A Night with Sasquatch

A Night with Sasquatch

My boss, a Mr. Giles Catapano, requested my attendance at a company fundraiser. He told me it was a costume party and that all of his "important" employees were expected to attend. I'll admit that I was flattered to be considered "important" to him. I jotted down the word "important" on a hot pink post it note. I stuck it to my bathroom mirror as a morale booster, an affirmation, a small gesture to remind myself that I had worth, that my existence mattered.

My relationship with Mr. Catapano has had its ups and downs in my three long years working there. He often makes me uneasy with mixed messages that I sometimes let undermine my confidence. I don't know if it's a power trip thing, or what, but it does fuck with my head. In lieu of his invitation and my insecurities around our relationship I wanted to impress him with whatever I was going to wear. I wanted to look good. Despite this desire my mind labored to come up with ideas and I was, underneath my stoic facade, a bit peeved that my hoped for relaxing weekend was being undermined by a mandatory company party. I had a nervous tension in my belly. On top of that I hate dressing up, it just isn't my thing and this was exacerbating my somewhat frazzled nerves. I'm not a creative guy. I don't like costume parties. I'm a bit shy and, at my age, it all felt juvenile.

My palms began to sweat. In my quiet desperation I decided to explore my storage area which was in the carpark of my apartment building. I knew that I had nothing so far as a costume was concerned. I hate extraneous possessions, I'm frugal. I run a tight ship. My storage was meager and practical, no costumes. My only hope was that, about a year ago, the landlord, a swarthy but decent man by the name of Mr. Brigg, had told me that a previous tenant, who went by the name Ferny, had broken contract and moved out hastily. Mr. Brigg had some dark suspicions about his quick departure adding angrily that the man was a worthless, drug infested creep who never paid rent on time and made many of the other tenants anxious. I vaguely remembered him. He went on to tell me that Ferny had left some of his belongings in storage and that he planned to get rid of them. Mr. Brigg wanted the Ferny chapter done. He said I was welcome to have whatever was there but to get rid of anything I didn't want. He made a joke about me discovering some sort of treasure like on the "Storage Wars" shows. I had my doubts. I thanked him and let him know I was interested and that I'd take care of it. I did previously move Ferny's bins into my area but I had never opened them.

I wandered down into the subterranean garage. It always smelled the same, like an oil spill with hints of lint and laundry detergent from the line of washers and dryers adjacent to it. I opened the door to my cabinet and pulled out two medium sized plastic containers, the black ones with yellow tops, everybody knows those things. I opened the first one only to find odd stationary with illegible scribblings and doodles on them. Underneath that I found some women's under garments, lots of them. They reeked of cheap perfume and many appeared to be soiled in the crotch. Ferny was creepier than I thought. I fought off the dark urge to examine them more closely. I put them back, along with the eerie stationary, and sealed the container. I opened the next one. On top I found a couple of authentic Indonesian sarongs folded neatly. They had beautiful patterns and were very soft to the touch. I removed them. My excitement was then piqued by the sight of what appeared to be fur. I touched it warily. It felt real. I reached down further and pulled whatever it was out. It was quite heavy and I immediately realized that it was an animal suit of some sort. A gorilla? Instantly, I was intrigued. Lo and behold it was a fucking costume! What kind of crazy luck? I couldn't believe it. It looked to be about my size. It was then I saw a lifelike mask lying on the bottom of the container. It wasn't a gorilla. It appeared to be more of a Bigfoot face, a Sasquatch. Jesus! I felt like I had struck gold. There was no terrible scent to it, just a little musty. It wasn't gross. Could I wear such a thing? To a company party? I inspected the suit momentarily and then, deciding I'd be a fool not to use it, put it in a good sized trash bag. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught by one of the other tenants carrying such a strange and childish thing. What would they think? Appearances and facades are important to me. I like to be seen as a normal guy with no suspicious quirks. My whole life I've gone overboard to maintain that. I think it has to do with being raised by a narcissistic mother in a house where everything looked good but nothing ever felt good. Growing up like that turned me into a man that always presents a fine exterior while, in reality, deep down, I constantly wonder if all is right and okay in the world.

I cleaned up the bins and locked my storage cabinet. The underwear and the stationary had to go. They didn't fit my facade. I would have to dispose of them another time. I retreated to my apartment. The party was scheduled to begin at six o'clock and that time was quickly approaching. I normally walk to work and it was my plan to walk there tonight. Proximity to my job is one of the main reasons I had rented this apartment, it simplifies my life greatly. The route I take each day begins as city but then cuts through a natural area that connects to a business park where my office is. It's soothing to walk through the trees and nature before spending the rest of the day under fluorescent lights. I laughed to myself at the thought of any unfortunate souls I might encounter on my way there. Seeing a Bigfoot walking through the nature trails could be traumatizing. It intrigued me. I started to feel good about it. A little raucous anonymity and adventure might be just the excitement my recently lackluster life was craving. It would be good to step out of my usual mundane routine.

