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 Angie
Part 6

Story By Mr. K aka ‘delphinic’
 
 
Our relationship had been restored, and the tension died down, back to the way it was. Whenever I was away from her, I found myself occasionally thinking of her pussy. I was slowly beginning to feel comfortable with Angie’s desire for me. The part I told her that I had accepted her liking me like that was actually a lie. I told her that because I was too overcome with surprise and desperation when she returned that I said anything to get her back. When I had come close to fingering her when we were at the peninsula, it had taken me a great deal closer to accepting her. I recalled feeling excited and aroused, yet not quite a lust. I was doing it because I loved her, and I wanted to keep my promise. So it came as a shock when I found myself feeling aroused when I thought of it. Before, I felt dirty and angry, but now the idea didn’t seem so bad. However, I didn’t give in because I seemed to lose it when I was around Angie.

We still cuddled and played, trying to keep on routine and not bringing up any sex. Like I had said before, Angie never forced me, so she patiently waited for me to accept her as a lover, rather than just a love. She kept up with her playful ways and she was always happy to see me, even if I wasn’t going to finger her. She loved being cuddled nearly as much as I did, so she would gracefully settle for the next best thing.

My vacation was running short, since I had to return to Florida in July. It had been two months that I had spent on the island, and I known Angie for one and a half months. I was angry at myself that time was running out to please Angie like I promised, so one day, I decided to give in and let me and Angie become lovers, as planned. On my last day, I went to see Angie. She was waiting by the rock peninsula earlier than I had thought. Just seeing she made me have second thoughts. How could I do this when I had known her for so long? Biting my lower lip, I walked up to the spot she was floating at. I had decided that I wasn’t going to have sex with her yet, but merely let her pleasures be sated.

“Hey, Angie.” I muttered, stammering with nervousness.

She chattered a greetings to me, making me smile a little.

“Angie, I hate to tell you this, but I’m leaving today. I don’t live on this island, rather far away, in the United States.”

“RRRR-eeeeeee-OOOO?” Angie didn’t understand. She must not have known about any area outside of the island.

I began to make movements she would understand. I would point to me, then the hill behind me, the open water, in the way of Florida, and then I stroked her rostrum. I spoke with each movement.

“I…don’t live here… I live out there…I have to go, and this will be my last day. I’m sorry, girl.”

She seemed to understand half of what I meant. I would be going and she didn’t know when I’d be back. Sadly, she nibbled on my fingers in affection.

“Yes, I’ll miss you too. I don’t even want to go. I love you and I don’t know how I’ll be without you around.” I stroked the roof of her mouth, another caress she seemed to enjoy, and rubbed her melon. She let go of my fingers and turned over, pointing her scar to my face, expecting just a tummy rub. I gulped and began to rub, working my hand slower and slower down her underside. She was in for a surprise. My hand was about an inch away from her vaginal slit when I stopped. Angie raised her massive head and clicked at me curiously.

I smiled. “Angie, you know I love you, and I want to show you how much I love you. I gave in to our desires and decided to let us be lovers. You love me, and I love you, so what is there to worry about?”

Angie’s eyes twinkled and she cooed happily at me. I bent over and kissed her beak, then set to work.

Angie’s pussy was already beginning to swell, towering over her dark pink pubic area. Tenderly, I ran my fingers over the swollen lips, just like the time before. Her tail quivered as I carefully stroked her swelling lips. Angie’s eyes were shut with her mouth gaping wide open. With the other hand, I rubbed her below her head, right where her scar began. She responded by whirring and jerking her head up and down.

When she was ready, I moved my hand outwards to the edge of her body. Angie raised her head again, but now she was just wondering why I had stopped.

“Ever heard of foreplay, girl?”

“Aeeeoooooo!” Her eyes grew playful and seductive. She seemed to be saying ‘you sneaky devil. I love you!’

“I love you too, Angie.” I said, grinning yet still nervous.

I began to make wide circles around her vaginal area, which was a deep pink by this point, and hot to the touch. Her pussy was starting to leak a clear, yellow-white, lubricant juice as she waited to be entered. I continued to circle her swollen lips like a vulture circling a dying rodent. I could feel her body spasm often, and the closer I got to her pussy the higher she clicked or squealed. Soon, my finger would pass nearby her clit, and I would make smaller circles around there. She arched her back to get closer to my hand, overcome with pleasure. Now I was doing figure eights, making a small circle around her bulging clit and around her vaginal slit. Angie was going crazy, her tail slapping the surface frantically and her head jerking up and down, too lost in the experience to control herself. However, I didn’t want her being too worked up and began to stroke her behind her eyes a bit, to calm her.

“It’s okay, girl. Enjoy it but try to relax a bit.”

