Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2021 15:34:16 +0000
From: Dave Arnold <bigstuddog@live.com>
Subject: Sasquatch In My Mind (Bi SciFi and Bestiality)

Sasquatch In My Mind

It was great to be taking in the scenery of the Cascades. It was just what
I needed. A week to get away and figure out what was going on in my life. I
should have the world by the balls. I was a twenty-five years old computer
geek making six figures. I had an ultra hot girlfriend that was always
wanting to jump my bones.

And that was the problem. I could get it up and fuck her for hours, but I
couldn't cum unless I imagined it was a well endowed stud sawing his huge
uncut gnarled cock in and out of her pussy. Somehow I just couldn't get off
thinking about my little cock doing the job. Not that I'm tiny, at five and
a half inches I'm just slightly on the small side of normal. But Gina could
tell that I was no longer thinking about her when I was getting off. I
tried to explain to her that I needed to concentrate to get my nut, but
things were getting worse between us.

I wasn't sure why I needed to think this. Maybe because all through high
school and college I'd been a nerd. All the jocks always bragged about how
much pussy they were always getting. Because I was a genius, I'd been put
in the "Jock" dorm, even though I was about as nonathletic as a person
could possibly be. I was there to tutor the high level jocks, which had
it's perks.

In high school I'd always been picked on, even beaten up by several
bullies. But at the University it was a completely different story. No one
picked on me there. The jocks made sure of that. It was well known that if
you picked on the nerd, the jocks would beat you senseless. Of course the
jocks made nerd jokes about me, but they were made as friendly jests, not
maliciously.

As a freshman they gave me the starting Quarterback for a roommate. He was
a redshirt sophomore so even though he'd been there 2 years he still had
three years of eligibility left. There couldn't be two more different
people on campus. Ben was six feet five inches tall and was a cut two
hundred and fifty pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal. I was five feet
five inches tall and weighed all of a hundred and ten pounds. Whereas Ben
excelled at every sport, I wasn't even good at tiddly winks. And on the
first day as roommates the biggest difference became painfully obvious. He
was hung like a fucking stallion.

He had nine gnarly uncut inches of manhood between his legs which he was
rightly proud of. It was incredibly thick with veins protruding all over
it. His foreskin was so long and loose that even when the monster was fully
erect only the slightest bit of it peeked out of the hood. In fact he was
so proud of it that he rarely wore clothes around the room. And he exuded
sex appeal.

My five and a half inch cut cock just paled in comparison. As I said I was
average size but most of the Jocks were above average size which gave me a
bit of an inferiority complex. But even though they were nearly all bigger
than average Ben made them seem ordinary in comparison. He gave a new
meaning to the term Big Man On Campus.

Surprisingly he never belittled me on the size of my dick. In addition to
the fact that I was the one that stood between him continuing to be
eligible to play football and losing his scholarship, I think he truly
liked me.

I on the other hand completely idolized him. He was everything that I
wanted to be but wasn't. But he treated my like a favorite little
brother. He took me with him on the nights when he went out partying. So I
always got to hang out with the coolest people at the party. And while he
didn't treat me like an equal, he didn't treat anyone like an equal, he
didn't belittle me or let anyone else belittle me.

Of course that didn't keep him from entertaining the ladies on our room. He
didn't have a steady girlfriend by choice. He wanted to be able to fuck any
of them any time he wanted. And believe me there were no shortage of young
ladies lining up to "ride the pony". He never asked me to leave the room
when he planned on having a young lady spend the night. He was a bit of an
exhibitionist and would never even get under the covers when he fucked
them. His bed was on the opposite wall as mine with only six feet of
distance between them. So I had a bird's eye view of him boinking them.

Of course I was shy so I always had gym shorts and a T-shirt on except when
I was in the shower. Ben always kidded me that I needed to loosen up. "What
you need is to get laid." He frequently said when I was especially shy.

The first couple of weeks I just lay under the covers trying to stroke off
without being noticed while he noisily rutted with the lady du jour. He
liked to keep the desk light on so he could see what he was doing, and I
also believe so I could see what he was doing. And boy could I see what he
was doing. Every now and then he'd turn to me and wink at me. And I knew
that I was busted. He knew I was choking my chicken watching my own private
little porno. And he was every bit the stud of any of the leading porn
actors. Occasionally he even pulled out for the "Money Shot".

Then came the fateful night that I'll always remember. He brought a
freshman cheerleader to the room for the evening. They had come back from a
frat party after Ben had led the team to a win at homecoming earlier in the
day. I had left the party early to get some work done. Even though they
were both underage they both had obviously imbibed in more than a couple of
beers. I was already in my sleeping clothes and working on a custom
computer program that I was working on freelance for a major corp. I sighed
softly. I knew that I wouldn't get anything else done on it tonight, so I
closed the computer down.

"Hey Becca. This is my roomie "Geek". He wasn't being nasty, the jocks all
referred to me with the affectionate nickname of "Geek". "Don't worry he's
cool with us being here." She just giggled in response. She was much more
interested in what was rumored to be hiding in Ben's pants than the fact
that I even existed.

She was barely five feet tall so instead of pushing her to her knees, he
pushed her until she was sitting on the foot of the bed. Which gave me a
perfect side view of the action. "Why don't you get the "pony" ready to
ride?" She just giggled and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his
jeans. Gravity pulled them to the floor, revealing that unsurprisingly he'd
been going commando. "OW!" Becca squealed in delight at the sight of it. He
stepped out of his jeans and used his left foot to toss them into the
corner.

All of the girls on campus knew that Ben had one of the rare uncut cocks on
campus. They were all curious about it and Becca was no exception. It was
obvious she knew her way around a dick by the way she cradled his semi
erect cock in her palm and caressed his huge balls with the other hand. But
it was also obvious that she was enthralled with his foreskin. She peeled
it back and squealed with delight, "This is so cool!"

"Becca why don't you use your mouth for something other than talking..."
Ben suggested as he palmed the back of her head used his huge hand pull her
toward his manhood.

She didn't argue the point at all. She took the head into her petite little
mouth and started running her tongue under his foreskin. There wasn't room
for much more than the head of his cock in her mouth. But it didn't take
her long to get Ben fully erect. He pulled out and stroked himself a couple
of times retracting his foreskin each time he ran his hand down his
cock. Pre was drooling out of his slit as his cock bobbed like a cobra in
front of her face. She was mesmerized.

"I'm not sure all of this can fit in that tiny pussy of yours." Ben egged
her on.

