Melinda Baker had rarely been this stressed and overworked. Her job as an investment banker was forcing her to work long hours while being pressured to keep her clients’ portfolios flowing with profits.
It was in late April that she decided she needed a break. Her college roommate lived in Minneapolis. Melinda, who was approaching her 39th birthday, decided to take a couple of weeks off and drive from Seattle to spend some time with her friend. Her husband and two teenagers were more than capable of taking care of themselves. In fact, considering how busy she had been at work, they’d hardly notice that she was gone.
After a frenzied week of working to prepare things for her absence, Melinda set off on a Saturday morning. Her Lexus LX08 had just a few thousand miles on it and she had little doubt that it would be reliable for her driving trip. With a box of her favorite CDs in the passenger seat, she started her journey.
While a 22-hour one-way drive might seem insane, Melinda was cherishing the alone/down time. She planned to take her time, stopping to sight see. She figured she could push it harder on the return trip and that she could still spend a week with her friend.
On Monday, her third day, she crossed into Montana. She saw a sign for a state park and decided to do a little exploring of Big Sky country. It was a glorious sunny spring day, the temperature was in the 70s. The idea of getting some outdoor time was alluring.
She followed the signs, exiting onto a two-lane road and then entering the park. She followed the curving paved road for a few miles, driving slowly. She saw a dirt road and decided to follow it. After a few twists and turns, she came to a widened parking area. There was a sign that said “Hiking Trail.”
She parked and got out. She put her keys and cell phone in her fanny pack, locked her car and started to walk.
After a few hundred yards, the trail moved out of the heavy woods and revealed a large meadow with waving green grass. She walked across it until she came to a large boulder. She climbed up and leaned back on the sun-warmed rock.
The tension and pressure she had been feeling at work was being purged from her body and mind. She sighed as she soaked up the sun and looked into the crystal blue sky as the gentle wind purred through the leaves of the nearby trees.
“I am soooo glad I did this,’’ she thought to herself. “Sometimes a girl just has to get away from everything.’’
Melinda was so relaxed she drifted off. When she woke, she realized that the sun was starting to slide toward the horizon. She glanced at her watch. “Wow, it’s almost five,’’ she thought. “I need to get on down the road and find a hotel.’’
As she walked back through the grass heading back to the trail, she texted her husband. She had said she’d check in from time to time just so he wouldn’t be worried about her. They had talked Saturday night at her first stop. If she had been “on alert” her senses might have warned her that someone was watching.
Melinda reached the trail and realized the sun had slid behind the impossibly tall trees. Dusk was falling on the forest. As she walked to her car, the light suggested more early evening than late afternoon.
A few steps from her SUV, she started to reach into her fanny pack for her keys. She heard a “SNAP,” a branch breaking. She immediately froze. “Who could be out here? I don’t see any other cars,” she thought, the back of her neck tingling in alarm.
Melinda thought she heard a muffled foot step behind her. She turned, caught sight of a huge, looming figure. She started to scream but a giant furry hand with a leathery paw closed over her lower face, muffling the sound. She fainted.
HIS CAVE
Melinda’s mind was playing tricks. She knew she wasn’t asleep but she wasn’t awake. She couldn’t see anything. She didn’t know if her eyes were open or not. At the edges of her consciousness, she had the troubling feeling of danger and fear. Everything was fuzzy.
Slowly she felt herself regaining her senses. She felt like she was slowly climbing up from a dark well.
When her eyes fluttered open, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Everywhere she looked there was rock. She realized she was in a cave; there was flickering light coming from a couple of crude torches and a campfire. Her nostrils flared at the smoky smell.
Suddenly she realized that she was restrained. Her adrenaline started to flow. She glanced at her wrists and ankles and saw they were secured to a couple of columns (stalagtytes and stalagmytes). Her arms were stretched slightly up at an angle and her legs were spread so that her feet were about shoulder width apart.
Panic and fear were racing through her nervous system. She gathered a shaky breath and yelled. “Help!!!!. Help me, please!!!!” She was answered only by the sound of her voice echoing off the stone walls. She tried again, louder.
Melinda felt like her heart was going to pound through her chest. She felt as though she would hyperventilate. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.
She sensed movement and opened her eyes. Before her was a creature. “IIIIEAAAHHHAAAHHHH.” Her piercing scream echoed and reverberated off the stone walls.
