The Seven Secret Lifes of Walt Mitlery
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"How are you doing?" Cleo whispered into her new husband's ear. With his flesh so close, she couldn't help but nip at his earlobe. Catching the tender flesh between her sharp teeth for a second, then release it.
"I'm great." Brendon laughed lightly, reaching up to rub his ear, before reaching to her and scratching her lightly behind hers. "By the way, you look incredible. Did I tell you that already?"
"Multiple times." Cleo giggled, leaning into his side lightly. "But say it again."
Brendon slipped his hand down, wrapping around her back and pulling his bride even closer to him. Almost pulling her from the chair she was sitting in and up into his lap.
"You, my dear, look incredible." He repeated after clearing his voice in a dignified manner. "You're absolutely radiant and, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever had the fortune of knowing. You've made me a lucky man, far beyond anything I could possible deserve."
Cleo could feel the embarrassment welling up in her cheeks. Her face going warm as she stared at him. She studied his expression for a long moment, trying to see if he was having a joke at her expense, but she couldn't see anything but a serious and entirely honest expression in his face.
His face moved, about to say something more. But she leaned up quickly, kissing his lips. Stopping the words. She doubted he could say anything more that would make the moment any more memorable.
She glanced across the reception room as their friends continued to eat and dance and generally continue being merry. "Do you think they'd miss us?"
Brendon surveyed the room for a moment, then glanced back at his wife. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
Cleo shifted in her seat, starting to stand up. "Why don't you and I sneak out? Before anyone notices we're gone?"
Sandra glanced around the elephant's bedroom as she stepped into it. She expected to find a room is disarray, unprepared to entertain guests. She even had a couple of jokes lined up in her head, prepared in an effort to reassure her suitor that she didn't mind the mess.
Instead, to her surprise, she found a meticulously clean room. Not the sort that seemed like it was hastily cleaned up as an afterthought, but one that seemed very well organized and normally very tidy.
Wilson followed her quickly inside, closing the bedroom door behind him. He held his breath as he watched her move slowly about the room. He wasn't entirely sure what to say at this moment and the only things that did come to mind sounded entirely stupid.
"I want to see..." Sandra said slowly, as she turned to look at the pachyderm again. "... what it is you have down those trousers."
She smirked mischievously as she sat down on the edge of the double wide bed.
With a new found sense of pride, Wilson placed his paws on his hips. His trunk snaking down and deftly unbuttoning the waistband of his trousers. The finger like protrusions moved slightly down, grasping the tab of his zipper and sliding that down as well.
"Oh my." Sandra raised a genuinely impressed eyebrow as she watched. "That is one talented trunk you have there."
"You're about to find out just how talented." Wilson smirked, holding his trousers in place for a moment longer, letting silence return to the room so that he could drop trough with a certain sense of reverence.
Sandra's eyes went wide as she watched Wilson's boxers come into view. The front of them tented slightly forward by the hose like apparatus that hanged down. The head of it just barely peeking out from the hem of his boxers, way down by his knees.
Seeing her state of distraction, Wilson extended his trunk to her, gently caressing her neck before running down to her shoulder. She arched her back forward, inviting him closer. He thought about exploring further, sliding the tip of his trunk across the green silk of her dress. Finding her nipples through the cloth and teasing them into excitement, but her voice interrupted him before he could.
"Unzip me?" Sandra turned slightly in place, giving him better access to her back.
There was an unmistakable challenge to the tone of her voice, as if she was testing just how skilled he was with his trunk. A challenge that brought a bigger smirk to his lips.
"Of course, my dear." Wilson lifted his trunk back to her neck, caressing her skin for a second, before sliding back and carefully pushing her hair to the side. Collecting it in a coil and tucking it behind her far ear.
The tip of his trunk pinched her earlobe as it retreated, following the edge of her dress, then taking a firm grip of the tiny zipper. He took a step closer to her as he pulled the zipper down, then releasing it and gently wrapping his trunk over her shoulders.
