Cum For Bigfoot 15 (7 page)

“When did they take you?” asked
Leslie.

“My car broke down on the highway.
They kidnapped me then.”

“I got taken hitchhiking,” said
Zelda. “They love snatching girls off the road.”

“I would really like to go home.”

Zelda nodded. “I hear you. Maybe they
can be reasoned with.”

“I don’t understand them at all. They
just…” she glanced at her fingernails, “fuck me and stuff. Now I’m stuck taking
care of this baby. I thought I was
gonna
die giving
birth to him.”

“You had to go through that alone?” I
asked.

“The guys helped, but, yeah, I was
alone.”

Leslie hugged her. “You poor thing.”

Tears were in her eyes. “I’m so happy
to see other people.”

I glanced over at Leonard, who sat
with an older-looking ape. I assumed he was the leader of this tribe. They were
about to share a pipe. Handing
Maggy
to Zelda, I got
to my feet. All eyes seemed to be on me, as I made my way across camp.

“Leonard.”

He glanced at me. “What?”

“That poor girl wants to go home.”

He rolled his eyes. “Come sit.” He
patted the spot next to him.

My attention was on the strange ape,
who
stared at me. “Who’s he?”

“Leader of this tribe. His name is
Brutus.”

“Oh, that’s perfect,” I laughed. My
outburst had surprised him, as his gaze grew attentive. I sat on Leonard’s lap,
his arm going around me. I whispered in his ear, “That poor girl was kidnapped.
She hasn’t seen her family in a long time.”

“Not my tribe. Not my problem.”

I glared at Brutus. “Great.”

The other apes loitered, talking
amongst themselves; some sat on rocks, while others were on blankets.
Lendal
and Bubba Jr. had taken off with the other
youngsters. I could hear them crashing around in the forest, grunting and
growling.
Wolfie
had disappeared into a hut, emerging
with a hat, which he placed on his head. The display was comical, the apes chuckling
at the silly toddler, who stumbled over their feet. One of them snatched him up,
playfully hitting him on the butt.
Wolfie
shrieked
with laughter. Leonard grunted his disapproval, the noise having irritated him.
This reminded me of our former tribal leader, Bubba. He frequently chastised
the youngsters for playing and making noise.

Harry sat with Leslie, watching the
proceedings, his eyes glinting with humor.
Wolfie
had
ingratiated himself into the good-graces of each member of the other tribe. He
now sat amongst them, chewing on a stick, as if he had known them his entire
life.
Pooky
and several other Sasquatches left then.
I assumed they were hunting our dinner.

I could understand what Leonard and
Brutus were saying.

Brutus: “She’s very pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re a lucky ape. She’s given you
several children. Who’s the father of the white baby?”

“That’s Mike. He’s a friend of the
tribe.”

“You let men in?”

“Yes. We have human friends.”

This took Brutus back, his gaze
resting on me. “I’ve never heard of this.”

“My woman is no prisoner. She comes
and goes as she pleases.”

“How did you do that?”

“I trust her.”

“A human?”

“Yes, you fool. I trust my woman.”

He seemed to mull this over, his eyes
never leaving me. I said, “Don’t look so surprised.”

His eyes widened. “You understand
me?”

I’d spoken in Sasquatch. “Every damn
word.” This had gotten the attention of every ape in the camp. Leonard threw
his head back, laughing. “I’ve been in the woods for years. Of course I can
speak your language.” Zelda and Leslie were well versed in Sasquatch as well.
We sometimes spoke it together for fun. It seemed Brutus had nothing else to
say, although he continued to stare at me. “You treat Lori well, don’t you?”

He nodded.

“You don’t hurt her?”

“No.”

“Good.” I felt sorry for Lori, as
there were five horny beasts nearby,
who
more than
likely used her nightly. This tribe seemed peaceful, their demeanors relaxed,
their expressions open. I’d rarely encountered hostile tribes, but I knew they
existed. “Is there anything to drink?”

Zelda got to her feet. “Let’s unpack
and get the supplies out. I’m starving.”

