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I stood watching, as three people
approached. I recognized Dr. Haynes. He was of medium build, wearing a baseball
cap. The man with him must have been his new assistant. His former assistant,
George, had turned out to be a spy for a secretive, well-financed Bigfoot
hunting group. They had attacked us twice, with devastating consequences.
Although armed and trained, they had been no
match
for
a tribe of angry Sasquatches. The government was still investigating the
incident, and they had kept the attack and the aftermath quiet.

“Holy shit!” shouted Shelly. “Look at
you guys.” She hugged Leslie. “You look great. I thought you’d be down and out
like
Maggy
by now.”

“Jeez…I’m not
that
old.”

“Who are these guys?”

Shelly hadn’t met the newer
Sasquatches, and they perked up, their noses sniffing the air. “Leonard’s our
leader now. Bubba died last year. This is Harry. He’s…my new guy.”

“
Omigod
!
Look at the little ones.”
Wolfie
ambled over,
grunting and snorting; his teeth shone, as he smiled. “What a cutie. Whose kid
is he?”

“He’s mine.
Lendal’s
Porsches’
and Bubba Jr.’s mine. Porsche had
Maggy
a couple of months ago.”

“You had another one?” Shelly eyed
Maggy
. “She looks like a stuffed toy. How cute.”

“You’re more than welcome to change
her.”

“No, thanks.” She hugged me. “How are
you?”

“Good and you? Weren’t you in Europe
or something?”

“I was. I almost got married, but it
didn’t work out.”

Harry and
Pooky
growled, their eyes flashing, as they glared at Dr. Haynes.

“Easy boys,” he said. “This is Steven
Vanguard. He’s cool.”

The newcomer held out his hand. “Hi,
nice to finally meet you.”

I shook it. “Hi.”

His inquisitive gaze drifted over
Maggy
. “You had a girl. That’s really amazing.”

“It is.” I sounded slightly detached.
I glanced at Shelly, who was receiving interested glances from Harry and
Pooky
. “I thought you never wanted to come out here again.”

“I didn’t. I’m between jobs, and I
thought I’d see if you guys were still hanging with the apes. I called Connor,
and he said I could come with them.” She grinned at Zelda. “Hey. You’re still
around too?”

“Oh, you know me. It’s hard to leave
after you’ve been
Sasquatched
.”

“What happened to
Maggy’s
sister? Where’s Dale?”

“Come, and sit with us,” said Leslie.
“We can tell you all about the drama. You won’t believe the shit’s that’s gone
down over the last two years.”

Chapter Five

Dr. Haynes had brought supplies. A
helicopter had dropped them off on the other side of the ridge, and there were
several duffle bags filled with provisions. Leonard and Harry had departed to
bring these items back, following the scent the visitors had left behind.

The sun had set, a fire blazed, and the
aroma of meat lingered. When the boys returned, the party truly began. Several bottles
of wine were opened and I had a glass, mindful not to have too much because I
was breastfeeding. Connor’s new assistant was attentive to the little ones,
having brought them toys.
Wolfie
sat on one side of
Steven, while Daisy was on the other with
Maggy
in
his lap. He’d picked her up repeatedly, eyeing her carefully. I knew they were
here to document the changes in the tribe and take blood samples and
measurements, among other things. The apes were monitored with tracking
devices. The government protected their existence, as we were a secret they
wanted to keep; however, there had been leaks, which had cost lives.

Lendal
and Bubba Jr. kicked a soccer ball, laughing.
This was one of their favorite activities. I was in Leonard’s lap, using him
like a chair, while I held a wine glass. The conversation was light, the
Sasquatches talking amongst themselves, grunting and gesturing. Being able to
understand what they were saying, I knew they were discussing our passage
south. The tribe they sought was isolated, not having a great deal of contact
with other Sasquatches or humans. They wanted to leave
Lendal
and Bubba Jr. with them, which was worrying. I knew I would have to say goodbye
to my son, but I didn’t realize it might be so soon. He was growing up, and he
would have to find a mate and breed.

Leonard nuzzled my neck, sniffing me.
“Good Porsche.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Zelda appeared. “Okay, Daisy.
Wolfie
. Time for bed.”

Wolfie
understood her perfectly, and,
instead of behaving, he ran around the fire causing a ruckus. He was about to
climb a tree when Harry grabbed him, smacking him on the butt. The little ape
squealed with delight, enjoying being a troublemaker.

Harry stomped through the camp with
Wolfie
in his arms, depositing him inside a tent. A black
nose appeared a moment later, as
Wolfie
eyed us. “Go
to sleep,” rasped Harry. “You caused enough trouble.”

“
Ggggrrrr
…”

“Come on, honey.” Zelda took Daisy’s
hand. “You go calm him down.” My daughter joined
Wolfie
,
disappearing inside the tent. They fussed and talked for quite a while before
they were quiet.

Steven watched these events,
seemingly astonished by our behavior. He had never seen Sasquatches in the
flesh. The first time I had met Leonard I’d been scared to death. I thought he
was going to kill us. His height, his features, and the glittering effect of
those black eyes had sent chills down my spine. These creatures could be
fearsome to behold, but I knew them as kind and attentive lovers and fathers.
They would never hurt their own, only outsiders who meant harm.

After
Maggy
began to fuss, Leslie brought her over, and she suckled on me, until her eyes
drifted shut. I put her to bed with Daisy and
Wolfie
,
who were now asleep in each other’s arms. They’d shared a bond since birth, and
they were the best of friends. The atmosphere shifted at camp then, the
occupants preparing for an evening of entertainment. I glanced at Shelly, and
she smiled knowingly. She’d volunteered to visit, not having seen the Bigfoots
in years, thus placing herself entirely in their power. Any woman entering a
Sasquatch camp had to know this.

