Sasquatched

The following is a fun bit of wild woods fantasy, and my submission to the 2025 National Nude Day story contest. My second foray into Nonhuman, so read on for a step out of reality, and if it pleases you, I would appreciate your vote and/or comment.

A special Thank You to Comentarista82, for wonderful suggestions and editing skills, helping to bring out the best of this story.

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Taking a deep breath of the rich earthy air around her, the solo hiker settled into a smooth hip-swaying rhythm as she walked down the well-traveled forest avenue. She finished tugging her straight strawberry blonde hair into a ponytail then hooked her thumbs behind the straps of her backpack. The early morning had that pleasantly crisp edge to it and she was looking forward to disappearing into the woods for a while before it heated up and got muggy.

The parking lot had been nearly empty, with the only other vehicle a ranger truck. He had prepared to head out as she started hiking in, probably going to the main lodge a couple miles down the road. So she absorbed the natural music of the woods with no others around for miles, enjoying the mix of fragrances with all the early summer blooms along the dew-damp trail. Hiking in the Pisgah National Forest was one of her favorite ways to recharge after long days working retail. As she began her hike she let herself think over the stresses that had pushed her to seek out a much longer hike than usual, a new-to-her trail she'd not explored yet that ran deep into the forest to end at a waterfall.

Rare days were tolerable working for a big chain store, but many of her shifts had become endless parades of angry customers who are "always right" but usually wrong, supervisors who catered to the sale even if it belittled the employee, and greasy pizza in place of a raise. She usually ran a register while on the clock, so she interacted with a lot of the customers when they were done shopping rather than working the floor and helping people find items. That interaction sufficed, since many were short on patience by the time they were in her line, and too many blamed her for the rising costs.

Yesterday's double shift tested her patience to the extreme, when on top of all the Karen attitudes and lecherous old men making creepy comments, she had to deal with a co-worker who constantly bragged or complained about her love life. She heard about how the current boyfriend brought flowers to their last date, how he was so sweet at the family gathering, and how he was decently equipped for their bedroom fun. Already an annoying scenario but made extra testing when your own love life was nonexistent, except for the battery-operated boyfriend.

She tried bars, only to find pampered playboys who thought they were God's gift to women, but feared scuffing their manicures. The last "relationship" she had, if you would want to call it such, had left her so unsatisfied. He talked a good talk, treated her well on dates, and after a little while she decided to give him a chance at taking it further.

However, when they made it to the bedroom and he skimmed over her pleasure, was quick to get his, though she hardly felt anything, and leaving with her barely stirred up. She tried to excuse it as his nerves or over-excitement. Since he was such a nice guy she decided to give him another chance when he asked her to dinner the next weekend. That next date was a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant, complete with salad, pasta, and breadsticks, then continued with dessert at her place when she offered homemade brownies and vanilla ice cream.

They ended up on the couch chatting, then cuddling led to petting and kissing; when it started leading to more, he got uncomfortable about being in the living room, insisting they go to the bedroom. She shrugged, stood and led them there, tried to set them up for fun at the foot of her bed, but he again insisted that she lay flat. Pretty much losing the mood she was in, she almost called it off but thought maybe he had something special in mind, so decided to try to make the best of it, and moved to where he wanted her to resume petting.

He gave her body a little more attention this time, squeezing her breasts and fumbling at fondling her pussy, but still only enough to attain his pleasure. Without attending to her needs, he quickly entered her, came after a few strokes, then rested on her for a moment before pulling out to dispose of the condom. Again... leaving her wanting.

With a sigh she dressed and once he dressed as well, she hinted she had to get up early so he should go. He was easily guided out the door, leaving with a chaste kiss, and without looking back. Shaking her head she decided that whatever that was, it was over. He was a nice guy who was likely to be a wonderful husband for some virgin, but she had no interest in teaching him how to be a man.

She avoided setting a third date with work excuses, then a couple days later texted him to wish him the best with the whole "it's me, not you" parting line. Trying to ease the blow to his ego so he could move on quicker, though his lack of quality equipment as well as his operator errors factored in. The biggest reason: their connection lacked spice. She manifested such a confident and dominant personality at work that she needed someone who would take over and allow her to be the softer submissive with no coaching from her. She didn't want to have to think about every little detail--but rather go with the flow and enjoy the moment.

After that she resolved to pay money for her boyfriends, either having them shipped to her in discreet boxes, or shopping for her toys in person. Experimenting with these showed her that she liked being filled completely--girth mattered greatly for her pleasure. Once she figured that out, she had fun with herself, but felt doomed about finding a partner, since all the men she had met so far lacked in that area. She could enjoy the usual package, and with her kegels she ensured he was satisfied, but she could never reach a full orgasm by penetration alone.

