Our African Adventure: Part 1

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By Suemartin (Edited with Ginger).

 

Somehow I had pictured Africa as being hot everywhere at all times, but that was not the case. The breeze was little more than gentle but it had the sharp cold edge that had to be blowing from some place cold. In this case it was snow. High up in the mountains the white capped peaks stood as towering testament to the fact that here, like most other places it could be cold in winter.

The gray stalks of dead grass waves and rippled before the chilly wind and as I watched the marauding troop of baboons wandering around in search of food. Some were sitting quietly grooming each other cooperatively. They groomed each other searching for the tiny mites that scampered through their crinkled fur. The tiny ticks and lice seemed to be a tempting delicacy destined for their mouth when caught.

Viv and I had come to Africa after receiving a contract to photograph Baboons and large cats. It had been a fortunate set of circumstances that had let me exploit my passion for Photography and animals and be paid for it by a prestigious magazine. The publisher was a friend of Viv’s which help secure the commission against more established opposition. It was an opportunity that we couldn’t turn down.

Viv suddenly said, “Look at that, will you, the randy bugger over there.”

Viv pointed out the largish male who was squatting on his haunches as he held his penis. His back to a tree as he seemed to stare unblinking at our hide about ten meters distant.

“Oh Jesus, I see him. What do you think he’s thinking about?”

From where we were in the photographers hide it was plain to see the bright scarlet penis bobbing about beneath his thigh as it hardened and relaxed alternately under his stubby fingers.

“Your guess is as good as mine, but we can only surmise can’t we?”

She made a girlish giggle as she made her suggestive remark.

“A female?”

“Oh yes indeed. Us probably.”

“Don’t be silly he doesn’t know were here and even if he did were humans not a girl baboon. They’re not interested in girls that way.”

“I bet he does know were here. There’s something stirring his randy thoughts.”

“Like?”

Well, he probably smells us. We are not giving of twentieth first century human female perfumed smells. We’re pretty close to unwashed natural you realize, thanks to very few showers this week.”

“I see what you mean,” I sniffed loudly to emphasize her point. “Well, maybe he does smell us, but could he tell we were female?” I wondered out loud.

“The way he’s staring suggests he might.” Viv looked closely at the baboon and at his blank piercing eyes. “You can’t tell a thing from looking at those unblinking eyes,” She ended non-committal.

“No, surely not,” I was reluctant to see how he could tell we were female. Human yes, but he couldn’t possibly smell our gender.

“Maybe, maybe not, but you have to know something is making his Weiner dance, quite apart from his fingers.”

“It’s kind of cute, well, sort of.”

“Cute?” Viv sniffed disdainfully. “Cute be dammed, those things on all males only mean grief to a girl.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” I said. “Just because you’ve had one bad experience with a guy doesn’t mean all males of all species can be shits. Anyway, I agree with you guys are just pigs and they think with their penis most of the time, but animals are different. I mean they’re natural, instinctive, and do what nature intends for them to do.

“Anyway, all I meant was their penis is a cute color, pretty even, and the way he’s making it dance about is teasing. Besides, it’s a male thing in the morning isn’t it? You know, morning wood. They can’t help it, least that’s what I’ve heard. Oh damn it, Viv. It is kind of a pretty red, don’t you think?”

I refocused my camera and took another picture.

“Everything else aside sure. It’s like a long hot chilly with a nobly end.” She laughed again at her simile and as she did the Baboon sidled away and out of our view of the hide.

I continued taking photos and put the male baboon out of my mind at least temporarily. I refocused my attention to the foraging animals. I was amazed at how dog like they looked with their long narrow muzzles and when they opened their mouths the male animals at least had long sharp looking canine teeth.

Overall the baboon is a large monkey with a dog-like face, pronounced brow ridges, relatively long limbs with short digits. Their fur appeared rather coarse, and their tails were relatively short, which, in this species at least, have a tufted tip. The males were considerably larger than the females, and has a heavy cape, bushy cheeks, as well as the large canine teeth. Not to mention the bright red willies that they seemed to be preoccupied with.

“Oh My God, would you look at that, over there,” Viv pointed toward a large shady tree slightly to our left. There a male baboon was fingering one of the mature females.

“Bugger me, how human is that,” I said at the pure erotic scene unfolding under the giant tree. “Do you think she’s having fun?”

“Would you be?” Viv asked,

Laughing I answered with the briefest of replies, “Hummm.”

“Of course you would. I would. If she wasn’t she would give him short shrift” Viv observed

I felt the need to say, “Not so public, though, but it’s incredible and so erotic, isn’t it?” I felt myself become runny as I watched the goings on between the two baboons.