I decided it would be fun to get high, you know, smoke a bowl, shower, have a drink and then set off for the party. I began to get excited. I smoked, showered, and then made a stiff drink of tequila, lime and maple syrup with a bit of ice. I guzzled it down and then put on the suit. Luckily, being early fall, the weather wasn't hot. It was a temperate day, perfect for wearing a Big Foot suit. I tried the costume on and was relieved to find that it was quite comfortable. It had a faux silk lining and a discreet zipper running up the front that remained hidden by fur when fully engaged. I put on the mask which wasn't quite as comfortable as the suit but not as stuffy as I had feared. My vision through the eyeholes was clear and decent. I stepped in front of a full length mirror, my brain now swamped by marijuana and the slight courage of tequila, I looked amazing. All in all it was frighteningly realistic. I began to fantasize about being the hit of the party as I a primped and preened in front of the mirror. The suit made me look big, ripped really, like a primate super hero. I decided to have one more drink, one more toke, and then I would begin the daunting, twenty minute walk to the party.

After another puff and guzzle I put my mask back on. I howled at my reflection in the mirror. I looked stunning. I couldn't stop laughing. I looked at the clock and realized that if I left now I would be about ten minutes late. That seemed perfect. A Big Foot would never be punctual. They don't give a shit about clocks. I gathered my keys and my pipe. The suit had large pockets sewn in that were impossible to detect. I walked outside and locked my door. I wandered down the stair well. Luckily, or not, I saw no one on my way down. What would they think?

Once on the street I picked up my pace. I was feeling stoned and slightly self conscious as the reality of what I was doing struck me. Cars honked occasionally and random people stared and moved away. My mind was swirling in a tequila soaked weed haze. I began to chuckle and it became difficult to stop my frivolous giggling. It took ten minutes to get to the nature trail and once I reached it I cut into the forest and immediately felt more at ease there, in my natural habitat so to speak. Before I knew it I was getting close and could see my office building gleaming in the distance through the trees.

My nervousness returned as I approached the party. The parking lot was almost full. Would people even know it was me? What would they think of a forty year old, single tech guy dressed as a Sasquatch? Oh well, it was beyond time for that kind of thinking. I was committed. I approached the door and let myself in. I ended up being fifteen minutes late and was surprised to find that the party was in full swing. The first person I saw was Mr. Catapano. He looked at me incredulously.

"Who the fuck are you?" He howled. "That suit is amazing. If I didn't know better I'd kick your hairy ass out of here for safety reasons!! Jesus fucking Christ!"

I chuckled through my mask.

"Who do you think it is Mr. Cat?" I replied brashly. "I'm a god-damned Big Foot. You invited me!"

He laughed and I knew he had recognized my voice.

"Fuck me standing, Chad! That is amazing. That's the best costume here by a long shot. Did you walk all the way here in that god damned thing?"

I could tell Mr. Catapano was already a bit tipsy. He was fond of drink, he was particularly fond of rum and liked to mix it with watered down guava juice. I could smell the guava on him. He was dressed as a pirate and his breath smelled like a slightly toxic tropical breeze. Giles had a terrible habit of chewing on his tongue like it was gum. It always bothered me. It was gross. I don't know if it was a nervous glitch or a learned behavior but he was doing it now like a cow chews it's cud.

"Ya, Cat, I walked all the way here in this thing. It was weird but strangely exciting, man. This suit gets a lot of unique reactions, fear, dismay, pity, wonder, the list goes on. The party looks great! I need a refreshment. I can even drink with this mask on, it's pretty fucking incredible."

For the next couple of hours I drank, ate, danced and chatted. I felt like the life of the party. People loved the costume, it was a hit. I felt pretty good about myself. My facade was brought to a quirky new level. The nervousness I had felt earlier dissipated long ago. I had let down my guard and I feel like Giles could sense that. He seemed to let his guard down too and I actually felt like we had reached what felt like an understanding, a respect. It felt good. I was glad I had come and was thankful for Ferny's suit. The party was scheduled to end at ten. I had been drinking ever since I arrived and I was starting to feel it. Joanie, a thirty-something co-worker of mine, a sexy little secretary, had hit on me the whole night.

"I've always wanted to fuck a Big Foot." Her face was nearly pressed up to my ear. "My little pussy is on fire just thinking about it. Maybe we can hang out sometime and you can wear that suit for me, and, you know, maybe you could ravage me like a wild beast!"

She giggled and sauntered off. She was definitely drunk but I could sense she was also telling the truth. I've always kind of wanted to fuck her. She has that loose kind of appeal, sultry and easy.

"I hope you don't regret that request, Joanie." I stammered through my mask feeling wild and free, making sure she heard every word. "I won't forget what you said! You just let me know when and where, baby!!"

She looked back and blew me a kiss as she walked away. My penis had risen from her comment. Luckily the suit was heavy enough to keep it from being too obvious. It felt good. I began to fantasize about ravaging Joanie, fucking her from behind in my suit and then my head got a bit woozy. I had been in costume for hours now and the mask had reduced my oxygen intake. A strange cold sweat enveloped me. I needed fresh air. I had the sudden impulse to go home and get out of this hairy blanket. I slapped my face and made my way to the door. I was getting dizzy. I didn't say goodbye to anyone, I just stumbled outside and left. The cool air felt refreshing. I quickly began to come back to my senses.

