The Rural Life: Part 3

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Part 3…

 

When we got to the berm of the creek there were only three kangaroos waiting for my return. The remainder of the mob began to move further back along the creek making their way toward the state forest as the rain began to come down heavier.

I remained the centre of attention as the three mature bucks closed in on me ignoring Viv. The petting started with a sharp but a gentle paw sliding along my covered hip. The thin material of my nighty clung to me like a second skin, heavy with water. The longest claw of the Kangaroo paw caught in a seam of my meagre covering. The seam of the cheep nighty was already worn and the unmistakable ripping sound of rendered cloth came as little surprise as a new vent was forcibly torn from waist to hem by the caught claw as the amorous kangaroo as he struggled to detach his paw from the soggy material.

A second animal was holding my face in a somewhat tender embrace. It was almost human like in the way the paws gently stroked my matted hair and cheek, I shivered. It was one of those involuntary shivers that you get when a hand brushes your belly or nipple. I closed my eye and bit gently down on my lip as all three kangaroos began to paw me. My imagination became more intense and focused as I felt each gentle caress of every paw. So engrossed was I that I didn’t realise that one of the kangaroos had got in behind me. The former gentle caresses of his forepaws had transformed into a firm clutching hug around my waist.

I revived from my almost trance like revere and opened my eyes. It wasn’t as if this was new to me at all but each time a kangaroo possessed me, I knew that I could expect the end result to be a subtle pain as my cervical opening was breached. It was a strange pain, not hurtful like a slap on the face or a bight from a bull ant were painful, it was different. I struggled to find a simile for the pain, but I couldn’t. There was little doubt that the intrusion into a place that was designed for one way traffic was uncomfortable and lingering and probably at the very best I was being bruised inside by the repeated probing penal lance of the successive kangaroos.

The searching penis slithered along the inside of my bent leg as the beast drew me back to his stiffened probe. For several minutes the sliding probes sought my vulva as the other two kangaroos continued to stroke and caress me. Perhaps caress was not what they were doing exactly. Not in human terms or perhaps it was. Every guy I have ever gone out with for any length of time kind of did the same thing. Their hands groped and stroked and yes, even probed into some places as they sought their own pleasures that stemmed from exploration, but more particularly my responses to that very stimulation.

Even as I reflected on what was happening, I had failed to feel the first tentative probe into my already wet vaginal portal. I don’t know if I was still wet from my previous encounters from a half hour previous, or if the gentle caresses of the kangaroos surrounding me had provoked the desired result of sexual response and the subsequent lubrication of my body in preparation for sex.

The subtle pressure of the kangaroo paws that enfolded my waist was drawing me back towards the animals groin as he in turn thrust with powerful thumps that slid his long shaft deep into my body. The tip of the penis nudged into my cervix forcing little cries from me as the sharp electric like charges of pain shot up through my spine making me feel a little nauseous. The probing tip finally found the recess at the pinnacle of my cervical mound. Then the sharp shocks of the probing penile tip ceased only to be replaced by the gentle but constant pressure. The probing entry began to stretch the tight elasticity of the resisting pathway into my womb. The pain increased with each centimetre of access.

I writhed and struggled like never before as the kangaroo mated me with dominant force and purpose. I don’t know if it was because I was tenderer inside now or if this kangaroo was bigger, longer or thicker perhaps. I didn’t know but the longer he remained inside me the sicker I felt. My head swam with excruciating pain and a foggy blackness swirled in front of my eyes.

“June, hey Hun, what’s the matter? Are you OK, Hun? Hey, wake up, sweetie, please, June… June…” My vision still blurred and swirled back into focus to see Viv looking back at me not more than a few inches in front of my face. I was still in the clutches of the rutting kangaroo who had stopped thrusting Into my hurting belly. His penis wedged within my cervix was pulsing as he squirted his seminal fluid deep inside of me. “Thank god your awake, I didn’t know what had happened to you.”

“I feel sick,” and as I got sick out of my mouth, I belly heaved and I threw up. Viv must have seen my colour change or my chest heave or something that had warned her I was about to throw up because she had managed to edge back and away from my heaving bile.

Behind me the kangaroo backed away from me pulling his carrot shaped penis from my aching tummy. I felt a cold relief flow over me. But the hurt remained. Seeing another kangaroo sidling around to replace the previous stud my foggy brain screamed at me to stand and avoid the advances.

