Darren got up and stomped around the crackling fire, hitting his chest with his fists. “I’m Bigfoot, bitches. How much for your women?”
“No, seriously,” said Cameron. “They found that footprint, what, last year? It was like fourteen inches long.”
“No way. That was proven a hoax,” said Leslie. “Just like that guy in the ape suit. It’s all bullshit.”
“I heard the natives call him skoocooms,” said Doug. His finger was still in my pussy, hidden by the blanket. “They’re said to be a cannibalistic race of wild men.”
“Oh, stop that,” said Shelly. “That’s not true.” She glanced around nervously.
“Sure it is.”
I wasn’t listening to what they were saying. The finger felt so good; I struggled not to moan. It was dirty being fingered, while my friends sat nearby unaware. Only Shelly might have known. She appeared somewhat cognizant of where his hand was and what it might be doing.
Doug began to withdraw. “No.”
He chuckled in my ear. “We’re being watched.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Honey, I’ll get in trouble.”
I groaned in frustration, feeling wound up tighter than a metal coil. “Ugh.”
“I’ll go to my cabin in a minute. Meet me there.”
He’d thrown me a sexual lifeline. “Okay.” I tingled with expectation. I had been climbing towards release, and I wanted Mr. Vandekamp to finish what he started.
“That’s it, kids. I’m callin’ it a night,” said Doug. He stood. “Be sure to put out the fire before bed. They’ll be pissed if we burn down the mountain.” He seemed to adjust his shorts. “Close-up any food, all right? Lock your doors. There are bears here.”
“See ya, dad,” said Christopher.
After he left, Leslie glanced at me. “You two were awful cozy.”
“I…was cold.”
“Yeah, right,” said Darren. “She’s got the hots for Mr. Vandekamp.”
I took a sip of the sports drink. The whiskey blazed a path down my throat. “I gotta pee.”
“Don’t let Bigfoot get you,” said Shelly. “Hey, Bigfoot! A tasty morsel is coming your way!”
“Shut up, you dumb ass,” I hissed. She’d scared me half to death. “There’s no such thing.”
“You’ll find out, won’t you?”
“Ugh. You guys make me sick.” I glanced around nervously into the darkness. Only the sound of crickets disturbed the peace. “I’m outta here.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” asked Leslie.
“No, I’m good.” I headed up the path to the cabins, passing my own in the process. Mr. Vandekamp’s was on the end, and I entered without knocking. He’d lit two candles, which cast a muted glow over the primitive surroundings.
“I’m glad you made it.”
I tingled everywhere. “They know about us.”
“I figured.”
“Do you want me to go?”
He shook his head. “Come here.”
Strong arms drew me in, and I found myself pressed to a manly chest. He smelled of campfire and whiskey. His lips attacked my mouth, and I opened for him, letting his tongue fill me. The feel of his day-old beard chafed, but I loved it. My fingers dove through the strands of his silky hair, as I breathed him deep into my lungs. Hands slid down my back, cupping my butt. He pulled me to him, and I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he growled.
The single size bed hadn’t been made yet, and his packed bag was on the floor. He’d undone the straps of my sundress, and the top portion of the garment hung loose, exposing my breasts.
“My God, those look sinful.”
“You like them?”
“Are you kidding?”
His hands touched me, squeezing gently. My nipples were hard and pink, and one was suddenly in his mouth. This shot sensation straight into my pussy, which throbbed. He pressed my breasts together and suckled one nub and then the other.
“Oh, Mr. Vandekamp.”
“Doug.”
“Oh, Doug.”
He grasped my dress and pulled it down, revealing my panties. “Take it off. Take it all off.”
His shorts had dropped, exposing his boxers. The top portion of his cock jutted out through the material. I was naked before him, highly aroused and slightly intoxicated. I couldn’t wait to get that yummy looking cock in me.
“Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
“Thank God.” He stepped out of his boxers and sat on the bed. “Suck me, beautiful.” I knelt before him and took him, working the end aggressively. “That’s so nice, honey.”
