Mike glanced at me, raising his eyebrows. “I think we’re in for a fun night.”
“Good God,” I muttered.
My breasts had been leaking, the pressure was too much, and a wet patch began to expand over each nipple. It was a relief when we reached the hot spring and began to undress. The sulfur gasses released a slightly rotten egg smell.
Mike pulled me to him. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair. “You have to suck me.”
“Honey, I’d love to.”
I giggled, “It’s a necessity, not a sex act. My boobs hurt.”
The sound of splashing had my attention. Dale and Rusty were in the water, eyeballing Ashley, who had begun to remove her clothing. She seemed keen to join the Sasquatches for a swim. A ring flashed on her finger, and I realized she might be married. I guess what happens in the forest, stays in the forest.
Mike sat on a rock with my breasts in his face. A nipple was in his mouth, being suckled gently. Milk flowed freely, and it was relaxing. I leaned into him, enjoying the feel of his toned and hard body. While he sucked, his hand drifted to my pussy, where he rubbed my clit, leaving me trembling with sensation. I was surprisingly wet tonight and receptive to his touch. His finger might not have been as thick as a Bigfoot’s, but his skill certainly wasn’t lacking.
“Oh, Mike.”
“Now I see why you stay out here,” said Ashley. She had waded into the center; the water was to her chin. “They are…interesting.” Dale grabbed her. “Oh, my God!”
I was lost in Mike’s touch, hardly listening to her. The manipulation of my nipple and the finger in my pussy had sent me over the edge. The orgasm hit with such intensity I flung my head back and screamed. Milk sprayed wildly, wetting his face and shirt. I hoped it continued, because then I could get through the night without being uncomfortable and hard.
“I think you liked that.” His smile was so endearing, light glimmering in his eyes. He sucked his finger into his mouth. “Yum. Tastes like you.”
“That was nice.” I glanced at the water and gasped.
Dale and Rusty had formed a circle around Ashley. Dale kissed her, while Rusty nibbled her neck. The sight of a woman crushed between two eight-foot walking carpets was shocking. The nurse hadn’t uttered a word of protest. She seemed to be a more than willing participant in this Sasquatch seduction. If you give these boys an inch, they’ll take the whole damn mile.
Mike kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I loved the way he kissed, just the right amount of give and take and minimal wetness. I leaned into him, savoring the way he tasted.
“Oh, my!”
This brought my attention back to the water. Dale had lifted Ashley out, bringing her to the rocky edge. His cock was fully erect and dripping. “Gggrrooaaarrr…”
“Oh, my gosh!”
“She doesn’t know what she’s in for.”
“I don’t think she minds.”
“No, she doesn’t,” I laughed. “She’s married, isn’t she?”
“Probably.”
“Oh.”
“Eh, it doesn’t count. They’re not human.”
“They’re half human.”
“Whatever.” He kissed my neck, his hand cupping my breast. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re sweet.”
“I want you tonight. I want you in my tent.”
“Yeah.”
“I’d like you forever, but…you’re stubborn.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
I felt far too relaxed and happy, considering Leonard’s health issues. I should be by his side, holding his hand, yet here I was indulging in the tribe’s favorite activity. Ashley sat on a rock, while Dale dove between her pale thighs, his lengthy tongue sliding into her pussy. She shone with moisture, her skin glistening with water. The sun had been down for about an hour, and it wasn’t quite dark yet.
“Oh, yes…”
Rusty, who could not contain his enthusiasm, held his cock, rubbing the bulbous end and staring intently at Ashley. He pushed himself against her face, wetting her with pre-cum. “Suck me,” he rasped. “Suck, Rusty.” He wasn’t waiting for a response, shoving himself into her mouth.
“Ommmommm…”
The size of the Sasquatch anatomy wasn’t trifling. It made my jaw ache to work them. As Ashley struggled to suck Rusty, Dale speared her slit, filling her pussy with heated goodness. Mike’s cock pressed into my bottom. I’d begun tingling everywhere in anticipation of another orgasm. I slid from his lap and undid the buttons on his shorts.
