Sasquatching The Beef
The second of a few daily stories I decided to write to see if I still knew what was horny.
John's face was almost broken around the painful girth of the Bigfoot's fat cock. His hand, ensconced int he Sasquatch's girthier, hairier hand, was forced to cradle the creature's large and leathery balls, feeling tense strings of veins and sinews beating threateningly under the surface. Loosee seminal fluid leaked from his lips. The beast growled, and another wave of the sticky-slick semen flooded his throat. John looked up to see the animal's eyes bearing down on him, another arm and hand extended to just behind him and forced his head deeper on the pillar that was nearly choking him.
"You suck me good and deep, then we are wedding-brothers," the beast announced.
All the places the beast's semen were covering his face were growing over layers of sticky, stinking fur. He hadn't wanted this. For a brief moment, he tried to scream for help, but his breath was drowned out by the tip of the Sasquatch's 11". He choked up half a pint of semen through his now-darkening, sensitive nose. His asshole felt suspiciously empty. His other free hand, formerly grasping the ground, found itself now being inserted into his needy asshole, knuckles and all. Jogmunðir, the Bigfoot, noticed this. With a wet pop, he freed his heavy cock from John's lips.
"Hairless wants getting fucked," he summarized, "you come with me!"
John's ball-fondling hand got jerked, and his body followed, and he was being led from the glen. Each heavy footfall from the Bigfoot in front of him brought sweaty death to innumerable sweetgum seeds and branches. A rank, vinegary scent followed him the entire way, and John could not tell whether he or the beast were the source. John's cock curled in his briefs, he felt harder than he'd ever been before, but nothing was happening to him other than bathing in the heady waves of Sasquatch musk. His shoes felt tight around his feet.
The beast led him under the mouth of a massive cave. Suddenly, John felt air beneath his feet. The beast was sitting, his lap and snakelike cock kissing the open air. Then, something heavy between John's clothed cheeks, and he was sat. His ass was then exposed to the naked air, a tear that grew with his half-hearted struggle against the Bigfoot's restraining thighs. As the beast's egregious cock began to fill him, his own oversized member popped free of its clothed holdings, and rested tentatively against his chest. John had never seen a dick this long, so oily, never but on the body of the Bigfoot. He extended a hand to it, but the beast gently pushed the hand down until it rested against his bush. The pubic hair covered at least an inch of his cock's base, grease and stink radiated off of it. The beast withdrew his dick and attempted to hilt it.
John felt warmth from his insides. His prostate sung. His huge hog now lifted from his chest, rising in time with his heartbeat, until it sat away from him and his stuffed asshole at an acute angle. He felt something rough on the surface and looked to see it being stroked by the Bigfoot's hand. Massive callouses graced each knuckle, and hair covered its entire back. Another hand on the back of his head, and John felt himself being drawn into a kiss. The beast's tongue invaded his mouth, drowning out his tastebuds with the flavors of cock and cum. John's cock felt heavy and his balls full – in another second, spurred on by the Bigfoot's heavy hands and his musky mouth, he came, covering the two with yellowed spurts of corruptive cum. John felt his thoughts permanently slowing down. The beast behind him grunted and growled into his mouth, and flooded his insides with sickly yellow-white.
In a puddle, outside, John met his reflection with disgust. Fur covered most of his body, his cock was an unhard 7", and small tusks poked from his lower lips. He was the Bigfoot's 'wedding-brother' now. His shoes burst open, revealing hair covered, fat feet, each knuckle dramatically swollen and capped with keratin-black nails. John tried to recall what made him feel so disgusted with himself, but it slipped his mind like the Bigfoot's greasy cock slipped into his horny asshole, which was now dripping that same Bigfoot's gross yellowed semen down his thighs and on the clearing's floor.
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Dave checked on John's phone with his computer – his friend wasn't meant to be gone for so long. The phone's last reported location was Sheer Drop cave, a place that was reportedly the last known location for tens of missing people. In a flash, he was out the door, running.
It smelled miserable, the cave. The scent of unwashed sweat and stale semen. Dave gagged, but kept walking. In the black cave shadow's, two circles of light at head height greeted him. A bear? He deployed his flashlight – and was shocked by the sight of three heavily muscled Bigfoots engaging in some kind of sex. The largest among them was sitting on the face of the smallest, who happily licked at his master's ass. Another was using his oversized foot to stroke off the smallest's schlong. They all stopped and stared at the intrusion of light into their dark home. Dave broke out into a run.
In a second, something heavy and bad-smelling was on his back, and he was knocked to the ground. The other two stepped in front of him, their nearly footlong cocks mere inches above the floor. The massive furry bulk on top of him panted and moaned into his ear, and something wet covered his back – semen, he thought. The two in front began to jerk their dicks, and Dave could see huge boluses of seed grossly distorting their urethras. They aimed their cocks and him and his back-passenger and his face was painted yellow-white. His thoughts slowed, and his fruitless struggling ceased. Fur instantly burst from all his facial pores, growing until it covered everything. Dave's cock broke free from his clothes, covering itself in oil and sweat before pressing against the floor. "Fuck meeagh," Dave groaned.
The largest Bigfoot presented his sweat-smelling cock to Dave's face, smearing it with pre-cum and sweat to Dave's pleasure; he couldn't help but start licking and kissing it with his swollen lips. Another went to Dave's pants, ripping them open with his claws and sliding his cock against Dave's ass. The last Bigfoot positioned his fat face against Dave's cock, huffing and sucking it while stroking his own. Dave slowly ripped and broke out of his clothes, his corrupted, bestial muscle growing larger as it was covered in Bigfoot cum. His engorged nipples began to leak a greenish white milk, earning a suck from the Bigfoot previously at his cock.
The three Bigfoots continued at it for some time, wresting multiple orgasms from Dave as he changed further to fit the three 'wedding-brothers'. His clothes were completely sheared off, ripped and torn to show his painfully engorged muscle and lengthened cock. Feet met greedy faces, which gleefully sucked down the musky contents on the surface of the feet's balls. Cocks entered assholes, mouths, armpits, and slid muskily along other cocks until both violently let their semen fly against faces and the cave floor. Soon it would be time to find another 'wedding-brother' to join the pack, and all sex would cease until they found the one human unfortunate enough to be set on by four horny, aggressive Bigfoots.