Cum For Bigfoot 5, Baby

by Virginia Wade

  The musky smell of semen mixed with wet animal fur teased my senses. It was a smell I was becoming intimately familiar with. As the fire crackled and popped, I found myself on my hands and knees, my inner thighs wet from cum. Connor remained in the doorway watching, his eyes glued on us in a perverse, yet clinical, way. He wanted to observe the apes in their natural habitat, which included their mating habits. I avoided his gaze and focused on Leonard and the fact that he was pushing his huge cock into my ass. Dale was near me, his hand slipping between my legs, a long finger grazing my clit.

  “Oh…ooohh…”

  My tummy began tingling with each of Dale’s strokes. As Leonard slid into my ass, the only thing I felt was pressure, glorious and tactile. I had been thoroughly primed and ready for him. My belly hung beneath me, the baby cushioned inside, warm and comfortable. The full length of Leonard’s shaft drove deep with each thrust, unimpeded. His heavy balls slapped against me, the smacking sound filling the room.

  “My Porsche!”

  “Oh, God, Leonard. Fuck me!”

  “Nice, Porsche, nice…”

  Dale toyed with my clit, sliding his finger over my wetness. He sunk into my pussy, massaging deeply. This produced a groan from Leonard, who could feel his finger, no doubt. I was in such a state; I began moaning and mewling, not being able to control my responses.

  “Oh, Jesus…” Not content with one finger, Dale drove another in, while his thumb toyed with the bulging mass of my clit. “Oh, my FUCK! Oh, my God.” The pressure was intense; the feeling of fullness left me gasping, as blissful sensations registered. He knew I would cum now, because he rubbed me aggressively, inflaming the nub to completion. “Oh, Dale! Ooohh…” I shuddered, biting my lip, drawing blood and not caring. Stars exploded behind my eyelids as satisfaction drifted through me in a series of convulsions that shook my entire pelvic region.

  “Good! Good!” Leonard pulled himself free and squirted my ass and back with creamy ropes of semen. The hot spurts became cold almost instantly. The Sasquatch emptied his ball sacs, grunting and groaning with the force of his pleasure, his breathing staggered and labored. Cum dripped down my hips and thighs. I was a cold, wet, sticky mess.

  I met Dr. Haynes’s stare. He looked shocked and…aroused. His pants jutted out before him.

  Chapter Three

  After breakfast the next morning, we were on the trail again, heading further into the forest. The brisk air nipped at my face, while the wind chilled my neck, propelling me to lift the hood over my head. I’d eaten a hearty breakfast of eggs and homemade bread, which Leonard and Dale had provided. They’d filled a rustic looking cart with chickens, animal hides, and a type of tent. The Sasquatches had prepared for the trek, and we would have a relatively comfortable shelter at the end of the day.

  Dr. Haynes walked beside me. “Um, Porsche.” I glanced at him, and he looked away quickly, as if uncomfortable and slightly self-conscious.

  “What?”

  “Last night.”

  Oh, that. “What about it?”

  “What I saw…”

  “You shouldn’t be spying on people.”

  He looked sheepish. “Yeah, but…I came here to observe them. With animals it isn’t about pleasure so much as the need to propagate the species. What I saw last night…that was about pleasure.”

  I tingled thinking about it. “They love sex.” That was the understatement of the year.

  “You don’t seem to mind…what they do to you.”

  I shivered, but not from the cold. “They’re sweet. It’s always nice. How do you think I got pregnant?”

  He nodded. “That concerns me as well. It’s high risk. You shouldn’t be out in the middle of nowhere with an abnormally sized primate in you.”

  “It’s a Sasquatch.”

  “That’s even worse.”

  “I’ll be fine. Zelda’s a practiced midwife, and she’ll deliver the baby.” I wasn’t due until the spring.

  His research assistant, George had joined us. “Are you all right, Porsche? Do you need to rest?”

  “I’m great.” I smiled at him, my cheeks feeling rosy from the sun and wind. “Quit worrying. I’m good.”