Viv watched me stagger to my feet and her concern was showing in her face. Her brow wrinkled and her eyes were pinched with anxiety as I stood unsteadily my legs feeling shaky. The kangaroo seemed un-fazed by the fact that I was no longer presenting myself and edged even closer as the previous male sidled away from me drained. His arrogance showing in the way he moved and looked.

“I’m ok Viv, I really am,” I said as she clutched at my arm to steady me. However, she seemed unconvinced and remained there to help me even as she was being explored by the third of the kangaroos.

“We have to get you away from here you have had enough. She leant over to see if I was showing any sign of damage, but there was no indication that I had been physically hurt, externally at least.

“It’s not there its inside, It just feels like a burning pain. He seemed to be pushing further up into me than the others did. I think he has bruised me badly inside as he stretched me but that’s all. I really can’t do it again, though.”

“I know you can’t. Let’s get you up to the house and into a warm bath. As I turned on unsteady legs I stumbled and Viv fell with me. I scrambled to my feet, but Viv didn’t move quickly enough and was claimed by the third kangaroo who had been until then sniffing her out tentatively. Now his intentions were more specific as he slid himself in behind her before she could straighten. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, but Viv was not struggling to detach herself, but was assuming something like the position that I had found was most accommodating to the male kangaroo.

“Go to the house,” She waved me away, but I remained mouth opened as the kangaroo began to seek out Viv’s prize. I wondered what he was thinking about this bare bummed female that he sought to mount. Even though my belly ached as if I had received a vicious blow low down I watched as my mind began to play tricks. Even though I was watching my friend about to copulate with a kangaroo my mind was taking me outside of my own body into her as I felt every single thing that was happening to her. The rain was beating down even heavier as the kangaroo sought Viv’s vulva and her covered vagina. The penis seemed to have a coating of hair at the tip where his fine sheath hair had attached to the weeping penile discharge over time. Then the thought hit me that the discomfort and pain I had so recently suffered may have been because of this very thing.

With my empathetic feelings finally tuned I felt the twitching penis sliding into Viv with what seemed practised ease. Every centimetre of submerging penis made my head swim and in spite of the recent discomfort I again wished it was me being attended to. I looked around and realised that the other kangaroo was still with me, and like in a dream I knelt before him and hitched my sodden nightdress up over my hip.

*****

Two days later I woke to a distant banging. At first I couldn’t make out the direction that the sound was coming from nor could I make out what the noise was. I lay there for several minutes before I reluctantly rose from my bed and following the sound went to the back door.

Even before I opened the door, I realised that the sound was coming from the barn. I was about to turn and go into the kitchen and prepare breakfast. Then I hesitated, I just had to find out what was going on. I was sure it was Viv, she had shown some interest in the tools in the barn yesterday. She had something in mind and I was sure it involved the pigs.

Slipping on my yard shoes I ambled to the barn. It was chilly after the rain and I hugged myself in a vain attempt to keep out the morning chill. I paused as I passed the pigs who were snaffling and snorting as they impatiently wanted on their breakfast. I looked at the big boar his bristle covered pink body looks so clean. It was a counterpoint to the often held belief that pigs were dirty animals, to see them in their pristine coats was justification to argue otherwise. The boar raised his head and looked me directly in the eye with his tiny slanted eyes weeping a little in their pink sockets. I’ll get your breakfast I offered and he grunted, seemingly answering me.

Just inside the barn Viv, not tradeswoman, had fashioned a sort of low stool from timber and some flattened corrugated iron that gave it a smooth curve like the back of a small gilt. The iron in turn was covered by a horse blanket that Viv was arranged over the frame as I entered.

“What’s happening?” I enquired as I entered the barn. I looked closely at the low stool and continued before she had answered. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes, it probably is.” She answered without looking up.

“Nice work,” I said facetiously as I slid one hand over the back of the stool.

“It’ll do,” she answered without the expected hurt from my criticism.

“When do you plan, we use it?” I couldn’t take my eye off the contraption. She pursed her lips and tilted her head.

