The ape girl

CHAPTER ONE

Blair Fortner leaned over her open suitcase and let her strawberry blonde mane cascade down over her shoulders and hang in her way. She was used to working through that veil of hair.

But she was going to have to figure out something to do with it now. African weather was notoriously humid, especially where she was going. The intense heat and humidity wouldn't go too well with long, damp hair. There was jungle rot to think about. She riffled through a pile of safari shirts and found the one she was looking for. Wouldn't it be a blast to wear it to dinner tonight? Amidst all those fancy evening clothes.

That and a pair of safari pants with lace-up jungle boots and a safari hat. Just the outfit guaranteed to draw attention. Not that she was in need of much more than she usually got.

Her nineteen year old body was a model of full-figured perfection. Her shoulders were taut and straight, her waist was small and trim. And best of all, she rose to nearly five foot eight inches in height. She loved being tall, and she loved having a good body.

Her legs were long, sculpted and tapering, all the way down to her feet. And her hips were curvy as a calendar girl's. Her breasts stuck straight out and in a marvelous defiance of gravity, thrust up at the tips. The places occupied by those twin plum-colored pliable nipples of hers. The ones that grew stiff and thick whenever she got aroused.

Which hadn't been often lately. But this was no time to think about that. She found a pair of thick woolen socks and kicked her bedroom slippers off. It would be such a hoot to wear this to the dinner party. That ought to perk old man Divers up a bit. Him and that snobbish son of his. Dr. Divers, her father called him. She did, too, when she wanted to address him face to face. When she was talking about him, it was always 'suck face' or 'bird turd' or something else appropriate.

He was one academician she loathed. Even if he was head of the Zoology department. And even if his darling son Owen was a professor in that august body of men.

Her father was part of that department, too. But in Blair's eyes he was a bit special. He did most of his work in the field. He usually shunned fancy black-tie affairs like the one he had promised to go to tonight, and he was a kind and loving man.

Blair only wished that he would re-marry someday. Having lost his wife, though it had been ten years earlier, must have made him a bit lonely. And then there had been suitors. Or whatever the female equivalent of a suitor might be. Women after his heart, though some of them had probably been after his wallet.

Dr. Fortner was a widely-published and respected authority on Greater Primates. He had popularized them actually, had written several commercially-successful books on the subject as well as countless more academic studies.

His blonde daughter never bothered to hide the fact that she idolized him. And he never bothered to hide the fact that he doted on her. Adored her. And he took her everywhere he went.

She had gone to schools all over the world. Grammar school in the Philippines, and in Ceylon, where he had gone to do his extensive and definitive studies of the gibbon and spider monkey. South America, where he had gone to research the New World monkey. And in Chicago, where he worked at the zoo studying the big one… king ape. The gorilla.

There had been lots of trips in between. A full, rich life for a young girl, nearing her twentieth birthday. And Blair had loved every minute of it. Well, most every minute.

She never liked the boardroom crowd. The dinner party group. The social scene.

And as beautiful and exciting as she was, she far preferred the depths of a dense jungle to the piazzas and parlor rooms of the well-to-do academic set. Or even the non-academic set.

Her father was no stranger to the jet set crowd, either. He was one of their pets. He told witty and involving stories, was erudite and charming. But he, too, quickly tired of the social scene. Like his daughter, he preferred the company of the outdoors. And he could hardly wait for the next field assignment, whatever it might be.

Blair pulled out a flimsy see-through bra and pair of bikini panties from her bedroom drawer. She paraded into the bathroom with them dangling from her hand and untied the terry-cloth cord of her robe.

She opened the coat and stared in the lighted mirror in front of her. It would be so good to get away from civilization again. Into that jungle. The place she loved and dreamt of constantly.

She looked at her massive knockers in the glass and spread her legs to look into her cunt. It had been a while since anyone had put his hands on her or made her cunt lips tingle. Well, there were compensations. Like knowing how to make yourself feel good at times like this.

Hell, she wasn't made of stone. She was a hot, eager young woman with a lot of sexual energy to go around. Only problem was, nobody seemed to be worth going around.

She sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs, lifting one perfectly shaped foot up onto the porcelain rim. She could see across the room into the mirror quite plainly. In fact, she had a front row seat to her own open cunt slit.