“You should probably take these off.” I pulled on the material.
He grinned. “That’s a great idea.” He shoved the pants down his thighs. A yummy looking penis jutted from a thatch of dark hair. He smelled musky, and, as I wrapped my lips around him, he tasted deliciously salty. “Oh, God, baby, that’s so good,” he groaned.
“Oh! Oh my!” Rusty now sat on the rock with Ashley in his lap, his cock deep in her pussy. “Oh, Jesus! They’re so big!” she gasped. He held her waist, lifting her up and down on him. After several strokes, he raised her for Dale, who knelt before them, laving her pussy. He lowered, eating her ass. “You dirty, boys! I can’t believe these apes!”
I watched out of the corner of my eye, while sucking diligently. It was slightly amusing, seeing her reaction to the Bigfoots. They weren’t slouches when it came to sex, going the extra mile to find and give pleasure. Dale reamed her bottom, preparing her for penetration. No sooner had his tongue slipped free, then Rusty’s cock pushed into the tight bands.
“Oh, my God…you can’t! You can’t seriously be thinking about—oh! Shit!” The first time Leonard had taken my ass, it had been painfully stimulating. “You perverted apes! Oh, ouch!”
Mike’s fingers threaded through my hair. “I’m gonna cum, Porsche.”
“Wait! Fuck me from behind.” I leaned over a rock. “Quick! Take me. We’ll cum together.”
He was behind me in a flash, driving into my wetness with one fluid thrust. “Oh, honey…”
“Oh-Oh-God! You filthy apes.” Ashley rode Rusty’s cock, the length buried in her bottom. Dale held her legs before him, while prodding her pussy, seeking entrance. “Never in my life! Oh-SHIT!”
I was gone. Mike hammered me, slapping his balls against my pussy. Watching Ashley with Rusty and Dale sent tingling pulses through me, centering in my cunt. I wanted to hold off the orgasm, but I couldn’t. “Mike! Omigod!” I shuddered, clenching around him, while he drove inward, stiffening.
“Porsche!”
My pussy flooded with fluid that dribbled down my inner thighs. He worked back and forth, enjoying every last second of rapture. I rode out the sensations, while the convulsions dwindled.
“Whhooaarrr…!” Rusty looked pained, the tightness of her virgin bum was nearly too much for the young Sasquatch. He lifted her up and down, his monster cock driving in completely. “Good! Good!”
Not to be outdone, Dale thrust aggressively, his rod finding the tight sheath the perfect fit. The apes moaned and rasped, working themselves into a lustful frenzy. Ashley had closed her eyes, her smallish breasts jiggled with the movements of her hips. Was she enjoying this?
“Oh! OH! It’s soooo good.” There was the answer to my question. “You dirty apes. How can you be so perverted?”
Rusty roared, the sound resounding far and wide. “Good! Good ass!” He thrust upwards, stiffening, and a deluge of cream poured out of her bottom.
“Oh, God, you…I can’t believe this!”
Rusty remained lodged, but he was softening slowly. Dale plunged deep, his thrusts aggressive and purposeful. Ashley seemed enthralled by her Sasquatch lovers, who worked her remorselessly, waiting for her to crest the peak of bliss. The trio had our undivided attention, as they labored in unison.
“OH! OH-MY-FUCKING GOD!” Ashley screamed, shuddering over Rusty. “Oh, wow!” Dale pulled himself from her, spraying her with cop
ious amounts of jizz. She seemed stunned by the sheer volume of spunk, portions of which pooled in the indentation of her belly button. “These beasts! Oh, wow. Jesus.”
Mike and I slipped into the water. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That was fun.”
“I really like you, Porsche.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I wish I could take you home.”
“You said you were never there. You’re always working. I don’t want to be alone.”
“I wanna know you’re safe. You’re not safe out here.”
“I’m fine.”
“No.”
“My guys look after me.”
“They’re dangerous, Porsche. These creatures are more animal than human. I worry about you.”
“Don’t. I’m fine.”