  For lunch, we made a small fire and grilled several fish Leonard had plucked out of a nearby river. Afterwards, I relieved myself in the woods. I turned around and got a shock. “Dale!” His black eyes flashed with an animalistic fire that I had come to recognize. Eight feet of hulking Sasquatch approached and pulled me to him, inhaling my scent in much the same way Leonard did, with his nose pressed to my neck. “Stop that.” He enclosed me in his arms, pressing me to the matted length of him, and then he began purring, which I knew to be a sign of affection. Were two Bigfoots in love with me? “Dale.” His shockingly erect cock prodded my belly. “Stop that, you naughty boy.” To my surprise, he yanked my pants down and brought me to my knees, my hands sinking into the moist earth. It had happened so quickly, I hardly had the means to stop it. My panties were down, my pussy exposed, and his hard cock prodded my entrance, the pre-cum lubricating me instantly. He pushed inside, filling me completely. “Dale!”

  He grunted, fucking me with quick, eager strokes, groaning from the pleasure. Although I hadn’t anticipated the event, my pussy began tingling with pulses of delight. The quick and dirty sex ended almost as abruptly as it began, with Dale wheezing and groaning, his cock erupting inside my pussy, spraying me with jizz. He drove himself in and out, until he’d finished, grunting repeatedly.

  I hadn’t had a chance to orgasm; I was nowhere near it actually. He collapsed to the forest floor, bringing me to him, while a long, black finger entered me, massaging deeply. His padded thumb rubbed my clit. He held me, pleasuring me, my face pressed against his hairy chest, until I moaned, trembling in his arms, convulsing with pleasure.

  “Oh, Dale…”

  We remained like this for long minutes, the sun streaming down through the branches and the birds chirping above. The warmth of Dale’s fur kept me toasty, but I knew I had to dress. Leonard would wonder where I was.

  Back at camp, Leonard sniffed the air and growled, low in his throat. He grabbed me, hauling me to him, sniffing me, his nostrils flaring. His dark eyes flashed with anger, knowing another Sasquatch had taken me without his permission. I worried that they would fight and tear one another to pieces. Instead, Leonard chewed Dale out verbally, the creatures arguing in an archaic language, with grunts and hand gestures betraying anger and hostility.

  “What happened?” asked George.

  “Leonard’s pissed.”

  “Do you know why?”

  “I might.” I eyed the research assistant, who wore a bright red jacket. “I…well…Dale and I…we did things in the woods.” I knew I should feel embarrassed by my actions, even mortified, but I couldn’t.

  “Is that why you have dirt on your face?”

  I rubbed my skin, feeling grime. “Yeah.” God. Awkward! The apes continued arguing, looking tense and agitated, with their fur standing on end like frazzled felines. I stepped between them, feeling tiny in comparison. “Stop it! Quit fighting!” I pushed Leonard, and he growled. “Don’t be jealous. You know I love you. Now stop it.”

  “You mine, Porsche. Mine.”

  This announcement had Dale rumbling, deep in his chest. He grabbed me, pulling me to him. “No, mine!”

  Uh-oh. Leonard yanked me back, and I tripped and nearly fell. “My girl. You don’t touch.” He thrust a finger in his face.

  I screamed at the top of my lungs, “STOP! You morons! There’s nothing to fight about. I’m with both of you. Now, can we pack and go? I’m tired.” Having sex had made me lethargic, my legs felt like lead. I wished I could curl up in front of a fire and snooze.

  The apes, realizing I was right, backed off and stared at each other with steam coming out of their nostrils. Leonard grunted and stomped towards the cart, tossing in the cooking pan and the tin cups. We gathered our belongings and headed further into the Cascades. For hours we climbed, the
elevation making the hike even harder, more exhausting. By nightfall, I detected the sounds of drums in the distance, and my heart began pounding with excitement. We were nearing another ape camp.

  “What the hell is that?” asked George.

  “A Bigfoot tribe.”

  “How many of them are there?”

  “Lots.”

  “That’s incredible.”

  “They aren’t going to club us, are they?” Dr. Haynes appeared worried; his posture was tense. “We’re safe, right?”

  “Leonard promised you’d be fine.”

  He glanced around warily, eyeing the dense foliage. “If you say so. I brought mace just in case.”

  “That doesn’t do anything to them.”

  “Great.”

  I laughed, “Just keep in the background until they trust you. It’ll be fine.”

