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  Cum 4 Bigfoot

  By Virginia Wade

  Copyright © 2012 Virginia Wade

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  Published by I Love Stacy

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  Virginia Wade

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Breaking up is hard to do…

  Leonard refused to let me go. He stroked my back, his breath in my ear. He began purring, which was bizarre. The sound rumbled in his chest, making him vibrate. He’d never done that before. It reminded me a bit of a cat, the sound soothing, yet intimate and appealing. I felt myself softening towards him, melting into the warmth and comfort of his matted fur. He carried me to an animal pelt that had been placed over a pile of straw. The atmosphere within the barn suddenly shifted, and as Dale dimmed the light in the lantern, the interior darkened and muted shadows flickered off the wooden walls.

  He grabbed Shelly, but she protested. “Stop it!”

  My fear had morphed into something else, and my sole focus was on my Bigfoot. He’d taken my dress and lifted it off me, discarding the item on the straw. His cock, thick and demanding, had sprung out from his hairy groin, pressing against my tummy. I hated the rush of tenderness I felt for him, wanting to replace these troubling emotions with the horrifying images of the afternoon…but I wasn’t able to. There was a part of my mind and body that needed and wanted him. As I was lowered to the fur, and his mouth connected with mine, I knew I would give in. It didn’t matter that our newest captive sat across from us watching, or that Shelly and her Bigfoot, Dale, would be moaning and shouting with pleasure any moment. None of it mattered.

  The dimness of the surroundings offered up enough privacy for me to let myself indulge in the bliss that Leonard offered, his hand cupping my breast, my nipple being compressed between his thick, black fingers. Our kisses went on forever, his tongue pillaging the insides of my mouth. What I really needed was to feel that talented pink appendage slide inside my pussy, driving me wild with sensation.

  “Oh, Leonard,” I groaned.

  My hands settled on top of his head, as he licked his way down my chest, laving my breasts with a streak of wetness, until I arched my back, anticipating him in my creamy snatch. My tummy quivered just thinking about how wonderful it was going to feel having him plundering me deeply. He knew what I wanted, because he obliged me by settling between my thighs, his hot breath fanning out over the distended lips of my labia. When he flicked against my clit, I moaned.

  “Oh, yes…”

  “Oh, Dale! Oh, God, fuck me!”

  I glanced over at my friend. She rode her Bigfoot, his cock buried deep inside of her. Her long brown hair fell down her back, as her perky breasts jiggled with the motion of her hips. Jean watched with an expression of shock, horror, and confusion. I could have cared less what she thought, as we fucked these beasts and enjoyed what they were doing to us. How could you explain something like this to someone who had never felt what it was like to mate with a Sasquatch? Being held in the arms of my Bigfoot was like snuggling into a warm, fuzzy blanket. All thoughts of the life I knew before dissipated, because, being with him, I felt whole.

  Leonard’s tongue drove into the folds of my pussy, plunging deep. “Oh…God…”

  There was nothing like that long, slightly rough tongue sliding in and out, soft and wet, filling me completely. My fingers dug in, kneading his scalp, encouraging him to continue to pleasure me. His face was buried between my milky thighs.

  “Harder, Dale! Fuck me harder!”

  Shelly’s moans spurred me on even more, knowing that my friend was being pleasured to oblivion. We’d turned into monster sluts, loving and being loved by our pets. It didn’t matter…it was sooo good. I never wanted it to end.

  “Yes, Leonard. Ooohh…yes…”

  He sunk deeper, finding that hidden erogenous zone, rubbing the end of his tongue over the spot, forcing me to fling my head back and gasp. His saliva ran down my buttcrack, making the fur beneath us damp. A finger toyed with my bottom, pressing into the delicate bands of muscles, seeking entrance. If I thought having my pussy eaten was heavenly, that was nothing compared to his tongue in my asshole. He lifted my pelvis by pushing against the backs of my thighs, exposing me entirely. Then he dipped into my hole, prodding deeply, opening me up, bit by bit.

