niggers/ZooTracker_Torrents/Petbooks/st-18.txt

ST-18 The Ape Girl by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


Blair Fortner leaned over her open suitcase and let her strawberry 
blonde mane cascade down over her shoulders and hang in her way. She 
was used to working through that veil of hair.

But she was going to have to figure out something to do with it now. 
African weather was notoriously humid, especially where she was going. 
The intense heat and humidity wouldn't go too well with long, damp 
hair. There was jungle rot to think about. She riffled through a pile 
of safari shirts and found the one she was looking for. Wouldn't it be 
a blast to wear it to dinner tonight? Amidst all those fancy evening 
clothes.

That and a pair of safari pants with lace-up jungle boots and a safari 
hat. Just the outfit guaranteed to draw attention. Not that she was in 
need of much more than she usually got.

Her nineteen year old body was a model of full-figured perfection. Her 
shoulders were taut and straight, her waist was small and trim. And 
best of all, she rose to nearly five foot eight inches in height. She 
loved being tall, and she loved having a good body.

Her legs were long, sculpted and tapering, all the way down to her 
feet. And her hips were curvy as a calendar girl's. Her breasts stuck 
straight out and in a marvelous defiance of gravity, thrust up at the 
tips. The places occupied by those twin plum-colored pliable nipples of 
hers. The ones that grew stiff and thick whenever she got aroused.

Which hadn't been often lately. But this was no time to think about 
that. She found a pair of thick woolen socks and kicked her bedroom 
slippers off. It would be such a hoot to wear this to the dinner party. 
That ought to perk old man Divers up a bit. Him and that snobbish son 
of his. Dr. Divers, her father called him. She did, too, when she 
wanted to address him face to face. When she was talking about him, it 
was always 'suck face' or 'bird turd' or something else appropriate.

He was one academician she loathed. Even if he was head of the Zoology 
department. And even if his darling son Owen was a professor in that 
august body of men.

Her father was part of that department, too. But in Blair's eyes he was 
a bit special. He did most of his work in the field. He usually shunned 
fancy black-tie affairs like the one he had promised to go to tonight, 
and he was a kind and loving man.

Blair only wished that he would re-marry someday. Having lost his wife, 
though it had been ten years earlier, must have made him a bit lonely. 
And then there had been suitors. Or whatever the female equivalent of a 
suitor might be. Women after his heart, though some of them had 
probably been after his wallet.

Dr. Fortner was a widely-published and respected authority on Greater 
Primates. He had popularized them actually, had written several 
commercially-successful books on the subject as well as countless more 
academic studies.

His blonde daughter never bothered to hide the fact that she idolized 
him. And he never bothered to hide the fact that he doted on her. 
Adored her. And he took her everywhere he went.

She had gone to schools all over the world. Grammar school in the 
Philippines, and in Ceylon, where he had gone to do his extensive and 
definitive studies of the gibbon and spider monkey. South America, 
where he had gone to research the New World monkey. And in Chicago, 
where he worked at the zoo studying the big one ... king ape. The 
gorilla.

There had been lots of trips in between. A full, rich life for a young 
girl, nearing her twentieth birthday. And Blair had loved every minute 
of it. Well, most every minute.

She never liked the boardroom crowd. The dinner party group. The social 
scene.

And as beautiful and exciting as she was, she far preferred the depths 
of a dense jungle to the piazzas and parlor rooms of the well-to-do 
academic set. Or even the non-academic set.

Her father was no stranger to the jet set crowd, either. He was one of 
their pets. He told witty and involving stories, was erudite and 
charming. But he, too, quickly tired of the social scene. Like his 
daughter, he preferred the company of the outdoors. And he could hardly 
wait for the next field assignment, whatever it might be.

Blair pulled out a flimsy see-through bra and pair of bikini panties 
from her bedroom drawer. She paraded into the bathroom with them 
dangling from her hand and untied the terry-cloth cord of her robe.

She opened the coat and stared in the lighted mirror in front of her. 
It would be so good to get away from civilization again. Into that 
jungle. The place she loved and dreamt of constantly.

She looked at her massive knockers in the glass and spread her legs to 
look into her cunt. It had been a while since anyone had put his hands 
on her or made her cunt lips tingle. Well, there were compensations. 
Like knowing how to make yourself feel good at times like this.

Hell, she wasn't made of stone. She was a hot, eager young woman with a 
lot of sexual energy to go around. Only problem was, nobody seemed to 
be worth going around.

She sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs, lifting one 
perfectly shaped foot up onto the porcelain rim. She could see across 
the room into the mirror quite plainly. In fact, she had a front row 
seat to her own open cunt slit.

She could see the rosy-colored folds stretch wide as she pulled her 
legs out and watch them shrink in together as she pushed her legs in 
again. What an amazing organ, that cunt of hers.

She reached up and fingered the stubby mauve tips of her gigantic tits. 
The rubbery nipples flexed and extended under her grip. She pinched 
them hard, sending a little jolt of electrical power down to her cunt 
and rushing back again.

"Oooooh," she said, letting a thin strand of hot air out her pursed 
lips.

She spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers and reached for her 
clit. How lucky to have such a big, slippery pink one to grab onto, she 
thought, as she ran her fingers up and down its length, circling it 
occasionally and feeling the glow spread to all parts of her body.

Her clit bounced up big and wet as she continued to run her fingers 
around it and up it and down it. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

And sweeter and sweeter came the warm glow that now radiated throughout 
her entire body. It felt so hot and crazed to be sitting there alone 
doing this. But what the hell? She didn't have anybody else to do it 
for her.

Well, all right. She didn't want anybody else to do it for her. Not now 
anyway. She slipped her other foot up onto the rim and sat in a rather 
primitive pose as she began dicking herself with the fingers of one 
hand.

She slid the fingers inside her tight little tucked-in pussy and slid 
them out with a soft popping noise.

Rotating them round and round inside her the next time, she let out a 
soft cry of mixed pain and joy as she continued to rub her thick, 
bulbous clit at the same time.

She looked in the mirror. It was a primitive pose. Sitting there like 
that with her legs spread and her knees bent at sharp angles. So sharp 
that her feet were stuck right next to her ass cheeks.

Blair arched her back and stuck her fingers in deeper with each thrust. 
She reamed her cunt out and watched as the clear cunt honey flowed out 
her tight, pink throbbing hole and ran down her cunt crack. It flowed 
along her pussy lips and down, down to the porcelain tub rim, wetting 
everything in its path.

Her nipples glistened up rock hard and sweaty from the heat of the 
bathroom as she continued to finger her pussy with abandon. Such a 
primitive way of sitting and masturbating, she thought. Where had she 
seen it before?

She rushed her fingers in, skewered them round and round, spooning out 
loads of clear joy juice that oozed ever faster out her succulent tight 
wet cunt slit.

Ah, yes, the zoo. She had seen the big female apes sit like this and 
diddle themselves waiting for the male apes to come back. Or, if they 
were left alone for more than a few hours, they would do like this, 
just waiting for their mates to get aroused enough to fuck.

That was one thing Blair liked about apes. They were very open about 
their sexual activity. Not closeted and secreted like human beings. So 
free and easy. And they did whatever they felt like doing whenever they 
felt like it. Sort of like what she was doing right now.

She dug her fingers high into her pussy. So high in fact that her buns 
left the tub rim. She came down quickly enough though, catching her 
balance and shoveling her hot hand inside her pussy and wringing it 
around and around.

"God," she cried out in a flurry of sexual bliss. She knew she was 
about to go off. Humping herself this hard with her hand usually did 
the trick. It was a little lonely, but it sufficed for now.

She blinked her eyes rapidly and saw stars in front of them when they 
went shut. She rocked herself back and forth and up and down on her 
merciless, pumping hand, which had become her fist by now.

She bounced harder and harder up and down on that fist and threw 
herself into a sweet paroxysm of climax.

"Oh, wow!" she called out again and again as a whole string of climaxes 
gained momentum somewhere inside her and shot out her cunt. What a 
marvelous feeling of release! What ecstasy!!

After the ninth or tenth blitz, she lost count, Blair slowly wiggled 
her drowned and soaking fingers out of her pussy and licked them 
greedily.

Why was she doing that, she wondered, stopping herself suddenly and 
looking into the mirror. Ah, yes, she had seen the female apes do that. 
They often licked their cunt cream. Sometimes, they fed a little to the 
male to get him aroused.

It seemed to be the same routine to Blair. No matter what the species. 
Women always had to put out the greatest effort. But it seemed to her 
quite suddenly, she knew not from where the thought came though, that 
female apes had it a bit better in the sex and love department.

For once they enticed the male with their smells or their foreplay 
activities, the males would completely dominate them. She had seen 
them. In the field and in the zoo.

The males would take over complete responsibility of the sexual mating 
act. They would jump up and down on top of the female, or fuck her in a 
standing position, ramming their hook-shaped penises right in between 
their legs without needing to be further aroused, talked to, or 
promised much of anything.

Whereas human females had much more to do. They had to continue to keep 
the male's interest once he was hot. Stroke his ego, tell him he was a 
good lover, vary the position, suggest a variable. Even buy filmy 
negligees to continue the wooing process. Promise them loyalty. Pledge 
their fucking love for Chrissake ... even assure them that they 
wouldn't hate them in the morning.

Well, human men had their good points. Only right then, stepping out of 
the shower and drying herself off, Blair couldn't think of any.

"Blair!!!" a familiar voice shot up the steps. "Are you up there?"

"Come on up," Blair shouted back. At least Cathy was good company. 
Cathy didn't have to be enticed.

"Shit those stairs are steep," the girl said, huffing and puffing as 
she pulled into the bedroom. She plopped her adorable tight buttocks on 
the chenille bedspread of one of Blair's twin beds and stared at her 
friend. Her friend who stood there completely naked with her hands on 
her hips.

"Glad you got dressed for me," she said, swallowing some leftover air 
and finally catching her breath.

Cathy Meltzer was Blair's best friend. Had been since childhood. She 
and her parents lived next door. The father was a veterinarian. A 
wealthy family, but unpretentious. Blair liked that.

Cathy had been to the top schools in the country, but she always spent 
her summers cleaning out her dad's dog kennels and tending to sick 
cats. They shared a deep love and appreciation of nature, and most 
especially, of nature's creatures.

"I'm just getting dressed now," Blair said, nonchalantly. She had 
always had a rather nonchalant attitude about her nudity.

She didn't mind that anyone saw her in the buff. Cathy hardly counted 
at all. Not that she had no scruples. Just that she had long ago 
adopted the attitude of the animals her father studied ... nudity is 
the natural state of things. Why be ashamed of it? The animals aren't.

"Good," Cathy said, eyeing her friend with a teasing little grin, "I'm 
glad you're not going to Dr. Divers' dinner party completely naked."

"It's a thought," Blair said, stepping into her black nylon panties. 
She loathed underwear. Maybe she wouldn't wear any. She paused a moment 
and decided she wouldn't.

"You're not serious," her friend said, seeing Blair step back out of 
the sexy hot little panties and toss them on the bed.

"Oh, shit, Cathy, I'm gonna wear clothes," the girl said, putting her 
hand on her soft cotton safari shirt, "just not gonna wear underwear."

"Savage!" Cathy said, swinging her adorable legs as she sat on the bed 
and grinned at her friend.

"Thanks," Blair said, unbuttoning the shirt and stretching her luscious 
body out to slip into it, "I consider that a compliment."

"I know," Cathy said, "that's because you're warped."

"No," Blair said, buttoning the thing up all the way to the neck, "I'm 
practical. You ought to know that by now."

She stared in the mirror at the rather prim appearance the shirt had, 
even though it was thrown over a curvaceous and tantalizingly big 
bosom. She unbuttoned the shirt low enough to show the tops of her 
breasts.

"Gonna give the locals something to spill their soup course over?" 
Cathy said, putting her hand over her mouth to stop the giggles.

"Why don't you come along and see what does happen," Blair said, 
"you've never had a chance to attend a really boring academic dinner. 
Guaranteed dullest evening in memory."

"No thanks," Cathy said, "I've got a date. A hot date."

That was a little odd. Cathy was a beautiful raven-haired little pixie. 
But her tastes usually ran to dogs, cats and other assorted domestic 
animals. She was a normal, sexy nineteen year old, but Blair seldom saw 
her with a guy.

"Who?" Blair said, shaking her slacks out and stepping into them. She 
wiggled her hot, taut hips around, to fit the pants around them. They 
were tight, the way she wore most of her clothes.

"A guy from school. Named Harold Rhymer. Sounds hot, doesn't he?" Cathy 
again tried to muffle a giggle, but it slipped out.

"Look," she said, "why don't you stop by the house later? Bring your 
date."

"I would like to say Good-bye to your dad," Cathy said, sitting up and 
bringing her weight to the balls of her feet. It was getting near time 
to go if she wanted to go and get ready. It wasn't every Saturday night 
she went out. "When are you two leaving?"

"Ship leaves tomorrow night," Blair said, "around eight."

"Wow!" Cathy said, a note of admiration coming into her voice, "what a 
blast! A cruise to the jungles of darkest Africa--"

"Well, it's not exactly a cruise. We're going by ocean liner, but it's 
not a luxury vessel. And we're not going to darkest Africa. We're going 
to the jungles, but there are mountains there, too."

"It must be something to go to a wild, untamed place like that. Nobody 
to bother you. No parking tickets, no traffic jams, no TV, no 
supermarkets ..."

"No black-tie dinner parties," Blair continued, "no inflation, no 
college upper crust snobs, no disgusting men ..." Her voice cut off. 
She hadn't meant to say that exactly that way. She hadn't meant to say 
'disgusting men' like that. It slipped out. But it did slip out.

Perhaps she had meant it in some strange way. Some way she couldn't 
quite fathom. "I'm off," Cathy said, hopping up and scurrying toward 
the door. "See you later ... savage!"

She laughed as she went running down the steps. Blair heard her 
laughter all the way down the stairs. What the hell was she laughing 
at?

The dinner-party was every bit the atrocity that Blair suspected it 
would be. The food was tasty enough, but the company sucked.

Professor Divers was regally seated at the head of the assembled 
guests. The little party was his way of bidding a fond adieu to his 
department's most prized professor and most fierce competitor. None of 
his books had ever been published for popular markets. He wrote long, 
scholarly studies on the mating habits of flatworms and the nocturnal 
activities of the two-toed sloth. In other areas, he had even less to 
offer.

"Blair, dear," he said, grasping her hand with his gnarled hairy one, 
"you're looking positively radiant this evening."

What a bunch of crap! He was patronizing her and she knew it. How could 
he say such a thing anyway? She was wearing khaki pants, a khaki blouse 
and Army boots, for Chrissake.

"What are you going to do with all that lovely hair?" Mrs. Divers said, 
nodding her head in Blair's direction, "I expect you'll have to cut it 
off."

"Well, the jungles are steamy," Blair said, stirring a little milk into 
her cappucino, "but I've decided to risk not going bald for the 
occasion. I'm thinking of wearing it in braids or something."

Actually she hadn't given it much thought.

"Such a lovely color," Owen Divers chimed in. He was such a sweetie. 
Always waiting for Mommsie and Daddykins to have their say before he 
opened his mouth, "Do you call it Titian blonde, I believe?"

"Strawberry blonde," her father said, reaching for the sugar, "like her 
mother had."

For some reason, it still made Blair feel a little sad every time he 
brought up her mother. Why couldn't he just find a nice college widow 
and get remarried? She would miss him terribly, but the man must get 
lonely. Surely at least just for companionship ... Her thoughts were 
cut off by the very charming Mrs. Haver, the wife of another Zoology 
professor. One whose specialty was long-legged birds.

"Aren't you afraid you'll be a bit lonely out there in the bush?" she 
said, lifting all three of her chins up as she raised her head and eyed 
the girl, "I was. My goodness, the year Jackson and I spent there, I 
nearly lost my sanity. No one to talk to, no one to listen to me, 
except Jackson, of course ..."

Blair was vaguely aware that Mrs. Haver was droning on ad nauseam. But 
something the woman had said made her thoughts rush off and carry her 
along with them. What was it?

Ah, yes, the loneliness thing. Why wouldn't she be lonely out there? 
Away from everything and everyone she knew that was familiar to her. 
Not another white person around for hundreds of miles. Why had she no 
fear of those outer reaches of the world? Why was she even looking 
forward to the peace and solidarity of it?

She tapped her spoon on the table as the woman continued to buzz on, 
her voice rambling off in a jagged monotone. She was actually eager 
about getting out there. Fiercely eager.

In fact, it's all she had thought about for days. All the plans and 
packing and shots she had had to get. She had loved every second of it. 
She would miss her entire sophomore year at college. Oh, she would get 
her Zoology credit all right. And she needed it, since she was planning 
to become a zoologist herself. But she would miss Homecoming, the 
football games, the swimming meets, the dorm friends, the dates ...

Her thoughts stuck on that last one. Dates. Men. Young men. The ones 
she had been seeing in the last year. Ah! That alone would make a book. 
She resolved to write it someday. After she had been celibate for a 
number of years. That is what she was planning.

To cut herself completely off from sex. To go without it. It had been 
so ever-loving disappointing this last year. And, often, before that, 
too. Not that the guys she had been with were animals. That was just 
the problem. They weren't animal enough.

There hadn't been a risk-taker, a devilishly daring one, a really 
energetic one, a truly macho one in the bunch. There had been some 
incredibly good fucks, though, she had to admit. And a couple of them 
had been superior. But no tingle as far as she was concerned.

There had been Gary Fulton. He had been a lot of fun. A super guy, 
really. Captain of the swimming team. A body like an Olympic star. Not 
handsome, but then, she never really saw the use of handsome men. They 
were just so stuck on themselves.

But he had been rugged and outdoorsy. Not like little darling Owen who 
sat across from her now, trying to flirt with her. Owen was two years 
older than her, but she always felt she was babysitting him whenever 
they were alone.

Their one and only date had been a disaster epic. He had taken her to a 
remote beach for a quiet, private swim. At least that's what he said. 
And she had gone there, to get just that.

She had ridden all the way out to the ocean cliffs with him and they 
had skipped across the sand together. That part had been fun. She even 
dared to hope that they might be friends if they could have a bit of 
fun together. But then, the shit hit the fan.

When she stood up and threw her towel down and peeled off her sweat 
shirt, Owen had gasped.

"What's the matter?" she said, unzipping her jeans and stepping out of 
them. "I thought we were going swimming."

"I thought you'd be wearing a bathing suit," the shocked young man had 
said, his glasses fogging up even in the clear light of that sunny 
afternoon.

"You said it was a deserted beach," Blair said, "what's wrong with a 
nude swim?"

She stood staring at him, her hands thrust up to her hips and back 
arched bravely against the salty air.

"What if ..." the startled lad began, "what if somebody sees you?"

"Then they do, I suppose," Blair shouted back. She was getting pretty 
fed up with Owen Divers and they'd only been together an hour.

"Does your father know you go around like that?" he asked, carefully 
lowering the zipper of his linen pants.

"My father doesn't much care how I go around," she said, shaking her 
head in disbelief that anybody could be so fucking dense as to object 
to a little nudity in such a private setting.

Owen stroked his razor-clean face and smiled a cautious, edgy grin, 
"maybe you'd like me to go in like that, too?"

"Do whatever you like," Blair called back to him as she kicked the sand 
up behind her heels and headed toward the noisy surf.

She didn't much care what Owen Divers did. Nor any of the men she had 
seen in the last few years. But there had been one ... when was it ... 
a long time ago. How far back was that?

It was in Ceylon. Sri Lanka, they called it now. In the jungles. She 
had only been twelve years old at the time. But it was a thing she had 
never forgotten.

Funny how some memories lingered and others just drifted off like fog 
in early morning. But this was one memory that stood out in her mind. 
One she couldn't forget, and didn't want to let go of.

There had been a temple. A kind of gold and ivory thing. Huge, 
forbidding, and completely overgrown with thick jungle foliage. Her 
father had set up his base of operations there, along with two of his 
associates and some local hands.

The men were Ceylonese. Blair remembered them very well. They were 
dark, fierce-looking men with Simian foreheads and sturdy shoulders.

She admired the way they plowed through the jungles with great agility. 
And, she remembered how they looked at her strawberry blonde hair and 
pointed excitedly the first time they saw it.

Their interpreter told them the cause of the men's excitement. Blonde 
hair was unheard of around these parts. They thought she was some sort 
of goddess. A vision come back to bring them good luck.

And, of course, those men were very nice to her. One of them had a son, 
a boy not much older than her, though it was difficult to tell age 
among people so dark-skinned.

He was incredibly handsome, with a furrowed, heavy dark pair of 
eyebrows that almost touched above the bridge of his nose. And masses 
of wavy blue-black hair.

Blair had been especially drawn to that. She loved hairy men. She 
couldn't tell why exactly, but the clean-shaven men who had filled up 
her social calendar recently just didn't turn her on to look at them.

Guji did. That was the boy's name. And she loved to watch him. He was 
as graceful as a ballet dancer, but incredibly masculine all the same. 
His biceps were huge and his legs were lean and well-muscled.

But that fierce, handsome face of his with its dark shadows and 
piercing sloe eyes. That had done a real number on her.

Maybe she had just been a hot little girl all her life. But she did 
remember being physically turned on that year. Turned on to a boiling 
point. And it usually happened when Guji was in the area.

They had been camping in the main hall of the temple for about two 
weeks when Blair first remembered being physically turned on by this 
lad. She had a lot of privacy in this temple. Even though most of it 
lay in ruins. There were altars, places behind the altars, parapets, 
and towers to run and play in.

Her father had come there for the monkeys. She had adopted several of 
them as pets. They were tiny. Lovable little creatures and so quick to 
tame. They could pick up knowledge as quickly as a child, she thought, 
and she spent many hours playing with them.