“Now if you like. It’s up to you. It’s not like we have to think about it do we.” We could use that blacksmiths apron on the peg there,” she pointed to the stiff leather apron on the wooden peg behind us. We could wear it backwards so the pigs’ trotters don’t slice up either of our backs. Its leather and its tough,” she held it up to make sure what she had said was right.

I suddenly felt my stomach contract into a tight ball. Every muscle clenched and unclenched in time with my pulsing heart. We had discussed this and I had at the time been excited, but now I wasn’t so sure. It was a shock to be suddenly confronted with a Fête Accompli.

“Now we’ve discussed it, but….”

“But?” Viv raised her eyebrows “Are you still sore from the kangaroos?”

No, no it’s not that, it’s just that I hadn’t had time to even think about it this morning. I just only now woke up,” I said rather sheepishly. She looked me up and down and smiled.

“Yes, so I see. Seems like you often parade around in your night cloths to feed the animals if I’m not wrong.” I was about to snap back a reply, but she was already laughing as she continued to speak, “This is a two person thing actually so it doesn’t matter who goes first. I’ll do it if you want though I would rather it be you, there your pigs.”

“Yes dam it, let’s do it.” I swallow hard as I tried to put on an unconcerned look. The truth be known I was concerned sort of wary like those that get sea sickness are wary of going onto boats. We had just the previous evening been researching pigs breading habits and their anatomy. It wouldn’t be fair to say at all, that I was not concerned about another animal that went deep into its mate’s cervical canal. My experience with the kangaroos had made me very wary about it. For some reason I hadn’t taken it too badly when it first happened, nor indeed the second or third kangaroo that mated me. It was the last two kangaroos that seemed to touch a spot inside that triggered a weird, uncomfortable feeling that had resulted in me having a tummy spasm which resulted in me being sick. It was a really unpleasant feeling, as I said, like being sea sick.

“I was chatting to the pink boar when I came in I think he fancies me.”

“Who wouldn’t,” was Viv’s simpering reply. “I think that we shouldn’t upset the pigs too much so it might be best to use the small sty next to the night yard don’t you think?” Even without my reply Viv indicated for me to take one end of the breeding stool and help her take it into the small yard through a lower access door that had been cut into the barn wall through which the pigs could be fed and watered easily.

“Ok, strip off and I’ll put this apron on. Not a fashion statement, but it’ll save that pretty skin of yours from the sharp trotters.” Everything seemed to become surreal, but with Viv’s help, I shed my nighty and slipped into the farrier’s apron that was way too long. With the aid of some alligator clips that seemed to be in abundant supply in the barn Viv took it up to bum height and stood back to admire her handy work. “Ready?” She enquired

“As I’ll ever be, I pulled a face and added “I’m really nervous about this Viv.”

“You’ll be right, I’ll help and if he gets too rough we’ll slip you off the stool and back in here as quick as a promise,” she patted my bum reassuringly but rather intimately as well. “You’ll be right.” Another bum pat and I eased under the low door into the pen.

I had covered the concrete floor with liberal scatterings of fresh straw only a few days before Viv had arrived and without the pigs having used it it was fresh and clean. The annex roof that extended from the barn on this side of the building was to provide shade and shelter for the pigs and goats who had their night yard on the other side of the big doors with a similar access door of the barn into their yard as the pigs.

Naked in front with the leather apron hanging from my back stiff and heavy I couldn’t help but see the funny side of the situation. It was a situation, make no mistake. Yes, I had thought of doing this very thing. Even toyed with building my own support stool from the drawings I had made. It would have been different and probably impractical even if I could have built it which, on reflection, was extremely doubtful. As I looked around at the peaceful surrounds and listened to the raucous screeches of the Cockatoos as they dipped and dived while disputing territory with the incumbent magpies I knew I was only doing this because of Viv’s gentle persuasion.

“What would be best Viv, my voice sounded childlike as looked for help with the hope she would say ‘No, let’s not do this now, let’s think about it moor,” but she didn’t. Her voice sounded confident and assertive when she replied.

“Get down on the stool, make yourself as comfortable as you can before I try to separate the boar out from the rest. Face the other yard we want the gilts to stir the boar up in case his interest in human pussy is less than we want it to be.” Even though I was now kneeling in front of the makeshift breeding stool my fear was rising. My belly was a tight knot. Flat and hard as my fear refused to allow my tummy muscles to relax in anticipation of the pending rut. I smiled inwardly at the thought that people pay hundreds, if not thousands on diets and personal trainers to get a flat tummy or six pack and all they have to do is be scared witless to achieve the same result.

