The Awakening of Blair Fortner: Part 1

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Part 1…

 

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 speciality 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 himand 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.

*****

“I’ll get that,” Dr. Fortner called to his daughter from the living room.

They hadn’t been home more than a half hour, and the doorbell was jangling already. The man had to admit that he, too, would welcome a little jungle solitude for a change.

“Hi, Dr. F.,” Cathy’s chipper little voice called in to him from the front steps. The man stood back and let the exuberant girl and the young man accompanying her come into the room. He stared at the young man a moment, waiting to be introduced.

“Uh, Dr. Fortner,” Cathy said, remembering her manners at last, “this is Harold Rhymer. Harold, this is Blair’s father.”

“I think you’d better have a seat in the living room,” the dapper grey-haired man said, “the rest of the rooms are filled with packing crates.”

“Thanks,” Cathy said, ushering her date into the front room.

Blair came tripping down the steps calling to her father, “Is that Cathy?”

“Yes, dear,” her father shouted back, “and the young man accompanying her.”

Blair’s feet hit the bottom of the steps and she stared a moment. This was Cathy’s date? He wasn’t at all what she had expected. She thought somebody bookish, pale, and drawn … like Owen Divers, maybe.

But this guy was a gorgeous hunk of beefy manhood. Tall and stately, but extremely well-developed muscularly.

And he had a beard. What was it about men with beards that automatically rated them an extra three points in her book? And this wasn’t just a little skimpy Van Dyke, this was a full-blown beard.

Luscious, full, and hairy. Just the way she liked them.

But she shouldn’t be standing here drooling over him mentally, after all, he was Cathy’s date.

“How do you do?” Harold Rhymer said, standing up tall and erect and staring her in the eyes. He gets another two points just for looking me in the eye, Blair thought to herself as she joined them on the sofa.

“How was the dinner?” Cathy said, eagerly smiling over at her friend.

“A little like a wake, only there was less to drink,” Blair said back. “I guess I shouldn’t be saying such things in front of
my father, though. Sorry, Dad.”

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” the steely-eyed, sober man said back to her, “I get a little tired of that university crowd myself once in a while. Won’t be seeing much of them for the next six months, though.”

“Six months?” Harold said.

In spite of herself, Blair found herself bristling at the sound of his voice. It was dark and deep and heavy. Irresistible. Like molasses pouring out of a long spout.

Blair blinked her eyes hard and tried to snap herself out of these daydreams she was having lately. Probably had something to do with not getting laid in the last eight weeks.

“Blair and Dr. Fortner are going to Africa tomorrow,” Cathy said, “that’s why I wanted to come over … just to say Good-bye to them.”

“Business or pleasure?” the young man asked, leaning back in the chair and looking at the fascinating souvenirs of a life lived in the exotic and far-flung outposts of the world.

Ivory, wood-carved statues and stone urns and pottery pieces cluttered the room. Thick, blonde straw mats and animal skin rugs lay on the floor. Spears and hunting blow-guns lined the walls. It almost looked like the African room at the museum.

“Business, but it’s my pleasure, too,” the grey-haired Dr. Fortner answered.

“Dr. Fortner researches Greater Primates,” Cathy said, “he’s also written a lot of books about man’s relationship to apes. Did you read Man and Ape Man? That was his.”

“I sure did,” the thick-voiced, dark-haired man said, “great book.”

“Thank you,” Dr. Fortner said, “I’m happy about that one. Gave me a chance to interest the public in our distant cousins,
the apes.”

“Fascinating subject,” Harold said, nodding his head as if in agreement with himself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Fortner.”

“Thank you,” the man said, standing up and shaking the ashes out of his pipe into the fireplace, “but I’m afraid the meeting will have to be short-lived. I have some papers to go over before I travel tomorrow. Blair, you stay here with your friends. No need you running off to bed, just because I have work to do.”

“Night, Dad,” Blair said, rising to her feet and kissing the man on the cheek.

“Goodnight, dear,” he said, embracing her. He stepped to the sofa and reached out to take Cathy’s hand, “Goodnight and Farewell, Cathy. You have our address, I trust.”

“Very good,” Cathy said, bowing to his humor, “but I can write you in care of the university, can’t I?”

