Abducted by Bigfoot

ABDUCTED BY BIGFOOT

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any living or imaginary Bigfoot is purely coincidental. Any parallels to the story of King Kong is probably intentional, except that this story has a lot of fucking in it. Please read responsibly.

THE STORY BEGINS

My name is Karen, and at the time of this adventure, I was a graduate student, working for the head of the Anthropology Dept, Dr. Wilson, at the university of Oregon. He was working on a very secretive project to locate and document the existence of a creature commonly referred to as Bigfoot. Dr. Wilson was putting a team of grad students and fellow professors together to go out into the wild areas of Oregon to find one.

I was not too enthusiastic, but when Dr. Wilson told me that there would be a significant bonus paid if two women were willing to join the expedition to lure the creature to their cameras, I was intrigued so I agreed to go along.

I told him I would go with the group, but he still needed another girl to volunteer. I got my roommate, Rhonda, to go with us, since she was like me and needed money to finish school. We were both young, trim and fit, and would be able to hike long distances, so we were perfect for this adventure, Dr. Wilson said, after meeting with Rhonda.

One of the requirements of the girls, Dr. Wilson told us, was that we could not be on birth control since that might interfere with the female pheromones that he hoped we would give off to attract the creature. I could not understand what that was all about but since I did not use BC, it was not an issue with me. Rhonda said she would stop her BC so that she too would qualify for the excursion. Looking back on this, she and I were pretty naïve about the details of how we would be participating in the excursion, but the money was my focus, so I did not ask any questions.

There were five of us who left campus in four-wheel drive vehicles. A few hours later we met the guide who then led the group of vehicles into a wild area of Oregon. We spent the first night in a hotel on the edge of a national forest. The next morning, we headed out into some very remote terrain and spent the full day driving on a logging road. We made camp in a rugged forested area that night. Rhonda and I shared a tent, and we were supplied with sleeping bags. Someone brought out a bottle of bourbon and we sat around the campfire and passed it around. We were feeling no pain, and the rustic, secluded area was really beautiful.

The next morning, we went on foot to get further into the wild area of the national forest. Rhonda and I each had a backpack with our clothes and some gear but most of the heavy equipment, like cameras and tents, was carried in on two 4 wheelers. It was warm, almost hot during the day but cooled off at night. I was wearing shorts and a tank top to stay cool. We found what our guide said was a good place to build our camp, and we set up the tents and started a fire to cook our food on. It was a fun adventure so far.

Dr. Wilson scouted out several spots around the camp to set up his motion detection cameras with the hope that if we got lucky, we would catch our prey on camera if it came close to camp.

That night, as we sat around the campfire again, Dr. Wilson told Rhonda and me what he needed us to do the next day. He wanted us to walk away from camp, all day, and just enjoy the wild scenery. He also said to urinate in as many spots as we could so that our scent would be distributed in a wide area. He hoped that any Bigfoot would be able to pick up our scent and follow us back to the camp. Then, the cameras would document the evidence. That seemed kind of scary to me, but Rhonda said she didn't believe in Bigfoot, so this was nothing to worry about. I went along with her attitude, even though we were being used as bait for Dr. Wilson's project. She and I each carried a light backpack and had an electronic device to guide us back to the camp at the end of the day.

We stopped for lunch near a beautiful rushing stream. The water looked refreshing. Since we were both hot and sticky, we decided to go for a swim. We stripped out of our clothes, and I walked to the edge of the stream. I lost my footing on a loose rock and fell into the water. I must have hit my head on a rock, because I was barely conscious. I could hear Rhonda scream, but it was like I was in a dream. I could not answer her, and my limp body was dragged downstream by the force of the water.

The next thing I knew, I woke up and was on firm ground, and laying on a bed of dry leaves. It was dark and I could not see anything. I figured out that I was in a cave, since the forest sounds were muted. I felt around on my body and realized that I was still naked from skinny dipping. I was laying on my side and could feel thick, coarse animal fur rubbing against my back and bare ass. Then it dawned on me that there was a huge hairy creature lying next to me on the bed of leaves. I froze in fear. I could hear the breathing of the creature and feel its chest move against the bare skin of my back with each breath it took.

I tried to slip away, but the creature's arm suddenly draped over my torso, and I could not move. I realized I was shivering, and the body heat of the creature was welcome. I did not know what to do, so I just lay there, absorbing the warmth from its body. I drifted back off to sleep.

I woke again to the sensation of being cold again, and realized the creature's arm was no longer covering me. I carefully felt around me. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dim light. I started to get up to make my escape when the creature came back into the cave from outside. His shape was silhouetted by the dim light from the cave entrance. He was huge. He walked on his hind feet, like a human, but was much taller and broader than an average man. He made no sound, except for the crushing of leaves as he stepped towards me. I was frozen in terror and pretended to still be asleep.

The creature laid next to me again and gently draped its arm over my body and his body heat was welcome. We lay together like that for quite some time, until I felt its humanlike hands begin to explore my body. One hand touched my legs and lightly stroked my skin. The creature's hand then slowly traveled up my thigh and over my hips, following the curves. I could feel the fingertips gently poking my skin, like it was checking to see if I was tender enough to eat. The thought made me paralyzed with fear.

