Date: Tue, 15 Jun 1999 08:13:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Kyle Schwitters Subject: "Ballin' Bigfoot" ==================================================== The author permits all kinds of archiving, posting, reposting, and reproduction in fixed form or otherwise, free or for profit, of this story. This work is unsuitable for minors. ==================================================== BALLIN' BIGFOOT By Kyle Schwitters The three of them had her surrounded, trapped before the big sequoia trunk. "Nush-ee, nush-ee." The large one seemed to be speaking, its hairy right arm extended as if pointing to her. "Nush-ee," the dark tan one repeated as it stealthily approached the cringing young woman. As sweat trickled under her shorts into her crotch, Beth felt the rough tree bark through her thin white cotton blouse. The smallest one was screeching, but remained several yards away, wary of the slim white female with the strange body coverings. The big one rushed her and grasped both her arms in a vice-like grip. It pulled her to its shaggy bosom in a fierce embrace, her face pressed into a filthy mat of fetid fur. "Oh, shit," Beth murmured, as her glasses fell off, rendering her surroundings a hazy fuzz. From behind, she felt paws - or were they hands - grasping her hips below where her blouse had pulled out from her sweat-soaked tan khaki shorts. Finger-like nails (claws?) raked her bare skin as the two beasts tugged at her perspiring, pinioned body. "Nush-ee, nush-ee," the light-haired one cried again, pulling on Beth, even as the large one tugged Beth forward, her nostrils mashed into the stifling stench of its muscled chest. She felt herself losing ... losing ... losing ... ... she regained consciousness draped high over the giant's broad shoulder, her body secured by a mitten of fur firm upon her khaki-covered bottom. The two companions strode closely behind, the tan one furtively pawing at Beth's back and sides as she was trundled of to ... God only knew. As her body jostled athwart the giant's shoulder, Beth recalled events leading up to this ... predicament... ... a shortcut, that's what she'd hoped to gain when she left Salmon for Warm Lake. The Idaho towns were 85 miles apart as the crow flys, but the Route 75 - Dogwood Road drive, more than 145 miles - always seemed to take forever. So, against her cousin Bobbi's advice, Beth had aimed her Blazer at the National Forest east-west Middle Trail, having noted its twists and turns on her map. "Don't do it Beth," Bobbi had warned. "It's already 2 o'clock and you'll have a hard time making it before dusk." "Hey, Bobbi," she'd replied, "I know this is your territory, but I can follow a map, and I say I can do it in less than two hours. Don't worry. I'll phone you when I reach Warm Lake," she assured her favorite cousin, and she departed for her sister's place, west, near the Salmon River. But she misread the map after all, and lost control of the Blazer on a downhill, left the dirt road, sideswiped a small pine and crashed into a fallen log. She managed to restart the vehicle, but it stalled going up the slope and she wasn't able to get the motor to turn over again. She was hiking to what the map showed was an exit trail when `they' emerged from a thicket. A jogger, trim and fit, Beth ran up the trail and through the brush, dodging tree trunks for about a quarter mile before the big one cut her off and, terrified, she found herself surrounded by the three of them, although the smallest kept its distance. "Sasquatch! But no," Beth thought, "that's Vancouver - up north! There's no Bigfoot here!" But what else could they be? They fit the descriptions she'd heard from friends back in Seattle and the literature also seemed to confirm them as sasquatch, American apes. s. The biggest one was at least seven and-a-half feet tall, maybe 450 pounds. It bore the general mass of an ape, with thick, brown, matted hair, but it had an amazingly human- like face, not the Neanderthalish low brow and sloping forehead that "sighters" reported. No, these creatures had rather smooth tan faces framed by short dark or light brown hair, with dark eyes and eyelashes, and defined chins and cheekbones. And their brows, mouths, lips and teeth seemed capable of expressing - and articulating - a range of human- like emotions. (Were they using language?) ... she was carried, like a duffel bag, for what seemed like miles, deep into the forest. The sun got dimmer as they moved into dense foliage. Beth's temples ached as the blood pounded in her drooping head, the creature's arm bearing her 110 pounds as easily as a small child. On down an incline they trudged, through poplar, oak and sequoia. The tree trunks were now larger as they moved into ancient woods. Suddenly, the tan creature with the drooping teats - which Beth presumed was a jealous mate - grasped the waistband of her shorts and pulled, ripping the seam and baring