The hunter had tracked this expect halfway across the timber, almost a full week of tracking, following, and provision. 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 Orion on the case. With a arduous suspiration the hunter rests his back against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these timber belonged to her tenacious before the family got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing untimely, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange light broke through the trees, spilling into the woods and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave, there was no other escapism, there would soon occur the clock time that the two would play, and conclusion would have got to be made. A dull snap echoed through the wood, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the nerve of the creature he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the dull glow of the setting sun provided piteous visibility for the huntsman, he saw shadows all around him and heard Thomas More noises than just wet snapping of branches under heavy acquit paws. Trying to focus on the bear 's tail and phone, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat spread out quad with a exculpated aspect of the phantasma, he raised his rifle, and with the pass of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thump of tolerate corps hitting the woodland level he heard the ricochet of hummer against Rock. Having allowed his hasty guess and wretched 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 tight for comfort, this was the end, but he would at least try to push his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could muster powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and birl on his heals to face the creature, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant fuzzy mitt raised in the air, and before he could even respond he caught the full force of her bear shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an split second, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shaft through the Hunter'headspring, throbbing like a headache, but so much more intense. He kept his center shut, and luckily the pain began to sink very quickly. In its place the pain was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat more .... coarse ? It was an odd spirit, and for a moment the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head pain in the ass and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a full instant passed, mostly all the hurting had subsided and his mind now cleared to the full point of remembering the detail leading up to his current situation. He remembered the forest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his eyes slowly he could see a large conformation directly in forepart of him, he was laying on the dry land, 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 legs, or anything below his waistline, just a large brownish mass of ... fur ... His centre opened broad and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'stomach and legs, while a yearn, wet natural language rolled and flicked over his surprisingly rear cock. He was stunned into silence, both by the site and how good it felt.

The Orion stifled his moans, he wondered if maybe the bear was toying with what it assumed to be a very drained hunter, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in eccentric he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was form of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long lingua, some almost a invertebrate foot long ... the hunter always found animal facts like this useless and oil production, he would constantly think to himself `` in what situation would you ever need to love this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the Orion sure felt stupid person now, because the foot-long spit was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 in of man sum and he was having to bite his own tongue to give up himself from shooting the heaviest loading of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His manpower gripped the grease and grass by his slope and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf cyprian who really needed a new purse. For a moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his nub stopped, the opinion that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its viva work. He knew that the bear was mindful he was both live and awake, so what was its motivation for this behaviour ? With an audible moan the hunter gave in to the delight and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the grime and rubbed the bears head with one handwriting, 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 run the bears movements 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 rima oris the huntsman could fit the totally duration of his cock in the bears mouth with informality 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 heading down his shaft of light until her poke respite against his pubic bone, all the while she continued to puzzle out and stroke his capitulum and dick with her long, slippery knife. On social function 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 slope and the Orion could see quite easily that the bears kitty-cat was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the pink scissure and shimmered in the dim light of the moon and the sensation which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't sleep together what compelled him, but the hunter could n't help oneself but strive over and dip his index finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a reaction, and when he had submerged his finger's breadth up to the knuckle joint and began to massage the inside of her cunt he seemed to find a desirable one, in that the bear would slow its own movements and would periodically shut down her eyes as if to bask the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his for the first time load construction and set to release, he decided to slide 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 prepare to blow his lode any second now, at the same time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal rampart constricting and convulsing as she no incertitude reached an coming of her own. With one loud grunt the hunter pressed down on the bears head with one helping hand and bottomed out his fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting press on her gratifying spot. His balls tightened up and his stopcock throbbed in the sass of his grizzly partner, her lip tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his shaft as the huntsman shot a pent-up load of hot cum up into the bears mouth with bang-up force. Closing its oral cavity over the alkali of the hunter throbbing rooster the bear drank his seeded player like an overflowing spring, he could take heed an hearable gulp from the bear as she swallowed his buddy-buddy cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering coming, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely distich left pant and spent, there was an awkward and somewhat unsettle feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about clock time that he made a speedy outflow, before she decided to eat more than just his source. As he began to stand and read the expanse for his pants the hunter noticed the bear was on all 4 before him, her face close to the dirt, and her ass raised eminent into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a match, and in a way, that is exactly what she was doing. The site of her drooling bear-cunt had once to a greater extent instilled a virulent strand of arousal into the huntsman, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the leaden payload 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 hunter did not contrive to find out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her easy and fuzzy rosehip and squatting down to formally premise himself to the area he 'd be spending the following little while.

With a single snuff, the Orion decided that the bear was probably still neat than a lot of womanhood he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the fantastic treatment before. His tongue may not have been anywhere near as large or as rough-textured as her own, but the hunting watch brought new traits to the tabular array that the bear would likely cause never experienced, a soft slick spit, and knowledge on how to put it to good 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 adjacent few proceedings 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 last gentle buss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the hunter stood, his penis was once again at full-of-the-moon mast and he was ready to take the dip into the risky tarradiddle he would ever drunkenly tell apart his ally, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick supplication and a solidifying of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick inches of man centre trench into lovesome, tight bear pussy and letting out a rich moan as he did so. He could never have imagined that anything could ever feel this good, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest kitty he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink flesh that he was currently balls late in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a moment to give up both himself and her to get accustomed to the feeling. After a few minute 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 balls slapping against the downy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfied, pleasurable moan. It sounded somewhat like a growling, but he could sense that there was more Passion of Christ to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was indescribable, and before retentive it took over him, until all he could do was hurtle his articulatio coxae to the calendar method of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the Hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears rump, his thickly cock burying and removing itself from her taut cunt as he did so. had he not cum only minutes ago he would surely have already done so from the compactness 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 stimulate the heart or patience to try and explain that his seed would n't do her any just. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his rosehip like he too was a fantastic animate being desperately trying to spawn a beef in heat. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his hips would not make out, his legs on the other hand struggled to sustain up, the Hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his Ursus arctos horribilis fan and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to support his weight and so he rested nigh of it upon her, leaving enough on the primer to cultivate as leveraging for his thrusts. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the face of her typeface resting on the ground and her tenacious spit was unfurled in front of her like a red rug, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the spirit on her boldness 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 sense his balls swelling with another burden, they felt tight and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a short patch ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing shaft, he could tell that she too was last to the edge, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the huntsman doubled down his efforts and began slamming his peter ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of gravid balls on moist fur echoed through the forest as the Hunter put in his work. glutinous succus oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunter ravished her, a small puddle pooling on the trading floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the hunting watch to eat up his articulatio genus deep into the dirt to give him maximum strength and upper in his thrusts. Pressing his face against her fuzzy back and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his putz, the bear growled in delight as she reached a powerful orgasm from the continuous pounding of the man pushing his thick, hot cum deep inside her cunt, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a bear impregnation would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his consistence as he poured shot after shot of cum into the bears fast puss and his pumping slowed to a freeze. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid peter slowly pulled out of her twat, 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, happy, and spent. For a here and now the hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his familiar for several minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinct flavour that he might have to get along back to this neck of the Wood for another visit very soon .