Cum For Bigfoot 13 Read online

  “Gggrrooaaarrr…”

  “Yes, it does.”

  I reveled in the intense pleasure I endured at the probing tongues of naughty Sasquatches. Before I could settle in fully, a shift occurred, and I found myself being passed above Archie’s body. I was held over his cock, until he lowered me onto his thickened shaft.

  “Holy crap!” The intrusion was staggering, stretching me to capacity. There was no way I could take all of it, but it didn’t matter. “Ooohh…you dirty boys…”

  “Nice, Lena,” he moaned. “Nice.”

  Not to be left out, Tate touched my bottom, sliding a finger into me and wiggling it around. I knew what the apes intended, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. He positioned himself behind me, pressing against my tight bands.

  “Gggrrooaarrr…” It was Leonard, who watched while his penis was worked on; Leslie’s noisy sucking sounds echoed in the cavern.

  The humidity had dampened my skin, which was slightly clammy to the touch. The heat did not affect the apes at all. Archie drove upwards, reaming me, while Tate began to insert himself, pushing and withdrawing slowly. I had been fully primed, yet he was gentle, not wanting to hurt me. When he finally crossed the threshold with that huge, globular head, I gasped at the feeling, amazed that I could accommodate two beasts at once.

  “Ooohhh…” They could hardly move; the fit was so tight. “Oh, Jesus. Oh, God…”

  I was impaled between them, growing even hotter by the second, especially with the heat they gave off. Archie grunted, thrusting upwards, while Tate sank, smacking his heavy balls against my pussy. His hands were on my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin. Their raspy groans echoed, while they labored, pleasuring me thoroughly. Several strokes later, he grunted, stiffening, as a deluge of semen poured out of my bottom, wetting Archie.

  “Whhooaarrr…” Archie grimaced. He thrust harshly, groaning and drenching my silky tunnel with moisture.

  “What are you going to do with this big hunk of meat, you bad boy?” asked Leslie.

  Leonard staggered to his feet, eager to have me. As Archie and Tate collapsed on the grass, I was taken into his arms; his nose was in my neck, sniffing. “Pretty Porsche.”

  I blinked in surprise. “I’m not Porsche.”

  “Whoooaarrr…”

  He set me on the ground; his expression was intense. Shuffling between my thighs, he pressed his enormous cock to my opening, but instead of going deep, he rubbed it against my clit, dipping into my pussy only slightly. Over and over, he worked me in this manner; his patience was amazing, his self-control even more so. With each caress, sensation exploded within me, my body tensing, anticipating an amazing orgasm. He eyed my breasts, which had spilled across my chest.

  Leslie drew near. “I’ll play with her, Leonard. Go ahead and fuck her.” Her finger brushed my nub. “Whoa. It’s really hard.”

  Leonard grunted, thrusting into me. Leslie drew her thumb over my nub, teasing it mercilessly. I flung my head against the grass, moaning. With both of them attending me, I wouldn’t last long.

  “Ooohh…guys…”

  “Lena’s a dirty girl, isn’t she, Leonard?”

  “My dirty girl,” he uttered. “My Porsche.”

  That was the second time he had said my sister’s name. “Omigod!” I was right on the edge, the approaching storm would be huge, and I braced myself, my heart hammering in my chest. While my animal lover drove deep, I succumbed to the pleasure, not wanting it to end. “Ooohhh…” I trembled, my senses shattering with each convulsion. Leonard pulled free, holding his cock. Leslie dutifully took him into her mouth. “You should fuck Leslie, Leonard.”

  “Good idea.” She grinned, getting on her back. “Do the same thing to me.”

  I fingered her clit, feeling wetness. “Like that?”

  “Yeah. Come on big boy. Fuck me. Gimme that monster cock.” He was more than ready to do as Leslie asked, his member looking unnaturally swollen. It slid in fully, stretching her wide. “Oh, my God…oh, yes. That’s it.”

  He growled low in his chest, his face contorting. Then he plunged, giving her what she needed, while I administered to her nub. Leslie was truly beautiful with long, dark hair and a fair complexion. Thick lashes surrounded her eyes, and her breasts jiggled invitingly, with firm nipples pointing upwards. I closed my mouth around a bud, sucking.

