My Little Dolly Llama
#9 of A Real Animal Lover
Hello
again. Allow me to resume my stories about my days at my first zoo. I had an opportunity to check out a lot of
different animals while I was there, from the most wild to the tamest. The kid's
petting zoo, as I have mentioned, had a number of domestic animals available,
and one in particular proved to be a mildly difficult client to delve into. It
wasn't that she wasn't willing, for once I worked out the kinks, she was very
much willing. It was just a matter of her nature.
We got
her as a half grown cria. She was adorable, and I fell in love with her as much
as the rest of the staff did, because simply put, she was adorable. She was
fully grown at the end of twelve months, and she was a friendly, if sassy
addition to the zoo. She would walk around like a little queen, looking for
handouts and the occasional scratch behind the ears.
My
interest in her manifested early, but since I had plenty to occupy my time
(read the aforementioned stories) I waited until she was mature. I did a little
reading up on the species and knew I was going to run into a serious
compatibility problem.
All camelid
species had sex in the kush position, meaning the female folded up her legs and
waited the event out while comfortably sitting on the ground. That went for camels, llamas, alpacas and
guanacos. So, on the pretense of needing
it for doing her medical exams, I had a lightweight aluminum frame/box made
that would force her to stay on her feet. It was a handy device, able to be
broken down and stored when not in use. The zoo manager didn't complain about
the cost when I mentioned it would work for other species as well, such as our
deer, elk and goats.
I took
plenty of time allowing her to get used to me, and like any other animal, food
was a wonderful incentive for getting them to like you. We named her Hermosa;
Spanish for beautiful. She was a lovely thing, with her long neck, eyelashes
and curly coat. She was good natured, as shown by her tolerance of little children
who spent their visits to the zoo trying to get a ride on her back. I intended to
try this as well, only in a much more satisfying way.
Llamas
didn't come into heat, or estrus, like a lot of other animals did. They tended
to be stimulated into the release of an egg cell by the actual act of sex. That
meant that I would just sort of have to find her in the mood for company. That
made finding her receptive a hit or miss situation. I missed a lot. But not
always.
How it
happened the first time was rather strange when I look back on it. I had
assembled the framework inside the main barn holding the farm type animals in
preparation for examining the various animals the next day. The barn was spacious, and it housed the few
pigs; the goats and sheep, and of course Hermosa. We did have deer that came in
during really bad weather, but for the most part they remained out of doors.
Anyway, the next day was going to be a health inspection day.
I set
the frame up myself the night before, and while preparing it had her coming
over to see what I was doing. She was incurably nosy and was constantly
checking out anything that was happening around her. We accused her of wanting
to constantly hog the spotlight, and she had to be part of anything that was
different or out of her normal routine. Trust me, she loved having her
photograph taken, being quite the poser. There were worse things she could do,
trust me.
I kept
pushing her away as I worked until I realized she wasn't going to be leaving me
alone. So I upped the ante and swatted her butt, which had no effect at all. That
gave me an idea. I finished building the frame and lured her inside it, where I
closed it up and locked the bar in place. She now just had standing room only.
She didn't panic, but she did seem a little put off by it.
I ran
my hand under her tail and worked open her cunt. Unlike the rest of her that
was covered in thick dense fleece, the area under her tail was bare and
pink. She was a little dirty, as was normal
for animal like this, so I wasn't alarmed by it. I went over to the sink and
grabbed a towel, soaking it with warm water. I came back and washed her up. She
tolerated it to the point of seeming to get some pleasure out of it.
I drew
in a breath and made my decision. It was going have to be now or maybe never at
all. I got undressed, pulling my boots
back on when I was done. The floor in here needed to be cleaned and I wasn't
much up for squishy stuff between my toes.
Height-wise
we were nearly perfect. The only thing
wrong was that she had a little wiggle room inside the framework. I fixed that
by climbing in with her. My butt was against the cold metal while my front was
snuggled up close to that heat radiating rear-end of hers. She was stamping her
feet restlessly, so I spit a bit into my hand and lubed up the end of my cock.
I would have brought the regular stuff from the clinic had I known this was
going to happen.
I used
two fingers to spread her lips open and drove the head of my cock in the resulting
gap. It was a tight squeeze at first, but I pressed into her and the rest of it
slid in without trouble. She was pretty tight for an animal her size, even more
so when you considered the size of their babies, or cria as they call them in
Spanish. She was a hell of a lot tighter than Olive, but maybe just a little
less enthusiastic.
Once I
was plugged into her rear, she tried several times to drop to the floor. She
wasn't being perverse; she was just going with her instinct. If she had managed
to get down on her knees this would have been nearly impossible for me, hence
the need for the framework.
