Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story
slightly, pushing and
retreating slowly, lubricating me with pre-cum. The orgasm that had
been threatening receded for the moment, but it still hung around
the edges, waiting to unleash its blissful rage.
    “Oh…you…dirty beasts.”
    “Good girl, Lena,” moaned Pooky. “You feel
nice.”
    “Omigod!”
    Archie had embedded fully, driving back and
forth. Pricks of discomfort registered, but they were quickly
replaced by the inklings of pleasure, which enticed me with the
promise of an enormous orgasm. The apes groaned, straining to fill
my holes with their monster cocks. Pooky’s ragged breathing
resounded off the cave walls, while Archie rasped and wheezed,
thrusting even deeper. I could feel his huge balls slapping against
my pussy. Once or twice they even hit my inner thighs.
    “Good…good…whoooaaaaaarrrr…”
    Pooky stiffened, a look of pain transformed
his face, and then a torrent of fluid gushed, filling me to
capacity. The rest poured out, dousing him thoroughly. He was
buried deep, his cock slowly diminishing. This, coupled with
Archie’s efforts, sent me over the edge, trembling from the
onslaught of hundreds of mini convulsions.
    “Oooohhhh…shit…” The orgasm took over my
entire pelvic region, which tingled with pleasure. “Oh, my God. Oh,
my God.” I collapsed on top of Pooky, feeling his heart pounding
against my chest.
    Archie took his time, driving further with
each push. He was in no rush to cross the finish line. After
Pooky’s phallus fell free, he grabbed my hips and used me for his
pleasure. The naughty ape drilled me with all twelve inches,
squeezing his balls against my pussy and groaning, as he jetted
measured spurts of Sasquatch semen deep inside my anal cavity. The
sheer volume of jizz was a worry, and it was not comfortable having
that much fluid in such an awkward place.
    “Whhooaarrr…”
    With each outward pull, more wetness escaped.
He seemed to enjoy every second he was inside of me, finally
sliding free. The large ape collapsed and fell asleep almost
instantly. Pooky lay on his back with his eyes closed. He didn’t
seem to mind the sperm on his tummy and thighs. The entire cavern
reeked of hot and dirty sex. Leslie snuggled next to Bubba, and Kat
and Dale were asleep. I could hear Zelda talking in the next
cavern, probably to Lendal. I found Leonard staring at me.
    “I have to use the bathroom,” I
whispered.
    He grunted in reply, grabbing a fur. “Come
with me.” He held the pelt before him. “Wear this.”
    I slid into the comfy boots. “Okay.” As I
stood, semen ran down my inner thighs. “Oh, gross.” This was
definitely the downside of having sex with a Sasquatch.
    He nodded. “You take a bath. You’ll be
better.”
    “I can’t wait.”
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    I followed the hulking Bigfoot out into the
cold night, holding the soft animal hide around me. My feet
crunched over a snow-covered path that looked like it had been
cleared somewhat recently. The trees were draped in white, their
branches hidden by snow and ice. The incandescent orb of the moon
shone above us. I shivered, as cold air reached my legs, which were
uncovered. Leonard stopped once or twice to make sure I was
following, and then he took my hand, the heat of him warming me
through the thick fur. His shoeless feet seemed to have no
difficulty with the freezing conditions.
    Steam rose from a heated spring up ahead.
Sasquatches enjoyed soaking in hot water, and for that, I was
grateful. The edges of the small pond were peppered with rocks,
some the size of boulders. Privacy was afforded by pine trees,
which closed in around us. Leonard waded into the water, submerging
to the waist. He held out his hands.
    “Well, here goes.” I stepped from the boots
and flung the fur over a low branch. “How hot is it?”
    “Perfect,” he all but purred.
    I was about to get to know my sister’s love a
lot better. I didn’t want to upset her, but I hardly had a choice
in the matter, since

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