Date: Sun, 7 May 2000 09:57:45 EDT
From: CeTe <CeTe@gmx.li>
Subject: CeTe's Zoostories IX - The Adventurer

CeTe's Zoostories IX
The Adventurer

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Chris goes adventuring to the rarest animals in the world.

Millennium

It is December 29th, 1999. In two days, the second millennium ends, and the
third one begins. I am sitting here at my desk, gazing thru the window at
the steppe, thinking about the past, the present and the future. This
century has been a time of progress and misery. Countless humans died cos
of war like my grandfather who fell in Europe, fighting against the
Germans, during World War Two, on the other hand, we conquered the moon
before the declined Soviets. Nowadays most people live in freedom, peace
and democracy, but despite those advantages, we zoos are still
discriminated that will change hopefully.

I apologize for interrupting my balance, though, Caeasar is just
entering. Wow, he looks perfect. Whenever I encounter him, he mangages to
seduce me. His august mane, his strong body and his genitals... divine! I
fear my lover has captured me once more. Indeed, I cannot help caressing
him.

Caesar, come here!

Imagine holding a lion's balls in your hands. I will tell you they feel
wonderful: tender, soft, imposing. He starts growling now cos he likes
being fondled in this way. Oh, he is spraying his smelling piss against my
kneading hand. I guess he wants me to satisfy him completely.

Well, boy, here we go. Yuck, licking his bitter urine is not my cup,
however, I am tasting his salty semen. He is coming.

This hast been great. My dear, he is sniffing at my cock, he is going to
fellationing me. Yeah, it is undescribably exciting.. You see I have to
finish, my climax is near.

We, Christian and Caesar, wish you a happy New Year's Eve.

God bless you in the new millennium.

Falling in Love

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," I counted down
hopefully. "Two thousand."

I hilariously drank with Leo to the third millennium, Caesar roared
unsecurely, as booming fireworks lighted up the starlit sky. And there was
her. Christina was a careful nurse from Krugerdorp, staying in the National
Park for her short vacation.

"Happy new millennium," she wished me in her high, lively, sexy voice.

We clinked glasses festively. So did my sly friend. The black beauty with
her gleaming eyes looked deep into my immortal soul. I fell in love.

Unannouncedly, Leo remarked, "I'm sorry to say goodbye, but my needy
patients're waiting."

He left us alone. All my good sense, all my discipline, all my logic had
gone. I could not think clearly nor could I control my overwhelming
feelings. My mind was empty. She had captured my whole heart by her
irresistible charm, and her tremendous sex-appeal.

 "Christy," I began cautiously, "what'd you say, if I admit that I've taken
a fancy of you?"

"I know," the seductive woman cooly replied.

Although I wondered abruptly how that was possible, did it matter?
Enamoredly, I embraced her, closed my eyes sensually, and let me lead by my
magnificent emotions. Little by little, my opened mouth neared hers, our
turning tongues touched each other's. Christina and me sank into the
groundless ocean of heavenly passion.

A Good Morning Is a Good Day

I am sure you know those mornings in which you feel to tired to get up. You
are lying in bed without the least lust, but to be honest, you are waiting
for someone loving to wake you up. Then he comes, and you are ready for
mastering the day.

So it has happened this morning: Opening my sleepy eyes, I could not help
thinking at Christina, my dream woman, who traveled back to Krugerdorp
tonight cos her vacation was over. Why should I leave my cosy bed, when my
love was not there anyway? I was listless.

Amid my sadest melancholy, someone silently scraped my moderate cabin's
closed intrance. My wooden door sprang open, my majestic lion stepped
in. Caesar stalked to me, licked my weary face vivaciously and jumped onto
my solid mattress; his clawed, tender paws on both sides of my naked
body. To my utter astonishment, he reached out his furry, fragrant rear
right into my sight, before my sensitive nose.

Needless to say that at such an enticing glance, I was no more able to
withstand him. Joyfully, I fulfilled his clear request by sucking his
flabby prick out of his soft sheath, and while his trained erectile tissue
was hardening gradually, I let it be, turning to his relaxed balls I
started licking impetuously.

Firstly, my poor lover only growled quietly, though, the wilder I caressed
his touchy testicles the louder he roared till he could not restrain his
unavoidable orgasm any longer so that he set to cum straight onto my hairy
chest.

Pleasing my old buddy has given me enough kix to do my today's work. Or how
do they say? A good morning is a good day.

Sobering

A whole week lasted my longing for our reunion, and during that sheerly
endless time, I kept dreaming of an illusive life with my dream
woman. Finally, the decisive weekend came, I got into my rover, driving to
my sweetie most fastly.

Christina greeted bewitchingly, "Come in, darling, the welcome mat's out."

I entered her luxurious apartment full of desirous love for her, although
she did not care about me, but let me in my dreamworld. After finishing
each of her tiring calls on her cellular, we started talking, I mean she
started telling me her workaday routine that was nothing towards my
adventures existence in the bush, however, I am a gentleman, so I listened
to her, pretending my false interest in her presumptous chatter. I showed
her total devotion, and that was my mistake.

We meanwhile emptied a bottle of white wine, of costly chianti and of poor
champagne. She filled my glass again and again, stunning me more and
more. By God, I had no idea of her real, ticklish intention, but when I was
completely drunk, it was too late anyway.

Once more, she used all her lying charm to turn my head, luring me into her
bed where she made with me will-less guy what she wanted. Even though I
would not say that dirty Christina raped me cos I was so stupid to love
her, I damn her for her untruthfulness.

The next morning, I got sobered by realizing that appearances are
deceptive, as the sleeping slut beside me had exploited my affection. I
swore at her mendecity and returned to my faithful lover.

Home Sweet Home

Traveling is wonderful indeed, but there is no place like your
home. Wherever I have been to on my manifold missions in all over the
world, getting back has been the crowning of each of them.

You know I am a felidophile being fond of felines, particularly Caesar, and
although I like all the other species as well, I must admit to have never
had an intercourse with a canine till my yesterday's visit in Pretoria, at
my good friend Kimberley and her dalmatian bitch Spot.

While we were talking about everything under the sun, the radio speaker in
the background reported on a grave crash within her district and the badly
hurt victim: her husband. In spite of my offer to support her at that hard
hour, she persisted on going thru by herself. The only favor she asked me
for was look after Spot what I did gladly.

Still admiring her splendid fur, she started sniffing at my crotch. As I
could not withstand her sex appeal, nor wanted I her to fellatio me, I
decided to response to her desire. I unzipped my jeans, kneeled down behind
her; my hands moved under her belly, caressed her teats, and my urging cock
penetrated her tender pussy. Instinctively, I began thrusting back and
forth, rising my lust to my life's first climax with a dog.

It was marvelous. She and I, we enjoyed our orgasm a lot. And nonetheless,
I am happy to be back at home where those live I love.

Go thru Life with Your Eyes Open

A good friend is the finest thing in life, someone once said, and I think
it is true cos in defiance of all my individualism, I am glad to have a
deep friendship to upright people like Leo I can talk to about everything
imaginable. There are controversial issues, though, even we argue about now
and then.

Last Sunday, for example, I and Leo went to the curch.

The missionary preached prejudices poisened our frankness, and when the
divine service was over, and we were walking pensively from the mission to
my house, he reflected logically, "The priest was right. Unluckily, all of
us too often prejudge certain persons due to their own characteristics we
disapprove of, so I rejected your unusual way of life without knowing you
actually, and as the majority objects to zoophilia, I feel forced to deny
my conviction."

"They oppose cos they're subjective;" I deliberately interjected. "If
society were as objective as I try to be without any prejudice, everyone'd
consent us. While discussing this important topic, I remember debating with
Kyle, a British friend of mine, on your peolpe."

"My people?" Leo asked confusedly.

I clarified succinctly, "You know his father fell in the second World War
wherefore he condems you Germans."

"But I've nothing to do with my forefather's deeds," he legally justified.

"Needless to say, man. And what shall I do? My grandfather was killed by
the Nazis, both my great-grandfathers died in the fight against the
Japaneses; I'd hate the half of mankind, if I shared his unchristian
view. I guess you've to forgive."

"We've got the same opinion at least," my intelligent friend stated
soothedly.

I added wisely, "Go thru life with your eyes open!"

Reunion

El 21 de agosto de 1990 departi de mi lugar de nacimiento en los Estados
Unidos de America a Sudafrica, y desde entonces no habia hablado ninguna
palabra con mis padres. Quiza se pregunte, por que abandone mi familia. Le
dare la contestacion: lo hice para autorrealizarme.

Qualquier como sea, el 15 de enero de 2000, diez anos despues de mi salida,
regrese a Corpus Christi para reunirme con Bill y Liz Tenner.

Llegando a nuestra casa, mi madre me dio las bienvenidas con las lagrimas
en los ojos: "Nino, estas de vuelta, gracias a Dios!"

Me beso tempestuosamente, aunque mi padre me saludo friamente: "Que ha
pasado que vienes aca?"

