Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story (4 page)

A gorgeous looking, dark-haired woman
appeared, holding a small Sasquatch, who I had to admit, looked
adorable. She stopped in her tracks, staring at me. “That’s not
Porsche.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You…must be…her younger sister?” Her mouth
hung open. “W-what are you doing here?”

“I was kidnapped by this moron.” I pointed an
accusing finger at Pooky. “He took me from her house.”

She laughed, “Oh, shit.” Her gaze drifted to
Leonard. “What do you think? She looks a lot like Porsche, doesn’t
she?” He grunted in reply.

“Where’s the phone?” asked Zelda. “I gotta
make a call.”

“I’ll get it,” said Leslie. “A rescue might
be dicey in the winter.”

“Well, they should know where she is at any
rate.”

Leslie dug through a backpack, retrieving a
black and gray phone that lit up green after she pressed a button.
“Gotta go outside for this. Let’s see if Dr. Haynes picks up. I’ll
probably get the answering service.” In a flash of movement, Pookie
jumped to his feet and snatched it from her, flinging the item into
the fire. “You idiot! We need that! Oh, my fucking God.” She
smacked him over the head, and he grunted. “We’re so screwed!” She
hit him again. He didn’t seem to mind the abuse. “I’m so pissed!
What if we have a medical emergency?” The baby cried out,
frightened by his mother’s anger.

“Leslie!” barked Bubba. “You stop the noise!
Come here.”

“He broke the fucking phone.”

I stared into the fire. “So much for that,” I
muttered.

Leslie sat next to the enormous ape, and he
touched her face. “She’s Pooky’s girl. She stay here. She no go
home.”

She glanced at me. “They’ll know where you
are, Lena. Try not to panic. You’re gonna have to sit tight for a
bit. We’re expecting a storm. When it’s over, they’ll send
help.”

I was grabbed and dragged onto Pooky’s lap. I
fought for a moment, but steely arms went around me. Exhausted, I
leaned against him, staring at the fire, feeling a sense of
helplessness. “Whatever.” I sounded defeated.

“These guys aren’t so bad. You might even
like it.” She smiled slightly.

“You and my sister have been
ape-brainwashed.”

“Probably,” she laughed.

Pooky’s nose was in my neck. “Stop that!”

There was a commotion at the back of the
cave, and two more Sasquatches appeared. They each held several
good-sized fish. Zelda stepped forward. “I’ll take those. Thanks,
guys. You wanna help me with dinner, Leslie?”

She handed the baby to Bubba and got to her
feet. “Sure. How about you, Lena? Can you lend a hand?”

The new Sasquatches eyed me with interest. I
pushed against Pooky, freeing myself. “Yes, please. I’d love
to.”

“What size do you wear?” asked Leslie. “You
need boots.”

“A seven and a half.”

“We got some eights. They’re BearPaws.
They’re like UGG’s.”

“I love UGG’s.”

I followed them into the next cavern, where a
rough looking table filled the space. I helped gut the fish, which
was disgusting. There were buckets for washing dishes, clothing,
and composting waste. Crates filled with supplies graced the back
wall. A pile of animal hides gave off a pungent leather smell. The
new boots were a little too big, but they were incredibly
comfortable. Zelda had given me a clean pair of socks. I wore a
gray jacket, which helped ward off the chill. The three of us made
dinner, chatting and laughing. Zelda prepared the rice, and I
seasoned the fish. There were cans of fruit and vegetables, which
had been dropped off by a supply helicopter. The Fallen Institute
made sure the tribe was well taken care of.

When the fish were ready to be grilled, we
brought the food into the communal cavern. Dale and Kat placed the
meat on a metal grate, which sat over the flames. Zelda made a
delicious tasting tea, and I sipped it, sitting with Pooky. He
snored loudly, his belly rising and falling with his breathing. The
grilled fish smelled delicious, making my mouth water. There were
rustic wooden plates and forks. Lendal took his food and scooted
next to me, his thigh touching my leg. He ate, grunting with
approval, enjoying the meal.

Leslie held her baby, the infant suckling
from an exposed nipple. She was incredible looking, with strong
cheekbones and shiny, dark hair that fell to her stomach. Bubba’s
hands rested on her shoulders, where he gently rubbed her. Kat and
Dale sat together, speaking in a strange sounding, guttural
language. They moved their fingers, using a type of sign language.
The vibe was relaxed and pleasant; the apes and humans were content
in each other’s company.

