exploratory mission, covering a larger portion of the real estate. “Oh, you naughty apes.”
“Grrrooaarrr…”
It was hard to say who had uttered that growl, as all three seemed to be entirely focused on me. I glanced around, wondering where Leslie had gone, but she had disappeared with Wolfie. Pooky seemed determined to explore me further, his fingers grazing my inner thighs, drawing dangerously close to my pussy. Harry watched, licking his lips. Leonard’s cock pressed into my back, his heated breath near my ear.
“Porsche.”
That utterance sent seductive chills down my back. “Oh, you boys are in rare form.” Pooky had taken hold of my shorts, pulling them down my legs. “Pooky!”
“Ggrrrrrr…”
Leonard lifted me from his lap, holding me over his cock, which prodded my entrance. I’d hardly been prepared for sex, yet, as he slid into me, I opened to accommodate him quite easily. He lifted and lowered me, driving his shaft with persistence.
“Oh, my God.”
Not to be left out, Pooky held his penis, rubbing the engorged length while flicking his tongue against my clit. The feeling was outrageous, and sensations shot through me, heady and seductive.
Dale and Kat were oblivious to what was happening, Zelda had disappeared, and Leslie and Wolfie were gone. I was at the mercy of three amorous Sasquatches.
“Oooohhh…wow…God…”
Harry’s gaze was on where Leonard and I were joined. For having experienced little foreplay, my body hummed the steady tune of arousal, as my belly tensed with pleasure. I was lifted again, until Leonard fell from me. He turned me around facing him, and I sat on his cock, a good portion of it entering me. This position left me open for even naughtier things. Pooky, seeing an advantage, laved my little hole, leaving me dripping with wetness. He toyed at the entrance, running his finger over me.
“You guys are dirty today.” There was something exciting about a midday quickie, and these boys were more than ready for it. A hot, slinky tongue slid over me. “Oh!”
Harry, eager-eyed with enthusiasm, drew near, holding his impressive-looking member, which appeared succulent and wet. As I moved up and down on Leonard, I took him into my mouth, tasting the muskiness of his pre-cum. Leonard’s nose was in my neck, while his lips nibbled on my sensitive skin.
As Pooky entered me, I gasped in agony, while clinging to Leonard. The unpleasant feelings slowly diminished, replaced by a wild and heady rush. I felt outrageously full now; my entire pelvic region had been stretched to its limits. I tried my best to suck on Harry’s cock, although I continued to be bounced around, while Leonard’s hands spanned my waist, lifting and lowering me. The sounds of beastly grunting and groaning filled my ears.
“Oh, shit! You…dirty apes!”
Leonard was the first to find release, grunting and thrusting, while discharging a torrent of fluid, wetting himself. His cock remained rigid, lodged deeply and throbbing wickedly. Pooky nibbled on the back of my neck, his raspy breathing was harsh and shallow. The slow softening of Leonard allowed him further access, and he drove sharply, slapping his balls against my pussy. He’d reached around me, rubbing his finger over my clit.
“Oh!” The stimulation tossed me over the edge, my body convulsing with the climax that tore through me. I grasped Leonard’s fur, gripping him while I shuddered. “Shit! Ooohhh…”
“Good,” rasped Pooky. He sounded winded and ragged. “Good!”
Then he stiffened, jetting his seed into my anal cavity. This also began to gush from me, wetting Leonard further. The smell of hot, dirty sex lingered, along with the aroma of wet fur.
I was now able to concentrate on Harry, sucking on the engorged end of his cock, as if he were a lollipop. He grimaced, his eyes flashing with pleasure. Pooky and Leonard were lodged within me; neither phallus had fully diminished. They seemed in no rush to pull free, and I wasn’t going to demand that they do so. I was trapped in their sensual web, a hostage to my beastly lovers.
“Gggrrooaaarrr…”
Harry pulled from my grasp, massaging himself. He pointed the end at my face, and, a second later, a stream of whitish fluid discharged. I had to close my eyes. He groaned, while my t-shirt became sodden with musky- smelling Sasquatch semen. I collapsed against Leonard, who held me closely.
His nose was in my neck. “You good, Porsche.”
“I’m so messy now.”
“Good, sticky Porsche.”
“Oh, Leonard.”
Pooky smacked my butt. “We go find hot water.” Harry grunted in agreement.
I glimpsed Leslie out of the corner of my eye. She had her hands on her hips. “Uh-oh.”
“Really? In the middle of the day? The boys could’ve seen you.”
The Bigfoots grinned sheepishly. As Leonard got to his feet, he held me to him, lifting me in his arms. “We find water.”
“All of you are already in hot water.”
“They’re just blowin’ off steam, Leslie.”
She glanced at Harry, giving him the evil eye. “Uh-huh.” He looked contrite. “What do you have to say for yourself, buddy?” He shifted his feet, appearing younger than his years. He’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, but I doubted he would apologize.
Zelda appeared, holding a bucket. “You go clean up, boys. Then I need you to get more firewood.”
“Can you believe this? In the middle of the day!”
“Aw, hon. It’s to be expected. Don’t pay it no mind. You would’ve joined them, if you’d been around.”
Leslie glared at Harry. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” He stared at his feet, avoiding her angry expression.
Leonard held me close. “We go swim.”
“Yeah, let’s get outta here,” I giggled.
I was taken into the forest at astonishing speed. Leonard’s feet pounded the ground, as flashes of green flew near my face. From the sound of it, Pooky was behind us. Once we had reached the spring, Leonard put me down, and, as I began to wade into the water, two figures emerged from the forest.
Lendal and Bubba Jr. jumped into the water, creating an enormous splash. They swam to the other side, laughing and grunting.
I glanced at Leonard, and he winked. “We good, Porsche.”
“I think we are.”
“My day has suddenly improved.” His voice was heavily accented. He looked exhausted, yet his bleary eyes held a hint of surprised pleasure. Blood had dried on his chainmail, and there were remnants of blood on his face. He began to remove these encumbrances, shouting, “Gretter! Food!”
Then his gaze rested on me. “I think I know why you’re here.”
“The Abbots have reclaimed their manor. Where’s Lord Vapnfjord?”
“On a raid.”
“He’s been gone for days.”
His sleeved jerkin was spotted with blood. “We’re moving camps today. They’re reclaiming the village. We’re going to let them have it. There’s nothing left here anyway.”
Gretter returned with a tray of food. The smell of meat made my mouth water. “What about Finn?”
“It’s a bad sign that he’s not returned, Lora.” His look was stark. “He would’ve come back for you.
Or he’s gone on ahead without you.”
I refused to believe he had left me. “Do you think he’s dead?”
“I’ve heard nothing, but I’ll ask around.” He sat, crossing his legs before him. He spoke to Gretter in a language I could not understand. Then his attention was on me. “And here I thought you’d missed me. You mean this isn’t a social visit?”
“Ouf! Don’t flatter yourself, Viking.”
“Most English run from us, but not you.” He poured mead into a cup, handing it to me. “But you’ve grown