"How was that?" Wilson smiled. "Did I pass your test?"
Sandra smiled as she turned to face him again, the top of her dress barely clinging to her shoulders. "You did. Let me see if I can pass yours now."
Wilson held his ground, standing in front of her, unsure of what it was that she had in mind. Then, with no other flourish, she reached forward and tugged his boxers down. Dropping them on the floor around his ankles.
Without even a second's hesitation, she reached out and grasped his grey penis with both her hands. It was just almost as long as her arm and just as thick around. Her fingers were barely able to get around its girth, but that didn't seem to worry her in the least.
Instead she lifted its heavy bulk up and began to kiss it near the mid-shaft point. Lifting it up slowly as she kissed her way down to its tip.
Wilson bellowed loudly in pleasure as he felt her tongue lick the rim of its bulbous head. Then gasped even louder as he felt her take the entire head into her mouth. Her tongue was barely able to move around it now, cramped in place by the size of his tip.
His trunk moved up, playing with the strands of her blonde hair as her mouth retreated, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with an audible pop.
"How was that?" She panted for air now, glancing up at him with a smile as her hands continued to stroke the long penis up and down.
"Incredible." He said as his trunk went back to caressing the side of her ear.
"Undress and lay down." Sandra said, letting go of his penis and she stood up again.
Wilson glanced at her for a moment, still unsure of what she had in mind. She seemed fragile and tiny to him and the physics of all of this seemed entirely implausible, if not totally impossible and potentially dangerous.
Still, he recognized the look in her eyes. She was a woman with a plan and seemed not inclined to be deterred. It only took him a moment to shed the remainder of his tuxedo, dropping the bits of if on the floor with a casual disregard that was very unlike him.
Sandra smiled as she watched him undress, and then patted the top of the bed, unnecessarily reminding him to lie down.
Wilson eased his earth shaking form down onto the bed, laying on his back and resting his head up against the headboard. He reached out with his trunk, fully intending to wrap it around her hips and pull her towards him, but she quickly danced out of his reach.
"Now, now." She teased him; the side step she made caused her green dress to slip off her shoulders, joining Wilson's discarded clothes on the bedroom rug. "Have a little patience."
Wilson relaxed his trunk back down onto his chest, watching approvingly as her lithe form stepped out of her high heels. His eyes followed up her long legs, admiring the look of the dark nylons that hugged her calves and thighs.
Her fingers moved to the hem of her black panties, locks of blonde hair just barely recognizable through the lacey edges of the cloth. He expected her to pull them down, but instead, pulled them up slightly. Readjusting them.
The fabric of the gusset clung to her skin now, highlighting the plump curves of her hidden nether regions. Her fingers then moved up her flat belly, seeming to escort his eyes higher.
Her fingers tracing over the lacy cups of her bra, pausing for just a second over her nipples. The dark red skin obscured by the patterns of some unknown flower sewn into the lace.
One set of fingers continued to beckon his eyes higher, drawing him up to her mouth as she slowly licked her fingertips. His eyes met hers now and he felt the need to say something. Anything.
Compliment her on her beauty. Ask her to come close her. Beg her to finish undressing. Instead, what came out of him was an inarticulate groan of approval. Which, to his surprise, she mimicked with a moan of her own.
Sandra stepped closer, crawling up onto the bed with him. Snuggling next to him as her hand played up and down the middle of his chest. His skin was softer than she expected, not the leathery feel she had been told about, like he was covered with a fur of the tiniest hairs that she couldn't see, but she could still feel.
Wilson slipped his trunk behind her, snaking it down her back and hugging her to him. The tip momentarily playing with the clasp of bra, before nudging her up towards him. Bringing her head closer to him and allowing him to kiss her, it was a chaste kiss at first, but changed quickly as he felt her tongue against his lips, poking its way into his mouth to explore.
He didn't dare return the effort, afraid that his mammoth tongue's size was well beyond the capacity of her mouth. Despite this, he stuck his tongue slightly out, touching her lips with it. And found her eagerly sucking on the tip of it.
