Growing up, Lisa had always has a fascination with the paranormal. She would watch every T.V. show, read any book and check out any website having to do with ghosts, U.F.O.s, psychic abilities and even the Chupacabra. She was, however, downright obsessed when it came to Bigfoot. Just imagining such a monsterous man-like beast existed didn’t just excite Lisa . . . It made her hot and soaking wet. She could just imagine the size of its massive cock . . . And had in fact done just that sometimes in the shower or alone in her dorm room, fucking herself with various large objects in proxy.
Since she was also writing her thesis on the creature, Lisa decided to spend her spring break camping out alone in the woods. She had great hopes of discovering some sort of proof of its existence to include with her paper. But after a third futile night, Lisa was both frustrated and disappointed. She decided to retire to bed early, climbed into her tent and attempted to relax the best way she knew how with some good ole fashion masturbating. As Lisa fingered herself with increased speed, the musky scent of her cunt filled the air . . .
As Lisa’s body tensely coiled, preparing to erupt in an explosive orgasm, there were strange sounds outside the tent. It was immediately followed by the tent flap being ripped open to reveal the huge form of the creature. His nose continued to whiff at her essence. Between his legs was his thick, engourged cock . . . Twice the size Lisa could’ve ever imagined.
She spread her bare legs, wide as they would go, exposing her ruby-red pussy lips to him in a beckoning manner. And Lisa prepared herself for a night she had dreamed of often . . . As well as one she would never, ever forget.