Cum For Bigfoot, Book 3 Page 2

  I prepared to dive into uncharted lesbian territory. How hard could it be? “Well, here goes.”

  “Be my bitch. Lick me.” She smiled crookedly.

  “Shush.”

  I flicked out my tongue, lapping against her clit, producing a surprising moan from Shelly. I hadn’t expected such an immediate and enthusiastic reaction. Bolstered by her response, I gently opened her lips, exposing the hidden nub of her clit. Prodding it with my tongue, the tiny organ began to swell to a sizable lump. She smelled musky, her snatch glistening with arousal.

  “Grrrooooaaarrr…nice…good girls…” uttered Dale.

  I’d never had sex with a woman before, and I didn’t fantasize about them, but…eating Shelly out had turned me on, horribly. I buzzed in my cunt, the muscles in my tunnel contracting, begging for stimulation. I almost couldn’t concentrate on working her little nub, it was so distracting. What I really needed was one of Leonard’s long, talented fingers in me.

  I glanced at him. “Can you help?”

  He shuffled over, his cock thrusting out before him, oozing clear fluid. “What?”

  “Um…” I bit my lip, shyness gripping me…“could you touch…” I took his hand and led it to my pussy, “me here.”

  His black, glossy eyes glimmered with approval. “Porsche, you good girl.”

  A finger began to dip into my needy hole, making me catch my breath. “Yes, Leonard. Do that.”

  I resumed licking Shelly’s pussy, driving my tongue up and down her slit, tasting her feminine juices, my face coating in her wetness. My saliva began to drip between her buttcheeks, wetting the fur beneath us. Leonard’s finger dipped deep into my pussy, causing me to moan with bliss. That was exactly what I needed while I attended to my friend, laving her hole, tasting the insides of her cunt.

  “Oh…Porsche…it’s sooo good.” Her fingers threaded through my hair. “Yes…don’t stop…”

  I echoed that sentiment. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Keep fucking me, Leonard.” That fat, firm finger was driving me mad with lust. It was so long that it kept hitting something wildly stimulating deep inside of me. I buried my face in Shelly’s snatch, gobbling her up, as if I’d been starving for months. There was no way I was going to be able to hold off the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm me. It was just too good. “Oh! Shit-fuck-Leonard!” I moaned, my face buried in another woman’s cunt, as the contractions pummeled my system, forcing me to clench around the finger inside of me. “Yes! Oooohhh…”

  “Good, Porsche. You good girl.”

  I smiled at him, my body trembling with the aftereffects of the intense pleasure. “Thanks, Leonard.”

  He held his cock. “You suck now.” He grinned, flashing sharp, white teeth.

  I took one look at his engorged manhood and shivered with renewed inspiration. Oh, boy.

  Chapter Three

  As the rain fell outside our little shelter, the four of us occupied ourselves in a hedonistic manner. The hut began to smell of sex, the heady scent teasing me. The end of Leonard’s cock dripped with fluid, his eyes glinting with desire.

  “What about me?” Shelly fingered herself. “Fuck me, Dale. Get that big, fat cock over here.”

  As I wrapped my hand around Leonard’s impressive meat, Dale shuffled towards Shelly, his erection thrusting out before him, leaking like a sieve. He drew her legs apart; holding her seductively curved calves in either hand, exposing her pink slit.

  Shelly grabbed for his cock. “Oh, God, yeah. Gimme that thing.”

  It still amazed me how something that big could fit into a small hole. It seemed implausible that pleasure could be derived from these monster cocks, but the rigidity of their phalluses hid a sensual secret. The outside was soft and pliable, while the inner portion was hard. There was a certain amount of wiggle room, so to speak, that made the insertion highly pleasurable and comfortable, even in the snug environment of an asshole.

  As Dale drove into Shelly’s pussy, I closed my mouth around Leonard, letting his penis slide into my throat, gagging me. Pre-cum dripped from the corners of my mouth, splashing my breasts and tummy.

  “Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Dale! Fuck me!”

  Dale pounded Shelly, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her ass. He grunted from the exertion, his groans rumbling in his chest. I sucked on the rounded end of the cock, the little slit opening in the center, expelling shocking amounts of fluid. I seemed to be swallowing more than sucking, and I could barely keep up.