"Yes it can. Let me show you!" She begged. I think she had forgotten that I
was even in the room. She quickly stripped out of her cheerleader
outfit. In her eagerness she just let the pieces fall where ever they
happened to fall.

With that Ben laid her back down on the bed and crawled between her
legs. Her pubic hair was like a swamp when Ben bent his head to the task of
eating her pussy. He always joked that he was a "cunning cunnilinguist",
but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasing the
ladies. His big flexible tongue knew every trick there was to bring them to
Nirvana. Becca was no exception. He teased her at first nibbling at her
inner thighs as she squirmed trying to get his tongue over to the main
target. He nibbled at both of her labia but was avoiding her clit as she
moaned and squirmed in anticipation. Finally with just the tip of his
tongue he attacked. It fluttered back and forth almost too fast to see on
her erect little nub. She came almost immediately.

That didn't even slow Ben down. He took the whole area around her clit into
his mouth and sucked on and tongued her clit. Soon he was working his
middle finger in and out while he continued to suck on her pussy. She was
starting to build to a climax again when he pulled his mouth away and got
ready to fuck her. He put her knees over his shoulders and moved forward
until the tip of his cock was right at her opening.

Despite her earlier protestations that it would fit, it took at least a
full minute of the twat two step to get the whole thing into her tight
little quim. When his huge balls came to rest against her she cried out in
triumph, "See I told you that it would fit!"

He didn't give her time to gloat. He withdrew his boner and jammed it back
in, almost knocking the breath out of her in the process. I had a perfect
side view of his cock working in and out of her, his huge low hangers
slapping against her with an audible whap each time they slammed against
her. Although you could barely hear it over the "Ah, Ah, Ah" noise that was
continually coming out of that cute little mouth.

He varied the pace, keeping her right on the edge. The funny thing is I
really only had eyes for his cock, not for Becca's nubile form. I wanted to
see his huge balls draw up and fill the little minx with a cunt full of his
thick potent cum. I didn't have to wait long. He had her bent almost in
half as he worked his massive cock into her, his pace quickening as he came
closer to his climax.

Then it happened. "Aaarrghhh!" Becca cried out in a massive orgasm, Ben
gave two last deep thrusts then held it deep in her as his balls slammed
against his body. He was firing off shot after shot of thick virile cum
deeper in her body than anyone had ever been. Then he collapsed on top of
her.

After a moment he whispered something into her ear. She grinned and nodded
in agreement. Then he got up off of her. I could see the gaping hole where
his dick had been. Because of how deep he shot his load into her I knew
that it would take a minute or two for it to start to seep out. I often
wondered what it would be like to eat their pussies after he'd cum in them,
but I knew I'd never get the courage to do it.

"Well Geek, Becca and I've decided that it's time for you to lose your
virginity. So get out of those clothes and show her how a real Geek fucks a
lady." He said with a friendly chuckle.

Although I hadn't been expecting the opportunity to lose my cursed
virginity, I sure wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially with
the prospect of such a hot cheerleader. I got out of bed and before I knew
it Becca was on her knees stripping my gym shorts off of me. My rock hard
erection caught on the waist band and then shot up, slinging a thin stream
of precum from her breasts to her chin. "Ooh Geek it's so cute." She cried
out in surprise a moment before taking it into her cute little mouth.

It was obvious that I was more the size she was used to. She hadn't been
able to do much with Ben's massive monster given the size of her little
mouth. But I was a different story. She bobbed eagerly on my boner,
twisting her head back and forth as she did. Her tongue was fluttering on
the underside of my cock as she worked her oral magic. She had no gag
reflex as my cock went down her throat on each bob. But embarrassingly
there was no way for me to hold back. Instinctively I grabbed the back of
her head and held it against me as I cried out, "I'm cumming!" And with
that I jettisoned my load straight down her throat.

She didn't miss a beat, she just started swallowing. Her throat muscles
were milking the cum out of my cock. I finally let go of the back of her
head as the last dregs of my load oozed out of my cock. To my surprise she
wasn't angry, she just pulled back until the head of my cock was in her
mouth and she started to go to town on it with her tongue. It didn't take
long to revive my erection.

She pulled off and lay back on the bed with her legs spread. Her pussy was
a mess from Ben's huge load that had been leaking out the whole time she'd
been sucking my cock. But that just made it more of a turn on. Knowing that
I was going to be sticking my cock where Ben's had been just moments
earlier had my cock throbbing in anticipation. He was the most Alpha male
I'd ever seen and he was going to share his cunt with me.

I quickly crawled between her legs and lined my dick up with her sopping
wet snatch. Of course after just getting fucked by nine fat inches she
wasn't exactly tight. Loose wasn't even an adequate description of the
fit. I could barely feel the sides or the top. The only friction was on the
bottom where I was pushing my cock down against he bottom of her sex. And
there wasn't much friction there because of the copious quantities of Ben's
man juice.

But just knowing it was Ben's fluids lubing my cock had me ready to cum in
less than a minute. I took one last deep thrust and my whole body
contracted as I shot my load deep in Becca gaping cooter. Of course she
didn't cum, but she didn't seem disappointed at all. She knew that she was
going to get plenty of orgasms from Ben as the night went forward. I rolled
off her onto my back, exhausted from my exertions.

To my surprise Becca rolled over and sucked the mixed cum off of my
shriveling manhood. Ben laughed and said, "I guess that makes us "wiener
cousins" now." Then he playfully pushed me out of his bed, pushed Becca
face down onto the bed and started to plow her like only a real stud
could. She was soon having a series of multiple orgasms and was begging for
more.

I got into my bed and for the first time in my life I slept in the raw. I
would continue to sleep like that for the rest of my life.

It became sort of a tradition that I would get sloppy seconds every time
Ben brought home a piece of ass. I was always more fixated on the fact that
Ben's cum was lubing me than the thought that it was a nubile young lady's
gash that I was fucking. They were just one night stands that Ben was
bringing home while he was my hero.

Of course Ben didn't bring home a coed to fuck every night. He would have
never gotten any studying done. It was usually only Friday and Saturday
night. But it also became a tradition on the other nights to stroke off to
porn together after we finished our homework. We'd sit side by side as we
watched the video. Sometimes Ben even put an arm around my shoulder as we
each pulled our own pud. But we never touched each others junk. Half the
time my eyes were fixated on Ben more than the video. He was usually more
of a stud than the guy in the video anyway. I would to have loved just once
to be able to jack him off, but I never came close to asking.

