Cum For Bigfoot 11, Lena's Story Read Free Page B

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
lubrication. “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