Bigfoot Sex Stories – Big Foot, Big Cock

My thighs were searing and the end-of-summer sun shone hot through the thick canopy of trees on the back of my neck. Sweat was trickling in rivulets down my forehead, sliding down my neck and disappearing down the neck of my tank top. My sports bra was soaking progressively through and I was panting heavily as the incline of the trail increased sharply. But I kept walking.

I always kept walking.

I’d been hiking the Pacific Crest Trail for four-and-a-half months, starting at the Mexican border in southern California. I’d finally reached Washington and was, by my admittedly inexact calculations, somewhere around three weeks away from the Canadian border and the end of my hike. It’s a strange thing, long distance hiking. You walk, all day, every day through the most beautiful and secluded mountains and forests in the country. You can go days without seeing another soul, but it’s not lonely, somehow.

The steep hill crested, finally, and I gazed down at the lush little valley below me, smiling and wiping my brow. There was a mountain lake just a little to the east of the trail, glinting bright blue in the sunlight. I still had plenty of daylight left and decided to hike down to it for a dip.

Going down is easier than going up, and I reached the lake in good time. A wide smile on my face, I dropped my heavy pack and wrestled off my boots, striding to the edge of the shimmering blue water. Glancing around me, just to make sure I was alone, I pulled my tank top over my head and shimmied my shorts down my thighs.

I admired my reflection for a moment in the still water. You don’t hike for eight hours a day for months and not get into amazing shape. Well-muscled shoulders gave way to full breasts, a slim waist, rounded hips and muscled thighs. My thick blonde braid hung nearly to my waist over my tanned shoulder, and I took out my hair band and shook out my sweaty curls. I stretched, reaching to touch my toes and stood to pull off my bra, breathing a sigh of relief as my ample breasts finally sprang free. I tugged off my panties for good measure and waded slowly into the clear, cool water.

I ducked under the water and swam far out into the middle of the lake, tipping onto my back and floating lazily on the surface of the water for a while. I could feel the sun heating the droplets of water pooled on my exposed breasts and belly and I felt the warmth surging through my entire body despite the coolness of the water. I backstroked slowly back to the shore and climbed out, strolling to the grass and laying down. I loved the feel of the soft grass against my bare skin. A sigh escaped my lips as the sun warmed and dried me.

There was another warmth within me, building between my legs. I ran my hands over my hips, up over my flat tummy to cup my breasts. They overflowed my hands and I squeezed them lightly, loving the way that they gave to my touch. I stroked my fingers over my nipples, hardening them immediately. Swirling a finger in my mouth I circled the pebbled skin, the slippery feeling causing a sharp jerk of pleasure between my legs. I spread them and dipped my other hand lower, stroking my fingers over the little patch of hair there, teasing myself. My anticipation grew, and I couldn’t wait any longer; I ran my fingertips up and down my slit, slippery with the liquid of my arousal.

A moan slipped from between my lips, and my fingers slipped between my other set, spreading them apart and exposing my pink flesh to the sun. Tossing my head back, I shut my            eyes and concentrated on the feeling of my finger stroking the stiff little bead that was aching to be touched. I moaned again, this time in frustration, as my movements grew faster. I wasn’t just aching to be touched. I was aching to be fucked; I hadn’t had a cock inside of me for so long. I was dying to feel the smooth, rounded head pressing against my entrance, pushing into me. Dying to be filled up over and over again…I slid my own fingers inside of my, knowing it wasn’t enough. They were never enough. I needed a good, hard fucking by a thick, hard dick.

I was cock hungry.

My fingers delved even further into me and moved even faster against my clit. A pleasurable pressure was building somewhere below my navel, spreading through my body gently. It built and built until it was almost too much to bear, until I thought I would explode…and then I did. My body clenched violently and all of my muscles went rigid, my back arching away from the warm grass under me. The pleasure was intense and my eyes snapped open, locking with a pair of dark, wild ones. My mouth opened in surprise and a loud moan escaped as my pussy clenched even harder around my fingers. I didn’t look away, staring back as I continued to spasm in pleasure, but I blinked and they had gone. When I had finished I lay in the sun, still tingling with pleasure, but I couldn’t shake the vision of those dark eyes I had seen in the forest.

Someone, or something, had been watching me.

Clear-headed and clothed again, I shouldered my pack and headed back into the forest, those eyes still on my mind. A shiver ran down my spine…They had been about six feet above the ground. Too tall for anything but a big grizzly on its hindquarters. If it was a bear I’d probably scared it off. But I’ve seen bears, and pretty close too. That was no bear. I made my way back to the trail, struggling to shake the thought that whatever the eyes had belonged to, they’d looked hungry.

I shook my head to clear it, striding onto the trail and trying to leave the disturbing (and somehow arousing) thoughts behind me. I hiked another nine grueling miles before the sun began to set and I had to make camp. As I was falling into an uneasy sleep, the eyes were there watching me, like they were burned into my eyelids.

*SNAP*

I woke with a start when I heard the crack of a branch breaking somewhere very close to my tent. Eyes wide in the darkness, I listened intently for almost a full minute before I relaxed slightly. It was probably just the wind. My eyes drifted shut again…and then I heard it. A footstep, and then another, no more than two feet from my left. My eyes snapped open.

