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  Leonard grunted in response.

  Palmer stood, scraping the legs of his chair over the wooden floor. “I’ll go see to the barn. You’ll be able to sleep there tonight. How long you plan on stayin’?”

  “Some days,” answered Dale. “Not safe now.”

  “I imagine.” His curious stare landed on me. “Are your girls willin’? They seem tame. Do I gotta worry about tying ‘em up somewhere?”

  “No, Porsche mine. She good girl.”

  “Is that right?” Palmer leered at me. “You like them ape cocks, don’t you? I’ve heard a thing or two about that. My mother seemed to…enjoy making those babies. Daddy let her go off with the Ts’emekwes once or twice a year. She never had any complaints about it either. These boys know how to treat their women.”

  This was mortifying. I could feel my cheeks flaming.

  “Yeah, I just bet you like having those cocks in you, making you feel real good, don’t you? Maybe if I’m lucky tonight, I’ll get to watch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good ape fuckin’.”

  Chapter Five

  After dinner, Leonard and I went into the woods to take care of business, relieving ourselves in privacy. On the way back to the cabin, he took my arm.

  “No, Porsche.”

  “What?”

  “I show you something.”

  We wandered through the darkening forest, the sun having set over the mountain. The coolness of the evening was refreshing; it was a relief from sweating most of the day. I had no idea how the apes managed to keep themselves from overheating with the thick layer of fur covering their bodies.

  He brought me to a water feature hidden behind enormous boulders. A slightly pungent smell emerged, reeking of sulfur. Leonard stepped down into the small pool, reaching out his arms to me. I lifted the dress over my head and tossed it aside. My damp sneakers remained behind as well.

  “I could use another bath.” I still felt grimy, even though we had bathed at the spring. My foot encountered warm water. “Oh, this is nice.” I stepped in, nearly slipping on a rock. Leonard caught me, his tongue flicking out, wetting my cheek. “Stop that!”

  We fell into the water; it’s soothing properties affecting me instantly. I sighed with bliss. Leonard held me to him, and we floated for long minutes with the sounds of crickets resonating from the thicket around us. I relaxed against his chest and stared up at the stars twinkling like diamonds.

  His hands weren’t idle, and they caressed my breasts, my nipples squeezed gently between large fingers. My personal exam continued lower, as he moved over my tummy and descended between my legs.

  “Oh, Leonard.”

  “Pretty pussy, Porsche,” he purred in my ear.

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  A long finger drove into the silky confines of my cunt, opening me up. He slid inside, reaming me gently.

  “Ooohh…”

  “Nice, Porsche. Nice.”

  I turned in his arms, staring into his inky eyes. “You’re a naughty ape.” I hated the rush of tenderness I felt for him. We were hardly able to communicate, and he wasn’t even human! I was feeling far too attached to this prehistoric creature of the woods, which both puzzled and worried me. Maybe this was some sort of Bigfoot brainwashing technique? Whatever it was, I was in a lot of trouble.

  He smiled, revealing sharp teeth. His lips were black and soft, just as soft as the pads of his fingers. I kissed him, enjoying the sensation of his lengthy and talented tongue entering me. He growled deep in his chest, and I felt his cock pressing against my bottom, twitching demandingly.

  “Oh, Leonard,” I sighed.

  “My Porsche.”

  After we’d bathed, we made our way back to the cabin under the direction of the moon, which partially illuminated the path. The barn was lit up from within, and I detected the sounds of Shelly crying out. I felt a moment of fear, worrying that they were harming her, but as we drew near, it was the sound of female pleasure that suddenly made my pussy clench. Per usual, we were going to spend another sultry night with our apes doing things that were so shockingly dirty, my mother would disown me if she knew.

  The scene in the barn was suitably outrageous, yet predictable. Our host, Palmer, was seated on a wooden crate. He’d opened his pants, revealing his cock, which he was tugging on, while watching Dale take Shelly from behind. The large ape drove deep into her pussy, his balls slapping against her loudly. The lighting was dim, yet sufficient enough to discern things clearly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Seeing a thin, pale woman being taken by an eight foot Sasquatch wasn’t for the squeamish. It was a bit like a Planet of the Apes freak show, to be honest. I knew that she’d been prepared for intercourse, because she wasn’t in pain. On the contrary, Shelly was gasping, moaning, and thrusting her ass up to take Dale’s cock in deeper. Her rounded bottom was sweetly contoured, with seductive feminine lines and firm, smooth skin. Dale’s fingers dug into her hips as he drove himself forward.

