The Frigid Wastes Pt. 03

His wife couldn't help but grin, looking off to the side as if remembering a fond memory. "Pravda, no vy ne izvrashchenets-kapitalist, kotoryy prodast svoyu mat za yedu."

"Ty ne dumayesh, chto ya izvrashchenets?" Mark could feel the tension in the air, and from the mischievous glint in the male bear's eyes, he was planning on doing something fun. "Tak chto dlya menya bylo by sovershenno nekharakterno delat... eto!" Without warning he lunged forward and reached around his wife's back, undoing the knot in her bra with surprising dexterity before darting backward. He then flaunted it with a devilish grin, daring her to take it back. "Davay, ty znayesh menya luchshe chem eto."

"Otday eto, Tolya!" she cried, her voice a curious blend of annoyance, amusement, and arousal. The big bear made a swipe for the garment, but her smaller husband easily ducked under it, coming up right in front of her breasts.

Before she could stop him, he began sloppily kissing all over her soft, furry chest, suckling on her nipples and even motorboating her for a little bit. Mama bear hardly seemed to mind, however, and seemed to grow more intimately interested in her husband as he continued to make out with her tits. "Yest moy satry drog, kotory deystvitel'no khotel by vstretit'sya se vami," the husband purred, "Ili, po krayney mere, vstretit vashi krasivyye sis'ki..."

"U menya yest neskol'ko druzey, kotorye vam mogut ponravit'sya," his wife replied, her paw slipping down under his tunic as she got more into it. Mark could see his expression light up as she found his member, and he knew from his time with Yana how good a polar bear's paw could feel. The two bears went on groping eachother for a few seconds more before the wife pulled away, leading her husband back around to the front of the wagon by his stiff cock. "Davayte zaydem vinutr e pokazhem etu krovat ve tyazheloye vremya."

Mark remained half-crouched behind the wheel as the two frisky creatures rushed to the front and scrambled into the door. He heard it shut hard behind them, then flinched as the wagon violently rocked downward. After listening to the telltale sounds of someone getting fucked hard for a moment, the human decided to get back to Yana; it'd be weird to listen in on her parents screwing, and he doubted he could explain being crouched behind their wagon if anyone spotted him. Mark began sneaking off as quietly as possible, doing his best to muffle the crunch of his boots in the heavy snow as if Yana's parents could actually hear him over their lovemaking. Just go back to bed, he thought, you've no business spying on them, and Yana will give you all you could ask for in the morning. Besides, don't want to get caught as a- "GAAAH... O, BLYAT!"

The apocalyptic roar of pleasure had come from the elder's wagon, and Mark's curiosity quickly became far more convincing. What could've persuaded her to make such a noise... his mind promptly came up with a bunch of scenarios, all of them worthy of a closer look. There was still the danger of getting caught, however... eh, he hadn't seen any bears besides the two elders out that night. After quickly scanning the area and seeing nothing but snow and gypsy wagons, Mark looked over the side of the rocking vehicle for some handholds. After a moment's planning, he stepped up to a ledge below the window using the tire, letting him just peek over the windowsill to see what was going on.

The very first thought that crossed his mind was "Oh, so that's why the wagon is shaking." The second was "Holy shit, he's hung like a horse," and the third was something along the lines of "This was definitely worth it." The two elders were hardly living up to their title and were going at it like a pair of... well, like a pair of rabid bears. Masha was lying on her back halfway onto the bed, with legs and hips dangling off the edge. Each frenzied thrust from her husband sent her tits swaying in the same direction, and the whole wagon rocked from the impact. Her eyes were rolled back, clouded with pure bliss as she let out another wail of pleasure, and her expression of frazzled enjoyment was something he'd only ever seen before in porn. The husband had her legs over his shoulders and was viciously fucking her, slamming his dick home as he growled some half-heard dirty talk. "Tebe nravitsya eto?" he groaned, "Tebe nravitsya moy chlen vnutri tebya?" His wife replied with another spirited moan, incoherent from the pounding she was getting.

This went on for a little while, with Mark watching enraptured, but Masha suddenly seemed to call for a pause. "Trakhni menya, kak suka ya!" she cried, and her husband quickly backed off. The hulking she-bear quickly flipped herself over, got onto her paws and knees, then gave her ass a hearty slap to invite her husband. He practically leaped onto her like a rabid dog, effortlessly sliding inside before latching onto her tits with his hands. The peg-legged sex fiend then began fucking her once again in time with some extra groping and nipple teasing, making his wife almost scream with enjoyment. From his little vantage point, Mark could see every juicy detail of their lovemaking; Masha's pussy was soaking wet, dripping vaginal fluids onto the sheets as her husband's massive member penetrated deep inside her. His mind began to fantasize about what the husband was feeling, how tight she was, how warm, how much her body squeezed against him as he continued to breed her. The human could feel a tightness growing in his pants, but before he could do something about it, the husband suddenly slowed down.

