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CHAPTER SEVEN – The Lady Goes Ape

Man has always been intrigued with the idea of creating from bestial unions strange and wondrous offspring – half human and half beast… and the effort to do so has been a strong motivation in prompting men to try "marriage" with all sorts of animals in the vain hope of coming up with an exotic hybrid. Needless to say it has never been known to work, according to cool-headed scientific spokesman. Such unions they tell us are invariably sterile.

But for thousands of years men refused to believe it and went on trying to give birth to living, breathing mermaids, satyrs, centaurs, wolf-men and similar monstrosities of nature. Despite the disbelief of modern scientific scoffers, according to mythical and early "historical" records many times they succeeded!

Several ancient Kings and Emperors claimed to be descendants of bears, wolves, and other varieties of beast. In past centuries reputable historians have reported great numbers of "authentic cases" of women giving birth to snakes, rats, dogs, pigs, and even in one case a lion. Saint Jerome swore that he personally had seen children half ape and half human, products of bestial intercourse.

The possibility of a man and ape union proving fruitful seems not impossible on the face of it. Apes certainly are very man-like creatures (or vice versa). Why should there not be a child resulting when a man pumps his seed into an ape? After all, doesn't Darwin tell us that we all descend from a common ancestor?

A recently as the early twentieth century in Europe scientists actually were doing experiments trying to mate a man with an ape fruitfully – using artificial insemination methods rather than actual intercourse. Unfortunately for sensation-lovers however, no ape-man or monkey-woman resulted.

But whether in hope of offspring or not, apes would seem to be ideal partners for the man inclined to dabble in bestial sex, because of their human-like proportions and sexual equipment. And despite the obvious perils of close grappling with large apes, which generally are ill-tempered animals of dangerous strength, they have been highly popular love-partners for both men and women throughout history in many parts of the world. Egyptian women commonly made use of baboons for their pleasure as previously noted, and in fact the baboon seems to have been a favorite sex-partner for sporty ladies all over the Middle East.

Apes of all kinds for their part apparently enjoy "making it" with their human cousins. Without having read Darwin, they seem to recognize the kinship. Mandrills and gorillas are reported to be especially susceptible to human charms.

In the Roman arena the unloosed apes needed no goading to commit rapes on bound human victims – usually young female slaves. Chimpanzees, mandrills and baboons all took part in these assaults. Sometimes the victims were made more alluring to the apes by swabbing their cunt-regions with female monkey piss – a powerful aphrodisiac to the rampaging male monkey.

Not many men or women in the civilized world today have the opportunity to sport lewdly with monkeys. Probably few men feel any strong desire to sleep with a female ape even in their wildest fantasies. But women, who are more likely to be turned on by brute strength and rampant hairiness in a sex-partner, often have dreams of being carried off and raped by King Kong-like creatures. Probably many of them in their waking hours have wondered idly how it might be, actually getting screwed by an ape.

Valerie, the "star" of the following case report, had such dreams. But unlike most girls, she turned her dream life with monkeys into a real-life career.

For several years Valerie traveled with a small carnival and circus, taking care of the menagerie among other jobs. Now in her mid-thirties, she has written a book of reminiscences about her life among the circus animals, but because of the "sensational" nature of some of her confessions and revelations, she has never submitted the book to a publisher.

"Some day I will maybe," she says, "after certain people have died off and when I get old enough so that I just don't give a crap anymore. A lot of people including my husband would have shit hemorrhages if I put this thing in print now. He thinks I ought to set a match to it."

She gave me permission however to use excerpts from three chapters, dealing with her life in the menagerie. I offer these extraordinarily frank selections here just as she wrote them.

CASE 7 – Valerie Y.

I worked in the girlie show for a couple of months only, even though I was doing fine. I had a hell of a build for a girl not quite eighteen – especially in the tit department. Brosz was even letting me do the windup almost every show, which pissed off the other girls no end. That's where the marks shell out a couple of bucks extra at the end of the regular performance for the privilege of seeing one of the girls flash pussy. The new girls didn't usually get a crack at that. Naturally the other bitches all figured I must be going down on Brosz, working him for favors, but they had it figured wrong. I wasn't going down on him – he was going down on me. Ha ha.