“Yes,” Blair said, “every day if you like. But we don’t usually get the mail except once every two months, so I may be getting quite a stack from you when it finally does get to me.”

Dr. Fortner took his leave and the three sat in the living room chatting about things in common.

Blair discovered that Harold was indeed a scientist, too, like her father. Only he was in graduate school, studying Anthropology.

“We have a lot in common,” he found himself saying to the blonde girl after several minutes.

“How so?” she said, “you study humans and Dad and I study animals. That makes us only distantly related.”

“Don’t turn up your nose, Blair,” Cathy said, “Humans deserve to be studied, too. I myself like to study them. Especially in shopping malls.”

“Interesting,” Harold said, reaching in his back pocket for a cigarette.

When he did, Blair noticed a rich, lush growth on his chest, just below his collarbone. What was it about men with hairy chests? She loved men with hairy chest. How come Cathy got so lucky all of a sudden? She had been looking for some piece of beef like this Rhymer guy for some time and nothing so far.

Then, on the night before the night she has to sail away, her best friend waltzes in the door with this! Nice work, Cathy.

“I find personally that humans in some situations behave more like animals,” the young man continued.

“I wouldn’t put animals down like that,” Cathy said.

“She’s right, you know, Harold,” Blair said, “You defame animals by comparing them to humans.”

“Didn’t know I’d find myself in the company of two beautiful animal lovers tonight,” he said, lighting his cigarette with the lighter on the teak wood table in front of him.

“So what’s wrong with animals?” Blair found herself snapping defensively.

“Nothing at all,” Harold replied, “they’re fine in their place. But they are, you must admit, somewhat limited.”

“Yes,” Blair said, “if you define them and explain them in human terms. But we must remember, animals don’t abide by human terms. They have a code of their own, depending on the species, of course.”

She didn’t know why she felt hot and flushed all over all of a sudden. Maybe the heat. But there wasn’t much of that. Possibly the arguing, but this was hardly an argument, either.

Maybe it was that Rhymer guy. He was a big, beautiful specimen of the human race if she had ever seen one. She caught a little sneaky peek of the hair in between his open shirt collar again. It was every bit as dark and thick and ample as she remembered it from the last peek.

Yes, she thought, feeling the little trill of her cunt lips as they vibrated together enough to make her clit stiffen slightly. It probably was him. Why did he have to be so gorgeous and hairy, anyway?

After a few snatches of innocuous conversation, she grabbed a hold of Cathy by her jacket lapel.

“Let’s go into the bathroom, uh, the kitchen a moment, Cathy,” she said, trying not to sound too eager, “I have to show you something.”

Cathy bounced up and wondered to herself what in hell her friend was keeping in the kitchen that would be worth pulling her away from Harold Rhymer. But, she padded dutifully after her friend anyway.

“How would you like to give me a going-away present, Cathy?” she said, smiling cautiously at her friend.

“Hadn’t thought much about it, Kid,” Cathy said, leaning against the kitchen counter and eyeing the refrigerator, “What have you got in mind?”

“Harold?” Blair said in a quiet, deadly little voice.

A full twenty seconds before an answer.

“No way, man,” her diminutive friend shot back, “I saw him first.”

“Oh, come on, Cathy,” she begged, “wouldn’t it be a blast? The three of us together? It’s only for tonight. It has to be.”

“Are you crazy?” Cathy said, staring wide-eyed at her friend and neighbour. What did this looney tune dame have on her mind anyway? Did she think she was a faggot or something?

“You think I’m queer, is that it?” Cathy said.

“Oh, Cathy,” the blonde girl said, feeling a rush of hot steam escape her lips and trying to get a grip on her patience, “Threesomes don’t mean you’re queer.”

“Who said anything about a fucking threesome,” Cathy felt near to the boiling point. Not that she didn’t want to get it on with Harold. And maybe someday, she’d even like to get it on with Blair. But both of them. In the same night? She was hardly prepared for a double whammy like that all at once.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Blair said, “please? For old time’s sake?”

“What old times?” the fuzzy-haired girl shot back hotly, “we’re only nineteen.”

