Cum For Bigfoot 15

by Virginia Wade

  Cum For Bigfoot 15

  By Virginia Wade

  Copyright © 2013 Virginia Wade

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Four Months Earlier

  “Did you have another contraction, hon?” asked Zelda, who sat on the edge of the bed.

  “The ones I had this morning went away.”

  “False labor.”

  “Yeah, but it’s coming.”

  She eyed my bulging belly. “It sure is.”

  I’d roughed out most of the winter in the mountains, having come home six weeks ago to prepare for the birth. Zelda was with me, being my midwife. The tribe was happily ensconced in a tropical cave, which had become a favorite refuge and an ideal escape from the subfreezing temperatures. The discovery of the cave was made by my sister Lena, who had stayed there with Leonard and Archie before Bigfoot hunters had shattered the peace. Lately there seemed to be far too many challenges from outside influences. To add to this, the tribe was still adjusting from Bubba’s shocking death. Leonard was now the leader of the apes.

  “You want some tea?” Zelda had gone to town and gotten a hair cut; her hair had been colored, diminishing the gray. The shiny brown strands hung down her back.

  “No. I’m good.”

  “Mike sure built you a nice house. I can see why you’d not want to leave it.”

  “It’s a nice place to come back to.”

  “Mamma!” Daisy ran towards the bed. “I’m hungry.” She crawled across the covers, sitting next to me. Wavy strands of light blonde hair fell to her shoulders.

  “I thought you had lunch.”

  “I want more Rice Krispies.”

  We’d made the dessert this morning. “Go ask your daddy.”

  “He’s not here.”

  I had forgotten. He’d gone to town. I slid from the bed. “Fine.”

  “I can do it, Porsche.”

  “No, I gotta walk around. I’m going stir crazy. The last few weeks are the worst.”

  My belly was hugely swollen, the baby kicking at that moment, as an elbow or foot pushed against my uterus. The pregnancy had gone remarkably smooth, Zelda checking my blood pressure and keeping an eye on me. I was eager to give birth, tired of feeling like a breeding cow and ready to have my own body back. I longed to have a flat stomach again.

  I was in the kitchen, cutting the treat out of a metal tin for Daisy, when I heard the sound of a car. We were on an isolated piece of property that butted up against the forest, and it was rare to have visitors. I suspected it was Mike, and, as the door opened, he came in wearing a heavy jacket.

  “Hey, baby!”

  “Hi.” Someone was behind him. “Lena!” My sister suddenly appeared. “What are you doing here?”

  “I gotta see this freak show,” she laughed. “It’s not every day a human gives birth to an ape.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”

  She hugged me. “Jesus, you’re huge.” Her hands spanned my tummy. “That thing’s about to burst.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “I’m so glad I didn’t get pregnant. Omigod.”

  Mike placed items he’d purchased on the counter. “Everything okay?”

  “False labor.”

  He nodded. “Poor thing. I know you’re tired of this.”

  I sat in a chair. “So, how are you, Lena? Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

  “It’s spring break. You need to give birth in the next couple of days. I gotta get back.”

  “Thanks for not putting pressure on me.”

  She grinned. “No worries.”

  My sister was a slim, blonde version of myself, and, after her kidnapping, she’d been popular with the Sasquatches, who had thoroughly enjoyed her lush, young body. Even Leonard had partaken…and this was no surprise. The apes were in a constant state of horniness, and they simply could not help themselves when it came to women.

  “You want some tea?” asked Mike.

  “That sounds good.”

  Zelda entered the room. “Oh, hi, Lena. How are you? You look great.”

  My sister hugged her. “You look fantastic. Nice hair cut.”

  “I figured I could do something with myself. I’ve been a grizzled mountain woman most of my life.”

  “You clean up real good.”

  “I’ve not taken care of my skin like I should. Being in the elements has caused a lot of damage.”

  “You’re supervising the birth?”

  “Yes. Things are looking good so far. She’s in the home stretch.”

  Daisy sat on a chair, licking her fingers. “I want more, please.”

  “She loves that stuff,” I said.

  Mike left a mug on the table, the string for the tea bag hanging over the edge. His hands were on my shoulders. “I’m getting some fire wood. Be back in a sec.”

  I glanced up at him, feeling a moment of tenderness. I was in love with him and Leonard; both males occupied my life and my heart. It had been this way for years. Our unique arrangement suited everyone. It was unconventional, yet it worked. Mike’s seasonal job, forest ranger in the summer, left me free to be with the Bigfoots, while in the winter, I was comfortable in our house. It was the best of both worlds. I was a lucky woman.