“When did you get religion, you stood, or knelt should I say, naked and brazen for all to see being humped by a kangaroo in the wide open Aussie bush.

“Well yes, but we knew no one was there didn’t we?”

“Really? Did we?”

“Of course we did.” Viv pursed her lips and shrugged.

“Maybe, but if someone did come along they wouldn’t necessarily show them self would they?”

“Well, no, but no one would be out there. Anyway, I get your point, there isn’t a lot of difference.”

“Nope, none at all.” Viv got the last word on the subject as we continued to watch the fingering pair.

I don’t know what made me look behind me, but I did. There, just inside the hessian flap of the hide, was a male baboon we had seen outside previously, at least I think it was.

I cleared my throat. “Viv behind us.”

Slowly she turned. The crinkle haired main of the baboon looked permed as we looked at him at close quarters.

“God, that’s so weird, he’s still jerking-off. Oh God look at that,” His hand was squeezing and pulling at his bright red penis when suddenly it erupted with a gooey white load of cum that oozed in six or seven surges from the tip. It didn’t spurt like I might have expected it just erupted in copious surging discharges that covered his penis crown and trickled down to his stubby fingers.

The baboon looked down at his now messy fingers. He seemed surprised in a baboon like way. His mouth opened and he showed his gaping maw filled with what appear a set of nasty sharp teeth, especially the long canines.

“That’s so gross,” I observed.

But it got even more gross as the baboon lifted his messy hand to his nose and sniffed at his ejaculate several times, then satisfied with what he smelt he pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked the sticky, stringy webs of cum. Tasting it at first, then appearing satisfied, he began to lick at the mess with more enthusiasm. His passive face showed some degree of satisfaction as he licked himself clean. Then turning with some degree of contempt in his movements. I guess we were supposed to be impressed. On all fours, he strutted from the hide.

“Some show,” Viv muttered. “I didn’t quite expect that.

“That was gross Viv. He was so arrogant. And obscene.”

“Methinks the girl protests too much,” Viv said with mock disbelief

“What do you mean?”

“Well, what I mean is I think you enjoyed watching.”

“I didn’t, how could you say that?”

“Well, I bet you were watching like me and thinking, ‘what a waste’.”

“A waste?”

“Yeah, a waste. I never thought a small animal could have so much cum and I bet you were imagining things as well.”
“I’m calling what he did gross not the cum, that was kind of… Well, erotic, but the licking of his cum was gross.”

“Oh, you must have had oral sex with Barry I bet.”

“Well, yes! Oral sex sure, but no way I would swallow his cum. No way. There’s a place for semen and it’s not in your mouth.”

“Oh really,” Viv said, eyebrows arched.

“Yes, really.” I was getting cranky at Viv’s snide remarks and she sensed it.

“Ok! Ok! I believe you, but that much cum is a waste.” Viv backed off a little.

“A waste maybe but it needs to be where it’s intended to be.”

I could never bring myself to go all the way with oral sex, not to allow Barry let alone an animal cum in my mouth.

“Agreed, but how do we entice a Baboon to get it on?”

I put my camera down and sat on the floor of the hide, “I read someplace that the female Baboons instigate sex by showing their butts to the male. Apparently their vaginas swell up when they are in estrous and the males responding. Grooming is also an important part of the baboon social interaction. Although the grooming involves picking parasites and scabs off each other’s bodies the act provides a great deal of pleasure to the recipients. On many occasions this pleasure manifests in sexual stimulation and baboon males often get an erection during the grooming process. Well, that’s what I read some place”

“Ok, so let me get this. The female can get the male going if she grooms him or shows him a swollen butt. There is one problem, human butts, pussies actually, don’t swell up when we are ovulating. Well, mine doesn’t so therein lies a problem I guess, no swelling, no interest from the boys.”

“I guess it might be but I’m willing to see what happens when I flash my tush in a Baboons face. I’m even prepared to try to groom him if he would let me”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure Ok!” I responded, but I was defiantly afraid of those big teeth, but tomorrow it will be.

*****

Overnight we discussed all sorts of scenario that could play out tomorrow. Neither of us was too sure how things would work out with such an unpredictable animal in its own environment. Things like the baboon’s customs and hierarchy were things we knew nothing about. I have to admit I lay awake most of the night reviewing many of the concerns we had discussed until late. I thought I must be totally crazy. Kangaroos, goats, dingoes and pigs were one thing Apes another entirely. Even things like potential diseases that might be carried by the Baboons were discussed and later they turned over and over in my head without resolve.

