Chapter 4 =========


The noise of a startled, angry bird made Blair sit up and blink herself into a rude awakening.

"Shut up," she screamed at the noise as it flew past her window. "You haven't got any manners at all."

She pulled her mosquito netting back and stared out into the dim light of early morning.

The jungle was beautiful all right. But she sure hated those damned noisy birds for ruining her sleep.

They had a way of doing that. Disturbing her sleep, even her conversations with her father. She wondered if they had something personal against her.

"You'd be kicked out of the finer social circles in Boston, you know," she said out her window.

A heated, chirpy reply came floating down to her from the tree tops. She looked up to see the beautiful emerald green jungle less than one hundred yards away from her.

Her father and the native workers had found a great clearing to build their lodging in. There was ample room to put a lean-to, with the help of some aluminum poles, and a lot of lumber and canvas. There were three black men along this trip.

More than Dr. Fortner usually took. But he would have need of them. They planned to try a bold experiment, and he would need the extra two hands. Work had already begun on it, and Blair grew more excited by the day.

An intricate network of webbed netting and aluminum was being constructed not far away from where they camped. Just a few yards into the trees. It was big enough to house a gorilla, but it was also a trap. A trap to store a living, breathing, active gorilla in and also to observe him from the outside.

The idea was to lure a gorilla inside. To set fruits or nuts or even something more enticing inside and sit and wait for a gorilla to step in, then watch as the weight of his body automatically tripped a lever that would pull the remaining mesh webbing down on him and seal him off from exiting again.

There would of course, be provisions made for him to stay there. Food and water could be put inside, and he would be able to see out, but it was a well-documented fact according to Dr. Fortner, that gorillas loathed closed-in spaces.

"Morning, dear," Dr. Fortner called to his daughter as she stepped out of the tent.

Blair smiled at her father who was sitting under a tree at a huge, round wood table having coffee and making notes. Two of the black men were tying the trap up.

"How's that thing coming along?" she said, grabbing the bulk of her blonde hair, and tossing it back over her shoulders.

"Nearly ready," he said, sipping his demitasse cup.

How the man could act so civilized out here, Blair couldn't understand. The middle of the tropical jungles of Africa and this man was sitting sipping his coffee for all the world like he was sitting at home in his kitchen, staring out at the bird bath.

It was all she could do to keep her clothes on. Even now, she looked down at herself all of a sudden and noticed she had on only the sheerest of nighties.

It was something she had been warned about doing in the jungle. Too many insects and crawling bugs to sleep nude, but she was damned if she was gonna sleep in an insulated suit, either.

"I think before sundown," her father said, standing up and heading toward the trap.

"Great," Blair said back, fishing around the pile on her trunk for something to put on.

She found her favorite soft, chamois safari shirt and tore her nightie off above her head.

As her arms reached skyward, she got a sniff of herself.

"Wow," she said, under her breath, "time for a beauty bath."

The men were going to put up a shower of some sort in the camping ground, but first things had to come first. Like building that trap. In the meantime, there was the river finger. And the pool of mountain run-off less than half a mile from camp.

Which would it be today? Nice to have two bathrooms to decide between, Blair thought, as she grabbed her clothes and hurried into them. She stepped gingerly into her safari boots and laced them up loos
nuts and with the help of some dried beans and grains, they ate healthy as long as they were there.

Having the natives along was sometimes uncomfortable, and Blair tried to look the other way when they shot an alligator or deer. But they killed only what they needed to eat, often settling for fish or some kind of wild bird, so it was a bit easier to take than if they just shot for sport. That she could not abide. It sickened her even to think about it. Fortunately, none of those types were around here. They stayed out of the deep jungle, where they could get lost or have the weather turn on them. Or have the natives turn on them.

She waved to her father, "Going to the river finger," she said, cuffing a leaf off the tree closest to her. It would provide a dry shelf for her clothes and towel while she stepped into the shallow water and washed herself.

Slipping into the steamy jungle growth, looking at the mazes of twisted vines that fell randomly down from the tree tops, seeing the profusion of wild red and purple jungle flowers ... these things gave Blair a serene feeling as she tramped along. The underbrush between here and the river was not so difficult to navigate, and there was already a little path worn out where she and her father and his helpers had been traveling.

The river finger was a spill-off from the large navigable river that ran about five miles to the west. She could stand in the shallow basin of the river finger and bathe to her heart's content. There were even places, cool and refreshing, where she could wade in up to her chin if she liked.