The creature's huge, warm hand continued exploring my body. It seemed puzzled that my skin was smooth and hairless. The hand moved along the side of my torso from my hip to my chest, until it found my breast. The hand then gently followed the curve of my breast, as if to measure it. Then I felt it lightly squeeze that breast, and I was barely able to muffle a gasp. My nipple instantly hardened when the large creature's hand found it and rubbed my areola in a slow, circular motion.

When that hand was done exploring my upper body, it began to slowly edge down the center of my torso, over my tummy and further below. The tips of its fingers stopped at my crotch, and I gasped but I stayed frozen in position. The fingers explored the outside of my vagina, then one finger began snaking in between the folds of my labias. I tried to shift my body to avoid his finger, but he wrapped his hairy leg around mine pulling my leg up and spreading my thighs. His fingers then continued exploring my intimate area. He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed. Then he returned his hand to my pussy and continued probing me.

It was then that I realized this must be a male creature, because I detected a familiar object, which felt like a penis, pushing against my hips. When he pulled my leg up, it opened up space between my legs. Then I felt his huge penis slide between my thighs. It was giving off heat and the pulsing seemed synchronized with his heartbeat. He rolled me over on my knees and elbows. I felt his hands reach down and force my knees apart. Then he positioned himself behind me. I could feel the creature's thick fur as it rubbed against the back of my thighs and hips. He gripped me with both hands around my waist and held me tightly in case I tried to escape, I suppose.

Oh, my gawd, he is going to mate with me, I suddenly realized. I frantically tried to get up, but his powerful hands pulled me down and kept me immobilized. I felt his penis sliding between my thighs and rubbing against my cunt lips. I was desperate to get away from the creature, but he was too strong. He continued stroking his penis between my thighs, and it continued rubbing on my cunt opening. The heat coming off his penis was incredible. The warmth it gave off felt soothing against my naked skin.

I realized that my pussy was getting wet from the contact between the creature's shaft against my opening. It was almost surreal to think that I might be raped by a creature that I did not even think existed. His erect penis continued to slide between my legs and rub against my pussy. The feeling was delightful, even given the horrendous situation I was in. I did not know if the creature was planning to penetrate me with his erection, or if that was even possible, given the size of his penis. It felt huge. The sensations became much more intense for me and my cunt began involuntarily gushing liquid. The creature began grunting and fingering my pussy, then brought the wet finger to his nose to sniff my essence, again. This seemed to get the creature more excited, and his penis seemed to get harder and larger. He had shifted his hands, and he had a firm grip on each of my breasts, mashing my sensitive nipples against the palm of his hands.

I was involuntarily becoming aroused from the contact of this creature's body against mine. I limply accepted my situation and was amazed by my body's physical reaction to this creature's touch. My cunt dripped with my juices, as I could feel the head of the penis trying to penetrate my opening. My legs were spread apart, and I was defenseless to keep him from entering me. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his erection force my pussy lips apart and push into me. The pain was fierce, yet almost a relief. I heard the creature moan and then he shoved more of his penis inside me. I was squirming around, still trying to get away, but knew that was impossible. I accepted the fact that I was powerless and succumbed to the creature's desire.

The pain began fading away as more of the creature's shaft was eased inside me. He pulled out, and then slowly pushed himself back into me, each time a bit deeper. The pain had been replaced with a comfortable fullness that I had never experienced before. This creature's penis was larger than any normal human's but did not seem so large that it would damage me. I was relieved that I could accommodate his size without fear, and just relaxed and let the creature do what he wanted with my body.

As the creature continued to stroke in and out of my opening, I suddenly changed my attitude about being raped by this animal. For some depraved reason, as if a switch had been flipped in my head, I suddenly wanted his penis as deep inside me as possible. I pushed back as he shoved forward, and his erection was buried fully inside me. My brain now desired to be ravished by this creature who had rescued me from the river and saved my life. I decided to give him the pleasure of my cunt.

The creature then adjusted himself so that his shaft had a better angle for him to stroke in and out of my wet pussy. I felt him push his huge erection further in as my cunt adjusted to his size. My initial pain was now gone, and I felt blissfully filled with this creature's massive erection. He bottomed out in me and stayed still for a moment, as if to allow me to adjust further to his penetration. He began speeding up his strokes and I had an unexpected orgasm. He continued his assault, and I inexplicitly urged him on with my voice, as I heard myself saying "yes, fuck me. Oh yes, do it. Oh gawd!"

I knew he did not understand my words, but he seemed to read my body language and began to urgently stroke in and out of me. I had another climax, which was stronger than the first, as I sensed he was about to climax too. The creature began making grunting sounds and started quivering. He started to spasm, then I then felt him spurt a jet of his animal semen inside my unprotected vagina. Then another spurt, and another. He was filling me with sperm. It felt like he deposited a gallon of cum in me.

