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  Cum For Bigfoot 6

  By Virginia Wade

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  Virginia Wade

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  Chapter One

  A pull on my nipple brought me out of a sound sleep. I glanced down to find Lendal attached to my boob, the two-and-a-half year old Sasquatch sucking greedily. His eyes were closed, and his mouth worked aggressively, little droplets of milk spotting his fur. His daddy, Leonard, was sleeping to my right, and his other daddy, Dale, was snoring soundly on the left. I glanced at the ceiling of the shelter and sighed. This was my life now and I wouldn’t trade it for all the shopping malls in the world.

  The inhabitants of the camp were stirring. The sounds of grunting and murmurings, in an ancient language that I was beginning to understand, filtered through. Lendal let go of my nipple and sat up, yawning, stretching his hairy little arms over his head. He was tall for a two-year-old, looking more like a five-year-old. His facial features were similar to his father’s, the rounded black nose, shiny black pupils, and a mischievous little gleam in his eye that sparked with intelligence.

  “Me go play,” he rasped. He bounded to his feet and dashed out of the hut.

  He would join Leslie’s son, Bubba Jr., to run around the forest, as they did every morning, the noisy little rascals. I snuggled into Leonard, and his arm went around me. Lendal must have woken Dale, because his hand had found its way to my hip, where his fingers began to press into my skin. Our mornings always began this way, my body buzzing with arousal. My Sasquatch lovers, who had an almost insatiable appetite for sex, would pleasure me shortly. Their cocks began to protrude from tufts of fur, the lengthy pink appendages dripping with pre-cum. Dale’s fingers had drifted to my tummy and between my legs, where he dipped into the moist folds of my pussy, entering me.

  “Oh, boys…” I moaned.

  Leonard grunted and licked my forehead. His eyes were still closed, but he practically vibrated with lust, his cock leaking profusely. I kneaded the hairy expanse of his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my hand. Dale shifted on the fur pelt, pressing his erection into my bottom.

  “You naughty boys.” Dale’s finger stroked me deeper, brushing my clit, which felt engorged and sensitive. “Oohhh…”

  A soft set of lips covered mine, and a tongue toyed with my mouth. Leonard kissed me gently, taking his time, savoring the contact. For a grizzled, walking carpet, with the manners of a goat, he sure was a good kisser.

  “Oh, Leonard.”

  “Porsche,” he rasped.

  I closed my hand around his cock and felt its heat. My thumb massaged the tip, as copious amounts of clear fluid escaped. Dale’s breathing had become ragged, his finger falling out of me, but it was quickly replaced with the end of his phallus, which slid into my honeyed recesses.

  “Ohhh…” I shifted on the pelt and closed my lips around Leonard’s erection, while Dale pumped me from behind, filling me nearly to bursting with twelve inches of animal cock. “Omigod!” I would forever be in awe of their generously endowed appendages and the skillful way they pleasured me.

  “Gggrrroooaaarrr…Porsche,” grunted Dale.

  Leonard had accepted Dale as my partner before Lendal was born. I was the only white woman in the camp with two Bigfoot lovers, who I kept satisfied and happy, because they were besotted with me. I was smitten with them as well. Whenever I visited my parents and my sister, I missed my hairy lovers, and I couldn’t wait to return to camp…my home.

  The cock in my mouth choked me, but I sucked aggressively, the oral stimulation made my pussy contract, squeezing Dale’s penis. He lifted my leg and began to thrust harder, his heavy balls making smacking sounds.

  “Porsche…” groaned Leonard. His fingers were tangled in my long blonde hair, which was nearly to my waist and more untamed than ever. I looked like a mountain girl with my tanned skin and hair bleached from the sun, but I loved being like this. “Good, Porsche. Good.”

  Dale’s solid fucking was having an effect; the tingling edges of release threatened. The more I sucked on Leonard, the headier the sensation became, until I moaned with his cock in my mouth, shuddering from the climax, which raced through me in pleasurable waves.

  “Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Dale! Oh, God…”

  I bit into Leonard’s spongy crown gently, making him groan. “Porsche!” He massaged himself, dripping profusely. “Grroooaaarrr…” I waited for him to squirt, and when he did, it was always a shock. There was an abundance of milky fluid that seemed to go on forever. I held open my mouth, but most of it dribbled out of the corners of my lips. It was not impossible to swallow, but I didn’t want to. Instead, I let him jet all over my face and boobs, the milky fluid turning cold on contact. I would have to wash up in the stream, as usual.

  Dale grasped my hips, bringing me to my knees. I dripped with semen, which smelled especially musky this morning. Leonard watched as Dale fucked me from behind, ramming his cock deep. A padded finger found its way to my clit and began to rub. I was ultra sensitive from having just orgasmed, but the pressure from the large object fucking me was having an effect.

  “Nice, Porsche, nice!” grunted Dale. “Nice tight, Porsche.”

  “Oh, God…you dirty boys…” My hair fell to the fur, while I eagerly withstood the assault, the sensual feel of him massaging my swollen walls. Leonard’s finger worked over my nub, producing bursts of tingles that heightened everything I was already feeling. “Oh, fuck me, Dale! Fuck me!”