She turned into the open air and caught just a tiny glimpse of sky above the tree tops. She surveyed the ground looking for a place to put the palmetto leaf.

And then, she saw it. She had seen some of them before. Her father and the natives had pointed them out to her. It was a good sign. A sign they had come to the right place.

The right place to find gorillas. A huge gorilla footprint lay deeply-embedded in the moist, clay soil next to her hand.

She stood straight up and looked around. It was an instinctive move. Nothing was there. Still, when a print like that was staring at you. What else were you supposed to think?

She was anxious to tell her father about it. She almost rushed right back and told him then. But, she had come to the river finger to bathe, and that is what she was going to do.

She stepped out of her boots and smoothly peeled her clothing off. She gave a little sigh as she looked around. It felt so natural to be alone and naked in this place.

So wholesome and clean to expose your body to these lushly verdant plants and wild, uncaring animals.

A brightly-colored bird flew overhead and screeched down at her.

"Critic!" Blair hollered back in a mocking tone.

She stepped into the water and grabbed the bar of soap. She dipped it in the water and lathered it up. She worked the heavy lather in smooth, even strokes along her slender arms and up and down her flat stomach. She sat down in the shallows and began rubbing her tits. She rubbed them in huge caressing circles, around and around.

She felt herself glowing, even under the cool water. Touching herself like this in these circumstances always made her incredibly aroused. Maybe it was just the place. She found the jungle so sensual. It always made her want to take off her clothes and expose herself to someone or something. And it made her pussy lips chatter together in mounting excitement.

She watched as her deeply-hued pussy lips darkened and her nipples stiffened to a peak. She rubbed her nipples around and around in her hands and let out a sigh of uncontrolled passion as she felt the intense heat build up between her legs.

Suddenly she felt something rubbing her legs.

"What the fuck?" she said, jumping out of the water and going for her knife.

The thing had been something small, but she had no idea what it was. She unsheathed her blade and aimed it at the intruder under the wate
wrapped its long, muscular girth around her leg.

Fully ten inches in diameter, the thing tightened up on her and then, just as quickly untightened its grip.

So you wanna play? Blair thought to herself, stepping up onto a rock she knew would provide her with the footing to see above water once she was standing there.

She stood up on the rock carefully and steadied herself by gripping onto the outcropping with her hand. She slowly stood up and then, once her head was out of the water, she sat back down on a smooth little rounded-out spot on the rock.

Sitting there like this, she had a great view of the jungle and the water. And her body, or most of it, was immersed in the river.

She laughed out loud as the thought of that slippery eel came back to her. How wily and swift it had been, flashing itself at her like that.

Again something brushed her leg. This time, instead of jumping up, she had an idea it might be her friend the eel.

She reached her hand out slowly and gripped the huge, powerful snake-like creature right around its neck.

The thing slithered in closer to her.

"What's your game anyway?" Blair said as the eel tail flew up above the water and slapped down hard into it. The thick, probing eel tail found its way in between her legs and caressed her thighs with its huge, smooth muscular and rhythmic squirms.

"So you like ladies, huh?" she said, to her willing companion, "you're nothing but a worm, I don't see how you could possibly please me." But even as she said these words, she felt herself growing hotter and more excited. She loved the touch of that slippery skin. It felt smooth, like plastic, only so warm and alive.

"Well, you're hung," she grinned, "I'll say that for you."

Still circling the eel's round body with her hand, she felt it tickle her high, higher, higher up her thighs.

She wondered if the thing knew how close he was getting to really turning her on.

At least she presumed it was a he, though she had no idea of eels were kinky enough to try it lesbo style. How the hell would she know the difference, anyway.

The giant worm didn't seem to object to her touching it, though. And touching it was making her glow with heat and passion. Even more heat than was in all the jungle.

"Ooooooh," she sighed as the thick, strong eel tail rubbed against her cunt lips.

"Naughty little boy," she said, wondering if that was a fluke, or was it going to try it again.

She hadn't much time to think about it before the thick rubber tail slapped her pussy lips hard.

The sting rose up into her burning core and seered into her brain. Such a crazy way to get turned on. Was she delirious or something?

She tossed around in the water, testing the thick snake to see if it would follow her pussy. Sure enough. Whichever way she turned, the snake would follow with its thick, punishing tail.

She let go of the thing around its neck and watched as it dived down, down into the water. She saw its controlled, rubbery tail flash up above the water.

