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Subject: Carla the Love Pet (man/chimp)
Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 09:29:41 -0500
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Carla the Love Pet
When I was about 25, I had a friend who owned a large pet store. I've
always been an animal lover, so I found myself hanging around the store
quite a bit, helping out occasionally. My friend sold an amazing variety of
animals, not just the usual dogs, cats and fish. There were rabbits,
ferrets, hedgehogs, armadillos, large exotic birds. There were also a lot
of things that I never understood why anyone would want for a pet, like
snakes, tarantulas, and giant centipedes. And there was a single
chimpanzee, whom he had named Carla.
The chimp was about 11 years old, and as far as I knew, she had been there
since the store opened. Many local municipalities have laws against keeping
certain exotic animals (especially large ones), so this is not too
surprising. I'm not really sure what my friend was thinking when he
acquired her. But she had sort of become the store mascot, wandering freely
most of the day, tagging along after the help, and occasionally lending a
bit of a hand in caring for the smaller animals. She was very bright, and I
don't really think anyone had any intention of trying to sell her, at this
point. She had become a familiar fixture around the place.
One day, both of his employees suddenly quit, leaving my friend in a bind.
He was supposed to be the "best man" in someone's wedding, several states
away, in just a few days. That would leave him with no option now but to
close the store while he was away. Torn between two obligations, he asked
me if I would be willing to man the store for a week, while he was away.
"You already know most of what has to be done," he said. "I'd be really
grateful." Well, working in a pet store wasn't what I wanted to do with the
rest of my life, but I was between jobs at the moment. I was also between
girlfriends, so I really had no social life to speak of. I told him I'd do
it. "I really appreciate this," he told me. "I owe you big time, and I'll
make it up to you when I get back."
He put me on the payroll, and we arranged for me to work the next few full
days at the store, just before he had to leave. When the last day came to a
close, he handed me the keys, thanked me again, and left for the wedding. I
was on my own.
My first day by myself passed easily. I let Carla out, and she followed me
around the entire day, helping whenever she could. She seemed to understand
a lot of what was spoken to her, almost to the point of being eerie... but
she was actually a real help to me. When the day finally ended, I locked up
the front and went back to the office to put the money in the safe. Carla,
whom I hadn't thought to put back in her cage yet, followed me into the
office. So I turned to her and said, "What do you think, girl? Did we do
okay?" She responded by stamping her feet a few times, and doing what I
think of as "cooing", that simian vocalizing that sounds like soft laughter.
I've always assumed they do it to indicate understanding, or possibly
agreement.
On impulse, I said, "Give me a hug!" Carla then surprised me by jumping up
and wrapping herself around me in a full-body hug... and I mean a full-body
hug. Her arms were long, and easily reached around my back, but her
powerful lower limbs were like a second set of arms, and they locked her
whole body tightly against me.
I was a little startled, but Carla was obviously just trying to express her
affection, so I held her that way for a bit, patting and stroking her furry
back. (Chimpanzees are shorter-legged than humans, but they make up for it
in torso length, which made this feel like hugging a small woman.) I didn't
think anything of it, the way you'd hug a good friend on occasion and not
give it a thought. But after a few minutes, I noticed that with Carla
holding on as tightly as she was, our crotches were pretty well pinned
together. And the heat of her body against me was giving me a hard-on.
This was interesting...
Thinking back, I recalled reading somewhere that chimps reach full sexual
maturity somewhere around the age of 10. Carla had grown up away from her
own kind, always in the company of humans, so she had passed through
adolescence without having had any opportunity to follow her raging
hormones. In other words, she was hot to trot, and I was accidentally
providing the closest thing to sexual stimulation that she had ever
experienced. With this thought, my hard-on grew of its own accord, and as
its pressure mounted on her warm crotch, Carla started to rub herself
against me. I had never entertained the thought of having sex with an
animal, but despite any "taboo" reservations, it was definitely crossing my
mind now.
Trying a little experiment, I started rubbing my now fully-erect dick
against Carla's warm body. She responded immediately, cooing and matching
my rhythm. At that point, all those hang-ups melted away, and suddenly I
wanted to give her what she wanted, whether she was of a different species
or not. Prying her away just enough, I went to undo my pants, when I
noticed that they were wet in two places: down low, from Carla's awakening
juices, and just above the tip of my dick, from my own stimulation. We were
both ready for this!
