Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story

by Virginia Wade

  “Whooaarrr…”

  He continued to drive deep, moving in sinuous strokes that felt so good; I clamped my lips together to prevent a moan. My clit was at his mercy, being pushed by his nose, while he toyed with my bottom. The saliva acted as lubrication, allowing for easy insertion, as he slid effortlessly into the tight bands of muscles. I flung my head against the pelt, feeling shattered. My control had gone completely, and I didn’t want to fight the monster who was determined to seduce me. My hands rested on top of his head, my fingers threaded through his scalp, feeling the heat coming off him.

  “Oohh…no…no…stop…no…”

  He rumbled deep in his chest, yet continued the seduction, while massaging with rough persistence. He wiggled around and around, a feeling so indescribably good, I began to shudder, my tummy clenching with the orgasm that was on the verge of exploding. The finger in my ass thrust gently, bringing with it a sweet pressure that helped to escalate the impending climax. Grasping at his fur, I dug my fingertips into his scalp and screamed; the sound echoed off the walls. Never in my life had an orgasm been this intense before.

  “Ooohh…my…ooohhh…no…”

  Waves of pleasure burst out of me, shaking me to the core. I collapsed to the pelt, closing my eyes, my body drifting down slowly from the intensity of the sensation. His tongue lapped at my juices, tasting me, eating me. I turned my head, not wanting to look at the thing that had just given me the most amazing orgasm ever.

  Porsche was right. They do know how to please a woman. Oh…boy.

  He shifted; the sound of something large moving had me glancing up curiously. I gasped. “Omigod!”

  The most enormous looking penis hovered over my face, dripping with a clear-like fluid. The cock was pinkish in color and laced with hidden veins that pulsed with blood. The two huge ball sacs that hung beneath were devoid of hair. They looked heavy and full.

  Oh, my fucking God! Does he want me to suck that?

  He gripped his meat, massaging the engorged tip. I didn’t want to witness this, but I was morbidly fascinated by the sheer size of it. It had to be longer than a foot. It was cleaved, with a small black slit that expelled a thin river of fluid. His thumb worked over the top, massaging in expert fashion. He pointed it at my mouth, the musky smelling flesh touching my lips. I should have turned away, but I was mesmerized by what he was doing. Masturbating obviously pleased him, considering the hooded look of his eyes. He groaned, pushing against my lips, wetting me with the salty fluid. I surprised myself by sticking out my tongue, gliding it across the bulbous crown.

  “Good,” he rasped. “Good.”

  He slid into my mouth, letting me feel the heated, throbbing mass. I didn’t want to, but I sucked, which made him groan. The creature refrained from forcing himself down my throat. It astounded me how something that long and thick would even fit. He was happy to have his cock sucked, which was something I could do without too much effort. The continued release of pre-cum slid down my esophagus. It was mildly pungent, a little like a salty margarita.

  “Good…good…pretty girl…” He suddenly pulled free and aimed at the fire. “Grrooaarrr…”

  He spurted several thick streams of whitish fluid in a graceful arc. I sat up to watch, marveling at the amount that gushed, dousing the flames. A plume of smoke drifted upwards, bringing with it a strange aroma, like seaweed burning, or the way clothing smelled after a day at the beach. I supposed I should be grateful that he hadn’t wet me with it. I stared at him with trepidation, wondering what he planned next. The ape dropped to the pelt and grabbed me.

  “No!”

  “Grrooaarrr…me sleep. Me tired.”

  He pulled me to him, nearly smothering me in itchy fur. The storm howled outside, bringing with it freezing temperatures and snow. But, we were comfortable in the cave, because of the heat and the furry blankets. There was food and water, if I wanted it. I’d just had the most incredible orgasm, and I was snuggled into the heated body of a prehistoric creature. I watched as his chest rose and fell with his breathing, staring at the hairy curve of his jaw. He moved his lips, flicking out a tongue. It disappeared quickly. An enormous hand fell to my tummy, massaging me possessively. He seemed to sense my attention, and one eye opened to stare at me. Something mysterious flared in the inky depths of that look.

  “You my girl.” His tone was low and gravelly.