Another straw life was throwing at her was in the form of a fickle roommate who last month had enough of adult life, suddenly packed up her things and left the week before rent was due to get her room back at her parent's place. The quiet house and lack of social life had let her slide into a major life rut of sleep, eat the simplest things to get her by, work, and repeat. She had to find somewhere to move to that she could afford by herself and had already given the landlord a notice. Deciding to live out of her car if she had to, she had already started selling off or donating any extra stuff she felt she could do without.

While mundane life was doing its best to depress her, she needed to find some satisfaction in her existence, other than playing with her varied toys. She was not about to adopt an animal since she was living paycheck-to-paycheck already, so she returned to nature and hiking as a free way to de-stress. Specifically making time every other week to go to one of many local natural areas, parks or protected forests, and just spend time soaking up the sounds and smells of nature.

She believed and embraced Forest bathing, an ancient Japanese belief known as Shinrin-yoku, where one deliberately spends time focusing on nature in a meditative way. Allowing yourself to be in a natural space for any amount of time, the longer the better, but while there you are really using your senses to take in the natural world around you. How the bark or grass feels, the scent of wet earth or blooming flowers, the creek gurgling and the wind's caress. Really letting yourself set aside everything weighing you down.

It sounded a little silly when she first learned about it, but she always remembered enjoying the time she had spent in the woods as a child, and once she started to give herself that regular reconnection with nature, she had to admit that it was helping her in her adult life too. She felt more balanced, less stressed, and more confident with herself, and with trying new experiences.

Another thing she did to find small joys in life was to look up odd national holidays each day with her breakfast and find something fun to do for that holiday. Today happened to be National Nude Day, and while she had never tried any public nudity, what woman has never thought about flashing a big-rig driver on the highway? She decided to find a way to work in celebrating the holiday into her Forest Bathing, bringing a lightweight blanket in her backpack so when she got to the waterfall she could lay out in the nude. She had also worn a button-up shirt with a front-catch bra so she could expose her skin and still have fabric under her backpack straps, for at least the hike in.

As she walked deeper into the woods, she finished sliding the last button of her thin flannel through its buttonhole, letting the breeze play with her shirt edges as she unhooked her bra's center catch. Tucking that fabric behind her back, she tugged her shirt into a comfortable drape then relaxed into her walk, letting her arms swing in time with her steps as her freed breasts swayed with their own rhythm. The wind flowing around her brushed the fabric of her shirt against her bare bosom, and its slight chill had her nipples slowly puckering from the gentle gusts. Even knowing there was no other person on the trail before her, she felt an excited thrill trip through her body with the open exposure of her skin.

After working up a decent sweat, she was really enjoying the air around her. Just as she started to hear running water, she came to an area that looked like a random set of crossroads among the laurel bushes with all the thin animal trails bisecting the groomed path she followed. Slowing her pace as she caught a slight hint of something new and different on the breeze, she started looking for flowers. The rich, musky scent smelled like a blend of Old Spice and Curves for Men on a lumberjack, so good to her that she stopped on the trail.

Extremely curious about the source, she paused and turned her face into the wind to inhale deeply, loading her senses with this unique aroma. She had to discover what was creating such an enticing fragrance, so with a final look down the well-worn trail, she stepped off onto a smaller deer path that meandered between the trees and bushes. When some small branches slapped her in the breast, she winced at the slight sting and pushed on, but after a sharper slap centered one of her pink areolas, she decided to button her shirt over her bare bust for now, leaving her bra trapped behind her so she could easily expose herself once she returned to the main trail.

After a few minutes' trek into the thick underbrush, the delicious smell intensified and when she took another deep breath to savor it she felt a heat pulse low in her body. Rolling her eyes at herself, she muttered about it being so long since she got any action that smells in the woods were turning her on. Then giggling at the fact she was chasing said smell through said woods, she turned to head back and realized that she was lost. There had been a trail she followed she could almost swear on it--but now she saw no evidence of anything but thick trees and bushes.

The breeze picked up again, bringing her a stronger whiff of that heady and spicy musk, and after a deep calming breath she decided she should see where it was coming from before finding the main trail, so she turned to follow it. Stepping around a large rock outcropping, she found a small clear space with laurel bushes along the edge. The smell seemed to be really strong from one of those bushes on the far side, so she stepped out from the trees and onto the soft mossy ground. Once she made it to the middle of the small open area, she slowed and stopped, as she spotted something on the edge of the shrubs. Through the branches it looked like a large, dark-colored shaggy dog.