I eased my belly onto the blanket covered frame. It was so low that I had to spread my knees to allow my weight to be taken by the frame and not just my knees and hands. I wriggled a little until I felt comfortable as I suspected that once the boar, if the boar, mounted me, I would have little opportunity to change my position. I wasn’t kidding myself, I knew how heavy these animals were and in the end, I might thank the frame for its support.

“Comfortable?” I hadn’t realised that Viv had moved back beside me. I twisted my head to look up at her.

“Yes, I think so, I feel kind of exposed and rather ridiculous, but yes I’m comfortable, physically comfortable, but I can’t say the same for my fear though?”

“Just relax, you may even enjoy it. Heavens, there are lots of other women who would love to do this and never do. Maybe some do dogs and that’s exciting enough, but pigs are far and away something different.”

“Yeah! Right.” I was being more provocative than sceptical

“Truly they are and because of circumstances not many get to try them.” Viv sounded at least sincere if not authoritative. I turned back toward the sturdy pipes that comprised the pens dividing fence and looked at the pink nostrils and beady eyes of the very boar that I had selected. Well, I only had two choices and he was the prettiest one of the two. The other boar was also there and he was maybe bigger. I hadn’t realised that he was. Maybe it was his black patches and saddle markings made him look smaller but when they were near each other he was clearly the bigger.

“They look sort of mean, don’t they,” I observed as both boars had spittle foam around their mouths and the noise of both sows and boars was becoming chaotic. Perhaps they sensed that something different was about to happen or maybe they were hungry.

“I’ll get the boar now so make sure you are comfortable ok,” With that Viv slipped from sight as she went to the dividing gate between the two yards. With the unoiled gate hinges screeching in protest, she entered the pigs’ yard.

For the next five minutes Viv and the pigs seemed like a total chaotic mess of writhing bodies. Just when it seemed she had the boar separated from the rest a young gilt would make a dash for the gate. Viv was equal to the task and by slamming the gate shut, she was requiring start all over again. However, with perseverance and not a small amount of luck the pink boar finally burst through the gate and Viv only just managed to hold back the rushing mass of pigs eager to follow. The sheer comedy of the situation had served to make me more at ease. My tight balled tummy had relaxed a little in the process.

For a moment the boar was out of my site and so was Viv. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could hear the snaffling snorts of the now super excited boar as he moved about behind me.

“What’s going on?” I called to Viv.

“Relax, he’s just sussing you out. He’s thinking about giving you a sniff…,” she paused, then her next words were to the pig, “Go on fella, check her out she won’t bite. Won’t even run away in fact. Good boy, there’s a good fellow.” As Viv gave the last words of encouragement the boar’s snout touched my inner thy. The contact was electric and my nerve endings gave a rolling tingle from the back of my knees to the back of my neck. I shuddered and twitched as the first contact subsided and the boar’s wet sticky snout slid upwards sharply into my exposed groin.

I wriggled my bum in a half-hearted attempt to avoid the sliding snout. Undeterred the boar sniffed tentatively to begin with, then satisfied that I wasn’t resisting, he grew more bold. The slimy snout pressed hard against my bottom and pussy as he drank in my scent in long snorting breaths. The hot breath against my tender flesh was unsettling as each snaffling snort vibrated erotically against my exposed flesh. However, the long bristles around his snout tickled erotically as they gently flicked against my tender parts. So much so that I began to relax, at least partly, as the pig snout became more urgent in its explorations.

I didn’t move a muscle, well, I tried not to move. In an effort to detach myself from what was happening, I refocused my attention away from the pig sniffing on my private parts and refocused my attention toward the increasingly rowdy mass of pigs on the other side of the steel pipe fence. One of the pigs was the pink and black patched boar who had become so excited that his muzzle was covered in a frothy white foam that dripped obscenely as the pig grunts became squeals of frustration.

As the tempo rose in front of me the boar behind me was also becoming excited. His exploring snout had left my private parts. His fleshy jowls were pressing forcefully against my hip as the powerful head moved up and down, leaving a trail of slimy froth on the front of my thigh as he sought to test my willingness to accept him as a mate. Well, that’s what I thought the determined pushing and pressing was all about. A sort of pig foreplay designed to make the sow more pliant to the amorous boar. From the corner of my eye I saw that Viv was down on her haunches next to the animal as the boars’ excitement could no longer be contained.