  “Oh, shit! Ohhh…”

  “Whooaarrr…”

  He labored pleasuring her, his hands gripping her thighs. I drew tiny circles over her clit, watching as she sucked in several sharp breaths. Leslie was right on the edge of oblivion. I suckled her nipple with more aggression, until she moaned, her head tossing from side to side.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh, my fucking God, yes!”

  “Good!” he roared. “Good pussy!” Leonard withdrew from her, aiming at her belly. The tip erupted in a stream of creamy fluid. Wetness pooled in her naval, while the excess dribbled down her thighs. Leonard threw his head back, groaning raggedly. “Whoooaaarrr…” The sheer amount of semen was incredible.

  “That was so nice,” murmured Leslie. She lifted her head, glancing at her body. “I need a bath.”

  “So do I.”

  Tate and Archie eyed us intently, their cocks having grown again. Bubba continued to puff on the end of his pipe; his eyelids were hooded, but his interest was evident.

  “It’s gonna be a long night in Sasquatch country,” laughed Leslie.

  Chapter Three

  Even the most beautiful places on earth can make a person stir-crazy, if they are trapped in them long enough. Two days later, I was desperate for fresh air, craving open spaces, and dying to eat something other than fish. My fantasies included juicy steaks, mashed potatoes, and a large bowl of ice cream with a mountain of fudge and nuts. These cravings were so acute that my mouth watered at the thought.

  After I had bundled up like an Eskimo, Lendal and Bubba Jr. escorted me out of the cave on a short hiking trip. It was freezing, but the sun on my face and the wind in my hair was exactly what I needed. Sasquatches had amazing instincts in nature; even the youngsters were adept at sniffing out danger and finding the safest paths.

  Lendal was up ahead, stopping every so often to see if I followed. “Don’t worry about me,” I grumbled. “I’m coming...slowly.” When I finally caught up with them, they stood before an assortment of boulders, which looked like they had just tumbled down the side of the mountain. “What are you doing?”

  “A cave,” rasped Bubba Jr. “We found a cave.”

  “Great.” I sat on a rock, using a stick to pry mud off the bottom of my boot.

  “Me go inside.”

  Lendal disappeared, while Bubba Jr. sat next to me; his mouth was partially open, and his breath was visible when he exhaled. He scooted closer, resting his head on my knee. I petted him, much like I would the family dog, which was bizarre. As a result, he grunted happily, flicking out his tongue. The boys were nearly as tall as I was and far stronger; their bodies were solid muscle covered in fur. It was then that I heard the buzzing sound. It came at a distance, the continuous drone of something motorized and manmade. The noise approached rapidly. I jumped to my feet excitedly, my heart pounding in my chest. It was a helicopter. I was going to be rescued!

  Bubba Jr.’s hair stood up on top of his head, his happy countenance had transformed into a suspicious sneer. He grabbed me, which was a shock, and dragged me behind a rock. This must have been an instinctual reaction.

  “It’s fine!” I pushed against him. “They’re here for me. They’re gonna take me home. We’ve nothing to worry about.”

  “Gggrroooarrrr…”

  I wanted to stand and wave my arms, but the stupid, obtuse ape wouldn’t let me go. “For shit’s sake!” We were on the side of the mountain, overlooking a ravine filled with trees and rocks. There was no place for a helicopter to land. I could just see it from the edge of the boulder. It approached slowly, the sound of the rotor blades producing a repetitive whop, whop, whop. “Let
me go!”

  He released his grip slightly, allowing me to peek around the boulder. What I saw was heartening. A sense of relief swept through me. The helicopter was stationary and several ropes had fallen from its underbelly. Men dressed entirely in black began to repel, lowering quickly, until their booted feet hit the ground.

  They’re certainly going through a lot of effort to get me. Wow. Why would they need rifles? That’s a bit excessive, isn’t it? They’re just here to pick me up, not shoot me. What the fuck…

  Ten men, if not more, had dropped from the chopper, which continued to hover. The sound was deafening, while gusts shook nearby trees. Lendal appeared behind us, having climbed out of the newly found cave.

  “Bad men!” he rasped. “Whhooaarrr…” He stood with his feet apart; his hands were on his hips. Then he snarled, baring sharp-looking teeth, while spittle dribbled from the corners of his mouth.