The sounds the creature made as he ejaculated inside me were not humanlike, but still familiar. He was grunting with each thrust into me and then began groaning as his climax erupted. The creature continued to unload in me until his ejaculate was depleted. He then collapsed on top of me, forcing me flat against the bed of leaves. His breathing was rough, and I could feel his heart beating fiercely against my back. We were locked together, his penis, still throbbing inside me, until it began to get soft. He then pulled out of me, and flopped over to one side, on his back.

I struggled up and got on my knees to get a look at the penis that had just violated me. It was still semi-hard, and larger than any human penis I had ever seen in any literature. For some unexplained reason, I took it in my hand and studied it. It was similar in shape to a human penis, but the head was larger than the shaft. In the dim light, I could see a shiny layer of his cum still coating it. Then, for some unexplainable reason, I began licking it clean. I could barely get the head in my mouth, so I ran my tongue along the length of the shaft and used my lips to suck off any remnants of his semen. He tasted musky and unclean, and I loved it.

I laid back down next to him and cuddled his body for warmth. I was exhausted and my brain was confused. I had just been mated by a Bigfoot, and I felt violated but elated at the same time. How could a creature like him have been so gentle while he was raping me but not hurt me. It was amazing. It was as if he were human enough to know what my limits were.

We both slept. After a while I could feel him rubbing against me and could feel his penis getting hard again. This time, I took matters into my own hands and crawled up on top of him. I put one hand against his chest while my other hand guided his shaft to my well lubricated cunt. I had to raise up on my knees to get on top of his penis before I could ease down on it. I pulled up several times to allow my cunt to get re-acquainted with his size, then settled back down on him. He was soon deep inside me. It felt amazing and satisfying. I did not move for several moments as I contemplated our inter-species tryst. It puzzled me that I had become so agreeable to this creature's desire to fuck me.

Then he started thrusting upward, using my cunt for his pleasure. I began pivoting my pelvis, trying to match his actions. In no time, I had a crushing climax and momentarily fell against his chest. He continued to shove himself into me. Eventually I was able to resume my action to help him finish. The creature had allowed me to control the pace of our mating, so I shifted into a squatting position over him. I forced his penis in and out of my gushing cunt. I continued until my legs gave out after I had another climax. I collapsed again against his heaving chest.

He rolled me over and I was on my back, limp as a dishrag, and he totally had his way with me. I lay there helplessly as he pounded me into the bed of dried leaves. The pain and pleasure were both intense as he bottomed out against my cervix. I could tell he was about to climax again, so I grabbed his fur to pull him in against me, urging him to cum inside me. He did. His sperm blasted my vagina walls with several hot gushes. I could feel it oozing out from me on each of his downward strokes. My crotch was drenched with both our juices as he filled me with his seed.

When he finished, he pulled his large penis out of my stretched-out cunt, and once again collapsed on the ground next to me. I did not have the energy to lick him clean this time, but I scooped up a handful of his cum that was dripping out of my cunt and slurped it off my hand. The smell and the taste of his semen was intoxicating. I then smeared more on my face, as if to show him he was my dominant species.

We slept again, but I was soon awakened by voices. I could hear Dr. Wilson and others calling my name. They were searching for me. I got up on weak legs and stumbled toward the light at the cave opening. In the distance I saw the rescue party who had been looking everywhere for me. I was filthy and naked, as I stumbled into a clearing and waved. They ran to me and were relieved that I was safe. They asked how I had survived my ordeal, but I did not say anything about being rescued from the water by Bigfoot. I just told them I was lucky to be alive and was ready to go home. As we began our hike back to the camp, I looked back but could not spot the cave opening. It was too well hidden. I guess I will never find it again. That was a depressing thought.

As we hiked back to the camp, I felt a tiny flow of creature sperm oozing from know if anyone noticed it. No one thought to bring me any clothes, so I had to borrow a guy's shirt to cover up with. My hair was still matted with leaves, and I was dirty, in addition to having the creature's cum running down my leg. I was a filthy mess but was elated from my encounter with Bigfoot.

We finally made it back to our camp. Rhonda joined me in our tent, and I collapsed on to a sleeping bag. I looked over at Rhonda and grinned. She had given me a heartfelt hug when they found me and was relieved that I was OK. But she was curious about what happened. She quietly asked me, "so...., how was it?"

I gave her a puzzled look. "How was it? How was what?" What do you mean, Rhonda?" I asked innocently.

"Karen, I think I know what happen to you. When you came out to the clearing and we spotted you, I could tell you had a look in your eye, like guilt or something. You were with that creature, weren't you? You said earlier that he saved you from drowning. Did he rape you? Or did you just let him have you? You had the look of a woman who had been fucked hard. So, is that what happened?"

"Well, it's hard for me to even believe it happened, but yes, he had sex with me. It was scary and painful at first, due to the size of his penis, but I was able to handle it. Then it started to feel really good. In fact, it was awesome. I don't think I have ever had better sex than I had with that creature. Interesting thing about the second time we did ...."

"Wait!", Rhonda interrupted immediately, "The SECOND TIME?"

"Yes, after we mated the first time, we fell asleep. He kept me nice and warm by cuddling me. Then he got aroused again. This time I got on top of him and controlled the pace. His cock filled me up completely. It was amazing and fantastic, especially the second time, since I was no longer afraid. I climaxed several times before he finished in me."

