Over the Road, Part 3, Don't Poke the Bear (Patreon)

***NSFW Ahead!  Extremely.  You've been warned.***

Laris could not remember ever being so warm before in his life.  It was not oppressive or stifling, more rather it was an all-encompassing warmth that filled him to his core.  The soft scent of maple syrup and other sweet things soaked into Gwen's fur made his nose tingle appreciatively.  The pressure of her arm around him was like an anchor and a weighted blanket at the same time.

He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep but he felt better than he had before.  His head and body no longer ached so badly.  He didn't want to admit it, but her big furry body felt amazing to have wrapped all around him, like a dream come true.  Still half-asleep, he arched back more into her, nuzzling further into her fluffy, plush front.  The swells of two pillow-like shapes pressed against his hair and ears, bringing him closer to the source of that wonderful scent of hers.

A soft mumbling growl came from her.  He immediately froze, worried he had done something bad, only for her arm to tighten around him and tug him actually closer than his worming had already accomplished.  She was practically draped across him at this point, the crushing weight of her huge, solid frame overpowering him completely.  It felt wonderful and he couldn't resist wiggling back in delight.

Something nudged him then, a hard, persistent pressure that was wholly unlike the rest of her fluffy form.  It was incredibly firm and solid, almost like a metal rod or a piece of timber.  He wiggled again, trying to resituate himself against it.  His boxers ground against its shape again and he abruptly heard Gwen take a deep breath in.  It came out in a soft growl, sounding pleased.  Whatever it was, it was incredibly warm.  It twitched against him, pushing even harder against his rear for a second and providing a delightful increase in pressure that he guiltily realized he deeply enjoyed.

That was when it clicked.  Laris' eyes blinked rapidly open, throwing off the torpor of slumber fully now.  He glanced back at what he could see of Gwen but with her body practically laying half atop of him, his whole field of vision was dark outlines of her furry limbs.  Nothing distinct stuck out at all.  He lay his head back down and tried to calm his abruptly hammering heart.  Maybe he should just lay very still and it would go away.

The twitch came again, the heavy weight of her lower limb bobbing against his backside once more.  His face heated and he tried hard not to think about how nice it felt.  It brought back some of his only pleasant memories in high school.  The only thing was that Laira had never felt quite that...big.  Almost subconsciously, he shifted his hips, pushing his boxer-clad lower half back against Gwen more.  Maybe just...one more feel?

With him actively grinding against it now, he was absolutely sure of what he was feeling.  Gwen's aroused member pulsed against him, even through the fabric of both their clothing that covered their lower halves.  He bit his lip hard at how much warmer it was compared to the rest of her.  He sawed his legs back and forth slowly and softly, having firmly wedged her between his cheeks.  She twitched heatedly again, pressing harder back against him.

Gwen's breathing had changed.  It was heavier now, soft grunts each and every time he moved, and her paw had begun to knead the sheets in front of him.  She made an appreciative murmur as he ground back more firmly, the tip of one of her fangs showing over her bottom lip.  Her eyelids fluttered rapidly.  She must have thought she was still dreaming.

Then her big paw lifted slowly from in front of him and gripped his hip directly, which forced his movements to cease.  He was worried for a second before her padded fingers took a more firm hold on his hipbone, easily enveloping it in such a massive palm.  The tips of her dull claws creased his skin but weren't in danger of breaking through.  She pulled her hips back from his at the same time, relieving the blazing heat and pressure he had achieved.  He bit back a displeased sigh right before it returned but even heavier than before, making his eyes go wide before fluttering just like hers had been.  Gwen had just thrust herself against him, aiming herself as if by instinct.

Laris had to fight hard not to groan as she ground savagely against his ass.  Her groin pulled back and then rocketed forward again, setting up a dull rhythm of humping motions directly against his smaller, frailer rear.  Her breathing continued to tighten, rattling in her throat as soft growls now that betrayed her more feral side beginning to take over.  Animalistic instincts had kicked in, just as he had been hoping they would.  Why else would his body and mind have made him start to dry-hump her if not for the hope that maybe she might do just this?

It had been a long time since he'd been so close to someone like this and certainly never a woman like Gwen before.  He tried to adjust his position, inching himself slightly more up onto his hip so that they were fully spooning but felt her grip actually tighten more upon him, locking him in place.  His small movement had done what he supposed had been the intent, lining him up properly for the heated tip of her hidden protrusion to grind right against the core of his ass through his boxers.  Her strong fingers began to inch inside of the hem of his underwear, slowly tugging them down and out of her way.

Laris couldn't hold it back any longer.  He moaned.  Rather loudly too.

All at once, the humping stopped.  Gwen jerked up in place, growling huffs of breath falling away to soft pants as she sat up slightly behind him.  He looked up to see her bright blue eyes nearly shining in the gloom of the truck cab as she looked blearily around at her surroundings and then finally down at the little Human beneath her.  She smiled, slow and sleepy, then yawned.  Long white teeth flashed and she smacked her lips.

"Mornin'..." she grunted.  Her paw still hadn't left its position upon his now half-uncovered hip.

"M-morning..." he stuttered up at her, his own breathing uneven and nervous.  He had no idea what to expect.  Would she be mad?  Why had he had to moan right then and ruin it...?  Why on Earth had he been grinding on a sleeping woman?  He had never felt so creepy and so turned on in his life.

"Sleep okay?" she asked.  He gave a noncommittal sound in response, heart-hammering like a drum inside of his chest.  "I was having the nicest dream..." she murmured.  Her paw shifted and she paused, seemingly about to rise from beside him.  He saw her glance down at the sheets that covered them.  Her grip squeezed just a little, feeling the texture of his bare hip and lowered rim of his boxers.  The bright orbs went wide and she looked immediately into his face.  "Oh...Spirits."

Her paw released its hold on him and she sat up quickly, which as a result threw the covers up off of both of them.  As one, their eyes fell towards her groin.  Her shorts had a sizeable tent in them, stretching the cloth tight across the front.  Her paws fell over it at once, covering it in vain as her ears folded down against her head and her entire body seemed to double in its volume of fluff.

