Cum For Bigfoot 13 (2 page)

“Whhooaarrr…” It was Bubba, who had lit a
pipe, the noxious smell of cannabis lingering in the air.

Leonard approached, sitting next to me,
interest flaring in his eyes. He suddenly pulled me into his lap.
“Oh!” His nose was in my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin gently.
“Oh, Leonard.”

“Ggggrrrr…”

The atmosphere was relaxed, easy, and
increasingly sexual. After food and bathing, these creatures loved
an orgy. Bubba puffed heartily, as smoke plumed over his head. He’d
leaned against a rock, his huge belly lifting and falling with each
breath. Tate’s tongue hung out of the side of his mouth, as his
beady eyes roamed over Leslie and me. I shivered from his look,
knowing that there were only two women and four horny
Sasquatches.

Something hard and wet pressed into my
bottom. Leonard’s mouth was near my ear. “Grrrrr…pretty Lena.” He
nipped at the skin on my throat. “You make Leonard happy.”

Oh, dear.

Bubba’s formidable cock had sprung free,
rising above tufts of brownish, gray fur. His eyelids were
partially closed, giving him a look of lustful satiety. His
demeanor was indicative of his status, being king of his domain,
presiding over his court by encouraging the evening’s
festivities.

Leslie glanced at me. “You could help me, if
you want.”

This entreaty was a surprise. “Um…I
guess.”

She wrapped her hand around the pinkish,
throbbing organ. “He’s a good boy, isn’t he?” she purred.

“Gggrrroooaarrrr…”

The others watched; their expressions were
interested and aroused. I could feel the weight of their stares.
They were expecting me to make a move. I crawled over to Leslie,
who had the bulging tip of Bubba’s cock in her mouth. There
certainly was more than enough of it to go around, and, as I
neared, she shoved it in my direction.

“Let’s eat him together.”

I hesitated for a moment, the musky aroma
filling my senses. If someone had told me that one day I would be
having sex with prehistoric monsters, I would have thought they
were crazy, but here I was! I licked the length tentatively, while
Leslie sucked on the crown, prompting a groan to escape from the
throat of the great ape. I was still naked from bathing, and I
detected the feel of a hand on my thigh. Tate ran his fingers over
my leg, massaging gently, while Leonard and Archie watched.

“Whhooaarrr…good…” Bubba rasped. “Good
girls!”

The hand on my thigh neared my pussy,
brushing against the sensitive protrusion of my clit. I was about
to take Bubba in my mouth, when he unexpectedly squirted clear
fluid more than a foot into the air.

“Oh, my goodness,” exclaimed Leslie, who
stared at her lover with wide eyes. “Somebody’s full of it.” He
collapsed against a rock, his belly heaving, while Leslie massaged
him, using the abundant pre-cum as lubrication. “That’s a good boy.
You like that, don’t you?” He grunted in reply.

Tate’s finger toyed with my opening, running
circles over my clit and lower. He played with me leisurely,
content to tease and provoke, and not quite ready yet to take it
further. Leslie and I laved Bubba, working each side with our
tongues, pleasuring him endlessly. When he wasn’t in her mouth, I
took him, and then she would swallow the tip, while I worked the
shaft. His balls were hairless and pink, hanging amid his legs. The
sacs were filled to the brim with seminal fluid.

“Gggrrrooaarr…nice…Leslie…nice…”

The hand between my thighs was distracting,
mostly because a long, wet finger had slid into my velvety
entrance. While he rubbed deeply, his thumb landed on top of the
fat lump of my clitoris. This left me nearly mindless with
pleasure.

“Oh! Ooohhh…” My hair fell onto Bubba, while
Leslie gagged on his cock, taking as much of him in her mouth, as
she was able. I grabbed the sticky object. “It’s my tur—” He
groaned then jetting a whitish stream of cum, which surprised me.
“Holy cow!”

“Whhooaarrr…”

Most of it landed in the grass, while wild
sprays hit Leslie and me. The sheer quantity of the spunk was
stunning. The sight stirred the other Bigfoot’s, as they neared;
their eyes were bright and eager. Archie grabbed me, bringing me
over him.

“Oh, my God!”

My body was lifted above his head, as he lay
on the ground. I found myself sitting on his face, his tongue
driving into my pussy, feeling soft and wet. The shear size of it
was staggering; the width and length filled me completely, rubbing
something incredible deep inside. I braced my hands on the ground,
while someone shuffled behind me. It was Tate, and his look
revealed his lusty enthusiasm.