  Heavy, sperm-filled balls thwacked my pussy, the sound echoing in the shelter. I braced myself with the palms of my hands on the pelt, barely managing to hold myself upright. Dale’s forceful pumping had me gasping and struggling to keep up with him.

  “Good,” purred Leonard. His dark eyes flashed with a naughty light, his tongue flicking out, licking his lips. “You good girl.”

  “Oh, you boys are so bad,” I uttered breathlessly.

  “Grrroooaaarrrr!” Dale plunged and stiffened, squirting semen inside my aching pussy. The fluid was like a flood, dousing my inner thighs and the fur pelt. Leonard’s finger pushed me over the edge, as I succumbed to my second orgasm of the morning, shuddering violently, gritting my teeth, as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

  “Oh, fuck! Omigod, yes!”

  Dale stroked deep with his slowly diminishing cock, the wetness running down my thighs. He withdrew completely and collapsed to the pelt, bringing me with him. Leonard growled and grasped me, pulling me to his furry chest.

  “Oh, for God’s sakes!” I felt like a popular toy, but it was always l
ike this. Being wanted and lusted after secretly thrilled me, and I hoped it never ended. We snuggled together, falling asleep, until the sounds of the camp woke us.

  Leslie appeared in the doorway. “Oh, Lordy. It smells like sex in here. That bedding needs to be washed.”

  I glanced at her tiredly. “Good morning.”

  “You lazy bums.” She wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail. “We got salmon pancakes and berries. You better eat before they’re gone.”

  I struggled to sit up, but two sets of hairy arms were around me. “Sounds good.” I threw an arm aside. “I gotta pee.” Leonard grunted and grabbed me again. “Oh, for shit’s sakes! Stop that.” I managed to get to my feet, staring at my Bigfoot lovers, who looked exhausted. I tossed a homespun dress over my head and stepped into sneakers, leaving the boys behind.

  Our camp was located in a narrow valley on the lower slopes of the Cascade Mountains. We had come for the fish, the Sasquatches enjoying the Chinook salmon and bull trout. We were typically on the move to elude detection from the outside world and other tribes who were less than friendly. The mountain men knew our Sasquatches as the Ts’emekwes and they offered protection. There were other tribes like the Stiyaha and the nefarious, Skoocooms, who we went out of our way to avoid. There were no Bigfoot females, as their genetics prevented this for some reason; therefore, the need to kidnap women was as necessary as catching fish. The birth rate for Sasquatch babies was shockingly low. I had suffered three miscarriages in the last two years, and I was lucky to have Lendal, who was a healthy and rambunctious little scamp.

  He bounded over; his furry feet caked with mud. “Mamma!” He sat on my lap, chewing on something.

  “What do you have?” He opened his mouth, showing me a mangled bug. “Oh, that’s disgusting!” He grinned, flashing white teeth. I ruffled the hair on top of his head. He smelled like pine and wet dog. “You have to wash your feet.” I pointed to his toes. “Do you understand? Those are very dirty.”

  He nodded. “Yes, mamma.”

  “Good boy.”

  Leslie’s son, Bubba Jr. approached. He carried a smooth stick with a knobby end. Speaking in Sasquatch, he grunted and gestured towards Lendal, who jumped off my lap. I was beginning to understand bits and pieces of their language. Bubba Jr. wanted to pick berries and chase chipmunks.

  Leslie handed me a tin cup. “Thanks.” Salmon pancakes grilled on the fire, and the aroma made my mouth water.

  She sat next to me. “We have to wash clothes.”

  This was a dreaded chore and worse than digging a ditch. “Aw, shit.”

  “It’s reached critical mass, Porsche.”

  “I know. That’s one thing I miss about civilization.”

  “I’m dying for pizza.”

  “No! Don’t start with that.” I glanced around, observing a small group of Sasquatches in conversation. “Where’s Bubba?”

  “They’re curing cannabis. Heaven forbid they run out.”

  I shook my head. “Sex and drugs. All that’s missing is the rock 'n' roll.”

  She giggled, “Everybody thinks I’m nuts being here.”

  “I know. I get the same thing.”

  “Who would’ve thought we’d end up like this, huh? It all started on that camping trip with Mr. Vandekamp.”

  My life had changed irrevocably that week. “I believe in fate and destiny, Leslie. I really think this is where I’m supposed to be.”

  “Shelly’s a junior now and engaged. I’m jealous. She’s in Europe this summer.”

  I sighed. “We can go home when we want. I might take a vacation with my parents in the fall. They’re going to Disney World.” Leaving Lendal behind was going to be difficult. Leslie would have to take over the feeding duties. The last time I left, he was almost inconsolable, missing his mamma. Maybe I would put off the trip another year.

  Leonard and Dale emerged from the hut, stretching and yawning. Dale had the animal pelt in his hands. It needed to be rinsed out in the river. The morning sun shone down on my lovers, their fur gleaming in dark chocolate shades with hints of burnt amber. Knowing that they were my boys made my tummy tingle pleasurably. They would do anything for me.