Leslie joined her, as the Bigfoots
watched, mildly interested in the women. They worked to set up the grill,
placing the metal plate on top of burning embers. Water boiled in a pot. The
efficiency of my friends was not to be underestimated.
Lendal
and Bubba Jr. returned with their playmates, who had picked
berries,
holding bunches in their hands. The Bigfoots returned with fish, and, while Zelda
and Leslie prepared the meal, I listened to Brutus, who spoke about having two
other women that had run off. They had made a strange tea, which had produced a
hallucinogenic effect, knocking the tribe out.

“That’d be
mugwort
,”
said Zelda. “It does that.”

This bit of information was interesting.
“Why didn’t Lori run away?”

“I hurt my ankle, and they left me,”
she replied bitterly.

“Oh, that sucks.” I got up to stretch
my legs, but strong hands suddenly gripped me, and I found myself in Brutus’s
lap. I was so stunned, I gasped. Leonard glared at him, but remained unmoved,
the pipe hanging out of the corner of his mouth. “Uh…hello.” A cold, wet nose
was on my neck. He sniffed, but the exploration didn’t stop there, as he pulled
me even closer, his cock pressing into my bottom. His nose was on the back of
my neck, my hair in his face.

“Looks like you made a new friend,
Porsche.” Leslie placed a log in the fire. “Yep. That’s darn right friendly of
you.”

“God, way to manhandle me, buddy.” I
pushed against him, trying to free myself, but he was determined to paw me, his
hips shifting, lifting the hardened length of his phallus.

This annoyed Leonard, who grunted. “We
eat first, then fuck. Not the other way around. Let my woman go!”

“I smell milk,” he rasped. “It’s
sweet, like honey.”

Knowing the Sasquatches like I did,
the inquisitiveness of this newcomer wasn’t fear producing. I found his
interest amusing; his reaction was entirely predictable. A hand closed around a
breast, although I wore a bra and shirt. The harsh, deepening staccato of his breathing
dampened my neck.

“May I take her now?”

To my consternation, Leonard seemed
to be mulling this question over. It was commonplace to share women. It was
also a sign of goodwill as well to other tribes, but we normally did not engage
in sex until after the little ones had gone to bed. It was thrilling to be
lusted after in such a manner. The feeling of Brutus’s cock pressing into my
pussy was distracting.

“Take her to a hut.”

My mouth fell open. “Leonard!”

He shrugged, grinning crookedly.
“He’ll pleasure you.”

Before I could say another word, I
found myself being lifted into the air and carried across the camp, while the
tribe watched. “Leonard! You little shit!” I’d been hiking all day, and I was
tired and starving. I had hoped to eat first before…having sex. “Ugh!”

The hut was surprisingly tidy, with
bedding made out of thick animal pelts. It smelled like Sasquatch, musky and
slightly rank. Each Sasquatch was a unique entity, and some did not care if the
woman found pleasure. I braced myself for how Brutus would be, and, as he drew
me to him, his lips covered mine, igniting a surprisingly sweet kiss. This told
me all I needed to know, easing my mind substantially.

He’d grasped my shorts, yanking them
down my thighs, while his tongue swept the inside of my mouth. I clung to him,
nearly nude now, the ape being adept at removing clothing. My bra fell from my
shoulders, releasing the abundance of my breasts. His hands grasped the mounds,
discharging a flow of milk. He grabbed me, pressing his face into the flesh,
while his lips captured a nipple. Groaning, he suckled both nipples at once,
indulging in a spray of milk, which wetted his matted fur.

“Oh, you boys are all the same.”

There was something in the timber of
my voice that produced a primal groan from him. We shifted, and I found myself
on the fur, the eyes of a lusty Sasquatch staring at me. “You pretty girl,” he
rasped.

“Thanks.” Something flared in his
eyes, which produced a maelstrom of tingles that shot straight into my pussy.
“What are you going to do to me?”

He grinned slightly. “Make you my
woman.”

That sent a shiver up my spine.

