As she walked back towards the gatehouse, Karen was not really thinking about doing any more animal fucking at the moment, although she knew she would be coming back to the zoo a whole lot from now on, giving her brother a blowjob just to satisfy him and to whet her appetite for the animal antics in store for her.
After all, she had just taken on three wolves at once, and what possible depravity could follow that?
Then she saw the water buffalo.
Karen halted and stared at the massive brute. He was standing at the wire, his huge head lowered. The beast looked as big and powerful as a locomotive. He snorted, his soft black muzzle rippling, and pawed at the earth with one hind hoof. His enormous body was jet black, and vibrant with muscle. The naked woman and the gigantic beast eyed each other. He tossed his head and his menacing horns jerked upwards, towering out from the heavy boss on his brow. The brute was an intimidating sight, and Karen hesitated. She had heard that big game hunters often considered the water buffalo the most dangerous game. Did she dare approach the creature?
Then she leaned down and looked under him – and gasped when she saw how huge his cock was! She had no idea if the quality of that prick would equal that of a wolf, but there was no doubt about the quantity! The buffalo's cock was as big as all three wolf cocks put together. The sight made Karen dizzy – and aware of how empty her cunthole was at the moment. Would that giant prick fit in her cunt? she wondered.
The buffalo's cock was hard as iron and his mighty balls were so bloated that she calculated they must contain nearly a gallon of fuckjuice. Obviously, the horny beast had become aroused as he scented Karen cavorting with the wolves. She smiled, thinking that since it was her fault that he had that huge hard-on, she was sort of obligated to empty it for him. The prospect was thrilling. If it was too big to fit in her cunt or mouth, she could at least jerk him off with both hands, she reasoned, and let his slime spurt into her face, with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out.
But she was frightened of the dangerous beast. Lusting for his huge cock, she was still wary of those wicked horns curling from his head – horns that could toss a lion like a rag doll. Her gaze moved back and forth, looking at his horns and then at his prick. As she stared at his fuckrod, it rippled as if her gaze had caressed his flesh. His cockshaft was as big as her arm, and his cock-knob looked like the head of a battering ram. The huge slab was jet black, slick and shiny in the moonlight, a hunk of glistening obsidian, and oh, how wonderful it would feel to have that giant hunk of cockmeat throbbing deep in her cunthole!
Karen moved up to the wire fence, nervously, hesitantly, still undecided. The brute bellowed, startling her. He lowered his head, as if to hook at her with his horns. But the look in his big round eyes was not at all frightening. It was gentle and soulful.
Reaching through the wire strands, she patted his soft, moist muzzle. The beast rumbled. His tongue shot out, curling through the wire and lapping at her bushy cunt mound. Karen parted her thighs and dipped down, and the buffalo slurped his tongue into her creamy pussy gash. She shuddered with the sensation, and the wild creature snorted gustily. His hot breath billowed up her fuckhole. Her clit rippled in the breeze. Dangerous or not, how could she resist? And why would the savage brute want to sink his horns into her soft, warm flesh when he could sink his prick into a wet, pink wound that was already gaping open for him?
Karen scaled the fence and dropped down in the enclosure. The buffalo stood, head down, docile as a cow waiting to be milked – and with his cock and balls throbbing with his own milky load.
She stepped up in front of him and grasped him by his curved horns, pushing her belly out. The buffalo slapped his tongue into her soaking crotch. Her fuck button throbbed on his soft black snout as his tongue slipped right up inside of her cunt.
Karen shuddered. His massive tongue slapped at her again, hiking her ass and hips upwards. She clung to his horns and rose onto her tiptoes, thighs trembling, letting the herbivore graze in her furry pasture.
She was tempted to cream his tongue, knowing the brute would relish the steaming overflow. But she would still be obliged to empty his cock and balls afterwards, and she knew she wouldn't enjoy it quite as much if she had already gotten her own rocks off. She let him tongue her until her cunt was sizzling hot, then pulled her crotch away.
The buffalo eyed her suspiciously, his huge head tipped to one side. Karen bent down and kissed him on the moist, cuntjuice-soaked snout. Then she slowly sank to her knees before him. His cock was so long that the ebony knob was almost pushing out between his front legs. The flaring prickhead looked as big as her head, she thought.
She blew on it and it pulsed. She didn't think it would fit in her mouth, but she leaned forward and began to run her flattened tongue all over the smoking hot meat. She whimpered at the taste and the texture, thrilled to the core. The mighty beast's cockmeat was even more savory than wolf cock – musky and spicy and tangy. This was wild game, indeed.
A thick glob of cum squeezed from his pisshole and ran down his prick, all white and creamy on the black meat. Karen flicked her tongue out and slurped it up, purring as she swallowed the slimy delicacy. It was only a single blob, yet it went down her gullet like a raw oyster. She gulped and opened her mouth wide, clamping her lips around the tip of the buffalo's rampaging cockhead. It was too big to fit into her mouth, as she had feared. She could only suck on the cleft tip. She held his stalk between her cupped hands, barely able to enclose it, and began to frig him up and down. As the leathery sheath pulled back, his naked black crown flared in her lips. Another gooey dribble, thick as whipped cream, slid onto her tongue. It was so delicious that Karen would have sucked him off if she had been able to – and if her cunt were not smoldering with such fiery urgency, with such a compelling need to be full. Karen gave his cockhead a last slurp and a lick, then drew her head back. The buffalo humped, pushing his prick towards her face, but she sat back on her ass in the dirt and the buffalo shit, letting his cockhead nudge her tits. She arched and dropped back onto the ground. Her head and shoulders were flat to the earth, her feet were planted firmly, widespread, and her lithe body arched. Her ass and groin rose up high – level with the buffalo's cockhead.
The brute's haunches drew back. His cockhead slid down from her tits, skimming over her belly and rustling into her dark pubic jungle. Then the bloated prick-knob dipped down into her crotch. Karen moaned when she felt the massive slab throb in her open cuntslot. Her thighs closed around his cockshaft, clamping tight to the thick rod, and her ass swung back and forth under her as she worked her pussy against the tip of the beast's fucker.
The buffalo began to edge his knob into her. For a horrible moment, Karen thought it was too huge, that it was not going to fit up her steaming fuckhole, and she would have to settle for buffalo tongue and a mouthful of his fuckjuice, after all. But then her pliable pussy began to adjust to his bulk. Her cuntlips spread, stretching around the tip of his cockhead, and her cuntwalls rippled and pulled him deeper.
The buffalo seemed to sense that this woman was no cow, and that he had to enter her gently to begin with. His haunches heaved, but he nudged his fuckmeat into her carefully. The enormous black wedge of his crown began to vanish up her pink pussy lips. She jerked down to meet him, wanting his cock every bit as much as he wanted to give it to her. Her ass churned and her hips bucked as she worked her fuck tunnel onto his rod.