Cum For Bigfoot 6 (3 page)

She turned to look at him, smiling. “Yes,
Bubba?”

“You here.” He pointed to his cock, which had
emerged from matted tufts of hair.

She shrugged. “I guess I have to suck
it.”

“Zelda. You here.”

Zelda laughed, “You’re not the only one,
honey.”

Their leader had summoned them, and they went
to him without hesitation, kneeling before the enormous Sasquatch
who was pudgier than the younger apes because he enjoyed cannabis
regularly, coupled with enormous quantities of food.

“Eat Bubba’s cock,” he rasped. Leslie grabbed
for it first, closing her lips around the dripping end. It was
lengthy and pink, with prominent veins running beneath the skin.
“Good, Leslie. Good.” Zelda wet him with her saliva.
“Gggrrroooaaarrrr…”

Seeing them engaged in this activity had
affected the tribe, who now sported stiffened cocks, which thrust
through the clumps of fur in their crotches. Without a woman to
satisfy their needs, they began to manipulate themselves.

I sucked Leonard, while Dale’s finger slid
over my pussy. I was horribly wet from watching Zelda and Leslie
enjoying Bubba. The finger rubbed up and down, nudging my clit,
over and over, which sent sparks of arousal through me. I sucked as
if I wanted to unclog a straw. He groaned, the sound echoing in the
forest. Zelda had two new cocks in her hands, and she took turns
with each, while Leslie worked Bubba. Our Sasquatch king continued
to puff from the end of the pipe, his eyes slits of pleasure.

“Good, Porsche, good,” rasped Leonard.

Dale grasped my hips and brought me to my
knees. He continued to finger my soggy hole, driving in and out,
making sure I was ready for him. Then he pressed his cock into me.
“My, Porsche. Mine.”

Leonard growled at that, but did nothing, as
Dale reamed me with one fluid thrust, his heavy balls brushing
against my pussy. “Omigod!” I gasped, my body quivered and buzzed
with sensation. The monster cock filled me nearly to my belly. I
sucked Leonard, who dripped profusely with pre-ejaculatory fluid.
He gripped the back of my head and forced himself down my throat,
but it was impossible to swallow all twelve inches. I gagged, yet
persevered, determined to please him.

“Oh, God, yes!” shouted Zelda. She rode a
hairy beast while another impaled her anus, his cock thrusting
deeply. A third Sasquatch fed her his penis, the length choking
her.

“Gggrrooaaarrrr…” Bubba held his rigid staff,
rubbing the globular end, while Leslie waited for him to cum. He
groaned and squirted, streams of near-white fluid dousing her face.
She held out her tongue, but most of it splashed out of her mouth
and poured to her breasts. Wild spurts coated her face, forcing her
to close her eyes. The amount of jizz these creatures produced was
overwhelming. I’d once swallowed all of it and vomited afterwards.
Bubba, having emptied himself, groaned and collapsed to the pelt,
his huge belly heaving.

Leslie dripped with semen, but black hands
grabbed her, and a cock slid into her mouth, while an ape took her
from behind. “Oh, God!” she gasped. “These dirty boys! Fuck me, you
filthy apes!”

Dale’s ragged breathing alerted me to the
fact that he was getting close to release. His fingers gripped my
hips, as he fucked me harder, his balls smacking my pussy.

“Whhhooaarrr…!” he howled, thrusting and
stiffening, releasing a torrent of semen, which poured out of me
and ran down my inner thighs.

Not to be outdone, Leonard grunted and
pointed his cock at my face. “Porsche! Gooood!” The gap opened, and
a spurt of salty fluid jetted, catching me in the face. I closed my
eyes to avoid the rest, which felt like a fire hose had been
discharged. “Grrroooaarrr…” The cream dripped from my nose, lips,
and breasts. I shivered, feeling cold and sticky.

Leslie handed me a rag. “Thanks.”

“They’re fully loaded tonight.”

“Ya think?”

She laughed, “We look like drowned rats.”

“Ugh. The stuff gets so itchy when it dries.”
To my surprise, the younger Sasquatch, Rusty, who had never
participated in our mating rituals before, shuffled over, looking
eager, yet slightly confused. I glanced at Leslie. “What’s going
on?”

She shrugged. “I’ve no idea.”

Leonard and Dale lit a pipe, sharing the
cannabis, while watching with lidded eyes. They sat together,
leaning into each other for support. It was thrilling and naughty
to know that I had satisfied two enormously endowed and horny
beasts. As the drum pounded out an ancient rhythm, I found myself
in a peculiar situation. Rusty shuffled nearer, the length of his
pink cock fully exposed. The baby-faced Sasquatch dripped
profusely, wetting his own fur.

