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  Mike watched, as did the rest of the tribe. Pooky’s grunting revealed a lengthy phallus; his hand was wrapped around it, rubbing leisurely.

  “Whooarrr…” Bubba rasped, his pink shaft thrusting upward. Leslie flung her arms around his neck, burying her face in musky pelt. Her hand closed over his shaft, massaging the dripping organ.

  “Oh, God, Leonard.” I was incredibly sensitive tonight, my body responding to my lover’s touch. A heady sensation had the walls of my vagina closing around his finger, wanting more.

  Dale grabbed Kat, making her squeal in surprise. She jumped to her feet, bounding into the woods, with the horny Sasquatch hot on her heels. Two others took off after them, snapping branches loudly in their clumsy pursuit.

  Mike leaned in and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. He smelled of campfire, and he tasted of chocolate, having eaten M&M’s earlier. A strange purring caught our attention. It was high-pitched and rhythmic, emanating from Archie, who panted with his tongue out, watching me.

  “Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” murmured Zelda. “Look at that boy. He’s about to jump outta of his skin.”

  I was nearly on the edge of orgasm; Leonard’s talented finger had been rubbing something exquisite deep inside of me. I held out my arms. “You can have me, if you want.”

  Mike nibbled on my neck, kissing and sucking the skin. He nipped my earlobe, sending a shot of arousal into the pit of my tummy. Leslie had Bubba’s cock in her mouth, while Pooky lifted her dress, sliding a finger into her pussy. His tongue lapped her cheek, leaving a wet streak.

  “Omigod!” she gasped. He’d surprised her by sliding over her bumpy anus. “You dirty boys!” He’d learned quickly how to please a woman in naughty ways. He drove into her tight bands, rimming her thoroughly. “Ooohh…shit…” She could hardly suck Bubba’s cock; she was so distracted. His finger worked her, never once stopping the silent seduction.

  Shy and inexperienced, Archie approached, his expression filled with wonder and lust. He practically fell into my boobs, rubbing his hairy face against the abundant flesh. I was still breastfeeding, and, as he tugged on a nipple, I exploded with milk; the spray was thin but powerful, wetting his fur.

  “Gggrrooaarr…” he growled.

  Leonard held me, his cock pulsing under my ass. He seemed happy to let Archie fondle me, waiting patiently for his turn. Mike had lifted his shirt, tossing it to the ground. He pulled his belt through his shorts and unzipped the material. His cock wasn’t as thick or as long as a Bigfoot’s, but that didn’t matter, because it pleased me all the same. I craved it just as much as Leonard’s. I now had three horny males wanting me, two of whom were raspy, hairy beasts.

  I’m a lucky girl.

  Leonard’s finger slipped from my pussy, leaving a wet swath of arousal. “Oh, God. Somebody fuck me!” Archie, who was practically salivating with eagerness, came between my thighs, his thick, wet cock pushing against me. I grabbed for it, sliding it up and down over my opening. Luckily, his mother wasn’t around to witness his deflowering, because I was going to fuck this bad boy until I screamed. “Yes. Put it in. Do it now.”

  He slid, grunting, a look of shock on his face. He’d never experienced the feel of a hot, moist sheath before, the confines of my walls clamping around him. “Whooaarrr…” A look of rapture transformed his face, his eyes never leaving me. “Pretty girl! So pretty!” Leonard growled at this announcement, licking the side of my face.

  Zelda watched the goings on, amusement registering in her smile. “Hey, Mike. I wouldn’t mind your attention, if you wanna give an old lady a ride.”

  “It is a little crowded over here.”

  “Come sit by me.” She patted the blanket. “If that girl doesn’t want your cock, I’ll take it.” She eyed his member, which jutted. “That looks awfully good. It gives me some ideas.”

  He grinned. “I bet.”

  I was blissfully ravaged; Archie’s cock wasn’t as large as Leonard’s or Dale’s, because he was younger, but the width and length massaged me greedily, hitting all the pleasurable nooks and crannies. I grasped for him, holding fur, which felt soft and abrasive.

  “Omigod! It’s so good.” Leonard kissed me, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. The oral stimulation sent me over the edge, as I shuddered, helplessly tumbling into oblivion. My hairy lover drove deep, plunging his cock to the balls, crushing them against me. He stiffened, jetting streams of heated cream.

