by Lexi Lane
And then he thrust hard into Angela. Diane gasped as Angela screamed. The alpha male threw his head back, hooting loudly as he pushed himself completely into Angela. Diane watched as he began thrusting into her, burying himself completely with each stroke. Diane could see, and hear, his large balls slapping against Angela’s ass.
Diane looked at the other ape-men in the clearing. The two holding Angela had huge erections, as well as those standing in a rough circle around the group. Most in the group were masturbating, stroking their cocks with their large hands, intently watching as the alpha male mated with Angela.
The small ape-man at Angela’s shoulders held his cock in one hand, rubbing it against Angela’s face, poking it against her lips. Angela was twisting her head from side to side, her mouth clamped firmly shut. Her twisting apparently upset the alpha male; he uttered a sharp noise and the smaller male pulled away, dropping his eyes. But his still held his cock in his hand.
Angela slumped forward, supported only by the ape-man straddling her, who was still holding her around the waist. His cock was erect as well, curved along the contours of his torso. With no hand available to stroke himself, he was rocking his hips as he watched the alpha male thrusting in and out of Angela. He had a distinct look of aggravation on his face, panting in frustration.
Diane could see the alpha male’s cock as he pulled himself back from Angela. Diane was amazed to see it was glistening wet, very wet, in fact. She was baffled by this. Angela shouldn’t be enjoying this; she should be terrified. Something’s wrong here.
Diane watched Angela closely; she was breathing hard, and now she was pushing herself up on her hands. The ape-man holding her around the waist looked back as Angela rose up between his legs, brushing against his inner thighs.
The alpha male grunted a command and the ape-man let go of Angela’s waist. As soon as stepped away from Angela he grabbed his cock, stroking himself, a look of relief crossing his coarse features. He stood near the alpha male, watching intently as he thrust into Angela.
The alpha male ignored the others now; he was intent on watching his cock as he thrust it into Angela, as she rose up to take his thrusts. Angela’s head was down, panting. Suddenly she threw her head back, mouth open. But instead of whimpers and screams, she heard the sounds she knew so well; cries of arousal and pleasure. She sounds as if she’s coming.
And then Diane caught a scent on the air; something powerful and masculine and intensely arousing, something that sent a jolt through her body. She realized she’d been getting whiffs of this as long as she’d been at the clearing, but it was much stronger now, almost overwhelming. It dawned on her it was the ape-men, or more likely, the alpha male, exuding pheromones that aroused females. She’d read a paper sometime in the past on the topic, but right now, the only thing she could concentrate on was the pungent odor.
She breathed deeply and instantly she experienced that same jolt, hard and intense, centered low in her belly. Oh, god, I’m getting so incredibly turned on by this. This is all wrong. So, so wrong.
As soon as Angela was on all fours, the alpha male shifted his position, planting one foot on the ground on either side of Angela’s body, easily holding her as he pounded into her. He was thrusting into her using his entire body now, swinging his hips forward, pummeling Angela with each hard thrust.
Diane was breathing hard, watching as the alpha male’s thrusts became more forceful and then became erratic. Diane could see the muscles of his ass clenching as he drove himself hard into Angela, grunting loudly with each stroke. Angela was crying out now, her head back, eyes closed. The alpha male reached forward, grabbing her blonde hair, twisting the long strands around his thick fingers. As the alpha male pulled her head back, Angela spoke for the first time:
“Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me harder!”
Diane watched her friend, her lover, being pummeled by this animal, heard her asking for more; Diane’s mind went blank, unable to take it all in. And then she realized she was aroused, her hips thrusting slowly forward. She felt heat and dampness in her panties; she knew if she ran her hand over herself, it would come away wet.
Diane closed her eyes. But the sounds from the clearing still reached her ears; Angela crying out, begging for more. The alpha male grunting and hooting loudly; the growing grunts and noises of the other ape-men as they watched, stroking themselves.
