Advanced Primatology Ch. 02

The video was a little twisted. It starred a brunette step-mom who was pretty much the same type as Professor Morgan (though not half as pretty) and some buff teenaged dude. She comes into his room in the morning in her office clothes and glasses, her tits practically bursting out her blouse, and is pissed to find him still asleep in bed. So she rips the blankets off and is shocked to see that he's naked and sporting a huge woodie, about the same length and width as Chad's, he noted proudly. Before you knew it she was straddling him on the bed, still wearing her glasses, with her shirt unbuttoned and her tits popping out of the tops of her black bra. And then the shirt was off, but the glasses were not, and she was reaching behind her to unclasp the bra, her womanly breasts spilling out. They were a little bit bigger than he would have liked but it didn't spoil the effect. A little bit bigger than Kate's—Professor Morgan's—he suspected. The headboard was slamming into the wall so hard now he was afraid he might put a hole in it. Elise was grunting the same thing over and over.

"So big, so hard"

He remembered that during lunch break he'd come upstairs to recharge his phone and noticed Professor Morgan coming out of the room next door. The one behind the wall he was pounding the headboard into. He wondered if she could hear what was going on in his room, and he started pounding harder, as if he was trying to fill the whole hotel, if he could, with the sounds of him dominating Elise and making her cum hard and long around his shaft. Maybe Kate was even enjoying this. God what a hot idea!

"So big, so hard."

Chad thought about what Professor Phare had taught him about "copulatory calls" (or mating calls) in groups of primates. The way that female chimps tended to be much louder when they were mating with dominant, high status males, and the way that male orangutans made long calls to attract nearby females.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh."

Before he knew it Chad was grunting loudly and fucking Elise like a madman.

After just a minute or two of Chad's primal grunting Elise's pussy exploded. He loved the feel of her tight, wet canal as it began to spasm uncontrollably around his stiff cock, sending Elise into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had and bringing Chad right up to the edge. In a flash, and without any conscious thought on his part, he was imagining that it was Professor Morgan on her knees in front of him ("Those pant suits. Mmmmmm"). The pressure kept building in his testicles.

"Ugh, ahhh, ugh, ugh."

And then he was picturing Kate in the same position as the step-mom in the video, her soft tits spilling forward as she reached back to unclasp her bra, straddling him with her strong legs. And then his balls contracted and he started cumming hard inside Elise, inside the condom that is, as deep as he could go.

And then he kept on cumming, for what seemed like a full minute (holy shit there was a lot of it!) maybe harder and deeper than he had ever cum before. He thought he might have broken the condom. But when he finally pulled his cock out the rubber was still in tact (probably a good thing) the tip filled with a wad of sperm the size of a golf ball.

Later that night, just before dawn maybe, he woke up alone in the bed. There was a note on the night table. Elise hadn't been able to sleep and had gone back to her room to send some emails and things. He didn't mind, even though he was still a little horny. Suddenly he remembered something that he'd wanted to do on-line in private and that he might not have another chance to do before they left for the mountains, where there would be limited internet access for the undergrads. They weren't even allowed to bring their laptops. Having sex would be more complicated too. The guys would all be sleeping in one bunkhouse, and the undergrad girls in another. He wasn't sure where the women would be sleeping.

Chad stood up and walked over the to the little desk by the patio window where he'd left his laptop. He thought about earlier. It was crazy how much he'd cum when he fantasized about Professor Morgan while he fucked Elise from behind. She definitely was his type physically, he had to admit. He'd always been a sucker for a big soft pair and a wide set of hips. He didn't feel too bad about getting off to her because it was obviously nothing more than a fantasy. He had never seen her give off even the slightest vibe of being on the hunt for new sexual partners, or even available for pursuit by players such as him, not even when she lectured about the wild sexual exploits of her beloved bonobos. But there had been that "wildcat" comment on ratemyprofessors.com. Maybe some of her male students had picked up on some subliminal signals that he wasn't seeing. Not likely.