"Noga snova kapriznichayet, khochesh vzyat verkh?" Masha nodded in response, and her husband took a moment to pull out with a delightful schlorping sound. Mark figured they were going to change positions again, but he didn't expect what came next; Masha grabbed her smaller husband by the waist and did a three-quarter turn before slamming him onto the bed, making a few of the little bells on the roof ring as the wagon rocked. She then swiftly straddled him and got herself lined up, grinding her hips against him for a moment before slipping him back inside. Both bears groaned as they coupled once again, but it only took a moment for Masha to get to work. She began sliding her slick pussy up and down his cock with practiced finesse, but it quickly gave way to full-on slamming as she picked up the pace.

The wagon was bouncing up and down even more as her massive weight slapped into his pelvis, creaking the suspension and making the collection of knick-knacks around the edge of the roof tinkle together. Inside, a few items began sliding off tables and shelves, but the two lovers hardly seemed to care. Mark was starting to have issues with holding on, but even if he didn't have a view, it would have been quite the show. Wet slapping and bestial roars filled the air, coupling with the sounds of the wagon shaking to make it seem like a maelstrom of wild lovemaking. Mark could see Masha's body jiggling wonderfully with each movement as well as where her husband was penetrating her snatch, and despite his issues with gripping, he reached one hand down to his groin and started rubbing. Had it not been freezing cold, he might have unzipped and started jerking off, but for now, he was content massaging his boner through his snow pants.

Suddenly, the bears shifted position again, with Masha standing up just enough to turn around and go into reverse cowgirl. Mark was delighted to be able to see her big squishy tits bouncing once again, but after a moment he realized she was looking right at him, not just in his vicinity, but right at his face, and he could see the glint of recognition reflected in her warm brown eyes. Part of him wanted to run, in the hopes that she might be too busy to come after him, but his thoughts of flight were stopped by a simple observation: she was grinning at him. Not only that, the elder bear seemed to love being on display and continued her wild fucking with primal ferocity. She leaned back a bit to give the human a better view, showing off her soaked pussy while rubbing at the clit. Her husband was really stretching her out and was definitely hitting her g-spot, making her feverishly moan with pleasure as the first signs of an impending orgasm showed. From the husband's growls, he was getting close too, and Mark just stared in awe as they went into the final stretch.

Masha switched back to leaning forward, tits bouncing with each thrust and her paw furiously massaging her clit. The big bear began to slow down her thrusts just a tad, eyes rolling back with bliss, then slammed herself down onto her husband's girthy cock as she let out a roar of pure ecstasy. Her lover came just a few seconds later, letting out a similar sound as he put in a few last thrusts. Bits of sticky cum began leaking out the sides, dripping onto the sheets and into their fur; Mark could practically feel the male's balls pumping, and could only imagine what it felt like to be spurting seed into something that big. He had some idea in his time with Yana, but their primal ferocity... god, that must be something else. The big female bear then pulled off her husband with a loud slurping sound, letting his seed dribble onto the sheets as she leaned over to the window Mark was using. "Luchshe zakryt eti okna," she said as she slid the shutters into place, "Ne khochu, chtoby kto-to zaglyadyval."

As Mark hopped off the wagon into the snow, he could feel a bit of stickiness in his groin but wasn't all that surprised that he'd creamed his pants. Nothing he'd seen before coming here could have compared to that, with all the wild lovemaking of amateur passion porn and none of the shitty camerawork. As the human walked back to Yana's wagon, part of him thought it was gross that he'd been a peeping tom, but he quickly got over it when he remembered Masha grinning lustily at him. Once inside, he slipped off his winter gear with thoughts of fornication and lust swirling about in his mind, then gently crawled back into bed on top of Yana. It had been a long day, and he could use some rest.

But rest, it seemed, wanted nothing to do with him. He tossed and turned as he heard another bout of violent sex coming from the elder's wagon, each moan and scream and bounce driving him mad. His hardon was almost poking a hole in his pants as he tried to get to sleep, and his mind spun with wild, amorous fantasies. A few times he accidentally bumped into Yana's furry bulk, and part of him was afraid he'd wake her up, but she was utterly dead to the world. It went on like this for god knows how long, with Mark getting no release despite all his wild imaginings. He didn't know how he'd survive the night, up until a strange thought crossed his mind.

The human sat up and looked down at the bear next to him, looking over her body with smoldering lust. She still had on some clothes, but with plenty of fur still showing, Mark couldn't help but look away. Maybe there was a was he could soothe himself, the human thought... no, no, that was crazy, he couldn't get frisky with Yana while she was asleep... could he? Well, maybe... part of him guessed she wouldn't mind it all that much, especially given how much she'd loved porking him. He reached out one hand and gently took hold of one squishy breast, gently squeezing to gauge her reaction. Nothing. As he slid one hand down her thigh to test something else, he wondered what'd happen if she woke up in the middle of it; would she be angry, or would she enjoy it? His fingers pulled up her skirt a bit before venturing further, brushing against her vulva while watching her reaction. All she did was murmur slightly, and to his surprise, she spread her legs just a tad. Taking this as a good omen, Mark went a step further, sticking two fingers into his mouth before pressing inward. He thought she'd definitely wake up from the penetration, but she merely spread her legs a bit further as she whispered "Krolik..."