"I'm so sorry!" they said at the same time.

Gwen's eyes blinked in surprise, then furrowed.  "Sweetie, why are you sorry?" she asked in utter confusion.  Her eyes glanced down his body once almost as if in a daze before she forced herself to look at his face again.

Struggling to summon up his bravery, Laris grimaced.  "I was...I didn't mean to," he stammered out.  "It just felt...so good and...I was..."

The Ursid blinked again.  Recognition dawned then.  Silence filled the cabin for several long, tense seconds.  Then, heaving in a deep breath, she let it out in a massive huff.  One paw lifted and combed her frizzy golden hair away from her muzzle, the entire limb noticeably shaking.  "OH!" she uttered.  "Oh that was you!"

"Yeah..." he admitted, face burning and crestfallen.  He looked down at the bed.  He'd never felt so low.

"It was you grinding back on me!" she declared in a loud growl.  "I thought I was just dreaming..."

"N-no..."  His shoulders sunk more.

"Darling..." she sighed.  Her voice broke then in an exasperated chuckle.  "That's a darn good way of getting yourself in a heap of trouble if you ain't careful poking a sleeping bear.  Or...letting a sleeping bear poke you."

"I'm sorry..." he muttered, voice even quieter now.  "I-it just felt..."

A furry finger touched his chin and he reluctantly let her turn his chin up to look at her.  Steeling himself, he opened his eyes, expecting her to look stern, angry, or even amused.  Instead, his entire vision was filled with the view of her big, furry face barely a few inches from his.  Her eyes twinkled brightly, as did the tips of her fangs in a sultry smile.

"You know...there are safer ways to proposition a gal like me, first thing in the morning," she growled huskily.  "Mating instincts are...a bit dangerous to turn to 100 like that, for a big gal like me.  Especially with such a little guy like you..."  Her eyes flashed and he smelled a surge of her Aggression beginning to fill the air around them.

"I-I'm not...little..." he tried to protest, voice weak and without any conviction.  He'd honestly never felt smaller before in his life.

"Yeah...you kind of are," Gwen teased, starting to move towards him very slowly.  Each movement looked eerily reminiscent of a stalking predator.  "Everybody's small compared to an Ursid, Laris.  Little guys turn me on like you wouldn't believe...and you're the littlest guy that I ever been blessed to wake up beside in my life."

His face heated up and he leaned back a little from her, to try and recover his personal space.  Gwen just kept moving with him, leaning over him more now as his back went slowly lower onto the bedding in front of her once more.  She loomed above him, clothes rumpled and rolled up higher than they were normally.  Her chest swayed as she giggled down at him, her shorts still tenting mightily to try and contain what was attempting to stand tall underneath.

One of her big paws lifted, easily able to support herself on just one arm and her knees, to trail her knuckles against his cheek.  "What's the matter, darlin?" she asked, actually creasing her lips and licking at them once with the tip of her long, pink tongue.  "Did you have nice dreams too?"

He tried to stammer out something as Gwen began to trail her claw tips down his cheek, over his chin, and just lightly tickling his stubbly throat before moving across the front of his shirt.  Her muzzle drifted lower and lower before her cold nose brushed his neck, causing him to let out a sharp gasp as she replaced the cool wet texture with something much warmer.  Her throat cupped the curve of his jugular with incredible ease as she kept trailing her claws more and more down his upper body.

"G-Gwen?" he managed to whimper out as her teeth brushed his windpipe, her paw now hovering in its southbound dance upon his abdomen.  His heart was pounding in his chest, his body felt paralyzed, and his entire mind was a jumbled mess of indecision.  He wasn't sure if he was scared, thrilled, nervous, eager, or all of them at once.

She paused, just about to brush her paw pads across the front of his boxers.  "You okay sugar cube?" she asked in a whisper against his ear.  "You're trembling like a leaf."  She backed off a bit, paw planting itself solidly against his belly and lifting her muzzle up from his neck to look down at him with the biggest, brightest, most earnest eyes he had ever seen.

"Y-yes..." he choked out, drawing in a gasp of air since he had apparently been forgetting to breathe as she teased him.  "I'm j-just..."  Good lord did he feel lame right now...

She blinked, cocking her head to the side, forcing her golden locks to fall around her shoulders a bit more.  Her ears quivered, nose twitching, and her Aggression hanging in the air like a musky shroud.  Then her hungry expression softened and she beamed with all the warmth of sunrise down at his shuddering form.  "Oh...I get it," she breathed.  He blinked in surprise up at her.  "It's been a while for you, hasn't it?"  Her voice was warm and understanding, face the very picture of patience and compassion.

He looked away from her to the side, face burning bright red.  She'd hit the nail on the head.  He just hadn't realized that was indeed the reason for his trepidation at what was about to happen as well as her forwardness.

"And..." she continued, rubbing gently at his chest.  "I'm...being a bit much right now, aren't I?"

Hating himself, he again just nodded.  "I'm not saying I don't like it!" he protested as her paw started to lift from him.  Great, now you've done it moron, he ranted at himself.  You ruined i~

She put a finger on his lips, silencing him, both physically and mentally, effectively with that simple gesture.  "Can I ask?" she queried, moving her finger then from his mouth to stroke his cheek with her thumb.

"Ask?" he questioned, trying to make sure of what she meant.

"How long it's been," she confirmed.  "Since the last time you..."

His cheeks colored more somehow.  "Are...we talking about...personal time or...the last time I actually played horizontal tango?"

"Aww, you only ever done it horizontal?" she teased, winking, then she just giggled and leaned down to kiss his cheek once.  This time, he didn't flinch away.  Just as he suspected, her lips were among the softest sensations he'd ever experienced and he had to fight hard not to try and jerk his face toward them more and actually kiss her back.  A real man might have done it, but she had pulled away before he had the courage to do so.  "Nah, darlin', I'm talking when was the last time you really got to do the deed?"  She winked again.  "I speak from personal experience; personal playtime and the real thing are like an apple versus a whole bushel."

He looked down from her, embarrassed for an entirely different reason now.  "Three..." he grumbled.

