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…"
"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."
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.
By chance, Lenny glanced beneath his belly and saw a movement. She was startled at first, for it seemed to be an independently living thing. Then she realized that the motion was the rising of the bull's own male organ. Fascinated, she stepped back and gazed at it. It was colossal. Perhaps a foot and a half in length when fully erect.
"Bossie," she said in a hushed voice, "that is a big one!"
Bending quickly, Lenny scampered under the great heaving belly of the beast and took his immense cock in both her hands. She rubbed her palms together enthusiastically, until the friction made the red organ hot and hard as a piece of freshly tempered steel.
Then, without even a second thought, Lenny took the thick head of the bull's penis in her mouth. He hunched his hindquarters and humped rhythmically at her red lips. She sucked vigorously and noisily.
The beast began to bellow happily. Lenny moved back for an instant to catch her breath.
"Like it, lover?" she asked seductively, stroking his swelling underbelly. His answer was a roar that threatened to shake the fence posts from their places.
Laughing gaily, Lenny closed her full luscious red lips over the head of the bull's huge rod once more. She sucked and sucked, bobbing her head back and forth rhythmically, working against the thrusts of the heavy animal's body.
Suddenly, the beast's back legs skidded out straight and stiff behind him. He braced and shivered ecstatically. With a great bellow and whoosh of hot liquid, the animal came into Lenny's willing and waiting mouth.
"Um," she crooned happily, wiping at the corners of her mouth. "Umm, lover bull, umm!"
Then the mists began to close around her again, the bull disappeared, and she was only aware of a rushing through time. A rushing controlled by the mysterious Boss Carl and his truth serum – sodium pentathol.
The great booming voice came through the shroud of fog once more. "Lenny, Lenny…" it echoed. "That was very interesting, but was there anything more that happened?"
She smiled at the suggestion. Yes, she thought coyly, there was one thing more. But it was so strange and embarrassing she had never told anyone of it. She did not want to tell anyone of it.
"You must tell me," Boss Carl's voice thundered ominously. "You must tell me, Lenny."
And the mists cleared once more.
She was in the zoo. It was quite late and only a few die-hard stragglers were headed for the dark gateways. She had stopped to hustle an attractive young attendant.
"Well honey," Lenny crooned seductively, "don't you get off from work soon?" She was twenty-one and already a full-time prostitute and part-time dancer. She was working her way up in the world.
"Yeah," the young man grinned. "Yeah, sure, baby. But I gotta clean out one more cage before we take off."
"Oh, good!" Lenny chirped. "That sounds real interesting. I just love animals. Can I come and help you?" It was actually true. Lenny did love animals. Sometimes they seemed much nicer to her than people. Much friendlier…
The young attendant looked for a moment at this young streetwalker who seemed so different from the others. There was something exciting and special about her, the attendant thought. She was so enthusiastic and fresh.
"Sure, baby," he said finally. "Why not?"
They walked down the long rows of cages, past the elephants and monkeys and tigers. They stopped before the gorilla cage.
"I gotta clean out the gorilla cages," he said. "You still want to help me out?"
There was a peculiar gleam in Lenny's eyes as she stared at the large hairy beasts.
"Of course," she said quickly.
The two entered the cage and began to sweep up the shavings. In a few minutes they had made a large pile of shavings in one corner. A wild idea came to Lenny then. She sat heavily on the pile of shavings and began to pull her low-cut blouse off over her head.
"Hey!" the young attendant shouted. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready for you," she answered softly from the dark corner. "Let's do it right here. It's wild!"
"Are you crazy?" he glanced apprehensively toward the gorillas who had huddled fearfully in the other corner.
"If you do me right here in the gorilla cage," she purred seductively, "I won't charge you at all. You see, I've never had it in a gorilla cage before."
The attendant thought about it for a second, then decided that it made sense. Besides, the sight of her magnificently bare breasts in the dim light was exciting him already. His prick strained beneath his uniform trousers. He stood for a moment or two just staring at her, taking in her beauty.
Unbeknownst to either of them, another pair of eyes was watching carefully, interestedly.
Lenny pulled the fastener free and let her short skirt slide down over her thighs. As was her custom in those days, she wore no panties.
"Come on, lover boy," she hissed temptingly.
She writhed suggestively on the mound of shavings, letting her hand slip down between her legs to massage the furry opening into greater readiness.
Unable to control himself any longer, the young attendant began to remove his trousers at the same time as he rushed toward her.
In his haste, the fellow tripped on the pants, which fell down, around his ankles. He landed with his face in her lap. Impulsively, he began to kiss her cunt. He sucked on the musky juices and let his tongue slide in and out of the opening.
Lenny hunched her loins up against the young man's willing lips. She loved to have men kiss her there.
"Suck on it, lover," she murmured. "Suck, suck!"
"Mmm," he groaned ecstatically as he let his hands move up to titillate her lovely breasts.
