“Pretty Porsche.”
“What will you do now?” I sounded breathless.
“I eat pussy.”
“Is that so?” He nodded vigorously. “Well, then. I won’t stop you.”
He dove between my thighs, grasping my hips, while his tongue slid across my labia. He left a wet path from my clit all the way to my opening, and he had only just begun to pleasure me. I gazed up at the sky, which filled my vision along with fluffy clouds that remained nearly stationary. The sensation of heated wetness had me sighing with delight, while he explored further, driving in deep and retreating. While he performed this task, his thumb moved over the bulging nub of my clit, inflaming the little organ. I surrendered to him completely, my chest rising and falling with every breath.
“Oh…Pooky.”
Saliva dribbled down my buttcrack to the grass. Pooky wasn’t in any rush, settling in on his stomach to further his sensual assault. His tongue was long, more than six inches, and wide enough to open me completely. As if this weren’t enough to send me over the edge, it was also strong, twisting and turning inside of me. I squirmed beneath him, my fingers drifting to the top of his head, grasping at thick, silky strands of fur. I lifted my hips, driving his tongue even deeper.
“Ooohhh…you…dirty…ape!” A ragged moan tore from my throat, as the edges of orgasm
threatened. I drowned in the pleasure of having something so incredibly talented inside of me. He sensed that my release was near, thereby doubling his efforts. “Oh, shit! Oh, God!” I flung my head against the grass, as the first wave hit, leaving me in the grip of violent shudders and incoherent thoughts. “Ooohhh…”
“Nice pussy, Porsche.”
“Oh, you know it, you naughty Sasquatch.” I was utterly exhausted; my body was like an overcooked noodle. “Wow.”
“You suck Pooky now.”
I could barely sit up, let alone perform oral sex, but I had to make some sort of an effort. “Fine.
Gimme that big cock.” I reached for it, feeling wetness.
He grunted enthusiastically, his eyes glinting with desire. “Good, Porsche. You suck Pooky good.”
My lips closed around the spongy tip, tasting his salty tang. “Yes! Good!”
The crown was so large; I nibbled around the edges gently, eliciting a series of primal groans from him that echoed into the forest. Any nearby Sasquatch would know exactly what we were doing.
Pooky collapsed to the grass; his cock was firmly in my hands, while I massaged its pinkness. Hairless and riddled with hidden veins, the organ was an instrument of pleasure. Although extraordinarily long, their phalluses were surprisingly soft and malleable. It felt marvelous seated deeply in naughty places, but today, I would perform oral sex, and perhaps tonight, it would thrill me intimately.
“Is this nice?” I glanced at him, smiling, but he was too far gone to care. His eyes were closed, while his mouth fell slack. “I guess that’s a yes.”
I worked aggressively, sucking and massaging, while gagging on the length, as it slid to the back of my throat. For long minutes I pleasured the beast, until my jaw ached. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on another second, he held himself, groaning.
“Soooo…good…”
The tip erupted in a spray of white, which shot nearly four feet out. His ragged breathing filled the air around us, while he continued to expel semen in measured spurts. As the geyser died down, I sucked him, eliciting even more groans from deep within his burly chest.
“You so nice, Porsche.”
“I try my best.” A roar from the distance spun my head in that direction. Standing beneath the trees was a Sasquatch, who stood with his hands on his hips. “Oh, crap.” It was Leonard, and he was pissed off.
Chapter Two
“Gggrrooaarrr…”
Pooky jumped to his feet, sprinting into the trees, as Leonard stomped towards us with a ferocious expression. His teeth were bared, and spittle dripped from the corners of his mouth. I remained seated with my arms across my knees, struggling not to smile. Leonard was not pleased that Pooky had taken advantage of me.
The angry ape glared at me. “Porsche.”
“Yes, Leonard?”
“Put your clothes on.”
“Yes, Leonard.” I reached for my shorts. “I don’t know why you’re so steamed. It’s not like he’s never had sex with me before.” I clasped the bra, bringing the straps over my shoulders. The t-shirt went over my head. “Where is everybody?”
“At the lake.”
The sound of a branch snapping echoed. Pooky was in the woods, and, from the noise, he was being incredibly loud. “Help me up.” I thrust my hand in the air, and he grabbed it, lifting me to my feet. Then he drew me to him, sniffing me.
“You mine, Porsche. Mine.”
“I know that. I’m sorry. He was pretty insistent about it.”
“Ggggrrrr…”
“Oh, stop it. Let’s go find the boys and Daisy. Did you get a deer?” He grunted in reply, showing his continued irritation, but he would get over it soon enough.
We walked together through the trees, in the direction of the camp. The smell of onions drifted on the breeze. Dinner preparations had begun. I glimpsed Zelda with Daisy in her arms, while Leslie tended to the cooking pot over the fire.
“So how was the berry picking?” Leslie eyed me. “Looks like Leonard found you.”
“Yeah. He found Pooky too.” I gave her a look.
“Oh, I just bet he did,” she laughed. “You don’t have to say anything else. So that was what that racket was all about.”
Bubba sat on a rock, his huge stomach rising and falling with his breathing. Dale and Kat were in conversation by a tree. She was heavily pregnant and due to give birth any day now. Lendal and Bubba Jr. were in the woods. The sounds of their grunts and laughter gave them away.
“I can take her, if you want.” I held out my arms. Daisy had what looked like chocolate on her face. “What did she eat?”
“M amp;M’S,” said Zelda. “That was the last of the chocolate. It was the only stuff that hadn’t melted.” She gave me the baby. “Here ya go.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at the cute blonde in my arms. “You’re so dirty.”
“Da..da..da…da…”
“That’s exactly how I feel.” Leonard caught sight of Pooky in the distance, and he grunted. He burst into a run, his body moving at surprising speed. He flung himself into the trees, breaking branches as he went. “Oh, no. Come on. Leave him alone.” Pooky had disappeared again, and moments later, the sound of angry Sasquatches arguing resounded in the forest. “Those idiots.” I sat on a blanket, crossing my legs before me. “Do you guys need any help?” Daisy crawled from my lap, snatching the basket of berries. “Don’t touch those, honey.” I retrieved the basket. “Can you put that away?”
“Sure.” Leslie took the item. “We have it under control. You should go wash up. You’ve got dirt on your face.”
“I do? Great.” I got to my feet, picking Daisy up. I balanced her on my hip.
“Ma…ma…ma…”
The smell of the stew had made my mouth water. It was surprising how delicious venison tasted, once it had been fried with onions and boiled.
“I’ll be back in a bit.” As Daisy and I headed for the river, branches snapped noisily behind us.
Someone was following. I stopped to see who was coming, and Wolfie stumbled out of the trees, looking bedraggled and slightly dazed. His nostrils flared.
“Hey, you. Does your mamma know where you are?” I stepped from my shoes, leaving them on the sandy shore.
“Gggrrrrr…” His voice was high-pitched and gravelly. He hadn’t said one coherent word yet, but it was bound to happen soon.
“Let’s wash up.” I entered the water, wading in up to my knees. “You too, Wolfie. You got somethin’ stuck to your face. What is that?”
He splashed into the river, his little legs lifting and disappearing beneath the surface. “Grrr…