  “Oh!”

  There was a slight inkling of pain, as the broad expanse of his tongue pushed through, but that was quickly replaced with unimaginable pleasure. The wet softness that had been applied to my pussy was now working its magic inside my anal cavity. I fingered my clit while he laved me, driving that magnificent tongue in and out.

  “Oh, my-shit-God!”

  Grasping my cheeks, I pulled them further apart for him, giving him even greater access. He plundered my depths, working my tight hole, coercing the bands to soften and widen.

  Shelly screamed, the sound echoing in the barn. “Oh! Yes! I’m cumming, you fucking beast! Oooohh…God…”

  Dale grunted, the sound of his balls slapping against her pussy. The heady aroma of sex, musky and strong, began to tease my nose, stimulating me even further into erotic bliss.

  “Leonard…yes…fuck me more…”

  To my dismay, he withdrew his tongue, but inserted a long, black finger, plunging it in and out. He held his cock with one hand, massaging the dripping tip. He oozed copious amounts of pre-cum, the fluid falling to the fur. I knew what he intended, and my pussy clenched pleasurably in response, even though it would hurt at first.

  “Good, Porsche, good…”

  The engorged tip of his cock pressed against me, pushing open the tight bands of muscles that had been thoroughly primed. I braced myself for it to dip, hurting me, because the pressure would be immense. I toyed with my clit; the swollen nub was sticky with my juices and his saliva. I lifted my legs to allow him better access, and he gently inserted himself inside me, the pulsing end throbbing around my anus.

  “Oh, Leonard,” I groaned.

  “Grroooarrr!” It was Dale. He had sought release inside of Shelly, spilling his seed in her cunt. “Whhhooooaaaarrrr…”

  Leonard’s massive tool slid into my asshole, stretching me to impossible breadths. I thought I might die from the agony, my muscles clamping around him, struggling to relax into the intrusion.

  “Good!”

  He drove in deeper, filling me entirely; the tension was immense. “Oh, Leonard!” I manipulated my clit furiously, the little nub engorged with arousal.

  “So good, Porsche. Nice…”

  His pre-cum worked miracles lubricating my tight hole, allowing him to slide in and out easily. I gazed into Leonard’s eyes, his black, mysterious pupils glinting with a seductive light. While my bottom was reamed, my tummy clenched with pleasure.

  “Oh, God…”

  It was surprising that I would enjoy having my ass fucked with a massive dick, but my body didn’t lie. I was on the edge, not being able to stand the pleasure/pain a moment longer without tumbling into oblivion. My pussy contracted, my clit quivering with sensitivity. I stroked the nub, edging closer to release, one tumultuous contraction at a time.<
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  “OH! LEONARD!” It hit me hard, forcing the air out of my lungs, causing me to shudder violently. My entire pelvic region exploded with sensation, as wave after wave of sexual gratification inundated me. “Oh…yeah…you naughty beast…fuck my ass…”

  I was in the grip of ecstasy, not being able to even remember my own name. The universe had gifted me with a burst of feeling; heightening the experience to such a degree, I thought I would lose consciousness.

  “Good, Porsche. Good.” He stiffened, his cock spraying the insides of my anal cavity with a river of cream, which poured from me, wetting the fur beneath us. “Wrroooaarrr!”

  He drove in and out, grunting loudly, enjoying the pleasures of my anus. His semen gushed unchecked like a salty enema. The amount of spunk these creatures produced was incredible. At last, when he’d exhausted himself, he withdrew and collapsed next to me. As he drew me into the fuzzy warmth of his arms, I snuggled into his chest, while perplexing tears pricked the insides of my eyelids.

  I knew I was in trouble. It wasn’t because I had been kidnapped by horny Bigfoots and I couldn’t escape…it was because I’d done the unthinkable. I’d fallen in love with my ape.

  Oh, shit.

  We woke the next morning to a pounding on the barn door. “Get up! You gotta get outta here. They’ll be here soon!” It was Palmer.

