Cum For Bigfoot, Book 3 Page 5
I didn’t have to go far to relieve myself. I hid behind huge leaves that were several feet in width. Lifting my dress, I squatted and emptied my bladder. I used a leaf to wipe the wetness away. Fixing my dress, a strong arm swept over my midsection. I was suddenly lifted off my feet. The arm squeezed the air out of my lungs, preventing me from making a sound. A blur of green obscured my vision, as I was taken further into the jungle.
“What! Stop! Stop!” I managed to gasp.
The sound of material ripping caught my attention. My dress was tied around my mouth, and my hands were bound behind my back. I was slung over the shoulders of a white muscular man who said nothing, as he grabbed a lengthy vine and used it to climb a huge tree. My hair fell forward and hung down over my face. I had a view of a firm, manly backside. Whoever had kidnapped me wasn’t wearing anything other than a strip of leather.
Oh, my God. What’s happening?
The strength of this individual took my breath away. He was progressing to the upper branches of various trees using the vines as a rope. I was dangling over his shoulder precariously, and yet I hadn’t budged an inch. He had me firmly in his grasp. We were so high in the canopy of the jungle that I detected streams of sunlight. Patches of blue sky were visible between the branches of the trees.
“Jane! Jane!” It was Max. “Jane! Where are you?”
I mumbled piteously, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear me.
“Jane! Jane!”
My kidnapper found a thick branch to stand on. He placed me on my feet and held me securely. I was pressed to a body that felt like pliable steel. I glanced at him and gasped. Pale blue eyes met my stare, and a face that could only be described as beautiful filled my vision. His cheekbones were pronounced; his eyes were wide, and his nose was prominent, but noble. He hadn’t a trace of hair on his face, which was unusual, and his long, honey colored tresses were a matted mess that hung down his back.
“Jane! Jane!” Shots rang out, and my captor stiffened. His grip tightened. “Jane! Jane!”
He suddenly turned me around and threw me over his shoulder. I groaned in agony. Gripping a vine, he sprang onto it, hurtling us through the air. Fear unlike anything I had ever known before raced through me. He swung across the upper canopy of the jungle from vine to vine with my prone form over his shoulders. I was going to die; I was sure of it. The speed at which we traveled, accompanied by my panic and fear, stole the air from my lungs. I closed my eyes, and everything went black.
My first awareness was of the blue sky over my head. The second was that I was lying on a firm, yet comfortable woven bed of vines. I sat up and gasped. My kidnapper sat several feet away, staring at me. We were on some sort of high platform that had been secured between two enormous trees. It was a lofty bed.
My hands and mouth were unbound, which was a relief. The stranger moved towards me. He held a tin cup in his large hand. He gestured for me to take it. I glanced inside. It looked like water. I took the proffered cup and had a sip.
“Thank you.”
I was incredibly thirsty, so I drank it down in one gulp. He handed me a green banana. I wasn’t hungry at the moment, so I declined the offering. It was peculiar that he was seeing to my comfort and welfare. What did he want? Why had he kidnapped me? He inched nearer by the second. Those pale blue eyes were filled with interest. His fingers touched my hair. He held the strands and felt their softness. I swallowed hard. His touch transferred to my face. I backed away from him, but he advanced and grasped my jaw, holding it in place. He was taking in my features, staring at me from the top of my head to the bottom of my chin. His gaze rested on my mouth. His thumb brushed against my puckered skin and slid between my lips.
He sucked in a long breath.
He wants me in a carnal way. Oh, dear Lord.
I buzzed from the inside out as a result of his attentive appraisal. He was clearly fascinated by what he saw. It was as if he’d never seen a white woman before. He leaned in and grabbed me. I gasped. His nose was in my neck, inhaling my scent. I tried to push him away but the solid wall that was his chest wouldn’t budge.
“No! Stop that!” He yanked on my dress, rending it. Strips of clothing were in his hands. I shoved against him. “No! Don’t!”
Determined to remove my dress, he all but tore the cloth from me. My arms went over my chest protectively. Tears were falling down my face. He was oblivious to my suffering. He pulled the chemise over my head and discarded it on the bed of vines. At least that item hadn’t been destroyed. He yanked the boots off my feet. I was now entirely exposed. His gaze lingered on my breasts. His blue eyes smoldered. His look felt like a caress, intimate, yet dangerously predatory. I knew what his intentions were. There would be nothing I could do to stop him. He pushed me onto my back, and I screamed.
I fought him by thrashing my arms and legs and struggling to roll out from under his immense weight. Nothing could dislodge the expanse of meat and muscle that was on top of me. I was overpowered. Exhausted from trying to fight him, my chest heaved with the effort.