"Wow, I can hardly believe it! If I had not seen the way you looked after we found you, I might not believe you. But you clearly had the look of a woman who had been fucked hard, really fucked hard."

"It was wonderful, Rhonda. I was scared to death at first, but the creature was so gentle. It was as if he knew to be careful. I just wish I knew where that cave was. I would not mind going back one day for more. I want to go wash up, but before I do, I need your help with a few things....." I need something to recover a sample of his sperm that is still inside me. Can you find a jar or something for it? And look me over carefully. I may have some of his body hair that is still stuck to my body. I need a baggie to put them in. We will have a physical record of the Bigfoot, even though there are no photos.

Later, I washed my hair and body with some of the camp's water supply and put on a fresh set of clothes. It felt nice to be clean again, even though I loved the scent that was left on me by my Bigfoot.

Dr. Wilson came by the tent later, to see how I was holding up. He looked very concerned. He knew if I had been hurt, it would be the end of his career at the University. He asked me more details of my encounter with Bigfoot.

"Well, Dr. Wilson, I only remember the part after I woke up in his cave, or den or whatever it was where he took me. He kept me warm with his body and seemed to want to protect me. When I heard your voices calling for me, I jumped up and ran to the sound. He did not try to catch or stop me, so that is really all I can tell you."

"I am so very happy that you were not harmed, Karen. We were all very afraid we'd never find you. If Rhonda had not been there and knew you fell into the water, we would not have known what direction to start looking for you. It was truly amazing we found you, and that you were unharmed." Dr. Wilson said, quietly.

"So, now what, Dr. Wilson? Now that we know Bigfoot exists, what is the next step?", I asked.

Dr. Wilson paused a moment before responding. "That all depends on you, Karen. You went thru a rough ordeal. I would not dream of putting you thru any more difficult situations unless you were OK with it. I still need documented evidence of what you found. But we would need to go back to that clearing and search for the cave that you said you were kept in. Then we could find physical evidence of Bigfoot.

Late that afternoon, Rhonda and I relaxed in our sleeping bags in the tent. I asked her, "Rhonda, what do you think about going back and looking for Bigfoot's cave?"

"Are you serious? Girl, didn't you have enough Bigfoot Time to last you, forever?

"I just want to see him again. To let him know I am not afraid of him and thank him for saving my life. I think I owe him that." It sounded kind of silly, when I verbalized it to Rhonda.

"I think you just want some more Bigfoot dick in you. That's what I think, girl". Rhonda said, mocking me.

"That wouldn't be so bad. But not very likely. If we even did see him, it would be hard to make him understand that he was not in danger. We'd have our whole group there, so I am sure he'd hide. We'd never see him. But I would like to try." I explained to Rhonda.

LATER THAT NIGHT

I was exhausted after the hike back from Bigfoot's lair and wanted to go to sleep early. Rhonda, on the other hand, was sitting around the campfire with the other expedition members. They were passing around another bottle and having a good time. I slipped out of my clothes and just wore my panties to sleep in. I soon was in dreamland.

After I fell asleep, I began dreaming of being carried off into the woods by a stranger. I was not afraid, but mildly annoyed that I did not get to sleep. Then I was jostled awake and panicked as I realized I was not dreaming. The Bigfoot had found our camp and located my tent. He had stolen me away from the others. I was being carried away as he ran full speed into the dark night. I had no idea where we were going since I was thrown over his shoulder and could only see where we came from, not where we were going. And it was too dark to see any land features anyway.

I had no idea what time it was, or how long he had been carrying me. My tummy was sore from being draped over his shoulder, so I patted his face to get his attention. He stopped running and let me down. I was cold due to the night air, and he could see me shake. He lifted me up in his arms and held me tightly against his chest then continued running to wherever his destination was. There was just enough moonlight for me to make out some landmarks and I presumed he was taking me back to his cave. Soon we arrived there, but still the opening was hidden well enough that I could not tell we were there until he put me down on the ground.

He grabbed my hand and led me back into the recesses of his cave and we laid down on the bed of leaves, where we were before. I wanted to stay huddled up with him and I pressed my body against his muscled chest. We got very cozy together and I stroked his arm that was wrapped around me in a very loving manner. He made me feel safe, even though he had abducted me. I knew he meant me no harm.

After a while, I could feel his hands begin to caress my skin. He touched my bare shoulders and then stroked down my back to my butt. He played with the soft fabric of my panties, then abruptly tore them off me, like they were made of paper. I was once again completely naked, lying with my Bigfoot.

I could feel his heartbeat faster and then felt his cock begin to harden behind me. I reached around until I found his enormous cock and gave it a squeeze. He grunted when I did that, and I did it again, several times. I became bolder and shifted positions, so my face was right at his crotch, inches away from his giant penis. I held it again and kissed it lovingly. I then used my mouth and tongue to pleasure him. My saliva coated his shaft, and I stroked him with both my hands. He continued grunting and became very agitated. Suddenly I realized he was about to cum. I latched on the head of his penis with my mouth just in time to catch his glorious sperm as it blasted out the end of his dick. He shot several huge gobs of cum into my mouth, almost drowning me with the volume. I swallowed as much as possible in order not to gag on his jizz. More kept coming out and my face was covered with his goo.

