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  Cum For Bigfoot 13

  By Virginia Wade

  Copyright © 2012 Virginia Wade

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  Dedicated in part to Nicholas Redfern.

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  Chapter One

  I had never had so much sex in my life! Leonard and Archie and I had been living in a tropical cave for days now, after an attack by Bigfoot hunters. My routine lately consisted of sex, bathing, more sex, eating, and lying around in the snuggly arms of my Sasquatch lovers. The tribe had been forced to separate, and I had found myself with Leonard, which wasn’t an accident. He was sweet on me because I looked like my older sister Porsche. She was at her new house with Daisy and her husband Mike, while I was stuck out in the wilderness known as the rugged and formidable Cascade Mountains.

  I lay between Leonard and Archie who were on their backs snoring softly, their furry tummies rising and falling. We had engaged in a favorite Sasquatch activity: sex, and the beasts were tired. Semen had dried all over my belly, and it was beginning to itch. I got to my feet, naked, and emerged from beneath a canopy of trees, which stretched out for a distance in a long, rectangular pattern. Archie had discovered the cave, which looked like an enclosed greenhouse. The ceiling had an opening, a ragged length of rock that let in the sun and rain, which encouraged the growth of the trees and grass. The oasis was warm, being heated from beneath by a hot spring.

  I hadn’t worn clothes in days; my things were in a pile somewhere. The next chamber was cavernous, reaching up hundreds of feet. Thin, cone-shaped stalactites pointed downwards from the ceiling, while columns of stalagmites grew upwards, creating a bizarre landscape that resembled what living on another planet might look like. I ventured through the chamber, listening to the howl of the wind outside. At the other end, I climbed through a tight passageway that led to another room with a deep pool of water that had been carved out of gray rock. It was incredibly humid, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. My long, blonde hair had been a curly, tangled mess since I had arrived, the moisture keeping it as frizzy as possible. Not having seen a mirror since my captivity, I was oblivious to vanity, not caring about makeup, zits, shaving my legs or using soap. Being with the Sasquatches was freeing. I had hated it at first, missing my parents, my friends, and the outside world, but, as the days had progressed, another way of life had presented itself.

  A source of daylight beneath the water provided illumination, as reflections bounced off the rocks, showering the ceiling with splashes of light. A small, waterlogged tunnel led to an outer hot spring, but I hadn’t gathered up the courage to investigate, although the apes had swum to the other side often. They fished nearby, returning with armfuls of salmon every day, thus keeping us remarkably well fed. The water was drinkable, and I cupped my hands, taking a sip. Then I jumped in, scrubbing myself clean and rinsing my hair. When I finished, I sat on the edge, leaving my legs in the water, while I untangled lengthy tresses. I spent most mornings this way, staring at the walls and thinking about what had become of my life. I wasn’t unhappy with my situation, but I knew I could not live this way indefinitely. A short while later, I climbed through the tight passageway and emerged on the other side.

  I’d forgone the use of a flashlight, because our batteries were running low and we needed to preserve them. Dark corners were hidden in mystery, yet the greenish light from the next room gave off enough illumination to guide my way. I hadn’t gone three steps when something grabbed me, lifting me off my feet.

  “Shit!” It was a Sasquatch, but not the boys I knew. “Let me go!”

  “Gggrrrooaarrr…”

  His hearty growl bounced off the walls. “What the fuck!” I kicked and struggled, knowing that Leonard and Archie would appear at any second to defend me. Who was this ape? He did look slightly familiar…

  “Put her down, Tate,” said a female voice. “All it takes is a naked girl, and they go apeshit.” I craned my neck to see who had spoken. It was Leslie! Her smile was huge. “Hey, Lena. How’s it going?” She held Wolfie in her arms. “Jesus. It’s hot in here.”

  “Omigod! How did you find us?”

  “Bubba sniffed it out.”

  The hulking Sasquatch leader came up behind her, his black nostrils flaring. “Good cave,” he rasped. “Nice find.”

  I pushed against Tate, but it was like trying to relocate a wall. “Let me go, buddy. Put me down.”

  “Whhooaarrr…” That had come from Leonard, who stood within the passageway looking frazzled, having just woken up. The hair on top of his head stood on end. It took him only a second to realize he was staring at members of his own tribe. He grinned, flashing formidable looking teeth. “Leslie,” he grunted.

  “Hi, Leonard.”

  Two smaller apes rushed by. “Daddy!” Lendal jumped on his father, the older Sasquatch grabbing him. “I found my daddy!”

  Bubba Jr. stared at me with his tongue hanging out. I rearranged my hair, hiding my boobs, but the rest of me was on full display.

  Leslie winked. “I guess you guys have been hanging around, huh?”

  “Um…sorta. It gets really hot. I don’t know how the apes stand it.”

  “They’ve probably shed their winter coats.” She scanned the space. “Do we get a tour or what?”

