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From: bobbnd@aol.com (BobBND)
Subject: Learning with Liza (MF, llama)
Date: 22 Jan 1995 18:00:17 -0500

			  Learning With Liza
			     Chapter One

	Waiting in Union Station for the train to New Haven, I looked
over my fellow passengers. The girl across from me had on a pair of
the shortest shorts I had ever seen off the beach. She was trying to
restrain a boy of about three, keep her luggage from walking away, and
cover her cleft with her hands. I also noticed that while everything
else about her was slender to the point of thin, her breasts ware
magnificent. Her son was fussy and snuggled into those two lovely
pillows. Curious, I followed them onto the train and took the seat
behind them.

	Liza came into the car and after I had struggled with her
bags, took the seat next to mine. We talked of houses, furniture and
carpentry, as we made our way North. We exchanged phone numbers. I
learned that she was a Veterinarian from Washington. She and her
husband were trying to determine if remodeling was feasible.

	The little boy got more fussy as the hour to Philadelphia wore
on. Then he stopped. The crying was replaced by a sucking noise. No
wonder she was so big, she was nursing him! I chuckled and my
companion asked why.

	So I told her my suspicion.

	After a few minutes, her curiosity got the better of her. She
walked forward in the car and then returned.

	She laughed as well and whispered in my ear, "He has teeth.
What if he bites?" Just then we heard a quiet moan from the seat in
front of us and then a quiet voice saying, "Honey, please don't bite
Mommy so hard." Liza slid down in the seat doubled up laughing,
covering her face with her hand to muffle the noise.

	Then we settled down to read and nap. Liza was pretty, going
on forty. She had a slender body, long legs and small but very nice
breasts. She was wearing a sweater and sweats of dark blue. The
sucking, moaning, and quiet talking continued from the seat in front
of us. She was aroused by the sounds.

	I had started caressing her hard legs in Philly. Now she moved
towards me taking my hand ans placing it inside her thigh.

	After some additional gentle moves, she took my arm and turned
slightly towards me. She opened her legs slightly and flexed her hips
so that my hand covered her gate. The movement never stopped. She
pretended to sleep.

	Then, her eyes still closed, head on my shoulder, she gripped
my arm hard, stuck the smallest amount of her tongue between her teeth
and gently moaned in my ear. She cuddled closer and opened her book.
Twice more on the trip, she asked for caressing. Twice more she gently
came.

	As she left the train, she whispered that her husband would be
pleasantly surprised tonight. I never expected her to call.

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From: bobbnd@aol.com (BobBND)
Subject: Learning with Liza - Chapter 2
Date: 22 Jan 1995 23:23:26 -0500

			  Learning with Liza
			     Chapter Two

	Liza called two weeks later. We arranged to meet at the ranch
in about an hour and I told her how to find my place. About an hour
later she drove up, dressed as she had been on the train. We looked at
the stock and I showed off my pet stud llama, Sam. Sam showed
immediate interest in Liza. Sam was locked up tight because he would
mate with any female Llama in the barn. His previous owner had told me
he had tried to mount her twelve year old daughter and had often tried
to come after her or trap her in the stall. I didn't believe it and
Liza didn't think it possible but I wasn't taking any chances. Liza
and I walked back to my office and I got some coffee for us and
listened.

	She said she sought me out because I was so gentle with her on
the train. Liza needed some TLC. Her back was stiff from a recent
operation and she was having trouble getting the kind of attention she
needed from her busy husband.

	My office has a chair, a computer desk and a very hard bed in
it. I made all the pieces in the shop. But Liza was only slightly
interested in the furniture. I asked her if she minded a gentle
massage. She just laughed and lay down on the bed and stretched, face
down. Her sweater came off and she shook her hair. She was a truly
gorgeous woman, almost six feet tall and slender, but hard from
regular workouts. I started at the back of her neck, using the softest
deep massage I had learned in the East. She never moved as I loosened
one bone after another down her back to her waist. She lifted her hips
so I could slide the sweats down a little to work her down to the tip
of her tail.

