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Jane's Safari
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
Jane decides to go on a world travel tour, but gets
waylaid in Rwanda. He lover is a primate, but a bit
hairier than most. Before anyone tells me, I know a
Gorilla's dick is only one and a half inches long.
(F/beast, rom, fantasy)
***
Part One
Jane had left her job three months ago. The lure of
money and working had long since lost its appeal. Ever
since her holiday, touring the outback of western
Australia, she had felt time was slipping by. Unlike
most women, whose body clocks ticked by in the female
need to pro-create, Jane’s body clock told her that
there is a big world out there to be explored and if
she didn’t do something about it and soon, it would be
too late.
Trailblazer ticket procured. Clothes and items
necessary for survival all packed. Jane had deposited
the remains of her life savings into an account she
would be able to access from different countries and
made ready for the trip of a lifetime. Her plans were
to leave England by plane to the south of France. Then
hike through Portugal, Spain and follow the northern
shore of the Mediterranean until she picked up a ship
to take her to Africa.
Her travels then would take her through several
counties in Africa all the way down to Cape Town. There
she would fly to Java and tour the Islands. Flip over
to Australia, eventually to stay with friends in Perth
for a week. Tasmania would be the next stop touring the
two Islands, then over to Florida to meet her ex flat
mate who had married an American who had made a fortune
in Oil or something.
From there her plans had yet to be formed. It would
depend on how her finances were and what condition she
found herself in whether she carried o
n with the globe trotting, or returned to England and
the hum-drum of being PA to the wanker who tried to
convince her not to go on the trip.
France had been okay as had Spain. She had had a run in
with some Italian yobs that thought an English girl on
her own was fair game. They found out, to their cost
and bruised bollocks that she was quite able to look
after herself. The self-defence classes had paid off
and they retired quickly when she started kicking the
shit out of one of the four guys.
She got through Africa without too many mishaps
although, her intention of following a set travel plan
got thrown out of kilter when she found herself
travelling into a war zone in Namibia. Not wanting to
end up as another western statistic, she wisely
detoured away from the area and hitched a lift with two
Aussies who were going in the same direction.
They turned out to be nice guys who treated her with
respect, but kept her at arms length. Jane thought that
she was reasonably attractive, had a good body and felt
a little miffed that these healthy looking blokes
didn’t even lay a pass on her.
Their reluctance to make a move on her was explained
after a few days, when she walked in on them coupled in
the traditional doggy fashion. Their predilection was
apparent then as she backed out of the tent and left
them to it. Very soon after, she and they parted
company to go separate ways.
A few days after leaving the two guys, Jane hooked up
with a Kiwi girl who was heading towards Rwanda to
study the forest Gorillas. The invitation from Sara to
join her was an opportunity Jane didn’t want to miss.
It would take her off of her planned course, but she
had seen so many of the wildlife documentaries of
Dianne Fosse and her studies of the species, that she
was very excited to have the chance of seeing these
magnificent primates in the wild. Who knows, she
thought, I may even get to touch one.
They arrived at the base camp of a multi-national study
group of scientists a week later. The scientists, who
promised to take them into the forest the next day,
treated Jane and Sara with great respect. Jane could
hardly wait and slept only fitfully that night under
the canopy of canvas and mosquito netting.
The heat and humidity didn’t help her rest, so it was a
very sticky and tired Jane that emerged the next
morning from the tent. Jane needed a shower, but was
quickly told of the need to conserve water even though
a stream or rivulet formed a defensive barrier on one
side of the base.
The water is tainted; she was informed, by oxidants
from the rotted foliage of centuries. Even to bath in
it was asking for a bout of illness that might actually
result in debilitation or worse. The nearest supply of
fresh water was in the forest where a river came over a
fall of breath taking splendour. It also happened to be
close to where the Gorillas like to nest for the night.
Breakfast was a meagre affair of maize cakes and jerky.
The former was tasteless and just filled a hole, while
the latter was so tough; Jane thought she might leave
her teeth in it. A Swedish scientist told her to suck
on the jerky for a while until it softened, then chew
it. That way it kept the saliva going and became quite
nutritious. Jane tried it and still hated the stuff,
but kept sucking and chewing the jerky as the group
made off to find the gorillas.
They made their way through dense forest and jungle.
Vines and oleanders hung down creating curtains that
were almost impenetrable. The rich loam under foot gave
off a pungent smell of mulched down detritus that fed
the trees, who’s canopy was some hundred feet above the
jungle floor and allowed, only small glimpses of the
sun to penetrate to the struggling saplings and ground
based plants that littered the floor.
