When I was about 25, I had a friend who owned a large pet store. I’ve always been an animal lover, so I found myself hanging around the store quite a bit, helping out occasionally. My friend sold an amazing variety of animals, not just the usual dogs, cats and fish. There were rabbits, ferrets, hedgehogs, armadillos, large exotic birds. There were also a lot of things that I never understood why anyone would want for a pet, like snakes, tarantulas, and giant centipedes. And there was a single Bonobo chimpanzee, whom he had named Carla.

The chimp was about 11 years old, and as far as I knew, she had been there since the store opened. Many local municipalities have laws against keeping certain exotic animals (especially large ones), so this is not too surprising. I’m not really sure what my friend was thinking when he acquired her. But she had sort of become the store mascot, wandering freely most of the day, tagging along after the help, and occasionally lending a bit of a hand in caring for the smaller animals. She was very bright, and I don’t really think anyone had any intention of trying to sell her, at this point. She had become a familiar fixture around the place.

One day, both of his employees suddenly quit, leaving my friend in a bind. He was supposed to be the “best man” in someone’s wedding, several states away, in just a few days. That would leave him with no option now but to close the store while he was gone. Torn between two obligations, he asked me if I would be willing to man the store for a week, until he returned. “You already know most of what has to be done, and I know I can trust you,” he said. “I’d be really grateful.” Well, working in a pet store wasn’t what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, but I was between jobs at the moment. I was also between girlfriends, so I really had no social life to speak of. I told him I’d do it. “I really appreciate this,” he told me. “I owe you big time, and I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

He put me on the payroll, and we arranged for me to work the next few full days at the store, just before he had to leave. When the last day came to a close, he handed me the keys, thanked me again, and left for the wedding. I was on my own.

My first day by myself passed easily. I let Carla out, and she followed me around the entire day, helping whenever she could. She seemed to understand a lot of what was spoken to her, almost to the point of being eerie ... but she was actually a real help to me. When the day finally ended, I locked up the front and went back to the office to put the money in the safe. Carla, whom I hadn’t thought to put back in her cage yet, followed me into the office. So I turned to her and said, “What do you think, girl? Did we do okay?” She responded by stamping her feet a few times, and doing what I think of as “cooing”, that simian vocalizing that sounds like soft laughter. I’ve always assumed they do it to indicate understanding, or possibly agreement.

On impulse, I opened my arms and said, “Give me a hug!” Carla then surprised me by jumping up and wrapping herself around me in a full-body hug ... and I mean a full-body hug. Her arms were long, and easily reached around my back, but her powerful lower limbs were like a second set of arms, and they locked her whole body tightly against me.

I was a little startled, but Carla was obviously just trying to express her affection, so I held her that way for a moment, patting and stroking her furry back. (Chimpanzees are shorter-legged than humans, but they make up for it in torso length, which made this feel like hugging a small woman.) I didn’t think anything of it, the way you’d hug a good friend on occasion and not give it a thought. But after just a bit, my nose started to fill with the scent of her animal musk. Thick, heavy and sweet, it pushed everything else aside, in a matter of seconds...

Hazily, I recalled reading somewhere that chimps reach sexual maturity somewhere around the age of 10. Carla had grown up away from her own kind, always in the company of humans, so she had entered adolescence without having had any opportunity to follow her raging hormones. In other words, she was a nubile virgin ... and strange as it seemed, I was accidentally providing the closest thing to sexual stimulation that she had ever experienced. With Carla holding on as tightly as she was, our private parts were pretty well pinned together -- and between her primal scent and the simple heat of her body against me, I was quickly developing a hard-on. As its pressure mounted on her warm crotch, Carla started to rub herself against me...

Mind you, I had never entertained the thought of having sex with an animal -- but despite any “taboo” reservations, it was definitely crossing my mind now. The harder I got, the more Carla rubbed me with her simian pussy, and the more her musk filled the air. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming need to give her what she wanted, whether she was of a different species or not. Prying her away just enough, I started to fumble one-handed with my pants, when I noticed that they were wet in two places: down low, from Carla’s awakening juices, and just above the tip of my hard shaft, from my own stimulation. I wondered if my own, human musk smelled as strong to Carla as hers did do me ... and if it was doing the same things to her simian brain.