There was a loud animal cry from the alpha male. Diane opened her eyes. He was forcing himself deeply into Angela, holding himself buried to the hilt. Diane watched as every muscle in his body tensed, his ass clenched, every muscle of his legs taut. She could see his balls, tight and hard, against Angela’s ass. His head was back, his eyes shut, a grimace of mixed pain and pleasure on his face.
And then he was screaming, pumping hard, coming inside her friend, filling her full of his seed. Angela began screaming, her body convulsing beneath the alpha male, shaking with the force of some incredible orgasm.
Diane cried out then, unable to control herself. She felt a gush of liquid escape her body and knew she was coming along with Angela. And she knew she wanted to be there, to have that cock inside her; to mate with the alpha male.
The rest of the ape-men were hooting now, pulling at their cocks, thrusting their hips forward in mimicry of the alpha male. Several were shooting their hot streams on the ground, jerking their cocks with both hands, eyes never leaving the couple in the center of the clearing.
The alpha male was finished; he pulled his cock out of Angela, holding her hips in his hands, looking down at her ass. Diane watched as a thin stream of creamy liquid ran down Angela’s legs. The alpha male reached down, running his hand over Angela’s inner thighs, holding his fingers over his head, turning to the other ape-men, hooting and whistling. Bragging bastard; showing off for the rest that he fucked her.
Suddenly one of the ape-men turned and pointed in Diane’s direction, grunting in that strange garbled language. Diane froze, but she realized too late in her own excitement, she’d crept into the edge of the clearing. She turned, trying to run, but the nearest ape-man easily caught her, pulling her into the clearing.
Angela was kneeling in the center of the circle of ape-men, the alpha male standing over her. As he saw Diane, his face creased in a smile. He gestured, and the ape-men tied Diane with the same vines they’d used on Angela.
“Diane!” Angela tried to crawl to Diane, but the alpha male stepped between them. He looked down at Diane a moment, reached down and in one gesture, tore her blouse away. He grunted and two ape-men moved forward, pulling Diane to her feet, holding her upright. With just a few movements, he tore the rest of her clothes from her body, leaving her naked. The two ape-men released her and she collapsed onto the clearing floor.
“Angela. Are you alright?” Diane looked at her friend.
“Yeah, I think.” Angela shook her head. “I don’t know though…”
The alpha male shouted at them, speaking in the garbled dialect Diane had heard him use before. She heard the word for women, or female, and a command that sounded like be quiet. Diane sat up.
Looking up at the alpha male, she spoke, using the same language. She prayed she was using some words he understood and not asking him to take off their heads.
“Leader. What do you want from us, from the women?” She gestured with her head at Angela.
The reaction from the alpha male, and the rest of the troop, was immediate and alarming. He stepped away from the women, crouching on the ground, growling and baring his teeth. The rest of the troop made whooping noises, jumping and gesturing behind the alpha male, throwing leaves in the air.
“What have you done?” Angela hissed. “You’ve pissed him off.”
“Shh. He’s confused but he can’t show that to the troop. He doesn’t know what to do with us, why we talk in his language.” The entire time she spoke, the alpha male’s eyes never left her face.
Diane tried again. “What do you want?” She watched him, the confusion slowly replaced by
something else.
“You speak like leader. How?” He moved forward, pushing Angela to the side, his entire being focused on Diane.
She took a breath and was again struck by his scent. She closed her eyes, briefly dizzy. They should bottle that as a men’s cologne; someone would make a fortune.
Diane shook her head, opening her eyes. “I know your words. We came from the sky…” she tried to point with her bound hands “…to help your, um…” she waved her hands around the circle at the other ape-men, at a loss for the right word for a troop of apes.
The alpha male sat back on his haunches.
“You help us by mating. That all.” He rose, standing over Diane. She looked up at him, unable to avoid looking at his cock, hanging between his legs, long and wide, currently soft, but still massive.
He looked down at her.
