Kidnapped by Bigfoot

by Shaw Hart

  “Am I not going back there?”

  “No!” He growls, his voice firm.

  My nipples tighten at the sound and I have to press my thighs together to try to ease the ache I feel building at my center. Even at his admission that I’m not getting out of here, tonight at least, I still feel calm.

  I don’t want to leave Ezra. My body has never felt like this before and I want to explore it more. I might be a virgin but it wasn’t for any special kind of reason. I have a healthy interest in sex, maybe even a tiny bit of obsession with it. I think about it all of the time, even dream about it but I’ve just never found anyone who got me hot enough to actually act out any of these fantasies.

  All I can picture now is climbing Ezra like a tree. I want to rub myself against him like a cat in heat. He’s so big and I wonder if the size matches all over. My eyes trail over his wide chest to his waist and I lick my lips as I picture what could be hiding behind the zipper of his jeans.

  “You must be tired. Come on, I’ll take you to bed and get you a shirt to sleep in.”

  He takes one big step over to the couch and sweeps me up in his arms. I’m cradled against his chest as he takes the steps two at a time to the second floor. I try to take in as much of the cabin as I can but there isn’t much in the house besides furniture. He carries me down a wide hall and into a bedroom. He sets me down on the bed before he grabs me a t-shirt from the dresser in the corner.

  I take the shirt from him and stand up, wiggling out of my jean shorts before I start to pull off my shirt. Ezra’s hands tighten at his sides as I unhook my bra and slide his shirt over my head. It’s huge on me, hanging down almost to my knees. I’m tall for a girl, about 5’9” on a good day but next to Ezra, I feel small and feminine.

  “How tall are you?” I ask as I sit back on the bed.

  “7’ 4”.” He says as he starts to change his own clothes.

  I slip back further on the bed and keep my eyes on him, watching as he slips his shirt over his head before his hands reach for his belt buckle. His chest is wide and covered with hair and my eyes trail down after his hands. I look over his stomach, counting his abs. Jeez is that a 12 pack? Is that even possible??

  I lick my lips, leaning forward slightly as he pulls it from the loops. It’s like I’m in a trance and everything is happening in slow motion as he pops the button and tugs the zipper down. My teeth sink into my full bottom lip as he pulls his jeans open and slips them down his legs. He stands back up and my mouth pops open and my eyes widen as I take in the view before me.

  Strong, muscular legs lead up to a snug pair of black boxer briefs that are stretched to the limit. White lines cross the front and I realize that its semen. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip as my mouth starts to water at the sight. I want to taste him, to know what it feels like to have his length in my mouth, moving over my tongue and bumping the back of my throat.

  His big hands reach down to his boxers, cutting off my view as he adjusts himself and my eyes fly up to meet his. His eyes are heated and I’m sure that mine have just as much fire in them. He crosses the room and I skitter back on the mattress, eagerly making room for him. I only make it to the middle of the bed before he’s slipping in next to me. His hands wrap around me and the next thing I know, I’m tucked up firmly against him.

  I sigh as I feel his arms settle around my waist. I love the feeling of them wrapped so tightly around me. He turns off the bedside lamp and then the only light coming into the room is from the moon streaming in through the window. It’s the middle of the night and I should be tired but my body is wound too tightly and I need to find a release. I’ve touched myself before and I know that I could get myself off right now. It probably wouldn’t even take that long. It feels like I’ve been teetering on the edge for hours already and having Ezra’s big, strong body against mine is definitely not helping.

  As quietly as I can, I snake my hand down under my borrowed shirt and into my wet panties. They’re soaked and sticking to me and I have to shift to make room for my fingers. I spread my legs a little wider, running the tips of my fingers through my soft curls and over my drenched center. My breathe hitches as my fingers bump over my clit and I bite down on my lip to stifle my moans as I start to slowly rub circles around the stiff nub.