Leslie got to her feet. “I’m gonna check on
the boys. Be back in a sec.”

The smell of cannabis was almost
overpowering, since Bubba had lit his pipe. He reclined on the
grass, his face a mask of contentment. Hands were on my buttocks,
separating my cheeks, exposing the tiny, puckered hole. While
Archie drove into me, slaking his thirst on my juices, another
tongue prodded in a forbidden place, breaching me by increments. To
say that I was in the throes of unimaginable pleasure would be an
understatement.

“Oh…God…oh, wow!”

I glanced over my shoulder at Leonard, who
held his cock, rubbing it leisurely while eyeing me. “Good, Lena.
Good,” he rasped.

I drove my pussy into Archie’s face, his
tongue sliding further, feeling deliciously wet. The size of Tate’s
tongue produced a tiny bit of discomfort, until I adjusted to the
intrusion. Both apes worked vigorously, their saliva wetting me
thoroughly. The tongue in my ass felt slinky and hot; the
sensations were so incredible, I moaned helplessly, not wanting it
to end.

“Oh…you dirty boys…”

“Gggrrooaarrr…” Bubba growled his
approval.

“Looks like I didn’t miss anything.” Leslie
knelt before Leonard. “I should help you with this.” He grunted in
reply. “It’s gotten so long and hard.” She manipulated him with her
hands. “Does this feel good?”

“Gggrrooaaarrr…”

“Yes, it does.”

I reveled in the intense pleasure I endured
at the probing tongues of naughty Sasquatches. Before I could
settle in fully, a shift occurred, and I found myself being passed
above Archie’s body. I was held over his cock, until he lowered me
onto his thickened shaft.

“Holy crap!” The intrusion was staggering,
stretching me to capacity. There was no way I could take all of it,
but it didn’t matter. “Ooohh…you dirty boys…”

“Nice, Lena,” he moaned. “Nice.”

Not to be left out, Tate touched my bottom,
sliding a finger into me and wiggling it around. I knew what the
apes intended, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. He
positioned himself behind me, pressing against my tight bands.

“Gggrrooaarrr…” It was Leonard, who watched
while his penis was worked on; Leslie’s noisy sucking sounds echoed
in the cavern.

The humidity had dampened my skin, which was
slightly clammy to the touch. The heat did not affect the apes at
all. Archie drove upwards, reaming me, while Tate began to insert
himself, pushing and withdrawing slowly. I had been fully primed,
yet he was gentle, not wanting to hurt me. When he finally crossed
the threshold with that huge, globular head, I gasped at the
feeling, amazed that I could accommodate two beasts at once.

“Ooohhh…” They could hardly move; the fit was
so tight. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, God…”

I was impaled between them, growing even
hotter by the second, especially with the heat they gave off.
Archie grunted, thrusting upwards, while Tate sank, smacking his
heavy balls against my pussy. His hands were on my hips, his
fingers pressing into my skin. Their raspy groans echoed, while
they labored, pleasuring me thoroughly. Several strokes later, he
grunted, stiffening, as a deluge of semen poured out of my bottom,
wetting Archie.

“Whhooaarrr…” Archie grimaced. He thrust
harshly, groaning and drenching my silky tunnel with moisture.

“What are you going to do with this big hunk
of meat, you bad boy?” asked Leslie.

Leonard staggered to his feet, eager to have
me. As Archie and Tate collapsed on the grass, I was taken into his
arms; his nose was in my neck, sniffing. “Pretty Porsche.”

I blinked in surprise. “I’m not Porsche.”

“Whoooaarrr…”

He set me on the ground; his expression was
intense. Shuffling between my thighs, he pressed his enormous cock
to my opening, but instead of going deep, he rubbed it against my
clit, dipping into my pussy only slightly. Over and over, he worked
me in this manner; his patience was amazing, his self-control even
more so. With each caress, sensation exploded within me, my body
tensing, anticipating an amazing orgasm. He eyed my breasts, which
had spilled across my chest.

Leslie drew near. “I’ll play with her,
Leonard. Go ahead and fuck her.” Her finger brushed my nub. “Whoa.
It’s really hard.”

Leonard grunted, thrusting into me. Leslie
drew her thumb over my nub, teasing it mercilessly. I flung my head
against the grass, moaning. With both of them attending me, I
wouldn’t last long.