She could see the rosy-colored folds stretch wide as she pulled her legs out and watch them shrink in together as she pushed her legs in again. What an amazing organ, that cunt of hers.

She reached up and fingered the stubby mauve tips of her gigantic tits. The rubbery nipples flexed and extended under her grip. She pinched them hard, sending a little jolt of electrical power down to her cunt and rushing back again.

"Oooooh," she said, letting a thin strand of hot air out her pursed lips.

She spread her cunt lips apart with her fingers and reached for her clit. How lucky to have such a big, slippery pink one to grab onto, she thought, as she ran her fingers up and down its length, circling it occasionally and feeling the glow spread to all parts of her body.

Her clit bounced up big and wet as she continued to run her fingers around it and up it and down it. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.

And sweeter and sweeter came the warm glow that now radiated throughout her entire body. It felt so hot and crazed to be sitting there alone doing this. But what the hell? She didn't have anybody else to do it for her.

Well, all right. She didn't want anybody else to do it for her. Not now anyway. She slipped her other foot up onto the rim and sat in a rather primitive pose as she began dicking herself with the fingers of one hand.

She slid the fingers inside her tight little tucked-in pussy and slid them out with a soft popping noise.

Rotating them round and round inside her the next time, she let out a soft cry of mixed pain and joy as she continued to rub her thick, bulbous clit at the same time.

She looked in the mirror. It was a primitive pose. Sitting there like that with her legs spread and her knees bent at sharp angles. So sharp that her feet were stuck right next to her ass cheeks.

Blair arched her back and stuck her fingers in deeper with each thrust. She reamed her cunt out and watched as the clear cunt honey flowed out her tight, pink throbbing hole and ran down her cunt crack. It flowed along her pussy lips and down, down to the porcelain tub rim, wetting everything in its path.

Her nipples glistened up rock hard and sweaty from the heat of the bathroom as she continued to finger her pussy with abandon. Such a primitive way of sitting and masturbating, she thought. Where had she seen it before?

She rushed her fingers in, skewered them round and round, spooning out loads of clear joy juice that oozed ever faster out her succulent tight wet cunt slit.

Ah, yes, the zoo. She had seen the big female apes sit like this and diddle themselves waiting for the male apes to come back. Or, if they were left alone for more than a few hours, they would do like this, just waiting for their mates to get aroused enough to fuck.

That was one thing Blair liked about apes. They were very open about their sexual activity. Not closeted and secreted like human beings. So free and easy. And they did whatever they felt like doing whenever they felt like it. Sort of like what she was doing right now.

She dug her fingers high into her pussy. So high in fact that her buns left the tub rim. She came down quickly enough though, catching her balance and shoveling her hot hand inside her pussy and wringing it around and around.

"God," she cried out in a flurry of sexual bliss. She knew she was about to go off. Humping herself this hard with her hand usually did the trick. It was a little lonely, but it sufficed for now.

She blinked her eyes rapidly and saw stars in front of them when they went shut. She rocked herself back and forth and up and down on her merciless, pumping hand, which had become her fist by now.

She bounced harder and harder up and down on that fist and threw herself into a sweet paroxysm of climax.

"Oh, wow!" she called out again and again as a whole string of climaxes gained momentum somewhere inside her and shot out her cunt. What a marvelous feeling of release! What ecstasy!!

After the ninth or tenth blitz, she lost count, Blair slowly wiggled her drowned and soaking fingers out of her pussy and licked them greedily.

Why was she doing that, she wondered, stopping herself suddenly and looking into the mirror. Ah, yes, she had seen the female apes do that. They often licked their cunt cream. Sometimes, they fed a little to the male to get him aroused.

It seemed to be the same routine to Blair. No matter what the species. Women always had to put out the greatest effort. But it seemed to her quite suddenly, she knew not from where the thought came though, that female apes had it a bit better in the sex and love department.

For once they enticed the male with their smells or their foreplay activities, the males would completely dominate them. She had seen them. In the field and in the zoo.

The males would take over complete responsibility of the sexual mating act. They would jump up and down on top of the female, or fuck her in a standing position, ramming their hook-shaped penises right in between their legs without needing to be further aroused, talked to, or promised much of anything.

Whereas human females had much more to do. They had to continue to keep the male's interest once he was hot. Stroke his ego, tell him he was a good lover, vary the position, suggest a variable. Even buy filmy negligees to continue the wooing process. Promise them loyalty. Pledge their fucking love for Chrissake… even assure them that they wouldn't hate them in the morning.

