“Well, too bad.” I wasn’t going to feel sorry for him. I glanced at my ape. “Leonard.”
He grunted.
“I’m going back to the woods with you by choice.” I pointed to myself. “I’m choosing. You didn’t kidnap me. I’m going with you because I want to be with you, but I want to leave every once in a while to see my family. I won’t go with you, if you don’t agree. Do you understand?”
He eyed me peculiarly, his black eyes glinting.
“I’ll live with you, but I still have to see my family sometimes.”
He nodded.
“Are you getting this, you dumb oaf?”
“Yes, Porsche.”
“And you’ll let me go home without a fight?”
“You my Porsche. Mine.”
“Leonard! I have to see my parents every once in a while and my sister. I’ll be with you and live with you, but I have to see them. They have to know I’m okay.”
He nodded. “Leonard understand.”
“You’ll let me go when I want?”
“Yes.”
I smiled. “Looks like we got a deal then.”
Dr. Haynes looked dumbfounded. “They can reason. That’s incredible.”
“Maybe they’ll let you visit? If you’re with me, they won’t hurt you. They only attack when they think someone wants to take their women.”
“That’d be amazing. I’d love the chance to research them in the wild.”
“I’m sure something can be worked out.”
“When you see your parents, perhaps I could go back with you?”
“Yeah, for sure. You wouldn’t hurt Dr. Haynes, would you, Leonard? He set you free.”
He grunted. “No hurt doctor.”
“See. I think he likes you.” I grinned, my insides bursting with happiness.
We drove deep into the forest on a rutted road that led to nowhere. It was a dead end, and Dr. Haynes did not stop the van until he made a u-turn and faced away from the dark woods. The apes jumped from the back, gazing up at the night sky and the brilliant stars, sprinkling the heavens with the light of freedom.
Dale threw back his head. “Grrroooarrr…” the sound echoing far and wide.
Leonard grabbed me. “Porsche.” His nose was in my neck. “I love my Porsche.”
I snuggled into his matted fur, wrinkling my nose at the pungent smell. The apes would wash up at the earliest opportunity. They might be wild and horny and absolutely lacking in manners, but dirty they were not.
Connor stood before us with his hands on his hips. “Well, looks like this is it.”
“Can you call my parents? I forgot. Tell them there’s a message for them on my computer. Please tell them I’m all right. I’ll see them again soon.”
“Will do. How will you reach me when you need to leave?”
“I’ll probably go to Lost Lake and borrow somebody’s cell. My battery will be dead by then.”
“That’s not gonna work so well in the winter.”
“I’ll leave before the weather gets bad.” I hugged him. “Thanks so much for all your help. We never coulda done it without you.”
“I’m gonna catch a lot of shit for this, but it was the right thing to do. I’m looking forward to spending time with you and observing Leonard and Dale in their natural habitat.”
Leonard pointed at him. “You good. Good man.”
Dr. Haynes smiled. “I’ll be seeing you again, next time, under better circumstances. Take care, Porsche.”
“Can you take a picture of Leonard and me for my parents? That way they’ll know I’m all right.”
“Sure.” He held up his cell phone. “Say cheese.” I grabbed Leonard and smiled, while a flash went off. The ape was oblivious to what had just occurred. Connor glanced at his phone, murmuring, “This would be an Internet sensation.”
“Thanks again for everything.” I grabbed my backpack. “See ya later, Dr. Haynes.”
“Goodbye, Leonard. Goodbye, Dale.” He waved to us as we disappeared into the woods.
It would be a long trek until we stopped to rest, but before we got started, Leonard pulled me into his hairy arms, pressing his nose into my neck.
“My Porsche.”
“Oh, Leonard.” I tingled everywhere and my tummy fluttered.
He licked my face. “I miss my Porsche.”
“I missed you too.”
I wondered if Dale missed Shelly? He hadn’t said a word since his release. I decided to keep quiet about that for now. If he asked why she didn’t return, then I would tell him.