"Donde esta Simon?", me informe sin responder a su pregunta reprochada.

"Tu hermano menor vive en Mexico, sabes? Nos ha traicionado como ti,
chico."

"No he traicionado a nadie", contradije energicamente. "Os sali por vuestra
dureza de corazon. Ahora tengo una vida feliz en la libertad que
necesito. Papa, mama, quiero revelar mi secreto: soy un zoo."

"Que eres?", mi madre pregunte asombradamente.

"Es un zoofilio lo que significa que folla animales", mi padre explico
condenandome enfadosamente. "Y tu cretino te llamas el hijo de un honorable
militar estadounidense? Cielo santo!"

Me defendi resolutamente: "No me entendereis nunca porque sois
intolerantes."

Me despidi otra vez a la alegria de mi padre, y a la tristeza de mi
madre. Que Dios les perdone.

Reunion

On 21 August 1990, I departed from my place of birth in the United States
of America to South Africa, and since then, I had spoken no word with my
parents. Maybe you wonder why I abandoned my family. I'll give you the
answer: I did it to realize myself.

However, on 15 January 2000, ten years after my leaving, I returned to
Corpus Christi to reunite with Bill and Liz Tenner.

Reaching our house, my mother welcomed me with tears in her eyes, "Baby,
you're back, thank God!"

She kissed me stormily, although my father greeted me coldly, "What's
happened that you come here?"

"Where's Simon?" I inquired without responding to his reproachful question.

"Your younger brother lives in Mexico, you know? He's betrayed us like you,
boy."

"I've betrayed nobody," I contradicted energetically. "I left you for your
cold-hartedness. Now I've a lucky life in the freedom I need. Dad, mom, I
wanna reveal my secret: I'm a zoo."

"You're what?" my mother asked astonishedly.

"He's a zoophile that means he fucks animals," my father explained,
condemning me wrathfully. "And they call you cretin the son of an
honorable, American soldier? Good heavens!"

I defended resolutely, "You'll never understand me cos you're intolerant."

I made my farewell once more to my father's happiness, and to my mother's
sadness. That God may forgive them.

Zusammenkunft

Am 21. August 1990 brach ich auf von meinem Geburtsort in den Vereinigten
Staaten von Amerika nach SÁdafrika und seit dem hatte ich kein Wort mit
meinen Eltern gesprochen. Vielleicht fragen Sie sich, weshalb ich meine
Familie verlieá. Ich gebe Ihnen die Antwort: ich tat es, um mich selbst
zu verwirklichen.

Wie dem auch sei, am 14. Januar 2000, zehn Jahre nach meiner Abreise,
kehrte ich nach Corpus Christi zurÁck, um mit Bill und Liz Tenner
zusammen zu kommen.

Als ich unser Haus erreichte, hieá mich meine Mutter mit TrÄnen in
den Augen Willkommen: "Kind, du bist zurÁck, Gott sei Dank!"

Sie kÁsste mich stÁrmisch, obzwar mein Vater mich kalt
begrÁáte: "Was ist geschehen, dass du hierher kommst?"

"Wo ist Simon?", erkundigte ich mich, ohne seine vorwurfsvolle Frage zu
entgegnen.

"Dein kleiner Bruder lebt in Mexiko, weiát du? Er hat uns wie du
verraten, Junge."

"Ich habe niemanden verraten", widersprach ich energisch. "Ich verlieá
euch wegen eurer Hartherzigkeit. Nun habe ich ein glÁckliches Leben in
der Freiheit, die ich brauche. Papa, Mama, ich will euch mein Geheimnis
offenbaren: ich bin ein Zoo."

"Was bist du?", fragte meine Mutter erstaunt.

"Er ist ein Zoofiler, was bedeutet, er fickt Tieren", erklÄrte mein
Vater, mich zornig verdammend. "Und du Kretin nennst dich den Sohn eines
ehrbaren, amerikanischen Soldaten? GÁtiger Himmel!"

Ich verteidigte mich entschlossen: "Ihr werdet mich nie verstehen, weil ihr
intolerant seid."

Ich verabschiedete mich abermals zur Freude meines Vater und zur Trauer
meiner Mutter. Dass Gott ihnen vergebe.

Strong Caesar

Vodafone merges with Mannesmann, America Online merges with Warner
Brothers, Daimler merges with Chrylser - the world economy is uniting which
we call globalization but who does care about it if you live in the
wilderness far afield from the stock market? I not, my commonplace concerns
are caring for Caesar, my bare necessaties and documenting wildlife to
remind the people out there that there is more on Earth than the stocks
going up and down cos even though they say money makes the world go round,
there is no world without nature. Living like me means enjoying the simple
things - on condition that you have enough time to do so.

Sunday is the only weekday when I find the needful time for a complete
recovery. This Sunday, Leo has invited me for lunch after Mass, however, I
declined with thanks as I had other intentions.

I drove home. Stepping into my cabin, I beheld my lover lying tranquilly on
my bed. He seemed to be asleep so I closed the door, avoiding every noise,
undessed, nestled against his thick, black shaggy mane and his short,
orange, velvety fur. Although I actually guessed I would take an afternoon
nap with him, I was wrong. Crafty as he was, he just waited till I had
nodded off, got up, lifted his bushy tail and spurted a thin jet of hissing
piss in my direction. Its heavenly scent awoke me at once. Without opening
my eyes, I flehmed, widening my nostrils to their limit to inhale as much
seductive odor as I could. I was already breathing in and out deeply when I
finally dared to look round. At the mere sight of his flabby sheath and his
dangling purse, my mighty prick got hard as titan.

Caesar sprang onto the wooden floor, and me as well. He squatted down to
the ground, I knealt down behind him. The aroused lion started growling
agitately while I futily attempted to mate with him. As he recognized my
initial problem, he raised his round rump, I seized his husky flanks and
commenced thrusting forward. His dark-red asshole was tight but my stiff,
smooth glans under my withdrawn foreskin forced its passionate way thru his
flexed sphincter. Excited Caesar bawled ecstatically, and I retired my
erect cock to shave it into his cute, soft arse again. In that magnificant
manner, I kept moving in and out before I burst in a furious
orgasm. Pulling back my pulsating penis, my cold cum dropped on his tensed
balls.

I felt weary whereas my untiring friend stood up abruptly and mounted me
there and then. Despite my energetic try to relax my touchy anus entirely,
I began groaning in lustful pain when his stately organ invaded into my hot
gut. And Caesar ejaculated, roared frantically, withdrew his donative dick
whose sharp spines brought me to a second climax.

Half an hour later, he wanted me to intercourse renewedly. I anticipated it
was mating season. Since then, we have been making love again and again.

Poetry I

I will present you with the poetic aspect of me as a varied author. Out of
gratitude for all his love, I dedicate these three love poems to Caesar. I
wrote them in English cos I cannot speak another language but my mother
tongue. To enable my foreign readers to understand my romantic poetry,
though, I asked my good friends Kyle and Leo to translate it into Spanish
and German. I hope you will enjoy the following verses.

Broken Heart

There is a heart Full of pain Trying a new start Although it is in vain.

This heart is mine, And my start shall be with you, But I do not know if
you're in Upon Tyne Or maybe in Peru.

I remember the time When I met you; You looked so fine, And I kissed you.

I was in seventh heaven Till you made me sad; I saw the clock striking
seven, Wishing you were dead.

Now our love has fallen apart, I am lonely to the core With my broken
heart; Come back and leave me nevermore.

Good Friend

A friend is someone Who is like no-one; He understands you, And he defends
you.

Is is a good friend If he gives you his helping hand To stay with you on
bad days When you want to go on his ways.

Your friend is the spring Of your power and the string Controling the
puppets around you Which are going to help you thru.

There are friends to talk to Who you're looking forward to, And there are
others to love You wish to fly with like a dove.

Actually, it does not matter What gender it has cos it will shatter Your
fortune if you start prejudging Take him as he is, or you'll keep trudging.

Hot Love

I am hot as a volcano Belching smoke, lava, fire, And I am a man from El
Arcano Erupting with the ultimate desire.

You must know You are my love.  I swear I'll show How I can shove.

For me you are an angel On a white cloud Playing the triangle While I keep
staring from the crowd.

When I start calling your immortal soul You hear my echoes in your ears,
Then you come flying to your goal Which is me to free you from your fears.

As I'm in heat as you're too, We lie down; you below with me above This way
feels so very new, And we therefore make hot love.

Lion Love

I love lions above all so it is no wonder that my permanent lover is
Caesar. As you know, I am used to making love to him as often as I can, and
every time we have sex together, it seems to be like the first
one. Therefore, I will relate you our lust intercourse that happened two
weeks ago.

It was one of my seldomly free days whereon I had the valuable time I
needed to recover from the commonplace stress of my adventurous work. The
night before, I had gotten back from my irritating reunion with my obdurate
parents. Having slept thru all night, I woke up at midday, gaping drowsily
out of the clean window: it ws raining cats and dogs.