The park trail was just a short way across the parking lot. My mind cleared and my vigor returned. I almost forgot that I was in costume. I got about halfway through the park, all the while thinking vile thoughts about defiling Joanie, when I went slightly off trail. As I did my foot kicked into a big mound of soft dirt causing me to trip and hit the forest floor. I braced the fall with my hands though ended up knocking my forehead slightly on a broken branch. It stunned me. I sat there for a moment trying to get my bearings. Not a second later I felt a harsh burning near my ankle. The sensation began to spread up my legs. I began to feel what I assumed were little bites that then began to sting.

"What the fuck?" I screamed.

I stood up and began to dance about. I was writhing inside of the suit. I hadn't worn anything underneath it, not even underwear. The terrible sensations continued unabated. I was going crazy. I pulled off my mask and dropped it. I then ripped down the zipper and began to extricate myself. I started to pull my left arm out of the suit but it got stuck. I panicked and began to twirl around in a frenzy feeling like I was now hogtied. I began to sweat, grunt, growl and moan. I tripped again and fell into some brambles cursing madly at the poking thorns when I heard two cat like screams.

"Oh my god, Theresa!! What the fuck is that?"

There in front of me now, in the light din of city lights from the perimeter of the park, were two young women in full clubbing apparel. They were standing back from me somewhat aghast and distraught.

"It's like a big, hairy snake shedding its skin in front of us Kim!" The other girl bellowed, her thin voice piercing the autumn night. "Oh, fuck, and there is his snake!! He's shaking it around!!"

I realized that my suit was now below my crotch line. I didn't care. I had to get it off.

"Should I get a stick and hit him Theresa?" The first girl replied. "Maybe he's a criminal! A pervert! Whatever he is, he's a freak. That's obvious! Only a freak would be dressed like that!"

"Girls!!" I shouted. "I'm sorry. I tripped on an ant hill. They're fire ants! I'm being eaten alive!! Oh, no, they're on my nuts! They're everywhere. Please help me!! I'm sorry. I'm not a freak, I'm not a weirdo!! I'm not a criminal! I'm just a normal guy! Please help me!"

"Not a weirdo?" Theresa screamed. "The fuck you aren't. What kind of suit is that? You scared the shit out of us! You're still scaring us. Why should we believe you, pervert!? You don't believe him do you Kim?"

"Not for a second, Theresa!" Kim screamed way too loudly for my liking. "HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPP! There's a pervert in the woods in a furry suit!! He could be dangerous!!!"

Kim was getting crazy, screaming like a mad woman. It scared me. The last thing I needed now was to draw attention to this already humiliating scene. My "facade gene" was kicking in heavy. At all costs I had to quell this nightmare. What if the police showed up? What if I ended up in jail on strange charges? I had heard stories where people's lives are forever scarred by inane, random happenings such as this. I needed to calm them down. Theresa began to be effected by her friend's screams. She started screaming too.

"Help!!" She wailed. "There's a pervert in the woods! He's scaring us!! Somebody, please help!!

Theresa picked up a soggy, dead limb and swung it at me. It hit my upper arm and broke in two. She chucked the piece that was still in her hand and began to scurry around looking for a better weapon. I looked at Kim and she was glaring like a demon right into my eyes. She had a silver flask in her hand. She raised it to her mouth, took a big swig, and then threw it straight at me. It careened off of my sweaty forehead breaking my skin. I felt a trickle of warm blood flow into my eye. It was a hell of a shot and hurt like hell.

"What the fuck! My god that smarts. I'm bleeding you asshole! Calm down girls! Please don't scream!! I'm wounded. Can't you see that!! I'm suffering and now I'm bleeding! I was at a costume party!" I screamed while swatting ants off of my now exposed crotch and legs. "I'll explain it all, please just help me. I'll make it up to you. I'll pay you. I hurt all over. I'm basically stark naked in the middle of this park except for these damned legs, I can't get them over my shoes.. It's like a bad dream! Am I dreaming? Are you guys real? Am I real?? One minute I'm having the time of my life at a party and the next I'm in some sort of surreal hell-scape being abused by strangers and insects! I don't live far. I've got to get these nasty little fuckers off of me!"

The girls got wide eyed when I raised my voice. It snapped them out of their violence and fear. Theresa dropped a large stick she had found to use as a club. They relaxed a bit.

"Thank you for listening." I said more calmly between desperate breaths. "I am telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, ladies. I need your help. Can you guys swat some of these fucking ants off of me. I can't get them all. They're incessant, they're angry, they're vicious! I need to stop the bleeding on my forehead. Oh, please Lord! And why'd you throw that flask at me?"

"Instincts!" Kim screamed. "You looked dangerous! If you could have seen what we saw you'd understand, fucker. I should be the one who's pissed. You made me waste the last of our schnapps! You should apologize!"