Just as she eased backwards the dark shape suddenly stood up. She jumped and all sound pinched off in her throat as it towered well over her 5'7" frame. Fear froze her body, then in surprise, she gulped air into her lungs when she spotted a human-like face looking back. That enticing smell she tracked now surrounded her, flowing from the large, hairy body before her. This time when the intoxicating aroma hit her, her core reacted stronger than moments before. As that rush flooded her system, she spotted the nostrils on the massive creature flaring as it breathed deeply, with a hunger blazing in its eyes.

As it reached out towards her, she felt a panic attack flaring inside, but before she could make her body turn and run, her vision grayed around the edges. She had just enough time to think, "Of course this is how I die, fainting in front of a huge wild animal," as she fainted on the clearing's mossy ground.

Cautiously stepping up beside the fallen woman, the sasquatch crouched over her body and suspiciously nudged her. When she didn't respond, he lifted a lock of her hair to sniff. Liking what he smelled, he buried his nose against her neck to inhale her unique scent, filling his lungs with the aroma of her fresh skin laced with a hint of her aroused musk.

Growling excitedly, he lifted the woman's limp body into his arms, catching the straps of her backpack with his fingers as it started to slide free. Cradling her against his solid and hairy chest, he adjusted her weight then set out across the countryside, moving swiftly and silently through the woods. When he reached his secluded stacked-rock lair moments later, he eased through the entrance with his precious cargo which was stirring. Dropping her bag along the wall, he gently placed her on his bedding of woven blankets, tanned furs and stuffings, then he scrutinized his find as he knelt beside her.

With the diffused light from the open window spaces, he began inspecting the smaller creature before him. His eyes darted over her figure, taking in the female's pale hair held in a messy tail behind her head, soft facial features with long lashes resting above her cheeks, her full lips and her slightly open mouth. Her sturdy frame with pleasantly wide hips and thick thighs inspired a deep breath as he appreciated her covered body. From the stories of the bald humans, and his glances from afar, he had expected them a bit uglier than this enticing creature.

Her scent tantalized him and her hairless body fascinated him. Lifting one of her arms, he looked closely and the peach-down fuzz on parts of her skin amused him. Holding her hand, he rubbed his cheek and lips over the soft skin on the back of her hand then up into the soft down on her arm, enjoying the velvet touch against his lips. While he was holding the human's hand, he felt small twitches in her fingers as she began to regain consciousness, so he tilted his face to watch hers as he continued to tease his skin with the baby-fine hairs of her arm.

Slowly stirring as she fought back from the brain fog, the woman took a couple deeper breaths and gently smiled at the now-familiar musk and woodsy scent surrounding her. As she registered soft fur brushing against her skin, her smile faded to soft confusion. Trying to figure out why she had a dog rubbing against her arm as her mind sluggishly cleared, she attempted to pull her hand away, though all she could manage was a feeble tug against the strength holding her. Concentrating on opening her eyes, she managed, but all she could see was shaggy, dark-brown fur towering over her before she got the blur to fade. She focused on the immense hand holding hers and how it nearly swallowed it. The fingers were large but shapely, dark, honey-brown colored skin with rich brown hair dusting the knuckles, thickening on the back of the hand and becoming more of a pelt as she looked up the arm before her.

Turning her still hazy attention to the face she could now see turned towards her, still being rubbed against her skin, she took in the slightly oversized, humanesque, and masculine features that focused on her pale arm. His large, dark hazel eyes were set under a slightly heavy brow with a wide nose above full facial hair that blended into a shaggy fur covering the rest of him. It was all the same dark mahogany with random white hairs scattered throughout. Depending on where, it varied from a couple inches to a shag long enough to bury her hands in. He had that sun-kissed tan everywhere his skin was exposed, a wide mouth with a large lower lip, which he slowly rubbed along the back of her arm before catching on the sleeve of her thin flannel where it was rolled to her elbows.

Her heart jumped when his warm, dark eyes shifted and met her pale blue ones as his hand lowered, allowing her arm to lay across her hip, and his large fingers started fidgeting with the bottom shirt hem. Curiosity crossed his face as he looked down at his hand, and started investigating the layers. Lifting the fabric, his face showed her pale and practically hairless skin he found under it captivated him. Trailing the fingers of his other hand over her exposed flesh while he tugged her shirt upward, he leaned in to breathe in her scent. Then ever so softly, he dragged his lips and cheek across her body while tickling her with his silky fur.