She slowly drew her head back while continuing to suck. Enticing his tongue out of his mouth. He could feel the cold air of the room across it, off set by the tiny amount that was still inside her mouth.
Her fingers moved on his chest, tips tenderly caressing one of his nipples. While her other hand slide down his body and between his legs. Bypassing his penis entirely, she moved lower. Cupping his heavy balls in her hands.
Unable to help himself, he pulled his tongue away from her, letting out a soft moan as her fingers rolled his balls. To her it felt like she was trying to juggle a pair of slippery tennis balls in her hand.
"Have you ever done this before?" Sandra whispered in his ear as her fingers continued to toy with his flesh.
"Yes." Wilson grunted quickly, for the briefest of seconds, the idea of naming names occurred to him. As proof that he wasn't the unskilled virgin that he felt like. But that thought quickly fled his mind.
"I meant," Sandra continued, her hand moving to the base of his penis and stroking it slowly. "Have you ever done this with a human woman?"
Wilson reluctantly shook his head no. For whatever reason, it felt like an insult to his elephanthood to admit the inexperience. "Have you?"
"With another human, yes. An elephant, no." To his relief, Sandra shook her head no. "And not with any gorillas either, despite what they might like to say."
There was a slight chuckle to her voice, as if the gossip amused rather than annoyed her.
"Gorillas are like that." Wilson teased in reply, slipping the tip of his trunk under the back of her panties, pinching one of her cheeks for emphasis.
"Oh!" Sandra's eyes opened wide with a start. "That's going to leave a bruise."
"Sorry." Wilson apologized, sheepishly now, pulling his trunk back and away from the young woman's skin.
Sandra sat up, smiling at him. "It's okay, but how about you let me take the lead?"
Wilson nodded slowly, watching as Sandra reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders letting her breasts spill free, her fingers flicking the bra away as an afterthought.
Her hands reached down, cupping the cap of Wilson's penis and smearing her hands with the freely leaking pre-cum that was oozing its way out of him. She tentatively brought her hands to her lips, experimentally licking them.
The taste was harsh than she expected, more metallic and muskier, but not entirely unpleasant. She wiped the rest of the slippery fluid between her breasts and then pulled his penis up, nestling the length of it against her chest.
She locked her eyes on his as she began licking the end of his cock. At the same time rocking her chest against him, letting his slide up and down between her breasts.
With as much concentration as he could muster, Wilson lifted his trunk to her chest. Stroking her bright pink nipple with the tip of his trunk. Trying to prove to her that he could be as careful as she needed him to be.
Sandra shivered as the fingerlike protrusions rolled her nipple with a nimbleness she hadn't expected. Opening her mouth wider and pulling more of his cock into her mouth. Trying to show him she appreciated it.
Wilson's reaction was immediate and obvious, the tip of his penis swelling in her mouth. The dull rumble in his chest that she could feel through her hips. She started to rock on him, dragging her own panty covered pussy up and down the length of his shaft as it snaked under her. Continuing to rock it up and down between her pressed breasts.
The rumble grew into a trumpeting roar which buffeted her hair back in a warm gust of air. She could feel his shaft swell underneath her and clamped her mouth tightly around his tip.
It went dry for a second, like the surf pulling back from the shore just before the crashing of a tidal wave. Then her mouth was flooded but spurt after spurt of hot, salty liquid. Filling her cheeks, covering the back of her throat, spurting around her lips and dribbling down her cheek.
She couldn't help but drop his penis out of her mouth as she gasped for air. The elephantine rod continued to spurt between her breasts, covering her chest with the mammoth's white seed.
Wilson stared up in disbelief at the woman sitting astride his stomach. His penis still clasped between her breasts. His thick white seed dripping from her nose, her chin, painting across her chest and dribbling down her nipples and belly,
She just smiled down at him, a slight blush of embarrassment starting to hue her cheeks, forcing him to try to find something to say.
