Shelly drank hers as well, and the heated fluid helped to warm me up, although my hair was damp and my feet were frozen. Although it was summer, the rain made the air colder, especially at this altitude, seeing that we had been walking at an incline for most of the day.
Leonard and Dale left us to tend to the fire and dinner. I assumed they were out hunting. We couldn’t eat the chickens, because they were being kept alive for their eggs.
“I’m so cold!”
“Get under a fur.”
“Ugh.”
A short while later, the apes returned with grilled fish, berries, and a bowl of rice, which had been boiled in a metal tin. I ate the fare, but imagined it was pizza. I was getting tired of fish and berries, but I wouldn’t complain. The food was high in protein, which kept us full and gave us energy. The Bigfoot’s gnawed on pieces of bark after every meal, presumably to clean their teeth. Shelly and I went to wash up in a stream and relieve ourselves. Using the great outdoors as my bathroom was second nature now, and I’d lost my fear of snakes and bears. The rain had stopped for the moment, with the occasional drop falling from the old growth Douglas Furs that towered over us. A tiny sliver of moon shone above the branches, giving the forest an eerie feel.
Leonard and Dale waited in the shelter, their eyes glimmering in a carnal light. I picked up on the change in vibe immediately, resulting in my stomach fluttering. Their coats had dried considerably, but the aroma of wet dog lingered. It was a smell I was quickly getting used to. Shelly and I were naked, except for the blankets around us.
Freezing, I sat in Leonard’s lap, my teeth chattering. His arms went around me. “You good, Porsche. You get warm.”
Dale attached a fur to the door of the hut, blocking the cold from entering. A lantern with a single candle helped illuminate the space, casting flickering shadows against the back of the structure.
Leonard rubbed my back vigorously; his snout was near my neck, inhaling my scent. “You make Leonard happy.”
I glanced at him, staring into the liquid orbs of his dark eyes. “What do you want?”
The apes exchanged a glance. They clearly had something specific in mind, which had my stomach clenching with anticipation.
Shelly’s eyes darted between them. “Fucking horndogs. Guess this is what happens when there’s no TV.”
Dale patted a fur. “You girls here.” He waved at Shelly. “You here.”
She sighed resignedly and sat on the fur. Dale snatched the blanket from her. “Hey!”
He pointed at me. “You here.”
I went and joined her and had my blanket taken as well. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. Leonard took mercy on me and handed me the blanket. “Thanks.”
He rasped, “Porsche,” he thrust out his tongue, “you lick Shelly.”
I gasped. They wanted us to have sex while they watched. I glanced at my friend. “Uh, man.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like I said. Fucking perverts.”
“Nothing surprises me anymore.”
“Not with the Viagra Twins, no.”
“How are we gonna do this?”
“You better not tell anybody about this. I’m so not a lesbian. My mom would die if she found out.”
I shrugged. “What happens in the forest…”
“Stays in the fucking forest.” She tossed her hair over a shoulder and lay on the fur, spreading her legs. “Come eat me, bitch. Let’s put on a show for Bert and Ernie.”
I stifled a giggle. “Stop that, Shelly.”
“Man, if I can’t laugh, I’d be so freaking out now.”
“Thank God you’re here with me.”
“I’d rather be home,” she muttered.
“Amen to that.”
I glanced at Leonard, and his black eyes glimmered in a lustful light, which had my pussy clenching with expectation. I’d never admit it, but having sex with him was amazing. I hadn’t been a virgin when he’d taken me. On the contrary, I loved sex. I had seduced Mr. Vandekamp before we had been kidnapped, and I had enjoyed being taken by Leonard. His cock was…awe-inspiring. As if on cue, both of the Bigfoot’s penises began to emerge from within the matted tufts of fur. Their organs were pinkish in color, long and riddled with veins. The crowns were broad and rounded, with cleaved centers that dripped with copious amounts of pre-cum. The taste of their spunk was salty-sweet like slightly bitter milk.
I touched Shelly’s tummy, feeling her quivering beneath my hand. She closed her eyes and murmured, “I’m not a lesbian. I’m not a lesbian. I’m not a les—”
“Shut up, you ho.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
I giggled, “I will.”