A shiver and a rush of heat flashed through her, that didn't restore strength to her limbs; she could only manage weak resistance as her hands found his furry arms. When the fabric bunching up at her ribs got in his way, he leaned up and gripped either side of her shirt, easily pulling it out of his way. Seeing her shirt buttons go flying, freeing her breasts to bounce in the cool air as the creature tugged on the fabric, should have stirred terror. Not worrying for her safety, she felt strangely safe with him, but lust strongly started twisting through her.

She began to feel she could move again, but didn't want to. Instead she wanted to lay there and soak in his fur's silky texture as it trailed across her skin. Closing her eyes for a moment, she breathed deeply trying to center herself, and got another rich lung-full of his aroma that sent a fresh rush pulsing through her. His large hands distracted her by fondling her breasts, massaging the globes, fingers tightening around her pebbled nipples as he grunted approval while she tried not to moan from the spike of pleasure she felt.

Unsure if it was due to his delicious pheromones surrounding her or because of the panic attack and fainting earlier, the sense of danger with the whole situation should have her screaming, and that she kept looking for, but didn't materialize. When she opened her eyes and looked at his hands on her body, she could see thick, strong fingers moving gently against her skin and could not stop thinking where she might like him to explore. After a shocked pause, she imagined more, so extra heat coursed through her. She felt her core throb, and the creature suddenly stopped exploring her. He sniffed before lowering his head to hover over her crotch, even while maintaining pinching her nipples, then inhaled deeply as he released, sliding his hands down her sides.

Tucking his large fingers behind the waistband of her pants, he carefully tugged and it pleased him finding more pale skin. As he continued to slowly pull, she was thankful she had grabbed a pair with an elastic waistband. He again gently slid his face back and forth over her skin as he exposed it, while she tried reasoning with herself and ignored the sensations running through her. She shouldn't like this nor allow it to continue, as she should try to escape and save herself. However, she lifted her hips to allow her pants to slide past her butt.

Kicking her tennis shoes off as he continued to gradually pull the cloth down her legs, it finally tugged free and she was left laying there with one of her socks on, her underwear in place, and her shirt and bra loosely draped around her shoulders and under her. As he had shifted to remove her pants, she thought she saw something peek out of the pelt at his thighs, but fur and his leg concealed it when he crouched next to the large bed pad.

Taking another deep breath as he grabbed one of her ankles, she decided to let herself enjoy the delicious pulses rippling through her as he pulled her towards him. Watching him slowly slide his lips and furry cheek from her ankle and up along the inside of her leg, each inch building desire as it began to scamper through her in waves. He shifted, climbing onto the bed as he pushed higher along her leg, and that caused his heavy penis to swing forward, nearly revealing itself for a moment before it settled against his legs. Her eyes widened as the fur settled, now hiding all but the large mushroom-shaped tip. This creature was very proportionate, and seemed very well endowed.

A strong jolt inundated her, musing thankful some of her favorite toys were large since she loved feeling stretched and full. She doubted she could stop him, even if she really wanted, and that thought increased the thrill teasing her. He had nearly reached the apex of her thighs when a new pulse throbbed in her core, and he slowed his approach but did not stop sliding closer to her damp panties as he breathed in again.

She felt the cool air being drawn over her heated skin as he gently pressed his nose against the soaked gusset of her underwear, then felt the heat as that breath released in a low rumbling growl/purr. That electrified her skin, which intensified as she felt his fingers hook around the last piece of fabric between them, grazing her fevered skin. With a quick yet controlled jerk he separated the damp material, leaving it hanging around her waist which he frowned at before gently ripping that ring and pulling it completely off.

Paying no attention he tossed the ruined garment aside as he lifted her leg-- this time by a hand behind her knee and this lifted her butt off the bedding. He slid his other one underneath to support her with his fingers across her lower back. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he lowered his face to press his nose against her patch of groomed fuzz at the apex of her thighs. He sought out her pussy lips, rubbing his face against her as he inhaled, while she whimpered.

Unable to hold back, she rocked her hips, pressing her body against his face. Her moan increased to a gasped "Yes!" as he sank his tongue inside. Growling approval vibrated through her body, he shifted his hands to hold her hips and braced her as he now lapped her juices, cleaning everything that leaked out so far, then delving his tongue deep inside to draw out more. When he pushed into her, her hips bucked against him, the fur on his chin cushioning her ass as he continued sucking every tasty drop he could extract.