“And you like it, like she.” He gestured over his shoulder at Angela. “Good mating.”
He looked at the troop, waved his hand and Angela was pulled away from the center of the clearing. With a start, Diane realized it was going to be her turn with the alpha male, her turn to take that giant cock in her body, to have him mate with her.
Fear made her heart thump in her chest as he began his dance, his hips swaying, making his cock swing and bump against his thighs. She watched with fascination as it grew hard, the contact with his body, his arousal, the anticipation of taking her making it grow longer as she watched. Before he had completed his circle around her it was completely erect.
He crouched down, just as he had done with Angela, mimicking the act he was going to perform on her, thrusting his cock forward in her direction. Waves of his hot scent washed over her, making her head spin, sending jolt after jolt of heat to her belly.
She was unable to look away from his cock. Some dark animalistic part of her body had been awakened through his dance and by his scent. It disturbed her at some level that she found this so very exciting, that she actually craved that cock, to have it thrust into her body. But those thoughts were quickly gone, taken over by the pure animal instinct to mate with this alpha male.
He’d finished his display, standing over Diane, his cock hard and long. She looked up at him, open-mouthed. She said one word, knowing it was the right word in his language, the word she knew he wanted to hear, and the one she wanted to say:
“Yes.”
Diane struggled to her hands and knees, positioning herself for him, to let him take her. He moved behind her, his hard hands on her hips, just as he’d done with Angela.
She felt his cock rubbing against her ass and then the head of it was pressing against her cunt. She looked back over her shoulder, breathing hard, meeting his eyes.
In one movement, he thrust into her, hard. Diane gasped; it had been a long time since she’d been fucked and it hadn’t been with any cock this big. She barely had time to recover when he began thrusting hard into her, pulling back completely and then ramming his cock to the hilt in her body, burying himself fully into her cunt.
Each thrust made her cry out with pleasure. She pushed back against him as hard as she could, seeking even more of his cock, begging with her body for him to fuck her harder. He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her back against him, grinding his body against hers, grunting and speaking in garbled words she didn’t understand.
He quickly built up to his own orgasm, sweeping Diane along with him. Her mind had gone blank; the only thing she cared about was his cock, fucking her over and over, pounding into her, filling and stretching her. That, and breathing in the delicious scent of him, as he thrust himself into her hot cunt.
She was dimly aware he had planted his feet on either side of her body, holding her hips, the force of his entire body behind each thrust. She heard his grunts and hoots, knew he was on the edge. Then he was holding himself buried inside her; she remembered what he’d looked like with Angela, each muscle tense, his balls tight and hard, on the verge of exploding inside her.
Then he was thrusting hard and fast, erratic short thrusts, screaming loudly. And she knew what was happening next and her whole body began to vibrate, the anticipation of his orgasm fueling hers.
And then he was coming, his animal screams echoing through the jungle. She was coming with him, her body convulsing, her mind a complete blank.
Diane felt his hot seed flooding into her, felt his hard cock pumping and pulsing as he fulfilled his animal need; to plant his seed in her body, to force it into her waiting cunt.
He pulled away with a cry of triumph, holding her in his big hands, repeating his gesture of success. She felt his fingers working into her cunt, probing, and then leaving her. From a distance she heard the hoots of the troop, imagined them watching as he showed his seed on his fingers, proving he’d mated successfully.
Diane collapsed as he let go of her body. She lay on the cool jungle floor, breathing hard, feeling her mind returning to some kind of clarity. Looking up, she saw Angela sitting not far away, her face flushed, her lips parted, a look of shock on her face. Without asking, she knew Angela had been just as aroused watching Diane with the alpha male as Diane had been, watching Angela.
