Chapter 2 =========


"I'll get that," Dr. Fortner called to his daughter from the living room.

They hadn't been home more than a half hour, and the doorbell was jangling already. The man had to admit that he, too, would welcome a little jungle solitude for a change.

"Hi, Dr. F.," Cathy's chipper little voice called in to him from the front steps. The man stood back and let the exuberant girl and the young man accompanying her come into the room. He stared at the young man a moment, waiting to be introduced.

"Uh, Dr. Fortner," Cathy said, remembering her manners at last, "this is Harold Rhymer. Harold, this is Blair's father."

"I think you'd better have a seat in the living room," the dapper grey-haired man said, "the rest of the rooms are filled with packing crates."

"Thanks," Cathy said, ushering her date into the front room.

Blair came tripping down the steps calling to her father, "Is that Cathy?"

"Yes, dear," her father shouted back, "and the young man accompanying her."

Blair's feet hit the bottom of the steps and she stared a moment. This was Cathy's date? He wasn't at all what she had expected. She thought somebody bookish, pale, and drawn ... like Owen Divers, maybe.

But this guy was a gorgeous hunk of beefy manhood. Tall and stately, but extremely well-developed muscularly.

And he had a beard. What was it about men with beards that automatically rated them an extra three points in her book? And this wasn't just a little skimpy Van Dyke, this was a full-blown beard.

Luscious, full, and hairy. Just the way she liked them.

But she shouldn't be standing here drooling over him mentally, after all, he was Cathy's date.

"How do you do?" Harold Rhymer said, standing up tall and erect and staring her in the eyes. He gets another two points just for looking me in the eye, Blair thought to herself as she joined them on the sofa.

"How was the dinner?" Cathy said, eagerly smiling over at her friend.

"A little like a wake, only there was less to drink," Blair said back. "I guess I shouldn't be saying such things in front of my father, though. Sorry, Dad."

"Oh, that's quite all right," the steely-eyed, sober man said back to her, "I get a little tired of that university crowd myself once in a while. Won't be seeing much of them for the next six months, though."

"Six months?" Harold said.

In spite of herself, Blair found herself bristling at the sound of his voice. It was dark and deep and heavy. Irresistible. Like molasses pouring out of a long spout.

Blair blinked her eyes hard and tried to snap herself out of these daydreams she was having lately. Probably had something to do with not getting laid in the last eight weeks.

"Blair and Dr. Fortner are going to Africa tomorrow," Cathy said, "that's why I wanted to come over ... just to say Good-bye to them."

"Business or pleasure?" the young man asked, leaning back in the chair and looking at the fascinating souvenirs of a life lived in the exotic and far-flung outposts of the world.

Ivory, wood-carved statues and stone urns and pottery pieces cluttered the room. Thick, blonde straw mats and animal skin rugs lay on the floor. Spears and hunting blow-guns lined the walls. It almost looked like the African room at the museum.

"Business, but it's my pleasure, too," the grey-haired Dr. Fortner answered.

"Dr. Fortner researches Greater Primates," Cathy said, "he's also written a lot of books about man's relationship to apes. Did you read Man and Ape Man? That was his."

"I sure did," the thick-voiced, dark-haired man said, "great book."

"Thank you," Dr. Fortner said, "I'm happy about that one. Gave me a chance to interest the public in our distant cousins, the apes."

"Fascinating subject," Harold said, nodding his head as if in agreement with himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Fortner."

"Thank you," the man said, standing up and shaking the ashes out of his pipe into the fireplace, "but I'm afraid the meeting will have to be shor
us only distantly related."

"Don't turn up your nose, Blair," Cathy said, "Humans deserve to be studied, too. I myself like to study them. Especially in shopping malls."

"Interesting," Harold said, reaching in his back pocket for a cigarette.

When he did, Blair noticed a rich, lush growth on his chest, just below his collarbone. What was it about men with hairy chests? She loved men with hairy chest. How come Cathy got so lucky all of a sudden? She had been looking for some piece of beef like this Rhymer guy for some time and nothing so far.

Then, on the night before the night she has to sail away, her best friend waltzes in the door with this! Nice work, Cathy.

"I find personally that humans in some situations behave more like animals," the young man continued.

"I wouldn't put animals down like that," Cathy said.

"She's right, you know, Harold," Blair said, "You defame animals by comparing them to humans."

"Didn't know I'd find myself in the company of two beautiful animal lovers tonight," he said, lighting his cigarette with the lighter on the teak wood table in front of him.

"So what's wrong with animals?" Blair found herself snapping defensively.