"Such a monsume amidst the drought?" I stuttered aghast. "The greenhouse
effect must be far more advanced than I assumed."

Still visualizing the curious phenomenon, my uttermost tireness began
overwhelming me once more. I just wanted to turn over to sleep on as I
noticed a huge creature on the opposite of my little cabin.

Caesar stepped to my messy bed noiselessly. Then a harsh lightning
illuminated the semi-dark room, a rumbling thunder tore the peaceful
silence, the invincible king of beasts shuddered terrifically, and I had a
hell of trouble to tranquil him again.

When the heavy storm had ceased, he snuggled his furry flank against my
hairy leg and walked to the opened door, rising his graceful tail upright
and giving me a seductive sight at is prodigious rear: his relaxed anus,
his dangling testicles, his supple sheath. His dreamlike glance reminded me
involuntarily at deceased Catty whose fateful bereavement I had surmounted
for long. Nevertheless I thrilled.

Finally, I could no more resist to caress him. I commenced licking his
smooth asshole, no catching its moot smell and taste as his beaty was
enticing my senses. Moving down his adorable genitals, he hornily sprayed
his hot urine right into my swallowing mouth. Synchronously, I felt my
hardest penis throbbing with each heartbeat.

I rammed my rigid prick into his aroused arse excitedly as never before,
Caesar yelled madly when my tensed balls clashed wth his, I sensed a
splitting ache searing my entire abdomen. To endure those unbearable
torments, I drilled my sharp fingers into his velvety belly and started
masturbating his rough dick speedily.

At the ecstatic end of our affectionate agony, I cummed cryingly while
feeling his muscles contracting and his urethra ejaculating his divine
semen. I broke down.

Regaining consciousness, he was licking off my pale face. Unspeakably
satisfied, I opened my weakened mouth, stretched out my tender tongue and
kissed Caesar intimately. We were one.

Thy Will Be Done

Sometimes I envy you, and sometimes I regret you but now I wish you not to
be here cos we are having the flood. Although I have been living in South
Africa for over ten years, there has never been a monsume like this. The
natives even say it is the worst deluge for forty years.

Before the present rainy season, I traveled to New Zealand to visit a
former friend of mine. I consulted Professor Spencer at his office at
Auckland University.

"Chris," he exclaimed, jumping up from his desk.

"Shuddup, Aussie!" I scolded. "I'd thought we were friends till you pissed
off to downunder. No reason, no message, and whenever I tried to mail or
phone you, you didn't respone. Why?"

My funky buddy gulped and explained, "The issue's not as it seems. What
might've made me give up my home?"

"I dunno."

"You're right, I was too cowardly to reveal you my fateful state. Well,
while mating with the apes, I was infected with the HIV which's broken out
in the meantime. Chris, I have AIDS," he expounded.

I confess I firstly considered whether I had also gotten the virus.

"Bill, I had no idea. Forgive me," I besought. "If you'd entrusted you to
me earlier, I could've helped you, however, it's too late."

The sick vet confirmed, "You say it. I was so naive to believe in my
eternal fortune, and I'll pay for my irredeemable carelessness. These are
the burdens I've to bear."

"How long?" I asked.

"Three months;" he murmured. "As your friend, I beg your pardon and implore
you to fulfill my last will."

I approved, "What do you want?"

"I'm in love to a wombat. Alas, I can't see him no longer. Bid him my
farewells."

"Thy will be done," I assured.

Bill gave me enough information to make out his lover. I flew from Auckland
to Sydney. Cos it was a long way anyhow, I spent some time there, looking
at the impressing buildings of the Olympic Games 2000. Then I rented a
rover and drove into the outback. Nearby the town of Condobolin in which I
stayed the next night I reached my destination.

A wombat is a three-foot-long, gray brown, shaggy marsupial. It is used to
sleeping on the greater part of the day inside its large earth and chasing
its prey at night. Bill's womat Tuft was an elder male. Lurking close to
one of his long tubes' concealed intrances, I was certain he was asleep
thus I crept into the black hole.

Amid the dark tunnel, I encountered the wakeful wombat I had started
unintentionally. He bit me, I bit him back, he shrieked and ran away. Tuft
was far faster than me, though, I caught him in his cosy cave where was no
light so I trusted my touchy hands which began stroking him.

Just after a short while, he snuggled against my nude body, I rose as high
as possible and shoved my stiff prick thru his thick fur into his soft
arsehole. Ultimately, I cummed into him, making Bill's farewells to him.

Returning to Auckland, Bill had already died. I went home with the
certainty of not having AIDS and having done his will.

The Flood

I am homeless. To make you understand everything, I will tell you the story
of the flood from the beginning.

Tuesday morning, I woke up by the stormy rain pattering onto the wooden
roof. It hit me like a belt from the blue when I noticed Caesar was not
there.

"He'll be safe," I thought to calm down, walked to the sink and looked at
the man in the mirror.

Ten years in the wilderness had changed me remarkably, and especially the
last week had left its marks on my rough, furry, bushed face. Every goddam
day had been a futile fight against the neverending deluge from the pouring
sky, the sharp wind, the swamped river Olifants. Though I looked like
Robinson Crusoe, I looked more natural than ever before. Pretty done, I
gripped the washcloth and started cleaning myself as the boabab next to the
cabin fell thru the wall onto me.

I regained consciousness an unknown time later. It was dark, wet and cold;
heavy hailstones were rattling onto my bare skin. The tremendous tree trunk
was lying on my limp legs. They were broken. With my last ounce of
strength, I tried to move; a splitting pain rushed thru my weakened body. I
prayed the Lord may help me and fainted.

So did he.

I opened my weary eyes, saw Leo over me and moaned, "Where's Caesar?"

"I don't know," my true buddy whispered. "Keep quiet, Chris, you're
sheltered. I found you half-dead on Wednesday evening and took you to the
missionary station. Don't worry, your wounds will heal, and..."

"Where's Caesar?" I repeated.

Leo narcotized me, and I fell asleep. Then, a whole month afterwards, I had
recovered so far that I was able to drive with him to the place of my lost
home. The flood had ravaged the land, his house was destroyed, mine had
vanished.

And a miracle happened; Caesar was waiting for us in the scene of
devastation. My sole lover had a guardian angel. The stone was off my
chest.

Hard Core

The flood is over, though my healing has not yet ended. I am bed-ridden and
living with Leo who has his cottage already reconstructed. He has promised
to help me build a new blockhouse as soon as I have fully recovered.

Pretty lucky about his blessing indisguise, I spend the meantime in bed, at
the veranda or on my wheelchair. Caesar appears to be also joyous that I am
there all day to care for him, to pet him, to play with him. That reminds
me of our Wednesday's erotic game.

Caesar was lying before my bed, Leo had just retired, and I was due to fall
asleep. Scarcely had I gone to the dreamland when I felt a velvety thing
slapping on my cheek. Before I opened my eyes, I widened my nostrils and
smelled that unmistakable mixture of feline exhalation and sexual
scent. Then I saw his black asshole as well as his closed sheath next to
his flabby purse dangling above my head.

He was horny. I also sensed a certain lust but cos we had frolicked till
the late evening, I was too tired. On the other hand, I would not
disappoint my unique lovey. So I had three possibilities: I could caress
him either anally, orally or manually.

I decided for the latter. Caesar was still squatting over my face as I
lifted my right hand and encompassed his big ballsack. My fingers began
kneading its manifold elements, namely his thin spermaducts and his soft
epididymisses. Then they got to the hard core: his tremendous testicles.

After I had simply enjoyed holding his nice nuts, I squeezed them
violently, and he roared arousedly. To finish him off, my left hand grabbed
his swollen dick and started rubbing it back and forth.

Caesar climaxed, squirting his watery cum into my mouth. His vehement
orgasm made him tranquil enough for a peacable night.

Kix

Some time after our frisky fucking, Caesar was going to surprise me. Monday
morning, I awoke by feeling a cold breeze blowing at my naked belly. I
wondered where the woolen blanket was, opened my sleepy eyes, saw my
stately lion leaning on the wooden bed's lower end. Long before I realized
what he was due to do, he bent down his furry head between my plastered
thighs, stretched out his large tongue and started licking my bare prick.

I moaned, shivering with rising lust, when Caesar snapped at my touchy
balls. I could have yelled at him then, though, I was numb, and I confided
in Caesar not to bite off my hairy scrotum anyway. My blind trust in him
got justified. He kept sucking the soft tissue around my hard testicles, my
tensed nutsack relaxed but all of a sudden, he closed his deadly muzzle and
pulled them up.

That was too much. I screamed and tried to wriggle myself out of my painful
position, however, it did not work cos his sharp teeth were holding me
tight. Just a I thought the terrific ache would drive me out of my tortured
mind, Caesar let go of my blue balls. I looked at them, and they were
unhurt. My imponderable lover meanwhile took my stiff cock between his wide
jaws, giving me the ultimate kix to climax.