	When I was through, I took a bottle of light body oil and
gently applied it to her back.

	When I was done she rolled over and brought me to her to kiss
her. Her tongue explored me as I hadn't been explored in a long time.
She smiled and said, "Now this side."

	She slipped her pants off and kissed me again. Two could play
at this game! I slowly reached for her shoulders, but this time the
fingers of my hands burned where they caressed her bare skin. She
reacted like no other woman I had ever met. The heat, close to pain,
increased her passion Down towards her breasts the burning fingers
came. She winced but thrust her breasts towards my hands. I could feel
the tension, so I backed off and slid around her breasts and across
her stomach. The hotter my fingers got the more passionately she
responded. The hands reached down alongside her mounds to the top of
her thighs and down the inside of the thighs.

	Then up again towards her labia and clitoris came the burning
hands of the orient. She arched and cried out as I caressed her
breasts and nipples, hard as they had ever been. She rolled over
again, but the force of my hands was incessant.

	Finally, she bent forward and presented herself to my
throbbing cock. She had been wet before but now as I entered her, she
tensed again and then relaxed to accept me. I brought her to a climax,
and again, and yet a third time before I came and reduced the heat of
my body, relaxing her. She was as soft as a wet dishrag. Her
relaxation complete. I let her rest and then began again to rouse her.

	Again she came once, then crying out for more reached a
thundering climax as I came inside her. Neither of us could move we
were so tired. But soon as her hands moved over me, I relaxed and
revived. There were very few words of sex or love spoken between us.
We both knew instinctively that our goal was sex. The best and
sometimes kinkiest sex we could have.

	We dressed and walked around the farm. I had to feed and water
the animals and so we headed for the barn. Sam heard us coming. He
smelled Liza from across the yard and went nuts. The only way to calm
him was to release him in the stud stall. The stall was big and beside
the post used to tie up the females, there was a small bench in the
stall. Sam didn't want anything to do with me. He was after Liza. She
wouldn't believe that a male llama would be dangerous to her. She took
him into the stud stall without a second thought.

	Sam was smart. He backed Liza up against the post and placed
his long nose between her legs. He grabbed at her sweats to bring them
down and as I arrived he had Liza up against the wall, nibbling at her
cleft and legs. She was helpless. But for some reason, Sam didn't
scare her.

	As he calmed down, he nudged her toward the bench and sat her
on it. He had dropped. Liza could see him now. He was about twelve
inches long but almost three inches in diameter. He had her sweater up
around her armpits and her sweats to her knees when I got to her. He
was gently nibbling at her nipples, but if he bit her he could take
one off.

	I have never seen anything like it. She offered herself to
him. He rolled her over, she dropped her sweats and clasped the end of
the bench and knelt on the floor of the stall. Sam mounted her,
inserting enough of his purple cock in her to fill her and then he
took her. It was quick. He only took a few minutes, but she roared
when he came in her. He backed off, but Liza didn't move. She was out
cold. Sam came back for a second time. He buried himself to the hilt
in her this time and she arched her back. She was awake now.

	Again it was over quickly. This time I was able to get her out
of the stall and covered enough to take her to the bathroom in the
house. Sam had come in her twice and she was covered with sweat, dirt,
and cum.

	I put her in the shower but she couldn't stand. I held her
under the water until she roused in my arms. She looked like a full
cat. She tasted Sam and asked me to taste Sam and then tongue her
deeply. We washed (or flushed) each other and then rubbed each other
dry. She said she had to sleep for a while so we curled up on the bed.
We didn't sleep much. We talked about what had happened and how she
felt. She kept stretching and moving until we gently made love again.

	When I woke, I felt her kiss like the touch of a butterfly
wing and she was gone.

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From: bobbnd@aol.com (BobBND)
Subject: Learning with Liza
Date: 2 Jan 1995 23:42:01 -0500

			  Learning with Liza
			    Chapter Three

	  Liza called. It's been about two weeks since she last was
here. Her husband is taking a five day vacation to Vegas for a Seminar
and apparently it's for the boys only. There must be more to it than
that. She is pissed at him. I told her she could spend a long weekend
at the ranch. "Sam miss me?" and she hung up.

