Virginia Wade - Cum For Bigfoot

“Oooommmmm…”

I was far too susceptible to this particular technique, and these lusty beasts knew it. I grabbed both shafts, licking one and then the other, until they were drenched in saliva. Clear-like fluid ran in tiny rivers from a small slit on each tip. My tongue wiped these away.

“Yes, Bubba! Yes!”

Tonight our leader had decided he would ride his lady from behind, thrusting deeply into her willing orifice. I hardly noticed, because I was busy with my boys. Bubba’s labored breathing sounded raspier than usual. A pair of hands grasped my hips, and I was lifted over Leonard, who held himself rigid. I found myself impaled on him, the hardness driving deep.

“Oh!”

I was so thoroughly aroused, that the contact was sloshy-wet. A firm finger toyed with my bottom.

Pooky used his pre-cum to lubricate the tiny hole, moving in and out, opening me gradually. I knew what these naughty apes intended, and I waited breathlessly, anticipating to be taken at the same time.

“Good, Porsche,” groaned Leonard. “Good.”

“Oh, my God, Bubba! What’s gotten into you tonight?” He reamed Leslie, working her vigorously, while grunting and wheezing deep in his chest. “You’re on fire, big boy!”

“Whooaaarrr…”

I hardly noticed, as I was about to be impaled by two hard cocks. Leonard sat up to kiss me, moving his soft, black lips over mine. Our tongues met and battled, while he lifted his hips, filling my silken portal with his slick, hard cock. I hadn’t had my period in two months, and I strongly suspected I was pregnant again. Mike and I had been careful, and, if I were pregnant, it would be a Sasquatch baby. The species rarely produced females, and human women were needed to continue the bloodline or else the creatures would face extinction. That was why I had been kidnapped to begin with.

“Oh, God! Fuck me harder, you dirty ape,” cried Leslie.

Bubba usually wasn’t as active at our orgies, but, this evening, he seemed to want to participate, giving his lady exactly what she needed: his massive cock. It was mildly alarming seeing him thus engaged, mostly because he was nearly twice the size of the other Sasquatches.

I braced myself for discomfort, as Pooky pressed the globular tip of his penis to my opening. He entered and retreated, sinking further with each push. I leaned into Leonard, his lips meeting mine, while monster cocks blissfully ravaged me. When the tip finally embedded, I groaned against my ape, engulfed in a pleasure-filled pain so intense, I sucked in a sharp breath. When Leonard pushed, Pooky withdrew, and vise versa, as they took turns working me. The pressure was such that I began to buzz in my core; the tingling was distracting and wonderful.

“Ooohhh…shit…oh, wow…”

“That’s it, Bubba. You can do it. Come for me, baby. Cum!”

Hands held my hips, while the grunting and moans of my lovers filled my ears. I wasn’t quiet either, gasping and moaning, while my body began to hum with the arrival of a shattering climax.

“Ooohh…God…fuck me!”

Pooky plunged repeatedly, his balls slapping against my pussy. He’d managed to get his entire shaft inside of me, buried to the hilt. I shuddered then, collapsing on Leonard’s chest, while dozens of convulsions left me trembling and exhausted. Pooky wheezed and groaned, sliding free and splashing wetness onto my bottom.

“Ggrrrooaaarrr…” he roared, dousing me with semen, the heated fluid turning cold quickly, as it poured down my thighs.

Leonard was iron hard inside of me. “Get up, Porsche.” I lifted myself from him. He rolled to his knees behind me, his hands on my hips. “Pretty ass.” He drove deep with a solid thrust, pounding on the door of my cervix. “Good,” he rasped. “Good. My Porsche. My girl.”

“Oh, yes, Bubba! I’m so close. Fuck me, you big ape. Fuck me!”

I grasped the pelt beneath me for stability, while Leonard worked himself to bliss, sliding in and out fluidly, until he groaned, stiffening. “Porsche!” He grunted, while finding release. Heated milk ran down my thighs in a musky river.

“Yes! Ooohh…yes!” Leslie moaned, while Bubba rasped, sounding strained.

Leonard fell to the ground spent, while Pooky lay on his back staring at the stars. A strange choking sound had us looking in Bubba’s direction. He had taken Leslie quite aggressively, driving himself inside of her, pleasuring them both, but his face had contorted, twisting unnaturally. As semen poured from her, he clutched his chest; his mouth was open, yet no sound came out.

“That was so nice, Bubba.”

I glanced at Leonard, who gazed at his leader with a questioning expression. Bubba was on his knees, but he seemed to sway then, his phallus separating from Leslie, releasing a torrent of sperm. He leaned precariously, tumbling onto his back, while his eyes remained open, staring at nothing in particular.

“Bubba?” Leslie leaned over him. “What’s wrong? What the fuck’s the matter with him?” She shook him. “Bubba? Honey, what’s wrong?”

Leonard and Pooky sprang to action. Pooky pressed his ear to his chest, but his expression was grave. The Sasquatches gestured and grunted, while staring at their leader. Their black eyes flashed with horror and sadness.

“Omigod!” Leslie got to her feet. “Do CPR or something! Holy fuck! Somebody do something!”

I wasn’t capable of performing the procedure on him, because I lacked the strength. I stared at Leslie, feeling horrible for her. “Oh, God, Leslie. I don’t know what we can do.”

“What’s going on?” Zelda approached. “What’s happened?”

“Please help him! He’s had a heart attack or something. Please.” Tears were in her eyes. “He needs help.”

“Stand back, guys. We gotta try CPR. He’s an awfully big ape.” She straddled him, pushing on his chest. “Someone breathe in his mouth!”

Leslie held his head back, and when Zelda compressed his ribcage, she blew air into his lungs. The two of them worked for long minutes, his chest rising and falling with oxygen, but he failed to regain consciousness. Zelda pressed her fingers to his neck. Leonard and Pooky watched; their eyes glistened with wetness.

“I’m so sorry, honey, but I think he’s gone.”

“This can’t be!” Leslie cried. “What happened?” She hugged her lover, as grief overtook her. He remained motionless, his blank eyes staring at the sky unseeing.

Zelda closed his eyelids. “He was a good ape. The best I’ve ever known.”

I placed a blanket around Leslie’s shoulders. “He must’ve had a heart attack.” Leonard and Pooky were oddly silent. This event had shocked everyone.

“I can’t believe this,” cried Leslie. “Bubba Jr. and Wolfie lost their daddy. How am I gonna explain that to them?” She rocked back and forth, the blanket falling from her shoulders. “What am I gonna tell them?”

“You can figure something out by morning,” said Zelda. “Let the boys sleep.”

“What happens now?” Leonard and Pooky began to walk away. “Where are they going?” I stared after them.

Zelda glanced at me. “They gotta dig a grave. He was a damn important ape. He was the leader of our group. Some changes are comin’. I don’t know exactly what this means for us. We sure lost a lot of members lately.”

“Leonard’s next in line,” I said. “Isn’t he?”

“I guess. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. It’s something those boys will have to work out.”

Leslie wept over the fallen corpse of her lover. I hugged her from behind. “I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t believe this. What am I gonna do now? What’ll happen to my kids?”

“The apes take care of their own, honey,” said Zelda. “You’re a part of the tribe. Your boys are Sasquatch royalty. You’ll be taken care of. Don’t worry about that at all.”