but he overpowered her, drawing her near.
“Pretty woman,” he rasped.
“Dumb ape.”
I wrapped my arms around Leonard’s neck. “They don’t like each other very much.”
“They good couple.”
I wished I could see his face better. The fur blended in with the darkness, making him look like a thick, black shadow. “You’re crazy.”
“They crazy. Watch them.” He nudged my cheek with his nose. “They good together.”
“If you say so.”
“Ouf! God! I hate these apes. I should pack up and head home. You’d take care of Wolfie, right?”
“He’s too young to be alone. He needs his mother.”
“You’re not helping, Porsche.”
“Sorry.”
She was in Harry’s arms, being held in the water, while he nibbled on her neck. “Don’t.”
“Gggrrrr…”
“Moron.”
He was persistent in licking and nibbling on her. She struggled in his arms, and he grasped her face, pressing his lips to hers. Most Bigfoots would never thrust their entire tongues into a woman’s mouth, as they were far too long and thick. A small portion was more than enough. Leslie’s resolve seemed to weaken, as she succumbed to his seduction. The kiss intensified, the ape groaning noisily in response.
“See,” murmured Leonard. “They good.”
“I guess so.” His finger had entered me, twisting and moving inside. “Oh, Leonard.”
“You good too.” His purring filled my ears. “You my good Porsche.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling it swell from the touch, expanding even further.
“Whatcha gonna do with this, big boy?” He growled in response, lifting me out of the water. “Oh!” I found myself on a rock, which was slightly flattened and ideal to sit on. Water poured from Leonard, as his hands rested on my knees. I leaned on my elbows, eyeing him. “What’s your plan?” My grin was saucy.
“Me eat pretty Porsche,” he growled throatily.
I lay back, while he neared, his hot breath lingering on my mound. Leslie and Harry were in the water kissing still, but I could hardly focus on them after a thick tongue dipped into my silken orifice.
My fingers drove through his fur, feeling the heat of his scalp.
“Oh, Leonard.”
His nose pressed against my clitoris, sending spasms of pleasure through me. I’d begun to tingle everywhere; even my toes had curled under. I glanced at the stars above my head, marveling at how numerous they were. It was eerily quiet now, save for the crickets. Even the drums had ceased. I detected the sound of water lapping against the stones enclosing the pool.
The persistent, invasive seeking of Leonard’s tongue felt utterly delicious, creating shivers of pleasure that centered in my womanhood. I had been thoroughly primed, sodden by my own juices and his, and ready for more of what he offered.
I reached for him. “Oh, Leonard…please.”
Chapter Seven
“Whoooaaarrr…”
I glanced at Leslie, who was in Harry’s grips, being thoroughly kissed. They didn’t seem to want to take it further at the moment, enjoying the slow path to seduction. But…I needed something more from Leonard, and he was just the Sasquatch to give it to me. He rose out of the water, exposing the jutting hardness of his cock. I grabbed for it, feeling a solid thickness. My back was to a rock, which wasn’t ideal, but my desire for him overcame these considerations.
He rubbed himself against me, sinking inwards slightly with each pass. I savored every second of the treatment, anticipating the moment when his huge shaft entered me completely. Leonard’s grunting indicated that he was not unaffected by the contact. Copious amounts of pre-cum saturated my velvety folds, dripping to the rock beneath my butt. With a guttural, animalistic grunt, he drove inwards, opening me considerably, as I took several inches worth of him. The feeling of fullness was indescribable, and always shocking, but I stretched to accommodate him, my legs closing around his sides. He was too large for my feet to meet, but I clung to him nonetheless, lifting my buttocks upwards to drive him in even further. His look was impassioned, as his eyes glinted with lust.
“Oh, my…God!”
“Ggggrrrr…”
The sounds of our union echoed into the forest. Movement caught my eye among some branches, and I detected a Bigfoot standing in the shadows watching. Another set of eyes glinted and then another. The other tribe had descended upon us, but they remained at a distance. It was mildly awkward knowing I had an audience, but this was typical of the apes, who enjoyed the art of the orgy and often. It was easy to ignore them, because Leonard stroked me expertly, sliding his cock in and out with ease.
“Ooohhh…Leonard…yes…yes!” I shuddered then, because he had pushed his finger over my nub, drawing over it in tiny circles. A rush of sensation gripped me, bringing forward the climax that had been teasing me for long minutes. “Oh! God! God! Fuck me!”
I smacked the back of my head against the rock with a crack, pain flaring, but none of it mattered, because I floated on a wave of pleasure. Dazzling bursts of light flashed behind my eyelids; the sensuous energies of the universe had gathered in my core, shaking loose erotic vibrations that left me satiated and spent.
“Oh…wow.”
Leonard withdrew from me, holding himself. He climbed out of the pool, sitting on the edge with his jutting member standing at attention. I glanced over at Leslie, who had left Harry to swim in our direction. I joined her in the water.
“Should we work him together?”
“Looks like there’s more than enough to go around.” Her humor had returned.
Poor Harry was left behind, watching us, as we waded over to Leonard, who looked eager and hopeful. I grasped him, feeling wetness. He leaked profusely, the tiny slit at the top opening to discharge clear fluid. I massaged him, rubbing vigorously.
“Someone’s ready to pop soon.”
“Ggggrrrr…”
Leslie seized his balls, pulling the hairless, pink sacs away from his body. “Let’s milk this bad boy, Porsche.”
Leonard’s tongue fell from his mouth, hanging limply on the side of his face. “I’d say that’s a yes,” I giggled. Poor Leonard was incapable of thinking at the moment. His baser instincts had taken over, and the only solution was to bring him to a mind-blowing orgasm.
While Leslie licked and sucked on the enormous sacs, I worked his crown, nibbling around the edges. I took him into my mouth, where I drew heartily on the flesh that seemed to swell even more, if that were possible.
“Ggggrrr…good…good…gggrrroooaarrrr…”
His groans drifted far and wide, filling the otherwise silent forest with primitive, guttural sounds that were unmistakable in nature. Harry seemed content to masturbate himself, watching us intently, yet making no move to join in the festivities. Leslie and I worked in tandem, alternating between sucking and licking, sometimes taking turns nibbling on the tip. Leonard’s excitement was exacerbated by this treatment, his breathing forcing his ribcage to rise and fall rhythmically.
“Whhooaarrrr…” He jetted then, as white streams of semen tore from the tiny slit at the tip of his phallus. “Gggrrrooaarrr…” The milky-white residue landed in the hot spring, floating on the surface of the water. He