One afternoon, sitting on the balcony of the east tower of the temple, 
she caught sight of the men below. They were headed for the temple 
pool, which ran off from a little waterfall, now nearly covered with 
thick green vines and ferns.

They had just come back from a day's journey with her father, exploring 
the local terrain, taking notes and pictures of the wild life in the 
vicinity. The usual thing they did every day.

And the men usually got back around this time. It looked like they were 
all headed for the pool and quick wash-up. That beautiful clear pond 
served as the community's bath, but Blair had never seen the men bathe 
in it.

They had always let her go in alone, and she was used to it being that 
way.

But she had never been out on just this balcony when the men were 
bathing below.

She knew she ought to run inside and busy herself with something else, 
and leave them here in private, but she didn't want to. She was 
curious. Naturally curious.

She leaned over the balcony and tried to stay as quiet as a mouse. The 
little spider monkey she was holding started to chatter insanely and 
she held her finger over her mouth to give him the signal to shut up.

When that didn't work, she held her finger over his mouth.

"Sssshhhhh!" she told the jabbering little ape as he blinked his out-
sized eyes and jumped up and down on the balcony railing.

Blair missed the men getting out of their clothes, because of the thick 
covering of foliage. But when they stepped out into the sun, she had a 
clear view of everything. Everything she had ever wanted to see and 
more.

The white men were all respectably built. They looked a little silly, 
though, with that tan on their faces and arms and parts of their legs, 
then that sharp line of demarcation separating that tan from the lily-
white of the rest of their bodies. Their dicks hung down white and 
glistening between their legs.

But what Blair couldn't take her eyes off of was the beauty of those 
Ceylonese natives. The men were so awesomely dark. Their lustrous blue-
black hair and darkly-hued skin glistened in the light of the late 
afternoon sun.

She was mesmerized by the beauty of their bodies in complete nakedness. 
Guji was as long and slender and muscular as a Greek statue of a god. 
She blinked and stared as he ran along behind the older men, his thick, 
dark cock swinging freely between his muscular thighs. How natural it 
looked with all its skin intact.

How artificial those men looked whose cocks had been cut and sewn up in 
some unnatural way as to let their dick knobs show a bit at the tip.

She watched the lad enter the water, one leg at a time. As he spread 
his perfect limbs, she caught a glimpse of his tight, bulbous balls 
hanging just behind his man meat.

What a sight. She felt hotter than the noon day sun just watching him 
slip into that water.

The men did their wash-up and left quickly. But Guji swam around, 
floating in the clear, cool water like a little brown dinghy.

Blair forgot herself a moment and turned toward the balcony stairs. She 
rushed down them two and three at a time. What in the world had gotten 
into her, she didn't know.

By the time she got to the bottom, she had her denim pants and flannel 
shirt off. She pushed the broad overhanging leaves out of the way and 
cut a path toward the place she knew the pool to be.

"Hi, Guji," she called, standing on the carved rocks at the side of the 
water, "can I join you?"

The startled boy grinned up at her and beckoned her into the water. 
Neither of them had the least notion that they might be tempting fate 
if they were to bathe nude together.

Blair's father had never discouraged her from getting naked and going 
for a swim, provided of course, she knew the other party. And Guji's 
family and friends were no less close to nature in their approach to 
bathing.

"It's cold," Blair said, dipping her toe into the water.

"It warms up," Guji said, his white teeth flashing against his dark 
mahogany skin.

He felt himself getting a little warmer even as he mentioned this 
phenomenon to her. He watched her peel off her nylon panties and tight 
little bra and step into the water.

His cock stiffened up, even in the chilly pool as he saw her spread her 
legs and step down. He caught a flash of cunt meat just then, no doubt 
about it.

Sweet, juicy pink petals of it, surrounded by a heavenly light fringe 
of halo hair. Just a fringe, but cushy and inviting.

"Let's climb up on these rocks and dive in," Guji said, anxious to do 
something besides lie there and feel his dick swell up.

"Great," Blair said, breast-stroking over to the rocks and stepping 
out. She placed one foot on the smooth rock and it slipped out from 
under her. She landed in the water with a splash and came up laughing.

"I better help you," Guji said, swimming over to her.

He made a brace by interlacing his fingers and she stepped up on it and 
grabbed a prominent piece of rock.

The boy couldn't help looking up into the sweet, pink tunnel that 
stretched out hotly, then snapped shut again as the girl closed her 
legs. But he had gotten an extremely good view of the girl's cunt, and 
from under it, too.

Those delicious folds, that adorable cunt tunnel, the moist dusky rose 
sphincter of her ass. He couldn't decide which one he would like to get 
his fingers into first. And then there were those nubile, upturned 
perfect little tits of hers. "Come on," Blair cried down to him, as 
soon as she landed on a safe place, "come up here and we'll jump in 
together."

The boy made a quick job of scrambling up to the rocks where the girl 
stood, poised to dive into the water. Well, it was now or never, he 
figured. His father wouldn't let him stay out there all day.

Blair watched as the handsome young Indian pranced toward her. She had 
a hard time focusing on his face and tearing her eyes off his delicious 
cock rod. It was even longer and thicker than when he had stepped in 
the water. She wondered if she might have anything to do with that.

"Do you want to kiss me?" the black-eyed lad said to her, as he got 
close enough to touch her.

"I don't know," the girl said, shaking her long, wet hair out of her 
eyes. "Why?"

Actually, she did want to do that. And she wanted to put her hand on 
his cock, too. To feel it and explore every inch of his round, smooth 
manhood.

She had a hunch she might just get a chance to do that this afternoon, 
if she played it careful.

"Because, I want to kiss you," Guji said, staring down at her pert, 
taut little peaks of tit perfection.

"Then, let's," Blair said, as though he had just made a perfectly 
natural request.

"Come over here," the dark-skinned lad said, "we'll be out of the sun."

They would also be out of the range of any prying eyes that come from 
the temple, too. But he wasn't sure he should tell her that just yet.

It's a good spot, Blair thought, as the boy pointed toward the bush, it 
will be impossible for anyone to see us from up in there.

A few monkeys scampered out of their way as they climbed up the steep 
rock and made a beeline for the grassy little spot that lay under the 
huge palm tree.

"This is great," Blair said, smiling at him and surveying the lay of 
the land, "I never even knew it existed."

"Lots of things to learn about in the jungle," the boy said, clutching 
her hand and pulling her gently down toward the grass. "Lots of 
things."

"Yeah," the blonde nymphet said, flashing her green eyes admiringly at 
the boy next to her.

Part of what she was admiring had started to stir in the nest between 
the boy's legs.

"I wonder," Blair said, sticking her tongue into her cheek cautiously, 
"if I let you kiss me, can I feel your body?"

The boy sat up with a start. Not that it was an unreasonable request, 
but it was just so surprising to hear a girl talk this way.

He leaned over and found her mouth by slurping his tongue around on her 
lips. He pried those luscious, pouty pink lips open with his tongue and 
pressed her body into his by taking a hold of her shoulders.

Their tongues met, probed and explored each others' mouth. Blair stuck 
her nubile little tits into the boy's chest and rubbed them around and 
around in hot, erotic circles.

Where had she learned to do that? She marveled at herself. This was as 
close as she had ever come to having sex with anyone, and she felt 
totally comfortable, completely at home with the prospect.

"Spread your legs apart," the boy said, "I want to sit inside them."

Blair spread her legs apart a bit.

"More," the boy urged, "here, I'll show you."

He reached down with his strong, muscular hands and gripped the girl's 
smooth flanks. He stretched her legs wide and bent them at the knees, 
placing her bare soles down on the grass.

"That's better," he said, edging inside her widespread limbs.

"Sure is," Blair said, staring down at the top of her cute little cunt 
crack. She noticed how her clit stuck out in that position. Bobbed up 
right between her plump little cunt lips.

And her clit wasn't the only thing in view bobbing up. Guji was 
developing a man-size erection. She watched in awe as the thick, hooded 
thing swelled massively and reached for the tree tops.

His thick, dark tight balls bounced hotly up under the base of his wet, 
hardening cock shaft, giving her a spectacular view of an erection in 
full blooming glory.

"Mmmmmm," Blair said, studying the way the thick foreskin peeled itself 
back as the hard shaft shoved it persistently out of the way.

"You're beautiful," the boy said, sitting up a bit and slipping his 
heels under his ass cheeks. He leaned into her and found her mouth 
again and diddled it hard with his tongue.

"Can I touch you now?" Blair said, wondering if she should wait till 
his cock had grown to its fullest height or touch him while it was 
still in the process. She definitely didn't want to disrupt any 
activity down there.

"Go ahead," he said, spreading his knees apart and sticking the smooth, 
dark tip of his cock head up toward her.

Blair reached a shaky hand out and brought it down on the top of the 
boy's thick, hard cock dome. She circled it around a bit, picking up 
some of the tacky clear juice from his heavenly dark cock slit.

She fingered the thick ridge of his cock rim and patted his shaft.

"That's okay," the boy said, "just slide your hand down it. It doesn't 
hurt or anything."

Blair felt a tingle shoot through her cunt lips as she braced her hand 
around the boy's thick, hard dark prick stick. She slid it down a ways, 
and then back up again.

"If you go up and down all the way, it's very pleasing, too," Guji 
said, adjusting his weight a little on his haunches and smiling 
tenderly at this uninhibited girl.

"Why don't you put your hands on me, too," Blair said, unable to shake 
the tingle off her cunt lips. "Put your fingers on this."

With her free hand, she pointed to the clit that was jutting between 
the lips of her sweet, blonde pussy mound.

Guji found the thick, slippery clit, sticking out there as big as a 
thumb and began massaging it around and around. He loved the way it 
felt under his fingers. He pressed it this way and that and felt the 
girl squirm with delight under his manipulations.

"That's delicious," she said, feeling her breath come out in thicker 
and heavier gasps.

She found herself tightening her grip around the boy's glistening big 
cock pole. She slithered her hand up to the top and ran her fingers 
around that hard, tantalizingly smooth head again before she dove them 
back down to the base of his dick.

What a wonderful game, Blair thought to herself. I wonder how long we 
can play at this before someone stops us.

But nobody did.

The cool breeze from the jungle depths disturbed the leaves, letting 
the sun in for her to get an even better look at the boy's hard, dark 
man cock. It shone brilliantly as the sun flashed on it. It reflected 
the water off it, as well as a thin layer of pre-cum that she had 
unknowingly coated it with each time she traced the smoothness of his 
dick dome and sped her gripping fingers down the length of his 
throbbing, big man tool.

"Uh, oh," Guji said, letting out a few words after that that Blair 
didn't understand.

"What?" she said, as she felt the luxury of his fingers playing her 
clit around and around and back and forth. She was about to go off 
herself, just from the delightful, non-stop friction that the boy was 
creating on her love button.

"I think it's time to leave you," the boy said, smiling a little 
sheepishly.

"Oh, no," she said, shaking her blonde wet hair in anger.

"I don't want to," he said, gripping his free hand into the ground and 
tearing up clumps of grass in an attempt to stave off the hungry beast 
that would any moment burst free from his loins.

"Oooooooh," Blair said, as she saw sparks in front of her flapping 
eyelids. She was very close to coming herself.

The boy wiggled his anxious hips around and around in ever-faster 
circles as the girl continued her up and down movements on his thick, 
sliding fuck pole.

"Oh, no," he said, biting on his lower lip, "I'm going to leave you 
now."

"Please don't," Blair protested, blinking back the huge come that lay 
just under the lips of her swollen cunt.

"I don't want to," Guji said, thrusting his hips hard up and down in an 
ever-increasing speed rhythm, "I have to." He felt the inner reaches of 
his balls sputter and cough. They spit forth the warm, growing jism 
load that shot down the length of his rock hard pecker and burst out of 
the cock slit at the tip.

"Wow!" Blair said, sitting up and taking even fonder notice of the 
action at the top of the boy's cock knob. The white gush of furious hot 
cream came roaring out of the opening in a perfect line and headed 
straight toward her out-stretched cunt lips.

She felt it strike the petals of inner cunt folds as she leaned her 
head back and shot off a wild, bubbling juice load of hot, erotic 
orgasm.

The white sheet just kept coming at her in a continuous stream of thick 
goo.

"Can I taste it?" she said, holding the boy's still hard pecker in 
between her hands. The sounds of the wild birds and monkeys assaulted 
her ears. The feel of the boy's thick dick rod aroused her fingertips, 
and she flung off into another totally-absorbing sea of climaxes as she 
leaned her head forward and buried her face on the head of Guji's 
thickly-erect prick.

How many years ago had that been again? Seven? Well, sex had never been 
that good since. She suspected it might have had something to do with 
the jungle setting. The jungle! God, she was looking forward to it.

She and Guji had a great time for the next six weeks, exploring each 
others' bodies. She wondered if her father ever knew about that little 
episode. Or the many little episodes that followed. That dark-eyed 
Indian native boy had taken her virginity out there in that jungle 
bush. And she had loved every second of it.

Civilized sex was just never quite as good.

"... of course," Mrs. Haver said, in her drippy monotone chant, "I do 
love the wilds, ever so much. But I prefer to take my nature in books, 
you see, I really do. I'm just not cut out for such a harsh, unfriendly 
and lonely existence."

Had the woman been talking the whole time she had been daydreaming? 
Impossible. But it seemed that she had. No one was paying much 
attention to her by this time.

Blair looked at her father, who was sipping the last of his glass of 
brandy. Such a strong, firm, no-nonsense type of man. Maybe she would 
grow up to be like him some day. She only hoped she could be half the 
zoologist he was.

"Lonely?" she heard her father say to Mrs. Haver in his deep, booming 
baritone voice, "perhaps, but there is a kind of quiet beauty to 
loneliness ... if it's self-imposed of course. I find it a refreshing 
change from all this."

Dr. Fortner waved his hand around the room, and he smiled at his 
daughter lovingly.

"Me, too," Blair said, smiling back at him.

It was nice to share a little joke with this man once in a while, 
though he didn't often joke around.

Yes, it would be lonely in that forbidden jungle, Blair thought, but 
safe, too. Tucked quietly away from all the pomp and ceremony.



Chapter 2


"I'll get that," Dr. Fortner called to his daughter from the living 
room.

They hadn't been home more than a half hour, and the doorbell was 
jangling already. The man had to admit that he, too, would welcome a 
little jungle solitude for a change.

"Hi, Dr. F.," Cathy's chipper little voice called in to him from the 
front steps. The man stood back and let the exuberant girl and the 
young man accompanying her come into the room. He stared at the young 
man a moment, waiting to be introduced.

"Uh, Dr. Fortner," Cathy said, remembering her manners at last, "this 
is Harold Rhymer. Harold, this is Blair's father."

"I think you'd better have a seat in the living room," the dapper grey-
haired man said, "the rest of the rooms are filled with packing 
crates."

"Thanks," Cathy said, ushering her date into the front room.

Blair came tripping down the steps calling to her father, "Is that 
Cathy?"

"Yes, dear," her father shouted back, "and the young man accompanying 
her."

Blair's feet hit the bottom of the steps and she stared a moment. This 
was Cathy's date? He wasn't at all what she had expected. She thought 
somebody bookish, pale, and drawn ... like Owen Divers, maybe.

But this guy was a gorgeous hunk of beefy manhood. Tall and stately, 
but extremely well-developed muscularly.

And he had a beard. What was it about men with beards that 
automatically rated them an extra three points in her book? And this 
wasn't just a little skimpy Van Dyke, this was a full-blown beard.

Luscious, full, and hairy. Just the way she liked them.

But she shouldn't be standing here drooling over him mentally, after 
all, he was Cathy's date.

"How do you do?" Harold Rhymer said, standing up tall and erect and 
staring her in the eyes. He gets another two points just for looking me 
in the eye, Blair thought to herself as she joined them on the sofa.

"How was the dinner?" Cathy said, eagerly smiling over at her friend.

"A little like a wake, only there was less to drink," Blair said back. 
"I guess I shouldn't be saying such things in front of my father, 
though. Sorry, Dad."

"Oh, that's quite all right," the steely-eyed, sober man said back to 
her, "I get a little tired of that university crowd myself once in a 
while. Won't be seeing much of them for the next six months, though."

"Six months?" Harold said.

In spite of herself, Blair found herself bristling at the sound of his 
voice. It was dark and deep and heavy. Irresistible. Like molasses 
pouring out of a long spout.

Blair blinked her eyes hard and tried to snap herself out of these 
daydreams she was having lately. Probably had something to do with not 
getting laid in the last eight weeks.

"Blair and Dr. Fortner are going to Africa tomorrow," Cathy said, 
"that's why I wanted to come over ... just to say Good-bye to them."

"Business or pleasure?" the young man asked, leaning back in the chair 
and looking at the fascinating souvenirs of a life lived in the exotic 
and far-flung outposts of the world.

Ivory, wood-carved statues and stone urns and pottery pieces cluttered 
the room. Thick, blonde straw mats and animal skin rugs lay on the 
floor. Spears and hunting blow-guns lined the walls. It almost looked 
like the African room at the museum.

"Business, but it's my pleasure, too," the grey-haired Dr. Fortner 
answered.

"Dr. Fortner researches Greater Primates," Cathy said, "he's also 
written a lot of books about man's relationship to apes. Did you read 
Man and Ape Man? That was his."

"I sure did," the thick-voiced, dark-haired man said, "great book."

"Thank you," Dr. Fortner said, "I'm happy about that one. Gave me a 
chance to interest the public in our distant cousins, the apes."

"Fascinating subject," Harold said, nodding his head as if in agreement 
with himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Fortner."

"Thank you," the man said, standing up and shaking the ashes out of his 
pipe into the fireplace, "but I'm afraid the meeting will have to be 
short-lived. I have some papers to go over before I travel tomorrow. 
Blair, you stay here with your friends. No need you running off to bed, 
just because I have work to do."

"Night, Dad," Blair said, rising to her feet and kissing the man on the 
cheek.

"Goodnight, dear," he said, embracing her. He stepped to the sofa and 
reached out to take Cathy's hand, "Goodnight and Farewell, Cathy. You 
have our address, I trust."

"Very good," Cathy said, bowing to his humor, "but I can write you in 
care of the university, can't I?"

"Yes," Blair said, "every day if you like. But we don't usually get the 
mail except once every two months, so I may be getting quite a stack 
from you when it finally does get to me."

Dr. Fortner took his leave and the three sat in the living room 
chatting about things in common.

Blair discovered that Harold was indeed a scientist, too, like her 
father. Only he was in graduate school, studying Anthropology.

"We have a lot in common," he found himself saying to the blonde girl 
after several minutes.

"How so?" she said, "you study humans and Dad and I study animals. That 
makes us only distantly related."

"Don't turn up your nose, Blair," Cathy said, "Humans deserve to be 
studied, too. I myself like to study them. Especially in shopping 
malls."

"Interesting," Harold said, reaching in his back pocket for a 
cigarette.

When he did, Blair noticed a rich, lush growth on his chest, just below 
his collarbone. What was it about men with hairy chests? She loved men 
with hairy chest. How come Cathy got so lucky all of a sudden? She had 
been looking for some piece of beef like this Rhymer guy for some time 
and nothing so far.

Then, on the night before the night she has to sail away, her best 
friend waltzes in the door with this! Nice work, Cathy.

"I find personally that humans in some situations behave more like 
animals," the young man continued.

"I wouldn't put animals down like that," Cathy said.

"She's right, you know, Harold," Blair said, "You defame animals by 
comparing them to humans."

"Didn't know I'd find myself in the company of two beautiful animal 
lovers tonight," he said, lighting his cigarette with the lighter on 
the teak wood table in front of him.

"So what's wrong with animals?" Blair found herself snapping 
defensively.

"Nothing at all," Harold replied, "they're fine in their place. But 
they are, you must admit, somewhat limited."

"Yes," Blair said, "if you define them and explain them in human terms. 
But we must remember, animals don't abide by human terms. They have a 
code of their own, depending on the species, of course."

She didn't know why she felt hot and flushed all over all of a sudden. 
Maybe the heat. But there wasn't mach of that. Possibly the arguing, 
but this was hardly an argument, either.

Maybe it was that Rhymer guy. He was a big, beautiful specimen of the 
human race if she had ever seen one. She caught a little sneaky peek of 
the hair in between his open shirt collar again. It was every bit as 
dark and thick and ample as she remembered it from the last peek.

Yes, she thought, feeling the little trill of her cunt lips as they 
vibrated together enough to make her clit stiffen slightly. It probably 
was him. Why did he have to be so gorgeous and hairy, anyway?

After a few snatches of innocuous conversation, she grabbed a hold of 
Cathy by her jacket lapel.

"Let's go into the bathroom, uh, the kitchen a moment, Cathy," she 
said, trying not to sound too eager, "I have to show you something."

Cathy bounced up and wondered to herself what in hell her friend was 
keeping in the kitchen that would be worth pulling her away from Harold 
Rhymer. But, she padded dutifully after her friend anyway.

"How would you like to give me a going-away present, Cathy?" she said, 
smiling cautiously at her friend.

"Hadn't thought much about it, Kid," Cathy said, leaning against the 
kitchen counter and eyeing the refrigerator, "What have you got in 
mind?"

"Harold?" Blair said in a quiet, deadly little voice.

A full twenty seconds before an answer.

"No way, man," her diminutive friend shot back, "I saw him first."

"Oh, come on, Cathy," she begged, "wouldn't it be a blast? The three of 
us together? It's only for tonight. It has to be."

"Are you crazy?" Cathy said, staring wide-eyed at her friend and 
neighbor. What did this looney tune dame have on her mind anyway? Did 
she think she was a faggot or something?

"You think I'm queer, is that it?" Cathy said.

"Oh, Cathy," the blonde girl said, feeling a rush of hot steam escape 
her lips and trying to get a grip on her patience, "threesomes don't 
mean you're queer."