The heat was unbearable, but worse was the humidity.
Jane’s safari jacket soon became soaked through with
her sweat, but taking it off was not an option, because
the mosquitos were up early today and would have
reduced her fair skin to a mass of bite and stings. She
listened to the advice of the scientists and kept her
skin covered as much as possible.
After a couple of hours, the lead tracker held up a
hand to signal for silence and for the group to halt.
Whispered conversations told Jane that the gorillas
should be near, but they were a very nervous bunch and
sudden noises could scare them off without the group
catching sight of them. It seemed that the gorilla
troupe was just in front of them because the leader
motioned for everyone to squat down in the brush while
he crawled forward to see where they were.
Jane chose the wrong place to crouch down. Almost
immediately, some ants whose line of march was
interrupted by her feet and legs attacked her. These
ants, about one and a half centimetres long, managed to
get inside her jeans and began to bite her ferociously.
Trying to pat the devils only created a disturbance
that got her some warning glares from the scientists to
keep quiet. Jane scrambled out of the way, but she had
already been severely bitten and was in a lot of pain.
A quick inspection by one of the scientists revealed
that she would have to return to camp to get the bites
seen to. The salve that he carried for just such an
event didn’t help too much. While she was having her
legs looked at, the scout returned to tell them that
the gorillas were on the move already and that they
would have to move fast if they were to catch sight of
them. One of the bearers was assigned to taking Jane
back and the group left her and Abou behind.
Jane tried to get up to follow her guide but the pain
was so great, she could only limp slowly through the
dense vegetation. After an hour, they had only made a
couple of hundred yards from the stop the party had
split up from. With every step, the pain became worse
and Jane was beginning to cry from the combined effect
of the bites, heat exhaustion and the lack of sleep.
Eventually, they got to the edge of a small lake that
the group had circled earlier. Abou suggested they stop
for a while. He thought that they would not get back
this evening unless Jane rested and bathed some of the
sting pain out of the inflamed bites. Jane could not
have agreed more and slumped to the bank of the lake
gratefully. She removed her jeans with difficulty and
began to splash water over her calves and lower legs,
which had taken the brunt of the attack. The cool water
helped to soothe some of the immediate pain away.
She asked Abou if it was safe to paddle in the water,
or were there nasties that would make a meal of her in
there as well.
“It’s okay missy.” He replied in his broken English.
“The water safe and fresh, good to drink and no fishes
or scorpions in this area, too shallow and rocky for
them to hide in.”
Jane dangled her legs in the water, allowing the
coolness to complete the job of relief to her tortured
legs. She felt a little self conscious about showing
her legs to the African. Although she would have given
her eye teeth to have gone for a full dip in the
cooling glass like lake, she thought it too much of a
risk to remove any more clothing.
She needn’t have worried, because Abou had decided that
he needed help to get Jane back to the camp. He
explained that she would very quickly become as
immobile as she was before the lake. Bite and stings in
this environment soon became a problem and if left
untreated, became life threatening. He had decided that
he would go for help. He guessed that it would take him
an hour or two at most to get to the camp and then
roughly the same time to return. She was to remain in
this place and wait for him to return.
He left her a flare gun, which was for defence purposes
only. Should she find herself in trouble, she was to
fire a flare into the trees. The noise, smoke and
disturbance would drive away any animals including
leopards, but they were rare around here. With those
comforting words, he melted into the surrounding jungle
and left Jane to herself.
Jane stripped and immersed herself in the inviting
water. The coolness was a stark contrast of the heat of
the oppressive jungle. She soon forgot the discomfort
of the bites and languished in the shallows, allowing
the water to wash away the smell of sweat and grime
from her naked body. She lost track of time, not having
the sun to gauge the passing hours by.
After she had cooled down enough, Jane paddled back
towards the shore, but stopped, knee deep in the water.
Two female gorillas were inspecting her clothing that
she had left on the bank. Their concentration on the
smell and feel of the cloth was so complete that they
had not seen Jane in the water.
For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. Should she
retrieve her clothing and scare the animals away, or
wait until they lost interest? What if they decided to
take the stuff with them? She decided to try and get
her stuff back by making some noise and splash about.
The two gorillas, looked at her dispassionately, they
showed no fear of her, but watched as she continued to
wade out of the water. Jane managed to walk right up to
them and gradually ease her clothes away from their
grasping hands. All the while, she kept her eyes on
them, staring into the almost black depths of their
intelligent faces. They relinquished the garment
without a fuss, but took great interest in her body.