Well, human men had their good points. Only right then, stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, Blair couldn't think of any.

"Blair!!!" a familiar voice shot up the steps. "Are you up there?"

"Come on up," Blair shouted back. At least Cathy was good company. Cathy didn't have to be enticed.

"Shit those stairs are steep," the girl said, huffing and puffing as she pulled into the bedroom. She plopped her adorable tight buttocks on the chenille bedspread of one of Blair's twin beds and stared at her friend. Her friend who stood there completely naked with her hands on her hips.

"Glad you got dressed for me," she said, swallowing some leftover air and finally catching her breath.

Cathy Meltzer was Blair's best friend. Had been since childhood. She and her parents lived next door. The father was a veterinarian. A wealthy family, but unpretentious. Blair liked that.

Cathy had been to the top schools in the country, but she always spent her summers cleaning out her dad's dog kennels and tending to sick cats. They shared a deep love and appreciation of nature, and most especially, of nature's creatures.

"I'm just getting dressed now," Blair said, nonchalantly. She had always had a rather nonchalant attitude about her nudity.

She didn't mind that anyone saw her in the buff. Cathy hardly counted at all. Not that she had no scruples. Just that she had long ago adopted the attitude of the animals her father studied… nudity is the natural state of things. Why be ashamed of it? The animals aren't.

"Good," Cathy said, eyeing her friend with a teasing little grin, "I'm glad you're not going to Dr. Divers' dinner party completely naked."

"It's a thought," Blair said, stepping into her black nylon panties. She loathed underwear. Maybe she wouldn't wear any. She paused a moment and decided she wouldn't.

"You're not serious," her friend said, seeing Blair step back out of the sexy hot little panties and toss them on the bed.

"Oh, shit, Cathy, I'm gonna wear clothes," the girl said, putting her hand on her soft cotton safari shirt, "just not gonna wear underwear."

"Savage!" Cathy said, swinging her adorable legs as she sat on the bed and grinned at her friend.

"Thanks," Blair said, unbuttoning the shirt and stretching her luscious body out to slip into it, "I consider that a compliment."

"I know," Cathy said, "that's because you're warped."

"No," Blair said, buttoning the thing up all the way to the neck, "I'm practical. You ought to know that by now."

She stared in the mirror at the rather prim appearance the shirt had, even though it was thrown over a curvaceous and tantalizingly big bosom. She unbuttoned the shirt low enough to show the tops of her breasts.

"Gonna give the locals something to spill their soup course over?" Cathy said, putting her hand over her mouth to stop the giggles.

"Why don't you come along and see what does happen," Blair said, "you've never had a chance to attend a really boring academic dinner. Guaranteed dullest evening in memory."

"No thanks," Cathy said, "I've got a date. A hot date."

That was a little odd. Cathy was a beautiful raven-haired little pixie. But her tastes usually ran to dogs, cats and other assorted domestic animals. She was a normal, sexy nineteen year old, but Blair seldom saw her with a guy.

"Who?" Blair said, shaking her slacks out and stepping into them. She wiggled her hot, taut hips around, to fit the pants around them. They were tight, the way she wore most of her clothes.

"A guy from school. Named Harold Rhymer. Sounds hot, doesn't he?" Cathy again tried to muffle a giggle, but it slipped out.

"Look," she said, "why don't you stop by the house later? Bring your date."

"I would like to say good-bye to your dad," Cathy said, sitting up and bringing her weight to the balls of her feet. It was getting near time to go if she wanted to go and get ready. It wasn't every Saturday night she went out. "When are you two leaving?"

"Ship leaves tomorrow night," Blair said, "around eight."

"Wow!" Cathy said, a note of admiration coming into her voice, "what a blast! A cruise to the jungles of darkest Africa…"

"Well, it's not exactly a cruise. We're going by ocean liner, but it's not a luxury vessel. And we're not going to darkest Africa. We're going to the jungles, but there are mountains there, too."

"It must be something to go to a wild, untamed place like that. Nobody to bother you. No parking tickets, no traffic jams, no TV, no supermarkets…"

"No black-tie dinner parties," Blair continued, "no inflation, no college upper crust snobs, no disgusting men…" Her voice cut off. She hadn't meant to say that exactly that way. She hadn't meant to say 'disgusting men' like that. It slipped out. But it did slip out.