"Should I get you a towel?" It was the only thing he could think to say. Having never been confronted with a situation like this, it seemed like the only logical thing to offer.
Sandra smirked even more, shaking her head slightly, the embarrassment fading, replaced by a slightly smug pride. Her hands reached down, stroking his trunk slowly, tenderly.
She licked her lips, the movement dislodging a large drip of white semen from her nose, which splashed noiselessly onto his chest. "I want to feel this in me."
Wilson watched her for a moment, unsure of her seriousness.
Sandra's fingers arrived at the end of his trunk, caressing the tip slowly. "I want this in me." She repeated her voice sharp with conviction. She leaned forward, his penis falling onto his chest as her nipples dragging along his skin.
"I want you in me." She repeated a third time, this time in a whisper, just next to his ear.
"Let's see what I can do for you, my dear." Wilson smiled, his trunk already moving over her shoulder, stroking her back. "Sit up. Take off your panties."
Sandra gave him a quick kiss on the side of his face, her heightened anticipation leaving a lip shaped stain of elephant seed on him. She stood up over him, one foot on the bed, the other resting lightly in the middle of his chest. Her hands quickly shucked the stained black panties off.
She was about to toss them to the side of the bed when Wilson's trunk quickly grasped them away from her.
"Mhmmm." The sound of approval echoed out of him as he inhaled through his trunk. The soiled panties shimmering in the wind dangling from his grasp as he smelled them. "You smell delightful too."
Sandra smirked as she sat back down, her legs astride his chest.
Wilson's trunk brought the panties to her face, carefully wiping his cold seed from her face. She leaned into his touch, enjoying the attention, even if she didn't mind keeping the stains.
He dropped the panties to the side of the bed before wrapping his trunk once around her waist in a light hug, the tip of it starting to rub against her blonde pussy. Her engorged clit was easily found, enflamed and dark red just like the wet lips the peeked out between her curly hair.
She leaned back, spreading her legs and presenting even more of herself to him. his trunk continued to explore her folds, teasing her. He watched as her chest heaved when he touched certain spots, her breasts shaking with each twitch.
He placed the end of his trunk over the top of her pussy, cuddling her clit. Then trumpeted out a long exhale, the warm breath of his exhale washing across her skin.
"Ohmygod!" Sandra shouted out in surprise, her body tensing at the sudden warmth that enveloped her tender most spots. For a split second she felt beyond her body, like the pleasure was too much and had taken over all of her being. Forcing her spirit right out of her body.
"You liked that, huh?" Wilson asked, surprised by the intensity of her response.
She nodded quickly, with wide eyes, and the expression immediately reminded him of the children at the zoo when they weren't spoiled brats. The way they'd stare up at him with the expression of awe and wonder. As if somewhere, deep inside them, somewhere primal, they found a respect for him. Something that he saw in only the rarest of adults.
Sandra's hands reached back and grasped his penis, still hard and long. She pushed it towards her ass, poking the tip at her anus. He could feel the tip of him just starting to enter her, the entrance slick with his slippery cum.
He watched up at her with a questioning look. Trying to see if she was serious in attempting this. She just nodded in reply, continuing to push his penis against herself.
He felt her muscles relax, her anus open, then the warmth of being inside her. It was only an inch at best, but it still caused his tip to swell, filling up with little extra space there was inside her.
"Uhhhnnn." Sandra moaned, her body swaying left and right slowly. It was the sound of pleasure mixed with the slightest bit of pain, and a significant portion of resolve.
Wilson wiggled the tip of his trunk into her pussy now, finding this fit much looser and accommodating. Another groan echoed out of her, her fingers releasing his penis and gripping his legs as she leaned further back.
Wilson flared his nostrils inside her pussy, making her exhale with a start, her fingernails gripping his grey skin. He flared them a second time and felt the unmistakable feeling of her orgasm. Her inner walls flooded with a moisture of her own, the sweet smell sliding up his nose and pleasing his mind.
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