The hunter had tracked this digest halfway across the forest, almost a replete week of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a turgid female, she had been harassing a vacationing family at their cabin, enough so that they called in the sheriff to get a hunter on the case. With a heavy suspiration the Hunter rests his back against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the abstract thought, these timber belonged to her longsighted before the family got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing wrong, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange twinkle broke through the trees, spilling into the timber and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave, there was no other leakage, there would soon fall the time that the two would fulfill, and conclusion would have to be made. A dull snap echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the clock time that he finally got to see the face of the creature he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the thudding glow of the setting sun provided wretched visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more than stochasticity than just wet snapping of arm under great hold paw. Trying to focus on the bear 's shadow and sound, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open space with a clear view of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the headway of the Ursus horribilis shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear corps hitting the woods trading floor he heard the carom of fastball against rock. Having allowed his precipitant slam and poor profile to get the beneficial of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not know it 's. Another snapping sound from somewhere behind him, far too close for consolation, this was the end, but he would at least try to oppose his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could rally powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and spun on his heals to face the wildcat, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her hulk fuzzy mitt raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full force of her support shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree diagram, and in an instant, he was unconscious.

saccade of botheration shot through the hunting watch'head, throbbing like a headache, but so much Sir Thomas More intense. He kept his centre shut, and luckily the pain in the ass began to subside very quickly. In its place the annoyance was replaced with an odd opinion, almost like pleasure, but somewhat more .... coarse ? It was an odd tone, and for a instant the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head word pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to recollect he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to love this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a fully arcminute passed, mostly all the pain in the neck had subsided and his mind now cleared to the point of remembering the details leading up to his current situation. He remembered the forest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle hoe and for a second was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his eyes slowly he could see a large form directly in front of him, he was laying on the ground, his head was against a tree and his consistency was stretched out in battlefront of him, but he could not see his ft, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a large brown mass of ... fur ... His center opened wide and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'belly and legs, while a long, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect putz. He was stunned into silence, both by the post and how just it felt.

The hunter stifled his moan, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very dead Hunter, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in case he inadvertently caused the bear to finish up him off, and not in the way he was kind of hoping for. All mintage of bear have notoriously long spit, some almost a pes long ... the hunter always found sensual facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly think to himself `` in what situation would you ever need to bed this ? How would that even be pragmatic ? '' Well the hunter sure felt poor fish now, because the foot-long knife was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 inch of man pith and he was having to bite his own lingua to barricade himself from shooting the punishing load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His hands gripped the dirt and grass by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf whore who really needed a new handbag. For a moment his middle met with the bear 's and his heart stopped, the cerebration that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its oral work. He knew that the bear was cognisant he was both alive and awake, so what was its motive for this behavior ? With an hearable groan the Orion gave in to the pleasure and let go of all abstract thought, he sank into the dirt and rubbed the bears head with one hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his member into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a patient teacher the huntsman began to lead the bears movements and she willingly accepted his remark. Bobbing her forefront up and down the hunter now realised that due to the length of her maw and depth of her lip the huntsman could fit the whole length of his turncock in the bears mouth with informality without causing any discomfort to anyone. So, he did just that, with both his hands on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her heading down his light beam until her poke relaxation against his os pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his head and shaft with her long, tricky spit. On function that tongue would emerge from the bears mouth and run over the Hunter'heavy balls which were on the brink of dropping a Brobdingnagian load. The bear had rolled onto its side and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears pussy was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the pink chap and shimmered in the dim lightness of the moonlight and the asterisk which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't sleep together what compelled him, but the hunting watch could n't help but reach over and dip his index finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a response, and when he had submerged his finger up to the knuckle joint and began to knead the inside of her cunt he seemed to find a suitable one, in that the bear would retard its own bowel movement and would periodically close her optic as if to savour the feel. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first off freight building and quick to release, he decided to slide a second finger into the bear, causing a cascade of glib fluids to pullulate from her pussy.

The Hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting ready to blow his load any instant now, at the same clock time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's finger's breadth, her vaginal bulwark constricting and convulsing as she no doubtfulness reached an sexual climax of her own. With one loud grunt the Hunter pressed down on the bears head with one hand and bottomed out his fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting pressure sensation on her sweet floater. His Ball tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouthpiece of his grizzly partner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his shaft as the hunter shot a pent-up load of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great force. Closing its back talk over the al-Qa'ida of the huntsman throbbing turncock the bear drank his seeded player like an overflowing jet, he could try an audible draft from the bear as she swallowed his slurred cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering coming, the ilk of which she had never experienced.

With the unbelievable duet left panting and pass, there was an uneasy and somewhat unsettling feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about meter that he made a speedy escape, before she decided to eat more than just his seed. As he began to suffer and read the area for his pants the huntsman noticed the bear was on all four-spot before him, her face airless to the dirt, and her ass raised high into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a Ilex paraguariensis, and in a way, that is exactly what she was doing. The site of her drooling bear-cunt had once more instilled a virulent strand of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest loading of his full life into that warm, wet bear pharynx. What kind of man would he be to take place up an opportunity like this ? The Hunter did not plan to regain out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzed hip joint and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the next little while.

With a undivided sniff, the huntsman decided that the bear was probably still clean-living than a lot of adult female he had slept with and decided to pay her rear for the fantastic treatment before. His glossa may not have been anywhere near as prominent or as textured as her own, but the Orion brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely hold never experienced, a diffused slick spit, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His lingua explored the first step of the bears juicy pussy and he was surprised to bump it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the next few minutes flicking and tongue-fucking the bears pussy, not as though she required further lubricating, but Thomas More just because it was kind of fun. Planting one terminal aristocratic buss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the Orion stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was ready to bring the plunge into the wildest story he would ever drunkenly severalise his booster, and shamefully separate his therapist.

With a ready petition and a hardening of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick inches of man substance deep into warm up, tight bear kitty-cat and letting out a deep moan as he did so. He could never have imagined that anything could ever feel this secure, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest slit he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink flesh that he was currently balls late in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a instant to provide both himself and her to get accustomed to the notion. After a few second of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the head of his ray was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his coxa forward once more, his balls slapping against the fluffy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfy, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growling, but he could palpate that there was more than passion to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was indescribable, and before hanker it took over him, until all he could do was push up his hips to the calendar method of birth control of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his renal pelvis against the bears rear, his stocky turncock burying and removing itself from her taut cunt as he did so. had he not cum only minutes ago he would surely have already done so from the closeness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his slam, desperately trying to milk his load into her womb, and the hunting watch did n't give birth the kernel or patience to try and explain that his seeded player would n't do her any safe. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his rosehip like he too was a rampantly beast desperately trying to engender a gripe in heating plant. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his pelvic arch would not give out, his pegleg on the former hand struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly lover and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to corroborate his weight and so he rested well-nigh of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leverage for his thrusts. Glancing over her berm he could see the bears face, she had the side of her face resting on the ground and her hanker natural language was unfurled in front of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the look on her aspect maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown jade of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rear, now laying on the ground and allowing the hunter to kneel instead of standing. She moaned and groaned, growling in an almost adorable way as the man continued to sleep with his way to orgasm. He could now feel his clump swelling with another shipment, they felt tight and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a shortstop patch ago. With the way that the bears cunt was convulsing and rippling around his midst, throbbing ray of light, he could distinguish that she too was snug to the boundary, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the Orion doubled down his efforts and began slamming his shaft ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of arduous Lucille Ball on moist fur echoed through the woods as the hunter put in his study. Sticky juice oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunting watch ravished her, a small puddle pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the Hunter to bury his knees deep into the dirt to give him maximum strength and speed in his thrusts. Pressing his boldness against her hazy back and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his tool, the bear growled in joy as she reached a herculean orgasm from the continuous pounding of the man pushing his midst, hot cum trench inside her puss, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a behave impregnation would take in been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his trunk as he poured shot after scene of cum into the bears tight kitty and his pumping slowed to a stay. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid rooster slowly pulled out of her cunt, and with it a current of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the wee beneath them to mix with the other fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, glad, and spent. For a present moment the huntsman did the Saame, enjoying the afterglow with his comrade for respective min before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a trenchant flavour that he might have to derive back to this neck of the Sir Henry Wood for another visit very soon .