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  “Grrroooaaarrr…” rasped Dale, who knelt before me, his face nearing my pussy. His tongue, which was shockingly long, felt slinky wet against me, yet slightly rough. It dipped into the swollen folds of my vagina.

  “Omigod!” Mike buried his face in my breasts, his beard scratchy. He latched onto a nipple, gulping noisily on the copious amounts of fluid I produced. Rusty’s cock pressed into my ass. “Oh, God…it’s so good.”

  Dale lifted my bottom, his tongue now prodding in an unmentionable place. The tight bands of my anus began to give, loosening from the intrusion. Rusty raised me slightly, grasping his cock and pressing the tip to my opening. I sat on him slowly, taking it deep in my ass.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Whhooaarrr…”

  Pain registered for a second, my anus being reamed by something significant. “Jesus Christ!”

  “Good ass, Porsche, good,” rasped Rusty.

  Dale’s tongue slid to my pussy, laving me deeply. I was overwhelmed with sensation, being pleasured on both ends. Mike stood on a rock, feeding me his penis. I sucked him, while my Sasquatch lover’s grunted and groaned, the forest filling with the sounds of wild, animalistic sex.

  “Oh, Dale. Oh…God…”

  He knelt before me, holding his cock, which I knew would be driven into my pussy. I could barely breathe with Mike’s phallus down my throat.

  “Porsche,” murmured Mike. “This is so dirty.”

  “These are my dirty boys.” I sounded breathless.

  Dale breached my honeyed walls, filling me completely. The pressure was intense, the result of having two monster cocks seeking pleasure inside of me. The four of us strained, moaned, and strived for orgasm, using each other without shame or modesty. I had grown accustomed to being doubly penetrated, living with these horny Bigfoots for as long as I had now. I knew they loved to take me at the same time, because it increased the friction, their cocks rubbing together through the thin membrane between my anus and vagina. These apes would probably fuck each other, if women weren’t around. They were always ready and eager to have sex.

  “Porsche,” roared Rusty. “Good ass!” His hands were on my hips, aiding me up and down. Dale thrust as far as he could, making it a tight fit.

  Trying not to leave Mike out, I sucked his penis; the taste of pre-cum was salty. He wasn’t as thick or as long as the Sasquatches, and working him didn’t exhaust me or stretch my jaw to its limits. I could eat him easily, the length sliding to the back of my throat.

  “Oh, Jesus,” he moaned, pulling himself free to squirt my face with creamy ropes of jizz. I closed my eyes, because several streams went wild, flying into my hair. “God…Porsche…” I nibbled on the dripping end, swallowing his cum. “That was so good, honey.”

  “Oh, God, fuck me, you dirty boys!”

  Rusty’s ragged breathing was a precursor to a volatile eruption, as a torrent of fluid gushed into my anal cavity. His face was in my neck, his breath harsh, and he shuddered, savoring the release.

  “Gggrroooaarrr…!”

  “Rusty, you bad boy.” Now that he was beginning to shrink, it left more room for Dale, who took the opportunity to thrust deeper. “Oh…God…”

  “Porsche,” he rasped. “Good, Porsche. Good.”

  Mike’s hand drifted to my tummy, his fingers finding my nub, which was ultra sensitive. “Oh, yeah! Touch me. Oh, God, you dirty apes. I’m so close.” The stimulation pushed me over the edge, the orgasm hitting me like the back end of a door. “Oh-shit-fuck!” I threw my head backward, knocking into Rusty’s thick skull. He grunted as a result. I saw stars behind my eyelids, either from the intensity of the climax or from smacking Rusty. “Ooohh…”

  Dale pulled himself free, aiming at my belly. “Whooaarrr…!” He proceeded to squirt milky fluid all over my tummy, breasts, and neck. I was sticky with cum from the top of my head to my thighs.

  “Oh, you nasty boys. I need another bath now.” I slid from Rusty’s lap and dunked under the water, scrubbing my hair. When I emerged, I found myself in Mike’s arms.

  “You’re a wild woman, Porsche.”

  “Now you know why I don’t want to leave my guys.”

  “They treat you like a queen.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yeah, they do.”

  “You’re awfully nice to them too.”

  “I am.”

