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  Cum For Bigfoot

  By Virginia Wade

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  Chapter One

  A hundred and forty-four turns on a winding forest road eventually brought us to our destination. A sense of excitement rushed through me, not because this was Mt. Hood National forest, but because I would be spending a week hiking and camping with Christopher Vandekamp, who I had a crush on since eighth grade.

  Shelly was the first out. “I’m finding Bigfoot, bitches! Come get me, you hairy ape!”

  I shook my head. “God.”

  “Who let her loose?” asked Leslie. “What a moron.”

  I laughed, “It’s gonna be a long week, if she keeps that up.”

  “Everybody out,” said Mr. Vandekamp. He was Christopher’s stepdad and our chaperone. “First come, first served on the cabins, so you better hustle.”

  I grabbed my backpack, as did Leslie. We got out and met up with Cameron, Darren, and Shelly.

  “Hey, Porsche,” said Darren. “Nice backpack.”

  It was a vibrant shade of orange. “It’s for hunting.”

  He smirked. “Aren’t those supposed to blend in? I can see that thing for miles.”

  “It’s so they don’t shoot each other.”

  He laughed, “Tell that to Dick Cheney.”

  “Ha, ha. You’re so funny.”

  “Let’s go. Get your cabins, kids, and, remember; it ain’t the Hilton.”

  “Thanks, dad.”

  He grinned. “I do what I can, Chris.”

  It was so early, there was still dew on the ground. The warmth of the summer morning and the fresh air added an extra spring to my step. I followed Shelly and Leslie down a small path that ran along the edge of a shimmering lake. Cameron, Darren, and Christopher had gone ahead, determined to stake their claims.

  Shelly came up behind me. “Mr. Vandekamp is smoking hot. His ass looks fabulous in those shorts.”

  Leslie snorted. “You ho.”

  “I’m ignoring that. All the guys look hot.”

  I had to agree. “It’s gonna be a hardship having to spend a week with ‘em. I’m willing to suffer through it, though.”

  “You totally lust after, Chris, Porsche. I know you do. Maybe you’ll hook-up?”

  “We can only hope.”

  A series of rustic looking cabins spotted the lake’s edge. The boys had already grabbed theirs, and Leslie, Shelly, and I would take the third one in. There was electricity, remarkably, but no indoor plumbing. I knew we would be roughing it this week, so this came as little surprise. There was a communal bathroom a short ways off.

  “Oh, jeez,” muttered Leslie. “I’m probably gonna get eaten alive in here. There’s a damn mosquito right there.” She pointed at the wall.

  The interior of our cabin smelled of rotting wood and mold. There was a tiny kitchen with a functional cooktop and rustic furniture. The beds were small and unmade. We would have to provide the sheets and blankets, which we had brought with us. I’d left most of my things in the trunk of the car. I would retrieve them shortly.

  Shelly sat on the bed and played with her long, brown hair. “I’m not spending a lot of time in here. I wanna change and lay out.”

  “Fantastic idea, Shelly-belly,” said Leslie. “Let’s get a tan.”

  “I’m going back to the car. Gotta get the rest of my shit.” As I headed out, I saw Mr. Vandekamp on the trail. I caught up quickly.

  He smiled at me. “How do you like the cabin?”

  I shrugged. “It’s alright.”

  “We’re only gonna be here a day. I wanna head into the mountains.”

  I groaned. “I know.” We would be roughing it in the wilderness, exploring and hiking, which made me slightly uneasy because I was scared of bears.

  Walking around the car, I saw myself in the side mirror. A tall, thin blonde stared back at me. I had on green hiking shorts and a brown belt. My plain t-shirt did little to hide my breasts, which I had to keep in check with a form fitting sports bra.

  Mr. Vandekamp was behind me. “You’re not gonna hate it, are you?”

  “Hate what?” I grabbed a duffle bag out of the trunk.

  “Sleeping in the woods.”

  “Just keep the bears away, and I’ll be fine.”

  “You need help carrying any of that?”

  “No, I think I got it.”

  As I followed him back to the cabins, I could not help noticing how nice his calves looked. His butt was rounded and tight, stretching the material of his shorts. Oh, yummy. I had never really paid that much attention to Christopher’s dad before. For an older guy, he sure was in fine shape.

  An hour later, I had on a bikini. I lay out with Shelly and Leslie by the edge of the lake. Several families had arrived, and the kids splashed in the shallow end. No motorized boats were allowed, but someone had brought a canoe. Besides the occasional buzzing insect, the only sounds came from the kids, who laughed and played nearby. The guys had gone off to explore. We would be hiking tomorrow, and I wanted to conserve my energy.

  “Okay, so Cameron’s hot too,” said Shelly. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind any of the guys here. Even Mr. Vandekamp.”

  I laughed, “He’s got it going on, for sure.”

  “I like Darren,” said Leslie.

  “We got a week to hook up with these guys,” said Shelly. “I want a boyfriend by the time this trip is over.”

  I sighed, enjoying the feel of the sun on my back. “I just wanna get laid.” Shelly hit me. “Ouch!”

