Kate woke up as though from a strange dream, but she knew reality was even stranger. Her expedition to study the Sasquatch had taken an unexpected, though undeniably fortunate, turn: she'd found him, he was real, and he'd fucked her silly out in the meadow.
She smiled, thinking about it. "How many girls have ever had an experience like mine?" she murmured to herself, and then she really wondered. It had been a rhetorical question, but now that she thought about it, how many?
As she stood up, she realized how sore she was from the night before; her pussy had taken quite a pounding, although she didn't regret it for a second. While she showered, she decided the first thing she should do today would be to head back toward the marsh, where she'd found his footprint the afternoon before. Now that she had her things set up in the cottage, if his footprint was still there, making a plaster cast would be a good idea. After all, she was here to study this creature, not just fuck him. She chuckled to herself at that thought. The University didn't shell out all that grant money just to get her laid.
Well, if she was going to go back down to the wetlands, that meant she'd have to wear clothes today. And bug spray. Lots of bug spray. She put on a pair of loose cargo pants, her hiking boots, and a light t-shirt, not bothering with a bra - once she was done in the marsh, she was hoping to spend the rest of the day more or less naked, especially if the Sasquatch showed up again.
It wasn't hard to find where she'd spotted the footprint the afternoon before. The night had been clear and not too warm, and it had kept its shape pretty well, so she managed to get a pretty decent casting of the thing.
Now to find the creature himself. She knew it would be a hard sell for the University, and the scientific community in general, to accept this creature's existence, so she wanted as much evidence as possible. Now she had a cast of a print, a hair sample, and even a sperm sample. She wondered if, when they studied the sample, they'd find some of her own juices mixed in, if they'd be able to tell how she'd collected the sample, and she wondered how she felt about the world knowing she'd fucked this creature. It might be better to get another sperm sample, manually. She thought about that lady who'd given handies to that dolphin as part of that one study. Nobody had called
her
a pervert.
Up-close photos of the creature himself would also be great, of course. All sorts of practical reasons she was hoping to see him again, reasons that had nothing to do with wanting to stare deeply into his big hazel eyes, or feel his strong, hairy arms around her, or hold that miraculous cock in her hands again. Legitimate, practical reasons.
"Mr. Sasquatch!" she called, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify the sound. Her voice echoed among the pine trees.
There he was! She felt her heart melt at the sight of his big silly grin, and her own lips pulled back in a grin of her own, which widened as her eyes roved over his muscular body and down towards his dick. He wasn't fully erect yet, she noticed, but seemed to be at about partial chub.
He loped, quickly, toward her, hooting excitedly, and scooped her up in his arms. He had no trouble lifting her, and she marveled again at his strength. Kate gave a squeal of joy, and pecked him on the cheek, coquettishly. He grunted in confusion.
"Still don't understand kissing, eh? Okay, let's get out of here. Take me somewhere nice, Mr. Sasquatch."
He seemed to understand the content, if not the detail, of what she was saying, and strode casually uphill, back toward her cabin. As the humidity died off and the bugs became scarcer, he finally slowed down, setting her gently onto her feet.
"Thank you," she said, doing a little curtsy for him. He put a hand on her shoulder now, just as he had the night before. She didn't fully understand his gestures, either, but gladly reciprocated. Pleasantries out of the way, he moved his hand down, exploring her shirt. He seemed not to fully grasp what this strange thing covering her was. He was pulling at it, pinching it, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Let me help you with that," she said, shrugging out of the shirt altogether. He gave a low grunt. She thought it sounded admiring, like a contented sigh. He dropped down onto his knees, lowering his face to the level of Kate's breasts. He was sniffing at them excitedly, his nose tickling her bare skin. "You like how I smell?" she asked.
He licked her shoulder and recoiled. He must have tasted the bug spray, she realized. But she had only applied that where her skin would be exposed while in the marsh, and her breasts were free of it. Kate put her hands on either side of his head and drew him, gently, back to the middle of her cleavage. He licked her nipple now, and she moaned unexpectedly at the feel of his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, that's nice." She lay back against the side of the hill, letting him move on top of her, feeling his heavy, hairy body. He continued to lick at her breasts as she ran her fingers through the downy hair on his head. She wasn't sure he even regarded this as sexual until he stood up, and she saw his intense erection. He put his hands on her hips, and started to try to cajole her into position for doggie-style.
"No," she said, brushing his hand away. "I'm still sore from last night." He looked confused, like he didn't fully understand her reasoning, but he didn't try to push her any further.