But they all had it in for me anyway for that and general jealousy reasons, and the next town we played they spread the word that I was underage and the law came around and put the heat on Mister Bennington (the circus owner) about me.

He got the shakes over it and told Brosz to can me and quick. But Brosz persuaded him to let me stay on and help out around the menagerie. They were always hiring boys to work there with the animals but the kids would always fuck off and it was hard to get good help. Brosz told Mister Bennington that I was real good with animals, which was just a shot in the dark on his part, but Bennington said okay, he'd give me a try.

So that was the end of my professional bare-ass dance career forever and the beginning of my new life among the monkeys.

Brosz was still trying to get me to move back in with him but I didn't need that fat immigrant anymore. I had a nice cozy bunk-bed set up in the front end of the monkey wagon and it suited me just fine.

I was getting very attached to the monkeys by that time and I liked being with them. They were my favorites of all the animals right from the start. Camels I could do without. Elephants I don't relate to. Lions are majestic to look at but not easy to get to know. Monkeys though have personality as much as humans – every one of them is a separate person to me.

So when one of the little Borneo monkeys took sick, I felt like it was my own child and I nursed him with tender loving care. It was only like a cold in the head he had actually, but that can be rough on a monkey.

They're very susceptible to pneumonia in temperate climates.

So when we had a spell of nippy nights, I took the little rascal into my bed with me and let him sleep with me.

"I hope you appreciate this," I told him. "It's not every monkey that gets to sleep in my bed on such short acquaintance."

That's all it was. I swear. Keeping the monkey warm and keeping my eye on him until he passed the crisis. And maybe that's all it would ever have been. A couple of days and he'd be back in his cage again, good as new.

But the word got around that "Valerie is sleeping with a monkey now," and that started the kidding. All I heard all day was, "I hear you're monkeying around nights."

"How is that little bastard in bed, anyway?"

"How about me, Val? I guarantee I can give you more than any monkey," and "I hope you're taking your pills every night before you make it with that monkey."

Well I just laughed everything off and gave it right back to them. I told them he was a fantastic cocksman and he was going to take me back to Borneo with him to meet his parents. Shit like that. All for laughs.

But even when I was laughing I was beginning to put some thought to it. What about this? Could a monkey and a girl make it like that or not? Wheels started turning over in my dirty little mind. Mind you, I'd never heard of people and animals making it sex-wise. It wasn't that nobody had ever told me it was nasty and sinful and illegal besides to fuck with a monkey. The thing was, nobody had ever mentioned to me that such a thing existed in the world, or that it was even possible.

So when I started turning it over in my head, at least I had no preconceptions or prejudices to steer me. I just decided when the monkey got over his fever I was going to try a little scientific experiment in animal sexology to find out if I could work a diddle on his little pecker and give him a hard-on. That was the full extent of my original intentions. No more than that. I thought it might make him feel good and sort of cement our friendship together.

So that's how it started with this little monkey at first. I laid him out on his back and patted his belly for awhile. I'd done that before to him and he'd like it. It used to put him to sleep in fact. But this time I began patting lower down and playing my fingers up and down the hollow of his crotch. I was no expert on what monkeys like to have done to them, but I sure knew how to go about setting a man's nerves on edge and I was curious to see if a monkey would react the same way.

It didn't take long to find out. The little rascal started making squealy noises right away and twitching around, and I nearly flipped when his prick started to swell up even before I laid a hand on it. It made me laugh to think that little monkeys like him must be just as horny as men.

I started tickling his prick then, running one finger up and down it and he started grabbing on my arm – trying to tell me something – but I didn't know whether it was stop or go or faster please or what.

That's really all it amounted to though that first time. I didn't even jerk him off all the way. Maybe I should have and been done with it because I sure had stirred him up with my cock-tickling. When I quit he started thrashing around and grabbing onto me and he kept trying to get in close to me and rub his prick up against me. He still had a hard-on for the longest time afterwards. And he probably had a damn knot in his balls that was killing him, but I didn't think of that I was laughing like hell at him, and poking and tickling his ribs, and all of a sudden POW! He pops his nuts all over me. Splat! Splat! Splat! All over me and the blanket.

