Sasquatch Love Hunters

My name was Ned Thorton, and I was smiling like a damned Cheshire Cat. It was the first day of my semester-long leave. I'd earned it and I intended to enjoy it. Of course, being a Southern boy, my first thought was to go hunting. It was buck season, and so I grabbed my equipment and headed out.

I was a big fella: 6'3 and hefty-built at 215lbs. I was as blonde and blue-eyed as they come down South. However, I was far from the stereotypical redneck. I worked in the Biology Department of the local university. That was where I had met my husband, Dave. He was also not who most would have expected me to marry. See, Dave was black and even bigger than me at 6'6 and a hefty 230lbs. He was a great guy, and I was just as attracted to his personality as I was to his sex appeal.

I smiled as I felt the warm wetness ooze along my ass-crack after that last bump in the rocky country road as I left the morsel of civilization that was our small hamlet, and headed into the wild places. Dave had fucked me good and bred me deep that morning. That man swung 11 thick inches and knew just how to use it. I would be carrying his babies in me all day.

I reached a good point to park and headed into the forest. I set myself up along the edge of a small clearing. It was a good spot for deer. They often crossed the small clearing and grazed on the grasses and lichens there among the fallen logs that littered the ground. I was testing a new type of camo. Rather than the traditional blind, it was essentially a large sheet colored to match the earth and coated realistic yet fake versions of the local leaf litter. It even smelled of the soil and leaves.

I went into prone position on my belly and got my trusty bolt-action rifle into position. I was covered from head to toe in the huge camo sheet, and felt very secure. I waited a while, something like half an hour before a buck came into view. He was alone. He sniffed the air then walked to a huge log and started to nibble at some mushrooms there. I had him lined up and was about to take him down when there was a loud snap from somewhere behind me. The buck's head shot up, ears stiff. He snorted then dashed into the woods.

"Fuck..." I whispered. I wondered what the hell had made that noise. That was when I heard the footsteps. Not ordinary footsteps either. Each footfall sounded like a mini roar of thunder. They were bipedal footsteps too. Someone...or something huge was moving through the forest behind me. In fact, it was headed toward me.

"Holy..." I started praying. I hadn't done that in a while but in that moment, I was desperate for salvation.

My mind raced with my grandfather's stories of bugbears aka bigfoot. He had claimed to have encountered them and they did not seem friendly. The booming steps were right up near my ass. I was dripping sweat as I tried to hold perfectly still. I calmed my breathing. Then, I heard the thing sniff. It inhaled a huge breath, then grumbled: a deep rolling grumble.

That was when I noticed the smell. It was not the stench my grandfather had described. It was sweet; a dull sweet manly scent somewhere between a spicy cologne and the natural earthy fragrance of tree-bark. Then, I felt heat as the thing thumped over me. My eyes bulged. This beast was hovering over me. I shifted my gaze—eyes only—and saw the massive forearms and huge hands of the thing on either side of my head, holding it up over me like a roof. I swallowed hard. I dared not move, even as the thing began to sniff me.

Its hot breath singed the back of my neck as it slowly shuffled down, and stopped at my butt. It seemed very interested, as it inhaled deeply then licked at the back of my pants. I realized it was sniffing Dave's cum; which had started oozing from my winking butthole thanks to how scared I was. I was glad the brown stuff hadn't joined it, not that I would have cared. A sasquatch was sniffing at my butt and I had no idea what to do!

I was even more shocked when the thing flung the camo sheet off me, grabbed my pants by the waistband and yanked it down to expose my ass. The cool air of the forest caressed my bare skin for a split second before the beast's hot breath reddened my cheeks. It grunted in what seemed a mood of joy. I gasped at the sudden sensation of a big long wet tongue slithering along my ass-crack and stopping at my hole.

"Oh my God!" I whimpered as softly as I could. This sasquatch was rimming my ass! This sasquatch was...gay?

