Bigfoot’s Big Dick: Truth or Legend?

I’m sure you’ve heard the legend of Bigfoot, but have you heard about Bigfoot’s big dick?

 

You may have noticed I was away last week.  When I looked at the calendar, I realized I needed to get some more summer trips in before the weather changed.  So, I booked a tiny cabin up in the mountains.  And I was ready to have another wild weekend away!  Except this time, I decided to make it a solo trip.  What better way to meet new fuckable guys?  And have some special one-on-one time with my new vibrator.  I was so excited!  One friend joked that I was going to be so far off the grid that the only contact I would have would be with wild animals or Bigfoot.  But I assumed he was kidding.  Well, until I stopped off at a little mountain store near my cabin.  And heard the story of Bigfoot’s big dick.

“Bigfoot’s what?” you might ask.

You heard me:  Bigfoot’s big dick.  It was just a quick stop, or so I thought.  I ran in, grabbed a bottle of water, and went up to the counter.  There was an older man in a cowboy hat sitting on a stool by the register.  As he got to his feet, I noticed his eyes look me up and down.  Can’t say I blame him, I was just in a tiny pair of cutoff jean shorts and a crop top that was possibly a little too tight on me.  His eyes fixated on my under-boob.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing in these here mountains?” he asked, ringing up my drink.

“Oh, I rented a little cabin for the week,” I explained.  “Just a little solo getaway.”

A smirk came across his face.  “Not the Danielson cabin?  Up there on Old Rock Road?”  As I nodded, he continued.  “You gotta look out for Bigfoot up there.  And Bigfoot’s big dick!”  He began roaring with laughter.  “Legend says his cock is a monster!  And he loves using it on pretty girls in the woods!”  I tossed my money on the counter and ran back to the car.

He had to be joking about Bigfoot’s big dick.

I kept thinking about his words as I found my way to the cabin.  I wasn’t even sure I believed in Bigfoot, let alone Bigfoot’s big dick.  But why would he even mention it?  And why was it so funny?  After a few hours, it was the last thing on my mind.  I finished dinner, along with a bottle of wine, and I was ready to break in my new toy.  I stripped off all my clothes and climbed into the small bed.  Then I began teasing my clit with the tip of the vibrator before plunging it deep into my wet pussy and turning it on high.  It just took a few pumps before I came.  What can I say?  I’m a horny little thing!

As I rolled over ready to close my eyes, I thought of the old man again.  That look in his eye and that cackling laugh.  Was Bigfoot’s big dick really a thing?  The next thing I knew, I was sound asleep.  And I was having a naughty wet dream about getting fucked by a BBC when I woke up.  The dream felt so realistic, almost like there was a giant cock inside of me.  As I shook myself out of dreamland, I realized I wasn’t dreaming – there was a big dick fucking me from behind!  And it felt so good, I pushed myself back into it, feeling someone’s throbbing cock inside.  Or was it something?

I reached my hand back and felt thick fur under my fingertips.  Certainly, it wasn’t the old man fucking me.  And this cock was massive!  Was I really getting fucked by Bigfoot’s big dick right now?

Do you believe the legend?

 

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