  “Lay, Porsche,” Leonard groaned, pointing to the animal pelt.

  I did as I was told, wondering what was going to happen and trembling with anticipation. He straddled me on his knees, shuffling towards my face. Rough, black hands grasped my breasts, pressing the ample mounds together.

  “Hold.”

  Understanding dawned. He wanted to tit-fuck me. I held my boobs together as he shoved his cock between them, lubricating me instantly with a fresh release of pre-cum. I watched as he slid back and forth, fucking my soft mounds. The head popped out with every thrust, butting up against my throat. I tossed my head back, my long, blonde hair falling over the fur.

  “Good, Porsche. Good!”

  “Oh, yeah! Fuck me! Oh-shit-God-fuck me hard-shit!” Shelly moaned loudly, cumming on the monster cock inside of her. Her ape grunted as he drove home, his balls slapping her ass.

  My guy was pleasuring himself with my tits, as plentiful amounts of pre-cum wetted my chest and neck. Leonard threw back his head and roared, the sound reverberating around us. I gazed down in time to see his cock erupt with a torrent of seminal fluid, as it gushed out of him, spraying me.

  “Porsche! Good! Good!” roared Leonard.

  It was always mildly shocking to observe the sheer volume of sperm these creatures held within them. I was being thoroughly doused; my hair was wet with the sticky, salty concoction.

  “Whhhoooaaarrrr…” Leonard groaned.

  Nothing could prepare me for what happened next. Dale had withdrawn from Shelly’s satiated snatch, and his cock was suddenly in my face, the mushroom head pushing against my mouth, demanding entrance. I ate him, tasting my friend’s pussy juices.

  “Suck, Porsche. Gooood…”

  Leonard collapsed onto the pelt, watching as his friend used me to reach completion. He was in such a lustful state that he held my head between his strong, overeager hands, forcing me to gag on his pre-cum. I could barely breathe from the size of him, as I struggled to get the length into my mouth.

  “Nice, Porsche. Nice,” he groaned.

  Shelly watched as I serviced her ape. I had anticipated him blowing his wad all over my chest as Leonard had, but when he began to spurt, he held onto my head, forcing his cock down my throat.

  “Whoooaaarrrr…”

  I tried to fight him to gain my freedom, fearing I might drown on his cum, but he wouldn’t let me go. Instead, I was made to swallow enormous amounts of sperm, the fluid pouring down my esophagus, filling my belly to the brim.

  “Jesus,” murmured Shelly. “Way to eat a ton of jizz.”

  I gagged; dry heaving on the bitter, salty taste. He wouldn’t let go of me; the continuous eruptions rushed down my throat. What I couldn’t swallow spilled out of my mouth and flowed down my neck. When he had at last ceased climaxing, he released me. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling nauseous.

  “I…gotta…fuck!” I jumped to my feet, knowing I was going to puke. I pushed aside the animal hide covering the door and barely exited the shelter before vomiting outside, whitish seminal fluid splashing at my feet. The rain drenched me, and I shivered. The stream was nearby, and I ran to it, washing myself as quickly as I could. I was sticky with ape sperm, and, if it dried, it would itch.

  “Are you alright?”

  My teeth chattered. “Y-yeah. T-that was k-kinda gross.”

  “Oh, my fucking God! I don’t know how you swallowed all of it without drowning.”

  I laughed, “You should try it next time.”

  “Hell no.�
�� Shelly crouched in the freezing, gushing water, quickly washing herself. “Fuck, it’s cold!”

  We ran to the shelter, wet, frozen, and exhausted. Leonard held open an animal pelt, and I all but dove into it. He wrapped it around me and drew me close, grunting deep in his chest. I was warm instantly. It wasn’t long before the four of us were fast asleep, the ape’s raspy snoring resonating like a soothing lullaby.

  We packed in the morning, tossing items into the cart along with the chickens. The goat kept up with us, snatching patches of grass and bushes as we went, eating everything in sight. Leonard pulled the cart, while Dale carried the backpacks. It was nice not to feel encumbered by the weight of my pack. The day was a hot one, the intensity of summer beating down on us, causing me to sweat profusely. I sensed we were descending, because the trek was far easier than yesterday. When we stopped for lunch, the apes plucked fish out of a stream and prepared the fillets over a small fire. Shelly disappeared into the forest with Dale, while Leonard and I watched over the food.