Holy shit.

I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe. More footsteps. Whatever it was was walking on two legs. And it was circling my tent. In the quiet of the forest night, I heard a deep intake of breath. Oh God, it was sniffing me. It? He? I laid there, frozen and silent, for a long time before I heard more footsteps, this time moving away from the tent. I didn’t move again until I couldn’t hear a single sound in the forest night. It was a long time before I fell asleep again.

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The next morning I woke early and took down the campsite quickly, eager to get back on the trail. I hiked that day like I was being chased. I certainly felt like I was. I couldn’t help but feel that whatever had been sniffing around my tent last night had been the owner of those dark, wild eyes…

I hiked farther than I ever had that day, blowing my personal best out of the water. I decided to make camp at a shelter that night instead of using my tent. Somehow the three log walls of the shelter seemed safer than the thin fabric of my tent. Snuggled in my sleeping bag with my knife tucked into the waistband of my panties, I expected to lay a long time before I fell asleep, but hiking takes a lot out of a girl. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep were those eyes, watching me…

I jolted awake suddenly, not knowing why. I hadn’t heard anything, but my heart was drumming in terror. I looked slowly towards the opening of the shelter, filled with dread. I could barely see in the blackness, but there was someone (or something) standing at the entrance. It was huge and man-shaped. And it was staring right at me. I eased myself out of my sleeping and pulled the knife out of my panties, growing bolder when it didn’t move. I took a step forward, holding the knife out and trying to look fierce.

“What do you want?” I said in a low, dangerous voice. “I know you’ve been following me.”

The…whatever it was cocked its head, as though curious, and took a step forward. I still couldn’t clearly see what it was, but I took its advance as a threat and waved my knife, which halted it immediately.

“I have a knife,” I called, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “And I know how to use it. Stay back!”

The creature stepped forward again. I panicked and slashed with my knife, but this time it didn’t stop. I screamed, slashing blindly again. This time I felt the knife connect with flesh and the creature screamed. An inhuman scream. I fled, barefoot, out into the blackness wearing only my panties and a tank top. I ran, dimly aware of the sounds of pursuit behind me, and prayed that I was faster. I couldn’t see anything, but I struggled to move faster. Branches scratched my face and legs and tangled in my hair. I ran faster and faster, thinking that the sounds of my attacker were fading away behind me. A burst of speed carried me even further, until I hit something very solid. My head smacked against it and I was unconscious before I hit the ground.

When I came to, the first thing I became aware of was my pounding headache. I was laying on my side somewhere very soft and warm, and a gentle hand was stroking my back. Where was I? What had happened? A moment later everything came flooding back to me. My eyes shot open, making my head spin. I was facing what appeared to be the wall of a cave. I felt a shiver of fear run from my head to my toes as I realized what must be stroking my back. I tried to roll over, moaning when it made my head spin and my vision blur, and the hand withdrew. When my vision cleared I finally saw my attacker, staring down at me from several feet away.

It stood over six feet tall and was shaped like a burly, well-muscled man, but covered in thick, slightly curling dark-brown fur. It’s face was less hairy, and looked more early human than animal. A low brow, sharp cheekbones and a large jaw, and of course those wild dark eyes…My eyes roamed over the beast, fascinated. Its shoulders were huge and furred, and its chest was bulky as well. Pink nipples showed through the dark fur. Looking lower, I could see that it was truly muscular; the fur on its stomach was indented with unmistakable abs. As my eyes went even lower, my mouth fell open. Well, it was definitely a he. Absolutely, undeniably a he. A penis, enormous even when flaccid, hung between his furry tree-trunk thighs. His calves were very muscular and his feet were only lightly furred and gigantic…

Holy shit. It was fucking Bigfoot.

I almost passed out again when I realized it. For some reason, as soon as I’d figured it out I was suddenly less afraid. Bigfoot wasn’t supposed to be dangerous, right? I’d heard other hiker’s accounts of Bigfoot encounters. My eyes flicked back up to the creature’s face. He was still looking at me, and he was still staying a comforting distance away. When he saw me looking at him, he gestured to a crackling fire. I continued to stare, confused, and he gestured again, before sitting down on a thick log near the flames.

Fucking Sasquatch wanted me to sit next to him. I swallowed, steeling myself and rose from the pile of dried moss and leaves I was laid on, which I could only assume was the creature’s bed. I took a cautious step towards him, and stopped. He gestured again, gently, and held up a something that looked like a bowl of water. My thirst made me bolder, and I took several halting steps forward, sinking slowly onto the bench next to the creature. I stared at him, unable to look away from the creatures face. He held the large bowl of water up to my face so that I could drink, and I took several deep swallows of the cool water gratefully, my eyes still fixed on his face. My head felt better almost immediately. He took the bowl away and looked down at me, as curious about me as I was about him.

He raised a giant palm to my face, stroking it gently and then gripping my thick braid in his hand and stroking it, his eyes never leaving mine. I took a shaky breath, swallowing my fear. It wasn’t hard, I wasn’t afraid; the creature was obviously gentle. He grabbed my hand in his large, furred one, gently placing it between my legs. I flushed and moved my hand away, but he replaced it almost immediately, making an encouraging gesture. Finally, I understood.

