Unknown - The ape girl

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.

"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."