"Who said anything about a fucking threesome," Cathy felt near to the 
boiling point. Not that she didn't want to get it on with Harold. And 
maybe someday, she'd even like to get it on with Blair. But both of 
them. In the same night? She was hardly prepared for a double whammy 
like that all at once.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Blair said, "please? For old time's 
sake?"

"What old times?" the fuzzy-haired girl shot back hotly, "we're only 
nineteen."

"Give it a try, Cathy," a voice said from the doorway, "you might like 
it. Besides, I won't think you're queer, either of you."

They fell apart like the waves of the Red Sea in the wake of Moses and 
the Israelites.

Harold Rhymer strolled casually into the kitchen, letting the swinging 
door flap behind him.

"I couldn't help overhearing," he said, "sorry."

"Oh, don't be," Cathy said, in mock gaiety, "Happens all the time. I 
just can't stop going out with adorable, brilliant men that my best 
friend falls head over heels in love with the minute I introduce them."

"It's hardly love, Cathy," Harold said, leaning against the wall, "just 
strong physical attraction."

Blair had to shake her head to be sure she heard him right. How the 
hell did this male know so much anyway? Apparently he had instincts she 
didn't know about. Good healthy instincts. Animal instincts.

"He's right, Cath," Blair said, smiling gamely at her friend, "I'm not 
nuts about him. It doesn't work like that. I just like him. Maybe even 
just for tonight."

"We can go right on seeing each other, Cathy," Harold said, his voice 
the essence of calm composure, "if we both want to. After Blair leaves 
I mean."

"But tonight?" Cathy said, swallowing hard.

"Well," Harold began, completely in control of himself, "tonight I'd 
like to be with both of you, if you don't mind."

"Wow!" Cathy said, shaking her head and trying to take it all in. "You 
two certainly have me beat for lack of inhibitions. Guess I'm not that 
cool."

"Oh, you're cool all right," Blair said, nodding to her friend, "Maybe 
too cool. If you don't want to get involved, we can drop it, as far as 
I'm concerned."

"Me, too," Harold said, patting his date on the back, "I don't want to 
do anything that would upset you."

"Where?" Cathy said, blandly.

"Where what?" Blair said, shaking her head in confusion.

"Where shall the three of us get it on?" the girl said, making a face 
and putting her hand over her mouth to keep back a giggle.

"Let's go upstairs," Blair said, beckoning the two of them to follow 
her. "But don't make too much noise. Dad may be asleep by now."

"Don't want this to turn into a foursome," Cathy giggled as they 
climbed the stairs. "Not that I'd mind getting it on with your dad, 
Blair. He's such a handsome guy."

Blair pushed her bedroom door open and the three of them tiptoed in 
like thieves in the night.

As soon as the lady of the house flicked on the lights, Harold stared 
at the walls so hard he almost forgot what he had come up here for. 
There were pictures all over the place. Even on the ceiling. Monkeys, 
apes, chimpanzees, gibbons, orangutans, spider monkeys, baboons ... 
primates of every size, color and description. Doing all kinds of 
things.

One of them had a monkey on Blair's shoulder. She looked to be about 
eleven or twelve in the picture. She was a beautiful little angelic 
girl, even then.

"This you?" he said, pointing toward it.

"Taken in Ceylon," she said, "Sri Lanka, they call it now."

"That's beautiful," the man said, taking off his jacket.

Blair had to hold her breath a moment when the man's jacket came off. 
She was more anxious than she wanted to admit. She licked her lips 
anxiously and waited for him to unbutton his shirt. Dared she hope that 
his entire body would be covered with that rich, dark lustrous coating 
of hair that so boldly sprang from his chest?

"I've never had a girl eat my pussy before," Cathy said, trying not to 
let her fingers shake as she unbuttoned her filmy silk blouse. She 
flipped it open and let the material slide over her suntanned golden 
shoulders.

"Wow!" Harold said, staring at her as she let the material of her bra 
cups up and over her perfectly-shaped hot round tit loads.

"Thanks," she said, edgily groping for her skirt zipper. She was more 
excited than she wanted to admit as she watched Blair unbutton her 
safari shirt.

She had seen her friend nude a lot of times. In fact, she could hardly 
get her to keep her clothes on whenever they sunbathed or gardened or 
cooked together.

The girl seemed to be a born nudist. But to crawl into bed with this 
gorgeous girlfriend of hers? That was something she hadn't even dreamed 
of ... well, maybe a couple of times.

But she never thought she would see it turn into a reality.

The blonde's luscious big tit hunks popped into view like twin moons 
rising above the earth.

"That's gorgeous," she heard Harold say.

He seemed to be admiring both of them. That was diplomatic of him. 
Anyway, he was being a gentleman about the whole thing. Not grabbing 
ass or tweaking tit or anything that lewd.

The man unbuttoned his shirt, not daring to look away from the 
incredibly good double bill on the screen in front of his eyes. He 
fumbled with the buttons and didn't manage much grace getting out of 
his shirt, but he was so glued to the spot. He hadn't seen a prettier 
pair of girls anywhere in his entire academic career. And to think the 
two of them lived right next door.

"Glad I'm not your neighbor," he heard himself say, pulling off his 
under-shirt. "I'd be over here trying to bang both of you every night 
of the week."

"Panderer," Cathy said, fishing for the elastic of her half-slip.

"Is something wrong?" Harold said, looking at Blair who seemed to be 
transfixed as she gazed at his chest.

"Oh, no," Blair said, shaking herself back to consciousness.

She couldn't believe the beautiful thick growth all over his chest. And 
as if that weren't enough, running down his arms, too. What was it 
about hairy men? She loved them. She hoped he would have a similar 
black patch running down from his groin to the floor along both legs. 
That would be the capper all right.

She stepped eagerly out of her safari pants and tossed them over a 
chair.

"Want some help?" she said to her friend, who was fumbling helplessly 
with her under panties.

"No!" Cathy sung merrily back to her, "I can manage."

Harold gripped his belt buckle and stared at the fine array spread 
before him. The blonde girl's pussy mound was covered with a thicket of 
blonde angelic light hair that barely concealed her pussy lips and 
thick pink clit. It was a sight to behold.

And it was a sight that made his pecker grow long and angry, the longer 
it was left out of the action.

He felt it throb against the inside of his briefs, waiting, thudding 
against his zipper, eager to be unleashed.

And her tit peaks were succulent to make a meal of. Cathy's were no 
less breathtaking, if a little smaller. Their nipples did provide a 
dramatic contrast, though. Cathy's pert, sharp little rose pink ones. 
And Blair's rather dark, thick rubbery purplish-tinged pair. He 
couldn't decide which ones to chew on first.

He unzipped his big steely metal zipper and let his pants down over his 
hips.

Blair let out a gasp when she saw his heavily thicketed legs. They were 
her dream of a man's legs. Covered from top to base with a lush, 
shining covering of hair so dark and deep, she could sink her face into 
it and have to come up for air.

She motioned to Cathy to join her and the two of them slowly, teasingly 
hooked their hands around the elastic of his briefs and lowered them 
down over his hardening man cock.

"Oh, my God!" Cathy shouted out first. She had the frontal view as the 
brief lowering took place.

"Well?" Blair said, coming around to where her friend was standing for 
a look. The look turned into a fifteen second admiration society.

"Isn't that something?" Cathy said, pointing to the man's hardening rod 
wand.

Cathy had to gasp for her breath, she had sucked so much in when she 
first brought his cock into view. It was extraordinarily long and 
thick. A real juicy find. The top was bullet-shaped, with a deep, 
angular cock slit in the center of the head. His shaft was plump and 
slightly hooked toward the ceiling, with a rich, thick under vein of 
bluish-purple that ran the full length of his shaft.

The shaft seemed to be thicker at the base than it was at the tip. A 
real inducement to taking it up to the hilt. And his balls were full, 
hard and massive.

Blair stared at the man's cock a moment, but her eyes couldn't help 
drifting off. Not that his dick wasn't beautiful. But it was his hair 
covering that had her magnetized. That body coat of swirling, dark man 
hair. All over. And especially in his crotch. Around the naked pinkish 
and tan cock rod. Surrounding and encroaching his thick, dark balls.

"That's a hard-on if I ever saw one," Cathy said, still fumbling with 
her panties.

"Here," Harold said, helping her off with them. He took a look at the 
sweet triangular spot between her legs. Moist rich auburn hair that 
neatly framed her sweet little pink slit.

What a find! Both of them!!!

"Who's first?" Cathy said, sitting down on the bed and crossing her 
legs trying to act casual.

"How about all of us!" Harold said, coming over to her and tilting her 
chin up for a deep, inviting kiss.

"If he fucks as good as he makes out," she said, "We're home free, 
Blair."

He leaned the girl back on the bed and separated her legs enough to get 
his hand down into her cunt bundle.

He pulled a few of her wispy brown hairs out of the way and began 
skating his fingers around and around the hole of her pussy, building 
up a sweet friction of sweat, cunt juice, and his own saliva.

"Oooooh," Cathy said, as the build-up of passion and heat took hold of 
her cunt lips. It felt like it was there to stay a while.

"Can I do something for you?" he said, his breath finding its way out 
of his rather excited lips somehow. He looked longingly at the blonde 
dish sitting on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," Blair said, climbing on top of his shoulders, "you sure can."

She straddled the muscular man's neck and thrust her hot, eager twat 
into his face. She didn't care who he fucked, as long as she could rub 
her pussy in that sweet, hair-filled face of his.

"That beard feel good?" Harold said, bracing one hand against the 
headboard for support. He was breathing hotly into her cunt slit as he 
spoke, so close were her pussy lips to his own thick, dark ones.

"Like a million bucks," Blair said, sliding herself around so that her 
clit rubbed against the man's beard hair. It was so unbelievably fuzzy 
and furry to the touch. Her sensitive, long clitoris grew thicker and 
swelled with blood as she moved her hips around in hot, erotic circles, 
straining for every hair of his face to find her pussy.

"Oh, God," she called as she felt herself spin off into a very 
premature round of rollicking, heavy non-stop climaxes. She hadn't 
really intended to get off so quick. But it had happened so fast. The 
arousal, the heat, the passion, they were all real.

This man was giving them to her. Just sitting here and looking around 
at the pictures ...

She tossed her head around and around in wild, frenzied circles. She 
humped her hips harder and harder up into his face as he stuck his 
rolled up tongue out and buried it up her cunt tunnel. He wiggled it 
around in her tight, juicy slit, reaming the juices out of it that 
flowed out and oozed down her cunt lips and onto his chin.

"Oh, my goodness," the well-brought up auburn-haired girl trilled as 
she flopped one leg over the other and felt a thick, insistent hard 
pumping against her cunt lips' doors.

She reached down and sat up a bit to glimpse the thick, round smooth 
cock head that banged against her cunt lips, begging entry.

She had to open her lips a bit with her fingers to get that huge cock 
head up in there. But it was worth it. She humped her hips hard to 
scoop the head of the man's hard dick up into her sweet, willing but 
tight little cunt well.

She felt the thick, hard knob slip inside and stick there. She would 
have to pump her own hips and work his dick head in and out a bit with 
her hands to build up the necessary juice to ease penetration. She 
would really like for that man to hump her as far up as was humanly 
possible, so the task was a joyous one.

Harold Rhymer shook his head a bit and thrust his chin up hard to let 
Blair brush her sensitive cunt lips and clit button against his bristly 
face.

That seemed to be what she was after, though it had taken him a while 
to realize it. It wasn't the usual thing a girl goes for. But then, 
Blair Fortner was clearly not your usual girl.

He hauled his log a bit deeper into the luscious little Cathy's sweet 
cunt spot. Her precious pussy slit seemed to be gifted with knots of 
tight, engulfing muscles that stroked and pinched his cock knob and 
urged him ever upward toward her sweet, waiting tight little hot core.

Blair found her even breath again after that series of unbelievable 
climaxes. She whispered into Harold's ear. "That was delicious. 
Thanks."

"My pleasure," Harold managed to say.

"Fuck me," Cathy let out as Harold's cock rod came barreling down on 
her sweet, wild hot little pink pussy.

The clear cunt honey ran in buckets out of her tight little slit as she 
sat up and watched the man's cock slither ever deeper inside her.

She also saw Blair slip off the man's shoulder and stand on the bed. 
What the hell was she going to do?

The man scrambled around until he was lying pretty much up on top of 
the girl he was so studiously and hotly fucking. He inclined himself up 
and rested on his hands with straight arms as he looked up at Blair 
standing there, pussy still shoved into his face.

"More?" he said, dutifully.

He loved fucking this girl, but he certainly didn't want to miss the 
chance of sucking that one at the same time, if he possibly could.

"Lots more," Blair giggled bouncing up and down on the bed and hopping 
off of it.

"Don't go away, Blair," Cathy called out to her friend. She loved 
getting fucked by this gorgeous beefcake, but where was her friend 
going anyway?

"Mind if I just eat you a bit?" she said down to Harold as he continued 
to pump furiously into the tight sweet cunt hole of her best friend.

"I'd love it," he said, trying to catch his breath, "but how?"

"I'll show you," she said, wiping her cunt with her fingers and licking 
the juice off.

Harold pulled Cathy's legs up and bent them into her tits. He had a 
good fucking angle this way, and one guaranteed to send the little girl 
off into a delightful spill any moment, providing she was willing.

Which she seemed to be.

"Oh, that makes me glow all over," Cathy said, blinking and tossing her 
head in wild circles.

Blair surveyed the hot little fuck scene. It was gorgeous and very, 
very arousing. In no time at all, her clit was poking back out between 
her lips. Of course, it had a bit of help. She had been diddling it to 
a stiff peak with her fingers.

She climbed on board Harold's back and straddled his round, butt mounds 
of perfection and thrust her clit between his ass cheeks. She pinched 
them together fiercely with her hands and began working her pussy 
button in and out of the tight space she had created.

But more than being tight, this guy was giving her a hairy hole to 
fuck. That was more damned delightful than anything she could think of. 
His soft, lustrous hair. That downy covering of delicious moist fur.

"Mmmmmmm," she said as she leaned over and began licking his hairy 
shoulders. How amply-covered with down they were. How thick and darkly-
coated and full and ripe and rich and hairy ... HAIRY!!!

Blair loved that word. That implication. She loved dark, rich hairy 
things. The taste, the feel, the way she could wind her tongue around 
and play in the lush bush of it.

She swirled her tongue this way and that all over the matting of the 
man's shoulders and down his hairy back. The hair tapered off as it 
reached his buttocks, but seemed to grow in profusion out his ass hole, 
where she was now plying her blonde wet pussy, working herself to yet 
another incredible round of all-out climaxes.

"Oh. Fuck me," Cathy hollered, writhing around on the bed, tossing her 
luscious hips from one side to the other and feeling Harold's hard dick 
ram up, up into her tight pussy tunnel.

She gripped his man tool with her muscular cunt and slid the cock pole 
in and out of her. She watched as it zoomed out and shown shimmering in 
the dim bedroom light. It was unbelievably hard and dark and thick and 
smooth and wet.

"Oh, God," Harold said as he felt the warm, slippery woman grind into 
his ass sphincter. This lady was driving him crazy.

So was the one in the front. She was wringing him dry with those tight 
little cunt sphincter muscles of hers.

He didn't see how he could hang on much longer, but he was sure game to 
try. He rammed his hard cock into the girl's secret triangle hole anew 
and skewered it around and around. He plugged her savagely as he felt 
the girl at his back, that sweet, accommodating blonde dig her cunt 
into his ass valley.

The combination was head-spinning.

Blair looked around the room at all the pictures of her favorite 
friends ... the apes, the monkeys, the gorillas. How beautiful they 
were, and how hairy. What a fine coating of hair Harold had on him. 
Maybe he was part ape. It was delicious fantasy, just imagining that.

In fact, it was enough to make her close her eyes and see it in front 
of her. This big, brutish man, carrying her off to a cave somewhere and 
letting her lick his hair until she ...

"Ooooooh," she called out to the two of them as she reeled off into a 
paroxysm of onrushing orgasms. She was stunned again and again as they 
hit one after the other, like waves of ecstasy.

Cathy's cunt lips quivered faster than the speed of light as she 
gripped Harold's beautifully rock hard dick stick between her lips and 
pressed them down as hard as she could. The man was bouncing his hips 
so hard, she felt him touch her bottom. He simply couldn't go any 
further.

"That's crazy," Cathy sighed, "you're making me nuts."

"Oh, fuck that cock," the man called out, thrashing his whole big hairy 
body around and around and up and down, servicing both of them at once.

Bringing them both off to wild rushes of orgasmic fury. Cathy lunged 
her hips up one final, perilous time and spent herself into a series of 
glowing hot climaxes. Like white heat rushing her whole body, she went 
up in smoke and flames that threatened to torch her cunt and everything 
else in sight.

"Oh wow!!!!" she called to the both of them, as she felt the fury in 
her pussy rage.

Harold humped her harder and harder as he buckled under the weight of 
his own impending climax. He felt a blast of jism empty his balls and 
hurl out the end of prick stick, gushing out the cock slit and spewing 
out into the thrashing girl's cunt.

"Oh, my God!" Cathy screamed as the blaze in her cunt was washed over 
by the thick, jet spray from the man's thick, hard fire hose.

The two of them wrestled each other to climax. And Blair continued her 
wild humpings and even wilder associations as the three of them burst 
in and out of each other's bodies and consciousness.

"Jesus Christ," Harold said, as he felt the wet tongue bathing him 
everywhere. His back, his ass, his ass crack, his ass hole, his legs, 
his toes, and now, the two of them were parting ... he and Cathy.

Blair was intervening, sticking her tongue down in there and licking 
and smacking her lips feverishly. She continued her wild tongue 
tappings, all over the front of his body and when she came to his rock 
hard dick top, she licked that, too.

Flicked her tongue across it with incredible power and heat, lifting it 
again toward the ceiling. And she went down on it with her mouth, 
licking up all the delicious bits of cream left over from his come.

And then, in an incredible finish, she went for Cathy's little hairy 
cunt and licked the whitish goo off of it, too.

"Oh, Holy Crow!" Cathy said, her clit popping up and swelling to new 
heights as her friend severed her lips with her tongue and made her way 
all over the inner chambers of her tiny, taut cunt hole.

The two of them watched in amazement, as the crazed Blair sucked all 
the spunk from Harold's enormous load of come still left in the girl's 
precious, hairy little cunt.

Somehow, the three of them claimed their normal breathing pattern once 
more. It took a few minutes. But they managed.

"That was just about incredible," Cathy said, licking her lips and 
smiling at both of them. "I mean, I never had it so good. I had the 
best of both worlds."

"And you didn't want to get in to a threeway," Blair teased her friend, 
as she sat up and headed for the bathroom.

She brought back a hot washcloth and a couple of towels and tossed them 
to the crowd.

"I don't have much to clean up after you got through," Cathy giggled, 
having her little joke with her friend.

"Me, neither," Harold said, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. It had 
all been well worth the sweat, though, he mused.

These two girls were beautiful, bright, hot and altogether delightful.

"Do you really have to go to Africa, tomorrow?" Harold said, making a 
little mock pout with his lower lip. "We're going to miss you."

Blair shook her head in disbelief. Why did something this good have to 
come along just when she had to leave town. Fate had a funny way of 
screwing you up just when you least expected it.

"Fraid so," she said, patting Cathy's mass of messed up hair.

"Well, we'll see you when you get back," she smiled, "at least I will."

Harold reached for her hand and said something nice to her. But Blair 
didn't hear much of it. Her father's voice came from far down the hall.

She grabbed her bathrobe and threw it around her and walked toward the 
door.

Her father was calling her. At least it sounded like he was.

She raced to his bedroom and opened the door. He was lying there, in 
the light of his reading lamp with dozens of books and papers spread 
across the bed. His usual nocturnal activity.

"Blair," he said, "I forgot. Dr. Divers and Owen are coming for brunch 
tomorrow. I have to give him some of my papers and Owen has agreed to 
house sit for us."

"I thought Mrs. Peachum was house-sitting for us."

Cathy leaned against the door and managed to stay in shadow. For some 
reason, she thought she might give away the fact that she had just 
stepped out of the throes of a hot little sex scene if she came any 
closer to his line of vision. Or his line of smell, for that matter.

"Mrs. Peachum's sister is ill. She called tonight and she can't make 
it. She has to go to St. Louis."

"Oh," the girl sighed.

"So, perhaps you want to get some shut-eye tonight after all. If you 
want to prepare yourself for ten o'clock with Owen and Dr. Divers, that 
is."

"Sure," she said, turning to go, "thanks."

"Oh, you don't have to tell your friends to go," the man said, calmly, 
a slight smile crossing his lips. "They can stay as long as they like. 
There's the spare bedroom ..." Blair shook her head and clucked her 
tongue a bit. How had he figured it out? He was nowhere near her room. 
The man was clever, that must be it. Clever like an animal.

"You weren't peeking, were you, Dad?" she said, sticking her hands in 
her bathrobe pockets and regarding the elderly man.

"I don't peek, Blair," the man said, closing his books and stacking 
some of his papers on the night table, "but I have good ears, you know 
that."

She did, too. She had seen him on various expeditions. He had a keen 
ear for all kinds of animal sounds.

And human ones. She knew that now, if she never guessed it before. The 
man knew more than he let on. Much more.

"Just how much did you hear?" she said, shifting her weight back a bit 
and eyeing him curiously.

"How far back do you want to go?" the man said, snuggling down into the 
bed and winking slyly. "To an hour ago, or back to the jungles of 
Ceylon. Back to the time when you were just twelve years old and 
curious as a baby monkey. You want to go back that far ... to you and 
that Ceylonese lad, what was his name ... Guji?"



Chapter 3


"Nothing much to say for an ocean," the lady with the green and grey 
headscarf on her reddish hair said to Blair as she leaned over the deck 
railing, "except that it's wet."

"And that there's a lot of it," Blair said back to her.