An objective observer would say that he was evidence that Big Foot exists. He was well over 7-feet tall, with broad shoulders and a bulky torso. His face resembled Chewbacca from Star Wars. He was covered in dark brown and black fur.
Melinda was about 5-foot-3; she craned her head back to look at the creature who had kidnapped her. Her mind flashed a cinematic equivalent to her predicament _ she was King Kong’s prize, the sacrifice the natives had tied to please the beast.
“PLEAAAAASEEE. LET ME GOOOOO! … HEEEELPPPPP ME, please SOMEBODY.’’
Her desperate screams and cries continued until she was hoarse. Melinda was on the verge of tears. There was bile rising in her throat and she started to gag and cough.
The Creature moved away, behind her, then returned. In his hand was a gourd that to him was a simple drinking utensil. To Melinda, it was more like a large mixing bowl.
He placed the gourd against her lips and tilted it. Cool water. She opened her mouth and drank. It calmed her somewhat.
The Creature kept tilting the gourd. It was too wide for her mouth and there was too much water for her to drink. He emptied the gourd and the overflow spilled down her front, soaking her blue work shirt blouse.
The cave was cold and damp; along with the cool water, her nipples hardened and poked against the wet fabric.
The Creature tossed aside the gourd. Melinda followed where his eyes were gazing. She looked down at her wet blouse that was plastered against her full breasts. She felt a chill run up her spine. Had she been looking at his face, she would have noticed the corners of his mouth curling upward in a slight smile.
FOREPLAY
He kneeled down in front of her. Now they were almost the same height.
Melinda was looking at his face again but there was no hint of emotion or intent.
“Please, let me go,’’ she said in a quiet, calmer voice. If he understood – and that was doubtful – her words had no impact.
Melinda noticed a movement. His right hand/paw was moving up toward her chest. His index finger, which had a pointed half-inch nail/claw, extended toward the tip of her breast. She caught her breath as the nail poked at her hard nipple.
“NOOOOOOooooo. Don’t. Don’t touch me.’’
He lightly traced around the nub, which hardened even more. His hand moved to her other breast and repeated its light probing of that pleasure bud.
Melinda again felt like she would faint. She shook her head, trying to retain a grip on reality. “No, I can’t faint. Who knows what he might do to me,’’ she thought.
Both of his large paws cupped her breasts, lifting them. His thick thumbs rubbed over the hard nipples, flicking them through the cloth. He flattened both of her mounds with his palms, rubbing them against her chest.
“AAAhhhhaaammm,” she gasped. Melinda realized he was handling her breasts in a gentle yet commanding manner.
While one hand moved back and forth between her breasts, the other moved up and his finger pad traced over her full lips, feeling their softness. Then he moved his hand up and ran his fingers through her dark hair.
The Creature then stopped his fondling and reached for something on the stone floor. He held it in his left and rubbed the claw/nail of his right forefinger back and forth over the rough stone. Melinda could hear a rasping noise.
Like any good craftsman, he was preparing a tool for the job.
Satisfied that the nail had been sharpened sufficiently, he plucked at the left sleeve of Melinda’s blouse. Holding it away from her arm, he poked the nail through the cloth and sawed it back and forth, slowly increasing the size of the hole it had made.
Melinda watched, eyes wide. “What are you doing?’’ she rasped, her strained voice not much above a whisper. “God, no, please, don’t.’’
When the hole was large enough, he slipped a finger from each hand into the space and pulled in opposite directions. The sound of the tearing cloth shattered the cave’s silence as he split the sleeve from cuff to collar.
“GGNNAANNNGAAAooooo,’’ she moaned, the full realization of her fate beginning to descend upon her.
Patiently, he applied the same method to the other sleeve. And again, there was a loud RRRRIPPPPPP as the sleeve became two tattered pieces of cloth. Her arms were exposed from the shoulders down, the remnants of the sleeves hanging uselessly.
He then set to work on the buttons of her blouse. The nail worked its way under the top button. This time he applied his thumb and gave a yank. Melinda felt her blouse pulled against her back and then the button popped free. One by one, he plucked the buttons off her blouse. As it hung open, it revealed the white camisole she wore underneath.
His hands moved to the collar of her blouse on the right side of her neck. He ripped apart what little material was remaining, then did the same on the other side. The two halves of her blouse floated to the stone floor.
Melinda was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling. Her camisole was wet from the spilled water and it clung to her mounds. Her dark, hard nipples and her areolas were prominent against the thin material.
