Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2010 15:28:08 -0700 From: Jay roberts 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