Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 11:22:07 EST
From: Chris <CeTe@gmx.li>
Subject: CeTe's Zoostories I - Chris

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CeTe's Zoostories I - Chris

Chris is a born zoo: clever, fearless, romantic. Working as a wildlife
photographer, he leads an adventurous life in the wilderness with countless
diverse animals and a fond lion.

Cesar and Me

Hi, I am Christian Tenner and a wildlife photographer, living lonely in
South Africa's Krueger National Park. My job is to document and to
photographe the wildlife around me, but I have specialized in big cats
within the past few years. Despite my knowledge and my experience with
them, I had an incredible encounter two months ago. Thus, there is a lion
I've called Cesar, a stately male lion to whom I have a special
relationship.

One day, I was observing him and his pride of three lionesses and six
cubs. I knew, it was a special event, cos one of the lionesses was in heat,
so I neared her to photograph the maiting.

Somehow, I might have made a noise, though, halfway though their copulation
Cesar raised his head disturbedly, left his mate and came toward me
straightaway. I was afraid, he would kill me, instead, that happened.

Standing behind me, he jumped on my back and roared ear-shatteringly. His
sharp cock touched my sensitive anus and penetrated me, causing a little
pain, a rather stimulating one.

Then Cesar reached his orgasm, his semen streamed into me, and I felt our
absolute unification. As fast as it had begun, it ended, when he withdrew
his penis.

Luckily, it was mating season, and I was his new mate.

Cesar's Mate I

Hi, it's me again, Chris Tenner. Let me tell you my yesterday's experience.

It was the last day of Terry's heat. Terry is a lioness and the partner of
the proud lion Cesar. Simultaneously, it was also my last chance to be
mounted by him, cos I had been Cesar's mate for the entire mating season.

All I had to do, was to get a little bit of Terry's vaginal secretion by
accompanying the local vet across the Kruger National Park of South
Africa. I pretended to need that for my current documentation "The Mating
Behavior of the Lion."

As soon as I had rubbed in her secretion between my buttocks, I took my
camera and slunk to Cesar's pride. When I arrived, he was mating Terry
passionately. Filming the scene, I imagined being her at that moment. My
dream should come true much ealier than expected.

Suddenly, Cesar roared turning his majestic head into my direction. Was he
smelling me? He was.

Although I was lying hired in high grass, he discovered me instantly.
Prettily excited, I lowerred my shorts to give him direct access to my
desiring rear.

Without hesitating, Cesar bent over me and penetrated my anus lustfully.
Once inside me, he raised his tempo more and more: in and out - my God!

All may feelings were conctrated on my stimulated butthole. The tiny spines
of his penis rubbed intensely against the inside of my bowels; the
resulting sensation made me reach my orgasm. But he carried on: faster,
harder, stronger. Each of my ergenous zones was being highly stimulated:
rectum, sphincter, prostata and my testicles, struck by his heavy balls
with each penetration.

After nearly ten seconds of ecstasy, Cesar came to his climax, shooting his
hot sperm deep into me. I could not squat any longer and collapsed under.

The mating season is over now, but our relationship continues.

Cesar's Mate II

Yesterday, after telling you my last mating experience, I urgently set out
to watch a number of antelopes, crossing my area. While filming them, I
thought at Cesar, dreamed away.

All of a sudden, I got scared terribly; something was roaring close to
me. I turned around and saw Cesar, standing behind me.

He roared louder and broke down. On his back gaped a horrible wound.
Certainly, I concluded immediately, what had happened to him: another male,
stronger than him, must have attacked his pride; both lions fought, Cesar
got hurt and lost his family. I regretted him.

Then I ran to my rover, calling the vet. Fortunately, he diagnosed that
Cesar's injury was not so bad, and we took him to the vet's lodge.
Afterwards, I had lunch with him, and we talked awhile.

Tonight, though, I was a little worried about Cesar, but instead of phoning
the vet, I directly drove to his estate. The poor animal had been
anaesthetized and was sleeping deeply in an enclosure. He had visibly
gotten much better than that morning I had met him. Lying the motionlessly,
he looked so cute, so attractive.

Silently, I sat down. His backside was in front of me and those huge balls
as well. I could not resist, touched them tenderly, caressed them, rolled
them in my palms. They felt wonderful, like touchy creatures, so to speak.

In the meantime, I noticed his cock swelling. I did erect it. Naturally, I
desired to caress it too, and is there a better method than fellatio?

So I lowered my head down to his erect penis and stimulated it as well as I
could. In the end, I tasted his thick cum, enjoying that unique moment. At
the same time, I heard him purring quietly, but it seemed like groaning.to
me.

As my own stimulation had been growing for the whole time, I lubricated my
cock with my saliva and inserted it lovingly itnto his anus. Despite the
anaesthesia, his rectal muscles were working and squeezed my penis
forcefully.

Never I had thought, that I would be able to mount a feline. That was my
sexual and emotional climax.

"Alright there?" someone shouted thru the darkness.

"Alright, doc," I confirmed, smiling.

The Whaleshower

This is the story of the whaleshower, one of the oddest occurrances of my
life.

It was in summer 1999. I had been instructed to produce a documentary about
the mating behavior ot the blue whale that nobody else had filmed before.

Initially, I wondered, why they had chosen me, an unknown wildlife
photographer. They explained, they counted on me because of my
prize-winning work "The Mating Behavior of the Lion." I felt honored.

