Ben and the bear
By Strega

Ben loved to camp, with friends and by himself.  Since he was a teenager he had the habit of packing up his gear, slinging a pack across his shoulder and heading up into the Sierras most weekends during camping season.  Sometimes he talked friends into going, more often he was by himself, and if he brought a car at all it was only to park it at a trailhead and leave it behind.  Campgrounds were not for Ben; they cost money and were too crowded. Any people at all was too many for Ben when he was camping.

In his many trips into the woods he had seen every sort of animal there was to be seen and he was not at all surprised to see the bear nosing through the woods near his solitary camp. What did surprise him was its behavior.

The bulky black bear sniffed at a tree near his camp then turned and rubbed its backside against the bark.  Not its rump, either.  With a long growl the bear ground its groin against the pine, not seeming to notice him even though he watched wide-eyed from his tent a hundred feet away.

Grizzlies hadn't existed in California for a nigh a century but black bears were common.  It was because of them that campgrounds had steel food lockers and dumpsters with trick hatches you needed hands to open.  He'd never seen one behave like this, though. After rubbing itself for at least a minute against the tree the bear let out a long moan and shuddered.

Up until that moment Ben didn't know the thing's gender but as it flopped on the ground after its apparently orgasm it flashed its sex at him. It was a she-bear, with an almost triangular vulva something like a dog's. It was wet and soft-looking and as the she-bear regained her feet she noticed him. Clambering upright she looked back over her shoulder and lifted her stub of tail at him.  He'd heard of bedroom eyes but had never expected to see them on a bear!

There was a little secret he kept to himself from even his closest friends: Ben liked animals.  A lot. Only by the greatest excercise of will had he kept himself from doing things to the family dog as a teenager. Inappropriate things; illegal things. The fear of harassment, arrest and ridicule had kept him on the straight and narrow and even his few girlfriends didn't know he fantasized about odd things as he had sex with them. Things like fucking a bear.

Alone in the woods except for the bear Ben found himself suddenly, powerfully erect. The bear curled around and licked at her sex a time or two then once again lifted her tail and presented herself to him.

"This is crazy," he muttered.  "It's a bear." But it was a bear backing toward his tent and as he stepped out of the tent he left his boxer shorts behind. There was no one there to see him meet the bear and slam his hips against her furry rump.

The she-bear groaned and Ben joined in, for she was wet and tight. Digging his fingers into the dense smelly fur of her haunches he thrust with all his might, knowing as he did that he'd never be able to tell a living soul. People ended up in jail for fucking perfectly willing dogs and to the charge of bestiality he'd probably get hit with one of wildlife abuse.

The poor, abused bear groaned her lust and backed up suddenly, no doubt trying to get the last quarter inch of fine human cock, and Ben's heel caught on a root. With a grunt he went down on his butt. Before he could get out from under her the horny she-bear sat on him. Ben's eyes went wide for the second time in ten minutes as the she-bear impaled herself.

"Well, damn!" Ben groaned, not able to do much but like back and enjoy it now.  The bear must be twice as heavy as he was and now she was bouncing in his lap. She was still on all fours and by shifting her paws she slowly turned around. When she was fully facing him she sat up and with a low growl took him into her to the balls.

It was too much.  The wet bear pussy gripping his cock from tip to root squeezed down and Ben groaned as she milked the cum out of him. For just a moment, vision blurred by orgasm, he could imagine it was a buxom woman in a shaggy bear costume straddling him.  It wasn't, of course.  It was just a bear, and that's the way he wanted it.

"Oh, god," Ben breathed.  "I'll never be able to tell my friends about this."
To his astonishment the she-bear looked down at him and smiled.  She growled, voice both deep and somehow still feminine, seeking to agree with him.

Ben jerked awake from his post-orgasmic reverie as she leaned toward him. Her clawed forepaws came down atop his upper arms and pinned them firmly to the ground as he found himself inches from a greasy bear nosepad. Behind that were dark, amused eyes that still had that hint of bedroom but also, now, looked him over the way a man examines a steak.

