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Sasquatch groaned and
grunted, clearly enjoying the attention.
    “Good girls,” murmured Leonard in a raspy
voice. “Good…”
    A hand had found its way under my dress,
traveling up the back of my thigh. I knew it was Mike. He slid
between the crack of my bottom, into a soaking wet pussy. All the
sucking had turned me on, and, as his finger sunk deep, I moaned,
not being able to stop myself. He wiggled inside of me, rubbing
against my g-spot, which had me thrusting my bottom up, wanting
more. Then he tossed the dress over my back and entered me with one
long stroke.
    “Omigod!”
    “Oh, yes…honey…”
    The sensation was so pleasurable; I bit back
a scream. I lost focus, Leonard’s cock falling from my mouth.
Leslie grabbed him, licking the shaft up and down, her thumbs
rubbing over the bulbous tip. The animalistic groans of the
Sasquatches filled the forest. Crickets and croaking toads joined
the cacophony of sin, their harmony a soothing backdrop to our
lusty little party.
    “God, Jesus, Porsche,” murmured Mike. “It’s
so good.”
    He fucked me hard, driving deep with each
thrust. I would cum shortly, not being able to hold off the rapture
that threatened. With each tug on Leonard’s penis, I felt bliss
calling, teasing me with the promise of oblivion. I shuddered
uncontrollably.
    “MIKE!”
    “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Cum for me, you
naughty girl.”
    “Oh, shit. Oh, God…” Leonard’s cock slid to
the back of my throat, choking me. “Ooommm…” Tiny convulsions
pinged, one after the other, until the last spasms drifted
away.
    “God, baby…I love you…” Mike withdrew
abruptly, jetting creamy bursts of fluid onto my lower back. I
wasn’t allowed to get pregnant by him again, so he had to spend
himself elsewhere. “Baby…”
    I fell onto Leonard’s chest, exhausted, while
Leslie continued to suck him like a champion. She regularly gave
Bubba blowjobs; her skill at pleasuring Sasquatches wasn’t to be
underestimated. Gobbling the rounded tip, she sucked, sinking in
her cheeks with each pull. The big ape groaned deep in his throat,
a sound I had come to recognize. He was a hair’s-breadth from
breaking free. Grabbing his cock, he moaned, releasing a torrent of
semen.
    “Whooaarrr…”
    “That’s it, you bad boy,” she said. “Gimme
that spunk.” He squirted a foot into the air, the thin streams
landing on his hairy belly. I moved out of the way and into Mike’s
arms to escape. “That’s it, you dirty ape. Good boy.”
    “Gggrroaooarrrr…” The harsh planes of his
face softened instantly.
    Pooky’s grunting was an indication of how
hard he worked Kat, driving deeply with each punishing thrust. They
took her roughly. Being a Sasquatch, she was meant to withstand an
enormous cock; her body was a perfect fit. It was a relief to know
that Leonard still wanted me. He hadn’t taken the opportunity to
sample her delights yet, but I was sure it was just a matter of
time before he did.
    The ape beneath Kat stiffened, jetting creamy
sludge deep inside her anal cavity. She bounced on top of him; her
husky breathing was an indication that she would soon join them.
Pooky threw back his head and roared, howling his happiness into
the night. He stiffened, spraying her with whitish semen. The
female Sasquatch hadn’t reached her peak yet, and, as the males
disengaged from her, another stepped in, grabbing her and
positioning her in front of him. She didn’t seem to mind, as he
thrust deep, working her determinedly. It wasn’t long before she
began panting, moaning, and shuddering. The horny ape plunged deep,
his husky rasp ending with a howl of pleasure.
    I was sticky and dirty and in desperate need
of a bath. “Let’s go to the hot spring.”
    Leonard grunted in reply.
    “I’m calling Dr. Haynes first thing
tomorrow,” said Mike. “We need supplies.”
    “Yes, please,” said Leslie.
    The newest member of our tribe lay on the
ground exhausted; her chest rose and fell with her