Hanging Out with a Kissing Cousin
#7 of A Real Animal Lover
So what do you think the smallest
animal is that a human can screw? Well, I guess that depends on the size of
your cock. For some lucky gents out there, it might be a horse. For others a
goat or a dog. So the question is moot, isn't it? A more important question is
what is the smallest thing I managed to stick my dick into.
That would be Koroba. And she
became quite my friend. For some of your out there, this story may be less
interesting than my others, but in the end, it hardly matters. I'm telling what
was. If you dislike it or disapprove, it's not really my problem.
We got Koroba from another zoo. It
seems that they in turn got her from yet another zoo, and no one was smart
enough to figure out why she wasn't fitting in with members of her own kind.
She was young, but that shouldn't have been a problem. No matter what they did,
the other animals attacked her and drove her away.
This is where we came in. We had
none of her type. And we had a space for her to stay. When I got her she was
terrified and recovering from injuries. Chimpanzees were not nice apes.
She might have looked like a chimp,
but bonobos were different in so many ways. For one, they weren't violent.
Secondly, they were very social animals. So being alone and afraid had done a
number on her. But I am getting ahead of myself. At the time, I thought she was
simply another chimpanzee.
I had a cage in my veterinary station
where she initially went. She was traumatized from the transfer from zoo to
zoo, as well as the injuries she had received during those visits. I knew
better than to push her. She wasn't likely to be dangerous, but she had to get
used to me. I had to earn her trust.
The first couple of days involved
frequent feedings laced with a sedative. It was both to calm her and to keep
her from picking at her injuries. This went on for a week or more. Each day I'd
stick my hand in, not really touching her, but cleaning and rearranging the
contents of her cage. After time, she
showed some interest in what I was doing,.
It culminated one morning when she
reached out and touched my hand. I looked up and smiled at her. Her hand rested
on mine for a moment before being pulled away. I went one step further and
touched her shoulder. She cringed for a moment, and then relaxed when nothing
happened. I kept my smile huge. She hooted and made a smile back, sort of a
"yeah, I suppose so" sort of gesture.
After that, she seemed to come out
of her shell. Of course, at this stage, I didn't know she wasn't a regular
chimpanzee. It wasn't like there was a lot of information on the varying
species at this time. So for all I knew, she wasn't all that special.
I'm not being rude, leastwise not
on purpose. Chimps were used in labs, and in carnivals and sideshows. So to me,
she was just one more ape. I guess I should have figured something was askew,
but as I had no other s to compare her to, I went on my assumptions and
instincts. And my instinct said she was just another primate. They might be genetically related, but you had to be
careful around them.
Over the next few days, she went
from being a recluse to riding on my side. Bandage changes grew easier, and
eventually, were no longer needed. She had some marks and scars that might
never fade, but they were healed up and that was fine by me.
She was a fast learner, and we even
got to the point where we sat down and ate together. I knew she needed
socialization, and without any of her kind that accepted her, she was stuck
with me. She seemed to be delighted in our interactions, but I must say, I got
sick of eating fruit exclusively in a short span of time. I would never go vegetarian
by choice.
I did notice rather quickly that if
I had something she thought she wanted, she would display her genitals to me. I
thought that maybe it was a quirk. Since she got whatever it was she wanted,
nothing more ever came of it. But it did get me thinking.
She wasn't very old, maybe half
grown, and part of that was from her not eating well in her previous habitats.
Despite her size, her genitalia were pronounced and very pink, which didn't
seem normal. Of course, the only books I had listed the traits of regular
chimps. I wondered if she had some sort of hormone imbalance.
The real clincher came the day I
decided she needed to get washed up. Apes weren't found of water, hence the
reason a lot of zoos had moats. Braving the storm, I carried her, draped over
one shoulder and my side, into the bathroom. I turned on the water and allowed
it to adjust. "Ok girl, time to get you cleaned up!"
As the water hit her she stiffened.
Her eyes got wide and her grip grew painful. But as the minutes passed, she
relaxed. I got a good blob of shampoo from the bottle and since she was hanging
onto me, I used both hands to get her scrubbed clean. I watched as the dirt and
bits of old dried blood fell to the shower stall floor and washed down the
drain. I was careful not to get the soap
in her eyes or anywhere remotely sensitive, simply washing those parts with
plan water and a washrag.
As I washed her backside, she
stiffened up, gripping my side with her toes. Her lips pursed and she let out a
hoot. I carefully washed her area, and the longer I lingered over the job, the
more into she got into it. I'll tell you right now I had no intentions of doing
anything with her prior to stepping into the shower, but now I was getting a
hard on.
Dropping the rag to the floor, I
moved her around my body until she was hanging directly on my front. She felt
my cock, and while I can't say she knew what it was, instinctively she rubbed
herself across the tip. She loosened her grip around my neck and lowered
herself over it until her pink puffy vulva was engulfing it. Her face was
overcome with an expression of pure bliss.
Let me tell you, I wish I knew then
what I know now about bonobos. But the fact was, we were both quick learners. I
know some of you are probably thinking that she probably looked like some ugly
human. You can think that if you like. I was looking at her as a cousin
species, and it wasn't all that bad.