  Ezra pushes his erection into me more as he tenses behind me, his arms tightening around my waist as I feel my orgasm rush through me. Heat flows through my bloodstream as I come apart in his arms and I barely register what’s happening as he rolls me over onto my back and holds himself above me.

  “Again.” He growls, his dark eyes trained on my face.

  “What?”

  “Do it again. I want to watch this time.”

  A fresh wave of cream coats my fingers at his words and I moan slightly as I obey him. My fingers start up the same rhythm as before and my eyes fall closed as another orgasm starts to build.

  “Eyes on me.” He snaps and my eyes shoot open.

  I lock them on Ezra as my knees start to tense. He’s kneeling between my legs and I watch as his eyes travel down my body. He probably can’t see much with his shirt in the way and I could swear that he wants nothing more than to rip the offending piece of clothing off of me. His eyes travel further south, snagging on my panties. We both look down, watching as my hand moves inside of them. I wonder if he can see how wet they are. He licks his lips as his hands grip my knees, holding my legs open for him.

  His hands glide up my thighs and I tremble as he gets closer and closer to where I want him most. My breath catches as his fingers wrap around my panties and I let it out in a whoosh when, with a flick of his wrist, he tears them from my body. His shirt is pooled around my waist and I’m spread out before him.

  His eyes darken even further as they drink in my drenched pussy. My legs are still spread open wide, bracketing his thighs and my hand is still between my legs. My fingers are frozen, hovering over my needy pussy as I stare up at him, wondering what he’ll do next.

  “I need to touch you.” He rumbles and my pussy clenches around empty space.

  I let out a breathy moan, needing him to touch me too. His eyes meet mine.

  “I’ve never done this before, pleasured a woman, but with you… I’m dying to feel you against my fingers and tongue. I want to explore every inch of you. I might not be experienced but I promise you, I’ll make it good for you.”

  It feels like I’m drowning in his words, in the look on his face. No one has ever wanted me so much before and the knowledge that this giant does is a heady experience. It feels like if he doesn’t touch me in the next two seconds, I’ll lose my mind. I nod up at him and his eyes widen like he’s surprised that I’m agreeing to this. My heart breaks that this man doesn’t seem to realize his appeal or just what he does to me and I wonder who hurt him.

  I don’t have much time to ponder on that before he’s spreading my thighs even wider and diving beneath my borrowed shirt.

  Chapter Eight

  Ezra

  I lay down between her spread thighs, pushing my t-shirt up higher so that I can drink her in. I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips, staring at the treasure between her legs. I want to bury my face in the puffy, pink folds but I force myself to hold back. It’s not easy. Having her come while I held her in my arms had semen smearing along the inside of my boxers. I press my hips into the mattress, trying to find some relief but I already know that I won’t be satisfied until I’m buried fully inside of her sweet body.

  I lean in, rubbing my face along the inside of her thighs. I can smell her sweet honey and my mouth starts to water. I wonder if she’ll taste as good as she smells. I lick a trail up the inside of one thigh, dragging my tongue closer and closer to her dripping pussy. Brexly’s hips start to rock, urging me closer to the juncture of her thighs. I use my hands to pin her down, holding her in place as I finally reach my prize.

  She has cute auburn curls topping the prettiest sight that I’ve ever seen. Lust fills me when I see the
hard, little pearl peeking out from between her lips and I lean in, circling my tongue around that hard button. Brexly cries out above me at the first swipe and for a second I fear that I’ve hurt her. I pull back, rising to look at her face.

  “Don’t stop!” She cries.

  Pride fills me that she wants me to keep touching her and I dip back down, burying my face between her legs and tasting those delicious folds again. I use my tongue to taste every inch of her, from her hard clit to her puckered asshole. She moans, gasps, and cries out as she writhes beneath me. I love hearing the noises that she makes, knowing that I’m the one giving her pleasure and causing her to make those noises.

  Her moans get louder and her cream is starting to cover my face and chin now. She must be close. I dip my tongue inside of her, using her juices to circle her clit and her legs tense on either side of my head. He back starts to arch and I open my mouth, taking one last lick up her center before I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.