Her eyes drifted off to the endless watery horizon as the cool ocean 
breeze blew her loose hair around. It was about the only thing so far 
on this trip that she really liked. And, she had to admit that she 
would be glad to get to Africa and the dense, thick jungle, closed-in 
spaces had always been more of a favorite to her than wide-open ones 
anyway.

She had always felt so protected and loved whenever she was surrounded 
with jungle growth. Even in the forests of North America, there had 
been that same peace and comfort ... tranquillity.

That was it. The ocean unnerved her, made her edgy with apprehension. 
But the jungle soothed and calmed her, mellowed her out. There was just 
no place else like it.

She thought back to her last evening at home. It had been fun with 
Cathy and Harold. She wondered if they were still seeing each other. 
Probably they were.

If only there had been a man around like Harold, the voyage might pass 
more quickly. She looked around at the men strolling on deck. There 
weren't many of them. None at least that she found interesting. All so 
tame and white and clean and sterile looking. Maybe they were all 
doctors or dentists. Most of them looked like they could be.

"Hello, Miss Fortner," a pleasant voice sounded from behind her back.

She turned around to see the captain standing in front of her, his 
hands stuck dapperly in the pockets of his uniform jacket. "Captain 
Rigby," she said, looking at the tall, slender model of ocean-going 
official dignity. He was every inch a captain of an ocean vessel.

Probably the type to go down with the ship, Blair thought as he stood 
there smiling pleasantly at her.

"You look a mite bored with all this," the captain said, gesturing to 
the breeze.

"Oh, no," Blair lied, "I mean, yes, a little."

"Be glad to get into port, I take it," he said, nodding his captain's 
head.

"Can't wait," she said, leaning against the railing and sensing the 
chill in the air.

"Perhaps I could help amuse you for a bit," the dapper man said.

Blair smiled at him patiently. He wasn't exactly her type, but maybe he 
didn't have the same thing in mind she had just then.

"Ever seen the boiler room of a ship?" he said, "It's quite 
interesting. Perhaps you'd like to."

"Oh," Blair said, anxious to please the man, but finding the thought a 
bit dull. What the hell would anyone want to go below deck and watch a 
furnace burning for?

"That's where most of the real action takes place," the man said, 
bowing his head a bit and then staring up at her. "Everything up here 
is a bit dull by comparison I suppose. Whenever I feet a bit spaced out 
from all this ocean and sky stuff, I take a peek below myself. Care to 
join me now?"

Blair stepped up and locked arms with that tall, stately captain. He 
reminded her a touch of her father, who was busy with his books and 
papers just now. Had been since coming aboard actually.

"All right," she said, agreeably nodding her head and treading along 
the deck next to Captain Rigby.

"Watch your footing here," the man said as they descended the ladder 
leading below deck.

It was considerably darker below. And Blair could distinctly hear the 
hum of the engines. It was warm down there, too. Already, she liked the 
closed-in, comfy feeling down there better than the spacious, unending 
nothingness she felt above.

A red hot glow appeared in the darkness just ahead of where they stood.

"What's that?" Blair said, staring straight ahead.

"The furnace room," the captain said, "we're a coal-powered vessel. The 
men down here have a rough job."

"They feed the furnace?" Blair said as the two approached the boiler 
room.

"They shovel coal round the clock to keep this thing going forward," 
the captain said. "A whole crew of them do. They're called the black 
gang."

"Black gang?" Blair said, as the echo of their footsteps filled the 
dark chamber.

"An old term for furnace-stokers," Captain Rigby nodded, "these men do 
yeomen duty down here, and few passengers ever realize it."

"It's another world down here," Blair said, shading her eyes from the 
glaring overhead red light to peer into the dimly-lit furnace room.

"Hello, Mack," Captain Rigby said to one of the men shoveling coal.

Blair noticed him, too. Big, beefy, incredibly muscled. And with a 
dark, sooty covering on his face.

"Captain!" the man nodded, and then, he turned to fill his shovel once 
more.

As the captain exchanged shop talk with the gang members, Blair watched 
them work. Here were some men, indeed. Not those lily-white glasses of 
milk strolling above deck, but real men.

Hard working, brutally-strong and silent types. Her types. The kind of 
men she had always felt the most strongly drawn to. The fierce, brave 
look of determination showing on their faces in the firelighted glow. 
What a scene! She almost wished she were a photographer or an artist to 
capture it.

The smell of that coal mingled with the sweat of their fine, rippling 
bodies. The atmosphere was heady inside here. It was going to her head, 
and elsewhere. She stood with her legs a bit apart and felt a trickle 
of clear cunt honey escape out the curtain of her cunt lips.

She watched in growing excitation as the men continued their rhythmic 
shoveling motion. Blair would rather have watched those muscular, 
sweating bodies work than a corps de ballet go through Swan Lake.

What was it about the dark, shiny faces of those men. The faces so 
thick and gleaming with a sheen of coal dust and sweat? They were 
beautiful to her. And the smells their bodies produced were better than 
any ambrosia. The steamy interior took on a warming glow as the fire in 
the furnace increased and then subsided again.

"The men work in shifts," Captain Rigby continued, steering Blair 
around toward another section of the ship's interior. She didn't want 
to leave that section, but in order to be nice to the man who was 
showing her around, she conceded to his guidance.

He put a firm hand around her waist and addressed the men ... "Keep up 
the good work, men," he said, barely audible above the grind of the 
machinery and the blast of the fiery furnace.

Blair looked in their faces once more and shuddered. They were so 
beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful. She didn't want to go. Then, just 
as she turned to leave, one of them caught her eye.

He was a bit shorter and smaller than the rest. But, in proportion, he 
was enormous. With thick, powerful shoulders and long, massive arms. It 
looked like he had two bowling balls under his shirt.

His face was thick and fierce-looking with a protruding forehead and 
deeply-set dark eyes.

His legs were like stubby tree trunks. And she could see by the way his 
shirt was rolled up to his forearm, that he was covered with a layer of 
thick, dark curly hair.

That hair sent another set of shudders rushing along her spine and 
swirling in and out of her cunt crevice. What was it about that kind of 
primitive-looking man?

The associations of him to the earth, to nature were very strong, but 
she wasn't quite sure where she had gotten them. Cave men didn't turn 
her on! She had no wish to be dragged along the rocky ground by her 
hair and be hauled off to a cave and beaten with a club into sexual 
submission.

Still, the idea of a hairy, primitive-looking man, a man of the earth 
and soil, a man unafraid to get his hands dirty or his brow sweaty, a 
man of iron and grit, that kind of thing truly fascinated her. 
Fascinated her and turned her on to a boiling rage.

Her mind leaped madly ahead as the captain steered her around the huge, 
hot furnace and under the heavy, intertwining maze of pipes, tubes, and 
wires.

"There's much more below deck," the man said, "if you care to see it."

Blair wondered if he had picked up her fading interest the moment they 
left the furnace room. She didn't want to be unkind, but she wanted to 
explore it more. Especially those dark, gleaming faces and bodies. And 
especially that one face.

"Powerful men doing that sort of work," she said to the man guiding her 
along the narrow footpath between instruments and lighted panels of 
dials and digits.

"Yes," the captain said, "a good gang this trip.

"How young are those men, usually," she asked, trying to sound 
disinterested. She wondered how effective it was. She had never been 
much of an actress.

"Oh, all ages, really," the captain said, nonchalantly walking along, 
"Anywhere from twenty-one to close to retirement. Once a man builds up 
body strength and keeps to the work the job demands, it's not hard to 
stay in physical shape to do it."

"One of them seemed much younger than the rest," she said, feigning 
academic curiosity, "Is he?"

"You mean Potter," he said, "Yes, you must mean Potter. The short 
fellow with the long arms.

"I guess so," Blair said, hearing her unconvincing voice echo in the 
tight ship compartment.

"Potter's a good worker, but a sad case, actually."

"Oh?" she said, unable to stop the flow of questions from coming out 
her lips. "How so?"

"Abandoned at birth, beaten and abused in public schools, came to us 
from England, actually," the captain said, shuffling along.

"But he works well here?"

"Oh, yes, devoted to his job. Something of a social outcast though. 
Perhaps you noticed all that hair on his hands and arms. And elsewhere. 
Apparently he's covered with it. Parents took it rather hard. As though 
he were some kind of freak or something, so I understand."

"That's very cruel of them," Blair said, noting the defensive tone of 
her voice.

She gripped the captain's arm as he steered her through another maze of 
multicolored wires and dials. The whole place was starting to look like 
an endless sea of machinery.

"Well, at least the men below accept him," Captain Rigby said, "He's 
not judged down there for how he looks anyway."

"That's good," Blair said, feeling a little relieved.

The thought of that young man being mistreated because of the way he 
looked, because he was coated with a covering of natural, beautiful 
hair, really made her angry.

And thinking about him made her hot, too. Hot and jittery. She couldn't 
calm down. The man continued his guided tour of the underbelly of the 
ocean vessel, and in less than fifteen minutes, they were above deck 
again.

"Enjoy your visit below?" Dr. Fortner asked his daughter over dinner.

The two of them had been asked to join Captain Rigby at the captain's 
table in the dining room. It was a sumptuous dinner. Beautifully 
prepared and impeccably served. The company wasn't bad either. Blair 
had even gotten into a dress for the occasion. A longish blue chiffon 
thing with a rather low neckline. More than a plunge, and less than a 
deep sea dive. But she had felt like getting dressed up. Something. 
Anything to distract her mind from that haunting dark face of the young 
man shoveling coal below.

As the other guests at the table spoke, she found herself wondering if 
he was even now below shoveling coal into the furnace that kept the 
ship going. Working so diligently down there, so quiet and smooth, that 
nobody even thought about what was making this huge tub speed along as 
it was.

"Yes," Blair said, nodding to her father, "I enjoyed it. I thought it 
was quite interesting. There is an awfully lot of equipment down there 
nobody even has the chance to find out about. I was one of the lucky 
passengers today."

"Thank you, my dear," Captain Rigby said, "Your daughter seemed 
especially interested in the boiler room. That's one spot most people 
don't find entertaining."

"I don't understand why anyone would even want to go down there," a 
stuffy, high-born type said, nodding her head in the captain's 
direction.

Her name was June Balfours and Blair had only been introduced to her 
ten minutes ago and she couldn't stand the sight of her already. She 
was a gossipy nuisance.

"Not everybody likes riding along unaware of what's going on below," 
Blair snapped back. She hoped her voice didn't sound too harsh, but the 
woman was giving her a pain.

She moved her mashed potatoes around with her fork and thought of that 
sweet, dark haunting face below. She had to see him again. At least 
before the ship docked.

Later that night, Blair tossed and turned on her bed. There must have 
been some high waves outside, she could hear them knocking against the 
bow.

She thought of the engine room. That face. She wanted to be there ... 
she drifted off into a sweet dream that had her and that Potter fellow 
paired up. But every time he tried to undress her, he would shove her 
against the hot furnace and she would damned near ignite her fanny.

She sat up with a start and looked out the porthole. The waves were 
high out there. She couldn't sleep. After trying another dozen 
positions, she grabbed her trench coat and wrapped it tightly around 
her naked body.

She stepped into her rain boots and grabbed a headscarf. She let 
herself quietly out the door of her cabin and made her way to the main 
deck.

A little stroll would do her good. A little stroll and a lung full of 
that salty sea air.

She rounded a corner of the deck and stared ahead of her. Two of the 
black gang were just coming up the steps. One was tall and erect. The 
other was short and stooped somewhat. She recognized him as Potter.

Probably getting off work, she thought. She found herself idly 
wondering what those men did in their off hours. Probably the things 
most working men do. She followed them along aimlessly a few moments, 
quietly stepping along behind.

After some minutes of this, she realized she was following them on 
purpose. She was curious. She had always been curious.

She saw the two of them heading for the lower deck. The lower deck 
lined with second class cabins. She watched as they knocked on the door 
of one of them and waited until someone opened it. Then, they 
disappeared inside.

Her curiosity had her now. Had her by the throat. There was nothing 
else she could do but stand there and wait to find out what it was they 
were doing inside there.

She leaned nonchalantly against the deck railing and stared out onto 
the water. The moon made a track of shimmering light along it, heading 
right toward her.

 She fumbled in her trench coat pocket for a cigarette. She pulled one 
out and fumbled for a match.

"Shit," she heard herself whisper, "out of matches."

She turned toward the main lounge, where she knew the bar would still 
be open only to have someone tap her on the shoulder.

She turned around to look directly into the face of the darkest, 
fiercest human she had ever seen up close.

It was Potter's face.

"Can I help you?" the man said, knitting his heavy, full brow and 
letting his long arm fall gracefully off her shoulder.

"Oh," she said, startled too much to speak clearly, "I ... I ... I was 
just looking for a match."

"Strange place to find one," the young man said, sticking his long, 
hairy hand in his pocket and hunching his shoulders forward a bit.

"Yes," Blair apologized, "guess one doesn't usually come to the lower 
deck to look for a match."

"What are you looking for?" the man said, boldly facing her.

He was straightforward, all right. Blair liked that in a man. She had 
had enough civilized bullshit in her life to last her through the 
second one.

"I saw you go into that cabin just now," she said, her mind caught in a 
traffic jam. She couldn't decide how to get out of it, either.

"Well, I came out the back way," the scowling man said, leaning his 
right elbow on the rail and regarding her with complete hostility. "My 
friends saw you through the porthole and they sent me out to check on 
you."

"Why did they send you out?" Blair said, trying another approach.

"Because I'm their errand boy," Potter said, groping in his flannel 
shirt pocket for a cigarette. "Or hadn't you guessed."

"No," she said, shaking her head and feeling a cool chill penetrate her 
bones. It contrasted sharply with the heat rising up between the 
triangle between her legs.

"I'm also their gopher, their kid, their mascot and their chump," the 
young man, a note of sarcasm edging into his voice, "but that's all 
right."

Blair stood and stared back at him. There was nothing else to say, 
really. She wished to hell she knew something, but there wasn't 
anything.

"Wanna go for a walk?" he said, looking at her uncomfortably.

Blair watched his eyes in the moonlight. They were shifty, scared, 
beady eyes. But his grin was gentle and sweet. When he grinned. That 
wasn't much. He was a pretty serious. Not unintelligent. Just 
unschooled. But then, not everybody had had the advantages in this life 
that she had. And meeting a man like Potter certainly drove that fact 
home to her.

"Won't your friends miss you?" she said, clutching her hands down 
inside the pockets of her trench coat.

"Naw," the young man said, "they're playing cards. Sometimes the 
betting gets heavy. Or sometimes the drinking gets heavy and fights 
break out. I'm just there to hold the pot."

"The bets?" Blair said, staring at the thick, dark mass of hair that 
circled his head and rode down almost to his eyebrows. The hair along 
his neck was every bit as thick as that on his head.

Blair found herself fantasizing about what it must feel like to run her 
fingers through it.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" she said, aware that his eyes 
were piercing her steadily.

"I thought a beautiful girl like you would be used to it," he said, 
shaking his head and grabbing a lighter from his pocket.

"No," she said back to him, hooking her hand around his arm and 
cuddling a bit closer to him, "I never have gotten used to it."

"Me neither," he said, "but I ain't no beautiful girl."

"No, you're not," Blair said, looking at him tenderly.

"I'm a dog-eyed son of a monkey," the young man said, the bitterness 
welling up in his voice like oil from a tar pit.

"Why do you say that?" she said, following his steps and trying not to 
make too much out of the put down.

"Because it's true," he said, "that's what my mother used to call me. 
She hated me. She couldn't wait to get rid of me. Later, I found out 
she wasn't even my real mother. My real mother had dumped me in a 
vacant lot. The woman who couldn't stand the sight of me was my 
stepmother. How do you like that for a good laugh?"

"I'm not amused," Blair said, clutching the young man's arm a little 
tighter.

"You would be if you could see the rest of me," the man said.

Christ, Blair thought to herself, this guy is turning me on on purpose.

"Is that a proposition?" she said, turning to face him.

She tossed her head back and waited for an answer.

"I don't proposition women," the man scowled.

"Why not?" she said, watching the hot little gust of steam escape her 
lips.

"Because I don't like getting turned down all the time," the man said, 
his voice rising to a crescendo.

Blair shut up a moment. She didn't want to push this guy, goad him into 
hating her. A lot of people had mistreated and taunted him. That was 
evident. She would have to speak very plain English to him. And she 
would have to do it soon.

She looked up into his face and noticed the way the moonlight played on 
it. It look black and shiny, like oil on water. Dark, deep swelling 
water. The look of nature, the look of danger.

She was drawn to him desperately. She gripped his arm and steered him 
to the railing.

"Maybe you've been propositioning the wrong people," she said, never 
moving her gaze an inch away from his deep-set dark eyes.

"I should be asking you I suppose," the man said, skeptically tossing 
his words off.

"Why not?" she said, leaning back against the railing and arching her 
back hard enough to let her tits jut out. She felt a little gust of 
wind play down the opening between her coat lapels.

She remembered she didn't have anything on under the trench coat. Too 
late to apologize now.

The man stared at her and his eyes wandered to the open throat of her 
coat lapels. Her skin was white and shining. He could see the tops of 
her huge breast mounds. And the look in her eye. He had seen it in 
women's eyes before. Women in the movies. Women wrapped up in the arms 
of their lovers strolling on the main deck of the ship. Women in girlie 
magazines.

But never, never had he seen anyone look at him like that.

It was a look mixed with curiosity and kindness, and that was nothing 
new. Many people had looked at him like that, but beyond that. There 
was something that went definitely beyond that.

It was a look of heat, like a jolt from the furnace below. A look of 
intensity and ... desire. That's what it was. And it wasn't until at 
least ten seconds later, that Potter realized the woman's desire was 
for him.

"Will you come with me?" she said, letting her bee stung pink lips fall 
apart as she sucked in the words.

"Where?" he said, unable to let go of the suspicion he had so 
justifiably clung to all his life.

"To my cabin," she said, reaching out and grabbing one of his strong, 
hairy paws. The hair on his hand made the little hairs on the back of 
her neck stand straight up. She was getting wildly hot just standing 
out here with him in this freezing chill.

"What for?" he said, sounding his last weapon in his arsenal of 
suspicions.

"If you won't proposition me, I'll have to do it to you," she said, 
plucking one of his gnarled, hairy fingers out and bringing it up to 
her lips.

She nibbled on his fingers and bit down hard on one of them.

"Ouch!" he said, unsure of what all that nibbling meant. It had done a 
number on his body, though. It had stiffened his tool up to a thick, 
hard bundle.

Blair closed her eyes and waited for the young man's answer. She had 
done all she could do now. All she would be able to do for the moment. 
The rest was up to him.

"Let's go," Potter said, hiking his shoulders up and heading for the 
first class cabins.

Opportunities like this didn't come along just every day. And he 
figured he might as well make the most of the one that did. He hadn't 
expected it exactly, but here it was. In the flesh.

And such luscious flesh. Pink and creamy and smooth. And that blonde 
hair, the bangs rippling out of the material of the headscarf. He tried 
to keep his mind on the path ahead of him, instead of on how rigid his 
cock knob was getting at the moment.

He wondered if she would know it was his first time. He wondered if he 
should tell her. He wondered if he should keep his goddamned big mouth 
shut and fuck the daylights out of her till the sun came up.

Because right now, that's exactly what he felt like doing.

The two of them tiptoed into the cabin, unseen by any prying eyes on 
deck.

"Take off your clothes," Blair said blatantly.

She was eager. God, was she eager.

"I ... I ..." Potter stumbled badly with his wording. He hadn't 
expected the girl to ask him to undress. Why in the world would she 
anyway? His body was covered in a thick, disgusting coating of hair. 
Slimy, winding thickets of dense dark hair.

Hair he loathed as he fought not to loathe himself.

He figured the broad was just horny. A nymphomaniac. That he had just 
scored for once in his life. He thought maybe a quickie with the lights 
out. And just his zipper pulled down and his schlong popping out.

His monstrously huge hairy balls hidden deep inside the well of his 
pants.

But this crazed lady was turning the lights ON!!

She was also asking him to take his clothes off.

"Please," she said, when she saw him hesitate, "I want you to."

"Are you some kind of a nut?" he said, a sinister look crossing his 
thick, furrowed brow, "you like to make it with circus freaks, do you? 
Midgets, tattooed men, and the like."

"Not exactly," Blair said, admiring his honesty, "I just like the way 
you look. I want to make it with you. Does that sound freaky?"

"Yeah," Potter said, stripping off his leather jacket and tossing it on 
the chair next to the bed, "it does."

"All right, then," Blair said, growing tired of this argument. She 
wanted this man's body exposed to the light. She wanted to run her 
fingers through his hairy manhood. And she wanted it now. "So it does."

Potter unbuttoned his shirt and yanked the thing off his shoulders.

Blair found herself trembling at the sight of his abundantly hairy 
chest. Enough hair there to dive into. Perfect.

She could hold herself back no longer. She came at him, fumbling for 
the buckle of his thick cowhide belt.

She tore it open, feeling his fingers working with hers. She ripped his 
snap button open and pulled his zipper down speedily, fighting with his 
intruding hands for priority.

She was claiming her territory, and she didn't want anyone else butting 
in. Even if it happened to belong to him.

"Oh, God," she let out as she felt the bundles and masses and yards of 
hair around his thick, long pecker rod.

She hurriedly bunched up his pants in her hand and ripped them down to 
the floor.

She came up and lifted her head up at an angle that would let her take 
in both his hard, wet smooth dick and his great, hairy balls.

They hung there large and pendulous, like hairy balloons. His dick was 
enormous. Not so long, perhaps as some she had seen. But immense. 
Tremendously thick. She would have a hard time getting her hand around 
it.

Even a harder time wrapping her lips around it. But she was sure 
willing to give it a try.