I laid back down, contented that I gave him his first and probably only blowjob. His member continued to pulse and throb in my hand as I petted him. He relaxed, and his breathing became more even, and I think he fell asleep. I did too and we lay there all wrapped up with each other. His body heat kept me warm.

In a little while, he must have woken back up and was pushing his new erection against my butt. I knew what he wanted, so I got on my knees and assumed the position for him to fuck me. He got behind me and I felt his lovely cock spreading out my thighs trying to penetrate me. I reached down between my legs and guided his huge prick to the opening of my pussy. He quickly speared me with it, and I was once again filled to the max with my Bigfoot's rock-hard penis. It felt glorious.

He paused, seeming to savor the snug feel of my tight cunt, and then began to slowly stroke in and out of me. He grabbed both of my breasts to hold on with as he began pummeling me with his shaft. I unexpectedly had a mind-numbing orgasm. My cunt spewed out a massive squirt and I could feel my spray splash against my thighs. I nearly passed out from the strength of my climax, and I went limp. He continued his assault and buried his shaft deeply in me. I could feel him hammering against my cervix and soon I was on the verge of another orgasm. He became frantic and I could tell he was about to shoot another load of spunk into me. Then he grunted continually as several blasts of semen filled my pussy. His orgasm triggered another of mine, and I was overcome with pleasure. After my massive climax I went limp, again. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my body as he collapsed on top of me.

My cunt was once again filled with Bigfoot's massive amount of cum. We lay there, still connected, as his penis began to shrink. Then he pulled it out and rolled over on to his back. I crawled over him and sucked his deflated member into my mouth and spent many minutes cleaning him and sucking off the remaining sperm that coated his shaft. Finally, since I was exhausted, I must have fallen asleep. The last thing I recall was listening to his heartbeat as my face lay on his belly.

Back at the expedition campsite, there was a flurry of activity. Rhonda had gone back to the tent for the night and discovered a large tear in the cloth of the tent. And I was missing. She went screaming out and the others soon realized that Bigfoot must have taken me. The group instantly gathered up flashlights and equipment to try and find me.

The only probable place to go was back to the clearing that they had found me in the day before, so they hiked in that direction. It was still dark, and they did not know the area, so their progress was very slow. It was daybreak when they reached the clearing where I had been found, but they still did not know where the cave entrance was. They began calling my name again, as before, but I was too sleepy to hear them in the deep recesses of the cave.

Finally, I began to stir, hearing their voices. Then, I panicked. I did not want them to hurt my Bigfoot, and I did not want him to fight them. I moved just enough to wake him up and I rubbed his face. I wanted him to know, somehow, that I needed to leave. He looked at me and just fell on his back and whimpered. I felt awful to abandon my wild lover, but I needed to go back to the humans quickly so I would not cause any problems for him.

I emerged from the cave and stumbled out to the clearing. They saw me and quickly grabbed me before Bigfoot decided to follow. I looked back at the cave entrance and could see him standing there, alone. His powerful arms just hung by his side. He watched as they carried me off "to safety", I guess.

I could never have conceived of a scenario where I had to be rescued twice from my hairy friend on this expedition. But, until we had a better understanding of his species, we could not be sure of what he would do. He had already ventured into our camp once, so we immediately packed everything and left the area. I found more clothes and quickly dressed for the trip home. This adventure was something that I will always cherish, but only Rhonda knows the full story of what happened in the cave with my Bigfoot lover.

NOW, THE REST OF THE STORY.

The expedition made it back to campus two days later, after we hurriedly broke camp to keep the Bigfoot from following us out of the wilderness. We did not want to inadvertently lure him away from his home in search of his new mate (me). It would have been horrible to have him follow us out of the National Forest and then have him encounter civilization. There would be no telling what calamity might befall him or whomever he encountered.

Rhonda and I both were very happy to be back in our apartment together. She and I had not had any chance to be alone to discuss the details of my intimate moments with my Bigfoot. She was dying to hear all the sexy details of it, and I was eager to tell someone, too. We unloaded our gear and stripped out of our clothes. We had no inhibitions about being naked in front of the other person after all that happened during the expedition. We jumped into the shower together and gently washed each other's bodies. Our hands and fingers delicately touched the other's personal body parts. We did not say it out loud, but we both knew we would be exploring each other intimately after the shower. We stepped out and each dried the other off with nice thick towels and made our way to the living room of our apartment.

I opened a bottle of wine, and we sat there, facing each other on the couch, still wrapped in our towels. Rhonda clinked her glass to mine and gave a toast. "Here's to the bravest and horniest girl I know! I am so happy that everything turned out alright. Just thinking about all the times you could have been injured during the expedition makes me scared."

"Yes, from the moment I fell into the stream and hit my head on a rock, it could have been awful, or even deadly. I was soooo lucky. And who knows, maybe the Bigfoot who rescued me was gentler and more careful than others of his kind. If another one of them had found me, maybe it could have been very bad for me". I commented back.

