Animal Instinct

copyright © Harry Carton, 2002, all rights reserved

It was chilly at 3 am, but it would be over 90 an hour after sunrise. I crawled through the opening to the blind, flopped on my belly and slid over to the side so there would be room for Paolo. He crawled in and kicked the covering into place behind us. On the other side of the water hole, Dr. Arnis would be scrambling into his hidey-hole. This was old hat for him; he lived in at the research station here in Kenya. I was here on a grant from the London Zoological Society, and it was my first time in "the black hole" as Paolo called it. He was a student from Rome, but he had been coming here for each of the four days since we arrived. Dr. Arnis wouldn't let me come while I had my period: my musk -- as he called it -- would keep the animals away.

"Is nothing to see until sunrise, Cara." It never bothered me before, that my name was an endearment in Italian. But now, Paolo used it every chance he had. I understood him: he was 20, with dark good looks and a flashing smile; a head taller than I, his broad shoulders and washboard abs caught my attention during his evening workouts. I was older, but not that much, only 31.  Besides I don't look 31, I kept reassuring myself:  breasts firm, belly flat, long tan legs.  Which you make sure you give him glimpses of -- as often as possible, dont you?  We were alone a lot. It was hot and sweaty most of the time. Under normal circumstances, a twenty year-old had raging hormones. Here, in Africa, working closely with a "white angel", as he called me behind my back, it was a wonder he had been as restrained as he had, so far he had only undressed me with his eyes.

I could handle it. I'd been pawed by bankers in London clubs and by farm boys in Ireland and everything in between. Some came away from the experience happy and some sad ... depending on my desires at the time.

We lay in the cramped space, looking out through the glassed-over openings, my right flank touching his left. He tried to surreptitiously reach his right hand down to his crotch and rearrange himself inside his shorts. He leaned on me a bit as he twisted, and mumbled something about a rock on the dirt floor.

Just before sunrise, I nudged him. As the sun touched the eastern horizon, I could see the outline of a lioness, not 5 feet in front of me. She was dead still and low in the grass. I followed her gaze toward the water: a small group of antelope were there. Suddenly they were flushed toward the waiting huntress by a pair of lions on the other side. The lioness leapt forward into the small pack and sank her fangs into the neck of an antelope buck.

The buck died quickly, under the onslaught of the three lions. It was beautiful and brutal. And it was all RIGHT HERE, not 10 feet in front of me. I could smell the lions -- they were not at all like the dusty, musty, slothful creatures we had at the zoo. They radiated savagery, power. Their ribs were visible, though they looked healthy enough. They were upwind and I could smell their sweat, mixed with the urine and feces that had come from the antelope at the moment of his death. They ripped great strips of flesh from the just dead buck, swiping at each other when they got too close. Blood covered the muzzles of the three lionesses as they tore into the beast, growling in a vicious undertone as they ate. I couldn't believe how much blood there was. It ran in rivulets down the shallow bank toward the water.

I could see across the water; already activity was returning to normal. Small groups and individuals returned to drink before the sun began it's daily bake. Well, as normal as possible, if you were the prey and the top of your food chain had just done its bloody job 30 yards away.

The trio were suddenly silent, and then, just as suddenly, crouching down and snarling ... hostile but sotto-voce. A large male sauntered calmly into the scene from our left. He must have walked nearly on top of the low hump created by the wood and metal blind. He dwarfed the lionesses, and walked toward the carcass with a proprietary air. "The lion's share" they call it. Well, he was here to take his.

I had heard lions growl before -- captive lions, circus lions, zoo lions that had all the survival needs driven out of them by endless days of pre-slaughtered slabs of horse flesh. And I had heard the lionesses growl just after the kill. But when this fellow spoke, the world listened. He looked at the breakfast his mates had prepared for him, ignoring their snarling, and made a pronouncement that left no doubt about ownership. The rumble erupted from him, and the earth shook -- literally. It was the loudest, most powerful thing I had ever heard from a natural creature. Wherever I touched the earth, I vibrated. It reverberated in my bones. When it was over, the stillness rang in my ears.