Life and Death

Owczarek panted, his seven-inch cock slid into me. Faster, harder,
stronger. I groaned. The five-year-old, German shepherd went to the last
extreme while mounting his human mate. All around us, the morning air was
steaming. He leaned on my brawny back, blowing his hasty breath at my
flexed neck, and thrusted his smooth prick in and out of my aroused ass
that his black balls swung against my tight scrotum. Then Owczarek reached
the turning point. He had a furious orgasm, his complete dick contracted,
thin dog cum cooled my hot gut. Having slowed his shoving speed, I felt his
expansive base swelling to four inches, stretching my touchy rectum to its
utter limit. We were tied.

"Chris, where are you?" someone shouted thru the thick wood.

"Here we are, Leo."

The wealthy vet gave a little cough and apologized, "I'm sorry if I
interfere..."

"You don't," I replied. "What's up?"

"It's time to leave," he reminded.

I inquired, "Where will we go?"

"To Oswiecim."

After Owczarek's mighty knot had shrunk, we set out. Leo and me were in
Poland. A whole week before, my appreciated buddy had invited me to
accompany him on an unique visit at his entire family. I would learn a lot
about the Germans, he promised.

We took a scheduled plane form Pretoria to Prague, crossed the Czech-Polish
border and arrived at the busy city of Gliwice. His Silesian aunt Magdalena
welcomed us kind-heartedly but I just had an eager eye for her proud
shepherd Owczarek. We had much fun together. When Leo suggested to proceed
to Osciecim, I had not the least idea that we would go the hard way to the
darkest era of German history. Oswiecim is Polish for Auschwitz.

Auschwitz was the biggest concentration camp of the Nazis. Over eight
million people died there. They were hung, shot or gassed; a godforsaken
place. I had read incredible stories about the devilish death factory, and
albeit I knew they were true, I had never guesed to face the hellish
holocaust one day.

Oswiecim is a tranquil town that conceals its horrible past. Driving thru
the peaceful streets, I did not recognize what had happened there
forty-five years ago. We reached the aweful concentration camp.

I was standing in front of the open gate with the sarcastic inscription
"Labor makes free" and surveyed the brown, wooden watchtowers and the red,
one-storied brick houses. All looked as though it had been abandoned
yesterday. I entered the double-fenced-in area when my shocked gaze fell on
a plain frame where regrettable prisoners had been hung up with contorted
arms. With a dreadful fright, I fell backwards into the barbed wire. If I
had done that five decades earlier, I would have died. In the meantime,
however, the ten-foot-high fence was not electrified any more.

I asked, "How are you?"

Leo was speechless. Within the restored wardhouse, I fell silent as well
cos there was, among other things, the cut hair of countless murdered
deportees which would have processed into wooden cloth.

On the white wall of the medical ward, I saw terrible pictures of mutilated
test persons and other heinous cruelties. I averted my loath eyes, casting
a thoughtful look at the memorial cross consegrated by Pope John Paul the
Second in 1982.

We got to the mass-murderous gas chamber. As I was in the cold, grey-tiled
room, I heard the innocent souls crying manifoldly. Who could be so godless
to commit those shameful atrocities?

Having left the cursed place, I inquired, "Do you feel responsible for
this?"

"No," he negated, "I'm not responsible for my forefathers' irreversible
misdeed but I bear the historical responsibility that the irredeemable
holocaust will never recur."

Mirth

We went by train from his aunt in Gliwice to his mother in Hamburg. All I
knew of the city was a scene of the movie "Tomorrow Never Dies" and we had
bombed it in World War Two. On the one hand, Hamburg ws a metropolis like
Dallas, Cape Town, London and Prague, and, on the other hand, I was
surprised by its variety when I found the botanical garden amidst the
center with its Japanese yard to meditate.

One morning, we visited the zoo whose senior vet Leo had once been. Each
animal we saw made me hotter and hotter. At midday, we left. I was feeling
so horny that I would take the first creature I meet.

When he rung at his front door, Jauler was just waiting for him. Jauler was
the Landmanns' black dane. Leo kissed his 96-year-old mother and asked her
to leave us alone. Then he began caressing his lovey he had been missing so
long. Looking at his dick sparkling white, I got a bit envious.

"I'd give everything to fuck this beatuy," I murmured.

"There you are."

I thanked, "You're that kind."

First and foremost, I minded my temper and sucked the dog's prick till he
cummed into my mouth. Finally, it was time to work off my arousal. I seized
his hips, he removed his tail, and I rammed my phallus into his
arsehole. Jauler yolwed. I kept thrusting with mirth. He was holding still
while my seeds shot into his bum. We were done.

A short while later, however, Leo, Jauler and me carried on mating to
midnight.

In the Spanish Center

I was in Madrid, Spain's prodigious capital. The hospitable country was
still condemning the detestable attempt of the Basque terrorist
organization Euskadi ta Askatasuna (ETA) on two guiltless persons. I,
however, loved having returned from my instructive tour thru cold, strict
Germany to the subtropical climate. I used to live in.

My freak friend Kyle had suggested to meet in that exquisite city where he
had worked for five months. Till he had flown from Lima to Barajas,
Madrid's ultramodern airport, I checked in a cheap hotel in the old town,
visited the world-famous Museum of Prado and strolled across the cose,
restful park. Albeit there was also a splendid zoo to get to, I was not
keen on watching unfree animals, and despite my original fears to be unable
to communicate cos I could not speak Spanish, most corteous Spaniards
understood me unexpectedly well. When he arrived, Kyle looked a lot better
then the last time we had seen each other.

"Chris, have you just heard of ETA's distardly attack?" he asked.

I cursed, "I've read in in the Financial Times. How despicable is that?"

"That's so perfidous, isn't it?"

"It is," I retated a little mewed. "Kyle, how do you do?"

"You know I'm irate since they told me every twenty days dies out a human
language. Do you Yankee think we must conserve them or shall we mix them to
a common world language?" the committed environmentalist inquired

I expounded, "All languages on Earth are equal, and each of them, no matter
how tiny it is, is worth protecting to preserve the local language itself
and the worldwide diversity of languages. It's, otherwise, not only a
question of preserving minor languages but also major ones. Small languages
are the resource of global languages like English, Spanish or
French. English, for instance, is nothing less than a fusion of countless
other languages. Apart from its main sources, the Germanic and Romantic
stem, it contains plenty of foreign words from American, Asian and African
languages. Considering the options of a world language, though, I guess the
way we go on is the best one imaginable: English is now the leading
language in economy, business and culture; most people speak it as a first
or a second language while they hold on to their mother tongue. And if we
thnk about the future of our languages, we should never forget we bear the
complete responsibility for their continuace as a speech can't survive
without its speakers."

"I'm of the very same mind," he agreed. "Now I'll reveal the real reason
for our present reunion."

We went to the partly rotten Prince Prio Station to the east of the city
center. Even though I saw some people hasting in and out, it was evident,
too, that the promoteristic building was almost abandoned. He led me to a
hidden place barely eight hundred yards from the old, royal palace.

Hardly had I scaled the barbed wire fence when Kyle hissed, "Duck down!"

I cowered to the dirty ground but only a single car went by. Slinking to a
rosty iron door, I wondered what might be the motive for his
secretiveness. A few moments later, I got to know it.

"This is Enrique and Elian," he introduced. "I met them four years ago on a
research into Madrid's poverty."

"Hola," they greeted, adding something incomprehensible.

Kyle translated, "The lads want you to have sex with their bitch. There you
are."

The Briton pointed at the next room, I entered, a white whippet was sitting
there panting, her tail was wriggling lively. She gazed into my eyes, it
was love at first site. Looking at the filth around us, I remembered
Bill. I hesitated.

"What's the matter, Chris?" my English friend shouted.

"I dread getting sick here."

He gave me a paper with the headline "Certificado medico," and everything
was alright. Elian began grousing in Spanish.

"Hurry up!" Kyle interpreted. "He says they've spent all their welfare
payment for that health certificate so show them what they've been longing
for!"

Adventurous as I was, I took the chance. I unzipped my jeans, knelt down;
my knees sank into the stinking mud covering the concrete floor.

"What's her name?"

"Amorosa," he informed.

Amorosa was standing still while I intruded thru her outer and inner labia
into her wet cunt, turning down to her deep womb. When my hard prick grazed
her tender clit, she shook, and her vaginal muscles tightened, pressing my
shoving dick.

"Kyle, why didn't you make love to this pretty bitch," I groaned.

"I did," he answered. "Quicker!"

Fucking her ardently, I forgot the Madrilenian bums getting cockeyed by
watching me. Enrique even grabbed his penis and started masturbating. I
grasped her meager flanks, and then a wave of orgasmic contractions rushed
my body.

I was so done that I let my cock stay in her sheath like a dog expecting
his knot to shrink. Kyle mounted her following when I had withdrawn. I
leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Communion

I and Kyle were going on the old town's silent streets. Having finished our
stay at the Spanish center, we had taken a bus to the Andalusian city of
Almeria in which he had lived for a year.