Then I got mad as hell, although I don't know what I had expected. I'd been acting like a cock-teaser and he'd given me what I deserved. But I didn't think of it that way. I kicked him the hell out of bed and put him back in his cage. That was the end of it. I'd had my fun with him and he'd ended up being a bad boy.

But it wasn't the end for him. He wouldn't settle down. He kept up a jabbering and squealing and kept racing around his cage for an hour or more.

Finally I had to go get him again and bring him back to bed with me. He was keeping me and all the other monkeys awake with his squalling.

I let him snuggle up to me and he grabbed on tight and pressed his prick against my hip and in no time at all he was sound asleep. Then I went to sleep too, but I dreamed I was chasing after this huge monkey – not an ape, just an oversized monkey – and I finally caught up with him in the middle of the freeway and I kissed him all over and nibbled his fur and then I pulled him down on top of me and we made mad love together while the traffic zipped by all around us.

And then all of a sudden I woke up with a jolt and that dirty little monkey bastard had shot off another load all over me. He must have been having the same dream I was, only his turned out to be a wet one.

Well, I couldn't put up with that crap anymore, much as I loved the little so-and-so. Something had to be done.

The next day I put him back in the cage with all the other monkeys and kept my eye on him awhile, and before long he started out after a certain female monkey – showing off for her, jumping all around and swinging on the trapeze – and then he began chasing her around the cage and I could see already he had a hard-on again. I was glad to know he could get it up for other monkeys and not just for me. So now maybe I could get a peaceful night's sleep for myself again.

I put my little friend and his new lady love in a cage by themselves and after awhile, sure enough, he got her into a wrestling around and nuzzling situation and the next thing I knew one thing led to another and there he was ramming it into her – ass-end to.

"My God!" I thought. "Do monkeys do it up the ass?"

But then I saw that he was into her little snatch after all. Monkeys just prefer it the back way around. I never did see any monkeys do it face to face on their own initiative. But even though they always do it from behind, they won't ever go up each other's ass unless they've been taught that way by perverted humans.

I watched those two little bastards screwing and I began to get jealous. Not that I couldn't get all the human humping I could handle around that sexy sideshow bunch. But there was something lacking in all the guys I'd known. There never had been one that really turned me on.

I got to thinking of my dream the night before – how wild and woolly it had been, pumping off with that big monkey. And watching this little fellow pounding it into his female, I couldn't help wishing he was about three or four times his size so he could do the same for me.

Well brother, that set off a new set of wheels spinning around in my dirty little mind. It just happened that we had apes in all shapes and sizes in that menagerie, and maybe I could get one of the bigger boys – closer to my five-foot-six proportions – and do a little of the same kind of seduction work on him that had had such spectacular results with the little squirt from Borneo.

There was a gorilla named Ghengis who came immediately to mind, but I wasn't quite ready for him or he for me. Gorillas are not the ferocious monsters people think they are – they don't even eat meat. But they're strong enough to mash you into hamburger in the middle of a loving embrace and I didn't need that, thanks.

I finally decided to try my womanly wiles on the orangutan. He'd always been gentle and friendly when I'd gone into his cage, and he was a perfect size to be my partner in a dance or any other similar joint-venture between us that might rise out of a developing friendship.

For the next couple of days I only thought about it – getting my courage up, I guess. I wasn't sure yet just how far I wanted to go with Wimpy. I wanted to try erecting his pecker the way I did the little fellers and see what kind of ideas it would put in his monkey-head. But I was afraid I wasn't going to get away with cock-teasing this big old boy. Turn him on and then yell cool it and I might be in big trouble. So I gave it a couple of days of deep thought to be sure I wanted to carry through on it to the bitter end and let my pussy take the consequences.

It flipped me to think of having those long woolly arms of his wrapped all around me and that broad hairy chest scratching my tender hide. I always had liked broad-beamed, hairy men. (That was the only thing I liked about Brosz in fact – his wide, woolly chest.) So I made up my mind I'd give it a shot. What the hell did I have to lose? If the big ape went berserk – well, you gotta die sometime. And if the worst happened and I got fucked to death, at least I'd be sure to get my name in every paper in the country. What a way to go!

