by Amy Star
“Earn it how?”
“We’re usually pretty solitary,” Max continued. “But once in a while the bears in the area will gather to determine who the strongest among them are.”
“And you determine this by…?”
Jake looked up from his dishes to answer, “Basically getting big and furry and wrestling each other to the ground. It’s pretty barbaric.”
“It’s the law of nature,” Max said. “Creatures follow the strongest among them. Jake and I basically outmuscled the other bears in the area the last time we saw them all. We’re just the biggest and baddest.”
“Oh, I believe you,” I smirked, checking out his pectorals some more.
“So what about you, Billie? Jake tells me you’re in a bit of a tough spot lately.”
“Yeah…”
Max shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t find it so bad.”
“You live out here in the woods,” I pointed out. “Everything’s subjective I guess.”
“I like it well enough to take a trip out there whenever the mood strikes me,” Max said. “And I don’t do it in a rusty old clunker that’s been sitting out in my front yard since before they invented cellphones,” he added, looking pointedly at Jake.
“So I’m not a city lover and I don’t drive much,” Jake shrugged.
“Or ever,” Max dropped in.
“So what do you drive out to the world in?” I asked Max.
He grinned at me proudly. “A Hummer.”
My eyes widened. “Wow, you are a big bear!”
“And I drive one, too. You should feel the leather on it.”
“So do you have a Mrs. Big Bear?”
“Nah, never really gotten serious with a she-bear, unlike this guy,” Max said with a gesture to Jake. “Most of the ladies I’ve dallied with have been human. And most of them didn’t last more than one night. There were a few that I kept coming back for, or that kept coming out here to see me, but sooner or later they all moved on. The country life wasn’t for them.”
“And the city life wasn’t for you,” I concluded.
Jake finally came and sat down again. “So Billie,” he said, “when do you need to go back home?”
Internally, I groaned. Home. That seemed like an odd thing to call that apartment I was struggling to hold onto. The one I felt positively ill at the prospect of going back to. But… “This afternoon,” I said. “I gotta start looking for another job before my landlord drops the axe.”
“Stop me if I’m wrong,” Max said, “but you don’t seem like you’d really miss the place if that happened.”
“Well, no, now that you mention it, I can’t really say I would.”
“So would it really be such a bad thing if you stayed another night?” Jake asked.
Impulsively I grinned. It may have been against my better judgment, but the idea sounded too wonderful to say no to. “No, it wouldn’t,” I said through an ear-to-ear smile.
“Glad to hear it,” Jake grinned, putting his hand on mine.
“Me too,” Max said, looking me up and down some more.
“Just one thing, though,” Jake said, “I’ll need to find us something to have for tonight’s dinner if you’re going to stay.”
“That’s all right, I’ve got some more food back at my cabin,” Max offered.
“Yeah, but I should still go get some hunting done anyway.” Jake rose from his chair and started heading for the front door. “Hey Max, while I’m gone, why don’t you take Billie on a hike back to your place? How does that sound?”
Max looked the question back at me. “What do you say?” he said.
“Sounds like a plan,” I nodded.
I hopped up from the chair over to the sofa, where Jake had folded up my clothes and stacked them for me. I was just picking up my shorts and was about to put them on, when I stopped and thought again, looking back and forth between the two naked men in either direction. We were still miles away from civilization; no one would be around to see me.
At least no one I didn’t want to.
“Oh, fuck it,” I said, dropping my shorts back down. I put on my hiking boots and left it at that.
Max looked happy about that decision.
All three of us stepped outside. “I shouldn’t be more than a few hours,” Jake said, stepping away from us. “I’ll join you back at Max’s cabin later.” And as I watched him, Jake suddenly grew into the huge, hulking, furry shape of a bear, falling forward onto four big legs. He turned his big bear’s head back to spare a glance at us, before wandering off into the woods.
Max placed a hand on my naked back, guiding me in another direction. “Come on,” he said. “This way.”
I’d enjoyed my hike through the woods yesterday. I’d always liked hiking, and I’d always loved the forest. But yesterday I hadn’t been naked, and I hadn’t had a big sexy naked man walking next to me. In fact, I couldn’t recall having ever gone outside naked before at all, and I had to admit, it felt pretty liberating. And exciting, too. The gentle wind blew through the leaves felt like a feather-light caress all over my skin. The sunlight trickling through the trees warmed me in places I had never felt the sun’s warmth before. And then there was Max’s hand occasionally falling on my back… I was getting chills down my spine.
“I feel so jealous of you right now,” I said. “You actually get to live out here! This place is so beautiful!”
“It’s got its charms,” he nodded. “But it gets kind of lonely sometimes.”
“Didn’t you say you bears are solitary creatures?”
“I’m a little more in touch with my human side than Jake is,” Max said. “I head out into the city usually once a week or two, whether for food or other stuff or just to see some people. I do actually have friends who live in civilization. If Jake leaves the forest more than once every month it’s an event.”