  “Gggrrooaarrr…” he howled, the sound drifting into the forest.

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Leslie with her apes and Zelda with Mike; she sat on him, riding vigorously. Leonard was harder than a rock.

  Oh, my.

  The night had only just begun.

  Chapter Five

  Archie pulled free, releasing a torrent of fluid. No sooner had he vacated my hole, then Leonard lifted me, driving in deep. The sensation was incredible. He held my hips, raising me up and down over him, using my pussy for his pleasure. Archie stared, not believing he had received such satisfaction, and clearly wanting more. His cock was already growing, showing signs of life. The bandaged leg didn’t seem to bother him at all, as he stared at where Leonard entered, driving his meat to the hilt.

  “Oh, you horny boys!” He worked me, pounding himself into an orgasm. He stiffened, groaning, as semen poured down my inner thighs. “What a good boy, Leonard.” I sounded breathless.

  Bubba roared at the other end of camp, squirting Leslie, who had an ape at her backdoor, driving deep. To add to our depravity, there were sounds of animal lust in the woods; Kat was enjoying her ravishment, her screams echoing. It was a night made for sex; the air was laced with the scent of honeysuckle and Sasquatch semen. It was a bittersweet aroma, one that I was entirely used to.

  “Oh, Jesus,” gasped Mike. He withstood Zelda’s ruthless assault, as she worked him, driving her hips back and forth, seeking climax.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it. Gimme that cock, you sexy forest ranger.”

  He laughed, “Just try not to break me in half, woman!”

  “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

  “Yeah? No shit.”

  I dripped with Sasquatch jizz; the fluid was sticky. It would itch when it dried. I longed to wash off, but from the look on Archie’s face, I wouldn’t get the chance. He had taken to sex like a duck to water, grabbing me, and forcing me on my knees.

  “Oh, you horndog!”

  He slid with one thrust, filling me to the balls. I grasped the blanket, holding on for dear life, while the randy young buck worked me, plundering my depths. It was a little surprising how quickly he had recovered, but what was more so, was my response. I felt myself clamping around him, milking the invading organ. This produced a heady buzz that lingered in my anatomy, teasing me with the promise of bliss.

  “Shit, you horny ape. Good God.”

  Leonard, far from idle, fingered my cheeks, sliding over my puckered orifice. I dripped with wetness, and he toyed around the edges, dipping into me, gradually. The sensation had me panting; the pleasure was so intense. Knowing how much I loved to have my bottom played with, he slid further, opening up the tight bands. I was trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but the pressure and subsequent agony elevated everything I was feeling, taking it to a higher plane.

  “Oh-fuck-shit!”

  He knew what he was doing, that wicked ape. He teased me with a second finger, sliding it with the first, which brought a sharp wave of pain, which then morphed into even more pleasure. I bore down on Archie, knowing I wouldn’t last long. These apes were too good at this, understanding all the ins and outs of pleasing a woman.

  “Ooohhh…”

  Leonard reamed me, knowing I was near the edge. The pleasure/pain tossed me over the cliff, flinging me into senseless abandon. I gasped, as wave after wave of ecstasy had stars exploding in my brain. Archie plunged, punishing me with his monster cock, while his ragged breathing transformed into a bellowing howl, the beast having found repletion.
/>   “Whoooaarrr…”

  I gushed with the aftereffects of his lust, the milky fluid pouring down my thighs, wetting the blanket beneath us. Mike’s moans indicated that he was close, as was Leslie, who gasped and screamed, enjoying her apes. I collapsed against Leonard utterly spent. He sighed deep in his chest, purring. Archie touched my bottom, his black hand feeling my soft skin. He seemed mesmerized by me, following the line of my back.

  Leonard grunted and shoved him. “That’s enough. You go away.” His arms tightened around me. “Porsche’s my girl.”

  I giggled, “Don’t fight. There’s plenty to go around.”

  Archie’s lower lip hung out, and he looked unhappy.

  Good Lord. They always want me.

  I glanced around the camp, noting prone, naked bodies, gleaming with perspiration. Leslie was in Bubba’s arms, and Zelda had gotten up, throwing a dress over her head.

