Chapter One
“Damn it! Where did they go?” I mumbled to myself as I came to a fork on the icy path on this icy alpine mountain. Derrick, my boyfriend, thought this trip would be a great way to spend our winter break from the University we attended in Chicago.
Susie, my BFF, and Sean, her boyfriend, all were excited about the trip. I guess I was the only one who didn't like the idea. The news has a way of making the world seem dangerous. Chicago doesn't have the best reputation, but I feel safe here.
We were on a path in the Alps that overlooked the village. I wanted to get some pictures. I thought Chicago winters were terrible, but this little winter break from college with my friends is not what I thought. They were in a hurry to get back to the village. I told them to go ahead; I will catch up with them.
I now wish I didn't do that. The wind is picking up, and the snow is coming down harder. In my head, I kept arguing with myself. Why did I tell them to go ahead? That I would catch up with them.
I looked down at the ground in search of footprints. There were none. The path is all ice. I tucked my map in my armpits and cupped my mittened hands over my mouth and blew. It was a vain attempt to warm my face up.
I looked at the village below and decided to take the path on the right. It seems to be going down which is the direction I want to go. The town looks so far. In my head, I hoped I did not freeze before I get there.
I know when I catch up to them I am going to let them have it. I know that Derrick is going to tease me about my blonde moment on the mountain. For the life of me, I do not understand why I stay with him.
I know I told them to go on ahead. But Derrick, Susie, and Sean could have at least waited for me. They were all in a hurry to get back, and I had to take those pictures. Shit, what am I going to do now?
My foot started to slip, but I caught myself. “Derrick! Susie! Sean! Where are you guys?” I screamed.
I tried taking small steps to keep my balance while walking down this ice-covered path. Thoughts were going through my head of Derrick telling me how much fun this trip would be. Now, they abandoned me high on this mountain. I will never complain about a Chicago winter again.
I suddenly heard something behind me. “Derrick, is that you?” Susie? Sean? Guys this ain’t funny?”
I know I heard something. I turned and took another step, and I listened to the noise again. I know there is something out there. I was getting scared. “Is this some sick joke. Guys, this isn’t funny!”
I took a small step. I heard the noise again. This time it was close. I turned my head and lost my footing on the ice. My legs went flying up. I fell on the ice. I went sliding down the path. I felt the ice-covered stones bruising my body. I tumbled off the trail and glided over the ice through some thickets and came to a sudden abrupt stop as I hit a tree.
I hoped I didn't break any bones. I ached from the treacherous trip down the path. I was half conscience as I heard the steps coming closer. “Who are you?”
I felt the arms picking me up and carrying me. “Who are you?” He lifted me as if I was so light. His arms felt massive. As he held me close to his body, I could feel the warmth of his fur. I could hear his low guttural growls. I tried to stay awake. I passed out in his arms.
Chapter Two
I opened my eyes, and I saw the beautiful stalactites hanging from the ceiling. Is this a cave? How did I get here? There was a blanket covering me. “Where am I?” I mumbled.
I heard the crackling of a fire and glanced in its direction. I saw a man. His hair was long and beautiful. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His back and his shoulders were massive.
"Welcome to my home," his voice echoed in the cave.
I tried to move, but it hurt. I looked at the stranger. "Who are you?"
"I am Jacques." His back still toward me.
I couldn't help but stare. This stranger had such massive muscles in his chest and back. His hair was long and blonde. He must be the envy of every woman around. "Ouch, it hurts to move."
"You took a nasty tumble." He never looked around to face me. He kept his back to me. He appeared to be cooking something. "You're not kidnapping me, are you?"
Jacques started laughing. "Kidnapping? No, I am not Kidnapping you. I saw you tumble down the trail and brought you here to help you. You can leave anytime you want."
Jacques was indeed cooking. The aroma was filling the cave. "What are you cooking?"
"Food," was all he said.
"NO, duh!" I removed the blanket and tried to get up. "Ouch, I can't get up."
"Are you hungry?" Jacques asked as he was nibbling on whatever it was he cooked.
"Yes, If you don't mind." I tried sitting up, but it hurt too much. "Could you help me get up and come over by the fire."
"Sure." Jacques stood up and stretched. Then I noticed he was not just topless. He was naked with a small waist, and that ass was like it belonged to a Greek god.
"You're naked!" I exclaimed shocked.
"Yes, I know that." He turned around to walk toward me.
"OH MY GOD, please can you put some clothes on." My eyes were glued to that cock. I have never seen one so huge. It was still limp.
"Don't you walk around naked in your home?" Jacques started walking toward me.
"Yes, sometimes when I am alone." I couldn't take my eyes off Jacques’ dick. "But not if I have company."
"I prefer to be naked whenever I can. If my company is offended by me being naked, they can leave." He smiled down at me.
Jacques was standing right in front of me. That cock was inches from my face. His balls were plentiful, and his dick was not only long it was thick. "There is only one problem?"
"What is the problem?" he asked with a smirk.
"I can't just leave. I am hurt.” I glanced at his face. Jacques had the bluest eyes, and they were hypnotizing. That is if I could look away from his dick long enough to stare in his eyes.
"Give me your hands," I offered Jacques my hands, and he helped me to my feet and led me to the fire. As this man helped me to sit down on a broken branch, I looked up, and that fat cock rubbed against my face.
"You did that on purpose," I shouted at him.
"I did what on purpose." His eyes showed he was baffled.
"You rubbed your thing on my face." I was trying to sound angry. I did not want him to know that in reality, I enjoyed it. I could feel my panties dampening. I kept wondering how big it is when it is hard.
I found myself staring at that limp monster visualizing it being hard. Would I be able to accommodate it? I don't even think it would fit. It is too big.
Jacques was tearing a piece of meat from the spit he had over the fire. He handed it to me. I took it and ate it. It was delicious. "Where did you get chicken from?"
"This isn't chicken. You are eating a rabbit," he said while taking a bite off a chunk he chose for himself.
I spit it out of my mouth. I looked at Jacques while trying to get the taste out of my mouth. He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. Then he started laughing.
"You mean, this is a rabbit that was not long ago hopping around outside." I was using my fingers as a toothbrush to try and get the taste out of my mouth.
The only thing Jacques could do was laugh. "Yes, this is the Easter bunny that didn't make it to Easter."
"Don't you have any real food?" I looked at Jacques.
"I am sorry, Pizza Hut and McDonald's got snowed in." He looked at me laughing and eating his rabbit.
"How long will I be here?" I looked at Jacques.
"You can leave anytime you want?" he told me as he was standing up again making it impossible for me to look at his face. The only thing I could look at is that cock.
"Would you cover that thing up, Please?" I stared at it.
"You are that offended by my Little Richard?" Jacques looked at me.
"It is not that I am offended by Little Richard," I was laughing at his name for his dick.
"Then what is it?" he looked down at himself.
"When I am talking to you, I would prefer to look at your face. But when Little Richard, which is not little, is hanging in front of my face, I can't take my eyes off of it. Your cock is humongous." I felt my face reddening from embarrassment.
Jacques turned around and started walking away. I looked at him. "Where are you going?"
"I am going for a swim." He walked away.
"A swim?" I was bewildered. It is winter and a snowstorm. "How are you going for a swim?"
"There is a pond over there that is very warm. You may want to go for a swim." He looked back at me with a smirk.
"Excuse me, have you forgotten so quickly." My body is like bruised all over and full of pain. How am I going to go swimming" I was stunned by his short memory loss?
"It is a magical pond. It will probably heal you." He stood there smiling.
"You know what? That is so pathetic," I scolded him for his outlandish remark.
"What is so pathetic?" He stood there with his hands on his hips and that snake hanging between his legs.
"I have had guys try to get me out of my clothes, but that comment takes the cake. The very idea of telling me it is magical." I looked at him like he was nuts.
"Suit yourself." He walked away, and I saw him jump and heard the splash of the water. "Oh my god, You do not know what you are missing? This pond is warm."
I tried to stand. I groaned as I managed to stand up. When I decided to walk it was even worse. The pain was excruciating. I took six-inch steps, and what seemed an eternity I managed to walk to the pond.
"Jacques," I called out as he was swimming and splashing around. "Jacques, please stop swimming for a second."
He stood up facing me. Those muscles rippled, and he shook his head causing that beautiful mane of hair to swing around. I just stood there staring at his manly shape.
"I'm sorry, did you call me." Jacques’ smile was just as heavenly as his beautiful blue eyes.
"Uhh, yes." I looked at him, and for a moment I forgot what I was about to say. "Were you serious, when you said the pond was magical."
"Yes, I was serious." He stood in the water looking at me.
"Can I come into the water?" I looked at him.
"Sure, If you want. It is wonderful." He ducked into the water came back up and started shaking the water from his hair.
"Would you stop that?" I looked at him.
"Stop what?" He asked while smiling at me.
"Oh, nothing." I saw his smile. "I can't go in with my clothes on."
"Well, take them off." He started swimming around.
"Jacques," I called his name then frowned. "Jacques, please, stop swimming."
"What is it now?" He looked at me laughing.
“I need help.” I looked at Jacques who was grinning at me.
“Help with what?” His grin turned into a big smile.
"I need help getting my clothes off," I mumbled while looking at the ground.
"What did you say?" he asked.
I looked at him. "I need help getting my clothes off," my face was beet red.
Jacques slowly walked from the water and stood in front of me and looking into my eyes. He reached up pulled my green skull cap from my head. Then he slowly unwrapped the colorful scarf from my neck.
My hair was around my face. Jacques used the back of his fingers, and ever so gently he moved the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ears. The soft touch of those fingers sent waves of excitement throughout my body. He stared directly into my eyes.
Jacques unbuttoned my winter coat and slid it off my shoulder where it fell and landed on the ground behind my feet. My mind was going bonkers. I couldn't believe how aroused I was becoming. I looked into the blueness of his eyes. I could see visions of passion in their depths.
I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his strong arms holding me. Inside my head, I was screaming for him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his length inside of me. I wanted him to make love to me.
I held onto his shoulders as he slid my boots off my feet and then my socks. He stood up for a moment our eyes locked. Jacques lightly traced his finger around my lips.
"Do you want me to continue?" Jacques was no longer laughing at me. I could see the lust in his eyes now. I have never felt so aroused. I could feel myself becoming wet. I could not take my eyes off him. I wanted to surrender to the passion I saw in his eyes.
I fought back the coward part of myself and swallowed the fear I had. "Yes, please continue."
Jacques hooked his finger underneath my sweater and lifted it over my head. He knelt as I unbuttoned my jeans and he slowly peeled them down my hips and off.
I undid the front clasp to my bra and pulled it free. My breast came out of the cups. I heard a sigh escape Jacques' lips. He slowly peeled my panties down exposing myself to his eyes. I stepped out of them, and he kissed my shaved pubic mound, and his hands cupped my ass cheeks. I held his head close to me as his kisses excited me.
Jacques stood up and looked into my eyes as his fingers slowly traced a line up my hips rising to my breasts. He softly traced a circle around my firm orbs. He softly kissed my lips, and I felt his cock as it stiffened its length up my belly.
Jacques picked me up in his arms and carried me to the pond.
Chapter Three
"What the hell do you mean there is nothing you can do?" Derrick yelled at the hotel desk.
"What is your name, sir?" The desk clerk looked at Derrick
"Derrick!" that is my name and this is Susie and Sean," I shouted to him. “Remember? We checked in a couple of days ago?” You couldn’t have forgotten that quickly.”
"Please sir, you do not have to raise your voice. I am sure your girlfriend is fine." The hotel desk clerk seemed so unresponsive to the fact that Susie has disappeared.
"It has been three hours, and the weather is getting worse," Derrick demanded they do something. "At least call the police."
"Sir, the police will not do anything in this weather. I am sure your friend is fine," The clerk tried reassuring us.
I grabbed Sean’s hand, and we went to Derrick. I looked at Derrick. "Maybe we can go find someone who is brave enough to help us find her."
Derrick glanced at me. "That is a good idea."
The three of us left the hotel and walked down the road. The snow was coming down hard, and the wind was picking up. We found a tavern and thought why not.
We walked in, and a reasonably good crowd was there. We sat at a table, and the waitress came over. "I am Sonia, Can I get you anything?"
My eyes went from her beautiful almond eyes and her tan complexion to her breasts. I couldn't help but notices her thick nipples protruding through the fabric of the dress. "Yes, Well take three dark beers." I smiled at Sonia, and she returned the smile.
I looked at Sean and Derrick, "Let me go talk to the Sonia. Maybe she can help us get some people together."
As she was filling up the three mugs with beer, I sat on a stool by her. I couldn't help but notice her breasts jiggling beneath the dress as she filled the glasses with beer.
"Can I help you?" Sonia had the most seductive smile as I looked up and seen she noticed me looking at her tits.
"I'm sorry." I knew I was busted. I regained my composure, "Can you help me?"
"What do you need?" she continued smiling at me.
"We lost our friend today. We need help finding her. The hotel won't help. They say the weather is too bad." I couldn't help but look at those tits again.
"The weather is bad." She looked at me.
"Isn't there any guys here that could help?" I pleaded with her.
"Where did she get lost?" she asked.
I looked at her, "We went up into the mountains today. She stayed back for a little bit to take some pictures. She told us to go on ahead, and she would catch up."
"She never returned?" she looked at me.
"No, she never returned. That is why we need help." I was looking at her.
Her eyes shot wide open. She dropped the mug of beer.
"Not again?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her. "This has happened before?"
"Yeti" she exclaimed. The bar went quiet. Everybody was looking at us.
"Yeti has struck again?" one of the men sitting at the far end of the bar exclaimed.
Derrick and Sean jumped out of their seats and ran to the far end of the bar where the men were. "Who is Yeti?" Sean asked.
"The great abominable snowman!" One man shouted.
"I saw Yeti once. He stood eight feet tall. He walked in the distance. He was half man and half ape." an older man at the bar was describing.
I looked at Sonia as the fear enveloped me, "Yeti is real!"
"Yes, Yeti is real." She looked at me. I didn't see the fear in her eyes. I saw lust.
"I saw Yeti as well," another man shouted out. "He isn't eight feet; he is closer to ten. I thought I was a dead man when he looked at me and roared."
Sonia looked at me and saw the fear. “Do not worry. Your friend is fine.”
"Does anybody know where this Yeti creature is! I need to save my girlfriend." Derrick was panicking as the men spoke of the legends of this creature.
"How do you know she is fine?" I looked at Sonia while glancing in the direction of the men.
"Yeti is entirely human. He is a shapeshifter. The few sightings of him are when he is the abominable snowman. Up in the mountains, there is a magical cave. He is a magical creature of lust and sex.” Sonia looked at me with a seductive smile.
“You have to be kidding.” I looked at her.
“No, I am not kidding,” Sonia continued. “When in human form he possesses a monster dong that no mortal man has yet to obtain. If your friend fell prey to Yeti then trust me when I say, she is getting fucked real good."
"Son-of-a-bitch, why couldn't he have taken me!" I whispered while looking at the Sonia.
"I agree, I have dreamed of him taking me for a long time. But he only takes foreign women — the smug bastard." Sonia handed me a beer.
"That Yeti doesn't know what he is missing." I looked at Sonia with a smile on my face.
"Why do you say that?" She looked at me while sipping a beer.
"I'd do you in a heartbeat." I smiled at her.
She gave me the most beautiful smile. "If Yeti has your friend she will come back."
"She will?" I looked at her.
"Yes, but things won't be the same." She looked at the men to make sure no one was listening.
"What do you mean?" I glanced at the men, then to Sonia.
"She'll have an uncontrollable desire that her boyfriend can't satisfy." She looked at me, "Only Yeti can satisfy her now. Most of the couples end in divorce or separated. The women become delirious while trying to satiate their lust. However, many are unaware of the lost legend; he searches for his soulmate. She will live for eternity with him. ”
An old man in the corner yelled out, “The Yeti eats our livestock and sheep. Maybe even people!” Derrick and Sean looked at one another.
“What is the lost legend?” I whispered to Sonia.
“If she is the chosen one to be Yeti’s mate. She will return to him for eternity.” Sonia smiled at me when she said that.
"Can anyone help us find Yeti?" Derrick looked at the men in the bar. "Who will go with us to help us find my girlfriend and rescue her from Yeti?"
Nobody was saying anything. I looked at Sonia, "I better get them out of here. Maybe we'll meet again." I made sure nobody was paying attention.
I motioned with my finger to the Sonia to come closer. She leaned over the bar. I planted a kiss on her lips which she seemed glad to return.
"Derrick" I grabbed him by his coat sleeve. "It is time to go. They are not going to help."
Derrick looked at me, "But what about Alex?"
Chapter Four
While holding me in his arms, Jacques carried me until he was chest deep in the water. He shifted how he was keeping me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso.
Jacques looked deep into my eyes as his nose softly rubbed against my nose. It reminded me of the Eskimo kisses when I was a child. However, this was far more sensual. Our lips touched, and he was gentle in how he kissed me. It was so erotic, to see the pure lust that he kept subdued in his eyes.
I unwrapped my legs from Jacques' torso as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. His cock trapped between us, I could feel the considerable length sliding up and down my body as the motion of the water bounced me up and down.
I reached down between us and was barely able to wrap my fingers around the circumference of Jacques’ swollen shaft. I moved my hands lower and fondled his balls in my hands. They were massive, and I was unable to imagine the load I hoped he would be unloading on me.
“Are you still hurting?” he whispered to me.
I had forgotten all about the bruises and how much I was hurting. However, after Jacques asked the question, It occurred to me, there was no more pain. “No, I am no longer hurting. Except for one place.”
“Where would that be?” He kissed me again as I stroked my hands on that hard flesh.
“I have a hurting need to have you inside of my wet pussy.” My hands tightened around his manhood.
Jacques carried me out of the water, then laid me down on the ground. He knelt at my side and asked me to play with myself. I slowly began caressing my breasts and pulling my nipples.
I watched as Jacques was kneeling there by me, his eyes watching as I played with my tits. His hand was slowly sliding up and down his manhood. I stared at the sight of him masturbating. I have never seen a guy masturbate. And now, my first time was with a guy who had the enormous cock.
Jacques watched as my right hand slowly traced a path down my belly and rubbed my swollen clit which was aching with need. A sigh escaped his lips while his left hand started fondling his balls. He kept his right hand moving over the mushroom head of his engorged shaft.
I slid two fingers inside of my pussy and started fucking myself while watching him stroke himself. Imagining that hard dick in my pussy and fucking me. I had three fingers inside me and was trying to get the fourth finger.
Jacques stared with complete lust as now I had my hand inside my pussy. I was going insane as I fisted myself. My body was aching with the need to have that fat cock inside of my cunt. I was so close to coming. His fist now a blur as he stroked that swollen shaft. I squeezed my thighs around my hand as the orgasm overtook me.
Jacques knelt up at my side. He let out a monstrous roar as he thrust his hips forward. His cock head was aiming at my tits. I watched as the monster load shot out. His cum was drenching my boobs. I looked at the pearly white necklace of cum. He laid down beside me licking his cum off my tits.
He would come up and kiss me. I sucked his delicious cum out of his mouth. He continued licking his cum off my tits while his hand started rubbing my clit. As he scooped his seed from off my breasts, we would swap it back and forth.
I started lifting my waist off the ground so he could rub my clit faster and harder. I was moaning, as his cum dripped into my mouth. He did not let up on my clit but moved his hand on it faster as my second orgasm took over.
Jacques spread my legs wide and slowly started fingering my wet pussy. My lips were wet and swollen, as he slowly entered his fat head into my gaping opening.
