mouth. I found myself in his clutches then, his face buried in my chest, while
he seized a nipple, drawing on the end of it, releasing a torrent of milk. Not
to be outdone, Leonard closed his lips over the other nipple, and milk began to
flow freely.
“Oh, Harry!” I glanced over at
Leslie, finding her naked and on her back with Harry between her thighs,
indulging in the softness of her pussy.
Having had enough milk, Pooky turned his attention towards Shelly, kissing her.
“You smell like milk,” she giggled.
“Gross.”
He grasped her t-shirt, pulling it
over her head. “Nice boobies,” he rasped.
She fought him playfully, pushing
against the wall of his chest. “No, you filthy ape.”
“ Ggggrrrr ….”
My shorts had been removed; Leonard’s
hoarse breathing filled my ears, as his excitement grew. The throbbing length
of his cock pressed into my bottom urgently. “Nice, Porsche. Nice.”
He never seemed to tire of me, no
matter how many years we had been together. “Oh, Leonard.” I was suddenly on my
back, while he dove between my legs, his lengthy tongue twirling and stabbing.
“Oh!” The intrusion was staggering, slippery and wet, while he laved deeply.
“ Omigod !”
cried Shelly. She was on all fours with Pooky behind
her, his tongue buried in her pussy. “I sure did miss this!”
The three of us were pleasured in
nearly the same way, the Sasquatches knowing exactly how to fan the flames of
desire, bringing us blissfully to the edge. Leonard’s thumb pressed into my
nub, rubbing the little bump in sinuous circles. I glanced at the canopy of
leaves over my head, glimpsing the stars between the branches.
“Oh, God, Harry!” The spritely ape was
behind Leslie, driving into her, while she grasped the blanket for support. Her
breasts bounced with each thrust. “Oh, yeah…fuck me!”
Pooky fell to his back, bringing Shelly
over him. She lowered onto his long, hard cock, the shaft embedding. “I really
did miss this!” Her hips began to move, thrusting back and forth over him,
while he moaned, the sound echoing in his lungs, primal and animalistic.
Leonard’s attentions had left me
breathless and on the edge of orgasm. I pushed against him, leaning over him,
while grasping the thick, wet mass of his phallus. He groaned, his eyes glazing
with lust. I suckled the tip, marveling at how large the crown was. The slit
leaked a stream of clear fluid, the musky offering teasing my senses. His hands
tangled in my hair, while his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
“Good, Porsche…good.”
Leslie screamed then, having reached
the pinnacle of what she could withstand, the climax tearing through her
system. I hardly paid anyone any notice, while I worked Leonard, but hands were
suddenly on my hips, lifting me to my knees. I assumed it was Harry, and,
before I could form another thought, he slid deep, his heavy balls smacking my
pussy.
The oral and vaginal stimulation
produced a torrent of delicious tingles that sent my tummy into pleasurable
spasms. With each thrust of Harry’s cock, my body buzzed, my velvety tunnel
clamping around the object that was responsible for bringing me such pleasure.
Having Leonard in my mouth added to these sensations, and, as I moaned, I
shuddered, succumbing to the bliss, not being able to stop it.
“Oh! Ooohhh …”
Harry grunted then, stiffening. “ Whhhooaarrrr …!”
A burst of semen sprayed, the excess
pouring down my inner thighs. I didn’t mean to, but I bit on Leonard, and he
moaned, the pain adding to the pleasure. More creamy fluid escaped. I had to
close my eyes, as the wetness doused my face. Sticky, hot Sasquatch semen ran
down my neck, drenching my breasts. Droplets fell from the tips of my nipples.
“Oh, Leonard. Ugh.”
“Good!” he rasped. “Sticky Porsche.”
“You dirty ape.”
“ Gggrrrooaarrr …”
Chapter Six
As promised, we
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