Cum For Bigfoot 15 (2 page)

“My thing?” he laughed.

“You know what.”

“Honey, if you can’t say it, you
can’t have it.”

“
Ouf
! Stop
that.
Gimme
that cock.”

“That’s better.”

My need drove me to my knees, while
my tummy hung beneath me and my breasts dangled. I crawled over him, gazing
upon his pleasing features, while my fingers wrapped around his penis. “You’re
very hard tonight.”

“I’m hard for you every night.”

My thumb toyed with his crown,
feeling wetness. “This is nice.”

“It sure is.”

“I should have a taste.”

“I highly recommend it.”

Settling in, I gazed at the object in
my hands, seeing a solid-looking shaft laced with veins. It wasn’t nearly as
long or as thick as a Sasquatches’, but considering my condition, this was a
relief. I would enjoy every inch of him nonetheless, and, as I ran my tongue
across the tip, he groaned raggedly.

“Oh, Porsche…”

He smelled lightly musky, his member
jerking somewhat, but I stilled him by sucking forcefully then, his hand
resting on my shoulder. Bringing him to the back of my throat, I met up with
his mound, which was scattered with curly, dark hair.

“Oh…honey…that’s nice.”

With each suck, my pussy contracted,
the sensations distracting. I longed to have the length of him inside of me,
but I had to be sure he was entirely ready. Therefore, I grasped his balls,
pulling them out and sucking each in turn. I left them dripping wet, while I
licked my way up the side of his shaft.

“Oh, Jesus…”

“You should do me now,” I murmured.

“How do you want it?”

“Just like this.” I moved towards
him, presenting my bottom. “From behind.”

His hand was on my hip, the tip of
his cock pressing into a cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Porsche.”

“So are you….” I turned to him, as he
kissed me, his tongue meeting mine, slinky and moist.

While thus engaged, he shifted, his
penis rubbing against my eager slit. With one push, he was lodged within me,
stroking the heated walls of my sex. I began to move, my hips thrusting into
him, while he drove upward. This combination had the potential to send me over
the edge rather quickly, and it wasn’t even necessary that I touch my clit. The
sensitivity of my anatomy had heightened every feeling, every touch. My body
vibrated with pleasure, my silken tunnel contracting around him.

His lips were on my neck. “Oh,
God…baby…”

“Mike!”

I gasped, as sensation flooded my insides,
the climax sending me into spasms of hard and fast contractions. My tummy
tightened, the skin feeling like the contours of a soccer ball. Orgasms this
late in pregnancy always did this. He knew I’d reached my pinnacle, and he
pulled himself from me.

“You could give it a little suck,” he
entreated.

My hand encountered a wet cock; the
aroma was a combination of our juices. I sucked him, listening to his groans,
knowing that he was moments away from orgasm.

“Oh, God…Porsche…” While I worked the
tip, I massaged the length, rubbing the hardened flesh with my fingertips.
“Baby…oh…
ooohhh
…”

The tiny slit opened up then,
squirting a creamy dollop of semen straight into my mouth. I closed my lips
around him, as he continued to erupt. The salty concoction hit the back of my
throat, and I dutifully swallowed. I’d never do this with a Sasquatch, because they
produced far too much fluid.

“Honey!” He collapsed to the bed, his
chest rising and falling. I snuggled into him, his arm going around me. “Thank
you, sweetie.”

“No problem.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just fine.”

He kissed my forehead. “Good.”

Tiredness seeped into my bones, and I
yawned. Closing my eyes, I drifted to sleep. Hours later, the most excruciating
pain forced my eyes open. I turned to my side moaning. The contraction was
strong. “Oh…shit!”

“Hum?”

“Ouch. Fuck.” I’d curled into a fetal
position.

“What is it?”

He leaned over me. It was early in
the morning. The sun had barely come up. “Porsche?”

“I’ve got…shit!” I waited for it to
pass, breathing raggedly. “I’m in labor.”

“Whoa.”

“It just started.” I’d had mini
contractions yesterday, and we had timed them, but then they had stopped. I
knew this was the real deal, having been through this twice before. “Shit!”
Another gripped me, and I moaned in agony.

“I’ll get Zelda.”

“Okay.”

An hour later, I found myself on my
knees, leaning over the end of the sofa. This was the only comfortable position
to be in when the contraction hit. They were close together, and I assumed it
wouldn’t be long before Zelda would have me bear down and push.

“You’re doing good, honey,” she
soothed.

Lena, appearing tired, her hair
unkempt, stared at me. “That looks painful. I’m never having a baby. Forget
it.”

I glanced at her. “It only lasts a
couple of hour—” I moaned, as another contraction hit. “Shit!”

“I should check you again to see how
far you’re dilated. Those are awfully close together now.”

Mike sat on a chair, looking worried.
“Is she okay? Should I call an ambulance? Should we go to the emergency room?”

“She’s just fine. She’s coming
towards the end.”

I sat on the sofa heavily. My
forehead was moist with perspiration. “Fine. Check me. I
wanna
get this over with.” Her hand was on my pussy, fingers sinking deep. I’d hardly
perceived the touch, as the pressure had numbed the entire area.

“Well,” she grinned. “You can push
anytime, sweetheart, but we should get a towel under you. This could get
messy.”

Relief flooded. “Thank God. That was
quick.” This labor had been remarkably short, no more than three hours, but I
wasn’t out of the woods yet.

Lena hovered, chewing her nails. “I
don’t know if I can watch this. I might throw up.”

