Apart from the monkeys, which seem to do little else, I once had a visual adventure.Apart from the monkeys, which seem to do little else, I once had a visual adventure... Some friends and I visited the National Zoo in Washington DC, on a Saturday morning in March (April?) 1983. When we reached the camel display, two animals were visible. A female was kneeling on all fours, and a male stood next to her. They were across a fence and moat, on a small hill, some 20 meters away from my party. Without any visible prompting or apparent hurry, the female reached over and started licking his cock and balls. He stepped closer so that was convenient, rested his head on her back, and slowly closed his eyes. As she licked, his cock protruded from its sheath, and got turgid and surprisingly big. Once it was out, and stiff, she took the first 20 cm. into her mouth. Her tongue rhythmically came out and slurped back along one side of his cock (and perhaps the other; they were in profile so I don't know). Her mouth opened and closed gently, in time with her tongue. He stood still with his eyes closed, then started rubbing her back with his chin, never moving more than a few inches. After about 15 minutes, he started to shudder, pushing in a little deeper each time he did so. This went on and on, until his cock was in almost to the hilt. There must have been 25-30 cm. in her throat. After a few more minutes, foam started coming out of her mouth. She never varied her stroke, and caught much of it with her tongue, but either her swallowing channel was at least partially blocked, or she didn't try. Her mouth got frothier and frothier, and started to drip big, bubbly, off-white streamers. As he came and came, seemingly forever, the male opened his eyes and slowly nibbled his partner's back. Then he lifted his head and calmly looked around at the humans surrounding the enclosure. A large crowd had gathered, and since I was there from the start, I had a ringside seat. The children were observant and uninhibited. There were many shouts of "What are they doing, Mommy?" from kids ranging from two to perhaps ten, often followed by audible gasps from adults. Presumably, the older kids knew perfectly well what was going on, and kept quiet, hoping not to get hauled away. |