"I'm sorry, Kim. It was all a misunderstanding. A strange series of events. I get how it was traumatic for you. Can you see how it was traumatic for me?" I said sheepishly.

Neither of them answered me but, luckily, a dual expression of pity replaced their dual expressions of shock and hatred. They now looked at me as if I was a wounded puppy. All at once the vibration changed and a sweet concern from both of them took over, a feminine nurturing instinct emerged. Theresa jumped into action. She pushed me over, which wasn't hard to do in my state, and pulled my shoes off. They each then took a leg and pulled the rest of the suit off of my reeling body. I was now stark naked except for socks which they also took off of me being careful not to get any ants on them.

"Oh, fuck!" Kim squealed. "One of those little bastards bit me."

She brushed the ant off of her hand with a quick flick while mumbling profanities. Simultaneously they both donned their handbags like weapons. They came at me again. I grimaced and lurched backward. They began slapping at my legs, my ass, my cock, my balls, my torso, my back and anywhere else the ants had began to devour. The stings of their bags replaced those of the ants. I was still bleeding from my head, I was twisting and turning as they pummeled me mercilessly. I said nothing. I felt defeated. I just took the beating whilst swiveling around on my ass in the dirt and leaves until they finally stopped.

"Get up you freak!" Kim commanded. "Get away from their hill. Chuck the suit in the bushes, you can get it later. You said you live nearby? We'll help you get there. Here's a hanky for your forehead. Once the blood is off of you put my coat around your waist. Brush off the rest of the ants and then we should go. Who knows who'll show up after all of this commotion. That's our offer. We're gonna' trust you. I'd want someone to help me if I were in the same position."

Theresa looked at her incredulously with an open mouth.

"You didn't even ask me what I thought, Kim?" Theresa said somewhat angrily. She was getting loud again. "You just included me in this craziness! I don't want to be seen walking this pervert through the city! What the fuck?"

"Calm down, Theresa." Kim yelled back. "Don't fucking shout! We've already made a scene. Let's help this poor guy out. He's naked. He's vulnerable. You just want to leave him here?"

"I was thinking that, yeah!" Theresa replied, her voice still raised. "He dug his own hole! It's his problem!"

"Theresa," I said calmly. "Please don't yell anymore. Please. I understand what you're saying and you're right. This is my problem. I hate problems. I hate public madness like this. I'm just asking for a friend. I'd really appreciate your help, just this once. I promise I'll make it worth your while. I'll do anything. Just this once! I'd really appreciate it."

She turned to face me. I was nervous. I think it was my pitiful, beaten expression that finally broke her. She looked at me menacingly for a moment but then devolved into laughter. She started giggling. It was infectious and Kim started laughing too. Then I did. Before long we were all stuck in an endless loop of laughter, the kind that is hard to stop once you start. We went on for a few minutes, the three of us, standing in the dark woods laughing our heads off. The mood became lighter. Theresa began to purse her lips as if she was going to speak but then fell back into delirious giggles. It was then that I noticed just how attractive she was. Her hair was dark, curly and shoulder length. Her pouty, pink lips were moist and ripe. As she took off her jacket I noticed her small, perky breasts straining against a sequined top that framed her chest. She was muscular and taut. When I snapped out of my dreamy admiration of her I realized that my hands were still busy instinctively swatting a few remaining ants off of my somewhat cold, shriveled cock and balls. They both stared and smirked.

"Oh, geez! I hope you're a grower and not a shower!" She said as they both laughed.

"Oh, I am!! I'm a grower for sure, ladies!" I replied to their continued giggles.

Once I was relatively sure that all of the ants were off I took Theresa's jacket and covered myself. I remained bare foot. I got my keys and pipe out of my costume. I rolled my shoes, socks and mask inside of the suit and stashed it in the hollow of an old hickory tree.

"I'll come back for those later, girls. I just gotta' get home. I need relief. I can't believe this happened. I'm already feeling a lot better. The bites don't last that long. Can you hold my keys and my pipe? Thank you so much for not running away. I realize it wasn't easy or fun. It was shocking for all of us. I'm a good guy! I swear. I really appreciate it. You two are the best, my saviors. I owe you big time."

At that moment I felt a horrendous sting underneath my scrotum. I immediately dropped Kim's coat in a sudden and jerky movement that startled both of them. They watched wide-eyed as I grabbed my ball sack and stretched it upwards in search of the culprit. Looking down I could see the little fucker dangling there held up only by his wicked mandible that had lodged into my skin. Without warning Theresa moved in like a hawk and, with an open palm, swatted it into oblivion. The smack was loud and intense. In her belligerent attack she had whacked my left testicle which immediately began to ascend into my abdomen. I keeled over in pain.

"That wasn't necessary!" I bellowed. "I was about to grab it. I had it in my sights. What the..."

"I did what I had to!" She replied sternly. "My nerves are shot. It's dead. Get over it. You'll be fine! Be a fucking man! If you want our help you're going to have to deal with the way we do things. Problem solved!"