  He sighed. “I’d take you home in a heartbeat.”

  “I can’t leave my son. I can’t leave my guys…and…I may be pregnant again.”

  His brows lifted. “Really?”

  “But it might not make it. I’ve had lots of miscarriages. Sasquatch pregnancies are difficult.”

  “Maybe this one will stick?”

  “Maybe.”

  He kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth, teasing and seductive. “Will they let me sleep with you?”

  “Probably not.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Let’s take baby steps. They shared me. That’s something.”

  “It is, but I’m greedy. I want so much more.”

  I was going to ignore that remark. “I hope they can fix Leonard.”

  “Help is on the way. He’ll be fine. They’ll make him good as new.”

  “I hope so.”

  Chapter Three

  The noise of a helicopter had me glancing upward. I sat by the fire the next morning, eager for help to arrive. I had slept with Rusty and Dale in a makeshift shelter. The scientists and Mike were in their own tents. Leonard was still unconscious, propped up against the rocks. Dr. Haynes and George had gone down to the valley to meet with a medical team who would take care of Leonard. From the sound of it, they had arrived.

  “How are you?”

  I glanced at Mike, thinking that he looked entirely too handsome this early in the morning. “All right.”

  “Doctors are coming.” He sat next to me, touching my knee. “I wish I was with you last night.”

  “Oh, Mike,” I sighed.

  “I wanna stay with you out here; I really wish I could.”

  I smiled sadly. “Poor Mike.”

  “But I gotta get back to rescuing hikers and arresting drug smugglers.” His eyes skimmed over my face. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

  “I’m not that special. I’m just a girl in the woods.”

  “These creatures worship you.”

  “They lust after me. There’s a difference.”

  He touched my face. “I lust after you.”

  “We’ll see each other again. You can leave messages with Dr. Haynes.” Dale growled, the sound low and threatening. “Are they coming?”

  The Sasquatch sniffed the air. “Men come.” His voice sounded gravelly.

  “Don’t hurt them. They’re doctors. They’re gonna help Leonard.”

  The hair stood up on his head. “Ggrrooaaarr…!”

  Rusty, who had been napping, sprang to his feet, confused and disheveled. His hands had curled into fists. “Whooarrrr…!”

  “Don’t hurt the nice men!” I stood. “They’re helping Leonard. They’ll make him better.”

  I saw George in the distance, followed by two men I didn’t recognize and a woman. Oh, shit! The Sasquatches perked up when they saw her, the tuft of fur on Dale’s head flattened instantly. So, we aren’t angry anymore, just lusty now, huh? Figures. Ugh.

  Dr. Haynes approached. “Boys, these are good men. They’re gonna fix Leonard. They’ll make his head better.” He pointed to his forehead. “He’s sick right now.”

  “I told them not to hurt the doctors.” The newcomers looked so clean and fresh. I caught a hint of cologne. I had on a pair of shorts with a t-shirt and sneakers. My clothing needed washing, but I would worry about my appearance later. I suddenly felt self-conscious. “Hi.”

  “You must be Porsche,” said a baldheaded man. He held out his hand. “I’m Dr. Johnson and this is Dr. Grey. This is Ashley Peterson. She’s a nurse.”

  I shook everyone’s hand. “
Hi. Nice to meet you.” They carried duffle bags and backpacks. “I hope you can help Leonard. There’s something wrong with him.”

  Dr. Johnson nodded. “I’m sure we can.” He glanced at the prone Bigfoot. “He’ll need an I.V., Ashley, and oxygen.”

  “Yes, Doctor.” She unzipped a backpack and pulled out a plastic bag filled with fluid. “I’ll hang it on the tree.”

  I stood aside, as the three of them hovered over Leonard, checking his vital signs. Dr. Johnson listened to his chest with a stethoscope, and Ashley inserted a needle in his hand.

  “He needs an antibiotic,” said Dr. Grey. If we can’t get the swelling to go down, we’re gonna have to shunt him.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “Drain the fluid from the brain.”

  “Oh.” The Sasquatches loitered, more interested in Ashley than what was happening to Leonard. He had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose and enormous blue ice packs around his head.