“Give it a try, Cathy,” a voice said from the doorway, “you might like it. Besides, I won’t think you’re queer, either of you.”

They fell apart like the waves of the Red Sea in the wake of Moses and the Israelites.

Harold Rhymer strolled casually into the kitchen, letting the swinging door flap behind him.

“I couldn’t help overhearing,” he said, “sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be,” Cathy said, in mock gaiety, “Happens all the time. I just can’t stop going out with adorable, brilliant men that my best friend falls head over heels in love with the minute I introduce them.”

“It’s hardly love, Cathy,” Harold said, leaning against the wall, “just strong physical attraction.”

Blair had to shake her head to be sure she heard him right. How the hell did this male know so much anyway? Apparently he had instincts she didn’t know about. Good healthy instincts. Animal instincts.

“He’s right, Cath,” Blair said, smiling gamely at her friend,

“I’m not nuts about him. It doesn’t work like that. I just like him. Maybe even just for tonight.”

“We can go right on seeing each other, Cathy,” Harold said, his voice the essence of calm composure, “if we both want to. After Blair leaves I mean.”

“But tonight?” Cathy said, swallowing hard.

“Well,” Harold began, completely in control of himself, “tonight I’d like to be with both of you, if you don’t mind.”

“Wow!” Cathy said, shaking her head and trying to take it all in. “You two certainly have me beat for lack of inhibitions. Guess I’m not that cool.”

“Oh, you’re cool all right,” Blair said, nodding to her friend, “Maybe too cool. If you don’t want to get involved, we can drop it, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Me, too,” Harold said, patting his date on the back, “I don’t want to do anything that would upset you.”

“Where?” Cathy said, blandly.

“Where what?” Blair said, shaking her head in confusion.

“Where shall the three of us get it on?” the girl said, making a face and putting her hand over her mouth to keep back a giggle.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Blair said, beckoning the two of them to follow her. “But don’t make too much noise. Dad may be asleep by now.”

“Don’t want this to turn into a foursome,” Cathy giggled as they climbed the stairs. “Not that I’d mind getting it on with your dad, Blair. He’s such a handsome guy.”

Blair pushed her bedroom door open and the three of them tiptoed in like thieves in the night.

As soon as the lady of the house flicked on the lights, Harold stared at the walls so hard he almost forgot what he had come up here for. There were pictures all over the place. Even on the ceiling. Monkeys, apes, chimpanzees, gibbons, orangutans, spider monkeys, baboons … primates of every size, color and description. Doing all kinds of things.

One of them had a monkey on Blair’s shoulder. She looked to be about eleven or twelve in the picture. She was a beautiful little angelic girl, even then.

“This you?” he said, pointing toward it.

“Taken in Ceylon,” she said, “Sri Lanka, they call it now.”

“That’s beautiful,” the man said, taking off his jacket.

Blair had to hold her breath a moment when the man’s jacket came off. She was more anxious than she wanted to admit. She licked her lips anxiously and waited for him to unbutton his shirt. Dared she hope that his entire body would be covered with that rich, dark lustrous coating of hair that so boldly sprang from his chest?

“I’ve never had a girl eat my pussy before,” Cathy said, trying not to let her fingers shake as she unbuttoned her filmy silk blouse. She flipped it open and let the material slide over her suntanned golden shoulders.

“Wow!” Harold said, staring at her as she let the material of her bra cups up and over her perfectly-shaped hot round tit loads.

“Thanks,” she said, edgily groping for her skirt zipper. She was more excited than she wanted to admit as she watched Blair unbutton her safari shirt.

She had seen her friend nude a lot of times. In fact, she could hardly get her to keep her clothes on whenever they sunbathed or gardened or cooked together.

The girl seemed to be a born nudist. But to crawl into bed with this gorgeous girlfriend of hers? That was something she hadn’t even dreamed of … well, maybe a couple of times.

But she never thought she would see it turn into a reality.

The blonde’s luscious big tit hunks popped into view like twin moons rising above the earth.

“That’s gorgeous,” she heard Harold say.

He seemed to be admiring both of them. That was diplomatic of him. Anyway, he was being a gentleman about the whole thing. Not grabbing ass or tweaking tit or anything that lewd.