I looked at Paolo, who returned my stare with round eyes and open mouth. He smiled and pulled my ear close to his lips. "Magnifico, yes?" His breath was hot on my ear, my neck and my jangled nerves twitched down to my toes.

The lion leapt over the body and tore into the abdomen with his huge mouth. All but one of the lionesses retreated from the carcass and began their cleanup. Paolo and I lay frozen.

I glanced up at the sky and began to feel the heat. I began to shuck my sweatpants off. Paulo rolled up on his side, head propped on his hand, to watch me wriggle. I struggled a while, waving off his offer of help. I can take my own damn clothes off, thank you. But, it was not going to happen, I decided, and looked at him. He bent at the knees, until his head was at my waist level.  As he reached down to pull my pants down over my boots, he looked up at me, catching me watching him thru the valley between my breasts.  Handing the pants to me, he laughed. "Wait, Cara. I am helping." He pulled my arm straight and help me slip the jacket off. I was more comfortable in what I thought of as my "Africa clothes:" white cotton T-shirt and baggy khaki shorts.

"This is pretty cramped, isn't it?" I smiled my thanks at him. "Can I?" And I gestured toward him.

"Grazie, Cara. It was easier when I was here alone, but it is more fun with you." Charming. On the make. Wiseass. His warm-up pants were more practical than mine: long nylon zipper from ankle to waist. Where does one buy something like that? I wondered. 

His muscles rippled under the skin as he pulled his shirt up.  He was bare-chested under the sweatshirt, and I had a chance to admire the broad smooth planes of his muscular olive back from close range. His maleness, like the lion's, oozed from his skin, I could smell them both. He caught me staring at him and smiled. Self-confident bastard. We balled the clothes under our chins and resumed watching.

"Paolo, how long do we stay here?" I whispered, bringing my head near his. There were hungry lions only 10 feet away, and I wasn't interested in attracting their attention.

Why was I asking him? He had only been here four days. Great! Now I've lost the power of independent thought. He shrugged. "Until the master," he nodded at the cat, "is done."

He ate. As with most wild animals, his ability to concentrate on the task immediately at hand was perfect. He looked nowhere else, did nothing else. He ate.  When done, he yawned massively, cleaned his face with his tongue -- it must have been 8" wide -- laid his head on his paws and shut his eyes. The girls, as I had come to think of them, resumed their meal. We might be here a long time.

"Shhlluurrp!"  I jerked my attention from the cats to Paolo. Over the minutes, I had become accustomed to the ripping, snarling lion-breakfast noises. Paolo was eating an orange. He mugged a smile at my surprise and offered me some. I hadn't realized how long I had lain in the same position, nor how long it had been since I had eaten. I stuffed the orange section into my mouth. It exploded in flavor and juice ran down my chin.  I closed my eyes and a small moan escaped from my throat.  "Cara, Cara," he laughed at me, "you are hungry too." He wiped my chin with his thumb. It was rough, callused and dirty. I was embarrassed for the second time to be treated like a child by this ... this... BOY.

We watched. Time passed slowly as the lionesses pulled at the carcass. The sun beat down on our shelter and it was getting hot. I looked at Paolo: sweat was rolling down his torso. I could feel my T-shirt sticking to my back. I was tired from laying on my stomach. I rolled on my side to look at him. Might as well get to know him a bit, I thought. As I opened my mouth, he looked at me and slammed his hand over his mouth to stifle the laugh.

"I am sorry, Cara. But you are looking at me twice." Huh? I gave him a look -- the look -- this look had shriveled more than a few oh-so-fragile male egos. This boy was too ... innocent? honest? self-confident? ... to be taken aback. He gestured at my chest. I looked at myself. The sweat had run down my torso, too. It had pooled at the ends of my breasts where the shirt was (a) nearly transparent and plastered to my breasts, (b) smeared with dirt except (c) where my nipples stood straight out against the fabric. It did look like a large set of eyes with dirty circles around them.

What the hell, they're just tits. They're the only ones I have, and I'm not ashamed of them. In fact, I was rather proud of them. As I looked down at my nipples, I could feel them against the shirt.  Mmmm, not bad.

"If you can bring your attention up just a little, please?" He looked at my face with a sheepish grin.

We talked in the heat. About the lions. About how we got here. About this and that. Well... not about THAT. He was moderately attentive, given that what he really wanted was to grab my tits. The heat baked into us and we got sleepy. Nothing going on except drowsy lions swishing their tails. We both saw him move at the same time.

The male picked up his great head and looked straight at us. He leapt suddenly toward my face with a sharp snarl. Fear gripped me. I felt like the antelope. He was going to rip my throat open and ... I emptied my bladder. I noticed the hot flush in my crotch only at the periphery. I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move.

The male turned and mounted the female who was crouching in front of us. Grabbing the nape of her neck, he moved his pelvis up toward her rear. He extended his penis and drove into her. I was in shock, and relieved and couldn't take my eyes off the point of their union. His penis was huge: as long as my forearm, but not too thick. He thrust into the lioness several times quickly, eliciting a series of snarls from her. Just as quickly he was off her.

I looked at Paolo. He shifted his pelvis. Apparently, he had become aroused and was caught with his prick in an uncomfortable position. He looked at me and sniffed at the pungent smell. I sniffed too, felt the hot wetness at my crotch and realized that I had peed myself.

This could be a big problem. The scent would travel to the lions and there was no telling how they would react.

Paolo moved first. "Off, off," he hissed. He grabbed for his pack, frantically dumped his lunch from a plastic bag and threw it at me. "Take them off. Put them in here."

Once I knew what I had done, I needed no reminders. I ripped the snap and zipper open and pushed my shorts and panties as low as I could. Modesty and shame would have to come later. I needed to solve this problem NOW or who knew what would happen.  I leaned over on him to reach down and get the clothes over my boots. I stuffed them into the bag. I flopped back down onto the packed dirt and exhaled.

Paolo was ripping apart an orange. What the... ?! "No. Not yet. Must clean the smell off you. The lions .."  he whispered harshly.  He pushed the orange at my crotch. He was right again. I grabbed some of the orange and began wiping myself where I could reach. His rough caloused hands were already there.  Rubbing the juicy orange into my pubic hair, between my legs. Squeezing it against my thighs. There were no sexual thoughts in either of us. Just a need to erase the smell... overpower it with something natural.

The orange pulp was scrubbed into my pussy with a frenzy. We both realized what he was doing at the same time.  I froze, and my muscles tensed.  He continued to rub the cool, squishy fruit into my fruit for a moment.  He stopped and handed me the pulpy remains. "Uhh.. perhaps you should do this." He shifted his gaze and lay down again, looking out at the lions.

"Er... yes.. well..." I stammered. Damn and double damn. This BOY had just washed my pussy with an orange! How was I going to look him in the eye for the rest of the summer? Oh hell, it's just a pussy,  I thought. I knew I was lying to myself, but life wasn't over.

I rolled over on my front and covered my ass with the jacket of my sweats. Paolo shifted again.  Did you put your willie on that hard spot in the ground again?  There was a smug grin on my face.   He squirmed onto his side facing away from me. I appreciated the privacy. I noticed the heat again. It was oppressive. There was no air. There was no talk between us... just an embarrassed silence. In a few minutes, he rolled on his back and was asleep.

About every 20 minutes the male mounted his lioness again, just a few feet from me. Each time, I couldn't take my eyes off his penis. He extended it from its sheath and mounted her with ... well ... animal power. I don't know if it was passion, but it was agitated. Each time the same. 18 inches of rigid flesh, plunging into her vagina. He would grab her by the back of the neck. She would snarl. Three or four quick thrusts and off.

As I watched them couple again and again, I replayed the scene with the orange. Now I could feel the juice running down between my legs. The rough, frantic scrubbing of his hands on my sensitive areas. I watched the lions. I was wet now, sticky between my legs from the juice. And from my increasing arousal. I could feel the sweat running down the crack of my ass. I thought of the sweat running down to my nipples, and felt them harden against my shirt and the ground.