  I felt a moment of doubt, wondering if what he had just said was true. The men had disappeared, as if they knew exactly where they were going. To the tropical cave!

  “No. That can’t be.”

  But as I uttered those words, I knew it was true. They weren’t here to rescue me after all. They were Bigfoot hunters! There were several primal roars below, the sounds of Sasquatch anger. I didn’t know which of the animals had responded, not being able to see anything, but one thing was clear, this wasn’t my rescue.

  I eyed Bubba Jr. “You can let me go. I won’t move, I swear.” He released his grip, grunting and gesturing towards Lendal. “You can’t go down there, boys. You gotta stay here.”

  Neither ape seemed keen on joining the fight. They had other things on their minds. “We take care of you,” said Bubba Jr. Lendal wheezed in agreement. The sound of gunfire erupted in the gorge below.

  “Oh, my God, no!”

  This was horrible! They were shooting at the Sasquatches! Leslie was with them! She had her baby! I scrambled to the edge of the path, peering over the side at the scene, which horrified me. There was an ape beating a man’s head against a rock, but a shot range out, and the creature stiffened, having been hit. The gunfire had come from above, and I glanced at the helicopter, seeing a man sitting in the opening of the door with a rifle in his hand.

  “Holy shit!”

  He had been perceived, and several rocks came his way, thrown by an unseen ape. He ducked inside the craft, missing being hit, but the angry Sasquatches continued to throw rocks, one after the other. A decisive throw was aimed at the rotor blades; the spinning prongs of metal caught the rock in such a way that one snapped, hitting several others in a domino effect. The damage was irreparable. Ropes dropped from the bottom of the helicopter, while men descended rapidly. The craft pitched dramatically, and, before the men had reached the ground, it crashed into the rocks, fire shooting into the air, catching several trees, which burst into flames.

  “WHHOOAAARRR…”

  The roar echoed, as the battle continued, although the enemy had been handicapped. I glanced at Lendal. “Should we go to the cave?”

  He shook his head. “We stay here. Too dangerous.” I was proud of him in that instant for being the one in charge, although he was far younger than I was. He watched the events soberly, his nose twitching. “We go hide now. They might see us.”

  Bubba Jr. took my hand. “Come, Lena.”

  The older, more experienced Bigfoots were engaged in the battle of a lifetime; some had been seriously injured by gunfire, but I didn’t know who had been wounded. It was sad that the outside world had been responsible for this atrocity. Strangers had invaded their habitat, supported by weapons, and equipment, bent on destroying these loving, caring creatures. The Sasquatches protected what was theirs, they nurtured their families, and they kept to themselves and lived their lives, as was their right.

  My anger had me seeing red. “Who are these fuckers?”

  “Bad men,” growled Bubba Jr.

  The frustration I felt at the situation was enough to make me want to scream. The Bigfoot hunters were taking a beating, but our guys were dying trying to defend what was theirs. The cave was shallow, but it would hopefully provide enough shelter to keep us dry and warm for the night. A tree had fallen by the entrance, and the boys broke off portions, throwing them in a pile.

  “We have fire later,” Lendal said. “When the bad men are dead.”

  I sat on the dusty floor, staring at my fingernails, which were dirty. “This is a pretty good hideaway, but what if they find us?”

  “We kill them.” Lendal’s words sent a chill down my spine.

  “You stay here, Lena,” rasped Bubba Jr. “We be back.”

  “Where the hell are you going? It’s crazy out there!”

  “We be careful,” said Lendal. “We look around.”

  “You’re fucking crazy! You have to stay here.”

  Bubba Jr. nodded sternly. “We go now.”

  I hope they come back in one piece.

  They left me alone, and I gazed at the grey walls, wishing I were home. I was sick of roughing it in the great outdoors. I couldn’t wait to be safe and warm in my house, snuggled in my comfortable bed. The sounds of gunfire continued sporadically in the gorge below, as the fight raged on. With each sharp clap of a shot, I cringed. I hoped that the bullets had missed their mark. The apes returned a short while later carrying armfuls of pine branches. They tossed them in a pile in the furthest regions of the cave.

  “What is that?”