The pinkish, wet smooth chunk of cock was in stark contrast to the 
hairy loins beside and above and below it. It stuck out at a hook-angle 
to the rest of his body.

A hook that veered curiously to the left. She was intrigued. Hot and 
intrigued.

She sat back a moment and undid the belt of her coat. She tore the 
thing wide open and stepped out of it.

Potter said nothing. But he did a lot of staring. It was absolutely 
impossible for him to believe that a woman who looked as good as this 
one did would have anything to do with him, much less want to fuck him.

But it was clear she did. And when she leaned forward and took his 
thick, hard tool between her lips, he was sure of it.

"Oh, shit," he said, his mind spinning out of control.

He stood back on one foot, bracing his weight against the end of the 
bed as the girl got down on her knees.

Potter's cock top was unbelievably smooth and hard and gently-rounded 
... like the top of a monstrous mushroom. A mushroom cap stretched taut 
over a thick, hard stalk.

Blair let her mouth stretch wide open to take his wide load into her 
lips. He tasted hot, salty and good. Blair stuck her nipples onto the 
man's slightly bent knees and rubbed them around in the sweet nest of 
hair that seemed to wait there ready for just such a purpose.

"Shit!" the young man said, as his dark eyes batted shut. He had never 
known such a sweet, hot sensation. His brain spun in cartwheels and his 
cock throbbed mightily.

Blair reached her hands up and massaged his thick, hair-ridden balls. 
The feel of those monstrous spheres between her fingers was too 
arousing for description.

She let her mouth stretch up further and swallowed the whole hard cock 
head. She suctioned her lips in hard and let her cheeks follow. She 
blew a little hot, steamy air out onto the dick slit and wiggled her 
hips in closer to the sweet, hairy creature's warm body.

She wanted to be close to him while she was sucking him. So much of the 
thrill of the suck was hidden in that dark, sweet bush. Anybody was 
good for a cock suck. But men with gorgeous, animal-like bodies like 
this one were rare indeed.

Potter felt the delicious inflamed mouth of the girl ring around his 
cock head. He couldn't imagine a hotter or more impossibly sweet 
sensation.

His enormous eyes rolled around and he furrowed his dark brow even 
tighter as he reached down and gripped the base of his hard, rotund 
fuck stick. He rammed it harder into the girl's mouth.

He wanted to be patient, but something inside him wouldn't let him be. 
He rammed his hard cock wand down into the girl's throat until he saw 
the tears springing out of her eyes and heard her moans.

Blair was choking on the man's thick, insistent cock meat. He was 
stuffing it down her non-stop and as fast as a jackhammer. He was 
suffocating her with the force of his hard, thick tool.

Potter felt the sweet ringing sensations of the muscular throat that 
dug into his dick rod and then released it. He felt the pinching of the 
girl's tight throat around the base of his man tool, the pulling of his 
foreskin, the sharp, dull pain of the girl's teeth rubbing against his 
prick skin.

"Oh, God," he said, as the girl began to sink a little onto the floor.

He wasn't about to let her go anywhere. He released his fingers from 
around his cock shaft and braced them around the girl's shoulders.

He gripped them so hard his fingernails dug into her flesh. And he 
pumped his hips hard into her mouth, fucking it with his hard, pink 
peckerwood.

Ramming his cock down her throat, he let out low, guttural sounds from 
far back in his throat. Sounds that let him know who was in charge 
here. Sounds that made him powerful, all-powerful.

"Arrrgghh!" he shouted, thrusting his hips back and forth. He pulled 
his wet dick log out of the girl's open, drooling mouth. He stared down 
at the hard, wet thick fuck pole, its head throbbing in perfect 
counterpoint to the beat of his hips. Then, a moment later, he rammed 
it right back down that tight wet little velvety hole.

"Oh, God," Blair shouted in the second interim, "You're killing me."

That was strange, Potter thought. For her to say that. He thought she 
was killing him. Making him die of ecstasy. He was only reacting 
defensively, driving his torture hammer down inside her and popping it 
back out again, only to drive it in deeper.

He whirled his hips around and reamed out her mouth as he let out his 
low, quiet mutterings. They fell off his lips in quiet oaths of pain 
and pleasure.

He couldn't believe this was happening.

Blair felt her cunt lips heave around and around, quiver, twitch and 
throb. There was nowhere she could toss her head. Nowhere she could cry 
out the passionate feelings soaring up and around her.

The man was cramming his dick stick down into her at a merciless pace. 
How much longer could he take it? How much longer could she?

She gave over to the savage beating the man was giving her mouth.

Nothing had ever tasted this good to her before. She reached up and 
gripped a handful of his thick, dense hair mat covering. She gripped it 
hard and twisted it with her fingernails.

"Shit!!!!" the hairy man cried as he released a bucket of his juice 
down his prick tube and out his cock slit.

"Holy shit!" he repeated, even louder than before.

He felt the sensations curdle inside him. The spewing out of his spunk 
load sent him reeling back a moment onto his heels.

And then he felt a sharp, digging pain. The girl was burying her 
fingernails into his flesh, tearing at his bodily hair. The hair he had 
loathed all his life.

For some reason, unfathomable to him, she liked it. She wanted her 
hands in it. She wanted to bury her head around his own, thickly-
burdened, neglected cock pole.

Why? Why? Why?

He thought about that as he shot a long, heavy load of goo out of his 
prick top. Shot it out and down the eager, gulping throat hole the girl 
was offering up to him.

Blair Fortner wound her head around and around, eagerly sucking up the 
sweet, hot, tangy come juice that sprang from the well of the man's 
sweet, hard prick.

She slurped and licked and swirled her tongue around to catch it all. 
Every drop of it. Every succulent little blob.

Moments later, she felt herself spin out in a wild, hair-raising round 
of climaxes. Her cunt spun and twitched and pulled her into its own 
insistent orgasm. She gave over to the delirious, drowning sensation of 
the overwhelming power of its rush.

"Wow, wow, wow!" she said, as she held onto the man's hairy backside 
and flopped down against his thickly-covered knees.

It wasn't until a few minutes later, after Potter had reassembled his 
clothes and left the cabin in a blitz of fear, driving passion and 
uncertainty, did Blair notice that she clenched her fist up during the 
throes of her coming. And it was not until she opened her fist that she 
noticed what she had been holding there. A handful of hair. Dark, 
wispy, downy strands of it. Hundreds of them.



Chapter 4


The noise of a startled, angry bird made Blair sit up and blink herself 
into a rude awakening.

"Shut up," she screamed at the noise as it flew past her window. "You 
haven't got any manners at all."

She pulled her mosquito netting back and stared out into the dim light 
of early morning.

The jungle was beautiful all right. But she sure hated those damned 
noisy birds for ruining her sleep.

They had a way of doing that. Disturbing her sleep, even her 
conversations with her father. She wondered if they had something 
personal against her.

"You'd be kicked out of the finer social circles in Boston, you know," 
she said out her window.

A heated, chirpy reply came floating down to her from the tree tops. 
She looked up to see the beautiful emerald green jungle less than one 
hundred yards away from her.

Her father and the native workers had found a great clearing to build 
their lodging in. There was ample room to put a lean-to, with the help 
of some aluminum poles, and a lot of lumber and canvas. There were 
three black men along this trip.

More than Dr. Fortner usually took. But he would have need of them. 
They planned to try a bold experiment, and he would need the extra two 
hands. Work had already begun on it, and Blair grew more excited by the 
day.

An intricate network of webbed netting and aluminum was being 
constructed not far away from where they camped. Just a few yards into 
the trees. It was big enough to house a gorilla, but it was also a 
trap. A trap to store a living, breathing, active gorilla in and also 
to observe him from the outside.

The idea was to lure a gorilla inside. To set fruits or nuts or even 
something more enticing inside and sit and wait for a gorilla to step 
in, then watch as the weight of his body automatically tripped a lever 
that would pull the remaining mesh webbing down on him and seal him off 
from exiting again.

There would of course, be provisions made for him to stay there. Food 
and water could be put inside, and he would be able to see out, but it 
was a well-documented fact according to Dr. Fortner, that gorillas 
loathed closed-in spaces.

"Morning, dear," Dr. Fortner called to his daughter as she stepped out 
of the tent.

Blair smiled at her father who was sitting under a tree at a huge, 
round wood table having coffee and making notes. Two of the black men 
were tying the trap up.

"How's that thing coming along?" she said, grabbing the bulk of her 
blonde hair, and tossing it back over her shoulders.

"Nearly ready," he said, sipping his demitasse cup.

How the man could act so civilized out here, Blair couldn't understand. 
The middle of the tropical jungles of Africa and this man was sitting 
sipping his coffee for all the world like he was sitting at home in his 
kitchen, staring out at the bird bath.

It was all she could do to keep her clothes on. Even now, she looked 
down at herself all of a sudden and noticed she had on only the 
sheerest of nighties.

It was something she had been warned about doing in the jungle. Too 
many insects and crawling bugs to sleep nude, but she was damned if she 
was gonna sleep in an insulated suit, either.

"I think before sundown," her father said, standing up and heading 
toward the trap.

"Great," Blair said back, fishing around the pile on her trunk for 
something to put on.

She found her favorite soft, chamois safari shirt and tore her nightie 
off above her head.

As her arms reached skyward, she got a sniff of herself.

"Wow," she said, under her breath, "time for a beauty bath."

The men were going to put up a shower of some sort in the camping 
ground, but first things had to come first. Like building that trap. In 
the meantime, there was the river finger. And the pool of mountain run-
off less than half a mile from camp.

Which would it be today? Nice to have two bathrooms to decide between, 
Blair thought, as she grabbed her clothes and hurried into them. She 
stepped gingerly into her safari boots and laced them up loosely.

She grabbed a big, fluffy towel and a bar of soap. Then, tucking that 
under her arm, she grabbed her leather belt with the heavy hunting 
knife secured inside the sheath on the side. She buckled it over her 
shirt and grabbed a sun hat.

She paused a moment, wondering if she should take the rifle or not. No, 
she wouldn't. The only thing she had ever had a desire to shoot at was 
a man anyway.

Someone who had snuck up to their camp one night in the bush, trying to 
steal their provisions and weapons. It had happened in South America, a 
long time ago.

She had stepped out of her tent to go to the bathroom in the middle of 
the night and shined her flashlight in the startled man's face. She 
wished she'd had a gun then, and she would have shot him.

But never, never in her life had she shot an animal.

Never eaten one and never shot one. She and her father were strict 
vegetarians. That came in especially handy out here in the jungles. No 
salt pork or dried jerky to weigh down their packages. They lived 
mostly off the things that grew locally.

Fruits, seeds, nuts and with the help of some dried beans and grains, 
they ate healthy as long as they were there.

Having the natives along was sometimes uncomfortable, and Blair tried 
to look the other way when they shot an alligator or deer. But they 
killed only what they needed to eat, often settling for fish or some 
kind of wild bird, so it was a bit easier to take than if they just 
shot for sport. That she could not abide. It sickened her even to think 
about it. Fortunately, none of those types were around here. They 
stayed out of the deep jungle, where they could get lost or have the 
weather turn on them. Or have the natives turn on them.

She waved to her father, "Going to the river finger," she said, cuffing 
a leaf off the tree closest to her. It would provide a dry shelf for 
her clothes and towel while she stepped into the shallow water and 
washed herself.

Slipping into the steamy jungle growth, looking at the mazes of twisted 
vines that fell randomly down from the tree tops, seeing the profusion 
of wild red and purple jungle flowers ... these things gave Blair a 
serene feeling as she tramped along. The underbrush between here and 
the river was not so difficult to navigate, and there was already a 
little path worn out where she and her father and his helpers had been 
traveling.

The river finger was a spill-off from the large navigable river that 
ran about five miles to the west. She could stand in the shallow basin 
of the river finger and bathe to her heart's content. There were even 
places, cool and refreshing, where she could wade in up to her chin if 
she liked.

She turned into the open air and caught just a tiny glimpse of sky 
above the tree tops. She surveyed the ground looking for a place to put 
the palmetto leaf.

And then, she saw it. She had seen some of them before. Her father and 
the natives had pointed them out to her. It was a good sign. A sign 
they had come to the right place.

The right place to find gorillas. A huge gorilla footprint lay deeply-
embedded in the moist, clay soil next to her hand.

She stood straight up and looked around. It was an instinctive move. 
Nothing was there. Still, when a print like that was staring at you. 
What else were you supposed to think?

She was anxious to tell her father about it. She almost rushed right 
back and told him then. But, she had come to the river finger to bathe, 
and that is what she was going to do.

She stepped out of her boots and smoothly peeled her clothing off. She 
gave a little sigh as she looked around. It felt so natural to be alone 
and naked in this place.

So wholesome and clean to expose your body to these lushly verdant 
plants and wild, uncaring animals.

A brightly-colored bird flew overhead and screeched down at her.

"Critic!" Blair hollered back in a mocking tone.

She stepped into the water and grabbed the bar of soap. She dipped it 
in the water and lathered it up. She worked the heavy lather in smooth, 
even strokes along her slender arms and up and down her flat stomach. 
She sat down in the shallows and began rubbing her tits. She rubbed 
them in huge caressing circles, around and around.

She felt herself glowing, even under the cool water. Touching herself 
like this in these circumstances always made her incredibly aroused. 
Maybe it was just the place. She found the jungle so sensual. It always 
made her want to take off her clothes and expose herself to someone or 
something. And it made her pussy lips chatter together in mounting 
excitement.

She watched as her deeply-hued pussy lips darkened and her nipples 
stiffened to a peak. She rubbed her nipples around and around in her 
hands and let out a sigh of uncontrolled passion as she felt the 
intense heat build up between her legs.

Suddenly she felt something rubbing her legs.

"What the fuck?" she said, jumping out of the water and going for her 
knife.

The thing had been something small, but she had no idea what it was. 
She unsheathed her blade and aimed it at the intruder under the water.

"Come on out of there," she said to the thing, flicking her knife 
menacingly, "I'm ready for you."

She had never shot anything. But hand-to-hand combat wasn't out of the 
question at this point.

The water rippled suddenly and Blair lunged toward it, knife in hand.

She caught sight of a brown, sleek thing jutting above the water a 
moment, then disappearing.

"Okay!" she hollered, "one more time and I gotcha!!"

She stepped onto a slippery smooth rock and lost her footing.

"Oooooohhhhh!" she cried as she fell into the water, flailing her arms 
and legs in a vain attempt to regain her footing.

She felt herself plunge into the cool depths of the water and sank 
quickly below her hairline. Her wild blonde tresses floated up, 
clearing the path of her vision as soon as she hit bottom.

She opened her eyes and gripped her blade tight in her fingers. She 
mustn't panic, whatever else she did. To panic in the jungle meant 
certain death.

She blinked curiously at the sight in front of her. A huge, thick, 
slippery green and brown eel slithered up to her and wrapped its long, 
muscular girth around her leg.

Fully ten inches in diameter, the thing tightened up on her and then, 
just as quickly untightened its grip.

So you wanna play? Blair thought to herself, stepping up onto a rock 
she knew would provide her with the footing to see above water once she 
was standing there.

She stood up on the rock carefully and steadied herself by gripping 
onto the outcropping with her hand. She slowly stood up and then, once 
her head was out of the water, she sat back down on a smooth little 
rounded-out spot on the rock.

Sitting there like this, she had a great view of the jungle and the 
water. And her body, or most of it, was immersed in the river.

She laughed out loud as the thought of that slippery eel came back to 
her. How wily and swift it had been, flashing itself at her like that.

 Again something brushed her leg. This time, instead of jumping up, she 
had an idea it might be her friend the eel.

She reached her hand out slowly and gripped the huge, powerful snake-
like creature right around its neck.

The thing slithered in closer to her.

"What's your game anyway?" Blair said as the eel tail flew up above the 
water and slapped down hard into it. The thick, probing eel tail found 
its way in between her legs and caressed her thighs with its huge, 
smooth muscular and rhythmic squirms.

"So you like ladies, huh?" she said, to her willing companion, "you're 
nothing but a worm, I don't see how you could possibly please me." But 
even as she said these words, she felt herself growing hotter and more 
excited. She loved the touch of that slippery skin. It felt smooth, 
like plastic, only so warm and alive.

"Well, you're hung," she grinned, "I'll say that for you."

Still circling the eel's round body with her hand, she felt it tickle 
her high, higher, higher up her thighs.

She wondered if the thing knew how close he was getting to really 
turning her on.

At least she presumed it was a he, though she had no idea of eels were 
kinky enough to try it lesbo style. How the hell would she know the 
difference, anyway.

The giant worm didn't seem to object to her touching it, though. And 
touching it was making her glow with heat and passion. Even more heat 
than was in all the jungle.

"Ooooooh," she sighed as the thick, strong eel tail rubbed against her 
cunt lips.

"Naughty little boy," she said, wondering if that was a fluke, or was 
it going to try it again.

She hadn't much time to think about it before the thick rubber tail 
slapped her pussy lips hard.

The sting rose up into her burning core and seered into her brain. Such 
a crazy way to get turned on. Was she delirious or something?

She tossed around in the water, testing the thick snake to see if it 
would follow her pussy. Sure enough. Whichever way she turned, the 
snake would follow with its thick, punishing tail.

She let go of the thing around its neck and watched as it dived down, 
down into the water. She saw its controlled, rubbery tail flash up 
above the water.

Well, that's it, she thought. The thing is gone. No more fun. Sweet 
while it lasted.

But seconds later, she knew she was wrong. The thing was back, only 
this time it was using its head. Using its thick, rock hard head to 
knock against her pussy lips. And from the sound of the knocking, he 
wanted in!!!!!

"Shit!" Blair said, reaching down and stroking the thing under the 
chin. But the eel was having none of it.

It nipped her fingers so hard she pulled them back. The thing rammed 
its head against her outer, blonde-covered lips and butted against them 
hard, like a battering ram.

"Well, you're persistent," she said, reaching down and spreading her 
own cunt lips with her fingers.

She looked down to see how hard her nipples had grown in the last few 
seconds. And now she could see the tail of the eel slithering out of 
the water and making its way across her chest, the tip of it encircling 
her left nipple and squeezing it till she let out a shriek.

"Ouch!" she cried, "that's rough house stuff."

She spanked the eel's tail and it let up a bit on its pressure hold.

Then, Blair spread her legs apart and felt the thick, sinewy head of 
the eel enter the hole of her sweet, pink tight little cunt.

"Oh, God," she cried out, "I don't know if this is happening or not."

The thing pressed in and bored its head around and around like a 
screwdriver, sinking a bolt.

"Oooooh," she cried as the thick, slimy head of the serpent entered her 
slit. It forced it out wide and the girl felt as though her cunt hole 
wouldn't be wide enough to take that huge thing up inside her.

Fortunately, the water acted as a good lubricant to help ease the 
difficult penetration.

She spread her lips hard apart with her hands and let her legs flop 
down till the outsides of her knees touched the rocks.

"Oh, go, go, go," she hollered to the eager little water snake as it 
burrowed its head deeper and harder into her cunt tunnel.

Blair felt herself being nearly choked by the non-stop movements of the 
slithering animal into her pussy. The pussy that was now spreading as 
best it could to make room for the willowy, wily intruder.

She sat up a bit and looked down into the clear water. Just below the 
surface, she could see her cunt crack at the top, the clit sticking out 
huge and engorged from between her splayed out lips. And something that 
looked like an enormous green garden hose was sticking out of her cunt. 
Out and down, down, down to the depths of the water, then up, up, up 
and finally ending in the little pointed tail that was even now 
squeezing her nipple hard in its grasp.

I hope this thing isn't looking for a permanent home in there, she 
thought, as her head spun in the thick heat of arousal and wild 
fantasy.

How full and good this thing felt inside her cunt. But there was no way 
her hole could be stretched another inch. Having this creature fuck her 
was the equivalent of being fist fucked by an Olympic weight lifter.

Then, the eel started making sparks fly behind her brain. Across her 
cunt lips, too.

It began a series of fine, smooth jerks in and out her wild, writhing 
pussy chute.

Feeling the smooth, round snake fuck its way into and then out of her, 
made her see stars, even though it was bright daylight.

"Oh, fuck me," she cried to the treetops.

"Fuck that cunt," she hollered.

She bounced her hips so hard up and down against the rocks, she gave 
herself bruises on her backside. She didn't care. Having this thick eel 
dildo stuck inside her, having it jerk in and out, out and in her 
tight, pink pussy slit was driving her stark, raving mad. "Oh, fuck 
that cunt," she hollered again, "I'm ready for it."

She rammed her hips down onto the stone harder and harder as the eel 
kept up its crazed lunatic pace. In and out, out and in. The thing was 
growing larger and larger before her eyes.

She felt her cunt lips and her pussy hole stretch to the breaking 
point. Any more pressure from inside and she would surely burst.

The nerve endings of her pussy were pressed back, back and getting the 
daylights massaged out of them. She didn't know if she could stand any 
more pain or any more ecstasy.

And she didn't know which was which right now.

"Oh, fuck that thing, you crazy snake," she said, feeling a trickle of 
drool seep out of her mouth and run down her chin.

She pulled her cunt lips together as close as she could and rubbed them 
along the fine, silken surface of the eel's hide.

That did it. She took in one more breath and let go in a series of 
wild, hysterical orgasms. She tossed her hips up and down, banging them 
on the rocks. She threw her blonde wet head around and around. The 
jungle swirled in front of her eyes. The river finger danced and rolled 
in her vision.

"God, that's perfect!!!" she cried, tossing her hips up in one final 
burst of passion.

She felt the eel pull itself out in one wild swoop. It felt as if he 
had taken the whole inside of her cunt with him.

"Owwwwww," she yelled as her skin caught fire with the heat of the 
friction from the slithering eel.

