Cum For Bigfoot 10 (5 page)

We clung together, our skin damp with
perspiration and the aroma of spicy soap lingering. “I love you
too, Mike.”

I was married three days later at City Hall
with my parents present and Mike’s mom and dad and younger brother.
We celebrated by having brunch at our favorite Italian restaurant.
My mother was slightly disappointed that I didn’t have a big church
affair, but I needed to keep things simple. I didn’t want anyone to
make a big fuss. I wore a lovely white sundress with a garland of
baby’s breath in my hair, while Mike had on a dark gray suit. He
looked so handsome, with freshly shorn hair which had been combed
back. Daisy was baptized a day later at our church, mostly to
appease my grandmother who had insisted upon it.

The two weeks I spent at home were filled
with shopping, doctors’ appointments, and getting my financial
affairs in order. We also had to find a buyer for several gold
nuggets, which Leonard had found in the rivers and streams.
Property had to be purchased, and the house needed to be completed.
We were at a boring meeting with a tax adviser, and I stepped into
the hall to find the restroom.

“Porsche Delessops?”

I turned to see a tall man wearing a baseball
cap. His expression was eager, yet slightly predatory. “Yes.”

“Hi, I’m Nick Redfern.” He held out a hand. I
shook it somewhat hesitantly, not knowing who the stranger was. “I
host a website about mysterious creatures. I do research on the
strange and unusual. I’m hoping you can help me. Our latest project
is finding evidence that Bigfoot exists. I was wondering if you’d
talk to me.”

Oh, shit!
I tried to mask my panic.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I headed
towards the ladies’ room. He followed me, just a step behind.

“Look, I know you know about the
Sasquatches.”

“You must have me confused with someone
else.”

“You’re the woman living with them. You’re in
on it with the government, who’s keeping it a secret.”

I stopped walking to glare at him. “Look,
mister, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You’re off
your rocker, buddy. You might wanna cut back on the cough
syrup.”

“You live with them. They’ve taken you into
their tribe. I just want to go with you…to see them. It’s a passion
of mine. A life’s pursuit.”

I dashed into the bathroom. “You’re crazy.
Leave me alone!” I hid for as long as I could. When I emerged, the
stranger had gone, which was a relief. Out in the parking lot, I
scanned the cars, feeling anxious and suspicious. I noticed a tan
colored van parked across the street, and a man wearing a baseball
cap sat in the passenger seat.
Oh, great
.

“Some guy accosted me in the hallway.”

“What?” Mike held open the door.

“Over there, in that van. That’s him. He
asked about Sasquatches. He knew my name. He said he was Nick
Redfern.”

Alarm registered on his face. “Get in and sit
tight. I’ll be right back.” He ran towards the van, but it suddenly
moved into the street, burning rubber as it raced away. Mike stood
with his hands on his hips, staring after the vehicle. Then he
pressed a few buttons on his cell phone and strolled back towards
our car.

“I got the license plate number. I’m gonna
let Dr. Haynes know about this. There’s a leak somewhere.”

“Are we in trouble?”

“No.” He drew the seatbelt over his chest.
“There are Bigfoot hunting clubs and stuff. They run around the
woods trying to get evidence. They’re conspiracy theorists and
curiosity seekers. We have to rescue them every season when they
get injured or lost. Morons.”

“He knew my name.”

“Yeah, that part bothers me.”

“Me too.”

I packed several days later, getting ready to
return to the forest. Dr. Haynes and George would be accompanying
me. They were excited to meet Kat. They wanted to outfit her with a
tracking device. Mike would stay and take care of the new house.
I’d see him again in a few weeks. He drove us to Lost Lake. The
winding road had a hundred and forty-four turns, which lead to the
edge of the wilderness. The campground was situated at thirty-one
hundred feet, nestled within a dormant volcano known as Mt.
Hood.

Dr. Haynes and George were behind us. We
parked in a gravel lot next to newly planted trees. This was where
my adventure had begun all those years ago during a summer camping
trip with Christopher Vandekamp and his father, Doug. I had slept
with the sexy dad, enjoying him in one of the cabins. My friend’s
Leslie and Shelly had been along, as well as Cameron and Darren,
but only the girls had gotten kidnapped. Those first days were
filled with terror and mind-blowing sex. Little did I know that my
journey had only just begun, and that, years later, I would be the
mother of a little Sasquatch and a baby girl. Who would have
thought that I would marry a forest ranger? I had the best of both
worlds: living among the apes, which I had grown to love,
especially Leonard, and visiting my parents several times a
year.

