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 nibbled his fur 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 anymore, 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 her into a wrestling around and nuzzling situation and the next thing I knew one thing led to another and there he was ramming it into her — ass-end to.
'My God!' I thought. 'Do monkeys do it up the ass?'
But then I saw that he was into her little snatch after all. Monkeys just prefer it the back way around. I never did see any monkeys do it face to face on their own initiative. But even though they always do it from behind, they won't ever go up each other's ass unless they've been taught that way by perverted humans.
I watched those two little bastards screwing and I began to get jealous. Not that I couldn't get all the human humping I could handle around that sexy sideshow bunch. But there was something lacking in all the guys I'd known. There never had been one that really turned me on.
I got to thinking of my dream the night before — how wild and woolly it had been, pumping off with that big monkey. And watching this little fellow pounding it into his female, I couldn't help wishing he was about three or four times his size so he could do the same for me.
Well brother, that set off a new set of wheels spinning around in my dirty little mind. It just happened that we had apes in all shapes and sizes in that menagerie, and maybe I could get one of the bigger boys — closer to my five-foot-six proportions — and do a little of the same kind of seduction work on him that had had such spectacular results with the little squirt from Borneo.
There was a gorilla named Ghengis who came immediately to mind, but I wasn't quite ready for him or he for me. Gorillas are not the ferocious monsters people think they are — they don't even eat meat. But they're strong enough to mash you into hamburger in the middle of a loving embrace and I didn't need that, thanks.
I finally decided to try my womanly wiles on the orangutan. He'd always been gentle and friendly when I'd gone into his cage, and he was a perfect size to be my partner in a dance or any other similar joint-venture between us that might rise out of a developing friendship.
For the next couple of days I only thought about it — getting my courage up, I guess. I wasn't sure yet just how far I wanted to go with Wimpy. I wanted to try erecting his pecker the way I did the little fellers and see what kind of ideas it would put in his monkey-head. But I was afraid I wasn't going to get away with cock-teasing this big old boy. Turn him on and then yell cool it and I might be in big trouble. So I gave it a couple of days of deep thought to be sure I wanted to carry through on it to the bitter end and let my pussy take the consequences.
It flipped me to think of having those long woolly arms of his wrapped all around me and that broad hairy chest scratching my tender hide. I always had liked broad-beamed, hairy men. (That was the only thing I liked about Brosz in fact — his wide, woolly chest.) So I made up my mind I'd give it a shot. What the hell did I have to lose? If the big ape went berserk — well, you gotta die sometime. And if the worst happened and I got fucked to death, at least I'd be sure to get my name in every paper in the country. What a way to go!
Now that I'd made up my mind, the when and where of it was a little ticklish. It would have to be in his cage, I decided finally. Bringing him outside and taking him into my bed like I did the monkey would have been a bit much. Especially since I had no idea how he was going to react when I started to push his 'ON' buttons.
And late at night was the only possible time. Friday would be best for a first try. Rizzo the elephant trainer would be staying overnight in town and there wouldn't likely be anybody else poking his nose around the cages at two or three in the morning.
So Friday I got myself ready. I didn't bother taking a bath that night. I figured the more I smelled like a female animal the better my chances of ringing Wimpy's chimes. About two or so I got myself ready to go. I stripped down to the buff and then put on an old coat for cover just in case I ran into somebody on the way to the other wagon. Not likely, but there could be one of the boys coming through on a short-cut back from town.
But I didn't see a living soul, and I climbed into the wagon, unlocked the gate of Wimpy's cage, and slipped inside — nervous and excited as bell. I felt like a virgin bride on the way to the slaughter.
I heard him sniff and stir as soon as I closed the gate. Then I just stood where I was and called softly to him. 'Wimpy-Wimpy.'
I could hear him shuffling around and then he came lumbering over to me in the dim light. I began talking to him as I always did and held out my hand to him. He sniffed around a bit till he found out I hadn't brought any food along for him and then he sort of lost interest and went back to lie down.
It looked as if I'd have to get more aggressive to break through to him on the sex level. All I had ever represented to him until then was a human creature who brought him food from time to time. I had to make him realize that ape does not live by bread alone. What you need is love love love, baby.
So the first thing I did was slip out of the robe and I draped it over the bars. It gave me a little shiver of excitement to be completely naked in an animal's cage this way, as if I was an animal myself, caged and on display. That thought made me all the more eager to start acting the part. If only I could get a little cooperation from sleepy old Wimpy.
I wondered if he'd show any special interest in me being naked, something he hadn't experienced before. So I called to him again. 'Wimpy! Come on, boy. Come sniff mama's pussy.'
I thought that might be what a female ape would say in the circumstances if she could only talk. I started towards Wimpy across the dark cage and I could hear him getting up again and sniffing the air. I hoped I was sending out sexy smells on the night breeze. I began to shiver again as I came near to him, a little frightened, but impatient to feel his rough, hairy hide pressing up against me.
Then I could see his shadowy form standing just ahead of me, and I said his name one more time and then moved in to touch him and let him touch me.
He made a peculiar whining sound as I laid a hand on his long arm, and then I reached in and began rubbing his hairy ribs and wrinkly chest. I could feel him shiver, and then he settled down into a squat at my feet.
I got down with him and moved up close alongside. Now we were really getting cozy. God knows what kind of monkey-crud my bare ass was sitting in, but I didn't give a crap at that point.
I picked up one of his arms and draped it over my shoulder, hoping that would give him some ideas. But he was being pretty indifferent so far. I decided I'd better quit beating around the bush and get to the point — the point being his monkey prick. The subtle approach wasn't working so far.
So I leaned in against him, rubbing my boob on his arm, and started finger-walking down his belly the same way I had done with the little monkey, heading for the royal scepter. I was real nervous at that point. I figured that once I hit on his family jewels and started screwing around there, it would be for keeps from then on — no backing off. There was still time right then to call it quits, grab my coat, and get the hell out of there.
Before I could think too much about it and scare myself right out of the whole deal, I took a big deep breath, reached down and just grabbed. Right onto his big black prick. I was surprised to find it already halfway hard and
