a hand in some cases. 

The sound came from behind a clump of rocks. The guide would likely throw a fit
if she disappeared behind it, but she couldn’t resist the opportunity. She glanced
back, saw that he was distracted by another swimmer requesting help, and made a
dash for it.

She was rewarded with the sight of not one, not two, but four dolphins clustered
together, having taken interest in a plastic bag clinging to the rock. Sheila sighed
and shook her head; people were so inconsiderate. The ocean deserved better
treatment than that.

Swimming closer to take the bag away and prevent an animal from choking on it,
she noticed that all of the dolphins were fixed on her, suddenly silent. They
weren’t swimming away, and even parted so that she could access the debris. Did
this sort of thing happen often? Were they waiting for someone to come and get rid
of the garbage polluting their home?

“I’ll take care of this,” she cooed, reaching for the bag, when without warning one
dolphin headbutted her away from the rock.

All four surrounded her, suddenly bumping her with their beaks and flippers. It
didn’t hurt, but after a few seconds of the bizarre assault she realized that they
were trying to tear her bikini off. One dolphin got its teeth around the strap of her
bra, ripping it off in one fluid motion, unveiling her enormous jugs.

She gasped, moving her hands instinctively to cover her pink, dime-sized nipples,
which were hardening both against the cold breeze and the sheer embarrassment of
being stripped by a playful animal. “Hey! That was an expensive top,” she whined,
half-giggling, not quite aware of the severity of her situation.

Her attention was soon redirected to her nether regions, though, where something
was prying her bikini bottom off of her torso. Sheila’s eyes widened upon seeing
the pink tumescence that’d emerged from all four dolphins’ genital slits. They were
working in tandem to pull the thin G-string down her legs, and they were using
their pricks to do it. Once it was off of her legs, one dolphin flicked it away with a
flourish, letting her only clothes drift all the way to the bottom of the sea.

“Wait, don’t… don’t do anything weird,” Sheila whimpered as the four horny male
dolphins all pressed up against her bare, nubile body. It was wholly useless to
reprimand them verbally, but that was all she could do.

Since their bullying prevented her from swimming, they were the only things
keeping her afloat, but she could feel their pricks extended from their slippery gray
bodies, palpating her tender flesh for an opening to violate.

“Sheila? Sheila, where are you?” the tour guide called. She strained her neck
searching for his outline, but her vision was blocked on all sides by the excited
dolphins. One facing her chest clapped its flippers together, close enough to her
breasts to slap them in the process. She gasped, disgusted, and felt tears welling in
her eyes at the prospect of letting them have their way with her, whatever that
happened to be.

Another dolphin straddled her lower back with its cool flippers and pressed its
third ‘hand’ into the cleft of her buttocks, prompting her to scream wordlessly
before devising an answer. “Help me, Chris! I’m over here!”

“I can hear you, but I can’t see you,” Chris yelled back, and it occurred to Sheila
that it wasn’t the water that was moving so quickly, but the dolphins; they were
urging her naked body towards a small, cave-like aperture in the side of the ocean
cliff. Had they done this before?

She opened her mouth to respond, but a dolphin’s head surged forward, placing its
beak between her wet, pink lips and blocking the sounds. The creatures all
chattered in unison, amused by their captor’s fear. Sheila kicked her legs as hard as
she could, hoping to reverse their course, but the dolphins caught on fast and
flicked their tails at her legs. Not only were her movements rendered useless, but
these blows edged on becoming painful, a warning that they could seriously
damage her if they wanted to.

How did a simple ocean dive turn into being accosted by four violent hooligans?
Sheila had known that dolphins were smart, and that they were capable of doing
some surprisingly strange things, but she’d never heard of a diver being kidnapped
and molested by them.
The horrid, foot-long organ pressed between her tender asscheeks found its way to
her anus, pushing the thin tip into the tight hole and forcing its remaining, greater
diameter in thanks to its cone-like shape. Sheila shrieked, both horrified that she
was inadvertently committing an act of bestiality and that she’d been so casually
anally violated.