Perhaps she had meant it in some strange way. Some way she couldn't quite fathom. "I'm off," Cathy said, hopping up and scurrying toward the door. "See you later… savage!"

She laughed as she went running down the steps. Blair heard her laughter all the way down the stairs. What the hell was she laughing at?

The dinner-party was every bit the atrocity that Blair suspected it would be. The food was tasty enough, but the company sucked.

Professor Divers was regally seated at the head of the assembled guests. The little party was his way of bidding a fond adieu to his department's most prized professor and most fierce competitor. None of his books had ever been published for popular markets. He wrote long, scholarly studies on the mating habits of flatworms and the nocturnal activities of the two-toed sloth. In other areas, he had even less to offer.

"Blair, dear," he said, grasping her hand with his gnarled hairy one, "you're looking positively radiant this evening."

What a bunch of crap! He was patronizing her and she knew it. How could he say such a thing anyway? She was wearing khaki pants, a khaki blouse and Army boots, for Chrissake.

"What are you going to do with all that lovely hair?" Mrs. Divers said, nodding her head in Blair's direction, "I expect you'll have to cut it off."

"Well, the jungles are steamy," Blair said, stirring a little milk into her cappucino, "but I've decided to risk not going bald for the occasion. I'm thinking of wearing it in braids or something."

Actually she hadn't given it much thought.

"Such a lovely color," Owen Divers chimed in. He was such a sweetie. Always waiting for Mommsie and Daddykins to have their say before he opened his mouth, "Do you call it Titian blonde, I believe?"

"Strawberry blonde," her father said, reaching for the sugar, "like her mother had."

For some reason, it still made Blair feel a little sad every time he brought up her mother. Why couldn't he just find a nice college widow and get remarried? She would miss him terribly, but the man must get lonely. Surely at least just for companionship… Her thoughts were cut off by the very charming Mrs. Haver, the wife of another Zoology professor. One whose specialty was long-legged birds.

"Aren't you afraid you'll be a bit lonely out there in the bush?" she said, lifting all three of her chins up as she raised her head and eyed the girl, "I was. My goodness, the year Jackson and I spent there, I nearly lost my sanity. No one to talk to, no one to listen to me, except Jackson, of course…"

Blair was vaguely aware that Mrs. Haver was droning on ad nauseam. But something the woman had said made her thoughts rush off and carry her along with them. What was it?

Ah, yes, the loneliness thing. Why wouldn't she be lonely out there? Away from everything and everyone she knew that was familiar to her. Not another white person around for hundreds of miles. Why had she no fear of those outer reaches of the world? Why was she even looking forward to the peace and solidarity of it?

She tapped her spoon on the table as the woman continued to buzz on, her voice rambling off in a jagged monotone. She was actually eager about getting out there. Fiercely eager.

In fact, it's all she had thought about for days. All the plans and packing and shots she had had to get. She had loved every second of it. She would miss her entire sophomore year at college. Oh, she would get her Zoology credit all right. And she needed it, since she was planning to become a zoologist herself. But she would miss homecoming, the football games, the swimming meets, the dorm friends, the dates…

Her thoughts stuck on that last one. Dates. Men. Young men. The ones she had been seeing in the last year. Ah! That alone would make a book. She resolved to write it someday. After she had been celibate for a number of years. That is what she was planning.

To cut herself completely off from sex. To go without it. It had been so ever-loving disappointing this last year. And, often, before that, too. Not that the guys she had been with were animals. That was just the problem. They weren't animal enough.

There hadn't been a risk-taker, a devilishly daring one, a really energetic one, a truly macho one in the bunch. There had been some incredibly good fucks, though, she had to admit. And a couple of them had been superior. But no tingle as far as she was concerned.

There had been Gary Fulton. He had been a lot of fun. A super guy, really. Captain of the swimming team. A body like an Olympic star. Not handsome, but then, she never really saw the use of handsome men. They were just so stuck on themselves.

But he had been rugged and outdoorsy. Not like little darling Owen who sat across from her now, trying to flirt with her. Owen was two years older than her, but she always felt she was babysitting him whenever they were alone.

Their one and only date had been a disaster epic. He had taken her to a remote beach for a quiet, private swim. At least that's what he said. And she had gone there, to get just that.

