The hunting watch had tracked this stick out halfway across the forest, almost a entire calendar week of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a declamatory 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 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 wood belonged to her long before the kinsfolk got here, as far as he could see she had done cypher wrong, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim Orange River luminousness broke through the trees, spilling into the timber and gently illuminating the den where he had tracked the bear, he had n't seen her leave, there was no early escape, there would soon come the fourth dimension that the two would meet, and decisions would consume to be made. A softened child's play echoed through the wood, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the prison term that he finally got to see the face of the tool he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the sway, the sluggish glowing of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the hunting watch, he saw shadows all around him and heard more noises than just wet snapping of branch under heavy bear paws. Trying to centre on the bear 's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open space with a unclouded persuasion of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the head teacher of the gray vestige caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a clump of have corps hitting the forest flooring he heard the ricochet of bullet against rock. Having allowed his precipitous gibe and pitiable visibleness to get the better of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not have sex it 's. Another snapping sound from somewhere behind him, far too close for comfort, this was the end, but he would at to the lowest degree try to crusade his way out of this bad end. With all the strength he could muster powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and spun on his heals to confront the beast, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant fuzzy paws raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the wide military group of her bear shove with his rifle and his chest of drawers, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an flash, he was unconscious.

Jolts of pain shot through the hunters'head, throbbing like a headache, but so much more intense. He kept his heart shut, and luckily the pain in the neck began to subside very quickly. In its place the painful sensation was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat to a greater extent .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a bit the hunter could n't retrieve what had been happening prior to the head nuisance and the darkness, so instead of trying to commend he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely enjoyable star. Almost a full second passed, mostly all the bother had subsided and his mind now cleared to the point of remembering the item leading up to his stream situation. He remembered the afforest, 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 ground, his headland was against a tree diagram and his trunk was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his base, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a vauntingly browned mint of ... fur ... His optic opened wide and when his imagination cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'belly and legs, while a long, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly upright tool. He was stunned into secretiveness, both by the post 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 subject he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sorting of hoping for. All species of bear have notoriously long tongues, some almost a foot long ... the huntsman always found animal facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly opine to himself `` in what site would you ever need to experience this ? How would that even be hard-nosed ? '' Well the hunting watch surely felt dullard now, because the foot-long knife was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 in of man meat and he was having to bite his own spit to quit himself from shooting the labored load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His hands gripped the dirt and grass by his side and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf whore who really needed a new pocketbook. For a present moment his oculus met with the bear 's and his eye stopped, the idea 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 alive and awake, 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 hand, gently coaxing it into taking some of his member into its hot maw, which it seemed more than felicitous to do.

Like a patient teacher the huntsman began to lead the bears drive and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her headspring up and down the Hunter now realised that due to the length of her maw and depth of her mouth the hunting watch could fit the whole length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease without causing any uncomfortableness to anyone. So, he did just that, with both his helping hand on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her head down his shaft until her nose repose against his os pubis, all the while she continued to lick and stroke his capitulum and shaft with her long, tricky tongue. On occasion that glossa would come out from the bears sassing and run over the hunter'heavy balls which were on the verge of dropping a Brobdingnagian lading. The bear had rolled onto its side and the hunting watch 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 brightness of the moonlight and the stars which had shifted overhead while the hunting watch was out. He did n't know what compelled him, but the hunting watch 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 joint and began to massage the interior of her twat he seemed to find a desirable one, in that the bear would retard its own crusade and would periodically close her optic as if to bask the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his first of all warhead edifice and ready to release, he decided to slue a sec 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 set up to blow his load any second now, at the Same time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal paries constricting and convulsing as she no doubt reached an orgasm of her own. With one loud grunt the Orion 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 on her mellisonant office. His balls tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his Ursus arctos horribilis pardner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his barb as the hunter shot a pent-up warhead of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great force. Closing its oral fissure over the base of the hunters throbbing cock the bear drank his source like an overflowing fountain, he could pick up an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering climax, the like of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely pair left gasp and spent, there was an ungainly and somewhat faze feeling setting in to the hunting watch. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about clip that he made a speedy escape, before she decided to eat more than just his seed. As he began to stand and skim the area for his pants the hunter noticed the bear was on all 4 before him, her face stuffy to the dirt, and her ass raised richly into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a first mate, 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 chain of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the big load of his entire life into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to pass up an opportunity like this ? The huntsman did not plan to find out, he moved with decision and propose towards the bear, gripping her soft and fuzzy hip and squatting down to formally bring out himself to the country he 'd be spending the next little while.

With a single sniff, the hunter decided that the bear was probably still blank than a lot of cleaning woman he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the fantastic treatment before. His glossa may not take in been anywhere near as large or as rough-textured as her own, but the hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely accept never experienced, a soft slip natural language, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His lingua explored the first step of the bears juicy slit and he was surprised to find it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the next few mo flicking and tongue-fucking the bears pussy, not as though she required further lubricating, but to a greater extent just because it was kind of fun. Planting one end gentle kiss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the hunting watch stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was quick to carry the plunge into the wildest story he would ever drunkenly tell his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a quick prayer and a curing of resolves, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick in of man meat deep into warm, tight bear pussy and letting out a abstruse moan as he did so. He could never give birth imagined that anything could ever feel this good, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The compressed pussy he had ever fucked now felt like opening a windowpane and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink anatomy 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 feeling. After a few moments of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the brain of his shaft was still inside, and then with all his effect he slammed his coxa forward once more, his ballock slapping against the downy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfy, pleasurable moan. It sounded somewhat like a growl, but he could feel that there was more warmth 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 throw 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 chummy stopcock burial and removing itself from her tight slit as he did so. had he not cum only transactions ago he would surely receive already done so from the meanness 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 let the heart or forbearance to try and explain that his seeded player 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 fauna desperately trying to breed a bitch in hotness. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his hips would not give out, his stage on the other hand struggled to keep up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his Ursus arctos horribilis buff and hugging her tightly for funding, as a bear he knew she was unassailable enough to back up his exercising weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leveraging for his thrusts. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the side of her grimace resting on the ground and her farseeing lingua was unfurled in front of her like a red carpeting, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the feel on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown banal of standing too, the bear lowered it 's back, now laying on the ground and allowing the hunting watch 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 balls swelling with another encumbrance, they felt stringent and heavy like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a short circuit patch ago. With the way that the bears twat was convulsing and rippling around his midst, throbbing jibe, 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 movement and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of laborious Lucille Ball 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 hunter ravished her, a humble puddle pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the huntsman to inhume his knee joint deep into the soil to give him utmost strength and focal ratio in his knife thrust. Pressing his face against her fuzzy back and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his pecker, the bear growled in pleasure as she reached a powerful climax 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 yield impregnation would have been a definite success. The strength drained fast from his body 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 wee beneath them to mix with the former fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a present moment the hunter did the Lapp, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for several moment before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to refinement, though he had a distinct feeling that he might have to come back to this neck of the Grant Wood for another visit very soon .