After Ben graduated at the end of my third year (it wasn't my junior year,
I'd graduated a year and a half early. I was only still in school because I
was working on my PhD) and that was the end of the pussy. Despite the fact
that I'd been getting as much strange as anyone in the school, I'd never
learned how to ask a chick out. So it was back to Rosie Palm and her five
sisters for me. But between working on my PhD, tutoring sports stars and
working on freelance programing I didn't have a whole lot of time to shag
young ladies anyway.

It wasn't till after I'd gotten a great job at a tech firm that I had time
to meet anyone. She was a fellow techie, that worked for a different
company that shared the same building. We met in the cafe and soon we were
a steady item.

It didn't take long for her to ask me over to her apartment to spend the
night. I'd never asked a girl out before and she realized that if she
waited for me to take her to bed we might stay celibate for the rest of out
lives. Although I was shy and she wasn't a virgin at the time, I had way
more experience when it came to fucking. And surprisingly when a chick
wasn't stretched obscenely by Ben's massive member I had no trouble getting
them to have a good orgasm. My problem was I was having a hard time having
an orgasm. I'd always thought of the fact that my cock was sliding in Ben's
cum slick as the thing to get me over the top. And now it seemed like I
couldn't get off without thinking of my cock sliding in Ben's load. I tried
and tried and tried again to get myself over the top but to no
avail. Finally I closed my eyes and imagined that I was watching a big hung
stud fucking her senseless and within half a minute I was busting a nut in
her.

This resolved the situation for a while but after half a dozen times she
started to notice that I was as she put it, "no longer with her when I
came". I tried to play it off as I needed to concentrate when I came, but
it was driving a wedge between us. It finally came to a head when she
decided we should maybe take a break from each other for a couple of weeks
and then see if that would help.

I was heartbroken but she really didn't give me a choice. And she was
right, we couldn't go on pretending that there wasn't a problem. And
although she didn't say it I knew the problem was with me.

First I wondered if I was gay. But that didn't make sense either. I didn't
think of two guys going at it when I got off. It was always a guy and a
girl. It just was that it wasn't ME and a girl. It was always a much more
studly guy, a guy like Ben who was fucking the girl. Was it an inferiority
complex? Was I a voyeur at heart? I had no idea of what to think. Maybe I
should go to a shrink, but I was too embarrassed to admit to any of this...

So what I decided was to take a week off and head up to the mountains to do
a little trout fishing. It was one of the best things to help me clear my
head. Maybe camping for a week alone in God's country would help me reason
things out.

I drove up as far into the wilderness as the road would take me and I
parked my Escalade. The area that I was planning on fishing was about three
miles upstream and I figured it would take at least three trips to bring my
tent, fishing equipment and food supplies to last for a week. I put the
first set of supplies in my back pack and took off down the trail, map in
hand.

About a mile in I could hear a voice in my head that said, "Yes you're
going in the right direction..." I jumped at first because I was sure there
was someone right behind me whispering this. But there was no one to be
seen anywhere. I continued a little over a mile longer when a large creek
that didn't appear on the map cascaded down a twenty foot waterfall into
the main river.

The strange voice in my head said, "Take this trail up to the top of the
falls."

I argued with it. "No that's not where the fly shop suggested that I fish."
Why was I having this argument with myself.

"Just go up and see what's up there. If it's not good then you can come
back down and fish where the proprietor suggested." The voice persisted.

Knowing I'd never be able to get over the curiosity of what was up there if
I didn't at least give it a look I turned off the main path and headed up
the new one. You could barely make out a trail if it even was one but I
followed it. When I got to the top I couldn't believe my eyes. Rolling out
in front of me was the most beautiful midsized trout stream I'd ever
seen. It was a perfect combination of pools and riffles with many swift
deep runs.

On top of that it looked completely undisturbed by mankind. I walked over
to the stream and looked into it. It was full of trout in the 18 inch to 24
inch range and a few that looked considerably larger. They were busy
picking nymphs off the bottom now at midday, but I figured that that would
evolve into hatches as the day went on.

"See I told you this would be better than where you'd been planning to
go..." The voice in my head said snidely.

This time I didn't dignify it with a response.

"I guess it would be too much to expect a thank you for the advice." The
voice continued with a chortle.

I was starting to worry if I was really starting to have a mental
breakdown. Schizophrenia? But I didn't have time to think about that. I
looked for a good place to set up my tent. There was a great little
clearing that was high and dry. I set the tent up and all of the attendant
things that made a good camp. I even found a nice boulder in the sun to set
my solar heated shower bag on so it would be nice and hot when I took a
shower that evening.

Then I just about ran back down to the SUV to get the food and cooking
equipment. I was sure that I would be able to catch plenty of fresh trout
to supplement what I'd brought with me. I didn't bring anything perishable
since I had no way of keeping it cold for a week so I was going to have to
rely on freeze dried and powdered food. But I did bring a camp stove and
some pots and pans to cook with.

Finally I went back for my fishing equipment. I'd saved that for the last
trip or I might not have had the will power to keep my from trying out this
paradise before I'd brought all of my stuff up and set up camp. Finally I
was ready to give this perfect stream a thorough going over.

I went over to the stream and using a dip net I netted a few of the nymphs
that were active on the bottom. They were large stoneflies that were common
to the area. I had tied some up before I'd come on the trip so I wouldn't
have to use my travel kit to tie some before I started. I brought the
travel tying kit just in case I needed to match a particular hatch that was
native to the stream I was on.

I was right next to a nice riffle that seemed to be teeming with trout and
in no time I had a 22 inch wild rainbow on the end of my line. And wild was
the word for it. I think it spent more time in the air than it did in the
water. All thoughts of my dysfunctional sex life had completely fled my
cranium as I caught and released one trout after another. I continued to
work my way up to a deep fast run.

The voice in my head was back, "I bet there is a monster in the outside
bend where the current gouges into the side of the mountain..."

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that the best fish in this section
would take up residence there." I replied in my head like I was actually
talking to someone else.

By the time I finally fished my way to that portion of the stream the
stonefly hatch had begun in earnest. I waded out into the current. It was a
fast current which made the wading treacherous. But right against the far
side of the creek where it cut into the sheer cliff was the largest creek
rainbow I'd ever seen. It was over three feet long, but sleek, not like the
football shaped trout that you find in some lakes. It was sleek and
powerful from fighting the current of the creek all it's life.

