The Giraffe

Chris had always wanted to visit Africa, and stepping out of the plane into the dry air made him realise that he was finally there. He looked around the airstrip, dragging his case behind him as he and several other eager tourists walked across the asphalt. He squinted in the bright sunlight that beat down on his short black hair and light tan face, causing him to turn away in discomfort.

After heading through the small airport, he found his way onto the a small 4x4 that he hired back at home. He could imagine it now, a long drive across the plains, wind in his hair, sun glinting off the paintwork as he sped by the animals. He wanted to get started as soon as possible, considering that it was approaching sundown and he wanted to get up and close to at least one animal a day. He was fascinated by all the creatures of the savannah but his favourite of all was the giraffe. Everything about them was amazing; their long purple tongues, their low under hanging stomachs and of course, their gigantic necks that went on forever. Luckily those things were herbivores, no risk of being chased by one he thought to himself smirking.

He jumped into the front seat, adjusting the height and distance before he turned the ignition. Soon he was off bumping down the rocky little roads that led away down into nowhere. He glanced at his map every so often just to make sure he was heading in the right direction, heading to the nearest waterhole. Soon the road turned to nothing and the jeep was cross country. After an hour of driving across the now golden red landscape, he saw it. Looking through the window, he saw the tall, elegant silhouette of a fully grown giraffe.

He sped a little closer before getting out, not wanting to scare it away. As he approached it, he began to inspect it, looking over its body. The first thing Chris noticed is that it was a male, and what a male! His eyes locked on to the gently swaying organ that hung below the animal, but soon caught himself watching the beasts stomach move up and down as it breathed. He was right next to the animals back leg, and it still hadn’t moved! He couldn’t resist, and even though he could end up trampled, he began to stroke to muscular leg in front of him.

The giraffe swung his head round and down to see the visitor calmly stroking his leg. The human’s warm smooth hands felt pleasant on him; however, the giraffe was plotting what to do with him. It wasn’t so often that his kind was offered such easy… prey. The giraffe lowered his head down to the human who just looked back in awe. The creature put his nostril’s against the young mans before letting out a long lick with his broad, wet purple tongue.

Chris never expected this to happen, not only had this creature not ran off or hurt him, but he was friendly! He looked it back in the eyes, unable to get the sight of the giant tongue from his mind, sweeping across his face slobbing wet, smelly saliva all over him. He hadn’t realised until now just how awful the beast smelt! Not only was it the warm fur that toward above him, but the wafting breath that spilled over the creature’s flat tongue. He stoked the side of its muzzle only to find that the stench of the creatures spit was turning him on, wildly. The giraffe opened its mouth again, releasing yet another long lick across Chris’ face, tasting his warm soft flesh under his tongue. The human was in heaven, never had he imagined (well, he had always imagined) that he could be so close to a giraffe like this. To the man’s delight, the giraffe began to poke its nose around Chris’s crotch. It was too much of an opportunity to miss, and he man quickly threw off his clothing and tossed it aside.

The giraffe had him now, naked and controlled, it was only a matter of time now… Chris however approached the warm muzzle again, watching it open a little. The thick leathery lips shone in the light, begging him to taste them. He moved his face to those big welcoming lips, pressing his nose in-between them, deeply inhaling the rich smells from inside the mouth. The tongue slid under his chin, cupping it softly in suction like grasp. He too licked back, tasting the giraffe’s spittle as it coated his face and neck, dripping down his body. He needed to feel more of it; he wanted to feel the tongue everywhere. He pushed his head in.

The giraffe was surprised, he never thought it would be a willing prey, but this way he would be able to taste and suckle every last part of the human morsel. The giraffe gentle suck the human’s head like a piece of candy, his lips warmly hugging his neck like a warm slippery collar.

Chris pushed in more until his shoulders were entering the warm orifice that greedily accepting him. Drool oozed around his chest as it slipped off his shoulders and onto his throbbing member. He turned his face in the mount trying to feel it on his cheeks, trying to be totally covered by the creature. He wanted it, he needed it. He pushed more until his nipples were into the mouth with a squelch. The giraffe began chewing on him slightly. The blunt teeth just tenderising his flesh as he lay face down in tongue and slick saliva. His arms rubbed the cheeks from the outside, feeling his captors jaws working him into a soft slick piece of meat through warm fur.

His head began to enter the throat as the giraffe made his first swallow. The tongue lurched, pressing him powerfully against the roof of the mouth, which in turn buried him half-deep in the thick, broad, salivating tongue before squeezing it into the warm tube of flesh. The breath was blowing into his face, hot and stale and reeking of digestion, a smell that Chris wanted to be surrounded by by the second. The giraffe was enjoying the experience too, making soft groans as his throat began to fill with thick man hide, sweaty and slick.