Despite her soreness, Kate still wanted to do something with him. Now would be as good a time as any to try to collect another sperm sample, perhaps by hand? That idea appealed to her greatly, jacking him off. and she reached a hand out and laid it gently on his shaft. Her lover gave a rumble of arousal, and she moved onto her knees in front of him, putting both hands on him now, and began to slowly pump him up and down. He gave an approving grunt.
Kate was a girl who believed firmly that sex was sex. Oral, fingering, handjobs, titty-fucking, and things like that could stand fine on their own, could be more than just build-up to penetration.
Now that his cock was hanging directly in front of Kate's face, she was stunned again by how well-endowed he was. It was like a full salami between his legs, and she was amazed she'd been able to take his full length up her pussy the night before. She laughed just thinking about it, about the whole situation.
"You've got a very nice cock, Mr. Sasquatch," she purred to him. She knew she'd never be able to fit him into her mouth, but she moved her lips as far along him as she could comfortably go. She'd underestimated his girth, however, and found the hardest part to be opening her mouth wide enough. Still, the spicy taste - as well as the knowledge that she was blowing Bigfoot - was worth it.
He seemed to sense that this was different than the penetrative fucking of the night before, and moved his hips very slowly, gently, making sure he could breathe, that he didn't hurt her. Most human guys she'd been with hadn't been nearly so considerate, she realized.
She had basically just the tip in her mouth now, which she licked and sucked desperately, and her hands along the length of the shaft, working it up and down. Finally, her jaw muscles needed a break and she pulled him out now, working him exclusively by hand. He moved his own hand onto the back of her head, not to hold her in place so much as for the simple skin-to-skin contact. His hand was like a catcher's mitt in terms of size, and while his thumb stroked her thick brown hair, she felt his fingers affectionately caressing her cheek. She leaned into it, rubbing her face against his soft palm.
She wanted to feel him between her breasts now. She moved up a little higher, guiding his cock to her cleavage, and letting him push up between her large, pillowy mounds. That entire area was still glistening and slippery from his tongue and his lubricating saliva, and he moved across her skin with an easy glide. She looked up at him, making eye contact, smiling up at him, radiant with her dimples and big brown eyes shining as he titty-fucked her. She loved his cheekbones, his wide toothy grin, his commanding jawline and pulp-hero chin.
"You're so handsome, Mr. Sasquatch," she purred.
He must have understood that this was different for her than last night and that she wasn't up for another marathon fuck session, and so he didn't last as long this time. She could tell when his orgasm was approaching, when his knees started to falter a little, his eyes started to glaze, and his immense cock moved more rapidly between her tits. She reached a free hand down and unhooked her cargo pants, not wanting to stain them with his copious semen, letting the loose pants fall to the ground, and wriggling out of her underwear. It was bunched down around her knees now, and she felt the sun against her legs, her bum, and her back, all bare in the morning light.
"Come on me, Mr. Sasquatch," she whispered. "All over my tits."
He hooted in pleasure, and obeyed, jets of sticky white cream shooting from his cock. Kate squealed as the first blast hit her neck and chin, but he had more to offer. Gout after gout of cum covered her chest and face. She was amazed how long he was going. She put her lips on him again, letting the last few bursts shoot right into her mouth. She angled it so that it hit the roof of her mouth, avoiding her gag reflex, so she could really taste him. She loved his taste.
Finally, when it became clear he had nothing more to give, she withdrew him from her greedy mouth, letting him sleepily collapse onto the hillside, gazing affectionately into her big brown eyes. He ruffled the hair on her head with an enormous hand, and she giggled.
Kate lay on her back, her face and torso covered in Sasquatch cum. She took a moment to collect her thoughts and appreciate his post-orgasmic glow, before fishing a small collecting jar out from her pants pocket. She scooped a handful of him off her chest and deposited it in the jar, sealing it tight.
"I need to go back to my cottage now, Mr. Sasquatch," she said. "I have to drop this off, and then I really need to take a shower. Look at me; I'm a mess!" He seemed to understand at least the gist of what she was saying, and stumbled to his feet, still a little jelly-kneed, but he helped her up easily. She stepped out of her pants and undies altogether now, completely naked save for her hiking boots and socks, dragging the clothes behind her in her hand. Her other hand, she slipped into his and they walked back to the cottage together.
When she emerged from the cottage, she had put her socks and boots back on but that was it, aside from a shoulder bag containing her phone and a few strips of dried fruit.