Consequently, I left my South African home, proceeded to Cap Town, where I
embarked on board an exploring ship for the Antarctic Sea.

During the long expedition, I missed the wilderness with its animals and a
certain lion called Cesar...

At the eleventh day, we arrived at our destination. There was a family of
blue whales, passing the cold season, feeding for their way back, mating.

To realize my creation, I had to drive. Once in the icy water, the
glittering underwater world enchanted me immensely.

Then came the whales: two males and a female. I heard them singing, my head
got full of their echeos.

At once, the female expressed a penetrative sound, and the whales opened
their fight for her.

Gigantic. Two blue whales, the biggest creatures on earth, were battling,
pushing each other, till one won, and one lost. The winner was allowed to
mate her, whereas the loser dived into the dark depth.

The mating began. The male's enormous penis erected, seeked for the
female's genital slit, penetrated it. Both nestled together and perservered
in that extraordinary situation.

Half an hour later, the happening ended, the female whale got loose, dived
away. And I, I got it.

By documenting their copulation, I had been jealous of her; then, I desired
to get him too. I neared him. His erotic organ was still erect: three
meters of dark-red, stiff flesh.

As I reached it, I massaged its top. The colossus reacted instantaneously,
singing a melodious song.

Who would believe it? I was having sex with a blue whale!

After a while of human stimulation, he cummed. At the next moment, a white
mixture of water and sperm surrounded me; I was taking the whaleshower.

That was my chance. Hastily, I put off the mouthpiece of my aqualung and
opened my mouth to swollow as much cum as possible. A whale of semen filled
my throat, my stomach. I enjoyed it.

When the thick cloud dissolved, I perceived another huge body beside me;
the female had returned. My goodness, she was going to crush me!

At the last moment before my imminent death, I saw her slit, put in my arm
desperately.

She stopped. Utterly excited, I penetrated her vehemently. While she was
singing her orgasmic melody, I took that new opportunity to insert my cock
into her. Therefore, I came to my climax as well.

After the whaleshower, I cummed into the female blue whale.

Diversity I Surmounting

How do you do? I am fine, thanks. Since I know that Bill is a zoo too, our
friendship has been improving esentially.

My last order has been "The Mating Behavior of the Blue Whale" that has
impressed the orderers, especially the scene of the whaleshower. Some of
them seem to be zoos like us, cos they sent me a message, asking for a
zoomovie "On Safari."

Fundamentally, I consented, but on my conditions. They agreed. Now I am
orderered to shoot the film. Although I have not finished it yet, I am more
than optimistic after that beginning.

I intended to use diverse animals in order to create a work of diversity.
Bill protested, cos he feared, I could abuse them. I suggested to assist me
and to watch over my action. He refused again on the basis of his nightmare
with the monkeys. Finally, though, I managed to persuading him.

As I am the better cameraman, I filmed, he acted. We began with
lions. Being mated by Cesar, Bill started enjoying his role.

Thereupon, I inquired, "Are you ready for a bigger one?"

He affirmed promptly, not knowing, what I meant.

The next day, he was standing under a male elephant.

"Have a nice shower," I wished him, while masturbating the four-foot-long
penis.

He looked at me misunderstanding, when a lot of sperm already squirted
against his face.

We went to a herd of zebras. Bill picked out a male and caressed him.
Seeing his horze-sized cock, he got scared.

"Er... do you really want me to...?"

I nodded. Hesitantly, he inserted the mighty thing into his anus, cried
out. In further pain, the zebra pushed his whole penis into him.

He shouted, "Damn good, man, like an inner massage."

As the male came, he groaned.

"Chris," he requested, "I wanna have some active fun."

"You wanna some fun? You're gonna have some fun!"

There was a female chimp within Bill's enclosure. She had been hurt by a
big cat, but she was already recovered approximately. My friend, however,
was still anxious.

"Don't worry, she's harmless and in heat anyhow. Go to her, fondle her,
mate her!"

Walking to her, kneeling down, licking her swollen pussy, he surmounted his
angst and penetrated her. His subsequent orgasm made me horny; I looked
forward to my turn.

Diversity II Contrasts

For the next part of "On Safari," I wished to change some things: firstly,
I took turns with Bill; secondly, I seeked for a new challenge, till I
found one: a rhino.

"Are you sure of copulating with a rhino?" the vet informed doubtfully.
"Shan't we look for an smaller species?"

I negated and prepared for my life's biggest cock.

Just when we were slinking to a drinking rhino, a ferret crossed our way.
Forthwith, I told Bill to turn on the camera, seizing it carefully. The
ferret opposed, till I began fondling its furry body. It held still.

My stroking hands reached ist genitals, and I discovered, it was a male.
Feeling his sofr, tender nuts, excited me extremely. In cautiousness, I
took them inside my mouth to make possible for him to sense my honest love.

He sqeaked silently, as my lips enclosed his balls, and my tongue gently
rubbed over his scrotum's hairy skin. Suddenly, I came across a pliant
thing above his testicles, his penis. At first, I tasted some bitter urine,
but after licking it off, there was only his delicious, salty, creamy cum.
I sucked him out. What a pleasure!

Bill propsed, "Now you've been amusin' with your little lover, so we can go
then?"

