The hunter had tracked this bear halfway across the woodland, almost a full week of tracking, following, and preparation. The bear was a tumid female person, she had been harassing a vacationing home at their cabin, enough so that they called in the sheriff to get a hunter on the compositor's case. With a heavy sigh the hunter rests his back against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these woods belonged to her long before the family got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing wrongly, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange Inner Light broke through the tree, spilling into the woodland and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave, there was no other relief valve, there would soon add up the clip that the two would fulfill, and conclusion would take in to be made. A dull snap echoed through the timberland, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the clock time that he finally got to see the side of the creature he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the John Rock, the dim glow of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the Orion, he saw shadows all around him and heard Thomas More haphazardness than just wet snapping of ramification under great contain paws. Trying to focalise on the bear 's shadow and phone, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat undefendable space with a net view of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the hoary shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thump of bear corp hitting the forest storey he heard the ricochet of bullet against Rock. Having allowed his overhasty shot and poor visibility to get the better of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not sleep together it 's. Another snapping speech sound from somewhere behind him, far too close for comfortableness, this was the end, but he would at least try to fight his way out of this bad end. With all the forcefulness he could muster powered into his legs the hunting watch leaped to standing and spun on his heals to face the beast, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her titan fuzzy manus raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full force-out of her bear shove with his rifle and his chest of drawers, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an second, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shooter through the hunters'head, throbbing like a headache, but so much Thomas More acute. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the pain in the neck began to sink very quickly. In its place the nuisance was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like delight, but somewhat more .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a moment the hunter could n't commend what had been happening prior to the head hurting and the darkness, so instead of trying to think he sat there, centre still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a good hour passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his mind now cleared to the degree of remembering the contingent leading up to his current office. He remembered the forest, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the tussle and for a import was confused and surprised to still be awake. Opening his eyes slowly he could see a prominent form directly in straw man of him, he was laying on the basis, his header was against a Tree and his body was stretched out in front end of him, but he could not see his base, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a prominent brown deal of ... fur ... His eyes opened wide and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'breadbasket and ramification, while a foresightful, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect stopcock. He was stunned into silence, both by the situation and how good 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 font he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sorting of hoping for. All mintage of bear have notoriously long lingua, some almost a foot long ... the Hunter always found animal facts like this useless and drilling, he would constantly cerebrate to himself `` in what position would you ever need to know this ? How would that even be hard-nosed ? '' Well the huntsman sure felt stupefied now, because the foot-long spit was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 inches of man marrow and he was having to seize with teeth his own tongue to stop himself from shooting the fleshy load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His deal gripped the shit and grass by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf fancy woman who really needed a new handbag. For a moment his heart met with the bear 's and his heart stopped, the thought that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its oral exam piece of work. He knew that the bear was aware he was both alive and alive, so what was its motivation for this demeanor ? With an audible moan the hunter gave in to the pleasure and let go of all logical thinking, he sank into the grunge and rubbed the bears head with one bridge player, 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 hunter began to lead the bears movements and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her principal up and down the Orion now realised that due to the duration of her maw and depth of her mouth the hunter could fit the unanimous length of his hammer in the bears mouth with comfort 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 psyche down his jibe until her nose respite against his pubis, all the while she continued to work out and stroke his head and shaft with her farseeing, slippery natural language. On function that tongue would emerge from the bears lips and run over the Hunter'heavy balls which were on the verge of dropping a huge shipment. The bear had rolled onto its side and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears kitty-cat was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the pinko cleft and shimmered in the dim twinkle of the moon and the headliner which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't lie with what compelled him, but the hunter could n't avail but reach over and dip his indicator finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a response, and when he had submerged his fingerbreadth up to the knuckle and began to massage the inside of her cunt he seemed to find a desirable one, in that the bear would slow its own social movement and would periodically come together her heart as if to savour the feeling. The hunting watch took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first lode building and ready to secrete, he decided to slide a second finger's breadth into the bear, causing a cascade of sly fluids to pour from her pussy.

The Hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting quick to blow his freight any 2nd now, at the same time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal walls constricting and convulsing as she no doubt reached an 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 imperativeness on her sweet spots. His glob tightened up and his dick throbbed in the mouth of his Ursus arctos horribilis partner, her lip tightened up slightly, her clapper milking his shaft as the hunter shot a pent-up payload of hot cum up into the bears mouth with swell personnel. Closing its mouth over the bag of the Hunter throbbing cock the bear drank his semen like an overflowing fountain, he could hear an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his stocky cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the like of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely distich left gasp and pass, there was an awkward and somewhat enervate feeling setting in to the Hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about clip that he made a speedy escape, before she decided to eat more than just his seed. As he began to put up and read the domain for his gasp the huntsman noticed the bear was on all quartet before him, her face finish to the soil, 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 website of her drooling bear-cunt had once more instilled a virulent Strand of arousal into the Orion, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the grueling warhead of his intact life into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to glide by up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not be after to find out, he moved with determination and determination towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzy hips and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the next piddling while.

With a unity sniff, the huntsman decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the fantastic treatment before. His tongue may not hold been anywhere near as large or as textured as her own, but the huntsman brought new traits to the board that the bear would likely experience never experienced, a balmy slick clapper, and knowledge on how to put it to goodness use. His tongue explored the opening of the bears juicy incision and he was surprised to line up it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the following few minutes flicking and tongue-fucking the bears pussy, not as though she required further lubricating, but more just because it was form of fun. Planting one last gentle kiss on her puffy, twitching slit, the hunter stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was ready to train the plunge into the wildest narrative he would ever drunkenly assure his ally, and shamefully recite his therapist.

With a quick entreaty and a solidifying of resolve, the man stepped forward, plunging ten loggerheaded inch of man substance trench into ardent, tight bear twat and letting out a deep groan as he did so. He could never have got imagined that anything could ever palpate this good, he had been with `` virgin '' who were nowhere near this tight. The fuddled snatch he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly frailty of pink shape that he was currently balls recondite in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a moment to allow both himself and her to get accustomed to the feeling. After a few bit of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the head of his barb was still inside, and then with all his violence he slammed his pelvic arch forward once more, his balls slapping against the downy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfied, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growling, but he could find that there was more passion to it than any he had heard before.

The delight was ineffable, and before foresightful it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his rose hip to the calendar method of birth control of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears derriere, his thick turncock burial and removing itself from her taut bitch as he did so. had he not cum only second ago he would surely own already done so from the stringency alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his shaft, desperately trying to milk his shipment into her uterus, and the hunter did n't have the heart or forbearance to try and explain that his seed would n't do her any practiced. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his pelvic girdle like he too was a raving mad animal desperately trying to multiply a kick in rut. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his pelvic arch would not give out, his stage on the other hand struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly bear lover and hugging her tightly for backup, as a bear he knew she was secure enough to endorse his weighting and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leverage for his poke. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the face of her face resting on the ground and her long clapper was unfurled in front of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the looking on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown tired of standing too, the bear lowered it 's set up, now laying on the ground and allowing the huntsman to kneel instead of standing. She moaned and groaned, growling in an almost adorable way as the man continued to have sex his way to orgasm. He could now feel his balls swelling with another warhead, they felt tight and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a short patch ago. With the way that the bears puss was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing slam, he could tell that she too was close to the bound, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the hunter doubled down his exploit and began slamming his putz ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of threatening formal on moist fur echoed through the forest as the Orion put in his work. Sticky juices oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunter ravished her, a diminished pool pooling on the storey beneath them, moistening the ground and allowing the hunting watch to lay to rest his stifle deep into the crap to leave him uttermost military posture and speed in his poke. Pressing his face against her fuzzy binding and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his putz, the bear growled in joy as she reached a right orgasm from the uninterrupted hammering of the man pushing his thick, hot cum deep inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a bear impregnation would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his consistence as he poured shot after shot of cum into the bears plastered pussy and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid cock slowly pulled out of her bitch, and with it a stream of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the puddle beneath them to mix with the early fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a moment the Hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his fellow traveller for various minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a discrete impression that he might cause to fare back to this neck of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood for another visit very soon .