She yelled and moaned and cursed the playful big serpent. She watched 
it slither away, squirming gleefully and causing ripples in its wake. 
Ripples that lingered in the water. The only trace of the whirlwind 
orgasms that still spun around and around in her head and high up under 
her cunt.

A few moments later, Blair caught her breath and brought her legs a 
little closer together. She felt betrayed. Betrayed and cheated.

She didn't know exactly why. Well, what do you expect from lower 
animals, she thought. Snakes were snakes. And that one sure behaved 
like one. Creeping off when the going got rough. Or maybe she had been 
squeezing her cunt muscles too tightly for its own comfort.

Either way, it was no longer here.

And now, she was alone. Peace and solitude.

Just what she had come here for.

She let her legs slide together and rubbed her thighs a bit. The 
soothing water flowed in and out of her stretched-out pussy slit.

She felt the healing water act as a balm on her swollen and raw 
insides.

"Fucking snake," she said, slamming the water with her fists.

Then, from far up in the tree tops, she heard an echo. The echo of her 
own voice. It sounded strange. Silly, too, considering what she had 
just said.

"Fucking snake!!!!!!" she yelled up again.

This time she thought she heard the echo come back slightly fuller, 
richer. With something added, she wondered.

She twisted her head around and shaded her eyes. She peered high up 
into the tree tops. And there, perched against the branch of a tree and 
hanging onto a thick vine sat a huge, fat black hairy gorilla.

Blair blinked in disbelief, afraid to move. The animals were so shy of 
humans. They would never get even this close unless they were very 
curious. Very curious indeed, to risk even the slightest hint of danger 
to themselves.

Well, it had gone this far. What the hell, Blair figured. She cupped 
her hands around her mouth and called up to the fierce-looking hairy 
beast whose body stuck out in such contrast to the green and soft brown 
around him.

"How much did you see!" she hollered, smiling as her echo resounded.

A loud, chattering noise greeted her back. The gorilla was screaming at 
her. Screaming in a loud, raucous voice that could only have meant one 
thing.

He was laughing at her. Laughing at her in shrill, full, peals of 
chattering, tongue-clucking of laughter that sounded and re-sounded 
throughout the thick, dense jungle forest.



Chapter 5


Blair strolled along the jungle path, kicking at the big broad green 
leaves that stuck out in the path. She found herself face to face, 
after a few minutes of trotting along the thickly-matted jungle floor, 
with the net trap her father and his assistants had set down.

It was a strange structure, indeed. And, though necessary, a bit sad. 
At least it made her sad to think that some beast was going to be caged 
in there for a while.

A beast she had nothing but good feelings about. A huge, hairy ape 
beast. She wondered how she would like it if her father put her in a 
cage.

But this wasn't a dark, dank, metal cage. Any animal enclosed in this 
thing could clearly see out of it, and he could breathe all the air he 
wanted to, since the thing was made of non-destructible mesh.

Then, too, they meant no harm to the creature, whoever it would be. 
They weren't intending to haul him off to be stuffed or even to be 
caged in a public zoo.

That was why they had come here. To study the creature first in his 
natural habitat, and then, up close, close enough to look eyeball to 
eyeball at.

The thought of it made Blair very excited and curious. She had seen all 
sorts of monkeys and apes close up, but never the giant gorilla.

He was considered too fierce and wild to get close to. And they would 
be eating with him. Sitting right down there and having dinner with him 
whenever his meals were.

And they would sleep right there with him, too. To better and more 
completely study his habits.

"You might say we're going to ape the ape," Dr. Fortner said, 
teasingly.

"Everything he does, we'll be doing, too," Blair replied to her father, 
as she sat on the ground and braided her hair.

They were both greatly excited about the experiment. It had begun to 
take on an edge of curiosity that even the normally blase assistants 
had picked up.

Blair watched as two of them completed arrangements for the trap. The 
final touch was to surround it with palm leaves and twigs to camouflage 
it.

Then, they set the fruit inside. Mangoes and bananas and a scattering 
of nuts. Appetizing for the tastes of the biggest gorilla.

The rest was pretty much waiting. That part always made Blair a little 
nervous. She looked around the camp to see what needed to be put in 
order. She kept busy for an hour or two unpacking supplies, and 
cleaning the place up a bit.

"Don't want to be caught with a messy house when the big boy gets 
here," she thought.

She sat down in the sun to soak up the delicious rays for a few 
minutes. She tilted her face toward the sky and slowly began to relax 
into a nap.

She was awakened by the harsh sounds of the black assistants shouting 
to her father.

"Nomma. Nomma gejitti. Jukko, jukko."

They were jumping up and down and pointing toward the cage.

Sure enough, they had a visitor. A big, hairy gorilla. And he didn't 
seem to like being caged up.

He was beating his thick, hairy fists against the cage entrapment and 
jumping up and down, stomping his thick, hairy feet on the floor of the 
cage.

"Kildi, tuma poowrey."

The tallest of the black native assistants ran toward her father's tent 
and gesticulated wildly toward the cage.

Blair's understanding of the native tongue wasn't broad, but she did 
pick up some key words. 'Juko' she knew, meant gorilla.

"Dad," she called to her father, "we have a guest."

Her father came racing out of the tent, zipping up his pants. It was 
his habit to take a brief nap in the afternoon, and that gorilla had 
caught him during it.

"Good heavens," he shouted as he headed toward the cage trap.

"We got a live one," Blair said, smiling and grabbing her notebook. She 
didn't want to miss the chance to record her first impressions of the 
huge creature.

But try as she might to pick up her pen and write with it, she couldn't 
once she had stared into the face of that beast.

His brow was black and furrowed and his dark eyes pierced her to the 
core. He seemed incredibly angry, stomping and roaring and beating his 
chest mightily. The animal was as angry as a charging bull. He snorted 
and the steam fairly flew out of his nostrils.

She looked at him as he opened his mouth. The unexpected pink inside of 
it startled her. He was so big and black all over, except for that 
lurid pink mouth. And those white teeth. And of course, the whites of 
his eye.

They were nearly red now, he was so bursting with anger at being caught 
in there.

He bellowed a loud call of pain and injustice up to the top of the 
trees.

He leaned over and flailed at the bottom of his cage with his fists.

"He's acting like a spoiled child," Dr. Fortner said, "but I guess 
nobody likes to be locked up without their permission first."

"No," Blair said pensively.

How had it happened that she had become so intrigued with this animal. 
His body warmed her. His face, rather than turning her off, made her 
completely happy.

It was such a twisted, horrifying face. But those eyes. Those 
incredibly deep-set black sunflowers. They darted around from left to 
right and up and down.

The animal had stopped hitting and lashing out now. He was 
painstakingly searching for an exit. He explored every inch of the cage 
trap with his fingers, his toes, his eyes. Then, once he had discovered 
that there was no escape from the place, he sat down and beat the floor 
with his fists as he let out low, guttural rumblings from his throat.

"Juko, hi hi chamaky, loi."

The natives were observing his change of mood. Apparently he would go 
through this for the next several hours, until he exhausted himself. 
Then, he would probably lie down and sleep a bit or just turn and watch 
his captors for a while.

"He seems so human," Blair said, as he eyed the watchers around him. 
His eyes explored every inch of them, taking in the whole spectacle.

"Wonder what he's thinking," Dr. Fortner said, "or if he's thinking 
anything at all, except how to get out of here."

Another hour passed. The gorilla repeated his experiments with finding 
an escape hatch. He tried brute strength, failing this. He clawed the 
indestructible mesh, he bit it, he lashed at it with his toes. Nothing.

He sat down and began to pout.

"Now he's trying to make us feel guilty," Dr. Fortner said to his 
daughter.

"I'm afraid I do," she said quietly.

"Don't be, dear," her father said, tapping her on the shoulder, "He's 
just going to have a vacation in a rooming house for a while. An 
unexpected one, but remember, all his wants and needs are being taken 
care of."

Blair thought about that a moment. All his wants and needs were not 
being taken care of. Where was a little female for him to romance while 
he was locked up like that?

"Let's draw in closer," her father said at last, "let's see if he's 
ready to accept us."

The two of them dropped all vestiges of civilization, save for the 
clothes they wore on their backs. Pens, notebooks, cameras and tape 
recorders were given to the native assistants as they both approached 
the cage cautiously.

"Nice boy," Blair said.

She wasn't patronizing the ape. She was letting him grow used to her 
voice. If she spoke in a mellow tone, he might be intrigued enough to 
want to know what the two of them were about. That's what they were 
trying to do.

"Nice Juko," Dr. Fortner said, coming close enough to the cage to stare 
into the big ape's face.

His eyes met his, then, flashed to his daughter's. They locked gazes a 
moment and Blair felt a little rush of an electrical charge head up her 
spine.

She so loved these big, brutal apes. That wild, forbidden glance, the 
simian features. And his powerful hulk. His big, brutal powerful hulk.

Wonder what a female ape feels like when she's having sex with her 
mate, she thought as she stared at the massive hairy body of the 
gorilla.

It must feel great to have something so huge and dark and full of soft, 
downy hair all over you. And they're so incredibly flexible. They can 
crawl all over you and still fuck the stuffing out of you if they 
liked. Even at the same time if they're a mind to.

The ape braced his hands around two of the aluminum bars of the cage 
and stared into the soft, green eyes of the beautiful blonde girl. He 
had never seen anything like that creature. The long, woven hair, the 
smooth, white skin.

It was as much a curiosity to him as he was to her.

"I think he likes you," Dr. Fortner said, winking at his daughter.

"That's good," Blair said as she drew a little closer to those two 
bullet eyes that peered out of the huge, dark head.

They watched as the ape thrust his fingers through the cage, and clawed 
the air slowly. He didn't seem angry, but one could never tell with 
wild beasts in captivity. They were completely unpredictable.

"He seems to have a thing about your hair," Dr. Fortner said, "I think 
that's what he's clawing for."

"Let me get a little closer and ..."

"Watch it," Dr. Fortner said, "we do want to get in close, but not too 
close right away. He should have a chance to get used to the way you 
smell first."

"Right," Blair said, "Shall we take these clothes off."

"I think so," Dr. Fortner said, "if we plan to stay friendly."

It had been previously arranged that they would stay close to the cage 
in as natural a state as possible. Strange, conflicting smells might 
anger or confuse the beast. Letting him get used to the natural odor of 
a human, outside the smell of his leather, plastic, or cotton clothing, 
was a better way to get to know him on a one to one level.

And nothing seemed more natural to either Blair or her father than that 
they should stand right there and get naked in front of that ape.

The natives however hadn't been informed just yet of their plans.

"Kiki lonum dingus, hitupp, hitupp," Blair heard them shout as she 
lowered her safari pants.

"Gaz ... bango," the tall one said as she peeled off her blouse.

They were interested in the nude couple, all right.

Blair smiled as her father stepped out of his pants. He was such a 
gorgeous hunk of male under all those clothes. And at his age. So well-
muscled. In terrific condition, too. Not like those other fruitcakes in 
the university's Zoology department.

But then, none of them were as good as her father in any other 
department either.

She watched the heavy cock dangling between his legs swing back and 
forth as he stood up and moved a little closer to the cage.

She'd like to see any other Zoologist at the university get naked in 
front of his assistants just to study animal behavior.

Too bad he wasn't hairier, the way she liked them. Like Juko, here.

Juko was indeed a hairy thing. So much of it. Such a sweet, thick 
covering to keep out the jungle insects and insulate his skin in the 
cool of the evening.

Why didn't all humans have such a thick coat like that, she wondered. 
It would sure save a lot on clothing bills. No need for a fur jacket if 
you had that delightful layer of black thatching over you.

She found herself again daydreaming about what it might be like to fuck 
one of these things, but her father's words stopped her.

"He's definitely grabbing for your hair," he said, "want to risk going 
a little closer and letting him touch it? I'll distract him if he gets 
rough with you and you just move off."

Blair could hardly wait to get there. She ambled up and held one of her 
braids in her hand. She dangled it to within four inches of his face. 
Then, she put the end of it in his hand.

She felt the powerful black fingers squeeze the tip of her braid. She 
watched in awe as the gorilla drew his face toward it, sniffing it 
through the aluminum mesh. She watched as he brought his mouth to the 
mesh and stuck the tip of it into his mouth.

Then, she looked into his eyes a moment, in the little room there was 
to turn around a bit. He was clearly enjoying the touch and feel of 
that long blonde hair.

"That seems to be getting him aroused," Dr. Fortner said, "there's some 
elongation of the phallus."

Blair looked down between the gorilla's legs. Indeed there was 
elongation of the phallus. And more than that, Blair noted the 
thickness, too.

For though the animal's penis was not gargantuan in length, it 
certainly made up for what it lacked there by being thick. And the 
sweetly inviting color!

A delicious passion fruit pink. With winding purple and bluish veins 
swirling around it and up and down it as well.

Just staring at that hard pink cigar with its thick hide and deeply-set 
slit made Blair aware that she, too was getting a little hot from all 
the excitement the gorilla was feeling.

Or was it coming just from her? Impossible to tell, really. But it was 
such a delicious spectacle to watch and be part of.

The big monkey stuck his dick into one of the mesh slots and it 
stretched wide to make room for it.

"Do you think intercourse is indicated?" Blair said, trying not to let 
it show that she too was feeling aroused.

The tips of her nipples became darker in hue and perked up into hard, 
rubbery ridges.

"Possibly," Dr. Fortner said back blandly, "or he could just be showing 
off."

"Is that common?" Blair said, wondering how lucky a female ape would be 
if every time a mate wanted to show off, he just stuck his erect pecker 
out. So much easier and simpler than racing a sports car or buying 
leather boots. Or trying to impress a girl with their intellect.

This at least, was common language.

The ape continued to handle the girl's braid. By now the tip of it was 
very wet from having been in the ape's mouth.

"Ow!" Blair called out as the ape pulled her down by the hair.

"He wants that braid of yours next to his phallus," Blair's father 
said, eyeing the ape curiously, "maybe wants to touch it. Stay there 
only if you're comfortable, dear."

Was she comfortable? Was she ever.

She only hoped he wouldn't get tired of this game too quickly. The ape 
was turning her on like crazy. And his sudden rough move turned her on 
even more.

She knelt down on the soft, jungle matting that the natives had woven 
to stick under the cage. She regained her balance as the ape held her 
braid fast. She handed him her other braid and watched as he petted 
that one in the same way he had the other one.

He kept caressing them between his hands, rubbing them, patting them. 
Exploring their texture and showing that he was completely captivated 
by the color. He held it up to the light and then he leaned forward, 
sticking his thick, ripe penis rod out the holes.

He pulled the braids a little into the holes as best he could manage 
and began stroking his erect wet penis head with them.

The sensation gripped Blair right in the guts. And her cunt felt the 
sensation second. She held her legs together to hide the fact that her 
pussy lips were quivering out of control. "You all right, dear?" Dr. 
Fortner said to his daughter, maintaining a tone of calm throughout.

"Sure," Blair said, trying to toss her head around a bit to where she 
could see exactly what the big, fine fellow had on his mind.

His prick was a monstrously-thick affair. Dome shaped at the top. Wider 
at the base than at the tip. And that adorable little cock slit was now 
nearly hidden by the thick pinkish drape of his foreskin.

So beautiful. So natural, Blair thought as the beast hugged her braids 
on either side of his throbbing hard prick.

He thrust his hairy hips up and pulled them back into the air. His 
stance reminded Blair of Atlas carrying the world on his shoulders.

Such big, forceful shoulders. Such an enviable load. The beast was 
making rings around her cunt. Rings of heat and passion.

She rubbed her nipples against the cage and felt the firm, hairy 
strands of the gorilla's coat rub back on them. Her tits must have been 
thrust up about to his knee level, but she couldn't see that well. 
Mostly because she had her eyes closed.

The sensation was overwhelming. What it must be like to make love to 
one of these creatures, she wondered. How exciting and bold and fierce 
and wild ... and savage!

So here she was, kneeling at the beast's feet, feeling her cunt throb 
and twitch and ache with longing for the real thing. But it would 
probably be best to put it out of her mind now.

The beast began a series of low, scratching sounds in his throat. They 
found their way out between his wet, pursed lips. And they found their 
way to Blair's ears. She found them exciting beyond words.

Why couldn't men do that, she thought. Make those animal sounds when 
they were making love. Such a beautiful language. The language of sex 
and arousal. The language of mating.

That's what it had to be. The ape was getting turned on to her. She 
opened her eyes a bit and saw a veil of blonde hair. The ape had 
unbraided the braids and was using her blonde strands to masturbate his 
cock with.

Such a creative exercise, Blair thought.

"He's using your hair to masturbate the phallus," Dr. Fortner said. He 
was as fascinated as Blair was, though dignity did not permit that he 
should get a hard-on about it.

The girl felt her head being pulled this way and that and she stared up 
between her hair veil. She could see the tip of the animal's dick now. 
That savage unearthly pink, wet tip.

Enlarged to the point of sticking through its thick wedge of foreskin. 
Bobbing up and down at a lewd interval, and with a sharp upthrust to 
the shaft.

A lovely device nature had provided, Blair thought, though she couldn't 
decide if it was for easy implantation of ape sperm into the female or 
for the female's pleasure.

How good that thick, upthrust dick must feel inside a cunt, she mused. 
Again, she tried to turn her mind to other things. There wasn't much 
point to thinking that way. It would never happen. It just wasn't 
possible. No way.

"He's nearly reached full erection," her father said.

"I know," Blair said in her breathy, hot voice.

She wanted to hide that voice from her father, but why bother now? 
There she was, after all, getting her hair moistened with ape semen, 
why not enjoy it?

The ape wrapped a bundle of the girl's blonde tresses around his thick 
ape dick and began pulling his pecker down, down and winding the hair 
around it. It felt like a warm waterfall winding around his hard, pink 
wet cock. He squeezed his hard pecker with his mighty black mitt and 
buried his dick tip in the blonde abundance.

He worked his head hard and fast up and down, down and up into the 
yellow-gold patch of sweet, smooth blonde grass. He breathed deep in 
his nostrils and smelled the deeply-female odors of a human in heated 
arousal.

His cock stiffened up harder to meet the challenge and he plied it back 
and forth gripping the blonde locks tightly around his rampaging thick 
wet prick.

Then, suddenly and sweetly, he shot off a load of white come that 
squirted out in a drizzle of cream and wet the girl's hair all over.

Blair felt herself writhe in the lap of a wild, warm climax. Her whole 
body went limp as the ape shot his load into her white, blonde mane.

"Oh, God," she said as she felt the warm gunk clog her hair. She wanted 
to yank it back from him and stick it straight-away into her mouth.

Should she? She thought about it, then just as she was about to drop 
the idea she heard a command from her father.

"Go ahead, Blair," he said, his voice never fluttering from the calm, 
even tone he had kept all along, "take it into your mouth. It's 
customary among female apes to lick their mates clean after the mating 
act."

She wiggled her hair out of the grip of the ape, whose hold on it had 
softened. His cock hadn't softened an inch, though.

And, before she knew what came over her, Blair turned and stuck her 
mouth full down on the thrust up dick of the huge, hairy creature. 
Buried her mouth around the slimy wet fuck pole the beast jutted up 
into her lips.

His come was sweet as a jungle nut. And she tasted for the first time 
in her life, the forbidden, beast-like flavor of gorilla's pink wet 
dick. Tasted it and licked the blob of come that still clung to the 
slit of his prick tip. Swirled the delicious cream around in her mouth 
and swallowed it. Swallowed it and felt herself whisked away into a 
non-stop roller coaster of coming and thrashing.

She humped her hips hard against the cage and felt herself falling, 
falling down a long, dark tunnel. She let her mouth go slack and 
slumped to the jungle floor.



Chapter 6


"Kummi lolo ... Kumi, kumi," the sound of the native rang through the 
tense, wet jungle dawn. "Juko iddy!!!!"

Blair sat up like a shot and threw her bare feet on the floor. It was 
the first time in five days she had gotten to sleep in her bed. Her 
father and she had been so totally wound up in studying the gorilla out 
there, they had even slept alongside his cage.

But they were both losing necessary sleep out there in the dampness. 
And her father had insisted that she catch at least a few hours sleep 
tucked up in her bed with the mosquito netting to let her get some 
peaceful rest.

And now those insistent native men were waking her up. What the hell 
did they want?

"Juko iddy ... Juko iddy."

Juko! The gorilla. What had happened? What was wrong? Blair ran out of 
the tent without bothering to put her shoes on. She raced to the center 
of the clearing and stared at the cage.

Empty.

Empty and the door gone. There was only one way to get that door open. 
And it wasn't from inside. Somebody must have opened it and let the 
beast free. But who?

Blair looked around for her father, but couldn't spot him.

"Dad?" she called.

His sleeping roll was messed up and lying empty on the ground next to 
the cage.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see her father crashing 
through the underbrush. He was wearing a little loincloth around his 
waist that covered his man parts. Other than that, he was naked.

"Juko is gone," she said, staring at her father in anticipation.

"I know," he said, breathing heavily and leaning against the tree for 
support. "I tried to find him, but it's no good."

"Who let him out?" Blair said, unable to believe that the native men 
were responsible. They knew what the experiment was about, and how 
important it was for the gorilla to stay locked up there.

"Tracks," her father said, between gasps for air. He had been running 
and the sweat poured down his body as evidence to his labors.

"Juko's tracks?" Blair asked, impatiently.

Her father nodded and caught his breath a moment. "And another set. A 
female set."

Blair knew that female tracks were slightly smaller than full-grown 
male tracks. A good scientist or even a sharp-eyed native could spot 
the difference.

"A female?" Blair said, shaking her head, eager for the whole story, 
but not wanting to push her exhausted father beyond his limits.

The man stepped into the camping grounds and took a towel from the 
native assistant who offered it to him.

"The female who freed him, no doubt," Dr. Fortner said, drying his face 
and arms with the fluffy towel.

"How could she?" Blair said, unable to believe that any such thing had 
happened.

