Cum For Bigfoot 10 (4 page)

“Come sit by me.” She patted the blanket. “If
that girl doesn’t want your cock, I’ll take it.” She eyed his
member, which jutted. “That looks awfully good. It gives me some
ideas.”

He grinned. “I bet.”

I was blissfully ravaged; Archie’s cock
wasn’t as large as Leonard’s or Dale’s, because he was younger, but
the width and length massaged me greedily, hitting all the
pleasurable nooks and crannies. I grasped for him, holding fur,
which felt soft and abrasive.

“Omigod! It’s so good.” Leonard kissed me,
sliding his tongue inside my mouth. The oral stimulation sent me
over the edge, as I shuddered, helplessly tumbling into oblivion.
My hairy lover drove deep, plunging his cock to the balls, crushing
them against me. He stiffened, jetting streams of heated cream.

“Gggrrooaarrr…” he howled, the sound drifting
into the forest.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Leslie with
her apes and Zelda with Mike; she sat on him, riding vigorously.
Leonard was harder than a rock.

Oh, my
.

The night had only just begun.

Archie pulled free, releasing a torrent of
fluid. No sooner had he vacated my hole, then Leonard lifted me,
driving in deep. The sensation was incredible. He held my hips,
raising me up and down over him, using my pussy for his pleasure.
Archie stared, not believing he had received such satisfaction, and
clearly wanting more. His cock was already growing, showing signs
of life. The bandaged leg didn’t seem to bother him at all, as he
stared at where Leonard entered, driving his meat to the hilt.

“Oh, you horny boys!” He worked me, pounding
himself into an orgasm. He stiffened, groaning, as semen poured
down my inner thighs. “What a good boy, Leonard.” I sounded
breathless.

Bubba roared at the other end of camp,
squirting Leslie, who had an ape at her backdoor, driving deep. To
add to our depravity, there were sounds of animal lust in the
woods; Kat was enjoying her ravishment, her screams echoing. It was
a night made for sex; the air was laced with the scent of
honeysuckle and Sasquatch semen. It was a bittersweet aroma, one
that I was entirely used to.

“Oh, Jesus,” gasped Mike. He withstood
Zelda’s ruthless assault, as she worked him, driving her hips back
and forth, seeking climax.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Gimme that cock, you
sexy forest ranger.”

He laughed, “Just try not to break me in
half, woman!”

“I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

“Yeah? No shit.”

I dripped with Sasquatch jizz; the fluid was
sticky. It would itch when it dried. I longed to wash off, but from
the look on Archie’s face, I wouldn’t get the chance. He had taken
to sex like a duck to water, grabbing me, and forcing me on my
knees.

“Oh, you horndog!”

He slid with one thrust, filling me to the
balls. I grasped the blanket, holding on for dear life, while the
randy young buck worked me, plundering my depths. It was a little
surprising how quickly he had recovered, but what was more so, was
my response. I felt myself clamping around him, milking the
invading organ. This produced a heady buzz that lingered in my
anatomy, teasing me with the promise of bliss.

“Shit, you horny ape. Good God.”

Leonard, far from idle, fingered my cheeks,
sliding over my puckered orifice. I dripped with wetness, and he
toyed around the edges, dipping into me, gradually. The sensation
had me panting; the pleasure was so intense. Knowing how much I
loved to have my bottom played with, he slid further, opening up
the tight bands. I was trying to maintain some semblance of
composure, but the pressure and subsequent agony elevated
everything I was feeling, taking it to a higher plane.

“Oh-fuck-shit!”

He knew what he was doing, that wicked ape.
He teased me with a second finger, sliding it with the first, which
brought a sharp wave of pain, which then morphed into even more
pleasure. I bore down on Archie, knowing I wouldn’t last long.
These apes were too good at this, understanding all the ins and
outs of pleasing a woman.

“Ooohhh…”

Leonard reamed me, knowing I was near the
edge. The pleasure/pain tossed me over the cliff, flinging me into
senseless abandon. I gasped, as wave after wave of ecstasy had
stars exploding in my brain. Archie plunged, punishing me with his
monster cock, while his ragged breathing transformed into a
bellowing howl, the beast having found repletion.