With her hips held high, it left her back angled over his thighs, shoulders against his legs, and her head cradled between his knees. Sinking her hands into the fur on his thighs while his mouth short-circuited her mind, she enjoyed the pleasure swamping her. When he found her clit and ran over it, that caused her hips to buck harder, crushing her body against his face, making him rumble happily.

He pulled back slightly, looking over her pussy with a hooded focus before shifting his hold to balance her in one hand as he used one large finger to trace her flushed secret lips, gently discovering each layer as he stroked them to open her flower. Now that he fully exposed her channel and she whimpered with desire, he traced his finger around her opening, coating his digit with her cream as another pulse rocked her core.

Seeing that throb honed his focus and he slowly pressed into her hot tunnel, grinning as she moaned wantonly. Drawing back his hand, he added a finger and pressed the pair into her pulsing sheath, a louder moan rewarding him, so he added a third finger and slowly yet firmly pressed inside. This time she opened her mouth, her body arched, small fingers tightly gripping the pelt on his thighs as no sound escaped her. She rocked her hips towards him, helping to bury his fingers deep inside her. New trembling rushed through her pussy, pulsing around his fingers, her juices running over his hand, and so he growled happily, lowering his head to lap it all up again.

Craving a shaft to complete her orgasm, she began sliding her hands together behind her body, searching for that massive cock she glimpsed earlier, trying to not get distracted by his relentless and skilled oral assault. When her fingers found his smooth penis nestled in his silky fur and brushed against his shaft, it jumped towards her from where it stiffly dangled between his legs. His mouth slowed but did not stop as she worked to wrap her fingers under it, lifting the impressive weight and having the velvet crown smack against her back.

Maneuvering her hands to stroke the length she could reach, his girth and firmness impressed her. Her fingers almost met her thumb when she squeezed, and the cap was wedge-shaped with a narrower tip than the back of the crown, which flared slightly wider than his thick shaft. His growling purr returned, vibrating against her pussy and causing her to lose her focus as her hips twitched, grinding against his busy mouth. Firmly gripping his shaft just below the huge mushroom head with one hand, she ran the other over his cockhead, first circling it, then running from the lower crease to trace the divided point, finding a slick bead building on the tip that she used for lube.

His purr shifted to a deeper growl as he lowered her body from his face, she quickly raised his cock to slide it between her ass cheeks, across pussy lips covered by her slippery juices still oozing from her vagina. It seemed that pleased him as he moved his hold to place her legs around his waist, and spent time stroking his rod with her body, spreading her lube all over it. She reached forward to stroke his crown when it pushed into view, while also spreading her lips and rocking her hips against his shaft.

Tipping forward, she angled her hips to catch his cock against her pussy, his blunt wedge pressing against her sheath, but its size wedged in tightly. He gripped her hips tighter and with a rumbling growl, he slowly yet firmly pulled her tighter against him, pressing his large dick into her willing body. He was the biggest thing she ever tried and for a moment fear flashed through her when she felt how tight their fit was as he pushed. She rolled her hips to help ease him inside, then his massive cap popped past her tight vaginal ring. Her body bucked and she could feel the glorious fullness as he paused, his breath brushing over her skin.

She decided she was ready for more, hooked her heels against his back, set her hands against the bedding, and pushed while tightening her legs around him. The feeling that rocketed through her system as his girth completely stretched her to an exquisite pressure dropped her head and opened her mouth. With small rocking pumps, he pressed even further inside, until he had more than half his length buried, before sliding her up to draw his shaft out of her. When the thick ridge of his cock head pulled against her tight pussy ring and made her protest, he grunted and with a smile pressed back into her, her lubrication allowing him to give her a few more inches.

She loved how full she felt each time he pushed, but knew she had a little more to go, so on his next plunge she bucked hard to fully impale herself. His cockhead pressed against her inner walls, and her pussy lips pressed against his fur as her channel clenched his girth. She rolled her hips, emitting a loud moan, massaging their bodies where they connected, and he expelled a growling moan as he closed his eyes and savored the feeling.

He suddenly shifted to press her shoulders against the bedding, beginning to slowly pump into her. He drew her juices out as his massive member withdrew, almost suctioning them, before pressing that cream out between them as he plunged back into her. They surrendered to the sensations as his pace increased with every few strokes until he bucked against her, leaving no coherent thought in her head as she centered on the unbelievable waves of pleasure that buffeted her.

