Embracing My Inner Primate

By easy gurl.
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My car broke down in the bush as I was on my way to visit friends at a cattle station. I was still about three hundred miles from there and stuck on a track where the chances of any other traffic were minimal. It would be days before my pals worked out that I was missing, so I knew that I would be on my own for a considerable time. Every instinct screamed at me to go looking for help, but I knew that this was a bad idea. I was more likely to be found if I remained alongside my car, so I stayed put. I had plenty of water and food, but the conditions steadily took their toll on me. After a few days of the intense heat, dust, and flies, I was whiffy and slightly loopy. By seven days, I was reeking, mumbling incoherently, and hallucinating.

I was relieving myself one morning when out of the blue, I felt an animal sniffing my rear. Before I could react, I was shoved forward onto all fours and mounted. A fuzzy underbelly settled on my back. Then, dark hairy arms clasped my waist, and a cock began stabbing around my rear end, obviously hunting for its nest. Within seconds, the tip found my pussy lips, got between them, and forced its way in. I screamed as the whole shaft plunged into my pussy and then howled nonstop as it was callously robbed of every vestige of its innocence.

The animal was big and powerful and giving his all. Every trust took my breath away. Soon, my fanny went numb. My only indications of the traumas that it was enduring were the rapid pounding of animal’s thighs on my bottom and the smacking of his ballocks against my legs. His onslaught was ferocious and relentless, and in no time, I was soaked in sweat, panting for all I was worth and delirious.

My stupor cleared momentarily when the animal began to grunt loudly. The male then drove four quickfire strokes of his dick into me. As the last one reached the very depths of my fanny, his knackers began pulsing, and his cock spasmed wildly. The male gave a triumphant shriek as a hot spot rapidly built up inside my fud.

To my relief, the animal now pulled out and dismounted. However, this respite was short-lived. Moments later, a second animal jumped on me and set about ravaging my snatch just as eagerly and ravenously as did the first. Eventually, this male also left a sizeable hot deposit inside me. But this was not the end. A third male then covered me and further plundered my ravaged fanny.

As this third male had his wicked way, I saw my other assailants for the first time when they moved to the front of me and lay down on the ground. Oh my, oh my, I would have cried out in horror had I any breath to spare. They were giant apes, of similar height to me but much more massive. Their cocks were long and thick and still glistening with love juices. I swear that the apes were grinning and why not. They had just accomplished every males’ dream – to sow their seeds in a female.

I was relieved but apprehensive when the third ape finally dismounted. Were there still more unsated males in the queue? I slowly relaxed as the minutes passed without any further assault, and my head began to clear as my heart rate, temperature, and breathing settled back to normal. This period was to be a false dawn, and my heart sank when the first primate got up, covered me, and rode me as voraciously as before. The second and third apes soon followed suit.

How could this be happening? Primates are not native to the country, so these must have escaped from captivity or been set free. They would have been starved of cock action in the wild and must have thought that they had landed in utopia when they blundered upon a female primate. For that is what I was to them—a strange light-skinned ape with a ripe and ready pussy. Given the opportunity to relieve their pent-up sexual frustrations, their actions were inevitable.

The horrible reality of my situation now sank in. Male apes can service females many times a day, and my assailants seemed insatiable and keen to make up for the lost time. Their relentless assault was already taking a heavy physical toll on me, and I knew that I could not survive it for much longer. But I was trapped, with no hope of escape. Once I grasped the inevitable outcome, I became a wailing and gibbering wreck.

In a fit of self-preservation, my brain blocked everything happening to my body. As in an out of body experience, I now sensed things as though they were happening to someone else. This coping mechanism helped me to survive being ravished repeatedly by the apes.

Everything became a blur as the males took me one after the other. They had each deposited five loads of cum in my fanny when I collapsed, banged my head on a rock, and blacked out. I do not know how long I was unconscious, but the sun was low in the sky when I started to come around. My head was throbbing, and I was non-compos-mentis, with no idea who, what or where I was.

I found myself huddled together with three giant apes. Flashbacks of being ridden by them came and went in my head as I struggled to grasp my situation. They clearly considered me to be one of their own, so in my delirium, I concluded that I must be their female. When they stood up and nudged me in the chest, I got up on and sauntered along with them.

I struggled to keep up at first because I was weak and aching, particularly around the back end. The males slowed down and began ambling alongside me. They rubbed themselves against me, sniffed and licked my puffed-up love hole and lapped up the juices still trickling from it. These actions reinforced my belief that I was their female. Luckily, we did not go far before they found a secure resting spot in some low trees. I was so exhausted that I struggled to climb up into this safe space. Eventually, I got there and curled up straightaway. The males formed a circle around me, lay down, and nuzzled close. They kept me warm and snug that night, and I slept well.

The next morning, we lowered ourselves back onto the ground, and the males led me to a plant-rich site. My biggest problem was amnesia. I had no memory of how to live or behave as a primate. So, I just copied the males’ every move. I nibbled and ate the same greenery and fruits, and I lapped up water when they did. I joined then under the shade and rested with them when the temperature became unbearable.

