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   First - an introduction from the author...  I have been writing erotic
stories for several years, and in addition, I have compiled other true
stories from both personal acquaintances, and also pen pals.  The true
stories are obvious, and the fiction is my own work.  I have not shied away
from any theme, so, the bottom line is If you are over 18, and are not
likely to be offended by some of the content, then read on, otherwise leave
this page now.  Veronica.
Theme: True story

   APE TOWN by Lucinda M'bunga.

   Before I share my experience with you - a short background may be in
order.

   My name is Lucinda, I am 22 years old.  I won't tell you where I live,
except that is in a hot country close to the jungle, and for the record. 
Lucinda isn't my real name as I must remain anonymous - when you have read
my story you will see why.  My boyfriend has translated this into english
for me as I speak only my own language.  When I (dubiously) told him the
tale, far from being disgusted with me, it turned him on so much that we
had the night of our lives that night.

   I am very petite, even now as an adult I am only 150cm tall.  I
discovered sex at a very early age, about 6 as I remember.  Not real sex of
course, but in the shower one day when my parents weren't around, I was
soaping myself all over and began to feel strange in my belly as I rubbed
soap down between my legs.  The harder I rubbed, the nicer it felt, until
suddenly I began to feel sort of dizzy and nice, and as my finger
accidently slipped inside me, waves of lovely feeling came over me, taking
my breath away, and my legs got all weak and I collapsed on the floor of
the shower.  As I lay there getting my breath back, I was thinking how nice
it had been and how I would do it again next showertime.  I did it many
times after that, and experimented with bananas and other things as months
went by.  Actually I lost my virginity to a banana while getting
particularly carried away one night.  That really hurt for a few minutes
and I bled a bit, so after that I tended to be a little more gentle when I
used them.

   Soon after that I began to go through puberty (I don't know if my sexual
activity was anything to do with starting early or not), and my breasts
began to emerge - not large (I am small even now) but swellings
nevertheless, and my nipples began to get sensitive to the touch. 
Experimenting (as you do), I found that gently running the palms of my
hands over them made them stand out like coat hangers - more than making up
for their small size - and if I flicked the ends with my nails, I could
almost cum without touching myself down below.

   What I really wanted was to be touched there by a boy - to experience
real sex - but I was very shy around men and boys, and never seemed to
pluck up the courage to let it happen.  Anyway that's me, and getting back
to what I wanted to share........

   My parents had a stall on the town square selling local produce - fruit
and veg and the town, being quite close to the jungle area, attracted
hordes of monkeys, which spent most of their time actually living in the
town, sleeping on the flat rooftops.  These were a big problem to my
parents, as they used to contantly hang around the market stalls, stealing
fruit whenever their backs were turned for a moment.  When I was about 11
my parents used to take me to the stall with them when I wasn't at school,
to chase the monkeys off when they tried to steal.  As they were nearly as
big as me, it was a bit daunting at first, until I realised that they were
as afraid of me as I was of them.  I got to know them quite well and even
had names for a couple of them.  One in particular - I called him King as
he was bigger than most of the others and they seemed to keep their
distance more when he was around - became quite friendly with me and I used
to slip him the odd banana when my parents weren't looking and he hung
around causing the others to keep their distance, making my job a lot
easier.

   As time went on and I became familiar with the market trade, my parents
used to take the odd day off, leaving me to cope on my own.  Being there
alone, I found myself relying more and more on King being around to keep
the other thieves at bay, and we developed a sort of understanding - I kept
him fed and he stayed around.  In time we got quite close until late one
afternoon when the customers were few and far between and I decided to call
it a day and go home, King came over and I decided to sit with him and have
a banana myself before I packed up the stall.  As we sat side by side on 2
crates, he finished before me, and got up, loping round behind me.  I
thought nothing of it and carried on eating, until I felt his hand on my
shoulder.  He often used to come close enough for me to stroke his head,
and turning toward him, I rubbed his head as I normally did.  He looked at
me with an inquisitive look in his eye, and before I realised what he was
doing, he reached out his hand and slid it inside my loose blouse from the
bottom.  I gasped as his rough fingers ran over my right breast, sending
twinges through my lower belly, and making my nipple stand erect.  I
quickly looked around the other traders to see if anyone had noticed, but
to my relief they were all busy packing up, and we were sitting behind the
stall out of view anyway.  I am ashamed to say that I didn't stop him
immediately because it felt so good, and closed my eyes for a second as he
gripped my nipple between his fingers.  I felt myself getting turned on
like crazy and snapped back to reality, pulling his arm out of my blouse,
but he was very strong, trying his hardest to stop me by gripping my nipple
tighter.  Pulling on my nipple like that felt fantastic and I very nearly
gave in - then remembered where we were and pulled away, standing up to
pack away the stall.  King sat back on the crate, watching me intently as I
cleared away, before wandering off to join his friends, leaving me to
finish clearing up as my father arrived to help push the stall back home.

