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Spring break shortly after my eighteenth birthday my parents decided to visit my ailing grand mother several miles away. They left me incharge of the farm to keep the animals fed, watered, milked Etc. The first morning after seeing them off and getting some breakfast in my gut I headed out to do the chores. I fed the dogs and chickens and gathered the eggs. Then I milked the cow, taking the milk and eggs into the refergrator. Next I entered the hog barn to continue the chores in there. I found Sally, one of my sows, and Alex, our older boar, in their obvious mating ritual. As Alex tried to mount Sally she would move away. Alex would then rub her ears, neck and side with his snout, grunting and snuffling all the while, until he would again try to mount. The third time, at least that I witnessed this ritual, Sally Let him mount her, arching her back slightly downward and thrusting her hips upward to better receive the boars love muscle. I got in very close to better observe the mating and wa able to see Alex' cock emerging from it's sheath. It was about two inches around with a corkscrew like tip. When it was finally hard it was about twenty inches long. . the boar cock missed Sally's very swollen pink pussy the first four hunches of alex' hips but then found the correct alignment and started drilling deeper into her steamy sex tunnel. I reached in to feel the spot where their organs connected. Then eased a finger into Sally's box along with the boar's pulsing prick. I found it to be very hot, wet and tight in there. Suddenly Alex stopped humping his hips and I felt his first load of sperm pass my finger. Ialso felt a jolt in my pants and a wet spot appeared on them. I realized that I'd shot a load at the same instant Alex had.I removed my finger and straightened up to get the kinks out of my legs, then cleaned myself up a bit while I watched the pigs.Alex finally slid off of Sally and wandered out the door in search of his favorite mud hole. While I watched I remembere reading in the Kinsey report I think about people in isolated rural areas having sex with various animals. Supposedly due to the lack of the opposite sex or availability of the same. I also seemed to recall a time when I entered an Uncle's barn and found an older cousin on a milk stool, with his pants down f****ing the cow. Whether this was an actual event or just my imagination trying to justify what I was about to do I'm not sure. Any way I locked the door removed my clothes and started wooing Sally much the way I'd seen Alex do.Sally stood for me while I rubbed her all over and seemed to push back on my hand when I rubbed the swollen lips of her cunt. I inserted a finger gently into her slit and she definately pushed backon it as I pushed it in. She also humped her hips when I rubbed her clit. I had to squat slightly to achieve the proper alignmentso bearing the weight of one hand on her hips I lined up my throbbing eight inches of man meat and pushed it into her hot, tight wet pussy. God it felt great in there, a lot better than the beating off I'd been doing so much of lately. Ilasted only a few strokes that time because the sensations of hot slippery pig cunt that pulsed and milked at my boner was more than I could take. Istayed hard though and F***ed until I came a third time. I let Sally out then cleaned up and continued with my chores.I thought about what I'd just done, while working, and felt a little guilty about screwing a pig but reasoned that no one would ever know about my act of beastiality. Also, since I wasn't going to do it again it couldn't hurt anyone or anything.Two hours later I looked out into the hog pen and saw Alex f***ing Sally again. Shortly after that Sally was back in the barn and I was balls deep in her hot cunt again. By the time I finished i realized that I loved Sally and her hot slippery sex organ. I also realized that I didn't care If screwing her was wrong to the rest of the planet it made us feel really good and we were going to continue to make love every chance we got. I'd just have to be verey careful where and when we f***ed. More later if you liked. |