  “Come here,” said Mike. I sat on his lap, and his arms went around me. “It’s gonna be okay now, honey. They’re fixing him.”

  The doctors eyed the Sasquatches, clearly astonished that these creatures existed. The government wanted to keep this fact quiet, because the species was dangerously close to extinction. If word got out that they were real, adventure seekers and the curious would descend upon the Cascades, threatening their already precarious way of life.

  “This isn’t good.” Dr. Johnson glanced at his watch. “If the intracranial pressure doesn’t improve within the next hour, we’re gonna have to open him up. Let’s cross our fingers.”

  “You did good to elevate him,” said Ashley.

  “It was Dr. Haynes’ idea. I don’t know anything about medical stuff.” Rusty’s nostrils flared, and his dark eyes glinted with interest. “Oh, brother.”

  “What’s going on?” whispered Mike.

  “These freaking horndogs. They’re lusting after the woman.”

  “Maybe she’ll join us in the hot spring tonight?”

  “Ouf!” I hit his arm. “That’s so bad. You’re turning into one of them. That didn’t take long.”

  He grinned. “I guess I’m easily corrupted. I’m hoping she’ll entertain the hard-on brothers, so I can take advantage of you.”

  “Shush.”

  “I’m just happy you’re sitting with me right now. I’ll take anything I can get.”

  I leaned into him, relaxing. I could stop worrying, because Leonard was in good hands. “Yeah.”

  “Your ape will be fine. These guys know what they’re doing.”

  “Anything can happen out here. It’s dangerous.”

  “No shit. That’s why you should go home, Porsche. You’re at risk with the animals and the elements.”

  “They aren’t animals. They have a lot of human DNA. They can think and reason and problem-solve. They talk. They cook their food. They aren’t animals.”

  “Okay. Sorry.”

  “He should be good, for now,” said Ashley. “He’s stabilized. His blood pressure’s going down.”

  “Pupils are still dilated…a lot. He’s not out of the woods by any means,” said Dr. Grey. “They sure are magnificent creatures. Their endocranial volume is impressive. It’s far greater than apes.”

  “This would be a good time to do some measurements and collect samples,” said Dr. Johnson. “He may not be sedated for long.”

  Ashley smiled. “So you’re the girl who lives with the Bigfoots.”

  “I’m not the only one.”

  “I’ve heard a little about your story. You gave birth to one of them. That’s remarkable.”

  “Or foolish,” murmured Mike.

  I nudged him with an elbow. “Don’t mind him. He’s just being obnoxious. I have a son. His name is Lendal.”

  “I wish I could meet him.”

  “He’s being watched over by the tribe.”

  “I bet he’s a cutie.”

  “He is. He’s like a miniature version of these guys.” My breasts hardened just thinking about Lendal, the pressure reaching a tipping point.

  Ashley was a pretty brunette with long hair in a ponytail. Rusty stared at her with his tongue hanging out. I wanted to slap him for being so ridiculous, but it would do little good.

  “You pretty,” rasped Dale.

  I glared at him. Here were my boys flirting with an outsider. The nerve!

  “Looks like you aren’t the only lollipop in the candy store anymore,” whispered Mike.

  “Oh, shut up.” I sounded grumpy.

  “Well, aren’t you adorable?” Ashley’s smile was even brighter now. “What’s your name?”

  “Dale.”

  “It’s good to meet you, Dale.” She held out her hand. Dale, being the horny and overly inquisitive ape that he was, grabbed her wrist and dragged her to him, pressing his nose into her neck.

  “Omigod!” Ashley looked stunned.

  “Whhooaarrr…!”

  This had the undivided attention of the scientists and the doctors, who glanced over in alarm. After the initial shock of being mauled by a Sasquatch, Ashley took it all in stride, letting Dale paw her, his arm going over her back, bringing her even closer. Her eyes had flown wide with surprise, her posture stiff, yet there was something giving in her movements. To compound matters, his cock had sprung out, shockingly pink and dripping with pre-cum.

  “Dale! Let Ashley go, right this minute!” I got to my feet, Mike one step behind me. “You be nice to our guests. Let her go!”

  “Oh, my goodness,” said Ashley breathlessly. “They sure are friendly.”

  I snorted. “That’s one way of putting it.”

