Free Cum For Bigfoot 13 by Virginia Wade

Chapter One
     
     
     
    I had never had so much sex in my life!
Leonard and Archie and I had been living in a tropical cave for
days now, after an attack by Bigfoot hunters. My routine lately
consisted of sex, bathing, more sex, eating, and lying around in
the snuggly arms of my Sasquatch lovers. The tribe had been forced
to separate, and I had found myself with Leonard, which wasn’t an
accident. He was sweet on me because I looked like my older sister
Porsche. She was at her new house with Daisy and her husband Mike,
while I was stuck out in the wilderness known as the rugged and
formidable Cascade Mountains.
    I lay between Leonard and Archie who were on
their backs snoring softly, their furry tummies rising and falling.
We had engaged in a favorite Sasquatch activity: sex, and the
beasts were tired. Semen had dried all over my belly, and it was
beginning to itch. I got to my feet, naked, and emerged from
beneath a canopy of trees, which stretched out for a distance in a
long, rectangular pattern. Archie had discovered the cave, which
looked like an enclosed greenhouse. The ceiling had an opening, a
ragged length of rock that let in the sun and rain, which
encouraged the growth of the trees and grass. The oasis was warm,
being heated from beneath by a hot spring.
    I hadn’t worn clothes in days; my things were
in a pile somewhere. The next chamber was cavernous, reaching up
hundreds of feet. Thin, cone-shaped stalactites pointed downwards
from the ceiling, while columns of stalagmites grew upwards,
creating a bizarre landscape that resembled what living on another
planet might look like. I ventured through the chamber, listening
to the howl of the wind outside. At the other end, I climbed
through a tight passageway that led to another room with a deep
pool of water that had been carved out of gray rock. It was
incredibly humid, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. My
long, blonde hair had been a curly, tangled mess since I had
arrived, the moisture keeping it as frizzy as possible. Not having
seen a mirror since my captivity, I was oblivious to vanity, not
caring about makeup, zits, shaving my legs or using soap. Being
with the Sasquatches was freeing. I had hated it at first, missing
my parents, my friends, and the outside world, but, as the days had
progressed, another way of life had presented itself.
    A source of daylight beneath the water
provided illumination, as reflections bounced off the rocks,
showering the ceiling with splashes of light. A small, waterlogged
tunnel led to an outer hot spring, but I hadn’t gathered up the
courage to investigate, although the apes had swum to the other
side often. They fished nearby, returning with armfuls of salmon
every day, thus keeping us remarkably well fed. The water was
drinkable, and I cupped my hands, taking a sip. Then I jumped in,
scrubbing myself clean and rinsing my hair. When I finished, I sat
on the edge, leaving my legs in the water, while I untangled
lengthy tresses. I spent most mornings this way, staring at the
walls and thinking about what had become of my life. I wasn’t
unhappy with my situation, but I knew I could not live this way
indefinitely. A short while later, I climbed through the tight
passageway and emerged on the other side.
    I’d forgone the use of a flashlight, because
our batteries were running low and we needed to preserve them. Dark
corners were hidden in mystery, yet the greenish light from the
next room gave off enough illumination to guide my way. I hadn’t
gone three steps when something grabbed me, lifting me off my
feet.
    “Shit!” It was a Sasquatch, but not the boys
I knew. “Let me go!”
    “Gggrrrooaarrr…”
    His hearty growl bounced off the walls. “What
the fuck!” I kicked and struggled, knowing that Leonard and Archie
would appear at any second to defend me. Who was this ape? He did
look slightly familiar…
    “Put her down, Tate,” said a female voice.
“All it takes is a naked girl, and they go apeshit.”