“Gggrrooaarrr…”
Pooky jumped to his feet, sprinting into the trees, as Leonard stomped towards us with a ferocious expression. His teeth were bared, and spittle dripped from the corners of his mouth. I remained seated with my arms across my knees, struggling not to smile. Leonard was not pleased that Pooky had taken advantage of me.
The angry ape glared at me. “Porsche.”
“Yes, Leonard?”
“Put your clothes on.”
“Yes, Leonard.” I reached for my shorts. “I don’t know why you’re so steamed. It’s not like he’s never had sex with me before.” I clasped the bra, bringing the straps over my shoulders. The t-shirt went over my head. “Where is everybody?”
“At the lake.”
The sound of a branch snapping echoed. Pooky was in the woods, and, from the noise, he was being incredibly loud. “Help me up.” I thrust my hand in the air, and he grabbed it, lifting me to my feet. Then he drew me to him, sniffing me.
“You mine, Porsche. Mine.”
“I know that. I’m sorry. He was pretty insistent about it.”
“Ggggrrrr…”
“Oh, stop it. Let’s go find the boys and Daisy. Did you get a deer?” He grunted in reply, showing his continued irritation, but he would get over it soon enough.
We walked together through the trees, in the direction of the camp. The smell of onions drifted on the breeze. Dinner preparations had begun. I glimpsed Zelda with Daisy in her arms, while Leslie tended to the cooking pot over the fire.
“So how was the berry picking?” Leslie eyed me. “Looks like Leonard found you.”
“Yeah. He found Pooky too.” I gave her a look.
“Oh, I just bet he did,” she laughed. “You don’t have to say anything else. So that was what that racket was all about.”
Bubba sat on a rock, his huge stomach rising and falling with his breathing. Dale and Kat were in conversation by a tree. She was heavily pregnant and due to give birth any day now. Lendal and Bubba Jr. were in the woods. The sounds of their grunts and laughter gave them away.
“I can take her, if you want.” I held out my arms. Daisy had what looked like chocolate on her face. “What did she eat?”
“M amp;M’S,” said Zelda. “That was the last of the chocolate. It was the only stuff that hadn’t melted.” She gave me the baby. “Here ya go.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at the cute blonde in my arms. “You’re so dirty.”
“Da..da..da…da…”
“That’s exactly how I feel.” Leonard caught sight of Pooky in the distance, and he grunted. He burst into a run, his body moving at surprising speed. He flung himself into the trees, breaking branches as he went. “Oh, no. Come on. Leave him alone.” Pooky had disappeared again, and moments later, the sound of angry Sasquatches arguing resounded in the forest. “Those idiots.” I sat on a blanket, crossing my legs before me. “Do you guys need any help?” Daisy crawled from my lap, snatching the basket of berries. “Don’t touch those, honey.” I retrieved the basket. “Can you put that away?”
“Sure.” Leslie took the item. “We have it under control. You should go wash up. You’ve got dirt on your face.”
“I do? Great.” I got to my feet, picking Daisy up. I balanced her on my hip.
“Ma…ma…ma…”
The smell of the stew had made my mouth water. It was surprising how delicious venison tasted, once it had been fried with onions and boiled.
“I’ll be back in a bit.” As Daisy and I headed for the river, branches snapped noisily behind us.
Someone was following. I stopped to see who was coming, and Wolfie stumbled out of the trees, looking bedraggled and slightly dazed. His nostrils flared.
“Hey, you. Does your mamma know where you are?” I stepped from my shoes, leaving them on the sandy shore.
“Gggrrrrr…” His voice was high-pitched and gravelly. He hadn’t said one coherent word yet, but it was bound to happen soon.
“Let’s wash up.” I entered the water, wading in up to my knees. “You too, Wolfie. You got somethin’ stuck to your face. What is that?”
He splashed into the river, his little legs lifting and disappearing beneath the surface. “Grrr…
grrr…grrr…grrrr…”
I snatched his arm, bringing him to me. “Let me see. It looks sticky. You get into some honey today?”
“Grrr…grrrr…gggrrrrr…”
“It’s been great having this conversation with you.” He was so cute; I had to smile at him.
I held them both in my arms, but Wolfie hardly needed assistance. Sasquatches were natural swimmers, climbers, hunters, and gatherers. They seemed to have a sixth sense about the forest and an uncanny ability to survive in nearly all types of conditions. Wolfie squirmed out of my grasp, dunking under. Daisy wasn’t thrilled to be wet, as the water was cold. She began to fuss.
