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  Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena’s Story

  By Virginia Wade

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  Cum For Bigfoot, Volume One

  Cum For Bigfoot, Volume Two

  Chapter One

  Okay, so I didn’t exactly do well in my first semester of college. I hadn’t been prepared for how stressful it was going to be and how distracting my suitemates were with their nonstop partying into the early hours of every morning. I had gotten caught up in their crazy shenanigans, and my grades had suffered as a consequence. I thought my parents were going to have coronaries when they saw my transcript. The school was threatening to put me on academic probation. If my grades didn’t improve next semester, I would be facing an entirely different reality.

  My sister, Porsche, invited me to spend Christmas with her and her new husband Mike at their recently constructed home in Rhododendron, Oregon. It was about as isolated as it could be, miles from the road, surrounded by gorgeous mountain views. I needed a break, having barely survived finals week and the nonstop partying. I was hung over the first day at the house, and, admittedly, I didn’t see much of it, collapsing on a guest bed. I slept straight through until the next morning, waking feeling better than I had in weeks. I’d slept in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and, after using the bathroom, I found Porsche in the kitchen, with Daisy in a highchair.

  “Well, good morning to you,” she said cheerfully. “Did you sleep enough? You must’ve been exhausted.”

  “I was.” The kitchen was open to the family room, which had an enormous fireplace constructed of multi-colored rock. The mantel was a thick piece of stained oak. “Is there coffee?”

  “Yeah, on the counter. Help yourself.”

  My sister had been kidnapped years ago while on a camping trip to Lost Lake. We had agonized for months wondering what had happened to her, and then, to our relief, we discovered that she was alive and well. Sasquatches had been responsible for her disappearance. None of us believed it at first, until Dr. Haynes of the Fallen Institute and several government lackeys in business suits arrived to talk to us. We had been shown photos and sworn to secrecy to protect the Bigfoots.

  I remembered those pictures. I thought the Sasquatches looked disgusting with their black eyes, noses, and mouths. They were staggeringly tall and covered in course brown hair, which looked messy and matted. For the life of me, I could not understand how my sister had wanted to stay with them. She had given birth to a male Sasquatch several years ago, and then she had Daisy.

  Now, Mike was another story. When she had first brought him home, I had been jealous, because he was a handsome guy, who looked like he had just stepped off the front page of Outdoor Life magazine. The muscular physique, the chiseled cheekbones, and the week’s worth of stubble gave him a rugged, sexy look. Compared to him, all the guys I had dated were thin and pampered, with little or no life experience, and their personalities were nothing but ego and bravado. Mike was a real man, through and through. My sister was one lucky girl.

  I poured coffee and sat at a solid oak table, that looked rustic, yet the chairs were smooth and comfortable. “What’s there to do around here?”

  “Cross country skiing and snowmobiling.”

  “Fun.” Wow. It’s gonna be the great outdoors all week.

  Porsche had her hair in a ponytail with little wispy strands falling free around her face. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater, with a pair of UGGs on her feet. “I have to go to town later. You can come with me, if you want.”

  The holidays were nearly upon us, and I had yet to buy Daisy a present. “Okay. Sounds good.”

  A door slammed, and Mike appeared. He’d come in through the mudroom. “Good morning, Lena.”

  I turned to look at him. “Hey.”

  He was dressed in scuffed boots and a dark brown jacket. Snowflakes dusted his shoulders. He kissed Porsche. “How are my girls?”

  “We’re having breakfast.”

  “I see.”

  Porsche fed Daisy from a small jar of baby food. “She loves Tutti Frutti.”

  “Sounds delicious.” He opened a cabinet.

  “It’s actually really good. I’ve had some.”

  “You’re such a freak,” I said.

  Porsche gave me a dirty look and then she glanced at her husband, who poured water into a glass. “We’re going to town later. Wanna come?”

  “I can’t. I gotta clear the rest of the road.”

  “Do you need anything?”

  “Just my girls to come home safe.” He grinned, downing the contents in one gulp.

  “Ugh. You guys make me sick. Get a room.”

  “I gotta head out,” said Mike. He left the glass in the sink.

  “See ya later,” said Porsche.

  “Drive safe. It’s slick out there.”

  “I will.”

  Daisy squealed, demanding more food. I sipped coffee, feeling twinges of jealousy. His eyes gleamed with affection when he looked at her. I wished someone would look at me like that. I’d dated a string of losers this semester. Most guys only wanted a one-night stand, and see ya. I’d lost my virginity the first week at a frat party, and I regretted the incident bitterly. The mere thought of it made me want to vomit.

  “You want some food?” asked Porsche. “We’ve got cereal and stuff. I could make you eggs. It’s so nice not to be in a cave right now.” She sat at the table, doling out a heaping spoonful of Tutti Frutti. “Living with the tribe in winter is hard. Sometimes I didn’t leave the cave for days. The Sasquatches would have to dig us out.”