I had just succeeded in tugging my pants down about halfway to my knees,
when Carla regained her leverage and yanked herself back against me. This
time, though, my exposed erection automatically settled into the warm, moist
crevice between her pussy-lips. My legs almost buckled from the rush of
heat, and Carla immediately began rubbing up and down again, only with new
intensity. Breathlessly, I said, "Does this feel good to you, girl? It
does to me, too!" SO good, in fact, that I couldn't wait any longer. I
took ahold of Carla by her little ass and lifted her straight up a few
inches, pulling my throbbing dick down between those silky lips and slipping
its pulsing head underneath her, all in one motion. Finding the entrance to
her vagina was easy, and I desperately began pushing into her. We were both
pretty wet by this time, so all of a sudden, I found myself sliding
full-length into the hottest, most pleasurable pussy I've ever experienced
in my life!
Carla cooed excitedly, grabbed my ass with her lower "hands" and thrust
herself hard against me, driving me in so deep that I thought I'd come out
the other side. Time seemed to stop for just a moment - here I was, locked
tight to this creature, buried in her hot, animal cunt, it was
unbelievable! -- and then we both started humping furiously, neither of us
could help it. Carla's thrusts came much faster than mine, but she quickly
slowed down to match my rhythm. As hard as we pumped, though, I still
couldn't feel her cervix. Her tight, virgin hole felt endless, drawing me
in deeper with each frantic stroke! The feeling was so incredibly intense,
I came like a freight train after only a few moments, shooting wave after
wave of my semen deep into her furry body. Carla continued to ride me for
several minutes, and since I had no idea how to gauge a chimp's orgasm, I
just kept pumping, making sure she had time to come as well. Besides, I was
in no mood to cut this encounter short! As she finally wound down, my mind
began to think up a way that we wouldn't have to.
Carla finally let me disengage us, and I gently set her down. "Carla, you'
re very good!" I told her, as I pulled my pants back up, tucking in my
still-erect (and very wet) member as best I could. "Would you like to come
home with me?" She acted excited and seemed to understand, so I took her
hand to lead her out to my car, intending to take her home for the night.
Why not? All I had to go home to was an empty apartment. Carla had been
toilet-trained years earlier, so she wouldn't be a cleanliness problem.
What she would be was a night full of great sex. which she obviously wanted
as much as I did!
Carla wasn't too comfortable with wearing a seat belt, but she endured it
for the short drive. Slipping her into my place easily in the dark, I
turned on some lights and gave her a quick tour. She knew what the bathroom
was, but I had to explain the bedroom to her. I told her it was where we
could give each other more "hugs", and that seemed to click. My dick was
already getting hard again, but before taking Carla into my bed, I thought
it might be good to clean her up some. So I undressed and took us both into
the shower. She didn't seem to mind as I shampooed her from head to toe,
and rinsed her off under the warm spray. Then I asked her for another "hug"
, and she eagerly leaped into my arms. Supporting her by the hips, I slid
myself easily back into her still-moist hole, and we fucked for the second
time (just as hard as the first), standing there under the warm shower
spray.
After drying both of us off (Carla needed three towels to dry her fur), I
led her into the bedroom, where we climbed under the covers and had more sex
than I thought I was capable of in one night. Carla didn't seem to care
what position we tried, she just cooed happily and humped me again and
again. When my dick needed a short rest, I used my hands to pleasure her
and explore her body. Although her hips were narrow like a young girl's,
her labia and vagina were built pretty much like a woman. And as I said,
she was so deep that neither my dick nor my fingers could find the cervix
that must be at the other end. (Later, I satisfied my curiosity with a
long-handled stirring spoon and a tape-rule: she was a little over 10
inches deep! Those male chimps must be well-endowed.) I eventually figured
out how to spot her orgasm when it came, and that added to our enjoyment.
We banged each other's brains out well into the wee hours of the morning,
until we both collapsed from sheer exhaustion and fell into a contented
sleep, in spoon position.
