Ron Bywood - Beast humping

CASE 7: Valerie Y.

I worked in the girlie show for a only couple of months, even though I was doing fine. I had a hell of a build for a girl not quite eighteen – especially in the tit department. Brosz was letting me do the wind-up almost every show, which pissed off the other girls no end. That's where the marks shell out a couple of bucks extra at the end of the regular performance for the privilege of seeing one of the girls flash her pussy. The new girls didn't usually get a crack at that. Naturally the other bitches all figured I must be going down Brosz, working him for favors, but they had it figured wrong for I wasn't going down on him – he was going down on me. Ha ha.

But they all had it in for me anyway for that and general jealousy reasons, and the next town we played they spread the word that I was underage and the law came around and put the heat on Mister Bennington (the circus owner) about me.

He got the shakes over it and told Brosz to can me and quick. But Brosz persuaded him to let me stay on and help out around the menagerie. They were always hiring boys to work there with the animals but the kids would always fuck off and it was hard to get good help. Brosz told Mister Bennington that I was real good with animals, which was just a shot in the dark on his part, but Bennington said okay, he'd give me a try.

So that was the end of my professional bare-ass dance career forever and the beginning of my new life among the monkeys.

Brosz was still trying to get me to move back in with him but I didn't need that fat immigrant any more. I had a nice cozy bunk-bed set up in the front end of the monkey wagon and it suited me just fine.

I was getting very attached to the monkeys by that time and I liked being with them. They were my favorites of all the animals right from the start. Camels I could do without. Elephants I don't relate to. Lions are majestic to look at but not easy to get to know. Monkeys though have personalities, just as much as humans – every one of them is a separate person to me.

So when one of the little Borneo monkeys took sick, I felt like it was my own child and I nursed him with tender loving care. He actually only had like a head cold, but that can be rough on a monkey. They're very susceptible to pneumonia in our climate.

So, when we had a spell of nippy nights, I took the little rascal into my bed with me and let him sleep with me.

"I hope you appreciate this," I said to him. "It's not every monkey that get to sleep in my bed on such short acquaintance."

That's all it was, I swear. Keeping the monkey warm and keeping my eye on him until he passed the crisis. And maybe that's all it would ever have been. A couple of days and he'd be back in his cage again, good as new.

But the word got around that "Valerie is sleeping with a monkey now," and that started the kidding. All I heard all day was. "I hear you're monkeying around at night."

"How is that little bastard in bed, anyway?"

"How about me, Val? I guarantee I can give you more than any monkey," and "I hope you're taking your pill every night before you make it with that monkey."

Well I just laughed everything off and gave it right back to them. I told them he was a fantastic cocks-man and he was going to take me back to Borneo with him to meet his parents. Shit like that. All for laughs.

But even when I was laughing I was beginning to put some thought to it. How about this? Could a monkey and a girl make it like that or not? Wheels started turning over in my dirty little mind. Mind you, I'd never heard of people and animals making it sex-wise. It wasn't that anybody had ever told me it was nasty and sinful and illegal besides to fuck with a monkey. The thing was, nobody had ever mentioned to me that such a thing existed in the world, or that it was even possible.

So when I started turning it over it my head at least I had no preconceptions, or prejudices to steer me. I just decided when that monkey got over his fever I was going to try a little scientific experiment in animal sexology to find out if I could work a diddle on his little pecker and give him a hard-on. That was the full extent of my original intentions. No more than that. I thought it might make him feel good and sort of cement our friendship together.

So that's how it started with this little monkey at first. I laid him out his back and patted his belly for a while. I'd done that before to him and he'd liked it. It used to put him to sleep in fact. But this time I began patting lower down and playing my fingers up and down the hollow of his crotch. I was no expert on what monkeys like have done to them, but I sure knew how to go about setting a man's nerves on edge and I was curious to see if a monkey would react the same way.

It didn't take long to find out. The little rascal started making squealy noises right away and twitching around, and I nearly flipped when his prick started to swell up even before I laid a hand on it. It made me laugh to think that little monkeys like him must be just as horny as men.

I started tickling his prick then, running the finger up and down it, and he started grabbing at my arm – trying to tell me something – but I didn't know what whether it was stop or go or faster please or what.

That's really all it amounted to though that first time. I didn't even jerk him off all the way. Maybe I should have and been done with it because I sure had stirred him up with my cock tickling. When I quit he started thrashing around and grabbing onto me and he kept trying get close to me and rub his prick up against me. He still had a hard-on for the longest time afterwards. And he probably had a damn knot in his balls that was killing him, but I didn't think of that, I was laughing like hell at him, and poking and tickling his ribs, and all of a sudden – POW! – he pops his nuts all over me. Splat! Splat! Splat! All over me and the blanket.

Then I got mad as hell, although I don't know what I had expected. I'd been acting like a cock-teaser and he'd given me what I deserved. But I didn't think of it that way. I kicked him the hell out of bed and put him back in his cage. That was the end of it. I'd had my fun with him and he'd ended up being a bad boy.

But it wasn't the end for him. He wouldn't settle down. He kept up a jabbering and squealing and kept racing around his cage for an hour or more.

Finally I had to go get him again and bring him back to bed with me. He was keeping me and all the other monkeys awake with his squalling.

I let him snuggle up to me and he grabbed on tight and pressed his prick against my hip and in no time at all he was sound asleep. Then I went to sleep too, but I dreamed I was chasing after this huge monkey – not an ape, just an oversized monkey – and I finally caught up with him in the middle of the freeway and I kissed him all over and then I pulled him down on top of me and we made mad love together while the traffic zipped by all around us.

And then all of a sudden I woke up with a jolt and that dirty little monkey bastard had shot off another load all over me. He must have been having the same dream I was, only his turned out to be a wet one.

Well I couldn't put up with that crap any more, much as I loved the little so-and-so. Something had to be done.

The next day I put him back in the cage with all the other monkeys and kept my eye on him awhile and before long he started out after a certain female monkey – showing off for her, jumping all around and swinging on the trapeze – and then he began chasing her around the cage and I could see already he had a hard-on again. I was glad to know he could get it up for other monkeys and not just for me. So now maybe I could get a peaceful night's sleep for myself again.

I put, my little friend and his new lady love in a cage by themselves and after awhile sure enough, he got into wrestling around with her and the next thing I knew one thing led to another and there he was ramming it into her-ass-end to.