Cum For Bigfoot 6 (5 page)

Strong hands pulled on my shorts, bringing
them down my hips. Leonard, Dale, and Rusty watched as I was pushed
to my knees. My panties were suddenly at my ankles, and a hard cock
prodded my pussy. “Oh, my God…” This had happened awfully fast. I
hardly had a moment to regain my composure. “Oh!” He slid in far
too easily, revealing the state of my excitement, which was
shameful.

This mating wasn’t gentle, and, as the
Sasquatch hammered me, I grasped at the pelt under my fingers,
holding on for dear life. He reminded me of Rusty the night before,
the eagerness, and the animalistic need was punctuated by deep
guttural groans. The sharp driving of his cock pounded against my
cervix, exasperating the buzzing that had begun.

“Oh, shit, Leonard!” My mate growled
unhappily in response.

I didn’t want to enjoy being taken like this
by a strange Bigfoot while my lovers watched. Was it really my
fault that these creatures found me irresistible? “Oh…oh…no…” I was
mortified, but my body enjoyed the rough sex, far more than I could
have ever imagined. The lengthy phallus massaged my honeyed walls,
making the swollen lips of my labia drip with my own juices.

The ape rasped, his breathing harsh, while
his grunts increased. He was reaching his end, and I would join
him. To my shame, I could feel the storm gathering, the pressure
mounting, and the tingling climbing to the threshold of pleasure. I
was an erotic powder keg about to burst.

“Oh-my-fucking-God!” I shuddered, the
intensity of the orgasm forcing my head forward, my hair spilling
to the fur. The beast behind me stiffened, emptying himself, the
wetness pouring out over my inner thighs. Together we moaned and
shuddered, the pleasure so intense, I thought I might lose
consciousness. “Ohh…ooohhh…shit…”

“Whoooaaarrrr…”

I glanced at Leonard. He looked unhappy.
“Don’t be mad at me,” I whispered. He grunted in reply and crossed
his arms over his chest. When the Sasquatch released me, Leonard
grabbed me and hauled me to him, anger flaring in his look. “I’m
sorry. Was I not supposed to like it?” He grunted and gave me my
clothes. “T-thanks.” I dressed quickly, while nervous bundles of
energy had me worrying over my own safety. He grasped me none too
gently and threw me over his shoulder, which was something he
hadn’t done in years.
Oh, he’s pissed
.

He trudged off towards our camp, huffing with
anger.

When we returned to camp, Leslie came out to
see what the commotion was about. “What happened?”

Leonard put me down, and I faced my friend.
“How’s Lendal?”

“He cried because you weren’t here. I fed
him, and he’s sleeping with Bubba Jr.” She glanced at the
Sasquatches. “Is everybody all right?”

“Yeah, but Leonard’s mad at me. I was
kidnapped and…I sorta had sex with one of the other Bigfoots.”

“Oh, that gets ‘em going every time,” said
Zelda, who had come up behind us. “I’m glad you’re back.” She
patted Leonard, who grunted unhappily. “This lug will get over it.
They hate sharing with other tribes. It’s one thing to pass a girl
around with your mates, but it’s quite another to share her outside
the group. Ya know?”

I just loved Bigfoot logic. “I’m seeing
that.” I glanced at Leonard. “It wasn’t my fault. He made me fuck
him. You decided it was okay. You’ve no right to be angry.”

He grunted and pointed a finger in my face,
baring his teeth. “You mine, Porsche. Mine!”

Tears sprang to my eyes. “I know that, you
fucking carpet! Why do you think I’m still here? I could go home
anytime. I don’t have to put up with this shit!” I stomped off,
feeling exhausted and emotional. I didn’t get far, because sticky
paws grabbed me and I found myself hauled off the ground. “Put me
down!”

“Ggrroooaarrr…”

He took me to our shelter like a sack of
potatoes, tossing me onto a plush fur pelt. I glared at him. “Stop
pushing me around!”

“You stay with me! You no go away.”

“Oh, you understood that, did you?”

“You mine, Porsche. Mine!”