"So, now I want to hear ALL the intimate details of you and Bigfoot getting it on!", Rhonda said, as she finished her first glass of wine. "We have plenty of time, now, so I want to know everything you can remember about Bigfoot, especially about his cock!" Rhonda grinned and blushed as she said it. "Tell me everything, from the very beginning!"

I went over every detail of my Bigfoot encounter with Rhonda, from the moment I woke up in the creature's lair, to being rescued the second time after my Bigfoot took me out of camp. All those details were still vivid in my mind. When I described, in detail, Bigfoot's physique, his hair, smell, and of course his penis, I got very worked up. My mind was instantly back in that cave, reliving the sexual activities that Bigfoot and I shared. I thought back on how his fur rubbed my crotch and belly when he was fucking me missionary style. It was such a unique feeling, of being naked with a creature that was covered in fur, that I nearly had another orgasm just by retelling it all to Rhonda.

Rhonda could tell I was worked up. We both had had a couple of glasses of wine by this time, and my towel now sagged down around my waist. As I told her the details of having sex with Bigfoot, my nipples got hard and tingling just from reliving my adventure. Rhonda said my chest and breasts had a reddish blush to them. I also recalled to her about how my fear morphed into passion as the Bigfoot began playing with me. I realized, after taking another sip of wine, that my pussy was drenched with my juices.

I told Rhonda I needed a break. She slid over to me on the couch and put her hands on my face. She leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. Our mouths opened to each other, and we began French kissing. She pushed me down on the couch and her hands gently caressed each of my breasts. Rhonda tweaked my nipples which sent electricity down to my cunt. In just a few moments I was on fire with sexual energy and had to have Rhonda.

She and I threw off our towels and laid on the floor in a 69 position. I felt her tongue lapping at my cunt lips, slurping up my slick juices. I did the same to her, and her pussy tasted divine. I love the scent and flavor of a woman, especially when she is aroused. I guess I was smelling some of the same aromas that Dr. Wilson hoped that we'd send out to a Bigfoot when we were in the wilderness.

Our mouths and tongues worked each other's pussy skillfully and with no inhibitions until we nearly simultaneously had climaxes. We both splashed the other with our squirt, then had to relax from our efforts. We were entwined together on the floor, drenched in sweat and sexual juices.

Rhonda served up the last of the wine, and we continued our discussion. She kept wanting to know more details of Bigfoot's penis. "Was it dirty? Stinky? Did you taste it?" she wanted to know.

"Yes, to all", I confessed. "It smelled wild and musky, but it was not bad. It was almost more of a turn-on to be unclean than if it had no aroma, since the whole situation was wild and raw".

"What about his body odor?" She asked genuinely curious.

"He smelled like leaves and forest pine needles, and dirt and sweat, I guess. It was not awfully unpleasant. And I was either too frightened to pay attention or too involved in fucking him to notice.", I confessed again.

"What about the size and shape of his penis? Was it shaped like a human dick, or a horse, or what?"

"Rhonda, keep in mind that the cave was dark. It was like being in a room with the doors closed and only the light coming in from under the door gave any illumination. Most of what I can tell you about it was from feeling it with my hands, mouth or my cunt. It was long, probably 12 to 14" long, I suppose, and the shaft was bigger than a beer can. The head was larger than the shaft. I have seen photos of horse penises that were like that. A flared head with a long, smooth shaft."

"Oh, my gawd, Karen, how did you take that giant thing inside you?" she asked.

"When he first made penetration, it hurt like crazy. But after the head was in me, the rest felt incredible. When I found out I could accommodate it, I wanted as much of it in me as possible. The fullness was awesome! And he was so gentle!"

Rhonda then slid over to me and spread my legs out. She began kissing my naked belly, then worked her way down to my cunt. I was still a bit worked up from our last moments of eating each other out. She began rubbing my clit and pussy lips with her hand, then slowly began easing her fingers inside my wet cunt. She slowly added fingers as my cooch became more excited and soon had her entire hand in my cunt. I froze in position as the pleasure Rhonda was giving me washed over my body.

She looked up, smiling with a devilish grin, and asked, "Did it feel like this? A big, flared head, like my fist? Then a smaller shaft, like my wrist?" Before I could respond, she pushed more of her arm inside me. Then she began stroking her fist in and out of my swollen cunt.

I spewed out more juices and said "Oh shit! Yes, just like that, only he was bigger!" And longer than your forearm, too! He was so gentle as he shoved that big cock into me that I was in heaven almost the entire time he was in me. I loved it".

Rhonda kept shoving her arm into my wet snatch and stroking in and out, trying to replicate my encounter with Bigfoot. She grunted and forced her arm in me, until I exploded with a fantastic orgasm. My squirt blasted out from my cunt and splashed her face and arm with juice. I collapsed and went limp, just like I did when Bigfoot was inside me. "Holy shit, Rhonda, that was awesome. Give me a moment, and I will fuck you just like Bigfoot fucked me!"