"On the contrary, my old friend, I'm gonna continue with the rhino."

Self-confidently, I massaged the giant's sheath. His big cock appeared, and
how big it was! Much broader than a human arm at least. I lay down to stick
that vast organ into my rectum.

Pain. My bowels extended terrificly. By that stimulation, the rhino started
pushin.

More Pain. Additionally, he commenced cumming; liters of his juice flooded
me like an enormous enema. The pressure got intolerable. God, redeam me!

He did, made the rhino retire his penis, whereupon his semen shot out of my
enlarged anus in a long jet.

Grinning, Bill commented, "You know, that which doens't kill us, makes us
stronger."

Diversity III The More the Better

The following morning, I had had recovered from the torture of the
preceding day, as someone knocked at my cabin's door. There was beauty of a
woman, greeting,

"Hi, I'm Caroline Ford from Ford Company. I'm your orderer and wanna take
part in my film. By the way, you can call me Carol."

"Hi, Carol..." I was speechless.

Carol was mad. She had traveled thousands of miles only to participate in
"On Safari," requiring to termiante wih an orgy. I recommended coyotes.

"And how many do you want?" I asked.

"The more, the better," she answered.

However, thanks her madness, we should get the best end you can imagine.

The same evening, we were waiting for the coyotes. I was handling the
camera, Bill was holding the projector, and Carol was naked.

We heard a howl; the coyotes were coming. They smelled the nude woman on
the ground, growled. She growled back, gripped one of them and put him
under her. Besides, she grasped two other males.

It was a peculiar image: Carol was being mounted threefoldly: anally,
vaginally, orally, shook by one climax after another. Each of them was
having a lot of fun.

That was the zoomovie.

Excitation

You are standing in the middle of the wide steppe, surrounded by thick, dry
grass to the far horizone. In the background, you see high mountains under
the blue, cloudless sky. The sun is burning at your skin, you feel the
enhancing heat, sweat runs down your body. You look at yourself, and to
your utter shock, you recognize, you are naked.

Before you are able to realize your embarrassing situation, something focus
your attention. You watch the thicket moving on your right. Abruptly, it
reveals. You are scared. Sharp teeth, clawed paws, orange fur, mighty mane:
it is a lion.

In desperation, you estimate your possibilities: flight or perserverance.
It is futile, you cannot escape. You hold still, expecting your inevitable
death.

Frightful moments pass away, but nothing happens. Instead of killing you at
once, the lion sniffs at you intensively, walks around you. While
encircling, you look down, noticing the animal's considerable testicles,
large, round balls.

Directly behind you, he stops, rises and springs at your back. You fall on
your knees, sharp claws stab into your touchy skin. The lion roars so
loudly that your ears are deaf. Then you sense his teeth biting into your
neck; he is going to devour you, you think.

Suffering the pain of your bleeding wounds, you get excited by countless
tiny spines grazing your tight anus. You guess, this is his spiny penis,
penetrating you.

How arousing it feels! Your sphincter is being widened, the big, rough cock
intrudes into your rectum.

And all of a sudden, you get aware that he does not want to kill you, but
to mate you. Although you wonder, why he is doing this, you do not know
it. All you know is, he is fond. His jaws are holding you carefully, his
penis is moving sensationally, he raises your excitation to an approximate
climax.

You close your eyes, flex all your muscles euphorically, press his swollen
cock.

In a wild orgasm, he roars satisfiedly, pumping his seed from his full
balls into your empty bowels. As you open your eyes, the lion has gone.

Dangerous

Oh, boy, yesterday, I met a guy. Do you know him? However, he told me, he
had been mated by a lion, Cesar maybe. That remained me of a dangerous
issue long time ago.

At that time, I had been photographing a herd of hippos at the river
Olifants close to Phalaborwa. It had been an amusing week by those portly
animals.

The last day, I was going to intercourse with one of them as a culmination
of my laborious work. I exactly new of my hazard's danger, but I thought,
no risk, no fun.

The hippos were resting in the water, when I waded to them nakedly. I
picked out a lonely female. To test her reaction, I inserted my arm into
her large vagina. Without intending, I aroused her immediately, so she
tightened her rear muscles, squeezing my arm. I groaned, but in pain.

As she relaxed a little, I pulled it out, making room for my penis. Her
following contraction squeezed likewise, however, I enjoyed it. During five
minutes, her powerful cunt pressed my relatively weak cock stronger and
stronger, building up an unbearable excitement I unloaded in a cumming
orgasm.

I had hardly recovered from my prodigious climax, when a furious male came
running toward me, his mouth widely opened. Nimbly, I dived into the muddy
water, before being crushed by the hippo.

I have had so much luck in that situation, that I will thank my guardian
angel for all times.

Power and Passion

I was walking across the steppe, looking out for Cesar, as I heard a far
roaring about two miles away. What was that? I disquieted. Had something
happened to him?

Concernedly, I ran to that place, whereon the lion wa lying quietly next to
a dead buffalo. Cesar looked up, recognizing me, and kept on devouring his
prey. I stayed in the distance privedently, cos I was not even allowed to
annoy him, while eating.

Inbetween, I undresed entirely, waiting. When he rolled on his back to sun
himself, I approximated silently, laying down beside him. We sunbathed for
an hour or so.