Something about the strange situation excited him, as he had never been excited before. His cock grew so stiff and large that he feared it might burst. He kissed her cunt and sucked her cunt and let his tongue explore her womanly softness. He wanted to drink her essence into him until he could drink no more. But soon he realized that there was something he wanted more.
His stiff prick yearned to home itself in her soft wet vulva. He could not wait any longer. With a cry of desperate urgency, he lunged up onto her, forcing his prick into her so deeply that he feared he might injure her.
"Ahh!" he screamed in lascivious delight. "Ahh! Let's screw and screw and screw! Let's screw our brains out!"
The feel of his stiff, hot cock in her cunt was delicious to lovely Lenny. She cried out and struggled to force him more and more deeply into her. She wanted to drive his prick right up into her insides, right up into her skull.
"Screw me, baby!" she screeched in passionate need. "Screw me, fuck me, honey! Fuck me until I bust!"
With a succession of guttural grunts and lustful cursings, the young attendant forced his prick into the lubricated softness. Again and again he drove his manhood home. It seemed that the further he pushed into this remarkable woman, the more she swore and yelled out for more.
"Honey, honey!" Lenny cried hungrily. "More, more!" her voice rose in rhythmic chant, coinciding with each lunge of his hot young prick. "Yes, yes!"
Their violent cries joined in the dark corner like some primitive fertility chant. Any passerby might have become irretrievably excited by the mere sound of their raw, uncontrolled lust.
The young man began to scream his delight at this remarkable sexual adventure. "Baby! Baby!" But his boyish voice was cut short by a heavy hand on his shoulder.
At first, he thought he had been caught by one of the superintendents. He trembled with dread as he turned to face the tall, shadowy figure that had interrupted their delicious intercourse.
But it was not one of the superintendents. It was one of the bull gorillas who had been watching them jealously from the moment Lenny had plopped onto the pile of shavings to undress herself.
Seeing this, the attendant suddenly screamed in fear. Taking the cry as a mating challenge, the bull gorilla decided to assert his superiority. With a quick wrenching of a hairy and muscular limb, the gorilla tossed the attendant to the other side of the room. He lay there unconscious.
Lenny too was a bit frightened at first, but she quickly sensed that while the gorilla's intentions were not entirely innocent, they were completely friendly.
He hunched the great hairy body over her and began to caress the luscious contours of her body, making odd growls and muffled groanings all the while.
She was still hot from the servicing of the attendant, as a matter of fact; she was on the keen edge of orgasm that demands relief from whatever source. She grasped the large humanoid beast behind the buttocks and pulled him down onto her.
His many doubts and fears, befuddled and confused in his dim and primitive brain, disappeared instantly in the face of this bold and brazen invitation from the human female.
With a great roar of triumph, the beast drove his foot-long prick roughly up into her ready cunt. She gasped at the size of the intruding organ. For a mad moment, she was afraid that he would burst her womb, but the pain was only momentary. She felt her cuntwalls giving way to the large and demanding cock of the passionate gorilla. The sensation was like none she had ever had. The walls of her vulva were like a sensitive glove on the huge prick, every inch of the wet surface was transmitting twinges of intense delight.
"Gorilla!" she screamed passionately. "Fuck me gorilla! Fuck me until I go blind!"
The gorilla answered with an enthusiastic grunt, driving his gorilla-hood deeper still in her flowing cunt.
"Screw me." She was weaker now, trembling on the verge of climax. "Screw me, you gorilla!"
With a violent twitching and cursing, she felt the flood sweep through the gates and carry her passion over the edge. She drove her fingernails into the beast's wild back. He snarled with pain and joy, his cock spurted a geyser of gorilla juices up into her. They clung to each other for several minutes, thrashing and shuddering with pleasure.
Then, as is a gorilla's wont, the huge animal stood and walked back to his corner to sleep. Now that he had released the deep urge he was completely disinterested.
Not so, Lenny Morgan, her lovely naked body glistened with sweat as she lay catching her breath. She had loved it, but though she respected the gorilla's size, she was unimpressed by his limited staying power.
"Gorilla," she mumbled softly, "you just don't have what it takes to please a woman like me."
Then she saw the crumpled form of the attendant in the corner. With a cry of fear and sympathy, Lenny rushed over to aid him. A quick check revealed that he was still alive, but unconscious. She looked for injuries, but found none.
Then she realized that the poor young fellow must have fainted from shock. She couldn't really blame him. That gorilla must have been pretty rough competition for such a young man.
She decided to revive him. She bent down and took his limp cock between her hands, kneading it gently back into life. In a moment, it stood stiff and proud once more.
As her lips closed caressingly around the hard and eager prick, the young man's eyes began to flutter. He awoke to find the beautiful young streetwalker nibbling and kissing at his stiff prick.
He forgot the gorilla entirely. He grabbed Lenny by the waist and sat her roughly down onto his prick.
At the somewhat less-than-gorilla-size organ shoved up into her already rejuvenated cunt, Lenny Morgan smiled knowingly.
"It's alright, kid," she whispered secretively. "You know what they say – it's not how long you make it, it's how long you make it long!"
He did all right.