Beastiality

Lebo was moaning. “Oooh! Yes! Take it deeper! Deeper!”
He was pressing down Nandi’s head, ignoring her coughed
protests. He knew she was the only intombi of
the tribe that could take all ten inches of his glorious
umKhonto completely in each of her orifices
(not at the same time, of course, and neglecting nostrils
and the like). So she oughta shut the fuck up and continue
deep-throating.
Of course, a logical question would have been what’s the whole
point of taking a penis completely when the most sensitive nerves
sit around the dickhead anyway. So you can have fun with any
woman even if you are hung like a ihhashi.
And the answer is (e), Don’t bother a dickhead with logic.
We infer that some logic, in the end, would have avoided the now
approaching desaster.

Which entered in form of a jovial “Good news, my isiGodlo,
the herders fell ill with malaria and this boring business appointment
has been postponed. I anyway prefer hunting you than hunting
an imbube…Oh. I see you are already appointed otherwise.
izinDuna! Seize her!”
Nandi let out a horrified cry.
You shouldn’t talk with a full mouth.
A split second later, Lebo cried too, for a different reason. He ran
around, holding the aforementioned umKhonto, calling for
the iNyanga, the isAngoma and the first aid box.
“Little iNsizwa“, the inkosi Imvubu said in a reproachful
tone. “I guess you know that the common sentence for fucking my wife
is getting a fellatio by a Green Mamba. Well, uhm, I guess that
this wife of mine is a treacherous, venomous inyoka
and you already got your bite, so we can consider your
punishment as done.” Imvubu looked around. “I guess the
iBandla has no objections?”
The selfsame iBandla, which in the meantime had gathered,
attracted by the ruckus, hadn’t. They knew as well as their chief
that Lebo was a isiKhulu, highly decorated with inGxotha
and multi-coloured isinene. It would be a shame to lose him.
Lebo exited left, with repeated servile thankyous from clenched teeth,
and was carried to the ambulance hut.
“This leaves you, my isiGodlo. The sentence for…”
“Not the zebra! Not the zebra!” Nandi yelled.
“Not the zebra“, said Imvubu. Nandi let out a sigh of relief,
which was premature. She should have watched the pronounciation.
“For you, my isiGodlo, who has sinned in multiple ways
- the inkosi pointed at her still cum-dripping cunt -,
it’s the plural. Zebrae.”
The iBandla gasped, partly at the uncommonly severe
verdict, partly at the screwed plural form.
Nandi screamed her head off when she was bound and carried away.

Nandi squirmed upon the wooden horse she was tied to. Her mouth had
been clamped wide open so she couldn’t endanger the most valuable
zebra stallions. Her orifices had been given a gratuitous spraying
with Mare Love Potion Nr.9.
And then her striped doom arrived.
The two stallions sniffed, threw their hoofs against each other and
whinnied. It probably meant something like, ‘Hey, here are two
good-smelling places so let’s skip the fighting and start fucking
before even more competition may arrive! Rock-Scissors-Paper who
gets which end?’
Then they leaned their weight upon a pole which was conveniently
placed about a meter over the wooden horse, and began searching
for the entries.
Nandi gasped as the humonguous zebra cock parted her lips and
began to stretch her vagina much more than she was used-to, even
Lebo-wise. It was her last sound for a long time, as in the next
moment also the other stallion hit home.
Desperately, she tried to accomodate to the intruders. She felt
that the pressure against her cervix made it open slowly.
And then the stallion jerked forward and inside to her womb,
burying his horsehood inside her up to the root. Nandi suddenly
felt this position was…very stimulating?
The dickhead inside her womb began to swell. Nandi gave in and
orgasmed. Her walls held the zebra cock in a vice grip. The
cockhead stretched even more, giving her lustful sensations
in the womb she wouldn’t have thought to be anatomically
possible.
And then the stallion came and pumped two liters of cum into
her belly (that’s why they are called Grevy zebras, folks)
until she looked like nine months pregnant.
Nandi sighed as finally that stallion retreated and a cum
waterfall flooded out of her gaping vagina.
The she realized she had solved only one of her problems.
Another cockhead flaring inside her throat reminded her
that there was a little lack of oxygen supply.
Nandi tried another anatomically implausible and swallowed the
cockhead so deeply that it began to penetrate her esophagus.
And then Sluice #2 opened. Another two liters of cum flooded
downwards. At least, she wouldn’t suffer from protein defiency
for the next years.
Just as Nandi was passing out, also this stallion realized he
was wasting his ressources and ended her ordeal.

“And now?” Imvubu seemed to be disappointed that Nandi had
survived. The eldest of the iBandla spoke. “Like always.
She will be tied to a zebra, sent off into the Veldt,
and be forgotten.” “Whaddayamean, as always?” “This
little mishap already befell your predecessor inkosi,
and that before, and…” “And all women survived this?
I don’t fucking believe it! OK, OK, if that’s ancient
and justified custom, so be it then. Search for a zebra
with big dick and little value, and on our next meeting
it will appear on the agenda that we switch from
zebra to indlovu for adultery death sentences.”

Nandi was fucked by the zebra she rode on out of the village.
Slowly she regained consciousness and found herself tied
under the belly of another zebra, hands and feet shackled
above his back. At each hoofstep, a bit of cum came dripping
out of her orifices, and the zebra dick pushed deeper into her
ass. (The iBandla thought that one could as well be
exhaustive. Well, she was completely exhausted now.)
After a few kilometers, also this zebra had managed to hide
the sausage completely.
Just as the now familiar stretching feeling of a swelling
dickhead sent Nandi into another orgasm, she heard female
voices giggling. “Quick, pull out the dick, he is going to
shoot any second!” And suddenly everywhere there were
caring mouths, playing with her tongue, cusping her breasts,
sucking her clit and passing the cumming zebra dick for a
big gulp. With a final multiple orgasm, Nandi passed out
again.

“We’re the Inyamazana tribe. You are under friends
now. You are safe. We have no males here. Except our
companions, of course, but they are not likely to
sentence you to death…” Umama pointed around. Nandi
could see all kind of animals, joyfully pairing with
women. A woman moaning in the coils of a giant snake,
another one cuddling with a big lion, and there even
stood an elephant with several women kissing his giant
dick. “We all together live in peace, the snake with
the rabbit, the lion with the springboek…Uuuuh!”
Umama rubbed her swollen belly. “Excuse me, it seems
that the ingwenya eggs inside me want to hatch!”
Umama exited right, and Nandi, since she had nothing
better to do, decided to payed a visit to the snakepit.
An army of forked tongues caressing each part of her
body until she fell into sweet oblivion told her that
she finally found it.
Paradise.

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