She cocked her head down at him, ears twitching.  When he wasn't forthcoming with the rest of her answer, she pushed a bit more.  "Three what, sweetie?"

"Years."

Gwen stared down at him, dumbstruck.  He glanced up at her, mortified to see her looking legitimately shocked.  "How in the hell you gone so long without?!" she asked, voice a bit shrill in surprise.

Feeling indignant and a bit more than just embarrassed, he threw his hands out wide.  "Well it's not like I've exactly had a lot of opportunity for it," he growled.  "The last few years of my life haven't exactly been all that great.  I've been dealing with bullshit nonstop from work, from my family, from all the crappy people around me, and when everyone around you does nothing but give you shit, you don't feel all that inclined to want to sleep with any of them, even for just stress release!"

Raising her paws, Gwen was quick to backpedal.  "Woah, woah now," she murmured, voice soft and understanding.  "I get it, I'm sorry for making that sound...like it did.  I'm not meaning to sound like I was judging or making fun of you, not at all."  She smiled gently at him.  "I was just...shocked how a handsome guy like you ain't had people at least eager."

He sighed and looked away.  "Well...to be fair...I've been kind of unhelpful in that regard as well...I've been...kind of an asshole to a lot of people.  Not much better an example to set compared to the others around me but..."

She shook her head, hair waving.  "Totally understand, babe," she cooed.  Again, she leaned in and kissed his cheek, making his whole world reset back to a warm soft glow.  "Yeah, when we first met, you were a bit..."

"You can say asshole," he consoled her.  "I already admitted I was one, and...I'm sorry."

She beamed.  "I was gonna say...agitated," she joked.  "But given what you may have gone through, I totally understand.  Or...at least I'm sympathetic to it."  She brushed his cheek again.  "Forgive me?" she simpered, batting her eyelashes down at the Human.

He flushed at the demure expression on the Ursid's face and he glanced away, face red again.  "Of course..." he huffed.  "I'm sorry too."  He was immediately given a heavy nuzzling of her furry cheek against his and he couldn't resist smiling at the gesture.

"Now..." she breathed, backing up from him.  "You said you ain't had all that many people willing to go paws up with you in all that time."  Her voice was low and husky once again.  "Let's fix that."

He glanced slowly up at her only to stare, mouth falling open.  Gwen had risen above him onto her knees, towering over his reclining form before her.  Her paws brushed out her hair around her face before, lowering them, she gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it off and over her head.  She dropped it onto the side of the bed.  A second later, her bra joined it too.  Now freed, the massive set of Ursid breasts swayed before him completely uncovered, globe-like, and perfectly shaped.  She grinned wider than ever before at his stunned appearance and then she settled back onto her posterior.  She rubbed a paw down one large leg, the other cupping one of her huge orbs and fondling it before his eyes.

"Maybe what you need," she drawled, giggling throughout her words, "Is someone to...do things at your pace for now.  I don't know how I'd last if I had to go without as long as you have."  She shuddered dramatically, which did wonderful things to her now topless form.  She adjusted her seating once more and then opened her burly arms wide to him.  "Come to Honey-Maple..." she growled.  "I'm gonna break that dry streak of yours, and happily too."

Laris moved without realizing he had, rose to his knees, and scooted along the bedding until he reached her lap.  Moving carefully, and aided by her large paws, he climbed up into her embrace, face finally higher than her chest.  Her arms folded in around him, trapping him there as her muzzle dipped down just as he reached up as high as he could.

Human lips met Ursid muzzle in a tentative but eager kiss that swiftly deepened into a full make-out session in the span of barely a few seconds.  Their mouths wrestled as if trying to establish dominance, with all the familiarity of estranged lovers who hadn't seen one another in years and were trying to make up for lost time.  Passionate was not even remotely a strong enough word for the level of heat they shared right then.  If he thought she smelled good, it had no bearing at all to how Gwen tasted.

Laris quickly lost himself in her mouth, his lips parting as he realized he hadn't been breathing.  He'd barely gotten a lungful of air back before Gwen's paw lifted, gripped the back of his thick head of hair, and then she was shoving him back towards her.  A writhing, warm, wet python of a tongue shoved its way inside of his mouth to wrap around and restrain his.  His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and his hands knotted in their desperate grip on the fur of her bountiful chest.

Finally, just when he was worried he was about to blackout from lack of oxygen, Gwen finally extricated her tongue from its death grip around his and she leaned back.  Her Aggression was stronger than before as she and he panted.  Her paw holding the back of his head relaxed only a little, still keeping its pressure on him to keep him in place.  Her other paw rubbed at his back through his shirt, moving lower to slip inside of it and touch his bare skin.  He wriggled in delight at the soft feeling of her fur directly on his flesh.

The next thing he knew, she was removing his shirt too.  He lifted his arms eagerly to allow her to do so, ready to be rid of the restrictive and confining cloth.  She paused, however, just below his chin.  Head swimming and still feeling short of breath, Laris blinked open his eyes up at her.  Gwen's attention was fixated directly on his bare expanse of chest.  Tentatively, almost as if testing what it would feel like, she leaned a bit forward and rubbed her own, fur-covered breasts against his slender, toned pectorals and abs.  The feeling was incredibly pleasing for both of them it seemed and she wriggled just as much as he did.  Below his hips, her contained erection surged up against his seat, just as much as his own did against her soft belly through his boxers.

"I've always...wanted..." she panted down at him.  "To know what it felt like...to have my fur...against bare...Human skin..."  Her eyes twinkled brightly.  "It's even better than I'd hoped it would be..."  One of her paws knotted itself in his shirt, keeping it up below his chin and thus trapping his arms above his head.  The other rubbed across his skin, tickling and teasing with paw pads, fur, and claw tips alike.  "It's so...smooth..."

He wriggled and groaned as one of her claws grazed over one of his nipples.  "C-careful..." he whined.

She glanced at his eyes then grinned wider than she already had been.  "Oh my...are they sensitive?" she asked, knowing the answer already.  "Tell you what...I'll make you a deal, Laris."

"A...deal?" he panted.