Anyway, even if he did pick up on them he would never do anything about it. Her husband was one of the nicest grown-ups he'd ever met, and Chad was hoping to get a letter of recommendation from him when he applied to grad school, maybe even be part of his lab. And now Professor Morgan was turning out to be a great mentor too. He'd really been touched by her confidence in him when she agreed to make him undergrad team leader. He was determined to do his best for her.

Chad opened his laptop and did some casual google searching for Jessica Aguero. He went straight to her Facebook page and in no time at all had pulled up a couple spectacular bikini shots of her on the beach in Argentina in one of the tiniest suits he'd ever seen. There were no shots of her from the rear, alas, but there was one from the side that showed off the full form of her magnificent ass. Latina chicks were always dependable that way. "Nice," he said out loud to himself. That was definitely a thong she was wearing. He looked down and noticed that his cock was stirring to life, half hard now and beginning to lift itself off the desk chair where it had been resting flaccid. He hadn't put any clothes on when he got out of bed.

Yeah, Jessica was definitely his next priority target. He'd sensed that she was pretty good friends with Karin, so maybe if he could work out way to talk with the two of them alone sometime he could try to flirt with Karin a little and set his standard plan in motion. He wasn't sure. Would he get in trouble for that? He'd have to be careful and think it through. He was pretty sure that these older chicks weren't much different from the undergrads he normally chased. They had the same biology and brain structure after all. But he didn't want to do anything to blow it. And not just because Jessica would be his most ambitious conquest yet. He'd never fucked anyone older than a college student, a real woman, and this one was hot as hell. More than that, he didn't want any gossip getting back to Professor Morgan about how he was too busy being a cooze-hound to pay attention to his new responsibilities.

Before he even realized it he'd pulled up Kate's Facebook profile and was gazing idly at the photo of her in her dark pantsuit ("Nice lady, Nice body"). He did a quick search for any tagged photos that her friends might have posted, not for the first time. Too bad, he muttered when nothing came up. She probably kept a close eye on her privacy, like a lot of the female professors he'd had. But then he had an idea. He'd figured out one night, by chance really, that if you searched for the woman's husband online you could sometimes find images of the wife that she would never have put online herself, and that she had no idea were out there. Older guys were usually way less careful about that kind of thing than older women. Hell, some of the guys, the ones with the really hot wives, may have subconsciously wanted people to find the pictures and admire them, a way to proclaim their status as an alpha dude, so to speak. He searched for "Brian Phare" (it felt weird using his regular name) and scanned through the results. Bingo. A profile on some website for sharing photos.

There were quite a few albums to look at, but Chad was tired and he didn't want to spend much time sifting through them. So he clicked on the first one he saw that looked like it was taken somewhere warm and wet, somewhere near a beach. Bingo again! An album from a long weekend Professor Phare and Kate had spent in Puerto Rico during winter break. There were probably twenty or so pictures of her in the album and he'd have to study them more closely another time. Some of them were very nice. He liked the one of her in the purple scoop-neck standing on a hotel balcony with the sun behind her. And the one of her shot from below as she climbed the stone steps of some old cathedral. The white tennis shorts weren't particularly tight or short but it was the first time he'd seen her long, thin, surprisingly muscular legs (she must do yoga or something) and the best sense he'd gotten yet of what kind of ass she was packing. All signs pointed to a truly memorable one, firm, wide, and heart-shaped.

Chad looked down and noticed that was cock was almost completely hard now, at a forty-five degree angle from the floor. He thought about jerking off but decided against it. He felt kind of bad intruding on his female professor's privacy in this way. Her husband might have realized these photos were public, but she sure didn't. But like he'd already said, this was pure late night fantasy. Nothing could possibly happen between them. So who did it hurt, really, to look a little. He continued scrolling through the images. The professor couple looked happy and fulfilled together. He thought of going back to bed. Even yawned once.

But then there it was: bikini shot. Sweet Jesus! She put the porn-star from the step-mom video to shame. She was standing knee deep in a stream near some waterfall (seemed like a rain forest) and smiling kind of shyly, but straight at him, in a string two-piece that was way more revealing than anything he ever thought she'd wear ("a real wildcat"). She'd just been in the water and the tiny suit was clinging to her in all the right places. The whole sight of her was awe-inspiring. She was toned and strong all over but soft where she should be. Her breasts were unbelievable! Heavy, firm, and shapely. Maybe the best he'd ever seen.

He looked down and noticed that his cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling now, like it wanted to launch itself into orbit or something. It looked longer and thicker than he'd ever seen it. He reached down and grabbed it and started jerking it hard while he drank in the spectacle of female perfection on the screen in front of him. This was pure fantasy he told himself. There was nothing wrong with and it wouldn't hurt anyone.

He pictured her walking across the stream toward him, smiling playfully with her big brown eyes as her hips swayed and her tits bounced a little. And before he knew it he was cumming hard, a rope of sperm so long and powerful he thought it might hit the ceiling or the wall or something.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," he groaned loudly, then settled back in the desk chair, stunned by the force of his orgasm. Then he laughed to himself as he realized he'd ended up shooting sperm all over his computer screen.

He'd have to clean it in a minute, but for now he just wanted to catch his breath and enjoy the sight of it hanging there, in thick drops on Kate's face and chest as she smiled playfully back at him, almost laughing along with him.

Part 6

Kate stepped out of the shower and began what she already thought of as her new morning "routine" (she'd make time for some early morning yoga when they got into the mountains). Not even bothering to put on her bathrobe this time she strode straight over to the little desk with her laptop and opened her favorite video to the scene with the brunette professor and the skinny blonde guy. She still had cramps and a headache (would her period just start already!) but she felt far more refreshed. She'd been able to sleep last night at least.

She spread her legs as wide as she could as she leaned back in the desk chair and put one of her feet up on the desk, still dripping wet from the shower and naked as the day she was born. She'd gotten really turned on last night by the part where the female professor does that, where she grabs the skinny blonde guy by his short hair and pushes his face into her lap, throwing her foot up on the desk as she smiles archly. Kate already had her hand on her clit making slow circles. She had a busy day ahead of her and she need to get a move on.

She'd realized last night that she liked the scene even better than at first. There was more to the set-up than she'd realized, and more positions when they finally did start screwing! And she'd been able to watch it with headphones this time. This was the part where the guy is telling her that he's too stressed out and distracted to concentrate in her class, and she's listening to him sympathetically, devouring him with her eyes. He was kind of cute for a porn star, with sensitive eyes and just the kind of lean, muscular body she liked best. Soon the professor would be jerking him off while she told him to stop worrying so much. The whole taboo aspect of it—the female professor was almost maternal at times and the male actor made it seem like his character kind of looked up to her—really got her juices flowing for some reason. This shouldn't take long at all.

She'd been so tired after all the orientation sessions yesterday that she'd fallen straight to sleep around nine, reading some emails in bed. But then she'd been woken up again around midnight with the headboard shaking and her mattress rocking. Here we go again, she thought. Was that Elise in there or some other girl this time? Maybe Ellen. Hopefully not Jessica. That could mess up the chain of command once they got to the mountains.

She was grouchy from being woken up, and she was sick of the humidity, so she ripped off her little night-shirt and threw it across the room. She wasn't wearing any bottoms. Good thing she hadn't started bleeding. She lay back on the mattress and tried to do some breathing exercises she'd learned from her yoga instructor, contracting and relaxing each muscle in her body from her feet upward. When she got to her chest she realized that that her breasts were jiggling again in time with with the thrusts of the couple next door. In time with Chad's thrusts, she caught herself thinking. She was kind of enjoying it, actually, that familiar rhythm. God she needed to get laid. Her cramps were coming on again as her sleepiness began to wear off

"So big, so big, Chad, ugh"

Yeah it sounded like Elise alright. Her mating call, Kate laughed to herself.

She wanted to masturbate and get back to sleep, but with Elise squealing like that it was never going to happen. She felt a mounting dislike for the girl. If only it was the sound of male grunts coming through the wall, Chad's grunts she caught herself thinking. That might do the trick. This whole vibrating bed thing was kind of a turn on, she laughed again. If she closed her eyes and thrust her hand inside her, like she was doing now, it felt almost like she was actually being fucked, which was what she wanted most in the world right now, the whole focus of her menstruating brain contracted to the empty space between her legs and what she could do to fill it. Her period really did turn her into a walking vagina. Why couldn't Brian be here?