“Ooohh…guys…”

“Lena’s a dirty girl, isn’t she,
Leonard?”

“My dirty girl,” he uttered. “My
Porsche.”

That was the second time he had said my
sister’s name. “Omigod!” I was right on the edge, the approaching
storm would be huge, and I braced myself, my heart hammering in my
chest. While my animal lover drove deep, I succumbed to the
pleasure, not wanting it to end. “Ooohhh…” I trembled, my senses
shattering with each convulsion. Leonard pulled free, holding his
cock. Leslie dutifully took him into her mouth. “You should fuck
Leslie, Leonard.”

“Good idea.” She grinned, getting on her
back. “Do the same thing to me.”

I fingered her clit, feeling wetness. “Like
that?”

“Yeah. Come on big boy. Fuck me. Gimme that
monster cock.” He was more than ready to do as Leslie asked, his
member looking unnaturally swollen. It slid in fully, stretching
her wide. “Oh, my God…oh, yes. That’s it.”

He growled low in his chest, his face
contorting. Then he plunged, giving her what she needed, while I
administered to her nub. Leslie was truly beautiful with long, dark
hair and a fair complexion. Thick lashes surrounded her eyes, and
her breasts jiggled invitingly, with firm nipples pointing upwards.
I closed my mouth around a bud, sucking.

“Oh, shit! Ohhh…”

“Whooaarrr…”

He labored pleasuring her, his hands gripping
her thighs. I drew tiny circles over her clit, watching as she
sucked in several sharp breaths. Leslie was right on the edge of
oblivion. I suckled her nipple with more aggression, until she
moaned, her head tossing from side to side.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, my fucking God, yes!”

“Good!” he roared. “Good pussy!” Leonard
withdrew from her, aiming at her belly. The tip erupted in a stream
of creamy fluid. Wetness pooled in her naval, while the excess
dribbled down her thighs. Leonard threw his head back, groaning
raggedly. “Whoooaaarrr…” The sheer amount of semen was
incredible.

“That was so nice,” murmured Leslie. She
lifted her head, glancing at her body. “I need a bath.”

“So do I.”

Tate and Archie eyed us intently, their cocks
having grown again. Bubba continued to puff on the end of his pipe;
his eyelids were hooded, but his interest was evident.

“It’s gonna be a long night in Sasquatch
country,” laughed Leslie.

Even the most beautiful places on earth can
make a person stir-crazy, if they are trapped in them long enough.
Two days later, I was desperate for fresh air, craving open spaces,
and dying to eat something other than fish. My fantasies included
juicy steaks, mashed potatoes, and a large bowl of ice cream with a
mountain of fudge and nuts. These cravings were so acute that my
mouth watered at the thought.

After I had bundled up like an Eskimo, Lendal
and Bubba Jr. escorted me out of the cave on a short hiking trip.
It was freezing, but the sun on my face and the wind in my hair was
exactly what I needed. Sasquatches had amazing instincts in nature;
even the youngsters were adept at sniffing out danger and finding
the safest paths.

Lendal was up ahead, stopping every so often
to see if I followed. “Don’t worry about me,” I grumbled. “I’m
coming...slowly.” When I finally caught up with them, they stood
before an assortment of boulders, which looked like they had just
tumbled down the side of the mountain. “What are you doing?”

“A cave,” rasped Bubba Jr. “We found a
cave.”

“Great.” I sat on a rock, using a stick to
pry mud off the bottom of my boot.

“Me go inside.”

Lendal disappeared, while Bubba Jr. sat next
to me; his mouth was partially open, and his breath was visible
when he exhaled. He scooted closer, resting his head on my knee. I
petted him, much like I would the family dog, which was bizarre. As
a result, he grunted happily, flicking out his tongue. The boys
were nearly as tall as I was and far stronger; their bodies were
solid muscle covered in fur. It was then that I heard the buzzing
sound. It came at a distance, the continuous drone of something
motorized and manmade. The noise approached rapidly. I jumped to my
feet excitedly, my heart pounding in my chest. It was a helicopter.
I was going to be rescued!

Bubba Jr.’s hair stood up on top of his head,
his happy countenance had transformed into a suspicious sneer. He
grabbed me, which was a shock, and dragged me behind a rock. This
must have been an instinctual reaction.

“It’s fine!” I pushed against him. “They’re
here for me. They’re gonna take me home. We’ve nothing to worry
about.”

“Gggrroooarrrr…”