The Orion had tracked this bear halfway across the forest, almost a entire 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 suit. With a expectant sigh the Hunter rests his rear against a tree, keeping his rifle close by. He had disagreed with the reasoning, these forests belonged to her long before the family got here, as far as he could see she had done nothing incorrect, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange light broke through the Tree, 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 prison term that the two would play, and decisions would have to be made. A dull snap echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the clip that he finally got to see the fount of the tool he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the dumb glow of the setting sun provided poor visibility for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more noises than just wet snapping of branches under fleshy contain manus. Trying to centre on the bear 's shadow and sounds, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open air outer space with a shed light on view of the shadow, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the grey-headed tincture caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear corp hitting the woods story he heard the ricochet of bullet against rock-and-roll. Having allowed his hasty shot and hapless visibility to get the meliorate of him the Hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his positioning, while he did not know it 's. Another snapping phone 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 forte he could muster powered into his legs the hunter leaped to standing and reel on his heals to face the beast, which as he anticipated was towering over him, her giant star bleary hand raised in the air, and before he could even react he caught the wax forcefulness of her contain shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree diagram, and in an instant, he was unconscious.

jolt of pain guess through the hunters'pass, throbbing like a vexation, but so much more vivid. He kept his eyes shut, and luckily the bother began to subside very quickly. In its place the pain was replaced with an odd feeling, almost like pleasure, but somewhat to a greater extent .... coarse ? It was an odd feeling, and for a import the hunter could n't call up what had been happening prior to the capitulum pain and the darkness, so instead of trying to call back he sat there, eyes still closed and slowly beginning to relish this strangely gratifying sense datum. Almost a full minute passed, mostly all the painful sensation had subsided and his thinker now cleared to the tip of remembering the details leading up to his current situation. 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 optic slowly he could see a turgid pattern directly in front of him, he was laying on the ground, his fountainhead was against a tree and his dead body was stretched out in movement of him, but he could not see his feet, or his legs, or anything below his waist, just a large brown mass of ... fur ... His eyes opened extensive and when his visual sensation cleared he saw the bear, it 's large paws holding down the hunters'tum and pegleg, while a recollective, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly raise cock. He was stunned into muteness, both by the situation and how estimable 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 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 huntsman always found brute facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly think to himself `` in what situation would you ever need to be intimate this ? How would that even be practical ? '' Well the hunter sure felt dullard now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 inches of man marrow and he was having to bite his own knife to stop himself from shooting the toilsome shipment of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting pharynx. His hands gripped the dirt and green goddess by his slope and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf prostitute who really needed a new pocketbook. For a moment his oculus 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 work. He knew that the bear was aware he was both alive and awake, so what was its motive for this behaviour ? With an audible moan 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 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 Orion began to lead the bears crusade and she willingly accepted his input. Bobbing her head up and down the Hunter now realised that due to the duration of her maw and depth of her mouth the hunter could fit the altogether length of his cock in the bears mouth with ease without causing any discomfort to anyone. So, he did just that, with both his workforce on the bears head, gently rubbing her and lowering her caput down his putz until her nose rest against his pubic bone, all the spell she continued to lick and stroke his head and shaft with her farseeing, slippy natural language. On occasion that tongue would emerge from the bears lips and run over the hunters'punishing balls which were on the verge of dropping a huge load. 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 sparkle of the moon and the whizz which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't recognise what compelled him, but the hunter could n't facilitate but hit over and dip his index finger digit into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a reaction, and when he had submerged his digit 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 close her eyes as if to savour the opinion. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could palpate his foremost load building and ready to liberate, he decided to slide a second finger into the bear, causing a cascade of silken fluids to pour from her pussy.

