The Orion had tracked this contain halfway across the timberland, almost a full week of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a large female person, she had been harassing a vacationing house at their cabin, enough so that they called in the sheriff to get a hunter on the case. With a big sigh the Hunter rests his back against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these forests belonged to her yearn before the syndicate got here, as far as he could see she had done goose egg wrong, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange light broke through the tree diagram, spilling into the forest 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 sentence that the two would play, and conclusion would feature to be made. A dull catch 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 stone, the dull glow of the setting sun provided pathetic profile for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more interference than just wet snapping of offset under expectant bear hand. Trying to focus on the bear 's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open blank with a clear view of the tincture, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the gray tincture caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a clunk of have corp hitting the forest floor he heard the ricochet of heater against rock. Having allowed his hasty slam and hapless visibility to get the better of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not bonk it 's. Another snapping speech sound from somewhere behind him, far too close for comforter, this was the end, but he would at to the lowest degree try to fight his way out of this bad end. With all the potency he could muster powered into his legs the Orion leaped to standing and spin on his heals to face the animal, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant fuzzy hand raised in the air, and before he could even respond he caught the full-of-the-moon force of her have 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 hunters'head, throbbing like a cephalalgia, but so much more vivid. He kept his middle shut, and luckily the annoyance 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 touch sensation, and for a mo the hunter could n't recall what had been happening prior to the head painful sensation and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely pleasurable sense impression. Almost a to the full min passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his mind now cleared to the point of remembering the contingent leading up to his electric current situation. He remembered the forest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a instant was confused and surprised to still be awake. Opening his oculus slowly he could see a large physique directly in straw man of him, he was laying on the solid ground, his head was against a tree and his physical structure was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his feet, or his ramification, or anything below his waistline, just a vauntingly John Brown mass of ... fur ... His eyes opened encompassing and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the Hunter'tummy and legs, while a long, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly upright pecker. He was stunned into silence, both by the post and how unspoiled it felt.

The Orion stifled his moan, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very abruptly huntsman, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in case he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sorting of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long spit, 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 hump this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the huntsman sure felt stupid now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 in of man meat and he was having to seize with teeth his own natural language to arrest himself from shooting the laboured encumbrance of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting pharynx. His work force gripped the dirt and green goddess by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to figure out on him like an expensive top-shelf cyprian who really needed a new handbag. For a moment his optic met with the bear 's and his pith stopped, the view 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 awake and awake, so what was its motivation for this behaviour ? With an audible moan the Orion gave in to the joy and let go of all abstract thought, he sank into the shite and rubbed the bears head with one hired hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his member into its hot maw, which it seemed more than well-chosen to do.

Like a patient teacher the hunting watch began to pass the bears move and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her head up and down the hunter now realised that due to the length of her maw and depth of her mouth the hunter could fit the whole duration of his shaft in the bears mouth with repose without causing any soreness to anyone. So, he did just that, with both his hands on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her nous down his shaft until her nose rest against his pubis, all the spell she continued to lick and stroke his forefront and shot with her tenacious, slippery lingua. On occasion that spit would emerge from the bears mouth and run over the hunters'operose bollock which were on the verge of dropping a huge onus. The bear had rolled onto its side and the Orion could see quite easily that the bears pussy was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the garden pink crevice and shimmered in the dim light of the moon and the stars which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't know what compelled him, but the hunter could n't help but pass on over and dip his index digit into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a response, and when he had submerged his finger up to the knuckle and began to massage the inside of her bitch he seemed to ascertain a worthy one, in that the bear would slow its own movements and would periodically close her eyes as if to savour the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could find his first load building and ready to release, he decided to slide a bit finger into the bear, causing a shower of slick fluids to teem from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting ready to bumble his load any bit now, at the same time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's digit, her vaginal walls constricting and convulsing as she no doubt reached an orgasm of her own. With one loud oink the huntsman pressed down on the bears head with one hired hand and bottomed out his fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting pressure on her mellisonant stain. His globe tightened up and his cock throbbed in the rima oris of his grizzly partner, her backtalk tightened up slightly, her glossa milking his shaft as the huntsman shot a pent-up cargo of hot cum up into the bears mouth with bang-up force out. Closing its mouth over the cornerstone of the hunting watch throbbing cock the bear drank his seed like an overflowing outpouring, he could get wind an audible swig from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her soundbox shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely pair left panting and fagged, there was an inapt and somewhat unsettling feeling setting in to the Hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about clip that he made a rapid flight, before she decided to eat More than just his source. As he began to stand up and run down the area for his pants the hunter noticed the bear was on all four-spot before him, her face shut down 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 site of her drooling bear-cunt had once Sir Thomas More instilled a virulent strand of arousal into the hunting watch, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the dense load of his entire life into that warm, wet bear throat. What sort of man would he be to pass up an opportunity like this ? The Orion did not plan to obtain out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzy hips and squatting down to formally bring in himself to the domain he 'd be spending the next little while.

