Cum For Bigfoot 10 (3 page)

I’d put Daisy down for a nap, tucking her in
with a soft blanket.

“Honey.”

“Yeah?”

He sat next to me with his legs crossed
before him. “I’ve been thinking.”

“What?”

“Those gold nuggets. Maybe I could build a
house. They’ve got some isolated property in the Okanogan
Highlands. I could make it Sasquatch friendly, with higher ceilings
and bigger beds and stuff. You and Daisy could winter with me.”

I tried to find fault with his plan, but I
couldn’t. “That might be a great idea.”

“I love these mountains. I could live here
forever with you.”

“Oh, Mike.”

“I’m gonna insist you marry me, though. Daisy
needs my name and health insurance. I need you to be Mrs.
Tancardi.” My mouth fell open. “I know you love that walking
carpet, and I gotta say, he’s growing on me too, but we gotta be
realistic. If anything happened to Daisy, she needs to be covered.
The same goes for you.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? That’s
crazy.”

“Not really. I love you. I want to take care
of you. I’m going home with you soon, and I wanna meet your family.
I want you to meet mine. We’ll get married then. I gotta build this
house by winter.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Are we on the same page?” He smiled
slightly.

“Yeah. I think we are.”

I spent the day relaxing in relative comfort.
We had camp chairs, which were wonderful, and Mike and I and Leslie
and Zelda talked and laughed while the boys kicked their new soccer
ball around. We waited for the Bigfoots to return, knowing they
would bring fish or game to grill. We had collected firewood and
boiled water. All we needed were the Sasquatches. As the sun began
to lower, and the coolness of evening brought a slight,
pine-scented wind, I thought I heard a rustling in the forest. I’d
come to pick up on the smallest of noises, knowing that although
the apes were quiet, their sheer size could not prevent the
occasional twig from snapping.

Leslie heard it too. Wolfie was in her arms,
suckling her nipple. “They’re coming.”

Bubba was the first to step out of the trees,
followed by Leonard, Dale, Pooky, and several other Bigfoots. The
sight was miraculous, considering these prehistoric creatures had
outlasted their dinosaur counterparts by millions of years. Knowing
now that there were females explained how they managed to survive,
although the women were scarce.

“Oh, look!” exclaimed Leslie. “Kat’s got her
kid!” She clapped her hands. “Oh, my God. That’s so awesome.”

“Wow.” A shorter, thinner Sasquatch limped
next to Kat. He looked to be a little younger than Pooky. “He’s a
cutie. Wonder what’s up with the leg?”

“We’ll have to check it out,” said Mike. He’d
gotten to his feet with his hands on his hips. “Hey, guys.”

On closer inspection, the apes were filthy;
they were covered in ash up to the knees. They had been through
burned territory. Kat’s son perked up when he caught sight of us,
his nostrils flaring. He jumped, limping to the camp, his black
eyes flashing. It was then that I noticed the gash in his leg.

“We gotta clean that out.”

“He’s probably gonna need antibiotics,” said
Zelda. “Those supplies got here in the nick of time.”

Kat looked exhausted. She sat before the
fire, her tongue hung out of the corner of her mouth. “You need
water.” I gave her a big metal tin filled to the brim. She took it,
drinking deeply. “What happened?” I glanced at Leonard. His beard
had bits of ash in it.

“Boy was trapped,” he rasped. “Me tired.” He
collapsed next to me, reaching for Daisy. “Gimme the baby.” He held
her to him; his nose rubbed against her face. She tugged on his
fur, cooing with the contact.

“What’s your name?” asked Zelda. She stared
at Kat’s son.

“Me Archie,” he rasped. His speech was not as
clear as his mother’s. Perhaps, the female vocal chords were better
developed?

“I gotta look at that leg.” Zelda was taking
charge. “Somebody give this kid some water.”

Pooky and Dale didn’t say another word, as
they stepped back into the forest, presumably in search of fish.
Bubba sat with Leslie. She had given him his pipe packed with
cannabis. He lit the end, puffing furiously on the stem. She rubbed
his belly, relaxing him.

Mike dug through our first aid kit. “We gotta
irrigate and see what’s going on here.” He bent next to Archie, who
began to growl. He clearly wasn’t used to humans.

Bubba grunted and gestured, speaking in their
ancient language. Archie seemed to understand, nodding. His black
eyes gleamed as he watched Mike, his expression wary, yet
interested.

Zelda examined him. “It’s not that bad,
actually. Looks like something stuck in there. Aw, shit. It’s a
piece of wood.”

I touched his leg. “Can you get it?” My long
hair fell onto his thigh, and Archie clutched the strands, bringing
them to his nose, where he inhaled deeply.

“Here’s some saline,” said Mike, handing the
bottle to Zelda.

“I gotta get this splinter out. I need to
wash my hands. Be back in a sec.”

Mike knelt next to us, while Kat stared at
the fire; her expression was blank. “Are you okay?” I asked.

She glanced at me. “I’m tired.”

“You’ll feel better when you’ve had some
food. You guys must’ve walked all day.”

Zelda returned. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.
It’s probably gonna hurt, kid. You ready?” She got on her knees,
her hands touching the wounded leg. “I’m gonna dig for this thing.
Just don’t kick me.”

Archie grunted in reply. As she began to
inspect the wound, he grimaced, his face contorting in pain. Then,
to my surprise, he grabbed me, holding me against his chest.

“Oh!” I hadn’t been expecting to be used as a
security blanket. He felt soft and warm; his heart was beating
wildly. His nose was in my neck, inhaling my scent.

“Why is that not a surprise?” murmured
Leslie. “Is there an ape who doesn’t like Porsche?”

Mike laughed, “Apparently not.”

Leonard growled, the sound rumbling in his
chest. Daisy was fast asleep in his hairy arms. Lendal and Bubba
Jr. trounced over, sniffing and inspecting the newcomer.

Lendal eyed the wound in horror. “There’s
blood, mamma.”

“Yeah, I gotta get this fucking stick out,”
grumbled Zelda. “It’s in good.”

Archie roared, “Ooouch…”

He hadn’t let go of me, and I was engulfed in
the aroma of gamey smelling fur. He needed a bath. I tried to pry
myself loose, but he gripped me even tighter. “Oh, good Lord.”

“Looks like you’ve made a new friend,”
quipped Mike.

“Oh, shut up.”

Dale and Pooky returned with fish. Leslie got
to her feet. “I’ll take those. Thanks so much, guys.”

The apes dripped water, their fur smelling
pungent. They’d been wading through a stream. Zelda bandaged
Archie’s leg, wrapping gauze around the wound. The younger
Sasquatch looked relieved that his ordeal was over. He’d finally
let go of me, but his eyes followed my every move. I put Daisy down
to sleep next to Leslie’s baby, Wolfie. It was a treat having tents
again; the shelters offered a clean and comfortable sleeping
environment. Lendal and Bubba Jr. giggled in an adjacent tent,
playing with their new toys. The stress of the fire was a distant
memory to the resilient apes.

Back at camp, I sat next to Leonard, his arm
going around me. We had eaten well; the supply drop had brought
fresh vegetables, fruit, and bread. There were even cookies, but
they hadn’t lasted long. Dr. Haynes had provided candy bars for
Bubba. Leslie had to hide most of them or else he would eat them
all. She needn’t have bothered, because he would sniff them out,
one by one, whenever a chocolate craving hit. Right now, the older
ape looked sedated, the effects of the cannabis dragging down his
eyelids. He stared at the fire, the flames flickering brightly.

We now had blankets, and I sat on one leaning
against Leonard. His even breathing was soothing, his finger
caressing my arm. Mike was in a camp chair, staring at me, smiling.
It was only a matter of minutes before our nightly orgy began, but
the apes seemed tired tonight. The search for Archie had exhausted
them. Kat had recovered from her hike; her expression was alert and
eager. She glanced between Archie and me, watching him staring my
way. It was a little disturbing, the way his eyes skimmed over my
face, hair, and where Leonard rubbed my arm. His tongue flicked
across his lips repeatedly. When Leonard grasped my dress, lifting
it over my head, the younger Sasquatch gaped, his mouth hanging
open. He’d undoubtedly never seen a naked human before, and his
cock practically jumped from his fur, pink and angry looking.

Mike rubbed his chin. The weeks worth of
stubble made him look ruggedly handsome. “I guess I have to get
used to sharing my wife with every horny ape that crosses her
path.”

“Wife?” Leslie appeared surprised.

“I’ve asked Porsche to marry me.”

“What did she say?”

“I said yes.” Leonard held my boobs, pinching
the nipples between his fingers.

“Are you leaving?”

“No. It’s for Daisy. Making sure she has
health insurance and stuff. We’re gonna build a house on some land.
It’ll be Sasquatch friendly.”