Jane had never been so intimately examined as these two
immense creatures smelled and touched her all over. She
was desperate to put her clothes on, but every time she
moved, a hand was gently placed on her preventing the
act. They were so gentle, but Jane knew and could feel
the strength of these two and didn’t want to get them
over excited to the point they might attack her.
Probing fingers traced through her hair, feeling the
bumps and pulling out strands of her blond tresses. The
gorillas fondled her breasts, making small grunts and
chirrups to each other as if discussing a piece of meat
in a market.
Her lightly downed snatch was inspected and smelt, as
was her anus with a touch that was so slight that it
took her a second or so to realise what the gorillas
were doing. Suddenly, the two gorillas screamed and
jumped away from her as if she was on fire. Jane
thought to take her opportunity started to pull on her
panties.
It was just as she had one foot in, that she noticed
another gorilla. This one was much bigger and she
realised it was a silver-backed male. Jane realised
now, why the two females had backed off of her in such
a hurry. Although gorillas are not known for their
ferocity, given provocation, they had the ability to
rip a man in two if they wished it. Jane froze and
waited to see what he would do.
After what seemed like an age, the Silverback
cautiously approached Jane. All the time, he sniffed
the air, testing to see what or who she was. Gradually,
he got closer, never taking his eyes from Jane who
still was too frightened to move a muscle. Eventually,
he reached her and sat down beside her legs, which
trembled. He inspected the bites clucking his tongue as
if to say, Silly girl; don’t you know ants bite? Jane
thought her legs would give way and decided to, very
slowly sit down as well.
He smelled of fruit and the jungle. It surprised Jane
somewhat, but then again, she had never smelled a
gorilla before, so didn’t know what to expect. They sat
side by side for a little while. Neither wishing to
make any kind of move that would frighten the other.
In Jane’s case, she was worried that if she moved too
fast, or did something to upset the huge animal, it
would bite her or worse. Although he seemed to be very
gentle, the power of him was very evidently just under
the surface. She knew he could kill her with just one
swipe of his huge forearm.
Gently, almost shyly, the gorilla turned and began to
groom Jane’s hair as the females had done before. His
fingers dexterously combed through the shoulder length
tresses as if searching for ticks or parasites. Jane
submitted to his ministrations quietly and found that
his touch was quite soothing. He offered his own head
to Jane, making it plain that she should return the
compliment. She applied herself to the job sifting
through his hair as if she was looking for the little
annoying burrs and creatures that the gorillas picked
up.
After a while, the silver back took Jane’s hand and put
it on his cock. Jane was dumbstruck. Up to that moment,
he had behaved very well, only touching her in a
grooming capacity. Now however, his intentions were a
little different. Jane didn’t know quite what to do.
She really was concerned that the animal would get
annoyed with her if she didn’t comply with his wishes.
Gently, she stroked his flaccid member, not expecting
him to respond like a man to the stimulation of her
fingers and hand. She was wrong. Suddenly, his tool
sprang to attention and nine inches of throbbing grisly
rested in her hand.
Worried that he might go too far, Jane stopped her
ministrations and removed her hand. The gorilla didn’t
seem to mind too much, but stood up from beside her.
Relief flooded Jane. She thought that the gorilla was
going to treat her as his female. Although she had no
problems with sex, with an animal was taking liberation
a bit too far.
Jane was wrong again, because he grabbed her legs and
forced them apart. His latent strength enough to be
able to control her with out using brute force. He
easily flipped her over so she was facing the ground. A
strong arm lifted her stomach and gave him access to
her sex. Carefully, he smelled her readiness to accept
him. He must have been satisfied because the next thing
Jane knew was that he had entered her fuck hole.
Inserting the head of his cock until it pushed her
inner lips apart.
Jane cried out with the shock of his actions and her
powerlessness to do any thing about it. The gorilla
seemed to be taking things very carefully. Gently, he
eased him self into her body. Gradually inching his
cock meat into her until she was sure she would not be
able to accommodate more of him. But, more was to come
and he slowly pushed the rest of him inside her. Jane
whimpered at the size of him. Her helplessness adding
to the enormity of what was happening to her.
Eventually, he had his entire massive shaft shoved into
her tight twat. For a moment, nothing happened and Jane
started to relax, thinking it was all over. Again, she
was wrong. Just as slowly, he started to withdraw the
huge piece of meat until it was almost completely out
of her.