The Creature used his claw on the right spaghetti strap of her camisole. It seemed to take forever but he eventually sawed through it. He repeated the procedure on the other strap.
All that was keeping her top on her breasts was the clinging of the wet cloth. She looked down, staring in fascination, as he hooked his nail on the cloth between her breasts and slowly dragged it down and off.
She heard a slight guttural growl, the first sound that had come from her captor/tormentor.
Her naked breasts were glistening in the firelight from the water and from the sweat of arousal that Melinda had no way of controlling.
She watched as his fingernail repeated its earlier explorations; this time there was no cloth to diffuse the contact. The point of his nail poked her right nipple and Melinda gasped. He proceeded to lightly trace around the rock-hard nub with his nail, the stimulus causing the areola to goose bump.
“Good gawd,’’ she thought, “I’m being raped but I feel like I’m being seduced.’’
His sharp claw/nail proceeded to her left nipple and repeated its teasing exploration. Then he took each protrusion between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled the nubs. He pulled them upward, lifting her breasts. He let go and her firm mounds bounced and jiggled as they returned to their normal positions.
The Creature continued to play with her mounds, using his huge hands to mold and fondle.
Then he leaned his head toward her left breast. As he got closer, she got a whiff of his scent _ an animal, musky, damp dog type of smell. Then her eyes widened as his long tongue snaked out of his mouth and made contact with her hard nipple.
Melinda gasped at the electric-like sensation that shot from her nipple to her pussy. His raspy tongue was powerful and limber and he proceeded to lick and lap her nub in ways she had never experienced.
Then he lapped the flat part of his tongue up and down over the tip of her breast. It felt like wet sand paper.
As his tongue busied itself, he brought his large hand up to cup her right breast. The leathery palm of his hand rubbed back and forth over that erect nub. The two sensations were different but maddeningly stimulating .
After he had satisfied his desire for breast play, The Creature’s hands made their way down over her torso to her hips.
Her shorts were beltless under her fanny pack. His fingers traced over the fanny pack belt as if he was testing its strength. He grabbed it in both hands near the buckle and yanked. The plastic was no match for his strength and it broke. He flung the fanny pack into a far corner of the cave.
Melinda’s arousal was interrupted by the reality that her fanny pack contained her car keys and cell phone. She made a mental note of the general direction the pack flew.
While removing her blouse and camisole had been a patient procedure, The Creature was ready to see all of his captive. He yanked at her shorts; the button gave way and then the zipper was pulled apart with another large ripping sound. He yanked them as far down her spread legs as they would go then he grabbed them at the apex of the zipper and simply ripped them in two.
Melinda heard another throaty growl as The Creature looked at her white panties. His finger traced up and down over her mound, pushing between her lips.
“AAAGHhhhHH,’’ she gasped. “Nooooo. PLEASE, don’t touch me there.’’
She felt the pointy nail prodding just above her mound. Then his hairy knuckle, which was twice the size of any man’s, started to rub up and down her slit, pushing at her pussy lips through the soft material of her panties.
Melinda knew she was wet. The thought of being aroused by this creature was insane but the way he had slowly stripped and fondled her had put her body on auto pilot.
After rubbing his knuckle back and forth a few times, he brought it to his nose and sniffed. Another growl, one that could have been interpreted as a sound of satisfaction.
He hooked his fingers in the waist band of her panties, at her hips. With a quick yank, the seams on both sides gave way. Other than the ruined camisole that was bunched just above her waist, Melinda naked but for her tennis shoes and socks.
The Creature again used his thick knuckle to rub up and down her slit. Melinda trembled as it rubbed over her erect clit, then down between her sweet lips. Each passage of his knuckle was different _ soft and teasing; slightly harder, then rough and demanding. Melinda moaned as he teased her pussy.
She had not given much thought how this foreplay was affecting The Creature. She found out when he stopped diddling her pussy and stood up.
Pointed directly at her face was his rock hard cock. It was a 12-incher, brownish in color, like a tree branch. The swollen round head was a darker brown. His cock curved upward.
He gripped the base of his cock and moved closer to her.
“NOOOOOOO, GAAAWDDDD, PLEEEEEASSSSE. It’s too big.”
She turned her face away but his other hand reached behind her head and gripped her hair. Melinda realized that with his strength and power plus her helplessness, resisting his assault was a losing proposition.