“You’ll get tired of it. You’ll want a real bed and TV and restaurants. When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”
I didn’t want him promising me the moon and stars. “Shush. Don’t ruin it.” I kissed his cheek. “I was having a good night.”
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“Oh, Mike.” I kissed him, tingling from my head to my toes. His lips found my neck, nibbling gently. “I wish I never met you.”
“Too bad.” Our lips met, igniting an incredible kiss.
After we had washed off, we wandered back to camp, the darkness of the forest surrounding us. Dr. Johnson hovered over Leonard, checking his vital signs. He had a stethoscope pressed to his chest.
“How is he?” I asked.
“The swelling’s gone down a lot. The antibiotics are helping.”
Oh, my God. Thank God. “When will he be awake?”
“We’re gonna sedate him through the night. We’ll see how he does in the morning.”
Dr. Grey approached with a fresh icepack. “Let’s get this on.”
Ashley appeared. “I’ll check the oxygen tank. It might be running low.”
George and Dr. Haynes were on portable chairs, in conversation. They held tin cups filled with tea and coffee, which they had brought with them.
Mike took my hand. “You’re with me tonight.”
“Um, the Sasquatches will get mad.”
“Fuck ‘em. They’ve got Ashley. You’re mine.” The possessive tone in his voice was slightly worrying, but I couldn’t help feeling flattered.
He led me to his tent, which held a small sleeping bag. The animal pelts would be more comfortable. I sat and took off my clothes, whipping the t-shirt over my head. I kicked off my shorts and panties. Dale and Rusty hadn’t noticed my sleeping arrangements, because they were too enthralled with Ashley. They were waiting for her to finish administering to Leonard, so they could drag her to their shelter, no doubt. I snuggled into Mike, whose arms went around me.
“Don’t get used to this, buddy. My husband will be better tomorrow.”
“Husband?”
“I’m as good as married to him.”
He sighed. “That’s just nuts.”
“I miss my boy.”
“He belongs out here with his daddy, but you don’t.”
“I’m not arguing about this. You can’t come into my world, my life, and tell me what to do.”
“If that ape’s psycho, I’m taking you with me. I’m not leaving you out here.”
“Nope. Not gonna happen.”
“We’ll see.”
“Yep. We will.”
He kissed my forehead. “I really like you, Porsche.”
“Shush.”
Chapter Five
I woke several times during the night, hearing the doctors with Leonard. They continued to ice him, and, by the time the first noisy birdcalls shattered the quiet, I was anxious to see if there had been any improvement. My sleeping partner, however, had other ideas. His hand was on my hip, his cock pressing against my bottom.
“Mike,” I protested.
Soft, wet lips were on my neck. “Baby.”
From Rusty and Dale’s shelter came the unmistakable groans of two Sasquatches engaging in sex. They had fucked Ashley late last night; her screams of climax were surprisingly loud. Typical. It was upsetting knowing how easily I had been replaced. Where’s the loyalty, guys? You really are shameless horndogs.
Mike slid into me from behind, thrusting aggressively. He was raring to go this morning, lustier than a pirate on furlough, and my body tingled and throbbed in response.
“Oh, God,” he gasped. “It’s so good.”
“Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me.” My hand slid to my pussy, where I rubbed my clit. “Harder! Do it harder.”
His cock wasn’t as long or as thick as Leonard’s, but it filled me perfectly, massaging my silky walls and teasing me with the promise of earth-shattering bliss. The lump of my clit was wet with my own juices.
“Mike!”
“God, I’m so close. You have to cum with me.”
“Ooohhh…”
“Grrrooaarrr…!”
It was embarrassing, that everyone but the doctors and the scientists were engaged in sex. They could hear every groan, every utterance, especially the apes, who rasped noisily, the sounds increasing in intensity. The object in my pussy drove deep, hitting something pleasurable, over and over. I moaned into the sleeping bag, as my body shuddered, the pleasure sweeping against me in waves.
“Mike!”
“Yeah, Porsche! Yeah!” He buried himself to the hilt and stiffened, jetting cream into my womb. Collapsing on my back, his breathing was ragged in my ear. “I love you, Porsche.”