“He’s going to mount you, Oh my god he’s coming out June, he’s ready I’ll help him find you.” Viv’s voice rose and changed pitch as she conveyed to me what I couldn’t see. Then descriptive narrative became real as the boar landed on my covered back. His forelegs, short as they were reached almost to the back of my neck and his fleshy body seemed to be a mobile mass of movement. It was, at the point that he dropped onto me and eased forward with his back legs shuffling busily that I knew I was about to be his sow. I felt the full weight of his rotund form cover me, his massive body, supported only by his hind legs, pressing down on my back and hips. At that moment I was glad for the support of the frame under me.

“What’s he doing?” I gasped

“His thing is near your hip and its dripping cum or something, going in and out sort of. It’s kind of skinny and moving everywhere.”

“For god’s sake help him in before I die.” I gasped exasperated by my own growing anticipation.

“I’m trying to but it’s all slippery and bloody hard to hold. This little bugger is strong and slimy as an eel, let me tell you”

“I thought you said it was skinny, how hard can it be to get hold of it?

“You’re joking, it’s everywhere at once. Every time I grab it, it twists out of my hand. It really is hard to get a grip on it, it’s like a slithering snake on steroids. Oops, there it goes. He’s in.

I knew he was. I had felt the wriggling tip against my vulva as it parted my labia. It was now like a wriggling worm inside my vagina. Not that I have ever had a worm there, but I do have an imagination. It was the strangest feeling I have ever experienced. Totally unlike the Kangaroo and totally unlike Barry. I guessed because it was so slippery that the pre-cum that had made it that way. I assumed that the very same pre cum was now spilling into my vaginal passage smoothing his way inside me. Not that it needed any lubrication for such a small, slender, appendage, or so I thought.

The penis was thin, according to Viv’s vivid description. I had seen one extended myself and I knew it was pencil thin, so I understood what she was saying. Apart from the writhing of the twisted tip up inside me, I felt very little else, no pain or discomfort. However, even in the less than sensitive part of my vagina the muscular twisting and prodding penis were different. I could feel the swirling tip slipping around my head, though sensitive cervical crown like an octopus’s tentacle as it sought the passage through my cervix into my womb.

As the pig penis searched for the locking pressure that my cervix would provide his hips were rolling and thrusting, never still. Once the penis were locked in the vice like grip provided by the tightly compressed cervical walls, he would be able to come so instinctively his search grew more frantic. Not rough, but rhythmically as the more than ample shaft sawed in and out while the tip rolled around my cervical mound tantalisingly.

Then I gasped, Not in surprise, I knew what would eventually happen, but from the suddenness of his accomplishment. One second the corkscrew tip was twisting and shaking. The next minute it had buried itself into the narrow cervical passage.

The pigs in the other pen went to a new level of excitement as they sensed that the boar had made me. The boar himself made squealing snorts of carnal pleasure that vibrated through my back in pleasurable resonance. I trembled with my own unknown anticipation. Be it pain or pleasure.

It was then the discomfort began. Although the penis looked frail, suggested by its thinness, it was like a powerful almost prehensile muscle. It began to twist itself deeper and deeper into my belly. The inside of my legs were wet from the copious overflow of pre-come that had lubricated the pigs’ way into the depths of my secret place.

I was making little groaning sounds that even to me seemed to be coming from someplace else. The pig, sensing his complete victory, began to thrust himself at me with a little more vigour seeking to embed his penis as deep inside my breeding canal as he possible could. Then he paused. I felt my belly clamped tightly about the slender penis that blocked my cervical canal.

My breathing was short and ragged as the thrusting weight on my back forced the breath from my lungs. The corpulent pig appeared to be like some sort of jelly mould so mobile and animated was he, as he wobbled with each thrust. His thrusts were not regular or rhythmic any longer, but rather irregular.

After what seemed an eternity, but must have been mere seconds, I felt the penis surge and a jerk. Moments later a warm flood seemed to surge into my belly, then another and another muscular jerk followed by the same spreading flood as the pig semen surged along its narrow delivery vessel into my belly.

“Oh, June, he must be coming,” Viv announced belatedly, “His balls are seething and rolling. God its awesome. Can you feel it?” To my own surprise, I could answer her calmly.

“Yes, yes, I can its warm and gushy.” As I announced to Viv how it felt yet another surge of pig cum squirted up inside me. I could actually feel the contracting penis as it fired the charge of cum from his testicles along the narrow penis tube and finally into my womb. Resulting in my womb being coated, I presumed, with a clingy white stickiness.

Time seemed to stand still as squirt after squirt of pig cum was injected into my ever tightening belly. I would l urn later that it was more than a third of a litre, or something like that, of squishy cum delivered directly into my womb by the pig’s long penis. Then, after several minutes, the squirting slowed. The intervals between discharges grew then finally stopped.

But the pig hadn’t finished. Even as I felt the pigs’ haunches pull back, withdrawing his tightly embedded penis from my clutching cervix I could feel the discharging penis surging and expanding in pulsing waves. More pig cum was again surging out of his penis into my narrow cervical opening. The flood of endless cum continues even as the big bore disengaged slowly from my clutching cervical muscle. Slowly the boar backed out of me discharging the last of his cum in a powerful and almost continuous flood. The thin contracting penis dropped from me. Even though I hardly felt it. The boar had filled my vagina with his plugging cum as he retreated.

I remained across the supporting stool breathing heavily. It had been the strangest feeling. Not at all what I had expected, though I don’t know what I had really expected. It had been like having something slithering alive inside me. Something alien trying to burrow into my belly. The belly, which now felt hard and bloated. I felt that uncomfortable feeling you get after Christmas dinner when you have way too much to eat and drink and your tummy wishes you had a dress size bigger. I had half expected the pigs cum to be running down my thighs at this point but it wasn’t.

After several moments I turned my head to see what the pig was doing. And to my surprise, he was laying down against the steel rail, his small eyes half closed and oblivious to everything around him. He had got what he wanted and now he was contented. “Bloody males” I thought, not for the first time, “It’s all about them, they empty themselves inside the female and consider the job done”

“You ok love,” Viv enquired

“What?” I had forgotten that she was so close, “Oh! Yes, yes, I’m ok.” Her speaking had shaken me from my own deep thoughts and I slowly became aware of all that was going on around me. The pigs in the other pen had quietened down a little, but the boar with the saddle shaped patch was still excited and his muzzle was covered in even more foaming spittle.

I eased myself back onto my knees behind the breeding stool, then with both hands for support I pushed myself upright. My legs wobbled and for a moment I expected them to give way, but with a supreme effort of concentration I managed to remain on my feet unsupported.

“Well, what was it like?” Viv who had been kneeling beside me had also stood. Her arms ready to support me, but I waved her away. I looked down when I was sure I wouldn’t lose my balance. My normally almost flat tummy was slightly rounded and hard to the touch. Viv’s eyes followed mine and watched me as I pressed and poked at my distended flesh.

“I knew he came a lot, but god, how much of his stuff is in there?” I wondered out loud as I tried to think of how to answer Viv’s question.

“You could feel it?” She asked almost excitedly. I looked up at her and saw big eyes open even wider than normal.

“Yes, I could, it was like something being injected into me, well, I suppose it was wasn’t it? I mean it was like tingling pulses followed by a warm spreading in here. I pointed to my hard belly. “There seemed to be an endless supply. I didn’t think he would ever stop.”

“I know, I know I could see his big balls writhing in that tight sack of his it was really awesome the way they moved and moved like balls in a washing machine. I guessed he was cumming in you when they did that. His thin dick also jerked and stiffened each time he seemed to be shooting into you. God, I wish it was me.” I just smiled and kind of understanding what she was saying. Watching was one thing, but having it done to you was quite something else. I couldn’t help, at that moment, make a comparison between the kangaroos and the pig. For that matter, with Barry as well. However, I struggled with the concept of comparing human, pig and kangaroo. All my head was doing was screaming at me that they were all different. There was no comparison.

“Well, if you want to there’s the spotty boar and he is dead keen just looking at him?” I pointed at the boar in the other pen. “If we can separate him out that is. You had a hell of a job with this one.”