I slurped noisily, drawing him in and out, until I gagged. A rush of saliva drenched him, while it dribbled from the corners of my mouth, onto my boobs.
“Aaah…yes…”
Gagging, I managed to deep throat him, meeting up with his hairy mound. His hands were at the back of my head, pressing me into him. The little cabin filled with the sounds of choking. He began to thrust back and forth, fucking my mouth, his cock in my throat.
“God, yeah, that’s nice. Eat that cock.” I’d never been used in such a manner, and it was mildly shocking. He pulled himself free and grabbed me. “I wanna fuck you, honey.” Standing behind me, strong fingers dug into my hips, and, with one thrust, he was buried deep.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. He’d primed me earlier by the campfire, but nothing could have prepared me for the size of a grown man’s cock. It stung for a moment, filling me completely. Before tonight, I’d only had sex with boys.
“You’re so tight, baby. Ooohh…yeah.”
“Oh, Mr. Vandekamp!”
“I’m gonna fuck this tight cunt.”
My hands were on the mattress, while his cock plunged deep. I was dripping wet from the finger job he’d given me earlier. The inklings of pleasure teased me from a distance, and it wouldn’t take much to bring it all back full force. His huge tool thrust demandingly. He took me roughly, his balls smacking my pussy.
“That’s it. Thatta girl. Take daddy’s cock, you nasty girl.”
No one had ever been so crude while fucking me before. I didn’t think I would like it, but the words inflamed my desire, heightening the experience. I’d only slept with boyfriends before, who fumbled along blindly, self-consciously. Having sex with a man was a singularly heady experience. He had all the power, and I was happy to give it to him. As his cock slid in and out, I felt the toying edges of release building.
“You wanna cum, don’t you? Should I fuck you harder?”
“Oh-yes!”
“Good girl. I knew you’d want it.”
He drove deep, practically banging on the door of my cervix. I wasn’t going to last long now, because it was too good. The constant pounding had shaken me to the sexual core, breaking away the last remnants of self-restraint.
“Oh! God! Mr. Vandekamp!”
“Yeah, that’s it. Work it, honey. Use me.”
“I can’t! Ooohhh…”
And, there it was. The last shred of control I had was shattered by the onslaught of the climax. I moaned like an animal in pain, loud and organic, my pussy clenching around the object that had brought me such pleasure. I gasped, and let my face drop to the mattress, shuddering and moaning.
Doug pulled himself free and sat on the bed. “Finish me off, Porsche. Be a good girl, and suck daddy’s cock.”
I fell to my knees and held his hot, wet dick. He smelled like my pussy, musky and delicious. I slid the object into my mouth and beyond. His hands went to my head, as he shoved himself down my throat.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep that up, and I’ll squirt. Do you want it in your mouth?”
I’d never had a guy do that before. The boys I had sex with wouldn’t have dared. Could I refuse him? Did I want to? “I guess.”
His look softened. “I’ll tell you when to open up. Right now I need you to suck my balls, sweetheart.” He grasped them, brin
ging them out. “Be a good girl and work these.”
The only balls I had ever eaten were my ex-boyfriend’s, and his weren’t nearly as large. I opened and took one in, gently compressing and sucking.
“That’s it. You got it. Keep doing that.”
He stroked his cock, while I continued to lave his balls, taking one and then the other in my mouth. I placed little nibbles and kisses on his inner thighs.
“Oh, yeah, baby. I’m getting close.”
His thumb worked over his head, rubbing repeatedly. I licked the shaft from side to side and then lowered to eat a ball.
“Open up, honey. Daddy has a present for his little girl.”
I waited beneath him with my tongue extended, while he worked himself towards climax. The end suddenly erupted, and splashes of whitened cream were tossed out haphazardly into my face, sprinkling my tongue.
“Oh, yeah! Oh, God, yeah!”
I swallowed, grimacing. It wasn’t my favorite taste, but I persevered, determined to pleasure him to the best of my abilities. I sucked his cock clean, first one side, and then the other.