The other three dolphins seemed to be having a more difficult time finding
anything to insert their enormous pricks into, so they contented themselves with
humping the terrified human woman, taking pleasure in her trembling body and
sorrowful voice still muffled by the beak of one of the dolphins.

Their cocks were so huge that two of the tips reached up to her breasts, tickling her
nipples with their prehensile abilities. The dolphin buried in her ass began thrusting
in and out, grasping her waist with its flippers, its wet beak cackling close to her
ear.

Sheila’s heart was pounding hard inside of her chest, acting in a warped synchrony
with the erect penises surrounding her on every side. They curled around her skin,
feeling her up and down flagrantly, and the pricks fondling her breasts had curled
around the nipples, pinching and tugging, delighting in the pained expressions on
her muted face.

“Sheila! Sheila!” The tour guide was still searching, still shouting, and Sheila
sobbed, choked, knowing how close she was to being able to respond. If the
dolphin would only move its mouth, if they’d only show a little mercy, she’d have
a chance of leaving without being splattered in animal spunk.

The dolphin inside of her was pounding her so hard, it inadvertently pushed the
entire group towards a wall. Sheila gagged with every hard thrust, the dolphin’s
massive cock gaping her asshole as full as it would go. The dolphin with its beak in
her mouth seemed to be enjoying her lack of oxygen, and maneuvered its beak
deeper into her mouth, forcing her jaw open to the point of soreness and almost
reaching to the back of her throat.

She could hear the guide’s shouts getting farther and farther away, apparently
thinking that she couldn’t have been near the noisy dolphins. They were clicking
and squealing away, moving as one unit with Sheila in their center.
The three dolphins not penetrating her began to shift; the one on her left, grasping
her breast in its prehensile rod, moved to her side, tugging at it harder than was
comfortable. The one that had been groping her right breast released it and moved
to her center, facing her head-on with its beak at the side of her neck. The one with
its beak in her mouth moved to take the second’s place, grabbing the free breast
and jiggling it gleefully before curling its cock around it and tugging as though it
were trying to milk her.

The center dolphin positioned its cock between her two sore breasts and began
humping, performing an impromptu titjob to finish the quartet’s assault on Sheila’s
delicate body. Her asshole was permanently stretched out thanks to the persistent
jerking in and out of the dolphin’s cock, and the one fucking her squeezed, pinched
tits kept bumping into her chin.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, totally exhausted. How would she swim
towards land with such tired limbs? Every inch of her body was sore, begging for
relief that would only come after a traumatizing climax of four virile cocks.

In unison, they tensed up, the two flanking her releasing her breasts for good. Then
their dams broke, three covering her breasts and face in thick, slippery jizz, while
the fourth was busy stuffing her insides with the molten liquid. She groaned,
gallons of spunk spurting from four tips, matting in her hair and entering her lips.
The beak pulled out of her mouth, and the dolphins aimed for her parted lips,
forcing more of the strong, musty sperm onto her tongue.

When the fourth dolphin pulled out, a significant amount of its seed exited too,
rushing out of her thoroughly used and gaping asshole with an impressive flourish.
The water surrounding Sheila was clouded with cum, and every inch of her not
submerged in the cool ocean water was spattered with jizz. The sensation of hot
fluid running from deep in her stomach along her lining out of her gaped anus put
her in almost a trance, convincing her that this had been a pleasurable experience,
that she’d wanted to be rammed until her asshole was unfixable.

The dolphin’s sexual aggression felt justified, like they knew she deserved it. Or
needed it.

With the same determination used in bringing her to the cave, the dolphins then
made their way to the open water, searching for the boat Sheila had come from,
cementing them as unsung heroes in her own eyes.
Sheila realized the reason dolphin gangrapes didn’t get reported must’ve been
because the dolphins knew who needed the debasement and who didn’t. They were
kind enough to be returning her to land after depositing their seed inside of and
onto her; how could she be so selfish as to paint them as villains?

She still wasn’t sure how she’d explain it once she was found, though.