"Maybe for you." I countered, waddling around bent over at the waist like an invalid. "We were getting somewhere. I thought we were done. I'll man up. I can take the pain. I'm sorry. As I said before, you two are my saviors and I owe you big time. Thanks for getting the last ant. I hope it's the last."

Everyone relaxed and my testicle began to descend back down into its cozy sack. The pain subsided.

"I'm sorry again." I offered. "We should get going. I'll grab the jacket and cover myself. I feel pretty pitiful. I hate to be the specter, it's a childhood thing. Fucking childhood things, they're hard to get rid of. You guys have seen me at my lowest. That's hard for a guy like me. I can't imagine I've made a very good impression."

I chuckled and looked up at them with a shy smile and humble eyes.

"You're actually kind of cute. I guess this was entertaining, kind of a weird adventure. It did get dramatic. I'm sure we can think of someway for you to repay us." Kim said. "It's actually not a big deal, really, we were just walking home from a somewhat boring evening. In a million years I wouldn't have guessed we'd run into this chaos!"

We all laughed.

"My place is just about ten minutes due north, this way. My name is Chad. I'm very grateful." I said sincerely.

"You're right Kim! He is pretty cute." Theresa spoke. "It's hard to judge your package, though, due to the chilly night and all, but the rest of you ain't bad!"

"You're much too kind, Theresa." I blushed. "This is pretty embarrassing. You girls look amazing to tell the truth. I mean, if this had to happen, I'm lucky it was both of you who showed up. It took a minute, but I feel like we're on good terms now. I'm so glad. It was a rough introduction."

We began to walk towards my apartment. People stared and made a few lewd comments about my appearance. My inclination towards embarrassment and keeping up facades was outweighed by all I had been through, the pain, the humiliation. I was too exhausted to care. The girls told me to keep walking, to not pay attention, to just keep my head down and move forward. It felt like forever. My feet were getting sore. Then, at last, we were at my apartment building. We all walked up the stairwell together and they helped to keep me covered. Fortunately, I didn't see any of my neighbors. Kim handed me my keys and I opened the door. I had spent most of the day cleaning and was relieved that my place wasn't a mess. It was warm inside as I flicked the lights on.

"It's not much but it's cozy." I said. "Please come in. I'll get on some shorts and then I can make you guys a drink. I've got some weed, whatever you like. Or I could just give you some cash and you can be on your way. It's up to you."

The girls looked at each other slyly and smiled.

"After all that commotion I feel like we should relax for a bit, hang out and get warm before we have to go. You okay with that Theresa." Kim asked and Theresa nodded her head in agreement. "We'd love a drink and some pot. We love weed, Chad, but the only thing is that it makes us both horny. You sure you want to offer us that?"

I blushed. They both looked directly at me. I wasn't expecting that response, I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't that. I stood there staring back at them. As I did I noticed just how quirky and cute Kim was. She was more "alternative" than Theresa. She had longer hair that was straight and parted in the middle. She looked more natural, her skin was tan. She took off her jacket and was wearing a light, chiffon cashmere sweater. Her breasts were bigger than Theresa's and firm. Her face was aquiline, even somewhat equine in an intriguing way. Her lips were full and her smile was enchanting. She smelled lightly of pachouli, a scent that has always aroused me on a beautiful woman. It's dirty and earthy.

"Horny?" I blushed again. "Oh, wow. Smoke at your own risk, then. I mean, I guess I don't know how to respond. Um, ya, sure, let me load you a bowl."

They laughed and went into my small kitchen as I put some weed in the pipe. They found my tequila and some orange juice and ice. They made themselves a drink. They had cut a lime, squeezed it and chucked it into the glass. I then handed the pipe to Theresa.

"It's comfortable in here Chad. I like your place." She said.

She then raised the device to her lips and lit it. Kim watched her as she sucked the pipe forcefully. She filled her lungs and then let out the smoke with a big sigh.

"Yum. Where'd you get that?" She asked.

"I grew it up on the roof." I replied. "I can't stand that fucking dispensary weed. It messes with my head. I get demons on my eyelids when I go to sleep when I smoke that shit. I think they alter it."

"Homegrown?" She responded. "I'm impressed. That's kind of sexy. Now I see why you were wearing that Big Foot suit! You're a natural man. I like natural men. They're kind of hard to find these days."

"I guess I've got a bit of nature in me." I said sheepishly. "But I do work for a tech company geeking out with computers and all that crap. Balance is key."

They laughed.

"Mmm..." Kim said. "A natural geek. I like that combination. I've never really thought about that before."

"I like it too." Theresa chimed in. "That's sexy."

Kim then grabbed the pipe and took a big hit. It was delightful to watch her inhale and then blow the smoke out through her mouth and nose. She did it like a pro, like that was what she did all the time. I began to get aroused watching these two women. I could tell the weed was starting to invade their brains and bodies. They got giggly, and touchy, and feely. They had moved to my couch and were sitting there sipping their drinks, talking and laughing. They got quiet and whispered into each other's ears for a few moments before Kim began to speak.

"Why don't you join us on the couch, Chad." She said seductively as she patted the space between them. "I'm sure you could use some relief after your desperate struggle in the dark forest."