“Maybe it’s time to pop someone’s cherry,”
murmured Leslie.

“I guess so.” This naughty thought had me
tingling. “Who gets the honors?”

“You do. He’s such a baby. You should feed
him your boobs.”

“Leslie! That’s so bad.”

She shrugged. “Hey, why not?”

“You have milk. You feed him yours.”

“They love the blondes best of all.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yeah it is. Go fuck Rusty. He’s practically
salivating over you.”

I glanced at Leonard, and he grunted his
approval, inhaling from the pipe, while his hand rested on his
hairy belly. Dale stared at the fire; his expression was one of
satiation and ennui. My lovers were relaxed and happy, but I was
ready for more, not having achieved orgasm yet. Zelda had two cocks
in her, the sounds of their grunts and groans competing with the
drums. The shaft in her mouth suddenly erupted, and the Sasquatch
cried out with pleasure.

Rusty, young and eager, shuffled towards me,
his black eyes flashing. He sat on the pelt. “Do you have something
for me?” He lifted his chin and purred. “Are you sure you’re ready
for this, you bad boy?” He nodded enthusiastically. I crawled over
the plush fur and knelt before him, taking his face in my hands.
“Will you be a good boy for mamma?” He began to pant, his pink
tongue hanging out of his mouth. I laughed, “You’re so cute.” I had
never deflowered a Sasquatch before, yet the thrill of the
challenge was not lost on me. I suspected we were both going to
have a really good time. He grasped me suddenly, kissing me,
forcing his tongue into my mouth. “Whoa, cowboy. Easy.” I kissed
him softly, the way I preferred it, and he copied me by tempering
his approach. His furry arms went around my back, drawing me
in.

“Gggrrrrooooaaarrr…” he threw back his head
and howled into the night.

This was met with grunts and animalistic
shouts from the tribe. Their hearty approval of our mating spurred
me on. Rusty’s hands cupped my breasts, squeezing the nipples,
which leaked milk. “You can have some, if you want.” He met my
stare and smiled, bearing huge teeth. “Just don’t bite.” I pushed
his nose to emphasize my point. “Okay?”

He nodded eagerly. “No bite,” he rasped.

“Oh, fuck me, you filthy apes!” shouted
Zelda. She groaned and shuddered, her body finding release at the
ends of two enormous cocks, which filled both her holes. The
Sasquatch in her ass suddenly stiffened, pouring his seed into her
anal cavity. “Yes! Oh, God…yes…”

Rusty closed his lips around a nipple and
suckled, making me squirt into his mouth. My boobs tingled and
throbbed with fullness, the release of milk feeling heavenly. The
let-down reflex always relaxed me, and I sighed and leaned into
him, while his arm went around me, holding me close. His face was
pressed to my chest, his fur soft and warm. He released my nipple,
yet it continued to squirt, catching him in the face, droplets of
milk falling from his fuzz. He held out his tongue to capture more.
Then he suckled the other nipple and gulped down copious amounts of
fluid. I threaded my fingers through his hair, relishing the
thickness of his fur.

“Oh, Rusty.”

There was something in the tone of my voice
that bothered Leonard, because he grumbled unhappily. He sat there
growling, but I ignored him and focused on my young lover, who had
a slightly smaller cock than the other Sasquatches, because he
wasn’t full-grown yet. Leslie sat with Bubba, rubbing his belly,
making him grunt. Zelda rode the Bigfoot beneath her, while another
prodded her anus with his dripping tool.

I wrapped my hand around Rusty’s cock. “Do
you have a present for mamma?” He snorted in reply, his mouth full
of my milk. I pulled myself from him. “That’s enough now. I have to
save some for Lendal.” His midnight feeding was drawing near. I
pushed against Rusty’s chest, and he fell to the pelt. Leaning over
him, I smiled, feeling like the seductress I was. “Do you want me
to suck your cock?”

“Yes,” he rasped, nodding vigorously. “Suck
Rusty.”

Leonard murmured his disapproval, while smoke
drifted out of his nostrils. “Oh, hush, you. You never had any
problems sharing me before.” He grunted in reply. Once they had
smoked the cannabis, they would forage the forest in search of food
to satisfy their hunger, the silly beasts.

I closed my lips around Rusty, and he groaned
in response. His pre-cum slid down my throat, and I gagged; there
was so much of it. Black fingers dove into my hair, holding my
scalp, while I suckled the rounded tip. He groaned over and over,
the sound echoing far and wide.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me you horny beasts!” cried
Zelda. “Fuck me!”