Feeling his huge crown tugging at her entrance, she let out a small cry as it pulled free with an audible pop, but before she processed what happened, he spun her to land on her hands and knees on the bedding. His large hands gripped her ample hips, grinding against her before reaching to remove the remains of her shirt with her bra. Now she was naked except for that single sock, but that thought fled as she was tugged backwards to the bed's edge, and felt his cock pressing against her pussy again. This time he entered her a little harder, driving his well-lubed shaft into her hot sheath with a satisfied growl.

When the cap popped into her she moaned, and as it quickly sunk deeper her volume increased to a primal yell when he bottomed out in this more open position. She gasped as he paused, fingers tightly gripping her hips, her body firmly clenching his shaft with pulses that milked him. With a deep growl he withdrew himself to that tight ring, then began rhythmically thrusting into her, fully stroking as his fur slapped her ass and the back of her thighs.

Now that his strength drove their motion, she could savor the ride. So she used her arms and tilted her hips to adjust the angle, sometimes allowing easy, deep strokes as he pounded her, or to constrict her vagina around him as he slowed to allow them to feel every inch of his penetration.

Lowering herself onto her elbows as he thrust more forcefully, driving his full length into her, she felt that glorious clench deep that exploded like fireworks in her brain. With a loud, lusty scream, she creamed so hard and bucked to meet him, that it pulled him over that crest as well. He pressed hard into her as his shaft swelled even further, completely stretching her vagina to its fullest and locking their bodies together.

As that firm thickness pressed against her inner walls and rocked into her as he continued to pump his hips, she arched her back and let out a silent animalistic scream when the most powerful orgasm ever rocked her. He reached forward and gripped her hair close to her head, pulling back slightly to adjust her angle just as his cock exploded deep inside her, so forcefully that she could feel the thick hot gush jetting against her deepest point. Another tremor rocked her body as her orgasm continued rolling, her pussy pulsating around his still-ejaculating cock. As his thick cum overfilled her and started squeezing past their joining, he slowly pumped his hips into her more. He extended her bliss as her body twitched, while packing his seed deep inside her.

Once she started calming and what strength she had seeped out of her, he splayed one large hand over her stomach and pinned her up against him so he could lift her, shifting them up to lay in the center of the mat. She flexed her hips forward as she tried finding a comfortable position, feeling the tug of his penis, still flared and locked deep inside her vagina. That cock knot of his rubbed against her special spot, and she could not believe she trembled with another flush of pleasure as she collapsed on her side and tried to get her breathing to slow.

He noticed her shiver, and by flexing his hips, he rocked his penis into her again, deliberately grinding his still-engorged member inside. Taking a deep breath of her hair as she arched against him with a moan, he exhaled a deep purr before anchoring her hips with his hands and with a few quick pumps, caused her pussy to quake and cum again.

"Mine" she heard him growl softly as her vagina pulsed around his thick shaft, while he continued gently flexing into her willing body. With a deep breath of his rich aroma mixed with the unique smell of their coupling, she smiled contentedly as her exhaustion drew her into post-sex oblivion.

When she stirred again later, he had adjusted his position and his penis finally exited her body. As he rocked his hips gently, stroking his shaft while massaging her heated core, he slowly withdrew his length from her well-fucked vagina. Feeling the slight vacuum as his massive size ever so slowly withdrew, she freely moaned when his cockhead caught briefly at her tight ring before audibly popping free.

She groaned contentedly as she rolled her hips then stretched her arms above her head in a full body stretch, with her feet reaching the other direction, enjoying the silky feeling of his pelt against her back. The sasquatch leaned in to take a deep stiff of her hair, so she lowered her hand to rest it against the side of his face, stroking his soft fur for a moment.

In that quiet moment a sound registered to her, and she looked around the cave space. It was a tall, wide cavern with what looked like a narrow passway on one side and to the other was stacked rock framing open windows and a wide open door. Looking out, she could see a small clearing with a creek along the far side. Her curiosity piqued, she glanced over her shoulder at the sasquatch who was silently observing her and got an encouraging nod. Rising from his bed she spied her backpack near a wall, went to it to draw her blanket out and swirled it over her shoulders before walking out into the dappled light from the tree canopy.

As she stepped clear of the stone shelter she could see the little creek flowed from a small pool that had a tall, narrow waterfall dropping into it. She could hear a louder roar not far in the distance of what must have been the waterfall she had been planning to hike to. That reminded her of her plan to celebrate National Nude Day with nude sunbathing at the waterfall, and here she was, completely naked under her blanket. Just at that moment her ravisher stepped out of the shadows, slowly and cautiously approaching her.

