The hunter had tracked this bear halfway across the forest, almost a total hebdomad of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a large female person, she had been harassing a vacationing folk at their cabin, enough so that they called in the sheriff to get a hunter on the case. With a heavy sigh the hunter rests his backbone against a Tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these woods belonged to her farsighted 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 sparkle broke through the tree, spilling into the woods and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave, there was no other escape, there would soon fall the clock time that the two would cope with, and decision would have to be made. A slow snap echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the metre that he finally got to see the font of the tool he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock candy, the dull glow of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the Orion, he saw shadows all around him and heard more noises than just wet snapping of leg under weighty stomach paws. Trying to focus on the bear 's shadow and audio, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open quad with a clear view of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear corps hitting the forest trading floor he heard the ricochet of bullet against rock. Having allowed his hasty shot and poor visibility to get the better of him the huntsman now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his military position, while he did not cognise it 's. Another snapping auditory sensation from somewhere behind him, far too cheeseparing for comfort, this was the end, but he would at least try to fight back his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could muster powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and spin around on his heals to face the fauna, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her hulk blurred hand raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full force of her bear shove with his rifle and his thorax, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an instant, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shot through the Orion'head, throbbing like a headache, but so much Sir Thomas More intense. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the infliction began to sink very quickly. In its place the pain sensation was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like delight, but somewhat more .... coarse ? It was an odd flavour, and for a second the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head pain and the wickedness, so instead of trying to retrieve he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to savour this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a full hour passed, mostly all the painfulness had subsided and his mind now cleared to the power point of remembering the details leading up to his current office. He remembered the afforest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be active. Opening his centre slowly he could see a large shape directly in front end of him, he was laying on the flat coat, his promontory was against a tree and his body was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his base, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a large brown bulk of ... fur ... His eyes opened wide and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'stomach and legs, while a long, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect cock. He was stunned into silence, both by the situation and how good it felt.

The hunter stifled his moans, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very utterly hunter, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in causa he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was kind of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long natural language, some almost a foot long ... the hunter always found fauna facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly think to himself `` in what situation would you ever need to know this ? How would that even be pragmatic ? '' Well the huntsman sure felt stupefied now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 in of man meat and he was having to prick his own tongue to stop himself from shooting the intemperate load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting pharynx. His deal gripped the poop and sens by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to go on him like an expensive top-shelf sporting lady who really needed a new bag. For a moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his pith stopped, the thought 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 aware he was both alive and awake, so what was its motivating for this demeanor ? With an audible moan the hunting watch gave in to the pleasure and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the scandal and rubbed the bears head with one helping hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his appendage into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a patient teacher the hunting watch began to lead the bears motility and she willingly accepted his stimulant. Bobbing her head up and down the Hunter now realised that due to the distance of her maw and depth of her mouthpiece the hunter could fit the whole length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease 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 head down his dick until her olfactory organ balance against his pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his header and shaft with her retentive, slippery tongue. On social occasion that clapper would emerge from the bears lips and run over the hunters'great testis which were on the threshold of dropping a immense load. The bear had rolled onto its side and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears kitty was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the pink crevice and shimmered in the dim light of the lunar month and the stars which had shifted overhead while the Hunter was out. He did n't roll in the hay what compelled him, but the huntsman could n't aid but reach over and dip his index finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a chemical reaction, and when he had submerged his digit up to the metacarpophalangeal joint and began to knead the inside of her cunt he seemed to get hold a desirable one, in that the bear would slow its own movements and would periodically come together her eyes as if to savour the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first onus construction and ready to exhaust, he decided to slide a endorse finger into the bear, causing a cascade of tricky fluids to pour from her pussy.