I played with the jewelry in her bellybutton, pulling gently on the stainless steel ring. Kissing the skin on her abdomen, I felt her trembling, either from arousal or the cool air. She smelled fresh like the great outdoors with traces of campfire. Her pussy was covered in a short layer of hair, which barely hid the lips of her labia. We hadn’t been able to shave in days, and our legs and underarms were showing the signs. I guess I was going to turn into a wild, hairy mountain woman yet. Since I was a natural blonde, my hair wasn’t as obvious as Shelly’s.
“Good, Porsche. You do Shelly good,” rasped Leonard. His cock was in his hand, being manipulated into shocking hardness. Dale’s was in his hands as well, the ape rubbing the glistening tip, while it dripped pre-cum to the pelt beneath him.
I prepared to dive into uncharted lesbian territory. How hard could it be? “Well, here goes.”
“Be my bitch. Lick me.” She smiled crookedly.
“Shush.”
I flicked out my tongue, lapping against her clit, producing a surprising moan from Shelly. I hadn’t expected such an immediate and enthusiastic reaction. Bolstered by her response, I gently opened her lips, exposing the hidden nub of her clit. Prodding it with my tongue, the tiny organ began to swell to a sizable lump. She smelled musky, her snatch glistening with arousal.
“Grrrooooaaarrr…nice…good girls…” uttered Dale.
I’d never had sex with a woman before, and I didn’t fantasize about them, but…eating Shelly out had turned me on, horribly. I buzzed in my cunt, the muscles in my tunnel contracting, begging for stimulation. I almost couldn’t concentrate on working her little nub, it was so distracting. What I really needed was one of Leonard’s long, talented fingers in me.
I glanced at him. “Can you help?”
He shuffled over, his cock thrusting out before him, oozing clear fluid. “What?”
“Um…” I bit my lip, shyness gripping me…“could you touch…” I took his hand and led it to my pussy, “me here.”
His black, glossy eyes glimmered with approval. “Porsche, you good girl.”
A finger began to dip into my needy hole, making me catch my breath. “Yes, Leonard. Do that.”
I resumed licking Shelly’s pussy, driving my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her feminine juices, my face coating in her wetness. My saliva began to drip between her buttcheeks, wetting the fur beneath us. Leonard’s finger dipped deep into my pussy, causing me to moan with bliss. That was exactly what I needed while I attended to my friend, laving her hole, tasting the insides of her cunt.
“Oh…Porsche…it’s sooo good.” Her fingers threaded through my hair. “Yes…don’t stop…”
I echoed that sentiment. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Keep fucking me, Leonard.” That fat, firm finger was driving me mad with lust. It was so long that it kept hitting something wildly stimulating deep inside of me. I buried my face in Shelly’s snatch, gobbling her up, as if I’d been starving for months. There was no way I was going to be able to hold off the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm me. It was just too good. “Oh! Shit-fuck-Leonard!” I moaned, my face buried in another woman’s cunt, as the contractions pummeled my system, forcing me to clench around the finger inside of me. “Yes! Oooohhh…”
“Good, Porsche. You good girl.”
I smiled at him, my body trembling w
ith the aftereffects of the intense pleasure. “Thanks, Leonard.”
He held his cock. “You suck now.” He grinned, flashing sharp, white teeth.
I took one look at his engorged manhood and shivered with renewed inspiration. Oh, boy.
Chapter Three
As the rain fell outside our little shelter, the four of us occupied ourselves in a hedonistic manner. The hut began to smell of sex, the heady scent teasing me. The end of Leonard’s cock dripped with fluid, his eyes glinting with desire.
“What about me?” Shelly fingered herself. “Fuck me, Dale. Get that big, fat cock over here.”
As I wrapped my hand around Leonard’s impressive meat, Dale shuffled towards Shelly, his erection thrusting out before him, leaking like a sieve. He drew her legs apart; holding her seductively curved calves in either hand, exposing her pink slit.
Shelly grabbed for his cock. “Oh, God, yeah. Gimme that thing.”