He forced her face back to his cock. He used his other hand to lower its angle so that the bloated head touched her lips. He rubbed his cock head back and forth over her lips. His pre cum was copious and it coated her lips.
The Creature continued to bump his cock against her lips while pulling her head forward with his other hand. Melinda finally gave in and opened her mouth wide. The head of his cock filled her mouth. Her tongue washed over the invader and a slight spurt of pre cum gave her a taste. It was salty with a vaguely nutty flavor.
He began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her wet mouth. Both hands were on her head now, keeping it in place and helping guide his face fucking motions. Melinda could only handle about half his length and her tongue had little room to maneuver as she tried to swath his swollen cock head.
Without warning, The Creature started to shoot his wad. The first spurt battered the back of Melinda’s throat. The first load of jizz was amazingly large and she was afraid she might choke.
But The Creature had other plans. He pulled his hips back, slipping his cock out of her mouth. The second spurt, as large as the first, shot upward; Melinda could feel it splat in her hair.
He fisted his cock and leaned back on his haunches. The next shot hit her chin. He lowered his aim as his cock continued to spurt copious amounts of Creature cream. He coated her breasts with the jizz, which was thick like icing. Drops clung to her hard nipples.
When his cock stopped spurting, his hands moved to her cum-coated breasts. He rubbed them, massaging and spreading his seed over her mounds.
The Creature stood up and Melinda was stunned to see that his cock was still fully erect. He reached up and untied one of her wrists and then the other. He pushed her back, supporting her with one hand. Melinda felt her ass make contact with something. He kept leaning her backward until she was supine on a large flat rock. He re-tied her hands above her head.
The Creature kneeled between her splayed legs. His tongue moved over her thighs and then up to her pussy.
“AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHH” she screamed when that powerful tongue cleaved its way through her slit. The tip of his tongue probed and teased her clit as it had teased her nipples. It swirled around her most sensitive bud, the broad surface rough and wet, the tip smooth and probing. He brought his knuckle up and rubbed between her quivering pussy lips, pushing in as far as it would go.
Melinda let out a piercing shriek as her pussy’s nerve endings fully ignited and she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm.
Her body was trembling and she was gasping for breath but The Creature had no intention of allowing her recovery time.
His tongue then traveled up over her stomach to her heaving breasts. He licked her cum covered breasts the way a mama cat cleans a kitten. Melinda’s head lolled back and her eyes closed at the sensation of the warm wet tongue bathing her mounds. Her nipples were hard bullets, poking straight up as his tongue licked and lapped at her tits. Her back instinctively arched, forcing her breasts against his tongue and mouth. What was left of her rational thinking told her that her body was simply responding to being overly stimulated.
TRULY FUCKED
Satisfied with his oral work on her mounds and rock-hard nipples, The Creature stood up. His cock had remained erect, curving upward at its end. He moved closer between her legs, fisted the base and rubbed the swollen head between her breasts, then over her nipples. He used the swollen head to flatten and flick her nipples. It was a sensation Melinda had never felt and she felt her pussy spasming. He slowly trailed his cock down over her belly.
When Melinda realized her intentions, she raised her head and looked down between the valley formed by her heaving breasts. She saw his cock moving toward her pussy, which was still tingling from her orgasm.
“NOOOOOO, PLEEEEAAAASSEEE, DON’T,’’ she pleaded. “Don’t stick that inside. God, please, it won’t fit.”
His cock head moved through the patch of trimmed pussy hair above her slit and then made contact with her clit. He used his cock to rub her sensitive nub like he had used it on her nipples, the smooth swollen head spreading his pre (post?) cum over and around her love button, slicking it down. She could hear the squishing sounds. She was trembling, her lungs gasping for air.
The Creature slipped his cock lower until the bulbous head rested between her splayed and slippery pussy lips. Again, he rubbed his cock head up and down her slit, pushing and teasing against the opening of her cunt tunnel.
His cock’s angle changed slightly and Melinda felt his impossibly large cock head pushing against the opening of her pussy. She grunted as she felt the invader slowly stretching and slipping its way inside her.
He took his time. With each centimeter gained, he pulled back, leaving just his cock head lodged inside her clenching pussy mouth. The next thrust would gain more entry, followed by a retreat. He was slowly stretching her pussy walls to accommodate his thick rod.
Despite her arousal, Melinda did not thrust her hips in response. She kept her ass plastered to the rock and let him do the work. It felt like the business end of a baseball bat was making its way inside her.
