The hunter had tracked this have halfway across the forest, almost a good 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 font. With a weighty sigh the hunter rests his back against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these forests belonged to her long before the family unit got here, as far as he could see she had done zilch wrong, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange brightness 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 farewell, there was no other dodging, there would soon come the metre that the two would see, and decision would have to be made. A irksome snap echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the font of the animate being he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the dull radiance of the setting sun provided poor visibleness for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more disturbance than just wet snapping of branches under heavy stand mitt. Trying to focalize on the bear 's tail and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat opened space with a clear view of the trace, he raised his rifle, and with the point of the Ursus arctos horribilis shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear corps hitting the forest floor he heard the ricochet of heater against rock. Having allowed his headlong guesswork and inadequate visibleness to get the in force of him the hunting watch now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not have it off it 's. Another snapping speech sound from somewhere behind him, far too finish for comfort, this was the end, but he would at least try to fight his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could rally powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and spin on his heals to face the beast, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant blurry hand raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the full force of her stand shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a Tree, and in an heartbeat, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shooting through the hunters'head, throbbing like a headache, but so much Thomas More intense. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the pain began to lessen very quickly. In its place the pain was replaced with an odd opinion, almost like pleasure, but somewhat more .... coarse ? It was an odd look, and for a instant the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the read/write head pain and the duskiness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to relish this strangely enjoyable whiz. Almost a entire minute passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his idea now cleared to the point of remembering the inside information leading up to his current post. He remembered the forest, the walk, the bear, and then he remembered the scramble and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his centre slowly he could see a vauntingly contour directly in front of him, he was laying on the priming coat, his point was against a tree and his consistency was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his pes, or his legs, or anything below his waistline, just a with child brown pile of ... fur ... His center opened extensive and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's big paws holding down the hunters'abdomen and legs, while a yearn, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly erect cock. He was stunned into secretiveness, both by the spot and how good it felt.

The hunter stifled his groan, 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 character he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sort of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a foot long ... the hunter always found fleshly facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly suppose to himself `` in what situation would you ever need to make love this ? How would that even be virtual ? '' Well the Hunter sure felt stupid now, because the foot-long glossa was now coiled around his own somewhat telling 10 in of man centre and he was having to bite his own tongue to block up himself from shooting the heaviest consignment of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His mitt gripped the dirt and supergrass by his sides and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf tart who really needed a new purse. For a present moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his heart stopped, the mentation that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its unwritten body of work. He knew that the bear was aware he was both alive and awake, so what was its motivation for this doings ? With an hearable moan the hunter gave in to the pleasure and let go of all logical thinking, he sank into the turd 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 direct the bears movements and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her brain up and down the Hunter now realised that due to the length of her maw and astuteness of her sass the Orion could fit the all length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease without causing any uncomfortableness to anyone. So, he did just that, with both his hands on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her head down his shaft until her nose rest against his pubis, all the piece she continued to cream and stroke his head and dick with her long, slippy tongue. On affair that tongue would emerge from the bears lips and run over the hunters'heavy orchis which were on the brink of dropping a huge load. The bear had rolled onto its position 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 of the moonlight and the stars which had shifted overhead while the huntsman was out. He did n't know what compelled him, but the huntsman could n't help but reach over and dip his indicant fingerbreadth 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 slit he seemed to get a desirable one, in that the bear would slow its own trend and would periodically close her eyes as if to savour the feeling. The Orion took this as a compliment and as he could sense his kickoff load construction and ready to loose, he decided to slither a instant finger into the bear, causing a cascade of slick down fluids to stream from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting ready to blow his load any second now, at the same time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's finger, her vaginal paries 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 fingers in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting pressure on her fresh touch. His balls tightened up and his pecker throbbed in the rima oris of his grizzly partner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her clapper milking his gibe as the hunter shot a pent-up consignment of hot cum up into the bears mouth with outstanding personnel. Closing its oral fissure over the Base of the Orion throbbing peter the bear drank his source like an overflowing outflow, he could get a line an audible swig from the bear as she swallowed his duncical cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering sexual climax, the the likes of of which she had never experienced.

With the unconvincing pair left panting and spent, there was an awkward and somewhat unsettling feeling setting in to the hunting watch. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about time that he made a speedy escape, before she decided to eat More than just his seed. As he began to stand and glance over the area for his bloomers the Hunter noticed the bear was on all four before him, her face close to the dirt, and her ass raised in high spirits 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 filament of stimulation into the Hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the profound load of his stallion life into that warm, wet bear pharynx. What kind of man would he be to egest up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not plan to obtain out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzy pelvic girdle and squatting down to formally insert himself to the expanse he 'd be spending the future little while.

With a single snuff, the Hunter decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her rear for the fantastic treatment before. His tongue may not have been anywhere near as gravid or as textured as her own, but the hunter brought new traits to the board that the bear would likely have never experienced, a cushy slip tongue, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His tongue explored the opening of the bears juicy twat and he was surprised to come up 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 osculation on her puffy, twitching twat, the hunter stood, his appendage was once again at full mast and he was ready to take the plunge into the idle chronicle he would ever drunkenly separate his friend, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick prayer and a solidifying of resolve, the man stepped forward, plunging ten dense in of man pith cryptical into warm, besotted bear pussy and letting out a recondite moan as he did so. He could never give birth imagined that anything could ever find this good, he had been with `` virgin '' who were nowhere near this tight. The tightest puss he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink chassis that he was currently balls inscrutable in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a mo to appropriate both himself and her to get accustomed to the tactual sensation. After a few bit of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the heading of his shot was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his hips forward once more, his balls slapping against the fluffy 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 passion to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was unspeakable, and before long it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his hips to the rhythm of his ever-increasing flash. Like a jack-hammer the hunting watch pounded his pelvis against the bears rump, his thick cock 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 tightness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his cock, desperately trying to milk his onus into her womb, and the huntsman did n't cause the fondness or solitaire to try and excuse that his seed 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. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his hips would not give out, his ramification on the other hand struggled to keep up, the hunting watch leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly fan and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was unattackable enough to confirm his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to turn as leverage for his thrusts. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the slope of her aspect resting on the ground and her farseeing clapper was unfurled in front line of her like a red rug, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the look on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown wear of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rear, now laying on the footing and allowing the hunter to kneel instead of standing. She moaned and groaned, growling in an almost adorable way as the man continued to have a go at it his way to orgasm. He could now experience his balls swelling with another lode, they felt squiffy and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a dead patch ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing ray, he could tell that she too was close 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 great 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 floor beneath them, moistening the filth and allowing the hunting watch to bury his knees deep into the dirt to ease up him maximal forte and speed in his thrusts. Pressing his boldness against her bleary spinal column 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 climax from the uninterrupted throb of the man pushing his thick, hot cum abstruse inside her twat, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her uterus, had the man also been a abide impregnation would have been a definite success. The durability drained fast from his trunk as he poured shot after shot of cum into the bears tight pussy and his pumping slowed to a hitch. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid turncock slowly pulled out of her cunt, and with it a stream of hot cum flowed down her wet fur and into the spend a penny beneath them to mix with the former fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a moment the Orion did the Lapp, enjoying the afterglow with his fellow for various minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to refinement, though he had a distinct touch that he might have to come back to this neck of the woods for another visit very soon .