His scent drifted to her again, and while it was still delicious, it didn't quite have the same intoxicating effect. However, thinking about their exploits did fire that delicious clinch and flush through her body. In her previous personal toy play, she knew she enjoyed sitting on her larger pieces and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that some nude open-air riding would be a wonderful way to honor the day instead of just nude sunbathing.

Going with her impulses, she walked closer to the edge of the natural pool, then swirled the blanket from her shoulders, getting a slight shiver as air flowed over her skin. She heard an approving grunt from behind as she bent over to spread the fabric on the ground, then he was suddenly behind her without making a sound. Bending over to set his nose against her neck and brushing her naked skin with his fur sent another thrill through her, especially as his large hands easily cupped her rib cage so his fingers could pluck at her nipples while pulling her body back to press it against his.

Rolling her head back on his shoulder and pressing his hands against her body, she enjoyed the sensations for a moment, then slowly turned in his embrace. Cupping his face with her hands, she looked into his intelligent brown eyes quickly before leaning in to press her lips to his. Both their eyes remained open as she slowly moved her mouth and massaged his lips with her own, then she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed as she ran her tongue along the inside of his lower lip which inspired him to open his mouth as he sucked air into his lungs.

She tasted her own flavors, as well as a minty undertone from whatever his last snack must have been. Cautiously testing his reaction to a deeper kiss, she pushed her tongue further to tentatively brush against his. That contact froze him briefly before he returned the gentle caress with his own tongue. Apparently deciding he liked this type of affection, he took control as he cupped her head with one hand and pressed her body against his with his other as he straightened his spine and knees, lifting her entirely off the ground effortlessly.

Wrapping her arms around his thick neck to try and anchor herself as she melted against him, he showed how quickly he learned and kissed her as if claiming her soul. Feeling the world spin before fabric was pressed against her back, it took her a moment to realize he laid her down on the blanket she spread on the ground. Briefly protesting, she pushed against him and had him quickly checking her over with a concerned look. She smiled, realizing he thought he'd hurt her, and stroked his shoulder to reassure him. Then pushing on that shoulder and pulling on his other arm, she communicated she wanted him to lay on the blanket. He allowed this relatively diminutive woman to guide his much larger fur-dressed form into the position she wanted.

Once he reclined on the gently sloped ground, she crouched next to his hips and began stroking his body, running her finger through his thick and clean fur. Sometimes brushing over the surface, sometimes delving her fingers deeply into it to stroke her finger tips against his silky, soft skin. She played over his chest, exploring his hidden, yet well-defined pecs, finding and rolling his pebbled nipples between her fingers while watching his gaze heat as he tried to remain still.

Presenting him a small smile, she bit her lower lip as she moved her hands lower, sliding them over his rippled stomach and lower, making his breath hitch for a moment as she skimmed dangerously close to his hot spot before that breath blew out as she split her touch to slide one hand down each thigh. Circling his knees, she trailed her hands back up his legs and as she returned to his hips, she leaned over to brace herself against him before swinging a leg over his. At that move his head lifted sharply to watch her as she froze for a moment, straddling his thick furry thighs above his knees, hands slowly stroking him at his hips, her skin glowing in the dappled sun.

Emboldened by his gaze and stillness, she locked her eyes on his face as her hands trailed towards each other, meeting on either side of his thick penis. Working her hands through his fur to contact the hot, bare skin of his shaft, she felt it jump at her touch and with a smile she released her lower lip then looked down at what she was doing. Adding more pressure, she sandwiched his cock between her hands, giving it one good stroke and felt a strong pulse inside it as it thickened and lifted to brush against her bum. Lacing her fingers together under his heavy shaft to give her more leverage with her squeeze, she then tightened her grip on him and lifted his pulsing member to press against her hot flesh.

His eyebrow jumped momentarily before his eyes drifted closed, and starting to purr, he tipped his head back as she started rocking her hips, massaging his penis with her pussy as her body primed itself for the anticipated intrusion. Tightening her hold around his shaft a little more, she trapped the next pulse in his cock and lifted herself enough to stand it proudly upright. His shaft was slightly paler than his skin while the mushroom cap had a rosy hue and on the tip, a thick bead of precum was slowly welling up and rolling towards the lower cleft.

Suddenly she leaned in and set her tongue flat against that inverted V, not having to lean over very far, then slowly licked up and over his urethra. His purr cut off and his breath sucked in hard as he grabbed fistfuls of the blanket on either side of his hips, snapping his eyes open to watch this beautiful human worshiping his body. Lifting her head to regard his throbbing cock firmly gripped in her hands, they both felt the pulse kick there as he watched her lick her lips over a fresh serving of clear liquid his body produced for her.

