Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were returning to the small town of Hood River in Oregon. It had been almost a year since their previous visit there and an encounter with Bigfoot. Over the past few months, a number of young women had gone missing in the same area. However, this time no victims had been recovered. Fearing a return of a serial attacker, the local sheriff had called on the agents for their assistance once more.
Mulder had thought he would have difficulty getting his partner to accompany him on this return. She had come very close to being attacked by the Sasquatch and been left badly shaken. However, Scully had readily agreed to return to Hood River, saying she had to face her fears.
Blood and fur samples he had taken had proven inconclusive. Fox was determined to return with positive evidence the cryptid was real. As the beast had seemingly been attracted to Scully, he reasoned that he could use her as bait. Although he didn't feel good about using her like that, he had become obsessed with getting the proof he needed.
When Fox had approached her about returning to Hood River, Scully had been forced to hide her eagerness. Despite the run-in with the beast being terrifying, Dana had not been able to stop thinking about it. Quickly, it and its gigantic cock had become the focus of her fantasies when she masturbated.
Desiring to experience such a huge prick, the redhead had purchased a large dildo. Using it often, she had fantasised having sex with Bigfoot. But the toy hadn't been big enough. And so began her shopping spree for larger and larger sex toys. With a lot of kegel exercises she had learned to control her pelvic muscles very well indeed. Soon Scully had been able to take her larger toys deep inside and achieve mind-blowing orgasms as she stretched both her vagina and her anus. Hidden in a locked case, her collection of large dildos was impressive.
As she used her increasingly large dildos she would look at the pictures taken of Bigfoot's victims: graphic images of stretched cunts and arseholes, some leaking copious amounts of beastly semen. It was the images of the gaping leaking arsehole that excited her the most.
How much of that ginormous penis could these women take
, she'd wonder as she vibrated her clit to climax. It had been imagining herself taking the creature's cock in her cunt that Scully had finally taken her largest dildo.
Squatting down, she had completely engulfed the fourteen inch long, four inch wide fake dick in her arse. Using all her control, she had forced the phallus deep into her colon. Strange, unusual feelings had emanated from deep inside her, triggering a mind-blowing orgasm.
However, despite the size of her toys and ability to engulf them, they were still smaller than Bigfoot's cock. And sitting on a toy lacked the fucking sensations she had begun to crave.
I wonder what it would be like, to feel that beast inside me
she often thought to herself, calming down in her post-orgasmic stupor.
When Mulder had brought up the request from the Hood River sheriff's department, Scully had almost jumped at the chance. Would she encounter Bigfoot again? What would happen? Her pussy had moistened immediately. However, she did not want Mulder to know her real intentions. Instead she had given him a line about facing her fears. Rather, it was a huge monster cock she wanted to face. Later that night, after packing an overnight bag, Dana lay on her bed, a large vibrator buzzing away inside her twat, fingers rubbing her clit as she again looked at the photographs of ravaged holes dripping Bigfoot cum. After several orgasms, she fell into a fitful sleep.
The following day, the FBI agents flew out to Seattle and had a three hour drive to Hood River. After complaining yet again about not being able to land in Portland, Mulder turned the subject round to Bigfoot.
'...and with the change of behaviour, I think we can assume there has been some change in their mating rituals.'
'Mulder, this change in modus operandi isn't proof of anything. All it tells us is that young women are missing. Certainly nothing about...mating rituals,' Scully replied. 'It's far more likely that someone is kidnapping these women and taking them somewhere to be abused.'
'Come on, Scully. You've seen Bigfoot up close and you know these creatures are real,' Mulder countered.
'As I've said countless times already, Mulder: it was dark and I don't know what I saw,' she claimed, 'But I've no doubt the attacker was a large man!'
Very large...especially in the cock department
.
'I still believe that what we have here is a genuine interaction between a cryptid and humans.
The
cryptid. Our interference last year may actually have precipitated this change in behaviour.'
'Mulder! Are you saying these missing persons are our fault? That our investigation has changed the habits of the perpetrator?'
'Quite possibly. Similar to the Observer Effect. After all, I did shoot it several times. Its behaviour is likely to have altered in order to avoid a threat. But I wouldn't assign blame beyond the "perpetrator" as you call it.'
'Well, I can certainly agree that there has been some alteration in the attacker's behaviour. And whatever else, he needs to be stopped.'
Driving along interstate 84, agent Scully was getting hornier. With every mile they closed in on their destination, her arousal built. Images floated in her mind's eye: the evidence photographs of the victims of Bigfoot. Her imagination kept picturing her taking the beast's monstrous cock into her body. An intense arousal built at the thought of it. Dana didn't think anything like that could happen but she kept fantasising about it. Being close to her period again didn't help. She had always gotten horniest at this time of the month. Right now she felt like she was in heat.
Dressed in black pants and blazer over a white blouse, she sat cross-legged in the passenger seat of the car. Underneath she wore a plain white bra and black panties. Inside her panties she had placed a panty liner, as was her custom. Always a woman to get very wet when turned on, the amount of honey she produced would coat her gusset. Scully had been forced to wear liners more often to protect her underwear from the copious amount of pussy juice that seeped from her.
Mulder was making small talk, but Scully wasn't paying any real attention now, lost in her sexual thoughts. Looking out the window, she became conscious of the heat radiating between her crossed legs. Moulded to her cunny, the hot panty liner was soaking up the viscous juices leaking from her throbbing snatch.
An itch building within her, Dana put her hands in her lap, as if to warm them. Discreetly, she pushed a finger along the seam of her pants, pressing against her hidden clitoris. Slowly, she pushed further down, pressing against her pussy slit. Moving the digit slowly side-to-side, she could feel more of her secretions escaping her hairy cunt lips to be absorbed by the liner.
If I don't do something about this I'm going to go crazy
, she thought. Glancing over at Mulder she considered.
Well, he's got a dick. It could help scratch this itch
. But she quickly rejected the idea, knowing it was not smart to start something with a work colleague.
But I'm getting so hot
.
'The Paiute and Wasco tribes have stories of large hairy "keepers of the forests" going back for generations...'