The lion was sitting up, cleaning himself. His face. His paws. His crotch. He extended his penis from its furry brown sword-case. His balls were black and huge, larger than .... an orange. I was wet now, and rubbed my thighs against each other, increasing the friction. His tongue, wider than the span of my hand, wrapped itself around the extended pink flesh. A quiet moan escaped me and I ground my clit into the hard dirt. He licked it from bottom to top. My tongue touched my lips.

I looked at Paolo, sleeping on his back. Sweat glistened on his body. His shorts were wet from the sweat, the bulge of his penis angling up from its root along the junction of his thigh and pelvis. I reached over and traced its outline through the shorts. It stirred slightly, but Paolo did not. I looked at the lion again. The tongue gave one more bottom to top lick and moved on to clean the balls.

I pressed my thighs together harder and a quiet shudder overtook me.  Just a mini.  I curled up to get closer to Paolo's waist. Not true, I corrected myself. You're not interested in his waist. I wanted to see his penis. Touch it. See, somehow, how this male compared with the one I had been watching outside the window of the blind. Right, you just want to look.  Who are you fooling?  I wondered. Sometimes being self-aware is more trouble than its worth. Sigh.

I slid my hand up into the opening of his baggy shorts. I immediately found my target, no underpants for him. I held it gently and it surged alive. It was thickening. Soon he would be awake. What would I do then? What the hell... it's just a penis. Let's see if he's proud of it.

It was moderate in length, not short, but not as long as the leonine obelisk I had inspected all morning. I felt it appraisingly. It had not stopped growing either. I could no longer get my hand completely around it. I was surprised to feel that he was circumcised. I thought most Latins weren't. I sliced a fingernail up from the base along the ridge on its bottom up to the point where the it met the crown, and felt the blood surge in response. I was shocked at the pulsing heat that filled this sleeping animal's member.

I removed my hand. Was he still asleep? Faking it so I wouldn't stop? Who cares? I carefully folded the leg of his shorts up as high as I could. I could see it now. I moistened my thumb with my saliva and slid it on the sensitive spot just under the head. I lightly tickled my fingernails around the edge of his cap. It pulsed and swelled. "Hello sir," I exhaled softly at him.

Still no sign of life from Paolo ... except for his prick. I squeezed the shaft lightly. My hand went about 3/4 around. Probably at least 6", maybe 8" around, I thought. Like that lion's tongue. He should be proud of this fellow.  I blew wamly on him.

I felt the sticky wetness of my sex. Wonder what orangey pussy juice would taste like? Hmmm... I reached into the bag and extracted the pulpy orange mush that he had rubbed into my pussy. I didn't want to wake him, but I did want to repay the flavor.  Christ, making jokes at a time like this.  Serious up!!  you're 3 inches from a nice looking cock.

Why?  Big deal.  So it's a cock.  *SERIOUS* has nothing to do with it. 

I pushed the cool pulp against the opening of my pussy.  I was hunched over on my knees, making myself as small as I could.  WHY?  If he wakes up, he's not gonna be looking around. I ground the orange pulp against me for a moment, then brought it to his dick. I was kneeling at his side, my face inches from it.  I looked at it again.  Well, maybe it's not a BIG deal, but it sure is an awfully nice sized deal.  Handsome too! I resumed breathing and licked my lips.  Why are you holding your breath?

In the few minutes I had ignored it, it has subsided a little. Still long and thick, but not so insistently hard. The livid purple was gone from the head. There was a drop of moisture at his slit, though. I extended my forefinger and rubbed it around on the fellow's crown. It pulsed and grew. Hello again, I thought. I carefully took some of the orange pulp between my fingers and painted the hardening shaft. A glob here, a coating of juice there. And always a tickle at the most sensitive parts up near the head. I became bolder with my painting, I was really smearing the orange mush on.

"Ohhhh..." Paolo stirred. It was now or never, if I wanted to do this my way.