Suddenly, he shoved it roughly all the way back in
making Jane gasp as it felt like her whole body was
splitting from the inside. The gorilla began to thrust
into her, keeping a steady pace of roughly shoving it
into her and then slowly pulling nearly out only for it
to be thrust back into her.
The tempo was having an effect on Jane. After the
initial pain of his thrusts, her cunt lubricated him
and began to stretch in readiness for the next
violation. With out any warning, he held her neck with
his enormous teeth, biting her neck which made her
bring her hear up and arch her back. This made his
entry into her all the more easier and his next thrust
took her all the way. His cock head entered her womb
and past her cervix.
She was being fucked right into her baby carrier and
there was fuck all she could do about it. Pain wracked
her body as he kept fucking her so deep. His thrust
becoming more and more urgent until he lent back and
roared his orgasm. White-hot spunk flooded her inner
depths and her body betrayed her as she returned his
thrust and buried him inside while his seed flooded her
and seeped out around his tool.
Eventually, he pulled free of her, but instead of
letting her go, her flipped her back over and thrust
his rapidly diminishing cock into her face. It was
obvious that he wanted his cum covered cock cleaned. He
grabbed the back of her head and forced his glistening
cock straight down the back of her throat.
Jane’s instincts again betrayed her. Without any
further prompting, she drew his cock into the back of
her throat and began the rhythmic manipulation of his
meat with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. He
grunted and almost pulled his cock out of her mouth,
but she grasped his haunches and pulled him into her.
The gorilla may have been caught unawares, or never had
his cock sucked off before, but he didn’t put up much
resistance and quickly took up the tempo of her
movements.
Jane could feel the resurgence of flooding blood to his
almost flaccid member. An increase of its girth telling
her of his renewed interest. Needing to rest for a few
seconds, Jane pulled him out of her and gently massaged
his balls with one hand while stroking his stiffening
cock with the other. It was her first real chance to
see the rod that had so recently violated her body.
Her fingers could only just close around it and several
inches protruded from the width of her fist. She
guessed him to be around 11 or twelve inches in length
and all of three inches in thickness. It was no wonder
that her cunt felt like it was on fire.
She resumed sucking the monster dick and decided that
she would like to swallow primate spunk. It made a
change from the usual boring louts that thought they
were the answer to every girls dream once they had had
enough booze inside them. Jane’s choice of lovers was
limited to Friday night cruises of the local bars.
Suddenly, The gorilla’s rod thickened all the more and
he threw back his massive head to scream an ululation
of triumph. His cock erupted into her mouth. Too much
of his seminal fluid flooded her mouth for her to be
able to swallow, but enough remained for her to gulp
down. He tasted much sweeter than the salty musk that
her usual mates provided.
Suddenly, without warning, the gorilla looked to the
jungle. Immediately, his attitude changed and he
grabbed Jane by the shoulders and pushed her away from
him. A low, deep growl reverberated from his chest as
Jane hit the floor. Then he took off, leaving her there
like so much discarded trash.
Jane had only just enough time to retrieve her clothes
from where the two females had dropped them and get
them back on, before the tracker burst into the
clearing by the bank of the lake. The flare gun was
still on the floor where she had dropped it after Abou
left her.
Abou was mortified about the time it had taken him to
find his way back, but was pleased to see the bites
were less inflamed now. Jane wondered to herself how
would he feel if he knew what she had been up to while
he was away. Jane decided that she wanted to find the
silverback again, but it might be awkward if she was in
a group of people, but she also decided that she was
going to give it her best shot and that she would stay
at the base camp for a couple of weeks.
Part Two:
After the loss of her job and her buying a Trailblazer
ticket, Jane found herself in Rwanda with a company of
scientists, studying forest gorillas. On her first day
there, she had been very badly bitten by Soldier Ants.
A guide called Abou had taken her back to the base
camp, but she couldn’t complete the journey and he had
decided to leave her while he went for help.
While he was away, a huge, silver backed male gorilla
had taken advantage of her weakness and used her for
his own pleasure. Jane had been scared stiff at first,
but soon found that she liked the gorilla's massive
cock inside her and decided that she wanted more. So,
to try and see the gorilla again, she stayed behind
when her travelling companions left to continue their
tour.
The weather turned bad just after the two guys she had
been travelling with left. Rain fell in straight lines.
Heavy rain drops hitting the red earth like bullets and
quickly turning the camp into a quagmire that
threatened to swallow the tents whole. For five days,
all Jane could do was sit in her tent and watch the
rain fall.