It still amazed me how something that big could fit into a small hole. It seemed implausible that pleasure could be derived from these monster cocks, but the rigidity of their phalluses hid a sensual secret. The outside was soft and pliable, while the inner portion was hard. There was a certain amount of wiggle room, so to speak, that made the insertion highly pleasurable and comfortable, even in the snug environment of an asshole.
As Dale drove into Shelly’s pussy, I closed my mouth around Leonard, letting his penis slide into my throat, gagging me. Pre-cum dripped from the corners of my mouth, splashing my breasts and tummy.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Dale! Fuck me!”
Dale pounded Shelly, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her ass. He grunted from the exertion, his groans rumbling in his chest. I sucked on the rounded end of the cock, the little slit opening in the center, expelling shocking amounts of fluid. I seemed to be swallowing more than sucking, and I could barely keep up.
“Lay, Porsche,” Leonard groaned, pointing to the animal pelt.
I did as I was told, wondering what was going to happen and trembling with anticipation. He straddled me on his knees, shuffling towards my face. Rough, black hands grasped my breasts, pressing the ample mounds together.
“Hold.”
Understanding dawned. He wanted to tit-fuck me. I held my boobs together as he shoved his cock between them, lubricating me instantly with a fresh release of pre-cum. I watched as he slid back and forth, fucking my soft mounds. The head popped out with every thrust, butting up against my throat. I tossed my head back, my long, blonde hair falling over the fur.
“Good, Porsche. Good!”
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Oh-shit-God-fuck me hard-shit!” Shelly moaned loudly, cumming on the monster cock inside of her. Her ape grunted as he drove home, his balls slapping her ass.
My guy was pleasuring himself with my tits, as plentiful amounts of pre-cum wetted my chest and neck. Leonard threw back his head and roared, the sound reverberating around us. I gazed down in time to see his cock erupt with a torrent of seminal fluid, as it gushed out of him, spraying me.
“Porsche! Good! Good!” roared Leonard.
It was always mildly shocking to observe the sheer volume of sperm these creatures held within them. I was being thoroughly doused; my hair was wet with the sticky, salty concoction.
“Whhhoooaaarrrr…” Leonard groaned.
Nothing could prepare me for what happened next. Dale had withdrawn from Shelly’s satiated snatch, and his cock was suddenly in my face, the mushroom head pushing against my mouth, demanding entrance. I ate him, tasting my friend’s pussy juices.
“Suck, Porsche. Gooood…”
Leonard collapsed onto the pelt, watching as his friend used me to reach completion. He was in such a lustful state that he held my head between his strong, overeager hands, forcing me to gag on his pre-cum. I could barely breathe from the size of him, as I struggled to get the length into my mouth.
“Nice, Porsche. Nice,” he groaned.
Shelly watched as I serviced her ape. I had anticipated him blowing his wad all over my chest as Leonard had, but when he began to spurt, he held onto my head, forcing his cock down my throat.
“Whoooaaarrrr…”
I tried to fight him to gain my freedom, fearing I might drown on his cum, but he wouldn’t let me go. Instead, I was made to swallow enormous amounts of sperm, the fluid pouring down my esophagus, filling my belly to the brim.
“Jesus,” murmured Shelly. “Way to eat a ton of jizz.”
I gagged; dry heaving on the bitter, salty taste. He wouldn’t let go of me; the continuous eruptions rushed down my throat. What I couldn’t swallow spilled out of my mouth and flowed down my neck. When he had at last ceased climaxing, he released me. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling nauseous.
“I…gotta…fuck!” I jumped to my feet, knowing I was going to puke. I pushed aside the animal hide covering the door and barely exited the shelter before vomiting outside, whitish seminal fluid splashing at my feet. The rain drenched me, and I shivered. The stream was nearby, and I ran to it, washing myself as quickly as I could. I was sticky with ape sperm, and, if it dried, it would itch.
“Are you all right?”
My teeth chattered. “Y-yeah. T-that was k-kinda gross.”
“Oh, my fucking God! I don’t know how you swallowed all of it without drowning.”
I laughed, “You should try it next time.”
“Hell no.” Shelly crouched in the freezing, gushing water, quickly washing herself. “Fuck, it’s cold!”