Then I began petting his thick mane, moving down gradually to his exposed
genitals between his spread legs. Fondling his hanging balls, I saw his red
rock coming out of his sheath.

Abruptly, Cesar jumped up, growling arousedly. I fell down on the ground,
my head straight under his penis. To calm him, I rose, sucking it
impetuously. I had never dreamed of that he would have done the same, but
he did.

Cesar commenced licking my cock. His stiff rod in my mouth, the lion's
powerful tongue grazing my glans passionately made me cum in ecstasy.

Tasting my aromatic semen, he flooded my mouth with his. You cannot
imagine, how I was enjoying swallowing his divine juice down my throat.

Licking off every drop of his sore penis, I rolled over like a lucky
lioness.

Felidophile I

As a result of my knowledge of felines, I got the idea to create a photo
series of India's catworld. Unquestionably, that plan harbored some
problems, cos I had to spend all my saved money and my this year's time of
vacation. Nonetheless, I set forth.

Two days later, my plane landed somewhere in the Indian nowhere. Easily, I
took a cheap room in a small village near the jungle, engaged an
experienced guide, and the next day, I began phtographing a black panther.

For the following weeks, I continued observing the proud male, also
expecting an opportunity to copulate with him. One day, he encountered a
female in heat, changing my mind abruptly,. Making love with her seemed
exciting to me; I had not had any contact with a female big cat.  But
before, I had to forestall him. Once mated, her heat would be over, my only
chance too.

Luckily, I achieved to take him off with a simple lure, to obtain a little
bit of his scent, to get to her. I was anxious, and I was desirous, but my
desire prevailed. So I lowered my head below her removing tail, smelling
her heaty odor.

In my growing arousal, I bent over to her neck, snapped it and hold her
fast, while my hornily hard penis entered her tight vagina. She started
purring satisfiedly, maybe due to my soft cock, that is not as spiny as his
one. On the other hand, her pussy was much smoother than a human one.

Shoving my penis fondly, I cummed very soon, very intensely. I withdrew,
seeing a monstrous snake directly over my head. It bit me, I fainted.

Felidophile II

I woke up in a white bed two men were standing around.

One of them explained, "They've found you in the jungle, bitten by a
venomous snake."

"I know," I whispered.

He continued, "What'll you do now?"

"I'll see," I swindled, knowing it concretely.

Ardently, I planned to get the king of the jungle: the tiger. Thus, I drove
to the Sundurbans Reserve to encounter one of the two hundred and
fifty-seven tigers, which lived there.

It did not last long, and I came across an adult male, marking his
territory. As I was wearing the odor of a female in heat, he smelled that.

His striped head lifted, he stepped to me directly. Reaching my nude body,
he thoroughly sniffed at me, whereas I squatted down, raising my rear to
his sensitive nose. The tiger could not resist and mounted me straighway.

On the whole, he mated like each other big cat, but his teeth were sharper,
his behavior fonder than the former ones.

Though, his thin seed flowing into my gutts, I got one of the most uncommon
orgasms of my life as a felidophile.

In Need

At seven o'clock a.m., I was called for an ocelot in need. As Bill was
sick, I had to drive outside the Park to the the Clarks.

Entering their spendid manor, Mrs Clark directed me to the meager ocelot.

I inquired compassionately, "What's happened to him?"

"We'd been missin' the poor thin' for a week or so, till our butler found
him in the cellar, pitiful as he is," she sorrowfully reported.

"Is he yours?"

"Sure."

"Lady," I declared severily, "don't you know, ocelots is a protected
species? You ain't allowed to keep him."

She looked at me helplessly. Mr Clark stepped into the dining room.

"He's ours, Sir," he insisted, "do what's needful and get lost!"

Even though I could have phoned the police, the Clarks were too
influential. I decided to release him.

Ten hours later, I was lying in wait by the Clarks's house. As soon as they
head turned off all lights, I broke into thru the dining room's window.

In the beam of my flashlight, I saw his colorful fur shimmering, took him
carefully, went away.

After a couple of days, the ocelot had gotten strong again. Catty loved
playing with him, I enjoyed his company and as an old felidophile, I found
him rather erotic.

One night, we were cuddling together, my face got to his distinctive
genitals. Smelling his bewitching scent, I desirously snapped his
proportionally huge balls. He hissed uncertainly. I, however, continued
sucking and licking them off more intensely.

Instanteously, the spotted animal commenced purring in arousal. His tough
nuts were pulsating inside my closed mouth, whose white, soft fur was
already wet by my spittle, shoved by my irresistible tongue.

Amid my highest feelings, his small cock grazed my chin, wherefore I let
his balls be, dedicating exclusively to his rough stick.

Full of lust, I tasted the delicious bitterness and then that sweet aroma
of his cum he ejaculated orgasmically.

"Mr Tenner, here's the police. Open the door, please!"

Quickly, I let him out in the darknes and let in the policemen.

"Good night, Mister, we're searchin' for an ocelot."

"I'm sorry," I stated, "I haven't seen it, but I can tell you somethin'
explosive about the Clarks."

Cesar I

Cesar was growling arousedly. Two skillful hands were kneading each of his
sensitive balls, causing a strong excitation deep inside him. As his cock
had erected completely, and the human under him squatted on all four, he
had to mate him instinctively.

Masterfully, the lion penetrated his partner's anus; all the spines on his
glans made him thrust as powerful as he could. In a passionate climax, he
cummed a lot of semen into Chris who was moaning full of satisfaction.

