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“Porsche…”

  He grasped my thighs and covered my pussy with his lips, while flicking a tongue over my heated flesh. I was damp from my own juices, but now even more so from his saliva. He slid deep, filling me completely.

  It felt so good I arched my back and groaned, “Oh, Dale.” My fingers threaded through his fur. “You’re such a good boy.” The milk had made the top of his head wet. I pinched the nipples to stop the flow. “Oh, yes…suck me…” Sasquatch tongues were incredibly long and agile. He wiggled in circles and then drove back and forth. His nose brushed my clit, while he fucked me. I lifted my ass off the ground and thrust my mound into his face. “Oh, God…Dale…” I reached for him. “I need you.”

  Far from being a stupid Sasquatch, he understood me perfectly, and I found myself on all fours, facing away from him. He seemed to prefer this position, and I thought he was going to fill me to the brim, but instead I felt his tongue prodding my anus.

  “Rrroooaarrr…”

  “Oh, Dale!” It had been months since I’d had anal sex. “No!” His tongue pushed through the tight bands of flesh around my opening, filling me with lubricating saliva. “You dirty ape!” I held on to the grass, dirt embedding under my nails. “You’re not really going to do this, are you?”

  “Nice ass, Porsche. Nice,” he rasped.

  “Oh, God.”

  He laved me repeatedly, loosening the constricted muscles and preparing me for his enormous cock. It was a shock that something so big could fit in a hole so small, but I knew it would. Sasquatch penises were more than a foot long, with a spongy amount of softness around them. During camp orgies, the women often took two at a time, but we hadn’t had a proper orgy in a while. Perhaps, we had waited too long, and the natives were getting restless.

  “Good ass…Dale fuck ass…”

  “Omigod.” The rounded tip pressed to me, expanding the opening, which stung suddenly. “Oh, ouch!” Copious amounts of pre-cum dripped from his aroused organ helping with lubrication. The excess fell to my inner thighs. He pushed, breaching me, while pain flared. “Oh, shit.”

  “Good…good…” he rasped.

  “Aw, fuck.” The initial insertion was the worst, and, once he was in good and deep, I could relax. His hands gripped my hips, while he drove harder, sinking into my tightness one inch at a time. “Mother fucker!” I gasped. “Oh, God, Dale.”

  “Wrroooaaarrr…”

  The feeling was nearly overwhelming. My ass was on fire, the pain mingling with the beginnings of pleasure. His balls slapped against me, as he plunged deeper and deeper. The pressure was immense, encompassing my entire pelvic region, yet it added to the sensual rush, which was now gaining the upper hand.

  “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, you dirty ape.”

  “Grroooaarrr…good…”

  The tempo jumped into high gear, and I found myself gasping and clinging to the grass, trying to withstand the onslaught. My breasts flew apart and together again, the heavy mounds smashing and separating. I wanted to stroke my clit, but I risked falling on my stomach if I let go.

  “Good…good ass, Porsche.”

  “Oh, Dale!”

  He thrust deeply, stiffening, and groaning. A surge of cum poured into my anal cavity, filling it to capacity. It gushed freely, wetting the insides of my thighs and splattering the grass. He drew out, only to plunge again, stuffing me with twelve inches of delicious Sasquatch meat. He grasped my hips, holding me to him, while a finger drifted to my pussy. The swollen lips tingled from the contact; my clit was distended and throbbing.

  “Oh, yes,” I hissed through my teeth. He was still in my ass, the rigid length slowly losing its erection. He continued to fuck me, while rubbing my nub. The persistent friction was enough to push me over the edge. “Ooohh…Dale!” He purred in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my skin. “It’s sooo good.” The orgasm comprised my entire pelvic floor, including my belly. I shuddered and convulsed with wave after wave of erotic bliss. I collapsed to the grass, naked, sweating, and exhausted.

  He lay next to me with his hand on my back. “We wash, Porsche.”

  “I know. I need another bath.” I sounded tired. “How will I have the energy to hike now?”

  He grinned, purring, and flashing huge teeth. “Easy walk.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I sat up. “No death march?”

  “No. Little walk, lots of rest.”

  “Well, that doesn’t sound so bad.”

  He stood, and took my hand. “Come, Porsche. Get clean.”

  “Yes, Dale.”