She had ridden all the way out to the ocean cliffs with him and they had skipped across the sand together. That part had been fun. She even dared to hope that they might be friends if they could have a bit of fun together. But then, the shit hit the fan.

When she stood up and threw her towel down and peeled off her sweat shirt, Owen had gasped.

"What's the matter?" she said, unzipping her jeans and stepping out of them. "I thought we were going swimming."

"I thought you'd be wearing a bathing suit," the shocked young man had said, his glasses fogging up even in the clear light of that sunny afternoon.

"You said it was a deserted beach," Blair said, "what's wrong with a nude swim?"

She stood staring at him, her hands thrust up to her hips and back arched bravely against the salty air.

"What if…" the startled lad began, "what if somebody sees you?"

"Then they do, I suppose," Blair shouted back. She was getting pretty fed up with Owen Divers and they'd only been together an hour.

"Does your father know you go around like that?" he asked, carefully lowering the zipper of his linen pants.

"My father doesn't much care how I go around," she said, shaking her head in disbelief that anybody could be so fucking dense as to object to a little nudity in such a private setting.

Owen stroked his razor-clean face and smiled a cautious, edgy grin, "maybe you'd like me to go in like that, too?"

"Do whatever you like," Blair called back to him as she kicked the sand up behind her heels and headed toward the noisy surf.

She didn't much care what Owen Divers did. Nor any of the men she had seen in the last few years. But there had been one… when was it… a long time ago. How far back was that?

It was in Ceylon. Sri Lanka, they called it now. In the jungles. She had only been twelve years old at the time. But it was a thing she had never forgotten.

Funny how some memories lingered and others just drifted off like fog in early morning. But this was one memory that stood out in her mind. One she couldn't forget, and didn't want to let go of.

There had been a temple. A kind of gold and ivory thing. Huge, forbidding, and completely overgrown with thick jungle foliage. Her father had set up his base of operations there, along with two of his associates and some local hands.

The men were Ceylonese. Blair remembered them very well. They were dark, fierce-looking men with simian foreheads and sturdy shoulders.

She admired the way they plowed through the jungles with great agility. And, she remembered how they looked at her strawberry blonde hair and pointed excitedly the first time they saw it.

Their interpreter told them the cause of the men's excitement. Blonde hair was unheard of around these parts. They thought she was some sort of Goddess. A vision come back to bring them good luck.

And, of course, those men were very nice to her. One of them had a son, a boy not much older than her, though it was difficult to tell age among people so dark-skinned.

He was incredibly handsome, with a furrowed, heavy dark pair of eyebrows that almost touched above the bridge of his nose. And masses of wavy blue-black hair.

Blair had been especially drawn to that. She loved hairy men. She couldn't tell why exactly, but the clean-shaven men who had filled up her social calendar recently just didn't turn her on to look at them.

Guji did. That was the boy's name. And she loved to watch him. He was as graceful as a ballet dancer, but incredibly masculine all the same. His biceps were huge and his legs were lean and well-muscled.

But that fierce, handsome face of his with its dark shadows and piercing sloe eyes. That had done a real number on her.

Maybe she had just been a hot little girl all her life. But she did remember being physically turned on that year. Turned on to a boiling point. And it usually happened when Guji was in the area.

They had been camping in the main hall of the temple for about two weeks when Blair first remembered being physically turned on by this lad. She had a lot of privacy in this temple. Even though most of it lay in ruins. There were altars, places behind the altars, parapets, and towers to run and play in.

Her father had come there for the monkeys. She had adopted several of them as pets. They were tiny. Lovable little creatures and so quick to tame. They could pick up knowledge as quickly as a child, she thought, and she spent many hours playing with them.

One afternoon, sitting on the balcony of the east tower of the temple, she caught sight of the men below. They were headed for the temple pool, which ran off from a little waterfall, now nearly covered with thick green vines and ferns.

They had just come back from a day's journey with her father, exploring the local terrain, taking notes and pictures of the wild life in the vicinity. The usual thing they did every day.

And the men usually got back around this time. It looked like they were all headed for the pool and quick wash-up. That beautiful clear pond served as the community's bath, but Blair had never seen the men bathe in it.

They had always let her go in alone, and she was used to it being that way.

But she had never been out on just this balcony when the men were bathing below.