  “Sure. Where have you been anyway?”

  “We couldn’t find a decent shelter. We made a hut, but it was a disaster. If it weren’t for the Sasquatches, I would’ve frozen.”

  “Aren’t we supposed to split up? Isn’t it dangerous being together?”

  “I don’t care anymore. I’m exhausted. The kids are tired. I’m starving. You guys better have food.”

  Archie appeared then, growling. Recognizing the other Sasquatches, his protests died in his throat. He bounded over, greeting Bubba deferentially. Leonard grunted and gestured, his black eyes flashing. The three of them seemed to agree on something, because they suddenly vacated the cave.

  “They’re getting food. Come on. I’ll show you the greenhouse.”

  “The greenhouse?”

  “This place is freaking amazing. You’re not gonna believe it. It’s like a tropical paradise.”

  “I’m so ready for a vacation.”

  A short while later, a robust fire had been lit with the aroma of grilled salmon filling the cavern. We sat under the trees in an informal circle. Leslie had stripped down to pants and a t-shirt. Wolfie crawled on all fours, eating grass and playing with Lendal and Bubba Jr. The little apes had explored the cave already, and they were damp from swimming, having splashed around in the hot spring b
efore dinner.

  “We didn’t see any Bigfoot hunters,” said Leslie. “I know more are coming. They’ll be searching for the men that were killed. This could be a huge mess. Zelda has the satellite phone. There’s no way to get hold of Dr. Haynes.” Her look sobered further. “I don’t know what’s gonna happen. Killing those men…it could come back to haunt us. It was in self-defense, dammit! They never should’ve provoked the Bigfoots like that, the dumbasses. We’re protected by the government and everything…but the families of those men are gonna want answers. I don’t blame them either.”

  “Porsche told me about how Leonard and Dale were kidnapped years ago by government people. They were kept in some weird lab.”

  “Dr. Haynes released them. He wasn’t supposed to. He caught a lot of shit for that. He agreed to let the government put tracking devices in the animals. They’re monitored now, but only a few people in The Fallen Institute have access to this information. I don’t know how the hunters found us. There’s a leak somewhere. Too many people know about Sasquatches now. Nobody wants this place overrun by the media.” She shrugged. “I think we’re screwed.”

  “Maybe the world should know about them. Why keep it secret? They get along with humans really well.”

  “You mean women,” she laughed. “They love women.”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  Her look sharpened. “Leonard seems to really like you.”

  “I remind him of Porsche.”

  “He’s partial to blondes.”

  “You’ve been out here for years. How do you stand it?”

  “I go home often. My family knows I’m fine. I’m just stuck in it now. It’s hard to explain. Once you’ve been Sasquatched, you can’t go back.”

  “Sasquatched?”

  “It’s like Bigfoot reprogramming. It happens over time. You get sucked into the lifestyle. These apes love their women. They’d do anything for them. They’d kill for them. They’d die for them. They’re the sweetest things ever, if you’re a chick. If you’re a guy with a weapon, forget it. You’ll get your head pounded in with a rock.”

  “I really can’t live like this forever. I have to get back.”

  “I’m hoping Dr. Haynes realizes we’ve split up. In winter, we always hunker down together. He’ll know something’s wrong.”

  “Do you think Pooky’s okay?” He was with Dale, Kate, and Zelda. He had been wounded in the attack, and his body had suffered a severe infection afterwards.

  “He’ll be fine. These apes are hardy. An arrow isn’t going to kill him.”

  After we had eaten, we bathed together. The hot spring had transformed into a Sasquatch spa with the smell of wet fur lingering in the air. Lendal and Bubba Jr. swam under through the tunnel to the outside portion of water. The sun had set, and the light was dim, but that hadn’t prevented them from journeying back and forth. Leonard and Bubba sat on a rock grunting and gesturing. Their discussion seemed serious. Leslie was in the water with Wolfie, who wheezed and splashed gleefully.

  It was heartening to see everyone together again. The boys were fun to watch because they were energetic and enthusiastic about everything, no matter how trivial. They extracted enjoyment out of every activity. Leslie was good company, and I liked talking to her because I found her interesting. Her dedication to her children and the Sasquatch way of life was admirable. She had made her choice a long time ago, and her resolve was firm.

  Once everyone had dried off, we settled in front of the fire, which had been partially lit. It was far too hot for anything more. It functioned as a light source, because the ceiling had darkened with nightfall. The little ones had been put to bed in a portable tent, which Leslie had brought. For a snack, we shared a granola bar, and the taste made my mouth water. I had been living on fish for days, and I was sick of it. The granola bar was crunchy and delicious. This made me long for pizza and spaghetti and cheesecake...ice cream… My tummy began to flip over in protest, growling hungrily.

  “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.

  Chapter Two

  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 quant
ity 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?”