  “Sounds fascinating.”

  “You should meet them one day; you really should. Then you’ll know what I’m talking about.”

  “Er…no thanks. I’ve met enough freaks at school this semester.”

  “They’re not freaks. They’re actually more civilized than some humans I know. They take care of their loved ones.”

  “Yeah, kidnapping and impregnating women is really civilized.”

  “They have to do that to propagate the species.” She looked thoughtful. “But there’s a female now. I don’t know if they’ll kidnap women anymore.”

  The thought of a grizzly ape touching me was disgusting. “I’d rather die than screw a monster. That’s totally gross. Propagate the species, my ass. They’re perverts.”

  She shook her head. “It’s not like that. They’re so sweet, Lena. Once you get to know them, the
y’ll do anything for you. They’re just horny little bastards. They’re so good at it.” She gazed out the window. “They sure know how to make a girl happy.”

  “Oh, yuck! You’re totally brainwashed.”

  A mischievous grin lit her face. “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “Ugh.” I scraped the chair on the wooden floor, standing. “I’m getting in the shower.”

  “No breakfast?”

  “Not right now.”

  “You know where the kitchen is. Help yourself.”

  “Yeah.”

  The guest bedroom was large, with an oversized bed. A hairy Bigfoot had slept in here before. It didn’t smell bad at all. In the bathroom, a blue-eyed blonde stared at me in a large mirror. Dark smudges were under my eyes. The late nights and drinking had taken a toll on my looks. I ran fingers through my hair, feeling tangles. The strands hung to my boobs, which were generously rounded and full. Porsche and I had inherited my grandmother’s breasts, which were the envy of every female family member who was not as genetically blessed.

  Guys asked me out all the time, and I never lacked for friends, having a posse of them in my vicinity at all times. I was rarely alone. This vacation in the middle of nowhere would give me time to think about things and what I wanted to do with myself. If my grades didn’t improve, I would have to quit school and get a job.

  Stripping out of my clothes, I turned on the hot water in the granite-enclosed shower and stepped in. Two hours later, we headed to town to go shopping.

  That week Mike brought home a live tree, and Porsche and I put up the decorations. My parents were coming to celebrate on Christmas Eve, and we would feast and open presents. No one wanted to wake up early in the morning, because Daisy had been cranky, keeping everyone up all night. She seemed to miss sleeping with a flea infested Sasquatch baby.

  Porsche muttered, “I miss my tribe. If Daisy fussed, I could hand her over to someone else and get sleep. Ugh. I’m so tired.”

  The house looked festive with the twelve-foot pine tree in the living room and stockings hung in a neat row on the mantel. The interior glowed with candles, and, as we sat to eat, dad said a prayer. My parents were thrilled that Porsche had married Mike, because they loved him and adored Daisy. We all knew she would return to the forest after the holidays. She was living in both worlds now.

  After Christmas, a blizzard held up my departure for a few days. Mike was outside getting firewood, while Porsche and I sat by the fire.

  “God, there’s nothing to do,” I complained. “I’m so bored.”

  “I’m not.” Porsche flipped through a gossipy magazine.

  “You have a baby and a husband and those freaks in the woods.”

  “Stop saying that. They’re not freaks.”

  “Oh, yes they are.”

  “Maybe you’ll meet one someday. Then you’ll see that they’re a lot like us. They have similar DNA.” She sighed. “We’ve got TV. There’s gotta be something on.”

  “Boring.”

  “Let’s make s’mores.”

  “I can’t eat anymore. I’m stuffed.”

  “Video games.”

  “Nah. Don’t feel like it.”

  “Then go take a bath.”

  “Maybe. You do have an awesome tub. It’s like a freaking swimming pool.”

  “It was a splurge.”

  “No shi—” The front door burst open, blowing in a freezing rush of wind and snow. “What the fuck!”

  A Sasquatch appeared, his hulking frame covered in snowflakes. “Pooky!” exclaimed Porsche. “What are you doing here?”

  His nose perked up, nostrils flaring. His attention was on me. I felt the blood drain from my face.

  “Ggrrooaarrr…”

  “Oh, my God! They really are real. Holy shit. Jesus fucking Christ!” The hulking ape stalked towards, me, grabbing me. He smelled like a wet dog. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “What the fuck? Let go of me, you fucking ape!”

  “Pooky! What are you doing? Put Lena down right now!”

  “Whhooaarrr…” He’d flung me over his shoulder and headed for the door.

  “Where are you going?” Porsche shouted. “Mike! Mike! Oh, shit! Come back here, you stupid ape!”

  But it was too late. I was outside in a pair of jeans and a sweater, tossed over the shoulders of a horrifying creature, and I began to struggle, hitting him as hard as I could and kicking. The wind and snow lashed my face. I was frozen to the core almost instantly. I could hardly see anything through the haze of white. He grunted from my attacks, and I must have irritated him, because he knocked my head with his, which sent the world spiraling into darkness.