  The bushes rustled around us, and a low growling heralded the arrival of the tribe, which burst through the trees with clubs in hand, ready to defend their own. I recognized some of them; my time with the creatures had allowed me to distinguish between facial features. These were the apes that had Jean, the Search and Rescue woman, but I didn’t see her. She was probably at the camp, safe and sound. Her ape, Sonny, stared at me, his dark eyes glimmering in the torchlight. A commotion ensued, and the Bigfoots surrounded the scientists, growling and pointing their clubs at them.

  “Grroooaarrr!” Leonard snarled and grunted, gesturing and communicating.

  The tension around me was rife with animal energy, the hairs on the nap of my neck standing up. I experienced a moment of doubt, thinking that the Sasquatches would harm the scientists. To my relief, several apes stepped back, lowering their weapons, the aggression in their stances lessening. We were welcomed into the camp and its roaring fire, which was surrounded by animal pelts. Two Bigfoot children were nearby, and there was Jean, perched on a rock, her long, strawberry blonde hair a wild mess around her. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.

  “Porsche!”

  I hugged her. “How are you?” She’d been with the Sasquatches for months now, and, at the beginning, she had hated it.

  “I’m good. How was your visit home? What the hell’s happening? Are they still searching for me?”

  I sat cross-legged on a pelt. “They’ve given up for now. Sorry.”

  “Shit.” She eyed the scientists. “Who are they?”

  I pointed to Connor. “That’s Dr. Haynes. He’s a primatologist, and that’s George, his research assistant. They’re gonna observe the apes for a couple of weeks and get out before the weather turns bad.”

  She blinked. “Does everybody know about them?”

  “No. The government’s keeping it quiet. They don’t want a million people out here looking for them.”

  “I have to go home, Porsche. I really do.”

  “Maybe they’ll let you go back with the scientists. I’ll talk to Leonard.”

  She smiled, gratitude shining in her eyes. “I miss my little girl so bad. I have to get back to her.”

  I was suddenly overcome with emotion, feeling for her, my pregnancy hormones on overload. I touched her hand. “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll try to explain it to Leonard the best way I can, okay? Your little girl needs you.”

  “She does.”

  Chapter Four

  The smell of a wild boar roasting made my mouth water. The atmosphere around us was festive, with an ape on a drum and others grunting and gesturing in their bizarre language. The scientists had their notepads opened and were writing down observations, their faces filled with wonder as the hairy children prattled and played, their voices high-pitched. I patted my tummy, which was expanding by the day, and thought about my Bigfoot baby. I would be giving birth in a few months, and I worried about the outcome.

  You hang in there, little one.

  After eating with my bare hands, I wandered down to the stream to wash off in the freezing water, finishing my business quickly. On the way back, hairy arms grabbed me from the darkness of the forest.

  “Oh!”

  “Grroooaaarr…”

  A wet nose pressed into my neck. It was Dale. “Stop that! You’re asking for trouble, buddy.” I pushed against him and headed towards the camp, the flames from the fire visible through the trees. I hadn’t gone far when I found myself pulled into strong, hairy arms. “No!”

  An ape burst out of the trees in that instant, Leonard, charging Dale. I gained my freedom a second before he pounced, knocking the huge Sasquatch to the ground with a loud thump.

  “No touch my girl!”

  His huge, sharp teeth were bared, the black lips wide open, dripping saliva. Dale snarled and bit him, and he returned the favor, chomping into his neck with a ferocity that took my breath away. I had never seen them attack one another, and it was frightening. It sounded like two leopards in a vicious battle.

  “Stop it!” I screamed, horrified at the sight of blood on Dale’s neck. They rolled on the ground, biting and clawing and growling with teeth bared. Tears fell down my cheeks. “Don’t! Stop it!”

  Several apes appeared, and they grabbed the fighting Sasquatches, pulling them apart. Leonard’s teeth dripped with blood, his fur caked with dirt and blood. Dale was in a similar condition, wheezing and bleeding, dripping blood to the ground.

  “Alpha males fighting over a mate,” commented Connor.

  “Yeah,” I muttered unhappily.

  “You’re popular.”

  I gave him a dirty look.

  “You don’t seem to mind, though, do you?”

  “What do you mean by that?” I glared at him.

  “You enjoy them, the companionship, the sex, everything. You have a real connection.”

  “Tell me something I don’t know.” I was horribly upset by what I had just seen.