  “You dirty whore.”

  “Takes one to know one.”

  “That’s real nice, guys,” admonished Leslie. “Way to be ladylike.”

  I laughed, “We’re about to be forest hillbilly’s.”

  “That’s the one thing I don’t look forward to,” muttered Shelly. “I love toilets. I’ll miss them somethin’ awful.”

  “No shit,” I said.

  “Exactly.”

  After the guys got back, they joined us at the edge of the lake. Mr. Vandekamp brought an inflatable boat, and he spent what seemed like forty minutes pumping it up, all the while, casting interested glances my way. I wasn’t blind to the attention men paid me. I knew my face and my curves held their interest. My bikini top was hardly adequate in covering my lady lumps, which seemed to want to escape on all sides. I had to constantly adjust the material, which was annoying. I felt eyes on me each time I did this. When it was seaworthy, the boys got in the dingy an
d paddled out onto the lake.

  “Let’s go swimming,” said Shelly. “I’m hot.”

  “Last one in’s a used tampon,” laughed Leslie.

  “That’s disgusting.” I ran after them.

  We spent the day at the lake, and, as the sun began to dip behind the trees, we headed to our cabins to prepare for dinner. The girls were responsible for making the salad, while the boys would get the steaks ready. A small refrigerator kept our edibles fresh and cold. I’d changed into a sundress that tied around my neck. Shelly and Leslie had worn shorts and t-shirts. We met the guys by the lakeshore, where Mr. Vandekamp had the grill going, preparing to place the steaks on the scorching grates.

  I sat on a blanket, inadvertently giving Chris’s dad a view of my thighs and panties. A little thrill shot through me, knowing that he was interested. More than interested, actually. Pinpricks of excitement registered every time he glanced my way. My female intuition told me that he was either the horny, cheating kind, or he liked to flirt innocently, if given the chance. He was more than likely all flirt and no action, which would be disappointing. Christopher had ignored me all today. There were rumors he was dating Stephanie Canter, and, perhaps, that would explain his lack of interest.

  As we ate dinner, Shelly handed me a sports bottle. I had a sip, nearly choking. It was straight up booze! I whispered, “How’d you do this?”

  “My brother got it for me. I have three bottles of the stuff.”

  “Three sport bottles?”

  “No. Real bottles. Jack Daniels and stuff.”

  “Jesus.”

  “I wanna have fun.”

  “What if Mr. Vandekamp finds out?”

  She smiled naughtily. “We’ll share with him, if he wants.”

  I giggled, “I like that idea.”

  We sat by the fire, watching the flames flick into the air, while music played at another campsite. I had been sipping the sports bottle all evening, the girls passing it around stealthily. Feeling the effects of a buzz, I giggled at the silliest things.

  “Okay,” said Mr. Vandekamp. “What the hell is in that bottle? Hand it over.”

  Oh, shit!

  Shelly shot me a look. “Um, nothin’. Just Gatorade.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think so, dad. They’re acting way too silly.”

  Mr. Vandekamp knelt before me. “You wanna give me that bottle, Porsche?”

  “No.” He smiled, and I began to tingle something awful.

  “Hand it over.” He snatched it from me and unscrewed the lid, sniffing the contents. “Oh, boy! You girls don’t play around, do you?”

  I swallowed hard. Getting on my knees, I stared at him. “Shush. Don’t tell anyone. Nobody has to know.”

  He laughed, “You’re blitzed.” The corners of his eyes crinkled charmingly.

  “A little.”

  “Who brought the booze?”

  Shelly looked worried. “I did. Look—”

  “It’s alright. I’m just giving you a hard time for not sharing.” He took a sip. “You girls are gonna be trouble, aren’t you?” A flirty gleam shone in his eyes.

  “I…would that be a bad thing?”

  Chapter Two

  “Not at all. It could be fun.”

  “Oh.”

  “What about us, Mr. Vandekamp?” asked Darren. “If the chicks can drink, we should too.”

  He shrugged. “You gotta ask ‘em. It’s their stash.”

  “You’re so cool, Mr. Vandekamp,” said Shelly, appreciation and awe shining in her eyes.

  “Call me Doug.” He sat on blanket next to me.

  The party began in earnest then, with Shelly sharing her whiskey, the sports bottle being passed around. As we became more intoxicated, laughing and teasing ensued. Leslie sat with Darren and Christopher, while Shelly and I were on the blanket with Cameron and Mr. Vandekamp. I ended up sitting in his lap. I used him as a chair, and he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

  Shelly threw a blanket over us before she’d gone into the cabin to refill the bottle. This allowed Doug to wrap his arms around me, his hands rubbing my tummy. I was developing a serous crush on Mr. Vandekamp. To my surprise, he seemed to not only want to flirt with me, but perhaps even take it a little further. I grabbed his hand and slid it into my panties. While the others talked about ghost stories and Bigfoot, I enjoyed the feel of his fingers in my pussy, my stomach clenching with arousal. I leaned into him and stifled a moan. His finger slid up and down over my clit and then lower to drive into my hole.

  “You feel really nice, Porsche,” he whispered.

