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June had a problem with her husband. He was a layabout, and bad in bed, but he had money. June stayed with him, but the longer she did, the more she realized that it was the money she loved. How was she to lose the husband, but keep the money?

June did some research, always at the library where she volunteered, so she wouldn't end up on any lists. Because when you look up things like "how to get away with murdering your husband" on your phone or your home computer, you end up on lists.

Eventually she decided that hiring someone to kill him was not the way to go. The assassin would sooner or later be caught, and it would be traced back to her. No, she needed an assassin who couldn't talk and so couldn't give her away.

June decided that what she needed was a bear. This is a terrible idea for reasons that will become all too clear, but that is what she decided. She did some more research, and then she told her husband she wanted to go camping.

"Camping?" He said, surprised. "You never wanted to go camping before."

"It'll be romantic," she said. "Just you and me at the campfire, under the stars, sharing the same tent."

Now her husband was convinced that he was in fact very good in bed, and liked the sound of this a lot. So they tossed some old sleeping bags in the car with a cooler full of food, and headed up into the mountains.

June picked a particular canpground and soon enough they had the tent set up and her husband rolled out his sleeping bag. He was soon snoring away in one of his habitual daytime naps that irritated June so much. (Mostly it was the snoring.) There he lay, head on a pillow just inside the open flaps of the tent.

Now it was time to enact her plan. June pulled on her hat, sprayed herself with mosquito repellent, and went looking for a bear.

Sure enough, there one was, drinking out of the stream not a hundred yards from the tent. It was a huge, shaggy black thing, broad of body and with a muzzled head the size of her chest. Best of all, because this was want she needed, she could see a furry black scrotum the size of a grapefruit hanging down below its short stub of a tail. June crept up on the bear, reached under his belly and grabbed the furry ridge of its sheath.

The bear's eyes went wide and it let out a surprised grunt. By all rights it should whirl around and smash her with a mighty paw, but it didn't, because as soon as she grabbed his sheath her hand began to pump forward and back.

Big and shaggy as it was, this bear had lost none of its youthful lust, and soon June's hand strained to wrap around the swelling thickness of its sheathed cock. And this was how June enacted her plan: she pulled to the side as she stroked, and to best enjoy the hand job the bear turned compliantly around where it stood. Then she pulled forward as she stroked, and the bear stepped forward.

It was as though she operated the bear with a joystick, save that the joystick was the bear's penis. Panting, precum dripping down its sheath onto June's hand (Ew! She gritted her teeth and kept pumping), the bear let itself be led along. Every ten shambling steps or so she'd change hands to keep from getting a cramp.

Soon enough, and fortunately before the panting bear could let go with a torrent of hot bear goo and lose interest, she'd led the bear back to the tent. As the bear's muzzle arrived at the tent flap, she tugged forward and down on the joystick. The bear lurched forward as it tried to keep the delicious sensation of gripping hand centered on its sheath, and just like that her husband's head was in the bear's mouth.

The bear tried to back away, but June reached across with her other hand and took a double grip on the sheath. The bear's eyes went wide again and it lost all interest in backing away. Two strong hands were pumping its cock through the sheath and she managed to get it to settle down on its forelegs, its back arched and thrusting through her hands. This pushed the top of her husband's head into the back of the bear's mouth and it coughed distractedly, gagged, and swallowed.

Her husband slept the sleep of the dead, as per usual, and kept right on snoring as the thick fleshy bear tongue pushed his face into a slimy bear gullet. This gripped down in a traveling wave and June, whose cheek was pressed against the bear's shaggy flank so she could reach its sheath with both hands, grinned as her husband's shoulders disappeared forever into the bear's maw.

The bear wanted nothing more than to empty his balls all over the pillow at the near end of the sleeping bag, but breathing is a thing bears need to do too. Still hunched up and thrusting against June's hands, it grumbled irritably and reached out a paw.

Her husband finally woke as the bear's huge paw hooked down between his legs and mashed his balls against his groin. With a yelp of pain he opened his eyes and found only slimy darkness. The bear pulled with a mighty paw and flesh slithered past his face and shoulders as he was shoved into the bear's gullet.

"What the," he said, and tried to squirm free of the sleeping bag. It was awfully realistic for a dream. The flesh around him pulsated as the bear swallowed and he found himself slithered deeper.

When his head pushed through a muscular sphincter into the bear's stomach and acid-laden belly slime stung his face he woke up all the way. June's husband began to kick and struggle, but it was too late. Anxious to clear its throat so it could go back to enjoying the hand job, the bear tossed its muzzle upward, got his ass to the back of its jaws and swallowed him down.

"Yes!" June let out a shrill cry of triumph as the bulge of her husband's body moved down the bear's shaggy neck. His legs were sucked in after and he went whole, alive, and naked save for his boxer shorts down the bear's throat.

And then it happened. With its throat finally free for air to move through, the bear gave a last great thrust past her hands, groaned, and came all over the pillow. Great ropes of gelatinous bear semen spurted from the exposed tip of the bear's cock, which had been kept from unsheathing by her grip. The bear humped against her hands, shuddered, and let out a long sigh. June's timing had been perfect. Had she pumped just a little faster, he'd have gone off before he reached the tent.

