His face was in my neck, hot breath searing me. “Porsche…” With each of his thrusts, I lifted my pelvis to grind against him, rubbing my sensitive nub, further escalating the impending orgasm. “Baby. It’s so good.”
“Mike!” I raked his ass with my nails, and he gasped. I thrust my hips up, taking him further and bringing the sensations to a shuddering peak, as my teeth sunk into the skin on his shoulder.
“Oh! Jesus!” He thrust and froze, his cock erupting in my silken passage. “Oh, God, baby…”
I drifted happily on waves of bliss that slowly receded. “You weren’t bad for a human.”
He lay next to me, drawing me into his arms. “Thanks,” he said dryly. “I try.”
“I just hope you don’t get in trouble.”
“How do you mean?”
“If the apes find out. They’re possessive. I don’t want them to hurt you.”
“Can’t we share you?”
“Um, I don’t know. I don’t know how they’d react.”
“Let’s just take it one day at a time.” His hand massaged my back. “I really wish you were my mountain woman.”
“Oh, Mike. Don’t talk like that. This was just…sex.”
“Not for me, it wasn’t.”
Chapter Six
I slept peacefully with the sexy forest ranger, our bodies fitting together perfectly. In the morning, I had turned away from him, my bottom pressed against his cock. No one said a word, as he began to rub himself over me, opening up the lips of my pussy and wetting us both with my arousal. He slid inside, thrusting vigorously.
“Mike!” I rolled onto my tummy and moved my hand to my clit, where I rubbed myself. “Ooohh…” He rose over me and began driving deep. Here I was having sex with a stranger when I should be worried about the apes. I would chastise myself later about my lack of morals and loyalty, because I was hurtling towards the finish line at an alarming speed. “Omigod!”
“You feel so nice,” he groaned, grasped my hips, lifting me off the sleeping bag. I was on all fours now, being pounded vigorously. His efforts had me nearly dizzy with pleasure, as the orgasm approached. “Mike! Fuck me hard!” I shuddered, gasping and shaking, the intensity of the feeling overwhelming me completely.
“Porsche!” He pounded at the door of my cervix, his penis jetting creamy fluid deep inside. His hands gripped my hips, while he stroked in and out, enjoying the last bits of his pleasure.
I dropped to the sleeping bag, feeling wetness dribbling down my inner thighs. “Good morning,” I muttered. I needed to wash in a stream badly.
He lay next to me, his hand on my back. “I dreamed about you.”
“Yeah?”
“We lived in the forest together.”
I glanced at him, seeing a man with messy hair and bleary eyes. He looked happily tired. “We are in the forest.”
His hand drifted over my buttocks to my pussy. “This is the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen. You’re very wet.”
“That would be your fault.”
“I gotta pee.”
“Me too.”
“We need to get down to the river.”
I lifted myself on an elbow. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” My breasts throbbed. “Ugh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Too much milk.”
“I’ll help you.”
“Thanks, Mike.”
“No problem.” He grinned.
He suckled my nipple, producing an overwhelming spray of milk. I missed Lendal in that instant, wondering what he was up to. I missed his raspy little voice and grunts and all the cuddles he liked to give and receive. I missed the way he called me mommy. I knew Leslie and Zelda would take good care of him, but now I wished I had brought him along. I missed Leonard too, feeling an inexplicable wave of emotion worrying about where he was and why he had been so hostile yesterday. None of the apes had returned yet. What had happened to them?
After washing in the stream, Mike and I hiked up a steep incline to join the scientists by the fire. Dr. Haynes held his phone. “Okay, here’s the deal. The Sasquatches aren’t far away. They’re together.”
That was a relief. “Where are they?”
“Three miles west. I say we pack up and head out.”
“Sounds like a plan,” said Mike. “I can get my stuff together in two minutes.”
“What if he’s like he was yesterday?” I asked.
George glanced at me. “Dale and Rusty are with him. They won’t let anything happen to us.”
“I still don’t understand why he attacked them.”