The man unbuttoned his shirt, not daring to look away from the incredibly good double bill on the screen in front of his eyes. He fumbled with the buttons and didn’t manage much grace getting out of his shirt, but he was so glued to the spot. He hadn’t seen a prettier pair of girls anywhere in his entire academic career. And to think the two of them lived right next door.

“Glad I’m not your neighbor,” he heard himself say, pulling off his under-shirt. “I’d be over here trying to bang both of you every night of the week.”

“Panderer,” Cathy said, fishing for the elastic of her half- slip.

“Is something wrong?” Harold said, looking at Blair who seemed to be transfixed as she gazed at his chest.

“Oh, no,” Blair said, shaking herself back to consciousness.

She couldn’t believe the beautiful thick growth all over his chest. And as if that weren’t enough, running down his arms, too. What was it about hairy men? She loved them. She hoped he would have a similar black patch running down from his groin to the floor along both legs. That would be the capper all right.

She stepped eagerly out of her safari pants and tossed them over a chair.

“Want some help?” she said to her friend, who was fumbling helplessly with her under panties.

“No!” Cathy sung merrily back to her, “I can manage.”

Harold gripped his belt buckle and stared at the fine array spread before him. The blonde girl’s pussy mound was covered with a thicket of blonde angelic light hair that barely concealed her pussy lips and thick pink clit. It was a sight to behold.

And it was a sight that made his pecker grow long and angry, the longer it was left out of the action.

He felt it throb against the inside of his briefs, waiting, thudding against his zipper, eager to be unleashed.

And her tit peaks were succulent to make a meal of. Cathy’s were no less breathtaking, if a little smaller. Their nipples did provide a dramatic contrast, though. Cathy’s pert, sharp little rose pink ones. And Blair’s rather dark, thick rubbery purplish- tinged pair. He couldn’t decide which ones to chew on first.

He unzipped his big steely metal zipper and let his pants down over his hips.

Blair let out a gasp when she saw his heavily thicketed legs. They were her dream of a man’s legs. Covered from top to base with a lush, shining covering of hair so dark and deep, she could sink her face into it and have to come up for air.

She motioned to Cathy to join her and the two of them slowly, teasingly hooked their hands around the elastic of his briefs and lowered them down over his hardening man cock.

“Oh, my God!” Cathy shouted out first. She had the frontal view as the brief lowering took place.

“Well?” Blair said, coming around to where her friend was standing for a look. The look turned into a fifteen second admiration society.

“Isn’t that something?” Cathy said, pointing to the man’s hardening rod wand.

Cathy had to gasp for her breath, she had sucked so much in when she first brought his cock into view. It was extraordinarily long and thick. A real juicy find. The top was bullet-shaped, with a deep, angular cock slit in the center of the head. His shaft was plump and slightly hooked toward the ceiling, with a rich, thick under vein of bluish-purple that ran the full length of his shaft.

The shaft seemed to be thicker at the base than it was at the tip. A real inducement to taking it up to the hilt. And his balls were full, hard and massive.

Blair stared at the man’s cock a moment, but her eyes couldn’t help drifting off. Not that his dick wasn’t beautiful. But it was his hair covering that had her magnetized. That body coat of swirling, dark man hair. All over. And especially in his crotch. Around the naked pinkish and tan cock rod. Surrounding and encroaching his thick, dark balls.

“That’s a hard-on if I ever saw one,” Cathy said, still fumbling with her panties.

“Here,” Harold said, helping her off with them. He took a look at the sweet triangular spot between her legs. Moist rich auburn hair that neatly framed her sweet little pink slit.

What a find! Both of them!!!

“Who’s first?” Cathy said, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs trying to act casual.

“How about all of us!” Harold said, coming over to her and tilting her chin up for a deep, inviting kiss.

“If he fucks as good as he makes out,” she said, “We’re home free, Blair.”

He leaned the girl back on the bed and separated her legs enough to get his hand down into her cunt bundle.

He pulled a few of her wispy brown hairs out of the way and began skating his fingers around and around the hole of her pussy, building up a sweet friction of sweat, cunt juice, and his own saliva.

“Oooooh,” Cathy said, as the build-up of passion and heat took hold of her cunt lips. It felt like it was there to stay a while.