“That’s so nice, honey. So nice,” he groaned.
Chapter Three
Early the next morning, after showering and packing, we headed deeper into the woods, embarking on the first of several long hikes that would take us into the heart of the mountain. Shelly and Leslie knew I had sex with Mr. Vanderkamp last night. I had divulged this bit of information, while we were in the bathroom earlier. I blamed the incident on the whiskey. Doug had acted as if nothing had happened, which was annoying. The urge to kiss him overwhelmed me periodically, especially when we were alone, but I resisted the impulse. When we broke for lunch, I sat near him.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured.
“Like what?”
He dug through his backpack. “Like you are right now.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like a bitch in heat. Stop it.”
I gasped.
He looked exasperated. “Porsche, I made a mistake, honey. I crossed the line with you. I’m married. I know better.”
“It’s my fault.”
“No. This one’s on me. I’m the adult. I screwed up big time. We gotta pretend it didn’t happen, all right? If Chris finds out, I’m toast. He’ll tell his mom.”
“I won’t say anything.”
“Don’t tell those bigmouthed girlfriends of yours either.”
“I won’t,” I lied. It was too late, because they already knew.
“Hey, dad,” called Christopher. “Come check out these tracks.”
“Yeah, in a sec.” He glanced at me. “You’re a sweetheart, Porsche. I really like you…but...” Longing and regret shone in his eyes. “We gotta watch it. Okay?”
“That sucks.”
He laughed, “Don’t tempt me.”
“Maybe tonight I can go to your ten—”
“No! Absolutely not. We’re in way too close quarters now. No more hanky panky.”
I pouted.
“Stop that.” He got up. “Let’s go see some tracks.”
Everyone had gathered around a single footprint embedded in the moist earth. We stared, mesmerized at the size of the imprint.
“Okay, which one of you assholes did this?” asked Doug. “Come on. Fess up. Who did it? Was it you, Chris?”
“No, dad. Darren and I found it.”
Mr. Vandekamp shook his head. “Who dug out the fake print? Cameron? Is this your idea of a joke?”
“No, man. I didn’t do it.”
“I’m getting my phone,” said Christopher. “Gotta document the Bigfoot sighting.”
Doug moaned, “Gimme a break. You guys are pullin’ my leg.”
“That’s impressive,” said Leslie. “It looks real.”
“Yeah, but it ain’t. One of you jokesters did this.”
I exchanged a glance with Shelly. She shrugged. “It wasn’t me.”
“Come on. Enough messin’ around,” said Doug. “Get your stuff together. We got about three hours before we make camp.”
I wore comfortable hiking shoes with grooved soles that allowed me to grip the ground without slipping. As the path became thinner, we found ourselves navigating through rocks and fallen trees. My backpack had begun to feel like a load of bricks. Sweat dotted my forehead. Doug’s shirt was stained with perspiration. Shelly had taken her hair and piled it on top of her head to cool off. This was my least favorite part of the journey, which seemed to drag on, hour after hour, as we hiked deeper into the forest, distancing ourselves from civilization.
Mr. Vandekamp glanced at his GPS. “I wanna try something different, guys. Lots of people are on this trail.”
What exactly did he mean by that?
“We’re gonna take a little detour.”
Cameron pounded the ground with his newly acquired walking stick. “Awesome. I love uncharted territory.”
“We’re not gonna get lost and die out here, are we?” asked Leslie.
“No, honey. We’re gonna be fine. I know exactly where we’re going.”
“God, I hope so,” I muttered.
“Let’s go, gang. Follow me. Let the adventure begin.”
An hour later, we found ourselves in a dense forest surrounded by enormous trees. We’d decided to make camp near a stream, and, as the tents were erected, Shelly drank from one of her many sports bottles.
“Oh, no. Not again,” I muttered.
She grinned. “It’s Miller time, Porsche. Have a sip.”
“I still have a hangover from last night. I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself.”