  He pulled me onto his lap, his nose pressed to my throat. “You good, Porsche. I like my Porsche.”

  I pushed against him. “Stop it.” He licked the side of my face. “Ew. Quit it, you big lump.”

  He growled deep in his chest. If I had heard that sound in the wilderness, I would have been scared silly. It was a cross between a bear and a lion, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. His great big hands had turned into sticky paws, as he grasped me, refusing to let go.

  “You mine, Porsche. Mine.”

  I stared at him. “Leonard. You know I have to go home.”

  “No.”

  “I miss my mom and dad and my sister. I miss everything.”

  “No. You stay with me.”

  I shook my head.

  His black eyes glimmered. “You mine, Porsche. You live with me. We make baby.” He pointed at my stomach.

  I hadn’t gotten my period yet, which was slightly worrisome. “I like you, but…this isn’t my home. I have a family.”

  “We make family.”

  Jeez he was stubborn. I sighed. “Oh, Leonard. Let’s not argue.” I leaned my head against the wall of his hairy chest. “Who knows what’s gonna happen.”

  His arms tightened around me. “You make Leonard happy.”

  Those words produced tingles in my tummy. His padded fingers brushed against my boobs, making me shudder with pleasure. “Aren’t the fish done yet?”

  He growled. “No fish. I want you.”

  “You’re the biggest horndog ever,” I giggled. His tongue licked the side of my face. “Stop it!” I pushed against him. “Bad ape, bad!”

  His chest rumbled with humor, dark eyes flashing. “My Porsche. Mine.”

  Dale and Shelly had returned with a tin of water. We ate lunch, Leonard and I on a blanket and Shelly and Dale sitting on a fur. I used my Bigfoot as a chair and leaned into him, feeling relaxed and surprisingly content. An oversized hand rested on my belly, his thumb rubbing my tummy lightly. It wasn’t long before we packed up our belongings and tethered the goat to the cart. We headed deeper into the forest, every step distancing Shelly and I from any possible rescue.

  Chapter Four

  The hours we spent walking seemed to be far more pleasant than yesterday, and I surmised it was because we were gradually heading downwards, thereby, exerting ourselves less. The chickens clucked and bounced around in their cages, and the tins rattled from the uneven ground.

  “Where are we going?” I’d come up behind Leonard. “Do you have a plan?”

  He nodded.

  “What is it?”

  “Find safety.”

  “How long until we get there?”

  His eyes flashed as he glanced at me, which made my tummy tingle. “Long time. You tired?”

  I sighed. “No. I’m fine.”

  The descent turned rocky a while later, as we ambled down through a boulder-strewn ravine. The forest grew dense and the ground soft, my sneakers sinking into the muck. The cart got stuck several times, and Dale and Leonard had to dig out the wheels, their arms and legs filthy with mud. Grime matted their fur in clumps, making it reek. As the day wore on, the terrain became even worse, with the ground deteriorating into an all out bog. Shelly and I were filthy up to our chests from wading through the mess. The goat had to be dragged through at times, Leonard pulling on the lead and Dale shoving the animal from behind. He bleated wildly in protest. Shelly looked miserable, her homespun dress was filthy, and her messy hair was piled on top of her head. As the sun began to drift westwards and the shadows broadened, I knew we would eventually have to find a place to rest for the night.

  Sensing my unhappiness, Leonard announced, “We stop soon.”

  “Thank the fricken Lord,” muttered Shelly. “This was the worst today. Ugh.”

  There was a break in the forest up ahead with what looked like a type of meadow behind it. The relief I felt had me picking up my mud coated sneakers with renewed purpose. These apes knew where they were going, having roamed this terrain their entire lives. As we emerged from the trees, a shout rang out, which stunned me. Both Leonard and Dale growled low and threatening, deep in their throats, a sound I had heard before that did not bode well.

  Someone was coming! It was a man.

  “Ho!” The man shouted, dressed in slacks and a gray shirt with suspenders. “Welcome, Ts’emekwes! Good to see you in this neck of the woods.”

  The Bigfoot’s roared in greeting, embracing the man as if he were an old family friend.