  Zelda and Lena sat at the table eyeing me. “What?”

  “Nothing,” said Lena. “I’m just waiting for that monster baby to show up.”

  I sighed. “You’re such a pest.”

  She laughed, “You know I’m kidding. Lendal’s so cute.”

  “He’s not so little anymore. They grow quick.”

  “I’ve been thinking about seeing you guys again. I’m just scared of getting pregnant.”

  “Get on the pill.”

  “I could do that.”

  “You miss Leonard, don’t you?” I eyed her carefully.

  “Not especially.”

  “Liar! For someone who thinks the Sasquatches are gross and freaks, you sure had a lot of fun with them.”

  She grinned coyly. “Well…they were…entertaining.”

  I shook my head. “Yeah. You better not try to steal my man, bitch.”

  “I can see why you’re hooked on them.”

  “Hooked?”

  “Addicted?”

  “I’m not addicted. They’re my family.”

  “Maybe I’ll visit one of these summers.”

  “You should. They’d love to see you.”

  “I bet.”

  Zelda laughed. “Oh, they love blondes, those horny apes.”

  Later that evening, as I prepared for bed, I stared at myself in the mirror, seeing a pale blonde with long, shiny hair. I’d let it grow, the strands hanging down my back. For having been in the woods for years, I had fared well, with the occasional freckle, especially over my nose. I’d been a mountain woman since my late teens, living with the Sasquatches most of my adult life. After my kidnapping, I had slowly acclimated to a minimalist existence, enjoying the beauty of
Mt. Hood National Forest and the attentions of several lusty apes. I couldn’t count the number of adventures I’d had over the years, the failed rescue attempts, the attack by Bigfoot hunters, Leonard’s amnesia, my sister’s kidnapping, and the greedy gold miners who had wanted to harm us. The tribe was never far from trouble. Danger and drama seemed to always find us one way or the other.

  “Hey! What are you doing in there?” It was Mike.

  “I’m coming.”

  He sat on the bed with a book in his hands. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah.” Wearing a white nightgown, I got on the mattress, scooting towards him.

  His appreciative gaze roamed over me. “You look nice pregnant.”

  “Stop it.”

  “You do.” He left the book on the nightstand. “Come here, my big, fat mamma.”

  “Ugh.”

  My handsome husband took hold of my face, his smile lingering. “Kiss me.”

  “Oh, Mike. I’m too fat to have sex.”

  “No you’re not,” he chuckled.

  “I’m a whale.”

  “I’ll work you from behind.”

  That sent a rush of tingles through me. “You naughty forest ranger.”

  “I sure am.”

  He kissed me, his moist tongue drifting into my mouth. I snaked my arms around his neck, pressing the expanse of my belly against him. It wasn’t fair that men could continue to look so good, their tummies taut, while women blew out from pregnancy. Then it would take months to regain my shape, and it seemed to get harder with each pregnancy.

  My nightgown was suddenly lifted over my head, exposing shockingly engorged breasts. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Stop that.”

  “Those babies are mine.”

  “Mike…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Kiss me.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Chapter Two

  Despite being as big as a house, I’d begun to buzz with sensual awareness, my sex drowning in arousal. His hands seemed to be everywhere, touching my belly, hugging my hips, and cupping my breasts, the globes heavy, having nearly doubled in size.

  He buried his face in them, sighing. “You smell so sweet.”

  I threaded my fingers through his hair. “Oh, Mike…”

  A hand massaged my thigh, dipping dangerously close to my pussy. “You’re wet, honey.”

  This alarmed me for a moment, thinking that maybe my water had broken. I felt myself. “Oh, well…it’s your fault.”

  “That it is,” he chuckled. Kisses landed on my belly, the baby choosing that particular moment to turn all the way around, creating a dramatic ripple effect. “Whoa…somebody moved in there.”

  “Yeah.”

  Soft lips grazed my flesh, leaving a moist path towards my pubic mound. I reclined on the bed, staring at the ceiling, seeing rustic-looking wood beams and recessed lighting. While my husband laved me, his tongue drifted into my little hole. I moaned with bliss. I was especially sensitive in this area; the advanced stages of pregnancy had left me in a heightened state of sensation, the pressure of the baby the cause.

  “Oh, Mike…”

  He’d settled in, shifting between my legs, his head all but hidden beneath the bulge of my tummy. A finger had slid inside of me, wiggling seductively, while the soft tip of his tongue worked my clit. Saliva had begun to drip to the sheet. Lifting my hips, I drove myself into his mouth, wanting so much more.

  I reached for him. “Mike.”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Gimme your…thing.”

  “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 t
hen 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?”