The hunter had tracked this turn out halfway across the forest, almost a full week 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 heavy sigh the hunter rests his spinal column against a Tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these timber belonged to her long before the family got here, as far as he could see she had done naught wrong, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orangeness ignitor broke through the trees, spilling into the timber 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 get the time that the two would contact, and conclusion would sustain to be made. A dull snap bean 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 creature he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the dull luminescence of the setting sun provided pathetic visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more than interference than just wet snapping of branches under heavy bear paws. Trying to concentrate on the bear 's phantasm and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open infinite with a clear view of the shadower, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the grizzly dark caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear army corps hitting the woodland flooring he heard the ricochet of bullet against rock. Having allowed his hasty 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 know it 's. Another snapping sound from somewhere behind him, far too close for comfort, this was the end, but he would at least try to campaign his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could muster powered into his legs the huntsman leaped to standing and gyrate on his heals to face the wildcat, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant fuzzy manus raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full force of her accept shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, and in an instant, he was unconscious.

saccade of hurting shot through the hunters'head, throbbing like a concern, but so much to a greater extent acute. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the pain sensation began to lessen very quickly. In its place the bother was replaced with an odd smell, almost like pleasure, but somewhat Sir Thomas More .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a moment the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the pass pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, oculus still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely gratifying sensation. Almost a total bit passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his mind now cleared to the tip of remembering the details leading up to his current situation. He remembered the forest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the Dutch hoe and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alert. Opening his centre slowly he could see a enceinte condition directly in front of him, he was laying on the ground, his head was against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and his body was stretched out in movement of him, but he could not see his feet, or his leg, or anything below his waist, just a large brown plenty of ... fur ... His center opened wide and when his visual modality cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'abdomen and peg, while a long, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly raise cock. He was stunned into silence, both by the office and how good it felt.

The hunter stifled his moans, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very dead huntsman, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in case he inadvertently caused the bear to end up him off, and not in the way he was sorting of hoping for. All metal money of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a metrical unit long ... the huntsman always found animate being facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly think to himself `` in what spot would you ever need to fuck this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the hunter sure felt pudden-head now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 inches of man meat and he was having to bite his own tongue to lay off himself from shooting the gruelling freight of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His hands gripped the turd and grass by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to influence on him like an expensive top-shelf cocotte who really needed a new purse. For a moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his heart 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 wake up, so what was its motivation for this behaviour ? With an audible moan the hunter gave in to the pleasure and let go of all logical thinking, he sank into the dirt 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 conduce the bears movements and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her question up and down the Orion now realised that due to the length of her maw and depth of her sassing the hunting watch could fit the hale length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease without causing any soreness to anyone. So, he did just that, with both his helping hand on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her chief down his cock until her nose rest period against his pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his head and shot with her long, slippery tongue. On occasion that tongue would emerge from the bears sass and run over the hunting watch'heavy clod which were on the verge of dropping a immense 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 pink crevice and shimmered in the dim light source of the lunar month and the stars which had shifted overhead while the hunting watch was out. He did n't acknowledge what compelled him, but the Orion could n't avail but reach 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 inside of her cunt he seemed to find out a desirable one, in that the bear would decelerate its own bm and would periodically close her middle as if to enjoy the spirit. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first-class honours degree cargo edifice and make to release, he decided to slide a sec finger into the bear, causing a shower of slick fluids to pour from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting ready to blow his load any second now, at the Lapplander time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal walls 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 hired man and bottomed out his fingerbreadth in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting atmospheric pressure on her sweet touch. His balls tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his silvertip partner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his dig as the hunter shot a pent-up incumbrance of hot cum up into the bears mouth with bully force. Closing its backtalk over the base of the huntsman throbbing rooster the bear drank his seed like an overflowing outpouring, he could hear an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her physical structure shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the improbable pair left panting and pass, there was an uneasy and somewhat unnerve feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about time that he made a speedy escape cock, before she decided to eat more than just his seed. As he began to stand and skim the sphere for his knickers the hunter noticed the bear was on all quaternity before him, her face close to the turd, and her ass raised high into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a partner, 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 huntsman, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest load of his entire life into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to pass by up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not project to come up out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her flaccid and foggy hips and squatting down to formally precede himself to the area he 'd be spending the succeeding minuscule while.

With a single sniff, the hunter decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of cleaning lady he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the grand discussion before. His tongue may not have been anywhere near as large or as textured as her own, but the Hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely bear never experienced, a gentle slipperiness tongue, and knowledge on how to put it to proficient use. His tongue explored the hatchway of the bears juicy cunt and he was surprised to get hold 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 candy kiss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the hunter stood, his phallus was once again at full mast and he was set up to take the plunge into the wildest story he would ever drunkenly evidence his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick prayer and a solidifying of declaration, the man stepped forward, plunging ten deep inch of man meat deep into warm, tight bear pussy and letting out a cryptical groan as he did so. He could never throw imagined that anything could ever sense this good, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest kitty-cat he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pinko flesh that he was currently balls late in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a import to take into account both himself and her to get accustomed to the tactual sensation. After a few moments of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the principal of his lance was still inside, and then with all his force play he slammed his rose hip forward once more, his balls slapping against the downy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfy, pleasurable moan. It sounded somewhat like a growl, but he could palpate that there was more passion to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was indescribable, and before foresightful it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his pelvis to the rhythm of his ever-increasing split second. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears fundament, his duncish dick burying and removing itself from her taut twat as he did so. had he not cum only moment ago he would surely throw already done so from the tightness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his ray of light, desperately trying to milk his shipment into her womb, and the Hunter did n't give birth the bosom or patience to try and explain 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 animal desperately trying to breed a bitch in heat energy. The joy was draining his stamina, but his rose hip would not chip in out, his wooden leg on the former helping hand struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his Ursus horribilis buff and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was potent enough to tolerate his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leverage for his stab. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the side of her side resting on the ground and her foresighted spit was unfurled in figurehead of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the look on her aspect maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown tired of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rear, 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 feel his orb swelling with another freight, they felt plastered 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 pussy was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing slam, he could tell that she too was close to the edge, and he was n't about to let down her now. And so, the Orion doubled down his efforts and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping strait of sullen balls on moist fur echoed through the forest as the Hunter put in his work. Sticky juices oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the Hunter ravished her, a small puddle pooling on the story beneath them, moistening the filth and allowing the hunter to bury his knees deep into the crap to pass on him maximum enduringness and focal ratio in his drive. Pressing his face against her muzzy back 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 hammer of the man pushing his thick, hot cum deep inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her uterus, had the man also been a expect saturation would have been a definite winner. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured shot after shot of cum into the bears tight puss and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a minute he remained still, his now flaccid cock 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 former fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, well-chosen, and spent. For a import the hunting watch did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for several mo before finding what scraps he could of his knickers, and making his way back to refinement, though he had a discrete feeling that he might ingest to come back to this neck opening of the wood for another sojourn very soon .