  The apes jumped to their feet with surprising agility. I rushed to get dressed, and Shelly did the same. We both had bits of straw in our hair, and our eyes were groggy with sleep. Jean, who had been kidnapped the day before, remained tied to the post with her hands behind her back. She looked exhausted, and she must have slept horribly from having been bound like that for hours.

  Dale untied her, and she rubbed her wrists, while glaring at him. “Thanks a million,” she said dryly.

  “I radioed a neighbor,” said Palmer. “They’re scouring the area lookin’ for the girls.”

  Leonard flung open the door, still angry with him for having raised his hand to Shelly yesterday.

  “I packed you some food. Are you taking that woman?”

  The grizzled features of the mountain man filled my vision. He was one of the few protectors of the Bigfoots, his family having lived in the region for generations.

  “We go now,” rasped Leonard. “We take woman.”

  “Fine then, but you better head East, son.”

  Leonard grunted in reply. Within minutes, the wagon was loaded with supplies and chicken cages, along with the goat that had been tethered to the conveyance. We were on our way deeper into the Cascades, slipping even further from civilization.

  Chapter Two

  Shelly and I were accustomed to walking for hours on end, dressed in homespun sacks that vaguely resembled dresses. I followed behind the cart, while Leonard pulled it over rough terrain. The heat of the summer sun beat down upon us, as we gradually increased altitude. It was stiflingly hot today; so much so, I wore my long blonde hair on top of my head, away from the wetness of my perspiring neck.

  We’d been on the run for days, after two Search and Rescue men had discovered the Bigfoot camp. They had met an untimely death at the end of a club, their bodies buried in the forest to hide the evidence. I hadn’t seen my friend, Leslie, since that day. She had disappeared with her ape, Bubba, and the rest of the tribe. The entire camp had been forced to break up and seek shelter within the dense mountain range, which had hidden the Sasquatch’s for thousands of years.

  “Can I have water?” asked Jean. Her strawberry blonde hair was in a ponytail beneath a baseball cap. I unscrewed the top of a tin and handed it to her. “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  I felt badly that she had been kidnapped, but then the same fate had befallen Shelly and me. We had been on a camping trip with several boys and our chaperone, Doug Vandekamp. Only the girls had been taken, in near silence, while they had gone out to gather firewood. From that first day, it became clear that we were meant to pleasure these apes with the ultimate goal of becoming pregnant and producing little Bigfoots. This species was unable to give birth to females. With that in mind, I hadn’t gotten my period yet, which worried me.

  “Where the hell are we going?” asked Shelly.

  “To safety,” rasped Dale. He was eight feet of muscled strength hidden behind dark brown tufts of fur. His black feet sunk silently into the moist ground beneath him.

  “We no rest. Keep moving,” said Leonard.

  Usually they were kinder to us, but I sensed trouble. There was a reason for the bruising pace, and today was going to be a challenge. The chickens protested in their cages, while the goat plodded on stoically. He was needed for milk and, I assumed, food, if meat became scarce. The apes were adroit at fishing, snatching them out of rivers and streams with ease. Most of their diet consisted of fish.

  As the day wore on and the heat became oppressive, we began a hellish climb, stumbling over rocks and clawing our way up an incline. The cart remained behind, because there was no way it could make the steep grade. I assumed Dale and Leonard would retrieve the pertinent items later.

  “Oh, my fucking, God,” griped Shelly. “You goddamned apes! This is terrible.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  “Keep going. There soon,” rasped Dale.

  “Thank God,” I muttered.

  I glanced at Jean. She seemed to be holding up well. She looked fit, with her trim, athletic figure and thick-heeled hiking boots. Being a Search and Rescue worker, she was probably used to this type of exertion. She’d already been walking for days to find us. Leonard was up ahead, stepping over large rocks with wide, hairy legs. These creatures were shockingly tall, with sturdy frames and immeasurable strength. It wasn’t wise to piss off a Bigfoot, because he could club you to death with one swing. I’d seen it happen twice now, mentally shuddering at the grizzly memory. I glanced ahead and saw an opening in the side of the mountain. I assumed we were heading for it.

