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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