She knew she ought to run inside and busy herself with something else, and leave them here in private, but she didn't want to. She was curious. Naturally curious.

She leaned over the balcony and tried to stay as quiet as a mouse. The little spider monkey she was holding started to chatter insanely and she held her finger over her mouth to give him the signal to shut up.

When that didn't work, she held her finger over his mouth.

"Sssshhhhh!" she told the jabbering little ape as he blinked his out-sized eyes and jumped up and down on the balcony railing.

Blair missed the men getting out of their clothes, because of the thick covering of foliage. But when they stepped out into the sun, she had a clear view of everything. Everything she had ever wanted to see and more.

The white men were all respectably built. They looked a little silly, though, with that tan on their faces and arms and parts of their legs, then that sharp line of demarcation separating that tan from the lily-white of the rest of their bodies. Their dicks hung down white and glistening between their legs.

But what Blair couldn't take her eyes off of was the beauty of those Ceylonese natives. The men were so awesomely dark. Their lustrous blue-black hair and darkly-hued skin glistened in the light of the late afternoon sun.

She was mesmerized by the beauty of their bodies in complete nakedness. Guji was as long and slender and muscular as a Greek statue of a God. She blinked and stared as he ran along behind the older men, his thick, dark cock swinging freely between his muscular thighs. How natural it looked with all its skin intact.

How artificial those men looked whose cocks had been cut and sewn up in some unnatural way as to let their dick knobs show a bit at the tip.

She watched the lad enter the water, one leg at a time. As he spread his perfect limbs, she caught a glimpse of his tight, bulbous balls hanging just behind his man meat.

What a sight. She felt hotter than the noon day sun just watching him slip into that water.

The men did their wash-up and left quickly. But Guji swam around, floating in the clear, cool water like a little brown dinghy.

Blair forgot herself a moment and turned toward the balcony stairs. She rushed down them two and three at a time. What in the world had gotten into her, she didn't know.

By the time she got to the bottom, she had her denim pants and flannel shirt off. She pushed the broad overhanging leaves out of the way and cut a path toward the place she knew the pool to be.

"Hi, Guji," she called, standing on the carved rocks at the side of the water, "can I join you?"

The startled boy grinned up at her and beckoned her into the water. Neither of them had the least notion that they might be tempting fate if they were to bathe nude together.

Blair's father had never discouraged her from getting naked and going for a swim, provided of course, she knew the other party. And Guji's family and friends were no less close to nature in their approach to bathing.

"It's cold," Blair said, dipping her toe into the water.

"It warms up," Guji said, his white teeth flashing against his dark mahogany skin.

He felt himself getting a little warmer even as he mentioned this phenomenon to her. He watched her peel off her nylon panties and tight little bra and step into the water.

His cock stiffened up, even in the chilly pool as he saw her spread her legs and step down. He caught a flash of cunt meat just then, no doubt about it.

Sweet, juicy pink petals of it, surrounded by a heavenly light fringe of halo hair. Just a fringe, but cushy and inviting.

"Let's climb up on these rocks and dive in," Guji said, anxious to do something besides lie there and feel his dick swell up.

"Great," Blair said, breast-stroking over to the rocks and stepping out. She placed one foot on the smooth rock and it slipped out from under her. She landed in the water with a splash and came up laughing.

"I better help you," Guji said, swimming over to her.

He made a brace by interlacing his fingers and she stepped up on it and grabbed a prominent piece of rock.

The boy couldn't help looking up into the sweet, pink tunnel that stretched out hotly, then snapped shut again as the girl closed her legs. But he had gotten an extremely good view of the girl's cunt, and from under it, too.

Those delicious folds, that adorable cunt tunnel, the moist dusky rose sphincter of her ass. He couldn't decide which one he would like to get his fingers into first. And then there were those nubile, upturned perfect little tits of hers. "Come on," Blair cried down to him, as soon as she landed on a safe place, "come up here and we'll jump in together."

The boy made a quick job of scrambling up to the rocks where the girl stood, poised to dive into the water. Well, it was now or never, he figured. His father wouldn't let him stay out there all day.

Blair watched as the handsome young Indian pranced toward her. She had a hard time focusing on his face and tearing her eyes off his delicious cock rod. It was even longer and thicker than when he had stepped in the water. She wondered if she might have anything to do with that.

"Do you want to kiss me?" the black-eyed lad said to her, as he got close enough to touch her.