   I showered slowly that night, my mind in a turmoil at my feelings.  I
could hardly believe I had actually enjoyed what happened, and knowing that
if it had happened anywhere out of sight, I may not have stopped him. 
After supper with my parents, I went off to my room, the attic room on the
top floor.  I liked this room as it looked out over the town rooftops and I
could see the townsfolk getting up to all sorts through their windows -
they never seemed to close the curtains, but then I doubt if it even
crossed their minds that they were being watched.  Sometimes I would get
quite excited watching them, wishing I had a boy or man to do it to me,
instead of having to satisfy myself.  The upper windows of the houses were
merely openings in the walls, having never needed updating over the years
due to the climate, and only had wooden shutters on the outside to close
during the monsoon season.

   That night as dusk began to fall, I returned from the shower and stood
looking out over the town.  A troop of apes were across the street on one
of the rooftops, as usual disagreeing among themselves, and in one corner a
male and female indulging in sexual activity, completely oblivious to
either the rest of the troop, or in fact me watching from across the
street, making me feel quite excited as I watched.  I slid my hand inside
my nightdress and gently stroked my nipples, each in turn, until I could
feel myself getting very wet down below.  Moving back to the bed, I dropped
my nightdress to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed still facing the
window, with my legs slightly apart.  I closed my eyes and ran my
fingertips from my shoulders, across my breasts, and down the outside of my
legs, and then back up the inside, resisting the urge to touch myself yet.
As I reached my breasts again, I lingered over my nipples which were by now
erect and almost throbbing with sensitivity.  Again I ran my hands down my
belly, my legs parting instinctively as I moved my fingertips slowly around
my wetness - still avoiding touching it.

   Suddenly I had a strange feeling of being watched, and (reluctantly)
opened my eyes to see King sat on the windowsill, watching me as he
masturbated.  I was transfixed, never having seen a penis that close up
before - never mind an erect one - and carried on as I had been, now
getting more turned on than ever.  His penis was about 13cms I should say -
not big, but very stiff and straight.  He jumped off the sill and sat in
front of me, about arms length away, and carried on masturbating right in
front of me.  At 11 years old, I had no idea of right or wrong - everything
to me was just a new experience - so I just carried on as well, and this
time opened my legs a little wider and began sliding my finger in and out
of my pussy, rubbing the juices over my clitoris with one finger, and the
other hand back to my nipples.

   As I watched him, he stopped masturbating and reached out, roughly
pushing my hand aside and pushing my legs wide apart with both hands.  As I
said before he was very stong - much stronger than me and almost as big.  I
was both nervous and excited at the same time, knowing full well that his
kind can easily turn very nasty, as I had seen him with others in the
market square.  Though I was a little afraid, I could feel myself getting
wetter and wetter as he pushed my legs apart and put his nose right up
close to it - smelling me as if I was another animal.  Suddenly he began to
lick me all around it and I couldn't help closing my eyes and leaning back
on my elbows, by now so turned on that even if I had been strong enough to
stop him, I don't think I would have.

   Then he pushed his tongue deep inside me - I hadn't realised just how
long their tongues were, and shuddered with ecstacy, involuntarily pushing
myself against his head as he withdrew it - trying to keep it inside me. 
The force of my thrusting made me slip off the edge of the bed onto the
floor on front of him.  He sat back, and I could see his penis again
looking so hard and nice that I couldn't help reaching out to feel it.  As
I closed my hand around it, feeling it hot and throbbing, he moved back -
obviously not used to a female doing that, so I turned and got onto my
knees to get back onto the bed in the hope that he may carry on where he
left off as I was almost desperate to cum by this time.

   He had other ideas however, and as I put my hands onto the bed to get
back up, I felt his hand go between my legs, so I stopped and parted them -
not wanting him to be deterred and stop again.  His fingers felt around me,
and he pushed one into me, causing me to gasp and open myself to him,
naively unaware of the invitation this move was giving him.  I felt a
little disappointed as he took his hand away, but then felt his hands
roughly grip my hips as he stood up behind me.  I felt his fur brushing my
bum and his penis hot against my opening, and it took my breath away as I
felt it slipping into me - hurting a little at first, but then giving way
to the most incredible feelings I had ever experienced.

   I lay my head and arms onto the bed, opening myself wide to whatever he
wanted to do to me.  It must have only lasted a matter of a minute or two
when I felt it throbbing and getting bigger inside me and as I felt the hot
spurting inside me, it sent me over the edge, and my first 'real sex'
orgasm shot through me, leaving me totally exhausted and half asleep on the
bed - still kneeling on the floor.  After a while I began to recover and
turned to find him gone.  I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up,
returning to my room, lay on the bed and closed my eyes to reflect on what
I had just done.  As I said there was no shame at that time, it was just a
new experience for me, and during the following months he visited me on
several occasions - and, I'm embarrased to say - with me loving it every
time.

   A few months later I began to start my monthlies, and knew then it had
to stop as I daren't risk getting pregnant - the shame would have been too
much.  I know now of course that it wasn't likely to happen anyway as we
are different species, though I didn't know that at the time so daren't
take the risk.  Disappointed as I was, I began closing the shutters at
night to keep him out, and he must have taken the hint as soon he stopped
even coming to the market square - or then maybe he had found a mate of his
own kind.

   I will say here that if I had my time again, I wouldn't change a thing,
and my present boyfriend is very understanding, to say the least - so
understanding that given the opportunity again, and now being on the pill
with no risk - he would let me experience it again (provided I let him
watch), so who knows, maybe I'll return to my home town one day - watch
this space....
   End.