Beth's pale blue-panties. "Oh!" Beth shrieked, as the cool late afternoon breeze lightly kissed her sweaty bare back and her brief underpants wedged in her damp anal cleft. Before the she-creature could continue her assault, Beth's carrier whirled and dropped the female with a left- armed blow to the side of her head. Stunned, the she- creature slowly rose and trudged off into the brush. Beth was carried onward into the darkening forest. She sensed the female and the little one were following nearby, as branches cracked and leaves crackled. Draped over the big man-ape, about all she saw were unfocused views of the leafy ground and blurry tree trunks as she bobbed across the big creature's furry shoulder. As small branches and vines brushed and scraped her face and shoulders, Beth hoped to awaken from a dream. Here she was, a 25-year-old single woman with a master's in history, employed two years by the Snohomish County Board of Education, looking forward to a whole two weeks of adventure and fun visiting relatives in the "country." And, well it was just impossible that she was now being kidnapped by Bigfoot! Right? (Right) As darkness descended, they reached a large rock ledge, an overhang, topped by small trees, drooping vines and brush and sequestered amid many giant pines and firs. The big sasquatch carried Beth into the cave, followed by his two "family" members. The entrance to the shelter was about 10 feet high, leading back into a chamber that narrowed to a height of about seven feet, causing the big male to stoop low with his human cargo. He deposited Beth upon a straw-covered rock floor. Then, inexplicably, the creature ambled back toward the entrance and departed the cave. The daylight had vanished, but, surprisingly, on the stone floor halfway back into the cave a small flame burned inside what appeared to be a crude clay lamp. A full moon also afforded additional light, for which a near-sighted girl could be thankful. Feeling some relief, but apprehensive about the female's presence, Beth rolled onto her side and eased her weary head onto the long tufts of dried grass. Her temples still ached and she was thirsty. And exhausted. Seizing the opportunity to punish the object of her mate's attention, the female sasquatch slinked silently on all fours up to Beth, where the creature sniffed Beth's armpit and crotch. Heart racing, Beth began to rise, to run for it, when the female grabbed Beth's short brown hair in one stubby hand and grasped her blouse lapel with the other. "Ri-i-i-p-p" tore the buttons of the light blouse in the she-creature's grasp, baring Beth's Olga Elegant Twist bra- covered breasts and midriff. Beth screamed at this fresh assault, as her flimsy bra cups were violently torn from her small, heaving breasts. Her pink nipples quivering upon her jiggling breasts, Beth cowered as the ape-woman pursued her, grabbing and twisting Beth's exposed right tit and seizing the shreds of her ripped shorts. The khakis easily came away from Beth's heaving belly, and the frenzied female pulled the tattered cloth down and off Beth's slim thrashing thighs and calfs, leaving her clad only in her brief pale blue panties, sweat socks and low cut hiking shoes. Beth briefly broke the female's grip and began running for the cave entrance, but the quick sasquatch snagged her her waistband and pulled it down, baring Beth's firm milky white buttocks. Then Beth tripped over her panties as they were wrenched down to her knees. Off her ankles Beth's panties were stripped, exposing her virginal peach-soft pudenda to the excited she-ape's gaze. Beth felt an involuntary release of warm urine trickle down her thigh. The female creature, perspiring and exuding a nauseating fecal odor, pounced on Beth, knocking the terrified young woman backward onto the cave floor. As Beth's legs spread in a reflexive effort to brace her fall, the female Bigfoot dove face-first onto Beth, thrusting drooling lips upon Beth's bared wet pussy and inserting a salivating tongue between Beth's moist labia. "Agh-gh-ee-ee!," Beth screamed, as her pink vaginal lips were pried apart by the she-creature's strong grimy hands. As the sub-human's hot, dripping tongue entered her, Beth tried to roll onto her belly to escape the onslaught. But the she-ape, in a sexual frenzy, pinned Beth on her stomach and, enraged, brutally clawed, squeezed and kneaded Beth's bared, quivering buttocks. As Beth wriggled under the 300- pound beast, the creature parted Beth's hairless cheeks and drove a rigid finger into the slim woman's exposed anus. "Ye-ow!" Rolling and twisting from the female's grasp, Beth cried in pain as she sought escape from her strong attacker. Her nude body was red and scratched under the relentless assault. Just then, the big male surged toward them. With a powerful swipe of his heavy right arm the female was knocked head-first against the cave wall. Unconscious. "Ky-ee, Ky-ee, toh-mah, toh-mah," he