"Ew!" June left off admiring the sudden new bulge in the bear's thick middle, because splattering bear cum splashed back onto her hands. Strings of hot cum stuck her fingers together and she frantically wiped her hands clean on the wall of black fur.

"Urrrr?" Balls healthily emptied, the bear turned its great head and saw her there. It had been vaguely aware of her presence this whole while, but ignored it because, well, hand job.

June didn't even notice. With her hands cleaned of cum she was admiring the great bulge in the bear's middle. Her husband kicked and squirmed beneath a thick layer of fur and flesh, but that wouldn't get him anywhere. He was gong to get a short tour of a bear's bowels, she'd tearfully report the attack, and as fast as she could turn in his will (which left her the main beneficiary, or she'd have waited until it did) all that money would be hers.

Except for one thing. The bear stared at the woman sat by his flank, not realizing that this was the source of his pleasure as there was so much bear cum everywhere that the residue on her hands didn't stand out. Why was this human here? The bear gave a sort of ursine shrug, reached out and stuffed her into its maw.

"What you doing? Stupid bear!" Her hat went flying and June grabbed at the bear's wrist with both hands. It didn't even slow the beast down, because its foreleg was thick as her thigh and solid muscle from holding up six hundred pounds of bear all day. Her next words were too muffled to hear because just that quickly her face was in the bear's gullet.

"Stop, stop!" She cried, but the sound just sank into the thick fleshy gullet wrapped around her head and shoulders. It was too late to call for help. No one would hear, any more than she'd heard her husband calling out from inside the bear. It ducked its head down, using the fact that she was sitting up on her knees, and trapped between its descending jaws and the ground there was nowhere for her to go but down its throat.

With one quick thrust of its muzzle her ass was gone into its maw, and the bear lifted its head. Nothing was left of June but a kicking set of legs, and with three quick tosses of its muzzle it gobbled her down. The first one took in her thighs, the second her knees, and the only reason she didn't slide whole down its throat with the third was her shoes catching on its fangs. One popped off her foot, the other went into its maw shoe and all, and with a last toss of its muzzle its mouth closed around June's feet. The bear swallowed, then grunted as his meal slid heavily down his throat to join the other one.

"Noo!" With a last despairing shriek June tried to squirm free, but she was wrapped in a tight fleshy chute with a bear's stomach waiting at the bottom. A thick layer of gullet slime lubed her up for easy swallowing and when the bear's broad tongue pushed her feet into its throat a pulsation of the surrounding muscle gripped her and carried her along. A muscular sphincter opened before her and June slid into the bear's stomach, already crowded by the presence of her still-living husband.

The bear coughed, gagged, and spat out June's shorts and panties, which caught on its fangs as she went in. It meant nothing to the bear, which was grateful for their absence in its throat but not at all curious about the wet mass of cloth, but it ended up meaning something to June and her husband.

"June!" Her husband reached for her as she slid in, and they were crushed against each other. The fleshy stomach walls pressed them together and there was barely room to move. A thick layer of caustic slime covered everything except June, who hadn't rubbed against the walls enough to be coated like her husband. That would change soon enough as it dripped down on her and filled the gaps between their bodies.

Everything was soft and pink thanks to her husband's little flashlight, which was somewhere in the belly with them and casting its light through the clinging slime. Even her husband was pink, his skin already worked on by the stomach acids.

"It got you too! It was a bear, right?" Her husband hugged her tight, taking comfort in someone to hold in his last moments. Then he opened eyes almost gummed shut by slime and saw her T-shirt, torn by the fangs, and the absence of anything below that.

"You slut!" Her husband immediately jumped to an only slightly wrong conclusion. "You were fucking it, weren't you!"

"No, no!" June cried. "I don't know what happened!"

"Slut," he repeated. "I could feel it fucking someone as it ate me. That was you, wasn't it!"

"But," June said, struggling to find an excuse, then realized it didn't matter. "Oh, fuck you! It doesn't matter. Look!" She elbowed the illuminated stomach wall with all her might, not even earning a grunt from the bear. There wasn't enough room to build up any force and it was impossible to brace herself with everything coated in slick digestive slime.

"This is your fault," said her husband. Their last argument was violent but brief. As they struggled against each either in the slimy cauldron of bear stomach the beast let out a long belch. The walls squeezed in as the air departed and their complaints grew ever fainter. Acid trickled in, replacing rhetoric departed air, and the only mercy was they suffocated before digestion got properly started.

For all their problems, they lived out their wedding vows better than most. "Until death do us part," they swore, and sure enough they died together in the churning acid. They went even past that, sharing a trip through the bear's guts. Their hair would mix together as they were digested and what was left of his boxer briefs, her t-shirt and one shoe would all make their way through the bear's bowels together and end up in the same ample pile of fertilizer.

Long before then, the bear had left the campsite. A simple beast, it didn't agonize over what happened. All it knew was the joy of orgasm at the end of a long fuck, or what felt like one, and the pleasure of a double meal so heavy it had to waddle off to a quiet place to digest it.

No one learned any special lesson from that day. Bear droppings don't retain any of their former persona's learned knowledge, and the bear only knew it had a very good day. The layer of fat this meal put on would help in the coming winter, so the couple did at least make a lasting impact that way.

The only person who learned anything, really, was June. She learned an important lesson just too late to save herself. A bear, it turns out, can be completely trustworthy, right up until you let go of his cock.