The hunter had tracked this bear halfway across the forest, almost a full hebdomad of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a magnanimous female, she had been harassing a vacationing fellowship at their cabin, enough so that they called in the sheriff to get a hunter on the slip. With a sullen sigh the Orion rests his back against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these forests belonged to her long before the menage got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing wrong, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange tree light broke through the trees, spilling into the timberland and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave-taking, there was no other outflow, there would soon come the metre that the two would contact, and decisions would have to be made. A dull snap echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the sentence that he finally got to see the font of the creature he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock music, the blunt glow of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the huntsman, he saw shadows all around him and heard More dissonance than just wet snapping of leg under heavy behave paws. Trying to focus on the bear 's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat loose space with a clear view of the phantasm, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of put up corps hitting the timberland floor he heard the carom of heater against rock 'n' roll. Having allowed his hasty shot and poor visibility to get the in effect of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his office, while he did not sleep with 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 agitate his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could summon powered into his legs the Orion leaped to standing and spun on his heals to confront the creature, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant fuzzed paws raised in the air, and before he could even respond he caught the full force of her accept shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an twinkling, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shot through the Hunter'head, throbbing like a vexation, but so much more intense. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the botheration began to lessen very quickly. In its stead the pain was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat Thomas More .... coarse ? It was an odd flavour, and for a moment the Orion could n't commemorate what had been happening prior to the head pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to think he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to relish this strangely pleasurable sensation. Almost a full arcminute passed, mostly all the pain had subsided and his mind now cleared to the compass point of remembering the inside information leading up to his current state of affairs. He remembered the forest, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the scuffle and for a moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his center slowly he could see a expectant configuration directly in front line of him, he was laying on the ground, his oral sex was against a tree diagram and his body was stretched out in front line of him, but he could not see his feet, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a expectant brownish mickle of ... fur ... His eyes opened wide and when his vision cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'stomach and branch, while a long, wet spit rolled and flicked over his surprisingly vertical cock. He was stunned into secrecy, both by the situation 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 bushed Hunter, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in case he inadvertently caused the bear to land up him off, and not in the way he was form of hoping for. All metal money of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a understructure long ... the hunter always found carnal facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly think to himself `` in what state of affairs would you ever need to know this ? How would that even be hardheaded ? '' Well the Hunter sure as shooting felt unintelligent now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 inch of man substance and he was having to bite his own knife to stop himself from shooting the lowering load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His hands gripped the grime and sens by his face and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf whore who really needed a new purse. For a moment his eyes met with the bear 's and his heart stopped, the thought that it was all over but the bear just broke the stare and went back to focussing on its viva workplace. He knew that the bear was aware he was both alive and awake, so what was its motivating for this behaviour ? With an audible groan the huntsman gave in to the pleasure and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the dirt and rubbed the bears head with one bridge player, gently coaxing it into taking some of his penis into its hot maw, which it seemed more than well-chosen to do.

Like a patient teacher the hunter began to take the bears movements and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her head up and down the hunter now realised that due to the distance of her maw and depth of her sassing the hunter could fit the whole length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease 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 chief down his beam of light until her nose relaxation against his pubis, all the piece she continued to lick and stroke his head and shaft with her long, slippery glossa. On juncture that tongue would emerge from the bears lip and run over the hunters'great balls which were on the verge of dropping a Brobdingnagian load. The bear had rolled onto its position and the Orion 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 moon and the wiz which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't fuck what compelled him, but the hunter could n't help 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 determine a desirable one, in that the bear would slow its own movements and would periodically close her oculus as if to savour the feeling. The Hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his beginning load construction and ready to exhaust, he decided to slue a second finger into the bear, causing a cascade of slick fluids to pour from her pussy.

The hunter had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting gear up to blow his load any second now, at the same meter the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal walls constricting and convulsing as she no doubt reached an sexual climax of her own. With one loud oink the hunter pressed down on the bears head with one manus and bottomed out his fingerbreadth in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting press on her sweetness post. His balls tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his Ursus arctos horribilis pardner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her spit milking his ray of light as the hunter shot a repressed load of hot cum up into the bears mouth with bang-up forcefulness. Closing its mouth over the base of the hunters throbbing turncock the bear drank his seed like an overflowing fountain, he could find out an hearable gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the the likes of of which she had never experienced.

With the unconvincing brace left panting and spent, there was an awkward and somewhat unsettling feeling setting in to the hunter. 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 seeded player. As he began to remain firm and scan the area for his gasp the Hunter noticed the bear was on all fours before him, her face near to the dirt, and her ass raised luxuriously into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a teammate, 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 filament of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest burden of his entire life-time into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to overhaul up an opportunity like this ? The hunting watch did not plan to recover out, he moved with determination and purpose towards the bear, gripping her soft and foggy hips and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the next little while.

With a unmarried 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 backrest for the fantastic discussion before. His clapper may not have been anywhere near as large or as textured as her own, but the hunting watch brought new traits to the mesa that the bear would likely induce never experienced, a soft slick lingua, 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 detect it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the following few hour 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 shoemaker's last conciliate kiss on her puffy, twitching twat, the hunter stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was ready to take the dip into the wildest story he would ever drunkenly tell his booster, and shamefully secern his therapist.

With a quick supplicant and a set of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten chummy inches of man core deep into tender, tight bear pussy and letting out a deep moan as he did so. He could never induce 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 flesh that he was currently balls deep in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a bit to allow both himself and her to get accustomed to the touch sensation. After a few here and now of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the head of his gibe was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his articulatio coxae forward once more, his balls slapping against the flossy under-fur, the bear even letting out a live up to, 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 hurtle his hip joint to the rhythm of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears rump, his loggerheaded cock burying and removing itself from her taut twat as he did so. had he not cum only mo ago he would surely throw already done so from the niggardliness 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 get the nerve 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 creature desperately trying to spawn a bitch in warmth. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his hips would not give out, his legs on the other hired hand struggled to go on up, the Orion leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly lover and hugging her tightly for keep, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to support his weight and so he rested about of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to crop as leverage for his thrusts. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the slope of her case resting on the ground and her long knife was unfurled in front 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 tired of standing too, the bear lowered it 's nates, 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 do it his way to orgasm. He could now feel his balls swelling with another load, they felt mean and leaden like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a shortsighted patch ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing shaft, he could state that she too was close to the boundary, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the Orion doubled down his efforts and began slamming his cock ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of heavy balls on moist fur echoed through the timberland as the hunting watch put in his study. gummy succus oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the hunter ravished her, a small pool pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the hunter to bury his knees deep into the malicious gossip to apply him utmost strength and swiftness in his thrusts. Pressing his face against her fuzzy cover and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his hawkshaw, the bear growled in joy as she reached a right climax from the continuous pounding of the man pushing his thick, hot cum deep inside her kitty-cat, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a comport impregnation would have been a definite succeeder. The strength drained fast from his body as he poured shot after shot of cum into the bears stringent pussy and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a present 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, happy, and spent. For a here and now the hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for several minutes before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a trenchant feeling that he might have to come back to this neck of the woods for another sojourn very soon .