“Let’s try June, I really want to.” She was already undressing and reaching out for the leather apron that I had almost forgotten I was wearing backwards on my back. How I could forget was strange in itself. It was awkward and not a little stiff to move in.

After supporting the boar on my back for the best part of fifteen minutes I was more than a little stiff. Mainly in the back of my knees and thighs. I also felt the discomfort of an overfull belly. It felt tight and full, not all that noticeable to a casual observer, but the slight curving roundness was noticeable to me. The difference in men and pigs was not only the quantity of discharge, but the unbelievable way that nature had provided the male pig with the ability to seal off the sow’s vagina and by association mine.

“I’m still a bit wobbly, but I will try to cut the spotty one out for you. This fellow looks a bit spent don’t you think?” I pointed to the boar that had served me and Viv made a wry smile as she struggled into the leather apron.

“Not surprised he’s spent, the way his balls were rolling about I’m sure you sucked the life out of him.”

“It had nothing to do with any effort from me, he was doing it all. He really, truly screwed me with that cork screw thing of his.” I walked along to the gate and felt totally exposed to the world, although there was no one to see my absolute nakedness. The spotted boar who had watched me so intently as I was being mated by the pink stud now followed me to the gate. The rest of the pigs were still milling around and hadn’t followed me to the other end of the yard. “Viv you had better be ready I think this big bugger will get through the gate without opposition. He did. I barely had time to unlatch the dividing gate and his bulk pushed it open as he came through with surprising speed.

The sows seeing the boar disappear from their enclosure now regrouped and rushed at the gate. Things were happening fast. I had to throw my weight against the gate as the sows attempted to break through. The gate latch clanged into place as the full force of the gathering sows crashed against it. I screeched as a sharp trotter scraped over my instep as the newly arrived boar shoved his weight against my hip. As I skipped away from the boar who thought it was now his turn with me, I saw the gate shiver and fully expected it to burst in. By some miracle it held, at least for now.

The boar was persistent in his endeavour to serve me and I had to keep dodging away from him as I worked my way toward the now kneeling form of Viv. The boar was doing his best to herd me into a position that I would have to submit but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Damn it Viv, he wants to screw me for god’s sake.”

“Try to get over here,” she called, but now the pink boar was joining in the pursuit of my favours.

“I am bloody well trying,” I snapped as I skipped from one foot to the other in an effort to avoid the hassling pigs. A snout slipped between my legs from behind and I screeched with surprise as the big spotted hog lifted his snout upward sharply into my groin. The power behind his head was driven by neck muscles that were able to drive his snout through soil in search of tasty roots. I had no chance of stopping him. At that moment I was totally off balance from my skipping avoidance dance and I crashed ass over tit into the hay beside Viv. My legs and arms flailed defensively.

Both boars closed in pushing me with their soft looking though deceptively hard wet snouts. Their shrill squeals that ended in muffled snorts assailed my senses and the sheer urgency of their assault on me made me fear for my immediate safety.

For several seconds both boars shoved me first one way, then the other. There was nothing that I could do that would stop them. Their combined weight and power was way beyond my total inability to resist the excited beasts.

I heard Viv call out several times, but the closeness of the squealing animals and the ringing in my ears brought on by my own panic ensured that whatever she said I was unable to hear.

Suddenly the frenzied attack seemed to abate, but not cease. It took a few seconds for me to realise that one of the pigs was no longer participating in my assault. I rolled away from the boar who was shoving me in the ribs with his snout. Dazed, I managed to get to my hands and knees. My head was only a few inches from Viv who I realised was looking rather strange. As my head rose a little higher I saw the spotted boar’s huge head resting on Viv’s covered back. The beady slits of eyes looked back at me as he slowly, almost in slow motion rises to cover Viv.

“I’ll try to help Viv,” I pointed out forgetting the pink boar who was sniffing at my hip with his tough, smooth snout. She didn’t say anything she just appeared dazed as the boar landed on her back. Immediately the spotted boar was attempting to mount Viv. His two front trotters were together in the middle of her back extending almost to her shoulder blades. His enormous head was slightly to one side of Viv’s shoulder with his jowls covered in a frothy, bubbly foam. The bulk of the pig’s fleshy body was writhing and heaving over Viv’s lower back as he attempted to mount her.