But the soundtrack Elise was providing was just awful. It ruined the whole effect.

Suddenly Kate remembered that before bed last night she'd found her headphones in the bottom of her purse. Maybe if she found something else to listen to she could get herself off. Maybe she could even watch that scene with the female professor and the blonde guy. She reached for her laptop on the night table beside her and had the video playing in a heartbeat. This was much better.

Ten minutes later and she was riding the edge of a big orgasm. The video had such a hot set-up! The guy was all shy and embarrassed at first, and the professor was nurturing as she took him in her hand and mouth. But then halfway through the roles reversed. The student took charge and started giving the professor a serious pounding. He flipped her over on top of the desk and started screwing her from behind. The professor in the video had a butt just like hers. Kate arched her back and quickened the pace of her strokes as the mattress started rocking harder, her breasts gyrating in circles now as she rotated her hips. She was close.

And the guy had a body just like Brian's when he was younger. Just like Chad's, she caught herself thinking. He could be a porn actor himself if he wanted to, judging by that photo of him in the speedo. And the actor had a magnificent dick. A little longer than her husband's (maybe ten inches?) and massively thick, with a big, bulbous head. She loved the sight of it on his skinny body. She imagined it thrusting into and out of her in long, powerful strokes, the boy's muscular hips doing what nature had so clearly made them for.

"Ugh, fuck me, big, so big," Kate cried out suddenly as she jammed her fingers up her pussy hard and fast.

What the fuck, Kate, she thought to herself, the sound of her own cries over the soundtrack of the video jolting her back to her senses. Had she actually just said that? And had she said it out loud?

She was horrified, but she couldn't deny that the illicit thrill of it, and the danger of being overheard, had sent her to a new level of physical pleasure, the first wave of a massive orgasm beginning to build in her stomach. She ripped out her earphones so she wouldn't get too carried away.

"Yeah, harder, fuck me, big," she gasped out again, being careful not to be too loud, in a husky call she barely recognized as her own.

This was crazy! What if someone heard her? The mattress was rocking harder than ever. She thought she might fall off the bed. She pressed the soles of her feet into the mattress and lifted her ass up high, jamming four fingers up her wet gash, then withdrawing them quickly, then jamming them in harder.

"Ugh, ugh, ahhhhh, ugh."

O my god. Kate almost came right then. It was Chad's grunts coming through the wall this time as he slammed the headboard and her mattress rocked! Her whole body was on fire! She took her free hand and started mauling her tits. She wondered how Elise must be feeling in there, being fucked like that. Kate wasn't even in the same room with Chad and he was pounding her mattress so good she was about to lose her mind.

"Fuck me, god, so big, so good."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh."

And then she lost all reason, picturing Chad on the mattress with her on his knees in front of her, between her legs, looming above her with his black hair and his deep blue eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, her ass high off the bed in his big hands as he started to fuck her more powerfully, pounding her pussy with long, hard strokes.

"Ugh, ahhhh, Ugh, ahhh."

"Hard, yeah, so big . . . Chad."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh."

"Fuck me, Chad, so big, fuck."

It was too much for her. Her orgasm hit her. It just kept going and going. Then she sank down into the mattress, exhausted, as it suddenly stopped moving.

Next thing she knew she woke up refreshed and cheerful and headed for the shower. And now here she was naked at her desk and starting the day off right by watching the same scene again.

"What the hell had happened last night," she thought to herself. She didn't usually make much noise in bed. She thought of the way that many kinds of female primates would use "copulation calls" before, during, and after sex in order to incite males in the group to mate with them and to encourage the male to ejaculate better, thereby ensuring reproduction. She thought of Brian's theory that for chimps these calls contained lots of information about the female's reproductive status (they tended to be more frequent as a female approached ovulation, and with a tone the males found more attractive) and about the status of the male that was "inspiring" her sounds (the calls tended to be louder and more musical when she was mating with a high status male). She'd always hated that theory. It was one of the things she was trying to challenge with her research on bonobos.