Chapter Nine

“Can you hurry, because I’m starving.
”
He grasped my thighs, his expression heated, and then he
dove between my legs, spearing me with a surprisingly hard tongue. I flung my
head back. “Oh…my God!” Being as tired as I was, I relaxed fully, my body
welcoming the luxury of the pelt and the feel of his talented tongue. He
plunged while prodding my clit with his nose. This ape knew exactly what he was
doing. I gasped, panting, surprised by how quickly the orgasm had begun to
gather, the storm clouds of lust nearly upon me. “
Omigod
!”
He growled low in his throat. Then his hands were on my hips. I was suddenly on
all fours, bracing for dear life, as my animal lover sought entrance with a
shockingly large cock. He slid deep with one push, opening me to impossible
breadths. “Jesus! Wow!”

Strong fingers gripped my hips, while
Brutus began to thrust, although he was mindful not to hurt me. His
ministrations were slow and deep, letting me feel every inch of him. I rested
my forehead on the fur, closing my eyes, while I tingled with
sensation—the feeling was extraordinary. He was so slow, so agonizingly
seductive, wetting me with copious amounts of pre-come; the fluid trickled down
my inner thighs. I was a hairsbreadth away from release, every muscle in my
body tensing for a momentous event. He grunted, while continuing to stroke,
deliciously, and mind-blowingly seductive.

I couldn’t hold it back another
second, biting my lip and moaning. “
Oooohh
…no…OH-MY-God!”
I shuddered, bearing down upon the object that had taken me to such amazing
heights.

A strangled gasp escaped him, and he drove
sharply, yet carefully, stiffening then and groaning. “
Gggrrraaaoorrr
…”
A torrent of semen filled me to the brim, gushing out of my pussy, drenching
the fur beneath my knees.

Collapsing to the pelt, I sighed in
exhaustion. “Oh, man…” He scooted near, placing an arm around me, bringing me
to his hairy chest. “This must be a new record. Seduced five minutes after
meeting an outcast tribe.” I’d spoken in Sasquatch.

“You’re a good woman,” he murmured.
“I should steal you for my own.”

I nudged him with an elbow. “Not a
chance, buddy.”

The flap of the hut flung open,
revealing the angry face of a Bigfoot I knew well. “You’ve had her long enough
now.” Leonard held out his hand. “Porsche, you come eat.”

I sat up, searching for my clothes.
“I’m starving.” Surprisingly, Brutus handed me the bra. “Thanks.” His gaze
drifted to Leonard and then me. I could only wonder what was going through his
mind. The hut stank of sex, the heavy, musky odor lingering.

A short while later, I found myself
seated with Leonard and Brutus, although I detected the feel of Brutus’s
fingers on me. He touched me whenever possible, either rubbing an arm or a
thigh, or prodding my neck with his nose. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I
had an admirer. From the look on Leonard’s face, these movements were carefully
monitored, and they increasingly irritated the stalwart ape. After I had fed
Maggy
and put her down with Daisy and
Wolfie
,
I returned to a scene of debauchery already in progress.
Lendal
and Bubba Jr. were in a hut with the other youngsters, but they had yet to
sleep. Their talking drifted our way.

Leslie, Shelly, and Zelda were naked,
and they sat with Harry and
Pooky
, although the other
apes were near. Lori remained dressed, with her arms over her chest. She seemed
less than inclined to partake in the fun. I sat next to Leonard, but the moment
my bottom hit the fur, Brutus snatched me, dragging me onto his lap. Leonard
gave him the stink eye.

“You’re not
gonna
fight over me, are you?”

My hair was in Brutus’s hands, as he
gazed at the flaxen strands. “Pretty color.”

“Thanks.”

“Your pussy hair is the same.”

I grinned. “Yes it is.” My stomach
was satisfied for the moment. We had eaten fish and rabbit, which had been
grilled with seasoning. The berries had been delicious, and Zelda had made
campfire biscuits. A fed tribe was a happy tribe, and now the evening’s
entertainment was about to kick into high gear. Harry didn’t seem to mind
sharing his girl, as Leslie sucked on an ape’s cock, while another drove into
her from behind. Zelda rode
Pooky
, while one of
Brutus’s Sasquatches used her bottom. As depraved and horny as these creatures
were, this nightly ritual was as normal to us as someone enjoying an evening’s
worth of television.