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Three visits to a campsite

By Strega

The campsite was deep in the mountains, one of a chain of them roughed out by hikers over the years. It was miles from the nearest 'official' campgrounds but the rangers never raised a stink if you moved a few rocks to make a fire ring and a few more to make a good spot for a small tent. As long as you didn't leave trash lying around and were careful not to start a forest fire they'd give you some leeway.

Katie and Mike had spent a whole day getting this far, and when Katie bruised her ankle on a rock Mike set up the tent and headed out through the woods to go fishing. She'd be fine to hike on the next day but needed some time off her feet to recover. It was while she was alone at the campsite that she saw the bear for the first time.

She saw it through the tent flap as it appeared out of the woods, ears pricked up and eyes wide at the unfamiliar sight of man-things. It was a young bear, long of leg and lanky of body, not yet filled out with the bulk of a proper adult despite a look of developing chubbiness. Though it was easily heavier than she was it had the gawky look of a still-growing adolescent.

It was also aroused. Katie watched with a mixture of amusement and guilty interest as it sat at the edge of the camp, lowered its muzzle and began to lick itself. The long ridge of sheath that should have been almost invisible in its bellyfur was swollen hard and a thick pink tip protruded from the black fur. The bear spent several minutes licking its sheath and balls with a long and powerful tongue before rising to its feet once more and padding back into the woods, tip still hanging out.

Katie picked up the romance novel she'd brought for afternoon reading but couldn't get back into it. Her thoughts kept returning to the thick sausage of black fur, arranged differently than a dog's but still obviously a sheath. She was still thinking about it when Mike returned.

"Nothing," he said unnecessarily, since the stringer was still on his belt rather than dangling from his hand full of fish. "The map says there's a lake a mile or so up this trail. You stay here and recover and I'll go see if I can catch us some dinner."

By coincidence, or perhaps because his return had scared it away, the half-grown bear reappeared shortly after Mike headed out. Katie was ready to use the pistol she carried in her pack if it got aggressive, but all it did was sniff around the campsite and finally flop down to doze right next to the tent flap.

She wasn't sure what to do about that, because while still barely past cubhood it was still a powerful creature and its mother might be nearby. The best thing to do, she decided, was stay in the tent and not attract its attention.

But the bear rolled over in its sleep, and there was the long ridge of its sheath right outside the tent flap. It wasn't swollen any more, but a hint of pink was visible at the end and after minutes of internal argument she just couldn't resist reaching out to stroke it. When would she get another chance like this?

She could feet the narrow shaft and sense the bone that stiffened it, briefly. A hindpaw kicked as the bear grumbled in its sleep and she was surprised to find that even that light contact caused the bear's sheath to stiffen and swell. She couldn't resist rubbing it more firmly, careful to watch for any signs of the bear waking, and when the black fur was tight around its cock Katie gripped down and began to jack the bear off.

It was thicker and harder and longer than Mike or any man she'd been with, limited though that selection was. The bear grunted and groaned, sleep-humping against her hand, and the furry foreskin of sheath slipped forward and back. As her hand carried it back toward his balls he half-unsheathed and she admired the thick pink cylinder of bear cock before it vanished beneath the fur once again.

She pumped the bear for two, perhaps three minutes before his hindpaws began to kick spasmodically. When the fur on his haunches started to twitch she was sure he was about to come, and she was right. The sleeping bear let out a long growl and thrust against her hand as a gout of sticky cum spurted out onto his chest fur. More followed, and still more, the pale thick cum dotting his black fur like dew.

She sensed he was waking up and pulled her hand in through the tent flap, keeping it nearly shut with the other hand and watching as the young bear blinked and lay there confused. When his panting slowed he sat up and licked some of the cum off his belly before climbing to his feet and padding off into the woods, looking puzzled. Maybe the bear had never had a wet dream before? He was certainly able to, but he was so young looking that might be a recent development.

"Hey kid, wanna ss?" Katie whispered, and smiled. He was awfully hairy for a shota, though.

When Mike returned to camp with a solitary trout he was surprised at how aggressive she was, pulling him into the tent and popping two buttons off his shirt as she tore it off. They made love atop their thin hiker's sleeping bags and he remarked how she did not once open her eyes as they fucked. She was imagining him as someone else and wishing he had more body hair. A lot more body hair.

The next morning she asked if they could stay at this camp until noon, saying her ankle still hurt, and Mike was willing. He wanted to try the lake again and was soon out of sight.

It was a lie. Her ankle was fine. She was, instead, hoping to see the young bear again. And as if on schedule there he was, peering prick-eared out of the pines at her tent. Katie watched through the flap, hoping he would fall asleep again within reach. The bear surprised her, though. It walked right up to the tent, peered at her through the slit, and then sat down. As he leaned back without ever looking away her eyes were drawn to his belly and the pink tip protruding from his swollen sheath.

A moment later he closed his eyes and began to snore rather theatrically. A broad smile was plastered across Katie's face as she quietly unzipped the flap the rest of the way. He was a smart young bear and clearly hoped for a repeat of yesterday's wet dream. Assuming he'd been asleep even then!

She shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't a big bear but he was bigger than she was and had claws and teeth that could tear her apart. Just the same she finished unzipping the tent fly and crept out of the tent, climbing out of her shorts and panties as she did. She was about to find out what it was like to fuck a bear.

Coarse fur rubbed Katie's inner thighs as she climbed out of the tent and straddled the bear. He lay quietly fake-sleeping as she reached back and positioned his tip. She had never been this wet and she moaned as she settled down atop him. He unsheathed into her as her pussy pressed against his sheath and the fat bear cock was everything she'd hoped for, longer, thicker and harder than Mike's.

She bounced a few times, slowly at first in case he really was asleep, but the feel of heavy bear shaft sliding into her and the fur tickling her pussy was like nothing she'd ever experienced and soon she was thrusting herself onto him. If anything his cock got thicker as they fucked and he was tight and hard and hot in her. Soon she wasn't able to stifle her moans any more and the sound either woke him or he just gave up pretending. At first the bear just arched his back to meet her as though fucking in his sleep but eventually inky bear eyes popped open and his forepaws reached up and grabbed her thighs.

Katie let out a squeal of alarm as the bear rolled over, suddenly finding herself staring at the long bushy fur of his neck as he ended up on all fours atop her. Her fingers sank into his coarse smelly fur as the bear began to hump. Now he was in charge and after uncertainly shifting his paws a few times - he may never have mated before and if he had it couldn't possibly have been with a human - he pressed his furry belly against hers and fell into a growling rhythm of thrust, withdraw, thrust. Without thought or planning Katie wrapped her legs around him and matched him thrust for thrust, moan for growl.

Katie came less than a minute after that, incredibly wet and ready before his cock ever touched her pussy and now stuffed full of bear and moaning with every stroke. She'd been fantasizing about this since she touched him yesterday and she shivered and moaned as her pussy clenched around the thick shaft.

He was only just getting started and kept thrusting, curling his muzzle down to look at her. The broad tongue she'd seen before slipped out of his muzzle and sliding hotly down her breast. His questing nose encountered her bikini top, and almost gently he nipped onto it and tore it away with an easy twist of his powerful neck. Then his tongue went back to work, slathering over her breasts before moving up to her shoulders and neck.

She'd been under the bear for minutes now, bask scraped by the rough pebbly dirt but her front flushed with lust as bear cock, coarse fur and tongue combined to push her toward another orgasm. She was grinning up at the happy, humping young bear when things went terribly wrong.

He licked her cheek, then her forehead and the other cheek, and spent a few seconds lapping at her hair until it was stuck tight to her skull. (She'd have to do something about that before Mike got back!). His long tongue slipped to the back of her neck, and as the powerful organ withdrew the young bear's muzzle creaked wide. Katie's eyes went wide as the returning tongue pulled her in, and just like that her head was in his mouth.

For a moment she was too stunned to act, then she pushed at his chest, but under his fur the young bear was solid wiry muscle. He kept thrusting even as his muzzle curled down toward his belly, and with his belly atop hers, his thick forelegs on either side and his nose pushing down toward his belly there was nowhere for her to go but down the bear's throat.

His canine fangs, hooked behind her ears to keep her in his mouth, scraped down over her neck, followed by the blunt back teeth, but the feel of that was a tiny horror compared to the wet throat flesh that slipped down over her forehead. The young bear wriggled his muzzle and her head popped past the tightness at the back of his jaws, slimy throat pressing in against her head from all sides as he began to work his way over her shoulders.

He was eating her! The thick bear cock slamming into her from below was secondary now, almost ignored as Katie fought for her life. Hot, wet throat skin slipped further over her and a broad forepaw hooked beneath her back as she tried to wriggle free. The bear wasn't having any of that. Her young lover trapped her against his chest with that paw and humped on three legs, each thrust slamming his hips against her own and driving her that much farther into his maw. Bit by bit the horny young bear was fucking her down his throat.

Fangs scraped over her breasts and back as his jaws stretched wide, letting her nude body slip into the salivating chute of throat. Her face and neck, already slicked down with drool (for easier swallowing? Had he planned to eat her the entire time?) were coated with thick layers of lubricating mucus from the walls of his gullet. Though she clung for her life to his chest fur her shoulders were gradually swallowed, followed by her upper arms. Her breasts were squeezed into the slimy confines of his gullet and she was surrounded by the creak and pop of stretching muscle as the young bear went about swallowing her whole.

When his jaws were around her elbows and the young bear was curled almost in a circle he began to thrust harder and harder, arching his back and growling through a full throat. Each thrust drove his hips against hers and shoved her into his maw like a ramrod. Slippery gullet slithered around her naked shoulders and head and soon her face popped free into a disgusting slimy pocket that had to be his stomach. She was pulsed forward and back as the bear humped, the tight ring of muscle that separated bear throat from bear gut clinging tight around her neck and unable to do a single thing to save herself. His throat held her arms tight to her sides and the only reason he wasn't swallowing any more of him was that he was humping himself off.