  Her breath catches before she lets it out in a scream. Her hands are fisted in the sheets at her sides and a flush has started to cover her body. Her eyes are screwed shut tight as pleasure floods her body and I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. Her body relaxes back against the mattress as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I give her sweet pussy one last kiss before I crawl up her body.

  My cock is tenting the front of my boxer briefs and the front is soaked with my come. I need to get some release so I kneel between her legs, pushing the front of my underwear down until my cock pops free. I breathe a sigh of relief at not having my cock strangled by the tight fabric anymore and my hand drops down. I wrap one hand around the base, gripping it tight before I start to slowly stroke myself. I can still taste her passion on my lips and I look down to where she’s still spread out before me.

  Brexly blinks her eyes open, watching as my hand glides up and down my length. Her eyes widen as a pearl of precum forms on the tip and I groan when I see her lick her lips at the sight. I want to know what her mouth feels like wrapped around me. I want to feel her underneath me, her body moving in sync with mine as I bury every inch of my cock inside her tight pussy. Come sprays out of me almost violently as I picture spreading her wide and slipping my cock between those pillowy folds.

  It coats her stomach and shirt, some dripping down to cover her pussy lips and thighs. Seeing my mark on her has me hard all over again but I can see that Brexly is starting to get tired. I need to show her that I can care for her, so I grab her another shirt. She takes off the come covered one and I use it to clean off her stomach and thighs. I watch as she slips the clean shirt on over her head before she climbs back into bed.

  I clean up in the bathroom quickly, not wanting her out of my sight. I tug on a new pair of boxers before I slide into bed behind her and pull her in close to me. She rests her head on my bicep, letting out an adorable sigh before she closes her eyes. Her breath evens out in seconds and I let out my own content sigh at finally having my girl wrapped up tight in my arms.

  I wake up at my usual time and see that Brexly is still sound asleep, her head resting on my arm. I decide to let her sleep. She had a late night and I want us to spend the day getting to know each other more. I slip my arm out carefully, making sure that she’s comfortable and still tucked in tight before I pull on some clothes and head downstairs.

  I rush through my morning chores, feeding the cows and chickens and checking the garden before I head back to the house. I get anxious when she isn’t in my sight and I need to make sure that she’s still inside. I can’t let her get away from me. Not after I just found her.

  I place the fresh eggs I gathered this morning on the counter before I head up the stairs. I let out the breath I was holding when I see Brexly is still wrapped up tight in our bed. I decide to surprise her with breakfast in bed and head back downstairs to get cooking. I’m not sure what she likes for breakfast so I decide to make a couple of different things. I crack some eggs, frying them in a pan while I mix the batter for some pancakes.

  I’m just putting the food on the plates when I hear Brexly come down the stairs. I’m out of the kitchen in an instant and rushing over to greet her. She smiles brightly at me when she sees me and I smile back at her, offering her my hand. She takes it and I lead her into the kitchen and over to the table. I pull out a chair for her and help her sit down before I turn and grab the plates off of the counter. I carry them back to the table and set one down in front of her before I take the chair next to her.

  “This looks delicious! Thanks, Ezra.”

  A blush stains my cheeks and I stuff a bite of food into my mouth, not knowing what to say. I watch while she takes a bite and my cock starts to harden as I watch her lips wrap around the fork. She moans as she chews the bite of pancake and my cock hardens further at the sound.

  “Where did you learn to cook?” She asks.

  “My mom. She’s an amazing cook and she taught me how to cook when I was growing up. Can you cook?”

  “Not well.” She says with a laugh. “I grew up on the road and I never really had a kitchen to work with. We mostly lived off of takeout and fast food.”

  “I can teach you.” I offer.

  Brexly smiles at me and my heart flips over in my chest.

  “I’d like that but I really need to get back to my campsite.”

  Just like that my heart plummets.

  “No.”

