The ape girl

CHAPTER FIVE

Blair strolled along the jungle path, kicking at the big broad green leaves that stuck out in the path. She found herself face to face, after a few minutes of trotting along the thickly-matted jungle floor, with the net trap her father and his assistants had set down.

It was a strange structure, indeed. And, though necessary, a bit sad. At least it made her sad to think that some beast was going to be caged in there for a while.

A beast she had nothing but good feelings about. A huge, hairy ape beast. She wondered how she would like it if her father put her in a cage.

But this wasn't a dark, dank, metal cage. Any animal enclosed in this thing could clearly see out of it, and he could breathe all the air he wanted to, since the thing was made of non-destructible mesh.

Then, too, they meant no harm to the creature, whoever it would be. They weren't intending to haul him off to be stuffed or even to be caged in a public zoo.

That was why they had come here. To study the creature first in his natural habitat, and then, up close, close enough to look eyeball to eyeball at.

The thought of it made Blair very excited and curious. She had seen all sorts of monkeys and apes close up, but never the giant gorilla.

He was considered too fierce and wild to get close to. And they would be eating with him. Sitting right down there and having dinner with him whenever his meals were.

And they would sleep right there with him, too. To better and more completely study his habits.

"You might say we're going to ape the ape," Dr. Fortner said, teasingly.

"Everything he does, we'll be doing, too," Blair replied to her father, as she sat on the ground and braided her hair.

They were both greatly excited about the experiment. It had begun to take on an edge of curiosity that even the normally blase assistants had picked up.

Blair watched as two of them completed arrangements for the trap. The final touch was to surround it with palm leaves and twigs to camouflage it.

Then, they set the fruit inside. Mangoes and bananas and a scattering of nuts. Appetizing for the tastes of the biggest gorilla.

The rest was pretty much waiting. That part always made Blair a little nervous. She looked around the camp to see what needed to be put in order. She kept busy for an hour or two unpacking supplies, and cleaning the place up a bit.

"Don't want to be caught with a messy house when the Big Boy gets here," she thought.

She sat down in the sun to soak up the delicious rays for a few minutes. She tilted her face toward the sky and slowly began to relax into a nap.

She was awakened by the harsh sounds of the black assistants shouting to her father.

"Nomma. Nomma gejitti. Jukko, jukko."

They were jumping up and down and pointing toward the cage.

Sure enough, they had a visitor. A big, hairy gorilla. And he didn't seem to like being caged up.

He was beating his thick, hairy fists against the cage entrapment and jumping up and down, stomping his thick, hairy feet on the floor of the cage.

"Kildi, tuma poowrey."

The tallest of the black native assistants ran toward her father's tent and gesticulated wildly toward the cage.

Blair's understanding of the native tongue wasn't broad, but she did pick up some key words. 'Juko' she knew, meant gorilla.

"Dad," she called to her father, "we have a guest."

Her father came racing out of the tent, zipping up his pants. It was his habit to take a brief nap in the afternoon, and that gorilla had caught him during it.

"Good heavens," he shouted as he headed toward the cage trap.

"We got a live one," Blair said, smiling and grabbing her notebook. She didn't want to miss the chance to record her first impressions of the huge creature.

But try as she might to pick up her pen and write with it, she couldn't once she had stared into the face of that beast.

His brow was black and furrowed and his dark eyes pierced her to the core. He seemed incredibly angry, stomping and roaring and beating his chest mightily. The animal was as angry as a charging bull. He snorted and the steam fairly flew out of his nostrils.

She looked at him as he opened his mouth. The unexpected pink inside of it startled her. He was so big and black all over, except for that lurid pink mouth. And those white teeth. And of course, the whites of his eye.

They were nearly red now, he was so bursting with anger at being caught in there.

He bellowed a loud call of pain and injustice up to the top of the trees.

He leaned over and flailed at the bottom of his cage with his fists.

"He's acting like a spoiled child," Dr. Fortner said, "but I guess nobody likes to be locked up without their permission first."

"No," Blair said pensively.