With his head buried in smothering throat flesh, his slight pot belly was being bathed lusciously by the tongue, working the saliva into his skin making is subtle, easier to digest. Chris’ arms were pinned to his sides now as they were trapped together by the thick lips. He moaned inside the throat, wriggling and squirming just to feel the bulging oesophagus stretch and pull against him.

The giraffe moved his head in front of him, lifting it up to its full height with the man’s waist down still kicking limply from the maw of the stinking beast. He tongue moved his tongue across the man’s member and balls, slicking it before bringing it between his legs and up his sweating crack, exploring the musky tastes of man. Chris went wild inside, panting deeply, sharing the same reeking humid air around him as his cock was teased and pulled under the smooth organ. His balls moved and tensed, trying to resist the urge to spill his seed all over the creature’s mouth; No, he wanted to save that to lube him down the throat. The giraffe pulled on the saddle like man and swallowed, sending Chris into the long throat up to his waist while only his shins and feet remained in the fresh air.

As the trapped and sweating man looked down the slimy tube he could only see darkness, connected with strands of slime that stank of rotting leaves and stale acid, but he loved it. His hips were thrusting involuntarily into the slickened valleys of the tongue, mixing his pre with the all covering saliva that dripped around him. He was sliding by gravity now, his shins feeling a little friction against the thick warty lips, before them to with his feet and toes slid past into the humid, stinking maw filled with man. The giraffe closed his jaws and swallowed mightily.

From the outside, the man made a massive bulge in the giraffe’s neck, clearly outlined with the man’s face, arms and cock. Chris was fully inside now, completely surrounded by a giant sweating beast in its tight throat, being squeezed by ripples of mucous and muscle all over his body. He had completely left the mouth and was only midway down the giant throat, the thick rings of muscle pulling on his cock, slapping it against his stomach which was pushing out into the taught furry neck. It was too much for him. His body convulsed inside the slick tube, making the entire giraffes bulge wobble from side to side as he gasped and moaned in sheer ecstasy. Continually pushing. All the way down in hot darkness, until the sound of the heart was load, pounding, pounding the walls of the slick flesh itself.

Chris’ face was pushed into a thick ring of muscle. He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue into it, tasting the warm, thick fluids of inner giraffe. It coated his mouth making him murr in lust. The ring opened a little, and his head was pushed into the belly of the giraffe, the same low hanging belly he had admired only minutes ago. He smelled deeply, the hot and steamy vapours of stomach juice entered his sinuses, making his cock push up again into the throat. He was pushed into to his waist before his face was smushed into the slick yet firm stomach wall. As he was pushed further, he began to curl up, the stomach’s goo covering his back and face. With only his legs remaining, his entire body fell into the baggy sac, filled with a little liquid, but mainly mucous and slime from the throat and that loving tongue.

The giraffe felt his meal enter his stomach with a splash, making its sway gently as his victim struggled and squirmed in his muscular prison. The giraffe relished that taste of the man, especially his ass, he loved that part of human. He walking a few steps to a tree before slumping down to the floor to digest his meal, letting out a belch falling asleep.

However, it was not over for Chris. As the giraffe walked he felt his new compact home bobbed, turning him on even more. He could stop thinking about how he must look from the outside, a nice rounded bulge slowly breathing inside a grand giraffe. He pushed his face into the warm sac, moving his legs around, getting the slick mucous everywhere so he could truly feel like a piece of food. When the giraffe lay down, he could feel the ground through the inches of thick belly meat. His pushed his cock into it, the hot juices sloshing over it. He grabbed his member as he thrust it into the walls, smothering himself with the animal’s digestive fluids. The stale and rancid air was all he could smell as his balls slipped over his thighs, into the pool of mucous. Then, as his frantic humping continued, the giraffe let out a giant burp that shook the belly. As the stinking air rushed around him, the wall tightened and he was squeezed on every side by powerful, strong and smelly giraffe belly. It constricted him, his face sucking into the warm folds of the stomach as he breathed in the reaming, putrid air.

The giraffe laid his hoof on his stomach and stocked the struggling human and his pumped away at his member. Feeling the hard hoof from within the slick sac put him over, shooting his seed all over the stomach wall and onto his face. He licked it off, slowly rocking back into position, cradled by the contractions and constrictions of the belly. The humid air, powerful smells and rhythmic pulsing lulled him into a warm sleep as the juices sloshed about slowly digesting the willing prey. He looked up to the walls as they hugged him one last time before another belch pushed the stomach into his face, gently squeezing and digesting him inside the tight, smelling giraffe belly.

End.