	An hour later she came blistering up the drive, hopped out of
the car and headed for the office with a suitcase. I filled the mugs
and headed there too. She was mad. Apparently she had heard her
husband and one of his colleagues planning to "get their clocks
cleaned." And he had taken off with a pack of her "French Ticklers."
She started to cry and turned face down in the covers of the bed.

	I sat beside her and started to stroke her back. As the
tension drained she got up off the bed, shed the sweats and sweater,
turned to me and said: "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I took her in my arms
and she began to pull off my shirt. She was wild.

	Then the pants and the shorts went. We were nude on the bed.
We knelt on the bed glued together, tongues fighting for the
possession of each other's throat. Hands moved from nipples to
breasts to thighs as we stirred together. I moved back and forth over
her sweet cunt from clit to her opening. She moved over my cock from
base to tip grasping at it with her thighs, hands, kissing it, begging
me to enter her. The ] hot, engorged tip of my member entered her, but
I held back waiting for the waves of muscular spasms I knew would
start to course through her. She bent back, supporting her flanks off
the bed on her hands, presenting her cunt to me as if on a silver
platter. I reached behind her and brought my hands down from the base
of her spine to her anus. I had only to pass a finger over it to start
her cascade.

	As I pressed my fingers into her flanks and ass, I entered her
cunt. She gasped. "deep" and I pressed forward into her puss to the
root. She surged towards me and drove my prick to her Cervix. She
gasped again, ""Deeper."

	Three or four minutes later she cried out and came hard. All
the time the spasms from her cunt were gripping and pulling me into
her. I controlled the spasms with the thrust of fingers into her ass,
together with a vice grip on her cheeks. I slowed almost to a stop.
She moaned and fought to regain control, to pull me into her but she
could not. I moved into her again but gently and softly, inquiringly.
I came in from the front and the back simultaneously, persistently.
She moaned and stretched like a cat.

	Again, I was at the depth of her Cervix, but this time the
head pushed gently to open the way into her womb. She screamed and I
backed off, twisting. she screamed again and came again. Her legs were
beginning to cramp so I rolled her off her shins onto my chest. She
lay still on my chest, my fingers in her ass beyond her Sphincter and
my loaded prick deep inside her. She moved on me supporting most of
her weight and gripping me hard in response to my control. She came at
least once more, but I didn't care any more. I exploded into her as
she gripped me hard. Sighing and with a throaty laugh, she collapsed
on my chest and slept. I gently extricated myself and went to feed the
animals. Sam almost bit my head off. He knew she was here.

	The next morning we both were up early. I warned Liza that Sam
was very restless and agitated.

	But she just laughed, saying, "I can handle him. He's a sweet
baby." I told her again that he was a member of the camel family in
his prime. I even teased Liza that since he wasn't so interested in
the females of his harem as he had been, I was going to have to take
her scent and spray it on the females if Sam continued to lose
interest. We walked out to the barn and began to work around the
animals. Liza was really good with them, even though they are usually
wary of strangers.

	When we got to Sam's stall, he wasn't there. The rascal had
sprung the latch and was wandering around somewhere. We searched for
him together. I didn't want her to come on him alone. We went into the
breeding stall and I heard a noise behind us. He was waiting for us
and stood between us and the door.

	His head came up and his nose flared as he very deliberately
moved toward Liza. He herded her to the post in the center of the
room. He moved his head up and down and as he did her sweater rose and
her sweats dropped. She was pressed against the post with no escape
when she began to sing to him. He backed away slightly so he could
reach between her legs and nuzzle her. She laughed and he nipped her
pussy.

	He pressed harder and moved her towards the bench. He
alternately nuzzled and nipped until what ever he could reach until
she was at the bench. He pushed her hard against the bench and tongued
her from her knees to her clit. He could feel her shudder as he licked
her over and over again. Her spasms started. The little cums were
wetting her. He dropped and looked at me showing his teeth to let me
know what would happen if I interfered. Liza dropped to the bench and
grabbed the end. He pushed into her and filled her. She was not being
quiet as she had before. Her spasms gripped his hot cock and Sam
pushed farther into her. She moaned, thrashed, and screamed. He pushed
harder against her cervix opening it slightly.