When she leaned forward this time, his attention caught on her swinging breasts for a moment, doubling the lustful kick his groin, and she made an appreciative hum as she smoothly pressed her lips against his cockhead, continuing to sink as much of it into her mouth in one go, stretching it wide. That caught him off guard and with a deep moan his hips bucked, pumping his cock up into her mouth, pressing against her throat for a moment and causing her to gag.

Pulling back enough to calm herself, she maintained her grip on his shaft, but shifted to a stacked hand position, still leaving a gap between her hand and his ridged cockhead standing free. This set her top hand on the thickness of his penis knot and the other just under it. Quickly recovering, she increased his surprised pleasure by plunging her mouth back down over his shaft, sliding her top hand with her mouth and burying his thickness as deep as she could before rolling her tongue along the underside of his shaft and swallowing.

Moaning louder, heard easily over their little waterfall, he shifted his hands to her shoulders as she gave one hard suck, slowly drawing her mouth up and off his penis with a wet pop as it finally pulled free. She let him have two breaths to savor that moment, and while his head was back and relaxed, she lifted herself to a low squat over his cock and on his third breath began lowering her hips, impaling herself on his thick rod.

Quickly pushing the wedge-shaped crown into her heat, she released a soft moan as that soft ridge popped into her vagina, then she slowed and with every inch she lowered, his chest rose a little until he hit max and she was still sinking. Rolling her hips to ease his massive size into her body, she had one hand bracing herself on his furry hip and the other was enjoying the feel of his thick-veined cock disappearing into her pussy. She knew she could take it from earlier on his bed, but actually feeling it pressing into her was so erotic.

His hands had dropped to her hips, more to anchor himself, as he let her work what she could into her smaller body. Pausing at one point, she set both her hands over his and began to do small bouncing squats, letting her head tilt back as she plunged him even deeper inside her core with each drop. His eyes fastened on her glorious hairless body, glistening with shiny beads of sweat, breasts lifting and falling with every thrust her body made, causing his body to swell and tip closer to orgasm, though he held himself back as hard as he could.

Their world had shrunk to the blanket, as waves of pleasure rolled over them with each gratifying drop of her hips. Suddenly her legs gave out and she dropped the last couple inches to fully seat herself on his shaft, both of them uttering loud moans with the incredibly full fit of their bodies. Just as he tightened his grip on her hips to take control, she gripped his wrists and started rocking her hips against his, grinding her clit against the base of his penis as her vagina started clenching around his shaft. His back arched as waves of pleasure rocketed through him, and he felt his knot begin to flare inside her body. She let out a loud orgasmic scream as her body bucked against his, feminine juices gushing from her pussy as it locked around his swelling shaft.

As her hot velvet grip milked his body, he gave into his primal urges, gripping her hips to hold her against him as he pumped up into her hard enough to bounce her breasts again. She let go of his wrists to grab a soft globe in each hand, pinching her own nipples and holding them against her chest as he continued to pound into her. His cock-knot had flared to its full size, again sealed against her inner walls, and pistoning inside her. With full control of their pace, he lifted his hips and used his arms to push and pull her body against his, fucking her with their conjoined bodies, sending her into a more powerful, full-body orgasm.

Crashing over that crest together, his hot cum exploded inside her, filling every crevasse it could before being forced past their joining by the power of his ejaculation. Locking her body in an arch, bare breasts pointing to the sky with her fingers gripping into the soft flesh, throat clenched around a silent primal scream of satisfaction. His own roar of fulfillment echoed in the forest as his hips bucked with the last few clenches of his body, forcing more of their mingled juices to squirt from her vagina and into the fur of his groin.

They both slowly relaxed onto the blanket, him on his back, her melted over his stomach and chest with her legs and arms draped to his sides. Her body still slowly pulsing around his as he occasionally flexed his hips to pack his seed deep inside her womb. Each time he did it, she emitted a soft moan or sated whimper, until she decided to play that game too, and rocked her hips down onto his in a slow, deep grind. She intended to tease him, but ended up getting both of them, as the pleasure that shot through their bodies had them both moaning and gripping each other.

"Mine." he said again, this time more as a statement of fact, as he wrapped his arms around her. She chuckled and snuggled against him with a soft cry when his cock-knot gave another strong pulse inside her. If it meant that she could celebrate Nude day every day like this, then she was more than happy to be claimed by her sasquatch.