  Chapter Two

  I was warm and comfortable. Something soft tickled my face, and, when I opened my eyes, I stared at a rocky ceiling, which flickered with the glow of flames. The smell of burning wood, mixed with an earthy mustiness, came from the cave I found myself in. The softness that surrounded me was some type of animal fur. It was beneath me as well, tucked under my chin.

  Oh, shit!

  I was naked! The velvety feeling registered all the way to my toes. I sat up and gasped. The creature that had taken me was across the fire, staring at me with enormous black eyes that glinted with an animalistic light. His fur was a range of tones from dark brown to gray, with light brown streaks. He seemed to be eating something; the smell of fish grilling lingered in the air. The storm howled outside; the whiteness of the blizzard was visible through the opening of the cavern. Without clothes or shoes, escape would be a challenge.

  I held the fur to my chest. “Who are you?”

  His voided expression transformed to interest. “Me Pooky.” His voice was deep and raspy.

  “Lovely,” I muttered. “I just got kidnapped by a ferocious monster named Pooky. Where are my clothes?”

  He pointed to a pile in a corner. I made a move to get them, but he growled, the sound reverberating off the walls. “You don’t need them.”

  “I have to get back to the house.”

  “No.”

  “You’ve no right to keep me.”

  “You’re my girl.”

  “What?”

  “Porsche’s Leonard’s, and you’re mine.”

  “Listen, you walking piece of carpet shit, I think you got some fuzz stuck in your brain. I’m not yours. I’m going back to the house, and you’re gonna take me.” I crawled over the fur and grabbed my clothes, but he was just as fast, snatching them out of my hands and throwing them across the cave. “Shit! Gimme that back!”

  “Whooaaarrr…”

  His primeval roar had my ears ringing. “I’m not staying here another second!” I sprang to my feet and dashed to the other side of the cavern, but he grabbed me, hauling me against his burly chest. “Stop! Let me go!” His nose was in my neck, hot and wet. “Ugh! Don’t touch me, you fucking freak!”

  “Ggrrooaarrr…”

  It seemed the more I struggled, the tighter he held me, my feet dangling above the ground. Something hard pressed into my tummy, the feeling of wetness registering. “Don’t! Put me down!”

  “You my pretty girl.” His tongue licked my face.

  “That’s disgusting!” I tried to hit him, but he blocked the attack. He’d taken me to the pelt, where he sat with me in his arms. I turned my head to avoid his mouth. “Ugh, God…it’s so gross! God, please help me! Oh, stop it, you fucking monster!”

  His face was in my neck, and putrid breath fanned out over my skin, while he pushed me to the fur, his hands closing in on my breasts. If I thought having sex with a frat boy was disgusting, I had a feeling this would be far worse. I mentally prepared myself for the ordeal, imagining his cock ripping me in half and blood pouring down my legs. I didn’t even want to know what his…thing looked like. I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid what was about to happen. I tried to will myself to be far away, maybe on a deserted island, walking on the beach, while the sun browned my skin. I was anywhere but here.

  “Pretty gir
l,” he purred. A nipple was in his mouth, and it was being suckled with surprising gentleness. He pressed the mounds together, lapping at one hard bud and then the other. The result sent tingles into my tummy.

  I knew it was useless to fight. He was incredibly strong and taller by several feet. He seemed determined to ravish me, or worse, and I was helpless to stop him. He licked between the valley of my breasts, leaving a wet streak. That tongue felt rough and far too long. It was like a muscular eel, which slithered and rubbed, massaging my skin. I swallowed my fear, nearly choking on it, as he descended, heading for my lower anatomy.

  Panic set in, and I hit his head, knowing that he planned to invade my sensitive flesh. I had to do something to stop him. He grabbed my wrists with a steely hand, effectively halting the assault. His breath hovered over my mound, and I braced myself, stiffening, waiting for something horrible to happen. What I felt instead was a slinky wet tongue sliding down my sheath, dipping into my folds.

  “No!”

  I had prepared myself to hate his touch, to recoil from having a monster invading my most private regions, but as he entered me, all I felt was a marvelous fullness. His tongue stroked intimately, wiggling and thrusting deep inside. I gasped, my eyes flying wide at the sensations that suddenly rushed through me. The tip of his nose nudged my clit; the little nub had turned traitor, hardening to the size of a grape. He pushed into it repeatedly, and it flared with arousal, growing firmer with each pass.

  “Oh…no…no…no…” I tossed my head from side to side. “No…no…no…”

  His beastly saliva dribbled down my buttcrack. The wetness was substantial, and I felt a finger toying with me, prodding my anus, which had never been invaded, let alone played with before. He’d released my hands, but I hadn’t noticed, as my fingers dug into the pelt that was beneath me.

  “No…no…no…”