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                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.