Once again she growled,  sounding sated and pleased,  but in mid-growl it changed. Suddenly she didn't sound sated at all and there was a hungry look in her eyes. 

"Wait," said Ben, but there was a flash of pink and ivory fangs.  He struggled to free his arms from the weight of her forepaws as the she-bear fit her jaws around his face. His mouth pressed against the squelching wetness of her tongue and the crown of his head encountered a rubbery, clinging tightness as his entire head was taken into her jaws.

Ben winced as she prepared to bite down but something even worse was in the offing. The bear pushed her muzzle further toward his shoulders, the muscular tongue gathered itself beneath his chin and with a sudden, mighty gulp the she-bear swallowed his entire head. The tightness he'd felt before had been her throat as as her jaws stretched impossibly wide he slipped into the wet chute of her gullet.

Muscular throat sucked tight to his face and Ben blinked in the saliva-coated darkness that abruptly enfolded him. A fang scraped his neck and it followed his face into the bear's jaws and Ben began to struggle as he realized at last what was happening. Bit by bit the she-bear was working her jaws over his shoulders, a start on the all too rapid process of swallowing him whole.

He kicked and squirmed, but the bear was still on his lap and pinned him securely to the ground. He was still in her, but shrunken with fear. Her forepaws trapped his upper arms to his sides as she engulfed his shoulders and the bear was twice his size, twice his strength.  All he could do was knee her rump as she ate him.

The walls of her throat were slick with saliva and slid easily over his shoulders. He felt the striated muscle under the skin pulse and grip as her swallowing muscles eased him deeper, and the swift pulse of the excited bear drummed in his ears. Bones creaked and popped in her jaws and torso as she stuffed half his chest into her hungry maw.  Only now did she finally dismount, leaving his flaccid wet cock stuck to his thigh with a mixture of their fluids.

The she-bear backed up, stepped past his feet and pulled him after.  Swallowed to the waist and gripped by the sucking wetness of her throat Ben had no choice but to follow after, his knees brushing the furry bulge he made in her neck as he briefly bent double, then straightened, his rump and legs protruding from her jaws.

He was naked, helpless.  He'd known it was stupid to step out his tent to fuck the bear but he'd expected nothing worse than a swipe or two of her clawed paws if she wasn't interested.  She had been interested, and he'd fucked her, but what she'd really wanted was a meal.

His knees scraped the pumice and loam of the campsite as her throat gripped down, and Ben whimpered as the gulp pushed his face through a tight orifice into her stomach. It stank of bile and stung his skin already, wet folds of elastic muscle expanding to allow more of him in as the she-bear swallowed again.

She paused to suck in a labored breath, pulling air around the great lump of meat in her throat, and as she twisted her jaws to engulf his rump his wet, spent cock lay atop her tongue.  Slowly, as though merely curious at the taste, and then with more interest as he stiffened, her long muscular tongue began to lick.

For a full minute she licked and teased until he was rock-hard in her mouth.  Maybe it was terror and a racing pulse that let him recover so quickly from the last bout of sex, but as her tongue pushed his tip into the tight salivating wetness of her throat and her tongue bunched up behind his balls Ben's toes dug into the dirt and he actually thrust himself an inch deeper in an uncontrollable spasm of lust. Halfway into a bear's throat he found himself wriggling, pushing his cock against the slick muscular walls and actually helping her swallow him in his desperate effort to finish.

The plump young bear who'd emerged from the woods blinked in puzzlement as he watched the man thrust himself deeper.  His mother braced herself against the push and let it happen, her unhinged jaws gliding up over the man's rump and taking in his thighs as with a series of abrupt lunges the man forced himself deeper.  He had known his mother planned to eat the man but had been told merely to watch and much of what happened confused him.  Why was the man feeding himself to his mother?  It would make no difference in the end, but in his limited experience, prey didn't usually act that way.