Now that I'd made up my mind, the when and where of it was a little ticklish. It would have to be in his cage, I decided finally. Bringing him outside and taking him into my bed like I did the monkey would have been a bit much. Especially since I had no idea how he was going to react when I started to push his 'ON' buttons.

And late at night was the only possible time. Friday would be best for a first try. Rizzo the elephant trainer would be staying overnight in town and there wouldn't likely be anybody else poking his nose around the cages at two or three in the morning.

So Friday I got myself ready. I didn't bother taking a bath that night. I figured the more I smelled like a female animal the better my chances of ringing Wimpy's chimes. About two or so I got myself ready to go. I stripped down to the buff and then put on an old coat for cover just in case I ran into somebody on the way to the other wagon. Not likely, but there could be one of the boys coming through on a short-cut back from town.

But I didn't see a living soul, and I climbed into the wagon, unlocked the gate of Wimpy's cage, and slipped inside – nervous and excited as bell. I felt like a virgin bride on the way to the slaughter.

I heard him sniff and stir as soon as I closed the gate. Then I just stood where I was and called softly to him. "Wimpy-Wimpy."

I could hear him shuffling around and then he came lumbering over to me in the dim light. I began talking to him as I always did and held out my hand to him. He sniffed around a bit till he found out I hadn't brought any food along for him and then he sort of lost interest and went back to lie down.

It looked as if I'd have to get more aggressive to break through to him on the sex level. All I had ever represented to him until then was a human creature who brought him food from time to time. I had to make him realize that ape does not live by bread alone. What you need is love love love, baby.

So the first thing I did was slip out of the robe and I draped it over the bars. It gave me a little shiver of excitement to be completely naked in an animal's cage this way, as if I was an animal myself, caged and on display. That thought made me all the more eager to start acting the part. If only I could get a little cooperation from sleepy old Wimpy.

I wondered if he'd show any special interest in me being naked, something he hadn't experienced before. So I called to him again. "Wimpy! Come on, boy. Come sniff mama's pussy."

I thought that might be what a female ape would say in the circumstances if she could only talk. I started towards Wimpy across the dark cage and I could hear him getting up again and sniffing the air. I hoped I was sending out sexy smells on the night breeze. I began to shiver again as I came near to him, a little frightened, but impatient to feel his rough, hairy hide pressing up against me.

Then I could see his shadowy form standing just ahead of me, and I said his name one more time and then moved in to touch him and let him touch me.

He made a peculiar whining sound as I laid a hand on his long arm, and then I reached in and began rubbing his hairy ribs and wrinkly chest. I could feel him shiver, and then he settled down into a squat at my feet.

I got down with him and moved up close alongside. Now we were really getting cozy. God knows what kind of monkey-crud my bare ass was sitting in, but I didn't give a crap at that point.

I picked up one of his arms and draped it over my shoulder, hoping that would give him some ideas. But he was being pretty indifferent so far. I decided I'd better quit beating around the bush and get to the point – the point being his monkey prick. The subtle approach wasn't working so far.

So I leaned in against him, rubbing my boob on his arm, and started finger-walking down his belly the same way I had done with the little monkey, heading for the royal scepter. I was real nervous at that point. I figured that once I hit on his family jewels and started screwing around there, it would be for keeps from then on – no backing off. There was still time right then to call it quits, grab my coat, and get the hell out of there.

Before I could think too much about it and scare myself right out of the whole deal, I took a big deep breath, reached down and just grabbed. Right onto his big black prick. I was surprised to find it already halfway hard and hot as a cooked weenie. I'd been doing better with my warm-up than I'd figured.

But the minute I touched it he pulled away from me and hopped up to his feet. He was squealing a blue streak now. He was excited all right, but no telling yet what it was going to lead to. He might be working up to a fighting mood instead of loving, for all I knew.

I stood up too and reached out again to take his arm, but all of a sudden he came back toward me on his own and started pawing all over the front of me with big clumsy rough swipes. The palms of his hands were like dried-up leather raking over me but I loved the feeling of it against my hungry hide. When he brushed over my boobs the shivers ran all through me everywhere and made me weak in the knees. I only hoped I could hit his magic nerve-centers the way he was reaching mine without half trying.

