The hunter had tracked this hold halfway across the forest, almost a full phase of the moon hebdomad of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a prominent female, she had been harassing a vacationing kin 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 timberland belonged to her long before the home got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing 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 early safety valve, there would soon come the clip that the two would play, and conclusion would stimulate to be made. A leaden snap echoed through the wood, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the side of the creature he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock'n'roll, the muted glow of the setting sun provided piteous visibility for the huntsman, he saw shadows all around him and heard to a greater extent randomness than just wet snapping of ramification under heavy bear paws. Trying to focus on the bear 's darkness and audio, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat capable blank space with a clear panorama of the tincture, he raised his rifle, and with the principal of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of stand corps hitting the forest floor he heard the carom of smoke against Rock. Having allowed his hasty shot and piteous profile to get the serious of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his perspective, while he did not cognize it 's. Another snapping audio from somewhere behind him, far too close 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 hunter leaped to standing and spun on his heals to present the animal, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant hazy mitt raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the wax force of her bear shove with his rifle and his breast, throwing him backwards into a Tree, and in an blink of an eye, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shot through the hunters'head, throbbing like a head ache, but so much Thomas More intense. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the pain began to subside very quickly. In its station the pain was replaced with an odd flavor, almost like delight, but somewhat More .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a mo the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the school principal pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, centre still closed and slowly beginning to savour this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a full hour passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his judgment now cleared to the compass point of remembering the point leading up to his flow situation. He remembered the timberland, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the Dutch hoe and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his heart slowly he could see a large shape directly in front of him, he was laying on the soil, his mind was against a tree diagram and his consistence was stretched out in battlefront of him, but he could not see his feet, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a expectant brown masses of ... fur ... His eyes opened extensive and when his imagination cleared he saw the bear, it 's magnanimous paws holding down the Orion'tum and legs, while a farsighted, wet lingua rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect rooster. He was stunned into muteness, both by the billet and how undecomposed it felt.

The hunter stifled his moan, 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 case he inadvertently caused the bear to polish off him off, and not in the way he was sort of hoping for. All coinage of bear have notoriously long tongue, some almost a foot long ... the hunter always found animal facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly retrieve to himself `` in what billet would you ever need to love this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the hunter sure felt pillock now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 inches of man essence and he was having to bite his own spit to stop himself from shooting the heaviest load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting pharynx. His hands gripped the dirt and green goddess by his sides 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 moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his warmheartedness 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 aware he was both animated 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 reasoning, he sank into the dirt and rubbed the bears head with one helping hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his phallus into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a patient role teacher the hunter began to chair the bears movements and she willingly accepted his stimulant. Bobbing her head up and down the hunter now realised that due to the distance of her maw and astuteness of her mouth the hunter could fit the unhurt length of his cock in the bears mouth with easiness 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 capitulum down his dig until her nose rest against his os pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his point and shaft with her tenacious, slippery knife. On occasion that tongue would emerge from the bears lips and run over the hunting watch'heavy balls which were on the sceptre of dropping a immense warhead. The bear had rolled onto its side and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears twat was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the garden pink crevice and shimmered in the dim light source 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 get hold of over and dip his index finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a chemical reaction, and when he had submerged his finger up to the metacarpophalangeal joint and began to massage the inside of her cunt he seemed to find a desirable one, in that the bear would retard its own crusade and would periodically close her heart as if to taste the impression. The Orion took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first off load building and ready to give up, he decided to skid a s 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 cargo any second now, at the same 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 oink the hunter pressed down on the bears head with one hand and bottomed out his finger's breadth in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting pressure level on her sweet spots. His orb tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his grizzly better half, her mouth tightened up slightly, her clapper milking his shaft as the hunter shot a pent-up lode of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great force. Closing its rima oris over the base of the Hunter throbbing pecker the bear drank his seed like an overflowing fountain, he could hear an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his deep cum happily, her eubstance shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the the like of which she had never experienced.

With the unconvincing pair left heaving and spent, there was an awkward and somewhat enervate feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about prison term that he made a speedy escape, before she decided to eat More than just his seed. As he began to resist and run down the area for his pants the hunter noticed the bear was on all quartet before him, her face close to the soil, and her ass raised high up 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 vitriolic fibril of rousing into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest load of his integral spirit into that warm, wet bear pharynx. What kind of man would he be to pass up an chance like this ? The Orion did not design to find out, he moved with conclusion and intent towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzy articulatio coxae and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the next minuscule while.

With a single snuff, the Hunter decided that the bear was probably still clear than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her dorsum for the fantastic intervention before. His glossa may not throw 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 experience never experienced, a soft slick tongue, and knowledge on how to put it to dependable use. His tongue explored the opening of the bears juicy slit and he was surprised to find it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the next few minute of arc flicking and tongue-fucking the bears pussy, not as though she required further lubricating, but More just because it was variety of fun. Planting one hold out patrician osculation on her puffy, twitching pussy, the Hunter stood, his member was once again at broad mast and he was quick to select the plunge into the wildest level he would ever drunkenly tell his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a agile petition and a solidifying of resolve, the man stepped forward, plunging ten duncish inches of man nitty-gritty deep into warm, plastered bear kitty-cat and letting out a deep groan as he did so. He could never experience imagined that anything could ever experience this skilful, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest pussy he had ever fucked now felt like opening a windowpane and fucking the nighttime itself compared to this heavenly vice of pinko shape that he was currently balls cryptic 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 head of his shaft was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his hips forward once more, his bollock slapping against the fluffy 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 delight was unspeakable, and before long it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his pelvic arch to the beat of his ever-increasing New York minute. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvic girdle against the bears tail end, his compact tool burial and removing itself from her taut cunt as he did so. had he not cum only minutes ago he would surely birth already done so from the density alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his shaft, desperately trying to milk his payload into her uterus, and the Orion did n't have the heart or solitaire to try and explicate that his cum would n't do her any thoroughly. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his hip like he too was a tempestuous beast desperately trying to breed a bitch in passion. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his rosehip would not give out, his legs on the other hand struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly lover and hugging her tightly for keep, as a bear he knew she was stiff enough to support his exercising weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the solid ground to work as leverage for his thrusts. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the side of her aspect resting on the flat coat and her tenacious tongue was unfurled in front of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the flavour on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown jade 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 load, they felt tight and heavy like he had n't cum in a calendar month, despite having done so only a scant while ago. With the way that the bears kitty-cat was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing shaft, he could tell that she too was penny-pinching to the edge, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the hunter doubled down his efforts and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of punishing balls on moist fur echoed through the forest as the hunter put in his workplace. steamy succus oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the huntsman ravished her, a minuscule puddle pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the hunting watch to lay to rest his knees deep into the dirt to give him maximum strong suit and speed in his thrust. Pressing his font against her foggy 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 powerful climax from the continuous pounding of the man pushing his midst, hot cum recondite inside her puss, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her uterus, had the man also been a stick out fertilisation would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured dig after shot of cum into the bears soused kitty-cat and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a bit he remained still, his now flaccid putz slowly pulled out of her cunt, and with it a stream of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the addle beneath them to mix with the early fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a present moment 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 feeling that he might have to get along back to this neck of the woods for another sojourn very soon .