I had just succeeded in tugging my pants down about halfway to my knees, when Carla regained her leverage and yanked herself back against me. This time, though, my exposed erection automatically settled into the warm, wet crevice between her pussy-lips. My legs almost buckled from the rush of heat, and Carla immediately began rubbing up and down again, only with new intensity. Barely finding my voice, I said, “Does this ... feel good to you, girl? ... me, too...” and at that moment, I couldn’t wait any longer. I took ahold of Carla by her little ass and lifted her straight up a few inches, pulling my throbbing dick down between those silky lips ... finding the entrance to her vagina was easy, and I desperately began pushing into her. We were both pretty wet by this time, so all of a sudden, I found myself sliding full-length into the hottest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever experienced in my life!

Carla cooed excitedly, grabbed my ass with her lower “hands” and thrust herself hard against me, driving me in so deep that I thought I’d come out the other side. Time seemed to stop for just a moment -- here I was, locked tight to this creature, buried in her hot, animal cunt, it was unbelievable! -- and then we both started humping furiously, neither of us could help it. Carla’s thrusts started out much faster than mine, but she quickly slowed down to match what I was doing. As hard as we pumped, though, I still couldn’t feel her cervix ... her tight, virgin passage felt endless, drawing me in deeper with each frantic stroke, and oh god, her musk, my head was swimming with it... ! If there hadn’t been a desk behind me to stagger back against, I think I would have gone down. But somehow, I held on, thrusting myself hard into her heat, the smell of animal lust like a drug in my brain ... her body humped against me in perfect response, now and then urging me a little quicker in what I guess must have been her own pleasure peaking ... It was like being in a drunken haze, and I don’t think I lasted too long before I came like a freight train, shooting wave after wave of my semen deep into her hot, furry body. It took a long time for us both to wind down, finally coming to rest but still pinned tightly together, both of us breathing hard...

My mind began to clear, slowly, and as it did, it started to race with crazy thoughts. First, that this was the best sex I’d ever had, no matter what this “girl” really was. Second, that I wanted more of it! And I started to work out how I might make that happen...

Carla finally let me disengage us, and I gently set her down. Shakily, I said, “Carla, you’re very good...”, as I pulled my pants back up, tucking in my still-erect (and very wet) member as best I could. “Would you like to come home with me?” She acted excited and seemed to understand, though I was probably reading too much into it ... but she took my hand and came with me, as I led her out the back of the store to my car, intending to take her home for the night. Why not? All I had to go home to was an empty apartment. Carla had been toilet-trained years earlier, so she wouldn’t be a cleanliness problem. What she would be was a night full of great sex ... which she obviously wanted as much as I did!

Carla wasn’t too comfortable with wearing a seat belt, but she endured it for the short drive. Quietly slipping her into my place in the dark, I turned on some lights and gave her a quick tour. She knew what the bathroom was, but I had to explain the bedroom to her. I told her it was where we could give each other more “hugs”, and that seemed to click. The thought was already making me twitch, but before taking Carla into my bed, I thought it might be good to clean her up a little. So I undressed and took us both into the shower. She didn’t seem to mind as I shampooed her from head to toe, even seeming to enjoy the intimate attention as I rinsed her thoroughly. Running my fingers through her dark, wet fur, all I could think of was how amazing she had felt, an hour ago ... and I realized I was rock-hard, again, with that memory, and wanted her again, now. I’d always thought sex in the shower sounded hot, but the one time I’d tried it with a girlfriend, it was awkward and unsatisfying ... but Carla’s lean little body should be easy to lift and hold. I asked her for another “hug”, and she eagerly leaped back into my arms ... supporting her small weight by the hips, I slid hungrily back into her still-slippery hole. She wrapped her legs around me and held on, already thrusting, and we fucked for the second time (just as hard as the first), standing there with the steam all around us. I couldn’t get enough.

It was a very long shower ... but eventually, the water started to grow cool, so we had to bring it to an end. After drying both of us off (Carla needed three towels to dry all of her fur), I led her into the bedroom, where we climbed under the covers together. Her musk was a little muted from the shower, but once in bed with her, it came back full-force. I pulled her on top of me -- sliding so smoothly into her, now! -- and we spent the next hours in a fog, drifting from one orgasm to another. Carla didn’t seem to care what position we tried, she just cooed happily and coupled with me again and again. Whenever I needed a short rest, I used my hands to pleasure her and explore her body ... although her hips were narrow like a young girl’s, her labia and vagina were built pretty much like a woman’s, and in the dark, I could tell no difference -- except that the hair kept going, that luxurious fur which went on to cover her belly, her hips, and those lean and powerful legs which opened for me so willingly. We banged each other’s brains out well into the wee hours of the morning, until we both collapsed from sheer exhaustion and fell into a contented sleep, in spoon position, the smell of simian sex all around us.