The tents were positioned in a semicircle, with the makings of a campfire in-between. I sat on a log and rested my weary legs, while the guys went off to find firewood. A movement in the distance caught my attention, and I froze. What the hell was that? Was it an animal? It sure looked big. Shelly and Leslie were nearby, because I could hear them giggling, sharing the whiskey. I squinted trying to get a glimpse of what I had seen. It had looked like something large and dark, but it had disappeared.
I drank from my canteen and stared at nothing in particular. Long, quiet minutes passed. The giggling had stopped. It was almost deathly still. A whooshing sound came from behind me, and then everything went black.
Something cold was pressed to the side of my face. I opened my eyes in virtual darkness to the sound of crying. I struggled to sit, my head pounding with pain.
“Shelly?”
“Porsche?”
“What the fuck’s going on?”
“We’ve been kidnapped,” she sniffed.
“What?”
“The creature from the woods. It’s true.”
I rubbed my head. “Where’s Leslie?”
“I dunno.”
“I’m here,” was a feeble reply.
“Shit,” I said. “I can’t see a fucking thing.”
“We’re in bars. I feel bars.” Shelly began to cry again. “I can’t believe this.”
“Guys,” I said. “There has to be a way out.”
The lights suddenly came on, and I gasped. We were in what looked like a rustic basement that smelled of damp earth and timber. Shelly, Leslie, and I sat in a large cage, with crudely implemented bars. I wrapped my hands around one and shook. It held firm. Before me was a long, wooden table. There appeared to be restraints attached to both ends of some sort. A growing sense of horror began to seep into my bones, making the hair stand up on the nape of my neck. Oh, my God!
A low growl caught our attention, and we huddled together as the thing that had kidnapped us appeared, shuffling into the room. It looked like an upright ape with human-like features covered in a thick layer of tufted fur. Behind him was an old woman.
“Well, hello darlings,” she said. “Aren’t you pretty girls? Does anybody need to use the bathroom?”
I got to my feet. “No. Can you open this cage please? We have to get back to our friends.”
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p; She laughed, “I don’t think so. You’re here to entertain my boy, Leonard. He hasn’t had a woman since the last one we kidnapped. Now he has three! What a lucky cuss.”
I recoiled in horror. We were going to have to have sex with this freaking beast. I slunk into the corner, trying to hide.
Shelly began to scream, “Get me outta here! Get me out! That fucking rug’s not touching me. Open the fucking door, bitch!”
The old woman’s smile twisted unpleasantly. “She’ll be the first. She needs to learn a lesson.”
A set of keys appeared. They were in the creature’s hand. His dark, glossy eyes widened as he drew near, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled our scent. He growled and unlocked the door, opening it slightly on creaky hinges. Shelly and Leslie joined me in the back of the cage, as we huddled together. The hulking form of the animal approached, and he grabbed Shelly, snatching her from us and dragging her kicking and screaming. The old woman quickly locked the door behind him.
“That’s it, Leonard. You have your plaything now.”
“Help me! Oh, my God! Help!” Shelly kicked viciously, but it had little impact.
The ape began to rip the clothing from her, one piece at a time. Her perky little breasts were revealed and then her stomach and buttocks. She tried to cover herself with her arms, shivering and crying. The old woman stood nearby and watched as the teen was hauled onto the table. They worked together to secure her hands and feet, while she screamed and fought hysterically.
“No, don’t! Please don’t! Oh, God. Help me!”
I held onto Leslie as we watched in horror. The old lady placed a ball gag in Shelly’s mouth, silencing her. What came next made me want to scream. From within the tufts of matted hair, the creature released a huge pale cock that defied logic. It was riddled with intersecting veins and bulging on the end like a tennis ball. That massive cock was going to be inside of Shelly in a matter of moments, and we were powerless to help her.
Chapter Four
“That’s my good boy. You take that bad girl. You know she wants it.”
Leslie glanced at me; tears were in her eyes. “It’s gonna be okay,” I whispered. “We’re gonna figure something out.”
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