  “Good! Grrroooaaarrr…”

  “Yeah, it is. You fuck that little girl, Dale. You got her good now.”

  The fact that we had a voyeur was unfortunate. I hated knowing that this grizzly, uncouth mountain man was watching, enjoying the show. I certainly preferred the company of the apes to these sorts of people. I wished Leonard would make him go away, but it seemed unlikely.

  “Well, look who’s back to join in the fun.” He grinned, flashing his rotting teeth.

  I ignored him and glanced at Shelly. She had a pussy full of ape cock sliding in and out, but not embedding entirely because it was just too long. Twelve inches was far too much for a normal vagina to accommodate.

  She glanced at me. “Porsche,” she gasped. “Oh, my God.”

  “Yeah, that girl likes that big cock, don’t she?” Palmer manipulated his phallus, his eyes bulging with eagerness. “It’d be better if that girl got fucked by more than one. You go join ‘em, Leonard. There’s room for more.”

  I gave him a dirty look.

  He laughed. “Honey, my daddy used to watch my mom with ‘em apes. Yeah, they’d be in the barn for hours goin’ at it.”

  Ugh.

  Leonard wasn’t unfazed by what was happening. His penis had already been aroused from our kisses in the hot spring, jutting out from the tufts of fur. It looked even harder now, twitching and dripping with pre-cum.

  “Oh! Oh-my-fucking-God!” cried Shelly. “Do me more!”

  “They turn into whores when they get a taste of Sasquatch cock. No doubt about it.”

  I wished he would shut up.

  Leonard growled, low and primal, sending a chill down my spine. The effect left me tingling in my pussy, a rush of heat pooling there. He took my hand and led me to the fur where Dale was fucking Shelly, the heady aroma of sex lingering in the air, teasing my senses.

  “I can’t last much longer! Ooohh…Dale…fuck me!”

  Palmer continued to tug on his cock, his attention fully focused on Shelly. I tried my best to ignore him, as Leonard’s cock poised before my mouth, angry and dripping. Getting on my knees, I grasped the lengthy instrument, marveling at its spongy softness. I’d only ever felt pleasure from having him inside of me. Meeting my ape’s gaze, he smiled.

  “Nice, Porsche. Nice. You make Leonard happy.”

  I closed my mouth around the bulbous head and suckled, eliciting a groan from him that resonated in the barn. I nibbled on the edges gently, tasting the salty release of his juices. The slit in the center oozed fluid; so much so, a tiny river ran down his veined shaft and dripped to the pelt beneath us.

  “Fuck! Oh-my-God! Oooohhh…shit…yeah…ooohhh…”

  Shelly’s moans of pleasure prompted me to suck Leonard harder. His fingers tangled in my blonde hair, the messy strands falling down my back. I still had my dress on, until Leonard pulled it off me, exposing my body to the eager eyes of the uncouth mountain man.

  “That there is one pretty girl. You lucky bastard. Look at those titties. Them nipples lo
ok like pink candy.”

  Ignoring him, I licked the length of Leonard’s shaft, my tongue laving over the veins filling with blood, pulsing under the thin skin. His balls were hairless and hanging, the heavy sacs soft to the touch. This was where the sperm was held that would spray like an out of control garden hose. Leonard manipulated himself, while I licked and sucked on his balls. They were so big; I struggled to get them in my mouth.

  “Good, Porsche. Good.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Shelly. She was gasping and moaning, sounding like an animal in pain. “Oh, shit! Oh-fucking-shit-God-damn!” Dropping her head, a cascade of brown hair fell to the fur. “It’s so good!” She stiffened in the throes of ecstasy, her body trembling from the orgasm. “Oooohh…”

  “Grrroooaaarrrr!” roared Dale.

  He let her ride out her pleasure, stroking the insides of her pussy with his pink, hard meat. He didn’t seem to be near completion, which was alarming. Who would be responsible for finishing him off? The last time, I nearly drowned on ape cum.