Thereafter, the man petted him lovingly, before they separated from each
other.

Lonely, Cesar was striping across his hunting ground. At once, he stood
still, smelling an invader, a lioness in heat.

Cesar II

Cesar roared. Walking faster, he tracked out the lioness soon. He roared
once more, she stopped. Highly excited, he turned his subtle nose to her
desirable vagina that was evading a heaty smell.

As she lay down willingly, raising her rear, he squatted down behind her,
snapped att her neck, inserted his penis fondly. Several shoves later, they
terminated their mating in a wild orgasm.

Thus, Cesar had deflowered Cesarea.

Cesarea

Cesarea was remembering her defloration, as the fond lion had bitten into
her neck, had inserted his penis, had torn her hymen, paining a little. She
had been jolly by his strength as well as the passion of her first,
unforgettable climax.

Now Cesar and Cesarea was a couple, and their four cubs were sucking her
teats.

Take Care, Cesar

Since Cesar had a family that needed him entirely, I had to say goodbye.

My heart broken, I set out to our final fusion. The majestetic lion mated
me far more passionately than all former times we had made love
together. His orgasmic roaring, though, made me cry.

"Take care, Cesar," I thought grivously.

The next morning, a loud shot started me up. I burst out of my cabin, ran
to the near waterhole. Cesar was lying there, blood was runing down his
back. He was dead.

Life Goes on

I was desperated. Cesar was dead. I gave up home, flew faraway to Alaska.

Here, in the everwhite Arctic, I began my existence in solitariness and
despair.

For weeks, I did nothing else than wandering thru the snow, grieving for my
lost love. The more time passed away, the less courage to face life I had.

Lying in bed in my cabin, I heard something scratching my door. It smashed
in the wooden intrance, burst into.

The invader was a fully-grown polar bear, white as ice. I got up.

Actually, I should have withdrawn, though, I neared fearlessly, tired of
life. What had I to lose?

Its mighty paw knocked me down. I tried to stand up, as the bear commenced
growling threateningly. It came over me.

"C'mon, kill me! I don't care," I exclaimed, kneeling under it.  Contrary
to my expectation, his big, hot cock touched my cold anus. He shoved
forward, penetrating me.

His loving warmth opened my stony heart, and our sensual climax changed my
mournful mind.

Ever since, I am certain, life goes on.

Heat in the Cold

Cold was everywhere: in the woods, in the cabin, in my heart. I thought of
Cesar, I thought of home. Nonetheless, I stayed alone.

Unexpectedly, my friend came, the polar bear. Did he want me to feed him or
even to fondle him?

I checked it out, put the rest of my breakfast in front of him, took a step
back, waited.

The snow-white colossus ignored my offer, walked toward me. I got at once,
what he was demanding for, and I went to his side, friendly stroking his
thick, rough fur.

Instantaneously, he started growling in enjoyment. Keeping on caressing the
bear's large back, I unannouncedly grasped his huge, smooth, hairless
balls. He could have attacked me for my bold grabbing, however, he did it
not, but growled more excitedly.

I regarded that as a request for more, and bowed my head down. As my mouth
sucked his hairy sheath, his big stick erected into my mouth, his pelvis
began thrusting steadily.

His testicles in my hand and his cock in my mouth, I enhanced fondling,
till the bear yelled orgasmically.

The heat of his climax melted me finally.

Caesar I

The polar bear gave me new heart, I returned home. Catty, Tom, Bill; almost
all my friends but Cesar welcomed me cordially.

Though, it was just him I had been missing mostly. Standing at his grave, I
could not help but weeping for my loving lion.

At that moment, I heard a roaring, the roaring of lion. It had been so
long, since I had heard the last one. In longing expectation, I marched
into the direction the sound had come from.

As I approached the location, I beheld Cesarea, Cesar's former mate, with
her four adolescent cubs: two males and two females. They were playing in
the barren steppe. Their image gladdened me. I wished, I slept with one.

Caesar II

Having come upon Cesar's family, my wish came true, although in an entirely
different way.

The cellular phone bleeped.

Bill notified, "Chris, come here! One of the lion's badly hurt!"

Speedily, I drove to the vet. He informed, he had discovered the wounded
male on his tour in a poacher's trap. Horrible.

With tears in my eyes, I saw that pitiful lion. The trap had crushed his
right front paw. I prayed for not losing another friend.

My prayer was heard. After a couple of days, his grave injury was healed
up, so that he could already limp around.

Even though his paw was irreparably mutilated, the lion had survived; that
counted.

Everyday, I visited him, stirredly following up his gradual recovery. It
was so sad and so delightful as well watching him sleeping, limping,
eating, spurting against the bushes, his balls swinging with every step.

Thru the weeks, my longing for a lion returned. The day before his
discharge, I entered his enclosure. Maybe, I had better waited a little
longer, though, I thought, "Now or never."

The lion hissed, fell upon me, but when I turned around, and he smelled my
odor of a lioness, he bent down his backside, till his full cock had slid
into my fragrant anus. He shoved as strong as his father, and I began
groaning satisfiedly.

A little while later, he approached his orgasm too; his fruitful semen
wetted my dried intestine.

I christened him Caesar, Cesar's son.

Freedom for Kyle!