“Can I do something for you?” he said, his breath finding its way out of his rather excited lips somehow. He looked longingly at the blonde dish sitting on the bed next to him.

“Yeah,” Blair said, climbing on top of his shoulders, “you sure can.”

She straddled the muscular man’s neck and thrust her hot, eager twat into his face. She didn’t care who he fucked, as long as she could rub her pussy in that sweet, hair-filled face of his.

“That beard feel good?” Harold said, bracing one hand against the headboard for support. He was breathing hotly into her cunt slit as he spoke, so close were her pussy lips to his own thick, dark ones.

“Like a million bucks,” Blair said, sliding herself around so that her clit rubbed against the man’s beard hair. It was so unbelievably fuzzy and furry to the touch. Her sensitive, long clitoris grew thicker and swelled with blood as she moved her hips around in hot, erotic circles, straining for every hair of his face to find her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she called as she felt herself spin off into a very premature round of rollicking, heavy non-stop climaxes. She hadn’t really intended to get off so quick. But it had happened so fast. The arousal, the heat, the passion, they were all real.

This man was giving them to her. Just sitting here and looking around at the pictures …

She tossed her head around and around in wild, frenzied circles. She humped her hips harder and harder up into his face as he stuck his rolled up tongue out and buried it up her cunt tunnel. He wiggled it around in her tight, juicy slit, reaming the juices out of it that flowed out and oozed down her cunt lips and onto his chin.

“Oh, my goodness,” the well-brought up auburn-haired girl trilled as she flopped one leg over the other and felt a thick, insistent hard pumping against her cunt lips’ doors.

She reached down and sat up a bit to glimpse the thick, round smooth cock head that banged against her cunt lips, begging entry.

She had to open her lips a bit with her fingers to get that huge cock head up in there. But it was worth it. She humped her hips hard to scoop the head of the man’s hard dick up into her sweet, willing but tight little cunt well.

She felt the thick, hard knob slip inside and stick there.

She would have to pump her own hips and work his dick head in and out a bit with her hands to build up the necessary juice to ease penetration. She would really like for that man to hump her as far up as was humanly possible, so the task was a joyous one.

Harold Rhymer shook his head a bit and thrust his chin up hard to let Blair brush her sensitive cunt lips and clit button against his bristly face.

That seemed to be what she was after, though it had taken him a while to realize it. It wasn’t the usual thing a girl goes for. But then, Blair Fortner was clearly not your usual girl.

He hauled his log a bit deeper into the luscious little Cathy’s sweet cunt spot. Her precious pussy slit seemed to be gifted with knots of tight, engulfing muscles that stroked and pinched his cock knob and urged him ever upward toward her sweet, waiting tight little hot core.

Blair found her even breath again after that series of unbelievable climaxes. She whispered into Harold’s ear. “That was delicious. Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” Harold managed to say.

“Fuck me,” Cathy let out as Harold’s cock rod came barreling down on her sweet, wild hot little pink pussy.

The clear cunt honey ran in buckets out of her tight little slit as she sat up and watched the man’s cock slither ever deeper inside her.

She also saw Blair slip off the man’s shoulder and stand on the bed. What the hell was she going to do?

The man scrambled around until he was lying pretty much up on top of the girl he was so studiously and hotly fucking. He inclined himself up and rested on his hands with straight arms as he looked up at Blair standing there, pussy still shoved into his face.

“More?” he said, dutifully.

He loved fucking this girl, but he certainly didn’t want to miss the chance of sucking that one at the same time, if he possibly could.

“Lots more,” Blair giggled bouncing up and down on the bed and hopping off of it.

“Don’t go away, Blair,” Cathy called out to her friend. She loved getting fucked by this gorgeous beefcake, but where was her friend going anyway?

“Mind if I just eat you a bit?” she said down to Harold as he continued to pump furiously into the tight sweet cunt hole of her best friend.

“I’d love it,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “but how?”

“I’ll show you,” she said, wiping her cunt with her fingers and licking the juice off.

Harold pulled Cathy’s legs up and bent them into her tits. He had a good fucking angle this way, and one guaranteed to send the little girl off into a delightful spill any moment, providing she was willing.