Spurred by the ravenous rocking of the elder's wagon, he decided to go all the way with his little plan, pulling down his pants and freeing his throbbing cock. He then crawled down between her legs, heart aflutter with churning guilt. Should he really do this? The big bear gently stirred as he applied an extra helping of spittle to help lube her up, making him worry that she could wake any second. Maybe he shouldn't do it, maybe he should wake her up first... but he was so pent up that he couldn't help but continue. As the creaking of the neighbor's wagon continued to fill the air, he lined the tip of his cock up with her little lips and found that she'd already gotten a tad wet on her own. Mark pressed in, letting out a light groan of pleasure as her warm insides slid down his shaft; she was just as tight as when she was awake, and he could swear she was squeezing down on him automatically. After looking at her face one last time, he decided to take it all the way and shifted his gaze to the bouncing wagon next door.

Mark quickly picked up his pace to match that of the elders next door, humping against Yana's furry body as she gently squirmed in her sleep. He didn't understand what they were moaning, but the tone definitely sounded like something you'd scream while being fucked hard. Each thrust inward, rocked Yana's body backward a tad, her tits swaying gently as Mark continued to make love to her. He couldn't help but go faster, slamming into her warm, slippery pussy with lusty gusto; he thought for sure she'd wake up, but all she did was spread her legs a bit more and lightly moan in her sleep. "Mmmm, khoroshiy krolik," she murmured, "Idti bystreye..." Fucking her like this certainly felt different, what with her not pinning him to the ground, and he had to admit he kind of liked being in control for once. What little guilt remained was overshadowed by the raw pleasure of the act, of having his cock buried in her delicious folds as he went at his own pace, and the sight of her tits bouncing along made it all the better.

He was getting close to cumming, and from the noises the elders were making, so were they. He tried to manage the pressure in his groin by slowing down, but he was far too into it to care. Each squelching push inward brought him ever closer to the edge, and part of his rational mind wondered whether he should pull out; it'd probably be difficult to explain why she woke up with sticky stuff between her legs... but cumming inside just felt so good... eh, he could clean her up once he was finished. As he reached the brink of climax and put in a few last spirited thrusts, he heard what sounded like the cry of an orgasming banshee from next door, which was just enough to send him toppling over the edge. With his apprehensions suspended, he thrust as deep as he could into her body, spurting his seed into her as he moaned in satisfaction. Yana reacted by gently squeezing him between her legs, letting out what sounded like a satisfied sigh. As he flopped down on top of her furry body in a post-coital haze, he was pretty sure she'd enjoyed it too, whether in a pleasant dream or hanging on the edge of consciousness.

After a moment to cool down and get his bearings, he pulled out with a quiet slurp and set to work cleaning both himself and her up. It didn't take him to get the job done with some rags, and once he finished, he flopped back down on top of the big polar bear like it was his rightful place. It only took him a few seconds to drift off after the satisfying exertion of lovemaking, and as he did, he wondered how much of it Yana would remember.

Mark was brought back to the waking world by a little sliver of sunlight leaving into the wagon, but what fully brought him to consciousness was the feeling of something warm, tight, and wet sliding up and down his erect cock. His eyes snapped open, and he was greeted by the beautiful sight of Yana's melons swaying over him. "Dobroye utro, krolik," she purred without missing a beat. "Mmmm... enjoying show?"

A brief spike of panic ran through the human's mind, but it quickly subsided once he realized she was talking about right now. "Mmmph, yeah," he groaned, "Just a bit faster... ahhh, right there." Yana must've been fucking him for some time, seeing as how he already felt pressure in his crotch; it was a bit weird waking up in media res, but that didn't dull the pleasant feeling of Yana's soft fur and warm snatch. He reached up and groped her chest as she continued humping against him, feeding her arousal and getting them both a bit closer to the brink. They went on for a few minutes more before Yana finally came, and the big bear pressed her furry crotch flush to Mark's. "Gahhh... there you go..."

The contracting muscles in her pussy squeezed and pulsed, drawing the human over the edge alongside her. Mark let out a long moan of satisfaction as he started pumping his seed into Yana, each spurt getting nice and deep into her loins. It felt like it had been forever since he'd creamed her, and his balls gladly squirted everything they had into her snatch one blast at a time. Both of the unusual lovers writhed with pleasure, Yana enjoying the feeling of being filled and Mark enjoying the bear's soft body. Once they both relaxed a bit, the human leaned up and kissed the bear right on the clavicle, and she responded by hugging him tightly. "Khoroshiy krolik," she purred next to his ear, "You make fine mate." The thought of being married set off a small spark of terror, but it was utterly muffled by cozy post-coital lust. Living with the bears, being Yana's husband, and leaving his old life behind was starting to seem less intimidating, becoming more and more like a fantasy made flesh each time he was in his lover's arms.