  Oh, holy shit. I’ve turned into my sister!

  Chapter Three

  I woke in the early hours of the morning, snuggled in fur blankets, with the arm of a Sasquatch around me. The fire had died out, the smell of charred wood lingering. The storm had subsided, and only the sound of birds disturbed the peace. I took a moment to reassess what had happened to my life, realizing that nothing would ever be the same again. I had just lived through a strange and confusing horror, which, surprisingly, hadn’t been all that terrible. My sister’s house probably wasn’t far from here. A rescue team had to be searching for me. Mike was an experienced forest ranger with knowledge and expertise in this area.

  “Grrooommmm…” Pooky shifted, pressing something hard and wet into my back.

  I closed my eyes, while a sinuous little buzz blazed in my nether regions. I was going to try not to think about what he had done to me the night before. Holding still and barely breathing, I pretended to sleep. It was incredibly difficult, because his cock was between my legs, rubbing back and forth over my slit. With each pass, the rounded tip grazed my clit. I bit my lip, willing my mind to think of something else, something unpleasant, like the anxiety of the first day of school, or getting an F on an exam, or a speeding ticket. With every stroke, I got wetter and wetter, whether it was from his pre-cum or my juices, I wasn’t sure. The hairy son of a bitch knew exactly what he was doing! Being as large and powerful as he was, he could be extraordinarily gentle, not pushing too hard, or hurting me in any way.

  “Ggrrooaarr…”

  His lips nipped my neck, a tongue flicking out and wetting me. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to look at him. He nibbled on an earlobe, which sent a rush of tingles down my back. I didn’t want to, but I lifted my leg a little, giving him greater access to my pussy, which he took full advantage of by sliding a finger into the dampness. His thumb landed directly over my nub, rubbing the engorged lump, while he drove in and out of my swollen folds.

  “Oh…ooohh…no…”

  It was mortifying that I had given in so easily. I didn’t want to end up being some monster’s concubine. I wished it didn’t feel so good. No wonder Porsche stayed in the forest for years. I recalled something she had said. “They have orgies almost every night.” Oh, my God! Somewhere there was an entire tribe of horny Sasquatches who knew exactly how to please women. Oh…my…wow.

  Pooky suddenly slid deep inside, spearing my eighteen-year-old pussy with that gigantic shaft. There wasn’t any discomfort, only an incredible fullness, which after the shock wore off, slowed the threatening orgasm, pushing it aside momentarily. He’d taken his thumb off my clit, grasping my hip instead, and thrust into me from behind.

  “Good…girl…” he rasped.

  He suddenly slid free, leaving wetness on my inner thighs. Then he gently pushed me to my stomach, straddling me, prodding my silken slit with the tip of his monster cock. He reamed me with solid, mind-blowing thrusts, driving inward and retreating. The sensation of something that large was wildly stimulating. The pleasure was so intense, so thorough, the threatening orgasm materialized again, bringing with it an army of tingles. I thought about sliding my hand to my pussy, but it wasn’t necessary. I buried my face in the pelt and shuddered, losing myself to intense contractions that sent my senses spiraling into a pool of liquid pleasure.

  “Oh…my-fucking-God!” I involuntarily thrust my ass up, taking him in deeper. “Ooohhh…shit…”

  “You like Pooky. You like me,” he grated, sounding winded. His thrusts were harsher now, but there wasn’t any pain. He slid effortlessly, our combined fluids allowing for ample lub
rication. “You my girl. My girl!” He buried himself as far as he could, releasing a mighty river of semen that gushed between my thighs. “Whhooaarrr…”

  He drove in and out, enjoying every second of pleasure my pussy afforded, before pulling free and collapsing next to me. Exhausted, and slightly chilled, I rolled into him, his arm going around me. I drifted into unconsciousness, not caring that I had to pee or that I was drenched in sticky jizz. A while later, the smell of fish grilling woke me. The cavern was warm from a roaring fire.

  I sat up, tossing tangled hair over my shoulder. “I gotta pee.”

  He grunted. “We wash. But eat first. Here.” He held out his hand, which was filled with fish. “Eat.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You drink this.” He gave me a tin cup. “Warm water.”