  Later that night, in our shelter, I found myself between Leonard and Dale, naked, on a thick fur, cocooned in the comfort of my two lovers, who had called a truce earlier. Neither was bleeding anymore, their wounds having dried over. Leonard’s nose was in my neck, while his hand rested on my hip. Dale sniffed my stomach; the bulging mass had his full attention. He began purring, his fingers touching me, rubbing my tummy.

  Leonard growled at him, unhappy that he was expressing his affection, but he began purring as well, his nose nudging my neck, a tongue flicking out and licking me.

  “Stop that.”

  Dale gently massaged my distended bump. It was almost as if he were caressing the baby, soothing the little one. I’d begun to feel it moving about a month ago, and it kicked at the moment, causing the skin to rise up and down in one area. Perhaps, he could feel it. His purring was like a sweet lullaby, and our shelter nearly vibrated from the rhythmic rumblings in the chests of both apes.

  “Grrooaaarrr…” Leonard growled deep and guttural.

  I touched his face, his black eyes glinting in an appreciative light. “Oh, Leonard.” He kissed me, his tongue driving into my mouth and mine meeting it in a sultry, hypnotic kiss. Dale’s hand had drifted lower, his fingers slipping between my thighs, dipping into the moist folds of my pussy. “Ooohh…” I was the luckiest girl in the world to be sandwiched between my lovers, who wanted me, and fought over me, determined to please me.

  Lengthy Bigfoot cocks began to emerge from within tufts of brown, matted fur. Dale’s poked my side, the wetness of pre-cum dripping down my hip. Leonard’s was in my hands, my thumb rubbing over the tip, moistening the engorged crown, and massaging at the same time.

  “Good…good…” he purred, nipping gently at the sensitive skin on my neck.

  The wind had begun to howl outside, bringing with it cold, inclement weather, but the heat within our shelter was enough to melt ice faster than the sun in July. My ape lovers were greedy, both wanting their cocks sucked. I knelt before them, with a hand wrapped around each penis, and began to draw on one and then the other. Firm fingers were on my back, rubbing gently, and a hand slipped between my cheeks, dipping into my pussy, toying wi
th the folds of my labia. A long finger stroked me, and I moaned from the pleasure. Leonard slid his hand past my belly, to my pussy, forcing Dale’s hand out of the way. Not to be put out, Dale played with my tight bumhole, pressing a finger inside and manipulating the orifice to open for him. The feeling of both holes being invaded was sinfully delicious, making my tummy tingle and my cunt throb. I sucked noisily on two dripping cocks, while they fingered me.

  “Oh! Oh, my God!” I gasped. “It’s sooo good.”

  I must have been incredibly aroused tonight, because the orgasm hit me almost without warning. I arched my back, taking Dale’s finger all the way in my ass, while Leonard drove into my pussy, the double dipping sending shooting waves of ecstasy through my body, in shuddering contractions. Even my belly hardened from the orgasm, feeling like a soccer ball. As the sensations began to wear off, my uterus loosened and became soft again. Oh, weird! Dale suddenly pushed me onto my back, diving between my thighs, and spearing me with his tongue. Leonard growled with unhappiness, while he ate my creamy snatch, sucking the female cum out of me, and enjoying the taste immensely. Leonard pushed him away, baring his teeth in warning for taking such liberties with his girl.

  My Sasquatch lovers were harder than granite, twelve-inch cocks jutting and dripping with need. I grasped them and resumed sucking and licking, working up and down musky smelling shafts. Leonard’s drove deep into my throat, causing me to gag, while I fingered Dale. I performed the same service on Dale, resulting in an animalistic groan from deep within his chest. Their ball sacs hung heavily beneath them, a tremendous amount of sperm waiting to be discharged. I tried to get both cocks in my mouth at once, but they were too large. My jaw was beginning to ache from being stretched to capacity.

  “Grroooaaarrr…”

  I sucked Leonard aggressively, saliva dripping from him, as I licked and nibbled on his spongy tip. A gush of cum filled my mouth, forcing me back, just as a series of spurts splashed my face with the salty, milky residue. He grunted and pumped his end, the wetness pouring over his hand, while the occasional wild spurt connected with my face. It was always mildly shocking, witnessing the sheer volume of cum these animals carried within them. I sucked his end, swallowing gobs of semen, the fluid rushing down my throat.