  “Is that you, Leonard? Haven’t seen you in ages, boy.”

  Shelly and I exchanged a glance. She looked astounded, yet tired. “Christ. It just gets weirder and weirder.”

  “You got yourselves some fine lookin’ women. I bet I know why you’re in trouble. People gotta be lookin’ for ‘em, eh?”

  Leonard grunted in response.

  “Well, come on with ya, then. You’ll need a good clean up and food. We can talk about the particulars later.”

  We followed the stranger down a small path, the four of us tired and filthy. The trek for today was almost over, and I couldn’t wait to sit down and rest. Winding around the bend, we descended again, the cart shaking from side to side, the wheels bouncing off rocks, until it leveled out and calmed down, the chickens protesting loudly. Through thickets and old growth trees, bordered by Rhododendrons, we emerged to find a small homestead; a log cabin had been erected along with a barn and outbuildings.

  “Put the animals in the barn, and go clean up. You know where the spring is.” The weathered, yet friendly looking man with the beard smiled at me. “I’m Palmer, honey. What’s your name?”

  “Porsche. This is Shelly.”

  “You been taken by Bigfoot, haven’t you?”

  “Yes. We have to get home.”

  He nodded. “Well, I wish you luck with that, honey. The Ts’emekwes are pretty possessive of their women, seein’ how hard they are to come by. It’ll be a miracle to get rescued now.”

  My spirits sunk. “Great.” Who the heck was this guy? “Who are you?”

  “Ya’ll get cleaned up, and we’ll talk later.”

  The spring was fifty yards away and surrounded by thickets, offering a secluded bathing spot. Shelly and I stripped naked and waded into the water, the bottom feeling rocky. It was freezing, but I didn’t care. I immersed myself, washing the mud off my arms and face. The Bigfoots bathed as well, the caked on muck loosening from their matted fur and floating on the surface. Leonard roared with happiness, dunking his head under and scrubbing himself vigorously. When we were finished, I fished out a dress from my backpack and tossed it over my head. Zelda had given us homespun clothing, which were hideous looking sacks that hung loosely off our thin frames, but at least they were clean. My shoes needed to be washed, and I squatted by the spring’s edge and scrubbed them the best I could. Leonard and Dale shook themselves out like dogs after a bath.

  “God, I’m so tired,” muttered Shelly.

 
; “Who the hell is that guy?”

  She shrugged. “Some fucking mountain man.”

  At the cabin, a pot of stew was simmering on the stove, which smelled delicious, my mouth watering instantly. Dale and Leonard took up an enormous amount of space inside the small, rustic looking dwelling.

  “Sit down, girls. I’ll get you a bowl. You look hungry.”

  There were only three chairs, and Leonard and Dale sat on the floor, their hairy legs folded before them, Indian style. The smell of wet fur filled the room, forcing Palmer to leave the door open. He gave us bowls filled with hot stew, and I ate greedily, devouring the food like some sort of wild pack animal.

  Palmer sat in a chair smiling. “Well, they sure do clean up mighty fine.”

  I glared at him. “How can you help these monsters? They’re kidnappers.”

  He snorted. “They do what they gotta do to survive, darlin’. If you haven’t noticed, there aren’t any lady Bigfoots. How else they supposed to make babies?”

  I’d heard this argument before. “Who are you?”

  “I’m the son of a trapper. My family’s been livin’ in the Cascades for as long as I can remember. My great-great-grandfather came out on the Barlow Trail. They was lookin’ for the “place of plenty,” and what did they find? Wild apes that took their women.”

  I glanced at Leonard. He was pouring the soup down his throat; not bothering with the spoon Palmer had given him. “You protect these creatures?”

  “Surely. There are others too. We hide out just like the Ts’emekwes. I don’t care much for the civilized world. My pa didn’t either. We originals take care of the apes. They’re our heritage. They’re a part of us and us of them. My mother gave birth to four of ‘em herself before she died.”

  This bit of news was astounding. “Aren’t you worried the authorities will find you?”

  He shook his head. “Never seen ‘em before. We’re pretty isolated out here, Miss. Don’t see nothin’ but the Ts’emekwes and their women.” He smiled, revealing stained and blackened teeth. “And what mighty fine women these two are, Leonard, boy. You sure know how to pick ‘em.”