Mosquito’s seemed to be the only thing that thrived in
the deluge. Swarms of the vicious little insects
invaded the tents, questing for blood. The nets that
had been hastily erected stopped most of them, but one
or two always found a chink and her skin. Jane’s mood
fell almost as fast as the rain. The whole camp seemed
to share her misery. Meals were quiet affairs and the
usual banter was left muted by the roar of the rain
striking the hard packed dirt.
On the sixth day however, the sun shone and the
temperature shot up with the humidity. Steam coalesced
into clouds of vapour, which resembled the fog she had
left behind in England.
Brian, the team leader informed her that they would be
going out the next morning to see if the gorilla’s had
stayed in the area, or if they had gone off to another
spot they often stayed in that was several miles away.
If they had left, it meant that the whole group would
have to pack up and re-locate nearer to the troupe in a
less well-protected site.
He thought it unlikely because the trees locally were
about to produce their annual abundance of fruit, which
the primates could not resist. Often eating so much of
the prickly skinned seedpods that they became drunk
where it fermented in the gorilla’s digestive tracts.
On occasion, they would get so inebriated; they would
fall out of the trees to land in an undignified lump on
the forest floor. Jane thought she would like to see
that.
She didn’t sleep very well that night; the mosquito’s
loved the high humidity and flew into the netting,
getting trapped and dying from exhaustion. The trouble
was that if enough of them became caught, the weight of
them would drag the netting off of her cot and leave
her exposed to swarms of the biting demons. So it was a
bleary eyed Jane that emerged in the morning.
Thankfully, the ambient temperature had cooled a little
and the mosquito’s had retreated for the time being. A
quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and several large
rashers of bacon were eaten while the guides prepared
tools and equipment to set off on what promised to be
an arduous trek through the dense jungle.
As soon as the breakfast things were washed and stored,
the group set off. The guides led the way through the
forest, cutting and blazing a trail as they went. The
paths had become overgrown in the few days since their
last trip with a low level vine like plant. That choked
anything in its way.
The four scientists followed. Jane had only spoken to
one or two of them, language being a barrier. French
had never been her best subject at school and it seemed
that everyone spoke it except her. Jane followed the
chattering scientists with two guides bringing up the
rear.
The day passed, taken up by the trail blazing that had
become necessary after the deluge. Plant life grew so
fast in the tropical conditions; it was almost possible
to see the growth. Low-level vines grabbed at ankles,
the thorns and rough bark scratched unprotected skin.
The lunchtime stop gave the travellers a chance to rub
salving ointment on the various abrasions. Even a small
scratch could prove to be very troublesome if not
treated quickly. Infection, or even gangrene flourished
and set in before the sufferer knew it.
After their lunchtime rest, the guides decided to cut a
different path and angled off at a tangent from the
previous path. The going became slower where the
density of jungle closed in around them. Jane was
positioned at the rear of the single file troupe being
unable to wield a machete to any great effect. Even
through the path had been cut in front of her Jane
started to lag behind the others. This was not really a
problem, they were in sight and the way was quite
evident from the cut down foliage. She would be able to
catch up at the end of the days hike.
Suddenly, Jane felt herself lifted from the forest
floor. A hairy arm circled her waist and lifted her
completely off the ground while her mouth was clamped,
preventing her crying out to the rest of the party. She
was swiftly pulled up into the branches; the strong arm
lifted her effortlessly until she was sat on a thick
tree limb. The silver backed gorilla had, it seemed
come back to reclaim her and she was about to get her
wish.
In a matter of seconds, Jane found herself being
whisked through the canopy, tucked under the arm of the
silver back like an old rag doll and with all the
substance of a Raggedy Anne.
Trees and branches whipped past her in a blur of colour
and movement, too fast for her to disseminate and take
in. It seemed she was weightless in his strong grasp,
but she felt the exertion as his breathing rasped
through his open mouth and his heart hammered against
his ribs and vibrated through to Jane.
After a few minutes, he stopped in a cleft of a tree
and unceremoniously stripped Jane of her clothing. The
niceties of buttons and zips completely lost on him,
her clothes became shredded and fluttered to the forest
floor below like so much confetti. The thought briefly
flashed through her mind of weddings and how she was,
in a manner, wedded to this black and silver brute.
Once her nakedness was achieved, he pulled her round
behind him in the classic piggyback position and
resumed his progress through the canopy at lightening
speed. From her vantage, Jane was amazed at the
dexterity of the huge animal as he negotiated seemingly
impossible leaps and hand holds. The sheer speed of
calculating the distance, strength and ability to take
both their weight staggered Jane and soon, she gave up
trying to second-guess his movements.