The only resolution we came up with was that we had to be patient and hope to entice the same Baboon that had visited yesterday into the hide. That was our territory and at least we had some control there. It seemed that he was the most confident of the troop and there was something that had enticed him into the hide yesterday. However, doing that, we might have to wait for hours or perhaps all day if the same Baboon wasn’t interested. Or more likely had lost interest. He certainly wasn’t the Alpha male of the troop and that might help. He could be a highly sexed and frustrated male who was on the fringe of the troop hierarchy and unable to have an opportunity to breed many of the females, or even any, for fear of incurring the leader’s wrath.

Alternatively and at a much higher risk to ourselves, we might try to go outside and approach a male baboons much as the baboon females did. Crawling around on all fours and turning my butt into the face of the dominant apes was an erotic thought until I/we considered the possible consequences. Common sense was screaming at me not to go ahead with this folly. But as usual lately common sense was overruled by my animal libido.

The red behind could be an issue we had realized pretty quickly. Perhaps none of the Baboons would show the slightest interest in two white skinned humans without a bright red, swollen rear end like they expected of a female in heat. If red was the main stimulant to baboons breeding there may be a way round that. Viv and I had looked at various ways to redden our butts. Things like make up and the juice, red berries that were not good to eat, but stained skin and cloths was a real alternative. It was the only thing to lighten the mood of our discussions last evening.

****

“How did you sleep?” Viv asked as she rolled over on her camp bed and saw me awake.

“Not good, my head wouldn’t stop buzzing with all sorts of things”

“Me too, but I did get some sleep. Had an idea.”

“About?” I inquired when her pauses grew a little too long for me to wait.

“About bare bummed Baboons.” She paused again.

“Oh really?”

“I was thinking if we are really serious about enticing the male to breed you we need to shave you down stairs.” She raised her eyebrows questioningly expecting perhaps an objection. I considered it and thought that she was right.

“I think that would be a great Idea the fury patch around my pussy may be a deterrent.

We got up and had breakfast. This wasn’t a thing one did on an empty stomach. Kind of maybe a last supper if things went wrong. With the warm water from the billycan used in making our morning cup of tea we were able to do a relatively good job of shaving the stubble left after some rather haphazard clipping of the thicker bush with nail scissors from our makeup bags. Not that we used makeup out here, but carry them we must.

I felt the rash of the fresh shave tingling and uncomfortable, but it was a price to pay for a quickie with a baboon I thought rather irrationally.

“Okay, now for the reading. Make up or Berri juice?” Viv asked with her hands forward, palms up, in an encouraging gesture.

“Berries I think. I thought about it last night and I think that I should smell as natural as I can and the makeup will be scented, a little, but maybe enough to put the boy off.”

“Better shave me as well Viv suggested maybe it was me that was attracting the boy yesterday.” She was right and although I had been the one to say I was up for it, we were both here for the same reason.

Both shaved to our satisfaction apart from the tingling chafe that goes with a not so professional shave where things are most tender. We picked enough berries to make a cup of rich red Juice. Returning to the tent Viv pulled out a cloth used for washing dishes and dipped it in the blood red liquid. It looked far too rich a red in the cup, but from experience we knew that on the skin, it was less intense but still bright red.

“Ok, bend over sweaty,” Viv’s smile was broad as she waited until I had presented my tush to her. “Oh, how on earth could any red blooded baboon turn that pussy down,” she giggled, “Makes me wish I was a baboon?”

“Well, you’re not,” I grumbled starting to get nervous now that things were getting close, “Just rub the stuff on and do a good job of it.

The shaven area was red and chafed looking. Viv rubbed the cloth around gently in little circular motions starting at my inner thighs, close to my pubic mound, either side of my backside. Then she worked towards my freshly shaven vulva. At first there was just a heightened tingling as her hand, cloth and fingers brushed intimately across my labia. Slowly and deliberately Viv moved her massaging hand from my vaginal slit to my labia majora and onto the razor chafed flesh of my mound

“Hhhhhh! Oh god, Oh god,” I drew breath sharply as the cloth dabbed across my shaven tenderness. Viv paused.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as if she didn’t know.

“Gees, Viv, that stuff stings like hell,”

Undeterred, she finished her application of the red berry die to my Vulva. It felt on fire down there, but at least she was finished.

“Don’t be a girl, it didn’t hurt all that much, now did it? It looks gorgeous” I growled at her and pushed myself to a kneeling position and took the cloth from her.