"Nothing at all," Harold replied, "they're fine in their place. But they are, you must admit, somewhat limited."

"Yes," Blair said, "if you define them and explain them in human terms. But we must remember, animals don't abide by human terms. They have a code of their own, depending on the species, of course."

She didn't know why she felt hot and flushed all over all of a sudden. Maybe the heat. But there wasn't mach of that. Possibly the arguing, but this was hardly an argument, either.

Maybe it was that Rhymer guy. He was a big, beautiful specimen of the human race if she had ever seen one. She caught a little sneaky peek of the hair in between his open shirt collar again. It was every bit as dark and thick and ample as she remembered it from the last peek.

Yes, she thought, feeling the little trill of her cunt lips as they vibrated together enough to make her clit stiffen slightly. It probably was him. Why did he have to be so gorgeous and hairy, anyway?

After a few snatches of innocuous conversation, she grabbed a hold of Cathy by her jacket lapel.

"Let's go into the bathroom, uh, the kitchen a moment, Cathy," she said, trying not to sound too eager, "I have to show you something."

Cathy bounced up and wondered to herself what in hell her friend was keeping in the kitchen that would be worth pulling her away from Harold Rhymer. But, she padded dutifully after her friend anyway.

"How would you like to give me a going-away present, Cathy?" she said, smiling cautiously at her friend.

"Hadn't thought much about it, Kid," Cathy said, leaning against the kitchen counter and eyeing the refrigerator, "What have you got in mind?"

"Harold?" Blair said in a quiet, deadly little voice.

A full twenty seconds before an answer.

"No way, man," her diminutive friend shot back, "I saw him first."

"Oh, come on, Cathy," she begged, "wouldn't it be a blast? The three of us together? It's only for tonight. It has to be."

"Are you crazy?" Cathy said, staring wide-eyed at her friend and neighbor. What did this looney tune dame have on her mind anyway? Did she think she was a faggot or something?

"You think I'm queer, is that it?" Cathy said.

"Oh, Cathy," the blonde girl said, feeling a rush of hot steam escape her lips and trying to get a grip on her patience, "threesomes don't mean you're queer."

"Who said anything about a fucking threesome," Cathy felt near to the boiling point. Not that she didn't want to get it on with Harold. And maybe someday, she'd even like to get it on with Blair. But both of them. In the same night? She was hardly prepared for a double whammy like that all at once.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Blair said, "please? For old time's sake?"

"What old times?" the fuzzy-haired girl shot back hotly, "we'
voice the essence of calm composure, "if we both want to. After Blair leaves I mean."

"But tonight?" Cathy said, swallowing hard.

"Well," Harold began, completely in control of himself, "tonight I'd like to be with both of you, if you don't mind."

"Wow!" Cathy said, shaking her head and trying to take it all in. "You two certainly have me beat for lack of inhibitions. Guess I'm not that cool."

"Oh, you're cool all right," Blair said, nodding to her friend, "Maybe too cool. If you don't want to get involved, we can drop it, as far as I'm concerned."

"Me, too," Harold said, patting his date on the back, "I don't want to do anything that would upset you."

"Where?" Cathy said, blandly.

"Where what?" Blair said, shaking her head in confusion.

"Where shall the three of us get it on?" the girl said, making a face and putting her hand over her mouth to keep back a giggle.

"Let's go upstairs," Blair said, beckoning the two of them to follow her. "But don't make too much noise. Dad may be asleep by now."

"Don't want this to turn into a foursome," Cathy giggled as they climbed the stairs. "Not that I'd mind getting it on with your dad, Blair. He's such a handsome guy."

Blair pushed her bedroom door open and the three of them tiptoed in like thieves in the night.

As soon as the lady of the house flicked on the lights, Harold stared at the walls so hard he almost forgot what he had come up here for. There were pictures all over the place. Even on the ceiling. Monkeys, apes, chimpanzees, gibbons, orangutans, spider monkeys, baboons ... primates of every size, color and description. Doing all kinds of things.

One of them had a monkey on Blair's shoulder. She looked to be about eleven or twelve in the picture. She was a beautiful little angelic girl, even then.

"This you?" he said, pointing toward it.

"Taken in Ceylon," she said, "Sri Lanka, they call it now."

"That's beautiful," the man said, taking off his jacket.

Blair had to hold her breath a moment when the man's jacket came off. She was more anxious than she wanted to admit. She licked her lips anxiously and waited for him to unbutton his shirt. Dared she hope that his entire body would be covered with that rich, dark lustrous coating of hair that so boldly sprang from his chest?