Chapter Seven
We made camp that night near a riverbed, which gurgled with running water. The apes bathed in the frigid temperatures, while fishing simultaneously and plucking out several large trout. Their appetites were immense, so food was always in abundance, and they seemed to be adept at acquiring it under any circumstance.
I sat by the fire, while the apes shook themselves dry and set about deboning the fish, preparing them for grilling. The crickets sang to me from the thicket, while the moon illuminated our little campsite. I felt entirely at home and safe. I was with fierce predators, possibly even more ferocious than the grizzly bear, which allowed me to relax in the natural environment.
I’d brought a thin blanket, which we used beneath us. We were without the comforts of a portable hut or soft animal pelts. Once we found the tribe, things would be better. I slept between Leonard and Dale, their fur keeping me warm, although the horny apes had other plans, as their cocks poked me on either side.
“Oh, Leonard.”
I grasped them both, marveling at their thickness, as the clear fluid of pre-cum dribbled over my closed fists. Pumping the shafts, I licked the tip of Leonard’s cock, producing a primal groan from him. My mouth closed around Dale’s, and his fingers tangled in my hair.
“Nice,” he rasped.
While I took turns sucking them each in turn, Leonard removed my shorts, exposing my creamy snatch to the elements. The night air held a slight chill, and I shivered from the cold and the heady burst of lust, that had me gasping. A firm finger dipped into my pussy, filling me completely.
“Oh, yes…”
I worked the cocks, sucking, licking, and nibbling on their engorged ends; all the while, Leonard’s talented finger drove into the folds of my pussy, teasing me with each glorious stroke.
“Ummm…ooommmm…” I moaned with my mouth full.
A cock was deep in my throat, gagging me, stretching me to the limit. When one wasn’t being sucked, it was fingered and massaged, the wetness of pre-release adding copious amounts of lubrication. I grasped them and held them together, trying to get both into my mouth and failing. The apes moaned from this treatment; their breathing had become raspy and tempered.
“Oh! Oh, my God!” The finger in my pussy had aroused me to such an extent that my body screamed for more, demanding monster satisfaction that only an ape cock could deliver. “Oh, God, fuck me, Leonard. Fuck me!” I got on my hands and knees and offered myself to him. He was behind me in a flash, his phallus stretching my pussy wide. “Oh, shit…yes!”
Dale sat before me with his dick in the air, which I ate, sucking on the tip as if he were a melting Popsicle. His hands drifted to my scalp. “Good. Good!”
Leonard gripped my hips, while he drove in deep, pushing against my cervix. I wanted to be fucked hard with his monster tool. “More! Do me more!”
He obliged by picking up the pace, but with care. Twelve inches was far too much to embed fully, and these apes knew it. He fucked me with the perfect pressure and speed, which only inflamed me more. The sensations built to such a degree that I gasped and choked around the cock in my mouth, knowing that I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Oh, God…ooohhhh…” I shuddered with the force of the orgasm, as it pounded my system with intense spasms of pleasure. Clamping the muscles in my pussy, I squeezed Leonard’s phallus, and he groaned.
“Good, Porsche. Good.” He drove himself in and out r
epeatedly, finding his own release moments later, groaning and filling me with a torrent of semen, which gushed down my inner thighs. “Gggrrroooaaarrrr…”
I sucked feverishly on Dale’s cock, fluid dripping from him, wetting my chin. His salty taste and musky smell lingered in the air. His breathing was low and labored, the tenor vibrating inside his hulky chest. “Good…good…”
I worked him aggressively, waiting for him to squirt and knowing it wouldn’t be long now. He pulled himself from my mouth just as a spray of milk burst out of his slit, splashing my face. I closed my eyes to protect them from the shower of cum that seemed to gush forever, wetting the blanket beneath us.
“Porsche! Good! Whooaarrrr…” The guttural sound of his climax shattered the quiet of the night, as it drifted into the distance.