"Are you sure, ladies?" I queried. "I've got to be quite a bit older than you both."

"I like older men." Theresa said somewhat sternly. "They tend to be more experienced, more thoughtful and confident. Mmm... confidence. They tend to be deeper if you know what I mean, not so superficial as the younger guys. Why don't you just quit quibbling and come sit down."

I shyly did as I was told when I remembered what they had said about confidence. I pushed out my shoulders and chest, I took a deep breath and strode towards them making myself big. I sat down between them and Kim pushed the pipe to my lips.

"Suck on this, Chad." She commanded.

I put my lips around the pipe as she flicked the lighter. I drew in a large hit and held it momentarily in my lungs. As I released my drag Kim moved towards my face.

"Blow it in my mouth, Chad." She whispered seductively.

She opened her beautiful mouth and I placed mine to hers. I exhaled into her as she sucked in the smoke. Before she released it she flicked her tongue into my mouth. The sensation went straight to my groin. My penis began to fill with blood.

"Oh, look!" Theresa said. "He is a grower!"

They giggled. Kim turned her head and blew her hit out, coughing slightly.

"That was a big one." She smiled.

She then reached towards my shorts and pulled the fabric upwards exposing the tip of my cock.

"Mmm. Your head is fat, like a mushroom!" Her eyes were wide.

My penis continued to expand as Theresa suddenly leaned in and placed her mouth to mine. Her lips were soft and full, her scent was intoxicating. Her nipples became pronounced as our tongues began to get acquainted. I then felt Kim's hands move to my shirt and begin to pull it upward and over my shoulders. I raised my arms and felt her tongue go straight into my armpit which surprised me.

"You smell like a natural man." She cooed. "Pheromones. I like musky men. Are you naturally like this or was it your special suit that caused it?"

"I'm not sure, Kim." I replied. "Who knows? I've never thought about it. I guess that's just how I smell. Jesus Christ that feels good."

Kim returned to my armpit and began to lick it seductively. The sensation was outrageous as was the situation. I had gone from really bad luck to extremely good luck in a very short time. Theresa moved off of the couch and told me to raise my hips. As I did she removed my shorts and my cock sprang forward hitting my belly.

"Your shaft is thin, somewhat long, and that helmet of yours looks massive in comparison. It's like a large plum sitting on a flute like bamboo chute. It's kind of sexy, kind of weird. Oh, god, it's hard."

She grabbed my shaft and began to stroke it while her mouth danced back to mine. Kim was lost in the fur of my underarm basically making out with it, something I had never experienced before. She was starting to writhe as her her arm snaked down between her legs, her skirt now pulled up to her waist. She began to rub herself. I looked down, peering, with my tongue still in Theresa's delightful mouth, and could see Kim's wild bush poking out of the sides of her beige, somewhat see through panties. I love a woman who lets her fur grow. The sight was arousing to say the least. Her face was still buried in my pit, her tongue matting down my own hair there. She began to rub herself in earnest. Theresa moved away from me and over to Kim. She tapped the side of her ass. As she did Kim lifted her buttocks as her friend gently pulled her panties off. Kim did not stop her mystifying antics. She didn't lose a beat either in my armpit or with her now frantically stroking hand on her sex and clit. Theresa sat back down next to me and grabbed my cock again. We then began to kiss, her short, yet firm, soft tongue penetrating my mouth in little bursts. She squeezed my penis hard and a languid dollop of clear fluid appeared from my slit.

"I need it in my mouth." She whispered. "I want to lick your fat head and suck your cock."

She gave me a final stab with her tongue and then moved down to my rigid appendage. The head of my cock was purple. She licked the clear fluid and sighed deeply.

"I love the taste of that shit." She said nastily. "I'm a dirty whore for that slippery fluid."

Her mouth engulfed me. I began to rub Kim's breasts. They were large and firm. I found her nipple and began to pinch it between my thumb and finger which sent an electric charge through her.

"Oh, my god, Chad," she breathed, "that's going to make me cum! Pinch it! Oh, yeah. Keep your armpit right where it is. Pinch my fucking nipples."

I pinched her now elongated nipple with vigor. She kept lapping at my armpit. Her breathing became frantic as she continued to inhale my scent. Her body twisted and then began to stiffen until, at last, she convulsed. Her body shook. She whimpered and sucked at my fur. She made crazy little noises that I had never heard before as if she were a feral animal. I watched her orgasm in amazement. This young, incredibly sexy woman was releasing completely, letting go primally. A small squirt of fluid shot out of her cunt and onto the couch and floor. She twitched and moaned until her body went limp. She was suddenly spent. A couple of aftershocks rippled through her lean frame. She continued to suckle the fur and skin in my underarm but in a much more tempered way now, mewing like a milk drunk baby. I had almost forgotten about myself when I looked back down to see Theresa still between my legs, her pouty little mouth wrapped around the somewhat obscene head of my penis, her dark curls bobbing up and down to her rhythm.

"You feel so fucking good on my cock, Theresa." I said as the reality of what she was doing returned. "I can't believe that you're sucking me. Oh, your luscious little lips!"

