Unknown - The ape girl

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 lips.

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."