The huge fish was just out of casting range on the other side of the fast
deep run. I couldn't fish for it from the other side because of the cliff
so I would have to try from this side. I eased my way as close as I could,
barely keeping my footing in the treacherous rapids. I tied on a fresh dry
stone fly and doped it heavily with gink. I made a couple of false casts to
get as much line out as possible, then I executed a double haul cast. I got
it nearly where I wanted but still a foot short. It was out of his feeding
window. I kept casting but with the same result each time. His feeding
window was just a foot further out than I could cast.

"It's OK to go out a little further..." The voice in my head suggested.

I inched out further into the current. The gravel was unstable beneath my
wading boots, the swift current sweeping it out from under me. Despite the
shifting gravel beneath me, I started casting again. I was closer but my
fly was still landing just shy of the huge trout's feeding window. I cast
four or five times but still couldn't get out far enough.

"That's not far enough. Just a few more steps..."

Despite my better judgment I shuffled out into deeper faster water. It was
everything I could do to keep my footing. Each time I twisted my body the
swift deep current tried to pick me up and wash me away. But I wanted this
monster badly. I cast again and managed to lay it down in his feeding
window. I was being buffeted by the current as I watched the big buoyant
fly drifting down toward the behemoth. It slipped out of the slow current
easing into the faster current where my fly was coming down. He eased up
and back as he prepared to take my fly. Because the current was so fast and
the surface was so disturbed he didn't have time to get a good look at it.

He took it and as I reared back to set the hook I lost my footing. The
water pulled my feet out from under me and I was sucked into the deeper
water. My waders filled with water and pulled me under the ice cold snow
melt water. I struggled in vain until my head was slammed against a rock
and I lost consciousness...


I awoke with that same voice in my head. "Just relax... Remain calm..." But
it wasn't my thoughts I was hearing, it was definitely someone or something
else. But it was originating inside my head. I should have been terrified
at the thought of voices in my head, but there was something soothing about
them.

Then as I became more awake and aware I realized that I was laying face
down with a hairy heavy body draped over me. Well not exactly draped, it
was supporting it's own weight not resting on me, but touching me all
over. Just as panic started to set in the voice in my head spoke again.

"Relax... If I wanted to hurt you I cold have killed you in your sleep."
The voice in my head said soothingly. I couldn't help but comply.

"But what's going on?" I asked aloud.

"Don't talk, just think." The strange voice in my head said softly. But
there was something in it that encouraged me to comply.

"But what's going on?" I asked with my mind. It was then I realized that we
were within perfect darkness. It seemed that my consciousness was coming
back a bit at a time, and it seemed to be controlled by this entity that
had gotten inside of my head.

"You almost drowned. You had hit your head on a rock and had been
unconscious. I pulled you out of the current before you had gone over the
waterfall to certain death. You were also going into hypothermia. I brought
you into this cave, undressed you and used my own body heat to warm you
back up." The voice said.

I could feel his body on top of me as I became more and more aware of my
surroundings. His head towered above mine but I could feel his cock resting
in my ass crack. He definitely had an erection, but what was more
surprising was how huge it was. Just what was he?

The voice in my head chuckled. "Questions, questions, questions. My aren't
we full of questions. I'm what your kind refer to as a Sasquatch. Some of
you refer to us as a Bigfoot."

"But they don't really exist!" I protested out loud.

"Please don't talk. I don't understand your language, but I can share your
thoughts. When you vocalize them it just confuses me."

"But they don't really exist!" I said, but this time I just thought it.

"That's better. I assure you that I definitely exist." He said with a
chuckle in his thought/voice. And yes I have an erection. And yes it's much
larger than a human's. Why do I have an erection. Because I find you VERY
attractive and I haven't been with anyone in months..."

"But I'm not gay." I said in my head trying to convince myself as much as
to convince him.

"You aren't? Then why are you hard." He said as his huge hand reached under
me and fondled the erection that I just became aware of. "You can lie to
yourself, but you can't lie to me. That's the blessing and the curse of my
kind..." The voice said pensively. After a moments pause he thought to
me. "Don't worry I won't do anything without your consent. But then you
won't be able to deny your consent with words..."

With that he got off of me and helped me up. The cave we were in had an
entrance that angled to the right, then the left and again to the right,
which made sure that it was in complete darkness. As we walked out the
bright sunlight hurt my eyes for a second until they adjusted to it. When
they had fully adjusted I took a good look at my savior.

He looked to be every bit of nine feet tall. He was covered with black
hair/fur which was of variable lengths all over his body. His pubic
hair/fur was especially long and thick, completely hiding his no longer
erect penis and testicles. There was a powerful musky odor coming from
it. It wasn't foul, it was just a powerful musk that was making my cock
harder than it had ever been before. Because of his height this patch of
pubic hair was right at eye level when I was standing. Despite my
protestations earlier that I wasn't gay I couldn't take my eyes off of this
patch that hid his maleness. I wanted to touch it... And more...

He put one of his huge hands on my shoulder and the voice in my head said,
"Go ahead and touch it." It was scary that I could keep no secrets from him
I thought. "You'll get used to it." The voice said with amusement in it.

I looked up at his face and saw a smile on his semi-human face. But I
couldn't be distracted for long from what was hiding in his groin. Using
both hands I parted his pubic hair and saw what I was looking for. It was
long, at least ten inches long in it's flaccid state. It was thicker than
my cock but not much thicker considering how much much longer it was than
mine. The head was completely covered with a foreskin. It reminded me of
Ben's and how I'd wished I'd been able to play with it when we were
roommates.

"You find my foreskin fascinating. I noticed you no longer have one." He
said reading my thoughts as quickly as I became aware of them. "I know
you're curious. Go ahead and peel it back."

I complied because it was what I desperately wanted to do. When I peeled it
back I saw that the head of his cock was pointed, unlike the more blunt tip
of a human penis. His cock stiffened and grew with each manipulation of
it. "Yessss! It's been a while since anyone has touched me like that." He
was soon fully erect. He had to be about fifteen inches long, but only
about 2 inches in diameter. Not anywhere near as big around as Ben had
been. "Be glad it's long and thin. If it had the same proportions as a
human penis it would be almost five inches in diameter. I don't think your
virgin asshole would be able to handle that."

Just the thought of that had my asshole clenching tightly. "Maybe I don't
want you to shove that monster up my ass." I thought to him.

"But you will. In fact you already want me to, you just aren't ready to
admit it to yourself." He said smugly. He was fully erect and now he was
oozing precum which I used to lubricate him so I could slide my fist the
whole way up and down his long shaft. With my other hand I reached further
into the forest of pubic hair to find his balls. I gasped in shock when I
found them.

