Anonymous5: Since traffik already made the obligatory Smokey The Bear porn comment I'll just add that you'd think her jaw would be broken or something. I mean, look at the size of him!
Anonymous6: By the by, here's the aforementioned story if anyone's interested:
When she showed up at his cabin, carrying a twelve-pack already missing three cans, Smokey knew what the new ranger wanted. He let her in without saying a word. He just took a beer of his own, lay back on the floor, and waited to see whether she was drunk enough.
He was on the third beer by the time she finally made up her mind. She'd paced around the cabin drinking, sat down next to him, then jerked back to her feet when he reached out a paw. The second time she sat down, though, her hand came down on his crotch.
Smokey didn't hurry her, but his body let her know he was interested; the bulge in his pants got a lot bigger when her hand stroked his balls. By the time she fumbled at the button fly it was almost painfully tight. Then the last button gave up and his cock sprang out to greet her.
Sally – he thought her name was Sally, anyway – gasped, for if she had set the beer can in her hand on top of the one Smokey held, she'd have made a tower almost as long and thick as what lay unsheathed and hard against Smokey's thigh. He'd heard the other ranger girls warning her. “Have you had kids? No? Then you aren't ready for Smokey.” But sooner or later they always got curious.
Sally was drunk enough to be very curious indeed. She tugged his heavy cock up and began to lick, then graduated to sucking. She couldn't get her mouth around him, but she tried, and Smokey, in anticipation of this moment, had saved up. As she sucked and worked his shafted with her hands, his lust rose quickly. He could have paced himself, but she was too young and tender to wrap her pussy around his cock. Afterward he'd lick her out, but for the moment he let himself enjoy her mouth. Things reached a peak only a couple of minutes in, and Smokey began to growl. Any second now –
Just then the door opened. He had forgotten what day it was, Tuesday was the tour day!
“And here's where our star lives! Kids, meet Smokey the...bear...”
The guide's voice trailed off and Smokey looked up at dozens of inquisitive little eyes. God, he had to – but no. Only a tourniquet or cork could stop it now. Smokey let out a despairing grunt as cum spurted out of his cock and over Sally's face. With a grin she pointed his shaft to the side, and spooge splattered on the wall ten feet away. At least she didn't point him at the kids!
The door shut with a click, blocking off the wide little eyes. Sally swallowed a huge blob of bear cum, still grinning, and began to take her pants off.
“All right then,” Smokey said, and picked her up by the waist. “I guess we find out if you can handle me after all.”
There was a wet squelch, her eyes went wide, and it was Smokey's turn to grin.
Urbane_Guerrilla: @Anonymous: Well, not quite. Park Rangers in the US are under the Department of Parks and Recreation. Smokey seems however to have swiped his iconic ranger hat from one. Or maybe it was interdepartmental cooperation.
She's a Forest Ranger, and these are under the Department of Agriculture, the USDA. That's a forest ranger insignia. They don't look quite so much like forest-green Mounties as Park Rangers. I'm a forest ranger's son and grew up on Smokey the Bear, and well do I know that patch and the smallish bronze pinetree badge that goes with it. The USDA Forest Service is actually closer associated with Smokey than the Parks people, so there's plenty verisimilitude here.
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When she showed up at his cabin, carrying a twelve-pack already missing three cans, Smokey knew what the new ranger wanted. He let her in without saying a word. He just took a beer of his own, lay back on the floor, and waited to see whether she was drunk enough.
He was on the third beer by the time she finally made up her mind. She'd paced around the cabin drinking, sat down next to him, then jerked back to her feet when he reached out a paw. The second time she sat down, though, her hand came down on his crotch.
Smokey didn't hurry her, but his body let her know he was interested; the bulge in his pants got a lot bigger when her hand stroked his balls. By the time she fumbled at the button fly it was almost painfully tight. Then the last button gave up and his cock sprang out to greet her.
Sally – he thought her name was Sally, anyway – gasped, for if she had set the beer can in her hand on top of the one Smokey held, she'd have made a tower almost as long and thick as what lay unsheathed and hard against Smokey's thigh. He'd heard the other ranger girls warning her. “Have you had kids? No? Then you aren't ready for Smokey.” But sooner or later they always got curious.
Sally was drunk enough to be very curious indeed. She tugged his heavy cock up and began to lick, then graduated to sucking. She couldn't get her mouth around him, but she tried, and Smokey, in anticipation of this moment, had saved up. As she sucked and worked his shafted with her hands, his lust rose quickly. He could have paced himself, but she was too young and tender to wrap her pussy around his cock. Afterward he'd lick her out, but for the moment he let himself enjoy her mouth. Things reached a peak only a couple of minutes in, and Smokey began to growl. Any second now –
Just then the door opened. He had forgotten what day it was, Tuesday was the tour day!
“And here's where our star lives! Kids, meet Smokey the...bear...”
The guide's voice trailed off and Smokey looked up at dozens of inquisitive little eyes. God, he had to – but no. Only a tourniquet or cork could stop it now. Smokey let out a despairing grunt as cum spurted out of his cock and over Sally's face. With a grin she pointed his shaft to the side, and spooge splattered on the wall ten feet away. At least she didn't point him at the kids!
The door shut with a click, blocking off the wide little eyes. Sally swallowed a huge blob of bear cum, still grinning, and began to take her pants off.
“All right then,” Smokey said, and picked her up by the waist. “I guess we find out if you can handle me after all.”
There was a wet squelch, her eyes went wide, and it was Smokey's turn to grin.
She's a Forest Ranger, and these are under the Department of Agriculture, the USDA. That's a forest ranger insignia. They don't look quite so much like forest-green Mounties as Park Rangers. I'm a forest ranger's son and grew up on Smokey the Bear, and well do I know that patch and the smallish bronze pinetree badge that goes with it. The USDA Forest Service is actually closer associated with Smokey than the Parks people, so there's plenty verisimilitude here.