Ben couldn't help himself.  With his head and shoulders already in the she-bear's stomach and the rest to follow as soon as she got around to swallowing a few more times he knew with dreadful certainty that he was doomed.  The bear's cartoonish ability to swallow an entire man whole had come as a rude shock but he knew this would end with a belching, swollen bear and him kicking his last as it settled down to digest him. With no hope of rescue this far into the woods the urge to spend himself one last time was overpowering and he ground himself against the slippery, muscular wall of the she-bear's gullet. He was slick from nose to ankles with saliva now and he would swear she'd lifted one forepaw to squeeze her neck in against his raging cock. Another gulp kneaded his rock-hard erection and with a groan he shuddered and kicked, spurting against the unseen walls of her gullet.

The spasm was still passing and he lay in a haze of pleasure as teeth scraped over his heels as the she-bear lifted her head.  Almost delicately she tossed her muzzle to gather in his feet, as though taking the greatest care not to hurt him, until finally her jaws closed and her tongue pushed hard against his insteps.  Bonelessly limp and relaxed and too exhausted to put up much of a fight in any event Ben was swallowed down, slipping along the smooth wet walls of the throat until their muscles pushed him into the now-tight belly.  With a last grunt he felt as well as heard the she-bear stretched, swallowing one last time to clear her throat.

It was too late to fight and Ben curled up as her throat muscles pushed his toes in after. Her ribs popped as her body cavity swelled to accommodate him and he lay curled up, wrapped in layers of flesh, sinew and fur. Briefly he squirmed, too weak to even discomfit the bear, and by the time she let out a long belch the struggle was all but over. All he could do, and all he wanted to do, was stroke his still-hard cock as slimy digestive juices began to pool in the nooks and crannies of his curled-up form.

The young bear watched his mother stretch and groan, recognizing the effort as one to get her heavy meal situated for easiest digestion. She was far more experienced at that than he was, and his one human meal had been much larger proportionally than this one, so he was not surprised when after just a perfunctory yawn to re-hinge her jaws and a burp or two she stood there blinking, seemingly returned to normal.  Normal except for the new, heavy droop in her belly, anyway. Only an occasional twitch in her stretched pelt betrayed the curiously rhythmic movments of the swallowed man.

"I don't understand, mother," he growled.  "He came out and did...mated with you I guess," for young bears are not as sheltered as young humans and see nature happening around them each day, "But why did he push himself in?  You would have swallowed him anyway, but he helped."

"You will understand soon," came the answering growl.  "Mating is very pleasant. On his way down my throat, knowing he was doomed, he wanted to feel that pleasure one more time."

The young bear shook his head.  He was too young to worry about such things. He helped his mother scrape over the tracks her brief meal had made, leaving no sign that a bear and a man had occupied the same ground, then said  "I can smell food in the shelter. May I go find it?"

"No," growled his mother.  "I could have crept up on the man as he slept, opened the shelter as I have taught you, and by the time he woke he would be halfway to my stomach. But then I might leave something some scratch or bit of fur, and if men come to see what happened to this one I might be found out. I lured him out so that we could leave his shelter undisturbed.  Others may loot it. Let them take the blame."

"Besides," she growled, "You are still fat with the young human you ate not three days gone. You cannot possibly be very hungry."

The young bear wanted to argue, because he really did think he was hungry, but that way led to a heavy paw across his head.  He changed the subject.

"I am male," he said reasonably.  "And I have seen few solitary female humans.  Am I likely to get to use this way of luring prey close?  Will human females be as willing to mate with a male bear as the males are with a female one?"

His mother let out a last long burp. The movements in her lumpy belly had finally stilled and there were just faint,wet gurgles as her body began to process this large meal. "Your father thought it was a useless tactic too," she growled.  "Then he saw me use it, and jealous of my success, he flaunted himself before the first human he saw. That human was a male, yet he was still...interested, and still became a meal.  At least some male humans can be lured close this way, even by a male bear. The females,  well,  you will have to see."

The young bear pondered that, then with a shrug decided he'd find out when he found out. It had been easy enough to lure the fat young human close and swallow him. He'd have to wait to see how well his mother's idea worked on adults.