Cum For Bigfoot 13

by Virginia Wade

  “We come back!”

  “Are you alone?” Bubba Jr. appeared a moment later; his fur was coated in snow, which had stuck to him in clumps. “Where’s your daddy—” The wail of a Sasquatch cut the air like a knife. Leslie jumped to her feet, and Leonard opened his eyes.

  “That has to be Kat,” said Leslie. “She found Archie. She’s grieving because he’s gone.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Was she his mother?” asked Nick.

  “Yeah.”

  “Hey!” called a female voice. “Where are you?” It was Zelda.

  “We’re in here!” I shouted. Lendal bounded out of the room, presumably to get her. She appeared a moment later, with a large backpack strapped around her shoulders. Her feet were incased in boots, and she was bundled up from head to foot in winter gear.

  “How are you guys?” She dropped her things, undressing. “Damn it’s hot. Who’s that?”

  “One of the bad guys,” said Leslie.

  “How’s Leonard?”

  “Not good,” I said. “He took a bullet. Leslie couldn’t get it out. How’s Pooky? Is he okay?”

  “Oh, yeah. He healed up nicely. They’re outside burying Archie and Tate. Kat’s all torn up about Archie. She’s devastated.”

  “You missed all the excitement,” grumbled Leslie. “We were attacked by a dozen men with guns. A helicopter dropped them off. The apes killed most of them.”

  “That’s it for us. We’re finished.” Her look was grim.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  She eyed me. “This is gonna get blown wide open now. There’s been too much carnage. There’s no way to keep it quiet. The government won’t be able to put a lid on it. I’m gonna make a call.”

  “Don’t bother. I already talked to Dr. Haynes using this guy’s phone. They’re on the way, but the weather’s moving in.”

  “It’s gotten worse just the last hour.”

  “Where were you guys?” I asked.

  “In a shelter, but it was hardly sufficient.” She glanced at her surroundings. “It’s so warm here. I can’t get over it. Like a oasis in the middle of a frozen wasteland.” Her attention fell to Leonard, who lay unmoving on the grass. “I gotta take care of that boy. He’s looking bad. Porsche would never forgive me, if he died.”

  “What can we do to help?” asked Leslie.

  “Boil some water. I gotta get that bullet out.”

  We worked on Leonard, who had fallen asleep. Zelda cleaned the wound and dug out the bullet, which had embedded in fatty tissue. Once he had been sutured and bandaged, she gave him a shot of antibiotics, via a hypodermic needle. By the time the fire had been lit, Lendal and Bubba Jr. returned with a bundle of fish, which they had caught in the river from the gorge on the other side of the mountain. The boys had gutted them; the fillets were ready for grilling.

  Kat’s intermittent howls rang out, echoing from a distance. She continued to grieve the death of her son. It was disheartening to hear, because the pain in her voice was a reminder of all that we had lost to the ruthless Bigfoot hunters. Nick lay on the grass with his head propped up on his backpack.

  “What’s up with that guy?” asked Zelda.

  “He’s one of the GrabBear people,” I said. “He broke some ribs.”

  “Lemme have a look.” He eyed her approach, his expression remaining neutral. “This is gonna hurt you way more than me.”

  “No doubt.”

  She felt his chest, while he grimaced. “Does it hurt to breathe?”

  “Yes.”

  “How about here?”

  “Ouch.”

  “Here?”

  “Not as bad.”

  “You got one broken for sure, but the others might be bruised.”

  “Shouldn’t we wrap them?”

  “No. We don’t wanna constrict your lungs. That could lead to pneumonia. I’ve got some aspirin. It’ll help with the swelling. I might have some painkillers. Let me see.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re an English guy, huh?”

  “Yes, but please don’t hold it against me.” His grin was lopsided.

  “You should’ve known better to come out here and attack us.”

  “That was never the plan. We only wanted a live specimen.”

  As if on cue, Wolfie crawled onto his stomach, which made Nick groan. The little ape squealed for attention, grunting and gesturing, requiring Nick to scratch the back of his head. His protests silenced, as he purred nosily.