After I caught my breath, I crawled on top of Rhonda and spread her legs out. I replicated what she had just done to me, going into verbal detail about what it felt like as his huge cock first pushed inside me. As she listened, and felt my hand inside her cunt, she also had a huge climax. We were both exhausted from our sex acts. We embraced on the floor, and kissed, then we both fell asleep.

Later that day, after we had recovered and got dressed, she told me she understood why I enjoyed being with Bigfoot. "If he was that gentle, it makes me wonder if he had been with a human woman in the past? What do you think, Karen?"

"I don't know, but he certainly could have gotten rough and taken me like an animal. He was very strong and might have not even know if he injured me. It could have been a completely different experience for me." I said, casually. "I wonder if he fucks a female Bigfoot the same way. I guess we will never know."

A COUPLE OF WEEKS LATER

I noticed that my breasts were extra tender, for some reason, and seemed to have swelled to a larger size than is normal for me. And I had not had my normal period. I was pretty regular with my menstrual cycle and for it to have not come on time was a bit concerning. I mentioned it to Rhonda, who said it may be lingering effects from having a huge cock beating up my cervix. She just grinned and said, "Perhaps it was the price I was paying for having incredible sex with a beast". Maybe so.

Then I started having morning sickness. I was ill, off and on, for several days, being nauseous, and exhausted. This was beginning to worry me. "I could not possibly have gotten pregnant from Bigfoot, could I?", I asked her one morning after another bout of morning sickness.

"Oh, my gawd... I don't see how you could have. You are two different species, right? But maybe take a pregnancy test?", she counseled. I could not bring myself to do that. I ignored my morning sickness, and it went away after a couple of more weeks.

Then I noticed my belly being too big for some of my tight-fitting pants. And I was putting on weight. I chalked it up to no exercise after our expedition and vowed to start running again. But soon, I could no longer fit into any of my pants and shorts. My belly was getting larger, and I could no longer ignore the changes.

I bought a home pregnancy test kit, and it came back positive. I nearly fainted when I saw the results on the test device. I stumbled into the living room and told Rhonda immediately. "What am I gonna do? I can't have a baby, and I damn sure can't have a Bigfoot baby! This is terrible!"

"How many weeks ago were we on the expedition, Karen?"

"It's been three months. I could be three months pregnant, Rhonda! Oh, my gawd! This is insane! If I am preggers, what kind of baby is growing in me?"

Rhonda was silent. She did not know what to say. There were no words of wisdom or comfort that she could think of. "Maybe its time to discuss this situation with Dr. Wilson. He might have some guidance. This is so fucking impossible to imagine", Rhonda offered.

"I think you are right, Rhonda. He is an anthropologist and might have some understanding of what might be happening to me. I will go see him tomorrow.", I said.

I met with Dr. Wilson privately. I told him everything. He did not know that I had been sexual with the Bigfoot, since I never confessed any of that to him. Only Rhonda knew. He was incredulous. "You mean the Bigfoot had sex with you and you never mentioned it to me?" He was very agitated and growing in anger.

"Yes sir. I thought it was too personal to go into those details, but it happened. And now I show from the home pregnancy test that I am pregnant. And I have not had intercourse with any other man since then."

Dr. Wilson's face turned white, and he began to fumble around on his desk, looking for nothing, just trying to buy time to think of what to do. If this were true, he could see the scandal that it would cause for his dept. and his career might be on the line.

"First, we need you to go to a real Dr. and get a pregnancy test. If that comes back positive, we need an ultra-sound to look at the fetus. It may not be viable, but your body does not know it yet. You may have a spontaneous abortion naturally. But we need to know for sure."

I scheduled an exam at a pregnancy center. My test came back positive, again. Then, I had an ultra-sound. The image of the fetus was strange, and my doctor did not know what to think. "I need to know more details of how you got pregnant, Karen. Something is not right with this ultra-sound image, but I don't know why."

I told him the whole story. He was non-plussed, to say the least. "This MUST stay between you and me, Dr. I cannot have anyone else know about my situation. PLEASE!"

The Dr. held my hand and said, "I am bound by HIPPA confidentiality laws, so you have nothing to worry about, Karen. No one will be learning about your situation from me or this clinic."

The next day I met again with Dr. Wilson and told him about the ultra-sound findings. He spoke quietly to me and said, "I have had time to think about your situation. I have a suggestion...."

The story continued for me. Dr. Wilson arranged for me to live on campus at an apartment dedicated for visiting professors. I would be under the care of a physician who would know the full situation. I was under observation, and it was determined that the gestation period was going to be a few weeks longer than a typical human birth. I continued some limited duties as a grad student but never went to any other classes. I exclusively worked for Dr. Wilson, and he was able to put me on the University payroll with full health benefits.

In ten months, I had the baby. It was a male. It had body hair and was larger than a typical baby. It had dark skin on its face, chest and hands, but otherwise looked normal. I breast fed it and loved it like any mother would love their child.

The baby continued to grow and develop as a child does, and eventually did all the things that a human child was capable of. The only difference was that the boy was exceptionally large for his age, stronger and more agile than a human child. He could walk and hold objects much earlier. His verbal skills were lacking but he was catching on. In every aspect he seemed normal, except for the body hair.