Angie seemed to regain control and shuddered a bit. To help her breathe, I supported her head out of the water enough for her blowhole to have some air. Then I let her head go when she had some of her breath back and started working on her slit again. Steadily and playfully, I rubbed around in tighter and tighter circles. Occasionally, when I had gotten close enough to her clit to touch it, I let my finger rest a bit there, with Angie squealing with delight and her body going into spasms. After some time, my finger circled on top of her lips and I felt Angie quiver, ready for me to finger her. Letting our desires take over, I plunged my finger into her well-lubricated pussy. Angie let out a loud squeal of surprise and arched her back again, trying to get my finger in as much as possible. Inside of her pussy, I could feel her hot muscles squeeze and knead my finger. Greedily, she used those muscles to pull more of my hand in until all of my fingers were inside of her. She clamped down on them in an embrace, and then rubbed her sensitive vaginal walls against fingers. I smiled a bit and realized that I wasn’t doing much, just providing her with something to please herself on. She began to whistle, soft and slow, and seemed to pace herself as to not climax too soon. Steadily, picking up speed like a log rolling down a hill, her muscles rubbed harder and faster against my fingers, and her low whistle crescendo into a high-pitched moan. I lifted her head up, with some difficulty, so she could breathe. Her eyes were jammed tight and her mouth was hanging open as if stuck with a metal rod. Her head flapped against hand, so I held her with my arm. By now, her head was out of water and her tail began to shake as she reached just below her climax. The whistle was now close to a scream, and was getting higher in pitch, almost out of my hearing range.

Then, before she could flap her tail again, I removed my hand. Her vaginal walls tried in vain to pull me back in. Angie’s eyes popped open and they swiveled around to look up at me, wide in shock. I set her head back down and she started to chatter wildly. I felt bad for her, to be truthful. She had come so close to climaxing and I cut her experience short. Yet I had my reasons.

“I’m sorry, but it is my last day. This might be the only chance we get for a while. Calm down, Angie, I promise that you’ll reach your orgasm.”

She didn’t realize what I was up to, but I could tell she was angry I had denied her of climaxing to my fingers. If only she knew what was in store next, she wouldn’t have objected.

I looked at the hand I had used to finger her. On the tips, I saw her lubricant juices still there, refusing to move. Aroused and not really knowing what I was doing, I flicked my tongue onto the tips and tasted her. If you could think of a better aphrodisiac, I’d like to hear it. The taste was so enthralling! It was warm and salty, just like the water, but had a little bit of a shock to it, tangy and slightly spicy. The taste was hard to describe, its best if you try it yourself. The lubricant juice was almost like her arousal and excitement packed into liquid. Greedily, I stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting Angie and wanting more. When it was gone, I sensed more in her pussy, calling to me to come and get it. Angie, during this time, looked at me with confused eyes. Here I was, licking my fingers with excited eyes (and a hard cock, as you can imagine), while she floated there waiting for me to continue the ’game’.

Forgetting about my shirt, I slipped into the water. Angie backed up so we could have some space. Soon we were in the deeper shallows, with the water up to my hips. I told myself not to start yet. She was too close to her orgasm and should let it die down a bit. I ignored my fiery arousal and put on a calm demeanor. I stroked the aroused dolphin’s cape and began to speak softly to her. She seemed to forget about her arousal too and relaxed, with me holding her. As I spoke, I massaged some of her muscles, which she would respond by closing her eyes and whirring in pleasure. Angie was just happy to be held and petted, but I was turning her on her side to watch her pink disappear. When I last saw Angie’s underside it was a dark pink but now she only had a slight tint on her silvery-white belly. Seeing this, I turned Angie all the way on her back, still holding her head out of the water. Seeing that the intermission was over, she kissed me affectionately. I set her head down and moved over to her side. It was time to begin.

I bent over and kissed the top of Angie’s scar, and moved my way downwards. I kept pecking her down her scar like I was following a road. Nearly halfway through the scar, I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her underside, tasting the salt water embedded in her. Angie was flushing pink throughout her belly, and I could feel her sleek skin begin to warm up. She shuddered with pleasure and clicked wildly. I still moved downwards, tasting her hot briny skin. In no time at all, I was at her clit. Carefully, I began to circle my tongue around it, making Angie squeal with this new delight she had never felt before. I raised my head and placed my lips over her clitoris, causing her to spasm and shake. With the tip of my tongue I flicked the top of it and began to rub one of my hands on her once again swelling pussy. As I ran my hand over, I felt the lubricant juices gathering in reservoirs between her lips. Now, I was eager to enter her.

