Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story (2 page)

“Pooky! What are you doing? Put Lena down
right now!”

“Whhooaarrr…” He’d flung me over his shoulder
and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Porsche shouted.
“Mike! Mike! Oh, shit! Come back here, you stupid ape!”

But it was too late. I was outside in a pair
of jeans and a sweater, tossed over the shoulders of a horrifying
creature, and I began to struggle, hitting him as hard as I could
and kicking. The wind and snow lashed my face. I was frozen to the
core almost instantly. I could hardly see anything through the haze
of white. He grunted from my attacks, and I must have irritated
him, because he knocked my head with his, which sent the world
spiraling into darkness.

I was warm and comfortable. Something soft
tickled my face, and, when I opened my eyes, I stared at a rocky
ceiling, which flickered with the glow of flames. The smell of
burning wood, mixed with an earthy mustiness, came from the cave I
found myself in. The softness that surrounded me was some type of
animal fur. It was beneath me as well, tucked under my chin.

Oh, shit!

I was naked! The velvety feeling registered
all the way to my toes. I sat up and gasped. The creature that had
taken me was across the fire, staring at me with enormous black
eyes that glinted with an animalistic light. His fur was a range of
tones from dark brown to gray, with light brown streaks. He seemed
to be eating something; the smell of fish grilling lingered in the
air. The storm howled outside; the whiteness of the blizzard was
visible through the opening of the cavern. Without clothes or
shoes, escape would be a challenge.

I held the fur to my chest. “Who are
you?”

His voided expression transformed to
interest. “Me Pooky.” His voice was deep and raspy.

“Lovely,” I muttered. “I just got kidnapped
by a ferocious monster named Pooky. Where are my clothes?”

He pointed to a pile in a corner. I made a
move to get them, but he growled, the sound reverberating off the
walls. “You don’t need them.”

“I have to get back to the house.”

“No.”

“You’ve no right to keep me.”

“You’re my girl.”

“What?”

“Porsche’s Leonard’s, and you’re mine.”

“Listen, you walking piece of carpet shit, I
think you got some fuzz stuck in your brain. I’m not yours. I’m
going back to the house, and you’re gonna take me.” I crawled over
the fur and grabbed my clothes, but he was just as fast, snatching
them out of my hands and throwing them across the cave. “Shit!
Gimme that back!”

“Whooaaarrr…”

His primeval roar had my ears ringing. “I’m
not staying here another second!” I sprang to my feet and dashed to
the other side of the cavern, but he grabbed me, hauling me against
his burly chest. “Stop! Let me go!” His nose was in my neck, hot
and wet. “Ugh! Don’t touch me, you fucking freak!”

“Ggrrooaarrr…”

It seemed the more I struggled, the tighter
he held me, my feet dangling above the ground. Something hard
pressed into my tummy, the feeling of wetness registering. “Don’t!
Put me down!”

“You my pretty girl.” His tongue licked my
face.

“That’s disgusting!” I tried to hit him, but
he blocked the attack. He’d taken me to the pelt, where he sat with
me in his arms. I turned my head to avoid his mouth. “Ugh, God…it’s
so gross! God, please help me! Oh, stop it, you fucking
monster!”

His face was in my neck, and putrid breath
fanned out over my skin, while he pushed me to the fur, his hands
closing in on my breasts. If I thought having sex with a frat boy
was disgusting, I had a feeling this would be far worse. I mentally
prepared myself for the ordeal, imagining his cock ripping me in
half and blood pouring down my legs. I didn’t even want to know
what his…thing looked like. I squeezed my eyes shut to avoid what
was about to happen. I tried to will myself to be far away, maybe
on a deserted island, walking on the beach, while the sun browned
my skin. I was anywhere but here.

“Pretty girl,” he purred. A nipple was in his
mouth, and it was being suckled with surprising gentleness. He
pressed the mounds together, lapping at one hard bud and then the
other. The result sent tingles into my tummy.

I knew it was useless to fight. He was
incredibly strong and taller by several feet. He seemed determined
to ravish me, or worse, and I was helpless to stop him. He licked
between the valley of my breasts, leaving a wet streak. That tongue
felt rough and far too long. It was like a muscular eel, which
slithered and rubbed, massaging my skin. I swallowed my fear,
nearly choking on it, as he descended, heading for my lower
anatomy.

Panic set in, and I hit his head, knowing
that he planned to invade my sensitive flesh. I had to do something
to stop him. He grabbed my wrists with a steely hand, effectively
halting the assault. His breath hovered over my mound, and I braced
myself, stiffening, waiting for something horrible to happen. What
I felt instead was a slinky wet tongue sliding down my sheath,
dipping into my folds.

“No!”

I had prepared myself to hate his touch, to
recoil from having a monster invading my most private regions, but
as he entered me, all I felt was a marvelous fullness. His tongue
stroked intimately, wiggling and thrusting deep inside. I gasped,
my eyes flying wide at the sensations that suddenly rushed through
me. The tip of his nose nudged my clit; the little nub had turned
traitor, hardening to the size of a grape. He pushed into it
repeatedly, and it flared with arousal, growing firmer with each
pass.

“Oh…no…no…no…” I tossed my head from side to
side. “No…no…no…”

His beastly saliva dribbled down my
buttcrack. The wetness was substantial, and I felt a finger toying
with me, prodding my anus, which had never been invaded, let alone
played with before. He’d released my hands, but I hadn’t noticed,
as my fingers dug into the pelt that was beneath me.

“No…no…no…”

“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!

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.