  “T-thanks.” I wasn’t surprised by his consideration. What astounded me was my own reaction. Why did he suddenly look a lot…cuter? How was that possible? There was something appealing about the way his messy fur fell around his face, and the little gleam in his eye, whenever he cast a sideways glance at me, which was often.

  He watched me, waiting for me to eat. “Good?”

  I nibbled on the fish. It was delicious. “Yeah. It’s good.”

  He flashed ferocious looking teeth, in what I assumed was a Sasquatch smile. Little snorts escaped him, as he worked around the fire, adding sticks and better positioning the burning ones. He sounded like a child making happy noises while playing. We watched each other openly, his eyes skimming over my boobs, which were partially hidden behind long strands of hair. His hulking mass moved with a natural grace, his fingers were surprisingly dexterous, capable and quick. In those brief, inquisitive flashes, it occurred to me that he was a lot smarter than he let on. His speech was rough, and his vocabulary seemed limited, but he was far from stupid. He knew exactly what he was doing, the hairy little shit.

  “You drink your water. We swim soon.” He seemed to remember something, his eyes widening as he stared at me. “What’s your name?”

  “Lena.”

  “Lena.” He grinned. “Lena. Me like that name.”

  It sounded bizarre coming from his lips. “Thanks.”

  “You good?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Take the fur with you. We go get clean now.” He stood, his head nearly meeting up with the ceiling of the cave. “I carry you.”

  “Um…I guess.” Escape wasn’t on the agenda at the moment. I would contemplate running after I used the bathroom. My bladder felt like it was going to explode.

  He draped the fur around my shoulders and picked me up, holding me close to his warmth. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, holding on, while he stepped from the cave into the blinding light of morning. A short walk later, he set me down, letting me stand on the tops of his feet. He took the pelt and flung it over a branch. Then he held me, taking me with him into steaming water that looked utterly inviting.

  “Oh, this is nice.” I was engulfed in heat, floating in the protective arms of my Sasquatch.

  “Ggrrooarrr…” he purred roughly.

  The trees were draped in fluffy blankets of white, creating a calm, dreamlike environment. The hot spring was placid and dark; my feet could not touch the bottom. Pooky stood easily, the water reaching his neck. Snow-covered boulders surrounded us, giving the pool ample privacy and shelter from the wind.

  “You swim?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Good.”

  He let me go of me to dunk his head under. He washed his face, his fingers scrubbing inside his mouth and ears. I dog-paddled in the middle, waiting for him to finish, and, when he was done, I swam to him and held on to his shoulders. He licked my face.

  “Stop that.”

  His arm closed around my back, and he pulled me close, his mouth was near my ear. He began to purr, the sound rumbling in his chest. It was strange, yet soothing. “You my girl.”

  “No.”

  “Yes. You stay with me.”

  “I have to go home.”

  “You are home.”

  Good God. Was this the brainwashing method they used with Porsche? How could I resist the persuasive power of incredible sex, the comfort and safety of furry arms, and the irresistible charm of a roguish ape? If I didn’t get out of here soon, I’d be in big trouble.

  “I have to go home, Pooky.”

  “Ggrrooaarrr…”

  “You’re such a blockhead.” There was no sense in arguing. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.

  We returned to the cave shortly, where I got dressed. I didn’t have shoes, which was inconvenient. Pooky gathered the pelts and the tin cup and hid them at the back in a dark nook, which was interesting. I assumed the Sasquatches knew this cave well and used it often as a refuge. Then he urinated on the fire to extinguish the last of the flames. The smell was disgusting, so I stood outside, soaking my socks through with melting snow. I shivered, staring at the forest, knowing that, even if I tried to escape, I would freeze within ten minutes.

  He hadn’t hid all the pelts. One was suddenly around my shoulders. “Thanks.” He lifted me into his arms. I felt a moment of irrational hope. “Are you taking me to the house?”

  “No. We find the tribe.”

  Oh, shit!