"We made that trap gorilla-proof only from the inside," he said, "we 
didn't count on another ape coming up and forsaking all its natural 
fear to find a way to free its mate."

"How do you know that was Juko's mate?" Blair said, her eyes widening.

"What other female would risk the danger and take the trouble to find a 
way to open the latch?"

Blair hung her head a moment. It was true what her father had said. 
What other female indeed? It must have taken hours to discover the lock 
on that door and work it open. And she would have had to work in 
complete silence, too. Her father was sleeping less than a few yards 
away.

But something in her persisted in the belief that another human had 
freed that great furry ape. Or was it that she didn't want to believe 
Juko had a mate?

Was she even a little bit jealous of his mate? Impossible! She thought, 
spitting the thought out of her mouth and then letting out a little 
pained sigh. If it was so impossible to feel that way, why was she 
aching so bad right now?

She had no right to feel this way anyhow. Juko was an ape, for 
Chrissakes. An animal! Sub-human. Savage.

But even as she thought those words, she knew she didn't believe them. 
The tender way he had stared at her whenever she drew near the cage. 
The beast had never hurt her, and certainly could have tried.

She had even slept the night before last at his feet, leaning against 
his thick, hairy flanks that he had stuck hard against the mesh of the 
cage. It had been so beautiful and comforting to sleep like that. She 
had loved being curled up in his lap, like a little kitten sleeping 
against a huge tiger.

But a beautiful man-like tiger. The ape had gotten very aroused in the 
morning and she had felt his cock protruding between her shoulder 
blades. Even before her father woke up, she had turned over and found 
the red, rubbery tip of his thick cock stick.

She had wound her lips around that wet, slimy hard pole and squeezed 
them together as hard as she could. She had tasted his wet, wild semen 
between her lips and worked his dick up to stiff, red peak between her 
Ups.

She had rolled her mouth around and around over the thick red candy log 
and suckled it to a delicious dripping hard.

She had felt the stiff cock squirm in her mouth as she rolled it around 
and around, tossing her head wildly about to suck more of it down 
inside her pink, pursed lips.

And the feel of that wild animal's dick inside her mouth made her feel 
wild and animal-like, too.

She went off in a blaze of fireworks even before the ape shot his thick 
load. She had fingered herself to an exquisite climax just sucking that 
beast's red flag pole. The thick delicious squirming worm of a dork he 
had that jutted up and looped back toward his own flanks.

And then, the most marvelous sensation of all. That gorgeous hairy 
beast had stuck his thickly-knotted muscular paws out the mesh and 
stroked her very own cunt lips as she continued to bounce his cock far 
back into her tight, constricting little throat.

The feel of those fumbling, hairy muscular big fingertips with their 
smooth fingerpads, so unexpected those smooth pads, especially 
considering how rough the rest of him was.

Rough and hairy and mean and brutal and wild and free. All the things 
that she loved and wanted in a man. So how come it had to be that this 
man was an ape? The things she wanted most in a man, an ape had to 
offer. What an ironic life it was, anyway.

And that dear big black beast had fingered her pussy lips, curiously 
sticking his thick black fingers up inside her wet little sweet cunt 
slit.

Rammed them around and around, as though he were scooping honey out of 
a hollow log. Such an unpredictable sensation!

Sweet and crazed. She never knew what he was going to do next. She 
didn't know if he would stay this gentle or suddenly turn on her and go 
wild. He certainly knew how to make her feel good.

She skewered her mouth around and around on the thickness of his sweet, 
big gorilla tool. She agitated him to the left, then to the right with 
her willing, wet, servile mouth.

How adorable he sounded, the whole time they were engaged in such sweet 
interplay. He moaned and blinked his big, thick eyes. He knotted his 
brow and opened his eyes wide by turns.

"Ooooh," she had called out as the hairy projection wiggled in and out 
of her cunt creating a vast flow of clear cunt honey, like a mountain 
stream running down her leg. "Oooooh, diddle that cunt, you big beast."

She had meant every word of it. She had pulled her mouth off his cock a 
moment and taken in the spectacle. The thickness of it was awesome. Her 
mouth ached from having been stretched so wide to let it enter.

The thing terrified her as she stared at it now. Its thick round 
symmetrical shaft, tapering off at the tip and widening abruptly at the 
base. Almost in the shape of a cone. A delicious wet, red, throbbing 
cone.

Good enough to eat. Good enough to suck until her jaw ached with pain 
and overwork. She could see the beast's tight, dark balls like two 
walnuts ... impossibly hard and tucked up a bit into his groin.

She wanted to reach in there and fondle them. Massage them for a sweet 
interlude. But that would be too risky. As long as the animal was 
sticking his cock through the mesh, she would be okay. But he might get 
scared if she were to reach in and touch his genitals.

She would have to be content to take it from the outside of the cage. 
She held his hard, pink shaft around the base, her hand barely grasping 
it fully. She stared into the wet, slimy deep dick slit at the top. The 
whole rod was covered with a steamy, thick layer of juices. Both his 
and hers.

And she stuck his dick top back in her mouth. She flicked her tongue 
around the sensitive head, making the beast give out with a series of 
high-pitched groans. Tight, urgent little groans that told her he was 
near coming.

She was, too. As the animal's paw pierced her cunt veil all the way up 
to its wrist, she knew the delicious sensation of hairy and hard 
muscular probing finger projections exploring her inside. In a flash, 
she felt a spurt of hot, thick come spew out the end of the gorilla 
cock tip. It coated her mouth with its tasty goo and ran back down, 
down her throat.

She gobbled up what her throat hadn't been drowned with and licked and 
lapped and sucked at the remainder. She was as greedy as she could be 
to eat up the succulent come cream.

And still that beast's cock had throbbed hard inside her mouth.

She started to wonder if these big brutes ever got soft once the meat 
stick began to probe the air.

But whether they did or not, she didn't care. The sweet surprise of 
that ape's jism shooting down her throat, without so much as a word of 
fuss or protest or insincere vows of love and devotion really got her 
off.

The simple language of sex. So perfectly engineered by nature to fit 
these huge, sex-loving creatures. She wondered how often he got his 
dick up and off in the wilds. He had had several erections every day 
since that first day when she had let him use her hair to get himself 
off.

"I don't know if we can get him back or not," Blair's father said, 
interrupting her daydreams of the last delicious days they had spent 
here. "We may have to re-set the trap and wait again. I think it's 
about all we can do."

That thought depressed her, though she hated to think that it did. 
Somehow, she knew she would miss that mighty beast.

"Juko ..." Blair blurted out.

"... is gone," her father finished.

Blair closed her eyes and a pained expression came over her face. She 
didn't want to think about the loss right now. She just wasn't prepared 
for it. It had all happened so suddenly.

"We'll just have to go about our business, Blair," her father said 
sternly. It was an odd tone of voice, coming from him. He seldom spoke 
sternly to her.

She headed back for her tent, trying not to let her head drag. But try 
as she might, she couldn't shake the impending blues that surrounded 
her.

Blair fumbled aimlessly around in her trunk for something to wear. 
Anything. What the hell did it matter. They were in the wilds of 
Africa. Nobody would see her out here. Not one single man that mattered 
to her. And certainly not Juko. Never again ...

The tears welled up in her eyes and blinded the sights in front of her. 
She fell down on her bed and heaved out heavy sobs of grief and loss.

Why was she feeling this bad over an animal? Shit!!!!! She told herself 
to stop being so fucking silly. She had never even cried this hard over 
a man. Any man. And here she was crying her eyes out over an ape, for 
Chrissakes.

She pulled herself together and grabbed a green soft cotton safari 
shirt. She stepped toward the open door and pulled her foot locker out. 
Stooping over, she roamed around the pile of pants to find something 
... anything. Maybe some shorts.

Abruptly, she stood up. Something had hit her on the rear end. Was her 
father playing games with her to get her out of her depression? She 
looked around and saw nothing. Maybe she had imagined it.

Or maybe she hadn't! She saw a little shadow moving around on the door 
frame. Somebody was playing peekaboo with her and she was gonna find 
out who.

She stepped out the door and ran face to face into a gigantic gorilla. 
The creature blinked hard at her. His eyes drove nails into her flesh. 
He gawked and blinked and stood firm, his hairy toes planted hard into 
the soil.

"Oh, God," Blair said, pulling her hand up over her mouth. She dropped 
the clothing she was holding and stood there dumbfounded.

The ape reached his hand out and touched the embroidery of her flimsy 
nightie. He gripped the edge of her neckline and pulled it. Blair heard 
the material rip and she drew in a sharp breath.

So, Juko had come back. And this time there was no indestructible mesh 
between them. Where was her father? Where the hell was he now?

Blair thought a moment, trying to collect her senses. She couldn't 
panic. She absolutely couldn't panic. But beyond her attempt to stay 
calm she was aware of another encroaching sensation. A sensation to 
blot out all the others. All the fears and longings and crazed chills 
of terror. All the panic and uncertainty and horror. It was a deep and 
abiding sense of adventure. Of thrills and adventure. Of sexual 
delights. Of twisted, all-encompassing sexual heat and passion. Of non-
stop passion greater than anything she had ever even glimpsed before in 
her life.

"Father!" Blair said aloud, in her singular attempt at regaining her 
sanity. She must be responsible and call for help. She must!

But even as she opened her lips and formed the words, her tone 
softened. The loudness turned to a near whisper and she knew it would 
not be heard.

The great ape cocked his head a little to the side and stared at the 
patch of blue nylon he had ripped out of the girl's dress. Blair looked 
down and saw one of her deep mauve nipples thrusting up under the 
alabaster mound of her right tit.

She stared at the beast and closed her eyes. What the hell was going on 
here? Why couldn't she call for help? Yes, she was terrified. Trembling 
and terrified and half-crazed from the stark horror of staring into 
this dark, forbidding beast's face.

But she was also strangely calm. Strangely light-headed. She saw the 
mighty gorilla's hand teach out at her again and grip a lock of her 
hair. She wanted him to pull it out, to jolt her back to her senses. If 
he would hurt her, she would be shocked into yelling for help. She knew 
she would.

The beast gripped her hair hard, locking his paw around it and bringing 
it toward his face. He leaned over and drew in a deep, loud breath 
through his nostrils. He closed his eyes serenely and let the fine spun 
gold locks drop out of his grasp.

Blair felt herself grow weak. She rocked back and forth on her feet, 
wobbling, trying to catch herself.

Her hand went out and touched the bony bare palate of the ape's chest.

So strong, she thought, as her head turned cartwheels and she fell back 
into the door frame ... so strong that chest. Like armor. How beautiful 
to be protected by that armor ...



Chapter 7


Blair Fortner awoke from a groggy sleep. What had hit her on the back 
of the head with such force? A two-ton truck?

She'd never felt such a hard, unceasing heaviness. Something had struck 
her at the base of her spine.

She pressed her palms down onto the ground and lifted her shoulders. 
Her long blonde hair drooped out in front of her. What was under her 
hands? A thick, gnarled mat of jungle bush and twigs. Who put this in 
her tent?

Her head throbbed with the pain of an unknown beating. What had she 
done to deserve this one? What crime had she committed to be allowed to 
feel such onrushing pain. The sights in front of her eyes blurred up 
and focused.

Then, they blurred up again and the grogginess returned. She sank back 
down to the mat and rolled over.

The sun shone through the leaves and made her wrinkle up her forehead. 
Who had taken the roof off her tent? And why? Maybe the same person 
that clubbed her.

She rolled over onto her side and sniffed. Her nostrils were clogged 
up. What with? Having been hit unconscious could do that? Then, she 
smelled a strange smell.

What was it? Putrefaction? Moss and water? An animal smell. Animals, of 
course. There were a lot of them in the jungle.

But where was she? If only her vision and her clear head hadn't 
disappeared she could probably figure it out.

Pretty quick, too. But those things failed to materialize. Instead her 
head zigzagged in pain and visions. Images of strange hairy beasts ...

"Oh, God!!!" she cried out, sitting up too fast. She felt like another 
blow had been struck on the back of her head. She fell back down onto 
soft, bristly matting. Where the hell had they taken her? Those apes. 
All those apes. There had been too many of them to count. Where had 
they all come from? And why hadn't her father protested?

Her father? Where the hell was he? Oh, yes, napping. It must have been 
afternoon. But the sun would indicate that it was early morning. Dawn.

Then, a little cloud drifted off in her head and things began to clear 
up suddenly.

I was carried off, Blair thought to herself.

Carried off by that big ape ... the one that escaped. Juko, named for 
what the native men called him. He had come for her. She was bending 
over her foot locker and that huge beast had reached out and patted her 
back side.

Then she had stood up and felt his hand on her. He had ripped her 
nightie. She looked down to see if her memories jibed with what the 
physical reality was.

Yes, indeed. A big chunk of her nightgown was definitely missing. And 
her tit was jutting up, pointing toward the sky.

She had been kidnapped by a gorilla! So where the hell had he brought 
her? Slowly, slowly, she sat up and gazed around. She was in some sort 
of nest. A gorilla's nest. A place to hide. Some sort of nest up in the 
tree tops. A home. A gorilla home.

And here she was, lying here in some gorilla's bed. Maybe Juko's. She 
heard the sound of an angry bird flying overhead. She followed his cry 
and watched as he landed on a nearby branch.

She peered over the edge of the nest and found that she was very high 
up indeed. But she knew gorilla habits well enough to know that this 
was only a temporary home. They had a nice warm cave down below 
somewhere. A little den where they all congregated.

This was just their temporary resting place. So where were they all 
just now?

Why had they abandoned her up in the top of a tree like this. There 
were vine ropes hanging everywhere. From above and from below. It would 
have been easy to just untie one of them and swing right out of that 
place. Just like Tarzan. Or Jane, actually. More like Jane.

She stood up to test her footing. Again her head swam and she sat down. 
She edged herself a bit closer to the danger point of the edge of the 
nest. She grabbed a hold of one of the twisted brown rope vines.

She would swing right out of there and take it on the lam. Fly back 
home. Then a thought struck. She had no idea where she was. She had no 
idea where home was. And she knew what could happen to a human alone in 
a strange, forbidding jungle.

She didn't even have her hunting knife with her!

She was wrapped in a torn nightgown. With nothing on her feet to 
protect her against the ravages of thistles, poison snakes, deadly 
swamp burrs that stuck to the soles of the feet and burrowed into the 
bloodstream so thick they clogged the arteries to the heart, leaving 
the recipient to die a slow, agonizing death.

No, that sort of thing wasn't for her. She would stay put a few minutes 
until she could think clearly.

She couldn't go anywhere. She was a prisoner here. She might as well 
have been in a cage. In fact, she was in a cage. Just as her father and 
she had put Juko into that cage trap, now she was sitting in a trap.

And to leave that trap meant certain death. Either a slow, painful one 
or a sudden, unexpected one. She heard a chattering sound and looked 
over to a neighboring tree to see a bunch of monkeys sitting on a 
branch, lined up like crows on a telephone line.

They were chattering and pointing at her. Giggling and making fun of 
her!!!

"All right, all right," she said back to them, "so I look pretty 
ridiculous. So what? So do you, ya know that?"

The chattering heated up a bit.

"Damned hecklers," she said, "everybody wants to get into the act 
today."

That's what it felt like to her. Everybody wanting to get into the act 
to tease and torment her. Everybody wanting a piece of her time, her 
body, her consideration.

Why the hell things had to turn out so strange, she couldn't fathom. 
She closed her eyes a moment and wondered what Cathy was doing right 
now.

Probably shopping for a wedding dress for her marriage to Harold 
Rhymer.

"Ha!" she heard herself say out loud. Cathy would rather marry Rin-Tin-
Tin than Harold Rhymer, she thought.

Civilization! How well she remembered it. And how little she thought of 
it, even now. Even stuck up here in the tree tops with nothing to do 
but stare at a batch of ham actor monkeys, she still liked the wilds 
better.

Too bad she didn't have a nice coat of bushy hair all over her body. 
She could stay here ...

She stopped her thought train with another overriding thought. What the 
hell was she daydreaming of? Living here with the apes? Of being an ape 
herself? That was crazy thinking. Insanity.

She could be locked up for thinking such thoughts. Locked up and 
studied by psychiatrists as well as animal behaviorists for the rest of 
her natural days. She was a human, not a monkey. And speaking of 
monkeys, where were those ape types anyway? Had they moved out because 
they knew she was coming?

Had they packed their bags and moved just after dumping her here for 
punishment? Would they leave her here to starve slowly as punishment 
for the sins she had visited on her precious Juko?

A fitting end for a Zoologist. Being offed by the very beasts she had 
set out to study. To study and codify and list and pigeonhole and 
categorize. As if animals or humans could be turned into statistics and 
recorded facts.

Both were individuals. She couldn't imagine another beast acting like 
Juko. Could any other gorilla be so tender, so loving, so warm and 
cuddly? So fierce and loyal? So intelligent? So super strong and macho.

Yes, that word fit him better than any human she had ever known. He was 
macho. A super stud. An ape to put all human males to shame. What the 
hell had she been missing all her life that she had found in his arms?

And why was she lying here now dreaming about it when she should be 
planning her escape? Survival was possible in the jungle. If only she 
could keep a clear head about it.

There were shoes to be fashioned out of the broad palm leaves. She 
would work them together by splitting the vines into tiny rope strings. 
There would be food to be gathered. But first of all, she had to figure 
a way to get out of this nest!

A harsh, jabbering noise filled her ears and the tree top began to 
shake. It swayed back and forth and Blair had to grip a hold of the 
twigs to keep from falling out of the tree.

She looked out and saw the black, hairy top of a gorilla head popping 
up over the shiny green leaves of the tree. A gorilla face emerged next 
and she opened her mouth in terror.

What the hell were they going to do to her? She didn't have a prayer up 
here. She would be tortured or beaten or worse by these beasts and no 
human ear would even hear her suffering.

What a way to end it all!

She held her breath in expectation. The thing popped one enormous hairy 
foot into the nest and hoisted himself up effortlessly.

Blair watched as the big man in the gorilla suit, or so it seemed, 
advanced toward her. She wasn't sure if it was Juko or not. And the 
only way she would know absolutely is if he made any sexual advances at 
her. He had a very distinctive technique.

Maybe it was that sweet way he had of almost crushing her to death. 
Yes, she had begun to like it a little rough. Maybe sex had never been 
rough enough for her.

As if in answer to her desires, the huge male stood over her and glared 
down at her, blinking hard and beating his chest.

She recognized his stance and his actions. They were those of a male 
gorilla claiming his territory. And, in this case, she knew that 
territory meant her.

"All right," she said, lying back and watching the show with one eye on 
the ape and the other on the edge of the nest. She wasn't sure who was 
going to set foot in here next. Maybe Big Boy here had company.

The big ape began walking around on all fours, his thick, square head 
set in profile against the wild profusion of green behind him. He 
stalked her for several minutes before coming to a two-legged stance 
again.

Then, standing upright as any human creature could, he beat his thick, 
bony chest repeatedly and made loud, hooting noises in the back of his 
throat.

Blair still couldn't tell if it was Juko or not. And then, she gripped 
the nest in terror. Another intruder was entering her bedroom.

The tree shook and Blair kept a sharp look out around the perimeter of 
the tree top. She had no idea how that beast would come at her, or from 
where, and she wanted to be ready.

Another head appeared over the top of the nest. A less squarish head. A 
softer and slightly rounder head. The chest appeared and from its 
slightly curvier appearance, Blair knew a female had entered the nest.

The female brayed a disquieting welcome. She lifted her mouth to the 
sun and let out a string of loud almost chirpy sounds. Then, she, too, 
sank down on all fours and began to parade around in front of Blair.

Again the tree shook. Again Blair held the nest for dear life. And 
another gorilla rose into sight. A huge, dark male with a heavy torso. 
Bigger than the first beast who had entered. The size of a linebacker 
for the Detroit Lions. In full uniform.

The three hairy creatures circled her. They stalked her. She felt 
penned in and threatened. Again, the tree shook. She gripped the nest 
and felt her fingernails split into pieces at the sight that greeted 
her eyes.

Four of the biggest, hairiest, meanest, most fierce looking creatures 
she had ever seen or imagined she would see came bolting into view.

"Oh, dear," Blair heard herself say, "what the hell are you all doing 
here?"

The biggest and meanest-looking of them all reared up and beat his 
chest. The noise echoed throughout the jungle. He accompanied the 
beating with a long, low bone-chilling bellow.

The ape was assuming control of the others now. He turned to them and 
gave them the same verbal message. They backed off and sat in squatting 
positions, all of them facing her.

She felt as if this were a laboratory, and she were an experiment. 
These big apes were attending a lecture on human behavior. And she was 
the guinea pig. The laboratory monkey, so to speak.

"And what do you want with me?" she said, pulling herself to a prone 
position and resting on her elbow. Her instincts told her not to panic, 
but she wasn't exactly sure what she should do as an alternative.

The beast towered over her. He brought his hairy smooth paws down to 
the torn edge of nightie and ripped it off her in one yank. The 
material went billowing up and drifted down, down onto one of the far 
leaves of the tree top nest.

"Impolite of you," she said, feeling a little stupid speaking out loud 
where nobody could answer her. But she had to do something to keep from 
losing her mind.

She glanced down and saw her white, willowy, completely hairless body. 
It provided such a stark contrast to the hairy form glowering down at 
her now.

"May I take it you want to play with me," Blair said, staring back at 
him, "because that's what it means when a man does that to a lady."

The big, thick-headed beast blinked his dark-hooded eyes at her and 
bared a double row of white, pointed teeth. He raised one hand and 
brought it down on Blair's upturned tit.

The animal ground his hand down hard on her nipple, flattening it 
against her breast.

"Ouch!" she said, moving back.

A stupid move, at that. One of the big apes leaped out and grabbed her 
from behind.