As we were stirring later in the day, I moved away from the males, squatted, and had a pee. As I was completing this necessity, the big male began grunting and howling and rushed over to me. Without hesitation, he jumped on me and drilled my fanny as though there was to be no tomorrow. He was quickly followed by the other males, and all three then took me again and again, as they had done the day before. This time I understood the situation a little better and coped with their onslaught.

Nonetheless, I was gaga and close to collapse as each rode me for the fourth time. Thankfully, the males were now satiated. Other than occasionally nuzzling and licking my puffed-up pussy, they then left me alone. Slowly, my head cleared, and I recovered. Later we all went to a safe resting place and slumbered throughout the night.

The following two days followed the same pattern, and by the end of day four, I could take no more. I was ready to flee but was too spent and weak to try. So, I resolved to rest overnight and then make my escape. This act was to be unnecessary because a marvel happened the following day. After coming down from our nest amongst the branches, we mingled together. Except for a few playful nuzzles and hugs, the males showed little interest in me. Even when I peed, they left me alone. They were just keen to go foraging, and so it was for the next seven days. We all spent daytime eating, relaxing, and recovering our strength.

We were resting in a hidden clearing one afternoon when the big male came over and started to preen me. This was not new. He had groomed me before, but this time it was different. Now, instead of my head, he paid great attention to my hairy mound. I purred as his fingers tousled my bush and stroked my pussy lips. I sighed as he then teased my labia with his long tactile tongue and titillated my love hole.

At this moment, my inhibitions disappeared, and deeply hidden feral urges came to the surface. I reached over, clasped the male’s ball sack in my hands, and caressed it. His cock now stirred into life. Intrigued, I leaned over and kissed its tip. To my surprise, it lengthened rapidly and pushed its way into my mouth. My first instinct was to pull back, but a primal compulsion stopped me. Instead, I clasped my lips around the invading shaft and stroked it with my tongue. The whole cock now trembled, and the male began thrusting it back and forth in my mouth just as though he was screwing pussy. The glans quivered with delight as it explored its new home and was soon releasing small amounts of juice onto the back of my tongue. Intuitively, I tightened my grip around the shaft and swallowed.

This move encouraged the male to increase the depth and pace of his strokes. Soon, the glans reached the back of my mouth and dipped into my throat. I was gagging as the shrieking male now shot his load. I struggled to gulp down a seemingly never-ending stream of spunk, but thankfully, the flood tapered off, and his dong quiesced before I blacked out.

Afterward, as I lay on the ground recovering, I wondered why I had been so wanton. I was shocked to realize that as a primate female, I would do anything to satisfy my partner’s sexual needs. When I saw the broad grin on the male’s face, I was genuinely content at a job well done. This pleasure was sealed when the male gently worked his tongue into my mouth and hooked it around mine. I went to putty in his arms as we shared a long and enchanting French kiss.

The male and I huddled together and slept for most of the afternoon. I awakened as he began tousling my pussy hair and licking my labia and clitoris. Once I stirred, he moved up over me and cupped my breasts in his hands. I was astounded by the sensual feelings that now coursed through me as his fingers worked their magic. These sensations went through the roof as he latched on to the nipples and then suckled them in turn.

I was so captivated by the action on my chest that it was only when the tip of the male’s dick touched pussy that I twigged to his next exhilarating move. I gasped as the cock’s head burst into my love hole but then purred like a cat as it slowly delved into my fanny. This occasion was to be no rush job. For the very first time, I enjoyed sweet stirrings in my fud as the glans lit up sweet spot after sweet spot. Soon we were laying together face to face with the whole of his cock inside me and his ball sac nestled on my bum crack.

For some reason, I knew exactly what to do next. I hooked my legs around the male’s waist and clasped my hands behind his neck. He put his arms around my back, lifted me up, and began rocking back and fore so that his cock could do its work in my fanny. At first, his strokes were short, but in no time, they were the full length of the shaft. My fud went into a frenzy as it struggled with the invader. After a few minutes, my whole body tensed up and began to tremble. My pussy clamped tightly around the rampaging cock just before peach juice burst into my love tunnel, and I was consumed in a wave of ecstasy.

The male was unremitting. He continued to ride me as I went through this crescendo. I was soon in rapture again and went over the edge when the male unleashed quick-fire thrusts into my fud. I screamed as the dam burst, and my fanny flooded with peach juices just as the male’s rampant dick shuddered and shot its massive load. His cock continued to tease and delight my fud as it pulsed and convulsed in a sea of our love fluids while trying to drain every drop of spunk from those mighty balls.

The male was positively beaming, and I was in seventh heaven as we then cuddled together. We had a good reason. Not only had he ridden me to orgasm, but we had also shared the earth-shattering joys of a joint climax—a great success in anyone’s book.

I knew intuitively that this was not the first time the male had made love in this manner. Everything has been too perfect. He knew exactly what he was doing, never hesitated, and pressed all the correct buttons at just the right time to drive me wild. Where and when had he gleaned this knowledge? As I dozed off, I still had no answer to that question, but I did not care. I just hoped upon hope that it would not be too long before he wanted to hone his skills and pleasure me again.