After washing in the stream, I found myself cushioned between my ape lovers, their quiet snoring soothing me into a dreamless sleep. In the morning, they obtained fresh fish, and, after we ate, we headed deeper into the mountains. It would be late afternoon by the time we came upon another ape camp, although I didn’t recognize these five Sasquatches. They were a small band of renegades, and they were without a woman, which sent my pulses racing with naughty anticipation.
That night, by the fire, I became the focus of their attention, and I found myself naked on an animal pelt with pink, thrusting cocks all around me. My body was worshipped by these monsters, teased, thrilled, and brought to completion numerous times before the night was over. I sucked and fucked until my mouth ached and my pussy was sore. They took my bottom as well, plundering that orifice, until it stung from use, and I was sticky with cum. I’d never been so exhausted in my life, as I fell against Leonard and slept like a zombie until sunrise.
On the third day, we hiked into a valley, the mountains looming in the distance, with snowcapped peaks reflecting the sun’s glare. I felt invigorated and reborn in my new life, not regretting my decision in the least, knowing that I would see my parents again before winter. We stopped at a gurgling brook for lunch, and Leonard pulled me onto his lap, while Dale fished.
“I love my Porsche.”
I glanced into his glimmering black eyes. “I love you too.”
He patted my slightly protruding belly. “You have baby.”
I nodded.
He grinned, exposing lethal looking teeth. “Baby Leonard.”
“Yes.” He licked my cheek. “Stop that!”
His soft black mouth covered mine, and he kissed me. I gave into him, melting in the wonder that was our strange, yet powerful, love. With any luck, I would see Leslie later today and Bubba and the Bigfoot children, who were my second family now. I never thought I’d acclimate to being an outdoorswoman. I felt a thrill at having the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. Fresh air filled my lungs along with the scent of my Bigfoot, which was heady and pungent.
The ape’s cock suddenly sprung up beneath me, prodding my bottom. I sighed, “Oh, Leonard.”
“Ggrroooaarrrr…”
The End
A preview of Sexy In Stilettos by Virginia Wade
30,000 word erotic thriller
Jillian Bach’s personal life is a disaster. Five years after her husband’s untimely death, she finds herself in an affair with a married man aggressively pursued by her daughter’s eighteen-year-old boyfriend. But, nothing can prepare her for the mysterious stranger who is shadowing her every move, harassing her almost daily.
Someone want to love her…someone wants her dead. Who can Jillian trust?
Two hours later, after everyone had left, I heard the doorbell ring. The sound of running water alerted me to the fact that Anna was in the shower. She would be there for a long time, if history were any indication. I wrapped myself in a light robe and headed for the entryway.
Opening the door, I got a shock. Mr. Tall and Toned stood before me with his hands in his pockets and a silly grin on his face. His appreciative gaze passed over me, missing nothing.
“I think I left my phone here.”
“Did you now?” I seriously doubted that had been accidental.
“Uh…yeah. It must’ve dropped in the sofa or something.”
“I just bet it did.” I stood aside and let him in. He towered over me.
“Well, it was a pretty intense study session, Ms. Bach. Something like this was bound to happen.”
I giggled and shook my head. “Go find your phone, Mr. Delaney.”
“It’s just Brandon.”
His hair was slightly unkempt. Almond shaped eyes surrounded deep blue irises. The bone structure of his face was flawless with a straight nose and full lips. He was far too good-looking for his own good.
“I was sitting here.” He pointed to the leather sofa against the wall.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’d be careful. You never know what’s under there.”
He lifted the cushions. Bits of crackers, popcorn, and loose change were exposed. That was embarrassing. I really needed to vacuum.
“I’m not seeing it.”
“Maybe it fell underneath.”
He dropped to his knees and peeked under the sofa. “Nope.”
“Well, maybe it’s in your car or something.”
He glanced at me. “Where’s your phone? You could call me. That’d expose it.”
“I guess.” I headed for the bedroom and snatched it off the bedside table. When I came back, I handed it to him. “I don’t know your number.”