  An hour later, the camp was packed and the wagon loaded with our disassembled shelters and stacks of animal pelts. We filed out of the valley, heading north through the forest on an ancient path that only the Sasquatches recognized. Besides Leslie and Zelda, there were Dale and Leonard and several adult males including Bubba Jr. and Lendal. A younger Bigfoot, Rusty, traipsed along with us; his mother was Maggie’s sister, but she had gone to live with one of the mountain men. Maggie had been Leonard’s mother. She had died from a heart attack more than two years ago.

  We stopped several times to rest and for the little ones to relieve themselves. Lendal bounded back with a stinky butt, the feces having caked in his fur. I made Leonard take him to the creek to clean up. When father and son returned, Leonard grasped his arm and swung him onto his back, Lendal squealing with delight. He clung to the pelt on his neck and enjoyed the ride. The trek was exactly as Dale had said; easy, which was a welcome change. Too often we hiked briskly, on a mission to our new camp either to flee from a hostile Bigfoot tribe, park rangers, hikers, or the weather.

  That evening, after I put Lendal down in the makeshift shelter, I joined the adults by the fire. Bubba enjoyed cannabis from a long pipe. The smell lingered in the air, along with the aroma of pine. A deer had been butchered, and we ate and drank boiled water, lounging on animal pelts. I sat on Leonard’s lap, while Dale massaged my feet. My hairy lovers were always attentive and accommodating, spoiling me endlessly. The soft rhythm of a drum signaled the beginning of the evening’s entertainment, and my pussy contracted pleasurably. It had been a long time since our last orgy.

  Leslie leaned into Bubba, smiling into the fire. “It’s always food first, then sex.”

  I glanced at her. “Not necessarily.”

  She laughed, “Yeah, never mind. It’s just sex all the time.”

  Leonard purred in my ear, his tongue flicking out and licking the side of my face. There were only three women and a horny tribe of Bigfoots. It was going to be a long and lusty night, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Chapter Three

  As the fire crackled and popped, we made ourselves comfortable on soft hides. My clothing had been removed by eager paws, exposing enormous milk-filled breasts that glowed in the firelight. My nipples hardened instantly in the evening chill. Leslie was naked, and she got up to dance with Zelda. They rubbed together in a sensual and erotic display of female love. Their mouths met for a heated, tongue-filled kiss. The older woman tossed her dress over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her trim physique was graced with slightly sagging breasts, partially hidden by messy and tangled hair. Leslie’s equally dark hair hung down her back in silky strands. They gyrated and swayed to the drum sounds, which were banged by one of the Sasquatches.

  “Whhhoooaaarrr…” growled Bubba, who had a long pipe attached to his lips. He was the leader of the Bigfoot tribe, and he was older and slightly grizzled with shaggy fur. His eyes were heavily lidded, the effects of the cannabis sedating him. “Leslie,” he rasped.

  She turned to look at him, smiling. “Yes, Bubba?”

  “You here.” He pointed to his cock, which had emerged from matted tufts of hair.

  She shrugged. “I guess I have to suck it.”

  “Zelda. You here.”

  Zelda laughed, “You’re not the only one, honey.”

  Their leader had summoned them, and they went to him without hesitation, kneeling before the eno
rmous Sasquatch who was pudgier than the younger apes because he enjoyed cannabis regularly, coupled with enormous quantities of food.

  “Eat Bubba’s cock,” he rasped. Leslie grabbed for it first, closing her lips around the dripping end. It was lengthy and pink, with prominent veins running beneath the skin. “Good, Leslie. Good.” Zelda wet him with her saliva. “Gggrrroooaaarrrr…”

  Seeing them engaged in this activity had affected the tribe, who now sported stiffened cocks, which thrust through the clumps of fur in their crotches. Without a woman to satisfy their needs, they began to manipulate themselves.

  I sucked Leonard, while Dale’s finger slid over my pussy. I was horribly wet from watching Zelda and Leslie enjoying Bubba. The finger rubbed up and down, nudging my clit, over and over, which sent sparks of arousal through me. I sucked as if I wanted to unclog a straw. He groaned, the sound echoing in the forest. Zelda had two new cocks in her hands, and she took turns with each, while Leslie worked Bubba. Our Sasquatch king continued to puff from the end of the pipe, his eyes slits of pleasure.

  “Good, Porsche, good,” rasped Leonard.