I had no clue whether it was male or female. What I knew, however, was that its tongue felt damned good! The thing squirmed that big tongue inside my butt-chute and twisted it around. Big strong hands kept my cheeks spread as the beast licked and slobbered on my hole for a good five minutes. My own thick 7-inch dick was hard as steel beneath me as the thing spit on my chute.

Spit?...Oh God!

It was a male alright! I knew the moment that the unmistakable sensation of a huge cockhead nudged at my backdoor. That dick was huge! Or at least it felt that way. The head was bulbously large. That meant the shaft had to be thick! I grunted as the head pushed in. I could not believe it. I was being ass-fucked by bigfoot! I growled as the big knob popped past my sphincter. I wanted to scream but I didn't want to make the beast any more aggressive than it was already.

The shaft followed and I could not help but groan. I dug my fingers into the soft earth. That huge prod stretched my hole wide. It hurt like hell! The only consolation was that the beast's spit was so thick and slimy that it aided in getting that massive dick all the way inside me. I was stuffed to the max. That dick had to be at least 13 inches and thick as shit!

"Uuuuurrrggh! Oh God! Ohhhh God! Urrggh! Urrrggh!" I groaned in a low voice as the sasquatch began to move through me, slithering that huge pipe back and forth through my guts. I grit my teeth. It still hurt, even as the dick slithered easier in and out. My asshole had been opened up; forced to surrender to the pressure of sasquatch's dick. I whimpered into the leaf litter as the beast picked up the pace. It grunted and groaned its pleasure as it sawed through me. Then, its heavy pelvis began to lightly tap my buttocks.

"Oh fuck...Urgh! Urgh! Ugh! Agh! Oh shit! Oh shit! Augh!" I whimpered.

I had no choice but to take it. It wasn't like I could fight the thing. It had to have been at least 8-foot tall, and was all muscle. Considering the tales I'd heard, there was no way I was going to get this monster off me, or even put up a good fight against it. No, I just had to lie there and take that dick...and that turned me on! I loved it when Dave was forceful: invaded my shower time, bent me over and fucked the crap out of me. This was that on steroids. The beast fucked me faster. No doubt controlling its great strength, it clapped my booty-cheeks with the force of Dave hammering me at full throttle!

"Arrrrrgghh! Aurgh fuck! Fuck! Uuuurrrrggghh!" I growled through gritted teeth. I could not longer keep my volume to a whisper. That sasquatch dick was ripping through me, and pounding pleasure deep in my hole. It reached spots that even Dave couldn't. My asshole spazzed and the beast grunted in pleasant surprise. It kept up the brutal pounding pace as my cock lurched beneath me and the cum churned in my balls.

"Oh fuck...Oh shit! You're gonna make me cum!" I cried, before wondering if the monster could even understand me. It certainly understood gay sex well enough as it pounded me through my orgasm. I came, and came and came over the leaf litter. The thing continued pounding me for a good few minutes after my orgasm before it finally came itself.

"WRAAAAAWWWRRRRR.... Wrawwr! Rrrrrrgghhh! Rwwarrggggh! Ruuugghh!"

The thing shuddered, and my eyes were wide as I felt that massive cock lurch hard inside me as it pumped me full of sasquatch spunk. It was painful but pleasurable at the same time. I sighed as the beast gave the last few shudders as it braced itself above me. It pulled free and my asshole let loose a rush of stinking 'squatch sperm. I flopped onto the forest floor, panting. I had just been fucked and seeded by sasquatch! There was no way Dave would ever believe me!

The beast moved backward then leaned down and kissed my ass-cheeks. Almost by instinct I raised my hips and pushed my ass back. The beast grunted happily and caressed my buns. It sank its tongue in again and slurped up a lot of its spilling cum. I still felt plenty more inside me, however, and it slowly oozed out as the beast stood then stomped its way back into the depth of the trees. The sound grew ever more faint until I was left alone; ass exposed and full of strange cum in the silent forest.