She nodded.  "Anything I do...you get to do.  Anything you do, I get to do back to you.  It's been a while for me too since I had an actual partner in bed with me, and never a Human.  Forgive me, sugar, but Momma Bear wants to...experiment.  You mind?"

"I...guess not?" he managed to get out now that air was finally filling his lungs at a normal level again.  "Admittedly...you're the first Ursid I've...ever...been about to do stuff with.  Well...I mean sort of."

She cocked an eyebrow at him in interest.

He chuckled nervously.  "My...first girlfriend was a Panda."

She laughed.  "Fair enough.  So at least I know you like your girls big."

"I like them...huge..." he admitted, voice becoming a bit sheepish.

"How appropriate..." she growled.  "So I can assume you'll take my deal?"  He nodded immediately.  "Good boy," she huffed, making him wriggle at that totally demeaning but complete turn-on of a title.  "I'll go first."  With that, Gwen wasted no more time.  She pulled his spine slightly back away from her, forcing it to bow as he remained in her lap, and then her mouth dipped down to his chest.  Her hot tongue trailed once again all over the base of his throat but then rapidly began to travel down.

Laris had barely a second to register what she was intending before her big muzzle closed with the target of her desires.  He would have rocketed up off her lap if she had not had such a firm hold on him as her muzzle latched onto his small, pink nipple.  He gasped in shock and alarm as she lapped at the sensitive little nub, nibbling with just the tips of her teeth on it, and nuzzling all over it with her incredibly soft, fuzzy lips.  The sensations sent lightning coursing through him as she moved to full-on suckling of him.  Her paw kept his shirt and arms locked in place, unable to stop her in her playing as she transferred back and forth between the pair of them.

He wriggled and writhed in her grasp, feeling utterly trapped and unable to do a thing to stop the Ursid currently nomming on his chest.  He tried to speak but every time he found air to voice a sound, it always came out as a strangled moan.  She licked across his chest a few more times before she finally leaned back, letting go of his arms at last.  She panted and then, using his limpness to her advantage, finally finished removing his shirt from him in full.  After that, she let him sag against her chest, rubbing his bare back.

"That...was fun..." she giggled, sounding breathless.  "You taste wonderful, sweetheart..."  He whined against her, his chest feeling very sensitive and tingly.  "You gonna be okay?" she simpered at him, kissing his ear.  "Because I got good news for you..."

"W-what's that...?" he gasped out, voice a bit ragged.

"It's your turn..." she whispered.

Immediately Laris sat up straight, lethargy and timidity forgotten.  Gwen chortled before she settled back onto her paws behind her, arching her chest out more toward him.  She wiggled it by rolling her shoulders from side to side, making her assets roll and sway like waves on the ocean.  His mouth watered and he trembled only a little as she beckoned him with but a look.  He lifted his shaking hands to palm one of the massive orbs.  A moan escaped him at the texture of the flesh underneath the softest fur he had ever felt in his life.  It was pliant but also firm, perfectly formed and bigger around than his entire head.  His questing palm brushed across something upraised and stiff which he was quick to fasten onto with finger and thumb.  He shyly tweaked at the erect nub, amazed at how it felt compared to the mountainous orb it rested upon.

"W-woah..." he breathed out in amazement.  He started as something twitched underneath his lap and he groaned.  "They're so..."

"Big?" she growled down at him, chuckling.  He nodded.  "Soft?"  Again, he nodded.  "I'll let you in on something else."  He looked up at her eyes questioningly.  One paw lifted and cupped the currently unfondled breast for him, aiming the hidden tip right at him.  "They like...attention..."

He needed no second bidding.  Leaning down, his mouth opened just as she thrust her chest up at him with equal eagerness to match his.  His lips and tongue met something firm, solid, and utterly sweet to the taste, making his mouth immediately latch on.  She gasped and then laughed as he started to suck and play with her breasts fervently, fondling them in both hands and constantly switching between the two of them for which he was seemingly trying to drink from.  He wouldn't have been surprised if she had produced milk from their size, volume, and solidity.

Gwen responded to his attentions with perfect reactions.  He now had personal knowledge that this could be incredibly titillating even for a guy whose nipples weren't meant to be as sensitive as a female's.  For her, it must have been above and beyond even his experience with it for how she moaned and writhed, panted and growled, as his mouth went to town on her chest.  She even pushed her breasts harder against him, imploring him to go harder whenever he was worried he was being a bit too rough.  Honey-Maple was a fitting name for her, he realized, for the greatest source of her natural scent emanated from her massively-endowed chest.

When his jaw and tongue finally began to tire he regretfully leaned back, popping her upraised and fiery-hot nub from his mouth for the last time.  She groaned and shuddered before him, patting his head as he reclined flat against her, still straddling her wide hips with his legs.  "Good...boy..." she sighed.  "Very good..."  She cleared her throat, voice huskier than usual.  "I'm...not much for foreplay...but I'm willing to let you do more exploring if you want?  Unless you just want to get to the...main event."

He rose shakily up from the pillows of her chest and floof to look at Gwen with wondrous eyes.  He could barely believe that she was real, what with everything she had done and was doing for and with him.  She earnestly meant what she said, swaying her chest up at him more as if to tantalize or encourage him.  Her hips rocked up against him as well, grinding once again on his rear which was seated firmly atop her covered groin.  She hadn't lost even a bit of rigidity or firmness since they had woken up.

"W-When you say...main event," he nervously joked up at her.

The Ursid trucker woman grinned.  "Well...that's really up to you, darlin'," she teased.  One paw slid down his back to actively grope at his ass through his boxers.  Her eyes visibly quivered and her smile widened.  "I'd be lying if I didn't say how eager I'd be to...continue where we were when we woke up, without the clothes."  He shuddered as she continued to fondle his butt as reverently as he had her chest.  Then she paused, patting it once just hard enough to make him start, and released it.  "But..." she let out, sighing deeply.  "I'd understand if that's...a bit much for you.  I'm...not exactly small down there, and while I can be very gentle, I wouldn't push for something you weren't comfortable with."

He looked up into her eyes amazed at how understanding a woman clearly in the throes of carnal hunger could be.  She gazed down at him with the utmost ardor and eagerness but also patiently understanding if they couldn't get to her preferred activity.  He glanced back behind him at where the hidden beast was currently hidden from view by his own straddling of her wide hips.  He shivered a bit, remembering just what her grinding had done to him by itself.

"But there's tons of things we can still do together!" she continued, drawing his attention again.  "Only thing I can't guarantee is that I may...be willing to surrender control.  I may look and sound like the sweet Southern-Belle or your classic Canadian gal who is all about being polite, but I won't sugarcoat it.  I'm a dom.  I like being in control especially with smaller guys."  She grinned a bit sheepishly.  "I may actually be more intense when I'm not the one laying the pipe, as it were since it takes me longer to get there.  But I will, no worries.  And so will you."  She winked again and leaned down to kiss his forehead.  "That's a Honey-Maple guarantee."

Blushing at the myriad of mental images her playful tone inspired, Laris buried his face in her floof again, entire body tense.  "It's..." he grunted out, voice muffled, a second or so later after he had managed to compose himself enough to speak.  "Not that I'm..."

She waited with the utmost patience, never once interrupting him as he tried to marshall his thoughts and feelings together.  It should have been the easiest decision to make, but he'd never been good at doing things the easy way.

"Can I...tell you a secret?" he asked eventually.  Gwen nodded.  "My...first girlfriend.  Laira."

"Panda girl?" she queried.  He nodded.

"She was...like you."  He flushed hard at her surprised blink.  "So...this wouldn't exactly be my first time...doing that sort of thing.  It's why..."

"Why you didn't freak out like other guys sometimes do," she continued for him, sounding amazed.  "Well...blow me down.  Ain't you the most fascinating little hitchhiker I ever picked up?  Certainly the first I've been willing to go this far with.  Most guys I manage to hook up with are fellow truckers or the occasional blind date during the summer months.  So when you were talking about open minds and all that, you meant you actually didn't mind at all!"

He nodded, relieved that she understood even if he still felt incredibly embarrassed.  He'd never really told anyone about the specifics of what he and Laira used to get up to back in high school. He had sometimes worried that the squat, solid-bodied Panda had ruined him for normal girls.  Other times...he'd been grateful to have someone like her open his mind and boundaries to something, yes unorthodox, but something he found he genuinely liked.  Finding another girl like her, however, after she had moved away, had been next to impossible.

"I...did kind of wonder," she mused, one paw lowering to again idly rub at his rear again, making him start and then lean back into her touch.  It came as no surprise to him that he liked it.  "When you were...earlier.  I figured maybe you were just curious, once I'd woken up and all."  She grinned wider.  "Where you been all my life..." she half-whispered, kissing him softly on the lips once.  "So...?" she asked when she leaned back, wiggling her ears eagerly.  "Your rodeo, Laris."  When he still seemed nervous, she pondered it.  "Can I ask when was the last time you...did do it that way?"

"High school," he admitted, sighing.  "I still like it, but as far as actual practice, no I haven't had any since then."

She grimaced.  "Yeah...that don't sound like something we should rush then."

Smirking, Laris gained enough courage to venture out a joke.  "Sort of like running a race, waiting several years, and then going to the Olympics?"

"And I'd take you for the gold," she growled.  He quivered in her grasp and she giggled.  "Don't you worry, sweetheart.  I'd never want to hurt you."  She stroked his back soothingly, massaging it underneath her thick paw pads.  He sighed and relaxed slowly.  "Besides," she continued.  "I'd rather make sure I break your dry spell in the most efficient way possible before we work on breaking mine."  She grinned.  "Sound like a plan?"

Laris actually grinned back up at her.  "That...actually sounds amazing, Gwen."

She sighed.  "I do love it when you say my name..." she murmured.  Then she winked.  "Gonna be saying it a lot more before this road trip is over."  At his immediate blush, she laughed out loud, bright and happy.  With a gentle motion, she plucked him up from her lap and settled him back down on the bedding.  "So..." she drawled.  "How would you like me?"

He blinked.  "Like you?" he asked, confused.

Grinning, Gwen rose up and slung her thick, powerhouse thighs over him, straddling him now.  Her massive weight pushed down against his boxers, grinding there.  "Want to watch me bounce?" she growled, swaying her chest in an appropriate fashion.  He groaned at the view.  Then she was sliding back off of him and laying flat on her back facing him.  Her legs spread wide and she hooked her paws underneath the thighs, lifting and spreading them even more.  "On my back?" she continued.  "So you can go at your own pace?"  Another tempting view, even still in her shorts.  "Or maybe..." she hummed then, rising once more.  "You want the Ursid specialty..."

"The Ursid... specialty?" he echoed, mouth going dry and barely able to believe there was a better option than the previous two classic poses she had already offered.

Winking, Gwen rose back up and then kneeled in front of him, upper body flat to the bed and her ass raised in his direction.  She wiggled the massive view of rounded, tight but jiggling Ursid posterior at him.  "Ursid mate like this..." she told him.  "For hours.  Ultimate stamina.  Your job is to literally mate me so hard and long that my knees give out and I have to just lie there on my belly and take it."  Her eyes gleamed.  "If you can."

His own eyes hardened at the direct challenge to his masculinity.  Also, the view was spectacular.  She even twisted her spine to arch back at him, able to show off her chest at the same time that she remained bent over in front of him, ass still waving teasingly.  "That one," he growled.  He amended it with a quick, "Please."

"Please," she simpered with a teasing tone.  "Such a polite and proper boy.  I knew a gentle face guy like you was hiding behind that gruff and tough facade.  I'm just happy to see your true colors."  She winked at his scowl.  "The real Laris is much more handsome.  Makes my knees weak..."

He blushed hard but couldn't help the dumb smile that spread across his face.  "Okay, Gwen," he said and rose up onto his knees to kneel behind her.  He indulged himself in admiring her rounded rearview, rubbing and squeezing it, even smacking it once on one cheek, which made her growl in appreciation.  The motions that caused made his stomach clench hard.  He lowered his hands to his boxers, ready to tear them off, when he noticed a problem.  A rather...large problem.  "Umm...Gwen?"

"Yes, baby?" she cooed.

"I...can't reach."

She glanced back at him, at the pose they were in, then at the low-hanging ceiling of the cab.  She realized what he had.  If he kneeled behind her, he wouldn't be able to mount her.  If he stood behind her to get the height, his head would hit the ceiling and he'd be uncomfortable.  She pondered this dilemma for a bit.  Then her eyes brightened and she beamed.  "I know just what to do," she told him, and slid off the bed to the flooring below.

Laris watched her with obvious interest and trembling expectation as she cleared the floor space around the stepladder that led up into the bunk and then, to his shock, turned around to face him again.  She patted the broad rung of the ladder halfway up.  "You can use this!" she told him.

He glanced down at the wall-mounted ladder.  It looked solid enough, welded to the cab and very sturdy by the look of its construction and design.  He tested one of the steps with a foot and found more than enough room to fit while standing.  He descended to the level she told him to and nervously eyed the Ursid as she beamed.  They were roughly on eye-level now for the first time ever.  "Like...this?" he asked.  She nodded emphatically.  "You sure the balancing will work?"

"Don't you worry your handsome little head," she teased, winking.  "I'll be holding you up."  That got a smile out of him.  Her eyes gleamed then and she nodded.  "Would you be willing to sit down there first though?  Momma Bear can't deny that she wants to see the goods first.  I ain't worried about you being too small, I just wanna see my present unwrapped."

He balked at first but then, shyly, he took a seat on the cool metal rung below, still able to fit, and worked his boxers slowly down and off of his hips.  They hit the floor of the cab with a small flop, leaving him completely naked in front of the large, eager Ursid woman.  His spire stood straight, tall, almost quivering from anticipation and nervous, pent-up energy.  The foreskin had rolled back slightly, revealing the head.  He wished only that he'd been able to trim down there lately.  It was by no means small, more than adequately above average for guys his age and build.  He only hoped it would be to her approval.

For her part, Gwen beamed to see him naked and bare before her.  She leaned in eagerly to inspect his quivering soldier, breathing hot air across the tip and sniffing.  Her eyes went slightly glassy and she licked her lips.  Glancing up at him once, she kneeled in front of him with still enough room to easily reach.  "May I?" she asked sweetly, combing her golden hair back out of her face with her paws.

"B-by all means," he tried to jest but was shivering from how she was eyeing him like a choice piece of meat.  No one had ever looked at him like that before and it made him abruptly shy and incredibly endeared to her.

"Such a gentleman," she cooed.  She leaned more forward, using one paw to grip him by the base, nearly enveloping him completely from view as she licked her muzzle once more.  "My hair tends to get in the way a lot," she told him, rolling her knuckles around his shaft now firmly pressed into her warm, strong paw pad.  The motion and texture made him immediately groan.  "Hold it up for me, will you?"

He tentatively reached down to do so for her.  Her hair was so soft and thick, cool to the touch, and he was careful not to pull it too hard as she procured a hairtie from a bag nearby and bound it there in a simple small bun.  Then she reached down again and pulled out a bottle of something.  She poured the clear gel directly into her paw, rolling it around for several seconds, then replaced her one paw's grip on him with the now shining one.  Warm, tingling wetness abruptly clung to his sensitive flesh, making him groan.

"So glad I keep some of this on hand..." she laughed in delight at his reaction.  "I use it myself for personal playtime.  I'm glad it's to your liking, or so I would assume."  She grinned wider at his frantically flustered expression as she pumped him several times with casual rolling of her wrist.  The lube squished around in her paw as she tended to him.  "And completely edible too," she continued, almost as if talking about any old topic of conversation.

Understandably, Laris' mind wasn't entirely able to focus on much about what she was saying, beyond a "T-that's...awesome..." in a strained voice.  The pawjob was nothing short of bliss, or so he thought.  His eyes flew open wide from their hazed previous expression as she slid her fingers down to his base, gripping him in a tight ring, and then enveloped his manhood in her wide-open ursine maw.  The heat of her mouth put to shame even the gel from before as she immediately swallowed him to the base.  Her tongue lathed at the bottom swell of him, stroking him off almost like a hand by itself as she proceeded to suckle upon him, just like she had before on his chest.

Laris was in heaven as Gwen proceeded to perform the most intense and amazing oral he had ever had in his life.  She didn't do a lot of head-bobbing other than to pop off of him every now and then to get a fresh lungful of air.  Then she would dive back down to the hilt and resume swallow-sucking around him.  The sounds she made were low, trilling slightly muffled groaning growls deep in her throat, which made her mouth vibrate around him, thus intensifying the already nearly overwhelming sensations.

Then he heard, but dimly, the sound of the gel being popped open again.  He heard her squirt more into her paw, the one not keeping him firmly in place for her to play with, and then...he jumped, shaft bobbing in her mouth in shock, as something warm and firm pressed up against his bare ass cheeks as they remained planted on the rung of the ladder he was seated on.  He groaned and trembled hard as the lube-covered finger probed at his cheeks, sliding back and forth between them over and over as she kept sucking him off.

Then her fingertip caught on something that gave beneath her insistent prodding.  He was forced to take a deep, trembling, ragged breath as she, minding her clawed finger, began to gently work her large, sausage-like digit up into his rear.  The resulting rush of stretching and intrusion into his backdoor made him spasm and he whimpered down at her.  Her eyes opened, having remained mostly closed or half-lidded as she tended to him for the last fifteen minutes or so, to meet with his as he stared rapturously down at her.

Those bright blue eyes twinkled but not in a lecherous, teasing, or joking way.  He saw endless trust and patience in her eyes as she kept worming her finger ever so slowly, gently, but firmly, up into him even as she kept up the suckling attention.  First one knuckle, then another, and then finally the base bottomed out inside of him.  He groaned at the full feeling of having her finger lodged deep inside of him, the lube having helped loosen him up and her gentle expression allowing him to stay relaxed.  The pleasure was indescribable, calls backs to his old-time with Laira.  Even so, Gwen blew the Panda girl out of the water for how expertly she catered to him, lovingly and with the utmost attention to detail.

At long last, Gwen slowly began to pull the finger out, pulling up off of his spasming shaft at the same time to lessen the intensity of his clenching inner muscles.  He groaned as both finger and mouth left him quivering on the rungs of the ladder in total euphoria and pent-up hyper-sensitivity.  He heard a shuffling of cloth and several heavy footsteps before a shadow fell across him and he looked back down, his head having been lolling back against the steps above him.  Gwen's completely uncovered rear swayed there before his eyes.  He could see everything about her vagina clearly, her shorts and panties pulled down to just her thighs and squeezing the fur and muscle tight while she bared her feminine nethers back at him.

"Which do you want?" she panted back at him suddenly.  He blinked in stunned silence.  "Which one?" she demanded, almost sounding frantic.  "I need to know, Laris!"

"You mean...?" he asked, almost dumbstruck she would give him the option.

"Yes!" she snarled, grinding against him hard.  "Pick one.  I don't care which it is, I just want you inside me."

He tried to give it serious thought, but a deep, usually hidden taboo reared its head and he shyly gave it a voice.  "I-I've...always wanted to...use a woman's ass...if that's all right." he admitted.

Gwen growled in satisfaction.  "More than all right, my not-so-little lover.  I adore a man who says what he wants.  Now you just sit back and let this trucker-girl ride..."

Laris kept himself completely still, transfixed, as the Ursid woman took a solid stance, bent over in front of him on the floor of the cab, and ground herself against his bobbing male tower more, adjusting her position to now grinding the second of her two holes against his eagerly twitching member.  She found the angle she needed and started to push, growling deep in her throat as they both felt him catch at the entrance and start to slide inside.  From even the first push, Gwen was incredibly, unbelievably tight.  He groaned out, hissing through his teeth, as the head strained against the tight entrance before finally, with an almost audible pop, surged inside and out of view.  Both Human and Anthro gasped in shock and delight.  Here again, the lube did wonders to help expedite the process of penetration.

Inch by inch, the rounded, perfectly formed Ursid ass swallowed up his Human shaft.  Each gained bit of ground was akin to running a mile.  Her inner muscles clenched around him again and again, swallowing him up even as they kept him in place.  It was as if every flex was pulling him deeper into her.  In no time at all and yet over an incredibly long, drawn-out process, he felt her ass cheeks pressing directly against his pelvis.  He groaned out louder than before as she rested there atop him, impaled and fixed in place seemingly as she panted below him.

"Oh...god..." he grunted as she continued to flex, almost like a pulsating massage.  "You're...so...tight."

Gwen growled back at him.  "And you fit me...like...a glove..." she rumbled, similarly panting between each word.  "I could get addicted to this if I wasn't such a fan of being the one being inside.  Or I should say, addicted to you."  Her eyes twinkled up over her shoulder at him as she squared her paws.  "You ready?"

His eyes went wide.  "Ready for what?" he actually squawked despite knowing what was coming.

She let out a savage groan and pulled up from him, using the impressive and visibly corded muscles usually kept hidden beneath the fluffy appearance of her thighs.  She slid off of him about halfway before she rocketed back down to the base again.  The pump and slide made him moan out loud, and her too.  "I...told...you..." she growled in a rasping voice.  "I'm a dom.  Now sit back and let Momma Bear ride!"  The look she flashed him over her shoulder made his stomach abruptly clench in fear, which only added to the excited surge of pleasure that coursed through him.

Gwen began to move then.  She kept her thrusts back onto him solid, sure-footed, and firm.  Heavy, furry cheeks plopped into his lap, again and again, making the welded-on ladder actually shift a bit whenever she would speed up occasionally.  He gasped and tried to hold on to the handrails on one side of the steps.  Some of her motions would actually almost pull him off of his seat, which wasn't helped by the spare lube she had used to plumb his own backdoor still underneath his cheeks.

The whole truck cab shook as she rode him in that fashion, bouncing her large rear back onto him over and over.  She sounded truly out of it at times, a wild animal in the heat of a rut.  He almost was afraid of her, save for the times that she would look back at him.  The passionate gaze she fixed onto him at those moments melted his worries anew every time.  She wasn't using him, she was just enjoying herself.  And he was too.  Even if he'd never 'mated' like this before ever in his life.

Then came the hail-mary.  Gwen arched her back and rose up from her kneeling-over position to know seemingly squat right over him.  Her arms gripped whatever she could grab a hold of as she continued to bounce back onto the small Human beneath her on the step ladder.  Her pace had quickened and she almost seemed able to tell by his pulsing and his rapid breathing that he was getting close.  She looked down at him over her shoulder, him able to just barely see the bounce of her breasts as she rode him more wildly but lovingly than ever.

"I think..." she panted out in between her bouncing.  "I think I'm...I'm gonna actually..."  She writhed and groaned, clenching her teeth hard as they flashed in her muzzle visibly.  "Oh...spirits..." she moaned, her entire body flexing as she kept riding him.  "Laris...baby...you're gonna...make me...!"

His eyes went wide and he immediately reached up, releasing his hold on the ladder rungs and wrapping his arms around her as tightly and as much as he could around her belly.  "Do it!" he panted desperately.  He'd never needed anything or anyone more than he needed her right now, needed her to share in his climax as it rapidly began to rise to beyond the point of no return.  "I'm going to...as well!"

She beamed back at him, hair half having escaped its bun to hang raggedly about her.  "This is...the best...sex...I've ever...had!" she bellowed.  She shuddered to a halt, legs visibly and physically shuddering, as she bent forward desperately back onto her all fours again for the moment.  "Got to...get...a..." she grunted in a feverishly fixated tone of voice even as she kept trying to ride him.  Her paws snagged on something and she hurriedly ripped it open with her teeth and slid it down and out of sight before he could see it.  "I don't...want to...clean up the mess...this is going to...make!" she roared out in delight.

He closed his eyes shut tight, moaning with her.  His fingers knotted in her thick fur as his inner muscles flexed, the surging tide no longer able to be held back any longer.  "Gwen...!" he told her.  "I'm...going to..."