“Your turn,” I snapped, but with an edge of humor in my voice that at that moment I didn’t really feel. I felt at least she should have shown a little sympathy toward me.

“Och, oh damn, it does sting something awful doesn’t it,” Her face turned toward me and I saw the beginning of a tear in her eye as she screwed up her face.

“It does, doesn’t it,” I said unsympathetically and continued for a minute or so more.

Finished, I leant back and admired my work. The berries had done a good job of turning Viv’s bum and Vulva a glowing red. I surmised mine looked the same. Her inner lips, Labia Minora, were larger, more protruding, than mine were and when aroused as she was now they distended to form a gorgeous petal affect that was enticing to look at. I guessed it may also be enough to give the Male Baboons the Idea that it might be worthy of some exploration at least with their stubby fingers. That thought made me a little runny and put my recurring reservations to the side at least for now.

We dressed, tossing up between a skirt and jeans. We both opted for a skirt even though the wind still had a freezing edge to it. In case it was going to be a long day we packed a pair of track pants into our backpacks along with our food and Cameras.
The guide, and several other local boys who had been employed to set up camp and make sure we remained safe were taking it easy by the fire that they had built near the three tents and a lean-to that made up our camp. Assured that we didn’t need them today the boys seemed content to remain in camp playing cards as we walked the kilometer or so to the hide that had been built by the boys on our first day after we had been satisfied that the Baboons used this particular clearing each day for foraging and just lazing about.

We had gone only half the distance when I felt my legs rubbing against my vulva. I frowned, but pushed on saying nothing until I noticed that Viv was also looking a little distressed. I stopped.

“That bloody stuff we used has given me the chafes.” I grumbled.

“I was about to say the same thing. My pussy feels all puffy, swollen.” Taking a quick look around and satisfying herself that the boys had remained in camp she lifted her skirt. “Oh shit the bloody stuff has caused some sort of reaction,” Viv looked concerned and I was already making my own quick inspection of myself.

My mound was soft and spongy to touch and my Vulva had swollen enough to fill the normally open area between my thighs that nature had allowed for comfortable movement. Right now I was finding movement far from comfortable. I dropped my skirt and looked at Viv.

“I’m afraid we should have found out more about those berries before we used the juice,” I tried to keep my voice calm but I knew Viv wasn’t buying my new concerns.

“Too right we should have, we must be the two dumbest chicks about. I hope we haven’t done something nasty to ourselves. I had had the same thoughts and was about to suggest we turn around and go back to camp. I wasn’t at all sure what good that would do because there were only the native boys there, but at least we could rest and hope things have settled down. Viv broke into my thoughts.

“It’s only about three hundred meters to the hide, can you make it.”

“I think so, but shouldn’t we head back to camp?

“It’s closer to the hide and I don’t think I can make it back to camp. I’m not sure if the swelling has finished so we better get moving.” With our legs slightly and increasingly apart, we managed the distance to the hide with a lot of discomfort. We sat down with great relief and Viv looked at me with concern.

“We could be in a little bit of trouble here,” she said soberly.

“Just a little,” I tried for a smile. “Can you roll over so I can see what damage we have done to each other.”

“Rolling over isn’t the problem, its walking that’s the problem.” Viv rolled onto her hands and knees after removing her back pack. Her Vulva was puffy and redder than the dye had initially made it. The Labia Majora was puffy and spongy and looked kind of raw. Her Labia Minora, normally protruding quite a bit, was almost hidden by the spongy folds of her mound.

I pressed gently at her puffy flesh, “Does that hurt?” I asked before pressing again. Her answer both times was that it didn’t hurt It just felt tingly.

It was easy to see why it was difficult to walk and easier on hands and knees, from this angle. Most of the swelling was downward and to the front where the pubic hair had been removed. Walking, just chafed the swollen area.

“Well, one thing is certain,” I said as I turned to let Viv check me out, “and it’s that we now tick all the boxes of a female baboon, well sort of.”

“Yes, but walking is going to be a bitch if this swelling doesn’t go down,” Viv said.

I have never seen Viv so concerned about anything.

“I hope it does go down, it was the shaved parts, where the skin had been scraped, that has swollen. Most of the area where we had put the berry juice is distended,” I observed.

However, I guess she had worked that out for herself. “That’s one red raw tush you have there, sweetheart, but it’s still gorgeous.”

I felt a tremor and a deep stirring as Viv poked around my pussy. After we had satisfied checking each other and seeing that in spite of the swelling things were not all that bad as we had suspected or felt. It seemed to be a case of the red berry juice getting into the razor grazes and causing severe swelling that we hoped would go down in time, hopefully during the day.