“Please, stop it!” I begged. “Please.”
His warm hand was on my stomach. His blazing blue eyes shone with determination. Stroking the soft flesh of my abdomen, his hand dipped between my legs, and I gasped. A long finger slid over my pussy and dove within the folds. He was carefully inserting himself. I wanted to push him away but I knew it was useless. It was futile to fight. It was almost as if he were waiting for something. He moved within me slowly, cautiously. This felt like an examination of some sort. When his finger had gone all the way in, he glanced at me questioningly. Was he checking to see if I was a virgin? The discovery that I was indeed not a virgin seemed to please him because his features softened. A look of eager expectancy shone in his eyes.
Uh-oh. What is going on?
He had yet to remove his finger. It was twitching and turning deep within me. He withdrew it slightly only to push it in again. I knew I was wet. The burden of shame washed over me. A stranger was violating me, and I was submitting and worse; it felt good. He was stroking me with each pass, sliding in and out of my silken hole. He noted the catch in my breath and the way my breasts spilled over my chest and quivered with each sharp intake of air. I opened my thighs further, wanting it deeper. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I moaned. An inkling of a smile turned up the edges of his mouth. I stared at him helplessly.
Hovering over me, he lowered himself and rubbed his face across my cheek. He smelled of sweat and wind and sun. It was a natural, earthy aroma and headier than the finest Parisian perfumes. I thought about Max and how I adored him. What would he think if I gave myself to another man? Would he hate me for enjoying a stranger’s touch? Did I have a choice? What would this beast do, if I pushed him away?
“Wait!” I squirmed out from under his bulk. I crawled across the platform and stared at him. Could I escape? I glanced over the edge of the vine platform. It was a twenty-foot drop, if not more. Jumping would mean certain death.
He smiled confidently. My temporary escape hadn’t bothered him in the least. Casually, he untied his leather loincloth and flung it aside. A huge, white cock suddenly appeared, and it jutted out aggressively. It twitched on the end with sexual expectation and arousal. I swallowed hard, fearing my reaction. I didn’t trust myself one bit with this all too pleasing creature. His look alone sent little chills of delight down my spine. What would happen if he touched me? My stomach tensed. Erotic energies were pooling at my core, threatening to unbalance the tenuous grip I had on my self-control. He knew what he was doing to me. His look of smug certainty gave him away.
Closing the distance between us, he grabbed me roughly and brought his lips to mine. He smothered me with a long, deep, earth-shattering kiss. I struggled against him at first, determined to put up some kind of fight. When my duplicitous tongue met up with his, I knew my resistance was at an end. I wanted his magnificent cock. On some intuitive level, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I would enjoy this encounter.
“Oh…God…” I thrust my hips up into him. I wasn’t in control any longer. A sex goddess had taken over. Aphrodite herself had stolen my body and soul, and her wants and needs were being channeled through me. She needed to have this big hulk of a beast inside of her. It was wicked to be like this, but I didn’t care.
I slid my hand between us to his engorged meat. I wrapped my fingers around him, and he moaned. The mass of flesh was long and firm and wet from his arousal. I pushed against him, and he fell onto his back. Leaning over him, I drew my hand across his taut belly. He was truly a wonder to behold.
“You look positively delicious,” I purred.
There wasn’t an inch of flesh that didn’t have muscle beneath it, rippling, moving, and throbbing. How magnificent he was! How glorious! This creature was mine to do with as I pleased, for as long as I pleased. A burst of female empowerment emboldened me to seek gratification from this surprising gift of the jungle. I slid my hand over his torso and beyond, until I encountered patches of blonde hair. His cock was nestled between huge, white thighs. My touch was feather light. I intended to tease him to garner a response. I passed over his manhood hardly touching him and then withdrew my hand. His cock responded by jerking wildly.
“Is this what you want?”
He looked at me strangely. He clearly didn’t understand what I was saying. He pointed to his cock and nodded.
“You want me to touch you here?” I brushed against his penis.
He groaned and nodded.
“Are you sure?”
His look was questioning. I brushed him lightly with the back of my hand. He sat up suddenly and grabbed my upper arms. A harsh look marred his features. He stared at me as if memorizing every pore on my face. He compressed my arms firmly and shook me gently. I knew then that he didn’t want to play games. He wanted me; of that there was no doubt. I wanted him too. Damn Aphrodite for turning me into a whore!
“Alright. I’ll behave. Lie down.” I nudged him gently. “Go on, lie down.”
