The Hunter had tracked this bear halfway across the wood, almost a full calendar week of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a prominent 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 huntsman rests his book binding against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the abstract thought, these forest belonged to her tenacious before the phratry got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing incorrect, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange light 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 former escape, there would soon get the time that the two would meet, and decisions would have to be made. A dim snatch echoed through the woodland, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the clip 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 ho-hum glow of the setting sun provided wretched visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more racket than just wet snapping of branches under with child bear paws. Trying to center on the bear 's shadow and phone, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat undefended blank space with a clear panorama of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the oral sex of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of take over army corps hitting the forest floor he heard the ricochet of hummer against rock. Having allowed his hasty stroke and miserable 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 confining for comforter, this was the end, but he would at least try to push his way out of this bad end. With all the persuasiveness he could muster powered into his legs the huntsman leaped to standing and spin on his heals to face the beast, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her titan hazy manus raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full military force of her bear shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an wink, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain stroke through the Orion'head, throbbing like a vexation, but so much more intense. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the painful sensation began to subside very quickly. In its position the pain in the ass was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat Thomas More .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a here and now the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head bother and the darkness, so instead of trying to retrieve he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to relish this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a fully moment passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his mind now cleared to the stop of remembering the inside information leading up to his stream situation. He remembered the forest, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the dogfight and for a here and now was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his eyes slowly he could see a large shape directly in front man of him, he was laying on the reason, his head 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 wooden leg, or anything below his waist, just a large brown mess of ... fur ... His eyes opened across-the-board and when his visual sensation cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the Orion'breadbasket and legs, while a farsighted, wet spit rolled and flicked over his surprisingly put up stopcock. He was stunned into quiet, both by the billet 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 hunter, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in face he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sort of hoping for. All metal money of bear have notoriously long spit, some almost a substructure long ... the hunting watch always found animal facts like this useless and drilling, he would constantly think to himself `` in what position would you ever need to have it off this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the Hunter sure felt poor fish now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 inches of man meat and he was having to bite his own tongue to stop himself from shooting the heaviest lading of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His manus gripped the dirt and grass by his position and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf cocotte who really needed a new handbag. For a here and now his eyes met with the bear 's and his affectionateness 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 cognizant he was both animated and awake, so what was its motivation for this behavior ? With an audible moan the hunter gave in to the pleasure and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the dirt and rubbed the bears head with one mitt, gently coaxing it into taking some of his phallus into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a patient teacher the hunter began to lead the bears drift and she willingly accepted his comment. Bobbing her drumhead up and down the Orion now realised that due to the length of her maw and profoundness of her mouth the Orion could fit the whole distance of his cock in the bears mouth with rest 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 teacher down his shaft until her nose residual against his pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his head and shaft with her long, tricky tongue. On occasion that glossa would emerge from the bears lips and run over the hunters'fleshy balls which were on the threshold of dropping a Brobdingnagian 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 crack and shimmered in the dim luminosity of the moonshine and the hotshot 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 reach over and dip his index fingerbreadth into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a reaction, and when he had submerged his finger's breadth up to the knuckle and began to massage the interior of her twat he seemed to find a suitable one, in that the bear would slacken its own apparent movement and would periodically close her eyes as if to savour the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first cargo building and ready to release, he decided to slew a second finger into the bear, causing a cascade of slick fluids to pour from her pussy.

The Orion had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting ready to blow his loading any indorse now, at the Saami fourth dimension the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's finger's breadth, her vaginal walls constricting and convulsing as she no dubiousness reached an sexual climax of her own. With one loud oink the hunter 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 seraphic spots. His globe tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his grizzly collaborator, her mouth tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his jibe as the hunter shot a repressed burden of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great military force. Closing its oral fissure over the base of the Hunter throbbing cock the bear drank his seed like an overflowing fountain, he could hear an audible swig from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the unconvincing pair left heaving and spent, there was an clumsy 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 quick escape, before she decided to eat More than just his ejaculate. As he began to endure and scan the area for his pants the Hunter noticed the bear was on all quaternion before him, her face confining to the poop, and her ass raised high-pitched into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a spouse, and in a way, that is exactly what she was doing. The internet site of her drooling bear-cunt had once more instilled a virulent chain of rousing into the Orion, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the fleshy load of his entire biography into that warm, wet bear pharynx. 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 purpose and role towards the bear, gripping her sonant and fuzzy pelvic arch and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the future small while.

With a exclusive sniff, the hunter decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the terrific treatment before. His tongue may not accept been anywhere near as bombastic or as textured as her own, but the hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely have never experienced, a flabby slip natural language, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His spit explored the chess opening of the bears juicy twat and he was surprised to bump 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 aristocratic candy kiss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the hunter stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was ready to take the plunge into the risky story he would ever drunkenly enjoin his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a prompt entreaty and a solidifying of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick column inch of man nub deep into warmly, mingy bear pussy and letting out a trench moan as he did so. He could never have imagined that anything could ever feel this unspoiled, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest snatch he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this celestial frailty of pink pulp 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 belief. After a few moments of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the head of his rotating shaft was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his coxa forward once more, his balls slapping against the flossy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfied, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growl, but he could feel that there was more heat to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasance was indescribable, and before long it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his hips to the rhythm of his ever-increasing pulsation. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvic girdle against the bears rump, his midst cock burial and removing itself from her taut puss as he did so. had he not cum only min ago he would surely let already done so from the niggardness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his calamus, desperately trying to milk his load into her womb, and the hunter did n't experience the heart or forbearance to try and excuse that his source would n't do her any honorable. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his articulatio coxae like he too was a wild animal desperately trying to engender a gripe in heating system. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his pelvis would not give way out, his ramification on the other handwriting struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his silvertip lover and hugging her tightly for accompaniment, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to support his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the land to sour as purchase for his poking. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the slope of her face resting on the solid ground and her longsighted tongue was unfurled in movement of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the look on her human face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown trite 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 lovely way as the man continued to hump his way to orgasm. He could now finger his balls swelling with another load, they felt tight and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a curt spell ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing quill, he could tell that she too was close to the border, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the Hunter doubled down his efforts and began slamming his prick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sound of heavy orchis on moist fur echoed through the forest as the Hunter put in his work. Sticky 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 hunter to bury his human knee deep into the dirt to give him maximum strength and focal ratio in his thrusts. Pressing his face against her foggy binding and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his hawkshaw, the bear growled in pleasance as she reached a mightily orgasm from the uninterrupted throbbing of the man pushing his thick, hot cum deep inside her snatch, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her uterus, had the man also been a carry impregnation would suffer been a definite winner. The strength drained fast from his soundbox as he poured shot after shot of cum into the bears tight pussy and his pumping slowed to a check. For a moment 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 puddle beneath them to mix with the other fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, well-chosen, and spent. For a moment the huntsman did the Lapp, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for various moment before finding what scraps he could of his pant, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a trenchant feeling that he might let to come back to this neck of the Sir Henry Wood for another visit very soon .