As more of his cock slipped inside her, his thrusts became deeper and his cock started to lift her hips off the rock. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he lifted her even more, giving him a driving position that was even more controlling.
Melinda lifted her head and watched as the thick, wide dick stick slipped in and out of her stretched pussy. She was amazed that her cunt walls were stretching to accept it.
With her hips lifted, only her shoulders were in contact with the rock. The Creature was slowly stroking his rod in and out. As the fucking continued, her stretched walls became slicker with her juices and the enjoyment increased for both.
Melinda gasped when his hairy ball sack came in contact with her ass cheeks. He was getting close to full insertion.
The Creature increased his pace as her pussy was now stretched to fit his hot, hard rod. His hips thrust faster and he used his hands to pull her crotch against his pumping.
She felt another orgasm building, this one far deeper in her loins. She felt as though she was coming apart, that the arousal of having her pussy stuffed by this huge cock was beyond any sexual feeling she had ever had.
“MMMMAAAAAAAAAOHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.” His thrusting had pushed her over the top and her long, deep moan of pleasure and satisfaction seemed to last for minutes.
Melinda had become his fuck toy and he was playing like a kid on Christmas morning.
She heard a low guttural growl. Her pussy walls were contracting, milking his cock. Then she felt a powerful spurt of his jizz deep inside her cunt tunnel. He held still as his cock began to spurt.
After a few more squirts inside her, he pulled his cock out. It was like a plug being removed from an upside down bottle. His jizz started to spill out of her overflowing cunt, dribbling down to her ass bud and over her cheeks.
But he was far from finished. Fisting his cock, he again anointed her body with his seed. There was even more than his first orgasm. As he squeezed and stroked his rod, a spurt landed far down range over her head, splatting on the rock.
She watched as another pearly stream arched from the slit of his cock head. It landed just on her hair line. Another stream landed on her neck. Still more found its way to her breasts, spilling over them like syrup on a scoop of ice cream.
Some of his cum dribbled down her torso and pooled in her navel.
After his cock stopped its spurting, he rubbed the still swollen head down over her pussy and clit. The squishing sounds were like a sponge being purged of water.
Melinda could barely lift her head. She looked down at her cum-splattered torso. Her nipples were a deep pink _ at least the parts not covered by his jizz. She gazed down over her stomach, noted the bunched camisole and saw him still diddling her ravaged pussy with the head of his cock, which finally appeared to be diminishing in length and girth.
IT CONTINUES
He backed away from between her legs and stretched like a cat. He untied her hands. Melinda realized she didn’t have the strength to push herself off the rock.
He put one hand under her knees and the other slipped under her back. He effortlessly lifted her and slung her over his left shoulder. His right hand rested on her firm ass. He began to walk away from the scene of their tryst, deeper into the cave.
In her position, Melinda could only look down at the stone floor. The dim light that illuminated the part of the cave where she had been tied began to fade as The Creature carried her.
It was almost pitch black when he stopped. Melinda thought she could hear the faint gurgling of water and in the darkness could make out a small stream, a mini-waterfall, flowing over the edge of a flat rock.
He shrugged her off his shoulder, grabbed her around the waist and shoved her under the gentle stream of water. She yelped out a scream as the ice-cold water hit her head and then flowed down her body. His grip was firm. She brought her hands up and started rubbing her skin, trying to warm herself but also helping bathe his cum and her sweat from her skin.
Satisfied that his mate clean, he grabbed her arm and tugged her a few feet to his “bed” – animal skins tossed over leaves and moss. He laid down and then dragged Melinda next to him; she was between him and the cave wall. His arm draped over her as he laid on his side. She was shivering from her shower and his fur was comforting and warm. She gave in to her fatigue and fell asleep.
When she woke up, she realized she was alone. The cave was much brighter than when she had arrived; the cave had an arched roof and at the top was a small hole, about a foot wide, that let in some light.
Melinda looked around and found no sign of the creature. Thoughts of escaping her nightmare immediately flooded her brain.
She found her camisole; it was still damp. She was able to tie the straps together. A similar repair job worked for her panties, but tying them made them super tight and barely covered her ass.
Finding her fanny pack was a relief. Her phone, not surprisingly, was dead. The screen was cracked but she hoped when she got back to her car and recharged it, it would work.