  “You’re doing a great job babysitting,” quipped Zelda. “Keep up the good work.” She dug through her supplies. “Try not to cough, if you can. No rough movements. Keep as still as possible, all right?”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “It hurts like hell, doesn’t it?”

  “Indeed.”

  After the fish had been grilled, Bubba, Kat, and Dale appeared, their fur dripping with wetness. They had bathed after being outside. Dale and Kat sat together, with his arm around her shoulders. The female ape seemed traumatized; her eyes were glistening. Nick gazed at her with interest. Kat was the only female Sasquatch for hundreds of miles, as they were rare.

  Pooky appeared a moment later, and he sniffed, his senses finding me instantly. I sat with Leslie, who was feeding Wolfie. The ape that had kidnapped me bounded over, his black eyes glinting. He fell to the grass, dragging me onto his lap.

  Oh, Good Lord! His face was in my neck, his tongue flicking across my skin. “Lena! My Lena!”

  “Stop that!” I pushed against him, but he held me close, determined to sniff me all over, which was bizarre. “Well, he sure is better.”

  “Yeah, he recovered right after the first dose of antibiotics,” said Zelda.

  “They had said there was a female, but to actually see one is astonishing,” murmured Nick.

  “If she had been here last night, your guys could’ve killed her too,” grumbled Leslie. “Nice thought, huh?”

  He remained quiet after that statement, the ugly truth hanging heavily in the air. Pooky was incorrigible; the ape was so happy to see me; his cock was rigid beneath my butt. The ragged refrains of his breathing filled my ears, while he nuzzled and nipped at me. I knew exactly how I would spend my evening…pleasuring an incredibly horny beast, and as soon as we had eaten, he lifted me in his arms, striding from the cavern.

  “Have fun, lovebirds,” giggled Zelda.

  “You bums! Won’t anybody save me?”

  “You’ll enjoy every second of it,” laughed Leslie. “Don’t even pretend you won’t.”

  Leonard was in no position to fight for me, since he was sick and sleeping. Bubba had a pipe hanging from his mouth, his posture was hunched, and he looked exhausted. Digging out a grave in the middle of winter was an extraordinary feat, and it had tired Dale and Kate as well, but Pooky seemed fully energized and ready to celebrate our reunion.

  He took me to the next chamber, where the dim glow from beneath the water was the only light in the room. The humidity was considerable, and I stripped out of my clothing quickly, while Pooky jumped in. The bottom was shallow and deep in parts; the Sasquatch stood in the middle, where his shoulders were above the waterline.

  “Ggrrooaarrr…”

  When I had first been kidnapped, he had been frightening, and I had been terrified of what he would do to me, but I had learned quickly that he was a lover, not a fighter, as were most of this tribe of Sasquatches. Leslie had explained that there were other, less friendly clans, like the stiyaha or the skoocooms, which were said to be cannibalistic, but these Ts”emekwes were a breed apart and entirely devoted to the ladies, whom they loved and respected.

  I sat on the edge of warm rock and slid into the heated water. There were particles of twigs and dirt floating from an earlier bath, and I sliced my arm over the surface to move the debris to the edges of the pool.

  “Good water,” Pooky rasped, his black eyes glinting.

  “It is.” I went under, emerging with wet hair
. “Did you miss me?” He nodded vigorously.

  “What did you miss the most?”

  “Pretty pussy.”

  “Oh, my God! You total horndog!”

  “Pooky love pussy.” I playfully splashed water his way, and he grinned looking almost comical, exposing oversized teeth. “Whooaarrr…”

  Staying in the wilderness was not an option for me. I knew I would return home soon, but I would miss these crazy, horny antics. The tribe was more fun than any friends I had ever had. Being with them was more entertaining than a girl’s sleepover or a trip to an amusement park. When I returned to the “real world” I would have to keep my adventures a secret, but a part of me would miss all of this. I hadn’t really suffered with the creatures, although an arrow could have killed me during Operation GrabBear. They had kept me warm and fed. They had taken care of me, and, even Lendal and Bubba Jr., who were so young, still knew how to fish and build shelters and take care of themselves. Porsche would be so proud of her little boy. I’d miss Wolfie too. He was an adorable little teddy bear, and he would grow just as quickly as Lendal had.