We ran to the shelter, wet, frozen, and exhausted. Leonard held open an animal pelt, and I all but dove into it. He wrapped it around me and drew me close, grunting deep in his chest. I was warm instantly. It wasn’t long before the four of us were fast asleep, the ape’s raspy snoring resonating like a soothing lullaby.
We packed in the morning, tossing items into the cart along with the chickens. The goat kept up with us, snatching patches of grass and bushes as we went, eating everything in sight. Leonard pulled the cart, while Dale carried the backpacks. It was nice not to feel encumbered by the weight of my pack. The day was a hot one, the intensity of summer beating down on us, causing me to sweat profusely. I sensed we were descending, because the trek was far easier than yesterday. When we stopped for lunch, the apes plucked fish out of a stream and prepared the fillets over a small fire. Shelly disappeared into the forest with Dale, while Leonard and I watched over the food.
He pulled me onto his lap, his nose pressed to my throat. “You good, Porsche. I like my Porsche.”
I pushed against him. “Stop it.” He licked the side of my face. “Ew. Quit it, you big lump.”
He growled deep in his chest. If I had heard that sound in the wilderness, I would have been scared silly. It was a cross between a bear and a lion, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. His great big hands had turned into sticky paws, as he grasped me, refusing to let go.
“You mine, Porsche. Mine.”
I stared at him. “Leonard. You know I have to go home.”
“No.”
“I miss my mom and dad and my sister. I miss everything.”
“No. You stay with me.”
I shook my head.
His black eyes glimmered. “You mine, Porsche. You live with me. We make baby.” He pointed at my stomach.
I hadn’t gotten my period yet, which was slightly worrisome. “I like you, but…this isn’t my home. I have a family.”
“We make family.”
Jeez he was stubborn. I sighed. “Oh, Leonard. Let’s not argue.” I leaned my head against the wall of his hairy chest. “Who knows what’s gonna happen.”
His arms tightened around me. “You make Leonard happy.”
Those words produced tingles in my tummy. His padded fingers brushed against my boobs, making me shudder with pleasure. “Aren’t the fish done yet?”
He growled. “No fish. I want you.”
“You’re the biggest horndog ever,” I giggled. His tongue licked the side o
f my face. “Stop it!” I pushed against him. “Bad ape, bad!”
His chest rumbled with humor, dark eyes flashing. “My Porsche. Mine.”
Dale and Shelly had returned with a tin of water. We ate lunch, Leonard and I on a blanket and Shelly and Dale sitting on a fur. I used my Bigfoot as a chair and leaned into him, feeling relaxed and surprisingly content. An oversized hand rested on my belly, his thumb rubbing my tummy lightly. It wasn’t long before we packed up our belongings and tethered the goat to the cart. We headed deeper into the forest, every step distancing Shelly and I from any possible rescue.
Chapter Four
The hours we spent walking seemed to be far more pleasant than yesterday, and I surmised it was because we were gradually heading downwards, thereby, exerting ourselves less. The chickens clucked and bounced around in their cages, and the tins rattled from the uneven ground.
“Where are we going?” I’d come up behind Leonard. “Do you have a plan?”
He nodded.
“What is it?”
“Find safety.”
“How long until we get there?”
His eyes flashed as he glanced at me, which made my tummy tingle. “Long time. You tired?”
I sighed. “No. I’m fine.”
The descent turned rocky a while later, as we ambled down through a boulder-strewn ravine. The forest grew dense and the ground soft, my sneakers sinking into the muck. The cart got stuck several times, and Dale and Leonard had to dig out the wheels, their arms and legs filthy with mud. Grime matted their fur in clumps, making it reek. As the day wore on, the terrain became even worse, with the ground deteriorating into an all out bog. Shelly and I were filthy up to our chests from wading through the mess. The goat had to be dragged through at times, Leonard pulling on the lead and Dale shoving the animal from behind. He bleated wildly in protest. Shelly looked miserable, her homespun dress was filthy, and her messy hair was piled on top of her head. As the sun began to drift westwards and the shadows broadened, I knew we would eventually have to find a place to rest for the night.
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