Cum For Bigfoot 10 (2 page)

“They might not need you anymore. They can
breed with the female. You could come home with me.”

My gut twisted. “I can’t…don’t talk like
that. I can’t leave Lendal, and I…love Leonard. Some she-whore
isn’t going to ruin my fucking life.”

Kat had overhead this, and she stared, her
expression unreadable. In the space of thirty minutes my entire
world had been thrown off center, and I had no idea what was going
to happen next. It was all great and wonderful to discover that a
female Sasquatch existed, but what did this mean for the future of
the tribe, and, more importantly, would Zelda, Leslie, and I be
needed anymore?

As if to answer my silent questions, Leonard
got to his feet, shuffling over to me, his hulking frame looming.
He sat next to Mike and reached for me, drawing me onto his lap.
The fact that he found Mike his equal was saying a great deal. He
had accepted him as my lover, and he shared me now without
hostility. He’d forgiven me for having his baby, and he was bonding
with Daisy. The children were asleep in a makeshift shelter some
ways off. Bubba Jr. and Lendal slept together, and Daisy and
Leslie’s baby, Wolfie, were bundled comfortably.

Leonard nuzzled my ear. “You good,
Porsche.”

I gazed into his black eyes, feeling warmth
and affection emanating from him. “What will happen now? Do you
still want me?”

This question seemed to surprise him. He
tilted his head, staring at me. “You’re my Porsche. You stay with
me.”

My arms snaked around his neck. “Oh, thank
God.” He smelled slightly of damp fur. We had bathed in a shallow
hot spring not that long ago.

“Whhooaarrr…” growled Bubba. He gently pushed
Leslie from him, staggering to his feet, under the weight of his
enormous belly. Being our leader, he was older and lazier,
preferring to let his subordinates do most of the hunting and
fishing. “You.” He pointed at Kat. His cock, angry and leaking,
jutted out before him.

She squealed and jumped to her feet. This
sent the Sasquatches into a furor, growling and rasping. Kat dashed
for the forest, but Dale grabbed her, while Bubba and Pooky
approached. The others loitered, eager-eyed; their penises were
fully erect.

Mike looked amused, yet mildly concerned.
“She’s about to get to know the guys a little better.”

“The poor thing,” said Leslie. “She looks
scared outta her mind.”

I sat on Leonard, feeling his hardness
pressing into my bottom. The males were in fine form tonight. It
didn’t matter that we had already had an orgy. Their chests were
puffed out, their eyes flashing, and lengthy shafts dripped with
fluid.

“Now you hold up there, boys,” admonished
Zelda. “You better not force that girl. I’ll not stand by watchin’
while you abuse her.” Her hands were on her hips.

Dale buried his nose in Kat’s neck, sniffing
and licking her. Bubba grabbed her legs, which she started kicking,
and together, they dropped to the ground, with her on top of Dale.
Pooky and another Bigfoot took her legs by the ankles, holding them
open, while Bubba dove between the hairy thighs and buried his face
in her pussy. Her breasts heaved; the nipples were black and
hard.

“You bad animals!” she screamed.

“Gggrrooaarrr…” Dale roared. He grasped her
hips thrusting upwards, filling her bottom.

She moaned, the fight leaving her almost
instantly. Bubba was on his knees with his cock in his hands. He
pressed into her, wetting them both with pre-cum. Then he slid
deep, filling her to the balls. She was able to take every inch of
cock, being of the same species. Leonard breathed raggedly in my
ear, completely aroused from watching them.

“Good God,” murmured Mike. “I don’t think she
minds too much.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” I said. “Wow.”

Leslie and Zelda watched; their expressions
were a combination of shock, disgust, and disbelief. Kat took both
cocks fully, her ragged pants registering loudly. She thrust her
hips, impaling herself on Dale, while Bubba drove deep. The trio of
Sasquatches worked surprisingly well together, thrusting and
retreating, over and over.

Leonard took my hand, wrapping it around his
cock. “You be a good girl, Porsche.”

I met his gaze. Animalistic need flared in
his eyes. I tingled everywhere, feeling slightly naughty by this
bizarre situation. “I might need help.” I glanced over my shoulder.
“Hey, Leslie. Come suck this cock with me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I always have to suck
it.”

Rubbing him released an abundance of clear
fluid through a slit on the tip. “Come on. It’s more fun doing it
together.”

“Fine.” She joined me, kneeling at the ape’s
feet. “I’m not swallowing it, though.”

“Me either.”

The sheer volume of semen was impossible to
ingest. I’d drunk it once, and I was determined never to do it
again. I closed my lips around the end, tasting salt.

“Ggrrooaaarrr…good…good Porsche…” Leonard
grunted appreciatively.

