Ron Bywood - Beast humping

And it wasn't such a big deal for me, I could use the help, and from then on I had somebody to stand watch for me when I was doing my thing with Wimpy, Pete wasn't such a bad kid anyway. It certainly was no sweat keeping him happy. He was a pretty feeble fuck compared to that wild monkey. I could drain Pete dry in five minutes anytime without half trying and have plenty of juice left for Wimpy whenever he was ready to ball.

He loved watching Wimpy and me do our stuff and I didn't mind that. What the hell – I'd performed in the buff for audiences enough times before when I was in the girlie show – stuffing myself with dildos and every other damn thing. So there was no problem for me of self-consciousness or embarrassment. And it was a big kick for Pete. Sometimes I think he got more of a charge out of watching me screw the monkey than he did out of banging me himself.

One day when I wasn't on the scene, unfortunately, some woman got into a big hassle with Wimpy. She claimed she was standing outside his cage minding her own business when he reached through the bars and grabbed hold of her, tore her dress down the back, and then reached and "roughly handled her right breast, inflicting major bruises and abrasions and causing her to suffer extreme terror and severe embarrassment."

She informed Mister Bennington that she was suing the circus for some idiotic amount of money – way up in the hundred thousand dollar range. Old tremble-chin Bennington flew into his usual tizzy and told me in no uncertain terms that Wimpy was a menace and he was getting rid of him. Having him destroyed!

I nearly had a breakdown. Destroy Wimpy. They'd be destroying me too if they did. But what could I do? I was at my wits end.

But then good old Pete came to the rescue. I hadn't even seen the dame who made the complaint, but Pete told me, "You know who she is. You've noticed her around here plenty. Remember last week – I pointed her out to you? The fat cunt with the floppy hat."

Oh, did I ever remember! And all of a sudden the worries just melted away. We had this dame by the balls, so speak.

The thing is, there's a certain type of woman that's attracted to monkeys, and they spend half their time hanging around zoos and menageries like ours. Any place with monkeys can tell you they see this type of woman every day. Women like that know that male monkeys can get horny over human females and with them, like me, it's vice versa. They don't have my opportunities though to actually do something constructive but their urges, so they just hang around the monkey cages half the day, hoping to see a monkey pissing or playing with himself or just showing off a hard-on.

So this cunt who was suing us was one of those. Pete had spotted her one day poking a stick into Wimpy's cage, trying to jab his crotch while he was sleeping. That's when he pointed her out to me and we had a security cop take her for a walk.

Now we had Pete, the cop, and me to testify against that bitch and her monkey teasing habits, and sure enough – all of a sudden the case collapsed without ever going to court. And there was no more talk from Bennington about liquidating my sweet little old furry-ass common spouse.

FINAL NOTE: After that, Valerie carried on her passionate affair with Wimpy the orangutan for more than a year, until one night the lovable ape suddenly took a fit and died in her arms during one of their frenzied sex-sessions. He apparently had suffered a heart seizure.

Valerie reports that she was inconsolable for weeks afterward. She fled from the circus and gave herself up to a series of violent love affairs with a great many men, none of which satisfied her, physically or emotionally.

At last she returned to the circus and her beloved monkeys, and eventually she married and seems to have achieved a fairly happy human relationship with her present husband.

Although she admits having cheated on him occasionally with other men, she swears that she has always remained absolutely true the memory of her beloved Wimpy, and despite frequent bestial temptations, has never again consorted sexually with any other monkey.