****** Pigging out! by Helen ******
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Pigging out!


A truly true story!!

Hi, my name is Helen and I have a story to tell.

I'm 35, a bit on the plump side and blonde. 10 years ago I was neither 35,
plump or blonde. I also wasn't single and that's how this story begins. My
boyfriend, whom I loved very much, was a guy out of the ordinary. Fit, smart,
an enthusiastic and inspiring lover, well mannered, well spoken and well hung.
My parents owned a dairy farm in the southernmost part of Sweden. They also
bred pigs. For reasons of convenience, I still lived with my parents. Work was
only 2 km away and I had half the house to myself. My boyfriend came to visit
as often as possible. We were usually fucking away like rabbits, morning, day
and night. We tried everything, every hole, every position. Even a little WS in
the bath. At least I THOUGHT we tried everything. God, was I ever wrong.

Martin (not my boyfriend's real name) usually volunteered to do some of the
chores in the stables. Mainly feeding the cows and pigs for the evening. He
took his sweet time doing it and I was usually in bed with three fingers up my
snatch by the time he was finished. He loved to see me masturbating, I was
always extremely wet and the smacking sounds drove him nuts. We often had
mutual masturbation sessions where he would jack off while I had four fingers
pumping my cunt in pace with him. It was an excellent way of timing our
orgasms. Sometimes my fingers and his cock would trade places as his spasms
began, and he would bring us both off that way, or he would just shoot his load
on my cunt and hand while I came.

My dad was ever so pleased with the way Martin was doing his job. Dad had a
back problem and was only too happy to leave some of the work in my boyfriends
competent hands. One night I was waiting and waiting and waiting, where the
hell is he? It was about 10pm and he should have been ready by now. My parents
had gone to sleep an hour ago and I missed Martin's cock. Little did I know it
was already at work. A little miffed by his neglect I put on my coveralls and
scampered across the lawn towards the stables. I saw him through one of the
dirty windows, but not what he was doing, I could hear him mumbling, but
nothing else. I decided to sneak up on him and scare the piss out of him, as I
had done so many times before. I quietly opened the outer door and proceeded
towards the inner. Martin would be standing to the right, and I would be out of
view until I was practically on top of him. I crept around the corner and there
he was, turned away from me. Well, he could possibly have picked me up in the
corner of his eye. He was still standing in the same spot, mumbling. His hips
were moving in a strange, not altogether unfamiliar manner. It took a few
seconds before I realised what was going on. My God! He was fucking one of the
sows! I could neither believe my eyes, nor could I turn them away from the
bizarre act that was taking place right in front of me. I couldn't breathe, I
felt my blood turn to ice and then start to boil. My next thought was to put my
foot in his backside so hard, he and the sow would have to be separated
surgically. But I couldn't. I had to see it all. Behind a couple of bales I
would have the perfect perch. I inched my way there as silently as I could.
Actually I could have marched in with a band and Martin wouldn't have noticed a
thing. Once behind the bales I made a peep hole between them and started
watching the show in earnest. I could now se his cock slowly sliding in and out
of the sow.

She was one of the young ones and had never been inseminated. Well, she was
getting hers now and getting it good. Her eyes were closed and she was
drooling. Clear fluid was coming out of her cunt as well. She was having the
time of her life! I had never thought that humans and animals could enjoy sex
together. At least not men and female animals. I knew dogs fucked women quite
happily, but this was beyond belief. Martin was going very slowly savouring
every inch of the of what must have been a very tight vagina. He was almost
turning it inside out every time he withdrew. The sow was secreting heavily and
the pool of cunt juice on the floor told me they had been at it for a while.
Martin's mumbling was now discernible and words like: "-God, you're tight !
This is so fucking good!" were whispered to the happy pig. Something was
happening to me as well. My knees hurt of course, but my crotch seemed to be on
fire. I opened the lower zipper on my coverall and reached inside. I was stark
naked under since I had just left my bed. My dripping was enough to rival that
of the sow. I had soaked my coverall completely through. I thought I had wet
myself, but the slippery feel of the goo in my crotch gave me away: I was
turned on beyond belief. I opened the zipper a few more inches and managed to
slip two fingers into my cunt with an audible 'plop' My other hand tried to
find my clit within the cramped confines of my clothing. I finally managed and
started to rub myself as I feasted my eyes on the scene before me. Martin was
picking up speed now. Slurp, slurp, slurp, went his cock in the sow. His
breathing got shallower and I knew he was close. So was I. He came with a deep
grunt, almost sounding like a boar. I was only a few second behind him and fell
backwards as my body first tensed up and then went limp. Had he heard me? No,
he hadn't. He still had his cock in the sow, but it was slowly shrinking,
letting out their mixed juices. Suddenly I rose. I knew he would see me on his
way out and I didn't want him to see me lurking between the bales. To this day
I have never been able to adequately describe the look on his face as our eyes
met. His prick was still hanging out of his coverall, covered in slime and
dripping. He was paralysed. I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