They travelled for ten minutes further, putting several
kilometres between them and her companions. Not that
Jane was about to call to them; she had no desire to be
with human company at this moment in time. During the
ten minutes, her nakedness became very obvious to her.
Her arms were slung around his shoulders and short neck
and her legs encircled his waist, bringing her sex into
contact with the short, silver hair on his back.
The action of being jogged and jolted was having a
wonderful effect to her nerve ends centred at her mons
and heat was building up from the friction and her
desire. She guessed that she climaxed in little spasms,
but was too busy clinging onto him to be able to
concentrate on the pleasure she was receiving. His back
was getting a royal soaking, but neither of them
noticed.
Eventually, he slowed his forward progress and began to
descend to the forest floor. They landed softly in a
small clearing, surrounded by tree trunks closely
packed together with the gaps between tangled up with
vine and creeper. Gently, his leathery black hands
pushed her down into a sitting position. His motions
portraying that she should stay still and not move. The
he swung up into the tress again and disappeared from
view in less than two seconds.
Jane took some time to check herself over and clean
some of the scratches she had got from branches
whipping her as they flashed through the jungle.
Moistening her thumb she rubbed some of the blood and
red welts and soothed the angry grazes. Idly, she
wondered where he had gone and what he intended for
her. She didn’t wait too long. Only after a few
minutes, he returned with some leaves in his mouth and
a hand full of a fruit that she did not recognise.
Her landed next to her and chewed the leaves while
passing her the fruit. Jane peeled the dry skin and
revealed a milky white flesh concealed inside. It
tasted unbelievably wonderful, refreshing and thirst
quenching while giving her a rush of adrenalin similar
to the heady rush experienced from smelling a popper.
The gorilla took the mashed leaves from his mouth and
gentle rubbed the wad over her scratches and abrasions.
It instantly relieved her from the discomfit and salved
the hurt and soreness. She shared one of the fruits,
offering it to him opened and ready to eat. He
carefully took it from her and ate while regarding her
with a steady gaze.
After a little while, he reached out and brushed her
cheek with the back of a knuckle. The gesture struck
Jane as so gentle and loving, more than she could ever
remember from any of her human lovers. She responded by
stroking his palm and wrist with her free hand while
rubbing the salve leaves over some deeper scratches on
her lower legs.
His massive arm encircled her waist and drew her to
him. His strength was apparent in the ease with which
he pulled her across the clearing. She snuggled against
his furred side and heard a contented sigh escape from
him. They sat close together, both immobile as if they
didn’t want the moment of perfect peace to come to an
end.
It had to of course. The day was spinning on toward
sunset. Only dappled light filtered down to the forest
floor, making the jungle a mixture of half-light and
colours, but this light was not discernibly muted and
darker now. He signed the end of the quiet interlude
with a gruff from deep with in his chest. He helped
Jane to her feet and swung her over his back piggy
backed. It was obvious he believed this to be the best
way of travelling through the canopy.
They didn’t travel for very long, before he decided on
a particular tree and set Jane down in a fork of two
branches. She watched through the dimness as he folded
branches over, creating a cradle and then lining it
with mosses torn from the trunks of surrounding trees.
When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he harrumphed
his invitation for her to join him in the nest. Jane
scrambled from her perch and found herself kneeling on
a stable and soft platform. It was almost blackness
now, the sun having set and past the horizon.
Jane wriggled and moulded her body to him, feeling the
warmth radiate through his fur and the vibration of his
breathing. She knew a moment of perfect peace and
contentment, lying safely in his arms. She sighed and
settled down into an even more comfortable position.
She slept dreamlessly until the raucous noise of
morning birds calling to each other in territorial
disputes woke her.
He was already awake, studying her as she woke and
stretched. His eyes wandered over her sinuous body and
took in her scent. He lifted her and drew her to his
breast, and touched her nipples with a forefinger. They
responded and Jane felt a slight longing ache in her
groin.
His touch turned into a slight tweaking and rubbing
which heightened the urge within her. Soon, she was
gasping in need, but unable to force the issue in
anyway. It was quite plain the he was not going to be
rushed. Jane tried to relax and just enjoy the
sensations his fingers were producing.
His hand brushed her breast and traced a line between
the mounds to her navel. He was fascinated by the thin
downy line of blonde hair that led to her sex and
spread out, delta like in a fuzz of golden pubic hair.