Which she seemed to be.

“Oh, that makes me glow all over,” Cathy said, blinking and tossing her head in wild circles.

Blair surveyed the hot little fuck scene. It was gorgeous and very, very arousing. In no time at all, her clit was poking back out between her lips. Of course, it had a bit of help. She had been diddling it to a stiff peak with her fingers.

She climbed on board Harold’s back and straddled his round, butt mounds of perfection and thrust her clit between his ass cheeks. She pinched them together fiercely with her hands and began working her pussy button in and out of the tight space she had created.

But more than being tight, this guy was giving her a hairy hole to fuck. That was more damned delightful than anything she could think of. His soft, lustrous hair. That downy covering of delicious moist fur.

“Mmmmmmm,” she said as she leaned over and began licking his hairy shoulders. How amply-covered with down they were. How thick and darkly-coated and full and ripe and rich and hairy … HAIRY!!!

Blair loved that word. That implication. She loved dark, rich hairy things. The taste, the feel, the way she could wind her tongue around and play in the lush bush of it.

She swirled her tongue this way and that all over the matting of the man’s shoulders and down his hairy back. The hair tapered off as it reached his buttocks, but seemed to grow in profusion out his ass hole, where she was now plying her blonde wet pussy, working herself to yet another incredible round of all-out climaxes.

“Oh. Fuck me,” Cathy hollered, writhing around on the bed, tossing her luscious hips from one side to the other and feeling Harold’s hard dick ram up, up into her tight pussy tunnel.

She gripped his man tool with her muscular cunt and slid the cock pole in and out of her. She watched as it zoomed out and shown shimmering in the dim bedroom light. It was unbelievably hard and dark and thick and smooth and wet.

“Oh, God,” Harold said as he felt the warm, slippery woman grind into his ass sphincter. This lady was driving him crazy.

So was the one in the front. She was wringing him dry with those tight little cunt sphincter muscles of hers.

He didn’t see how he could hang on much longer, but he was sure game to try. He rammed his hard cock into the girl’s secret triangle hole anew and skewered it around and around. He plugged her savagely as he felt the girl at his back, that sweet, accommodating blonde dig her cunt into his ass valley.

The combination was head-spinning.

Blair looked around the room at all the pictures of her favorite friends … the apes, the monkeys, the gorillas. How beautiful they were, and how hairy. What a fine coating of hair Harold had on him. Maybe he was part ape. It was delicious fantasy, just imagining that.

In fact, it was enough to make her close her eyes and see it in front of her. This big, brutish man, carrying her off to a cave somewhere and letting her lick his hair until she …

“Ooooooh,” she called out to the two of them as she reeled off into a paroxysm of onrushing orgasms. She was stunned again and again as they hit one after the other, like waves of ecstasy.

Cathy’s cunt lips quivered faster than the speed of light as she gripped Harold’s beautifully rock hard dick stick between her lips and pressed them down as hard as she could. The man was bouncing his hips so hard, she felt him touch her bottom. He simply couldn’t go any further.

“That’s crazy,” Cathy sighed, “you’re making me nuts.”

“Oh, fuck that cock,” the man called out, thrashing his whole big hairy body around and around and up and down, servicing both of them at once.

Bringing them both off to wild rushes of orgasmic fury. Cathy lunged her hips up one final, perilous time and spent herself into a series of glowing hot climaxes. Like white heat rushing her whole body, she went up in smoke and flames that threatened to torch her cunt and everything else in sight.

“Oh wow!!!!” she called to the both of them, as she felt the fury in her pussy rage.

Harold humped her harder and harder as he buckled under the weight of his own impending climax. He felt a blast of jism empty his balls and hurl out the end of prick stick, gushing out the cock slit and spewing out into the thrashing girl’s cunt.

“Oh, my God!” Cathy screamed as the blaze in her cunt was washed over by the thick, jet spray from the man’s thick, hard fire hose.

The two of them wrestled each other to climax. And Blair continued her wild humpings and even wilder associations as the three of them burst in and out of each other’s bodies and consciousness.

“Jesus Christ,” Harold said, as he felt the wet tongue bathing him everywhere. His back, his ass, his ass crack, his ass hole, his legs, his toes, and now, the two of them were parting … he and Cathy.