Well, that's it, she thought. The thing is gone. No more fun. Sweet while it lasted.

But seconds later, she knew she was wrong. The thing was back, only this time it was using its head. Using its thick, rock hard head to knock against her pussy lips. And from the sound of the knocking, he wanted in!!!!!

"Shit!" Blair said, reaching down and stroking the thing under the chin. But the eel was having none of it.

It nipped her fingers so hard she pulled them back. The thing rammed its head against her outer, blonde-covered lips and butted against them hard, like a battering ram.

"Well, you're persistent," she said, reaching down and spreading her own cunt lips with her fingers.

She looked down to see how hard her nipples had grown in the last few seconds. And now she could see the tail of the eel slithering out of the water and making its way across her chest, the tip of it encircling her left nipple and squeezing it till she let out a shriek.
the willowy, wily intruder.

She sat up a bit and looked down into the clear water. Just below the surface, she could see her cunt crack at the top, the clit sticking out huge and engorged from between her splayed out lips. And something that looked like an enormous green garden hose was sticking out of her cunt. Out and down, down, down to the depths of the water, then up, up, up and finally ending in the little pointed tail that was even now squeezing her nipple hard in its grasp.

I hope this thing isn't looking for a permanent home in there, she thought, as her head spun in the thick heat of arousal and wild fantasy.

How full and good this thing felt inside her cunt. But there was no way her hole could be stretched another inch. Having this creature fuck her was the equivalent of being fist fucked by an Olympic weight lifter.

Then, the eel started making sparks fly behind her brain. Across her cunt lips, too.

It began a series of fine, smooth jerks in and out her wild, writhing pussy chute.

Feeling the smooth, round snake fuck its way into and then out of her, made her see stars, even though it was bright daylight.

"Oh, fuck me," she cried to the treetops.

"Fuck that cunt," she hollered.

She bounced her hips so hard up and down against the rocks, she gave herself bruises on her backside. She didn't care. Having this thick eel dildo stuck inside her, having it jerk in and out, out and in her tight, pink pussy slit was driving her stark, raving mad. "Oh, fuck that cunt," she hollered again, "I'm ready for it."

She rammed her hips down onto the stone harder and harder as the eel kept up its crazed lunatic pace. In and out, out and in. The thing was growing larger and larger before her eyes.

She felt her cunt lips and her pussy hole stretch to the breaking point. Any more pressure from inside and she would surely burst.

The nerve endings of her pussy were pressed back, back and getting the daylights massaged out of them. She didn't know if she could stand any more pain or any more ecstasy.

And she didn't know which was which right now.

"Oh, fuck that thing, you crazy snake," she said, feeling a trickle of drool seep out of her mouth and run down her chin.

She pulled her cunt lips together as close as she could and rubbed them along the fine, silken surface of the eel's hide.

That did it. She took in one more breath and let go in a series of wild, hysterical orgasms. She tossed her hips up and down, banging them on the rocks. She threw her blonde wet head around and around. The jungle swirled in front of her eyes. The river finger danced and rolled in her vision.

"God, that's perfect!!!" she cried, tossing her hips up in one final burst of passion.

She felt the eel pull itself out in one wild swoop. It felt as if he had taken the whole inside of her cunt with him.

"Owwwwww," she yelled as her skin caught fire with the heat of the friction from the slithering eel.

She yelled and moaned and cursed the playful big serpent. She watched it slither away, squirming gleefully and causing ripples in its wake. Ripples that lingered in the water. The only trace of the whirlwind orgasms that still spun around and around in her head and high up under her cunt.

A few moments later, Blair caught her breath and brought her legs a little closer together. She felt betrayed. Betrayed and cheated.

She didn't know exactly why. Well, what do you expect from lower animals, she thought. Snakes were snakes. And that one sure behaved like one. Creeping off when the going got rough. Or maybe she had been squeezing her cunt muscles too tightly for its own comfort.

Either way, it was no longer here.

And now, she was alone. Peace and solitude.

Just what she had come here for.

She let her legs slide together and rubbed her thighs a bit. The soothing water flowed in and out of her stretched-out pussy slit.

She felt the healing water act as a balm on her swollen and raw insides.

"Fucking snak
chattering noise greeted her back. The gorilla was screaming at her. Screaming in a loud, raucous voice that could only have meant one thing.

He was laughing at her. Laughing at her in shrill, full, peals of chattering, tongue-clucking of laughter that sounded and re-sounded throughout the thick, dense jungle forest.