continued to pour his pleasure into the pool, his groans echoing around us.
“That was highly successful.” Leslie grinned.
“Poor Harry. He looks jealous.”
She eyed him with consideration. “He has potential.”
My gaze rested on his cock. “Um…yeah.”
“I guess we could…do something for him.”
“We should. It would be unfair to leave him out.” I eyed her. “You haven’t had an orgasm yet.”
“Nope.”
“What are we gonna do about that?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Harry watched us eagerly, his expression hopeful. He waded over, coming up behind Leslie. His thick, furry hand closed around Leslie’s throat, drawing her head back and exposing her neck. He growled, kissing her, while she clung to him.
“Oh…this one’s a seducer all right. He knows what he’s doing,” she breathed.
“You might want to just let him do whatever he wants to you.”
“Maybe…but Bubba died.”
“It’s sex, Leslie. No one would think any less of you for enjoying him.”
Harry, who could understand us perfectly, held Leslie, his mouth attached to her throat, sucking and leaving bruises. He grasped her, dragging her with him to the water’s edge, where she found herself facing a rock. The horny ape lifted her slightly, exposing the curves of her buttocks. She looked like a pale goddess with long, wet hair hanging down her back. The sexy form of her body, the luscious breasts, trim hips, and slender legs were his to do with as he pleased, and he took advantage of this by rubbing the tip of his cock against her.
“Oh, my!”
Leonard slid into the water, wading towards me. He drew me into his arms, and I rested my chin upon his shoulder. “See. They make good couple.”
“I guess you’re right about that.” He grunted in reply.
Harry took Leslie from behind, driving into her while holding onto her hips. She took as many inches as she could, grasping the rock for support, while he pleasured them both.
“Omigod!”
I knew sex with Bubba typically consisted of blowjobs, seeing that the older ape hadn’t been in the best physical shape. When we had defended ourselves from the Bigfoot hunters, he had fought admirably, and, perhaps, the exertion had been too much. It had taken him weeks to recover, and then he had died of a heart attack. Harry was younger, agile, and strong. He could give Leslie everything she needed and then some.
His raspy breathing filled the air, while he drove deeply, smacking his balls against her pussy.
Leonard and I floated in the center of the pool while they carried on. The members of Harry’s tribe watched us from a distance. I was grateful that they hadn’t intruded. Leslie wasn’t ready for an all out orgy. Giving in to Harry had taken a lot of persuasion and a healthy dose of Sasquatch seduction.
“Ooohh…ooohhh…”
The younger ape was determined, yet patient, thrusting quickly for a few strokes and then slowing for several more. This combination sent Leslie over the edge, as her moans indicated. She mumbled something incoherent, and, while she shuddered, her orgasm had arrived full force. She’d collapsed against the rock, while Harry continued to use her, the long, wet shaft plundering thoroughly. He paused then, buried halfway, and groaned. A deluge of semen poured from her, like rivers running down her inner thighs. The slightly sulfur smell of the hot spring now held the musky underpinnings of Sasquatch spunk.
“That was pretty darn successful.”
Leslie groaned in reply. Her wet hair had fallen across the rock. Harry smacked her butt, grinning.
“Ouch.”
He grabbed her, drawing her into his arms. “I like you,” he rasped. “I think I stay with this tribe. I want you to be my woman.”
“You sure have some nerve manhandling me, bubby.”
“Gggrrooaarrr…”
I glanced at Leonard, who seemed to be smiling without moving his mouth. “Good solution.” He grunted his approval. “Good match.”
Leslie gave him the evil eye. “We’ll see about that.”
We swam for a short while longer, and then got out. It was the middle of the night and the children would be awake early. I followed Leonard and Harry on a path that only the Bigfoots recognized.
Their sense of direction was as keen as their sense of smell. I glanced at Leslie, who was busy threading fingers through her hair, trying to untangle the worst of the knots.
“He isn’t too bad.”
“He’s all right.”
I nudged her with an elbow. “He’s better than all right. He’s even cute, all things considered. He’s not as grizzled as Bubba was.”
“Don’t talk about Bubba.”
“Sorry.”
“I have to take things slow. I still don’t know what I’m doing. Maybe I’ve been out here too long.”
“You’ve gone through a rough time, Leslie. It’ll take a while to get over him.”
“So much shit’s gone down this year. It’s been one thing after another. I miss the days when it was just orgies and food.” She smiled slightly.
“Things will settle now.”
“Everything changed again.”
“Sorta, but I’m still here. Leonard and Dale and Pooky are still here.”
“Yeah.”
I hugged her. “There’s potential in that ape.”
She eyed Harry, who seemed to know we were talking about him. He glanced at her over his shoulder.
“Perhaps.”
Chapter Eight
Something encouraging happened that night after we arrived back at camp. Leslie crawled into the tent, and Harry followed a moment later. I waited for her to scream and send him out, but silence ensued.
Leonard had come up behind me. “They’re good,” he rasped.
“I guess so.”
Most of the visiting apes were still by the fire, lying on blankets and pelts. Dale and Kat were together at the edge of the camp. Dale had seduced me years ago, and Leonard had been jealous. I hadn’t been intimate with Dale in a long time, as he chose not to participate in orgies, preferring to lavish attention on Kat only. They were an adorable couple, and their baby would hopefully be the first of many purebred Sasquatches.
As Leonard disappeared into our tent, I took a moment, staring at my surroundings and
appreciating the fact that a lot had indeed changed over the years. Sasquatches who had been near and dear to us were no longer alive, and others had moved on. We had been through one ordeal after another since winter, and yet, here we were. I patted my belly, knowing I was pregnant. If I could get through the first trimester and not miscarry, the outcome was hopeful. Lendal needed a brother. Daisy would love a hairy little plaything. With Wolfie in the mix, the next generation of Sasquatches was well on the way. We had endured, despite it all.
I joined Leonard in our tent with Daisy cocooned between us. I lay next to my family, covering myself with a blanket, and closed my eyes. The sound of clanging pots and pans woke me. Someone had left the opening undone, and streams of light fell upon my face. I glanced around, finding myself alone. Sliding on my shoes, I crawled out, facing the bright sun that shone down through the branches.
Leonard held Daisy on his lap, as the baby drank from a sippy cup. Zelda had made pancakes, and the other