I gave her a look. “Go get a towel.
Be helpful. Do something useful.”

She all but ran out of the room.
Zelda whipped the blood pressure meter around my arm. “Just checking real
quick.” The mechanical apparatus sounded, the band inflating, growing taut.
“It’s elevated, but not too bad.”

“Here’s the towel.”

“Thanks.” Zelda placed it under my
bottom. “Okay, lift those legs and start pushing when the next contraction
hits. Do you feel the urge to push?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Mike sat next to me. “You need some
ice?”

“I’m good. I just want to get this baby
out.” As the contraction began, I sucked in a breath, holding it, while bearing
down. Remarkably, I could feel the baby sliding then, working its way through
the birth canal. “I feel it moving!”

“Okay, that’s so gross.” Lena glanced
at me, a look of horror on her face.

Ignoring her, I waited for the next
contraction, as Zelda gazed at where the baby would appear. “You’re doing good.
This probably won’t take long.”

I’d managed to relax between each
contraction, taking full advantage of the minutes that were pain free. When the
next one descended, I was ready, grasping my legs behind the knees and pushing
with all my might. Being thus engaged, the pain of the contraction was hardly
perceivable, as the baby began to shimmy towards its final destination. Feeling
the movement was unique and strange, but it was a good sign. My suffering would
be over soon, and I was grateful for that.

“I see the head!”

“Oh, my fucking God!” shouted Lena.
“That’s so gross!”

I glared at my sister. I was at the
end of my rope, and I had almost no patience left now. “Fuck you!” I shouted,
while bearing down with another contraction. Pain flared, my pussy throbbing,
as the head crowned. This was the absolute worst part of the ordeal, being
stretched beyond the capacity of what was physically endurable, but I bore it,
having no choice.
Lendal’s
presentation had been far
larger, as I recalled. This baby wasn’t as big.

“
Ew
…yuck!
It’s all furry.”

The confirmation that I was indeed
having a Sasquatch baby was a relief.

“Shoulders are out. We’re almost
there. You’re doing real
good
, honey. One last push.”

I obliged her, although there were no
more contractions. The tiny body slid from me, Zelda capturing the bundle in a
towel. “Leonard would be so proud,” I murmured tiredly. Mewling sounds began,
and then the baby cried. “Music to my ears.”

Mike hugged me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking wiped out.”

“Oh, my God!” uttered Zelda.

Alarmed, I glanced at her. “What?
What’s wrong?”

Chapter Three

“It’s a girl.”

I struggled to sit up. “What?”

“You had a girl.”

The furry creature in Zelda’s hands
cried, the sound high-pitched and insistent. “A girl?”

“I’ve never seen this. You had a
girl.”

“Look again,” said Mike. “There’s probably
a dick in there somewhere.” He grinned good-naturedly.

“No. It’s a girl all right.” Zelda
handed the baby to me. “She’s hungry too.”

I took my daughter, seeing a tiny
Sasquatch with damp fur. Her eyes were closed; as her mouth worked, the shrill
screams filled the entire house. “I can’t believe this.” Her little fingers
were curled. A pink tongue darted out between her lips repeatedly. I held her
to my breast, her mouth clamping on a nipple. She began suckling almost
immediately, with surprising strength.

“Okay, that’s just totally weird,”
said Lena. “But…it’s
kinda
cute.”

Mike grinned. “Congratulations,
honey.”

“I
gotta
take her blood pressure.” Zelda was all business. “And we’re still waiting for
the placenta to come out. The breast feeding should help with that.”

“What’s a placenta?” Lena looked
confused.

“The afterbirth.”

“Disgusting. You mean there’s more
stuff in my sister?”

“Yeah, there’s more stuff.”

“What if it doesn’t come out?”

“She’ll get a bad infection.”

“I’m going in the other room. I’ve
reached my quota for gross and disgusting things today.”

I barely heard my sister. My focus
was on the baby, who was now suckling happily, her little mouth working. My
milk wouldn’t come in for three days, but the colostrum would be enough.

“Can I get you something to eat?”

“Thanks, Mike.”

“A sandwich or something?”

“That would be nice.”

He kissed my forehead. “You did a
great job. The baby looks good.”

“I can’t believe I had a girl.”

“They are rare.”

“Leonard is going to be shocked.”

“Okay. Give me your arm. Need to
check your blood pressure.”

“Yes, Zelda.”

Once I’d expelled the afterbirth and
eaten, I held the baby close, sleeping for several hours. When I woke, Mike was
on the bed watching me. I turned to look at him.

“Hi.”

“You were tired.”

“Hum…”

“Your parents are on the way.”

“Okay.” My family had met
Lendal
, and they adored Daisy.

“When do you think you’ll head back to
the woods?”

“Not for a while.”

“You should stay for a long time. It’s
good to have you around.”

“It’s good to be here.”

“I wish you could stay for weeks.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Really?”

“I could go back at the end of
spring.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling around
the edges. “I would love that.”

“Daisy’s eventually going to school, and
I want her to have a normal life.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ll probably be here more often.”
Understanding shone in his eyes. “As much as I love my guys and the mountains,
I want Daisy to have what I had. School and friends and civilized things. She can
visit the tribe on holidays and during the summer, but…I think it’s best that
we make her life as normal as possible.” I gazed at my new baby. “What am I
going to call her?”

“What about
Maggy
?”

Maggy
was Leonard’s mother, who I’d never
been particularly fond of. She had been less than sympathetic to me after my
kidnapping, but...she had been his mother, and he had adored her. “That might
work.”