  “You guys weren’t exactly quiet this morning,” said Leslie with a knowing smirk.

  “I can’t help it if they—”

  Several birds shot up into the air, fleeing a tree. The Sasquatches noticed this as well; their postures were instantly tense, and the hair stood up on their heads. Three black bears stepped from the foliage, full grown and hungry with teeth bared.

  “Oh, shit,” muttered Leslie.

  Chapter Two

  Leslie and I grabbed rocks and crouched down, keeping as low of a profile as possible. The worst thing would be to scream or run. The Sasquatches were fearless; their ferocious growls filled the air, as their bodies took on aggressive postures. The bears were outnumbered, and they knew it. They glanced longingly at the salmon pancakes, the delicious smell teasing them, and then they bounded into the forest, disappearing.

  “They’re gone,” whispered Leslie.

  “Hungry things.”

  “They gotta catch fish like the rest of us. There’s no such thing as a handout.”

  I had encountered black bears before, and I wasn’t as frightened of them anymore, although I had to be careful. “I hope Lendal and Bubba Jr. stay away.”

  “They have to learn how to deal. I’m sure they’re fine.”

  Zelda approached with a Sasquatch infant in her arms. She had finally had a successful pregnancy and delivery. Her long, black hair was a mess around her shoulders. “Mornin’.”

  “Good morning,” I said.

  “There’s some coffee, if you want it.” Leslie pointed to the metal pot in the fire.

  “Thank God. This one kept me up half the night.” She sat on a rock. “What was the commotion?”

  “Black bears,” I said.

  “Yeah, they’re sniffing around again. Happens every time we catch fish.” Her baby fussed, and she bounced him, the little one mewling. “I’ll feed you in a sec.” She glanced at me. “We’re heading north today to hunt. They wanna bring the camp with ‘em.”

  “Really?” I was enjoying this lovely valley and the abundant berries and salmon. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

  “We stayed so those scientists could observe us, and now it’s time to move on.”

  Dangit, Leonard. This is information I need to know.

  Dr. Connor Haynes and his research assistant, George, had been with us for several weeks. They typically came in the summer and sometimes in late spring to check in on the tribe and count the babies. It was a secret that Sasquatches existed, the government keeping this discovery under wraps for fear of a stampede of people wanting to catch a glimpse of them. As it was, our tribe had GPS tracking devices embedded in their fur, and Dr. Haynes was able to find us and monitor our location via satellite. I had a satellite phone with me for emergencies, which I had to use once when a raccoon bit Lendal and he needed antibiotics after an infection set in. We feared he might have rabies, but the test came back negative.

  I glanced at my friend. “We won’t have time for the laundry, Leslie.”

  She eyed the Bigfoots with disdain. “They never tell us anything.”

  “I’ll get ready.” I stood and left my cup on a rock. “Be back in a bit.”

  I loved this valley and the lush forests of Western hemlock and Douglas-firs. I’d found the perfect spot for washing up a ways down river, where the water gushed over the rocks and created a small pool, deep enough to wade into. It was absolutely freezing, and I would not linger long, but it was perfect for a quick bath. I dunked my hair under and scrubbed my scalp with my fingertips. When I stood, the water cascaded down my body, hardening my nipples to stiff little pebbles. My breasts were fuller than usual, due to the breast milk that supplemented Lendal’s diet. I would feed him for another year or so, until he was able to acquire the nourishment he nee
ded from the foods he ate.

  The feeling that I was being watched pricked me, and I turned to find Dale sitting on a rock, with a blade of grass in his mouth. I wrung out my hair and grabbed my clothes, wandering over to him. He opened his hand, exposing a fistful of dark purple berries.

  “Is that for me?”

  His black eyes glinted as they took in my breasts. “Nice, Porsche. You pretty.”

  I wanted to dry off before I put my dress on, so I sat in his lap, using him for a chair. He didn’t seem to mind. His tongue flicked out, catching the side of my face. “Dale. Stop that.” He purred deep in his chest, his eyes flashing in a carnal light. “Oh, dear.”

  I recognized that look all too often. My breasts began to feel achy and full, almost uncomfortably so. I would have to find Lendal soon. A nipple was held captive between his thumb and forefinger, a drop of milk appearing. He lapped at it with his tongue and then closed his mouth over it, sucking. He’d latched on just like an infant, and my boob tightened as the milk began to flow freely. I always felt a moment of blissful lethargy when this happened, and I leaned into him while he drank like a thirsty baby. I noted that his cock was distended and leaking.

  He let go, but I continued to spray him, wetting his fur with a tiny stream of milk. His pink tongue flicked against my nipple. Both hands held my breasts, and he suckled the other nipple, causing it to spray wildly like a miniature fire hose.

  “Oh, Dale.” He pointed both breasts to his face, the milk squirting into his mouth. “Stop that now. There won’t be any left for Lendal.”

  “Whhoooaarrr…” he growled and lifted me into his arms, carrying me to a patch of grass.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this.” I found myself on my back with squirting breasts, which doused my skin and left me throbbing with need.