Cum For Bigfoot 9
By Virginia Wade
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Chapter One
I had given birth to Daisy three months ago in our winter cave in a lowland valley of the Cascades. Expecting a hairy Bigfoot baby, we had all been shocked when a smooth, pink, bundle of joy had arrived. Leonard had taken the birth poorly by howling his anger, the sound reverberating and scaring bats out of nooks and crannies. He had been angrier than I had ever seen him, and I was to blame for this emotion. I had slept with Mike, a sexy forest ranger. I had betrayed him.
Now I was living with the consequences. I had tried not to let Leonard’s cold indifference bother me. Even though I was hardly sleeping because Daisy was so demanding, I did everything I could to make it up to my partner. I let him take me whenever he wanted, although now, sex was a perfunctory event, quick and empty, rather than two beings connecting on a deeper level. He would drive his cock in and rut for a few minutes, satisfying only himself. I would be left feeling used and unwanted. Luckily, Rusty and Dale were more than happy to see to my pleasure, but it stung that my lover didn’t care anymore.
I had taken to seeking refuge in a hidden glen, sitting between two boulders on a bed of sweetgrass. This had been my sanctuary, and I found myself here once a day, indulging in my latest passion: crying. I sat with my knees up, my arms wrapped around my legs and my face wet with tears. I’d never been so unhappy in my life, and I wondered at the sadness that seemed to have her claws in me. Every day I woke with a feeling of grief, and the struggle was getting through the long hours of morning. If I could feed my baby, change her, and help Leslie and Zelda make breakfast, then half of the ordeal was over. My mood would begin to improve by the afternoon, but the melancholy would linger, never fully going away.
“It’s your own fault, Porsche,” I whispered to myself.
Not only was my emotional health a worry, but I feared for Daisy. Leonard refused to bond with the baby. He would growl whenever she was near and glare at the helpless infant. She would sleep with Leslie, because Bubba didn’t mind the human baby, but, in the morning, I’d take her, and the unpleasant growling would begin again. I worried Leonard would hurt her or worse. I was seeing a side of the Sasquatch that I didn’t like, and I wondered how much longer he was going to be like this.
A twig snapping brought my head up. It was Dale. The hulking Sasquatch had sniffed me out, no doubt, wondering where I had gone. He jumped between the boulders and sat next to me, drawing me onto his lap.
“Don’t cry, Porsche,” he rasped. “You cry too much.”
I wrapped my arms around his furry neck, smelling the distinct aroma of Sasquatch, a combination of musky hide, with slightly pungent undertones. “I’m not crying.” I sniffed.
“You cry. Don’t lie.”
“Everybody hates me.”
His arm tightened around my back. “No. Only Leonard.” That announcement did not make me feel any better, and fresh tears emerged. “You so sad, Porsche. You cry all the time.”
“I can’t help it.” I didn’t want to be like this. I didn’t want to wake up every day feeling like someone I loved had just died.
His lips brushed my neck. “Leonard’s angry now. He won’t be angry forever. You be patient.”
“He’s been mad for three months.”
“He’s stubborn.”
It was comforting being in Dale’s arms. I never lacked for Sasquatch companionship, because my boys were always near and waiting for the slightest indication that sex might happen. These creatures were the horniest of the animal kingdom, always eager and ready for intercourse, and they certainly weren’t slouches in this department. Lately, having sex was a temporary reprieve from my depression, and everything was always better after an orgasm. Dale, intuitive as ever, sensed this change in me, his lips nipping at the skin on my neck, leaving moist patches. The apes had spent the morning digging out a new latrine, and Lendal and Bubba Jr. were on berry patrol, picking the fruit for dinner. My chores were done for the day, besides helping to make supper.
“You better, Porsche?” he rasped.
“Maybe.” It felt wonderful to have him near. When Leonard wouldn’t hold me anymore, at least Dale hadn’t abandoned me.
He grasped my dress, struggling to lift the garment over my head. My breasts, which bulged with milk, were even bigger now, although my tummy was a mess. After having had two babies, the skin was slack. I looked ugly and disfigured. Stretch marks ran from my hips to my inner thighs. I even had stretch marks around my breasts, some looking like thick, purple slashes. Thank God there weren’t any mirrors out here! I tried not to look at myself anymore, feeling deformed and disgusting. I hadn’t managed to lose the baby weight either, and I was always sluggish and tired.
“You pretty, Porsche.”
This brought tears to my eyes. “No. Not really.”
He held my face, his look filled with sympathy. “You beautiful.” His finger brushed my cheek. “Pretty girl.”
“I-I’m a mess.”
He cocked his head to the side. “No. You’re my pretty Porsche. I’m kissing you now, and you’ll stop crying.”
“Oh, Dale…” He was such a sweetheart.
His lips closed over mine, his tongue sliding past my lips. I sighed, giving in to the pleasure of being in the arms of a hairy lover. I could forget all my troubles for a while and let my body enjoy the sensations Dale provoked. His fingers pressed into the muscles on my back, kneading away the tension. A long pink cock had emerged from tufts of matted fur. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling wetness.