Kim got up and wobbled slightly. She reached down and kissed my mouth. I could taste my "pheromones" on her lips from all of her dirty business in my armpit. It was sultry. Her skirt was now covering her bush. She walked to the bathroom and shut the door. Theresa continued molesting my penis. She held my elongated balls in her hand, rolling them and pulling on my scrotum. Her other hand moved to my chest as she pinched my left nipple. She was still completely clothed. She pulled her mouth off of me and began to stroke me firmly up and down.

"Your cock is so interesting, Chad." She said with a mischievous grin on her face, her eyes like laser beams. "I haven't seen one quite like it. Does it feel good what I'm doing to you? Do you like it? Do you like when I suck your big purple head? I wonder what that big bump would feel like inside of me? Do you like my teasing tongue on your shaft?"

"Yes, Theresa. I like all that fucking shit. I like the way you talk. I like the way you suck." I muttered between breaths. "I've never had someone do it like you. I like the way you like it. I like the way you pull on it. I like how you want it! Your beautiful mouth was the first thing I noticed about you in the woods tonight, so lush, so ripe, so moist. Your mouth feels like a filthy, wet pussy. Oh, my lord, you turn me on so much."

Theresa smiled at me and blushed slightly. She took me back into her mouth and pulled at my turgid helmet. She then used her teeth on it, just lightly scraping along the edges of my head. She moved her mouth down to my balls and pulled one into her mouth. She brought it backwards stretching my loose sack. I lifted my ass slightly and she went lower, sticking her face towards my perineum. She lapped at it. I raised my legs and she pushed them back. My anus was now exposed. She rubbed my cock as her nose pushed against my asshole. I felt her tongue move into it.

"You're musky down here." She said. "I feel so nasty licking your ass. Oh, god, you like it don't you? You like my tongue in your asshole don't you!"

"Yes. I like it. Oh, it feels so fucking good. Probe it! God, you're so dirty! I love dirty girls. Oh fuck, I love you girls!"

At that moment the bathroom door opened and Kim appeared. She had shed the rest of her clothing. Her eyes opened wide when she saw Theresa's face buried in my butthole, her tongue flicking in and out, her hand pumping my cock.

"Oh, you nasty girl!" Kim said. "That's so fucking repulsive... and sexy. Oh, yeah, lick him! Lick his little asshole, baby!!"

Kim moved towards us. I was in heaven. I felt a slight stirring in my balls. My cock was leaking profusely. Theresa was using my seminal fluid as lube to rub me. Kim lowered herself behind Theresa and began to rub her shoulders. She then moved her hands up to my chest and tweaked my nipples. As she did Theresa looked into her eyes and they kissed. It was a depraved kiss. Their tongues lashed together. It didn't last long. Theresa moved back to my ass. She sucked on it. As she did Kim moved up and over me. She put a leg on either side of my body, facing me. She pushed her thick bush onto my mouth and told me to lick her. Her pussy was wet, it was slippery. It smelled like pure sex. She held my head and mashed herself against me. She was being rough. It hurt a bit but I just kept my tongue out and endured the pain. She pulled my hair and used me like a tool. She rubbed her pussy over my flask wound. Once again this distracted me from the sensations Theresa was delivering to my cock and anus. I could feel it and it felt good but it wasn't going to make me cum. I didn't want to cum at this point. I never wanted this to end. These two young, mysterious, beautiful women were every fantasy I had ever had wrapped into one.

Kim kept plowing my face. I had some of her pubic hair in my mouth and teeth but didn't care. She rubbed her clit and lips all over my head, into my hair, back down and then just kept repeating the whole process. I could hear her breathing become more rapid again until it seemed as if she wasn't breathing at all. She paused momentarily and then she twitched slightly. She held my mouth in place on her clit and told me to suck it. I sucked her erect, little nob as well as I could under the circumstances. Her shaking continued until she let out a long, wicked moan. I was worried what the neighbors would think but quickly abandoned any worthless concerns. Who fucking cares? As Kim's second orgasm of the evening consumed her a torrent of warm, clear fluid pulsed out of her slit. I don't know if it was urine, woman cum, or what? I just lapped at it. I drank it. I swallowed it. It felt like sacred juice, not something to waste. She trembled and shook more. I could barely breathe. As her body calmed she slid down my chest. Theresa removed her tongue from my anus but kept her small fist on my cock. She rubbed Kim's naked shoulders and then pulled her down as she guided my slimy, hard penis into her hairy opening. Before inserting it Theresa gave Kim a long good lick from her clit to her puckered anus. She then pulled her down and forced the purple, bulging head of my cock into her.

"Oh, yes!" Kim squealed. "Your helmet! Oh, it feels so nasty, that big bump, it touches me in crazy ways. It's like an animal cock! Oh, fuck me like an animal Chad! Fuck me like a dog!"

With that said she began to bounce up and down on me vigorously. Theresa was clawing at her back, massaging her shoulders and occasionally slapping her ass.

"Do me like you did him, baby." Kim commanded. "Lick my fucking asshole as I ride him!"