  Ten minutes later, we found ourselves in a hollowed out space that smelled strange. The darkened interior echoed eerily, the sound of our feet bouncing off the stone walls. A low growl reached my ears, and I gasped. What kind of animal was that?

  “Oh, shit,” whispered Shelly.

  Leonard raised his hand to silence us. He spoke in his bizarre, archaic language and waited for a reply. Had that growl come from another Bigfoot? A shuffling noise drew near, and I stepped closer to Shelly, grabbing her. Out of the dimness came a set of hairy feet, followed by equally hairy legs.

  It’s another Bigfoot!

  Leonard roared in greeting, obviously recognizing the creature. Dale uttered something low and guttural.

  “Jesus Christ,” muttered Jean. “How many of them are there?”

  I glanced at her. “A lot.”

  She shook her head. “How they kept themselves secret is beyond me. People have combed these mountains for years.”

  “They just wanna be left alone.”

  “Then they gotta quit kidnapping people.”

  “They need women to breed. Their species doesn’t produce females.”

  Her mouth hung open. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” To my utter shock, Zelda appeared, heavily pregnant with a Bigfoot’s baby.

  “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she said, a huge grin splitting her face. She’d been taken years ago and had adapted to the Sasquatch way of life.

  Jean stared at the mountain woman dumbfounded.

  “And you got another one. Where’d she come from?”

  “She’s Search and Rescue,” I said. “And, she’s not happy about it.”

  Understanding shone in Zelda’s eyes. “Oh, the heat is on good now. This has gotten outta control. Taking you girls was one thing, but killin’ them rescuers…” she clucked, “not good. Not good at all. We’re in some serious shit.”

  “Where’s Leslie?” asked Shelly.

  “I’m here.”

  I gasped. “Oh, my God!” She wore a tattered dress and nothing else. I
hugged her. “It’s so good to see you.”

  “It’s good to see you too.”

  “Is this the other member of your party?” asked Jean.

  “Yes, this is Leslie Webster.” Bubba appeared looking bedraggled and bleary eyed. He was the leader of the apes, and he had obviously just woken from a snooze, which was something he did often. Several Bigfoot children ran out, grunting and snorting. Was the entire tribe here?

  “Oh, look at the little ones,” uttered Jean. “Oh, my God.”

  Leslie grabbed my hand. “We’re further back. Come on.” My friend seemed healthy and happy, her eyes glowing. “We just got here yesterday.”

  Bubba, Dale, and Leonard talked amongst themselves in a language I didn’t understand, while the Bigfoot children jumped around with rambunctious energy, happy to see us. One of them pulled on my arm and licked me.

  “Stop it, you little turkey!”

  This was met with snorting noises. They were miniature versions of their fathers, grunting and hand gesturing to communicate. They spoke English, albeit brokenly.

  “Where have you guys been?” asked Leslie.

  “At some mountain dude’s ranch,” said Shelly. “Search and Rescue showed up yesterday, and the men got…clubbed. This is Jean. She was with them.”

  “Hi, Jean.”

  “Hello. How are you, Miss Webster?”

  “Good.”

  We were walking towards the back of the cave in near blackness. A musty smell invaded my lungs, along with something slightly rotten. A dim light glowed up ahead.

  “What is this place?” I asked.

  “A super cave,” said Zelda. “It doesn’t look like much now, but just wait.”

  Something moved by my side, and I felt the brush of fur. The ape children had run up ahead, their feet stomping the ground. Leonard and Bubba were in discussion. I imagined he was telling him about the close encounter with Search and Rescue yesterday. Jean was right behind me, her expression in shadow, but I knew her mind must have been spinning with a million thoughts. She’d only been kidnapped a day, and I remembered how freaked out I had been in that circumstance.