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she,
Leonard?”
    “My dirty girl,” he uttered. “My
Porsche.”
    That was the second time he had said my
sister’s name. “Omigod!” I was right on the edge, the approaching
storm would be huge, and I braced myself, my heart hammering in my
chest. While my animal lover drove deep, I succumbed to the
pleasure, not wanting it to end. “Ooohhh…” I trembled, my senses
shattering with each convulsion. Leonard pulled free, holding his
cock. Leslie dutifully took him into her mouth. “You should fuck
Leslie, Leonard.”
    “Good idea.” She grinned, getting on her
back. “Do the same thing to me.”
    I fingered her clit, feeling wetness. “Like
that?”
    “Yeah. Come on big boy. Fuck me. Gimme that
monster cock.” He was more than ready to do as Leslie asked, his
member looking unnaturally swollen. It slid in fully, stretching
her wide. “Oh, my God…oh, yes. That’s it.”
    He growled low in his chest, his face
contorting. Then he plunged, giving her what she needed, while I
administered to her nub. Leslie was truly beautiful with long, dark
hair and a fair complexion. Thick lashes surrounded her eyes, and
her breasts jiggled invitingly, with firm nipples pointing upwards.
I closed my mouth around a bud, sucking.
    “Oh, shit! Ohhh…”
    “Whooaarrr…”
    He labored pleasuring her, his hands gripping
her thighs. I drew tiny circles over her clit, watching as she
sucked in several sharp breaths. Leslie was right on the edge of
oblivion. I suckled her nipple with more aggression, until she
moaned, her head tossing from side to side.
    “Yes! Yes! Oh, my fucking God, yes!”
    “Good!” he roared. “Good pussy!” Leonard
withdrew from her, aiming at her belly. The tip erupted in a stream
of creamy fluid. Wetness pooled in her naval, while the excess
dribbled down her thighs. Leonard threw his head back, groaning
raggedly. “Whoooaaarrr…” The sheer amount of semen was
incredible.
    “That was so nice,” murmured Leslie. She
lifted her head, glancing at her body. “I need a bath.”
    “So do I.”
    Tate and Archie eyed us intently, their cocks
having grown again. Bubba continued to puff on the end of his pipe;
his eyelids were hooded, but his interest was evident.
    “It’s gonna be a long night in Sasquatch
country,” laughed Leslie.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Even the most beautiful places on earth can
make a person stir-crazy, if they are trapped in them long enough.
Two days later, I was desperate for fresh air, craving open spaces,
and dying to eat something other than fish. My fantasies included
juicy steaks, mashed potatoes, and a large bowl of ice cream with a
mountain of fudge and nuts. These cravings were so acute that my
mouth watered at the thought.
    After I had bundled up like an Eskimo, Lendal
and Bubba Jr. escorted me out of the cave on a short hiking trip.
It was freezing, but the sun on my face and the wind in my hair was
exactly what I needed. Sasquatches had amazing instincts in nature;
even the youngsters were adept at sniffing out danger and finding
the safest paths.
    Lendal was up ahead, stopping every so often
to see if I followed. “Don’t worry about me,” I grumbled. “I’m
coming...slowly.” When I finally caught up with them, they stood
before an assortment of boulders, which looked like they had just
tumbled down the side of the mountain. “What are you doing?”
    “A cave,” rasped Bubba Jr. “We found a
cave.”
    “Great.” I sat on a rock, using a stick to
pry mud off the bottom of my boot.
    “Me go inside.”
    Lendal disappeared, while Bubba Jr. sat next
to me; his mouth was partially open, and his breath was visible
when he exhaled. He scooted closer, resting his head on my knee. I
petted him, much like I would the family dog, which was bizarre. As
a result, he grunted happily, flicking out his tongue. The boys
were nearly as tall as I was and far stronger; their bodies were
solid muscle covered in fur. It was then that I heard the