Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2010 15:28:08 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Engaged to an Elephant, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts        Bestiality

The next two days I settled into my routine of tending the
cleanliness of the area (Shit shoveling) and kept Herman clean
without getting him sexually excited...no small task with that
horny tusk boi.

Apparently Herman had finally gotten over his pique over my
sexual activity that night and he resumed making nice to me.  He
flirted outrageously.  How does an elephant flirt?  He winked, he
waggled his trunk suggestively, he lifted one leg seductively.
It was quite a show and I was careful not to acknowledge it.  But
finally the big guy took action and I was helpless to prevent it.

As I was holding his feeding bucket, he suddenly wrapped his
trunk around me.  I was stuck, I couldn't move.  Then deftly he
pulled my tee shirt up and over my head, leaving me bare on top.
Then only stopping a moment to tweak my nipples and making me
sigh, he, in one, motion, ripped open my Levi button fly jeans
and pushed them down my legs, leaving me in my boxer shorts.  His
trunk nudged the fly opening and then slipped in.

This was rape!  I called for help but everyone was in the chow
tent for supper.  He was enjoying himself, sort of humming and
showing his big tongue.

That trunk got hold of my cock and slipped over the head like an
enormous foreskin.  Then he did something with the inside end of
his trunk that felt like the time I tried sex with the milking
machine.

My legs would have totally collapsed except for his tight hold on
me.  His fabulous blow job was beginning to have an effect on me.
I was murmuring with the sounds of a baby on the breast.  This
began to escalate to a full blown moan.

Meanwhile he was getting into the sexy mood also.  He began a
funny mewling sound and I could see that his penis was in sight
and firm.  Oh that oral ministrations.  I had never and will
never have a better blows job.  The was..well...elephantine.  I
felt my balls drawing up real hard.  I was going to nut like
never before.  Somehow, something made me reach for his long
schlong and I confess that as he brought me to a supreme climax,
I wanked him to completion.

I flooded his trunk, he shot a big puddle on the floor.  I patted
his trunk and he limply pulled it back, turning the end toward
his mouth and sucking out my cum.  This was a grotesque
experience, but what a cum!  I think I emptied out enough spooge
so that it would be a week needed to restock my balls.

I pulled up my jean and put on my tee shirt just in time.  The
little ring master was saying in his stentorian voice, "Hey kid,
the boss wants to see you right away in his office."

What did Mr. Jeffers want?  It could be that someone caught me
and Herman doing the nasty, but no, it was something entirely
different.

He tilted his chair back and put both hands on his big belly and
pontificated.  "Chase my boy, I am pleased with your work."  I
thought to myself (yeah, so it Herman).  "I'm going to promote
you.  No more cleaning the animal cages, no sir, you are going to
be our new ring announcer.  Walker's got an offer to join another
circus."

"I won't be taking care of Herman?  He'll miss me."

"Well, don't worry about that.  He carried on when his last
trainer left, you'd think they were lovers."  He laughed
uproariously.

I went back to Herman's quarters and began folding up my cot.  I
will now be sleeping in my own private cubicle.  Herman's no
dope, he knew right away what was going on.

He gave out three loud bleeps and began to act cute, as if this
would change my mind.  He sat on his haunches and waved his big
feet at me.

"Herman, friend and sometimes lover, I have to say goodbye.
You're a big boy, you'll get over it.  I think they have a nice
girl, Mary Ann who's going to take over for me."

Herman snorted.  I guess to swung only one way.

I patted him on the head and walked out slowly. I swear I saw
tears running down his face.  He was sad.  It was my fault.  One
should not play with the emotions of a gay elephant.


End of story