“I can’t help it if I’m kidnapped! What was I
supposed to do?”

“Don’t fuck other tribe. NO!”

Guilt wracked me. “I’m sorry.”

He growled and sat cross-legged glaring at
me. His black eyes flashed with moisture, and his nose leaked. “You
belong here.” He pointed at the ground.

“I know that. I’m sorry. I can’t help it if
it feels good when…when…you know.” I bristled remembering that he
had given his permission to have his girl taken by another ape.
“You let him have me.” I pointed at his chest. “It’s really your
fault.”

He growled, “You bad girl.”

“Why, you little shit!” I smacked him, but it
hardly hurt because his skull was so thick. He grabbed my hand and
growled, pushing me to the fur. “Stop!” With one swipe, he ripped
my shirt off and yanked my shorts and panties down. He snagged a
nipple, catching it between his lips. I sprayed him with milk
almost instantly. The fight seemed to drain from me, along with my
bodily fluids. “Oh, Leonard.”

“Porsche…”

My fingers threaded through his thick, silky
fur, holding him to me. “Don’t be mad. You know I love you.”

“I love my Porsche.” His raspy voice quivered
with emotion.

He grasped my breasts and pressed them
together, while both nipples let off thin streams of milk. He held
his mouth open to catch the fluid, enjoying the taste of the
nourishing nectar. I loved the feel of his slightly abrasive tongue
on my flesh; the roughness stirred me, provoking a distracting buzz
in my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him, but he wouldn’t have it.
He licked his way to my tummy, prodding my navel with the tip of
his tongue. Then he slid over my mound and drove between the
swollen folds of my labia to spear me intimately. He growled,
smelling the other ape on me, but continued to thrust deeply. His
tongue twirled around and around and back and forth, which sent
little shivers down my spine. I threaded my fingers into his scalp,
holding him close.

I sighed with pleasure. “Oh, Leonard…Oh,
God…fuck me…” He continued to lave my inner folds, while rubbing
his thumb over my clit. I grasped for him, desperately wanting him
inside of me. “Gimme your cock.” I tumbled to the brink of release.
He seemed to want to take me there. My back arched, and I moaned,
as the first wave crashed, drowning me in mini-convulsions that
shook me to the core. “Oooohhh…God…yes! Oh, fuck yes!”

Happy that I had reached orgasm, he held his
cock, shifting his weight and shuffling on his knees to reach my
face. He wanted me to suck him. The end dripped with fluid and a
musky, tangy scent filled my lungs. I suckled the tip, swallowing
the secretions.

“Good, Porsche,” he rasped. “Good.” The
enormous length of him slid to the back of my throat, gagging me.
Over and over I worked him, licking and sucking. He moaned low and
guttural, while he fucked my mouth, the thickened rod nearly
choking me. “Whhhoooaaarrrr…” he rasped.

The width of him strained my jaw, but I
persevered, wanting to bring him to release. He drove deep and then
moaned, stiffening. He was going to cum in my mouth! Slightly
alarmed because of the sheer volume of spunk, I braced myself. The
end erupted in an endless spray, pouring down my throat and choking
me. I coughed bringing up the milky fluid, as it gushed down the
sides of my face. I swallowed an enormous amount of semen, the
taste salty and tart, filling my belly to capacity.

“Ugh, Jesus,” I muttered. “Leonard!” I
smacked him. “You know I hate that.” He grunted and smiled,
flashing huge teeth. “You little shit.” My stomach churned, and I
prayed it all stayed down. The last time I had swallowed Sasquatch
sperm I had vomited. “God, that’s disgusting.”

He reclined on the pelt, touching my belly,
which was sticky from breast milk and semen. “My Porsche.”

“I better not puke.”

“You stay with Leonard.”

I gazed into his eyes. “Yes. I’ll stay.”

He drew me to him, hugging me. “Whoooaarrrr…”
He smelled of wet fur with more than a hint of musk. We both needed
baths. Nothing was said in those long moments, as my lover held me,
forgiving me for betraying him. His sat up suddenly.

