5. Chapter Five

Chapter five

It’s after dinner. I’m rinsing my plate, the last remnants of my meal being washed off into the brush of the forest. My feet ache from the day’s trek, and honestly, all I can think about is crawling into my campervan and losing myself in a book before sleep. Just a regular night. No weird dreams.

I fold up my little kitchen, tucking everything neatly into the back of the van. Efficiency is key out here; everything has its place.

I’m rounding the van to the side door, my thoughts already drifting to which book I’ll read tonight. But then, a sound stops me cold. It’s a series of deep, guttural grunts that cut through the quiet night. I freeze, straining my ears.

That sound... It’s not an animal. At least, I hope it's not. But it’s definitely not human either. What is it? It couldn’t be…? Could it?

I stand there for a second, debating. Curiosity wars with the sensible urge to jump into the van and lock the door. But I know myself better than that — I need to know what's making that noise.

Taking a deep breath, I step away from the safety of the van. My hand clutches the flashlight, but I don’t dare use it. Whatever it is, I don’t want it to know I’m coming.

I creep slowly through the dark forest, moving as quietly as I can over the crackling underbrush. The strange grunts and groans seem to be coming from just up ahead, beyond a thick copse of trees. A chill runs down my spine, but I can't turn back now. I have to know what's making those unearthly sounds.

I pause behind a wide fir tree and peer around it cautiously. There, in a moonlit clearing, stands two hulking figures, far larger than any human. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. It’s not one, but two Bigfoot. I've dreamed of this moment for years and now it’s finally here.

My hand instinctively goes to the camera bag on my hip before I remember that I left it behind in the van. Of all the nights to be unprepared! No one will ever believe me.

Careful not to make a sound, I inch further around the fir tree for a better view. The Bigfoot faces are human-like, with wise, old eyes. The larger one grooms the smaller, picking at its fur with unexpected tenderness.

Should I stay? What if they spot me, or hear me? If I startle them, who knows how they'll react…

The two beasts continue their low grunting, seemingly unaware of my presence. I know I should creep away quietly before they notice me, but I'm transfixed. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to observe these elusive creatures up close. I’m not going to waste it.

The two Bigfoot continue to groom one another, the smaller of the two grunts and nuzzles into the bigger one. This is incredible. Maybe it’s a courting ritual.

The smaller Bigfoot gets down on its hands and knees, and the larger one walks behind him. He’s carrying a thick branch.

Oh god, wait. That’s not a branch. That’s his cock. Holy shit, it’s huge!

I watch in horror and fascination as the larger of the two begins to slide his mammoth cock inside the ass of the smaller one. How do I know it’s in the ass? Because the smaller Bigfoot appears to have a fucking massive branch between his legs too!

I gasp in shock, unable to look away as the larger one mounts the smaller one. Their guttural grunts take on a new, urgent tone that sends a flush of heat through my body.

Should I leave? No. This is science. I am the only person to ever witness two Bigfoot mating. And two males at that!

I watch, mesmerized by the raw sensuality of their coupling. The Bigfoot move together with a primal intensity, the larger one's powerful body enveloping its partner. It’s strangely beautiful, and as the beasts find their pleasure, I feel my own starting to build.

The smaller one grunts and pants, pushing back eagerly against its partner's powerful thrusts. Their fur glistens in the moonlight as they move together faster and harder.

Overwhelmed with desire, I allow my hand to glide down towards my thighs. I unfasten the button on my jeans and carefully unzip them, trying not to make any noise. My fingers find the warm, slick folds between my thighs and I begin to pleasure myself. I match my movements to the rhythmic rocking of the creatures, circling and stroking in time with their urgent pace. Pressure builds within me and I lean back against a tree, letting the sensations wash over me.

What am I doing? This is insane. You can’t wank off in the forest, only 10 meters away from two Bigfoot. And yet, I can’t help myself. It’s as though their primal energy is infecting me. With each powerful thrust they make, my fingers move faster against my aching core, needing more, wanting more. The forest around us feels alive. The air begins to tingle with static as their musky scents mingle with the earthy smell of the forest floor. My vision begins to blur, and I fall into a trance-like state, fixated on the carnal act playing out in front of me.

The smaller Bigfoot grunts with pleasure. His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he nears his climax. I can feel my own orgasm approaching too, teetering on the edge. My breaths come short and shallow now, my heart pounding in my ears like drums beating out an ancient rhythm.

With each powerful thrust, a deep-seated need begins to unfurl itself within me. My mind spins with forbidden fantasies — I envision myself in the place of the smaller Bigfoot, being dominated by that colossal, throbbing cock. My hands work faster, desperate to satisfy the mounting hunger that burns between my thighs. Slickness coats my fingers as I edge closer and closer to release.

The smaller one's cock, still rock-hard, twitches with each powerful drive of the larger one's hips. I can’t believe the size of it — thicker than my forearm, and longer too! I could never take such a thick cock… Or could I?

In the interest of science, I pull down my jeans, squat, and insert four fingers inside myself, trying to mimic the girth of the mighty Bigfoot. The invasion feels exhilarating, dangerous yet thrilling all at once. I move my hand in and out of myself, mimicking the couple's primal rhythm.

The tightness of my pussy pushes my desire to an unbearable peak, and with a shuddering cry, I discover myself climaxing harder than I ever have before. The world around me spins as wave after wave of bliss washes over me. Gasping for air, I finally tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. What have I just done? I’m horrified. I’ve never done anything like this before.

Shaking off the post-orgasmic haze, I hastily wipe my hand off and zip my jeans. I need to get out of here before they notice me. I back away from the clearing, making sure not to step on any twigs or branches that might give away my presence.

Back at the van, I slam the door shut and lean against it, trying to catch my breath. I can't believe what just happened. Not only did I witness two Bigfoot mating, but I also got off on it! What came over me? How could I lose control like that? I'm a professional, not a pervert.

Professional! Yes! I need to write down everything I saw (missing out the parts where I fisted myself into oblivion, of course).

With trembling hands, I snatch up my notebook from the passenger seat, flipping it open to a blank page. I scribble down every detail while it's still fresh, the pen scratching urgently against the paper.

Suddenly, there’s a scraping sound, right outside the van — a deliberate, dragging noise. My breath catches in my throat. It's too purposeful, too close to be just another forest creature going about its night.

I freeze. My heart beats a frantic tattoo against my ribs.

Silence.

Then another scrape, closer this time, as if something is circling the van. Without warning, a dull thud resonates through the metal — a rock striking the side of the camper. It’s clear now; whatever is out there, it’s trying to get my attention — or get in.