He inspected ever inch of her, smelling and touching in
exploratory pauses, but always, he was travelling
toward her sex. It was almost more than Jane could
stand.
The feeling of his hands and hot breath sent swirls of
nervous twitches all over her skin and the anticipation
fuelled a furnace of her over boiling passion. She
experience possibly, her first orgasm evinced from
nothing more than his touch and the expectancy. Waves
collided and then receded in ever decreasing peeks
until he touched her hair covered mons.
A powerful and crashing climax ripped through her,
causing something like a stomach cramp in its
intensity. Jane gushed for the first time in her life
and felt the release of her sex in a vortex of
feelings. She almost swooned from the frontal assault
on her senses.
His fingers found her soaked lips and deftly parted
them. A massive finger slipped inside her, increasing
her desire and need for release, only to be removed and
lifted to his nose so that he could smell her readiness
for him. Her pheromones should have been crowding his
neural receptors with her message of compliance, but he
still continued in a slow and deliberate advance to
taking her body.
Her smell must have registered as completely prepared,
because he lifted her effortlessly with a hand around
her waist, flipping her over and positioning her in the
classic doggy position. Jane gasped and gulped a breath
before it was forcibly expelled from the first thrust
of his engorged cock as it hit the neck of her womb.
She felt wonderfully filled and stretched and then,
totally bereft as he withdrew from her to settle into a
comfortable position.
With little warning, his cock smashed its way inside
her again; passing what little resistance her muscles
gave like a ramrod through a flimsy gate. She gasped
again and then rhythmically breathed as his body took
up a tempo of lovemaking. He filled her in a delicious
way; size creating a friction to the walls of her sex,
while her outer gripped his pistoning black cock in an
intimate embrace.
She felt his cock growing inside her, increasing the
friction and spreading her pussy lips further apart.
Her delirium mounted as another countless orgasm
exploded in her brain and aftershocks reverberated
through her nervous system. She was close to feinting
again from the onslaught her body was enduring and
craving at the same time.
His encircling hands that were surrounding her waist in
support, lifted her and turned her to face him before
lowering her and once again, impaling her on his
glistening and twitching cock. He rode her for what
seemed hours of blissfully fulfilled hours, but in
reality was only a few more minutes.
Jane became aware of his hugeness inside her. The girth
of his sex full engorged, was now spreading her more
than she thought was possible without displacement of
her pubic bone as if in childbirth. His thrust were
becoming less rhythmical now, more like short stabs as
his own climax neared.
Then, suddenly, he roared as his seed flooded her body
and his own climax overcame him. Jane felt his hot cum
flooding her insides in continuous spurts, each hitting
her cervix like a tsunami and rebounding to leak around
his pulsating cock. She didn’t think it possible, but
her own sex responded to him and she came in a gush
again, her own cum mingling with his and running in
rivulets down her inner thighs. Waves of passion
crashed and recoiled until her body settled down in
sated pleasure.
They snoozed in a contented muddle of arms and legs.
Sleeping the petit mort of two lovers entwined and
satisfied.
After eating some more of the delicious fruit, Jane and
the silver back set off once more. Traversing the
canopy in easy swinging lopes until they came to a
stand of trees much denser than she was used to and
looking impenetrable.
The silverback paused, made a deep-throated sound and
cocked his head to one side, listening for an answering
call. It came after a few moments and he swung to a
lower branch then parted the unveiling fronds of
creeper vine to reveal a large amphitheatre of
intermingled branches that formed a lattice, almost
level and approximately half the size of a football
pitch.
It took Jane’s eyes a little while to adjust to the
gloom, but as they did, she became aware of many eyes
gazing at her from dark, unreadable faces. Her mate,
for that is what she thought of him as, carefully
unwrapped her arms and legs from his torso and neck.
Jane slid into a standing position, slightly self-
conscious of her nakedness for the first time since he
had picked her up bodily and cast her clothes to the
forest floor.
About twenty females of differing ages regarded her in
steady stares, neither making any movement or
discernable outward recognition of the new arrival.
Nevertheless, their stares didn’t waver from her and
she felt that she was being critically examined.
It was a youngster that was first to approach, ignoring
the bark of command from its mother. Boldly, the two or
three year old came up to her and took her hand,
turning it over and examining the white skin. The young
gorilla smelled her, then dismissed her as
uninteresting and returned to its mother who was still
staring as the others were.