Mike hugged me. “I’m gonna miss you.”

I wore a shiny yellow gold band around my
left ring finger. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’m gonna work my ass off getting the house
ready.”

“I can’t wait. I want a big fireplace.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He helped secure the infant
carrier to my back. “The boys are waiting by the trees.” He was
referring to the Sasquatches.

“Yeah, I know. We’re probably gonna spend the
night in Maggy’s old cabin.”

“Looks like rain is coming.” Dark clouds had
drifted over the mountain ridge. The lake appeared eerie; the water
was placid and dark. There wasn’t anyone in sight, although an old
Jeep was parked nearby.

George strolled by me, wearing a huge
backpack. “Here we go again. This is why I eat all summer, cause I
know I’ll burn it off in three days.” A faded baseball cap was on
his head. “Can’t wait to see the female anthropoid.”

Mike kissed me. “Hang tough, baby. I’ll catch
ya later.”

I hugged him. “I’ll be fine.”

“You got the new phone, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna get everything settled, and then
you and Daisy can spend time at the house. I’m meeting with the
architect this week.”

“You’ll know where we are, cuz you can track
our position.”

“That’s right. I’ll be joining you soon
enough.” He kissed me. “I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.”

He kissed Daisy on the forehead. “Take care,
my girls.”

The scientists had gone on ahead, wandering
around the edge of the lake. I smiled, feeling happy and euphoric.
“I love these woods.”

“They look good on you.”

“See you soon.” I waved to Mike, as I made my
way down the path.

He stood watching until I was out of sight.
Catching up with George and Connor, we walked to the other side of
the lake, taking a small path into the woods. When we were clear of
the cabins, a hulking beast of a Sasquatch stepped in front of
me.

“Leonard!”

“Ggrrrooaarrr…” He grabbed me, holding me
close, but mindful of Daisy. “I missed my Porsche.”

“Who’s here?” I saw Dale. He growled at the
scientists, the hair on top of his head standing on end. “Oh, stop
that. You know George and Connor. Behave yourself.” He grunted in
reply.

“Only Dale,” rasped Leonard. “We see the
tribe tomorrow.”

“You’re looking healthy, Leonard,” said Dr.
Haynes. “How’s the forest been treating you?”

“Good.” He glanced behind us. “Where’s
Mike?”

“He’ll come later,” I said. “He’s got stuff
he’s gotta do.”

Dale had begun walking, not wanting to
participate in idle chitchat. We headed down a path; our
destination was several hours away. Thirty minutes later, rain
began falling, and I had to throw a waterproof poncho over Daisy. I
was soaked and shivering by the time we arrived at Maggy’s cabin.
She had been Leonard’s mother, having passed away several years
ago.

Leonard lit a fire, and I held Daisy, the
baby feeding from my breast. I placed her in a portable cot, which
was lightweight and easy to fold. The room glowed and flickered
with the embers of the fire. George and Connor were in a small
bedroom; I could hear their muted talking through the wall. I
snuggled between the Sasquatches and sighed. This was utterly
familiar and comforting. Leonard began purring, the sound
resonating deep within his chest. His hand stroked my tummy beneath
a t-shirt. Not to be left out, Dale sniffed and licked my neck,
rubbing his nose against my skin. Both of their cocks jutted, the
ends dripping with pre-cum.

This had been the house I had been taken to
after my initial kidnapping. The basement was dark and smelly, with
a heavy steel cage and a wooden table with wrist and ankle
restraints. Leonard kidnapped women and used them for sex. Leslie,
Shelly, and I had been held for several days, enduring his monster
cock. It was the beginning of an entirely different life for me.
The rough start had led to challenges and, surprisingly,
indescribable happiness.

I closed a hand around each cock. They were
going to work me over beautifully, and I couldn’t think of anything
I wanted more. “Oh, you dirty boys.”