"Kinda strange," I remarked, "we're stolling thru this peaceful town under
the starlit sky while my home's flooded time after time."

"Are you in earnest?"

"In dead earnest. Hardly had we guessed the worst was over, the cyclone
Eline started ravaging the land once more. Hundreds of people have already
died, and there's no improvement in sight," I sighed.

The compassionate conservationist inquired, "What about your fellows?"

"Thank the Lord they're safe and sound: Caesar's been evacuated to
Pretoria's zoo, and Leo's trying to save the other endangered animals."

"Do you feel guilty for not supporting them?" he asked.

I denied, "There's no room for self-reproaches. The first flood's shown we
can't control the force of nature; it's all in God's hand."

"I don't thinks so. Now let's change the subject. Our neighbors have told
me this morning that a mob of about five hundred angry farmers beat up a
couple of African immigrants in near El Ejido."

"You see," I deduced, "here're racists as in the United States, South
Africa, Austria and elsewhere. Mankind's used to fighting, and religion's a
way to reconcile. Pope John Paul the Second, for instance, has gone on a
pilgrimage to the Mount Sinai yesterday and met the Greek bishop Damianos."

"What does that have to do with war?" Kyle informed.

"The Catholic, the Protestant and the Orthodox Church have been discussing
the Lord's message for a too long time. As we're communing together right
now, communion's the first step towards peace, the reunification of
Christianity and the pacification with the Jews and the Muslims:"

He commented, "Let's hope so but insofar as I see as a heathen, the Pope's
the main reason for the division of the Christian Church, isn't he?"

"Though the Holy Father's the earthly head of Christianity to our mind, I'm
sure we Christians will surmount that hindrance as well," I predicted.

"Look!"

There came a beige Spaniel from a nearby side street.

My concerned companion starred into my blinded eyes and admonished, "I warn
you, Chris, that'll be a homeless stray."

When he lifted his hind leg to urinate, I noted his black purse dangling
loose.

"C'mon!" I urged.

Sticking my stiff cock into his greasy asshole, Kyle knelt down so that the
love-needing dog mounted him. Just before our common climax, two young
Spaniards passed us. My British friend growled to them in Spanish, and they
ran away.

"What have you said?"

He grinned, "I'm going to bite you."

The Rescue

Once come home from my refreshing vacation in Europe, I recognized the high
water had flowed off the Kruger National Park. Although Leo had given his
very best, it had been impossible to save all animals, and when he
reproached me for having made vacation while more than sixty of them had
drawned, I got a rather bad conscience. I realized I had let them down. To
make up for my shameful misdeed, I decided to risk my life for nature there
and then. I could not raise them from the dead but I was capable of
rescueing other animals needing help.

South Africa had already surmounted the ravaging catastrophe while
Mozambique was still flooded. Our air force was supporting our neighboring
state by twenty-eight military helicopters; Britain, Germany as well as
France would send further aid, and just my native country left the
Mozambiquean people alone.

Me and Leo hired the grateful rangers' patrol helicopter and flew to the
inundated Save Valley. Within the next three weeks, we rescued four hundred
and twenty endangered creatures. The biggest one we took to the national
veterinary station was a female zebra well advanced in pregnancy who bore
her cute foal in flight.

Several days afterwards, we were transporting a male coyote. He was in such
a nervous state that he started pissing in the expensive helicopter. I
immediately began sucking his wet sheath, swallowed his tasteless urine,
making him stop peeing cos his lean cock was stiffening. With a short, loud
screech, the temperamental coyote climaxed and spurted much more spicy cum
into my eager mouth than I had assumed.

Bringing back the dependable helicopter to its generous pilot, he was
astounded by the dried semen on the cleaned floor.

I pretended, "A mad critter's held me its mate."

Bestiality I To the Limit

The Pope excused for the historical misdeeds of the Catholic Church that
day. I welcomed his speech although it did not help me with the disaster I
was in. The flood had ravaged the land, my home was destroyed, thousands of
animals had died. Leo was a vet, rich enough to have his cottage
reconstructed while I had not those financial means for a new hut. I needed
some dough, and where could I get it? I remembered how much many I had
earned with Diversity. That was it. I would shoot Bestiality.

My suspicious buddy opposed, "Do you really mean to produce such an
animal-abusing film they trade on the Internet?"

"Leo, you're rebuking like Bill but it's okay that you vets insist on the
physical well-being, and to disprove your objection, I'll answer for the
morality," I assured.

"How will you market the movie?"

"Via the Web," I argued. "We'll make all the profit this time cos there's
no orderer taking ist proportion. Your only job will be to film me or vice
versa."

"No way, Chris, unless you gave me a certain incentive," he required.

"Ten per cent."

The cunning German haggled, "Twenty."

"Alright," I agreed.

We were standing in the blooming steppe.

Leo shouted, "Action!"

I turned on the big faucet. The strong zebra neighed when the cool water
began splashing into his tensed ass. His fleecy belly started bulging by
the mighty enema. Quart after quart was filling him up for more than a
minute. As about four gallons had squirted into him, he shuddered with
oppressive pain.

Having turned off the sharp jet, I pulled out the enormous hose and plugged
his puckered bumhole with my right hand, driving it into the shitty mass in
his enlarged gut. My left hand moved to his white underside and began
kneading his swollen stomach. A loud rumble sounded from inside. I rubbed
him harder. My stretched arm turned around like a huge spoon stirring a
thick mash. The poor animal, though, started cramping. I was sure he would
not stand the horrible pressure for long. With a final squeeze of his
tormented innards, I withdrew. A stinky sludge gushed out of his gaping
butthole two yards away. The bushed zebra broke down.

"Equal rights for everyone!" the excited cameraman persisted.

I caressed his feeble prick till he had regained enough strength to stand
up. The roused creature snorted and jumped at my brawny back. I fell on my
horny knees. His vast dick forced its tough way into my shivering body,
spreading my tight asshole wide. I cried out a bloody scream cos it was
ages since such a monstrous bastard had fucked me. But he had as little
mercy as I had had with him. The powerful zebra kept torturing my burning
bum to his ecstatic climax.

While his sticky cum was mixing with the rinning blood of my inner wounds,
I hoped my hellish agony would end then. Instead, he began spurting his hot
piss into my aching intestines. As it could not flow backwards, it flowed
forwards thru my defenseless body. My overwhelmed pylorus sprang open, and
his filthy fluid streamed into my gurgling stomach. I was feeling as if it
would burst at the next moment.

"The damn beast's killing me!" I yelled shortly before I fainted.

He did not. His violent cock retired abruptly. I was lying there for a long
time. His reeking pee was spouting out of my raped butt.

Bestiality II Faster, Harder, Stronger

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna fuck a whale," I stressed.

"You're mad!" he exclaimed. "Remember your former intercourses: once you
were almost crushed."

"I have a guardian angel."

Leo reproved, "You risk your life."

"For the billionth time," I quipped. "No risk, no fun."

"Pride goes before a fall."

"If you say so," I shrugged off.

"You can't satisfy it anyway," he indicated, "unless you'll crawl into its
ass."

"Lemme worry about that!" I hope you'll help me."

My true buddy affirmed, "I will."

It was pitch-dark all around us.

"I think we're not allowed to slip into Sea World," he admonished.

"That's right," I confirmed. "The night-watchman we've bribed has let us
in."

"But..."

"Be quiert! There they are," I hissed.

Leo began handling the infrared camera while I slunk to the stony edge fo
the spacious basin. The curious creatures came swimming at once so I
managed to stroke them. I put on the metal aqualung and dived in. They
started scanning me. I listened to their clicking sonar, hearing their
individual gender. A young female nudged my nude body. I admired her high
grace although I could not see her. Grazing along her smooth underside, I
touched her tender slit at last.

She began a loving song. I stretched my fond fingers and shoved them thru
her powerful lips into her smeary cunt. The peaceful orca shook in rising
lust. Whn I found her big, soft clit, I started kneading it. She froze. I
speeded up till I had rubbed raw her flabby flesh. Her ardent excitement
grew and grew without reaching a final orgasm cos I was just too small for
such a colossal whale. To fufill our common wish, however, I made a virtue
of necessity.

I took off the heavy equipment and strained both my brawny arms to spread
her flexible labia as wide as possible. My slim body slid thru. I was in
her gigantic vagina. She climaxed. I was going out of breath anyhow, and
her tightening msucles were squashing me. My guardian angel saved my
precious life. The aroused orca pressed me out like a newborn calf.

Bestiality III The King of Beasts

I was taking a bath in the Olifants. Some buffalos were grazing on the
fruitful bank, a family of hippos was sunning itself in the shallow water
nearby, several alligators were swimming thru the streaming river around me
but I did not mind cos I knew how to behave: just going with the flow. They
were ignoring me. I let myself float along sprouting nature as I let things
drift. My sore ass and my sore lungs had healed. I moaned, taking a deep
breath and plunging to the sandy ground For a single moment, I was diving
in godlike peace. When I rose to the glittering surface, I heard a rumbling
roar breaking the heavenly silence.