We live in the age of globalization, all people get nearer to each other
for business, money, justice and liberty. So I have read in my favorite
paper about Kyle Stevenson, a foreign correspondent of The Independent,
sent to jail for life by a sexual offence with an animal, in other words,
by zoophilia. Usually, I am not used to intervene into other person's
affairs, though, if I hear of injustice towards us zoos, I guess I have the
mission to fight for justice. Freedom for Kyle!

I traveled to Great Britain, visited him in the can. He looked depressed
after such a long time in jail and warned me of the pitiless prosecuting
attorney, however, I promised him to free him.

Kyle appointed me his attorney at his appeal.

"...or is there any comprehensible reason to doubt your judgement, my Lord?
The defendant is convicted, guilty and condemned. That is enough; I
consider this trial closed. We shall hear open cases, shan't we?"

"The public prosecutor is right. Mr. Tenner, nothing has changed since last
time. All evidence still says against Mr Stevenson."

"I don't think so, your Honor... er, my Lord. In fact, I see his motive's
evident: He's loved his dog. That's not wrong, but right. Here, in the UK,
you may it call justice, but wherever you go, it'll be injustice to punish
a guiltless man for love. Your Honor, in behalf of my client, I request you
for a just judgement."

In the end:

"Mr Kyle Stevenson will be acquitted because he is innocent indeed. Even
though I cannot reform our law, I can do my bit for global justice."

I kept my promise, Kyle was free.

Allrounder

Caesar was similar to Cesar, on the other hand, he was different from
him. I tried to terminate comparing my mate with his father, however, I
could not forget him till his son presented himself as the fondest
allrounder.

Winter began, the dry season as well; every animal inside and outside the
Park commenced its sheerly endless search for vital water, he too. I and
Bill had been wishing any pride would take him up, but no one did so, and
Caesar stayed a lonely lion. As he was helpless, he could not survive the
drought, he would be damned to die a wretched death.

In that misery, I made a rather problematic decision: Caesar should stay by
me. Albeit I was conscious of the conceivable consequences, and Bill
objected to the handicaped lion's possible humanization, we also knew I was
his last hope.

Caesar's incessant presence was a ceaseless seduction to me. When had I
ever had the chance to get such an erotic creature as frequent as I
desired? Though, I resisted, awaiting for the right moment.

In one of my rare brakes in shooting, I was going to make him happy. Caesar
had just eaten and was dozing in the merciless midday sun. He recognized me
as his mate, so I was able to carry out my resolution.

I own up not having considered the potential risks; at that moment, I was
solely following my emotions. Without the least care, I lay down near
him. He reacted abruptly. Caesar sniffed, yawned, got up, walked to my
naked crotch, snapped at my genitals.

No, he did not tear them off, but licked off the meat cream on my bare
balls. I groaned. Unannouncedly, his lips enclosed them allround and
started pulling. My touchy testicles pained terrifically. Instead of
screaming, I speedily lifted my head up to his distinctive scrotum,
snapping at one of his delicate balls.

At the same second, Caesar opened his colossus mouth, growled pleasedly,
moved on licking my hard cock. His rough tongue at my smooth glans making
me hotter and hotter, I cracked his robust nut in my demanding mouth, as a
sharp point slid out of his hairy sheath, his blood- red, spiny glans, the
new object of my unrestrained desire.

Within several moments, Caesar's entire penis from its large base to its
small top swelled by many times I cravingly pounced on, and for a short
while, we were turning on each other passionately before he stopped
fondling me cos he could not help any longer yelling insanely.

Then Caesar cummed. His divine semen shot into my dried-out throat. But I
kept on, longing for more. I sucked him out.

Tireless Lioness

Prozoophilia. I guess Kyle has reacted a little too sensitively. They did
treat him unfair, and he founded this organization with the questionable
purpose to change the world. Even though my conviction is the same like
his, our intentions are different. You may call me cowardly, but I prefer
living inconspicously instead of risking to get caught.

Then Kyle requested me to help him find a new job. By my personal
connections, I arranged his participation in an expedition for National
Geographic and wished him good luck.

Meanwhile, it has happened as I and Bill have always been fearing: Caesar
has gotten humanized. Now the dry season is over, and he is dependent on me
cos of his handicap and my compassion. Fate is fate. I could not let him
croak.

A few days ago, I returned from photographing a rare rhino subspecies.
Caesar was resting in my cabin's shadow; beside him, there were two
lionesses, Livia and Cesarea, his sister and his mother.

Seeing me coming, they sprang at me. Full of surprise, I fell down. Livia
bent over the upper part of my body, Cesarea over the lower one. I foresaw
their plan, lowered my trousers precautionarily.

At once, Caesar's sister turned round, bowed down her bottom to my face,
invited me to caress her cute genitals. Doing so in growing lust, I
suddenly spasmed by her mother's broad tongue licking fondly my touchy
glans. It reminded me of Catty's rough tongue, however, that one was more
than twenty times larger.

The quicker she licked my cock the faster I sucked her daughter's pussy. At
the top speed, Cesar's widow sat down on my erect penis. I groaned, they
growled, we experienced a threefold climax.

Whatever Caesar had told his relatives, I loved him for that.

Again and Again

Catty was pregnant. Checking her, Bill remarked cynically, "Bravo, Chris,
in sixty-five days, she'll litter eight cute kittens. You'd better let me
castrate her."