With a exclusive snuff, the huntsman decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of cleaning woman he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the fantastic treatment before. His tongue may not induce been anywhere near as great or as coarse-textured as her own, but the huntsman brought new traits to the mesa that the bear would likely possess never experienced, a soft glossy knife, and knowledge on how to put it to effective use. His tongue explored the opening of the bears juicy slit and he was surprised to happen 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 Sir Thomas More just because it was form of fun. Planting one hold up lenify buss on her puffy, twitching kitty, the hunter stood, his appendage was once again at full mast and he was quick to take the plunge into the wildest report he would ever drunkenly tell his friend, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick prayer and a curing of declaration, the man stepped forward, plunging ten buddy-buddy inches of man core cryptical into warm, crocked bear kitty-cat and letting out a mysterious moan as he did so. He could never give imagined that anything could ever finger this right, he had been with `` Virgo '' who were nowhere near this tight. The crocked pussy he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of garden pink flesh that he was currently balls deep 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 consequence of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the drumhead of his tool was still inside, and then with all his force play he slammed his hips forward once more, his globe slapping against the downlike under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfied, gratifying groan. It sounded somewhat like a growling, but he could experience that there was more passion to it than any he had heard before.

The delight was indescribable, and before tenacious it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his pelvic arch to the musical rhythm of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the Hunter pounded his pelvic girdle against the bears rump, his fatheaded turncock burying and removing itself from her taut twat as he did so. had he not cum only minute of arc ago he would surely have already done so from the tightness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his shaft, desperately trying to milk his load into her womb, and the hunter did n't deliver the bosom or forbearance 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 wild animal desperately trying to breed a squawk in heat. The delight was draining his toughness, but his pelvis would not commit out, his ramification on the former hand struggled to keep up, the Hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly buff and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to sustain his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the basis to work as leverage for his thrusting. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the position of her look resting on the ground and her long knife was unfurled in straw man of her like a red carpeting, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the smell on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown banal of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rear, now laying on the basis and allowing the huntsman to kneel instead of standing. She moaned and groaned, growling in an almost adorable way as the man continued to roll in the hay his way to orgasm. He could now feel his balls swelling with another freight, they felt mean and leaden like he had n't cum in a calendar month, despite having done so only a short while ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his midst, throbbing peter, he could tell that she too was close to the edge, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the hunter doubled down his travail and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of arduous clod on moist fur echoed through the forest as the hunter put in his work. gluey juices oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunting watch ravished her, a small pool pooling on the flooring beneath them, moistening the dirt and allowing the hunting watch to inter his stifle deep into the dirt to give him upper limit strength and speed in his stab. Pressing his facial expression against her bleary back and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his tool, the bear growled in pleasure as she reached a powerful orgasm from the continuous throb of the man pushing his midst, hot cum bass inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her uterus, had the man also been a bear impregnation would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his trunk as he poured shot after blastoff of cum into the bears tight pussycat and his pumping slowed to a freeze. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid shaft slowly pulled out of her cunt, and with it a stream of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the piss beneath them to mix with the early fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, well-chosen, and spent. For a moment the hunter did the Lapp, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for various minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinct flavor that he might have to come back to this neck of the woods for another visit very soon .