Leslie licked one side, running her tongue
over lumpy grooves and veins. She grasped his heavy balls, gently
massaging the rounded sacs. Leslie and I took turns sucking the
crown, saliva dribbling down the shaft and disappearing into his
fur.

“Whooaarrr…” Dale stiffened, discharging a
significant amount of jizz into Kat’s ass.

Not to be outdone, Bubba grunted, emptying
himself in her pussy. White fluid gushed, dousing all three of
them. The smell of wet dog filled the air along with the scent of
pine and grass. The Bigfoots wasted no time disengaging themselves
from their newest plaything, giving Pooky and another Sasquatch a
turn. They stepped in, grabbing Kat, filling her holes quickly. The
naughty scene played out, while the female 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 labored
breathing. Dirt and leaves were stuck to her fur along with noxious
smelling cum. Tired looking apes sat on the ground all around us. I
had to grin at the situation. It was sinful that we would welcome a
new member like this, but it was the Sasquatch way. Leonard stared
at her, his expression revealed nothing.

“What are you thinking?”

He grunted. “Don’t know.”

“Have you ever seen a female before?”

“No.”

“Do you like her better than me?”

This got his attention; his black, shiny eyes
examined my face. “I love my Porsche.” He touched me with the tip
of a finger, tracing my cheekbone. “You my girl. My special
girl.”

“Oh, Leonard.” Wetness pricked my eyes.
“You’re my guy.”

Mike sat next to me, overhearing every word.
“What am I? Chopped liver?”

My arm went around his shoulder. “You’re my
guy too. You’re both my guys. I’m a lucky girl.”

He kissed my forehead. “I’m the lucky one.
Let’s go clean up. I’m fucking exhausted.”

Leonard grunted in agreement.

The next morning, after contacting Dr.
Haynes, we were directed to move east, away from the fire, which
continued to burn with about forty-five percent containment. The
occasional sound of aircraft had us rushing for cover, fearing
being seen by someone other than the trusted scientists. It was
imperative that the Sasquatches remain a myth; the reality must be
kept a secret, or else their tenuous survival hung in the balance.
The media or adventure seekers could overrun us. It would be a
nightmare. The thought of Leonard’s head stuffed and mounted on
some hunting lodge wall made me cringe.

I held Daisy in my arms; the baby was asleep
after feeding, her little hands curled in loose fists. Lendal and
Bubba Jr. ran around snorting and playing, while Kat sat and
watched with a blade of grass hanging out of her mouth. She had
slept between Dale and Pooky, the three of them snoring until the
early hours of morning.

“The supplies are coming,” said Mike,
happily. He wore a green t-shirt with tan shorts. His thighs were
muscled and sexy-looking. I tingled whenever he was near. He came
over and kissed my forehead. Then he kissed Daisy. “How are my
girls today?”

“Tired. I can’t wait to get blankets.
Sleeping on the ground sucks.”

“Help is on the way, honey.”

Kat listened to our conversation; her eyes
skipped between Mike and me and the baby. She seemed
thoughtful.

“Are you all right?” I asked. “Are you
hungry?”

“You’re lucky to have your baby.” Her voice
was higher-pitched than the males and less raspy.

“T-thanks.” I sensed sadness in her. “Do you
have children?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“Lost.”

“What?”

“My baby died, and my son is lost. The fire
came so fast. We were trapped. It was everywhere.” She glanced at
the trees; her black eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” We had the benefit of a
satellite phone, and Dr. Haynes had guided us to safety, sending
air support to drop water. How many Sasquatches had lost their
lives fleeing the blaze? I knew what had to be done. “The guys will
look for him today. Don’t worry.”

“I’ve tried. His smell is gone.”

“Do you have a mate? Your son’s father?”

“He died.”

“We’ll look for him,” said Mike. “We’ve got
supplies coming later, and then we’ll start the search. I wish like
hell we could stay in one place for a while, but this goddamned
fire’s unpredictable.”

“I’m so tired.”

“We should get outta here. Go home until it’s
over.”

“I can’t leave Lendal. The Sasquatches need
guidance. They’d all be dead right now, if it wasn’t for the
satellite phone.”

He touched my hair. “I’m selfish. I just
wanna protect you, honey. I wanna protect Daisy.”

“We’ll be fine.”

An hour later, after the supplies had been
retrieved, Leslie and I washed our hair with lovely smelling
shampoo, and we used soap for the first time in days. It was
marvelous to feel clean. Daisy had fresh cloth diapers, and Lendal
and Bubba Jr. had new toys, which they played with noisily, driving
trucks and cars over the ground. The males departed to find Kat’s
son, and Leslie and Zelda prepared to grill fish. Mike stayed to
watch over us and set up the tents.