She snarled then above him, rising back up to squat above him and hammered her ass flat against him, making the ladder creak ominously for a second as she took him to the base.  "Yes...~!" she cried out as he swelled inside her to his largest size and finally unleashed his three years of pent-up sexual tension.  Laris' seed flooded into her rear, each burst followed by rapid pulsing that only proceeded yet another similar shot.  He clung to her tightly as she spasmed and rode out his orgasm inside of her.  He felt her inner walls clenching more powerfully than ever before as she seemed to similar ride out her own explosive climax.

At long last, they both were spent.  Gwen, even in the throes of her post-orgasmic bliss, was quick to slide up and off of him.  Her legs visibly shuddered as she stumbled a step or two while he remained laying there on the steps, back arching uncomfortably, and watched her remove, tie off, and throw away a filled condom she had been wearing.  She readjusted her shorts and pulled them up over her hips again before she turned back around to face him.

Her eyes glowed and she panted hard.  But she was smiling.  Radiant joy shone from her face and she moved back toward him to lean down and kiss him so passionately that it was like she was sucking the breath from him.  When she rose back up, she procured a bag of baby wipes and helped to clean him up.  After that, seeing that he was having trouble standing, the burly Ursid trucker bustled his naked body into her arms and carried him up the stairs back into the bunk bed.  There she cuddled him tightly against her, licking his cheek and nuzzling him down into her furry bulk.

Laris was absolutely in heaven.  Ever touch, kiss, lick, nuzzle, stroke, and loving grope just sent shudders of joy racing through him.  He tried to return them, feeling almost guilty that he was so much worse for wear than she was when she had done all the work.  They lay there, her flat on her back and him lying atop her, looking into one another's eyes.  They smiled at the same time.

"Well..." she murmured.  She swallowed hard.  "That was..."

"Amazing..." he agreed.

"So amazing," she concurred.  She hugged him hard against her plush front, seemingly less afraid of crushing him.  That heavyweight around him felt utterly wonderful.  "Wow...I...can safely say that was a first for me.  I've never came with someone like that before when I wasn't the one doing the thrusting into."

He blushed hard but felt no shame in wriggling in joy from her words.  "I'm...super happy to hear that," he ventured with a joking smile.  "Glad I can pay you back for all the kindness you've shown me."

Her eyes gleamed then, like a bear who saw a fresh hive of honey.  "Well...you could stand to pay me back just a little more...if you're up for it."

His eyes went wide.  "You...you want to go again?" he asked incredulously but unable to keep a thrill of something from coursing through him.

"Of course I do!" she crowed.  "I ain't had sex like that since...well never!  And that wasn't even my preferred method of doing it."  She fluffed up then, seemingly slightly shy about what she was about to ask.  "I'd...hate to push you but...do you think you and I could...try...?"  She glanced down at their waists meaningfully.

"You mean...you in me?" he asked, trying to make sure he understood her perfectly.

Gwen fluffed up even more.  "If having you in me was that good...I...I need to know what the opposite is like."  At his less than immediate response, she beamed hopefully.  "I'll be super gentle.  I promise.  And first sign of anything hurting, I'll stop right away."

He wasn't entirely convinced.  "You...got pretty feral there for a bit," he admitted.

She shook her head.  "You can trust me, Laris.  The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you.  Ever."  Her eyes shone with the purest honesty if not intentions.  Was there a way to have perfectly pure intentions about something so carnal?

Even despite that mental haranguing over details, he trusted her.  The truth was, and he knew it deep down, he actually did want it.  "I'm...okay...with trying..." he admitted.

Immediately Gwen had rolled him over.  Her eyes shone with glee as she licked his cheek over and over then kissed him passionately.  "Oh baby-doll, I'm gonna spoil you rotten," she promised him.  "I'm gonna make you feel good in ways you've never felt before in your life."

"Just...don't break me," he teased but only half-meaning it as a joke.

Gwen leaned in toward him, nuzzling her big, furry face against his skin, already starting to nom on and lick at him as she stroked his skin ardently.  "I'll do way more than break you," she whispered.  "I'm gonna fix all those little hurts you've built up and make em all go away...I promise Laris.  This Momma Bear is going to do all those things and make you feel all the ways you've deserved your whole life, sugar.  That's a Honey-Maple guarantee."

"I'll hold you to it," he sighed up at her, eyes glimmering with joyful tears as she swept him up in her arms.  Her shorts had just started to inch their way down her thighs when a sudden rattling growl rang around the cab.  Both their eyes went wide and they looked down in unison at his stomach.  It growled again, loud and insistent.  His face flushed.  "S-sorry..." he murmured, utterly embarrassed.

Gwen actually chuckled.  With a long sigh, she rose up from him and kissed him once more on the lips.  When he looked concerned as she pulled away, she shook her head.  "Tell you what, lover," she simpered.  "Why don't I, instead of rock your world right away, treat you to a nice meal first?  Get a piping hot breakfast, or lunch if that's the time, in your belly, maybe we swing through a place to grab a shower at a trucker station if you like, and after that, we hit the road a bit more."

He blinked.  "B-but...I thought you wanted to..." he started to say.  Her eyes melted his worries that somehow he had ruined the mood.

"Oh I do," she assured him.  "Believe me, sweetheart, I want you like I've never wanted anyone else before in my life.  But I also want you taken care of.  That means food, shower, laughs.  We got a long road together still.  Plenty of time.  We don't need to rush a darn thing."  She leaned down and nuzzled his face with hers.  "How's that sound, my little Laris lover-boy?"

His eyes softened and he wrapped his arms solidly around her thick neck and shoulders as far as he could reach around her.  "Perfect," he sniffled.  "It sounds perfect."  Her arms wrapped around him too and they cuddled for a long while.  He dared to hope that this truly was a turning point.  He'd never been this happy before, and he never wanted it to end.

The road of life was long and open, full of twists and turns. You never knew what kind of new adventure you might come across on it.

***TBC.  I hope you all enjoyed this sensual and emotional chapter of Over the Road.  I had a ton of fun writing it!***

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