Finished and skirts back in place we went to the hide observation slits. They’re coming into the clearing as regular as clockwork was the Baboon troupe. They were spreading out across the width the clearing after emerging from their forest roosts where they remained safe from predators during the night.

“Here they come,” Viv observed, “You still up for it?”

“I think so.”

I again had second thoughts as the troop moved nearer. I found myself looking through the telephoto Lens at the fringe males. Those that gave the arrogant but gorgeously flowing Maine leader a wide birth. Sure enough the one who showed an interest in us yesterday was on the extreme edge of the large band of Baboons, and it seemed, making for our hide. I was sure it was the same one. The small nick in his ear seemed to be familiar. Ten meters short of the hide, he stopped and sat as he had doe yesterday. This time however, he was joined by two more slightly smaller males.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” I looked at Viv. “Surely not.”

“I don’t think it is either, I wonder what they will do next?”

“Well, I’m not too sure, but before my courage deserts me completely I’m going out there.”

“Don’t be stupid, wait and see what they do, they know it’s not just him, that’s a lot of teeth, collectively, if you annoy them.”

I had become determined, totally resolved to take the initiative. The swollen area seemed to be slightly bigger, soft and pliable and I was becoming runnier at the thought of what I was about to do. Caution was playing no part in my thinking at this minute as I handed Viv the camera.

“Get it on film,” I said as I eased down from the hide platform onto the dusty ground. On all fours I crawled slowly around the back of the hide and into full view of the three Baboons. The one who had jerked himself off yesterday was front and center and had the same inscrutable look he had when he had ejaculated in front of us.

Slowly but deliberately I moved toward the three male baboons. My knees slightly spread to allow my swollen Vulva enough room to avoid any discomfort. I was conscious of the fact it was more wanton. There was little point in being coy in this situation. A girl just had to take the initiative just like a female baboon might do.

My head was spinning with contradictions. This was so wrong, so risky yet so compelling. I kept my eyes down as I shuffled closer, now focused, not on the baboons, but my own self and the way I was behaving, giving my best interpretation and acting as a female baboon might. I had seen it several times before and now I tried to remember each move the females had made. I felt sluttish and I remember I had thought that the females had been overtly sluts when I was taking their photos.

Eyes on the ground I was four meters from the baboons. One cautious crawl at a time, I strained to see through my eyelashes without looking up. I couldn’t see their faces, but I could see their legs now. Just there feet as they sat nonchalantly looking about disinterested. I moved forward a little at a time not stopping, but not rushing ether. I could see their knees now then their lap. I was getting close. All three baboons were sporting flaccid penises, one even diddling himself, but as I watched I saw penis give a twitch and harden some. I just knew they were interested.

My mind shifted to Viv, back in the hide, what was she doing? I moved closer. Two meters. Yes, the baboons penis was now hard not completely erect but nevertheless not flaccid. I was close now I felt my vagina make involuntary twitch as I pressed forward less than a meter away, should I turn? My heart pounded. This wasn’t me, I couldn’t be doing this. I wasn’t a slut I told myself as I started a slow turn to present my glowing red butt to the apes. I could no longer see the three prospective lovers.

What on earth was happening behind me? Nothing, not a thing as far as I could tell. I couldn’t see the apes I could only feel their presence. My heart pounded even louder. It is always better if you can see what was happening, but afraid to turn, I couldn’t see. Everything now was happening slowly. The rest of the troop seemed to be moving slowly. Viv wasn’t visable just the camera lens could be seen.

I felt completely naked yet I still had my tee shirt and hiking boots on. What was going on back there? I had seen the females wait like this, what was it, twenty seconds, ten, five, I didn’t know. How long had I been like this my red butt in the air my pussy presented to these hairy beasts. I had to move I had waited long enough.

Then something, a soft leathery touch, warm and tactile on my behind, moving, pressing.

“Ohhhh!”

The shock of a digit pushed roughly into me made me move away startled at the suddenness. With three quick shuffles I moved forward, but the digit remained inside flexing and poking.

What was happening behind me, I again mused and decided I had to look, I turned my head, carefully at first, as much as I could. The larger of the baboons had moved with me when I shuffled away from his prying fingers. The others seemed to have remained as they were when I turned. The troop of apes carried on about their foraging. None seemed the slightest bit interested in what was happening here. The only exception perhaps was the troop leader who perched on a low round rock on the other side of the clearing. However, he, as an exception, seemed to be looking this way intently.