She scooted towards me. “Not much has
changed.”

“Nope.” I glanced at Leonard, who had
lit a pipe, which was filled with cannabis.

“I can’t believe you’ve had so many
kids.”

“It’s not that many. Only three.”

“I never thought I’d be back here.”

“Why’d you come?”

She shrugged. “I wanted to see you
guys. Daisy’s adorable.
Maggy’s
adorable.
You seem happy.”

“I am. I have the best of both worlds.
I can be here as long as I want and then go home.”

“And you’re married.”

“But you get to travel and stuff.
You’ve been to Europe. I want to travel.”

“It was okay. I thought I was
gonna
get married, but then the
asshole was messing around on me. It’s still…painful.”

“I’m sorry, Shelly.”

“Thanks.” She stared at the ground.

“How long are you staying?”

“I’m not sure. As long as the
scientists, I guess.”

Shelly hated the woods. She loathed
the primitive conditions. It had been an adjustment at first, but I had gotten
used to living sparsely. My friend seemed unhappy. “You should come with us
tomorrow. I need the exercise to get the baby fat off.”

“I might. I’m thinking about it.
You’ve got a phone. I can always get picked up whenever.”

I nudged her. “It’ll be an
adventure.”

She looked thoughtful. “It’s never
boring with the tribe.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Pooky
glanced at us from the other side of
the fire, his eyes flashing with interest. He neared, sitting next to Shelly. I
grinned, knowing the horny ape had naughty plans. Leslie was with Harry, who
licked her neck, although she didn’t seem to mind.

Dr. Haynes got to his feet. “We
should call it a night.” He typically didn’t stay to watch our orgies. “We’re
hiking pretty early tomorrow.”

Steven glanced amongst us, noting the
change in circumstance, as couples had drifted together. He stood, brushing off
his pants. “Good night all.”

“Night,” I said. The Bigfoots ignored
their departure.

Zelda participated in our amusements
infrequently, preferring to sleep. She had disappeared inside a tent. We were
evenly matched, which was unusual, one ape per woman.

“Shelly-belly, you’re about to get to
know
Pooky
a lot better,” said Leslie.

“The best sex I ever had
was
with you guys.”

That statement was a surprise. “It is
good, isn’t it?”

Pooky
nuzzled her neck, sniffing and
nibbling. Her long brown hair was pushed aside, as he moved in for the kill.
“Oh, you have no idea…”

I sat on Leonard’s lap, his cock
having hardened under me. It left a sizable wet spot on the bottom of my
shorts. Leslie kissed Harry, their tongues meeting. The heat of the fire
tempered the coolness of the evening; the occasional twig snapped loudly. I sighed,
as Leonard grasped my breasts, pressing the mounds together. I was full of
milk, nearly overflowing, and he enjoyed suckling me, releasing the pressure.
My shirt was over my head, and I unhooked my bra, the abundance of my breasts
falling free. This action captured
Pooky’s
attention;
the horny ape gazed at the offering, his tongue licking the corner of his
mouth. I found myself in his clutches then, his face buried in my chest, while
he seized a nipple, drawing on the end of it, releasing a torrent of milk. Not
to be outdone, Leonard closed his lips over the other nipple, and milk began to
flow freely.

“Oh, Harry!” I glanced over at
Leslie, finding her naked and on her back with Harry between her thighs,
indulging in the softness of her pussy.

Having had enough milk,
Pooky
turned his attention towards Shelly, kissing her.

“You smell like milk,” she giggled.
“Gross.”

He grasped her t-shirt, pulling it
over her head. “Nice boobies,” he rasped.

She fought him playfully, pushing
against the wall of his chest. “No, you filthy ape.”

“
Ggggrrrr
….”

My shorts had been removed; Leonard’s
hoarse breathing filled my ears, as his excitement grew. The throbbing length
of his cock pressed into my bottom urgently. “Nice, Porsche. Nice.”

He never seemed to tire of me, no
matter how many years we had been together. “Oh, Leonard.” I was suddenly on my
back, while he dove between my legs, his lengthy tongue twirling and stabbing.
“Oh!” The intrusion was staggering, slippery and wet, while he laved deeply.

“
Omigod
!”
cried Shelly. She was on all fours with
Pooky
behind
her, his tongue buried in her pussy. “I sure did miss this!”

The three of us were pleasured in
nearly the same way, the Sasquatches knowing exactly how to fan the flames of
desire, bringing us blissfully to the edge. Leonard’s thumb pressed into my
nub, rubbing the little bump in sinuous circles. I glanced at the canopy of
leaves over my head, glimpsing the stars between the branches.

“Oh, God, Harry!” The spritely ape was
behind Leslie, driving into her, while she grasped the blanket for support. Her
breasts bounced with each thrust. “Oh, yeah…fuck me!”

Pooky
fell to his back, bringing Shelly
over him. She lowered onto his long, hard cock, the shaft embedding. “I really
did miss this!” Her hips began to move, thrusting back and forth over him,
while he moaned, the sound echoing in his lungs, primal and animalistic.

Leonard’s attentions had left me
breathless and on the edge of orgasm. I pushed against him, leaning over him,
while grasping the thick, wet mass of his phallus. He groaned, his eyes glazing
with lust. I suckled the tip, marveling at how large the crown was. The slit
leaked a stream of clear fluid, the musky offering teasing my senses. His hands
tangled in my hair, while his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

“Good, Porsche…good.”

Leslie screamed then, having reached
the pinnacle of what she could withstand, the climax tearing through her
system. I hardly paid anyone any notice, while I worked Leonard, but hands were
suddenly on my hips, lifting me to my knees. I assumed it was Harry, and,
before I could form another thought, he slid deep, his heavy balls smacking my
pussy.