After a
while she begrudgingly gave up trying to drop to the floor. I had a hold of her
haunches with her tail plastered against my belly and chest. I was glad I gave
her a wash up first. She was a little damp from it, but I had a feeling that by
the time I was done we'd be a bit damper still. I was hoping for a long night.
You may
or may not know that llama's are unusual in several aspects when it comes to
breeding. I mentioned the kush position already. But the fact was, two mating
llamas may go at it for nearly an hour, an almost unheard of thing in the
animal kingdom. Why you ask? Because of predators. It's not advisable to be
humping your mate for too long, for then you tune out your environment, which
normally has one or two larger predators lurking around. But llamas, once they
got going, didn't stop until they were good and ready.
I
certainly was good and ready to get this party started. And I had a good half
hour in me if not more, because I had been draining the tank often now, with
all of the friendly animals at my disposal. I adjusted my stance and went to
work. That slick, warm, tight, seemingly-endless hole was wonderful. I could
feel her tunnel walls grasping at me with each pass, and I could see where a
male might stick around longer than a few measly minutes.
To be
honest, at this stage I had no idea what a male's organ looked like, but I knew
as a matter of anatomy it had to be long. Like with Olive, I found myself
wishing for a little more length. The diameter was perfect however, and I had
no complaints there.
I
slammed away on her cunt for five, then ten, and finally fifteen minutes. I was
beginning to see why they might choose to do this on ground level. I had already
had a long day and my legs were wearing out. But mornings where out of the
question, so this was my only time where I could do things unobserved. I stiffened both my spine and my resolve and
carried on.
She was
making those little noises only llamas can make, and unless you've heard them,
there is no way I can explain it to you. But it was pretty cool. It meant to me
that she was into this one hundred per cent, and that made me happy and therefore
my effort worthwhile. I picked up the pace a little, seeing if I could get her
to react a little more. I don't think that I did, for she remained fairly
motionless, but it got me going. I guess there was no point in expecting her to
go beyond her limited boundaries. A
screaming llama orgasm in the wild would probably bring down every jaguar for
ten miles around.
At the
twenty minute mark my hands started to cramp from the hold I had on her fleece,
and my legs were getting wobbly. But I persevered. Leaning back against the frame, which sadly
was not bolted to the floor, I pulled her backwards and renewed my efforts. My hips were working overtime as I slammed
into the solidly built, yet delicately shaped backside. I tuned out the aches
and pains and focused on the pleasure. It was a fairly easy thing to do as long
as I concentrated on my cock. That meant ignoring the creaking frame as it
scraped along the floor.
It was beginning
to feel to me that the longer I went, the more like her vagina was acting as a
slippery sleeve, for as I pulled back, it seemed that her walls moved a little
with me. Whatever the case, I was enjoying it immensely and wishing I had the
strength to go on for an hour longer. I got ten more minutes.
The
frame work began to rattle more loudly as I drove it inside her like a maniac.
I could feel little bits of fluff pulling loose from under my fingers as I
fucked her hard and fast. She pushed
back into me as my thrusts grew more rapid. Then she constricted around me,
restricting her circumference and making her tighter still. That was enough for
me. I cut loose as my balls spilled forth like a geyser.
By the
time it was done. I was only managing to stay on my feet by my anchorage in her
fur. Well, I was up against the framework too, and that helped. I stayed where
I was for another good ten minutes, waiting for the strength to flow back into
my legs. In the meantime, I could feel her quivering around my cock. I was
certain that if I had the energy, I could go again. But unless she was willing
to came back with me and lay down on the bed, we where both out of luck.
I
didn't even get dressed when I left. I gather my clothing and stomped back to
the clinic pretty much au natural. I got the boots and socks off, took a shower
and went to bed. I slept well, and thankfully, when the alarm when off early in
the morning, I remembered to go back and make sure there was no evidence of my
presence there the night before. All there was, outside of the towel, was the
framework, and since it was supposed to be there, I was safe. Hermosa was in
her stall, on her own accord, and she came out to greet me.
I gave
her some simple loving; a little scratch here and there and a pat on the head.
I told her what a good girl she was. She nibbled at my hair as if to say
thanks. I did notice that there was a trail of dried cum from her cunt traveling
down her belly, so I scrubbed it away before anyone would have a chance to
notice. She seemed to enjoy my presence there, and despite my cock rising at
the thought of another round, I fought it down and returned to the clinic. My
assistants would be coming along soon enough, and I had another big day ahead
of me. But there was always tonight, if she was willing. I knew I was ready to hit
the dance floor again. And like the night before, I wouldn't even need music to
do the llama llama.