Butt Banged By Bigfoot (sample)

Summary: Becky has ventured out into the woods in search of the elusive bigfoot, the sasquatch, the yeti, and the dogman many times before. However, this time she finally finds him!

She finds out that it’s true what they say about guys with big feet and the sasquatch has the biggest feet of them all!

A bit of tongue-in-cheek erotica for those looking for something a little outside of the norm.

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Becky had been chasing rumors of bigfoot for years. She’d chased after yetis in the Himalayas, dogmen in Michigan, and spent countless nights in forests everywhere waiting for the hairy giant to show up.

She ran a hand over her brown hair, adjusted the ponytail to tighten it a little, and wiped the sweat from the back of her neck. The campsite was finally set up and she could take a short break before she tried to call out the beast.

She sat near a small propane heater, not wanting to start a campfire for fear that the scent of smoke would drive him away, and sipped at the sweet hot apple cider she’d made from a packet of powder and some boiled water.

She flipped through a notebook spoke into a handheld recorder.

“I have a good feeling this time. There have been dozens of reports in just a ten-mile radius of my site. I’m sure I’ll be able to call out the sasquatch. I’ve set up motion-triggered video cameras all around the campsite. I’ll have proof. Possibly even biological samples to run genetic tests on…”

She went on for several minutes, describing why she felt her chances for an encounter were high and how she would finally prove the existence of bigfoot to the world before turning off her recorder and putting it into her pocket.

she picked up a stick and struck it against a nearby tree, listening as the dull thud echoed through the forest around her. Then she held up small media player and played back a call she’d recorded years before that she was sure was a sasquatch. It was almost human but full of guttural sounds that she’d only heard from wild animals before.

After an hour, she sighed, dropped the stick, and tucked the media player back into one of the pockets of her cargo pants. she sighed and walked back to the middle of her camp, clicked the starter on her camp stove a few times, and started heating up the chili she’d brought.

“Might as well have dinner. After I answer Nature. She’s calling really loud…”

She walked a few feet from her camp into the woods, pulled out a small pack of tissue, pulled down her pants, and squatted near a tree. As she listened to the splatter and trickle an the ground, it took her a moment to realize that the rest of the forest around her had gone silent.

“Is that a skunk?” she wondered, noticing a thick, musky odor that had crept up around her.

She looked around, unable to see very far into the murky dark between the trees, then a glint of moonlight reflected off of something a few feet in front of her.

She squinted, letting her eyes adjust and widen as details of a face formed in the dim moonlight that filtered through the trees. Almost human, with high cheekbones and long dark hair wreathing it.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

She froze, not daring to move for fear of frightening the near-mythical beast away. They both stayed crouched, staring at each other from across a few feet. She let her eyes wander across his hirsute body as her eyes grew more accustomed to the dark. Massive muscles heaved under the thick hair that covered his body, heaving with every silent breath he took.

He half-stood and crept forward, the musky smell moving before him and becoming thick with each inch he grew closer to her.

“I guess that’s why he’s called the skunk ape by a lot of people,” she thought.

Despite an uneasy fear, the excitement of actually, finally meeting bigfoot thrilled through her body. Even her teeth felt like they were ringing in her closed mouth.

His face was soon inches from hers, then even closer, his breath hot on her neck and cheeks. His sniffed in, the noise loud enough to drown out her thoughts for a moment, and moved his massive head around her as if working out what she was by scent as much as by sight.

Her hand, moving without any thought from her, reached out and touched his chest. The hair was soft, tangled here and there, and the muscles were as solid as any bodybuilder she’d ever dated, in fact, more solid.

He paused in his exploration of her body, his eyes looking deep into her own, and she could see what she was sure was intelligence, a real mind, someplace in his semi-bestial face.

His brow furrowed and relaxed while her hand traced lines and circles on his massive chest. When he suddenly moved forward, Becky fell backward, her bare ass landing on the rough root of a tree and reminding her that she hadn’t pulled up her pants.

One of his massive hands reached out and grabbed hold of her pants while his face thrust forward between her legs, and he began sniffing at her pussy.

The heat of his breath warmed her pussy and she began to feel the rising tickle of excitement grow between her slender legs. When his thick, rough tongue lapped at her pussy, she leaned back and moaned, despite her attempt to stay silent.

“You… You really are a bit human,” she whispered to him, hoping it wouldn’t scare him away. “Do… Do you… like that?”

Her fingers tangled into the hair on his head while he continued to sniff and lap at her pussy. Soon, a wave of disorganized sensation spread across her body and her voice, despite herself, echoed back from the trees around them.

His hand, still on her mostly pulled down pants, tightened and Becky found herself upside down, dangling in the air and staring at the largest cock she’d ever seen.

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Note, as per Smashwords definition, bigfoot is not bestiality: