Grandma’s Cabin
By Michelle M.
Both loved that way of life, but my dad was from the city and had no desire to live in the wilderness. When I was a junior in high school, I spent the summer and early winter with my nana, instantly falling in love with her place, with that way of life, and, of course, with her.
When I entered college, I was majoring in Wildlife and Forestry and looking for a BSF degree. Then, I moved back up near her, living and enjoying that lifestyle.
However, in my junior year, we were notified the lady had passed away. Mom, Dad, and I attended the Edmonton funeral, driving back to her place so she could be buried in the place she loved so much.
Flying to Canada, I remembered one of my last conversations with her. I asked her if it gets lonely with no men or women here to satisfy those urges we all have. She just smiled, “When you move up here for good, I’ll arrange for you to meet my secret lover, then you’ll never have any lonely time.” I had no idea what she was talking about.
After the funeral, we found out she left the cabin, property, and extensive financial holdings to me. I was more than excited, even though I was so sad that we’d never spend the time I had planned with one another.
None of us knew how wealthy she was, but Mom had said they always had the best equipment, had set up some solar power, and lived as modern as humanly possible.
I was finishing up school that year and on my way to Edmonton at the end of May. One of the family’s friends, Pete, was an old woodsman friend of moms and grandmas. He was the typical wilderness scruffy old man who everyone loved.
He was waiting for me at the airport, had picked up the 4×4 truck I ordered, and had it hooked up to tow while we headed to the homestead. He had stocked the bed of my vehicle with supplies, hugging him. I was so grateful to have him with me when I arrived to launch into my new life.
The place was the same as I remembered, unloading the supplies and checking out what had been done and needed to be completed before Pete returned to his place.
Looking over everything, the two of us decided to hire some college kids to come out and work for the summer, building up my wood supply, freezing the meat needed to get me by, planting vegetables in the greenhouse, and so on when they headed back to school, I’d be in great shape for a long winter. I also installed a large tank, giving me propane to heat the cabin with and keeping the barn warm so my vehicles would not freeze and be ready when I needed them.
One evening Pete and I were on the front porch, enjoying the last few days before he headed back. “Hey, got a question for you. Have you noticed the large footprints when we arrived and seemed to be here in the morning? Do you have any idea who they belong to?”
He was working on a beer, running a finger around the top, looking like he was pondering my question. “I’d see them when I’d come to visit Merle. She’d laugh and tell me I wouldn’t believe her if she told me. They are human or human-like. The funny thing is I’d see them in the winter, just like we see them now, barefoot and the toes. However, it looked like they had some fur or hair on them in the winter to keep the cold at bay. I asked her one time if she was friends with Big Foot, and she just smiled but never answered me” Then he took a long pull on the bottle, “They don’t seem to be any danger, but if you ever find out who or what they are, please let me know.”
August ended, and the staff headed back to school. Pete had returned to his place, taking a couple of the young people I had hired to help him; my satellite phone had arrived, so if I needed anyone, I could contact them. I sat out a few traps in mid-September, especially some beaver traps. I wanted a cap like Grandma had. Being made out of beaver, it was beyond warm. We had our first heavy snowstorm on the first of October and the freeze that came with it.
Checking the traps, a few rabbits were caught, and the first beaver trap proved successful. I had trapped a pair, giving me plenty of fur for what I needed. The ice looked like it was frozen over. Stepping on it proved to be a lesson I quickly needed to learn, especially if I would make it out there. The ice broke away, plunging me into the coldest water I’ve ever felt. Struggling to get back on dry ground, suddenly, a colossal beast came out of the forest, all covered in white fur, grabbing the collar of my coat, quickly lifting me onto dry ground, and then pulling both of my trapped beavers.
I was soaked from the waist down, and I needed a good fire to stay warm while my clothes dried; then, headed back to the homestead. My new friend seemed to know just what to do. He quickly gathered some dry wood while I stripped off the wet clothes. I started a good-sized fire, laying the wet clothes on branches for quick drying. My boots had stayed dry, so the feet were still warm. Reaching in some supplies on the snowmobile, I had planned on getting the change of clothes I carry just in case, but my new friend had a better idea.
Picking me up, settling down by the fire, placing me in his lap, my nude bottom and legs, immediately loving how soft and warm his body was. The softness of the fur was like nothing I’d ever felt before, instantly warming me. Cuddling up close to him, looking into the kindest eyes I have ever seen, “You knew my grandma, didn’t you?”
Nodding his head, a tear appeared in his eyes. It was easy to see how much he missed her, “I miss her also. Thank you for being here and helping me. It could have been much worse if you hadn’t been here. Thank you”
The,n for some reason, I kissed his cheek, or at least I planned on doing that. He turned his head quickly, changing the cheek kiss into a full-on real kiss that lasted much longer than usual.
When I had settled down on his lap, the new smell, the softness of his fur, and the sheer strength he had all slowly raised my arousal. The fact I was sitting nude in his lap added to this spike, so the kiss was not something I objected to; pulling back, looking at him, this time I moved forward, giving him a real passionate kiss, my tongue exploring his soft lips, then entering his mouth. It was like ours but so much more wild and bigger. At the same time, his hand had been resting on my bare legs, moved up under my coat, squeezing one braless breast, making me whimper in the kiss.
His soft hand knew exactly how to play with my boobs, exciting them, making me strip off the coat and pullovers I had on, now offering my whole nude body to him to play with, stimulate, and excite me in a way no one had ever done before.
My one hand gripped the back of his head, forcing more of his kiss on me, and that was when I felt the hard shaft begin to grow under my bottom. But this was different from anything I’d ever felt or even seen. It pressed against my legs, causing me to open them wide, allowing full access to me. I thought I would need to change positions to get it in me, but it began to move on its own back and forth over the sensitive and extremely moist vaginal lips.
As soon as the folds were opened, it slipped inside me. Without him moving, this thing grew, enlarged, becoming bigger and bigger, beginning to pump in and out, hitting the magical ‘G’ spot inside me, stimulating the walls of my lips and deepest parts.
His hands were working on my breasts, his lips and tongue erotically spiking areas I had never considered places to arouse me.
My body was humping his cock, the upper body writhing from one side to the next, eyes rolled up in my head, completely lost on where I was at or what had happened to me, only that I was experiencing the most incredible sex I had ever dreamed of enjoying. His hands seemed to be all over me. That wonderful cock was twisting, turning, pumping, and pulsating, making me hang on but unable to scream. The need to cum and enjoy the pleasure of release was way beyond where I could have imagined my body being. Still, just when I thought the pleasure he was giving to me was the most anyone had ever enjoyed, I felt something rubbing against my anal area.
My eyes shot wide open. This creature had two cocks. One was already in my pussy, doing things to me I could never have dreamed of. Now a second one was running back and forth between my cheeks, just like the cock turning this way. The slick liquid spread around the back door relaxed the sphincter muscle, making it easier for the new shaft to enter me easily.
Like earlier, this new one pushed, pumped, expanded, and probed every inch of my insides. I’d never had anything in there beyond just washing. However, as soon as this new appendage pushed up inside me, expanding, rubbing, teasing, making me moan, writhe, groan, sensing, I had no idea how long he could keep me like this. I was in an erotic haze-like cloud that didn’t seem to start or end. Now everything he was doing to me, everywhere he was touching me, was exciting, spiking me higher and higher, but to new places I’d never been.
I have no idea how long he kept me like this. Eventually, I plunged over the edge just when he filled me in my pussy and girly hole. The excessive warmth of his seed took my breath away, too much for me to take … as soon as I had started to calm down, the effects of so much of his seed sent me into a deep sleep.
He dressed, gathered my animals, placed me on the sled, wrapped me in the heavy furs I had packed, and then drove the machine back to my place. Taking me to my bedroom, undressing me, laying me in the bed, wrapping me up, taking care of the animals I had trapped, stretching the skins so they’d be ready when I needed them, putting away the machine … then checking on me, finally curling up by the fireplace, the same place he had spent so many nights with my grandmother.
So much of his seed pushed into my body at once it took a few days for me to adapt. When I woke, it was midday. I’d been out for almost three days. Standing at the foot of the bed, he asked, “How are you feeling? You’ve been resting for a few days?”
Staring at him, shocked he could speak, remembering what had happened, everything that had happened. “You can talk, I think I can remember you saving me, and so much more,” then I got somewhat embarrassed. “But some of what I remember isn’t possible. Is it?”
Smiling, placing his hand on my bare leg, “Your grandmother taught me to speak. I, in turn, provided her pleasure as I did to you on the trail. Are you OK with what happened?”
My eyes were wide again. A new but enjoyable itch began to throb between my legs, eyes became half-glazed. “I need something to eat and drink, but then … maybe you could let me make sure it was not just a dream.”
Picking me up easily, carrying me downstairs, a nice meal ready for me, when he sat me down, “I don’t even know your name, but you seem to know all about me.”
“Your grandmother talked about her Nikki all the time. She loved you. My name is complicated to pronounce, so she just called me her Big Foot Fucker” Then, tilting his head, “You can call me the same, but I have so many more things I can do to you with my body.”
Giggling while I ate what he had fixed, then smiling, jumping into his arms, “I can’t wait for the much-needed pleasure I am sure you can give me.”
Then we kissed, the first kiss of an erotic relationship that was about to begin … in a low husky voice …..”Mmmm, yes, my Big Foot Fucker, I like that.”
The End.
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