"I've never had a girl eat my pussy before," Cathy said, trying not to let her fingers shake as she unbuttoned her filmy silk blouse. She flipped it open and let the material slide over her suntanned golden shoulders.

"Wow!" Harold said, staring at her as she let the material of her bra cups up and over her perfectly-shaped hot round tit loads.

"Thanks," she said, edgily groping for her skirt zipper. She was more excited than she wanted to admit as she watched Blair unbutton her safari shirt.

She had seen her friend nude a lot of times. In fact, she could hardly get her to keep her clothes on whenever they sunbathed or gardened or cooked together.

The girl seemed to be a born nudist. But to crawl into bed with this gorgeous girlfriend of hers? That was something she hadn't even dreamed of ... well, maybe a couple of times.

But she never thought she would see it turn into a reality.

The blonde's luscious big tit hunks popped into view like twin moons rising above the earth.

"That's gorgeous," she heard Harold say.

He seemed to be admiring both of them. That was diplomatic of him. Anyway, he was being a gentleman about the whole thing. Not grabbing ass or tweaking tit or anything that lewd.

The man unbuttoned his shirt, not daring to look away from the incredibly good double bill on the screen in front of his eyes. He fumbled with the buttons and didn't manage much grace getting out of his shirt, but he was so glued to the spot. He hadn't seen a prettier pair of girls anywhere in his entire academic career. And to think the two of them lived right next door.

"Glad I'm not your neighbor," he heard himself say, pulling off his under-shirt. "I'd b
his pecker grow long and angry, the longer it was left out of the action.

He felt it throb against the inside of his briefs, waiting, thudding against his zipper, eager to be unleashed.

And her tit peaks were succulent to make a meal of. Cathy's were no less breathtaking, if a little smaller. Their nipples did provide a dramatic contrast, though. Cathy's pert, sharp little rose pink ones. And Blair's rather dark, thick rubbery purplish- tinged pair. He couldn't decide which ones to chew on first.

He unzipped his big steely metal zipper and let his pants down over his hips.

Blair let out a gasp when she saw his heavily thicketed legs. They were her dream of a man's legs. Covered from top to base with a lush, shining covering of hair so dark and deep, she could sink her face into it and have to come up for air.

She motioned to Cathy to join her and the two of them slowly, teasingly hooked their hands around the elastic of his briefs and lowered them down over his hardening man cock.

"Oh, my God!" Cathy shouted out first. She had the frontal view as the brief lowering took place.

"Well?" Blair said, coming around to where her friend was standing for a look. The look turned into a fifteen second admiration society.

"Isn't that something?" Cathy said, pointing to the man's hardening rod wand.

Cathy had to gasp for her breath, she had sucked so much in when she first brought his cock into view. It was extraordinarily long and thick. A real juicy find. The top was bullet-shaped, with a deep, angular cock slit in the center of the head. His shaft was plump and slightly hooked toward the ceiling, with a rich, thick under vein of bluish-purple that ran the full length of his shaft.

The shaft seemed to be thicker at the base than it was at the tip. A real inducement to taking it up to the hilt. And his balls were full, hard and massive.

Blair stared at the man's cock a moment, but her eyes couldn't help drifting off. Not that his dick wasn't beautiful. But it was his hair covering that had her magnetized. That body coat of swirling, dark man hair. All over. And especially in his crotch. Around the naked pinkish and tan cock rod. Surrounding and encroaching his thick, dark balls.

"That's a hard-on if I ever saw one," Cathy said, still fumbling with her panties.

"Here," Harold said, helping her off with them. He took a look at the sweet triangular spot between her legs. Moist rich auburn hair that neatly framed her sweet little pink slit.

What a find! Both of them!!!

"Who's first?" Cathy said, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs trying to act casual.

"How about all of us!" Harold said, coming over to her and tilting her chin up for a deep, inviting kiss.

"If he fucks as good as he makes out," she said, "We're home free, Blair."

He leaned the girl back on the bed and separated her legs enough to get his hand down into her cunt bundle.

He pulled a few of her wispy brown hairs out of the way and began skating his fingers around and around the hole of her pussy, building up a sweet friction of sweat, cunt juice, and his own saliva.

"Oooooh," Cathy said, as the build-up of passion and heat took hold of her cunt lips. It felt like it was there to stay a while.

"Can I do something for you?" he said, his breath finding its way out of his rather excited lips somehow. He looked longingly at the blonde dish sitting on the bed next to him.

"Yeah," Blair said, climbing on top of his shoulders, "you sure can."

She straddled the muscular man's neck and thrust her hot, eager twat into his face. She didn't care who he fucked, as long as she could rub her pussy in that sweet, hair-filled face of his.