The young males must have been watching our antics and mulling them over because both tried out the big male’s moves on me over the next few days. I knew straight away that this was their first time. Although they followed the correct steps, everything was too frantic and rushed. They shot their loads in my mouth and snatch well before I achieved much joy. Still, the potential was there if only I could temper their exuberance.

Five days later, I developed a fever and had abdominal cramps. I thought at first that I must have been hurt or infected during my recent wild exertions. My fears got worse when small amounts of blood started coming from my pussy. I could hardly move, so I stayed in our tree nest and tried to rest. The young males were curious about what was going on with me, but the big one kept them away. He made sure that I was left in peace and even brought me food. The bleeding stopped after three days, and I began to feel more like myself again, so I ventured down onto the ground. The smaller males rushed over to me, but the big male chased them off, leaving me free to forage for food on my own. Later, as I sheltered from the sun, the big male came over, hugged me, and started grooming me. After all those days of discomfort, his ministrations were just what I needed. Once more, I could not help thinking that his reactions to my malaise were so appropriate that he must have dealt with them before.

I had a few days of peace and quiet before the males corralled me one morning and then shagged me one by one, as they had done when they first found me. As before, this onslaught spread over four days, and then all three left me alone as though nothing had happened. Life returned to normal, and we generally foraged and rested for most of the next three weeks. The exceptions were that the big male and I pushed the boundaries of bliss to their limits on three occasions, and I serviced each of the young males once. They were much better the second time around but did not even come close to the breath-taking skills of my big male. I was still enjoying the afterglow of a prolonged session with him when my bleeds returned.

My life adhered to this general routine in the months that followed. Thankfully, the four-day monthly rampage became far more tolerable. The males still took me repeatedly but were gentler and less frantic. I could now deal with their attentions, although I did not necessarily enjoy them. As for the remainder of the month, all I can say is wow. The big male and I were regularly close and personal and satisfied our lusts most joyfully. The young males did not miss out. They also dipped their wicks once or more during the month. They were never as good as my big stud, but they were rampant and adventurous. On occasion, they worked in tandem to spit-roast me.

As the year passed by, pictures of an upright light-skinned primate intermittently flashed into my mind. I could not understand them, but as time went on, the images became more vivid. This well-dressed female was sometimes happy. But mostly, she was stressed out, angry and above all, lonely. As I drank from a pool one day, I saw my reflection in the water and realized that I resembled the figures in my head. How could this be?

The truth that I was that human female finally came to me as the events that led up to my first encounter with the apes played out in my brain. I was shocked and terrified at this revelation and could have run away to try to get back to civilization, but it did not.

I isolated myself from the males and took stock of my situation. I could see that the clever bustling lady in my dreams had what appeared to be a broad, colorful, and exciting lifestyle. Still, she was most unhappy and scared, as well as lonely and unfulfilled. In contrast, my simian life was remarkably simple, primal, and carnal. Still, I was protected and safe, and above all, satisfied and content. My only duty was to deal with and satisfy the sexual needs of my males. That was no chore because they, in return, gave me all the pleasure and joy any female could want. In truth, the choice was a no brainer, and I decided to continue as the wild primate me.

That afternoon I offered myself up to my big primate beau. Coupled as one, we made passionate love and enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. As we freely succumbed to each other, the picture of the human female slowly dimmed in my mind. I felt a little sad. This was not due to any regrets on my part, but because I knew that a woman like her would never experience such unbridled sexual ecstasy.

The picture did not vanish entirely, and each time it reappeared in my head, some doubts about whether I was doing the right thing were rekindled. However, circumstances were soon to show that I had made the right choice.

Several changes occurred in subsequent months. I became increasingly broody and morose. I felt that there was a void in my life but had no idea what it could be. Physically, I began to have frequent hot and cold flushes, and my periods became more and more debilitating. Despite this, once my monthlies were over, I was surprisingly frisky and often actively sought out the males.

Things came to a head a few days after a particularly bad menses. The big male took me to a location away from the others and rode me repeatedly over the next two days. We hardly uncoupled in all that time. Then, on the morning of the third day, my big male just snuffled and cuddled me and led me back to the younger males who promptly set about quenching their frustrations in the usual manner. Fortunately, they calmed down by the next day. Still, each used me at least once a day daily for the next week. These attentions were okay, albeit less caring and sensitive than usual. If it had come to mind, I would have thought that they were annoyed at having missed out on something important.

The big male was pretty laid back over this period, but eventually, he lost his cool. He made it clear in no uncertain terms to the young males that I was his female and that he wanted to get laid. He did not disappoint. While the young males usually satisfied me, only my big beau made the Earth move every time. After that, life returned to normal, and amazingly, I felt good in myself.

The big male and I were cuddling together three weeks later. As he stroked my belly, the broadest of possible smiles broke out on his face. It slowly dawned on me what he knew, but I did not. I had missed my period, and that meant one thing. Despite facing supposedly impossible barriers, nature’s seeds had found their way. His male imperative had been achieved, and my feminine void filled. I had a bun or buns in the oven.

The End.

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