Chapter 5 - Simeon Siesta

Ch5: Simeon Siesta

Yvette weaved a bit as she walked the path through the zoo.  She was tired.  Her legs felt like lead weights and her normally sensuous gait, full of Latin flare, had turned into a plod.  She hadn't eaten anything in nearly two days.  Her stomach ached dully, but had ceased to rumble for the moment.  Despite the discomfort, Yvette was determined to see her fast through.  After feeling guilty about a recent spurt of partying with some of her girlfriends, she had gone to church to confess her sins.  There, the Catholic Padre had advised her to fast for two days as penance to atone for her intemperate sins.
  
Yvette had never been described as a pious woman.  The 25 year old's body seemed to ooze an exotic sexuality and she had never been afraid to flaunt her generous assets.  Even now, her uniform's practical green polo just seemed to accentuate her cleavage and the short khaki shorts clung like a second skin to her voluptuous hips.  Yet Yvette's upbringing had instilled a fear of God and subtle sense of guilt inside her; vestiges of a male-dominated Catholic culture her parents had brought with them when they had emigrated from Mexico.

The zoo was now closed and the golden rays of the setting sun lit the chimpanzee enclosure as she unlocked the gate.  Tired or not, she had to make her rounds.  It was her task to inspect the enclosures as other zoo keepers fed and prepared the animals for the approaching night.  Yvette noted that the troop of chimpanzees seemed to be happily enjoying their dinner under the tire swing across the enclosure.  All seemed well, except that she must be behind schedule since her fellow keeper, Clint, had already dropped off the food and gone.  Yvette hurried to push through the shrubbery to the enclosure fencing.  She began following the perimeter, but found it difficult to focus on checking for holes in the fence.  She felt light headed and swayed with dizziness.  Her unsteady feet stumbled another step as a blinding white cloud seemed to narrow her vision to points before cutting it off.  She toppled to the ground among the leaf litter.

A muscular, dark complexioned chimp, dubbed Socrates by the zoo keepers, squatted beneath the tire swing, munching a carrot.  He had noted the entrance of a familiar keeper to the enclosure.  This was not unusual.  He had simply watched as the keeper disappeared into the bushes.  A few moments later, he heard rustling and a thump come from the undergrowth.  This was unusual, but not worth missing the last of the dinner over.  Soon, however, the fruit and vegetables were all gone.  Socrates grimaced unhappily.  No honey at all this time.  Scanning the enclosure, he confirmed that the keeper had not reappeared.  Perhaps there was something worth investigating in the shrubbery after all?

Socrates signaled to his beta with a grunt and a gesture before setting off across the enclosure at an easy lope.  He entered the underbrush more cautiously; Aristotle following close behind.  Socrates was not the biggest of chimpanzees, but his athleticism and extraordinary cunning had secured the leadership of the troop.  He carefully pushed a final rhododendron aside and peered into the cleared corridor running along the fence.  Only a prostrate human figure met his inquisitive gaze.  Another grunt and Socrates ventured forward.  The keeper was crumpled face down in the leaf litter, but he sensed that she was breathing.  Not dead, then.  He nudged the keeper's side with his knuckles.  Nothing.  His interest piqued, Socrates rolled the keeper onto her back as Aristotle looked on.  Definitely a woman, he concluded, sniffing at her crotch.

Long, silky, light brown hair obscured the keeper's face, but Socrates recognized the hair itself.  Keeper's did not like to be touched without permission, he knew, and this one was no exception.  Yet she smelled so good and he was curious.  He poked his fingers up the leg of the shorts, but the tight fabric would not admit his whole hand.  He withdrew it and tugged at the hem with no more success.  Aristotle now approached the motionless body as well, gently touching it.  He brushed the soft hair off of the keeper's face.

Socrates watched the other chimp for a moment, giving him a warning grunt not to overstep his lead.  His beta appropriately chastised, he turned his attention to the waistband of the shorts.  This yielded no easier access and he gave it an aggressive tug of frustration.  To his surprise, the button popped off and flaps appeared.  He peeled apart the flaps like a ripe fruit, exposing the thin, black fabric of Yvette’s boy-shorts.  Socrates snuffled against this new fabric and found the female's scent even more intoxicating than before.  He impatiently hooked his fingers in either side of the waistband and tugged forcefully.  This time, he was rewarded by both coverings sliding down the keeper's legs.  He gave the garments one last deep huff before discarding them.

Meanwhile, Aristotle had become preoccupied with the keeper's full, subtly parted lips.  He ran his fingertip gently across the lower lip, then the upper.  So soft.  So springy.  He probed his finger between the lips and felt her warm breath.  It blew hotly around his finger as he touched her wet tongue.  He fidgeted excitedly before throwing a leg over the keeper's neck to straddle her chin.

Socrates glared at the other chimp's back briefly.  He didn't like not knowing what the other chimp was doing, but he had more pressing concerns.  His own finger now traced the outline of the keeper's exposed womanhood as he gluttonously breathed in its scent.  His instincts told him he should mate with this female human now, while he had the chance.  He wasted no time pushing the keeper's knees apart and hopping between her spread legs.  He caressed her pussy lips one last time while vigorously rubbing his own genitals, before shuffling forward.  He pressed her thighs further apart and crouched over her hips; rubbing the head of his cock in the crevice of the keeper's pussy.  He pressed his pelvis forward repeatedly, but just couldn't seem to find the opening.  Once or twice when he did, his cock refused to go in and almost immediately popped out.  Increasingly frustrated, Socrates gripped the keeper behind the knees, lifting and further spreading her legs with deceptive Simeon strength.