  “Our bed,” said Lendal. “We get food now.”

  “Did you see Leonard or Bubba? What about Leslie?”

  “No, Lena. We not see them,” said Bubba Jr.

  They left again, but this time they were gone a long time, and I had begun to worry, envisioning them shot to death and left to die in the snow. The noise of gunfire had ceased for a while, and the quiet was eerie. As the sun dipped behind the mountain, the shadows in the cave deepened and a chill set in, which had me shivering. I gazed longingly at the groupings of firewood, wishing I had a match. Just when I was about to burrow under the pine branches, I heard a noise.

  “Knock, knock! Anybody home?” It was Leslie.

  I jumped to my feet, rushing for the entrance. “Leslie?”

  “Hi, Lena. Isn’t this fun?” Sarcasm dripped from her tone. She held Wolfie in her arms; her face was smudged with dirt. Lendal and Bubba Jr. were behind her.

  “What’s going on?”

  “They raided the cave. It was like they knew exactly where to find us. Wolfie and I hid in a corner.”

  “Did any of the Bigfoots die?” I held my breath, dreading the answer.

  “I think Archie and Tate are dead. Leonard is wounded pretty good. They’re still fighting the bastards, if you can believe it.” She smiled at Lendal. “These two rascals sniffed me out, otherwise I was gonna have to sleep in there tonight.” A gunshot had our attention. “Shit!”

  “It’s hardly a fair fight with weapons like that.”

  “Oh, but don’t think we didn’t hurt them. There are dead bodies everywhere. They might be down to only one guy now. When he runs outta bullets, he’s screwed. Leonard and Bubba have him cornered. They’re gonna get that asshole.” She sat on the pine bedding. “I’m so tired.”

  Lendal arranged the stack of firewood, while Bubba Jr. held two good-sized fish. My stomach rumbled at the sight. “They’re so good at this. They even caught dinner.”

  “Industrious little tikes.” Wolfie began to fuss, and she set him on the ground. “There you go, sweetie.”

  “What happens now?”

  “We hunker down for the night, until that guy dies.”

  “It would be so much warmer in the other cave. It’s like paradise compared to this.”

  “Yeah, but we’d be shot at, if we went there. I already risked a lot leaving. What if there’s more than one guy left? I could be wrong about that.”

  I shivered at the thought.

  Chapter Four

  Lendal and Bubba Jr. grilled the
fish and melted snow, while intermittent gunfire echoed in the gorge. We sat on layers of pine needles; the bedding was lumpy, but it was an improvement over sitting on the freezing stone floor. The boys had positioned branches before the entrance to prevent the cavern from losing warm air.

  I wore snow boots, ski pants, and a heavy jacket with gloves. A knitted hat kept my ears warm. When the fish had been eaten and the fire refreshed, we settled into the fragrant bedding. Lendal was on the end, with me next to him, and then Leslie, Wolfie, and Bubba Jr. The heat of Lendal kept me surprisingly warm; the Sasquatch had fallen asleep almost instantly, his snores filling the cavern. I stared at the ceiling, listening to shots being fired and worrying about how many of the Bigfoots had survived the attack. It seemed to take forever before I drifted to sleep, but my dreams disturbed me, and, when I woke the next morning, a feeling of unease had settled in the pit of my stomach.

  Something was crawling all over me. I turned to my side to see Wolfie, who chewed on the end of a stick. His furry face was a matted mess, and his black eyes glinted.

  “Hi, Wolfie.”

  “Grrrrr….grrrr…” he purred. His high-pitched tone was adorable.

  “Where’s your mamma?” He didn’t seem to understand the question. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. We were the only ones in the cave. “Where is everybody?” I got to my feet, picking Wolfie up. “Come on, squirt. Let’s check it out. At least it’s quiet. Maybe they killed that guy.”

  The doorway had been partially cleared, and, as I neared, a gust of frigid air hit me. It had snowed during the night, and my feet crunched over several inches worth of white powder. I wandered to the edge of a sheer drop, staring down at what was left of the helicopter. There weren’t any signs of bodies, but it had snowed, and they were more than likely hidden now. Movement caught my eye, and I turned, jumping.

  “Jesus! You scared the crap outta me.” It was Leslie. “What’s going on?”