-This is a very unusual way of being cheated on, I said to him. No answer. What
does she have that I don't, I asked him. I pushed him aside and put my hand
over the sow's swollen cunt lips. I parted the lips with my index finger and
slid it in to the last knuckle. It WAS a tight cunt. The sow backed up against
my intruding finger, so I slid another one in. I had never touched the sex of
any creature apart from my own and my boyfriends. It was warm and slippery and
it smelled not at all bad. The pigs are regularly washed and I knew that was
what dad and Martin had been doing this morning. I started to slide my fingers
in and out of the sow while I was looking Martin straight in the face. If you
want to fuck the pigs, you could at least have the courtesy to bring them off,
I said to him. -Wh.. what, he answered. -I said, it's not nice to leave a girl
before she's satisfied and this one clearly has a bit left to go, I said. -
Well, are you going to do the honours or am I? I couldn't believe I was saying
or doing these things. But, I was in total command of the situation and my
boyfriend was devastated. Something possessed me, that's all I can say for
myself. I was still fingering the sow, when I felt this little nub scratching
my knuckles it seemed to have grown out of the bottom of the vagina, close to
the opening. Could it be I put my thumb inside her cunt and started rubbing the
"nub" gently at first and then with a little more vigour as nothing happened.
And guess what; sows have clits! I didn't know animals had clits and obviously
neither did Martin. Here, put your thumb in there. Do you feel that hard thing?
That's her clit, I told him. You're not leaving until she comes, I ordered.
Still without any will of his own he pushed his thumb inside the sow's cunt and
searched for the clit. By the sow's reaction, he found it. She closed her eyes
and started rocking back and forth. Martin didn't have to move his hand at all,
just gently push down with his thumb. Strangely enough his cock was beginning
to twitch and slowly rose to its formidable size of 24 centimetres.

While this was happening, I was feeling up the sow in the stall next to
Martin's lover. I had to find out if that nub really was a clit and not some
sort of deformity. I was kneeling behind one of the older and more
"experienced" sows, one I knew was coming into heat soon. I looked at the cunt
before my eyes. It was bigger with long lips reaching out far behind her
buttocks. Pigs only have one set of cunt lips and they look a little like human
cunts, just with much thicker lips that really surround the opening. I touched
it with my palm and it twitched. I started caressing the outer folds very
lightly and sure enough; a few minutes later a glistening was seen in the
crack. I parted the lips with my thumbs and tried to look inside. I couldn't
see very deep, so I inserted my index fingers and gently pulled her big cunt
open. There it was, on the bottom. A tiny lump of flesh that seemed to vibrate
at my touch. I inserted two, then three, then four fingers into her moist cunt
and started rubbing her. She had the same placid expression as Martin's sow I
looked in the direction of Martin and he was rubbing "his" sow and pumping his
cock while watching me fingerfuck "my" sow. Why don't you fuck her, I asked.
Without a word he pulled his thumb out and put the head of his cock against the
cunt and slowly pushed it in to the hilt. My hands were both busy, one to hold
the tail to the side and the other to fuck the sow. I too needed release sooo
badly.

I let go of the tail and it turned out I didn't have to hold it after all. I
now had a free hand to go anywhere I wanted. And into my pussy it went. I was
now fisting the pig, more or less, and pumping my own pussy at the same time. I
looked at my fingers going in an out of the sow, I was in a daze. Suddenly I
pulled my hand out of the sow and shoved it down my coverall. I slowly leaned
forward until my lips made contact with the lips of the sow's cunt. The smell
was musty, but almost identical to my own. And they had been hosed down and
washed this very day, should I? Yes, I should! And I did. I reached out with
the tip of my tongue and for the first time of my life I tasted cunt! A pigs
cunt, no less! I didn't lick at first, just held my tongue still. It had tasted
slightly sweet and metallic and was a bit salty, I probed deeper and started to
lick the 10 centimeter slit from bottom to top. I had to stop from time to time
to wipe off some of the cunt juices seeping out. I wasn't prepared to swallow
and it didn't taste THAT great.

My hands were violently rubbing my own cunt. I think the licking did more for
me than it did the pig. I reached a level of arousal I never thought possible.
Soon I was rubbing my whole face in that cunt, trying to reach the clit with my
tongue. The pig backed up, trying to help me, but only managed to tip me over
on my back. I got back up and plastered my face to that cunt again and again.
By the time I came I was lapping the pigs cunt juices like it was cream and she
was leaking like a faucet. I looked up and saw Martin sitting on the floor with
shining eyes, watching his girlfriend suck pig-cunt. I looked at his sow and
saw fresh semen dripping out of her, I crept to her on my knees and started
sucking what remained of his sperm, out of her cunt. I felt Martin tugging at
my coverall and I opened the zippers. He pulled it down, past my buttocks and
started fingering my hole. Then he entered me. He fucked me while I was sucking
his sperm out of a sow's cunt. Somewhere in all this, something screamed to me
to come to my senses. I opened my eyes and was violently sick on the floor.
Martin pulled out and I rose. My body hurt. It revolted at what I had forced it
to do. The sheer power of what we, I, had just done hit me like a ton of bricks
and I collapsed. Martin had no choice but to wake up my parents and get some
help carrying me inside the house. I was shaking as with fever and crying like
I would never stop. Eventually, I fell asleep. I had terrible nightmares about
drowning and about giving birth. The nightmares continued for weeks and I saw
less and less of my boyfriend I couldn't really blame him for what had
happened, I could have walked away. I also could not embrace what he had done.
The result was that we parted as friends and went our separate ways with a
terrible secret binding us together for all future. I never dwelled on what
happened that night, at least not for years until I stumbled on this site on
the net. Most of the stories here are pure fiction, but entertaining none the
less. Yes, I do find tales of bestiality exciting, even though I do not indulge
anymore. Martin and I still keep in touch and we meet perhaps every two years
for lunch or a trip somewhere. We have never spoken about what happened all
those years ago, but I think it's important that we do, lest guilt pulls us
down.


Any others with similar experiences are welcome to mail me with comments at:

Helen432@hotmail.com

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