  “We should take a walk to the hot spring,” said Mike.

  “I need it.”

  He held out his hand. “Come on, honey. Up with you.”

  “Thanks.”

  Leonard and Archie got to their feet. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around me.

  “I’ll watch the little ones,” said Leslie. “We’ll go after you get back.”

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  I slept between Leonard and Mike that night, which was mildly surprising. It was a treat to have the man and the animal I loved near me. Things were definitely looking up.

  As the days wore on and the fire shifted, we were told that there was a safe southeasterly corridor that we could take. Being this far north with winter on the horizon was not a good idea. Packing camp, we began the arduous hike home, through land that had not been burned to the ground. The apes were able to hunt and fish, providing ample protein, which was an important staple of our diet. On the tenth day, we trekked through familiar territory, the steeply sloping mountains giving way to deep valleys, filled with ice cold streams and abundant fish.

  Mike and I would be leaving soon with Daisy. I had been in contact with Dr. Haynes, and the pick up at Lost Lake was two days away. My excitement grew, knowing that I would see my parents again and that they would meet Mike. Lendal was now accustomed to me leaving periodically, and he understood that I would return. He looked forward to it, because I brought toys and candy back for him. Kat and Archie had become a part of our tribe; the female Sasquatch had grown close to Dale. They slept in the same shelter, and he looked after her, making sure she was safe and fed. They removed each other’s ticks and untangled their fur, the grooming sometimes lasting for hours. It was cute.

  On the day of my departure, I hugged Leonard. “I’ll be back, you big lug.”

  “I’ll miss my Porsche,” he rasped.

  “You watch Lendal. Keep him out of the poison ivy.”

  “Ggrrrooarrr…”

  “Mamma!” Lendal hugged me, practically squeezing the air out of my lungs. “You come back, mamma!”

  “I will. You take care of Bubba Jr. and Wolfie.”

  “Bring me chewing gum and toys.”

  “Yeah, not the gum, but I’ll do the toys.” The last time he had gum he had gotten it stuck in his pelt.

  “Bring more soccer balls.”

  I ruffled the fur on his head. “I always do.”

  I hugged Leslie. “You should be coming with us.”

  “I’ll go in the spring. Have fun with your folks. Congrats on your upcoming marriage.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Gimme a hug.” Zelda embraced me, smelling of pine and campfire. “Have a good visit.”

  “I will. You guys take care. Call, if there’s a problem.”

  “See you in a couple of weeks,” said Leslie.

  Mike had Daisy in the infant carrier, which was strapped to his back. “I’ll bring her home, Leonard.”

  “You take care of my Porsche.”

  “I always do.”

  The ape grumbled in reply, a pipe hanging out of the corner of his mouth. His black eyes flickered as they rested on me. He knew I would return, because I always did. I belonged to the forest now, but I loved visiting my parents and sister. This trip was necessary for several reasons, the first being Daisy’s health, and then marrying Mike, which would provide security for us. I was in love with him, and I was ready to be his wife. I had tried to explain to Leonard that I was going to be legally wed, but he failed to understand the significance, nor did he care. As long as I returned, that was all that mattered to him.

  Mike and I hiked the remainder of the way to the Lost Lake camping ground, avoiding several families who had gathered. We must have looked a sight, with our straggly hair and worn out looking clothing. Dr. Haynes stood near his vehicle.

  “Hey! You guys look great.”

  I hugged him. “I’m so tired.”

  “I got sandwiches and drinks.”

  “Oh, thank God. I’m starving.”

  We piled in the car, with Daisy ensconced in an infant seat. The movement of the car lulled her to sleep, while Mike and I ate and drank, the food tasting heavenly. The scientists would return to the tribe with us, to meet Kat, who they were wildly interested in. She was the first ever known female Bigfoot, and they wanted to observe her closely. Whether she would allow this or not remained to be seen.

  My parents were so excited when we pulled into the driveway, rushing out to hug me. My sister, Lena, blonde-haired and pretty, held the baby. Daisy was wide-eyed by all the new faces.

  “She doesn’t look like a Sasquatch,” said Lena.