“I can’t say I particularly blame him,” I said.
We continued to walk for maybe an hour or so. Then Max suddenly stopped, looking off to the side. “Oh, wait,” he said. “One of my favorite spots is just around here.” He took hold of my arm and started pulling me along. “Come on, this way.”
He led me along a path past some thick bushes, until we finally came to the base of a giant tree with a pair of huge moss-covered roots going in perpendicular directions, forming a welcoming cradle of the clearing of ground beneath it. More moss-covered roots and logs surrounded the area, some of them coming up almost above my head. It was like Mother Nature had built a perfect little hidey-hole to kick back.
And Max immediately did just that, turning and lying back against the base of the tree, putting his hands behind his head like a tourist on vacation in Maui. “Come on, have a seat,” he smirked.
I gave him an amused grin, rolling my eyes a little and sitting down beside him. Impulsively, I pressed myself against his side, using his arm as a pillow. I stared up into the trees, watching the leaves rustle in the wind, letting little streams of sunlight shimmer through them. I watched birds flutter about and squirrels scurry from one branch to another. “Now this is the way to relax,” I commented. “Way better sight to look up at than any ceiling.”
“Not to mention the company,” Max added. And then came the inevitable arm around my shoulder. Okay, I could deal with that. I sighed, pressing myself harder into his side, and closed my eyes. I let myself be immersed in the sounds of nature around me, as well as the soft beating of his pulse beneath me. I luxuriated in the feel of the soft, moist moss beneath my back, and the feel of Max’s flesh pressed against my own.
Then I heard another sound. A soft whimpering sound. I opened my eyes and looked around, spotting a tiny fur-covered snout poking its way around the corner of a root, leading to a pair of little eyes looking at me. I began thinking the small animal looked familiar, and when it cautiously moved far enough forward for me to notice the slight limp in its hind leg, I was sure of it.
“It’s you!” I beamed, suddenly rising to my knees and c
rawling toward the little fox, who continued to carefully approaching me.
“You know that fox?” Max asked.
“I found him caught in a hunter’s trap yesterday. I helped him out of it. Guess he remembers me.”
I began reaching out a hand to the critter, which he started raising his nose to sniff at. His nose was a hair’s breadth from my fingers when the fox suddenly tensed up, and turned and bolted the other way. “Hey, don’t go!”
As the animal disappeared into the brush, I turned and saw Max having risen to his feet and approached me and put two and two together. Based on the disappointed look on his face, it seemed he had, too. “That’s the problem with being the top of the food chain,” he sighed. “Everything in the woods seems to know it.”
I stood up and wrapped my arms around his midsection. “I’m not running,” I told him.
He started stroking my back. “Thanks for that.”
I continued holding him for a bit longer than I probably should have, burying my face in pounds upon pounds of man muscle. And then before I realized it, I was planting a kiss on that chest I was smothering myself with. And then I was planting another.
And another.
“Come on,” he finally said, releasing me. “If we stay here too long, Jake will get to my cabin first and wonder why we’re not there.”
CHAPTER FOUR
For the last stretch of the trip to Max’s cabin we walked hand-in-hand. It was built on a hilltop, less crowded by trees than Jake’s was. It didn’t have the same level of exterior care and cleanliness that Jake’s did, but one thing he did clearly take care of was that big green Hummer in the front. “Wow,” I said, “you drive a beast!”
“I like to think of myself as the beast,” Max smirked. “That’s just my beast carrier.”
I laughed at that. “Well it’s a very nice beast carrier!”
The inside of his place was nice too, but in a different way. Rather than the nature-lover’s lodge that Jake’s place was, Max’s place was more like a bachelor pad that just happened to be in the middle of nature. There was a big flat screen TV and a mini-fridge full of beers next to the sofa. The walls were decorated with banners and posters of Corona, the New England Patriots, and big surprise, Hummer. Oh, and there was a calendar with girls in bikinis. It was tempting to roll my eyes at that, but hey, I was wearing less than the girls depicted, so there wasn’t much point in being indignant.
He walked up to his mini-fridge and produced two beers, holding one out to me. “Cold one?”
“Thank you,” I said, accepting it and unscrewing the top, hearing the hiss of carbonation escaping.
He took a seat on his sofa, gesturing for me to join him. When I did, he picked up the remote. The TV initially turned on to Sports Center, before he opened his channel guide and switched to some Discovery Channel program showing bears in the wild.
“There we go, family album!” he joked.
“Oh, okay,” I grinned, getting into it with him. “So is that your auntie Bertha right there catching that salmon?”
“I think it looks more like cousin Bertie, with that slack jawed grin.”
“Oh, yeah. I wasn’t gonna say anything about it, but yeah.”
“You think that’s bad, you should see grandpa Boris.”
