Bigfoot came to our expedition camp and stole me away again. But I was eager to have him again.
ABDUCTED BY BIGFOOT - CONCLUSION
Note: You need to read the first half of this story before this half will make sense.
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 explored 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. 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. Noone 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 exited 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 of 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.