"Bill, stop jabberin' such nonesense!" I shouted. "I know what they taught
you at university: You vets've to protect mankind from the animals'
forbidding overpopulation but..."

"They were right. If we didn't inhibit animals from reproducin', they'd
overpopulate," he decisively contradicted.

"...but as veterinary and environmentalist, you know that we ain't allowed
to neuter'em. How'd you feel, if they cut off your testicles? Your
attitude's arrogant. We mustn't sterilize other creatures nor hinder them
from copulatin'; birth-control's sufficient."

I convinced him. Despite my successful persuasion, Caesar troubled me once
more.

It was the beginning of the rainy season and the mating season. Whenever he
roamed his hunting ground, he everywhere stumbled on odorous marks of heaty
lionesses, arousing him unspeakably, however, none was willing to mate a
prideless, handicapped lion. As I was his mate, I had to help him out. So I
did.

As a year ago, I lay down on the ground, though, instead of Cesar, his son
was going to make love with me. Caesar limped towards my butt, sniffd and
licked my arsehole. I trembled.

Once on my back, I sensed his predatory teeth stubbing into my neck as fond
as his father's, and he started shoving his sharp cock into my anus that
flexed with each push. Just five wearing thrusts later, he roared
orgasmically while lots of seeds were pouring into me.

Suspecting it was over, I had forgotten the feline intercourse's frequency.
Caesar mated me again and again till the sun set.

Morality

When the Sunday service was over, I drove home. Entering my modest cabin, I
met Bill sitting on a chair before my table, drinking a cup of coffee.

He greeted cheerfully, "Hi, friend, how's been the Mass?"

"Fine, thanks," I amazedly replied, "and why're you here?"

"Oh, I was just makin' my rounds, as I got the idea of droppin' in to look
after Catty's kitties. They're all safe and sound, but what about you?
You're lookin' depressed."

Thoughtfully, I explained, "This mornin', our priest's preached to us we'd
to respect the Lord's commandments, though, that means I sin, if I make
love with animals. The Holy Bible says and if a man lie with a beast,..."

"...he shall surely be put to death, I remember. You Christian zoos're in a
moral dilemma cos your God forbids you to be what you are. So if you're
religious, you're damned to live without animalsex."

"Don't blaspheme!," I reproved him and continued serverely, "I don't think
so. In my eyes, you can believe and love animals."

"And how do you combine your view with the Bible?," Bill doubted
sceptically.

I spoke, "The Lord's ways are unfathomable. Even though I'm not allowed to
call his holy words into question, I'm certain he watches me, my thoughts,
my deeds, my love of animals, and God sees that it's good."

"May he forgive you your sins," he wished me in sincerity. "I admire your
religiousness, however, I don't understand your credo. Whatever you do,
take it easy! Anyway, it's time to leave. Have a nice day!"

"God be with you!"

A Dream Comes True

Waking up, I was concerned about what I had dreamed. How come that such
peculiar things were going on in my mind? Nevertheless, I had that urgent
demand for doing so. Should I really make the dream come true? The answer
was yes.

Right after breakfast, I went to Caesar who had just eaten up his meal
close to my cabin. He greeted me with a well-disposed roar, and I returned
by fondling his imposing mane. While he was nestling against my hairy legs,
I eyed his dreamlike nuts. I was emtranced; on the one hand, I did know of
his temper, but on the other hand...

"All or nothin'," I decided.

Lightningly, I snapped at his scrotum, held still. My trust in him paid,
Caesar kept calm. His only response I recognized was his prick hardening
promtly, when his blood commenced streaming into his erectile tissue. I
dreamed away.

In the meantime, my thin spittle was warming up his solid testicles so that
they softened slowly in my mouth. Sensually, I rolled them around, pushed
my nimble tongue between them, feeling each single part of his tender
ballsack: his great nuts, his supple epididymisses, his fine spermaducts. A
half of every creature sprang there.

I started sucking, his hot testicles tightened, and his life-giving semen
began moving thru his desirable genitals. What an experience!

The Call of the Sea

My mourning was deep, but I coped with it cos I had already experienced the
death of a big love.

To digest my mental pain, though, I spent some time in Port Nolloth at the
Atlantic Ocean. Scuba diving was one of my most favorite hobbies, and I did
it as often as I was able to.

Diving thru a splendid shoal of tunas on a sunny winter morning in
December, I heard a call. I listened: There was something calling for me.

Astonishedly, I surfaced and looked into the direction the voice stemmed
from, however, up to the horizone, I could see nothing but the quiet sea so
that I thought about what lay beyond it: Canada.

Albeit Bill was against my acute impulse to fathom the call's origin, my
best friend lent me enough money for my flight to America. Led by my
intuition, I reached Ungava Bay. There I heard the voice again, it was
still calling me.

Without any idea of my behavior's sense or nonsense, I dived to the school
of orcas singing their mating song. It was overwhelming watching those
peaceful colossusses coming together to love.

Unannouncedly, such a huge body emerged from behind. Turning round, I
starred straight into the black eye of a half-grown male. When he started
singing, I recognized him involuntarily: That was the whale who had been
calling for me.

He swam away and returned, showing me his white underside with his long
genital slit. I grippedly gazed at his closed sheath that opened at once,
as his gigantic, red nine-foot-penis slid out.