As I grew confident that nothing really bad would to me if I turned I was able to take in the entire bizarre panorama. Suddenly I grew detached from the immediate fingering I was receiving from the enthusiastic Baboon and considered the comic nature of the moment. Here I was a white female on all fours, half dressed, being fingered by a sitting baboon at her swollen behind while the remaining baboons grazed for berries and seeds careless of this bizarre happening in-front of them.

From the corner of my eye I noticed, with a mixture of excitement and a little trepidation, that the baboon, who was still fingering me enthusiastically, had risen from his sitting posture into his hind legs. He then he placed a second hand, his left hand on my hip firmly, almost hurtfully, as he continued to finger me for several seconds probably half a minute with his other hand.

Then everything began to happen. He removed his exploring digit and brought it to his face, sniffing and licking at the stubby appendage. Apparently satisfied, he moved closer to me, placing his hind feet on either calf, behind my knees so that I was now supporting his entire 90lb weight. In an easy, graceful movement he straightened and stood on his hind legs. His left hand was again on my hip. I could no longer see him, but his hands gripped my other hip firmly. My heart pounded and my breath came in gasping irregular gasps as I waited for the inevitable incursion.

I looked up at the hide and couldn’t see the camera it had been three minutes ago, but it was no longer protruding from the slit. I was puzzled for a moment, then hearing the grind of a shutter I looked to the left and Viv had moved to the outside of the hide and was busily clicking away.

I was drawn back to myself when I felt the warm wet touch near my swollen bum. I moaned in expectation of the inevitable. Bump, bump his hard penis poked at my behind, then with no more preliminaries the hardness slid between my swollen labia and into my clutching vagina, warm and wet.

Then, like a demented fire stoker he began to thrust, not short thrust, but long penile thrust that had almost completely withdrawn before it plunged back into me. In spite of the relatively slim penis the warmth of the invading flesh made it different, I was more aware of the invading member than most other penises as it stimulated my vaginal nerve endings, growing more intense with each thrust.

May vagina clenched down, closing, gripping at the male appendage each time it entered deeply. I was building toward an unexpected orgasm. My vision blurred and I began to tremble. I couldn’t believe this hairy beast was making me feel this way. Then deep inside my gripping vagina the penis began a throbbing pulse as it expelled his gooey cum inside me. Immediately he stopped thrusting. I wanted to cry out to him to keep going, but I didn’t. With me hanging on the brink he paused for just a moment longer to make sure I received all of his warm seeping discharge, then he withdrew, leaving me hanging almost, but not quite finished.

Viv suddenly shouted, “June, get over here! Quickly! Back into the hide!”

I looked up and Viv was hurrying around the back of the hide as she pointed past me and signaled for me to hurry with her arms waving.

I couldn’t see what she was panicking about, but I stood up anyway and ran to the end of the hide looking over my shoulder as I did. Instantly I considered that to be a mistake, my swollen vulva hurt awfully. However, when I saw the flowing gray mane of the approaching Baboon, with its mouth wide open and murder in its eyes, I knew what the hurry was about.

I scrambled around the back of the hide and heard the angry ‘Hoot, Hoot, Hoot’ sound of the speeding baboon. Later I realized he wasn’t heading for me anyway, it was the younger baboons he was angry with. He soon had the three lesser males scattering in all directions as he flew among them with an obvious anger of a cuckolded leader. His mouth hung open and his eyes rolled wildly about. Diving inside the hide I managed to get a look at him through a division in the hide canvas walls. He sat and looked about him, seemingly inviting a challenge that wasn’t about to happen.

Viv had already managed to get to the camera hole and had the camera shutter running hot as she took as many photos of the angry animal as she could. She looked down at me as I threw myself into the hide ignoring the discomfort as I struggled to see what had happened outside.

“Your lover boy shore scampered off in a hurry,” she threw at me as she continued to take pictures.

I was panting for breath. The sudden shock of having to move quickly with the handicap of a swollen vulva had slowed me up. It now throbbed and was decidedly uncomfortable and sore. All these things created enough of a panic in me to make me gasp for breath.

“What happened, Viv,” I panted

“Oh, not a lot, mister big out there apparently considered females of all sorts his personal property. When the second baboon looked as if he wanted his cut of the cake on offer, so to speak, it was all too much for Mr, Big and he charged. I don’t think you would have been in any danger, but you can’t tell with wild critters so I yelled a warning when I saw what he was about.”

“Thanks,” I offered

“That’s okay, shame you were really doing good for yourself out there.” Our effort had been worthwhile in a sense.

“It worked, didn’t it,” I grinned broadly as much with relief as anything else.

