Carl Isley - Dog show girl

So that first time Wimpy went up inside me I was having little mini-orgasms every inch of the way. He wasn't helping a bit so far — just lying there blowing his hot wet monkey breath in my face and holding on loosely to one of my dangling boobs. But he didn't pull away from me, thank God. He held his prick right out for me free for the taking and let me do whatever I wanted with it. I grunted and wiggled my ass and hunched my hips and I could feel that fat black pickle of his beginning to make it up into me a little bit at a time — tickle tickle tickle all the way.

Then when it seemed as if it was stuffed clear up to my liver, I reached down and went to work on his dangling balls, rolling than in my hand and squeezing them together the same way he'd been squeezing my tits.

"Okay, man — let's pump," I said to him.

And with that I began to rock my hips up and down over his cock, easing it in and out of me an inch or two either way. Just slow and easy at first to give him the idea and also to get it riding smooth and slick inside my cunt. Being jammed in there as tight is it was, it took a little bit of easy practice action to get it sliding properly before we started any hard pumping. I wanted this screw to last awhile, man. Start slow and build and build and build. What the hell — we had all night ahead of us. Neither of us was going anywhere.

As soon as I felt his prick moving slick and smooth in the groove I started to hump with more vigor, hoping he'd pick up the rhythm from me and join the dance. Sooner or later this had to give him some kind of an idea of what we were working towards.

And yes indeed! All of a sudden he quit blowing his breath on me and quit pulling on my boob, and I could feel a little shudder down where his belly was rubbing mine. Then WHAM! He squeezed my tit in his fist and gave it a yank like he was going to pull it clear off. I let out a shriek and belted him on the arm, and thank God he let go then and started to move his hips against me. In another second his prick began riding in and out like a pile-driver. He'd figured out the game we were playing all of a sudden and man — did he pick up on it fast! Pow pow pow — he hammered that prick up me — his belly punching against mine like a medicine ball — boom boom boom.

From that point on he just took over management of the whole operation himself. I didn't have to do a thing but hang on tight and ride with him. I let go of his testicles — which began slamming like tennis balls up under my ass — and just grabbed on to his huge hairy hide and took off in orbit. My whole body was rocking and shivering as if I was riding a bucking horse. He played rough, once you turned on his switches. Wham! Wham! Pow! Pow! His prick pounding my guts — his balls beating my ass — his belly bumping the breath out of me — boobs wallowing all over my chest — my head bobbing around like it was on a spring — my hair flying in all directions. Eee-yow! Man or monkey, this was the fuck of a thousand fantastic dreams — the fuck you never expect to experience outside your erotic fancies. I had always enjoyed a good rough ride, but this was the absolute end.

His prick was going up and down my chute a mile-a-minute and reaching up into my belly to places I wouldn't have thought possible. I couldn't even count the orgasms. They just started popping all up through my guts and shot through me in every direction until my whole body was just one big orgasm — arms, legs, everywhere — just EXPLODING! Even my head. This crazy bombed-out drunk feeling in my head that I'd never felt before in a fuck. Like I was freaked-out on some kind of goof-balls.

But the goof-ball was his prick in this case — driving me out of my cotton-picking mind.

Then all of a sudden he grabbed onto me hard and slammed me up against him. His arms wrapped around me and just squeezed. I thought it was the end of me. It felt like he was crushing my ribs — collapsing my chest — I couldn't breathe — my face was buried in a muzzle of hair. And there I was, suffocating — but exploding inside with a million crazy orgasms all at the same time. Heaven and hell simultaneously.

That's when Wimpy shot his load. I could feel him shooting off inside me like spurts of white-hot lava scalding my guts. And still he held me and held me until I was just on the verge of passing out altogether.

But then at last it was all over. The prick-pounding stopped and he slowly relaxed his grip and let me breathe again. I was drenched in sweat from head to toe — mine and his combined — and I didn't have an ounce of strength left in me. I just lay there panting against him, clinging tightly, completely satisfied for the first time in my young life. And madly in love for the first time in my life besides.

All I wanted to do was just lie on his woolly breast forever. At least I hoped that he'd let me stay there for a little while, all wrapped up in his rough warmth, but I didn't expect any favors. I knew how bored men get right after the orgasm, and I figured monkeys probably were no different.

But he didn't seem any more inclined to move than I was. He must have got a pretty good charge out of the action himself. After all, it was a brand new first-time thing for him too. He went back to plucking at my boob and nudging it back and forth and that was okay with me. I could see that we had got off on the right foot of what was going to be a long and beautiful friendship.

After awhile his cock dwindled inside me — I could feel it happen, and a cold draft of air suddenly hit up into me. Then he pulled out of me altogether and it great big flood of his come-juice came rolling out my cunt and dribbled down over my leg and ass.

I laughed and said to him, "You lying rascal! I thought you said you used it rubber."

He squeezed my boob to let me know what he thought of that shitty joke.

A little latter I began to feel the urge coming on me again for another go-round, and I reached for his prick and started in on it with a new lot of pulling and squeezing, but I guess he'd had enough for one night. He let out a snort and jerked away from me, and I went off his lap and down — CLUNK — onto the cold hard floor of the cage. Wimpy went lumbering off, shaking his ass at me, letting me know the party was over. See you around, baby.

I could take a hint. Anyway, that was action enough for the first night for both of us. He was right. No sense rushing things. Tomorrow we'd tackle lesson two of the course, although I wasn't too sure from here on whether it would be me teaching him or him teaching me. Now that he'd got the hang of things, I had a hunch it was going to be Wimpy's ball game the rest of the way.

NOTE: Valerie carried on her affair with Wimpy for several months after that. She cut herself off from the circus men entirely and once they all realized for sure that she had apparently gone celibate on them, they quit bothering her and left her to her animal friends.

The only member of the circus who found out about her secret love affair with Wimpy was a young man named Pete, who had been working as an attendant and ticket-taker on the merry-go-round. One night, being drunker than he was allowed to be and looking for a place to hide out overnight, Pete sneaked into the number two monkey wagon and crawled under an empty cage. There, a little while later, he was a flabbergasted witness as the aloof Miss Valerie staged one of her flamboyant monkey-fuck performances, never intended for the eyes of an audience. Valerie tells about it in a later chapter of her manuscript:

It just happened that night that I was in an even wilder mood than usual and I was really laying it on. Wimpy and I had been screwing each other's asses off for quite a long time then, and we had got so we made an elaborate game out of it. On that night I was down on all fours — bare-ass naked of course — scrambling around the Goddamn cage with my ass in the air, yapping and squealing like a female monkey — scratching my ribs — flipping my boobs. Pete must have thought I was stark raving loony.