I dipped my head down, licked the underside of his prick from balls to head and engulfed it. I could only get the head into my mouth... it was too big around. But for now, the head was all I wanted. I sucked it as hard as I could, and I savored it, alive in my mouth. My tongue, busy on the sensitive head.

"Ohhhh... Cara." Awake now, are we fella?  "Ohh Dio Mio."  I sucked a little, slid my lips a bit farther down the shaft, then backed up until my teeth were just touching the edge of his crown.  He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face toward his crotch and his prick toward the back of my throat.

I pulled off. "Is something wrong?" He shook his head no with a low moan that rumbled in his chest. "Then lie back and stop pushing." I stroked him through the orange mush. "I know what you want." I hefted his balls in my hand and put my friend back into my mouth.

I was getting used to its girth. I snaked my tongue out along it and licked. Paolo's body tensed and his ass lifted off the ground. The heat radiating from his member scalded my mouth; I was gasping for air. Tongue back in and swirling around the head. The orange flavor was interesting, but it was the feeling of his dick in my mouth that made my nipples hard, caused the pulse in my pussy.

I brought my teeth gently down on the tip, near the slit. I opened my mouth gradually, raking my teeth along mass of the head. He shuddered and thrust with his pelvis. His hand went back to my head, but not pushing this time. I began to suck and lick the head faster.  I want to taste it. Taste you. Give it to me, dammit My head was still at the crown of his dick. My hand, a tight circle around it, just above his ball sac.  I pumped his pulsing shaft, fast. Faster -- my hand was a blur.

I felt his other hand part my thighs. Ooooh... What a pleasant surprise. I had been concentrating so much on the living miracle in my mouth that I had forgotten. Paolo hadn't. His thumb parted my cunt lips and entered. He curled his long fingers into my pubic mound and pulled my pussy toward him. It was awkward in the confined tunnel, and I didn't want to lose my lip-lock on him.

In fact, he deserved a reward for thinking of me at a moment like this. I parted his thighs with my hand. I dipped a finger into the orange and brought it, mushy, through the opening of his shorts to his ass. I spread the juice around and tickled at the hole. As I stroked his asshole, I continued pumping up and down on his rod. As I reached the top of each stroke, I swirled my tongue around the head.

He picked up my rhythm and was strumming my clit. His thumb went into my cunt and pressed down toward my clit.... Ohhhh... I moaned against the head of his dick. My finger went into his ass and he jerked in my mouth. The cum surprised me and I took as much as I could. I began to suck and swallow. I knew he was working on my pussy, but I was so concentrated on his orgasm that I didn't feel it. His cock swelled and I held it with two hands, keeping my mouth over the head. He thrust at me and was pistoning his dick through my hands. I licked and sucked him until he subsided. His cum excited me. The taste was salty and orangey. I kept licking, but he pulled away. "No...Cara... Too much."

I put him down gently on his thigh and returned to the present. He had rolled his upper body slightly and was ... Yes!!. biting on the back of my thigh. His thumb was making circles inside me and he had captured my clit between two of his fingers and was rolling it back and forth. GOD! He sure knows about pleasuring a woman. I collapsed where I was, my face coming down on the inside of his thigh just above the knee, my ass up near the roof of the small tunnel. My chest rested against his leg and I could feel his still-hard cock against the side of my breast.

He switched his hand and had two ... maybe three ... fingers pumping into and out of my pussy. I could hear the liquid slurp of my cunt as he increased the tempo. His free hand reached down to my face. I sucked his forefinger into my mouth. I saw the lion enter me. Hot! Pussy full! Moving in and out.  And relived the feeling of Paolo's dick in my mouth. His fingers inside me. Curling against that spot.  THAT one.  RIGHT THERE.   The beast pumped and pumped... 18 inch hard pink penis...  The fire erupted in my pussy and spread throughout my body.  My hands dug into his thigh and I collapsed.  I want another one!

We separated, laying on our sides, head-to-toe. I picked my head up and looked up his body at him. His dick was still hard. His abdomen and chest were streaked with sweat and mud. He smiled that smile.