"I don't know," the girl said, shaking her long, wet hair out of her eyes. "Why?"

Actually, she did want to do that. And she wanted to put her hand on his cock, too. To feel it and explore every inch of his round, smooth manhood.

She had a hunch she might just get a chance to do that this afternoon, if she played it careful.

"Because, I want to kiss you," Guji said, staring down at her pert, taut little peaks of tit perfection.

"Then, let's," Blair said, as though he had just made a perfectly natural request.

"Come over here," the dark-skinned lad said, "we'll be out of the sun."

They would also be out of the range of any prying eyes that come from the temple, too. But he wasn't sure he should tell her that just yet.

It's a good spot, Blair thought, as the boy pointed toward the bush, it will be impossible for anyone to see us from up in there.

A few monkeys scampered out of their way as they climbed up the steep rock and made a beeline for the grassy little spot that lay under the huge palm tree.

"This is great," Blair said, smiling at him and surveying the lay of the land, "I never even knew it existed."

"Lots of things to learn about in the jungle," the boy said, clutching her hand and pulling her gently down toward the grass. "Lots of things."

"Yeah," the blonde nymphet said, flashing her green eyes admiringly at the boy next to her.

Part of what she was admiring had started to stir in the nest between the boy's legs.

"I wonder," Blair said, sticking her tongue into her cheek cautiously, "if I let you kiss me, can I feel your body?"

The boy sat up with a start. Not that it was an unreasonable request, but it was just so surprising to hear a girl talk this way.

He leaned over and found her mouth by slurping his tongue around on her lips. He pried those luscious, pouty pink lips open with his tongue and pressed her body into his by taking a hold of her shoulders.

Their tongues met, probed and explored each others' mouth. Blair stuck her nubile little tits into the boy's chest and rubbed them around and around in hot, erotic circles.

Where had she learned to do that? She marveled at herself. This was as close as she had ever come to having sex with anyone, and she felt totally comfortable, completely at home with the prospect.

"Spread your legs apart," the boy said, "I want to sit inside them."

Blair spread her legs apart a bit.

"More," the boy urged, "here, I'll show you."

He reached down with his strong, muscular hands and gripped the girl's smooth flanks. He stretched her legs wide and bent them at the knees, placing her bare soles down on the grass.

"That's better," he said, edging inside her widespread limbs.

"Sure is," Blair said, staring down at the top of her cute little cunt crack. She noticed how her clit stuck out in that position. Bobbed up right between her plump little cunt lips.

And her clit wasn't the only thing in view bobbing up. Guji was developing a man-size erection. She watched in awe as the thick, hooded thing swelled massively and reached for the tree tops.

His thick, dark tight balls bounced hotly up under the base of his wet, hardening cock shaft, giving her a spectacular view of an erection in full blooming glory.

"Mmmmmm," Blair said, studying the way the thick foreskin peeled itself back as the hard shaft shoved it persistently out of the way.

"You're beautiful," the boy said, sitting up a bit and slipping his heels under his ass cheeks. He leaned into her and found her mouth again and diddled it hard with his tongue.

"Can I touch you now?" Blair said, wondering if she should wait till his cock had grown to its fullest height or touch him while it was still in the process. She definitely didn't want to disrupt any activity down there.

"Go ahead," he said, spreading his knees apart and sticking the smooth, dark tip of his cock head up toward her.

Blair reached a shaky hand out and brought it down on the top of the boy's thick, hard cock dome. She circled it around a bit, picking up some of the tacky clear juice from his heavenly dark cock slit.

She fingered the thick ridge of his cock rim and patted his shaft.

"That's okay," the boy said, "just slide your hand down it. It doesn't hurt or anything."

Blair felt a tingle shoot through her cunt lips as she braced her hand around the boy's thick, hard dark prick stick. She slid it down a ways, and then back up again.

"If you go up and down all the way, it's very pleasing, too," Guji said, adjusting his weight a little on his haunches and smiling tenderly at this uninhibited girl.

"Why don't you put your hands on me, too," Blair said, unable to shake the tingle off her cunt lips. "Put your fingers on this."

With her free hand, she pointed to the clit that was jutting between the lips of her sweet, blonde pussy mound.

Guji found the thick, slippery clit, sticking out there as big as a thumb and began massaging it around and around. He loved the way it felt under his fingers. He pressed it this way and that and felt the girl squirm with delight under his manipulations.