"Yes they are huge compared to your dainty little human testicles. Since we
don't live with our partners we need to be able to make sure we do the job
properly when we breed. A long penis with a pointed head to penetrate our
mate's cervix and huge balls to deliver a huge load directly into their
womb."

"Go ahead and take it into your mouth." He said. My mouth was watering at
the prospect. I'd never had a dick in my mouth, but there was nothing in
the world that I wanted to do more than that right now. "Be careful with
your teeth. Cover them with your lips." I followed his advice and took him
into my mouth. It was like nothing I'd ever imagined. It was like steel
encased in velvet. My tongue explored it and it delivered a huge spurt of
precum. It was more than a complete ejaculation by a human. I didn't know
what to expect. It was sweet, salty and had an undertone of bitterness that
reminded me of the musk that was bathing my senses from his pubes. Whatever
resistance I'd had was completely overpowered by this musk.

"Yes you want me. You want me more than you've ever wanted anything in your
life. Don't you?"

"Yes!" I thought to him. And then an involuntary thought came out. "I'm
yours to do with as you please!"

"I've known that since you first came into my territory. I knew that it
would only be a matter of time before you would belong completely to me."
He thought smugly to me. But I had no resistance to him, nor did I want
any. All I wanted right now was for him to empty those huge balls into my
gullet. "Don't worry I plan on satisfying your every desire."

I started running my hands up and down that long manhood while my tongue
continued to massage his dickhead. It was continuously oozing precum which
was just about making me swoon. "Believe me my semen in much more powerful
than the precum." He thought into my mind, almost willing it to be so. I
kept stroking his pre slicked shaft with my right hand and brought my left
hand back up to his huge nuts. I ran my fingernail down his taint and along
his ball sack. This time he let out an audible moan and let out a huge
spurt of pre to reward my efforts. I lovingly caressed those huge seed
factories, eager for him to spill his essence.

He took my head in his massive hands and started to take charge of the
situation. The head of his cock slipped into my throat as he pulled my head
toward his groin. I started to choke on it as he pulled me onto his
cock. But soon my body was responding to the orders he was giving me brain
to brain. I relaxed and soon all fifteen inches was down my gullet. My nose
was buried in his long thick pubic hair. The musk was intense and it had my
brain on fire immediately. Between the musk and the suggestions, his brain
was infusing mine with his will.

I was soon sliding my throat up and down his long manhood. Every time I
went down it the foreskin retracted and as I came back up it covered his
strangely pointed dickhead. I realized that after a moment or two of this
he had trained me to massage him with my throat muscles as I fucked my
throat on his member.

I found myself compelled to reach up and caress his huge bull sized
balls. I couldn't help but contemplate the billions and billions of sperm
that balls like this could deliver...

"Not only can they deliver billions and billions of sperm, I can cum MUCH
more often than a human when I have a partner available. And it's been so
long since I've had someone to play with..."

The pace and timbre of the voice in my head was almost hypnotic. Most times
it wasn't even a voice, just a "suggestion" in my subconscious. But my body
followed it like it was an order. I was eager to please and my body
followed every nuance that the creature willed me through.

"In addition to the extra sperm our huge balls produce they also produce
psychotropic chemicals that will enhance your pleasure and your
compliance..." His voice whispered in my head. "You've already felt it to a
small degree from the precum I've been feeding you, It will be much
stronger in my semen."

I could feel his balls starting to draw up and I knew that he would be
cumming soon. "That's right. I'm right on the edge. You're gonna feel it
too." I had no idea what he meant. "You'll understand in a moment." He
thought to me then I could hear him chuckle into my brain.

And then I felt it. Even though they weren't being stimulated I could feel
a tingling in my balls like I was gonna cum. I could feel my throat working
up and down my own cock, or at least it felt like it. And then all hell
broke loose. Huge jets of cum shot through the beast's fifteen inch cock
directly into my stomach as he grunted "Aaaarrrghhhh!". But that was verbal
not something in my mind.

But at the same time I could feel all the feelings of cum shooting out of
my cock, except there wasn't any. I was only feeling an echo of his
orgasm. But it was so fucking real. More intense than any real orgasm that
I'd ever experienced.

It was a good thing that he was shooting his seed directly into my throat
or I never would have been able to keep up. I could feel him depositing at
least a pint into my stomach. And with each spurt I was getting higher and
higher. Colors and sounds and textures and feelings were all getting
confused as whatever was in his semen took over my mind.

He finally stopped cumming and withdrew his cock from my gullet. He picked
me up and carried me to a bed of leaves. He lay me on the bed and then lay
down beside me. I was terribly confused. I wasn't sure where his mind ended
and mine began.

"Yes it can feel that way at times. Especially when the psychotropic
effects kick in. Don't worry though, I've never heard of anyone having a
bad trip." He thought to me while he pulled me closer to him. And even
though I was tripping I felt safe, warm and content in his powerful arms.

I don't know how much time had passed when I became aware of my own
existence again. The lines between him and I were no longer blurred. Colors
were just colors and smells were just smells again. "Welcome back my young
friend." He said into my head. Well maybe they were still blurred a just a
little.

I looked around and could see that the sun was just at the edge of the
western rim of the canyon and was starting to go down over it. It would get
dark quickly here in the canyon. I looked over at Sasquatch and thought,
"How long have I been out?"

"For about two hours in your kind's reckoning," He thought into my brain.

"Can we go back to my camp. Without clothes and a sleeping bag I'll freeze
tonight." I thought.

"I guess we can do that. It's about ten miles away from here." I heard in
my head as he picked me up and put me on his shoulders. Of course he had a
huge ground covering stride that got us there in about 25 minutes.

"I need to catch some fish for dinner. Where's my gear?"

"I hung your waders and clothes up to dry over there." He thought to me and
directed my head to go in the direction he was thinking. "The rod is laying
on the ground beside it." He continued to inform me. "But there's no need
for you to catch fish for dinner. I can provide them. How many do you need
for yourself to eat?"

"Two about fifteen inches would be good." I thought to him.

Even without hearing his thought directly I realized that he wanted me to
follow him down to the creek. He stood on the edge of the bank and stared
out into the creek. Then to my surprise a fish came rocketing out of the
depths and shot three feet up on the bank, followed in short order by five
more. They were all about fifteen inches. He put his fingers through the
gills of four of them and thought to me. "Those two are yours."

I hooked the remaining two under the gills and we walked back to the
tent. I grabbed my Rapala filet knife and quickly fileted mine. I was going
to offer to let him use the filet knife when a motion caught my eye. He
held the back of the fish with his left hand and using his thumb and
forefinger he gripped the gills and pulled toward the tail. The gills and
the guts came out in one fell swoop. He repeated it on the other three. He
was finished in less the thirty seconds.