After Lendal had eaten, he lay back and
patted his tummy. “I’m so full,” he said huskily.

“You and Bubba Jr. are taking a bath,” said
Zelda. “Come on squirts. Up you go. Let’s leave the grown-ups to
their fun.”

Leslie got to her feet. “I’m putting Wolfie
down. He’s out. Be back in a sec.”

Pooky had roused from his nap, having slept
through dinner. He sat, and sniffed the air. Then he grabbed me.
“Stop.” I pushed against him.

“Ggrrooaarrr…”

“Looks like you’re dessert,” said Kat, the
female Sasquatch, in a slightly raspy voice.

My stomach dropped.
Oh, no
.

I had a feeling a naughty orgy was about to
commence. Porsche alluded to them, but she hadn’t gone into detail.
Leslie returned and sat between Bubba and Leonard. The older apes
seemed to hold court on the other side of the fire, the smoke from
their pipes drifting to the ceiling. Leonard’s lengthy cock sprung
from tufts of brown fur. I didn’t want to stare at it, but, as
Leslie closed her hand around it, I was hard-pressed to look
away.

Pooky had taken my jacket off. He pulled on
my sweater, and I tried to fight him, but he whipped it over my
head, exposing my bra. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Don’t
touch me!”

“You like me,” he rasped.

I gasped. “I do not. Don’t flatter yourself,
you walking carpet.”

Dale and Kat were kissing, which was
disturbing. Seeing two animals with their tongues in each other’s
mouths was like a circus show on acid.
Disgusting!
I’d have
to go to therapy now, if I ever got out of here. Either that or I
needed to rinse my brain with bleach. This kidnapping had exposed
me to things I just didn’t want to know about.

Pooky unclasped my bra. “What? Oh, come on.
How do you know how to do that?”

“They’re pretty skillful when it comes to
underwear,” murmured Leslie. “And other things.” Bubba’s cock was
in her other hand, and she massaged both, wetting the rounded tips
with clear-like fluid. “These boys are a lot of hard work...” She
bent to lick across the crown of Bubba’s shaft, which produced a
guttural groan from him. The same attention was given to Leonard.
She got on her knees, administering to one and then the other,
while Leonard ran his hand beneath her sweater, feeling her
back.

“Whhooaarrrr…”

I made the mistake of looking in Kat’s
direction, only to find her on her knees with Dale behind her.
“Ugh. That’s gross.” A warm mouth closed around my nipple, sending
a shockwave of sensation into the pit of my stomach, where the
feeling began to buzz. “Don’t!” To add to my dismay, Archie closed
his lips around the other one. Both nipples were suckled, leaving
me tingling all the way to my toes.

Eager hands were on me, unbuttoning my pants,
pulling off my boots, and basically disrobing me in public. The
others were blissfully occupied in their naughty activities; Leslie
had Leonard behind her, bending low to lap at her pussy. My breath
caught in my throat at the sight, imagining how slinky wet
something like that would feel. Pooky’s tongue in mine last night
had been one of the most intense experiences of my life. Now I had
two horny and determined Sasquatches who wanted to get their paws
on me.

“Omigod! Leonard,” uttered Leslie. “That’s so
nice.”

Monsters were fondling me and I
was...enjoying it. How could I ever look at myself in a mirror
again? One set of lips was on my throat, gently sucking at the
skin, while the other was attached to my breast, working the nipple
like a baby drawing out milk. The attention I received was utterly
divine. A hand drifted between my legs.

“Oh, no.” The protest seemed weak.

“Ggggroooaarrr…”

The sound tore through the cave, echoing in
the hollowed space. I didn’t know which creature had made the
utterance, and, perhaps, it didn’t matter. I was pressed to the
pelt, while an abrasive tongue licked my tummy. Archie was between
my legs, nearing his destination, while heated breath fanned out
over me.

“Oh, no…you shouldn’t. Really…Oh…sh—”

Pooky pressed his cock to my mouth, which was
a surprise. Wetness dripped down the side of my face. I didn’t want
to, but I flicked my tongue out licking it. Perhaps, it was an
unconscious response. He knelt close, holding himself over my face,
waiting for me to suck him.

“Dale!” shouted Kat. “Ooohh…more! Do it
more!”