I turned around and crawled up his body. He was on his side, and I rested my head on his outstretched arm. My ass snuggled into his crotch, I could feel the heat of him even thru his shorts, and my back leaned against his chest. I purred. He moved his free hand to my breast and massaged it with gentle circular motions through the T-shirt. I slapped his wrist gently, picked up his hand and put it under my shirt. Now his fingers pinched and pulled my nipple. "Much better." I licked the inside of his forearm, like the cats outside.

"Cara, look." Outside our steamy cave, the big male was nudging the lioness again. His muzzle prodded her hips into position, and he mounted. As he bit into the loose skin at her neck, his penis extended and he thrust into her, as he had so many times this morning.

Paolo pushed my back away from his chest and held me by a fistfull of hair at arms length. His other hand jerked my pelvis back toward his cock and he roughly pushed my legs open. He entered me slowly, and my pussy adjusted to him. Thank you Jesus for the testosterone levels of youth!   We heard the lioness snarl at her mate yet again. I pushed my hands down against his hand and pushed his fingers into my clit. I snarled a quiet imitation of the female cat as he thrust into me with increasing fury. I came quickly this time, and he kept on. Out...Long and slow.  Oh God, NO! Don't leave.  In .... a clench, his hand against my clit, pulling me onto him and a fast thrust.  Yes yes... Inside. Fill me up.  DEEP!  Finally he pushed in and in and IN. His hand in my hair clenched and I thought he might pull me apart. I felt him explode in me.  He pulsed and spasamed and jerked inside me.  He splashed hot lava inside my sex.  YES.. Give it to me. MORE. He pulled back part of an inch and pulled me away with a grip on my pubic hair.  Then he slammed his shaft back into me with a final convulsion.

My own lightning storm started.  My pussy clutched and grabbed at his hardness.  Then the electric charge ran from my clit to my breasts and a hot flash colored my neck and face. I bit down and screamed against his forearm.

He pulled my hips back against his crotch and only now began to stroke my clitty.  Immediately I came again....a long shudder that racked my body from eyelids to clenched toes for long moments. He wrapped free arm around my torso and pulled me back agaisnt his chest.  But his 'southern' hand kept moving, even as my over-sensitive clit tried to hide.  Oh Christ!  Stop.  Too much.  But he didn't stop.  Pressure against the base of my clit.  His still partly-hard penis head wedged between my labia, trapped there as I clenched my thighs.

Nooooooo! Oh Goddddddddd. I rocked with the exquisite pain of over-stimulation.  I clawed at his hand, locked on my sex.  Noooo. Can't take any....... YESSSSSSSSSSSSS Oh Fuck YESSSSSSSSSS.  I jerked my hips at his hand as the impossibly too strong orgasm washed over me.

Finally he paused.  Unable to talk, I panted, breath rough and uneven.  Smaller after shocks rippled thru me.

I felt it then.  He flexed his hips and drove his suddenly hard-again shaft into me.  Oh ... AGAIN!!  Nooo Yes No Yes  My mind fogged and all I could think of was his cock -- inside me.  I barely noticed as his hand resumed work on my clitty, fast circles that matched the tempo of his thrusting.

Finally he jerked again and filled my pussy again with his seed.  I clawed as his hand continued to work on my clitty.  "No... pleeeeeeease." I begged, tears hot on my face. "Please. No more."

He stopped and clutched me against his chest.  We lay breathless and exhausted. His member, soft, slipped from between my lips, leaving a wet trail across my thigh.

I closed my legs and stilled his hands. I was gasping for air in deep lung-fulls.

We lay in the moist heat. I looked out at the cats. They were gone, and I could see Dr. Arnis emerging from his blind on the other side of the water. I scrambled into my shorts, rudely shoving a paper towel inside me to prevent an embarrassing leak down my legs.  I kicked open the little door at our feet. As I crawled out backwards, I gave his prick a long, slow lick, tasting us, and paused, my face buried in his crotch. I raked my claws down the inside of his thigh and growled.

How the hell was I going to get any work done this summer?