“What are you doing?” Rifling through an old
rucksack, he brought out an object that shone suspiciously like
gold. It looked like a good-sized rock. “What is that?”

“Present for you.”

I held the object, the light from a single
lantern causing the golden hues to sparkle warmly. “Is this
gold?”

He nodded. “Pretty rock.”

I laughed, “Holy Jesus. Pretty rock, my ass.
That’s one hell of a chunk of gold. Where did you get it?”

“The river.”

“Wow.” What was I going to do with this?
“Um…thanks.” He flicked out a tongue licking me. “Stop that.”

A shadow appeared in the doorway.
“Mamma!”

“Hey, baby.”

Lendal scrambled into the hut and sat down
between us. “Mamma, mamma, mamma,” he exclaimed happily. Settling
against me, he attached himself to a boob and suckled.

I lay back and sighed, feeling exhausted, yet
happily so. Perhaps, I could give the gold nugget to my parents the
next time I saw them. It looked violently expensive. Leonard dug
through the bag and brought out another glimmering rock.

“You have more?” He grinned. This one was
even bigger than the first. “Holy shit!” It was odd shaped with
little indentations and bumpy edges. It shone in the lamplight. I
laughed, “I think we can afford to buy better tents.”

Leonard joined us on the pelt, snuggling
closer, his hairy arm covering me. Lendal grunted in protest, his
lips detaching from my nipple briefly, and then he latched on
again, his eyelids fluttering closed.

The End

A preview of
Cum
For The Phantom
by Virginia
Wade

That night, I couldn’t sleep because I
wondered if Erik would appear. Just when my eyes grew heavy and the
noises in the hallway died down, I felt a presence.

“You did a beautiful job today,
Christine.”

I sat up. “I did?”

“I watched you the entire day.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Why can’t I see you?”

“You will soon. We mustn’t turn a light on or
else they’ll think you’re awake and bother you. I want you all to
myself.”

He sat on my bed, and tremors of pleasure
began to tickle me. “Where do you live?”

“Here.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere close. But, that doesn’t matter.
Lie back for me.”

Now the tingles began in earnest. “Are you
going to…touch me like you did last night?”

“Do you want me to?”

It was naughty to admit something like that.
“Y-yes.”

“Good. Then take your nightgown off and
everything else.”

Dutifully, I brought the white cotton garment
over my head and discarded it on the floor. My underwear followed.
I shivered in the cold, grabbing the blanket. Erik dropped his
cloak and slid into bed next to me, drawing me close. His breath
was in my ear. “You’re a willing pupil, Christine.”

“I…should be ashamed.”

“No, not at all. There’s nothing wrong with
this.”

His hands were suddenly everywhere, touching
my breasts, my tummy, and sinking into my creamy snatch. I dripped
with arousal knowing how wonderful it was going to feel having his
finger inside of me. If I had thought tonight would be an exact
replication of last night, I had been mistaken. He separated my
thighs, and, to my mortification, maneuvered himself between my
legs, his breath alarmingly close to my pussy.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, shocked.

“Pleasuring you.”

Then his tongue lapped against me, creating a
wet path of seduction that had my toes curling. “Oh!” I thought his
finger had been wonderful, but now I had to amend that earlier
estimation, because this was positively blissful. He slid up the
length of my slit, coating himself in my juices. The tongue pushing
against my clit had me moaning with pleasure. The intensity of the
feeling caused my head to fall back against the pillow.

“Oh, yes, Erik. Do that.”

His chest rumbled with approval as his tongue
sank in deep, filling my tiny hole with wet goodness. My fingers
drove into the thick strands of his hair, marveling at their
softness.

“Ooohh…yes…”

When I thought I couldn’t take it another
second he said, “Get on your stomach.”

“What?” I sounded breathless.

“Your stomach.”

“Oh.” I turned around and offered him my
firm, enticing bottom. “Like this?”

“Touch yourself. The way I touch you.”

Embarrassed, I groaned into the pillow. “I
can’t.”