"Do you want to cook your fish?" I thought.

"We are not used to cooking our food. Fire might draw curious humans toward
us." He responded.

I got out my camp stove and turned the burner on under a nonstick frying
pan. I put some butter and some salt and pepper in it and started sauteing
the four filets in it. I grabbed a couple of potatoes and diced them into
another frying pan. I added butter and Montreal Steak Seasoning then put a
lid on it while the seasoning infused the potatoes with it's various
flavors.

I wasn't sure how my new friend was going to prepare his dinner. It was one
of the frustrating things that he could tell what I was thinking, but I
could only hear what he was thinking when he wanted me to.

"My dinner is already prepared. I'm just waiting for yours to be finished
so we can eat together." I heard in my head. "Also be glad you can't hear
what everyone is thinking. It can make a being go mad if they aren't used
to it." He added with a chuckle in my brain.

The fish was done, but the potatoes would take a little longer. They'd
probably be done by the time I'd eaten my fish so I grabbed a fork and
carried it to my collapsible camp table. I sat on my folding chair and got
ready to dig into the fresh trout. It was delicious. It doesn't get any
fresher that that. That was when I looked up and saw my companion start to
eat his first fish. He started at the head and just started chewing. I
thought it would make me lose my appetite but between the fact that I was
famished and Sasquatch was telling my mind that it was just natural to eat
that way, my stomach settled right down. I finished my fish with no more
queasiness.

I went over to the stove and checked the potatoes which seemed to be
finished. "Do you want some potatoes?" I thought.

"I've never had potatoes." He thought back.

I took a fork full of the potatoes, blew on it until it was cool and guided
it to his lips. He opened his mouth and I slid the potatoes into his
mouth. He chewed them pensively. I really couldn't read what he was
thinking as he chewed deliberately.

"This is something different. But it's good." He thought.

I grabbed another fork and handed it to him. "You can share the rest of
them with me." I thought and a smile came to his face. It didn't take long
for us to finish the whole pan of them. I'd bought a half dozen dinner
plate size cinnamon rolls at a little family donut shop on the way up the
mountain. I'd eaten one of them on the drive in. I grabbed the box with the
remaining five still in it and offered him one.

He grabbed one and waited for me to take one and set the box down. We both
bit into them simultaneously, My brain felt like it was exploding as I
heard, "WOW! That's AMAZING!"

He shoved the rest of the huge cinnamon roll into his mouth and chewed it
rapidly before swallowing it. He grabbed another out of the box and just
about inhaled it as I was taking my second bite. He grabbed a third one
before I heard a sheepish, "I'm sorry I guess that was rather rude." Which
actually made me chuckle out loud.

"Go ahead and finish the last two. I can only eat this one and they'll be
stale by morning."

"Thank you." He thought at me. He savored the third and fourth rolls like
they were delicacies. "I don't often get sweet things." He thought into my
head when he finished. "They make me horny..."

"I'll bet when you live up here in the mountains by yourself everything
makes you fucking horny." I thought sarcastically to him.

"You're right." He thought at me. Then he picked me up, put me over his
shoulder and carried me to the tent. It was a fair sized ten by twelve foot
cabin tent. The average person could stand erect in it, but not a nine foot
tall Sasquatch. He had to crawl in to access the tent. But although he
couldn't stand up he could stretch out in comfort. He lay on the opposite
side of the tent from my foam sleeping mat and sleeping bag. He lay on his
back and set me down beside him on my bedroll.

He lay there on his back for a few seconds before his erection began to
rise out of his thick patch of pubic hair. He started to control me without
"thought speech" just his mind taking over control of my body. That was
probably what he did to the trout to make them jump out of the water. He
could probably make me drown myself and I would be powerless to resist.

"Yes I could and yes you would. But you needn't worry. I'd never do that to
you." He thought to me then went back to encouraging me to suck his massive
schlong without "thought speech". He didn't need to use coercion to get me
to suck his cock, I wanted more than anything to get another dose of
whatever was in his ejaculate.

I knelt beside him and wrapped my hand around that fifteen inch tower of
manhood. I stroked it up and down, mesmerized by the foreskin retracting
then covering that strangely shaped pointed head of his cock. As the precum
began to flow I took the head into my mouth to make sure I didn't miss a
drop.

"It's even better if you take it rectally. It pretty much goes straight
into your bloodstream that way." He said to me in his thought speech.

"I can't take something into me that's that big!" I protested.

"Trust me you can and you will." He said and then I could sense him taking
control of me on a subconscious level. I stood up and straddled his waist
as I lined myself up over him. I guided the pointed tip to my virgin
asshole. I could sense him telling my body to relax. And it did. My
sphincter relaxed and the head of that long thin cock penetrated my
submissive body. I felt a heavy flow of precum ooze into my body and I
slowly lowered my body onto his member until I was sitting on his pubes.

"I told you it would fit. You didn't have any pain did you?"

"You know I didn't. You can read my thoughts." I said as I rested on him,
the tip of his pointed cock was fifteen inches up my rectum. And a barely
discernible suggestion drew my attention to a spot a couple of inches
inside my rectum. I could feel the beginning of pleasure as I felt his cock
resting against it. I knew immediately that it was my prostate.

I raised and lowered myself on his cock, concentrating on stimulating my
prostate as much as possible. It was what I wanted and I knew that it was
what he wanted too. The stimulation had me burbling pre. As it ran down my
cock he took one of those huge fingers and gathered some of the precum and
brought it to his mouth. He licked it off and thought to me. "That's much
more satisfying than the cinnamon roll..."

I was increasing my pace as I fucked myself on his cock. He was really
leaking pre heavily into me now. Its effect was subtle, but powerful. It
made me want to give myself completely to this alpha male. He was right
about taking it anally being much more powerful than taking it orally. The
blood vessel rich rectal area allowed it to travel directly into the
bloodstream. And directly to my brain...

"So you've figured that out."

"Yeah." I thought back to him. I quickened my pace as I worked to my
climax. He had his huge hands on my hips lifting me up and down on his cock
as I started to succumb to his fluids. As my conscious mind started to fade
his control my subconscious mind began to meld with his. The boundary
between his mind and my mind was beginning to blur. I could feel his
pleasure and I was sure he could feel mine. I could "feel" what his cock
was feeling as it explored the depths of my body. He started to thrust up
into me as he started to approach his climax. It was creating a feedback
loop where I was feeling his sexual excitement and mine and vice versa. As
it continued the feelings increased exponentially. We both came
simultaneously, his huge balls pumping me full of his psychotropic semen.

