Sticking it in the Ass.
#4 of A Real Animal Lover
Yes,
there were a lot of different animals at the zoo. So what questions do you
have? Where was it at? Nice try... I wouldn't tell you for a ton of cash. I was
never discovered I my clandestine activities, and I intend for it to remain
that way. So what do you want to know about next?
I know,
I know; how can you ask when you have no idea what I had access to? Well, let
me see. There were the domestics I mentioned before. Hmmm. Maybe Annabelle...
Annabelle
was a donkey in the petting zoo. She didn't actually mingle with people, but
was in her own, rather open enclosure. She was friendly, since like a lot of
animals, she got fed all the time. She was a touch overweight, but otherwise in
tip top shape. There was no male, as it was with a lot of the animals, because
the zoo would have no way of handling a large influx of births. That was
something I worked on correcting.
Anna
had a habit, with the information regarding it being passed along to me by the
staff. She was missing a patch of her hair on her rump. The reason was that she
was constantly scratching at the spot on a bit of wooden post that jutted off
of the framework of her shelter. I had looked at it and agreed with their
assessment, though it was obvious just by watching her behavior what had caused
it.
When
people wouldn't being paying attention to her, she would wander over and
scratch her butt on the post, really getting into it. I didn't think much of it
at first, because there were a lot of animals to get to know. It's hard to
focus on a few when you have many under your care. Besides, what
horse/ass/mule/donkey didn't getting itchy skin?
But one
day, I was in the pen next to hers, checking over the sheep, when I saw her go
into her shelter. There was a knothole where I could see in, so I stood and
looked in on her. She was scratching her backside vigorously, but not like I
had presumed. What she was actually doing was working it against her vulva and
masturbating with it. I think that if she had a dildo nailed up there she would
never have come out of her shelter.
It was
a quiet day, so she stayed in there for a while, shaking the structure with her
energetic self pleasuring. I quit watching, largely because I was getting a
hard on. I returned to check on the sheep, and finding one in the back, behind
a low wood partition, got some of my sexual tension out on the poor thing with
my fingers. Thankfully, it didn't seem to mind. It seemed all the girls here in
the zoo needed a guy.
The
sheep were big enough to handle me, but I wasn't interested in them at the
moment. Annabelle had exposed a rather hot pink slit during her frantic
rubbing. It wouldn't be as tight as Olive or Goosey, but I bet it was just as
willing, probably more so.
I left
the sheep pen, went and found an apple, and returned to her pen. She trotted
over to the gate, ears up and completely alert. I held up the apple and walked
into her shelter. She followed like a pet dog. Once inside, I gave her the
apple and while she demolished it, ran my hand over the bare spot. It was abraded,
but not raw. She had been doing it for so long the area had calloused over. The
poor girl! She needed screwed pretty badly.
As
usual, I waited until evening, making certain the park was devoid of human
life. I made my way across the compound to the petting zoo, to where she was
still scratching at her itch. I had another apple with me, which she nearly
pounced to grab. I patted her shoulders, her back, working my way down to her
butt. She tolerated my actions with little fanfare, but as I worked my hand
down her hip and inside, under her tail, she froze.
Her
head turned to look at me. Her ears were up, and she snorted once or twice.
Since this wasn't in any way aggressive, I worked my hand to her cunt and pried
it open. She blew out a breath and held stock still.
She was
wet, and as before from the glimpse I got, her cunt was a hot pink slit against
her gray fur. She was tighter than I expected her to be, given her size
compared to the others, but being a virgin, I suppose things hadn't had a
chance to get stretched out. I slid in four fingers, but my balled up fist
wouldn't go in. But damn, was she getting off on me trying!
I
didn't need any other prompting. I stripped and got behind her. I lifted her
tail out of the way and pushed in. Like with the ostrich, I knew she could take
a lot more, and I sort of wished I had it to give.
I
grabbed her by the haunches and went to work. She helped matters by pushing
back against me. She was even biting the wooden board that ran across the one
side of her shelter. I knew it couldn't be from pain, because lord knows I
wasn't hung like a horse. She just needed it so desperately that she had to
fight the urge to go crazy.