bellowed as he kicked the prostrate see-creature's rib cage. She remained still, blood beginning to drip from a deep head wound. Naked and trembling, Beth stepped back from the scene, her hands instinctively cupped over her bare bosom and crotch. She didn't quite know why, but she felt embarrassed as this sub-human sasquatch's gaze fell upon her lithe, petite nudity. And, oh, she wished she had her glasses. Still puffed up in the wake of his "victory," the big male moved toward her, as she modestly sheltered her curly- haired pubes and soft, comely breasts. He reached and pulled her covering hand away from her breasts. Trembling, trying to hold back the pee that again pressured her urethra, Beth somehow stood her ground as he tentatively, then boldly, fingered her nipples, one, then the other. Beth winced at first, but, surprising herself, she suppressed her terror as she realized he meant her no harm - at least not yet. Beth also noticed that the giant's odor had diminished. His damp fur confirmed the creature (apparently) had left the cave to bathe in the creek they had forded on the way in. The ape-man tweaked and lightly pinched and kneaded her petite breasts. Beth watched as her little nipples became engorged, pertly standing at attention under this . this beast's . ministrations. "No," she told herself, this isn't right. I'm not - I'm not ... he's not doing this! I'm dreaming!" She was in fact a virgin. Oh, she'd had a few chances and close encounters. Jack, her sometime boyfriend, had finger-popped her twice, but until her father died three years ago, she'd been "Daddy's Girl." Striving always to please him by doing her best at his sports - skiing and biking - and getting mostly A's in school. But after the heart attack felled him at 47, she felt somehow bound to retain herself intact, so to speak. As kind of a ... tribute ... to her Dad's devotion to her. And, no ... they didn't do anything, really, she and Dad, but ... well ... enough of this, she mused, as the situation at hand refocused her senses ... Through her unfocused near-sightedness, she stared at a decidedly half-human face - as the hulking creature eyeballed, kneaded and petted her soft naked flesh. "Pont-a-mon," the creature uttered in a guttural voice. "Pont-a-mon," it repeated, as it gestured toward Beth's reddening breasts. Its eyes, dark brown, moved in quick flashes from her breast to her face, back and forth, as if, she thought, to bring her somehow into his sensitivities. He seemed to be communicating - with words - that he wished her to comprehend. And at this moment, she also perceived from his facial expressions a flash of recognition that she was, in fact, making an effort to meet him halfway. But, no, Beth really didn't think that . but he did, after all, exhibit human-like traits - compassion and curiosity. "Pont-a-mon," she said silently. "Maybe he means "breast or breasts!" His hands were, she had to admit, quite human in the way the thumbs opposed the tapering fingers. And the way he was ... rubbing her ... nipples to such a hardness ... well ... "Stop right now, Beth." she scolded herself inwardly. But his fingers became more insistent and ... (no) he lowered his face to them and (yes), he took her nipple between his lips ... ("Please ... no! ...") Be strong, Beth urged her psyche. After all, he was ... her protector, and probably her only hope of escaping this cave and this forest alive. But her nipples ... well, the stirrings in her breast sent surges of ... excitement through her belly and around her navel to her vulva and, yes, her perineum and anus. He had to stop, didn't he? At some point? But no, now ... he was licking down her abdomen, to her little innie navel. Licking around and inside the cup. Definitely unaccustomed to such tantalization and arousal - even for her - she hardly noticed when he knelt and helped her slide down beside his monstrous form on the grass-covered floor of the cave. She wanted to flee, but knew she could not. He might punish her, brutally. But now he was lazily tracing his fingers up and down her lower belly ... and down to her curly brown thatch. Oh, she prayed - for the first time since childhood - don't let him do anything more ... Out of the corner of her eye she dimly glimpsed a smooth, thick, and long ... thing ... his ... his ... penis! Covered by his thick abdominal fur, until now, the red glans emerged from its sheath as droplets of clear fluid glistened at its slit opening. So big! She guessed 15 inches minimum, maybe four inches thick! And its twin balls seemed ready to burst their hairy scrotal sac. She gasped as his finger furtively entered her moist- lipped pussy, slowly, not thrusting. She was wet (sasquatch foreplay?) and he was, it was ... so ... penetrating. Her breathing was coming in short gasps now as he gently probed her warm vagina. He bent to sniff it, sniffed his finger, and, then, thus assured, resumed his