Awestruck, I approached the top of his erect organ, my bare hands encircled
his vast glans, my tiny tongue penetrated his tender urethra opening. By
licking the inside of his smooth urethra hungrily, I made him climax quite
soon.

While he was singing orgasmically, I tried hard to swallow all his sweet
semen. After drinking several pints, I let them stream out of his
contracting cock. Eventually, they surrounded me like a clear cloud in the
sky.

Do not ask me why the orca called me to satisfy him. I do not know it. All
I know is it was heavenly.

Might

I was naked, lying on a cold metal table; my hands and my feet were chained
to its corners, forming an x. Bound, blindfold, mightless.

I saw nothing, but I heard a growl. Abruptly, I recognized that specific
sound of two tigers surrounding me.

I had hardly enough time to realize my precarious situation. One of them
walked to my feet, the other one to my head. I smelled they were male.

The tiger at the and of the table turned his head over my vulnerable
abdomen, his terrific jaws encompassed my complete genitals. I held my
breath in fearful excitement.

Just when I got aware of that he was sucking my dick, I felt the second
tiger's sharp penis shoving thru my lips into my mouth. Although he
enforced me to lick his spiny glans, I did it in mightful lust.

So it came that I was the one who stimulated them so wildly that we
climaxed together. While taking the tiger seed desirously, I gave mine to
them in return.

Awaking from my arousing dream, I wondered what an amazing imagination I
had.

The Challenge

How generous to give me the money, how egocentric to leave me alone. Bill
has ever been a mysterious man, but his late misbehavior has terminated our
friendship.

Meanwhile, I have gotten over Catty's death at least, Tom has disappeared
ever since.

In the last mating season, Caesar concerend me again. Due to his
mutilation, he was incapable of gaining a mate, and even I could no longer
act as a substitutor. I decided to challenge Julius.

Julius was the leader of the pride of Caesar's mother Cesarea and his
sisters Livia and Agrippa. Neither me nor him were able to beat his
stepfather, though, together we were strong.

At high noon, while his family was relaxing in a monkey bread tree's shadow
we stalked them. Close to their resting-place, Caesar roared provokingly.
Instantly, Julius sprang up, ran to his rival. Before both impacted on each
other, I intervened by shouting loudly. Our hostile changed his direction
and assailed me flashingly.

Totally shocked, I felt his sharp claws tearing my shirt, plunging into my
chest. Opening his enormous mouth to bite thru my throat, Caesar drove his
teeth into Julius's neck who lost and fled. I got up, looked at my bleeding
wounds, already hearing him mating his mother in pint-up excitement.

The posterior challenge was to document Cesarea's pregnancy whose climax
was her delivery three and a half months later that nobody had seen before.

As her labor pains began, I turned on my camera, focussing her tight vagina
which was spreading little by little. After a while, a furry head slid out,
her body followed and her two brothers as well. Three cubs were born.

Manual Pleasure

It is winter, it is the dry season, and it is getting warmer and warmer. If
you live on the cold Northern hemisphere, I regret you honestly, although
the hot wather, the drought and Caesar's enhanced responsibility for his
pride trouble us daily.

Yesterday was a sunny day. At midday, I took a break between my sudorific
observation of a great herd of gazelles. My lover was resting while his
cubs Tanger, Gecko and Conda were scrapping briskly. Rather tired, I
nestled against his velvety fur and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt his hard-on at my buttocks. Keeping my eyes closed,
I excitedly touched his erect genitals. Sticking my smooth forefinger into
his greasy anus, I began rubbing his solid prostata for awhile. Caesar
commenced growling softly in his sleep.

Next my tender hand stroked along his muscular, most sensitive perineum. At
long last, I reached his pleasurable purse that had tightened by his
allround erection. After savoring his remarkable testicles sufficiently, I
moved on to his thick penis complete with his stiff erectile tissue, his
thin penis bone as well as his touchy glans. My fond fingertips grazed the
tiny horn spines around his small urethra opening till his mighty
reproductive organ started contracting, ejaculating white lion sperm.

Thereby my Caesar awoke, finishing the best break I had had for a long
time.

Getting Caressed

Another hot winter day, Caesar and me were resting in the burning midday
sun. Awefully done as a result of following a chasing leopard to film her,
I was dozing, not noticing my lover coming over me and starting licking me
off. I woke up, when his rough tongue crossed my bearded face, but I knew
him exactly, pretended to be asleep, enjoyed his fondness. What I did not
know was his true purpose. I had actually expected him to pet me just to
awaken me, instead, he went on.

Having wetted my precedingly dry face, his large tongue turned downwards my
nude body. He grazed my right nipple that erected promptly, and while
stimulating my left one, all my muscles tensed in aroused anticipation. As
the tender lion was tickling my touchy belly, I trembled inevitably,
though, he must have guessed I was still sleeping cos he continued without
the least irritation. By my delighting feelings, my soft prick began
hardening. Caesar saw that and encompassed it with his enormous mouth.

I got cockeyed. My loving partner was sucking my excited genitals, his
tongue was encircling my glans, his teeth were holding my nuts. Suddenly, I
groaned aloud, my dick set to squirt my cum into his swallowing
throat. Raising my head, he stared straight into my jolly eyes.

Getting caressed by Caesar was my best motivation for my impending job.

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