Blair was intervening, sticking her tongue down in there and licking and smacking her lips feverishly. She continued her wild tongue tappings, all over the front of his body and when she came to his rock hard dick top, she licked that, too.

Flicked her tongue across it with incredible power and heat, lifting it again toward the ceiling. And she went down on it with her mouth, licking up all the delicious bits of cream left over from his come.

And then, in an incredible finish, she went for Cathy’s little hairy cunt and licked the whitish goo off of it, too.

“Oh, Holy Crow!” Cathy said, her clit popping up and swelling to new heights as her friend severed her lips with her tongue and made her way all over the inner chambers of her tiny, taut cunt hole.

The two of them watched in amazement, as the crazed Blair sucked all the spunk from Harold’s enormous load of come still left in the girl’s precious, hairy little cunt.

Somehow, the three of them claimed their normal breathing pattern once more. It took a few minutes. But they managed.

“That was just about incredible,” Cathy said, licking her lips and smiling at both of them. “I mean, I never had it so good. I had the best of both worlds.”

“And you didn’t want to get in to a threeway,” Blair teased her friend, as she sat up and headed for the bathroom.

She brought back a hot washcloth and a couple of towels and tossed them to the crowd.

“I don’t have much to clean up after you got through,” Cathy giggled, having her little joke with her friend.

“Me, neither,” Harold said, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. It had all been well worth the sweat, though, he mused.

These two girls were beautiful, bright, hot and altogether delightful.

“Do you really have to go to Africa, tomorrow?” Harold said, making a little mock pout with his lower lip. “We’re going to miss you.”

Blair shook her head in disbelief. Why did something this good have to come along just when she had to leave town. Fate had a funny way of screwing you up just when you least expected it.

“Fraid so,” she said, patting Cathy’s mass of messed up hair.

“Well, we’ll see you when you get back,” she smiled, “at least I will.”

Harold reached for her hand and said something nice to her. But Blair didn’t hear much of it. Her father’s voice came from far down the hall. She grabbed her bathrobe and threw it around her and walked toward the door.

Her father was calling her. At least it sounded like he was.

She raced to his bedroom and opened the door. He was lying there, in the light of his reading lamp with dozens of books and papers spread across the bed. His usual nocturnal activity.

“Blair,” he said, “I forgot. Dr. Divers and Owen are coming for brunch tomorrow. I have to give him some of my papers and Owen has agreed to house sit for us.”

“I thought Mrs. Peachum was house-sitting for us.”

Cathy leaned against the door and managed to stay in shadow. For some reason, she thought she might give away the fact that she had just stepped out of the throes of a hot little sex scene if she came any closer to his line of vision. Or his line of smell, for that matter.

“Mrs. Peachum’s sister is ill. She called tonight and she can’t make it. She has to go to St. Louis.”

“Oh,” the girl sighed.

“So, perhaps you want to get some shut-eye tonight after all. If you want to prepare yourself for ten o’clock with Owen and Dr. Divers, that is.”

“Sure,” she said, turning to go, “thanks.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell your friends to go,” the man said, calmly, a slight smile crossing his lips. “They can stay as long as they like. There’s the spare bedroom …” Blair shook her head and clucked her tongue a bit. How had he figured it out? He was nowhere near her room. The man was clever, that must be it. Clever like an animal.

“You weren’t peeking, were you, Dad?” she said, sticking her hands in her bathrobe pockets and regarding the elderly man.

“I don’t peek, Blair,” the man said, closing his books and stacking some of his papers on the night table, “but I have good ears, you know that.”

She did, too. She had seen him on various expeditions. He had a keen ear for all kinds of animal sounds.

And human ones. She knew that now, if she never guessed it before. The man knew more than he let on. Much more.

“Just how much did you hear?” she said, shifting her weight back a bit and eyeing him curiously.

“How far back do you want to go?” the man said, snuggling down into the bed and winking slyly. “To an hour ago, or back to the jungles of Ceylon. Back to the time when you were just twelve years old and curious as a baby monkey. You want to go back that far … to you and that Ceylonese lad, what was his name … Guji?”

 

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