"That's delicious," she said, feeling her breath come out in thicker and heavier gasps.

She found herself tightening her grip around the boy's glistening big cock pole. She slithered her hand up to the top and ran her fingers around that hard, tantalizingly smooth head again before she dove them back down to the base of his dick.

What a wonderful game, Blair thought to herself. I wonder how long we can play at this before someone stops us.

But nobody did.

The cool breeze from the jungle depths disturbed the leaves, letting the sun in for her to get an even better look at the boy's hard, dark man cock. It shone brilliantly as the sun flashed on it. It reflected the water off it, as well as a thin layer of pre-cum that she had unknowingly coated it with each time she traced the smoothness of his dick dome and sped her gripping fingers down the length of his throbbing, big man tool.

"Uh, oh," Guji said, letting out a few words after that that Blair didn't understand.

"What?" she said, as she felt the luxury of his fingers playing her clit around and around and back and forth. She was about to go off herself, just from the delightful, non-stop friction that the boy was creating on her love button.

"I think it's time to leave you," the boy said, smiling a little sheepishly.

"Oh, no," she said, shaking her blonde wet hair in anger.

"I don't want to," he said, gripping his free hand into the ground and tearing up clumps of grass in an attempt to stave off the hungry beast that would any moment burst free from his loins.

"Oooooooh," Blair said, as she saw sparks in front of her flapping eyelids. She was very close to coming herself.

The boy wiggled his anxious hips around and around in ever-faster circles as the girl continued her up and down movements on his thick, sliding fuck pole.

"Oh, no," he said, biting on his lower lip, "I'm going to leave you now."

"Please don't," Blair protested, blinking back the huge come that lay just under the lips of her swollen cunt.

"I don't want to," Guji said, thrusting his hips hard up and down in an ever-increasing speed rhythm, "I have to." He felt the inner reaches of his balls sputter and cough. They spit forth the warm, growing jism load that shot down the length of his rock hard pecker and burst out of the cock slit at the tip.

"Wow!" Blair said, sitting up and taking even fonder notice of the action at the top of the boy's cock knob. The white gush of furious hot cream came roaring out of the opening in a perfect line and headed straight toward her out-stretched cunt lips.

She felt it strike the petals of inner cunt folds as she leaned her head back and shot off a wild, bubbling juice load of hot, erotic orgasm.

The white sheet just kept coming at her in a continuous stream of thick goo.

"Can I taste it?" she said, holding the boy's still hard pecker in between her hands. The sounds of the wild birds and monkeys assaulted her ears. The feel of the boy's thick dick rod aroused her fingertips, and she flung off into another totally-absorbing sea of climaxes as she leaned her head forward and buried her face on the head of Guji's thickly-erect prick.

How many years ago had that been again? Seven? Well, sex had never been that good since. She suspected it might have had something to do with the jungle setting. The jungle! God, she was looking forward to it.

She and Guji had a great time for the next six weeks, exploring each others' bodies. She wondered if her father ever knew about that little episode. Or the many little episodes that followed. That dark-eyed Indian native boy had taken her virginity out there in that jungle bush. And she had loved every second of it.

Civilized sex was just never quite as good.

"… of course," Mrs. Haver said, in her drippy monotone chant, "I do love the wilds, ever so much. But I prefer to take my nature in books, you see, I really do. I'm just not cut out for such a harsh, unfriendly and lonely existence."

Had the woman been talking the whole time she had been daydreaming? Impossible. But it seemed that she had. No one was paying much attention to her by this time.

Blair looked at her father, who was sipping the last of his glass of brandy. Such a strong, firm, no-nonsense type of man. Maybe she would grow up to be like him some day. She only hoped she could be half the zoologist he was.

"Lonely?" she heard her father say to Mrs. Haver in his deep, booming baritone voice, "perhaps, but there is a kind of quiet beauty to loneliness… if it's self-imposed of course. I find it a refreshing change from all this."

Dr. Fortner waved his hand around the room, and he smiled at his daughter lovingly.

"Me, too," Blair said, smiling back at him.

It was nice to share a little joke with this man once in a while, though he didn't often joke around.

Yes, it would be lonely in that forbidden jungle, Blair thought, but safe, too. Tucked quietly away from all the pomp and ceremony.