Theresa obeyed and began to move up and down with Kim as she probed her sphincter.

"Yes, fuck him Kim. Fuck him good. Make him cum. Oh, your little asshole is so furry. Oh, yeah, you taste so good, you're so pungent you dirty slut! Mmm... Fuck him!"

I began to thrust upward to match Kim's rhythm. Theresa matched it as well. It all became too much for me. Kim kissed my mouth, her long tongue nearly choking me, her breath hot and moist. She began to breathe crazily again. My own respiration became labored. My balls tightened, retreating into my groin. I could feel the knob of my cock being squeezed by Kim's tight, muscular cunt. She cried out and I felt the now familiar warmth of her effluent as she entered another delirious orgasm. Before I could do anything about it my shaft began to spasm. I started to cum. After all of the teasing, the rubbing and the leaking I had endured my swollen balls needed their release. I began to shoot into Kim. I must've squirt seven or eight times inside of her as her own liquids forced themselves out the other way.

"I can feel your cum!" Kim screamed. "I can feel you against my cervix. Squirt more! I want all of your cum. Give it to me. Fill my cunt! I want your swarthy, natural seed inside of me."

I gave her all I could. I shot everything I had into her. I could feel the muscles of her vagina contracting and milking out every last drop. She laid upon me, sweating and breathing hard. She felt so good on top of me. My cock was still hard, I wondered if it would ever subside. She lay there contracting for some time. She kissed me and laughed. Theresa was still down behind us. She just sat there watching intently, like a cat hunting for gophers, staring at the junction where my cock lodged inside of her friend. She rubbed around on Kim's ass with her hands. She brushed my balls with her fingers. She touched my thighs.

"The view from here is beautiful." She said. "I've never watched sex like that. It was so carnal. My pussy is drenched you guys. You all put on such a beautiful show. Kim, when you get up off of him, I want you to turn around and sit on the couch. I want you to spread your legs. I want to see his cum inside of you. I want to see his cum dripping out of you. I want you to show me, please. I've always wanted to see that."

Kim didn't reply. She kissed me one last time and then moved upward to release my still somewhat erect phallus. When it finally came out my large head made a popping sound. Kim held her hand to her pussy to contain the sperm so that her friend could see it. With her hand still between her legs she sat back down on the couch next to me and spread herself wide as she had been told to. Theresa grabbed my penis and licked it off. She sucked my deflating knob like a lollipop. I shivered. She then moved between Kim's legs and opened them wider. Kim's glorious bush was matted and disheveled. She removed her hand.

"Push, baby." Theresa whispered.

I put my arm around Kim and held her as she started to push. I could see her stomach move and feel her body tighten.

"Yes, keep going." Theresa spoke softly. "I can see it."

Kim pushed again.

"Oh, yeah, Kim, there it is. Keep going, girl!"

Theresa moved her mouth to Kim's ravaged pussy. I could see her tongue flick into it. She lapped at a little bit of the sperm in her opening. When Kim pushed again it was like a dam broke.

"Oh, my, yes, oh, god, yes, keep going." Theresa hummed. "Mmm... Yes, I want it all."

Theresa began sucking at Kim's opening. I could hear slurping, gurgling and swallowing. Kim turned her head to me and we began to kiss gently, softly, like we had been lovers for years. She smelled so good, her eyes glistened and were heavy. She looked as if she had spent the last eight hours hunkered down in an opium den in Laos. I stroked her cheek as we kissed and as Theresa continued to lick and clean her friend's most private part. It must've gone on for about five minutes before Theresa finally pulled her head away. She licked her lips and swallowed one last time.

"I think that is the most erotic thing I've ever done." She exclaimed. "That was sensual as fuck! Wow. Mmm... The two of you taste amazing together. I can't believe what I just witnessed. I can't believe what I just did. What an experience."

She then got up and put her face to both of ours. The three of us kissed awkwardly yet sweetly. A real warmth enveloped us. After a few minutes I felt myself begin to nod off after all the activity of the night. It was getting late. I was exhausted. I got up and went to my bed. I opened the sheets and patted the mattress. The girls got up and came over.

"You two aren't going anywhere tonight. You guys sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch. I might not ever let you leave." I joked. "The bed is far too small for all of us. We might as well be comfortable. You never came Theresa? Would you like me to help you? Everything just played out the way it did? Are you satisfied? I am beyond satisfied thanks to you!"

"Aw!" She said sweetly. "You're so kind. I actually feel like I came a thousand times. That was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Maybe I did cum? It doesn't matter. I just need to lie down. Everyone is delirious. And look at Kim, she's already out."

It was true. Kim had climbed into the bed and was now comatose, a veritable junky nodding out. She looked so demure laying there, so primal, so satiated.

"The next time we go Big Foot hunting I'll be the sacrifice!" Theresa said. "Kim was the sacrificial lamb tonight. I'll be looking forward to my turn!"

"Well, alright then, baby." I replied. "If you need me you know where to find me!"

"Okay, Sasquatch!" She laughed. "I do know where to find you."