Women Who Perform With AnimalsChapter 2
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At the precise moment of the redhead's orgasm, her masturbating friend came too. He came so hard, his come hit the tabletop. Lenny dug deeply between her thighs searching for the very source of her passion. Boss Carl thrashed so violently in his excitement that he upset the wine glasses which were hastily removed by the waiter.
Lyle Montagne was studying Lenny's lovely features with a great deal of interest. He had a hunch that this was the girl that they had been looking for... of course, it was too early to tell for sure.
There were, he thought with a grim smile, several tests yet to be completed.
The threesome recovered their strength over some after-dinner drinks, then moved back to the elaborate offices of the famous and wealthy Boss Carl.
This was to be the scene of the next test. Lenny's mind was in a turmoil; she wondered with some apprehension, precisely what these two fabulous and unusual men had in mind for her now.
Lyle ushered her politely to a couch in the corner of the office, while Boss Carl rummaged in a cabinet. Lenny had no idea what they were doing...
"Next," Lyle said gently, "we must test your background..."
"Fine," Lenny replied brightly, "I'll tell you anything you want to know."
Boss Carl turned suddenly from the cabinet. In his hand was a long and lethal hypodermic needle. He laughed in his peculiar, guttural way and said, "You, my little kitten, are going to tell us everything, whether you like it or not."
"What do you mean?" Lenny was, for the first time, truly afraid, "What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing to be frightened of, my dear," Lyle crooned soothingly, "Simply a slight dose of sodium pentathol--the truth serum."
"Truth serum?" she looked helplessly from one to the other. "What the hell do you mean? What is a truth serum?"
Boss Carl let a crooked grin crease his pallid face, "A truth serum, Lenny, don't you understand? We're going to put you to sleep. While you are asleep you will relive the exotic events of your young life. Whatever question we ask you, whatever event we ask about, you will have to tell us the absolute truth in every detail. You will not be able to lie!"
She shivered--this was a bit more than she had bargained for. Besides, she had never enjoyed shots of any kind. Obviously, however, the young dancer was going to have no choice in the matter.
While Lyle held her down on the soft couch, Boss Carl slid the needle into her arm. She winced slightly with the pricking of the sharp point... then the drug began to have its effect. She felt herself floating above the room, sliding away from the two men who huddled eagerly over her prostrate body.
She thought she heard singing somewhere... it sounded like the voice of her mother, but it was soon gone in the muddle of sounds and sensations that came to her as though through a fog.
Suddenly, with a start, she realized that a dark form was moving toward her through the mist. She was able only to make out that it was a man--a man in a trenchcoat.
Then he moved through the last tendrils of shifting fog. It was a vision of Boss Carl. He was speaking to her, her voice slowly, dreamily coming to her through the whirling mists.
"Can you hear me, Lenny..."
She moaned and twisted her head from side to side, fighting for fuller consciousness. Her limbs felt heavy, drugged. She no longer knew where she was.
"... Lenny, can you hear me speaking to you?"
"Yes she replied in a faint, trance-like voice.
"Excellent," Boss Carl said. "Now, you must tell me everything that I ask you to..."
"I will, Boss Carl," she replied vaguely. "I will tell you everything that you ask of me..."
"Wonderful, Lenny," he said in a deep voice. "Now I am going to start by asking you some questions about your childhood."
She nodded and waited...
"Did you like animals when you were a little girl, Lenny?"
"Yes..."
"How much, Lenny?" the voice asked. "Did you pet them and touch them?"
"Yes..."
"Was there an animal that you especially liked?"
"Yes..."
"What kind of an animal was that, Lenny?"
"It... it was a... a horse..."
"What was the horse's name?"
"Charley..."
"Will you tell us about the times when you and Charley had special fun, Lenny?"
"Yes..."
"Thank you, Lenny," Boss Carl's voice was growing far away, and the vision of the great man also blurred as though the fog was closing around him.
In his place, Lenny now saw her old childhood pet, the gentle horse, Charley. She ran to him and began to pet his mane. He turned his great brown eyes to her and seemed to smile.
Suddenly, Lenny remembered where she was. She was in the barn that the family had had when she was just thirteen years old. Of course, and here was good old Charley.
They had just been out for a ride and she was brushing him. She brushed down his sweating flanks until the short, dark hair gleamed like burnished gold. Then, tenderly, she rubbed his cheeks and let her fingers tickle the underside of his great strong neck. She giggled as he whinnied and stamped in growing excitement. She had long ago noticed that he became stiff and erect when she brushed him. She was old enough to know what his massive organ was for...
She looked apprehensively around the stables. There seemed to be no one about. Her father and mother were in town, buying some supplies. With a wicked little-girl grin, Lenny reached down and began to caress the horses belly. He made a strange groaning noise as she did so.
"Oh, so you want to talk to me," Lenny laughed gaily, "well go ahead, Charley, talk!"
His great horse head turned to her plaintively. She felt an overwhelming wave of affection for this huge and muscular companion. After all, she thought to herself, he had always been good to her... loyal and gentle in every way... perhaps she should repay him by doing something that would please him.