I was only vaguely aware of my own orgasm. My senses were all jumbled as
colors registered as sounds, sounds as tastes, feelings as colors in all
combinations that you could imagine. And as I collapsed in confusion I
could feel him penetrate the inner depths of my mind where all of my inner
secrets would be known to him...

For what seemed days but was really only half an hour he sifted through my
memories. Nothing was hidden from him. Things that I hadn't remembered in
years were revealed to him. He perused them all but wasn't judgmental about
any of it.

But he didn't just take. He gave me insight back at him. He transferred to
my brain how his kind came across the land bridge to North America long
before any of the humans did. They had already developed their telepathy
before they crossed the land bridge. There populations had never been dense
and when they came to this continent and were spread out even further their
telepathy became even stronger.

But it became a double edged sword. They could no longer live in
groups. When they did their thoughts became a cacophony that could drive
them to madness. They could no longer exist within about 100 miles from
each other. The most they could manage was when they mated to come together
long enough to pass on their genetic material, then after mating one time,
fleeing from each other. It was one of the reasons they had evolved
psychotropic effects in their semen. While the females brains where on a
trip their thoughts were incoherent allowing the male to deposit all of his
semen into the female with out being distracted by all of their mates
thoughts. It was very sad and I could feel his sadness as he communicated
this information directly into my brain.

When I finally awoke I was crying. "I can't believe how terrible it must be
to be so alone."

"Yes it's hard. I get tempted to draw people like you in. But rarely do I
risk it. Unlike when you came through and I made you come to me, I normally
convince the adventuresome travelers to pass by my little secluded
valley. Many have wanted to venture up here out of curiosity but I have
nearly always gone into their brains and changed their mind. No one can
come up here without my permission."

"Then why did you let me come up?"

"I didn't "let" you come up. I MADE you come up. I could sense that you
were different. That I could trust you. That you were looking for something
just like I was." He thought to me. After a pause he added, "And I think I
can help you..."

As the psychotropic effects were wearing off I became more aware of my
surroundings. It was fully dark by now and at this elevation and this time
of year it was probably frigid outside. I'd brought up a portable propane
tent heater but hadn't turned it on, I realized that I wouldn't be needing
it at all this week. Having a hairy nine feet tall creature that probably
weighed in the vicinity of 900 lbs was more than enough body heat to keep
the tent toasty.

It had been a long day and I really started to feel exhausted. He was
laying on his back and he pulled me on top of him and that was where I
spent the night. Lying on top of him my head over his huge thumping heart I
fell into a contented sleep.

I awoke as the sun was just coming up over the rim of the valley. I had
morning wood which was pressed into the soft belly fur of my companion. His
morning wood was touching my ankle. While he was asleep I wanted to try
something. I carefully turned around and worked my way down his massive
body. I positioned myself so our boners were head to head. Then I put my
thumbs inside his foreskin and stretched it out, guiding it over my much
smaller cock. His dickhead was as long as my whole cock and I was in his
foreskin docking with him.

I started to thrust in and out of his foreskin, my hands tightening around
his foreskin to keep it in place. He started to leak pre heavily as my cock
began to rub against the sensitive underside of his dickhead. In addition
to being really slick, his precum made my cock tingle as it penetrated the
pores of my skin.

As I got more and more aggressive in my thrusting he woke up. I heard him
think into my head, "Such a nice way to wake up." He sighed contentedly
then ran one of his huge fingers up and down my taint, making my balls
tingle even more. "Yeah go ahead and cum..."

I could feel him invade my brain and intensify the feelings that were
starting, simultaneously holding back my orgasm yet letting the feelings
build much further than would normally take me over the top to an
orgasm. It was like an extreme form of edging. All I could do was think to
him, "PLEASE LET ME CUM!"

And he did.

It felt like my balls were being sucked inside out as volley after volley
of semen shot out into his foreskin. He reached down and replaced my hand
with his massive hand, holding the tip of his foreskin snugly around the
base of my cock as I pumped it full of my semen. When I finally stopped
shooting and started to shrink, he told me, "Please get off of me."

As I pulled away his hand kept a tight seal of his foreskin on my cock,
making sure all of my semen stayed in his loose foreskin. When I was
finally off of him he bent his body forward and brought his head to his
cock. Despite his bulk he obviously had more flexibility than a human. With
his other hand he gripped my right hand. Again I could feel his brain tap
into mine, sharing the experience with me in a mind to mind meld.

Slowly he started to suck my spooge out of the tip of his long foreskin. I
could feel as we semi zoned out as the small amounts of psychotropic
chemicals known to be in human semen intensified in his senses. The power
of his brain was able to manipulate these chemicals, intensifying their
effect. Creating an interlude of peace and lassitude that went on for an
undermined period of time. Almost as if time ceased to exist.

When I finally came to I thought to him, "You mean that was in me?"

"There's more in you than you are aware of. It's something you need to
learn if you are ever going to solve the problem that drove you up here in
the first place. You don't need to be a big dicked stud to satisfy your
woman. You need to accept that in your core before you can be helped. Maybe
after a week with me you'll be able to understand that."

I just let it sink in as I got up. I got dressed and went out to start up
the camp stove and get some breakfast ready. I made some pancakes and
eggs. I figured that Sasquatch would like the sweet pancakes with syrup,
but I didn't know if there would be enough to fill him up. I set up the
table with him watching intently.

"I like the fact that you are concerned about me. I will try what food you
can spare, but make sure you have enough for yourself. I can provide for
myself." I was still having a bit of a hard time remembering that none of
my thoughts were hidden from him. But I guess I'd have to learn how to deal
with it.

The remainder of the week was pretty much pure bliss. I got to spend each
day on the most idyllic trout stream that I'd ever fished. On the third day
I even managed to hook the one that almost drowned me the first day. I even
managed to land it. My companion assured me that he didn't assist me with
any mind control on me or on the trout. It turned out to be 39 inches
long. I took pictures of it and released it.

During lunch breaks and at night I had the most wonderful sex I could have
ever imagined. We did it in every conceivable position, and some that I
never would have conceived. And it was all great.

Our last night together was unforgettable, not for the intensity of the sex
but for what he eventually did for me. Before we started to have sex,
Sasquatch and I had a serious conversation. Well if not a conversation, a
thought exchange.