“Whooaarrr…”

“Purrr…purr…puurrr…”

The scientists knew to leave us to our own
devices after a reunion. They’d emerge once the apes had been
thoroughly satisfied, and, with that in mind, I took Leonard into
my mouth, sucking on the rounded tip.

“Good, Porsche. Good.”

Dale’s cock leaked profusely. I lapped at the
river of clear fluid, producing a lengthy groan from him. Someone’s
finger slid into my pants and between my legs, driving into the
swollen folds of my pussy.

“Oh, guys…yes!”

Dale grasped my pants, dragging them down my
thighs along with my underwear. I worked one shaft and then the
other, sucking aggressively. Leonard’s finger reamed me, thrusting
deep into my velvety folds. My wetness produced squishing
sounds.

“Oh, you boys are so hard.” I sounded
breathless.

Strong hands gripped my hips, pushing me to
my knees. I sucked Leonard while Dale prodded me, but he did not
slide inside like I thought he would. Instead, he ran over my
swollen clit, arousing me even further. Leonard grasped my head,
thrusting his cock to the back of my throat, gagging me. This
treatment was wildly stimulating, sending me careening into erotic
bliss. I gagged repeatedly; the width of him had my jaw aching.

“Please, Dale. Stop teasing. I need it now!”
He gave me what I wanted by sliding deep with one thrust. His heavy
balls slapped my pussy, the sound nearly eclipsing his animalistic
groans. “Oh, my God!” I loved being at their mercy, because I knew
I could trust them. I didn’t have to worry that they would hurt me.
“Fuck me hard, Dale! Oh, yes, you nasty beast!”

“Ggrrooaarrr…”

Each thrust massaged and pleased, until the
tingling edges of release began to close in on me, like a euphoric
cloud. Dale’s wheezing quickly reached a roaring crescendo. He
wouldn’t last long at this rate.

“Porsche! Gggrroooaarr…” He stiffened,
spraying me with jizz; the abundance of whitish fluid gushed down
my legs in thin rivers.

He continued to ream deeply, his phallus
gradually softening, but it was enough to drive me over the edge,
my body shuddering with hundreds of tiny spasms.

“Ooohhh…oh, God!” I nearly bit down on the
cock in my mouth; it felt so good.

“Whooaarrr…” Leonard erupted like an out of
control volcano, semen splashing my face. I closed my eyes, trying
not to swallow. Fluid poured down my neck, past my breasts, as he
continued to eject measured spurts. “Good…good!” The Sasquatch
grunted in pleasure.

“Oh, Jesus.” I collapsed onto the blanket,
and sighed. “You boys made me so messy.”

Leonard touched my back. “Good, Porsche. I
love my Porsche.”

“I love you too.”

Dale’s chest rumbled with the sound of
laughter. “Porsche all wet.”

“No shit,” I muttered. “Now I gotta take a
cold shower. Great.” There was no hot water in the cabin.
“Ugh.”

We headed out early the next day, a dense fog
lingering over us, making the hike a challenge. These woods were
familiar territory: the old-growth Douglas furs, the lichen covered
boulders, and wild huckleberries. We stopped for lunch by a crystal
clear stream and ate tasty bull trout, which Dale had plucked out
of the water with his bare hands. It would be several more hours
before we met up with the tribe, who had settled comfortably near
one of our favorite hot springs. I looked forward to spending a few
days relaxing and indulging in orgies.

As the sun began to set and the shadows grew
richer, I saw lights flickering up ahead, signifying a camp.
Leonard and Dale sniffed the air, their keen sense of smell telling
them that our friends were near.

“Gggrrrooaarrr…” came a high-pitched voice I
recognized immediately.

“Lendal!” He nearly knocked me over with a
huge hug. He seemed to have grown again. Bubba Jr. was behind him,
practicing a ferocious growl that came out sounding guttural and
weak.

“I miss my mamma!”

Leslie appeared. “Hey, girl. Glad you made it
back.”

“How was Lendal?”

“He didn’t cry at all this time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He was a little bummed, but he got
over it.”

I flashed my wedding band. “Mike and I got
married.”

She hugged me. “Congratulations. You’re
totally legit now.” We strolled towards the camp; a robust fire had
been lit with something delicious roasting on a spit.

“How were things?”

“Good. No drama. Some of the apes left, but
we still have Pooky and Archie.”