How had it happened that she had become so intrigued with this animal. His body warmed her. His face, rather than turning her off, made her completely happy.

It was such a twisted, horrifying face. But those eyes. Those incredibly deep-set black sunflowers. They darted around from left to right and up and down.

The animal had stopped hitting and lashing out now. He was painstakingly searching for an exit. He explored every inch of the cage trap with his fingers, his toes, his eyes. Then, once he had discovered that there was no escape from the place, he sat down and beat the floor with his fists as he let out low, guttural rumblings from his throat.

"Juko, hi hi chamaky, loi."

The natives were observing his change of mood. Apparently he would go through this for the next several hours, until he exhausted himself. Then, he would probably lie down and sleep a bit or just turn and watch his captors for a while.

"He seems so human," Blair said, as he eyed the watchers around him. His eyes explored every inch of them, taking in the whole spectacle.

"Wonder what he's thinking," Dr. Fortner said, "or if he's thinking anything at all, except how to get out of here."

Another hour passed. The gorilla repeated his experiments with finding an escape hatch. He tried brute strength, failing this. He clawed the indestructible mesh, he bit it, he lashed at it with his toes. Nothing.

He sat down and began to pout.

"Now he's trying to make us feel guilty," Dr. Fortner said to his daughter.

"I'm afraid I do," she said quietly.

"Don't be, dear," her father said, tapping her on the shoulder, "He's just going to have a vacation in a rooming house for a while. An unexpected one, but remember, all his wants and needs are being taken care of."

Blair thought about that a moment. All his wants and needs were not being taken care of. Where was a little female for him to romance while he was locked up like that?

"Let's draw in closer," her father said at last, "let's see if he's ready to accept us."

The two of them dropped all vestiges of civilization, save for the clothes they wore on their backs. Pens, notebooks, cameras and tape recorders were given to the native assistants as they both approached the cage cautiously.

"Nice boy," Blair said.

She wasn't patronizing the ape. She was letting him grow used to her voice. If she spoke in a mellow tone, he might be intrigued enough to want to know what the two of them were about. That's what they were trying to do.

"Nice Juko," Dr. Fortner said, coming close enough to the cage to stare into the big ape's face.

His eyes met his, then, flashed to his daughter's. They locked gazes a moment and Blair felt a little rush of an electrical charge head up her spine.

She so loved these big, brutal apes. That wild, forbidden glance, the simian features. And his powerful hulk. His big, brutal powerful hulk.

Wonder what a female ape feels like when she's having sex with her mate, she thought as she stared at the massive hairy body of the gorilla.

It must feel great to have something so huge and dark and full of soft, downy hair all over you. And they're so incredibly flexible. They can crawl all over you and still fuck the stuffing out of you if they liked. Even at the same time if they're a mind to.

The ape braced his hands around two of the aluminum bars of the cage and stared into the soft, green eyes of the beautiful blonde girl. He had never seen anything like that creature. The long, woven hair, the smooth, white skin.

It was as much a curiosity to him as he was to her.

"I think he likes you," Dr. Fortner said, winking at his daughter.

"That's good," Blair said as she drew a little closer to those two bullet eyes that peered out of the huge, dark head.

They watched as the ape thrust his fingers through the cage, and clawed the air slowly. He didn't seem angry, but one could never tell with wild beasts in captivity. They were completely unpredictable.

"He seems to have a thing about your hair," Dr. Fortner said, "I think that's what he's clawing for."

"Let me get a little closer and…"

"Watch it," Dr. Fortner said, "we do want to get in close, but not too close right away. He should have a chance to get used to the way you smell first."

"Right," Blair said, "Shall we take these clothes off."

"I think so," Dr. Fortner said, "if we plan to stay friendly."

It had been previously arranged that they would stay close to the cage in as natural a state as possible. Strange, conflicting smells might anger or confuse the beast. Letting him get used to the natural odor of a human, outside the smell of his leather, plastic, or cotton clothing, was a better way to get to know him on a one to one level.

And nothing seemed more natural to either Blair or her father than that they should stand right there and get naked in front of that ape.

The natives however hadn't been informed just yet of their plans.