  “Ooh, Mr. Vandekamp.”

  “Doug,” he purred. “It’s just Doug.”

  Shelly had returned with the drink, eyeing us knowingly. Christopher’s stepdad was a naughty daddy. His finger in my pussy was driving me wild, as I quivered with pleasure and need.

  Darren got up and stomped around the crackling fire, hitting his chest with his fists. “I’m Bigfoot, bitches. How much for your women?”

  “No, seriously,” said Cameron. “They found that footprint, what, last year? It was like fourteen inches long.”

  “No way. That was proven a hoax,” said Leslie. “Just like that guy in the ape suit. It’s all bullshit.”

  “I heard the natives call him skoocooms,” said Doug. His finger was still in my pussy, hidden by the blanket. “They’re said to be a cannibalistic race of wild men.”

  “Oh, stop that,” said Shelly. “That’s not true.” She glanced around nervously.

  “Sure it is.”

  I wasn’t listening to what they were saying. The finger in my cunt felt so good; I struggled not to moan. It was dirty being fingered, while my friends sat around unaware. Only Shelly might have known. She appeared somewhat cognizant of where his hand was and what it might be doing.

  Doug began to withdraw. “No.”

  He chuckled in my ear. “We’re being watched.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Honey, I’ll get in trouble.”

  I groaned in frustration, feeling wound up tighter than a metal coil. “Ugh.”

  “I’ll go to my cabin in a minute. Meet me there.”

  He’d thrown me a sexual lifeline. “Okay.” I tingled with expectation. I had been climbing towards release, and I wanted Mr. Vandekamp to finish what he started.

  “That’s it, kids. I’m callin’ it a night,” said Doug. He stood. “Be sure to put out the fire before bed. They’ll be pissed if we burn down the mountain.” He seemed to adjust his shorts. “Close-up any food, alright? Lock your doors. There are bears here.”

  “See ya, dad,” said Christopher.

  After he left, Leslie glanced at me. “You two were awful cozy.”

  “I…was cold.”

  “Yeah, right,” said Darren. “She’s got the hots for Mr. Vandekamp.”

  I took a sip of the sports drink. The whiskey blazed a path down my throat. “I gotta pee.”

  “Don’t let Bigfoot get you,” said Shelly. “Hey, Bigfoot! A tasty morsel is coming your way!”

  “Shut up, you dumb ass,” I hissed. She’d scared me half to death. “There’s no such thing.”

  “You’ll find out, won’t you?”

  “Ugh. You guys make me sick.” I glanced around nervously into the darkness. Only the sound of crickets disturbed the peace. “I’m outta here.”

  “Do you want me to go with you?” asked Leslie.

  “No, I’m good.” I headed up the path to the cabins, passing my own in the process. Mr. Vandekamp’s was on the end, and I entered without knocking. He’d lit two candles, which cast a muted glow over the primitive surroundings.

  “I’m glad you made it.”

  I tingled everywhere. “They know about us.”

  “I figured.”

  “Do you want me to go?”

  He shook his head. “Come here.”

  Strong arms drew me in, and I found myself pressed to a manly chest. He smelled of campfire and whiskey. His lips attacked my mouth, and
I opened for him, letting his tongue fill me. The feel of his day-old beard chafed, but I loved it. My fingers dove through the strands of his silky hair, as I breathed him deep into my lungs. Hands slid down my back, cupping my butt. He pulled me to him, and I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he growled.

  The single size bed hadn’t been made yet, and his packed bag was on the floor. He’d undone the straps of my sundress, and the top portion of the garment hung loose, exposing my breasts.

  “My God, those look sinful.”

  “You like them?”

  “Are you kidding?”

  His hands touched me, squeezing gently. My nipples were hard and pink, and one was suddenly in his mouth. This shot sensation straight into my pussy, which throbbed. He pressed my breasts together and suckled one nub and then the other.

  “Oh, Mr. Vandekamp.”

  “Doug.”

  “Oh, Doug.”

  He grasped my dress and pulled it down, revealing my panties. “Take it off. Take it all off.”

  His shorts had dropped, exposing his boxers. The top portion of his cock jutted out through the material. I was naked before him, highly aroused and slightly intoxicated. I couldn’t wait to get that yummy looking cock in me.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “No.”

  “Thank God.” He stepped out of his boxers and sat on the bed. “Suck me, beautiful.” I knelt before him and took him, working the end aggressively. “That’s so nice, honey.”

  I slurped noisily, drawing him in and out, until I gagged. A rush of saliva drenched him, while it dribbled from the corners of my mouth, onto my boobs.

  “Aaah…yes…”

  Gagging, I managed to deep throat him, meeting up with his hairy mound. His hands were at the back of my head, pressing me into him. The little cabin filled with the sounds of choking. He began to thrust back and forth, fucking my mouth, his cock in my throat.

  “God, yeah, that’s nice. Eat that cock.” I’d never been used in such a manner, and it was mildly shocking. He pulled himself free and grabbed me. “I wanna fuck you, honey.” Standing behind me, strong fingers dug into my hips, and, with one thrust, he was buried deep.