“Maybe Dale and Rusty got him to calm down,” said Dr. Haynes. “Maybe there’s a medical reason for his aggression. We’ll get some answers today.”
I glanced at Mike, feeling anxious. “I guess.”
“It’ll be okay, Porsche. Don’t worry.”
“I just don’t want anybody to get hurt. I’ve seen what they’re capable of.”
“We have tazers,” said George. “It’ll buy us some time, if there’s trouble.”
“Maybe,” I murmured doubtfully. Unease pricked me, heightening my anxiety.
We set out shortly after breakfast, walking down the steep edge of the ravine to the river below. Without the Sasquatch escort, I felt vulnerable and exposed. Being with them brought me an enormous sense of security. If another tribe attacked us, I feared the outcome.
Mike took my hand. “Hey. Are you all right?”
“Yeah, but…I’m scared. I miss my kid. I miss Leonard. He’s not the angry ape you saw yesterday. That’s not him. He’s loving and sweet. He would never hurt his tribe like that.”
“There’s a reason for his behavior, Porsche. We’ll get to the bottom of it. Don’t worry.”
“If we come across another tribe, we’re so screwed.”
“It’s gonna be all right. Dale and Rusty are out here. We’re not alone.”
He’d never seen a Bigfoot club a human to death. I’d witnessed rivers of blood pouring out of cracked skulls, and men dying at my feet. It was not a pretty picture. It gave me nightmares. The forest was eerily quiet, the lack of birdcalls highly abnormal. A stifling humidity hung over us, making the back of my neck sweat. Perspiration dotted my forehead. Mike was at the front of our small procession, the material of his shorts stretched over his ass, making the view a pleasingly distracting one. I could not deny the attraction I felt for him, although I was bombarded by pings of regret and shame for having slept with him once…twice.
He’s smoking hot. How am I supposed to resist something like that?
“We’re getting closer, folks,” said Connor. “We might want to slow down.”
I glanced around nervously, knowing that, if the wind was right, the Sasquatches could smell us. They had probably perceived us already. “I’m scared.”
Mike put his arm around me. “You’re good. Stay calm.”
We stood in the middle of the forest, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and a hawk calling in the distance. I glanced behind me, thinking that I had heard something, but there was no one there.
“Straight ahead,” whispered Connor. “Something’s coming.”
A tazer appeared in Mike’s hands. His profile had hardened; his jaw was set, and his eyes darted back and forth. I could feel the tension coming off him, and it exacerbated my fear. A flash of brown broke through the trees; Rusty’s bloodied face suddenly came into view. His eyes bulged out of his head; and his teeth were bared.
“Whoooaaarrrr…!”
I don’t know what was more horrifying, the sight of Rusty, battered and bleeding, or Dale behind him, equally wounded, his eyes glinting with terror. The Bigfoots approached rapidly, Rusty grabbing me, lifting me off my feet, just as a large branch broke, the splintering sound echoing into the distance. The shape of an ape appeared, the creature emerging from the trees, his face contorted with rage, teeth bared and dripping with saliva.
It was Leonard, but I hardly recog
nized him. “Grrroooaaarrr…!” he thundered.
“Jesus Christ!” shouted Mike.
My lover and the father of my child towered over us threateningly, his posture tense and his legs spread. A thick branch in his hands was bloodied on the end. He stalked towards us, sneering and growling, sounding like a vicious, feral animal.
“Leonard!” I screamed. “Stop it now! What’s happened to you?” His eyes found me, staring blankly, as if he didn’t know who I was. “Leonard. It’s me! It’s Porsche!”
“He don’t remember us,” rasped Dale.
My heart sank. “What?”
“Whoooaaarrrr…!” Leonard sprang forward, his branch swinging through the air.
I screamed then because he had grazed the side of George’s face, splitting the skin open, blood pouring down his cheek. Rusty had to let go of me, and I found myself on the ground crawling, twigs and rocks digging into my hands and knees. Tears fell from my eyes, blinding me. Pandemonium erupted, and the sounds of thumps, growls, and human screams filled the air.
I was afraid to look up. I was going to die.