I became aware again of my own consort as the pink boar tried to push me into place. It was clear that he was going to mate me again. As best as I could I edged, crawling slowly toward Viv’s leather apron covered hips. The pigs fully extended penis slipping and sliding over her thigh, nowhere near its intended target. With an effort I managed to resist the pink pigs growing attention and lifted one supporting hand from the ground and make an effort to get hold of the slimy, powerful, almost prehensile penis. Each time when I thought I had it in my hand the twisting penis slipped from my grasp. With my own hand, now covered in the pigs pre cum any chance of me getting a proper hold diminished.

It seemed like ages as I struggled to help the boar mount Viv. Her hip glistened with the pigs fluid that was squirting in a fine spray intended to ease his passage into a sow. Slowly and with focused determination I was able to push the worm like penis from the outside of Viv’s hip to the wet fury patch below her bottom. It slithered and slipped as it discharged even more preejaculate onto Viv’s vulva.

Then in an instant the penis tip slid between the generous distended folds that were slightly open displaying her pink portal. Instantly the writhing tip was embedded deeply, although his rolling, heaving body was sliding in and out as he sought the opening deep within. I could see in my own imagination the screwing tip seeking Viv’s cervical opening.

IT was the sudden gasping breath from Viv that told me the boar had locked into her tight cervical tunnel. I eased myself back to Viv’s Head. I could see the far away, distant glaze of sexual rapture on her face. Her lips were open and wet as her tong slid luxuriously over them slowly as she focused her rapturous thoughts on what was happening to her. No doubt she had the picture of the rutting boar imprinted on her mind from watching what had happened to me. I leant forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Slowly her eyes opened and she smiled a distant sort of smile.

I grunted loudly. The air was expelled from my lungs as the full weight of the boar landed on my back” He had followed me closely as I had moved myself from near Viv’s behind to her head. I desperately wanted to be able to look at her face as the spotted boar worked himself into her. It was a vicarious look at what I may have looked like several minutes previously. To be able to see Viv’s facial expressions changing from grimace to a deeply engrossed roll of her eyes was something I needed to see and empathise with. I could, through Viv, revisit every nuance of feeling that I had endured.

With the Pink boar again showing me so much attention and his excitement raised by the rutting boar next to us I knew then that it was just a matter of time before I would be mounted for a second time. That was, of course, if the boar could back up so soon after he had emptied himself inside me.

I knew quite well that Barry wouldn’t have managed to get it up so soon. I remembered specifically asking him how long before he could do it again after he had cum so extraordinarily quickly one evening. He had mumbled something about fifteen minutes and rolled over. If it had been fifteen minutes that was the shortest night of my life. Ten hours more like.

As I had kissed Viv the boar had been pressing against my left side, My ribs felt as if they would give way completely so I had sidled away, under pressure, keeping my face near Viv as she kissed back.

I was compliment enough. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want to be mounted again, I did. It was a special feeling too difficult to describe as the boar had burrowed deeper inside me than anything had ever gone. It was a likeable uncomfortable pain. A searing feeling that made me nauseous and faint at the same time. Yes, I wanted him to mate me again and I flushed at the wanton thought as I eased myself around in the presentation. That was exactly what he had wanted. As my behind reached what was about right angles to Viv and the spotted boar the pink boar stopped pushing against me. His tough snout left my side and slithered along my bumpy rib cage to my waist and hips, never losing contact for a moment, finally arriving at my firm rounded butt.

The ritualistic sniffing that seems to be part of all animal behaviour, except humans, began as he gulped in the scent of my vagina in loud rattling snorts. I was barely aware of his ministrations as his frothing jowls transferred his excitement induced slobber onto my sparse pubic fur.

As our lips played gently over each other’s I could hear, perhaps feel, the little groans of introvert pleasure coming from deep inside my friend. With our faces so close and the rutting boars head resting on her right shoulder I was able to see each of their eyes as they coupled. Hers rolling back into her head with her mounting excitement and his impassive weeping pink slits showed little or nothing of his beastly delight as his entire body roll with liquid undulations as he worked toward his climax.

The pink boar was now a heavy burden on my hips as he sought my vagina. His long thin penis writhed and probed as it slithered across my hips wetly seeking. When he did find the giving folds of my vagina I hardly felt his intromission. The thin penis tip burrowing into me with each fatty roll of his body against mine.

 

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