Sarah hiked deep into the Oregon forest alone, her tight shorts riding up her ass with every step. At twenty-five she wanted nothing but silence and a good fuck with herself under the stars. She set up camp by a creek, stripped naked, and fingered her shaved pussy while the sun went down. That was when the heavy footsteps started.
He stepped out of the trees like a fucking mountain. Eight feet tall, covered in thick brown fur, muscles rippling under the mat. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already half-hard and thicker than her wrist. Sarah froze, heart pounding, but her cunt clenched and got wetter instead of running. She spread her legs wider on the sleeping bag and stared.
Bigfoot grunted, low and animal. He dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbed her thighs with huge hands, and pulled her toward his face. His tongue was long, rough, and hot. He licked straight up her slit, then shoved it inside her hole, fucking her with it like a cock. Sarah moaned loud, hips bucking. “Fuck yes, eat that pussy,” she hissed. He growled and kept going, slobber mixing with her juice until it ran down her ass crack.
When he pulled back his cock was fully hard, veined, and leaking thick precum. It had to be fourteen inches and as wide as a soda can. Sarah’s eyes went wide but she reached for it anyway, both hands barely wrapping around the shaft. She stroked him hard and fast, spit on the head, and tried to suck it. She got maybe four inches in before gagging, drool pouring down her chin onto her tits.
Bigfoot didn’t wait. He flipped her onto all fours, grabbed her hips, and slammed that monster dick straight into her cunt in one brutal thrust. Sarah screamed. Her pussy stretched wide, burning and clenching around him. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her like an animal, balls slapping her clit with every stroke, her whole body jerking forward from the force. She came hard within minutes, squirting around his cock, but he kept pounding.
He flipped her again, threw her legs over his shoulders, and drilled straight down. Sarah’s tits bounced wildly. She clawed at his fur, yelling “Fuck me harder, you big hairy bastard, wreck my cunt.” He roared and did exactly that, hammering so deep she felt him in her stomach. Another orgasm ripped through her, then another, until she was shaking and babbling.
Bigfoot’s thrusts got erratic. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy until it overflowed and ran down her thighs in heavy streams. He pulled out and sprayed the rest across her stomach and tits, marking her. Sarah lay there panting, cum dripping from her used hole, legs still spread.
She reached down and rubbed his load into her clit, coming one last time while he watched. Bigfoot didn’t leave right away. He stayed close, letting her stroke his softening cock until it started to swell again. By the time the moon was high she was on her back once more, taking every inch he had to give, moaning like a filthy slut in the middle of nowhere.
When dawn came she was sore, covered in dried cum, and already planning her next solo hike. Bigfoot had vanished back into the trees, but her wrecked pussy still throbbed at the memory of that massive cock stretching her open. She packed up slow, every step making her wince and smile. The forest felt different now. Wilder. And she knew she’d be back for more.