“Whoooaarrr…”

I gushed with the aftereffects of his lust,
the milky fluid pouring down my thighs, wetting the blanket beneath
us. Mike’s moans indicated that he was close, as was Leslie, who
gasped and screamed, enjoying her apes. I collapsed against Leonard
utterly spent. He sighed deep in his chest, purring. Archie touched
my bottom, his black hand feeling my soft skin. He seemed
mesmerized by me, following the line of my back.

Leonard grunted and shoved him. “That’s
enough. You go away.” His arms tightened around me. “Porsche’s my
girl.”

I giggled, “Don’t fight. There’s plenty to go
around.”

Archie’s lower lip hung out, and he looked
unhappy.

Good Lord. They always want me
.

I glanced around the camp, noting prone,
naked bodies, gleaming with perspiration. Leslie was in Bubba’s
arms, and Zelda had gotten up, throwing a dress over her head.

“We should take a walk to the hot spring,”
said Mike.

“I need it.”

He held out his hand. “Come on, honey. Up
with you.”

“Thanks.”

Leonard and Archie got to their feet. I
grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around me.

“I’ll watch the little ones,” said Leslie.
“We’ll go after you get back.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

I slept between Leonard and Mike that night,
which was mildly surprising. It was a treat to have the man and the
animal I loved near me. Things were definitely looking up.

As the days wore on and the fire shifted, we
were told that there was a safe southeasterly corridor that we
could take. Being this far north with winter on the horizon was not
a good idea. Packing camp, we began the arduous hike home, through
land that had not been burned to the ground. The apes were able to
hunt and fish, providing ample protein, which was an important
staple of our diet. On the tenth day, we trekked through familiar
territory, the steeply sloping mountains giving way to deep
valleys, filled with ice cold streams and abundant fish.

Mike and I would be leaving soon with Daisy.
I had been in contact with Dr. Haynes, and the pick up at Lost Lake
was two days away. My excitement grew, knowing that I would see my
parents again and that they would meet Mike. Lendal was now
accustomed to me leaving periodically, and he understood that I
would return. He looked forward to it, because I brought toys and
candy back for him. Kat and Archie had become a part of our tribe;
the female Sasquatch had grown close to Dale. They slept in the
same shelter, and he looked after her, making sure she was safe and
fed. They removed each other’s ticks and untangled their fur, the
grooming sometimes lasting for hours. It was cute.

On the day of my departure, I hugged Leonard.
“I’ll be back, you big lug.”

“I’ll miss my Porsche,” he rasped.

“You watch Lendal. Keep him out of the poison
ivy.”

“Ggrrrooarrr…”

“Mamma!” Lendal hugged me, practically
squeezing the air out of my lungs. “You come back, mamma!”

“I will. You take care of Bubba Jr. and
Wolfie.”

“Bring me chewing gum and toys.”

“Yeah, not the gum, but I’ll do the toys.”
The last time he had gum he had gotten it stuck in his pelt.

“Bring more soccer balls.”

I ruffled the fur on his head. “I always
do.”

I hugged Leslie. “You should be coming with
us.”

“I’ll go in the spring. Have fun with your
folks. Congrats on your upcoming marriage.”

“Thanks.”

“Gimme a hug.” Zelda embraced me, smelling of
pine and campfire. “Have a good visit.”

“I will. You guys take care. Call, if there’s
a problem.”

“See you in a couple of weeks,” said
Leslie.

Mike had Daisy in the infant carrier, which
was strapped to his back. “I’ll bring her home, Leonard.”

“You take care of my Porsche.”

“I always do.”

The ape grumbled in reply, a pipe hanging out
of the corner of his mouth. His black eyes flickered as they rested
on me. He knew I would return, because I always did. I belonged to
the forest now, but I loved visiting my parents and sister. This
trip was necessary for several reasons, the first being Daisy’s
health, and then marrying Mike, which would provide security for
us. I was in love with him, and I was ready to be his wife. I had
tried to explain to Leonard that I was going to be legally wed, but
he failed to understand the significance, nor did he care. As long
as I returned, that was all that mattered to him.

Mike and I hiked the remainder of the way to
the Lost Lake camping ground, avoiding several families who had
gathered. We must have looked a sight, with our straggly hair and
worn out looking clothing. Dr. Haynes stood near his vehicle.

“Hey! You guys look great.”

I hugged him. “I’m so tired.”

