Carl Isley - Dog show girl

So the first thing I did was slip out of the robe and I draped it over the bars. It gave me a little shiver of excitement to be completely naked in an animal's cage this way, as if I was an animal myself, caged and on display. That thought made me all the more eager to start acting the part. If only I could get a little cooperation from sleepy old Wimpy.

I wondered if he'd show any special interest in me being naked, something he hadn't experienced before. So I called to him again. "Wimpy! Come on, boy. Come sniff mama's pussy."

I thought that might be what a female ape would say in the circumstances if she could only talk. I started towards Wimpy across the dark cage and I could hear him getting up again and sniffing the air. I hoped I was sending out sexy smells on the night breeze. I began to shiver again as I came near to him, a little frightened, but impatient to feel his rough, hairy hide pressing up against me.

Then I could see his shadowy form standing just ahead of me, and I said his name one more time and then moved in to touch him and let him touch me.

He made a peculiar whining sound as I laid a hand on his long arm, and then I reached in and began rubbing his hairy ribs and wrinkly chest. I could feel him shiver, and then he settled down into a squat at my feet.

I got down with him and moved up close alongside. Now we were really getting cozy. God knows what kind of monkey-crud my bare ass was sitting in, but I didn't give a crap at that point.

I picked up one of his arms and draped it over my shoulder, hoping that would give him some ideas. But he was being pretty indifferent so far. I decided I'd better quit beating around the bush and get to the point — the point being his monkey prick. The subtle approach wasn't working so far.

So I leaned in against him, rubbing my boob on his arm, and started finger-walking down his belly the same way I had done with the little monkey, heading for the royal scepter. I was real nervous at that point. I figured that once I hit on his family jewels and started screwing around there, it would be for keeps from then on — no backing off. There was still time right then to call it quits, grab my coat, and get the hell out of there.

Before I could think too much about it and scare myself right out of the whole deal, I took a big deep breath, reached down and just grabbed. Right onto his big black prick. I was surprised to find it already halfway hard and hot as a cooked weenie. I'd been doing better with my warm-up than I'd figured.

But the minute I touched it he pulled away from me and hopped up to his feet. He was squealing a blue streak now. He was excited all right, but no telling yet what it was going to lead to. He might be working up to a fighting mood instead of loving, for all I knew.

I stood up too and reached out again to take his arm, but all of a sudden he came back toward me on his own and started pawing all over the front of me with big clumsy rough swipes. The palms of his hands were like dried-up leather raking over me but I loved the feeling of it against my hungry hide. When he brushed over my boobs the shivers ran all through me everywhere and made me weak in the knees. I only hoped I could hit his magic nerve-centers the way he was reaching mine without half trying.

I stopped in closer to him and pressed myself up tight against him and then he did what I'd been hoping for — he wrapped his arms all the way around me in a huge embrace and just about squeezed the breath out of me. Now I was in the dream condition I'd been having fantasy orgasms about — surrounded by hot hairy monkey on all sides.

He was whimpering now. Surprisingly he sounded exactly like the little monkey when he was in my bed, all riled up and raring to go. And Wimpy was ready — I could tell plain enough. His prick was up and rigid — pressing hard against my thigh.

I forced my hand down between us and took hold of that big thrusting tool. It seemed to be steaming with inner heat — I imagined it was burning my fingers through to the bone. But I clutched it tight and ground my belly against it and squashed my inflamed boobs against the rough hair-mattress of his chest.

His hands were rubbing and grabbing at my back now — all up and down — and then pulling at the soft, loose flesh of my ass. I was beyond all caution and restraint by that time. I was already close to orgasm — trembling all over — almost wanting him to crush me to a pulp — tear me apart — pound me silly with his impaling prick.

But I'd have to steer him into doing for me what I craved. This was a brand new experience for poor dull-witted Wimpy. He wasn't used to being accosted by brazen bare-ass females in this manner. Lady orangutans had more decency and sense of propriety. What does a poor respectable monkey do when a sex-mad slut comes up to him and grabs hold of his intimate parts?

Naturally he was a bit confused. Maybe he was afraid I was going to ask him for money.

So I tried to maneuver him into a position where I could slip his prick up into me and give him the idea of the game I had in mind by setting the example. I had sense enough not to pull him down on top of me — that would have squashed me flat. What I intended, if possible, was to get him down on his back so I could sit on his prick and ride him that way.

I don't know what it would have looked like to anybody watching us right then, standing there embracing — like we were doing a slow rumba together, or something — holding on each other and twitching our asses.

Finally, I managed to get him to lie down with me, reclining sort of side-by-side, and then I threw one leg up over his ass and nudged my crotch in as close to him as I could get and tried to work his prick up into position. I never worked so hard at anything in my life. He just couldn't seem to get the idea of what I had in mind. But I wasn't discouraged. I'd been in the sack before with human boys that were almost this dumb.

He obviously enjoyed having me grab his prick, and I gave it plenty of tugging and tickling to be sure he didn't go soft on me but there was no sign of that happening. If I only could get it inside me just an inch he might catch on, I figured, but every time I got his prick poking at the gates and just about to slip up inside, the son of a gun would pull back.

One funny thing — he'd discovered my boobs, which are quite it bit better than average-sized, and way beyond anything you'd ever find on a female monkey. He was squeezing them in his fingers and batting them back and forth, one tit against the other, like they were punching bags. But not real rough — just playfully — and it was a wild sensation. I always had liked to have men play with my boobs when they made it with me. It's the quickest way to get me hot, next to going right straight to cunt city. I was never much for all that slobbery kissing on the mouth that some guys like so much. I'd always tell them, "Kiss my boobs if you want something to kiss." Nipple-sucking will turn me on in a second. I was wishing then that old liver-lips Wimpy would give my boobs a lick with that big juicy mouth of his. But that could wait for a later session. First he'd have to learn to fuck — then suck.

All of a sudden without warning he shifted his ass and thrust his hips forward and bent his legs back, it seemed like. And there was his beautiful ramrod pecker then laid right out for me in the open air — free and clear. No more legs blocking my way to the weenie.

"Don't move — don't move," I whispered, holding my breath. I wiggled my body forward and lifted up my leg and ever so slowly and carefully lowered my spread cunt down onto his up-thrust prick.

I was pretty well juiced-up by then in the pussy regions, just from the excitement of the anticipation, so once I got his big blunt pecker-head down onto the groove, it slipped up inside without too much hassle. He was big — bigger than any man I'd ever had in me — but I'd never had any, trouble taking in whatever was offered to me by any guy. I always liked to feel myself well-filled, I'm not ashamed to say. I like to know there's a prick in me, by God. If I'm going to get fucked, I want to feel fucked — right up to the hilt.