Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (27 page)

Chapter Two

“Not at all. It could be
fun.”

“Oh.”

“What about us, Mr.
Vandekamp?” asked Darren. “If the chicks can drink, we should too.”

He shrugged. “You gotta ask
‘em. It’s their stash.”

“You’re so cool, Mr.
Vandekamp,” said Shelly, appreciation and awe shining in her eyes.

“Call me Doug.” He sat on
blanket next to me.

The party began in earnest
then, with Shelly sharing her whiskey, the sports bottle being passed around.
As we became more intoxicated, laughing and teasing ensued. Leslie sat with
Darren and Christopher, while Shelly and I were on the blanket with Cameron and
Mr. Vandekamp. I ended up sitting in his lap. I used him as a chair, and he
didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Shelly threw a blanket over
us before she’d gone into the cabin to refill the bottle. This allowed Doug to
wrap his arms around me, his hands rubbing my tummy. I was developing a serous
crush on Mr. Vandekamp. To my surprise, he seemed to not only want to flirt
with me, but perhaps even take it a little further. I grabbed his hand and slid
it into my panties. While the others talked about ghost stories and Bigfoot, I
enjoyed the feel of his fingers in my pussy, my stomach clenching with arousal.
I leaned into him and stifled a moan. His finger slid up and down over my clit
and then lower to drive into my hole.

“You feel really nice,
Porsche,” he whispered.

“Ooh, Mr. Vandekamp.”

“Doug,” he purred. “It’s
just Doug.”

Shelly had returned with the
drink, eyeing us knowingly. Christopher’s stepdad was a naughty daddy. His
finger in my pussy was driving me wild, as I quivered with pleasure and need.

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, bringing 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.”

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.