The escape plan ended when she headed to the entrance to the cave. It was blocked by several large rocks. There was some space near the top but not more than 6 inches in any spot. Melinda was also hit by the reality of what would await her even if she got out of the cave. She had no idea where her car was, no clue in how to find it.
Near tears, she also realized she was starving. Had her captor sealed her in a tomb to die of starvation?
Turning to her left, she noticed a medium-sized flat rock that had a quite a few berries and what appeared to be plums. She suspiciously popped a berry into her mouth; it’s juice and pulp were delicious. She calmed her growling stomach by devouring it all.
Melinda then heard a grinding noise from the cave entrance. The creature was moving the rocks so he could return. He crawled through and then stood up. He walked to the rock where the fruit had been and noticed it was gone. He glanced at Melinda, noting her efforts to cover herself. He had returned with a large bowl filled with more fruit and a few apples. The contents were emptied onto the rock; he grabbed two of the apples and tossed them whole into his mouth, chomping on them like candy.
He then knelt and quickly grabbed Melinda’s arm and dragged her toward the nearest wall.
“Don’t, no, please, leave me alone,” she whimpered, knowing full well that verbal or physical resistance was futile.
He pushed her against the call and then sat cross-legged in front of her. She was essentially trapped. Her breathing quickened, her full breasts rising and falling; the camisole did little to conceal their curvy allure.
The creature reached out a finger and poked at her right breast, pushing against the tip. The nipple started to harden.
“No, no, no, please, not again. I don’t want to. Don’t touch me like that.”
He ignored her. His finger kept rubbing over the tip of her breast as the nipple pushed out against the silky material of the camisole. He then moved his attention to the other breast and repeated his fondling.
Then, in an eye blink, his other hand shot out and grabbed the neckline of the garment. His powerful yank ripped free the straps and split the rest of the camisole in two. He tossed the rag over his shoulder. A second later, her panties came apart in a similar attack.
Melinda had almost fell into his lap when he tore off her top. Breathless at the suddenness of being stripped, she regained her balance and pressed her back against the cool stone wall.
His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head where his right paw was plenty big and strong enough to hold them both as if in handcuffs. That position further emphasized the thrust of her breasts. His free hand roamed over both globes, squeezing, jiggling, flicking at the rock-hard nipples. She was getting goose bumps and she could feel her pussy starting to tingle.
“Damn it,” she thought. “This wild animal knows how to turn on a woman. I just wish it wasn’t me.”
After a few more minutes of toying with her tits, the creature reached over to the bowl and grabbed a berry. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he crushed it and then rubbed the juice and the pulp on the nipple and tip of her right breast. She shuddered and moaned at the sensation.
He leaned toward her, dipped his head and took her entire breast mound into his mouth. The warm, wet cavern provided a sensation she had never felt. His talented and large tongue busied itself in lapping up the juice and berry bits he had deposited. Her nipple throbbed with pleasure as his tongue raked and lapped over the sensitive bud, the tip of his tongue flicking it back and forth.
He disengaged, grabbed another berry and repeated the procedure with the other breast. Melinda’s entire body tingled and she thought she could feel her pussy dripping moisture.
The creature seemed to like the berry game. This time he grabbed several, crushed them in his hand and then smeared her mouth and upper body. His tongue quickly lapped up the sweet remnants, further increasing her pleasure as his tongue covered more of her skin.
Again, he grabbed a handful of berries but this time he shoved his hand between Melinda’s legs and smeared the berries over her mound. With a growl, he released her hands, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in the air, he deposited her legs on his shoulders and her pussy was just inches from his mouth.
He leaned forward, and as he had done with her breasts, his mouth engulfed her crotch. His tongue began to lick and suck the berry juice and soon Melinda’s juices were flowing to help satisfy his thirst. He tongue lapped a circle around her slit, teasing the soft and sensitive skin where her hips joined her crotch. Then, his tongue tip found its way to the bottom of her slit and started to slowly move up, parting the slick lips of her vagina along the way.
“AAAHHHHH GAAAWWD. THAT IS SO GOOOOD.”
To Melinda, his tongue was like a finger; he could control exactly where he wanted it to go. It was raspy but soft. When it reached her inner lips and the opening to her pussy, he thrust it inside and she shivered and moaned. Her pussy contracted around the invader and it slipped back and forth, tongue fucking her.
