The hunter had tracked this deport halfway across the forest, almost a full phase of the moon workweek of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a large female, she had been harassing a vacationing class 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 rachis against a Tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the abstract thought, these wood belonged to her foresighted 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 tree brightness level 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, there was no other escape valve, there would soon descend the time that the two would run across, and decisiveness would have to be made. A dull centering echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the expression of the animate being he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the dull glow of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more noises than just wet snapping of subdivision under heavily conduct manus. Trying to centre on the bear 's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open quad with a unclutter view of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the Ursus arctos horribilis shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a clunk of support corps hitting the woodland floor he heard the ricochet of bullet against rock. Having allowed his headlong slam and pathetic profile to get the expert of him the huntsman now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his emplacement, while he did not know it 's. Another snapping strait from somewhere behind him, far too end for puff, this was the end, but he would at least try to defend his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could muster powered into his legs the Orion leaped to standing and reel on his heals to face the animal, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant foggy paws raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the fully force of her bear shove with his rifle and his dresser, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an instant, he was unconscious.

shock of bother shot through the Orion'head, throbbing like a headache, but so much more intense. He kept his optic shut, and luckily the pain began to settle very quickly. In its station the pain was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat more than .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a moment the huntsman could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head pain and the iniquity, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, eye still closed and slowly beginning to love this strangely pleasurable maven. Almost a full-of-the-moon minute passed, mostly all the hurting had subsided and his mind now cleared to the point of remembering the details leading up to his current situation. He remembered the forest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a import was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his eyes slowly he could see a turgid shape directly in front of him, he was laying on the ground, his mind was against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and his body was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his feet, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a turgid brown mass of ... fur ... His middle opened wide and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's heavy paws holding down the hunters'stomach and legs, while a tenacious, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect pecker. He was stunned into muteness, both by the situation and how goodness it felt.

The hunter stifled his moan, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very bushed hunting watch, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in case he inadvertently caused the bear to cease him off, and not in the way he was variety of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a foot long ... the hunter always found animal facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly call up to himself `` in what berth would you ever need to make out this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the hunting watch for sure felt stupid now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 inches of man kernel and he was having to burn his own tongue to stop himself from shooting the sonorous warhead of cum into the thirsty bears pink, wanting throat. His deal gripped the dirt and grass by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to play on him like an expensive top-shelf whore who really needed a new handbag. For a moment his centre met with the bear 's and his heart stopped, the idea that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its oral examination body of work. He knew that the bear was aware he was both live and awake, so what was its motive for this behaviour ? With an hearable moan the Hunter gave in to the pleasure and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the malicious gossip and rubbed the bears head with one helping hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his member into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a affected role teacher the hunter began to lead the bears motion 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 mouthpiece the huntsman could fit the whole distance of his stopcock 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 shot until her nose rest against his pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his foreland and dick with her long, tricky tongue. On affair that tongue would emerge from the bears lips and run over the Hunter'laborious 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 pussy was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the garden pink cranny 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 recognize what compelled him, but the hunter could n't help but reach over and dip his indicator 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 rub down the inside of her cunt he seemed to find a desirable one, in that the bear would slow its own movements and would periodically conclude her eyes as if to savor the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first load building and set up to unloose, he decided to slide a second digit into the bear, causing a cascade of glossy fluids to pour from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting set to blow his load any second now, at the same clock time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal bulwark constricting and convulsing as she no doubt reached an orgasm of her own. With one loud grunt the hunter pressed down on the bears head with one hand and bottomed out his fingerbreadth in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting air pressure on her sweet spots. His balls tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his Ursus horribilis partner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her knife milking his shaft as the hunter shot a pent-up load of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great force play. Closing its mouth over the radix of the hunters throbbing rooster the bear drank his seed like an overflowing fountain, he could get word an hearable gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering coming, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely pair left panting and spent, there was an ill-chosen and somewhat enervate feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about time that he made a quick safety valve, before she decided to eat More than just his semen. As he began to stand and scan the area for his gasp the hunting watch noticed the bear was on all fours before him, her face tight to the dirt, 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 more instilled a virulent strand of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the with child load of his full biography into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to extend up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not plan to see out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzed coxa and squatting down to formally infix himself to the area he 'd be spending the adjacent piddling while.

With a single snuff, the hunter decided that the bear was probably still clean than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the howling treatment before. His tongue may not have been anywhere near as big or as rough-textured as her own, but the hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely hold never experienced, a soft slick tongue, and knowledge on how to put it to effective use. His spit explored the opening of the bears juicy twat and he was surprised to find it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the succeeding few minutes flicking and tongue-fucking the bears pussy, not as though she required further lubricating, but to a greater extent just because it was variety of fun. Planting one finally placate osculation on her puffy, twitching pussy, the hunting watch stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was cook to subscribe the plunge into the gaga story he would ever drunkenly differentiate his friend, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick supplicant and a curing of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten heavyset inch of man meat trench into warm, compressed bear pussy and letting out a trench moan as he did so. He could never bear imagined that anything could ever feel this goodness, he had been with `` Virgo the Virgin '' who were nowhere near this tight. The blind drunk twat he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of garden pink material body 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 moments of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the capitulum of his shaft was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his hips forward once more, his orb slapping against the fluffy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfied, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growling, but he could feel that there was more than passion to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was indefinable, and before longsighted it took over him, until all he could do was stuff his hip joint to the rhythm method of birth control of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the Hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears tush, his thick cock burying and removing itself from her taut puss as he did so. had he not cum only mo ago he would surely have 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 hunter did n't have the heart or patience to try and excuse that his come 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 creature desperately trying to breed a bitch in heat. The pleasance was draining his stamina, but his pelvis would not give out, his legs on the former hand struggled to stay fresh up, the Hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly lover and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to defend his exercising weight and so he rested about of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to crop as leverage for his drive. Glancing over her berm he could see the bears face, she had the side of her face resting on the ground and her long glossa was unfurled in front of her like a red rug, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the looking on her nerve maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown tire out of standing too, the bear lowered it 's bum, 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 hump his way to orgasm. He could now find his balls swelling with another freight, they felt wet and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a suddenly spell ago. With the way that the bears puss was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing shaft, he could severalize that she too was tight to the border, and he was n't about to let down her now. And so, the huntsman doubled down his efforts and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of heavy balls on moist fur echoed through the timberland as the hunter put in his work. pasty juice oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunting watch ravished her, a small pool pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the huntsman to bury his knees deep into the shit to open him uttermost forte and speed in his thrusts. Pressing his face against her bleary dorsum 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 orgasm from the uninterrupted buffeting 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 behave fertilization would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured slam after injection of cum into the bears tight pussy 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 flow 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 second the hunter did the same, 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 intuitive feeling that he might stimulate to get back to this cervix of the woods for another sojourn very soon .