The huntsman had now began grunting and moaning loudly getting set to blow his lode any arcsecond now, at the same time the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's finger, her vaginal wall constricting and convulsing as she no doubt reached an sexual climax of her own. With one loud grunt the Hunter pressed down on the bears head with one handwriting and bottomed out his fingerbreadth in the bears pussy, gripping tightly and putting insistency on her sweet spots. His Lucille Ball tightened up and his cock throbbed in the mouth of his grizzly pardner, her mouth tightened up slightly, her tongue milking his gibe as the hunter shot a pent-up load of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great force. Closing its mouth over the base of the hunters throbbing turncock the bear drank his seed like an overflowing fountain, he could see an audible gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick cum happily, her soundbox shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering sexual climax, the likes of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely dyad left heaving and spent, there was an awkward and somewhat faze feeling setting in to the hunter. Now that he had entertained the bear it was probably about clock time that he made a speedy escape, before she decided to eat more than just his cum. As he began to brook and skim the sphere for his pants the Hunter noticed the bear was on all quartet before him, her face closely to the grunge, and her ass raised mellow into the air, almost as though she were presenting herself to a Ilex paraguariensis, and in a way, that is exactly what she was doing. The site of her drooling bear-cunt had once Thomas More instilled a virulent fibril of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest freight of his entire sprightliness into that warm, wet bear throat. What kind of man would he be to fade up an opportunity like this ? The hunter did not plan to find out, he moved with purpose and purpose towards the bear, gripping her voiced and fuzzy hips and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the side by side little while.

With a I sniff, the huntsman decided that the bear was probably still cleaner than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her back for the fantastical intervention before. His tongue may not take 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 have never experienced, a diffused glossy tongue, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His spit explored the opening night of the bears juicy slit and he was surprised to receive it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the side by side few second flicking and tongue-fucking the bears pussy, not as though she required further lubricating, but more than just because it was variety of fun. Planting one last aristocratical kiss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the Hunter stood, his extremity was once again at full mast and he was set to bring the plunge into the wildest story he would ever drunkenly severalise his ally, and shamefully order his therapist.

With a agile prayer and a solidifying of resoluteness, the man stepped forward, plunging ten blockheaded inches of man meat deep into lovesome, stiff bear pussy and letting out a deep moan as he did so. He could never have imagined that anything could ever sense this good, he had been with `` virgins '' who were nowhere near this tight. The taut puss he had ever fucked now felt like opening a window and fucking the nighttime itself compared to this celestial vice of pinko form that he was currently balls deep in. When he hilted into the bear he stopped for a instant to earmark both himself and her to get accustomed to the feeling. After a few moment of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the question of his lance was still inside, and then with all his force play he slammed his pelvic girdle forward once more, his orb slapping against the fluffy under-fur, the bear even letting out a satisfied, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growling, but he could feel that there was more passion to it than any he had heard before.

The pleasure was unutterable, and before long it took over him, until all he could do was thrust his hips to the calendar method of birth control of his ever-increasing flash. Like a jack-hammer the Orion pounded his pelvis against the bears rear end, his deep prick burying and removing itself from her taut pussy as he did so. had he not cum only minutes ago he would surely deliver already done so from the tightness alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his shaft, desperately trying to milk his payload into her womb, and the hunter did n't own the warmheartedness or patience to try and explain that his seed would n't do her any good. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his pelvic girdle like he too was a waste animal desperately trying to breed a squawk in oestrus. The pleasure was draining his stamina, but his articulatio coxae would not move over out, his stage on the former hand struggled to save up, the hunter leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly lover and hugging her tightly for financial support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to back up his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to solve as leverage for his push. Glancing over her shoulder he could see the bears face, she had the side of her font resting on the ground and her retentive tongue was unfurled in front line of her like a red rug, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the smell on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown well-worn of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rearward, now laying on the solid 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 bang his way to orgasm. He could now feel his balls swelling with another load, they felt blotto and overweight like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a short while ago. With the way that the bears slit was convulsing and rippling around his midst, throbbing shaft, he could tell that she too was conclude to the edge, and he was n't about to disappoint her now. And so, the hunter doubled down his elbow grease and began slamming his dick ten inches deep into the bears pussy, wet slapping sounds of punishing chunk 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 huntsman ravished her, a modest puddle pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the grunge and allowing the hunter to sink his knees deep into the poop to give him maximum enduringness and fastness in his poking. Pressing his cheek against her foggy back and hugging her tightly, the man moaned loudly as cum exploded from the tip of his putz, the bear growled in pleasance as she reached a powerful orgasm from the continuous pounding of the man pushing his thick, hot cum deep inside her pussy, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a brook 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 stiff slit and his pumping slowed to a check. 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 wee beneath them to mix with the other fluids. Panting heavily the bear lay still, happy, and spent. For a present moment the Orion did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his companion for respective minutes before finding what scraps he could of his drawers, and making his way back to refinement, though he had a distinct flavor that he might have to come back to this neck of the Mrs. Henry Wood for another visit very soon .