	Then he withdrew and rode into her again like a piston. Each
thrust made Liza scream and move under him and his excitement rose.

	Then he came like a freight train into her and withdrew. Liza
didn't move. She had passed out. I moved towards her to drag her from
the stall, but Sam bit me hard the minute I touched her. He wasn't
done and she was his. I saw a tinge of red on his cock. He had blooded
her and he had blooded me.

	He roused her again with his tongue and he kept at her until
she was possessed by he passion.

	Then he took her again. He rammed his prick into her with
increasing force. She screamed on every thrust. He twisted as he
withdrew and this would set Liza off again. I grabbed her hands and
pulled her to me to whisper that I had to leave but I would be right
back. I had a cattle prod that I seldom used but that might free Liza
from Sam. I could hear her holler and swear all the way down the barn.
The noises stopped and I hurried back to the stall. Sam had come
again and his hanging prick was bloodier than last time. If he got to
her a third time he might well split her in half.

	He went to work on her again with his huge tongue. Start at
the knee. Move between her legs, both thighs at once and then to her
tender bleeding cunt. He laved her from her clit to her back bone,
then he started all over again. His cock was huge again and he was
ready. He nipped her and then pressed his cock against her swollen
pussy. I caught him right on the end of the prick with the cattle
prod. He screamed, backed off quick and his prick disappeared. With
the prod in one hand and Liza draped over the other arm we made our
exit.

	Sam hollered for an hour after being robbed of his prize. I
was really worried about Liza. She was bleeding and exhausted. I took
her to the shower. She was a mess. I scrubbed her up and flushed her
out.in the shower. Her entire labia were flame red. Her clitoris was
bulging from its sheath, also red. Sam had nipped her well. She would
be tender for weeks. I laid her on the bed on a towel after I dried
her. She was still in the barn. I wrapped her in warm blankets and let
her sleep. I knew this was what she came for but it had gotten way out
of control.

	The next day she slept till noon. I had examined Sam and he
seemed no worse for fucking the cattle prod, although he was far from
happy about it. I heard Liza wake up because she stretched and yelped.
She was very sore. The bleeding had subsided but had not stopped. She
lay on her back and asked me to examine her by mounting her and gently
searching around. She was insistent.

	So I mounted her and moved gently in her. I supported most of
my weight but it still hurt her. It felt as though there were two or
three tears in the wall of her vagina.

	When I withdrew, my prick was streaked with her blood. She
caught her breath from the pain and then chuckled. "Now both you and
Sam have blooded me." She kissed me hard and moved my hands to her
nipples. I caressed her breasts and nipples until she slept again.

	In the morning, she gave me that butterfly wing kiss and was
gone before I woke.

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From: bobbnd@aol.com (BobBND)
Subject: Learning with Liza Chapter 4
Date: 23 Jan 1995 23:43:31 -0500

			  Learning with Liza
			     Chapter Four

	It was again two weeks before I heard from Liza. She asked to
spend the afternoon. I agreed, but only if she would promise me she
would stay clear of the barn. She laughed and agreed.

	She arrived later that afternoon. We went to the office and I
brought the coffee. I was relieved that she seemed to be without
affect of her adventures with Sam.

	But she said no she had to go to the GYN and be cauterized.
"How did you explain the injury?" I asked. She told the GYN her
husband had raped her before he left so she wouldn't be lonely and get
in trouble. She laughed, "But Tommy, my GYN, is sadistic and he didn't
buy into the story so he strapped me into the stirrups and did the
operation on me without anesthesia. It hurt like hell, but Tommy can't
question my story and my husband can't touch me for a month. It serves
him right."

	"But you can touch me from the waist up in the front and
anywhere you want in the back."

	By this time her sweater was off and I accepted her
invitation, gently of course. Which proves that there is absolutely
nothing like a woman scorned! (Moral of the Story?)