“Ggrrroooaarrr…”
He shifted suddenly, pressing me to the grass, where his mouth trapped a nipple, hardening the bud to a stiff nub, which began to leak milk instantly. I threaded my fingers through the fur on his scalp, feeling beastly perspiration. The heat of summer bore down on us, the weather hotter than I could remember, necessitating many dips in the river to cool off.
His aggressive sucking released my milk, thin streams squirting him in the face. He held open his mouth, grinning like a lunatic to catch it. “Oh, Dale. Stop being silly.” Laughter rumbled deep in his chest.
“Milky Porsche.”
“Stop that!”
He pressed my breasts together, the globes crushed and squirting. Both nipples were in his mouth, as milk began to dribble out of the sides of his li
ps. He licked his way to my tummy, lapping up milk. My hands settled on top of his head, knowing where he was heading. I sighed, arching my back, as his tongue slid over my pussy.
“Oh, Dale…”
His probing led him deep into my opening, massaging and thrilling me. The tongue wiggled and rotated, rubbing against something utterly stimulating. I thrust my hips up to take more of him, his nose pressing into my clitoris. A series of tingles began to pulse and vibrate, the sensations centering in my lower anatomy.
“Oh, my God. That’s so good.”
“Rrrrrrr…” he rumbled deep in his chest.
His tongue continued to thrust, producing copious amounts of saliva that dribbled down my buttcrack. I grabbed for him. “Just fuck me, Dale! I need you.”
The hasty removal of his tongue was followed by something incredibly rewarding, the feel of a thick, spongy shaft, the tip wide and scrumptious. He pressed himself to me, sinking.
“Ooohhh…Dale…”
“Whoooaarrrr…”
“Do it! Don’t hold back. Fuck me hard.” I was close to release, his tongue having been thoroughly stimulating. The muscles in my pussy contracted, throbbing around the object that violated me. “Oh, my God! Yes!”
“Good, Porsche. Good,” he rasped, his black eyes glinting sensually.
He didn’t even have to touch my clit to fling me over the edge. The sheer size of that phallus managed to massage every bit of me. I grasped for his hips, my fingers clinging to fur, while he thrust, knocking on the door of my womb.
“Ooohhh…Dale! Oh, fuck! I’m coming so hard!” I tossed my head back, biting my lip, groaning, and sounding like a wounded animal. I shuddered, by boobs jiggling uncontrollably. The orgasm had been intense, leaving me completely exhausted. “Oh, Jesus, wow…”
“Ggrrooaarrr…”
He slid free and lifted my legs, pushing against the back of my thighs, exposing my little bumhole. “What are you doing?” His tongue slid over my puckered skin. “Oh, Dale, no.” He wanted to take me anally. I loved the way their tongues felt on my sensitive skin, the heat of their breath, and the wetness of saliva opening up the tight bands. “You dirty boy.”
“Good ass. Good.”
He drove deep, opening me further. Inklings of discomfort registered, but they soon diminished, as he worked his magic. I was relaxed, feeling satiated, yet…it was possible to orgasm again. His tongue plunged, wetting me, preparing me for his cock. I slid my hand to my nub and rubbed, feeling the creamy residue of my earlier secretions.
“Nice and ready,” he grunted. He shifted, pressing the head inward. I was soaking wet now, and as he pushed, pain flared. I moaned, knowing it would only hurt for a moment. Fully embedded, the sensation would be incredible. He sank, opening me up to incredible breadths.
“Oh, shit!”
“Gggrrroooaaarrr…”
He reamed me, plunging deep, his balls smacking my ass. Animalistic grunts drifted into the forest, as my grizzled lover used my anus for his own pleasure. Strong hands grasped my calves, lifting my legs higher, allowing for even better access. The pressure this created had me panting, my breaths were shallow and gasping. I manipulated my clit, rubbing it vigorously, encouraging the little nub to find bliss again. Dale suddenly slid free, grasping me, turning me around. I was on my hands and knees facing away from him. He separated my cheeks, inserting his tongue, as hot Sasquatch breath fanned out over me.
“Oh, God! What’s gotten into you today?” He thrust aggressively, wetting me thoroughly. Then I felt him at my entrance, opening me wide. “Ouch!” He slid deep with one push.
His raspy grunting gave away his enjoyment of the act. “Good, Porsche. Good!” The plunges were sharp and deep, the tempo increasing. I clutched the grass, holding on, as the beast ravaged me.
“Omigod!” Because of the extraordinary pressure, I didn’t need to touch myself to know I would orgasm again. With every punishing thrust, my pussy contracted, reveling in the abuse and inching towards oblivion by the second.
“Porsche! Good! Good!” He plunged, stiffening, as a deluge of semen sprayed, filling me to overflowing with musky Sasquatch jizz. “Gggrroooaaarrr!”
“Oh, God, Dale…” His cock was still stiff, and he worked it in and out, letting me achieve the release my body sought. I bore down on him, squeezing the shaft with taught muscles.
“Good…good…my Porsche…”
I mumbled something incoherent, my brain having turned to mush. I shuddered then, gasping, as my lower anatomy contracted. The climax ripped through me, scorching my nerve endings and leaving me trembling with hundreds of mini convulsions. “Oh, FUCK!”
