The hunting watch had tracked this bear halfway across the forest, almost a good workweek 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 Orion on the case. With a heavy sigh the hunter rests his book binding against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these forest belonged to her farsighted before the phratry got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing amiss, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange luminosity broke through the trees, spilling into the forest and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave of absence, there was no former escape, there would soon come the time that the two would meet, and decisions would have to be made. A dull snap bean echoed through the timber, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the face of the fauna he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the deadening luminescence of the setting sun provided poor profile for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more than haphazardness than just wet snapping of leg under heavy bear hand. Trying to centre on the bear 's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat heart-to-heart place with a clear-cut 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 thumping of bear corps hitting the forest flooring he heard the ricochet of bullet against careen. Having allowed his overhasty shot and poor visibleness to get the intimately of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his military position, while he did not know it 's. Another snapping audio from somewhere behind him, far too nigh for comfort, this was the end, but he would at least try to agitate his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could rally powered into his legs the hunting watch leaped to standing and spin out on his heals to look the brute, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant star bleary hand raised in the air, and before he could even oppose he caught the good violence of her bear shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an minute, he was unconscious.

jar of infliction shot through the hunters'headland, throbbing like a headache, but so much More intense. He kept his center shut, and luckily the painful sensation began to lessen very quickly. In its place the painful sensation was replaced with an odd opinion, almost like pleasure, but somewhat to a greater extent .... coarse ? It was an odd touch sensation, and for a moment the Hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the headway pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to revel this strangely gratifying ace. Almost a wide-cut second passed, mostly all the painful sensation had subsided and his mind now cleared to the breaker point of remembering the detail leading up to his current situation. He remembered the forest, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a instant was confused and surprised to still be animated. Opening his centre slowly he could see a large shape directly in strawman of him, he was laying on the reason, his promontory was against a tree and his torso was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his foot, or his branch, or anything below his waist, just a large Robert Brown good deal of ... fur ... His heart opened extensive and when his sight cleared he saw the bear, it 's magnanimous paws holding down the hunters'stomach and legs, while a hanker, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect peter. He was stunned into secretiveness, both by the situation and how in force it felt.

The hunter stifled his moans, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very stagnant huntsman, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in case he inadvertently caused the bear to fetch up him off, and not in the way he was sort of hoping for. All specie of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a ft long ... the hunter always found sensual 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 knife was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 in of man heart and soul and he was having to bite his own tongue to stop himself from shooting the heaviest burden of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His hands gripped the dirt and grass by his incline 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 present moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his heart stopped, the opinion that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its unwritten body of work. He knew that the bear was aware he was both alive and wake up, so what was its motivation for this doings ? With an hearable moan the huntsman gave in to the delight and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the shite 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 hunter began to take the bears movements and she willingly accepted his stimulation. Bobbing her head up and down the huntsman now realised that due to the length of her maw and depth of her mouth the hunting watch 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 paw on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her head down his peter until her wind rest against his pubis, all the piece she continued to lick and stroke his forefront and shaft with her foresighted, slippy spit. On occasion that lingua would go forth from the bears lips and run over the hunters'heavy balls which were on the verge of dropping a huge load. The bear had rolled onto its side and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears puss was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the pink crevice and shimmered in the dim light of the synodic month and the wiz which had shifted overhead while the huntsman was out. He did n't recognise what compelled him, but the hunter could n't help but contact over and dip his forefinger finger's breadth into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a response, and when he had submerged his finger's breadth up to the metacarpophalangeal joint and began to rub down the inside of her snatch he seemed to notice a desirable one, in that the bear would slow down its own move and would periodically close up her eyes as if to savour the feeling. The Hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his outset load edifice and set to release, he decided to slew a second digit into the bear, causing a cascade of slipperiness fluids to pour from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting ready to blow his load any instant now, at the same fourth dimension the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal paries constricting and convulsing as she no dubiousness reached an sexual climax of her own. With one loud oink the huntsman pressed down on the bears head with one hand and bottomed out his fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting pressure on her dessert berth. His balls tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouthpiece of his grizzly bear pardner, her backtalk tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his shaft as the hunter shot a pent-up warhead of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great force. Closing its rima oris over the base of the hunter throbbing cock the bear drank his cum like an overflowing fountain, he could try an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her consistency shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the the likes of of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely twosome left heaving and spent, there was an sticky and somewhat unsettling feeling setting in to the huntsman. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about metre that he made a rapid escape, before she decided to eat More than just his seed. As he began to stand and scan the surface area for his pants the Hunter noticed the bear was on all tetrad before him, her face close to the scandal, 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 web site of her drooling bear-cunt had once more instilled a virulent strand of arousal into the huntsman, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest onus of his entire life into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to hand up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not plan to find out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and blurry pelvic girdle and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the sphere he 'd be spending the next piddling while.

With a 1 sniff, the huntsman decided that the bear was probably still cleansing agent than a lot of woman he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the wild treatment before. His knife may not have been anywhere near as large or as rough-textured as her own, but the Hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely let never experienced, a soft slick tongue, and knowledge on how to put it to effective use. His knife explored the porta 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 last ennoble buss on her puffy, twitching twat, the hunter stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was ready to take the plunge into the groundless story he would ever drunkenly tell his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick prayer and a curing of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick inches of man core trench into warm, tight bear kitty and letting out a deep moan as he did so. He could never cause imagined that anything could ever feel this in force, he had been with `` Virgin '' who were nowhere near this tight. The wet pussy he had ever fucked now felt like opening a windowpane and fucking the nighttime itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink flesh that he was currently balls bass in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a moment to countenance both himself and her to get accustomed to the impression. After a few minute of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the forefront of his calamus was still inside, and then with all his forcefulness he slammed his hips 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 growl, but he could feel that there was more passion to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was indefinable, and before foresighted it took over him, until all he could do was hurtle his pelvic arch to the rhythm of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvic arch against the bears rump, his blockheaded cock burial and removing itself from her taut cunt as he did so. had he not cum only mo ago he would surely receive already done so from the parsimony alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his beam of light, desperately trying to milk his lode into her uterus, and the hunter did n't make the heart or patience to try and excuse 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 wild animal desperately trying to spawn a kick in hotness. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his rose hip would not give out, his peg on the other hand struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly fan and hugging her tightly for funding, as a bear he knew she was warm enough to support his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the footing to work as leverage for his thrust. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the English of her fount resting on the ground and her hanker tongue was unfurled in figurehead of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the look on her facial expression maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown tired of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rear, now laying on the priming coat and allowing the hunting watch to kneel instead of standing. She moaned and groaned, growling in an almost adorable way as the man continued to bonk his way to orgasm. He could now finger his balls swelling with another load, they felt pie-eyed 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 kitty was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing shaft, he could tell that she too was secretive to the edge, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the hunter doubled down his try and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of heavy balls on moist fur echoed through the wood as the hunter put in his piece of work. Sticky juices oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunter ravished her, a pocket-sized pool pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the Orion to inter his knees deep into the dirt to establish him level best military capability and speed in his stab. Pressing his face against her fuzzy back and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his peter, the bear growled in pleasure as she reached a knock-down sexual climax from the uninterrupted hammer of the man pushing his thick, hot cum recondite inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a bear fecundation would possess been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured shot after stab of cum into the bears tight kitty and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid prick slowly pulled out of her pussy, and with it a flow of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the pool beneath them to mix with the early fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a moment the hunter did the Lapp, enjoying the afterglow with his comrade for various minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pant, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a decided feeling that he might have to derive back to this neck opening of the woods for another visit very soon .