“I got sandwiches and drinks.”

“Oh, thank God. I’m starving.”

We piled in the car, with Daisy ensconced in
an infant seat. The movement of the car lulled her to sleep, while
Mike and I ate and drank, the food tasting heavenly. The scientists
would return to the tribe with us, to meet Kat, who they were
wildly interested in. She was the first ever known female Bigfoot,
and they wanted to observe her closely. Whether she would allow
this or not remained to be seen.

My parents were so excited when we pulled
into the driveway, rushing out to hug me. My sister, Lena,
blonde-haired and pretty, held the baby. Daisy was wide-eyed by all
the new faces.

“She doesn’t look like a Sasquatch,” said
Lena.

“That’s cause she isn’t, dumbass.” We always
argued and irritated one another, and I doubted this visit would be
any different.

“This is Mike. Mike these are my
parents.”

He shook hands with my dad. “Hi, nice to meet
you, Mr. Delessops.”

“Thanks for bringing her home.”

“Hello, Mike. Oh, let me hold Daisy,” said
mom. “She’s so adorable. What a little cutie. Come on inside. You
guys must be exhausted.”

“They could use showers,” murmured Lena.

“Fuck off, you little shit.”

“Make me, why don’t ya.”

Mike grinned. “Nice, guys, nice.”

Dr. Haynes followed us up the steps. He was
in contact with my parents regularly, keeping them informed about
my whereabouts. The fire this summer had been a concern for
everyone.

The first thing I did was step in the shower,
Mike joining me. It was bizarre to be with him in civilized
conditions, instead of swimming in a river or a hot spring. The
water felt heavenly, as did the soap, which was used liberally. I
scrubbed my hair with shampoo, rinsing out weeks worth of grime.
Mike’s hands were on my shoulders, while his cock pressed to my
bottom.

“I like you like this,” he said huskily.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Nice and clean and wet.”

“I bet.”

“We should get out, so I can rub lotion all
over you.”

My hand wrapped around his cock. “I think
that’s a great idea.”

He shut the water off, handing me a towel.
“Thanks.”

His lips covered mine, soft and sweet, his
tongue flicking into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck,
pressing myself to him. He lifted me, stepping out of the shower,
and stumbled towards the bed, which we landed on, banging the
headboard into the wall.

“Oh, Mike…”

He kissed my neck, biting gently. He nipped
at my earlobe, sending a burst of tingles down my spine. My
fingertips pressed into his lower back, feeling the solidity of his
form. I dug into his ass, massaging firm glutes. He groaned,
kissing me, our tongues fighting a sensuous battle. My entire body
buzzed with anticipation, my nipples having hardened to stiff
peaks. He caught one in his mouth, sucking greedily, releasing a
gush of milk.

“Now we’ll have to shower again,” I
complained. “I’ll be all sticky.” His hand drifted to my tummy,
skimming over silky skin and sliding to my nub, which felt like a
marble. It was engorged and throbbing.

“I don’t care. Kiss me.”

Our mouths met, igniting a wild kiss. I
bucked against his hand, sending his finger further inside of me.
Sensing what I wanted, he shifted, positioning himself between my
legs, his phallus rubbing against my moist slit. With a single
push, he was buried deep, rubbing me intimately.

“Oh, God…Mike.”

His face was in my neck, nibbling and
kissing, while he drove wildly, thrusting to the balls. “Baby…”

“My parents are downstairs…”

“It’s naughty. You’re such a dirty girl,
Porsche Delessops.”

“Not for long. I’ll be Mrs. Tancardi
soon.”

“Oh, yes, you will.”

“Oh, God…fuck me harder.”

He drove ruthlessly, working my snug passage
and creating a firestorm of pleasure that had my tummy tingling. We
clung together, rubbing and straining, caught up in something so
powerful and miraculous, that I never wanted to be separated from
him again. He was a part of me, just like Leonard was, my two
handsome lovers, who satisfied me endlessly.

“Oh…God…oooohhhh…”

“That’s it, baby. You’re so close.”

“MIKE!”

The headboard banged loudly, thumping into
the wall in a rhythmic fashion. I shuddered, sinking my teeth into
his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his skin, which held a hint
of soap.

“Ooohhh…Porsche…” He stiffened, emptying
himself deep inside of me. “I love you, Porsche…”