"Kiki lonum dingus, hitupp, hitupp," Blair heard them shout as she lowered her safari pants.

"Gaz… bango," the tall one said as she peeled off her blouse.

They were interested in the nude couple, all right.

Blair smiled as her father stepped out of his pants. He was such a gorgeous hunk of male under all those clothes. And at his age. So well-muscled. In terrific condition, too. Not like those other fruitcakes in the university's Zoology department.

But then, none of them were as good as her father in any other department either.

She watched the heavy cock dangling between his legs swing back and forth as he stood up and moved a little closer to the cage.

She'd like to see any other zoologist at the university get naked in front of his assistants just to study animal behavior.

Too bad he wasn't hairier, the way she liked them. Like Juko, here.

Juko was indeed a hairy thing. So much of it. Such a sweet, thick covering to keep out the jungle insects and insulate his skin in the cool of the evening.

Why didn't all humans have such a thick coat like that, she wondered. It would sure save a lot on clothing bills. No need for a fur jacket if you had that delightful layer of black thatching over you.

She found herself again daydreaming about what it might be like to fuck one of these things, but her father's words stopped her.

"He's definitely grabbing for your hair," he said, "want to risk going a little closer and letting him touch it? I'll distract him if he gets rough with you and you just move off."

Blair could hardly wait to get there. She ambled up and held one of her braids in her hand. She dangled it to within four inches of his face. Then, she put the end of it in his hand.

She felt the powerful black fingers squeeze the tip of her braid. She watched in awe as the gorilla drew his face toward it, sniffing it through the aluminum mesh. She watched as he brought his mouth to the mesh and stuck the tip of it into his mouth.

Then, she looked into his eyes a moment, in the little room there was to turn around a bit. He was clearly enjoying the touch and feel of that long blonde hair.

"That seems to be getting him aroused," Dr. Fortner said, "there's some elongation of the phallus."

Blair looked down between the gorilla's legs. Indeed there was elongation of the phallus. And more than that, Blair noted the thickness, too.

For though the animal's penis was not gargantuan in length, it certainly made up for what it lacked there by being thick. And the sweetly inviting color!

A delicious passion fruit pink. With winding purple and bluish veins swirling around it and up and down it as well.

Just staring at that hard pink cigar with its thick hide and deeply-set slit made Blair aware that she, too was getting a little hot from all the excitement the gorilla was feeling.

Or was it coming just from her? Impossible to tell, really. But it was such a delicious spectacle to watch and be part of.

The big monkey stuck his dick into one of the mesh slots and it stretched wide to make room for it.

"Do you think intercourse is indicated?" Blair said, trying not to let it show that she too was feeling aroused.

The tips of her nipples became darker in hue and perked up into hard, rubbery ridges.

"Possibly," Dr. Fortner said back blandly, "or he could just be showing off."

"Is that common?" Blair said, wondering how lucky a female ape would be if every time a mate wanted to show off, he just stuck his erect pecker out. So much easier and simpler than racing a sports car or buying leather boots. Or trying to impress a girl with their intellect.

This at least, was common language.

The ape continued to handle the girl's braid. By now the tip of it was very wet from having been in the ape's mouth.

"Ow!" Blair called out as the ape pulled her down by the hair.

"He wants that braid of yours next to his phallus," Blair's father said, eyeing the ape curiously, "maybe wants to touch it. Stay there only if you're comfortable, dear."

Was she comfortable? Was she ever.

She only hoped he wouldn't get tired of this game too quickly. The ape was turning her on like crazy. And his sudden rough move turned her on even more.

She knelt down on the soft, jungle matting that the natives had woven to stick under the cage. She regained her balance as the ape held her braid fast. She handed him her other braid and watched as he petted that one in the same way he had the other one.

He kept caressing them between his hands, rubbing them, patting them. Exploring their texture and showing that he was completely captivated by the color. He held it up to the light and then he leaned forward, sticking his thick, ripe penis rod out the holes.

He pulled the braids a little into the holes as best he could manage and began stroking his erect wet penis head with them.

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.