  “That’s cause she isn’t, dumbass.” We always argued and irritated one another, and I doubted this visit would be any different.

  “This is Mike. Mike these are my parents.”

  He shook hands with my dad. “Hi, nice to meet you, Mr. Delessops.”

  “Thanks for bringing her home.”

  “Hello, Mike. Oh, let me hold Daisy,” said mom. “She’s so adorable. What a little cutie. Come on inside. You guys must be exhausted.”

  “They could use showers,” murmured Lena.

  “Fuck off, you little shit.”

  “Make me, why don’t ya.”

  Mike grinned. “Nice, guys, nice.”

  Dr. Haynes followed us up the steps. He was in contact with my parents regularly, keeping them informed about my whereabouts. The fire this summer had been a concern for everyone.

  The first thing I did was step in the shower, Mike joining me. It was bizarre to be with him in civilized conditions, instead of swimming in a river or a hot spring. The water felt heavenly, as did the soap, which was used liberally. I scrubbed my hair with shampoo, rinsing out weeks worth of grime. Mike’s hands were on my shoulders, while his cock pressed to my bottom.

  “I like you like this,” he said huskily.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Nice and clean and wet.”

  “I bet.”

  “We should get out, so I can rub lotion all over you.”

  My hand wrapped around his cock. “I think that’s a great idea.”

  He shut the water off, handing me a towel. “Thanks.”

  His lips covered mine, soft and sweet, his tongue flicking into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself to him. He lifted me, stepping out of the shower, and stumbled towards the bed, which we landed on, banging the headboard into the wall.

  “Oh, Mike…”

  He kissed my neck, biting gently. He nipped at my earlobe, sending a burst of tingles down my spine. My fingertips pressed into his lower back, feeling the solidity of his form. I dug into his ass, massaging firm glutes. He groaned, kissing me, our tongues fighting a sensuous battle. My entire body buzzed with anticipation, my nipples having hardened to stiff peaks. He caught one in his mouth, sucking greedily, releasing a gush of milk.

  “Now we’ll have to shower again,” I complained. “I’ll be all sticky.” His hand drifted to my tummy, skimming over silky skin and sliding to m
y nub, which felt like a marble. It was engorged and throbbing.

  “I don’t care. Kiss me.”

  Our mouths met, igniting a wild kiss. I bucked against his hand, sending his finger further inside of me. Sensing what I wanted, he shifted, positioning himself between my legs, his phallus rubbing against my moist slit. With a single push, he was buried deep, rubbing me intimately.

  “Oh, God…Mike.”

  His face was in my neck, nibbling and kissing, while he drove wildly, thrusting to the balls. “Baby…”

  “My parents are downstairs…”

  “It’s naughty. You’re such a dirty girl, Porsche Delessops.”

  “Not for long. I’ll be Mrs. Tancardi soon.”

  “Oh, yes, you will.”

  “Oh, God…fuck me harder.”

  He drove ruthlessly, working my snug passage and creating a firestorm of pleasure that had my tummy tingling. We clung together, rubbing and straining, caught up in something so powerful and miraculous, that I never wanted to be separated from him again. He was a part of me, just like Leonard was, my two handsome lovers, who satisfied me endlessly.

  “Oh…God…oooohhhh…”

  “That’s it, baby. You’re so close.”

  “MIKE!”

  The headboard banged loudly, thumping into the wall in a rhythmic fashion. I shuddered, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his skin, which held a hint of soap.

  “Ooohhh…Porsche…” He stiffened, emptying himself deep inside of me. “I love you, Porsche…”

  We clung together, our skin damp with perspiration and the aroma of spicy soap lingering. “I love you too, Mike.”

  Chapter Six

  I was married three days later at City Hall with my parents present and Mike’s mom and dad and younger brother. We celebrated by having brunch at our favorite Italian restaurant. My mother was slightly disappointed that I didn’t have a big church affair, but I needed to keep things simple. I didn’t want anyone to make a big fuss. I wore a lovely white sundress with a garland of baby’s breath in my hair, while Mike had on a dark gray suit. He looked so handsome, with freshly shorn hair which had been combed back. Daisy was baptized a day later at our church, mostly to appease my grandmother who had insisted upon it.