“Really?” Zelda looked hopeful. “We could use
a winter home.”

“Exactly,” said Mike.

“Back in the day, there were Bigfoot
protectors,” said Zelda. “They’ve died off over the years. Some of
them made the mistake of building on Federal land, and the
government booted them.”

I remembered the mountain man, Palmer, who
had given Leonard and Dale refuge years ago after my kidnapping. I
hadn’t seen him in a long time. “Palmer.”

She glanced at me. “Yeah, he was one of them.
Maggy’s sister might be living with him. I’m not sure.”

Leonard’s nose was in my neck, and his hand
had drifted down my belly to the wet folds of my pussy. A lengthy
finger moved over me. “Oh, Leonard.” A rush of tingles burst in my
tummy.

Mike watched, as did the rest of the tribe.
Pooky’s grunting revealed a lengthy phallus; his hand was wrapped
around it, rubbing leisurely.

“Whooarrr…” Bubba rasped, his pink shaft
thrusting upward. Leslie flung her arms around his neck, burying
her face in musky pelt. Her hand closed over his shaft, massaging
the dripping organ.

“Oh, God, Leonard.” I was incredibly
sensitive tonight, my body responding to my lover’s touch. A heady
sensation had the walls of my vagina closing around his finger,
wanting more.

Dale grabbed Kat, making her squeal in
surprise. She jumped to her feet, bounding into the woods, with the
horny Sasquatch hot on her heels. Two others took off after them,
snapping branches loudly in their clumsy pursuit.

Mike leaned in and kissed me, his tongue
invading my mouth. He smelled of campfire, and he tasted of
chocolate, having eaten M&M’s earlier. A strange purring caught
our attention. It was high-pitched and rhythmic, emanating from
Archie, who panted with his tongue out, watching me.

“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” murmured Zelda.
“Look at that boy. He’s about to jump outta of his skin.”

I was nearly on the edge of orgasm; Leonard’s
talented finger had been rubbing something exquisite deep inside of
me. I held out my arms. “You can have me, if you want.”

Mike nibbled on my neck, kissing and sucking
the skin. He nipped my earlobe, sending a shot of arousal into the
pit of my tummy. Leslie had Bubba’s cock in her mouth, while Pooky
lifted her dress, sliding a finger into her pussy. His tongue
lapped her cheek, leaving a wet streak.

“Omigod!” she gasped. He’d surprised her by
sliding over her bumpy anus. “You dirty boys!” He’d learned quickly
how to please a woman in naughty ways. He drove into her tight
bands, rimming her thoroughly. “Ooohh…shit…” She could hardly suck
Bubba’s cock; she was so distracted. His finger worked her, never
once stopping the silent seduction.

Shy and inexperienced, Archie approached, his
expression filled with wonder and lust. He practically fell into my
boobs, rubbing his hairy face against the abundant flesh. I was
still breastfeeding, and, as he tugged on a nipple, I exploded with
milk; the spray was thin but powerful, wetting his fur.

“Gggrrooaarr…” he growled.

Leonard held me, his cock pulsing under my
ass. He seemed happy to let Archie fondle me, waiting patiently for
his turn. Mike had lifted his shirt, tossing it to the ground. He
pulled his belt through his shorts and unzipped the material. His
cock wasn’t as thick or as long as a Bigfoot’s, but that didn’t
matter, because it pleased me all the same. I craved it just as
much as Leonard’s. I now had three horny males wanting me, two of
whom were raspy, hairy beasts.

I’m a lucky girl
.

Leonard’s finger slipped from my pussy,
leaving a wet swath of arousal. “Oh, God. Somebody fuck me!”
Archie, who was practically salivating with eagerness, came between
my thighs, his thick, wet cock pushing against me. I grabbed for
it, sliding it up and down over my opening. Luckily, his mother
wasn’t around to witness his deflowering, because I was going to
fuck this bad boy until I screamed. “Yes. Put it in. Do it
now.”

He slid, grunting, a look of shock on his
face. He’d never experienced the feel of a hot, moist sheath
before, the confines of my walls clamping around him. “Whooaarrr…”
A look of rapture transformed his face, his eyes never leaving me.
“Pretty girl! So pretty!” Leonard growled at this announcement,
licking the side of my face.

Zelda watched the goings on, amusement
registering in her smile. “Hey, Mike. I wouldn’t mind your
attention, if you wanna give an old lady a ride.”

“It is a little crowded over here.”