  “Oh, God…” Shelly collapsed on the fur, utterly spent. “Jesus.”

  Leonard tugged his balls out of my grasp. “You on me, Porsche.” He lay down and held his penis, the head dripping with wetness. “Be good girl.”

  I glanced warily at Dale, knowing he was fully loaded, filled to the brim with semen, fearing I would have to swallow it again. I straddled Leonard, my snatch creamy with moisture, and the lips of my labia hanging loose. His cock slid in with one long push, which had me gasping, it felt so good.

  “Oh, Leonard!”

  “Look at ‘em horny girls.”

  I rode Leonard, enjoying the feel of him inside of me. We quickly established a rhythm, our bodies moving in unison. He knew exactly how hard to push and when to stop. He could have easily hurt me with the length of his magnificent organ, but he held back. Dale’s cock appeared before my mouth, dripping like a leaky faucet. I opened to take him, and he groaned.

  “Good, Porsche.”

  “I’ll help,” Shelly murmured. She had pieces of straw in her hair. “You shouldn’t have to work these two by yourself.”

  “Yeah, look at you, dirty girls. Fuckin’ ‘em apes.”

  “You can shut up anytime, Palmer,” she muttered.

  “Aw, come on, girls. You know you like that ape cock. They always like them apes.”

  God, he was annoying.

  I gagged on the length of Dale’s penis, until Shelly took hold of the wet, sticky length of him. Together we sucked, while I rode Leonard, his tool embedded deeply. I felt my pussy, and my clit was huge. The sensation alone had me contracting my muscles, squeezing Leonard pleasurably. He groaned. As a reflex, I continued to squeeze, not being able to stop it and not really wanting to.

  “Porsche!” He drilled me harshly, yet with care, filling me to my cervix. “Good! Good!”

  Palmer had approached, shuffling his feet with his trousers around his ankles. I was in such a state of aggravated lust; I didn’t care. His cock seemed tiny in comparison to the Bigfoot’s ample tools. His bleary eyes took us in, missing nothing. Shelly continued to suck on Dale, while my ape hammered me from below, groaning with each thrust. I knew he was close; I could feel it.

  “Porsche!” He shuddered and lodged to the hilt, a deluge of cum pouring out of my pussy, running down my inner thighs. “Good! So good, Porsche!”

  “You pleased him nice, girl. That tight pussy of yours sure done the trick.”

  My mouth was full of Dale’s cock, the head butting up against the back of my throat. I felt wetness on my shoulder, realizing that Palmer had squirted his seed all over me.

  “That’s it. That’s the ticket. That dirty whore can wear my spunk. Ooohh…yeah…”

  Leonard was still shockingly hard inside of me. I rode him aggressively, straight into the arms of a massive orgasm that had me screaming. The intensity of the pleasure was a surprise, sending my pussy into convulsions of bliss, my muscles clamping around him with each contraction. I dug my fingertips into his hairy belly.

  “Oh, God! Oh, my fucking God!”

  “Wow, Porsche. You really liked that.”

  I moaned, my eyes closed, as wave after wave of pleasure pounded me. This orgasm seemed to go on and on, all the while, Leonard drove in and out with a slowly softening cock.

  “Oooohh…”

  “Yeah, that dirty girl likes them apes. She sure does.”

  “Shut up, Palmer!” Shelly hissed. “You’re the dirty old man.”

  “I am honey. Whenever you want a taste of this here man-meat. You let me know.”

  We both groaned, but not in pleasure. It was the sound of disgust.

  Chapter Six

  “Oh, good!” gasped Dale.

  Shelly and I knelt beneath him, waiting for him to blow his wad. Leonard and Palmer sat on crates watching as we sucked and licked the lengthy ape cock. I nibbled on the corners of his mushroom head, eliciting several noisy grunts from him. His fingers were in my hair, urging me to continue. While I bit him, Shelly licked the veined length, making slurping sounds.

  “You got eager little whores, Leonard. You lucky bastard.”

  He grunted in reply.