I removed my head from her clit (causing Angie to squeak disappointedly since that experience was over) and moved my tongue between her lips, tasting her puddle of lubricant juices ravenously. Looking back at how her juices excited me, I begin to think I was the animal there. Angie, feeling my rough tongue on her pussy lips, made her arch her back heavily into my face, eager for more. After I had licked up most of her juices, I finally plunged my tongue into her pussy. Angie squealed, more screamed, with wild delight. I felt her hot walls press hard against my tongue and rub, similar as to my hand. I could feel her lube juices flow from her walls and lapped at them, making the dolphin’s body jerk to the side. Working on instinct I never knew I had, I used my tongue to simulate the best I could, a prehensile dolphin penis. Angie, however, knew that this was better than a dolphin penis. It was a human tongue… something she wasn’t used to, was just as prehensile, and felt better when it rubbed against her insides.

I felt her walls continue to rub. Angie was squealing at a higher and higher and pitches for what seemed like minutes on end, though she wasn’t able to breathe.

Her pussy played around with my tongue, working on a mind of its own. Nearly as soon as she started, her orgasm was approaching and her pussy began to squeeze tightly on my tongue, causing me to wince a bit in pain. Angie’s head rocked back and forth violently, splashing the water, while her tail was moving in opposite time. She let out a loud squeal and clamped my tongue tight, like a bear trap. I felt her pussy begin to gush lube juice and realized she had just climaxed. Her body stiffened, still in her orgasm, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth gaping open. Then, her squeal died down to a soft whistle and she shuddered. I pulled my tongue out and supported her now limp figure with one hand. I flipped her over and her blowhole burst open as she began to ‘pant’. With my hand under her, I could feel the warmth begin to disappear. The experience had just begun, but now it was over. I was happy for her, and she was still recovering from her powerful orgasm. With my free hand, I rubbed her cape.

Angie rested how all dolphins do. She seemed to go into a half-conscious phase and just floated in the water, one eye slightly open. After a few minutes, they’d snap out of this and go to the surface for air. Here, however, she was resting with me holding her up. She still was only ‘asleep’ for about ten minutes. I held her up and watched her sleep, caressing my love.

She woke up slowly, slower than I usually do. First, her breathing increased. Then, she shuddered again. Finally, she opened her eyes fully and looked up at me. They twinkled brightly and she softly trilled a greeting. My grin grew wider and I continued to pet her. She floated freely now, still in an afterglow. We kept at this pace for about twenty minutes. I kept petting the dolphin, occasionally speaking softly to her, which she would respond by rubbing my arm with her rostrum. It seemed the wild sex act’s effect had died down. Angie was calm and I didn’t have that sort of lust I had had before. I knew I had to go and spoke my last words to her.
“Angie, I know you can’t understand all of this, but I just want you to know that I WILL be back here. I won’t be gone for more than a month.” Angie cocked her head, hearing me speak but not exactly knowing what I meant.
“You can trust me, but I must warn you, do NOT trust any other human on this island. Stay wild…never forget that. Don’t let any humans contact with you, unless you know you can trust them and they wont blab about you to everyone else.” I was referring to a dolphin in Australia I had heard about that allowed humans to come in contact with him. Soon, thousands of people flocked to touch the wild dolphin everyday, some even abusing him. He lashed out due to too much stress, injuring and nearly killing four people.

Angie still looked at me blankly. I sighed and smiled at her again, trying to get her to understand.

“Don’t let the other humans touch you, girl Stay as wild as you are.” I said, summing it up as simply as I could. “I’ll be back in a short time.” She seemed to understand and licked at my face. I giggled a bit; this always reminded me of a dog. That and her tongue did tickle. I soon realized about how much I was going to miss her, and I felt my bond with her tying me to the island. As she licked my face, I couldn’t control myself, and slipped her tongue into my mouth.

Angie wasn’t startled. I could have sworn that was her plan for me anyway. She licked the insides of my mouth, exploring my mouth, as I wrestled her tongue with mine. Then, our tongues coiled around the other in an embrace kiss. Angie clicked happily and I could feel it move through her and into me. This was a final goodbye gesture, and something to make our bond even stronger. The kiss was heartbreaking and exciting at the same time. I was sad to say goodbye, but I began to forget it as I caressed her tongue using mine, taking her favorite type of petting to the next level. We must have held that only for ten minutes, but it felt like ten hours. We were both sharing equal ecstasy, our eyes closed and relaxed.

At the same time, we broke off. Angie let out a falling whistle, voicing disappointment that I had to go.

“I know girl, I’m going to miss you too.” I rubbed beneath her beak. “Goodbye, my love.”

I made my way toward the peninsula again. I looked back and saw Angie following me.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t come with me.” I rubbed her again, wishing she would leave, since I hate long goodbyes. However, she flashed her dorsal fin to me, looking in my direction with her beady eyes.

“If you say so.” I said through a chuckle.
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