Dr. Wilson was involved in every aspect of the life of the baby and planned to publish a paper on the extraordinary progress and development of this baby. He promised me that the situation would be totally anonymous, and me and the baby's identity would never be revealed.

I trusted Dr. Wilson, and we lived in the apartment on campus for another year, until the paper was published. Then, the sensational aspect of the baby's origin came to light, due to the published study. We were hounded by competing researchers who wanted proof that the baby existed and what his lineage really was.

We were badgered constantly and had to ward off other academics who believed the entire study and the child was a fraud. It was impossible to hide the existence of the baby from the world. The situation became intolerable. I had to make a decision about the future of my child.

My conclusion was made. I had Dr. Wilson organize another expedition to the same area where my Bigfoot was last located. We re-traced our original expedition trail and traveled to the clearing. After much searching, we found the cave. It looked to still be inhabited, but by whom, we did not know. I decided to take supplies for me and the child into the cave and wait for Bigfoot to return. Dr Wilson's team camped near the same place where I was abducted from before and waited to hear from me.

That evening, My Bigfoot, sensing something was wrong, came up to the cave entrance and cautiously entered. He saw me in the dim light. After a few moments of snorting and agitation, he whimpered and seemed to recognize me. I was scared, but not by him. I was concerned he was not alone. If he had a female with him, she might kill me or the baby. But he was unaccompanied.

My Bigfoot quietly approached. He looked at me and made a cooing sound, a noise I had not heard before from him. He carefully approached me, sniffing the cave air. He could detect the scent of another creature but only saw me. I spoke to him, knowing he would not understand me, but hearing my voice might help him remember me.

He came up and grabbed me, picked me up, and held me tightly against his muscled chest. He did not hurt me, but I still was a bit frightened. After a moment, he relaxed his hold and set me back down. I held on to his strong arms and petted him. He touched my hair and fiddled with my clothing. He seemed puzzled that I had cloth covering my skin. I stepped back and quickly stripped naked. I wanted him to really know it was me. He then picked me up again with a gentle bear hug and held me several moments. I was now certain he knew who I was.

I brought his child to him. I held the young boy, more than a toddler now, up to Bigfoot, and he looked at the baby. Then he poked the boy's tummy and sniffed his body. Then he sniffed me, and it seemed like an understanding was developing. He held the child gently in his powerful arms. The baby began crawling on him like a large, hairy play gym. The child seemed instantly at home.

I knew at that moment, where the child needed to live. I gave him to Bigfoot to raise as his own blood. I started to get dressed but my Bigfoot stopped me. He gently put the child down and began stroking my naked skin. I knew what he wanted and had prepared for this as a potential outcome of seeing him again. He fingered my cunt, then sniffed it, and grunted. I reached for his penis and began stroking him. He became aroused.

I held his penis with both hands. It was surreal, to touch his body intimately again, in the dim light of the cave. I began giving his penis kisses and licked the length of it. I could feel the veins of his shaft pulse against my cheek. His musky odor thrilled and excited me. He became fully erect, and I could feel his large penis throbbing against my lips. He wanted me. I wanted him also.

I got on my hands and knees and assumed the breeding position. He carefully positioned himself behind me. I felt his huge erection slide between my thighs, like before. I guided his shaft to my wet pussy and managed to work the head of his cock into the opening of my cunt. We both paused, which allowed my body to relax to accommodate his size. I pushed back against him, and he thrust forward, quickly filling me with his huge cock. I did not move for several moments, letting my body adapt to his size and length. My Bigfoot then slowly stroked his member in and out of my wet pussy. It felt incredible to be filled with his giant penis once again.

We had a glorious sexual connection, as our groans of pleasure echoed off the cave walls. Bigfoot mated with me gently at first, but there was more urgency this time. I had my first incredible orgasm just as he buried his shaft deep inside me, then continued with a series of climaxes as he pummeled me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and used that as leverage to pound his giant cock into me. This sex was more desperate and animalistic than we'd had before. His speed and urgency increased and soon he grunted loudly and blew his semen into my cunt. I could feel his sperm blast the inner walls of my vagina and begin to boil out between my pussy lips. And, just like before, I had another incredible climax as his sperm filled me up.

I went limp, as I do after having so many orgasms and he collapsed on top of me. He never had his full weight on me, but he covered my naked body with his sweaty bare chest, and thick furry coat. We lay together, still joined, until his penis shrank, and he withdrew his shaft. I felt empty and abandoned after he pulled out of me. I presumed that was the last time I would be intimate with my Bigfoot. But at least this time, I did not have to worry about his potent seed giving me another baby. I had my tubes tied after the birth of my baby and was not able to have another one.

I got dressed and once again handed the child to my Bigfoot. I patted his arm and kissed the child goodbye. I left the cave and contacted Dr. Wilson, who sent a four-wheeler to come get me. I met them in the clearing. I looked back and could see my Bigfoot, with the child on his shoulder, watching me as I left the area. I may never return, but who knows. I did not think I would have come back this time either. Maybe I will visit in a year to see how our baby is doing. Only time will tell what the future holds.

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