Then, he slipped his tongue out and it moved the short distance to the top of her slit where her clit bud was exposed and throbbing. Melinda held her breath in anticipation, and her playmate seemed to understand that being a tease could have its benefits. Her heels dug into her back and she thrust her hips against his face, but he pulled his tongue back.
“OHHHH, PLEASE, GAWD, I’M SO CLOSE. LICK MY CLITTY.”
Still, he withheld what she wanted. Then, after what seemed like an eternity to Melinda, his tongue shot out and the strong pointed tip made a direct hit on her pleasure node.
That triggered her orgasm and she nearly launched herself off his shoulders. Her legs clamped around his head and she plastered her pussy against his mouth and tongue, which continued to flick and lick her clit. Her pussy juices were flowing down over his furry chin.
THE CREATURE AND HIS COWGIRL
The creature again grabbed her around the hips and lifted her from her perch. Her legs were wobbly and her breasts were heaving as though she had just finished a race. Her upper body glistened with a combination of sweat and the residue from the berries.
She glanced down and noticed that, not surprisingly, this activity had produced a throbbing erection. Coming down off her soul-rocking orgasm, Melinda was in a bit of a fog but the obvious fact was she would have to deal with the creature’s cock and that filled her with a combination of excitement and uncertainty.
Again, though, he took command. This time grabbing her by her upper thighs, he lifted her, spread her legs and sat her on his crotch. The head of his cock bumped against her pussy. Realizing the situation, she reached her hand down to grab his cock about four inches below the head. She started to rub his swollen bulb back and forth over her pussy lips that were coated and slippery. When his cock head nudged her clit, she felt her nerve endings surge as though connected to an electric current. She needed her pussy to become needy for the filling that was to come.
The creature was also enjoying her foreplay if his soft grunting was any indication.
When her cunt felt like a hot, liquid mess, Melinda decided she was ready. She shifted her hips and dragged his cock lower. The bulbous head lodged between her splayed vaginal lips, pushing for the entrance to her sweet and waiting love tunnel.
Slowly, she started to lower her hips and his cock began to slip inside her.
“EERRGGGHH AAAAAGGGH, SOOOOO BIG,” she cooed, her hips starting to flex in a fucking motion even though just a few inches of his cock had gained access. With her feet splayed on each side of the creature, she rose on her tip toes to withdraw all but the head of his cock before slipping down and allowing another inch or two to gain access.
The creature seemed content to let his partner do the work. Melinda kept raising and lowering her crotch and soon she felt close to completing her mission. She could feel his fur against her thighs. Finally, with a determined push, their crotches met and his cock was fully embedded.
“JEEEEZZZZZUUUUS,” she cried out. “NEVER FELT SOMETHING LIKE THIS. SO FULL.”
The creature also appreciated the feeling, responding with a series of loud growls. She rocked her hips back and forth, trying to become more accustomed to the huge cock in her pussy. He brought his hands to her breasts and started to knead and play, teasing the nipples that seemed to be in a constant state of hardness. That helped her juices flow even more and she felt her cunt walls accommodating his erection.
He then re-took control. He grabbed her hips and started lifting her up and down, impaled on his cock. At first it felt like the walls of her pussy were being turned inside out but again, she adjusted to the size and what it was doing to her.
Soon he was lifting her almost off his cock and then letting her slide back until it filled her completely. The sensation of his throbbing erection making a non-stop trip inside her pussy was indescribable. His hands were big enough his thumbs could meet just above her slit. After lifting her up again, when she started to slide down the creature found her prominent clit and pressed on it like a doorbell.
“AGGGAAAAWWWWDDDD. YOU BASTARD … THAT IS SOOOO GOOD. OH MY GAAAAWD.”
Her orgasmic screams echoed around the cave and her pussy’s spasming was plenty enough for the creature to deliver his load. With her pussy tight against his crotch, the creature’s semen exploded deep in her belly. She could feel the powerful spurts and it seemed like there were over a dozen.
She dismounted as if she was on a horse and collapsed on his thigh. She felt his jizz starting to seep out of her cunt. She reached down and it filled her cupped hand. She brought it to her mouth and slurped it down. She was well aware of how debased that action was, but she had been so thoroughly fucked that she didn’t care. She wasn’t sure if she was ever gonna get back to the real world and right at that moment she didn’t care. All she cared about was sex and this creature who had move moves than Mick Jagger.
He cupped her head with his right paw and pulled it toward his crotch. His cock was in his left hand. It was semi-erect. She knew exactly what he wanted. Her lips skimmed over his cock head, her tongue lapping up her own juices and the residue of his semen. Her oral attention soon restored him to full power.