"Someone there?" I shouted.

No answer. I went on land. All kept quiet. I looked around, and turning
around my bare body, I saw it. What would you do if a colossal lion came
leaping towards you, its wild mane flying with the sweeping wind, its
deadly muzzle gaping wide? Would you hold still? Would you run away? I
not. The beast of prey scorching to me would not harm me. It was Caesar.

He jumped at my husky chest, knocking me down. A harsh pain tore thru my
tensed body. My convulsed gaze fell on his grim face over me. I saw his
dark throat; I saw his dazzling teeth, closed my gleaming eyes, started
licking his tasty tongue. The enticed cat returned and stuck it into my
sucking mouth. We kept kissing each other for more than an hour. Then he
let me stand up from the dusty ground so his swollen prick came into sight.

Without hesitating, I knealt down again, raising my enchanting ass. Caesar
could not withstand. I felt him licking between my hairy cheeks, grazing my
pulsating hole. The excited predator squatted down and began thrusting his
tremendous dick into my raw butt. I groaned. His sharp spines opened old
injuries. My strong sphincter started jerking, squeezing his hard shaft,
which caused him to climax. He yelled. His spurting cum cooled my bleeding
wounds.

I sprang up. Our horny looks met each other's, and everything was
alright. I rammed my stiff cock into his loose asshole, full of lust and
libido. There was no love like Caesar. He growled in a sudden flood of
sweet feelings. My tight nuts touched his hanging balls, pressing them
rudely. I speeded up and up and up till I cried out the twitching agony of
a violent orgasm. Both I and he broke down at the end of our tether.

"Cut!" a deep voice called from a close bush.

"Leo," I blamed, "have you made him fuck me here and now?"

He grinned, "No pain, no gain."

Business before Pleasure

I earned enough money to build a new blockhouse by selling Bestiality via
the Internet. Instead of resting, I did my job as on the good, old days.

Thousands of horny animals were gathering in the flowering savanna cos it
was the middle of the mating season. I killed two birds with one stone,
filming them grazing, chasing and mating. There was a young gazelle among
all those herds which attracted my attention. She was trying to arouse a
partner time after time but everyone avoided her for some reason. I began
forming an emotional relationship to her little by little though the prime
directive was not interfere into nature. Weeks passed without her having
found a fellow. I was longing for the moment I would approach her.

She was leaping towards my hide. I held my brath. If she discovered me, it
would be the end. She stopped nearby my location and flehmed. My smell must
have irritated her. It was time to reveal, and I revealed. She stood still,
wavering if she should flee or remain. I seemed to excite her somehow. She
was staring at me while I went to her step by step.

Uncountable ideas were rushing thru my brain. I was thinking about how I
could caress her best. She sniffed at my cock. That was it. I started
stroking her fond fur. The heaty gazelle raised her short tail, exposing
her alluring genitals. I had not seen such a cute cunt for ages. Her pink
lips were pulsating. I knealt down, spat on my hand, put it into her black
hole. She trembled. I opened my mouth and began licking her wet labia. She
panted. I sucked her small clit. Her tender body tensed. She whistled in a
shrill sound. My arm in her sweet ass, and my tongue tickling her flabby
clitoris was driving her crazy. I speeded up to give her a last kick. She
climaxed.

Chance would have it that my camera recorded our fucking. I will see what I
do with that work.

Offensive

"Come, baby, come!" I cried mad with burning lust.

He kept cumming, a sharp jet of juicy semen spattered into my sticky throat
with every twitching contraction of his beastly dick. I greedily swallowed
as much as I could even though my rumbling stomach was full of vicious
seeds. To get more and more excited, he lowered his tensed rump further
down to my sweating face. Having gulped another stream of sperm, his tasty
fountain ran dry, and my weary lovey was due to stand up, but I did not let
him go. Instead, I started sucking stronger while plunging my cutting teeth
into his touchy cock. He abruptly roared in unbearably agony. Despite his
hopeless writhing to wench himself out of my torturing bite, I tasted
nothing but the delicate blood dripping from his erectile tissue. Whatever
was going to happen, one thing was certain: I would never give up.

His desperated yells got ear-shattering when I intensified my rude sucking
to the utter limit. I was going to suck the damn soul out of his racked
body. To his final fortune, I did not need going so far cos Caesar climaxed
for the tenth time with a stunning scream.

Both he and me were at the end of our tether so that all we could do was
breathe hard. Rather bushed, my gasping lion squatted down onto my wet
face, farting loudly right into my flehming nose. Stinky crap spurted
against my hairy cheek, but that filthy smell made me hot, and I mean
hot. It was just the first day of the mating season so I would get enough
chances to fulfill my glowing desire.

I let him only a little while to recover before I began a new, lustful
attack, I started licking the brown rim of his fully relaxed butthole. Its
taste was godawful, but he growled arousedly. When I had cleaned the dirty
skin around his reeking arsehole, Caesar tried to rise joltingly and
without any clear reason as if something was urging him. Holding him tight,
however, I saw his plicate sphincter opening and a stenching piece of thick
shit bulging thru.

I got up on the spot and thrusted my seven-inch prick into the smeary mass,
plugging his gaping anus. He winced terrifiedly and cramped his rectal
muscles around my rigid penis. I was strainedly shoving it back and forth
in his crap-filled bum whereas my bust buddy pressed with his last ounce of
strength. At the moment as my creamy cum began mixing with his sticky shit,
he pushed my spasming dick out of his large asshole, and a hell of his
greasy excrements gushed onto my furry chest. I was looking like a muddy
pig, but by my fucking horniness, I did not mind.

Caesar needed his full strength to force the squeezed crap out of his sore
butt. His puckered arsehole was standing wide. I got a new idea: Instantly,
I stuck my middle finger into his shitty anus. He held his breath in
nervous expectation. I began turning my rough finger in his soft gut; my
fond fellow liked it. Then I pressed together all five fingers to a pointed
spike and penetated him further, his brawny body flexed, and when my bony
knuckles fought their narrow way thru, stretching his feline sphincter to a
tearing perimeter, he bawled wretchedly. But my flaming demand had no
mercy; I pushed my clenched fist forwards till my lean shoulder touched his
hanging ballsack. His six-inch-broad asshole was jsut bleeding when I
opened my brutish hand, felling his stirring muscles tensing and
loosing. It seemed as if his black hole was sucking my whole arm into the
gurgling gutts of my beautiful beast. With a sudden jerk, I pulled it out
of his tormented arse. He let out a last roar of excrutiating pain and
broke down in absolute weakness.

My fainted fucker lay there motionlessly for a sheer eternity. I wrapped my
tidy arm around his shaggy mane to kiss him forgivingly. Caesar opened hs
huge muzzle, and I laid my bare head between his deadly jaws. He snapped.

Hunters and Prey

I was running for bare life. Thick brush barred my arduous way. I pushed it
aside, gasping for stifling air. They were close to my raw heels. I heard
them rustling thru deep undergrowth. My strong heart was throbbing in my
tensed body bathed in cold seat. I looked on the left; I looked on the
right, seeing nothing but the green hell. It was just a matter of time till
the blood-thirsty prosecutors would trace out their defenseless victim. I
speeded up for dreadful fear of death. Leaping over a streaming creek, a
wide glade opened before my very eyes. I was saved.

The foggy moor lay there in peaceful silence. I walked out of the dark
jungle and began wading thru sticky mud. All I was listening to was my
splashing steps as a horrible creature sprang at my shuddering feet. They
had caught me.

The dark-green velociraptor stared at me straight with its flashing eyes. I
span around to burst back. There was a second one, and a third, and a
fourth; I was encircled. Nearer they came and nearer. My nude body froze,
my heart in my mouth. The greedy predators got so close that I felt their
hot breath. I closed my scared eyes, awaiting my imminent death.

A long while went by without their final attack. I opened them again, and
my aghast glance fell on the bloody killer's full rear. It raised its
skillful tail, uncovering its small anus and its tight cloaca. The desirous
dinosaur whistled with utter excitement.

I could not believe that she required me to mount her actually. My shaking
hands gripped her brawny thighs. Her graceful body relaxed. I breathed in
deeply and thrusted my stiff prick into her scaly slit. She twittered in a
shrill voice. Her tender vagina flexed.

I realized another aroused raptor behind me. His hard penis invaded right
into my free asshole. I moaned. He laid his scratchy claws on my bony
shoulders, wheezing. I was mating with two horny velociraptors.

His rude cock rubbed my touchy prostata faster and faster to a violent
orgasm. I started spouting my cool cum into the climaxing female. Her
relieved fellow withdrew from my sore butt. I heard him hissing. He opened
his mortal jaws and snapped at my hairy neck...