  Dale grasped my hips and brought me to my knees. He continued to finger my soggy hole, driving in and out, making sure I was ready for him. Then he pressed his cock into me. “My, Porsche. Mine.”

  Leonard growled at that, but did nothing, as Dale reamed me with one fluid thrust, his heavy balls brushing against my pussy. “Omigod!” I gasped, my body quivered and buzzed with sensation. The monster cock filled me nearly to my belly. I sucked Leonard, who dripped profusely with pre-ejaculatory fluid. He gripped the back of my head and forced himself down my throat, but it was impossible to swallow all twelve inches. I gagged, yet persevered, determined to please him.

  “Oh, God, yes!” shouted Zelda. She rode a hairy beast while another impaled her anus, his cock thrusting deeply. A third Sasquatch fed her his penis, the length choking her.

  “Gggrrooaaarrrr…” Bubba held his rigid staff, rubbing the globular end, while Leslie waited for him to cum. He groaned and squirted, streams of near-white fluid dousing her face. She held out her tongue, but most of it splashed out of her mouth and poured to her breasts. Wild spurts coated her face, forcing her to close her eyes. The amount of jizz these creatures produced was overwhelming. I’d once swallowed all of it and vomited afterwards. Bubba, having emptied himself, groaned and collapsed to the pelt, his huge belly heaving.

  Leslie dripped with semen, but black hands grabbed her, and a cock slid into her mouth, while an ape took her from behind. “Oh, God!” she gasped. “These dirty boys! Fuck me, you filthy apes!”

  Dale’s ragged breathing alerted me to the fact that he was getting close to release. His fingers gripped my hips, as he fucked me harder, his balls smacking my pussy.

  “Whhhooaarrr…!” he howled, thrusting and stiffening, releasing a torrent of semen, which poured out of me and ran down my inner thighs.

  Not to be outdone, Leonard grunted and pointed his cock at my face. “Porsche! Gooood!” The gap opened, and a spurt of salty fluid jetted, catching me in the face. I closed my eyes to avoid the rest, which felt like a fire hose had been discharged. “Grrroooaarrr…” The cream dripped from my nose, lips, and breasts. I shivered, feeling cold and sticky.

  Leslie handed me a rag. “Thanks.”

  “They’re fully loaded tonight.”

  “Ya think?”

  She laughed, “We look like drowned rats.”

  “Ugh. The stuff gets so itchy when it dries.” To my surprise, the younger Sasquatch, Rusty, who had never participated in our mating rituals before, shuffled over, looking eager, yet slightly confused. I glanced at Leslie. “What’s going on?”

  She shrugged. “I’ve no idea.”

  Leonard and Dale lit a pipe, sharing the cannabis, while watching with lidded eyes. They sat together, leaning into each other for support. It was thrilling and naughty to know that I had satisfied two enormously endowed and horny beasts. As the drum pounded out an ancient rhythm, I found myself in a peculiar situation. Rusty shuffled nearer, the length of his pink cock fully exposed. The baby-faced Sasquatch dripped profusely, wetting his own fur.

  “Maybe it’s time to pop someone’s cherry,” murmured Leslie.

  “I guess so.” This naughty thought had me tingling. “Who gets the honors?”

  “You do. He’s such a baby. You should feed him your boobs.”

  “Leslie! That’s so bad.”

  She shrugged. “Hey, why not?”

  “You have milk. You feed him yours.”

  “They love the blondes best of all.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Yeah it is. Go fuck Rusty. He’s practically salivating over you.”

  I glanced at Leonard, and he grunted his approval, inhaling from the pipe, while his hand rested on his hairy belly. Dale stared at the fire; his expression was one of satiation and ennui. My lovers were relaxed and happy, but I was ready for more, not having achieved orgasm yet. Zelda had two cocks in her, the sounds of their grunts and groans competing with the drums. The shaft in her mouth suddenly erupted, and the Sasquatch cried out with pleasure.

  Rusty, young and eager, shuffled towards me, his black eyes flashing. He sat on the pelt. “Do you have something for me?” He lifted his chin and purred. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, you bad boy?” He nodded enthusiastically. I crawled over the plush fur and knelt before him, taking his face in my hands. “Will you be a good boy for mamma?” He began to pant, his pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. I laughed, “You’re so cute.” I had never deflowered a Sasquatch before, yet the thrill of the challenge was not lost on me. I suspected we were both going to have a really good time. He grasped me suddenly, kissing me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. “Whoa, cowboy. Easy.” I kissed him softly, the way I preferred it, and he copied me by tempering his approach. His furry arms went around my back, drawing me in.