  Dale grabbed his phallus then, groaning, “Ooohh…” His face contorted with pleasure and pain. “Ggrroooaaarrr…”

  And then it happened. The tip erupted in a spray of milk, showering both Shelly and I with globs of semen. My face and chest were doused, while Shelly scored a direct hit into her mouth, gagging on copious amounts of cum. The fluid poured down her chin and neck, wetting her firm little breasts.

  “That sure is somethin’,” murmured Palmer.

  Together we laved Dale, working one side, then the other, while he groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. My breasts dripped with jizz, the cold fluid making my nipples as hard as pebbles.

  Leonard stood and ambled over with a blanket in his hands. “We go get clean.” He placed the blanket around my shoulders.

  I glanced at him. “The hot spring?”

  He nodded. “Shelly come with us.”

  “Oh, man. That sounds good. I’m fucking freezing now.”

  “I’ll get blankets and pillows,” said Palmer. “Go have your bath, and I’ll see to the bed.”

  “Thanks,” I murmured.

  “You girls hungry? You sure worked hard satisfying those apes.” He chuckled to himself, which I found irritating.

  “Yeah, I’m starving,” said Shelly.

  “Alright. I’ll see what I can whip up.”

  After our bath, we found a cozy bed of straw covered in animal pelts and blankets. Palmer had left jerky and homemade bread, which we ate. I settled into Leonard, his hairy arm coming around me. Snuggling into his chest, I listened to his stomach rumbling. His tongue swiped across my forehead.

  “Stop that.”

  “You mine, Porsche. Mine.”

  I sighed. He was still damp from the bath, and he smelled like wet dog. “Go to sleep, Leonard.”

  Shelly and Dale were snuggled up together next to us. The chickens clucked in their cages, while an owl hooted outside. I was about to spend another night in the arms of my ape lover and away from my family. Civilization seemed like a distant dream. I missed my mom and dad and sister, but…I had everything I needed right here.

  In the morning, I woke up alone, Leonard having gotten up before me. Shelly was still asleep, her long hair tangled with bits of hay. Her Bigfoot was missing as well. I stretched and gazed at the ceiling of the barn, which was draped in lengthy cobwebs. The door creaked open, revealing Palmer, who carried a metal bucket.

  “Wake up, sleepy heads.”

  “Where are the apes?”

  “Gone huntin’. They’re catching some big game. Could be gone a while.”

  I nudged my bedmate. “Wake up, Shelly.”

  “No,” she mumbled. “Leave me alone.”

  I giggled.

  “You girls can grab food at the house. I need you to work today
. There’s clothes to wash. I’ll show you how to do it.”

  My smile fell. Ugh.

  Palmer’s idea of doing laundry was an old fashioned bucket with a metal washboard. Using a bar of homemade soap, I had to scrub each item over the wavy metal plate and dunk it into the water, repeating the task over and over. Shelly and I took turns washing and ringing out shirts, pants, and socks. We hung them on a line behind the barn.

  My arms ached, and my back was sore by the time we were only half way through with the pile of clothing. Palmer appeared periodically to watch over us and assess our progress. He brought sandwiches at one point, which I was grateful for. The heat of the sun had sweat running down my neck, wetting the front of my dress. I’d never been so exhausted in my life; my fingers had turned into prunes. I’d rather walk for hours through the forest than work like this.

  When we had finished the chore and the bucket was nearly black with filthy water, Shelly and I tipped it over, soaking the ground. A movement in the woods caught my attention, and I stood upright.

  “Shelly!”

  We witnessed the arrival of two men and a woman dressed in hiking shorts and white shirts. Heavy looking packs were strapped to their backs. They looked similar to the men who had appeared at the Bigfoot camp to rescue us days before.

  “Oh, shit.”

  Shelly was beside me. “My God.”

  My heart was in my throat. “They have to be here for us.”

  Palmer suddenly appeared, carrying a shotgun, which alarmed me. Was he going to shoot these people in cold blood?

  “Who might you be?” Hostile energy radiated out from his tense posture.

  “Search and rescue,” replied a tall, man in a baseball cap. “We’re looking for three girls. They’ve been missing nearly a week.”

  I glanced at the forest, worried that Leonard and Dale would jump out and club them to death. My fear was palpable and justified, having witnessed the murder of two other rescuers in a similar fashion. I wanted to be free, but…I feared for their safety. They had to get the hell out of here. Now!