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He trudged off towards our camp, huffing with anger.
Chapter Five
When we returned to camp, Leslie came out to see what the commotion was about. “What happened?”
Leonard put me down, and I faced my friend. “How’s Lendal?”
“He cried because you weren’t here. I fed him, and he’s sleeping with Bubba Jr.” She glanced at the Sasquatches. “Is everybody all right?”
“Yeah, but Leonard’s mad at me. I was kidnapped and…I sorta had sex with one of the other Bigfoots.”
“Oh, that gets ‘em going every time,” said Zelda, who had come up behind us. “I’m glad you’re back.” She patted Leonard, who grunted unhappily. “This lug will get over it. They hate sharing with other tribes. It’s one thing to pass a girl around with your mates, but it’s quite another to share her outside the group. Ya know?”
I just loved Bigfoot logic. “I’m seeing that.” I glanced at Leonard. “It wasn’t my fault. He made me fuck him. You decided it was okay. You’ve no right to be angry.”
He grunted and pointed a finger in my face, baring his teeth. “You mine, Porsche. Mine!”
Tears sprang to my eyes. “I know that, you fucking carpet! Why do you think I’m still here? I could go home anytime. I don’t have to put up with this shit!” I stomped off, feeling exhausted and emotional. I didn’t get far, because sticky paws grabbed me and I found myself hauled off the ground. “Put me down!”
“Ggrroooaarrr…”
He took me to our shelter like a sack of potatoes, tossing me onto a plush fur pelt. I glared at him. “Stop pushing me around!”
“You stay with me! You no go away.”
“Oh, you understood that, did you?”
“You mine, Porsche. Mine!”
“I can’t help it if I’m kidnapped! What was I supposed to do?”
“Don’t fuck other tribe. NO!”
Guilt wracked me. “I’m sorry.”
He growled and sat cross-legged glaring at me. His black eyes flashed with moisture, and his nose leaked. “You belong here.” He pointed at the ground.
“I know that. I’m sorry. I can’t help it if it feels good when…when…you know.” I bristled remembering that he had given his permission to have his girl taken by another ape. “You let him have me.” I pointed at his chest. “It’s really your fault.”
He growled, “You bad girl.”
“Why, you little shit!” I smacked him, but it hardly hurt because his skull was so thick. He grabbed my hand and growled, pushing me to the fur. “Stop!” With one swipe, he ripped my shirt off and yanked my shorts and panties down. He snagged a nipple, catching it between his lips. I sprayed him with milk almost instantly. The fight seemed to drain from me, along with my bodily fluids. “Oh, Leonard.”
“Porsche…”
My fingers threaded through his thick, silky fur, holding him to me. “Don’t be mad. You know I love you.”
“I love my Porsche.” His raspy voice quivered with emotion.
He grasped my breasts and pressed them together, while both nipples let off thin streams of milk. He held his mouth open to catch the fluid, enjoying the taste of the nourishing nectar. I loved the feel of his slightly abrasive tongue on my flesh; the roughness stirred me, provoking a distracting buzz in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, but he wouldn’t have it. He licked his way to my tummy, prodding my navel with the tip of his tongue. Then he slid over my mound and drove between the swollen folds of my labia to spear me intimately. He growled, smelling the other ape on me, but continued to thrust deeply. His tongue twirled around and around and back and forth, which sent little shivers down my spine. I threaded my fingers into his scalp, holding him close.
I sighed with pleasure. “Oh, Leonard…Oh, God…fuck me…” He continued to lave my inner folds, while rubbing his thumb over my clit. I grasped for him, desperately wanting him inside of me. “Gimme your cock.” I tumbled to the brink of release. He seemed to want to take me there. My back arched, and I moaned, as the first wave crashed, drowning me in mini-convulsions that shook me to the core. “Oooohhh…God…yes! Oh, fuck yes!”