  During the next few hours, I was held in various positions, while my kidnapper strode through the forest on sturdy, muscular legs. I hung on to his back, I sat on his shoulders, and I was in his arms. I was capable of walking, but, without shoes, it was foolhardy, considering the threat of frostbite. Not once did I hear a rescue helicopter, which was worrisome. Why hadn’t Mike or Porsche found me yet? Were they even searching for me at all? Was this my sister’s idea of a joke? Had she arranged my kidnapping? Dozens of thoughts flitted through my mind at various times during the day. As we hiked further from civilization, my hopes of rescue began to diminish. The incline increased, and I clung to Pooky, hanging on for dear life, while he trudged up the steep ridge of a mountain. The ape’s labored breathing resounded in my ears. He’d exhausted himself today. How much longer could he go on?

  Serves him right. He could have taken me home and saved himself the trouble.

  The sun had set, resulting in plummeting temperatures. When would this ordeal be over? My arms were killing me from trying to hold on to him. I was getting sick of it. Movement up ahead caught my attention. I gasped. Standing on a rocky ledge were two Bigfoots!

  “Whooaarrr…” bellowed Pooky. The sound echoed into the ravine below.

  “Gggrooaarr…” was the answer.

  A nervous sweat broke out on my forehead. I was about to meet the tribe.

  Chapter Four

  Pooky seemed determined to reach the ledge; his breath came out in a series of painful sounding wheezes. He trembled beneath me; his strength had been pushed to its limits.

  A woman with long dark hair suddenly appeared. “Porsche?” She looked confused. “Wait a minute. That’s not Porsche. Pooky, what have you done? Where’d you get that girl?” Her hands were on her hips. She wore pants and boots, with a heavy jacket.

  “This is…” he rasped. “Porsche’s…sister.”

  He set me down, my feet finding cold rock. I shivered, because Pooky’s body had kept me warm and now frigid air seeped through my sweater. The two Sasquatches eyed me with interest, sniffing, taking in my scent.

  “He kidnapped me.”

  She pursed her lips. “You stupid ape.” Her features softened when she looked at me. “I’m Zelda, honey. I know your sister pretty well. I’m sorry this Neanderthal took you. It’s sorta in their nature. All their brains are in their dicks.” Pooky grunted, disagreeing with her, and then he doubled over, wheezing. “And he took you without a jacket or boots.” She shook her head, clearly not impressed. “Come inside before you catch your death. What’s your name?”

  “Lena.”

  She glared at Pooky. “You’re just asking for trouble, buddy.”

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  “I gotta get outta here. I need to go home.”

  “We have a satellite phone. I’ll call for help, but more weather’s heading our way.”

  It seemed I was stuck here for the foreseeable future. “Great.”

  The front part of the cave was dark and empty, with a musty smell that clung to my clothing. The gray ceilings held indentations, which were probably home to hundreds of bats. My socks were black from the grime on the floor, which was an inch thick. We walked towards light, following a narrow corridor that had openings on either side, revealing large, naturally made chambers. The Sasquatches followed us, including Pooky; his raspy breathing was amplified in the closed space. I glanced over my shoulder and shivered. The light in their eyes was interested and…predatory.

  Torches blazed at intervals, revealing a painted ceiling. Thousands of years ago someone had decorated the cave with primitive images of animals and hunters carrying spears. Warm air suddenly hit me. The source of the heat was up ahead.

  “You’re about to meet the natives,” said Zelda. “They’ll be surprised to see you. You sure do look a lot like your sister.”

  “I was at her house when he took me.”

  “I figured that. I know you’re freaking out and scared, but they’re not gonna hurt you, honey. They’re just trying to propagate the species.”

  I thought about this morning and how Pooky had taken me, dousing me with sperm. “Oh, my God. If I’m pregnant, I’ll die. I’m not giving birth to a fucking ape.”

  “Most pregnancies don’t stick. Don’t worry about it right now. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

  “I can’t believe this.” My shoulders dropped. “Fuck my life.”

  “You can curse all you want if it makes you feel better. I started off just like you. I’d been hitchhiking, and they snagged me from the road. Your sister was in your position. Look how she turned out. She comes and goes. She’s not a hostage. Nothin’ bad’s happened to her.”

  “She was kidnapped for years before they let her go.”