“Hold still so I can get your face.” I wiped away the chocolate, but she struggled, moving her head from side to side. “I know. I’m almost done.” Wolfie emerged in a shallow part of the river, holding something slick and black. The fish flapped wildly, but his grip was firm. “Well, look at that.”
“Grrr…grrrr…ggrrrr…”
I pointed in the other direction. “Go to your mommy. Give the fish to Leslie.”
His black eyes glinted, as water poured from his fur. “Grrr…ggrrrooaarrr…”
I stepped over rocks that dug into my feet. “Let’s head back.” Wolfie shook himself out, as water flew around him. This was a common Sasquatch maneuver, but he nearly fell over, because his tiny body wasn’t strong enough yet to support him. “Come on, squirt.” He ran on ahead.
As with most nights at the shelter, each tribe member was responsible for their own children, firstly, and then lending a hand with the dinner preparations. The stew had simmered for hours; the smell was delicious. Campfire biscuits had been made, and the berries were rinsed and ready to be eaten. We settled in around a blazing fire, while the air chilled slightly, even in the middle of summer.
Daisy ate solid foods now, but I had to cut everything into small pieces. Wolfie’s fish had been grilled, and he shared it with us. Lendal and Bubba Jr. were as rambunctious as always, kicking a soccer ball and squealing and laughing.
Leonard sat nearby, while Pooky was across camp, looking sheepishly contrite. He’d received a pounding in the woods earlier from my angry lover. I doubted the chastisement would stop him from seducing me in the future. Daisy began to fuss after dinner, and I picked her up, heading for the tent.
Wolfie followed me, grunting with each step.
“You’re so tired.” I placed her on a blanket, and Wolfie scooted in, his nose in her neck.
“Goodnight you two.”
“Ggrrr…grrrr…grrr…”
“You take care of Daisy.” My daughter giggled and cooed, her fist closing around a handful of fur.
They would play for a while before sleeping. I zipped the tent closed behind me.
The noxious smell of cannabis lingered in the air; the festivities had already begun. Lendal and Bubba Jr. had gone to their shelter. Dale and Kat had left to enjoy one another in the woods, which they did most nights. Their bond had strengthened after Archie’s death. Losing her son had devastated Kat, and Dale had been with her every second to offer comfort and support. They were so in love, that, at times, I was nearly jealous of the affection they shared. There wasn’t a waking moment when they weren’t together, engaged in mundane activities, yet always within inches of the other. The imminent birth of her baby would bond them forever.
I moved by Leonard, and he grabbed me, dragging me onto his lap. “Porsche,” he rasped.
“Yes?” I wrapped an arm around his neck. He flicked his tongue out, licking the side of my face.
“Stop that.”
“Puurrrr…purrrr…” His chest vibrated softly. I kissed him, while his cock twitched beneath me.
The vibe had begun to morph into something carnal, as was typical after a meal. The adults sat by the fire, watching the flames, but the undercurrent of arousal hummed in the air, gaining strength.
From the sultry gleam in Leonard’s eye, it would be just a matter of seconds before I found myself without my clothes on.
Leslie glanced at me. “I wonder what’s on the agenda?”
“That’s a tough one.” She grinned teasingly.
Bubba puffed from a lengthy pipe, as smoke drifted above his head. He wasn’t the most talkative Sasquatch, but when he spoke the tribe scrambled to do his bidding. Being the leader and the oldest ape gave him seniority, and his word was law.
He patted the pelt before him. “Leslie,” he said gruffly. “Come here.”
She slung long, brown hair over her shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
I’d heard them talking often, and I knew that they communicated in private. Bubba’s vocabulary was extensive, but, for some reason, he chose to keep this knowledge to himself. With the group, he preferred to grunt and gesture.
His cock had stiffened, pushing through matted hair. “Suck Bubba.” His voice was deep and raspy.
“It wouldn’t be a campfire without fellatio.”
“Not with these guys,” I giggled.
Leonard’s hand was on my back, rubbing gently. “Show me your boobies, Porsche.”
I asked teasingly, “Haven’t you seen them before?” He nodded, grinning slightly. Pooky dared to scoot closer, his eagerness evident. “Are you going to play nice with Pooky?”
“Gggrrrooaarrr…”
“Leonard?”
He grimaced. “I play nice. We both play with Porsche.”
That thought sent a rush through me. Tonight was going to be fun.