“It did, indeed, couldn’t have been better. Well, maybe it could. You were in for a gang bang there if Mr. Big hadn’t intervened. Those young’ns were really primed up, I’ll show you the pics later.”

“I realize that, maybe if he had waited a little longer he could have been sloppy fourths. Oh well never mind, it was different.”

“Different? How so?” Viv asked.

“Well their penis is nothing to write home about, but you can feel it more than a guy or any other animal we’ve done,” I said. “Except maybe the dingoes. I mean, feel it deep inside, all of it. Damn, it’s too hard to explain, but it feels nice.”

I looked down at my swollen vulva and saw the stain left by the leaking semen on the board floor of the hide. Viv followed my eyes and also looked at the growing wet spot under my bum then turned to look outside the hide again.

“What’s happening now?” I asked as I inspected my puffy redness.

“I don’t know,” she replied as she continued to look around.

With Viv watching through the hides camera slit and me watching me. Neither one of us expected what happened next. A slight scratching noise and a swish of the hanging bag door made us turn. Mr. Big made his presence known as he displayed all of his teeth in a wide yawn. Somehow he had slipped through the hides door flap and was sitting looking directly at me.

It took a while to recover from the shock of seeing him there as if he had materialized like some time machine. Recovering I made a shooing sound hoping to have him disappear. It was, at best, a halfhearted attempt of a dismissive shooing sound. It was hardly suggestive of me being the forceful one in charge, demanding that the Baboon leaves the hide. Consequently, he didn’t move.

“Of course he didn’t move,” I said to myself. “I didn’t want to make him angry did I?”

Inwardly I smiled, but I was more than a little scared of the troupe angry looking leader.

“Do something,” Viv hissed

“Like what?” Why me, I thought to myself, but instantly realized it was either Viv or me having to do something because there was only us here to do anything. The baboon was, for the moment, fixated on me. So I had to be it.

“Oh shit, not again” I grumbled and rolled onto my belly and rose to my hands and knees with my bum facing the old baboon.

“Good! Good! Smart thinking girl, that’s it, he’s after pussy so make him an offer he can’t refuse,” Viv said.

Viv has maintained her offbeat humor, I thought to myself, but I knew she was extremely nervous. I know I was.

The other three baboons had been receptive to an approach, but this one is more aggressive and demanding in the way he assumed his doggy type stance inside the hide. In fact, except for the huge coarse lion-like mane, he really did look a lot like a dog.

I had known immediately after getting over the shock of his sudden charge that it had been a dominant male thing where, if any baboon was to get a receptive female, it was his, Mr. Big, right to breed her in this troop.

I wasn’t about to dispute that right in the close confines of the hide nor for that matter outside the hide. If he wanted to get nasty he could make a mess of us both in short order. To offer him what the other baboon had already had was no sacrifice.

“What’s he doing?” With Viv so close I thought I wouldn’t upset Mr. Big too much by whispering. I didn’t.

“He’s about to check you out I think.”

“Fingers?”

“Looks like it, will I take photos?”

“Yes, but no flashes. Is he still showing his teeth?” I shuddered when I asked.

“No, but he has a hard-on already, that can’t be bad.”

I saw what she meant, he was a fucker not a fighter though he could be if required. In the real world I might rather be bitten than raped, but under these circumstances the reverse was true. One bight from this brute and it could turn nasty.

The whir and click of the shutter told me that Viv had started taking photos. That she then continued to suggest that the baboon wasn’t put off by the low electronic and mechanical noise at all. I would later learn that all he did was glare at Viv before he got closer to me. His leathery fingers sought and found what they were looking for.

I shuddered at the touch of Baboons hand, although I was expecting it. Perhaps it was because this Baboon was more aggressive or seemed so. At least he appeared to be more aggressive, but perhaps he was just filling his role as the troop leader. He was certainly larger than the others by many kilos. My guess was perhaps 45kg perhaps a hundred pounds, but he looked more than that with his silver mane flowing.

Aggressive he may be, but this fellow was totally casual when he got started. He used both hands to inspect me. As he parted the red, swollen halves of my labia Majora I felt the stickiness of the other baboons ejaculate and my own responsive discharge that in drying had become sticky, clinging to my tender distended vulva.

Again, I wondered what was happening. Viv knew, for she kept on taking photos as she carefully changed angles to get better shots I presumed. Her free eye was ever vigilant of the angry baboon potential movements. However, he paid her little attention to her or it seemed that way, but I could tell from his subtle movements that had accompanied every click of the shutter that he wasn’t entirely happy with what was happening around him.