  Pooky held out his arms. “Lena.”

  I swam to him, knowing that for tonight, I would give myself to my kidnapper. He could have me in any way he wanted. This naughty thought sent a rush of heat through me that had nothing to do with the hot spring.

  Chapter Seven

  Pooky grabbed me; his nose was in my neck. “Pretty Lena.”

  I grasped at his broad shoulders, my fingers sinking into wet fur. “You’re such a dirty boy.” Understanding me perfectly, he grinned. “What do you have in mind?”

  He swam with me, taking me to the other end, where there was an underwater bridge connecting the cavern to a short tunnel, leading to an exit. “Come with me.”

  “Where?”

  “Under water.”

  “You mean to the other side?” He nodded. “I’m not a good swimmer.”

  “Pooky take you. You hold your breath. Ready?”

  A rush of excitement sent my heart racing. “I was wondering where it went. I didn’t have the guts to go through it myself.”

  “We go.”

  “Okay.”

  He held me tightly. “You breathe now, Lena. Hold it good.”

  “Ready.”

  “One, two, three, go!”

  He dragged me under, while I opened my eyes seeing gray rock. The Sasquatch was remarkably adept at swimming, considering the sheer mass that was his eight-foot tall frame. Within seconds we emerged into freezing air, although we were warm under the water. We floated in an outdoor pool surrounded by the mountain. There was a gap to one side, where I assumed they went to fish. The glowing ball of the moon hung overhead, which reflected off the snow and created a fair amount of muted light. Several pine trees were coated in snow, and it fell around us, melting the instant the flakes hit the water.

  “This is really cool.”

  “Good cave. Perfect cave.”

  “You might have to use this one every winter instead of the other one.”

  He nodded, reaching for me. “Pretty girl and pretty cave.”

  “Oh, Pooky.”

  “Grrooaarrr…”

  He held my face, kissing me, his glossy black lips sliding over mine. I closed my eyes, enjoying the gentleness of his approach and setting aside the fact that I was actually kissing a Sasquatch. Besides the furry quality of his cheeks, it felt just like a regular kiss, although his tongue was amazingly long and thick. His arms closed around my back, drawing me nearer, as his cock pressed into my pussy. We remained entwined like this for long minutes, our tongues meeting and thrusting.

  A gust of wind blew in a shower of snow. The top of my head felt cold. “We should go back.”

  “Hold your breath, Lena,” he rasped.

  “Okay. Ready.”

  He grasped me, dragging me under, as we darted through the tunnel that emerged into the heated chamber. “Better?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He lifted me from the water, setting me on the rocky edge; my legs were pointed in his direction. “Pretty pussy.”

  “Pooky!”

  “Pooky hungry,” he growled. His eyes twinkled mischievously.

  Just thinking about that long, slinky tongue was enough to make me shiver. I laid back, offering myself to him while he separated my thighs. His heated breath hovered over my mound, while the tip of his tongue touched me. The wetness of the treatment was bliss, and, once he had begun to move in earnest, he pushed against the nub of my clit. He drove inward then, spearing me with every inch of his flesh, while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His thumb drew circles around my clitoris at the same time. These apes knew exactly how to please a woman. Buried to the hilt, he rubbed against something incredibly stimulating.

  “Ooohh…Pooky…”

  I grasped at his scalp, feeling matted and silky fur, while thrusting my butt off the rock, wanting him to fuck me deeper. His face was hidden in my pussy, his eyes were closed, and that tongue continued to prod against my G-spot with almost laser accuracy.

  “Oh, my…ooohhh…”

  He wouldn’t let up for a second, which was astonishing, and, as he continued to lave, I felt the impending orgasm gathering up the energy to overwhelm me. He seemed to want this to happen because he was determined to pleasure me to bliss, sliding in ever deeper, encouraging a sensual response from my womanhood. I flung my head back, hitting the rock.

  “Ouch! Oh, fuck! Omigod! Pooky!”

  I was done for. My entire body strained, my hips thrusting upwards, and my head throbbed from the injury it had sustained, but the pleasure made the pain worth it. The most enormous orgasm ripped through my system, as I convulsed helplessly, my breasts jiggling from the violent thrashing of my body.