Happy that I had reached orgasm, he held his cock, shifting his weight and shuffling on his knees to reach my face. He wanted me to suck him. The end dripped with fluid and a musky, tangy scent filled my lungs. I suckled the tip, swallowing the secretions.
“Good, Porsche,” he rasped. “Good.” The enormous length of him slid to the back of my throat, gagging me. Over and over I worked him, licking and sucking. He moaned low and guttural, while he fucked my mouth, the thickened rod nearly choking me. “Whhhoooaaarrrr…” he rasped.
The width of him strained my jaw, but I persevered, wanting to bring him to release. He drove deep and then moaned, stiffening. He was going to cum in my mouth! Slightly alarmed because of the sheer volume of spunk, I braced myself. The end erupted in an endless spray, pouring down my throat and choking me. I coughed bringing up the milky fluid, as it gushed down the sides of my face. I swallowed an enormous amount of semen, the taste salty and tart, filling my belly to capacity.
“Ugh, Jesus,” I muttered. “Leonard!” I smacked him. “You know I hate that.” He grunted and smiled, flashing huge teeth. “You little shit.” My stomach churned, and I prayed it all stayed down. The last time I had swallowed Sasquatch sperm I had vomited. “God, that’s disgusting.”
He reclined on the pelt, touching my belly, which was sticky from breast milk and semen. “My Porsche.”
“I better not puke.”
“You stay with Leonard.”
I gazed into his eyes. “Yes. I’ll stay.”
He drew me to him, hugging me. “Whoooaarrrr…” He smelled of wet fur with more than a hint of musk. We both needed baths. Nothing was said in those long moments, as my lover held me, forgiving me for betraying him. His sat up suddenly.
“What are you doing?” Rifling through an old rucksack, he brought out an object that shone suspiciously like gold. It looked like a good-sized rock. “What is that?”
“Present for you.”
I held the object, the light from a single lantern causing the golden hues to sparkle warmly. “Is this gold?”
He nodded. “Pretty rock.”
I laughed, “Holy Jesus. Pretty rock, my ass. That’s one hell of a chunk of gold. Where did you get it?”
“The river.”
“Wow.” What was I going to do with this? “Um…thanks.” He flicked out a tongue licking me. “Stop that.”
A shadow appeared in the doorway. “Mamma!”
“Hey, baby.”
Lendal scrambled into the hut and sat down between us. “Mamma, mamma, mamma,” he exclaimed happily. Settling against me, he attached himself to a boob and suckled.
I lay back and sighed, feeling exhausted, yet happily so. Perhaps, I could give the gold nugget to my parents the next time I saw them. It looked violently expensive. Leonard dug through the bag and brought out another glimmering rock.
“You have more?” He grinned. This one was even bigger than the first. “Holy shit!” It was odd shaped with little indentations and bumpy edges. It shone in the lamplight. I laughed, “I think we can afford to buy better tents.”
Leonard joined us on the pelt, snuggling closer, his hairy arm covering me. Lendal grunted in protest, his lips detaching from my nipple briefly, and then he latched on again, his eyelids fluttering closed.
The End
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That night, I couldn’t sleep because I wondered if Erik would appear. Just when my eyes grew heavy and the noises in the hallway died down, I felt a presence.
“You did a beautiful job today, Christine.”
I sat up. “I did?”
“I watched you the entire day.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Why can’t I see you?”
“You will soon. We mustn’t turn a light on or else they’ll think you’re a
wake and bother you. I want you all to myself.”
He sat on my bed, and tremors of pleasure began to tickle me. “Where do you live?”
“Here.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere close. But, that doesn’t matter. Lie back for me.”
Now the tingles began in earnest. “Are you going to…touch me like you did last night?”
“Do you want me to?”
It was naughty to admit something like that. “Y-yes.”
“Good. Then take your nightgown off and everything else.”
Dutifully, I brought the white cotton garment over my head and discarded it on the floor. My underwear followed. I shivered in the cold, grabbing the blanket. Erik dropped his cloak and slid into bed next to me, drawing me close. His breath was in my ear. “You’re a willing pupil, Christine.”
