The hunter had tracked this bear halfway across the forest, almost a full week of tracking, following, and planning. The bear was a turgid female person, she had been harassing a vacationing family at their cabin, enough so that they called in the sheriff to get a hunting watch on the case. With a heavy 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 foresighted before the family got here, as far as he could see she had done cypher haywire, but money is money. The sun was setting, a dim orange light 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 parting, there was no other escape, there would soon come the time that the two would meet, and conclusion would have got to be made. A dull duck soup echoed through the forest, she was emerging from the cave, now would be the time that he finally got to see the case of the brute he had been chasing down all this time.

Slowly peering over the rock, the dampen glow of the setting sun provided poor profile for the hunter, he saw shadows all around him and heard more noises than just wet snapping of branches under intemperate bear mitt. Trying to concentre on the bear 's shadow and audio, blocking out all else, he moved into a somewhat open outer space with a clear view of the darkness, he raised his rifle, and with the head of the grizzly shadow caught in its crosshairs he fired. But instead of a thud of bear corps hitting the forest trading floor he heard the ricochet of bullet against sway. Having allowed his precipitous gibe and poor visibility to get the better of him the hunter now panicked, knowing that the bear now knew his position, while he did not bonk it 's. Another snapping phone from somewhere behind him, far too tight for comfort, this was the end, but he would at least try to fight his way out of this bad end. With all the forcefulness he could summon powered into his legs the Orion leaped to standing and spin around 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 oppose he caught the full force of her expect shove with his rifle and his chest, throwing him backwards into a tree, and in an instant, he was unconscious.

jounce of pain shot through the hunters'capitulum, throbbing like a worry, but so much more than intense. He kept his eyes 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 notion, and for a moment the hunter could n't remember what had been happening prior to the head botheration and the darkness, so instead of trying to remember he sat there, oculus still closed and slowly beginning to enjoy this strangely pleasurable star. Almost a full minute passed, mostly all the botheration had subsided and his mind now cleared to the point of remembering the item leading up to his current situation. He remembered the timber, the walking, the bear, and then he remembered the tussle and for a present moment was confused and surprised to still be alive. Opening his eyes slowly he could see a expectant Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe directly in movement of him, he was laying on the ground, his fountainhead was against a Tree and his body was stretched out in front of him, but he could not see his feet, or his wooden leg, or anything below his waistline, just a large Brown mass of ... fur ... His heart opened wide and when his visual sensation cleared he saw the bear, it 's enceinte paws holding down the Orion'stomach and legs, while a prospicient, wet tongue rolled and flicked over his surprisingly raise cock. He was stunned into silence, both by the situation 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 short Orion, he was afraid of moaning too loudly in showcase he inadvertently caused the bear to finish him off, and not in the way he was sort of hoping for. All mintage of bear have notoriously long glossa, some almost a pes long ... the huntsman always found animal facts like this useless and boring, he would constantly think to himself `` in what berth would you ever need to know this ? How would that even be virtual ? '' Well the hunter sure felt unintelligent now, because the foot-long tongue was now coiled around his own somewhat impressive 10 inches of man meat and he was having to bite his own lingua to stop himself from shooting the gruelling load of cum into the hungry bears pink, wanting throat. His hired man gripped the filth and supergrass by his face and he watched in awe as the bear went to work on him like an expensive top-shelf lady of pleasure who really needed a new handbag. For a second 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 oral piece of work. He knew that the bear was aware he was both awake and awake, so what was its motivation for this demeanour ? With an audible moan the hunter gave in to the pleasance and let go of all reasoning, he sank into the crap and rubbed the bears head with one handwriting, gently coaxing it into taking some of his member into its hot maw, which it seemed more than happy to do.

Like a patient role teacher the Hunter began to lead the bears social movement 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 mouth the hunting watch could fit the entirely length of his prick 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 school principal down his scape until her intrude rest against his pubis, all the piece she continued to lick and stroke his drumhead and quill with her long, slippery natural language. On occasion that natural language would issue from the bears lips and run over the huntsman'heavy balls which were on the sceptre of dropping a huge load. The bear had rolled onto its slope and the hunter could see quite easily that the bears pussy was twitching and winking erotically, fluids trailed out from the garden pink cranny and shimmered in the dim light of the moon and the genius which had shifted overhead while the hunter was out. He did n't sleep together what compelled him, but the hunter could n't serve but strain over and dip his forefinger finger into the bears glistening honey-pot, he tested for a response, and when he had submerged his finger up to the knuckle and began to massage the inside of her cunt he seemed to find a desirable one, in that the bear would slacken its own crusade and would periodically close up her eyes as if to savour the feeling. The hunter took this as a compliment and as he could feel his starting time payload building and ready to relinquish, he decided to slide a arcsecond 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 ready to blow his incumbrance any indorsement now, at the same fourth dimension the bear seemed to be tightening around the man's fingers, her vaginal wall 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 atmospheric pressure on her sweet-flavored patch. His balls tightened up and his hammer throbbed in the mouth of his grizzly cooperator, her sass tightened up slightly, her knife milking his shaft as the Hunter shot a pent-up load of hot cum up into the bears mouth with great military unit. Closing its sassing over the base of the hunters throbbing cock the bear drank his seed like an overflowing outflow, he could hear an hearable gulp from the bear as she swallowed his thick-skulled cum happily, her body shuddering as she reached an earth-shattering orgasm, the the like of which she had never experienced.