I had
no such qualms. My first load was delivered within minutes. It was a turn on to
know that she needed what I had to give. I pumped her full, all the while
feeling her contracting around me. I remained at my station until I was sure I
was done filling her up, and then started pumping her again. In no time I was
hard and ready. This time I would last for a longer period of time.
As I
did, she resorted to her ass wagging again. I guess old habits died hard, and
her movements made it a little difficult for me to stay inside. A male equine,
with its weight, would have held her still, but then again, he would have been
done in less than a minute. We were going to have as long as I could hold out.
I needed to get her to settle down.
Hardly
believing I was doing this, I pulled out, and grabbing a halter from the
cabinet on the wall, put it on her and tried to tie her head down low to an
eyehook. She was patient with my attempts, but finally butted her head up. She
suddenly stopped and sniffed my crotch. Recognizing her own smell mingled with
mine, she snorted and gave my cock a lick. It was an incredibly slow one,
running from my balls to the tip.
Now, if
you know anything about horses and their teeth, don't be fooled by the fact
that they're herbivores. Their front teeth are narrow and chiseled on the ends.
They can inflict a pretty severe bite. So I was a tad nervous about having my
cock anywhere near her mouth.
However,
if you can forget about those teeth, then there is something else about an
equine's mouth you should know. Their lips are designed for grabbed grasses and
other plant material. They are very strong and very soft. Oh god, how soft they
are.
I don't
know if horses perform fellatio in the wild. I doubt it. But for some reason,
she decided that she wanted my cock in her mouth. Once she started, I simple
grabbed her head and hung on. And the fact was this; I have never had a blow
job like this ever. Her teeth never came into play. Her wet tongue curled
around me, and those lips worked my shaft all the way to the base and beyond.
I
suppose she was sort of thanking me, and while I didn't mind, I was more than
willing to keep working over her back end for as long as she tolerated it. But
I was now no longer in a rush to get back there. The only odd thing was that
she was mildly pulling me backwards. I figured out her plan when her head
started waggling back and forth. She had worked herself backwards to her
favorite knot and was rubbing against it like a manic.
I held
onto her ears, hoping that I wasn't hurting them. Ears are pretty sensitive you
know. After a while, I started my own movements, fucking her face with
increasing ferocity. Her tongue was curled up like the lower half of a vaginal
wall. Her lips were more interactive than I could ever have dreamed of.
When I
came, I could feel her teeth against my crotch as I pressed in tightly. She
wasn't biting. She just had her lips parted to make things easier for me. I
grabbed her mane and pounded until I thought her head would come off. Of
course, I was the one who lost my head. With a groan, I spilled my balls into
her mouth.
I was
panting like crazy while she patiently waited for me to vacate her mouth. When
I did, she swallowed and whinnied. Right then and there I knew she was going to
be my regular girl here at the zoo. As it was, she was turning around to
present her butt to me. I smiled and patted it.
"Give
me a little respite girl. I need time to recharge!"
She
snorted and trotted off into the darkened enclosure. When she came back a few
minutes later, I swear her look was "Well, are you ready yet?"
I
grabbed my half limp tool and worked my hand over it. It was still plenty slick
from her saliva. She watched me for a few minutes as I willed it back to life.
When it was finally hard enough to stick back in her, I did. You could almost
hear her sigh.
I
worked her over for the next hour. Yeah, that long. I couldn't get the next
load to come up. She enjoyed every minute of it. So did I, even if I was nearly
ready to drop when I came. I was thankful our heights matched in the right
spot, or else I would have had cramped toes when I was done.
The
unique thing was watching her do her little winking trick that horny mares do.
Also of interest was the doughnut hole right about it. It was as gray as the
rest of her skin, but a little pink showed through there from time to time,
giving off the idea that she might want a little action there as well. I might
give it a try, but not tonight. I was all done. Sadly for her, I think she
would have gone all night. She apparently had greater needs to be filled than I
did, and that was saying something!