  Dale let go of Ashley and stood, standing with his legs apart and his arms by his sides. Twelve-inches of thick, jutting Bigfoot cock thrust out, the end dripping with a clear-like fluid. He was fully aroused and more than ready to drag Ashley into the forest for a lusty romp. Rusty sat on the ground panting, his tongue hanging limply out of the corner of his mouth. His expression was almost comical. His eyes darted between Dale and Ashley, waiting for any signal that would indicate a threesome. The tip of his penis poked out from tufts of matted fur.

  I touched her arm. “It’s okay. These guys have sex on the brain. They don’t see a lot of women around here.”

  “I can tell. My goodness.” Her attention drifted to Dale’s protruding penis. “Oh, my…goodness.” She shook her head. “Um…you’re a lucky girl.”

  That was embarrassing! “I...guess. Thanks.”

  She couldn’t seem to stop staring at Dale’s impressive anatomy. “Oh…my.”

  “Let’s set up the tents,” said Dr. Johnson. “The patient is stable.”

  “This sure is pretty country,” said Dr. Grey, glancing around.

  “You can put your tents next to ours,” said George.

  Dr. Haynes wiped the back of his neck with a bandana. “Humid as hell today. I’ll get more firewood.”

  After the camp had been set up and wood was gathered, the Sasquatches went to the river to catch bull trout and steelhead salmon. Mike helped me pick berries, and I found some Indian thistle, which was edible. I made campfire biscuits, and, when we finally settled down to eat, we were a companionable group, with the apes loitering near Ashley. Leonard was given nourishment through a feeding tube. The swelling in his brain had reduced, but he would have to be sedated another night and carefully monitored.

  “Come sit here,” said Mike. He patted his knee.

  Dale and Rusty were salivating over Ashley, and they hardly paid me any attention, which was slightly annoying. “I’m pooped.” I sat in his lap, his arms going around me.

  George eyed us. “Looks like you two hit it off pretty good.”

  I shrugged. “I guess.”

  He smiled, his expression amused. “Mike’s a good guy, Porsche.”

  “Thanks, man,” he said dryly.

  George shook his head, grinning. “Nothin’ surprises me out here anymore.”

&n
bsp; I glared at Dale, who only had eyes for Ashley, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. She strutted back and forth, adding branches to the fire, picking up wooden bowls, and making sure the doctors had water. I didn’t want to be jealous of her, but…she wore makeup, and her hair was highlighted. Her fingernails were manicured, and she smelled nice, while I was hairy, stinky, and needed a haircut badly.

  Mike’s mouth was near my ear. “I like you, Porsche.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “You don’t have to sound so put out.”

  “I’m just…tired. I want Leonard to get better. I want these people to go away.” It occurred to me in that moment that I preferred my own tribe to humans. I missed my son, and I wanted my lover back.

  “Leonard’s gonna be fine. He’s on the mend. This might be our last night together. It looks like the guys are hot for Ashley.”

  I turned to meet his gaze. “I know what you’re doing, and it won’t work. I’m not leaving. I don’t care how damn cute you are or how…sexy and stuff. I’m not leaving.” He smiled, and my tummy tingled. “Don’t look at me like that.”

  He grinned. “I’m not asking you to leave. I just want one night with you. One night.”

  I stared at him, knowing that I was in trouble. Something had happened to me over the last couple of days, and it was the worst thing ever. I was falling in love with Mike, and I hated myself for feeling like this.

  The only thing I said was, “Oh, shit.”

  Chapter Four

  After dinner, the four of us wandered down to the hot spring, and with each step, I tingled, knowing what would happen once we arrived. Whether Ashley was cognizant of this was another question. I hadn’t been able to talk to her, to warn her about the Sasquatches. She seemed to enjoy the attention. If her bright smile was any indication, she was happy to flirt with Dale, the lusty brute grabbing her and nuzzling her neck periodically.

  “You behave yourself, you naughty boy,” she admonished unconvincingly.

  “I like you,” he rasped. “Dale like.”

  Not to be outdone, Rusty followed behind them with an eager expression, his gait bouncy and light, with arms swinging at his sides. He was the young buck, a newly minted lover, who had only recently lost his virginity.