The creature then stood up, grabbed Melinda around the waist and carried her to the “bed.” He positioned her easily, as if she was a doll, forcing her to her elbows and knees. She spread her knees and offered her sex to him for doggy style.
The anatomy didn’t work, though. On his knees, the creature was still too tall to get his cock in contact with her cunt. So, he again grasped her hips and lifted her so she was only supported by her elbows. She realized that when he started fucking her, she would be completely in his control and at his mercy.
Her pussy was so slippery – as was the head of his cock – it took several times of him pushing and probing to gain the right angle for entrance. When he did, his cock head slipped in easier than their previous tryst. The creature wasn’t patient and it only took a few thrusts for him to impale his mate with his cock.
The feeling of being drilled like that, with the creature having a power drive position, left Melinda gurgling and babbling. Being fucked from behind like this, by a cock this big, was like a dream. Her breasts bounced back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts. After emptying his balls just a few minutes prior, he had plenty of stamina and was content to saw his cock in and out of Melinda’s welcoming cunt.
With each deep, filling thrust, she grunted or groaned. Never in her life had she been as thoroughly serviced by a cock.
There was no need for the monster to hold her hips with her pussy firmly encasing his cock. Realizing what his clit diddling had accomplished before, one of his paws reached under her hip and started to stroke and tease her pleasure button.
“AAAAAWWWW. WOOOOOWWW. UNGHHGGHH.”
Noticing that her pink asshole was winking in conjunction with his cock thrusts, he was curious if that was another way to please his partner. His other hand moved to her ass crack and his finger/claw gently nudged the opening.
Melinda had never been fucked up her ass; her husband sometimes diddled her while he ate her pussy. It was sort of her private, last threshold of pleasure. She moaned loudly as she felt the gentle probing.
The creature then stopped his thrusting for a moment and let go a glob of spit that landed right on her anal bud. He then went back to fucking her with his other hand still worrying her clit.
His warm spit on her asshole made her body shiver. He used the lubricant to tease and open her ass bud. Only the tip of the finger gained entry, but that was enough.
“MOTHER FUCKING SONOFABITCH,” she screamed, her faced buried in the animal skins of the bed. “I’M CUMMMMINNNG MY GAWWWWWDDDDD. SOOOO GOOD. SO GOOOOOOOD.”
For a moment, she blacked out but when she returned to reality she felt her entire body was spasming. Her pussy was pulsing and clasping around the cock that continued to steadily plow its way in and out of her slippery cunt.
The creature was approaching his nut. With his partner satisfied, he slipped her off his cock and she collapsed. His cock was ready to fire and he aimed it at her body. Again, his jizz was copious and the spurts were many. Melinda felt the warm cum landing all over her ass, back, side and the side of one breast.
He knelt and his hands roamed over her body, rubbing his cum into her skin. After a few moments, he lifted his right paw to her mouth and she licked the jizz. Tasting his sperm had become pleasurable.
Then, he helped her stumble to her feet and directed her to the mini-waterfall. This time, she was more prepared for the cold water but still she gasped when the water hit her body. Her hands rubbed over her skin and she held her breath and turned her back to the stream. The water helped cleanse her of her most-recent cum bath. She ducked her head under the water and let her hair get soaking wet.
Shivering, Melinda stepped away from the water and saw the creature turn and head toward the cave entrance. He got on his hands and knees to crawl out. Curious, she followed him. He was outside the entrance; he turned, kneeling and motioned to her with his paw.
Uncertain but hopeful, she grabbed her fanny pack. Stepping outside, still dripping wet and naked but for her squishy tennis shoes, her eyes blinked as they adjusted to the bright sunshine.
He stood, towering over her, then reached down and scooped her up, depositing on her stomach over his shoulder. His paw remained firmly on her ass and he started to move with long, powerful strides. As she bounced along, her still wet hair hanging down, her breasts rubbing against the fur of his back, she tried to twist her head to get an idea of the surroundings. It was difficult and disorienting looking at the world basically upside down.
She couldn’t keep track of how long he walked but after what she thought was about 15 minutes. He stopped and shrugged her off. To her relief, she found herself at the car park, her SUV just a few steps away. She fumbled to unzip the fanny pack to retrieve her keys. Then she turned back to where the creature had been, but he had already disappeared.