  “Ooohhh…”

  Waves of heavenly torment continued, while my ears rang. I slowly descended from the erotic pinnacle, my body buzzing with the aftereffects.

  “Good, Lena.”

  “Oh, no…Pooky is the good one. Oh, wow.”

  “You like my tongue?”

  I glanced at him. “Yes.”

  He climbed out of the water, fluid pouring from his pelt. His cock was fully extended, thrusting out before him. He shook himself like a dog after a bath, a shower of water flung into the air. His formidable looking penis was in his hands; the rounded tip massaged expertly. It was always mildly shocking to see their anatomy entirely erect, mostly because the length and thickness was impressive.

  He sat next to me, his eyes glinting in a lustful light. “A present for Lena.” He grinned broadly.

  It was impossible not to be charmed by this creature, even if I wanted to hate him for dragging me away from civilization. “What do you want me to do with it?”

  His smile was even bigger now. “Suck Pooky.”

  “Oh, I bet.” He grunted enthusiastically, lying on his back, while holding his cock. The object looked like a rocket. “It sure is big.”

  “Gggrroooaaaarrr…”

  “Oh, okay. I guess I could suck it…a little.”

  If my friends could only see me now…

  A thin stream of clear fluid ran down the sides, gathering in his fur, while the shaft throbbed and jerked. I closed my lips over the tip, sucking gently. He tasted incredibly salty, with a hint of musk. Leaning over him, I worked in earnest, taking it as far into my mouth as I could without choking. He groaned from the treatment, his belly rising and falling with each breath. I nibbled around the edges, while his grunts of satisfaction echoed.

  “Good…good…good, Lena.”

  I ate him leisurely, alternating between sucking and licking, but always manipulating him either with my hands or tongue or lips. For variety, I grasped his balls; the heavy sacs were filled to the brim with seminal fluid. They were surprisingly pink and hairless. When he wasn’t aroused, they retreated into his fur, hiding. I licked them, wetting the flesh, but there was no way I could cram even one into my mouth. They were far too big.


  “Grrrrrr…”

  His hand was on my back, while he purred, the sound repetitive and rumbling, as it resonated in the hollow chamber. He roamed over me, sliding past my buttocks and dipping into my moist thatch. A long finger began to stroke, slicing through my drenched pussy and inflaming me yet again. While I sucked his cock, his finger rubbed, twisting and wiggling enticingly.

  “Oh, Pooky…”

  He grasped me suddenly. “I want Lena!”

  I found myself before him on my knees, which wasn’t the most comfortable position considering we were on solid rock, but I could ignore it for the moment. What he was about to do to me would be worth the discomfort. He rubbed the tip of himself against my opening, drenching me with pre-cum. The sensation of something so large was incredible, and knowing that he would thrust inside at any moment left me breathless with anticipation.

  “Oh…God…do it. Just do it!”

  “Gggrrroooaarrr…

  He breached me gently, only the rounded tip sinking. Just as suddenly as he had entered, he withdrew to rub the length across my aching slit. He brushed my clit repeatedly, and then he sank again, filling me completely.

  “God! You’re so good at this.”

  “Good…good pussy,” he rasped.

  All twelve inches would never fit, but a solid nine would have me screaming with orgasm shortly. I moaned, as he worked me, sliding easily in and out, pleasuring us both. His raspy breathing resonated, the sound primal, guttural, the elucidation of animal sex. I withstood each silken plunge, lifting my hips to take him even deeper, feeling his cock nearly in my stomach.

  “Ooohhh…”

  I braced myself the best I could; the palms of my hands were sweaty upon the heated rock, while perspiration fell from my face. Pooky had to be sweltering under all that fur, but he continued to work us; the slow build of a shattering climax had already taken root. My tummy tingled, my pussy buzzing with pleasure, while he thrust vigorously, rasping, groaning, and straining for release.

  “Oh! Shit! Pookie!” I hadn’t meant to come so soon, but I was hardly in control. My muscles compressed around him, feeling the thickness of his shaft and milking every ounce of pleasure I could. “Ooohhh…” I shuddered, gasping for breath and drowning in repletion.