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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 wanted 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.

The alarm went off way too soon, and as I fumbled to silence it, I slowly became aware of a warm body cuddled up next to me, and briefly wondered who it was. Then I caught the scent of all the sex from the night before, and it came flooding back to me -- along with a contented smile. Carla stirred next to me, and I lay there wrapped around her black fur, like she was a big teddy bear I'd taken to bed. But this particular teddy bear had just spent the night fucking me! I shook my head to clear it, and realized we'd better get moving... I wanted to get back to the store in plenty of time. And we would both need another shower, for sure... though this one would have to be just a shower...

We got to the store early enough that nobody would see us, and opened up for business as if nothing had happened. Carla was her usual helpful self, and the store was moderately busy. All day long, all I could think of was taking Carla home again, and it seemed that the day would never end. But eventually it had to, and after locking up, I quickly slipped her out the back door, looking forward to another night alone with her...

On the way home in my car, I began to smell her scent again, and with that working on my brain, I was hard as a rock by the time I parked at my door. I almost bolted around to Carla's side, took her hand, fumbled with the keys, pushed through the door, and locked it behind us. Then, unable to wait another moment, I lifted her up, hurriedly unzipped my pants, and took her right there against the wall, fully-clothed. As she latched onto me and started thrusting, that musk of hers quickly thickened in the air around us -- it was like drowning in syrup! -- and again, I'm not sure how long I lasted before cumming, I just kept going until we both started to wind down. Then, as soon as I trusted my legs, I carried her straight to the bedroom, kicked off my clothes the rest of the way, and we scrambled back into bed for a near-repeat of the first night's experience. Over and over we rolled, me on top, then her on top, then doggie-style, then on my knees with her wrapped tightly around me... all the while in a fog of animal arousal, her boundless energy pulling me onward past any endurance barriers I ever knew.

That second morning, there was no confusion, just a gentle waking to the furry body curled up in my arms, and the sweet remnants of sex in the air. I got thinking about that scent of hers, as the morning's clarity crept over me. There was no question in my mind that it had to be full of extremely powerful pheromones. Is that what chimps in the wild use to catch and keep a mate? It was certainly doing its job on me! Once Carla begins to get aroused in the slightest -- I suppose during that second car ride home, she sensed what was coming -- her musk comes out full-force, and any male in the vicinity (in this case, me) is helplessly drawn to her, with an almost superhuman amount of stamina to go along with it. Of course, it's just a theory... but one that seems to make a lot of sense, when I'm slamming deep into her tight, wet pussy for the third hour in a row. We can't keep this up, I thought, as I roused her and stumbled to the shower...

The week passed by in a dreamy blur, days at the store and nights with Carla. Our fucking was so natural, it felt more right than anything in my life ever had before. And I wondered why in the world I'd had any hang-ups to begin with. What could possibly be wrong about this? Carla seemed happy, I was happy, and we didn't even have to worry about her getting pregnant, no matter how much of my semen poured into her eager body! I found that she wasn't inventive at all, but she was a quick learner and eager to try anything. For instance, I taught her how to do me in her mouth by sucking on her finger, then having her suck on my finger (without biting!), then giving her my dick, which she took without hesitation. With her elongated jaw and those generous lips, it was the best oral sex I've ever had. Carla even seemed to think of my seed as some sort of treat, a reward for a job well-done. I had never met a woman who seemed to love everything about me so unconditionally. And so hungry for sex ... as early as the second night, she would jump into bed before me, anxious to get started. In the shower, she was always eager to take me in her mouth, I reluctantly had to make her stop, a few mornings. By the third or fourth night, she started helping me pull off my clothes. And in bed, she made no secret of what she wanted... she even started making the first move, climbing on top of me as soon as I lay down. She would surround my fast-returning erection with her moist labia and rub us both into a frenzy, her musk filling the air, until I couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust myself up into her. This was a complaint I'd had with every girlfriend in the past, that she always wanted me to initiate things. Carla had no such reservations about going after what pleased us both, and her simple honesty was refreshing and endearing. One morning, I awoke early to find her with my quickly-hardening dick already in her mouth, all on her own. I stroked her strong, furry back as she brought me to a slow, dreamy climax. Then she cuddled up next to me as we fell back asleep, my fingers lazily playing with her as I pondered my good fortune.

(Sometime during the week, I had to satisfy my nagging curiosity about just how deep she went. As I'd said, neither my dick nor my fingers could find the cervix that must be in there, somewhere. So one night, during a break, I dug out a long, smooth-handled kitchen utensil, had Carla lie still on her back, and gently inserted it into her until it bumped into something and stopped. Then I marked where it disappeared into her with my thumb, pulled it out, and measured with a tape rule: she was a little over 10 inches deep! Those male chimps must be well-endowed. Just for something different, I went ahead and used the thing as a dildo on her, that night, getting her going full-speed with it before pulling it out and diving into her madly-thrusting little body.)

Around the fifth night, I finally threw my last inhibitions overboard. Carla was kneeling next to me, feet toward the pillow and her mouth contentedly nursing on me ... and it occurred to me how she had accepted everything about me without question. I realized I owed her the same, holding nothing back. I lifted her up by the hips, swung her legs over me, and finally took her in my mouth, in "69" position. Her luscious musk was literally in my face, now, and it made me crazy with lust for my new lover. Carla seemed to like this way best of all, humping her hot cunt hard against my lips and sucking on me for all she was worth. I pulled her to me, getting lost in her scent, tasting the exotic flavor of her, rolling my tongue over her oh-so-female clit ... her pussy juices began running freely down my chin, and I drank them in with the same eagerness she'd shown for my own fluids. We gave to each other completely, each pushing the other quickly to the ragged edge, then over it. As I exploded into her mouth, her little hips bucking as she clamped onto my tongue... Perfect, was all I could think. She's perfect.

I don't know how long we lay like that, both breathing hard... her juices were still flowing, covering me in her sweet scent, until we both started to catch our breath. In a daze, I finally rolled her to one side and reluctantly pulled my face away from her, then gently withdrew from her mouth. I pulled her around to face me again, then took her in my arms and hugged her tightly to me. My still-throbbing dick (sucked dry, but still slippery from all her saliva) found its own way into her wet pussy-lips, and she wrapped those 4 powerful arms around me, pulling me deep into that silky, simian cunt. God, this was good!... On impulse, I kissed her on the lips, and she surprised me by kissing back, lightly at first, then more deeply as she figured out what I was trying to do. I parted her lips a bit, slipped my tongue in, and found hers, which immediately began to play with mine. The taste and smell of our combined juices was intoxicating, man and chimpanzee locked in total union... we found ourselves pumping, lazily at first, but then more feverishly, and I rolled on top of her. We truly made love, that time, both of us coming to an exquisite, prolonged peak at the same moment, then just lying in each other's arms, spent for the night. As I drifted off to sleep, I decided I had found the ultimate partner: no games, no dishonesty, just perfect enjoyment of each other's bodies without reservation. I wanted to keep Carla with me for the rest of our lives.

When my friend came home, he thanked me over and over for helping him out. "What can I do to repay you? Name your price," he said. "Give me Carla," I responded in my best poker-face. "Done!" he said. And with that, our life together began. I took Carla home and never returned her to the pet store. And I never went back to women. I had found my perfect Love Pet!