Of course, she sensed that what she was doing to him--letting her slender fingers rub closer and closer to that massive organ-- was wrong. But she didn't really care. If anyone thought she was committing some kind of sin, that would have to be because they didn't really know Charley and what wonderful things he had done for her.
She let her hand slip closer and closer to the great stiff animal-prick. The huge animal began to tremble with excitement and make that strange groaning sound in its throat.
"Keep talking," Lenny murmured, "Keep talking, Charley; I like it."
Then she took his mammoth member in her slender fingers and began to stroke it. She had never touched a cock before, man or animal's. Something in its foreign and exotic nature excited her. She closed her eyes and imagined a prince in shining white armor, as tall and strong as a beast with locks of golden hair falling in tumbles over his brow. She imagined that she was reaching in behind the codpiece of this kind knight and stroking his gigantic prick. It was thrilling.
She wondered as the organ began to grow in her hand, she wondered whether a man's cock was this big. With a sudden flush of passion, young Lenny Morgan vowed to find out. She felt a surge of desire in her loins, a wetness that glistened down the insides of her thighs.
"Oh!" she cried out, "Oh! Charley! This is fun, isn't it?"
The big animal nodded and neighed in assent.
Then he came violently all over the front of Lenny's dress. She stared down at the liquid with disbelief; the stuff had a peculiar, yet somehow exciting odor. The sight of it smeared all over her smock thrilled her.
The stirring in her loins grew stronger, more demanding. She could no longer stand it. She could no longer deny herself the thrill. With a rough gesture, she forced her little hand up under her skirt and began to rub her own cunt.
Charley, smelling the female odors, turned his great head and began to lap at her crotch with a long pink tongue.
"Oh Charley!" she cried out involuntarily, then could speak no more. The rough surface of the horse's tongue was grinding against her clitoris in the most sensuous way...
She ripped her panties from her hips, tossing them aside on a bundle of hay.
The horse whinnied beneath her skirts and began to lap even more avidly.
With a shudder, grabbing the horse's ears tightly in her young hands--Lenny Morgan came for the first time in her life. Shoving her lovely young hips against the large animal's head vigorously.
When she had finally spent all the juices stored within her cunt, the young girl bent to kiss the beast's prick tenderly right on the massive head, then scampered up the walk to the main house.
When her mother arrived from town, carrying a large bundle in her arms and asking how the ride had been, Lenny just grinned.
"Charley and I," Lenny said innocently, "had a marvelous time..."
Lyle Montagne lit a cigarette and stared pointedly at Boss Carl. Both men had become somewhat excited by the story Lenny had told them under the truth serum.
"What do you think, Carl?" Lyle asked.
"I think we might have stumbled onto something really groovy with this chick," the big man answered as he fished a cigar out of his pocket. He always carried several in his trenchcoat. Fat and smelly cigars were Boss Carl's trademark.
"Well," Lyle rubbed his hands together in brisk enthusiasm, "I guess we know everything that we need to know."
Boss Carl raised an arresting hand. "Not so damned fast, actor-boy. "He turned his gaze toward the lovely body of Lenny Morgan where it lay on the couch. "Let's see what else we can find in this girl's past. Turn on the tape again-I'm going to ask some more questions."
In her mind, Lenny Morgan saw the mists close once again on her childhood home--sounds and visions streaked before her eyes as though she were tumbling through space.
Out of the swirling haze, she heard Boss Carl's voice once more.
"Lenny, my lovely girl, do you still hear me?"
"Yes, Boss Carl, I hear you."
It was odd, but her own voice sounded to her to be just as distant as Boss Carl's.
"Now, Lenny," the voice droned on, "did you have any other experiences in that field? I mean, experiences with animals in which you stroked them and became excited?"
The mists parted slowly, she was hitching along a highway now. She was eighteen years old.
The automobiles sped by without even glancing at her. She was discouraged. She hadn't thought it would be so difficult to hitchhike to the city. No one seemed to care about her. No one seemed to be willing to give her a ride into the future.
Sobbing quietly, the young woman sat by the road. There was no one else around and she began to feel a deep, intense loneliness.
Suddenly, there was a noise behind her. It was a bull in the field by the road. He was large and strong with a mean red look in his eyes.
Lenny turned toward him in fright. But she soon realized that she was safe. Not only was the animal fenced into the small pasture, but he also seemed to be friendly and curious.
Lenny moved to the fence and held out a handful of grass. The beast took it shyly and walked some distance away before eating it. After he had digested the entire handful of grass, the bull turned toward her with a baleful look in his eyes.
"Come on, boss," she said temptingly, holding out another handful of grass. "Come on, bossie, get something to eat."
The monstrous beast moved closer to her and pulled the handful of grass eagerly into his mouth. This time, the large bull did not move away. He opened his great mouth and mooed in the most mournful of tones.
"Whatcha want, bossie?" the young woman asked gently, stroking his massive black head.
The animal whooped and pressed his huge chest against the barb wire fence, heedless of the sharp prongs that dug into his flesh.
"Oh!" Lenny cried out in sympathy. "You're going to hurt yourself!" Impulsively, she clambered through the fence and led the bull toward the center of the field. He bellowed and moaned as her soft hands caressed his immensely muscular body.
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