"That beard feel good?" Harold said, bracing one hand against the headboard for support. He was breathing hotly into her cunt slit as he spoke, so close were her pussy lips to his own thick, dark ones.

"Like a million bucks," Blair said, sliding herself around so that her clit rubbed against the
head that banged against her cunt lips, begging entry.

She had to open her lips a bit with her fingers to get that huge cock head up in there. But it was worth it. She humped her hips hard to scoop the head of the man's hard dick up into her sweet, willing but tight little cunt well.

She felt the thick, hard knob slip inside and stick there. She would have to pump her own hips and work his dick head in and out a bit with her hands to build up the necessary juice to ease penetration. She would really like for that man to hump her as far up as was humanly possible, so the task was a joyous one.

Harold Rhymer shook his head a bit and thrust his chin up hard to let Blair brush her sensitive cunt lips and clit button against his bristly face.

That seemed to be what she was after, though it had taken him a while to realize it. It wasn't the usual thing a girl goes for. But then, Blair Fortner was clearly not your usual girl.

He hauled his log a bit deeper into the luscious little Cathy's sweet cunt spot. Her precious pussy slit seemed to be gifted with knots of tight, engulfing muscles that stroked and pinched his cock knob and urged him ever upward toward her sweet, waiting tight little hot core.

Blair found her even breath again after that series of unbelievable climaxes. She whispered into Harold's ear. "That was delicious. Thanks."

"My pleasure," Harold managed to say.

"Fuck me," Cathy let out as Harold's cock rod came barreling down on her sweet, wild hot little pink pussy.

The clear cunt honey ran in buckets out of her tight little slit as she sat up and watched the man's cock slither ever deeper inside her.

She also saw Blair slip off the man's shoulder and stand on the bed. What the hell was she going to do?

The man scrambled around until he was lying pretty much up on top of the girl he was so studiously and hotly fucking. He inclined himself up and rested on his hands with straight arms as he looked up at Blair standing there, pussy still shoved into his face.

"More?" he said, dutifully.

He loved fucking this girl, but he certainly didn't want to miss the chance of sucking that one at the same time, if he possibly could.

"Lots more," Blair giggled bouncing up and down on the bed and hopping off of it.

"Don't go away, Blair," Cathy called out to her friend. She loved getting fucked by this gorgeous beefcake, but where was her friend going anyway?

"Mind if I just eat you a bit?" she said down to Harold as he continued to pump furiously into the tight sweet cunt hole of her best friend.

"I'd love it," he said, trying to catch his breath, "but how?"

"I'll show you," she said, wiping her cunt with her fingers and licking the juice off.

Harold pulled Cathy's legs up and bent them into her tits. He had a good fucking angle this way, and one guaranteed to send the little girl off into a delightful spill any moment, providing she was willing.

Which she seemed to be.

"Oh, that makes me glow all over," Cathy said, blinking and tossing her head in wild circles.

Blair surveyed the hot little fuck scene. It was gorgeous and very, very arousing. In no time at all, her clit was poking back out between her lips. Of course, it had a bit of help. She had been diddling it to a stiff peak with her fingers.

She climbed on board Harold's back and straddled his round, butt mounds of perfection and thrust her clit between his ass cheeks. She pinched them together fiercely with her hands and began working her pussy button in and out of the tight space she had created.

But more than being tight, this guy was giving her a hairy hole to fuck. That was more damned delightful than anything she could think of. His soft, lustrous hair. That downy covering of delicious moist fur.

"Mmmmmmm," she said as she leaned over and began licking his hairy shoulders. How amply-covered with down they were. How thick and darkly-coated and full and ripe and rich and hairy ... HAIRY!!!

Blair loved that word. That im
could hang on much longer, but he was sure game to try. He rammed his hard cock into the girl's secret triangle hole anew and skewered it around and around. He plugged her savagely as he felt the girl at his back, that sweet, accommodating blonde dig her cunt into his ass valley.

The combination was head-spinning.

Blair looked around the room at all the pictures of her favorite friends ... the apes, the monkeys, the gorillas. How beautiful they were, and how hairy. What a fine coating of hair Harold had on him. Maybe he was part ape. It was delicious fantasy, just imagining that.

In fact, it was enough to make her close her eyes and see it in front of her. This big, brutish man, carrying her off to a cave somewhere and letting her lick his hair until she ...

"Ooooooh," she called out to the two of them as she reeled off into a paroxysm of onrushing orgasms. She was stunned again and again as they hit one after the other, like waves of ecstasy.