I stopped in closer to him and pressed myself up tight against him and then he did what I'd been hoping for – he wrapped his arms all the way around me in a huge embrace and just about squeezed the breath out of me. Now I was in the dream condition I'd been having fantasy orgasms about – surrounded by hot hairy monkey on all sides.

He was whimpering now. Surprisingly he sounded exactly like the little monkey when he was in my bed, all riled up and raring to go. And Wimpy was ready – I could tell plain enough. His prick was up and rigid – pressing hard against my thigh.

I forced my hand down between us and took hold of that big thrusting tool. It seemed to be steaming with inner heat – I imagined it was burning my fingers through to the bone. But I clutched it tight and ground my belly against it and squashed my inflamed boobs against the rough hair-mattress of his chest.

His hands were rubbing and grabbing at my back now – all up and down – and then pulling at the soft, loose flesh of my ass. I was beyond all caution and restraint by that time. I was already close to orgasm – trembling all over – almost wanting him to crush me to a pulp – tear me apart – pound me silly with his impaling prick.

But I'd have to steer him into doing for me what I craved. This was a brand new experience for poor dull-witted Wimpy. He wasn't used to being accosted by brazen bare-ass females in this manner. Lady orangutans had more decency and sense of propriety. What does a poor respectable monkey do when a sex-mad slut comes up to him and grabs hold of his intimate parts?

Naturally he was a bit confused. Maybe he was afraid I was going to ask him for money.

So I tried to maneuver him into a position where I could slip his prick up into me and give him the idea of the game I had in mind by setting the example. I had sense enough not to pull him down on top of me – that would have squashed me flat. What I intended, if possible, was to get him down on his back so I could sit on his prick and ride him that way.

I don't know what it would have looked like to anybody watching us right then, standing there embracing – like we were doing a slow rumba together, or something – holding on each other and twitching our asses.

Finally, I managed to get him to lie down with me, reclining sort of side-by-side, and then I threw one leg up over his ass and nudged my crotch in as close to him as I could get and tried to work his prick up into position. I never worked so hard at anything in my life. He just couldn't seem to get the idea of what I had in mind. But I wasn't discouraged. I'd been in the sack before with human boys that were almost this dumb.

He obviously enjoyed having me grab his prick, and I gave it plenty of tugging and tickling to be sure he didn't go soft on me but there was no sign of that happening. If I only could get it inside me just an inch he might catch on, I figured, but every time I got his prick poking at the gates and just about to slip up inside, the son of a gun would pull back.

One funny thing – he'd discovered my boobs, which are quite it bit better than average-sized, and way beyond anything you'd ever find on a female monkey. He was squeezing them in his fingers and batting them back and forth, one tit against the other, like they were punching bags. But not real rough – just playfully – and it was a wild sensation. I always had liked to have men play with my boobs when they made it with me. It's the quickest way to get me hot, next to going right straight to cunt city. I was never much for all that slobbery kissing on the mouth that some guys like so much. I'd always tell them, "Kiss my boobs if you want something to kiss." Nipple-sucking will turn me on in a second. I was wishing then that old liver-lips Wimpy would give my boobs a lick with that big juicy mouth of his. But that could wait for a later session. First he'd have to learn to fuck – then suck.

All of a sudden without warning he shifted his ass and thrust his hips forward and bent his legs back, it seemed like. And there was his beautiful ramrod pecker then laid right out for me in the open air – free and clear. No more legs blocking my way to the weenie.

"Don't move – don't move," I whispered, holding my breath. I wiggled my body forward and lifted up my leg and ever so slowly and carefully lowered my spread cunt down onto his up-thrust prick.

I was pretty well juiced-up by then in the pussy regions, just from the excitement of the anticipation, so once I got his big blunt pecker-head down onto the groove, it slipped up inside without too much hassle. He was big – bigger than any man I'd ever had in me – but I'd never had any, trouble taking in whatever was offered to me by any guy. I always liked to feel myself well-filled, I'm not ashamed to say. I like to know there's a prick in me, by God. If I'm going to get fucked, I want to feel fucked – right up to the hilt.