She felt it happen, the quiver building up in his belly muscles and finally the deep growl as he came. The young bear bucked a last few times, spending his seed in his half swallowed lover. Finally the shivering tension drained out of his body, along with his semen, and he straightened his body. The thick cock she had enjoyed so much at first slipped out and the bear pushed her ass against the ground, using that anchor to hold her still as his fangs scraped over and past her rump.

The widest part of her body slid into his throat and the young bear sat back on his haunches, swallowing for the first time. Slippery throat skin gripped down and rippled, easing her shoulders past the tightness at the top of his stomach. With two tosses of his head he gulped down her thighs and there was nothing of all left of her in the cool morning air but a set of kicking calves and naked feet.

Her only hope now was for someone to grab them and pull her back out. The slimy gullet that had taken her in so easily would relinquish her just as readily, though no doubt the young bear would protest and try to gulp her down if Mike showed up and pulled. Mike didn't show up, though and the bear swallowed again. She could feel his furry belly expand as she began to curl up inside it and with one more gulp his back teeth were pressing against her heels and his rubbery lips stretched over her feet just in front of her toes.

He was barely twice her weight, a small and young bear, but with a toss of his muzzle he got her feet into his jaws and swallowed. Katie screamed as his throat gripped down, powerful swallowing muscles forcing her deeper no matter how she wriggled. The young bear rose to all fours and stretched, giving his belly room to swell as she slithered whole down his throat and into his gut. A ponderous droop developed between his front and back legs, his formerly slender body now so swollen his belly fur barely clearing the ground, and Katie felt the stiffness of his still-rigid cock press against her back like an iron bar as she curled up in his stomach.

There couldn't be more than a couple of inches of muscle and hide between her and daylight but that was all it was going to take. With her knees pressed against her breast by the stretched belly there was no way to get leverage. Katie tried to kick, to claw at he stomach walls, but her fingernails just left trails in the thick layer of stinging slime that coated them. The same slime was dripping onto her and pooling at the lowest part of the bear's gut. As the pool rose more and more of her naked body began to sting, to burn. The young bear was beginning to digest his meal.

So stretched was his hide that a faint pink light made it through to illuminate his gut and she could see the rivulets of digestive fluid form and drip lazily down to the pool. Katie kept kicking as the pool grew, rewarded by an uncomfortable grunt from the young bear, but eventually the walls of the stomach squeezed tight around her and the bear vented the swallowed air in a long belch. All that was left was dim pink light, the slosh of acid and a struggle that diminished to nothing as the bear's stomach began to gurgle and churn.

The mother bear was surprised upon her appearance at he campsite to find the tent down and her son using his paws to fold it into a bundle. She was not surprised, though, at he ponderous bulge in his middle. She had led him here to give him more practice at eating humans, after all.

"What are you doing," she growled. "Leaving the camp intact is something we do so other humans won't think we were responsible. That's why we lure them out of the tent."

He gave the bundle of tent a push with his muzzle before answering. "But then they find a tent and wonder what happened to the owners." He paused to belch, reaching back to push the bulge in his belly until it slipped into a more comfortable position. "I know a cave I can hide this in that humans don't go to. No tent at all is better than an empty tent."

"That is a good idea," she growled. "I should have thought of that."

He for his part was not surprised that his mother, too, had a drooping belly. It wasn't as large proportionately as his bulge, but she was bigger than he was.

"Did the human mate with you before you ate him?" He asked.

"This one was not interested," she growled. "I only do that to lure them away from their things or away from other humans. A lone human I can just grab and swallow."

He nodded and bit into the bundle of tent. It wasn't heavy to a bear, even with the two backpacks inside, and would be no trouble at all to carry to the cave. As he padded out of the little clearing his mother finished the work he'd begun of scuffing out the various paw prints. No more was there clear sign of a bear on all fours atop a woman. A good tracker would even have been able to tell that he had mated with her. All the evidence of that was gone now, swallowed or covered up. Two humans had simply disappeared and no one but his mother and himself would ever know of their slimy digestive fate.

What he did not tell his mother was that there was a tiny twinge of regret that nagged at him as he walked. He had enjoyed every moment with the woman, from the first touch of her hand to the tightness of her around his cock. He had still gotten to thrust as he swallowed her but if he had not eaten her he might have had the opportunity to do it again. Maybe she would have come to the forest regularly, become his lover. He was too young and too small to fight for a bear sow yet. Why not lie with humans instead?

A last burp cleared the dregs of air from his gut as he deposited the bundle in the cave and settled down to sleep off his meal, sprawling out on his side so the huge bulge in his middle had room to spread out. In a few days the woman would be digested and he could set off to find another. He was old enough to go without his mother now and if he found another friendly one, maybe he wouldn't eat her.

After all, he could still eat the scream-ey or uncooperative ones, but if one was happy to be wrapped around a bear's cock, well, unless he was very hungry he'd rather have one there than in his belly. With a smile the young bear settled down to sleep: what his mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her.