digital exploration. Humiliation reddened her cheeks as he caressed her supple buttocks and when he probed her tight tiny anus, she found she couldn't hold back an audible fart. Reinserting his finger into her vagina, he found and fingered her clitoris, and the engorged organ shot bolts of lightning throughout her loins. She knew orgasms. Her college roommate Jenny had introduced her to vibrators, and she'd nearly gotten off with Jack. But this ... this ... was ... somehow different. Like an initiation ... ("Christ, it feels good!") She felt her pre-coital fluids rise and move within the corpuscles of her vaginal walls and now was unable to control her rhythmic undulating thrusts against his fingers. "Deeper! Deeper!" (She said it out loud!) He shot her a quizzical gaze, searched with his own the depths of her glazed eyes. She met his stare with that of a woman besotted, in heat, transfixed by an incendiary trance that now only orgasm could release. She bent and untied her shoe laces and slipped them and her socks off, taking care not to impede his curious but insistent probing. He nuzzled her cheeks and hair with his broad nose. Dreamily, she relaxed to allow him to nudge her into a recumbent position. And he protectively reclined above her vulnerable slimness. His huge cock pressed hard against her soft flank and she felt warm Bigfoot pre-cum trickle onto her lower belly and side. Her pussy was itself oozing now, as his slick finger was joined by one from his other hand. Now beyond any thought of flight, Beth strained against his fingers as they snaked in and out of her wanton cunt. His tongue licked her left nipple then sucked her entire breast into his mouth, gently lipping her soft flesh as she gurgled with ecstatic urgency. Her fingers gripped his great furry ribcage and pulled his hair as she uninhibitedly pumped her Venusian mount against his furry lower abdomen. His penis was a rock against her belly, and as its un- sheathed glans moved inexorably to her honey pot, she threw a leg over his upper thigh in a final gesture of surrender. Of course she was tight. And his thick cock wreaked pain and bleeding as he entered her unvisited vagina. But, curiously (or perhaps not), he withdrew momentarily, as if to acknowledge her discomfort. Within minutes, hurting and bloody, but nearing the precipice of orgasm, she coaxed him into her again. She bit her lower lip as his monster pushed three, four, five inches into her straining snatch. "Oh ... ah ... ah ... oh ... oh!" she cried, but held him firmly as he started to withdraw. "No, no, it's all right, it's all right," she cooed against his thick chest. "Ah-raht," he responded, "Ah-raht." "Yes, yes!" Beth whispered weakly, as his shlong pushed again into her proffered pussy. "Yes." She passed out briefly when his organ sent searing jolts pulsating through her love canal. But she came to in time to feel his thick super-heated semen spurt long liquid ropes into depths of her no man would ever reach. "Agh-h-h-h, cung-ah, cung-ah," he hollered, as his great body heaved, bucked and shuddered throughout the powerful orgasm. His strong arms had bridged most of his immense weight off Beth as he fucked her and came. Within minutes, she was able to climax, beautifully, in his protective embrace, an act of endearment she would later recall. And climax she did. Filled with his bulging penis, her body rode wave after wave of titillation that reverberated from her ears and mouth to her thighs, breasts, navel, anus, pussy, all churning in chilling undulations of orgasmic scintilation. She believed she fainted again at the end of her third spasm, but couldn't be certain. Conscious afterward and cuddled in the creature's long arms, she felt an unexpected fulfillment. An unmistakable kinship. Fucked by ... Bigfoot. And not sorry, although she wrestled with misgivings for some hours before finally surrendering to sleep on the floor of the cave beside a hard-breathing sasquatch. Despite her soreness, and the dirt, and the bug bites, she slept the sleep of a satiated lover, only to be awakened hours later by his insistent nuzzling of her sticky wet pudendum. She dreamily responded and grasped his stiff organ and massaged its half-sheathed glans until she felt him shudder in the throes of another explosive, frothy climax. She stroked his ear as he licked his viscous semen from her belly and bush. Then she fell into another slumber . Beth awoke to the whomp-whomp-whomp of an approaching helicopter, and an empty cave. Her fuzzy vision perceived no discernible movement, no sasquatch. No ... lover. But as the noise of the rotor grew louder, she found, neatly arrayed near her, a wooden water-filled bowl, some huckleberries arrayed on a small rock slab, and a large animal skin. ===========================END================================= The author welcomes comments, diatribes or other communication about this story: jismguy@yahoo.com