A third Sasquatch fed her his cock. This was
our drummer, which explained the sudden silence. He wanted to join
the festivities, enjoying the hospitality of her mouth, among other
things.

“Grrooaarrr…” murmured Rusty. His tongue hung
over his bottom lip, pleasure etched into his features.

I sucked him as aggressively as I could,
making noisy slurping sounds. He smelled deliciously musky, and he
tasted tangy. Pleasuring him had excited me to near distraction, my
pussy throbbing. Creamy sludge poured out of me, wetting the
insides of my thighs. I had been aroused now for nearly an hour
without satisfaction, and, taking the initiative, I straddled my
young lover and lowered onto his hardness.

“Oh, God, Rusty!”

He wasn’t as long as Leonard or Dale, which
made the ride even nicer. I thrust my hips back and forth, filling
my silken tunnel with his monster cock. He groaned and gasped,
clearly enjoying the feel of his first pussy.

“Oh, yes…it’s so good.” This announcement was
met with Leonard’s grumbling, the irritated ape glaring at me. “Oh,
stop it. You know I love you.” He growled in response.

Dale watched us while stroking his cock,
which had sprung back to life. I took Rusty without mercy, driving
low and fast, enjoying myself on him. My fingers dug into the
matted fur of his belly, while my breasts jiggled invitingly. His
hands cupped my abundant flesh; squeezing the nipples and making
them squirt in thin streams. He didn’t seem to mind being showered
with milk.

“Oh…God…oh…my-fucking-God!” I rubbed against
him in such a way that my engorged clit buzzed with urgency. My
breasts bounced with the motion of my hips, the milk continuing to
douse Rusty; tiny droplets glistened in his fur. The horny Bigfoot
didn’t care at all, his hips thrusting upwards, filling me, over
and over.

“Good, Porsche! Rusty likes Porsche!” Leonard
growled at this announcement.

I wasn’t going to be able to hold off the
orgasm, because it had already gathered the necessary energy to
boomerang, flooding me with sensation. I threw my head back and
gasped, “Oh, shit! Oh, holy-fucking-shit!” I shuddered over Rusty,
compressing his young cock with the walls of my vagina. Waves of
euphoria crashed over me, the pleasure so intense, sparks exploded
behind my eyelids. “Ooohhh…”

“Cum all over me!” shouted Zelda. “Fuck me
with that cock!”

I collapsed on Rusty, exhausted and
blissfully sated. I could feel his heart pounding against his
ribcage. His penis was wedged inside of me, throbbing and hard. He
squirmed his way out from under me and grabbed my hips, bringing me
to my knees. With one thrust, he was buried deep, his balls
brushing against my pussy.

“Good…good!” he cried, and plunged. “Rusty
likes Porsche.”

Leonard mumbled his objection through a haze
of marijuana smoke. I gripped the pelt, bracing myself, as a horny
Sasquatch used me for his pleasure. The young buck fucked with a
stamina that was exhilarating and awe-inspiring. I struggled to
keep up; the rutting was sharp and repetitive.

“Oh, wow!”

The raw power of the lovemaking had me
gasping and panting, my boobs swinging back and forth and crushing
together violently. With each thrust, he seemed to ram my cervix,
which in turn brought fresh bursts of arousal to my throbbing and
swollen pussy. How much longer would he be able to keep this up? It
shocked me, but I could feel another orgasm building. The tingling
edges of release drew near, and as I clutched the fur, I held on
for the ride of my life.

“Porsche!” groaned Rusty, his voice sounding
pained.

“Omigod! Fuck me, you dirty boy! Fuck me!”
The incessant pounding brought me to the brink. My body strained
with tension. My nerve endings screamed from the abuse, yet they
wanted more. “Harder! Fuck me harder! I’m so close.”

“Whoooaaarrrr…” Rusty roared, sounding like
the beast he was, while his fingers dug into my hips, his cock
slamming into me.

“Oh, no, oh-God-oh-fuck-me-God,” I cried, the
pleasure so intense, I nearly bit my tongue. He stiffened then,
jetting his cum into my pussy, the fluid so abundant, it poured
down my inner thighs. The smell of semen lingered in the air, tart
and musky. “Oh, God.” The orgasm seemed to ebb and flow yet never
end. It was like a rolling earthquake, rising and falling, over and
over. He drove in and out, allowing me to enjoy every second of the
bliss that he’d incited. I collapsed onto the pelt, utterly
spent.