So that first time Wimpy went up inside me I was having little mini-orgasms every inch of the way. He wasn't helping a bit so far – just lying there blowing his hot wet monkey breath in my face and holding on loosely to one of my dangling boobs. But he didn't pull away from me, thank God. He held his prick right out for me free for the taking and let me do whatever I wanted with it. I grunted and wiggled my ass and hunched my hips and I could feel that fat black pickle of his beginning to make it up into me a little bit at a time – tickle tickle tickle all the way.

Then when it seemed as if it was stuffed clear up to my liver, I reached down and went to work on his dangling balls, rolling than in my hand and squeezing them together the same way he'd been squeezing my tits.

"Okay, man – let's pump," I said to him.

And with that I began to rock my hips up and down over his cock, easing it in and out of me an inch or two either way. Just slow and easy at first to give him the idea and also to get it riding smooth and slick inside my cunt. Being jammed in there as tight is it was, it took a little bit of easy practice action to get it sliding properly before we started any hard pumping. I wanted this screw to last awhile, man. Start slow and build and build and build. What the hell – we had all night ahead of us. Neither of us was going anywhere.

As soon as I felt his prick moving slick and smooth in the groove I started to hump with more vigor, hoping he'd pick up the rhythm from me and join the dance. Sooner or later this had to give him some kind of an idea of what we were working towards.

And yes indeed! All of a sudden he quit blowing his breath on me and quit pulling on my boob, and I could feel a little shudder down where his belly was rubbing mine. Then WHAM! He squeezed my tit in his fist and gave it a yank like he was going to pull it clear off. I let out a shriek and belted him on the arm, and thank God he let go then and started to move his hips against me. In another second his prick began riding in and out like a pile-driver. He'd figured out the game we were playing all of a sudden and man – did he pick up on it fast! Pow pow pow – he hammered that prick up me – his belly punching against mine like a medicine ball – boom boom boom.

From that point on he just took over management of the whole operation himself. I didn't have to do a thing but hang on tight and ride with him. I let go of his testicles – which began slamming like tennis balls up under my ass – and just grabbed on to his huge hairy hide and took off in orbit. My whole body was rocking and shivering as if I was riding a bucking horse. He played rough, once you turned on his switches. Wham! Wham! Pow! Pow! His prick pounding my guts – his balls beating my ass – his belly bumping the breath out of me – boobs wallowing all over my chest – my head bobbing around like it was on a spring – my hair flying in all directions. Eee-yow! Man or monkey, this was the fuck of a thousand fantastic dreams – the fuck you never expect to experience outside your erotic fancies. I had always enjoyed a good rough ride, but this was the absolute end.

His prick was going up and down my chute a mile-a-minute and reaching up into my belly to places I wouldn't have thought possible. I couldn't even count the orgasms. They just started popping all up through my guts and shot through me in every direction until my whole body was just one big orgasm – arms, legs, everywhere – just EXPLODING! Even my head. This crazy bombed-out drunk feeling in my head that I'd never felt before in a fuck. Like I was freaked-out on some kind of goof-balls.

But the goof-ball was his prick in this case – driving me out of my cotton-picking mind.

Then all of a sudden he grabbed onto me hard and slammed me up against him. His arms wrapped around me and just squeezed. I thought it was the end of me. It felt like he was crushing my ribs – collapsing my chest – I couldn't breathe – my face was buried in a muzzle of hair. And there I was, suffocating – but exploding inside with a million crazy orgasms all at the same time. Heaven and hell simultaneously.

That's when Wimpy shot his load. I could feel him shooting off inside me like spurts of white-hot lava scalding my guts. And still he held me and held me until I was just on the verge of passing out altogether.

But then at last it was all over. The prick-pounding stopped and he slowly relaxed his grip and let me breathe again. I was drenched in sweat from head to toe – mine and his combined – and I didn't have an ounce of strength left in me. I just lay there panting against him, clinging tightly, completely satisfied for the first time in my young life. And madly in love for the first time in my life besides.

All I wanted to do was just lie on his woolly breast forever. At least I hoped that he'd let me stay there for a little while, all wrapped up in his rough warmth, but I didn't expect any favors. I knew how bored men get right after the orgasm, and I figured monkeys probably were no different.