Diane crawled to the edge of the clearing, sitting next to Angela. The troop seemed to be involved in some post-mating celebration; some of the ape-men were still holding their erections in their large hands, frantically stroking themselves, seeking their release. Diane watched as a pair of them broke away, rubbing their bodies together, their cocks touching, pushed together. They pumped against each other for a moment and then one grunted loudly. Diane saw his cock spurting creamy liquid onto the other ape-man’s cock as they both watched. The second ape-man grabbed both cocks, stroking them together in his large hand, milking the last of his companion’s seed as his own cock began squirting his own pearly liquid. Both were grunting, watching as the streams turned to dribbles, their cocks finally softening. They parted with little ceremony, moving back to the troop.
Angela poked Diane. “Circle jerk in the jungle?”
Diane looked at her friend. “Not sure that’s a simian trait or human. But, yeah, whatever gets you off, I guess.”
“What the hell happened to us? Why did we let that happen?” Angela was looking at Diane, her confusion evident.
“They, or I think just him, exude some really powerful sex pheromones. It’s overpowering and irresistible. I suspect whatever mutation caused this troop is responsible for that sexual mechanism.” Diane watched the troop. The alpha male was still among them; Diane suspected there would be another, if not many more, mating sessions.
“And you know what they’re saying?” Angela whispered. “How?”
“It’s a dialect similar to the tribe we were going to study. I learned enough to be able to be courteous and ask basic questions. I guess ‘what do you want’ was a good phrase to learn.”
Diane looked up. The alpha male had broken away from the troop and was walking toward them. She felt Angela take her hand.
“I don’t want to do this again, even if I did like it the first time.” Diane heard the fear in Angela’s voice.
“I know…”
“Stop!” The alpha male was standing in front of them. “Quiet…woman.” He reached down, fingering Diane’s short hair. “You look like man. Not like woman.” Pointing to Angela, he grunted. “Woman.” He laughed, a strange hooting sound.
“You act like man. Mate with woman.” He pointed to Angela.
“What’s he saying?” Angela hissed, her eyes never leaving the alpha male’s face.
“I’m not sure. I think he’s offended by my short hair. He says I look like a man, not like you, like a woman.” Diane looked at Angela, crouched beside her. Even dirty and frightened, she looked feminine, with her long blonde hair and delicate features.
“I think they must see villagers, know what human women look like. And they all have long hair.”
“Stop!” The alpha male pulled Diane to her feet. “You mate with woman.” He turned to the
troop, speaking too fast for Diane to understand. The ape-men hooted and gestured, some jumping, others grabbing their cocks, swinging them at Diane.
“What the hell, Diane? What do they want?”
Diane looked down at Angela. “Apparently they want me to mate with you.”
Angela barked out a harsh laugh. “He just fucked you! Does he think you have a penis tucked in your pocket?”
Diane pointed at her chest, running her hands across her breasts. “Woman!” she said. She pointed to her crotch. “Woman! Mated with woman!” She poked her finger at the alpha male’s chest.
The alpha male tilted his head, frowning. “Mated…yes.” He pointed to Diane and then Angela, then himself. “You…” he shook his head, confused. “…no mate with woman. Or die.”
It suddenly dawned in Diane what he wanted, what the troop was expecting. “They want a show. You said circle jerk; they want a porno show. They want some girl on girl action.”
“Woman mate with woman.” She pointed to herself and then Angela, then the alpha male and the troop, then at her own eyes. “You watch, yes. We live.”
Understanding spread across the alpha male’s ugly face. “Yes. Watch. Live.” He mimicked Diane’s gestures.
“What are you doing? What have you agreed to?” Angela struggled to her feet. “I’m not having sex with you in front of them.” She waved her hands in the direction of the troop.
“You have no choice, Angela. He said we’d die if we don’t. I think they’d kill us, or keep us tied up until we died, if we don’t do something.”
The alpha male gestured to the troop. Two ape-men moved forward, untying the vines from their arms and legs. The alpha male pushed the two women together, forcing them into an embrace.
The troop formed a circle around the pair. Diane looked at them; many were beginning to stroke themselves, their cocks growing longer. She suspected before long they would be another circle jerk happening.