The hunting watch had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting fix to blow his load any moment now, at the Saami prison term the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal wall constricting and convulsing as she no uncertainty reached an sexual climax of her own. With one loud grunt the hunter pressed down on the bears head with one mitt and bottomed out his fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting press on her sweetness spots. His nut tightened up and his pecker throbbed in the sassing of his grizzly partner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his barb as the hunter shot a repressed lading of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great strength. Closing its sassing over the basis of the Orion throbbing prick the bear drank his seed like an overflowing fount, he could try an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering sexual climax, the the like of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely pair left panting and pass, there was an awkward and somewhat faze feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about time that he made a quick escape, before she decided to eat more than just his seed. As he began to put up and run down the arena for his pants the hunter noticed the bear was on all fours before him, her face close to the shit, and her ass raised high into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a mate, and in a way, that is exactly what she was doing. The internet site of her drooling bear-cunt had once more instilled a acerbic string of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the sullen payload of his entire life into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to pass up an chance like this ? The hunter did not project to find out out, he moved with determination and use towards the bear, gripping her indulgent and fuzzy rose hip and squatting down to formally bring out himself to the sphere he 'd be spending the future little while.

With a single sniff, the hunter decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of adult female he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the fantastic discourse before. His tongue may not have been anywhere near as large or as textured as her own, but the hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely suffer never experienced, a delicate slick natural language, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His spit explored the opening of the bears juicy slit and he was surprised to find 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 more just because it was kind of fun. Planting one final stage gentle kiss on her puffy, twitching snatch, the hunter stood, his extremity was once again at full mast and he was ready to take the dip into the wildest tarradiddle he would ever drunkenly tell his friends, and shamefully distinguish his therapist.

With a quick prayer and a solidifying of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick in of man centre deep into quick, tight bear pussy and letting out a rich moan as he did so. He could never accept imagined that anything could ever feel this good, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest cunt he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink human body that he was currently balls deep in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a bit to allow both himself and her to get accustomed to the spirit. After a few moments of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the principal of his shaft was still inside, and then with all his force play he slammed his hips forward once more, his glob slapping against the fluffy under-fur, the bear even letting out a meet, gratifying groan. It sounded somewhat like a growl, but he could feel that there was more than mania to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was indescribable, and before foresighted it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his pelvis to the rhythm of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears rump, his deep cock burying and removing itself from her taut snatch as he did so. had he not cum only min ago he would surely receive already done so from the parsimoniousness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his shaft, desperately trying to milk his load into her womb, and the Orion did n't have the nub or forbearance to try and explain that his seed would n't do her any goodness. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his hips like he too was a furious animal desperately trying to breed a bitch in heat. The joy was draining his stamina, but his hips would not hold out, his leg on the other helping hand struggled to keep back up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly fan and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to support his weightiness and so he rested nigh of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leveraging for his drive. Glancing over her berm he could see the bears face, she had the side of her face resting on the background and her foresighted tongue was unfurled in battlefront of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the look on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown weary of standing too, the bear lowered it 's parent, now laying on the priming and allowing the huntsman to kneel instead of standing. She moaned and groaned, growling in an almost endearing way as the man continued to hump his way to orgasm. He could now feel his globe swelling with another load, they felt tight and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a short while ago. With the way that the bears slit was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing cock, he could severalize that she too was close to the border, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the huntsman doubled down his efforts and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sound of with child balls on moist fur echoed through the wood as the hunter put in his body of work. Sticky juices oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the Hunter ravished her, a small pool pooling on the level beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the hunter to bury his knees deep into the crap to hand him utmost strength and speed in his thrusts. Pressing his face against her fuzzy backbone and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his dick, the bear growled in pleasure as she reached a potent climax from the uninterrupted throbbing of the man pushing his thick, hot cum late inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a bear fecundation would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured blastoff after blastoff of cum into the bears tight twat and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid cock slowly pulled out of her cunt, and with it a current of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the puddle beneath them to mix with the other fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, felicitous, and spent. For a consequence the hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for various minute of arc before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinct touch sensation that he might have to come back to this neck of the Mrs. Henry Wood for another sojourn very soon .