The huntsman had tracked this brook halfway across the woodland, almost a wide hebdomad of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a large 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 punishing sigh the Orion rests his back against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the logical thinking, these woodland belonged to her yearn before the mob got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing untimely, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange tree lightness broke through the trees, 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 come the clip that the two would forgather, and determination would have to be made. A obtuse shot echoed through the woodland, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the face of the puppet he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock 'n' roll, the irksome glowing of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard to a greater extent haphazardness than just wet snapping of offshoot under laborious bear mitt. Trying to focalise on the bear 's vestige and phone, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open outer space with a all the way scene of the trace, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the white-haired shadower caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a clunk of bear corps hitting the forest level he heard the ricochet of bullet against rock. Having allowed his hasty shot and pitiful visibility to get the better of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not know it 's. Another snapping strait from somewhere behind him, far too fill up for quilt, this was the end, but he would at to the lowest degree try to crusade his way out of this bad end. With all the durability he could muster powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and twirl on his heals to face the beast, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant fuzzed paw raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full phase of the moon forcefulness of her bear shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an moment, he was unconscious.

saccade of pain shot through the Hunter'head, throbbing like a head ache, but so much more vivid. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the pain began to subside very quickly. In its place the pain was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat more .... coarse ? It was an odd look, and for a consequence the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head painful sensation and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, center still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a replete minute of arc passed, mostly all the annoyance had subsided and his judgement now cleared to the point of remembering the details leading up to his electric current situation. He remembered the wood, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle hoe and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his heart slowly he could see a turgid shape directly in front of him, he was laying on the ground, his head was against a tree and his body was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his feet, or his peg, or anything below his waistline, just a declamatory chocolate-brown plenty 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 glossa rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect cock. He was stunned into silence, both by the situation and how thoroughly it felt.

The hunting watch stifled his moans, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very deadened hunter, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in lawsuit he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sort of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a human foot long ... the hunting watch always found animal facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly call back to himself `` in what situation would you ever need to know this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the hunter sure felt stupid now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 inch of man meat and he was having to bite his own tongue to stop himself from shooting the heaviest load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His men gripped the grease and weed by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to lick on him like an expensive top-shelf harlot who really needed a new handbag. For a mo his eye met with the bear 's and his spirit 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 active and awake, so what was its motive for this doings ? With an audible moan the hunter gave in to the pleasure and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the filth and rubbed the bears head with one hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his extremity into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a patient teacher the hunter began to pass the bears front and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her head up and down the hunter now realised that due to the duration of her maw and deepness of her mouth the hunter could fit the whole length of his cock 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 head down his shaft until her nose rest against his os pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his head and shaft with her long, slippery spit. On affair that glossa would egress from the bears lips and run over the Orion'heavy chunk which were on the verge of dropping a vast encumbrance. The bear had rolled onto its position and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears pussy was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the pinko crack and shimmered in the dim twinkle of the moon and the stars which had shifted overhead while the hunting watch was out. He did n't know what compelled him, but the hunter could n't serve but hand over and dip his index finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a reaction, and when he had submerged his finger up to the knuckle and began to massage the interior of her cunt he seemed to discover a desirable one, in that the bear would decelerate its own motility and would periodically close her center as if to savour the feeling. The huntsman took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first load building and ready to release, he decided to slew a sec finger into the bear, causing a cascade of slick fluids to pullulate from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting make to bungle his burden any endorsement 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 dubiety reached an orgasm of her own. With one loud grunt the Hunter pressed down on the bears head with one handwriting and bottomed out his fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting pressure on her sweet speckle. His balls tightened up and his dick throbbed in the mouth of his grizzly partner, her oral fissure 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 mouth over the base of the hunters throbbing rooster the bear drank his seed like an overflowing natural spring, he could hear an hearable gulping from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her consistence shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely pair left pant and fagged, there was an awkward and somewhat unsettling feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about time that he made a speedy escapism, before she decided to eat more than than just his seed. As he began to stand and glance over the field for his pants the hunter noticed the bear was on all fours before him, her face end to the poop, and her ass raised mellow 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 site of her drooling bear-cunt had once to a greater extent instilled a acrid Strand of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the lumbering load of his total life into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to pass up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not design to find out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzy articulatio coxae and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the next minuscule while.

With a bingle sniff, the hunting watch decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of woman he had slept with and decided to pay her cover for the fantastic treatment before. His glossa may not have been anywhere near as bombastic or as rough-textured as her own, but the Orion brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely have never experienced, a delicate slick glossa, and knowledge on how to put it to adept use. His tongue explored the possibility of the bears juicy puss 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 last gentle kiss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the hunter stood, his penis was once again at wide-cut mast and he was fix to exact the plunge into the wildest story he would ever drunkenly secern his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick supplication and a solidifying of firmness, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick inches of man meat deep into warm, tight bear snatch and letting out a deep moan as he did so. He could never have imagined that anything could ever feel this expert, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest pussy he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the Night itself compared to this celestial frailty of pink human body that he was currently balls cryptical in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a present moment to allow both himself and her to get accustomed to the feeling. After a few instant of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the head of his ray of light was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his hips forward once more, his clump slapping against the downy under-fur, the bear even letting out a slaked, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growl, but he could feel that there was more than rage to it than any he had heard before.

The joy was indescribable, and before long it took over him, until all he could do was force his coxa to the calendar method of his ever-increasing trice. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his hip against the bears rump, his buddy-buddy shaft burying and removing itself from her taut puss as he did so. had he not cum only bit ago he would surely bear already done so from the tightfistedness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his shaft, desperately trying to milk his freight into her uterus, and the hunter did n't take the heart or solitaire to try and explain that his seed would n't do her any good. 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 cover a beef in heat. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his pelvic arch would not give out, his legs on the other hand struggled to hold on up, the hunting watch leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly bear lover and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was secure enough to support his weighting and so he rested to the highest degree of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leverage for his thrusting. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the side of her fount resting on the land and her long tongue was unfurled in front line 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 threadbare of standing too, the bear lowered it 's nurture, 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 make love his way to orgasm. He could now find his balls swelling with another load, they felt fast and operose like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a curtly patch ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his midst, throbbing beam of light, he could tell apart that she too was finale to the bound, and he was n't about to let down her now. And so, the hunter doubled down his elbow grease and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping auditory sensation of intemperate balls on moist fur echoed through the timberland as the Hunter put in his work. Sticky juices oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunter ravished her, a modest puddle pooling on the storey beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the hunter to bury his knees deep into the dirt to move over him maximum strength and hurrying 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 herculean coming from the continuous pounding of the man pushing his midst, hot cum trench inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a assume impregnation would bear been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured shot after nip of cum into the bears tight pussy and his pumping slowed to a freeze. For a bit he remained still, his now flaccid cock slowly pulled out of her slit, and with it a current of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the spend a penny beneath them to mix with the other fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a minute the Hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for several instant before finding what scraps he could of his pant, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinguishable feeling that he might have to come in back to this neck of the woods for another visit very soon .