With the unlikely pair 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 metre that he made a quick dodging, before she decided to eat more than just his seed. As he began to stand and glance over the orbit for his drawers the hunter noticed the bear was on all fours before him, her face close to the filth, and her ass raised high 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 more than instilled a virulent strand of arousal into the hunter, and he once again found himself erect, despite having just dropped the heaviest load of his entire life into that warm, wet bear pharynx. What variety of man would he be to pass up an opportunity like this ? The huntsman did not contrive to regain out, he moved with finding and purpose towards the bear, gripping her piano and fuzzy hip joint and squatting down to formally introduce himself to the area he 'd be spending the next short while.

With a one sniff, the hunter decided that the bear was probably still unobjectionable than a lot of women he had slept with and decided to pay her dorsum for the fantastic treatment before. His tongue may not take been anywhere near as expectant or as rough-textured as her own, but the hunter brought new traits to the table that the bear would likely ingest never experienced, a delicate glossy lingua, and knowledge on how to put it to good use. His glossa explored the gap of the bears juicy prick and he was surprised to line up it tasted rather pleasant, and so he spent the future few proceedings 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 last gruntle kiss on her puffy, twitching pussy, the Orion stood, his member was once again at full mast and he was quick to claim the plunge into the raging taradiddle he would ever drunkenly tell his friends, and shamefully tell his therapist.

With a immediate orison and a solidifying of firmness, the man stepped forward, plunging ten thick inches of man meat deep into warm, tight bear pussy and letting out a inscrutable moan as he did so. He could never have imagined that anything could ever feel this good, he had been with `` virgin '' who were nowhere near this tight. The sloshed kitty he had ever fucked now felt like opening a windowpane and fucking the night itself compared to this heavenly vice of pink physique 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 opinion. After a few bit of savouring the feeling the man pulled back until only the head of his jibe was still inside, and then with all his force he slammed his hips forward once more, his balls slapping against the flossy under-fur, the bear even letting out a fulfil, pleasurable groan. It sounded somewhat like a growl, but he could find that there was more mania 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 squeeze his pelvic arch to the musical rhythm of his ever-increasing heartbeat. Like a jack-hammer the hunter pounded his pelvis against the bears bottom, his loggerheaded peter burying and removing itself from her tight cunt as he did so. had he not cum only minute of arc ago he would surely have already done so from the constriction alone, her pussy felt as though it was sucking on his calamus, desperately trying to milk his load into her uterus, and the Orion did n't induce the essence or forbearance to try and excuse that his come would n't do her any trade good. So instead he pounded, like a man gone mad he thrust and bucked his hips like he too was a furious animal desperately trying to spawn a bitch in passion. The pleasance was draining his stamina, but his hips would not open out, his wooden leg on the early hired hand struggled to keep up, the huntsman leaned forward, draping himself over his grizzly devotee and hugging her tightly for support, as a bear he knew she was strong enough to corroborate his weight and so he rested most of it upon her, leaving enough on the ground to work as leverage for his thrusts. Glancing over her shoulder joint he could see the bears face, she had the English of her font resting on the earth and her long natural language was unfurled in front of her like a red carpet, it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and by the looking at on her face maybe even more-so than the hunter.

Apparently having grown tired of standing too, the bear lowered it 's rear, now laying on the reason 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 find his balls swelling with another freight, they felt mingy and backbreaking like he had n't cum in a month, despite having done so only a short while ago. With the way that the bears pussy was convulsing and rippling around his thick, throbbing slam, he could tell that she too was close to the bound, 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 heavy balls on moist fur echoed through the timber as the hunter put in his study. Sticky juice oozed and spat from the bears cunt as the huntsman ravished her, a small puddle pooling on the floor beneath them, moistening the soil and allowing the hunter to bury his knees deep into the dirt to grant him maximum strength and speed in his knife thrust. Pressing his face against her fuzzy vertebral 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 mightily orgasm from the continuous buffeting of the man pushing his thick, hot cum bass inside her puss, all the way to her cervix.

His cum flooded her womb, had the man also been a birth fecundation would take in been a definite success. The military posture drained fast from his torso as he poured shot after stab of cum into the bears squiffy slit and his pumping slowed to a halt. For a moment he remained still, his now flaccid cock slowly pulled out of her twat, and with it a flow 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, glad, and spent. For a moment the Hunter did the same, enjoying the afterglow with his familiar for several instant before finding what scraps he could of his pants, and making his way back to civilisation, though he had a distinct tactile sensation that he might have to fare back to this neck of the woods for another visit very soon .