He was on his back with his hands at his sides. His fists were closed. I touched his belly, feeling the rippling skin, and then slid lower to his bulging manhood. He seemed to be even bigger than before, which was alarming. I caressed the hardened length, holding it firmly in my hand. I kissed the head, tasting the salty release of pre-come. He groaned and relaxed his hands. The fingers fell open. I suckled the end and licked it, as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. I moved my tongue up and down his thick shaft. I then grasped his ball sacks and set about laving and sucking them into my mouth.
His hands went to my hair, and he gripped my head. My hair was wound around his wrists. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning loudly. I felt wetness dripping between my thighs. I was surprisingly juiced up, and I hadn’t even been tongued yet. I throbbed with wanting that huge, thick meat. It looked massive in my dainty, womanly hands.
As if reading my thoughts, he sat up and grabbed me. “Oh! Oh, dear!” He turned me from him and grasped my hips, pressing me against his groin. My hands fell to the vine mattress as the globular head of his instrument butted up against my hole. “Oh, yes. Yes! I want it! Oh, do it! Do it!” I arched my back and thrust my bottom into the air. He drove into me with one push and grunted. I gasped at the feel of him buried deep inside my silken tunnel. I tightened and pulsed around him. “Oh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me with that huge cock.”
He moved seamlessly in and out, filling me to his ball sacks. I grasped at the vines to hold myself in place as he began to pound, first with easy, breathless strokes, and then with harder, deeper thrusts that left me gasping for air.
“Oh—my—God—it’s—so—good!” My head was down and my eyes were closed. The beast behind me was pleasuring himself in me. He went in so deeply I could almost feel it in my stomach. “Fuck me you big, white ape. Fuck me!” A wanton harlot had taken over my person, and she was acting on my behalf. I was powerless to stop her. Now I knew what it felt like to be Evelyn.
His thrusts hit something deep within me that made me shiver with pleasure. It was some sort of erotic pressure point. The end of his cock butted against it over and over. I contracted around the throbbing mass with each push. I gasped. The pleasurable edges of release made themselves known. I tumbled towards the abyss. I welcomed it wholeheartedly. I arched my back and thrust out my bottom to take him even deeper. The sound of skin smacking against skin echoed in the jungle.
“Oh…God…I’m…going—to—come!” I screamed with the intensity of the orgasm that shattered my will and left me breathless and spent. I shook violently and bit my lower lip with the ecstasy that was overloading my senses. I tasted blood in my mouth.
He pulled his cock free. I turned around, and his huge member was poised before my face. I opened for him and sucked greedily. His hands went to my head as he held me firmly and groaned. He tasted salty and musky; it was the intoxicating aroma of lovemaking. I reveled in the texture of his anatomy and the urgency I felt from the pressure he applied to the back of my head. He was nearing his own release. I took him deep into my throat until I gagged. He pulled himself from my mouth. I watched as he pumped his meat expertly, the tip of his cock pointed at my face. I opened wide, waiting for his seed.
“That’s it. That’s a good ape. Give me that cum.”
He groaned as the first spurt of white cream burst out from the end. It sprayed wildly, hitting my nose, hair, and my forehead. It was like a fire hose loaded with a thousand pounds of pressure. A torrent of semen gushed onto the flattened part of my tongue. There was so much of it that it dripped down the sides of my mouth onto my breasts and beyond. He moaned as yet another hot surge shot out in thin streams splashing my face. Drops dripped from the rounded end.
He groaned and fell backwards onto the vine mattress. I swallowed what was on my tongue. He tasted slightly bitter. I took what was left of my dress and wiped my face. I crawled over and lay next to him. His arm went around me. I gazed at the canopy of foliage over our heads. Slivers of blue sky peeked through the tree branches. I yawned and closed my eyes.
Books by Virginia Wade
The Stacy Series
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Stacy And The Boys
Stacy On Vacation
Stacy Unleashed
Stacy’s Uncle Eddy
Total Nympho: The Stacy Collection
Stacy’s Gangbang Wedding
Stacy’s Sexy Threesome
Stacy’s Wet Dream
The Monster Sex Series
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Cum For Bigfoot
Cum For Frankenstein
Cum For Bigfoot 2
Cum For The Phantom
Cum For Bigfoot 3
Cum 4 Bigfoot
The Filthy Classics Collection
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Sense And Sexuality
Pride And Penetration
Naughty Emma
Seducing Jennifer
Jane’s Playmates
The Pleasure Vixens
Archeology 101
Sweet Melissa
The Demon In Alice
Crissy’s Naughty Daddy
Maya’s Tight Pussy
Daddy’s Little Cherries
Daddy’s Christmas Girl
Sexy In Stilettos
My Daddy, The Politician
Anthologies
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Operation Porn Storm
Daddy’s Naughty Girls
Nocturnal Cravings
Nocturnal Cravings 2
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