“You sure that’s not him on top of that rock right there?”
“Oh yeah, it is. I didn’t recognize him without a his face in a whiskey bottle.”
At that point we abandoned our little game and just fell down laughing. Or more accurately, I fell against him laughing while he laughed with me. And then suddenly, I was crawling into his lap. And his face was in my hands. And my lips were on his.
I pulled back from him, looking embarrassed. “Sorry,” I blushed. “That just sort of happened. And I taste like beer, don’t I?”
“I like beer,” he shrugged.
I looked at him for a moment—and then I dove for his lips again. His hands gripped my hips, caressing my lower back and stroking the curve of my ass. I ground myself against his lap, running my moistening slit along the stiff shaft trapped between us. I squirmed about, mashing my breasts into his chest, humming softly into his mouth.
Eventually, he kissed his way down to my neck, making me roll my head back. I held onto his back and pulled myself against him, moaning contentedly. I rubbed my tits against him, feeling my hard nipples scraping over the flesh of his pectorals. At least until he bent lower, making me arch my back so that I was almost bent over backwards, feeding my tits into his suckling mouth. His tongue danced in exquisite circles around my nipple, and his lips kissed and sucked at the crinkled flesh of my areola. My fingers clawed at the back of his head, digging into his hair.
He turned me to the side and started slowly laying me down on my back onto the couch as he kissed lower down my body, moving down my belly, planting affectionate little kisses all over me. I started squirming more and more beneath him the lower he got, moving steadily closer to goal that lay below. I kept getting more anxious; the closer he got to my pussy, the less patient I became for him to get there.
And just as he was only inches away, I suddenly arched my back up off the couch and groaned loudly as he plunged two fingers into my wet hole. And then, seconds later, his mouth was on me, right where I’d been waiting for him to put it. My back didn’t even come back down after he did that; I just remained frozen, with my head rolled back and grinding into it. My fingers scrabbled and clawed at the leather, desperate for something to hold onto.
Within mere seconds he had me cumming like a machine, shooting my ass up off the couch along with the rest of my back, squeezing my eyes shut and screaming as my hand clutched at his head. Even as my pussy gripped his fingers like a vice, he continued finger fucking me and licking me, not letting up once. I rode out my orgasm with my butt bouncing up and down, until I finally came down from it and whole back fell down to the sofa and finally stayed there.
And still he continued to pleasure me. My head rolled from side to side as delirium began to overwhelm me. The cabin around me became a blur, lost amid the haze of pleasure he was administering to my loins. Time ceased to exist right up to the point that he brought me to a second orgasm, at which point I finally couldn’t take any more. My ass jumped up off the couch, finally pulling away from his lips and fingers, cupping a hand over my pussy as it spasmed and convulsed.
When my senses cleared and I returned to reality, the first thing I was aware of was Max on his knees above me, his stiff cock strutting out in the air. I wasted no time in launching myself at it, engulfing it in my mouth and sucking merrily away. I could definitely see the common traits between this big bear and the one I had fucked last night. Just like Jake, Max was huge in comparison to most of the men I had been with. Had I been thinking more clearly, I probably would have thought twice about trying to stuff as much of him into my mouth as I did. But I took him halfway down his shaft in my first try, and didn’t stop there. I had never taken a man into my throat before, and it hadn’t ever exactly been on my list of things to try, but I was coming extremely close right then. If I had just taken him another inch or two down, I would indeed have been gagging on him.
It didn’t take him long to become eager for more. He reached down and took hold of my shoulders, pushing me up off of him. When I brought my feet up onto the couch, he grabbed my ankles and yanked them up, pulling me flat onto my back before he knelt between my legs. I pulled my knees back, my heart pounding as he bent over me, and set himself at my opening.
“Uuunnnnnnhhhhhhh….” I groaned when he entered me. I had the wetness of two orgasms already, and yet I was still amazed at how easily his big bear cock slid inside me. I guess being with Jake had prepared me pretty well. The important thing was, in only four strokes Max was buried to the hilt in me, and I was rolling my head back and groaning hard. I threw my arms around his shoulders, gripping onto his back.
My body undulated underneath him, my hips bouncing up and down to meet his thr
usts. My hands roved across his back as if motorized. I vocally urged him on, dropping “Fuck me!” and “You’re so big!” left and right, and I’m pretty sure the words “You big bear” left my mouth once or twice. My pussy walls hugged the massive invader in death grip, never wanting to release him.
He raised himself up, kneeling upright over me and beginning to thrust harder. I put my hands beneath me and pushed myself up, staring up at him as I continued bouncing my hips into his crotch. “Yeah,” I grunted, “fuck me! Keep fucking me!”
And he did. Eventually, he reached down to grab my sides, holding me up and taking most of my weight off my arms. I brought my hands up to stroke along his arms, as he slowly began to sit back, taking me with him.