"Caesar's bite must've hurt you worse than I thought if you're having such
awry nightmares," Leo worried, dressing my wounded head.

"Not in the least," I contradicted, "they were so fond."

Shades of Jealousy

"Drive on, lombard!" I yelled, blowing the noisy horn.

As though I had stirred up a hornet's nest, the nobby Mercedes in front of
me hooted back, and the other stressed drivers joined in the chorus of
horns which proved once more it was no use fighting fire with fire. On the
other hand, I insisted that they clear the barred way. I and my reliable
rover which had just been sold by BMW were standing in a godawful jam. How
stupid had I been to go to Pretoria during the everyday rush hour? To pick
up Kyle at the international airport. Maybe he had already landed. I pulled
out my handy cellular to ascertain of my sexy idea and gave him a call but
his line was busy. What a shitty situation! I could no help
remaining. Those bungled Sunday drivers! Yet even I had not a license to
kill.

I was about to honk again but in lieu of dissing them, I said to myself,
"More haste, less speed."

And finally, the damn robot turned green. I tore on the straight highway
thru a good many pretty kraals to my distant destination. There was a
motley crowd on the spacious parking lot. I took off my silver shades to
recognize my angry buddy.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting here for ages."

"The fucking traffic, you know?" I moaned.

"I see," Kyle commiserated. "Nice to meet you."

"The same to you. Get into!"

I drove us to my unpretentious blockhouse.

The rangy ranger commended, "Your new hut's really homely."

"What?" I blazed up. "I chose the best timber to... do you mean homey?"

"It's homlike. Where's Catty?"

"She's been murderered," I answered.

He continued, "And Cesar?"

"Also dead."

"All dead?" Kyle frowned. "Who's alive yet?"

I settled, "Be as it may, where shall we go tonight? To the saloon, to the
disco, to the bioscope?"

"Where?"

"To the biosc... to the cinema, you know?" I made clear.

"To be honest," the halting Britain muttered, "I'd like to ask you that we
visit the lions."

"Caesar's out, sorry. He'll be seeking for a heaty mate. Though, we can
drive to Leo's."

I led him to the nearby cottage of the sleeping vet who, once woken up, let
us into the fenced raising station.

I introduced, "This's the young breed of our endangered species. We'll set
them free when they're old enough. Look over there! That's Cesarea,
Caesar's mother. She was near at her time as she got hurt while
hunting. Leo had to perform a Cesarean operation. They're all fine
now. We'll care for her and her four cubs till her complete recuperation."

His shining eyes widened.

"We might as well make love to her if you desire to," I suggested.

"You first."

I began. The watchful lioness did not let me out of her bright sight. I
unlocked the iron gate and entered her large enclosure. She knew me too
well which served my blissful life. I knealt down. Cesarea lifted her long,
lean tail. I seized her velvety flanks, stuck my hard prick into her tight
cunt.

"Chris," he sighed. "I envy you."

"Why?" I panted, shoving back and forth.

"You lead a lighthearted life."

I hinted, "Appearances are deceptive cos all you see's my rare spare
time. Comparing your residence in paradise with mine, I grudge you here and
there... yeah!"

I climaxed. She roared likewise.

"Shall I then?" the doubtful environmentalist stammered. "Perhaps I ought
to do it tomorrow."

"C'mon!"

Barely had he approached her, the savage predator started hissing at
him. Kyle stood back.

"She's smelling your cold sweat. You should try her later indeed," I
acceded.

"I want you to know..." he stuttered.

I looked up.

"I love you."

Withstand

"I love you as well."

He smiled.

"Even though it may be another kind of affection than you fancy," I
explained.

Kyle suspected, "What do you mean?"

"I love Caesar, God, Leo, my fellow-men..."

"That's all very well," he dismissed, "but what about us?"

"I can't, and I ain't wanna be your boyfriend. The Lord forbids
homosexuality," I indicated.

"The Bible condemns zoophilia too."

"God knows how I love his creatures, and that's where I draw the line. I'd
not ever marry to an animal," I countered, hitting his sore point.

"I appreciate," the disillusioned ranger cried, "I've been such a fool to
fall in love with you."

Those had been his last words before he left. Love makes blind. I have
broken his heart though I will pray that our friendship endure.

Telling you this story, I am sitting at my desk, a pen in my right hand,
writing it on a white leaf. Caesar whom I am stroking with my left hand is
squatting next to me. I am flying to Europe this evening for a religious
reason. The wheather gets hotter every day cos the dry season has begun.

It is time to have a drink. I lay away my script and kneel down. He rises
with anticipation. I crawl to his slack ballsack, sucking his august
nuts. His hard prick swells. I lick it. My lovey climaxes. I swallow his
fresh cum.

Cheers!

Poetry IV

I will tell you the seven romantic love poems I wrote in lonely nights on
my blissful pilgrimage thru Spain in April 2000. They are about love,
longing, lust and loneliness. I dedicate them to Caesar. To make my foreign
readers understand their poetical message, I asked Kyle and Leo to
translate them into Spanish and German.

Holy Pilgrim

The moon, a white disk, In the sky of such a starlit night, That
illuminates me with brisk And the country with true light.

I'm a holy pilgrim on Saint Jack's Route >From the Pyrenees to Santiago de
Compostela; Whatever happens to me and my suit, I'll go further to my
fella.

Day after day, I've wandered this way For more than four weeks; Never I've
stopped to mount any stray, Always I've followed my fortune which seeks.

It's been a hard time Of solitary and sadness, But I'm fine Without the
least shade of madness.

I reach my mission's destination, It's raining on and on; Closing my
investigation, I get aware of what I've won.

My Caesar

You're my light in darkness, You're my shield in bareness, You're my
redeemer from afar, You're my Caesar.

I love you more than anyone else on Earth, I was the first one you saw at
your birth, I've nothing I don't share, I swear you I'll be there.

You've got the spirit to make me mad, I care for you like your dead dad,
You're and stay the king of beasts, I'll not ever dis you in the least.

You've saved my life so many times, I'm crazy about feeling your spines;
Your mane, your balls, your golden hair, My sole wish is to lay it bare.

We're a dream team Forming a strong stream, We'll live toegether Till the
end of our tether.

Pretty Girl

When I saw you at the station, Could you feel my first sensation?  I truly
fell in love with you While asking you, "How do you do?"

They call you Cecilia, what a graceful name!  Like a river of love thru the
world of shame, And you've mexican, I'll visit you if I can.

We talked about so many things; I touched your hands, your precious rings;
You kissed me much; four, five, six, seven; I was just in seventh heaven.

Finally, you gave me a sheet, Your number with loving words to greet Before
you went away from me, ever since it doens't let me be.

I can't sleep, nor can I wake Without thinking of your clear face that will
make Me pray to the Lord for fulfilling my mere desire That I meet again
your heart of fire.

Cruel Art

Noise, euphoria, sun and shadow In the arena of Madrid, Here comes the star
from a far meadow Of whom they all wanna get rid.

The strong bull is entering, His invincibility has the effect That his
balls are swinging when he steps in, Everything seems to be perfect.

A matador armed to his teeth Begins torturing his doomed victim, He takes
his sword out of his sheath To do his job, to kill him.

His final cry goes to the sky Before he dies; Though cursing is a futily
try, I dare to rise.

Too many people love this bloodbath To enjoy the utter, godless thrill;
They don't fear anybody's wrath, Nor do they know it's a work of the devil.

Lost Love

It's just six o'clock, And the sun is rising; I'm still struck by the shock
That you've been disguising.

I married to you four years ago, We were a family, you know?  But time went
by, and so I guess it was nothing less than a poor show.

You've gone, gone far away Although I wanna hold you now So there's nothing
more to say Than I've gotta find you somehow.

Leaving the house, I look on the right Cos it seems as if it's you; Though
there's nobody in sight, Your eyes are shining thru.

Thank God, I see you down the street Chatting with a guy I've never met; I
fall down to your tender feet And make you get outta your pet.

My Guy

We're lying in bed, Hand in hand, body to body, The world around us is
turning red, Making love to you in the study.

I kiss you thruout from top to toe, Stick my hard prick into your husky
hole; Taking you is the best show With the strong smell of your shitty
sole.

And indeed, you're exciting me much, Open your mouth, close your eyes,
Gimme now your tender touch Start caressing me more till I rise.

Suck me, lick me, fuck me With all your godforsaken force; Step by step,
you set me free >From my darkest, sexual source.

I cry to heaven at my climax, An orgasm of violence; Let's go then to the
nearby Imax To move on with the same sense.

Heavenly Queen

I'm crying an ocean of tears With your picture in my hand That frees me
from my fears Cos I wish you were my friend.

You're a heavenly queen, Ruling a divine empire, When he died, it could've
been You made him fall down the spire.

Listen up now, I'll admit I'm afraid to reveal my true love; Believe it or
not a little bit, You're as cute as a white dove.

It's high time to fly to your palace Lying upwards in eternal heaven >From
a book by Edgar Wallace Who wrote it in Saint Devon.