“I…should be ashamed.”
“No, not at all. There’s nothing wrong with this.”
His hands were suddenly everywhere, touching my breasts, my tummy, and sinking into my creamy snatch. I dripped with arousal knowing how wonderful it was going to feel having his finger inside of me. If I had thought tonight would be an exact replication of last night, I had been mistaken. He separated my thighs, and, to my mortification, maneuvered himself between my legs, his breath alarmingly close to my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, shocked.
“Pleasuring you.”
Then his tongue lapped against me, creating a wet path of seduction that had my toes curling. “Oh!” I thought his finger had been wonderful, but now I had to amend that earlier estimation, because this was positively blissful. He slid up the length of my slit, coating himself in my juices. The tongue pushing against my clit had me moaning with pleasure. The intensity of the feeling caused my head to fall back against the pillow.
“Oh, yes, Erik. Do that.”
His chest rumbled with approval as his tongue sank in deep, filling my tiny hole with wet goodness. My fingers drove into the thick strands of his hair, marveling at their softness.
“Ooohh…yes…”
When I thought I couldn’t take it another second he said, “Get on your stomach.”
“What?” I sounded breathless.
“Your stomach.”
“Oh.” I turned around and offered him my firm, enticing bottom. “Like this?”
“Touch yourself. The way I touch you.”
Embarrassed, I groaned into the pillow. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can.” He grabbed my arm and brought it between my legs. “Touch yourself, Christine.”
I did as I was told, while he gently kissed my bottom, sending shivers through me. I had no idea what he intended, and it wasn’t until I felt something warm and hard pressing against my opening that I understood. In the darkness, I could only see moving shadows and vague images of what he might look like. Feeling him was an entirely different matter, and his body was lean with rippling muscles. I wasn’t exactly sure which part of him pressed against me, but whatever it was had slickened with my juices and it began to breach the threshold.
“Oh!”
He straddled me, sitting on me, but he wasn’t heavy. His hands were on my hips, as part of him began to slide inside of me. The pressure my fingers exerted on my clit, allowed me to relax slightly, as the large object intruded. It stung for a moment, and I cried out.
“It’s so tight,” he groaned.
I buried my face in the pillow, while the full length of his anatomy filled my love tunnel to the brim, stretching out the virgin walls of my pussy, and sending tiny pricks of pleasure and pain through my system.
“Keep touching yourself.” I did as he asked, while he drove in and out of me. “It feels like a vice. Aaaahh…”
“Oh!”
“That’s my girl. You got it. Let me make you feel good.”
He shifted slightly and sunk in further, hitting a pleasurably erogenous zone inside of me. The inklings of enjoyment now far outweighed the pain, and I relaxed against the bed, allowing my secret lover to take my virginity and do with me exactly as he wished. I thought his fingers had felt lovely; that was nothing compared to being speared on his long, hard cock.
“Ooohh…Christine…” he groaned.
“Oh, yes! More. I want more of that…please.”
I lifted my bottom, almost begging him to take me harder and faster. Certain urges were building, climbing towards greater heights of pleasure. My stomach quivered, my pussy compressing around him. I could barely breathe; the rush of sensation was so great.
“Oh, Erik! Yes! Yes!” I shuddered then, clamping down around him, my virgin walls milking every ounce of pleasure they could. I trembled and convulsed, the blissful feelings ripping through my overloaded system.
He rose over me, hammering my pussy, driving in to the balls, which slapped against me noisily. Then he groaned and stiffened, emptying his seed within the silky confines of my cunt.
“You’re mine, Christine!” he shouted. “Mine!”
The wet cock drove in and out, spilling its juices down my inner thighs. He used me until he was well satisfied. Erik snatched a towel off the dresser and wiped me clean. Then he pulled me near. I sighed with bliss, pressed against the firm wall of his chest.
“That was wonderful.”
“It was.” He kissed my forehead. “Sleep, my beauty.”
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