But he didn't seem any more inclined to move than I was. He must have got a pretty good charge out of the action himself. After all, it was a brand new first-time thing for him too. He went back to plucking at my boob and nudging it back and forth and that was okay with me. I could see that we had got off on the right foot of what was going to be a long and beautiful friendship.

After awhile his cock dwindled inside me – I could feel it happen, and a cold draft of air suddenly hit up into me. Then he pulled out of me altogether and it great big flood of his come-juice came rolling out my cunt and dribbled down over my leg and ass.

I laughed and said to him, "You lying rascal! I thought you said you used it rubber."

He squeezed my boob to let me know what he thought of that shitty joke.

A little latter I began to feel the urge coming on me again for another go-round, and I reached for his prick and started in on it with a new lot of pulling and squeezing, but I guess he'd had enough for one night. He let out a snort and jerked away from me, and I went off his lap and down – CLUNK – onto the cold hard floor of the cage. Wimpy went lumbering off, shaking his ass at me, letting me know the party was over. See you around, baby.

I could take a hint. Anyway, that was action enough for the first night for both of us. He was right. No sense rushing things. Tomorrow we'd tackle lesson two of the course, although I wasn't too sure from here on whether it would be me teaching him or him teaching me. Now that he'd got the hang of things, I had a hunch it was going to be Wimpy's ball game the rest of the way.

NOTE: Valerie carried on her affair with Wimpy for several months after that. She cut herself off from the circus men entirely and once they all realized for sure that she had apparently gone celibate on them, they quit bothering her and left her to her animal friends.

The only member of the circus who found out about her secret love affair with Wimpy was a young man named Pete, who had been working as an attendant and ticket-taker on the merry-go-round. One night, being drunker than he was allowed to be and looking for a place to hide out overnight, Pete sneaked into the number two monkey wagon and crawled under an empty cage. There, a little while later, he was a flabbergasted witness as the aloof Miss Valerie staged one of her flamboyant monkey-fuck performances, never intended for the eyes of an audience. Valerie tells about it in a later chapter of her manuscript:

It just happened that night that I was in an even wilder mood than usual and I was really laying it on. Wimpy and I had been screwing each other's asses off for quite a long time then, and we had got so we made an elaborate game out of it. On that night I was down on all fours – bare-ass naked of course – scrambling around the Goddamn cage with my ass in the air, yapping and squealing like a female monkey – scratching my ribs – flipping my boobs. Pete must have thought I was stark raving loony.

Wimpy chased after me for awhile, never quite catching up. That was all part of our game. Then I jumped up and grabbed onto the bars and climbed up about eight feet high on the side of the cage, out of his reach. So there he was down below reaching for me, grabbing at my ankles, chattering away, and there I was up there hanging on the bars, kicking down at him, spitting, calling him a big hairy motherfucker and every other name. Of all nights for somebody to be spying on us. I could have killed that sneaky bastard.

It ended with me jumping down and landing right on top of old Wimpy and he caught me like he always did and we went down onto the floor together. Then I rolled over away from him and got up on my hands and knees; with my ass in his face, and making monkey noises again. This was going to be a plain old-fashioned monkey-fuck – in from the rear-end, under the ass and up the snatch. I gave Wimpy a good spread to aim at and wiggled my ass at him and he slipped up behind me and eased into position. Man, this was his kind of fucking.

He slipped his prick up inside with no trouble at all – we had our parts pretty well tooled to a fine fit by then. I'd developed a perfect monkey-cunt, just for him. So there he was whanging away against my ass and me bending the knees and bumping backwards to help the action. As usual his long arms came around under me to play squeeze-ball with my boobs.

Pete said later that he thought he must be asleep in a drunk dream, I mean who would believe a sight like this – drunk or sober?

We pounded away to our usual A-bomb orgasm and then we wrestled around with each other, making more monkey noises, and all through the whole nutty scene that kid Pete wouldn't pop out and show himself. He let me go on making it jackass of myself and then finally – when I'm climbing down out of the damn cage, all smeared up with crud and straw and dripping sweat, looking like it bedraggled sewer-rat, then he sticks his head out and says to me, "Good show, Miss Valerie. Didn't know you had it in you." And he gave me a couple of tired hand-claps along with it.