He grinned. “Thanks.” He pressed the buttons quickly and the sound of music suddenly filled the room. “Behind the sofa!” He handed me my phone and got on his knees. “Aha! Got it.” Getting to his feet, he said, “If you need a cleaning guy, I’d be more than happy to help. I’m a little busy during the week, but I could squeeze you in on the weekend.”
“That’s really sweet of you, but Anna and I manage just fine.”
“This sofa could use some vacuuming.”
“People don’t normally go snooping under the cushions.”
“I wasn’t snooping. I was retrieving my property.”
“Which you left here on purpose.”
He appeared taken aback. “No way. I’d never do that, Ms. Bach. Can I call you Jillian?”
I cocked my head and stared at him. “You have giant coconut balls, Brandon. I’ll give you that much.”
He leaned in. “They’re not that big, but…I’ll let you see them, and you can judge for yourself.”
I laughed. He was entirely too much fun. “Okay. You have your phone. It’s late.” I moved towards the entryway. “Out with you.”
We were standing before the wooden buffet. “I can see you’re a little shy, Jillian, but really, I’m a nice guy once you get to know me.”
“Look, I’m flattered by your interest, but there’s a bit of an age difference. I’m not really fond of prison. Orange looks like death on me.”
He grinned. “You’re in luck. I just turned eighteen.”
“All the more reason to say goodnight right now.”
“The first time you saw me you thought I was in college, didn’t you?”
I sure did. “Um…probably.”
“I’m heading there real quick. I’ll be registered before you know it. I’m just waiting for my ACT scores to come back.”
He would probably ace math. “Good for you.”
“Are you dating anyone?”
My hand was on the doorknob. “That’s none of your business.”
“Your daughter pretty much said you weren’t.”
“She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut,” I grumbled.
“My dad just got divorced from my stepmom. My mom’s in Alaska with her husband and my half-sister. I know all about fucked up families. It’s been my reality for a long time.”
This declaration astounded me. “We aren’t fucked up, Mr. Delaney. I don’t use that word unless I’m really angry. My husband passed away. I’d still be married if he…was here.”
He touched my shou
lder. “I’m sorry. I just assumed you were divorced.”
“Well, I’m not.” I sounded defensive. His hand felt warm and pleasing. I was beginning to tingle up and down my arm.
“Couldn’t we just hang out sometime?”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea.” For propriety’s sake, I stepped away from him.
“I’d really like to talk to you and get to know you better. I’ve seen you for months now. You make it hard to concentrate on working out. You’re a distraction.”
I was flustered and flattered all at the same time. “Anna says lots of girls throw themselves at you. I’m sure you can find one of them equally distracting.”
He neared. “None of them intrigue me like you do. Have you ever listened to teenage girls? It’s the most brain-numbing conversation ever.”
“You’ll find older girls at college.”
“I don’t plan that far ahead.”
He was getting far too close. I pulled open the door, but he closed it, and pushed me against it. I gasped, “Brandon!”
“I’ve a better idea. Let’s let our lips do the talking, and then maybe you’ll understand where I’m coming from.”
“You really have some nerv—”
His soft, persistent lips covered mine, silencing the protest. I didn’t want to encourage him, so I pushed against the steely wall of his chest, trying to dislodge him. He groaned and pressed into me. He must have showered after the gym, because he smelled of soap and shampoo. Even his breath smelled fresh. Charles’s breath was frequently fetid. I sometimes wondered if he needed to see a dentist.
Brandon’s hand drifted lower to my breast. He blazed a path of hot, wet kisses all over my neck. I combed my fingers through his hair, marveling at the softness of the strands. He skimmed my stomach, moving to my crotch, where he cupped my pussy and began to massage me over my underwear.
“Oh…”
I suddenly burned where he touched me, and as his hand slipped into my panties, I knew he could feel how wet I was. He stroked my slit, dipping into the silky folds and further. A finger drove into me, and I gasped.
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