I bristled. “Don’t say that.”
“If I don’t say it now, I might not have another chance.” He fell to the sleeping bag and drew me near. “Don’t leave the tent. Don’t leave me.”
“You gotta stop this.” His bleary-eyed stare was earnest, and his hair was a mess. “You’re a really sweet guy, but…I’m not leaving Leonard.”
“I’ll be back, Porsche.”
“I hope so.” I’d surprised myself with those words. “I mean…it’d be nice to see you again.”
“Don’t you like me even a little?” I nodded. “Do you love me a little?”
I swallowed. “I like you…a lot.”
“If I didn’t have to compete with him, would it be different?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything about you. You might not even listen to the same music as I do. You probably leave the toilet seat up or you’re a slob. We don’t know if we’d even get along in the real world. Everything is different out here.”
He stared at me. “It sucks that I met the right woman, at the totally wrong time.”
I moved hair out of his eyes. “You’re super cute.”
His look smoldered. “Kiss me.”
“I have to check on Leonard.”
He pointed to his mouth. “Kiss me first.”
I gave in and kissed him, his tongue slipping past my lips. His arms went around me, and the embrace became all-consuming, making me forget about the world and my worries. The sounds of talking brought me back. I pushed him away gently.
“I gotta pee.”
“That’s romantic.”
I giggled, “It’s urgent.” I pulled up my shorts. “I hope he’s better.”
“You need to prepare yourself. He could have brain damage. He might be fucked up forever.”
“I don’t think that way.” I tossed a t-shirt over my head and slid into sneakers. “A little bump on the head isn’t going to hurt them. They’re tough as hell. He’ll rebound.” This declaration turned the corners of his mouth down. I wouldn’t let his unhappiness derail me. “Don’t look like that, Mr. Tancardie. You’re pouting like a little boy.”
“Don’t leave this tent.” He grabbed me. “Just stay.”
I pushed him. “No. There’s things I gotta do.” I unzipped the material and stepped out, the sunshine nearly blinding me. The doctors were around Leonard. The I.V. had been removed, and the oxygen mask was off. The Sasquatch began to stir, his eyelids lift
ing and closing. “Is he awake?” I approached cautiously, noting that George and Dr. Haynes held tasers. “What’s happening?” Mike came up behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“The sedative’s wearing off,” said Dr. Grey. “We should tie his hands as a precaution. He might be violent.”
“I’ll get the rope,” said Mike.
Leonard’s wrists were bound a moment later. His eyes were open, but his stare was unfocused. I waited anxiously, while the fire was made and fish were caught, the smell of breakfast lingering in the air. It seemed like hours before he began to move.
“Leonard?”
“He’s a big guy,” murmured Ashley.
“Yeah.”
“I wish I could see your little boy. I bet he’s so cute.”
“He is. I wanna go home bad.”
“I can see why you’re out here. I’d…it’d be fun…to be stranded in the woods. Those Bigfoots are…er…well, they’re really fun.”
I glanced at her. “Sounds like you had a good time.”
She looked sheepish. “Probably too good. I’m not telling my husband about this. He wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
“The government will make sure you don’t talk about it. They don’t want people knowing. These woods would be filled with Bigfoot hunters and crazy people.”
“I’m not saying anything. I’m here to treat stranded hikers.”
“Grrooaarr…” He sounded weak.
“Leonard?” His eyes were focused now. “Are you better? It’s me, Porsche.”
Dr. Johnson came up behind us. “He’s lucid.”
His tongue fell out of his mouth. “Me thirsty. Need water.”
“Oh, thank God.” He’d remembered English! This was a good sign. “Do you know who I am?”
He lifted his hand, only to realize that they were tied together. “What’s this rope?” His tone was low and raspy.
“You were violent. You hurt Rusty and Dale.”
The Sasquatches in question appeared somewhat hesitantly, fear flashing in their eyes. Leonard had beaten them, and it was obvious that they weren’t relishing another attack. Dale gestured and spoke in their native language. I understood it fully. He had said, “Do you remember me, brother? Do you remember Rusty? What about Porsche?”
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