The next day, I made sure we got to the store early enough that nobody would
see us, and opened up for business as if nothing had happened. Carla was
her usual helpful self, and the store was moderately busy. All day long,
all I could think of was taking Carla home again, and it seemed that the day
would never end. But finally it did, and I whisked us home for another
night of sexual abandon. We repeated the shower scene, coming together like
eager new lovers, and then climbed back into bed for a repeat of the first
night's experience. Over and over we rolled, me on top, then her on top,
then doggie-style, then on my knees with her wrapped tightly around me . our
fucking was so natural, it felt more right than anything in my life ever had
before. And I wondered why in the world I'd had any hang-ups to begin with.
What could possibly be wrong about this? Carla seemed happy, I was happy,
and we didn't even have to worry about her getting pregnant, no matter how
much of my semen poured into her eager body!
The week passed by in a blur, days at the store and nights with Carla. I
found that she wasn't inventive at all, but she was a quick learner and
eager to try anything. For instance, I taught her how to do me in her mouth
by sucking on her finger, then having her suck on my finger (without
biting!), then giving her my dick, which she took without hesitation. With
her elongated jaw and those generous lips, it was the best oral sex I've
ever had. Carla even seemed to think of my semen as some sort of treat, a
reward for a job well-done. I had never met a woman who seemed to love
everything about me so unconditionally. And so hungry for sex. as early as
the second night, she would jump into bed before me, anxious to get started.
In the shower, she could hardly wait to leap up and impale herself on my
grateful love-pole. By the third or fourth night, she started helping me
pull off my clothes. And after we dried off, she began taking my hand and
tugging me toward the bedroom, making no secret of what she wanted. She
even started making the first move, climbing on top of me as soon as I lay
down. She would surround my fast-returning erection with her moist labia
and rub us into a frenzy, until I couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed her by
the hips, and thrust myself up into her. This was a complaint I had had
with every girlfriend in the past, that she always wanted me to initiate
things. Carla had no such reservations about going after what pleased us
both, and her simple honesty was refreshing and endearing. One morning, I
awoke early to find her with my quickly-hardening dick already in her mouth,
all on her own. I stroked her strong, furry back as she brought me to a
slow, dreamy climax. Then she cuddled up next to me as we fell back asleep,
my fingers lazily playing with her as I pondered my good fortune.
Somewhere around the fifth night, I finally threw my last inhibitions
overboard. Carla was stretched out next to me, with her feet toward the
pillow and her face over my crotch, contentedly nursing on me. and it
occurred to me how she had accepted everything about me without question. I
realized I owed her the same, holding nothing back. I lifted up her hips,
swung her over me, and finally took her in my mouth in "69" position. She
had a heavy, musky scent down there, even after showering, which I found
pretty exciting once I got used to it. Carla seemed to like this best of
all, sucking on me for all she was worth and pushing her hips excitedly
against me. Her pussy juices began running freely down my chin, and I drank
them in with the same eagerness she'd shown for my own fluids. We gave to
each other completely, quickly reaching a new level of intense mutual
pleasure. As I exploded into her mouth, and she spasmed in mine, I decided
I had found the perfect partner: no games, no dishonesty, just perfect
enjoyment of each other's bodies without reservation. I wanted to keep
Carla with me for the rest of our lives. Rolling her to the side and
turning us face-to-face, I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. My
still-throbbing dick (sucked dry, but still slippery from her saliva) found
its own way into her pussy-lips, and she wrapped those 4 powerful arms
around me, gripping me by the ass cheeks and pulling me deep into her silky,
simian cunt. On impulse, I kissed her on the lips, and she surprised me by
kissing back, lightly at first, then more deeply as she figured out what I
was trying to do. The taste and smell of our combined sex was intoxicating,
as we continued to kiss, man and chimpanzee locked in total union. We began
to pump, lazily at first, but then more feverishly, and I rolled on top of
her. We truly made love, that time, both of us coming to an exquisite,
prolonged peak at the same moment, then just lying in each other's arms,
spent for the night. As I drifted off to sleep, I vowed to find a way to
make Carla mine forever.
When my friend came home, he thanked me over and over for helping him out.
"What can I do to repay you? Name your price," he said. "Give me Carla," I
responded. "Done!" he said. And with that, our life together began. I
took Carla home and never returned her to the pet store. And I never went
back to women. I had found my perfect Love Pet!
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