She felt his powerful paws encircle her slender wrists. She felt a 
thick mat of animal hair brush all along the back of her body. And the 
heat of the animal steamed her ass cheeks. The heat and something else. 
Oh, God, she thought to herself. This beast is hard. Definitely hard.

It had happened so fast. She had barely had time to register that 
something was sticking into her backside. It jutted up against her ass 
crevice. The thick, probing pink dick stick of the male gorilla. The 
one she had explored so many times in the past few days.

And now it was coming at her from a most unexpected place. In the rear, 
where she couldn't even see it. But she could feel it. She could most 
definitely feel it.

"Oh, shit," she said as she began kicking her legs. But that, too, was 
useless. The beast curled his huge, hairy prehensile toes around her 
slender ankles and held her fast.

He held her as though she were a victim splayed out on a medieval 
torture rack. Held her firmly in place with his huge, gripping paws. 
All four of them! Held her against his hot, hairy front. And against 
the thick protrusion of his wide, hard ape tool.

He stuck it around every which way, trying to find an opening.

"Please," Blair said, feeling a bit like a butterfly about to be pinned 
to a collector's book.

But it was useless to talk to these beasts. They were hot, horny and 
greedy for the touch and feel of her white ass. The hairless, inviting 
hole she had thrust up in Juko's face for the last few days. The one he 
had bragged to them about after his escape.

And now, here they were.

The adults of his little band.

Sitting high up in the safety of the jungle treetops, ready and waiting 
to have their will with her.

The biggest and mightiest of them all gnashed his teeth in hot 
anticipation. He spread his thick, hairy legs apart and stuck his 
schlong out. The thing bobbed through his black shining coat and 
pointed skyward.

"Oh, my," Blair said as she saw the thing. It was clear why this ape 
was in charge. He had a thicker, meatier piece of cock meat than Juko 
had. Only slightly longer. But ape cock never grew to tremendous 
lengths. The width was the thing to look out for.

And Blair's cunt began aching at the thought of having this wide load 
have to squeeze into her tight tunnel.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, Mr. Back Door Man was knocking to get 
into her ass hole. He thudded his own thick wad down into her ass 
crevice. She felt him greasing the way with his wet, hard fuck stick.

"No, no," she cried as he gripped her even harder, preparing to slide 
his ape cock right up her poop chute. The beast in front wasted even 
less time getting down to business. He reached out and grabbed a hold 
of her tit tips. Then, using them as handles, he climbed on top of her 
and stuck his thick pole between her mounds. He slid his dick down, 
down the path between them, then the path along her flat stomach. He 
slid his cock head all the way down, wiping it against her body.

She looked out and saw the rigid pink fist-like projection disappear 
down the front of her. And the ape glared back at her. Glared back and 
grinned as he fumbled for her cunt lips with his grossly-thick ape 
dick. Shoving it flat against her wet cunt gave her a chill all right. 
The beasts seemed to be working in close harmony, too.

The moment the one in front of her shoved his wide-mouth jar into her 
slender cunt crack was the exact same moment the beast behind her 
buried his thick, hard prick into her tight, round bung hole.

"Oh, no, please," the screaming girl begged up to the pitiless white 
sky.

There was nobody to hear her human entreaties up here. Still, she felt 
like she had to do something about it. She was being horribly 
mistreated here. She had never been unkind to animals. Why now were 
they treating her with such disregard.

But logic didn't seem to have much of a place in this ape world. These 
beasts seemed to provide their own brand of reason given the particular 
situation.

And what did reason matter when she was getting plugged from the front 
and from the back simultaneously by two of the biggest, meanest apes in 
the jungle.

What did anything mean any more?

She closed her eyes and tried to relax into the position she was being 
fucked into. The ape cock in front, fortunately, was bigger than the 
one in back. But the one in back was no less punishing. A thick, hot 
little blade it was, ramming its circumference into the sphincter of 
her tight little pink ass.

Now the beast behind her was groaning and slobbering onto her neck and 
shoulders. He was having difficulty making a complete insertion. She 
had no idea just how tight her butt buns really were. But they must 
have been tight to give this ramming machine such resistance.

He thudded his hard tool into the tiny circle and felt it snap shut on 
him. He would need all the power he could muster to thrust himself up 
to his thick, hard hilt.

The ape gripped the girl around the wrists and ankles tighter still, in 
order to provide some necessary leverage. He wiggled his ass muscles 
rapidly in and out, out and in, to more deeply push up into the 
muscular hole that pushed against his smooth, wet prick on every side.

The ape in front of her lowered his stiff dick a bit and felt the warm, 
beckoning feeling inside the hairless thing's cunt slit. It caressed 
him tenderly on all sides of his mammoth hard on.

Then, he began a series of short strokes, guaranteed to lather up the 
creature under his loins to a wet, wild froth.

It had never failed to excite the hairy females he had fucked so often 
in his fifteen years. He wiggled his butt around and dug his paws into 
her shoulder.

And then, in a move no human was quite capable of, he threw his whole 
ass up into the air and gripped a low, overhanging branch with his hind 
feet.

In this elevated position, he could sail down into the bitch's cunt and 
draw his hard member in and out at a superhuman speed. He could work 
his cock like a vibrator and jack hammer at the same time.

Blair tossed her blonde hair around and felt a lightening along her 
stomach. But the big ape didn't pull his dick out of her slit. Instead, 
she saw him swing up and lock his prehensile toes around a branch and 
let his weight hang from that. He secured himself in that position and 
continued to saw his cock weapon in and out of her pink wet hole. The 
speed was building and building.

The ape behind her was reaming her ass with tremendous energy. Stronger 
than any human, and with twice or three times the endurance. The butt 
fucker circled his ass around as best he could, considering it was 
pinned down to the nest. But now that the big ape's weight was off of 
the body of the girl, he had more latitude.

He worked his schlong up into the tightly-packed hole and rolled his 
hips from side to side, knocking it deliciously against the confines of 
the tight, slippery channel. His cock tip flowed with semen, greasing 
up his path even more. He dug his hips up and ground his pecker further 
into the girl's poop chute.

Blair felt a thudding against her brain. She feared she might pass out 
in this position. She feared loss of conscious and tried like hell to 
keep a hold of some image in front of her.

But the only thing her eyes could lock onto was the simian black face 
of the ape. The ape who was now grinning hotly and ramming his thick 
ape rod into her writhing, wet pussy slit. Up and down, down and up. 
The thing was fucking her like greased lightning.

She had never known such non-stop pain. And such mounting pleasure. The 
waves of blistering friction combined with the crazed wind of passion. 
There had never been a fuck like this since the recorded annals of time 
and biology. She knew damned well there hadn't.

And she herself had never felt such a punishing glow. Such an endless 
series of brutalizing stings and bites with so much high-wire 
excitement to match it. The longings of lust came at her in tortured 
gasps.

She heard herself gasping for breath, for air. She felt her hips roll 
up and down in an attempt to match the speeding motions of the ape's 
fucking movements. It was a paltry attempt. She could never possibly 
keep up with him, but she sure was game to try.

The back door ape plugged away at her insistently. She had never known 
such speed or such endurance. These two were superhuman fuckers, not 
subhuman fuckers, as biology would have man believe.

Was this the answer to human female lust? The unmatched lust of the 
unfulfilled females she had known all her life? The one she had been 
herself ... until now?

She closed her eyes and squeezed her hips and butt muscles together. 
She felt the thick, pumping nozzle grind into her backside. She touched 
the fullness of the huge, wide ape cock that bolted in and out of her 
cunt slit like a fighting bull.

She saw a flash of light in front of her eyes. White light. She threw 
her head back so hard, she knocked it against the bony skull of the ape 
drilling her bung hole.

"Owwww!!!!" she moaned between clenched teeth as she felt herself toss 
up in a teeth-chattering burst of orgasms.

Teeth-chattering and mind-shattering. And her cunt and ass hole began 
tandem vibrations that sent her hips and butt mounds shooting up and 
back and from side to side. Drinking in all the ape cock in the jungle. 
Sucking up the sweet reserves of monkey dick that even now continued 
their penetration without a hint of a slowdown.

Blair shouted out to the sky. She let go a long series of wild, shrill 
screams and mindless protests. But under them, a constant note rang 
out. A note that sounded for the apes to claim their territory. Claim 
it and tame it. Plow it and plant it. Plow it to ribbons. Plow every 
furrow, row, and gutter, Fill the holes with seeds and nourishing 
juices. Plug the rows with deft weapons of brutalizing force and 
fertilizing life.

The apes continued to fuck the sodden, helpless girl. They fucked the 
lost temptress and claimed their territory. The territory that now 
rightfully belonged to them.



Chapter 8


How many days had passed since she arrived in this place? Blair 
wondered. She had tried keeping a count of them. She had picked an 
overhanging broadleaf from a nearby tree and had tried making 
fingernail indentations for each day. But, after seven, or was it ten, 
she had given up.

The days had all been pretty much the same. She would be rudely poked 
awake in the morning. One of the number of apes would throw her some 
bananas, mangoes, or passion fruit. Often, there were nuts and seeds of 
some sort accompanying the fruit.

She would eat a little bit and explore her territory. Though, after 
awhile, she had curtailed even that. The place was beautiful enough. 
Serene and peaceful.

Full of pleasant sounds and smells and sights and colors. Gorgeous. 
Abundant. Verdant. Timeless.

No season changes in this part of the world. Everything stayed pretty 
much on an even keel, constantly. The constancy of the place is what 
appealed to her most. Well, almost most.

The favorite thing of all, of course, was the company. No stuffy dinner 
parties in this setting. No black-tie, fair-weather socialite friends. 
And especially, no demeaning and insipid men.

She had grown pretty tired of the lot of them anyway. Except her 
father. And she missed him dreadfully. Her one compensation was in 
believing that he had known what might have happened to her.

That he would even now be sending a searching party to look for her. 
That he had a pretty good idea the apes would keep to the treetops in 
an attempt to hide their captive.

Possibly he had captured another gorilla by now. Possibly he would let 
that one go in the hopes he might lead him to her. And, if that gorilla 
happened to be part of this particular pack, he possibly would do just 
that.

And where was Juko during all this? Where was that cuddly big adorable 
beast she had grown so fond of? Was it his intention to just leave her 
here and forget about her? Had he brought her up to this particular 
pack of gorillas as some kind of favor? Possibly one of them had turned 
him loose and he was rewarding them by bringing her to them.

But no matter, really. All her needs were satisfied here. And her 
wants, too.

She had been fucked by all of the apes in the pack many times over. And 
she had to admit that she had enjoyed each of them. They all had 
something special to give. This one a particularly long tongue, that 
one a stiff ape cock that never, never seemed to go down.

And the females had finally begun to accept her. That had been a real 
bonus. No other human study of apes had ever shown that females would 
warm up to human females. But here in this place, Blair had conquered 
that frontier.

 She had even slept with one a few nights ago. A particularly fuzzy and 
docile female she had been, too. The female had sat close-by watching 
as her mate squatted on his tremendously muscular haunches and stuck 
his dick out. The mate ape of that female had then spread her legs out 
and pulled them up onto his outstretched bent knees.

It was rather like sitting in a contortion seat. Comfortable, though a 
bit difficult to adjust to in the beginning. And the ape had drilled 
her with his pink, hard prick. It was thrilling to be held like that by 
the muscular beast.

He kept pulling her into his body, drawing her into the hairy heaven of 
his warm, thick rug. And the female had applauded when Blair finally 
did shoot her load.

That had been a unique experience. Having the female watch like that. 
And that night, the female stole back up into the tree tops and lay 
down beside the sleeping girl.

She reached over and began stroking Blair's high, heaving tits with her 
savagely strong paw. She hadn't hurt her, either. She seemed to just 
want to explore the girl's hairless body.

She twirled her nipples around with her fingers and started to lick 
them. Blair had never gotten over ape tongue. That was the best, by 
far. The tongues were long, thick, unbelievably muscular and capable of 
much more control than a human tongue.

The female ape had wrapped that tongue of hers around Blair's nipples, 
around her clit, and even wiggled it into her ass hole before the sun 
came up.

It had been a long, hot, arduous night. Both of them had been exhausted 
by dawn. Blair loved being handled by this big, gentle creature. She 
was the closest thing to her beloved Juko.

The female seemed to have a particular talent for wrapping her legs 
around the girl and sticking her prehensile toes down into her butt 
crack. And, at the same time, she could stick her fingers into the 
girl's cunt and diddle her clit to climax after climax.

Such agile creatures! Blair found herself admiring them all day long. 
What other animal, man or beast, could finger you with ten fingers in 
the front and ass at the same time?

And the get-off was spectacular. It took the female over an hour to 
stick all ten of those toes into her anus. But she was extremely 
patient. The bony fingers had done a number on the girl, too.

She writhed and shouted in protest each time a fresh finger was 
inserted. The hard, bony things twisted around so deliciously, though, 
once they were wound up inside her, she couldn't resist liking it.

She wondered if there was anything these apes could do that she didn't 
like, in fact. The female had stuck all ten of her toes and all ten of 
her fingers up her, rammed her hot tongue down her throat and knocked 
her off to a fantastic, tree-shaking climax. Her cunt had run like a 
mountain stream when that female plugged her like that. Using all of 
her talented and agile thick fingers.

Perhaps the female knew better than most males what turned a hot, 
female cunt on the most. And she had used that knowledge to give Blair 
a scintillating hot come. Several of them, in fact.

Blair had even been allowed to suck off some of the young apes that had 
been brought to her. She loved doing that. Especially since she found 
it likely that it was the first time for some of them.

And for sure, it was the first time with a human specimen. She loved it 
when the little guys began playing with her blonde hair. That must have 
seemed like a magical illusion to them. They would run their fingers 
through it and jump up and down and screech loudly to her.

Then, they would stick their lusty, hard ape dicks into her face. She 
had even attempted to suck two off at a time, though that process had 
really stretched her mouth out.

Both of them had been exceptionally wide, even for apes. And, though 
they had not yet reached full growth, their cocks had grown up to full 
adult male size.

She loved running her hands up and down their hairy flanks as the two 
of them stood there in front of her, squatting down and spreading their 
legs wide, sticking their cocks up into her face.

She used both of her hands to jerk them off simultaneously. Though her 
small hands had no hope of going all the way around those wide, 
shortish dicks, she had really given it her best try.

She admired the tops of the apes' cocks. They were so perfectly rounded 
and smooth. Their veins stood out even further than that of humans, 
once erect, and their shafts were so rock hard and always ready. And, 
of course, the delicious surprise was how long those apes could hold 
their erections. It was amazing!

That really intrigued her. The insatiable appetites of those hot, 
heavenly and hairy big creatures. She would defy any man to equal that 
feat.

She was really starting to enjoy threesomes by now, too. She thought 
back to the last threesome she had gotten into, stateside. It had been 
with Cathy and that big, hairy guy. What was his name? Harold, yes 
Harold.

Funny how her memory of things that had happened before she arrived at 
the huge nest had started to play tricks on her. She couldn't even 
remember the color of her bedroom wall or the name of their 
housekeeper.

But that didn't matter. It was such a comfy, cozy and loving place to 
be. Nothing else was quite as good in her mind. Of course, she wished 
her father had been allowed an occasional visit, but that just wasn't 
possible up here.

So, she contented herself with nature studies. Mostly of the ape 
nature. But she figured she must be pretty much of an authority on ape 
sexual behavior by now. Probably could write the definitive book on the 
subject.

If she would ever be allowed to write that book. If she would ever see 
civilization again.

As Blair thought these things over, she was aware that the tree was 
shaking again. If did that so often, she had kind of begun to take it 
in stride. It probably meant one of the big fellows was climbing up to 
play with her.

That would be all right. She had come to crave ape dick as much as 
humans crave each other. More. She actually preferred it to food.

She looked down at her body. It was the same one it had been when Juko 
brought her here. But it was deeply-tanned by now. In her mind, she 
expected that it would probably sprout ape hair after a while, though 
she knew that was logically impossible.

Still, with all this ape contact ... who knew what would happen?

A familiar head popped over the top of the nest.

"Juko!!!!!" she cried, crawling over to him.

She spread her arms out and embraced the hairy, warm friend. She 
pressed herself against him and felt the warmth from his body. He 
nearly crushed her he was so glad to see her.

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked, knowing full well the big 
beast was powerless to answer her.

He replied by lifting her up and slinging her over his shoulder.

"Put me down, now," she commanded.

Her orders fell on deaf ears.

"Put me down or I'll ... I'll ..." she wanted to curse the thickly-
matted creature. Pull his fucking hair out by the roots. Kick him in 
the unprotected balls.

But she was too happy to be on his shoulder. The beast began moving and 
Blair knew she was going for a ride. He swung up to a nearby branch and 
she felt a little breeze underfoot.

Sure enough, the ape had left the nest. He was swinging through the 
trees now, from vine to vine. And Blair was riding on his shoulder.

She held on for dear life.

"Don't you dare drop me, Juko," she shouted as the wind swept past her, 
stirring her blonde tresses and cooling her hot, sticky body.

The jungle was a swirl of green and brown. She could barely make out 
anything distinctly. It came at her in such a rush.

What seemed like minutes later, she felt Juko touch down on a firm 
surface. When she opened her eyes, she saw the ground see-sawing below 
her.

"Put me down, boy," she said.

The ape dropped her and she tumbled to earth. She picked herself up and 
took a step. She found her knees were a bit weak from all that sitting, 
but after a few steps she regained control well enough to hobble along.

"Where the hell are we going, you big brute?" she said to the gorilla 
as he thrust his arm around her waist and gripped her tight.

The silent Juko walked patiently with her a few steps and then turned 
toward her. Again, he tossed her over his shoulder and began running.

"Stop it, stop it," she cried, "you're making me dizzy."

The beast ran through a thick profusion of verdant green foliage. Blair 
felt the sharp leaves cut into her body.

"Ouch!!!!" she screamed.

The ape moved a protecting hand up and covered her bare ass with it.

"Where the hell are we going?" she cried. "What are you doing with me?"

Suddenly, just as mysteriously as he had begun, Juko stopped. He knelt 
under a tree with masses of overhanging vines and lifted her swiftly 
off his shoulder.

She stumbled to her feet as the ape grabbed her. He held her two tiny 
wrists between one of his enormous paws and grabbed a handful of 
hanging vines.

He tied her wrists tightly into place and Blair felt herself swing 
forward a bit, rocking on her feet.

Next, the ape tied her feet with the vines and secured them tightly. 
She knew she was being strung up. But for what purpose? This ape didn't 
have to tie her up to play with her. She loved having his thick, 
gnarled bony fingers pull on her cunt lips and fiddle with her clit. 
She adored having him brush her locks back with his tongue, drooling on 
her face, sticking his cock up inside her and smashing his weight 
against her.

Why in the world would he want to tie her up. Then, as the ape backed 
off a bit, Blair stared at the jungle terrain in front of her. They 
were just a ways off from a clearing. And on the edge of that clearing, 
not more than one hundred yards in front of her, was the mouth of a 
cave.

A huge cave.

"What is this about?" she said, staring at him with wide, searching 
eyes. The beast glared back at her and backed off. He surveyed his 
work. He stood up and let out a low, mean rush of sounds that sounded 
just like machine gun fire.

"What is this?" she begged him.

No response. The beast turned on his huge, hairy feet and took off into 
the green sea of jungle growth.

"Oh, shit," she heard herself say. She noted a trace of sadness in her 
voice. She didn't want to stay tied up like this forever. And now, 
there were tears in her eyes. Not very presentable for whatever might 
happen along.

She saw a shadow moving inside of the cave. It threw its reflection out 
along the jungle floor. A low, mean bellow intruded on her thoughts. It 
came roaring out from inside the cave. Blair's eyes opened as wide as 
saucers when she saw the shape emerge. The beast was fully ten feet 
tall. It was an ape, all right. The biggest she had ever seen. But in 
addition to its outrageous size, there was another feature that struck 
her right between the eyes.

The thing had a lustrous coat of long, thick, shaggy white hair. An 
albino ape! The rarest of all rare specimens of this animal. And she 
was staring one straight in the eyeballs.

His eyes glowed luminous white with pinkish orbs. An albino ape! Blair 
couldn't believe what she was seeing. The thing was as big as a truck. 
And built like one, too. Its massive shoulders loomed up in front of 
her, obliterating all objects behind them. She could see only the huge 
beast.

He stared at her, then licked his lips hotly. He flashed his huge 
horrible teeth and thumped his massive, bony chest.

"You're beautiful," Blair couldn't help saying.

And when she did, she knew she wanted to mate with this creature. More 
than anything in the world. More than seeing Juko again. Even more than 
seeing her father again. The outside world, civilization itself meant 
nothing to her in comparison to this creature.

She would serve him, if he wanted her to. She would be his mistress, 
slave, mate, plaything, or lap dog if he so desired. She had never seen 
anything she ever wanted so much in her life.

She was on the ground now, even though her head was in the clouds. She 
felt the vital earth with her feet and looked at the ape hotly.

She arched her back as best she could and licked her lips.

"Come here you big, white humpy thing," she said, "Mama wants to make 
it with you."

The huge savage beast crouched down at her feet. Still, she could 
barely see beyond his hulking frame. He reached one enormous furry paw 
out and stroked her hair, dumbly.

He yanked it back until her head was pulled down as far as it would go 
without breaking off. She stared up at the sky and could see only the 
green tree tops.

The beast opened his slobbering mouth and showed his pink gums and 
gigantic gnashing teeth. He rolled his eyes around in his head and let 
her hair go.

He slid his thick, punishing paw down her front and he scooped up one 
of her full breasts. He stuck his tongue out, exploring it ponderously.

He lapped his tongue down onto the nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. 
He poked at her navel. He found the warm, pink slit under her blonde 
cunt bush and separated it with his fingers. He curled his fingers 
around and gripped her pussy lips so tightly between them, Blair let 
out a scream.

It was the first of many.


The End