"During the times you've been on semen trips, I've taken the time to remap
your mind a little bit." I started to protest but he hushed me. "I didn't
change any of your intelligence or personality. You're still the same
person you've always been. I've just made it so you are a little bit more
compatible to telepathy. You won't be able to read peoples thoughts but you
will have a little bit on an insight into people that you didn't have
before. And you may be able to subtly influence people with your mind. Not
control them but influence them." He paused for a while and just held me.

"I know all about the problem you've been having with your fiancee."

"Do you mean my problem being able to cum when I'm having sex with her
without imagining someone more well endowed than I am performing the act?"
I asked in embarrassment.

"There's no need to be embarrassed. But yes that little bump in the road to
marital bliss." He replied with a chuckle. "I've gone in and repaired that
portion of your thought processes. Next time you are ready to cum when
you're with her stare directly into her eyes and I guarantee you the
problem will be solved."

"After I leave here tomorrow will I ever see you again?" I thought to him.

"I sure hope so. Once you get out of range I won't be able to make you
return. But I'd really like it if you could manage a "camping trip" one
weekend a month. It would make my life a lot less lonely..."

"I think I'd like that." I thought to him, then I immersed my head into his
pit and breathed deeply of the musk that was emanating from it. I was soon
falling under his spell again. And I could think of nothing that I would
like better.

When I awoke in the morning I was completely refreshed. I tore down my camp
and soon had it all ready for the three trips that it would need to take it
all back down to my Escalade. Well what I thought would be three trips.

"I can help you carry it back to your vehicle." I heard his thoughts inform
me. "There are no other humans on this portion of the mountain today. At
least not within a hundred miles." I loaded him up with two thirds of the
stuff and we walked out to my SUV. After we loaded it up we faced the time
for parting.

I could feel terrible sadness in him. "I'm gonna miss you. I WILL be back."
I thought to him. That was the truth. I pulled his head down to mine and
kissed him tenderly. And as I did I could feel large tears falling on me
before he turned and retreated into the wilderness with his signature large
strides.

When I finally got back to my house it was almost noon on Sunday. So I
called my fiancee. After a week of thought chat I almost forgot to speak
aloud when she answered the phone.

"Where have you been all week?" She asked.

"I went up into the mountains camping and trout fishing. I needed to get
away and clear my head. I think the trip did me some good. It helped me get
things back into perspective. I'd like to come see you."

"I've missed you. I could make us dinner." She said and paused before
continuing. "Come on over for dinner at six."

I figured that flowers would be appropriate so I picked up a dozen blood
red roses on my way over. In the past I would never have thought to pick
them up. It seemed my time with Sasquatch was already paying dividends.

I got to the door and she squealed with delight, "Oohhh! They're
beautiful!" She said. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a
passionate kiss. She led me to a small table for two in the dining room. It
was lit with candles. "Sit down while I put these into a vase." She said
and went into the kitchen to arrange the flowers.

I sat down and she brought the flowers out on a cart that had our dinner on
it. Two bowls of Caesar salad, a plate of steaming garlic bread and a plate
of lasagna for each of us. A bottle of wine with two crystal wine glasses
completed the cart. She transferred it all to the table and sat down across
from me. She was excited but still worried that things wouldn't work
out. But she only knew the old me.

I'd always been a bit socially inept, but now when we talked I seemed to
always know where things were going and I was always able to stay a step
ahead and anticipate exactly what she wanted and needed. I wasn't a
different me exactly but I was maybe a better me. By the end of dinner we
were both eager to take things to the bedroom.

I'd always been a bit shy about directing our sex, but this time my
confidence was high. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to her
bedroom. I could sense that she really liked the new assertiveness in
me. When we got to the bed she dropped to her knees in front of me. She
unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my top button of my pants and pulled them
down over my hips. And she did a double take. To her surprise and delight I
was going commando.

She took my semi erect cock into her hand and guided it to her mouth. I'd
never seen her so anxious to suck my cock before. I was soon hard and she
was bobbing up and down my cock. But somehow I could sense that she wanted
me to be the aggressor so I gripped the back of her head with both hands
and started to face fuck her. She was surprised at first, but soon
completely surrendered to my advances.

I didn't want to cum in her mouth so I pulled her off of my cock. I picked
her up and laid her on the bed. To her and my surprise I ripped the front
of her dress off and then ripped her panties off. I crawled between her
legs and nibbled on her inner thighs and labia but made her beg for me to
eat her properly. The more I held back and teased her the more vociferous
she begged me to take her. When I finally took her clit into my mouth and
started sucking on she came violently on my tongue, unlike orgasm she'd had
with me in the past.

She was too sensitive for me to continue to eat her out so I worked my way
up. I kissed and licked my way up her belly until I came to her still bra
encased tits. I deftly unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. To
her shock I slapped a hickey on her right tit and almost before she
realized what I was doing her tits were each sporting several. I had never
given her a hickey before, but she seemed to relish the fact that I was
marking her.

I was soon sucking on her hooters alternating between them. She was
writhing on her back and I wedged my knees between her legs and lined my
raging boner up with her eager sex. The difference between now and any time
we'd had sex before was that this time I was taking her, not waiting for
her to give herself to me.

I lined myself up and as soon as I felt the target I jammed my whole cock
up her sex in one go. She squealed in delight. "What's Gotten Into You
Geek?" She cried out. It was not a complaint, she was more turned on with
me than she had ever been before. I started to hammer away at her taking
her in ways I'd never done before and to my surprise she had an orgasm. I'd
given her orgasms with my tongue before, but this was the first she'd ever
had on my cock.

But I didn't stop or even pause, I just rode my way on through. I could
tell I was bringing her to another orgasm and I could also feel myself
starting to tingle. It was now the moment of truth. Would I be able to cum
in her without imagining a hung stud fucking her. I remembered what
Sasquatch had told me. I tried to look directly in her eyes but she had
them closed and was thrashing her head back and forth in a building
ecstasy.

But somehow I knew what to do. I directed my thoughts into her mind and
willed her to open her eyes and gaze into mine. That was all it took. Soon
I was staring into her eyes like I was staring into her soul. And that was
all it took. I jammed my cock as deeply into her as I could and I exploded
into her with a grunt as she thrust her sex up against me hunching up
trying to get my cum as deeply in her as possible. When I finally finished
cumming I collapsed on her in complete exhaustion. After a few seconds I
rolled off of her and she buried her head in my chest, sighing in
contentment.

The last thing I remembered before dropping off to sleep was how much I
owed Sasquatch.