Virginia Wade - Cum For Bigfoot

“Where are you going?”

“I might’ve heard the word hot spring.”

“Well, have a good time.” Her expression betrayed irritation.

“I’m sure we will,” I giggled.

Harry had come up behind her, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulders. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I think he wants you to join us.”

She smacked his back, pounding on him with all her might and kicking. “Put me down, you fucking ape!”

Zelda waved to us, grinning. “Have fun, ladies. I’ll keep the home fires burning. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“Oh, shit! Put me down, you jackass!”

We were whisked into the forest, leaving behind the tribe, who didn’t seem to care that we had abandoned them. Even Pooky looked resigned to be left out of whatever entertainment Leonard and Harry had planned. The walk to the hot spring was short, the slightly rancid smell of sulfur lingering in the air. It was an aroma that didn’t bother me as much anymore, and, luckily, it would not linger on my skin, either that or I had grown immune to it.

Leonard set me on my feet near the edge. “I can walk, you know. You didn’t have to drag me out here.”

“Get in.”

“You first.”

He threw his leg over an embankment of rocks, sinking into the water. Turning, he held out his arms. “Come.”

I stepped out of my shorts and t-shirt, leaving them on a rock. “Okey-dokey.” I glanced at Leslie.

She looked less than pleased. “Let’s have a swim. No harm in a swim, is there?”

“Don’t touch me.” Harry had brushed against her on his way into the water. The pink tip of his cock poked through matted clumps of fur. She put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “I see where this is going. You’re not romancing me off my feet, Casanova. Forget it.” Leslie lifted the t-shirt over her head. “I’ll swim, but that’s it.”

I waded towards Leonard. “It’s nice in here.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

Leonard caught me, dragging me to him. His heated breath fanned my face, while his hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Slinky waves of arousal created pleasurable tingles in my belly. He knew exactly where to touch me to set off an internal firestorm. A firm, thick finger slid over my pussy.

“Oh, Leonard.”

“Gggrrrr…”

The only source of light was the moon overhead, which gave off a soft glow, but it was hardly efficient. Shrouded in darkness, crickets and other strange noises came from the surrounding trees.

The dull, thudding resonance of drums echoed in the distance. It was a nearly perfect night, with stars twinkling between the branches. Being with Leonard like this was why I longed for the woods whenever I went home.

Leslie waded past Harry, but he grabbed her, snatching her in his arms. “Stop!” She struggled for a moment, but he overpowered her, drawing her near.

“Pretty woman,” he rasped.

“Dumb ape.”

I wrapped my arms around Leonard’s neck. “They don’t like each other very much.”

“They good couple.”

I wished I could see his face better. The fur blended in with the darkness, making him look like a thick, black shadow. “You’re crazy.”

“They crazy. Watch them.” He nudged my cheek with his nose. “They good together.”

“If you say so.”

“Ouf! God! I hate these apes. I should pack up and head home. You’d take care of Wolfie, right?”

“He’s too young to be alone. He needs his mother.”

“You’re not helping, Porsche.”

“Sorry.”

She was in Harry’s arms, being held in the water, while he nibbled on her neck. “Don’t.”

“Gggrrrr…”

“Moron.”

He was persistent in licking and nibbling on her. She struggled in his arms, and he grasped her face, pressing his lips to hers. Most Bigfoots would never thrust their entire tongues into a woman’s mouth, as they were far too long and thick. A small portion was more than enough. Leslie’s resolve seemed to weaken, as she succumbed to his seduction. The kiss intensified, the ape groaning noisily in response.

“See,” murmured Leonard. “They good.”

“I guess so.” His finger had entered me, twisting and moving inside. “Oh, Leonard.”

“You good too.” His purring filled my ears. “You my good Porsche.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling it swell from the touch, expanding even further.

“Whatcha gonna do with this, big boy?” He growled in response, lifting me out of the water. “Oh!” I found myself on a rock, which was slightly flattened and ideal to sit on. Water poured from Leonard, as his hands rested on my knees. I leaned on my elbows, eyeing him. “What’s your plan?” My grin was saucy.

“Me eat pretty Porsche,” he growled throatily.

I lay back, while he neared, his hot breath lingering on my mound. Leslie and Harry were in the water kissing still, but I could hardly focus on them after a thick tongue dipped into my silken orifice.

My fingers drove through his fur, feeling the heat of his scalp.

“Oh, Leonard.”

His nose pressed against my clitoris, sending spasms of pleasure through me. I’d begun to tingle everywhere; even my toes had curled under. I glanced at the stars above my head, marveling at how numerous they were. It was eerily quiet now, save for the crickets. Even the drums had ceased. I detected the sound of water lapping against the stones enclosing the pool.

The persistent, invasive seeking of Leonard’s tongue felt utterly delicious, creating shivers of pleasure that centered in my womanhood. I had been thoroughly primed, sodden by my own juices and his, and ready for more of what he offered.

I reached for him. “Oh, Leonard…please.”

“Whoooaaarrr…”

I glanced at Leslie, who was in Harry’s grips, being thoroughly kissed. They didn’t seem to want to take it further at the moment, enjoying the slow path to seduction. But…I needed something more from Leonard, and he was just the Sasquatch to give it to me. He rose out of the water, exposing the jutting hardness of his cock. I grabbed for it, feeling a solid thickness. My back was to a rock, which wasn’t ideal, but my desire for him overcame these considerations.

He rubbed himself against me, sinking inwards slightly with each pass. I savored every second of the treatment, anticipating the moment when his huge shaft entered me completely. Leonard’s grunting indicated that he was not unaffected by the contact. Copious amounts of pre-cum saturated my velvety folds, dripping to the rock beneath my butt. With a guttural, animalistic grunt, he drove inwards, opening me considerably, as I took several inches worth of him. The feeling of fullness was indescribable, and always shocking, but I stretched to accommodate him, my legs closing around his sides. He was too large for my feet to meet, but I clung to him nonetheless, lifting my buttocks upwards to drive him in even further. His look was impassioned, as his eyes glinted with lust.

“Oh, my…God!”

“Ggggrrrr…”

The sounds of our union echoed into the forest. Movement caught my eye among some branches, and I detected a Bigfoot standing in the shadows watching. Another set of eyes glinted and then another. The other tribe had descended upon us, but they remained at a distance. It was mildly awkward knowing I had an audience, but this was typical of the apes, who enjoyed the art of the orgy and often. It was easy to ignore them, because Leonard stroked me expertly, sliding his cock in and out with ease.

“Ooohhh…Leonard…yes…yes!” I shuddered then, because he had pushed his finger over my nub, drawing over it in tiny circles. A rush of sensation gripped me, bringing forward the climax that had been teasing me for long minutes. “Oh! God! God! Fuck me!”