Be it as it be, that's enough, My strength is coming out; Even though it's
really tough, I'll start without any doubt.

You Are Caesar

He welcomed me as I came back from my pilgrimage. Those four weeks had
changed me. God had blessed my soul. I was a new man.

It was Wednesday midday. I had spent all morning with Leo who was glad to
see me again after such a long time. The sun was shining bright on the
savanna. I was standing at the window looking thru at Caesar dozing in my
blockhouse's shadow. His husky body was lying on the sandy ground, his
large chest rising and falling, his graceful tail stretched out. I cast a
glance at his slack ballsack, adoring each of his huge nuts. They roused my
lust.

I went out and knealt down next to him. He kept quiet. I opened my
hand. Five fingers began kneading them. His heavy testicles loosened
fully. Their soft tissue melt in my palm. I enjoyed that feeling so
much. My lovey took a deep breath, springing up. I wondered what would have
excitecd him. It was me. He growled in a violent voice, and I obeyed. His
sharp teeth closed around my neck while his spiny prick slid into my
asshole.

I moaned, "You're Caesar."

Nutcracker

"Why are you so keen on balls?"

"You've hit my sore point," I confessed. "I like them as you're fond of
teats."

"It's a fetish, isn't it?" he deduced.

"It's not a fetish. If I were a fetishist, I couldn't have sex without
it. Nuts's nothing less than my preference cos I prefer making love to an
animal with them."

Leo kept on concluding, "Are you into lions as they've got such a large
purse?"

"You're wrong again," I grinned. "I love them for their pride, their
strength, their grace and for their testicles as well. Don't you enjoy
watching a striding lion's big balls swaying up and down?"

"I do so. Of course, I can't help admitting they're pretty erotic, but
there's something else to point out, too: I'd rather compare their nuts
with other species. Every male mammal's got a scrotum, and a dog's
differentiates from a stallion's. To get back to felines, I'll tell you I'm
most interested in their physiological developement which is similar to us
men: a cub's testicles are as tiny as a baby's, but when he comes into
puberty, and gets a mane, they begin growing to the stately size you
adore."

"Alright, let's turn to practice before we get too theroretical," I
terminated and opened the rising station's solid gate Caesar was lying in
front of.

My German buddy did not response anything but shutting and locking it. I
bent down beside him, lifted his husky hind leg. He rolled over on his
broad back. I used both my middle finger and my forefinger as a pair of
scissors to fix his slack ballsack. His abdominal muscles tensed up. I took
them into my greedy mouth and started sucking them with an incredible
lust. Caesar growled. I chewed them a bit with my cautious teeth pressing
them more or less. My skilled tongue caressed his melting nuts
likewise. How soft they got when I squeezed them once so hard that he
received a violent climax.

Caesar, You Did It

Though the fruitful mating season was near to end, he had not gotten a
willing lioness yet. The young mate Caesar had had last year had just found
a healthy lion. They avoided him for his physical handicap. My lovesick
buddy, however, was in a really bad state. I did my very best to excite
him, but I could not give him his specific destination. To help him obtain
a heaty predator, did not come into reasonable consideration cos I had
gotten aware of that I was not allowed to interfere into original
nature. Everything seemed as if Caesar would not mate in this imponderable
year.

Appearances are deceptive. On a cloudy morning, I heard him roaring over
the wide wilderness. What happened? I hasted out of my new blockhouse and
did not believe my delighted eyes. Caesar was lying next to Gratia. I had
seen her once with Bill. She was a seven-year-old lioness from the National
Park's far south. God knew why she had had gone the long way. It did not
matter anyhow. They had fallen in hot love.

I hurried back to take my documentary equipment. When I returned, Caesar
and Gratia had already stood up. I did not dare approach them any further
as they might have responsed unpredictably aggressive. After I turned on my
film camera, I watched them mate.

She stepped ahead, he on her noiseless heels. Her lean tail raised. My
aroused lovey began flehming. Her sexual scent made him mad. Gratia
stopped, lay herself down. Caesar squatted down behind her. I zoomed on her
relaxed cunt, her pink lips being spread by his swollen prick. He thrusted
in and out. His slack balls swang back and forth. I hardly managed to
withstand their most erotic fuck. Her violent snarl woke me up from my
enticing daydream. My fond fellow jumped away while his climaxing mate
rolled over, springing up as well. They licked clean their sore genitals
and recovered for a little while till their following intercourse.

"Caesar, you did it," I lauded.

More Mare

Horses are noble animals. I admire their grace. They have got the unique
ability to cover their erotic rear with ttheir bushy tail. Their genitals
are irresistable.

Though I had got much experience in felines, I had too little in equines. I
was sorry. The problem was that there were few of them around me. I had to
do anything about it.

To fill in my shameful gaps, I drove to Richard Tshane, a renowned breeder
in the western Park. I pretended to be looking for a heaty mare for a
made-up rising project. He rejected at first, but when I added Leo had told
me to do so, he led me to Alice at once. She was his best horse, and she
was in utter heat.

"You may check her," Richard allowed. "I'll see you later."

"Take your time," I thought watching him haste out of the large corral.

Alice and I were alone. She came trotting to the wooden fence to sniff at
me. Neither of us knew how to behave. I began stroking her velvety forehead
bent down to my lifted hand. She seemed to gain my true trust. I petted her
husky neck, her bristly mane. The young thoroughbred gazed at me with her
twinkling eyes. I opened the shut gate, walked into the wide paddock.

She shrunk back uncertain of my rapid movement. I slowed down. Step by
step, I neared her. Alice took new heart. She did not draw away any further
but stayed standing there at the same place.

I touched her again. Her snow-white fur felt like a soft cushion of lush
moss. I grazed backwards along her gray-spotted flanks. The strung mare
turned around her pretty head glancing at me in agitated anticipation. Her
stringy tail rose up.

My overstrained mind started swooning with the bewitching sight of her
black ass, her black cunt. I loved her. She flashed, she pissed,. I got a
stunning notion of her hot scent. Breathing it thru my flehming nostrils
into my unfolding lungs, I became horny enough to begin.

Her puckered butthole pulsated. My finger, my hand, my arm slipped
in. Alice trying to loose cramped. I sensed the pleaseant warmth within her
hot body. Her strong sphincter tightened around my upper arm close to my
tensed sholder. My skillful fingers started tickling her touchy
innards. Her handsome lips spread apart. A stinking stream of yellow urine
splashed out.

It was an evident sight of her high arousal. I let my lean limb buried in
ropy horse crap, separated her swollen labia. Her pink clit came in
sight. I licked it. She began shuddering. I got mad and drove her crazy .

The caressed animal approached her ultimate orgasm. I could not permit
it. Not yet. I stopped sucking her wet pussy, withdrew my shitty arm. My
bare feet sank into the steaming piss puddle, my hard cock slid into her
smooth cunt. It rubbed her tender clit till she neighed. I and Alice
reached a vehement climax.

The Girl of My Dreams

I took a relieving breath. She was lying in my strong arms holding her
tight. I was sheltering her. She had been overpowering.

Her nude body cuddled mine. I felt her loving warmth making me hot. She
began stroking my hairy chest. I worshipped her tender hands that grazed up
and down my touchy thorax. My total devotion was meant for her. I gripped
them with my horny hands, clasped her gracile fingers with mine and prayed
to her godlike soul. I turned around, gazed into her sparkling blue
eyes. She glanced back. We were one.

The heavenly sight of her angelic face enlighted my blissful mind. Her
sleek, fair hair framed her colored cheeks. My mooning look fell on her
pointed nose, on her pale-red lips. I kissed them. My wriggling tongue
wound its smooth way into her wet mouth in which it touched hers. I
withdrew. She sank into the fleecy mattress.

My flaming affection drove me on. I started licking her peaky chin and over
her long throat down to her throbbing heart. She seized my husky hips. I
encircled her petite breasts, sucked her hard nipples. She squeezed my
loose rear. I was due to give her a magic climax.

"Take me one more time," she purred into my sharp ears.

Her sweet voice echoed in my dreaming head. I woke up with her pretty
picture in front of me. Was it just an imaginary immage? Not in the
least. I knew her too well.

She was twenty-five years old, four years younger than me. Her hight was
five feet. She was as lean as me and dainty. I had met her five times in my
Texan hometown. I was in love with her. She inspired me too write this
romantic poem the same morning.

Dreamgirl

I had a dream
Of a certain girl,
We were a team
And made a wild whirl.

She was lying beside me
Stroking my husky chest,
I turned around to see
How she did her best.

We were of the same mind
Looking into each other's eyes,
She smiled at me so very kind,
It neared the time to rise.

As I came back from dreamland
With a heavenly feeling,
I woke up in the end,
Stared at the white ceiling.

The beauty burned herself into my head,
I remember her hands, her hair, her face,
She'll stay there till I'm dead
Cos I won't ever forget her grace.

(c) CeTe