The sounds of sex came from every direction.
Through a haze of marijuana smoke and the crackling of a fire,
creatures were engaged in carnal activity. Leslie had Leonard
behind her, gripping her hips and plunging with solid thrusts. The
entire length of him wasn’t able to penetrate her, but a good
portion worked its magic. She certainly didn’t seem to mind at all.
Bubba reclined, with the pipe hanging out of his mouth, while his
woman serviced him, sucking his cock thoroughly. Grunts and moans
permeated my brain, drowning out the voice of reason that told me
that this was disgusting and shameful. What was happening was
primitive and natural, a practice the Sasquatches had engaged in
since the dawn of time.

Archie slid his tongue from my needy portal
all the way to my clit, stopping to flick at the little nub, which
had swollen substantially. I moaned with Pooky’s cock in my mouth,
astounded at how good it felt. He dipped into my wetness again,
only to tease it briefly, laving his way to my nub. Over and over
he worked me, never once entering more than the tip of his tongue.
This, in combination with the penis in my mouth, sent lustful
spasms into my tummy, forcing the muscles to contract and release.
My body knew what was coming, my mind could process that he would
enter me fully at any second, and the anticipation had me thrusting
my pelvis off the floor, wanting it to happen, needing it right
now! Sensing the gravity of the situation, he gave me every inch of
his thick, roughly textured tongue, plunging it in so deeply, I
could feel it wigging in my tummy.

“Oommm…”

I moaned with Pooky in my mouth. I had
swallowed a copious amount of pre-cum, the salty concoction running
down my throat. I didn’t seem to mind at all when he pushed a
little harder, driving in more of the shaft. The tongue in my cunt
had me squirming on the pelt, grasping at the ape’s scalp, feeling
the rough and soft strands of his fur. He seized my thighs, lifting
them, pushing against the backs of them to expose me thoroughly.
Whatever embarrassment I would have felt melted, when he plundered
my honey walls. His saliva dribbled down my buttcrack, while he
worked me ruthlessly.

“Oh, my God!” I had no idea what the others
were doing, and I didn’t care. Beastly roars were punctuated by
moans and screams, but it didn’t matter. I was lost in lust.
“Nooo…ooohhh…nooo…”

Pooky pulled himself free, splashing my face
with clear juice. He said something to Archie in a language I
didn’t understand. He removed himself, leaving a drenching wetness.
Pooky grabbed me, forcing me to straddle him. I grasped clumps of
silky-rough fur that coated his abdomen and held on for dear life.
He entered me with one push; his cock stretched the walls of my
pussy wide.

“Oh, shit!”

He commandeered my hips, moving me over him
in a rhythmic fashion, while his thumb grazed my clit. Not to be
left out, Archie spread apart my cheeks, exposing the tiny hole of
my anus. If I hadn’t been so thoroughly seduced, I might have felt
a twinge of fear at what this Bigfoot intended. As it was, a
substantial orgasm threatened, the pleasurable edges closing in
from a short distance. The naughty ape ran his tongue over the
bumpy ridges of my butt, making me gasp.

“What the hell!”

“They like anal sex,” said Leslie. “You’ll
get used to it.”

“Y…you guys are crazy!” I sounded breathless,
but something wicked was happening to me. It had felt so good
having a finger in my bottom last night. It was strange at first,
and entirely invasive, but the orgasm had been shattering. “Oh,
my…holy…shit!” His finger toyed at the entrance. I felt fluid on my
back, and, glancing over my shoulder, I saw Archie holding himself,
dripping pre-cum for lubrication. He pushed his cock against the
outer ring of my muscles. “Oh, ouch! No! Oh, no. You fucking beasts
are crazy.” I could barely accommodate the one in my pussy. They
would rip me in half!

“Whooaarrr…”

It was Porsche’s lover, finding fulfillment
in Leslie. I didn’t even want to look at them. I was too wrapped up
in what was happening to me, as the expansive tip of a huge phallus
gently opened the constricted bands of my anus. I gasped in the
agony and the ecstasy of the ordeal, burying my face in Pooky’s
neck.

“Omigod…omigod…ooohh…shit…”

The sensation was incredible, as I withstood
being penetrated by two horny beasts. Pooky worked me from below,
driving in as deep as he could. There was hardly any room for his
cock, especially with Archie’s fighting its way in. I had never
felt anything like it before in my entire life. I thought I would
scream in pain, but he eased in ever so slightly, pushing and
retreating slowly, lubricating me with pre-cum. The orgasm that had
been threatening receded for the moment, but it still hung around
the edges, waiting to unleash its blissful rage.