are very man-like creatures (or vice versa). Why should there not be a child resulting when a man pumps his seed into an ape? After all, doesn't Darwin tell us that we all descend from a common ancestor?
A recently as the early twentieth century in Europe scientists actually were doing experiments trying to mate a man with an ape fruitfully — using artificial insemination methods rather than actual intercourse. Unfortunately for sensation-lovers however, no ape-man or monkey-woman resulted.
But whether in hope of offspring or not, apes would seem to be ideal partners for the man inclined to dabble in bestial sex, because of their human-like proportions and sexual equipment. And despite the obvious perils of close grappling with large apes, which generally are ill-tempered animals of dangerous strength, they have been highly popular love-partners for both men and women throughout history in many parts of the world. Egyptian women commonly made use of baboons for their pleasure as previously noted, and in fact the baboon seems to have been a favorite sex-partner for sporty ladies all over the Middle East.
Apes of all kinds for their part apparently enjoy 'making it' with their human cousins. Without having read Darwin, they seem to recognize the kinship. Mandrills and gorillas are reported to be especially susceptible to human charms.
In the Roman arena the unloosed apes needed no goading to commit rapes on bound human victims — usually young female slaves. Chimpanzees, mandrills and baboons all took part in these assaults. Sometimes the victims were made more alluring to the apes by swabbing their cunt-regions with female monkey piss — a powerful aphrodisiac to the rampaging male monkey.
Not many men or women in the civilized world today have the opportunity to sport lewdly with monkeys. Probably few men feel any strong desire to sleep with a female ape even in their wildest fantasies. But women, who are more likely to be turned on by brute strength and rampant hairiness in a sex-partner, often have dreams of being carried off and raped by King Kong-like creatures. Probably many of them in their waking hours have wondered idly how it might be, actually getting screwed by an ape.
Valerie, the 'star' of the following case report, had such dreams. But unlike most girls, she turned her dream life with monkeys into a real-life career.
For several years Valerie traveled with a small carnival and circus, taking care of the menagerie among other jobs. Now in her mid-thirties, she has written a book of reminiscences about her life among the circus animals, but because of the 'sensational' nature of some of her confessions and revelations, she has never submitted the book to a publisher.
'Some day I will maybe,' she says, 'after certain people have died off and when I get old enough so that I just don't give a crap anymore. A lot of people including my husband would have shit hemorrhages if I put this thing in print now. He thinks I ought to set a match to it.'
She gave me permission however to use excerpts from three chapters, dealing with her life in the menagerie. I offer these extraordinarily frank selections here just as she wrote them.
CASE 7 — Valerie Y.
I worked in the girlie show for a couple of months only, 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 even letting me do the windup 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 pussy. The new girls didn't usually get a crack at that. Naturally the other bitches all figured I must be going down on Brosz, working him for favors, but they had it figured wrong. 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 anymore. 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 personality 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. It was only like a cold in the head he had actually, but that can be rough on a monkey.
They're very susceptible to pneumonia in temperate climates.
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 told him. 'It's not every monkey that gets 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 nights.'
'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 pills 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 cocksman 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. What 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 nobody 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 in my head, at least I had no preconceptions or prejudices to steer me. I just decided when the 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 on his back and patted his belly for awhile. I'd done that before to him and he'd like 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 to 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 one finger up and down it and he started grabbing on my arm — trying to tell me something — but I didn't know 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 to get in 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.