The Impasse lasted for some time. Neither side moving
or giving anything away. Inscrutable stares continued
and looked as if they would become a fixture until a
call from the other side of the veiling vines broke the
spell. One of the older females answered it with a
short bark and a new gorilla entered into the arena of
darkness.
The Huge silver back who had just entered circled the
outer limits of the byre, greeting each female and
child in turn with a touch to their cheek or arm.
Eventually, he made it around to her mate. She compared
their size and saw that the new arrival was at least a
third bigger. This was obviously the Alpha male, her
mate lay in supplication, averting his eyes so that he
would not be considered a threat to the supremacy of
the huge male.
It was Jane’s turn to be regarded. He didn’t reach out
to touch her, just stood in the half crouch typical of
mountain gorillas and regarded her for a few minutes.
Jane didn’t know quite what was expected of her and
decided to crouch as the others, also averting her
eyes, but keeping him in peripheral vision. The huge
male came closer and lifted her arm, smelling her skin
near her elbow, and then smelling under her arm at the
pit, where she had allowed hair to grow over the last
couple of weeks.
He seemed satisfied that she presented no problems and
moved away to the centre of the circle of females. Jane
was conscious of him keeping her in his vision and
wondered what he made of her.
Later, some of the younger females inspected her as she
had been beside the pool when she first made contact.
Their dexterous fingers explored her nooks and
crannies, they paused as if to discuss with each other,
their findings. Jane began to relax, but still kept an
eye on the Alpha male who. Although being attended to
by a clamour of the females, rarely looked away from
her.
She knew she was being judged and had no idea how to
impress him. Mutual grooming began as a group practice,
with partners swapping and constantly shifting, keeping
a bond and strengthening the family ties or
allegiances. Jane took her turn with the succession of
fur-covered bodies. Inspecting chosen places for
irritating ticks and burrs.
Eventually, her mate presented his head for her
inspection. Jane dutifully began to sift through the
coarse hair to his scalp. Suddenly, a roar that almost
split her eardrums assaulted her. The Huge male stood
screaming at her and her mate, challenging them and
commanding what?
He stood to his full height and beat his chest,
seemingly winding himself into a frenzy. He ran around
the arena, grasping and shaking the vines while
screaming his anger. The females upset by the sudden
change of mood, screamed in counterpoint to the male.
Jane couldn’t stand the cacophony; she sat cross-legged
and covered her ears in a vain attempt to shut out the
noise.
Jane was picked up in one huge hand by the alpha male.
He could easily have crushed her, but instead, her
threw her at her mate who caught her just as easily as
she was thrown. The screaming stopped as suddenly as it
began and the silence was almost as loud. From her
prostrate position, Jane could watch the tableau of
silent communication between the two males.
They were cast out. With no ceremony or visible
emotion, they were cast out and excluded from the safe
haven of the vine-covered arbour. Silently, they
crossed from tree to branch. It seemed random in the
choice of direction. They ate in silence, sharing
fruit, but nothing else. He didn’t touch her except to
lower her to the ground. He didn’t look at her or
really acknowledge she was there. Jane’s heart sank.
She knew it was over, her adventure was soon going to
be finished, but what would he do with her? Abandon her
in the wildness of the jungle or kill her. She found
that she hardly cared.
After a short meal break, they continued travelling,
more on the ground now than in the trees. Hours past
and the light began to fade to dusk. Once more, he bent
smaller branches over and lined a nest with moss,
making a soft, downy bed. They lay down as the last of
the light died and darkness dropped like a curtain. She
lay in his arms and, as had the light, died in a flux
of sorrow and pain.
Later, before early light, they woke and he fucked her,
but this time, it was with little passion. He came
without sound other than a rasping sigh. Jane didn’t
come, but was willing to accept his advances as the
token gesture that it was.
Then it was light. Emerald glints dappled over her
skin, but Jane didn’t notice the temporary colouring
she had. They ate without enthusiasm and continued in
travelling with only a short break to defecate and
clean up in a stream.
Eventually, they descended to the ground and he pushed
Jane down gently to the ground. He brushed her cheek
with the back of a knuckle, a tender action she had
become used to. The Silver back crouched down beside
her, his warmth making her skin tingle. No sound was
made, just the chirrups of the insects and birdcalls.
He touched her face once more and then in one fluid
motion, swung up into the canopy, pausing once to look
at her before disappearing silently, the way he had
come.
Soon afterwards, Jane heard the unmistakable crashing
of her rescuers as they cut a swathe through the
forest.
She cut short her world travel and never returned to
the jungle or ever once mentioned her greatest love.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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