grrr…grrr…grrrr…”
I snatched his arm, bringing him to me. “Let me see. It looks sticky. You get into some honey today?”
“Grrr…grrrr…gggrrrrr…”
“It’s been great having this conversation with you.” He was so cute; I had to smile at him.
I held them both in my arms, but Wolfie hardly needed assistance. Sasquatches were natural swimmers, climbers, hunters, and gatherers. They seemed to have a sixth sense about the forest and an uncanny ability to survive in nearly all types of conditions. Wolfie squirmed out of my grasp, dunking under. Daisy wasn’t thrilled to be wet, as the water was cold. She began to fuss.
“Hold still so I can get your face.” I wiped away the chocolate, but she struggled, moving her head from side to side. “I know. I’m almost done.” Wolfie emerged in a shallow part of the river, holding something slick and black. The fish flapped wildly, but his grip was firm. “Well, look at that.”
“Grrr…grrrr…ggrrrr…”
I pointed in the other direction. “Go to your mommy. Give the fish to Leslie.”
His black eyes glinted, as water poured from his fur. “Grrr…ggrrrooaarrr…”
I stepped over rocks that dug into my feet. “Let’s head back.” Wolfie shook himself out, as water flew around him. This was a common Sasquatch maneuver, but he nearly fell over, because his tiny body wasn’t strong enough yet to support him. “Come on, squirt.” He ran on ahead.
As with most nights at the shelter, each tribe member was responsible for their own children, firstly, and then lending a hand with the dinner preparations. The stew had simmered for hours; the smell was delicious. Campfire biscuits had been made, and the berries were rinsed and ready to be eaten. We settled in around a blazing fire, while the air chilled slightly, even in the middle of summer.
Daisy ate solid foods now, but I had to cut everything into small pieces. Wolfie’s fish had been grilled, and he shared it with us. Lendal and Bubba Jr. were as rambunctious as always, kicking a soccer ball and squealing and laughing.
Leonard sat nearby, while Pooky was across camp, looking sheepishly contrite. He’d received a pounding in the woods earlier from my angry lover. I doubted the chastisement would stop him from seducing me in the future. Daisy began to fuss after dinner, and I picked her up, heading for the tent.
Wolfie followed me, grunting with each step.
“You’re so tired.” I placed her on a blanket, and Wolfie scooted in, his nose in her neck.
“Goodnight you two.”
“Ggrrr…grrrr…grrr…”
“You take care of Daisy.” My daughter giggled and cooed, her fist closing around a handful of fur.
They would play for a while before sleeping. I zipped the tent closed behind me.
The noxious smell of cannabis lingered in the air; the festivities had already begun. Lendal and Bubba Jr. had gone to their shelter. Dale and Kat had left to enjoy one another in the woods, which they did most nights. Their bond had strengthened after Archie’s death. Losing her son had devastated Kat, and Dale had been with her every second to offer comfort and support. They were so in love, that, at times, I was nearly jealous of the affection they shared. There wasn’t a waking moment when they weren’t together, engaged in mundane activities, yet always within inches of the other. The imminent birth of her baby would bond them forever.
I moved by Leonard, and he grabbed me, dragging me onto his lap. “Porsche,” he rasped.
“Yes?” I wrapped an arm around his neck. He flicked his tongue out, licking the side of my face.
“Stop that.”
“Puurrrr…purrrr…” His chest vibrated softly. I kissed him, while his cock twitched beneath me.
The vibe had begun to morph into something carnal, as was typical after a meal. The adults sat by the fire, watching the flames, but the undercurrent of arousal hummed in the air, gaining strength.
From the sultry gleam in Leonard’s eye, it would be just a matter of seconds before I found myself without my clothes on.
Leslie glanced at me. “I wonder what’s on the agenda?”
“That’s a tough one.” She grinned teasingly.
Bubba puffed from a lengthy pipe, as smoke drifted above his head. He wasn’t the most talkative Sasquatch, but when he spoke the tribe scrambled to do his bidding. Being the leader and the oldest ape gave him seniority, and his word was law.
He patted the pelt before him. “Leslie,” he said gruffly. “Come here.”
She slung long, brown hair over her shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
I’d heard them talking often, and I knew that they communicated in private. Bubba’s vocabulary was extensive, but, for some reason, he chose to keep this knowledge to himself. With the group, he preferred to grunt and gesture.
His cock had stiffened, pushing through matted hair. “Suck Bubba.” His voice was deep and raspy.
“It wouldn’t be a campfire without fellatio.”
“Not with these guys,” I giggled.
Leonard’s hand was on my back, rubbing gently. “Show me your boobies, Porsche.”
I asked teasingly, “Haven’t you seen them before?” He nodded, grinning slightly. Pooky dared to scoot closer, his eagerness evident. “Are you going to play nice with Pooky?”
“Gggrrrooaarrr…”
“Leonard?”
He grimaced. “I play nice. We both play with Porsche.”
That thought sent a rush through me. Tonight was going to be fun.
Chapter Three
As Leslie and I began to remove our clothes, pink phalluses emerged, rising like skyscrapers from the centers of their bodies. The children were in bed, the fire had been stoked, and an evening of carnal enjoyment was about to begin, starting with Bubba’s blowjob, which Leslie performed to perfection.
Leonard and Pooky’s hands roamed over my body, feeling the sides of my breasts and the curves of my hips. Someone’s finger slipped between my thighs, stroking a shocking wetness. I gripped Leonard’s shoulder, while stifling a moan. “Ooommm…”
“Oh, Bubba’s a happy boy now,” murmured Leslie. She rolled his cock between her hands, as if he were a chunk of Playdough. From the hooded look of his eyes, he thoroughly enjoyed the treatment.
Here was an ape in the grips of extreme pleasure.
I had gotten to my knees, leaning over Leonard, with his cock in my mouth. I slurped and sucked noisily, while the length slid to the back of my throat. Pooky was behind me, his heated breath toying with my pussy. The feeling of something hot and slinky in an area so sensitive left me tensing with expectation. He drove deep, laving me thoroughly.
“Omigod!”
While I pleasured Leonard, I struggled to stay focused; my body trembled, as enjoyable sensations left me on the brink of release. I closed my lips around the musky-smelling tip of Leonard’s cock and drew from the end vigorously.
“Gggrrooarrr…good.”
The fire crackled and popped, shooting cinders into the air. This was accompanied by the moans, grunts, and sighs of the orgy participants. Pooky’s tongue drove into the tight muscles in my anus, opening me slowly, pleasurably. A thick, long finger slid into my velvety sheath. It speared me fully and retreated, over and over. Then it lodged deeply wiggling and rubbing something wicked. The combination nearly sent me over the edge, and, as I held Leonard’s cock in my mouth, I gagged, trembling, while an enormous orgasm ripped through me.
“Oooommmmm…”
I was far too susceptible to this particular technique, and these lusty beasts knew it. I grabbed both shafts, licking one and then the other, until they were drenched in saliva. Clear-like fluid ran in tiny rivers from a small slit on each tip. My tongue wiped these away.
“Yes, Bubba! Yes!”
Tonight our leader had decided he would ride his lady from behind, thrusting deeply into her willing orifice. I hardly noticed, because I was busy with my boys. Bubba’s labored breathing sounded raspier than usual. A pair of hands grasped my hips, and I was lifted over Leonard, who held himself rigid. I found myself impaled on him, the hardness driving deep.