  “Gggrrrrooooaaarrr…” he threw back his head and howled into the night.

  This was met with grunts and animalistic shouts from the tribe. Their hearty approval of our mating spurred me on. Rusty’s hands cupped my breasts, squeezing the nipples, which leaked milk. “You can have some, if you want.” He met my stare and smiled, bearing huge teeth. “Just don’t bite.” I pushed his nose to emphasize my point. “Okay?”

  He nodded eagerly. “No bite,” he rasped.

  “Oh, fuck me, you filthy apes!” shouted Zelda. She groaned and shuddered, her body finding release at the ends of two enormous cocks, which filled both her holes. The Sasquatch in her ass suddenly stiffened, pouring his seed into her anal cavity. “Yes! Oh, God…yes…”

  Rusty closed his lips around a nipple and suckled, making me squirt into his mouth. My boobs tingled and throbbed with fullness, the release of milk feeling heavenly. The let-down reflex always relaxed me, and I sighed and leaned into him, while his arm went around me, holding me close. His face was pressed to my chest, his fur soft and warm. He released my nipple, yet it continued to squirt, catching him in the face, droplets of milk falling from his fuzz. He held out his tongue to capture more. Then he suckled the other nipple and gulped down copious amounts of fluid. I threaded my fingers through his hair, relishing the thickness of his fur.

  “Oh, Rusty.”

  There was something in the tone of my voice that bothered Leonard, because he grumbled unhappily. He sat there growling, but I ignored him and focused on my young lover, who had a slightly smaller cock than the other Sasquatches, because he wasn’t full-grown yet. Leslie sat with Bubba, rubbing his belly, making him grunt. Zelda rode the Bigfoot beneath her, while another prodded her anus with his dripping tool.

  I wrapped my hand around Rusty’s cock. “Do you have a present for mamma?” He snorted in reply, his mouth full of my milk. I pulled myself from him. “That’s enough now. I have to save some for Lendal.” His midnight feeding was drawing near. I pushed against Rusty’s chest, and he fell to the pelt. Leaning over him, I smiled, fe
eling like the seductress I was. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

  “Yes,” he rasped, nodding vigorously. “Suck Rusty.”

  Leonard murmured his disapproval, while smoke drifted out of his nostrils. “Oh, hush, you. You never had any problems sharing me before.” He grunted in reply. Once they had smoked the cannabis, they would forage the forest in search of food to satisfy their hunger, the silly beasts.

  I closed my lips around Rusty, and he groaned in response. His pre-cum slid down my throat, and I gagged; there was so much of it. Black fingers dove into my hair, holding my scalp, while I suckled the rounded tip. He groaned over and over, the sound echoing far and wide.

  “Oh, yeah! Fuck me you horny beasts!” cried Zelda. “Fuck me!”

  A third Sasquatch fed her his cock. This was our drummer, which explained the sudden silence. He wanted to join the festivities, enjoying the hospitality of her mouth, among other things.

  “Grrooaarrr…” murmured Rusty. His tongue hung over his bottom lip, pleasure etched into his features.

  I sucked him as aggressively as I could, making noisy slurping sounds. He smelled deliciously musky, and he tasted tangy. Pleasuring him had excited me to near distraction, my pussy throbbing. Creamy sludge poured out of me, wetting the insides of my thighs. I had been aroused now for nearly an hour without satisfaction, and, taking the initiative, I straddled my young lover and lowered onto his hardness.

  “Oh, God, Rusty!”

  He wasn’t as long as Leonard or Dale, which made the ride even nicer. I thrust my hips back and forth, filling my silken tunnel with his monster cock. He groaned and gasped, clearly enjoying the feel of his first pussy.

  “Oh, yes…it’s so good.” This announcement was met with Leonard’s grumbling, the irritated ape glaring at me. “Oh, stop it. You know I love you.” He growled in response.

  Dale watched us while stroking his cock, which had sprung back to life. I took Rusty without mercy, driving low and fast, enjoying myself on him. My fingers dug into the matted fur of his belly, while my breasts jiggled invitingly. His hands cupped my abundant flesh; squeezing the nipples and making them squirt in thin streams. He didn’t seem to mind being showered with milk.