Cathy's cunt lips quivered faster than the speed of light as she gripped Harold's beautifully rock hard dick stick between her lips and pressed them down as hard as she could. The man was bouncing his hips so hard, she felt him touch her bottom. He simply couldn't go any further.

"That's crazy," Cathy sighed, "you're making me nuts."

"Oh, fuck that cock," the man called out, thrashing his whole big hairy body around and around and up and down, servicing both of them at once.

Bringing them both off to wild rushes of orgasmic fury. Cathy lunged her hips up one final, perilous time and spent herself into a series of glowing hot climaxes. Like white heat rushing her whole body, she went up in smoke and flames that threatened to torch her cunt and everything else in sight.

"Oh wow!!!!" she called to the both of them, as she felt the fury in her pussy rage.

Harold humped her harder and harder as he buckled under the weight of his own impending climax. He felt a blast of jism empty his balls and hurl out the end of prick stick, gushing out the cock slit and spewing out into the thrashing girl's cunt.

"Oh, my God!" Cathy screamed as the blaze in her cunt was washed over by the thick, jet spray from the man's thick, hard fire hose.

The two of them wrestled each other to climax. And Blair continued her wild humpings and even wilder associations as the three of them burst in and out of each other's bodies and consciousness.

"Jesus Christ," Harold said, as he felt the wet tongue bathing him everywhere. His back, his ass, his ass crack, his ass hole, his legs, his toes, and now, the two of them were parting ... he and Cathy.

Blair was intervening, sticking her tongue down in there and licking and smacking her lips feverishly. She continued her wild tongue tappings, all over the front of his body and when she came to his rock hard dick top, she licked that, too.

Flicked her tongue across it with incredible power and heat, lifting it again toward the ceiling. And she went down on it with her mouth, licking up all the delicious bits of cream left over from his come.

And then, in an incredible finish, she went for Cathy's little hairy cunt and licked the whitish goo off of it, too.

"Oh, Holy Crow!" Cathy said, her clit popping up and swelling to new heights as her friend severed her lips with her tongue and made her way all over the inner chambers of her tiny, taut cunt hole.

The two of them watched in amazement, as the crazed Blair sucked all the spunk from Harold's enormous load of come still left in the girl's precious, hairy little cunt.

Somehow, the three of them claimed their normal breathing pattern once more. It took a few minutes. But they managed.

"That was just about incredible," Cathy said, licking her lips and smiling at both of them. "I mean, I never had it so good. I had the best of both worlds."

"And you didn't want to get in to a threeway," Blair teased her friend, as she sat up and headed for the bathroom.

She brought back a hot washcloth and a couple o
raced to his bedroom and opened the door. He was lying there, in the light of his reading lamp with dozens of books and papers spread across the bed. His usual nocturnal activity.

"Blair," he said, "I forgot. Dr. Divers and Owen are coming for brunch tomorrow. I have to give him some of my papers and Owen has agreed to house sit for us."

"I thought Mrs. Peachum was house-sitting for us."

Cathy leaned against the door and managed to stay in shadow. For some reason, she thought she might give away the fact that she had just stepped out of the throes of a hot little sex scene if she came any closer to his line of vision. Or his line of smell, for that matter.

"Mrs. Peachum's sister is ill. She called tonight and she can't make it. She has to go to St. Louis."

"Oh," the girl sighed.

"So, perhaps you want to get some shut-eye tonight after all. If you want to prepare yourself for ten o'clock with Owen and Dr. Divers, that is."

"Sure," she said, turning to go, "thanks."

"Oh, you don't have to tell your friends to go," the man said, calmly, a slight smile crossing his lips. "They can stay as long as they like. There's the spare bedroom ..." Blair shook her head and clucked her tongue a bit. How had he figured it out? He was nowhere near her room. The man was clever, that must be it. Clever like an animal.

"You weren't peeking, were you, Dad?" she said, sticking her hands in her bathrobe pockets and regarding the elderly man.

"I don't peek, Blair," the man said, closing his books and stacking some of his papers on the night table, "but I have good ears, you know that."

She did, too. She had seen him on various expeditions. He had a keen ear for all kinds of animal sounds.

And human ones. She knew that now, if she never guessed it before. The man knew more than he let on. Much more.

"Just how much did you hear?" she said, shifting her weight back a bit and eyeing him curiously.

"How far back do you want to go?" the man said, snuggling down into the bed and winking slyly. "To an hour ago, or back to the jungles of Ceylon. Back to the time when you were just twelve years old and curious as a baby monkey. You want to go back that far ... to you and that Ceylonese lad, what was his name ... Guji?"