“Careful with that Camera, Viv. Every click makes him kind of twitch. Don’t make him angry.”

“As careful as I can love,” she replied as she again edged across the floor, “He sure is giving you a workout back there, I got some nice shots of your bits and his fingers as well. Well, nice as in porno I guess.”

“Tell me when he’s finished with me. My pussy is so numb now I can hardly feel his fingers, I know he’s fondling me but that’s about it.”

“He’s taking a sniff. I wonder if the other baboons cum will offend him?”

“What a question,” I thought then took a second and realized what she had meant, “but I see what you mean.”

“No! No his penis just got really hard, I think he is about ready to hump you.”

She had no sooner said that and I felt the tow plows come down into ad grip the front of my hips. His powerful hind legs, like the other baboon gripped onto my legs higher than the first animal and more hurtful. These baboons were powerful, more powerful than they appeared.

The animal was swinging his hips by using me as his support. His hard nobly penis nudged my tender bottom and poked at my anus. I yelped but his next prod was lower and slithered between my swollen vulvas. I winced as he got his angle wrong, but he quickly adjusted and I drew my breath as the bright red rod slithered into my moist vagina. I was amazed at the way these little buggers were able to find a woman’s vagina. It seemed almost second nature to them, too easy actually.

He made a series of short, sharp prods until he was comfortably embedded inside me. Then he began a vigorous thrusting as the other animal had. The deep thrusting was pleasant, not uncomfortable at all. A baboon’s penis was much thinner than a man’s but warmer. A half a minute passed, then a minute and still he continued to thrust in a steady rhythm. No fancy stuff just a mechanical rhythm. It seemed to last forever, then his penis gave a sudden twitch. He continued thrusting and again another twitch followed in rapid succession. Maybe seven or eight penile contractions injected his beastly seed against my cervix. Then a sickening thought struck me.

While the baboon was still inside me, I looked at Viv. “You don’t suppose I could get pregnant from this do you?”

“Hell no apes can’t make you pregnant,” she was confident when she replied.

“Are you sure,” The baboon disengaged as he let go of my hips and legs with all four of his own versatile appendages.

“Sure I’m sure, read some place it’s all to do with chromosomes and the number difference between animals and people. I turned to make sure the ape had moved and to see if it was safe for me to crawl away. It was and I did.

Seeing me safely seated Viv handed me the camera and winked. I wonder how long he needs to recharge?” She had already tucked her skirt into the waistband and now did the baboon female thing of offering herself to the male. I wondered at the parallel in human behavior was but couldn’t think of an equally overt conduct.

It took Viv a few tries to make the spent ape interested but eventually he seemed to be sufficiently aroused to explore the possibilities of yet another partner. All the while I snapped photos from as many angles as I could.

The ape fingered and explored each of Viv’s openings in turn. Then, satisfied with what he found he began to groom her. I wasn’t sure if it was grooming or tangling Viv’s lush tresses, but she huddled in front of the attentive male occasionally running her own fingers through his main. I thought she was doing pretty well and the ape obviously did as well as he hardened and bounced his red penis with obvious delight.

Seeing his arousal Viv edged her own slim fingers close to the thin hardness and her intention was clear. I wasn’t sure if it was such a good Idea, but I said nothing zooming in closer as her slender digits teased the apes belly with fluttering fingers. I held my breath waiting for some response from the ape. He continued to fossick through her hair seemingly oblivious to Viv’s attention. Viv closed her fist about the jutting rod slowly. At first making no contact then I again drew my breath as I noticed first one, then another slender finger touch the penis. The ape looked down at the offending hand. This was it, I thought.

However, the baboon didn’t react. Viv had watched his response and I was sure she had been ready to jump clear but when the baboon returned his attention to Viv’s hair, her fingers again continued to close on the animals throbbing penis. I didn’t know about the throbbing then, but Viv told me later that she had felt his every heart beat in her hand as she began to massage the surprisingly long penis.

Emboldened Viv squeezed and massaged the baboon and it was clear that he was enjoying this sort of attention. Although his manner seemed aloof, he never flinched. Minutes went by, maybe ten and all the while Viv teased her fingers of her left hand through the Baboons long hair while she masturbated the little brute. His appearance now was less arrogant and more sanguine.

“God, my hands getting tired,” Viv muttered without looking up.

Even as she muttered the words the penis jerked in her hand and oozed a copious, thick discharge of cum all over her hand. Viv looked at me with one eye, and said, “By gees, he came, the dirty little bugger.”

“Who’s a dirty little bugger?” I asked. “You were wanking him it seems. What does that make you?”

 

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