Aristotle was having no such trouble.  Positioned over the keeper's chin, he dipped the tip of his cock between the keeper's lips.  Those soft, warm lips rubbing his cock as it passed thrilled the chimpanzee.  He hastily thrust it all the way inside as he felt it grow and harden.  This was wonderful!  He held the sides of the keeper's head as he began gleefully humping her mouth.  He drove his stiff cock all the way to the back of her throat in his excitement; pressing his furry loins against the luscious lips he had so coveted.

Yvette couldn't breathe.  Her eyes fluttered as the darkness clouding her mind slowly resolved; reality gradually dawning.  She could feel something in her mouth.  She couldn't breathe!  Her lungs screamed at her.  She tried to roll over, but something was weighing her down and held her legs.  She managed to wrench her head to the side, dislodging most of what was in her mouth and gasping for breath.  As her eyes readjusted, she realized all she could see was dark fur.  She tried vainly to spit out something still caught between her lips.  Suddenly her head was forcefully turned back straight and the object rammed back into her mouth.  At the same time her legs were inexplicably lifted into the air; her hips rolling back.  She strained to look up higher and was met with the grinning face of a chimpanzee.  Like a thunderbolt, she realized what was in her mouth.  Yet before she could even react to the awful realization, she felt a small rod enter her pussy.  Socrates had finally succeeded in penetrating the zoo keeper, and he grunted loudly with satisfaction.

Yvette struggled to spit the cock out of her mouth as she felt the other growing in her vagina.  Yet the monkey held her face in an iron grip.  In her weakened state, with her legs in the air, Yvette did not have the strength or leverage to break free.  The chimpanzee above her continued to thrust his dick in and out of her mouth, while she could feel the engorged cock of the other repeatedly penetrating her vulnerable pussy.  Harder and harder the monkey fucked her; making her labia quiver with each lunge.  Even over the taste of the monkey cock in her mouth, she felt the other monkey's balls slapping against her ass.  He was rutting hard, going balls deep and sheathing his entire cock in Yvette's tight pussy with each hump.  The thick, soft fur of the chimp tickled the opening of her pussy and brushed her clit every time the shaft drove inside.  Yet Yvette's hardly noticed the thrills of pleasure running through her pussy as her mind reeled with disgust.

The mating hoots and howls of the chimpanzees clattered in Yvette's ears as they continued to use her.  Her hands pushed fruitlessly at the small, powerful body above her; her fingers entwined in its fur.  She thought she recognized the chimp as Aristotle, but the tenacious little guy could not be dislodged.  He kept his cock firmly planted in her mouth, holding her head as he pistoned the hard rod between her lips.  In and out.  In and out.

Tiring, Yvette's struggles lessened as she began to accept what was happening.  She couldn't get the monkeys off of her.  They would fuck her till they were finished and she would just have to wait it out.  She moaned around the cock in her mouth in frustrated resignation, but she did not have to wait long.  Socrates certainly couldn't wait any longer.

Yvette felt the monkey between her legs begin making sharp, quick thrusts.  Its cock was extended as deeply inside her as she had yet felt it, and he barely withdrew with each hump.  She suspected what was about to happen and closed her eyes just before she felt the chimpanzee's cock spasm and blast its load inside her.  The monkey's guttural grunts echoed in her ears as she felt the warmth spreading down the tunnel of her pussy.  He continued to spew his seed inside her with deep, hard strokes even as it oozed out around his cock to drip down the crack of her ass.

Yvette opened her eyes again as the hard cock cumming in her pussy gradually softened and slowed.  The cock in her mouth was as hard as ever and she looked up at Aristotle, thrusting away.  His face was a mask of pleased grimaces as his cock slid back and forth across her tongue.  Yvette had so far managed to keep her head angled enough that the monkey's cock head no longer rammed the back of her throat and choked her.  Aristotle didn’t seem to mind and hadn't forced the issue.  The sensations of her luscious lips and slick tongue against his cock were almost more than he could handle already.  Now they became too much.

Cum burst from the chimpanzee's cock, splashing against Yvette's tonsils and making her gag.  She swallowed convulsively, then held her breath as the monkey tried to pour the rest of his cum down her throat.  She refused to swallow anymore, instead letting it fill her mouth and run down her chin until Aristotle was spent.  As he finished and his cock shrank back, Yvette was finally able to force it out of her mouth.  With that, Aristotle released her head and sat back onto her chest.  Yvette immediately turned and spit out the rest of the chimpanzee's sperm.

When she looked back up at the now lounging chimpanzee, his deflated cock dangling before her face, a burst of anger gave her the strength to shove him hard.  He went tumbling off of her chest on to the ground.  Looking down, she saw the second chimpanzee now lying face down across her stomach and pelvis.  A touch of compassion for the simple little guy tempered her anger and she squeezed his furry body firmly, but harmlessly with her thighs.  Socrates roused himself and scooted back from her closing legs.

Yvette hadn't realized the chimpanzee's limp cock had still be lodged in the entrance of her sopping pussy and she looked away in disgust as it squelched out.  Finally free, she managed to roll over and struggle to her feet.  She groaned aloud as she felt the formerly trapped semen trickle down her inner thigh.  She glared at the chimpanzees as they carelessly ambled away into the bushes.  She didn't have the strength to chase them even if she wanted too, but what would have been the use?  She thought.  They'd only done what their instincts had told them.  Still, she shuddered as she pulled her panties and shorts back up, thinking of what they had done to her.  She had to get out of there.





