“I promise you, my river goddess, we’re completely alone and safe. There’s just the receptionist at the front and she could care less what happens back here.”
“Well, then...” The trout lit up, easing herself into this surreal experience. “You should continue with your examination.”
The human gently got on his knees and stared up at the fish with the need of reassurance. “Can... can I... lick?”
“Hmm?” The trout blinked, suddenly shocked. “You mean... my... my...”
“Y-Yes.” The human smiled meekly.
“Nobody ever...” The trout blushed deep sea foam now. She could count on one hand how many times she’d been eaten out in her life.
“I’m very good at it,” Tom offered, gulping.
“O-Okay...” the little fish woman gulped, and parted her legs, her shaking hands raising off her slit and allowing the human to see it. His face positively lit up like it was Christmas. He stared in awe at the pearly scales hiding her most intimate of intimate parts. He glanced up, jaw slack, and smiled, licking his lips.
“I’m not used to it!” Amelia winced, “I might be ticklish!”
“I’ll ease you into it, goddess.”
With a deep breath on her part, the trout lady watched in shock as the human oh so carefully parted her folds with his fingers. He was so delicate, so careful, so gentle. Her already primed sex began to leak a little. She watched him lean in, his hand grabbed her tight fishy ass. She felt his thumb rest beneath her tail, cupping it. How did he know to do that? Whatever, she wasn’t complaining! A thrill jolted from the little pucker hidden under her long thick tail, across the gap between her legs, and right into her pussy.
She gasped as he experimentally probed. Her hands shot up, her fin-fingers latched onto the man’s shoulders. The hot human tongue was so much softer than her own kind. Not so rigid. Very squishy. The warmth was immediately incredible. The first slick lick into her loins was to see what she could handle. She squirmed a little, the sudden pressure causing her face to screw up. Too intense. The second lick was much lighter. He feathered the lovely mandible against the bump of her clit and trailed it down her urethra and against her fishy pussy. Much better.
She felt his hot breath on her clitoral hood. She glanced down, stupefied, as the human made good on his boast. He was very very good with his tongue. In no time, gripping the trout’s sensitive rear hole in his hand, he had her moaning. Her head was back, her snout was pointed to the ceiling. Her hands gripped his shoulders with shaky tense muscles. Her tail slapped the back of her knees. Her legs were shaking. Her pussy was tingling. She was growing hotter and wetter. He soaked up her musk, drank down her thickly drizzling fluids. Fish slime. A slang for the thick and sweet tasting natural lubricant that her kind produced when heavily aroused. This boy loved his fish slime.
Amelia felt delights she had never experienced. Tension she had never known. She knew was she building to a fantastic orgasm and all the while her new friend skilfully pushed her on with just the right amount of force.
“Oh! Oh!” She whimpered. “You’re so good, Tom! So good! I’m almost... almost...”
The human moaned deeply at the praise and gripped her anus just that much tighter. Trout were known to have nerve endings at the base of their tails that made anal penetration a joy. Teasing those nerves while simultaneously pleasuring her pussy was enough to make her steaming hot. In fact, her thick fluids were practically oozing down the human’s chin now and pouring onto the floor. She was about to blow.
The little trout let out a high pitched and squeaky cry as the human brought her to absolute pleasure. The orgasm was like nothing she had felt before in her life. It was so strong that her thighs slammed against each other in muscular contraction. Her tail fins twitched wildly, closing like a fan, orgasmic fire burned through every inch of her supple glassy scales. Her tits felt like they might explode. They were big and heavy. Her mind whited out for several seconds as her face pulled into a gaping mouthed gasp, tears running down her cheeks.
When it faded, her legs gave out. She felt herself falling sprawled to the tile floor, a pool of her own fluids inching out beneath her ass as they ejaculated from her thoroughly satisfied pussy.
The human wiped the residual clear goo off his face and onto his lab coat. He was red faced, panting. He looked to her with the “did I do good?” face and she grinned ear hole to ear hole with tears still streaming down her piscine face.
“Do... do you still want to fuck me, Tom? I’d really... like you to feel good too.”