  She looks at me questioningly and I rush to explain.

  “No, you’re staying here. We belong together. You can’t leave.”

  “I have to leave eventually. I have to go back to school.”

  “No.” I say, scowling.

  “I only have six weeks left and then I graduate. I have to go back.”

  I’ll just have to convince her that she belongs here. I’ll just have to get her to fall in love with me so that she never wants to leave. I know one way to have her craving me.

  “Can I pleasure you again?”

  Chapter Nine

  Brexly

  Desire floods me at his words and I shift in my seat. Do I want him to touch me again? Absolutely. I loved feeling his big body over me last night. I remember looking down at his cock and wondering how I was ever going to be able to take it all. He was huge, definitely in proportion to the rest of him and it was a little intimidating. I’ve always liked a challenge though and I had been more than ready to try to take him before he came on me. My mind flashes back to him between my legs. The way his tongue licked me and his hands had held me down so that he could get his fill. Then he had sucked on my sensitive flesh and it felt like I was on fire. That was the strongest orgasm that I had ever had and I’m anxious to see if he can top it. I want to try something new though too.

  “I want to do it.” I say, rising from my chair and walking over to him.

  His hands reach for me but I dance out of his reach.

  “What do you want to do?” He growls, his eyes darkening as he watches me.

  “Take it out.” I demand, nodding to the tent in his boxer briefs.

  He complies instantly and I smile at how eager he is. My core starts to ache at the sight of his long, thick cock and I lick my lips at the sight. It’s a huge turn on to see this strong giant sitting in front of me, watching my every move and dying to give me as much pleasure as I can take.

  I walk over to him slowly, swaying my hips with each step. Ezra sits there, entranced by my movements. His eyes widen as I slowly tug his shirt up my thighs, revealing that I’m not wearing anything underneath. I wonder if he remembers that he tore my panties off of me last night. Ezra licks his lips at the sight and I can feel myself start to grow wet. I straddle his thick thighs, sliding up them until his cock is resting between my slick lips. My hands rest on his shoulders and I look up to see his eyes burning up with lust and hunger for me.

  I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into the strong flesh there before I start to move. I rock my hips, sliding back and forth on his thick length. My c
ream covers his length and the inside of my thighs, making my movements easier. I glide back and forth on his cock from root to tip, making sure to coat him all in me. I rub my clit with each stroke and my moans fill the kitchen as I start to pick up my pace.

  My fingers dig into his shoulders as I work myself against him. Ezra’s hands come up, gripping my hips so that he can help to push and pull me against him. He groans as I move along his length and I can tell that we’re both close to reaching our peaks. His muscles flex as he helps me move over him.

  I love feeling him between my legs but I can’t decide if I like his cock there or his mouth. I like being on top and I want to slide down to the tip. With one arch of my hips, I could have him slipping inside of me. I don’t have to take him all of the way, I could just see what it feels like to have the tip inside of me. His dick is so big that I’m not even sure if I could actually take all of him but I am more than game to try.

  Picturing me trying to take his length inside of me has a fresh wave of desire rushing through my bloodstream and I can feel more of my cream flood out, covering us both. Lust and passion starts to bubble inside of me and I can feel myself racing towards my peak. Ezra is grunting as he pushes and pulls me faster and faster and soon, I’m splintering apart.

  I come with a shout, calling out his name as my pussy starts to pulse on his erection. Ezra moans and I hear him call out my name as he reaches his own peak. I barely register as his hot come splashes against my skin, too lost in my own release. Ezra keeps up the pace, sliding me back and forth against him as we each start to come down. I’m not sure when I closed my eyes but I blink them open now and stare into Ezra’s deep brown ones.

  His pupils are still dilated and his face is flushed with a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. I shift against him and he groans with the movement. I can feel both of our releases coating my skin and I want nothing more than to start rocking against him again. Before I can, Ezra stands from the chair, holding him against me and striding out of the room. I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding on as he carries me up the stairs and back into the bedroom.