“You saw me,” I said quietly, still red faced. I wondered if he would understand. “By the lake. You were watching me.”

The creature, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, began to move my hand gently over my crotch, and my breath caught in my throat.

“You…you want to see again?” I muttered, alarmed by how husky my voice had become.

I was wearing only a pair of thin cotton panties, and there was adrenaline coursing through my veins. I felt the blood flooding between my legs almost immediately and started to move my hands over myself of my own accord. The Sasquatch took his hand back, watching me intently, his eyes flicking from my face to my hand, now sneaking down the waistband of my damp panties. He made an animalistic noise and reached forward, hooking a hand into the waistband himself and tearing my panties off as easily as if they were made of paper. I gasped, afraid for a moment, but he just sat back and continued to watch me.

I took a steadying breath and stopped touching myself, but only long enough to pull my tank top over my head before he ripped that off too. I was fully aroused now. My nipples were hard, and I stroked my fingers over them before my hands made their way back down lower. I stroked my fingers against the hard little nub, feeling the sharp pleasure all over my body. My eyes were still locked with the creature’s but they flicked lower suddenly, between his legs. That enormous cock was stirring, hardening as he watched me touch myself. My breath sped up as I watched it becoming harder and harder, and my fingers moved faster and faster. Lost in pleasure, I reached and took the Sasquatch’s hand, placing it onto my full breast and nodding encouragingly at him.

“You can touch me, if you want,” I gasped, moaning as his fingers curled gently to squeeze my tit. The rough pad of his thumb circled my nipple, making my head spin. I felt his other hand grab my other tit, and he began squeezing them both, intermittently pinching and caressing my nipples.

“Fuck,” I moaned, spreading my legs.

I reached boldly across the space between us, and took the creature’s long, thick cock in my hand. I moaned again. It was hard and smooth, and so thick that I couldn’t close my fingers around it. My breathing was beginning to lose control. Between the creature’s rough fingers on my nipples and my own fingers stroking myself, the pleasure was building           quickly. I moaned loudly as the pleasure crested, spreading through my torso and legs, making me shake. My eyes remained locked with the wild, dark eyes of the Sasquatch while my orgasm rocked me. I slumped against his fur covered chest weakly, dimly noting the way his giant cock nudged against my full breasts.

Suddenly he stood, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me with him. I was too surprised to scream, but I remembered to be afraid. He threw me onto the soft leaf pile roughly and I scrambled onto my hands and knees, preparing to run. It was too late. The Sasquatch had his enormous hands around my waist; the hands were so large that his fingers could link together around me. He yanked me back towards him, and I shrieked. One of his giant thumbs gently stroked my back, which calmed me slightly, but he didn’t let me go.

My entire body, still tingling with my orgasm, stiffened immediately when I felt something warm and smooth against the dripping entrance of my pussy. I realized then, Bigfoot was going to fuck me. Whether I wanted it or not. My mind was running so fast, wondering if there was any way I could escape…but then I felt that thick cock nudging against me again, pressing more insistently this time, and I stopped thinking altogether. My cock-hungry brain couldn’t process anything but what was pressing demandingly against my entrance.

I was going to get fucked.

When the beast felt me stop fighting him he pushed harder, thrusting his hips and forcing his enormous cock halfway into me. I screamed, arching my back. I would have collapsed if not for the creature’s hands around my waist. He pulled me back onto him and my pussy unwillingly swallowed the second half of him. The Sasquatch made an animalistic noise, a deep grunt, and began to fuck me. His enormous cock impaled me over and over, filling me up like nothing ever had before. I made groaned, not shocked when I realized that I sounded even more like an animal than the beast. I screamed, shoving my hips back to swallow even more of the Sasquatch’s cock. My eyes rolled back in my head; he was going to split me open…

I came suddenly and explosively, and the creature howled as my hot, tight pussy gripped him even tighter, milking his thick cock. His hands were the only thing supporting me at this point, my body had gone entirely limp. He ploughed into me roughly, over and over while I laid limply in his hands, my head lolling with each thrust. Amazingly I felt the pleasurable tightening beginning again in my lower abdomen, and my head began to swim violently as the Sasquatch hammered my cunt. I came for the second time, even harder, and as my pussy contracted around his rock hard cock my vision faded and I passed out for the second time that night.

“Ohhh, my head…”

I blinked as the morning sun flooded into the shelter, blinding me. I sat up to clutch my head and realized that it wasn’t the only part of my that was incredibly sore. The previous night flooded back to me and my face went a crimson more brilliant than the bright sunshine. I…no…there was no way. I reached down into my sleeping bag, feeling for my panties and only feeling the smooth skin of my hips and pussy. My tank top was gone too; I was entirely naked. And majorly sore. I wondered how long the creature had used me after I’d passed out and decided that I didn’t care. I laughed aloud, startling several birds from the roof of the shelter. People all over the world had unbelievable stories of Bigfoot encounters, but absolutely no one was ever going to believe this.