There was dirt under my fingernails from digging into the earth during that moment of shattering pleasure. This sensual diversion was just what I needed to dispel the feelings of hopelessness and depression. As I collapsed to the ground, my chest heaving, I closed my eyes and savored the tiny aftershocks.
Chapter Two
Dale and I strolled back to camp, hand in hand. My Sasquatch lover had made me feel so much better, the orgasms lifting my mood. Rusty and Lendal were playing with Lendal’s growing car collection. Leslie and Zelda sat together, pulling the feathers out of chickens.
“Hey, guys. How’s Daisy?”
“She’s sleeping with Wolfie,” said Leslie. She had given birth to her own Sasquatch baby shortly after I had Daisy. “I put her down about ten minutes ago.”
“Thanks. What are you making?”
“Fish and chicken stir-fry. Bubba’s catching salmon.”
“That sounds good.” My tummy grumbled. “I’ll go check on Daisy.” There were several Bigfoots napping under a tree. We’d wintered with newcomers, giving them shelter and letting them partake in our orgies, which were always entertaining. The shelter was no more than woven sticks with a tarp thrown on top to block the rain. Our winter cave was luxurious compared to our summer accommodations. I ducked and crawled towards the bundle beneath the blanket. Something looked odd, and I moved the material aside, revealing nothing. “Daisy?” I glanced under a pelt, finding empty space. “Daisy?” Panic propelled me to toss aside every item I could find. “DAISY!” I rushed from the shelter, sprinting towards the fire. “Where is she?”
“I put her down, Porsche. She’s fine,” said Leslie.
“No she’s not! She’s not in the shelter!” She couldn’t crawl yet. She couldn’t sit up. She was entirely helpless. Fear unlike anything I had ever known had my heart pounding in my chest. “Where’s Leonard? What did he do to Daisy?”
“Calm the fuck down, Porsche. You’re totally overreacting.” Leslie’s hands went to her hips. “She’s just fine. Maybe he’s washing her off in the hot spring.”
“He’s going to drown her!” I took off, like a shot, my bare feet slamming into the ground. Leonard had resented the infant since the day she was born. He growled at her whenever she was near, and he refused to hold her. He refused to sleep with her in our shelter. He wouldn’t even look at her. Tears blinded me, as the ends of branches smacked my face. I stepped on sharp rocks and pinecones, the bottoms of my feet stinging in pain. “Leonard! Don’t you hurt her!”
Whenever possible, the apes made camp near their favorite bathing spots. They instinctively knew where the hot tubs were, preferring to clean up in them rather than the freezing rivers. I wound my way through a thin path, the trees towering over me. I burst through the foliage, arriving at my destination, seeing the back of an ape, waist-deep in water. I stopped short, my feet skidding to an abrupt halt. Was I too late? Had he killed Daisy? I struggled to breathe, my heart hammering in my chest. I would never, ever forgive him if he harmed that baby.
Leonard held something before him, the sound of purring reaching my ears. The Sasquatches only purred when they felt affection and love. Confused and anxious beyond measure, I wiped my face, driving away tears that refused to stop. I grasped a tree for support, feeling the rough, abrasive bark. Leonard shifted slightly, allowing me to see what he was do
ing. I gasped. He held Daisy, the baby being gently brought through the water. She thrust her little arms out, her hands in playful fists, smacking the water. Chubby legs kicked, as she cooed happily. The sight of something that small in the clutches of an eight-foot beast was as breathtaking as it was frightening. I had thought the worst. I thought he’d drowned her. My fears had not been realized, thank God. He had taken the baby for a swim. This had been the first time he had even touched Daisy. His low, raspy purring brought a flood of tears to my eyes. Had he finally accepted Daisy?
He knew I was there. He could smell me. Turning, he held her, while staring at me. She continued to kick, her arms and legs making tiny splashes. I thought he would growl, or tell me to go. Instead, he gently began to move Daisy through the water, dunking her under to her chin and then lifting her out. I was rooted to the spot, confusion and uncertainty holding me hostage. Should I get in the water or head back to camp?
Leslie came up behind me. “Well, look at that.”
“I was so worried.”
“You’re a freaking mess, Porsche. You gotta chill out. He’s not hurting that baby. It just took him a while to warm up to her, is all. Now look at them.”
“He hates Daisy.”
“Not anymore.”
“Wouldn’t you be upset if your kid was missing?”
“Of course.” She stared at me. “But you know Leonard would never hurt her. He’s not that kind of ape. You’re so emotional. I hope Dr. Haynes shows up soon. He needs to check you out. You need drugs or something. Maybe happy pills.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Something’s bugging you bad. Is it Mike?”
I sniffed. “No.” This was a lie, but I couldn’t tell the truth, because I didn’t know what the truth was. A part of me missed the affection of a mate, because Leonard refused to love me right now, and another part of me wanted to see the handsome forest ranger again. The longer Leonard ignored me, the more I thought about Mike. I didn’t even know if he would arrive with the scientists. I had no way to contact them, because Lendal had broken the satellite phone. Mike wasn’t even aware that he had a daughter, and I was not looking forward to facing that particular drama yet.
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