I assumed this was her first time,
and she was into it like any hormone laden female. She let gravity drive her
body down over mine. Even then, she
gripped my sides with her feet, pinching my skin again my ribs. Thankfully, her
fingers were interlaced with each other, sparing my neck a massive bruise.
You know how chimps get when they're
excited? Oh you know; that frantic bobbing up and down. Well, try having one
doing that on your cock. She was like a little kid; in her enthusiasm as well
as her size. Sure she was hairy. So was every other animal I had screwed here,
save the seal and the ostrich. And feathers
were close.
She got so vigorous I had to press
my hands against the sides of the shower to keep from tipping over. It was the
happiest I had seen her to date, and I wasn't upset by her display of joy and
that's a fact. I was on the receiving end of it. Her hips were working away at
blinding speed, and I winced internally think how hard that intrusion of mine
must be stretching her out.
She was one tight little lady and I
mean that sincerely. She wasn't full sized yet , and I doubted that a male
chimp had as much between his legs as I did. I knew that gorillas certainly
didn't come equipped to match their size. Humans had bragging rights when it
came to that.
As it was, she was filling up
entirely without taking in all I had to offer. In other words, I was bottoming
out inside her cozy pink tunnel. That was something I definitely couldn't do in
too many other animals here; not and have them live to see another day. I'd
probably tear them wide open. But this little girl was all about the contact,
inside and out. And she was making sure I knew it.
At this time, I knew nothing about
bonobos and their sexual activities, so I was bemused by her vigor and passion.
It was also one of the few times my animal partner was as active, if not more
so, than me. My asinine friend was quite the horny girl, but this chimp was
three time that, easily. And even better, she was presently living with me in
my quarters, such as they were.
We were done when I finally had
enough of this treatment and blew my wad. I can't say how long we were at it,
but not more than fifteen or twenty minutes. That was about when the hot water
gave out. I erupted inside her, which seemed to go unnoticed, as she continued
to work away on my cock. I lost rigidity, causing us to come apart. But she
still continued to rub herself tightly against me.
I grabbed a towel and coaxed her
onto a side table, where I scrubbed her as dry as I could. I also mopped up her
crotch, were my cum was leaking out. It just got her going some more. She was
one wound-up, tight little lady!
I used a second towel to dry my
hair, even though I figured it was pointless. It was just habit. She hooted and
pursed her lips as I dried myself off. It was obvious that she liked the close
contact. And it was very, very close contact. Intimate. I was left wondering
what that was going to mean for my future. She was supposed to be moved to a
separate viewing pen. Something told me she wasn't going to be amenable to that
situation. And neither was I.
She was going to be staying with
me.
That night we slept together, and
it was a sweet and endearing sight watching her gather pillows and towels to
make a nest. She was still a bit damp, but it wasn't much of a problem for me.
She curled up and closed her eyes, letting out a low quiet hoot. She was
definitely feeling content.
In the morning she was up before I
was, but she didn't go far. She was looking to me for everything she needed,
and that included taking her outside. It was the crack of dawn, so I put on some
boxers and took her out to urinate. She happily ran around her official pen,
swinging from the bars. Maybe she wasn't going to be completely put off by her
own quarters. That was a good thing.
We headed back then and I got out
some more fruit. It was cute how she shared her food with me, and I was
expected to do the same, even if we were eating the same things. And when I
wasn't paying close enough attention to her, she moved over and sat on my lap.
It didn't take long, with all of her wiggling, for my cock to harden up.
There was no fighting it, so I
loosened up my fly and allowed her to sit. She was wet and slippery, and went
down over it like it was nothing. She turned her head and stretched her arm
back and gave me a kiss. Then she went back to eating. It was totally and
completely surreal.
Needless to say I got fucked by a
chimp at the breakfast table. She was a little more subtle about it than I
expected. Instead of thrusting her hips, she just used her internal muscles to
squeeze me as she finished her food. I can't say that I ever considered the
concept of eating and having sex at the same time. It was certain a time saver.
By the time she had worked me up to blowing my wad, I had just enough time to
wash up, get dressed and head out for my duties.
On a whim I took her with me. My
one boss was rather alarmed by the presence of a "loose" wild animal, but as
she clung to me with an unbreakable grip, I was left to my own devices. The
visitors loved her, but I did caution them to keep their distance. In the end,
I took her to her pen and allowed her to acclimate to it. I came back after an
hour and allowed her to resume her ride on my side. She seemed none the worse
for the experience.
She hung out with me the rest of
the day, hanging off of my side. She was a little much to haul around, and I figured
it was going to take some time before my muscles and back got used to it.
Eventually she consented to walking beside me, holding my hand. That made life
a little easier for me.
The crowds loved her, and she was often
the center of attention when we made our rounds in the zoo. She even helped
with feeding time, throwing fish to the seals and hauling in hay for the
domestic animals. And every night she kept me up for hours until I finally got
her tired out. I was beginning to think I was going to have to put her in her
pen just so that I could get some sleep! But then again, sleep was overrated!