I let out it whoop and almost dropped right on the spot from heart failure. But then I saw who it was and I started in giving him hell. The cocky young shit – I'd slept with him once or twice when he first joined the show. That was when I was still sleeping around a lot – long before I took up with the monkeys. I used to try out all the new boys that came and went, the same as the other girls did. I remembered this one well. He was a common variety – big mouth and small cock.

But then under the circumstances I figured I'd better play it cool with him. I wasn't too anxious naturally to have the word get around the lot about me and Wimpy's mad passion. So I invited Pete to come on inside with me and have a drink and help me shower down.

Then over a drink, under the shower, and finally under the sheets together, we made a little deal. Tomorrow I'd speak to his boss and arrange a transfer to the menagerie for him. From now on he would work for me – helping out around the monkey house.

And it wasn't such a bad deal for me. I could use the help, and from then on I had somebody to stand watch for me when I was doing my thing with Wimpy. Pete wasn't such a bad kid anyway. It certainly was no sweat keeping him happy. He was a pretty feeble fuck compared to that wild monkey. I could drain Pete dry in five minutes anytime without half trying and have plenty of juice left for Wimpy whenever he was ready to ball.

Pete loved watching me and Wimpy do our stuff and I didn't mind that. What the hell – I'd performed in the buff for audiences enough times before when I was in the girlie show – stuffing myself with dildos and every other damn thing. So there was no problem for me of self-consciousness or embarrassment. And it was big kicks for Pete. Sometimes I think he got more charge out of watching me screw the monkey than he did out of banging me himself.

One day when I wasn't on the scene, unfortunately, some woman got into a big hassle with Wimpy. She claimed she was standing beside his cage minding her own business when he reached through the bars and grabbed hold of her, tore her dress down the back, and then reached around and "roughly handled her right breast, inflicting major bruises and abrasions and causing her to suffer extreme terror and severe embarrassment."

She informed Mister Bennington that she was suing the circus for some idiotic amount of money – way up in the hundred thousand area. Old Bennington flew into his usual tizzy and told me in no uncertain terms that Wimpy was a nuisance and he was getting rid of him. Having him destroyed!

I nearly had a breakdown. Destroy Wimpy! They'd be destroying me too if they did. But what could I do? I was at my wit's end.

But then good old Pete came to the rescue. I hadn't even seen the dame who made the complaint, but Pete told me, "You know who she is. You've noticed her around here plenty. Remember last week I pointed her out to you? The fat cunt with the floppy hat."

Oh, did I ever remember! And all of a sudden the worries just melted away. We had this dame by the balls, so to speak.

The thing is, there's a certain type of woman that's attracted to monkeys, and they spend half their time hanging around zoos and menageries like ours. Any place with monkeys can tell you they see this type of woman every day. Women like that know that male monkeys can get horny over human females and with them, like me, and vice versa. They don't have my opportunities though to actually do something constructive about their urges, so they just hang around the monkey cages half the day, hoping to see a monkey passing or playing with himself or just showing off a hard-on.

So this cunt who was suing us was one of those. Pete had spotted her one day poking a stick into Wimpy's cage, trying to jab his crotch while he was sleeping. That's when he pointed her out to me and we had a security cop take her for a walk.

So now we had me, Pete, and the cop to testify against that bitch and her monkey-teasing habits, and sure enough – all of a sudden the case collapsed without ever going to court. And there was no more talk from Bennington about liquidating my sweet little old furry-ass common-law spouse.

FINAL NOTE: After that, Valerie carried on her passionate affair with Wimpy the orangutan for more than a year, until one night the lovable ape suddenly took a fit and died in her arms during one of their frenzied sex-sessions. He apparently had suffered a heart-seizure.

Valerie reports that she was inconsolable for weeks afterward. She fled from the circus and gave herself up to a series of violent love affairs with a great many men, none of which satisfied her, physically or emotionally.

So at last she returned to the circus and her beloved monkeys, and eventually she married and seems to have achieved a happy human-relationship with her present husband.

Although she admits having cheated on him occasionally with other men, she swears that she has always remained absolutely true to the memory of her beloved Wimpy, and despite frequent bestial temptations, never again has she consorted sexually with any other monkey.