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Breeding the Curvy Girl Next Door
By Natalia Darque
Chapter One
The Je ne sais quoi
As my lunch period wound down, I dreaded getting back to class. My next class was Spanish, a class I absolutely sucked at.
A few weeks ago, when I brought home my last report card, I watched my disappointed dad survey my grades from top to bottom. A crestfallen look was fixed on his face until finally he broke the silence.
“Hey, this Spanish grade is really encouraging,” he drily noted.
“It is?” I asked, genuinely bewildered by his comment.
“Yeah, at this rate, by the end of the year, you’ll be bi-illiterate.” He handed me my report card, with his signature scrawled disappointingly onto the bottom of it. He returned to reading his newspaper.
I turned and shuffled for my room. My dad didn’t see it, but my face broke into a smile. Even when he insulted the hell out of me, he cracked me up.
As I headed toward Spanish class, I was running through all the phrases Gina had helped me memorize the night before in preparation for the oral quiz we were going to be doing in class.
Gina was the girl next door. Literally. We had lived next door to her since I was three years old. I still vividly remembered the first day I saw her.
There’s still a short stockade-style fence between our yards, just perfect for a three- year-old to climb up a plank or two in order to make you feel taller. When I went out into the backyard for the first time with my older brother, I saw this little blonde girl with pigtails standing on the second rung of the fence waving excitedly at us.
“Hi!” she yelled in her shrill little-girl voice.
“Oh, great! A girl!” my older brother Eric had sneered. He turned and stormed back in the house to avoid having to talk to the little girl.
I remember shyly walking over to the fence, and climbing up to the second rung opposite her. I didn’t want her to be taller than me. We came nearly face to face on the fence.
“Hi! My name’s Gina!”
“I’m Bradley. Everyone calls me Brad,” I told her.
“Where did you come from?” she asked.
“California,” I told her, my voice sounding sad. I missed the little pink frame house we had moved from in Riverside, and especially missed all my friends.
“I’ve lived here all my life!” Gina said proudly. “My mommy and da moved here from Scotland before I was born.” I had no idea what a da was.
“Where is Scotland?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But it’s a long way from here.”
“How old are you?” I asked.
“I’m this many,” I told her, holding up three fingers.
“I’m three too!” Gina’s voice was bright and excited.
I remember, even at three, being nervous around her. There was something about her. It took until high school when one of my friends taking French told me about a cool new phrase he had learned in class.
Je ne sais quoi. He told me it means “a certain something,” or “I don’t know what.” You know, when you have that person that does something for you, but you’re just at a loss for words to explain what that something is.
Well that’s a Je ne sais quoi.
In my case, even at three years old, I saw that in Gina.
“Will you be my friend?” Gina asked me with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess,” I replied, mustering up as much enthusiasm as a three-year-old could when faced with the prospect of only having only one new friend, and that one being a coodie-infested girl.
“Gina, come inside Lassie!” I heard Gina’s dad call from the sliding glass door at the back of their house. I remember thinking that Gina’s dad was enormous, easily the biggest man I had ever seen. But I also remembered wondering why he called her the name of that dog from that stupid TV show.
“Coming Da!” Gina yelled over her shoulder.
“I gotta go. It was nice to meet you Bradley,” she said formally after climbing down off the fence.
“Nice to meet you too, Gina.”
“You wanna play tomorrow?” she asked.
“Sure,” I told her. “Bye”
“Bye,” I watched her turn and run for her house. She looked back over her shoulder at me, smiled and waved as she ran to the door, her pigtails bounced wildly up and down, where her stern-looking father stood waiting for her. I waved back as her dad tousled her hair as she entered the house and then closed the door behind her.
I remember just standing there for several seconds watching the yard across which she had disappeared.
Although I didn’
t speak a word of French, or even know where France was at the time, or even that it existed for that matter, from that moment on, I knew what Je ne sais quoi was.
My mind wandered from my back yard years ago back to reality and the present when I heard a voice scream.
“Blake, get your hands off me!”
I broke into a run heading toward the voice, which I recognized as Gina’s.
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Chapter Five
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