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Kylie is camping in the swamp alone painting and enjoying nature when she's attacked by a big feral animal. (bestiality).
I had worked for this farmer for about two years now, but as an office worker and not a field hand or animal caretaker. My name is Myra and I’m twenty-four and engaged to Ronin, my boyfriend. He and I have had sex already because we knew we were in love and wanted no one else. My boss, Mr. Brink, and his wife Rose were the owners of the farm for many years and were raising pigs as their primary product.
While working in the office located in a butler building and positioned about a hundred meters from the main pig barn, I noticed rather odd activities about that barn. People, especially young women have lately visited over there and quite often. I didn’t bother to ask or investigate it because I know it was none of my business (I just worked there) and those women may have been perhaps potential customers for those pigs. But I wondered, since when were young and attractive girls instead of older men farmers are such regular customers for pigs? Finally, I had the nerve to ask my office co-worker Dee about what was going on with such young girls up at the pig barn and such.
She briefly replied, “We’re just experimenting, that’s all.”
She quickly returned to her office work. I’ve seen her go up there quite often as well, but didn’t understand why. She’s the only one that knows about the serious accounting error I made in the office and could easily get me fired by telling Mr. Brink.
One Saturday morning I went looking for Dee at the said main pig barn where I suspected her to be. As I walked in it (which was very seldom), they were all, including Mr. Brink at the far back corner of it circled around some attraction going on. Low and behold, it was Dee being mounted by a large boar pig with his huge balls rocking back and forth as he was snorting and humping her with his long corkscrew penis. I also noticed her bare bottom, moving back and forth with him to help get his erection. I was totally shocked at Dee and the kind of activity as well.
I almost fainted as I turned around attempting to leave, but one of the farmers pulled me back, and said, “We want you to watch this!”
When Dee saw me watching, her face went from a smile to a shocking frown but continued. Both she and the boar finally got their erection and he dismounted her and she pulled her panties back up with a smile. Dee then said to me, “Perhaps you’d like to try it for yourself”.
She looked at me as if she would tell on me about my accounting mistake if I didn’t oblige. Also, Mr. Brink promised me a huge raise if I did take part in this.
Then they told me to not just drop my panties, but take all my clothes off to do it. Because they complimented me on my beautiful sexy body and being relaxed like it was no big deal, I did what they asked and got down on all fours in the muddy pig pin where Dee had just been. They brought out another male pig and just like the first one, he had huge balls and looked like he weighed a lot and could easily squash me. He snorted and walked around the pin for a minute as I was on all fours with my bare ass arched high in the air ready to receive his long corkscrew penis.
He put his snout in my butt and vagina then wasted no more time to mount me, penetrate me and hump me. I could feel his slimy penis entering me and he humped me and twirled it in me for about an hour. I was scared and embarrassed at the same time, but somehow as his heavy body was humping me with all that weight, I began to like it all as they crowd gathered around me and smiled as if they were so proud of me for cooperating and, thus, ‘joining the club’.
I really felt like I was accepted with open arms to a very special organisation. Just like Dee did, I relaxed more as well as moved my bare bottom backwards toward the pig each time he pushed his groin forward on me. Suddenly, we both climaxed and I felt huge flows of hot pig semen gush all inside me and he dismounted and I stood up as it was all running out my vagina and down my leg. They handed me a towel and let me get dressed. I did NOT want to take a bath or shower that night because I liked it so much. Dee and I kept silent about the whole thing for months. She could easily tell my fiancé about this if she really wanted to blackmail me.
One morning I got up and noticed my rather flat belly becoming huge and rounded. I also ate too much that morning like a pig. Then it occurred to me as to the possibility of being pregnant (I had not had my period for two months).
Not only that, but I thought, Could I be pregnant by that pig? Impossible ! I had never heard of such possibilities. Anyway, my boyfriend, Ronin heard about my pregnancy and he was very excited to be a daddy. We were soon to be married anyway. Every night before bed, I would admire that mother to be in the mirror as I would have my clothes off and feel the baby kicking inside me. My breasts got much larger and filling up with milk as I continued to eat a lot and began to buy maternity clothes as well as receive many hugs and kisses from Ronin.
One afternoon, I was reporting for work and my water broke and was going into serious labour, Dee called for help but no one could get an ambulance or doctor in time. So Mr. Brink call for a vet who was skilled in delivering babies and Dee was there with me as I lay on the bed in the back of the farm-house. The vet started to remove my clothes out-of-the-way and Dee, being a former midwife instructed me to push and so I did, I screamed my loudest during the delivery pains because I had no pain killers or epidural treatment. There simply was no time to get any.
My boss, Mr. Brink and Ronin were talking in the living room during my child delivery and all of a sudden Dee comes out, and said loudly, “Come quick, Myra’s baby isn’t human!”
So they both entered the bedroom where I had just delivered my half human and half pig baby that was lying beside me crying in an unusual tone. I was still leaking blood out my vagina as I propped up my knees on the mattress. Being so embarrassed, I just didn’t know what to say to Ronin but he sure knew what to say to me.
He wasted no time pointing his finger at me, and shouting, “You nasty pig bitch! Wait until I get my hands on you!”
Mr. Brink and his helpers pulled him out the house and sent him away. As for me, I was still a proud mother and began to nurse my dark baby pig (It had a pig’s body but a human head and face). It was a boy too! I didn’t have a name for him yet, but was allowed to tend to it and realize what this so-called ‘experiment’ is all about. The farmers were trying to see if human and pig cross breeding was possible after all. Sure enough, I just proved it is!
I don’t care if I ever get married again because I love myself, my body, and I want to be a big whore! So that’s what I’ll be from now on, a pig breeder!
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Sex Story: A girl takes a job to save her from trouble hah!
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fiction 
Bestiality 
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Brought from across the pond to God’s own country and edited. Found way back 10 years, on a website and introduced into BF. It needed work on it, but includes a lot of piggy technicalities.
When I was eighteen I was, like many inner city, single-parent kids, a college drop out, and in some trouble with the law. I owe a debt of gratitude for turning my life around to my parole officer at the time, Tony. Tony told me of a couple in his home town in north Yorkshire that were having a really tough time of it. He urged, wheedled and cajoled me into taking a job as a hired girl on their farm, with room and board included, but just at the minimum wage. Well you didn’t have to be a rocket scientist, or even a high school graduate, to see that the way things were going I was going to end up in prison or the victim of trafficking and radicalisation, so I finally agreed to give it a try, although I didn’t think I would last a week working on some pig farm.
The farm was a smaller operation owned by a couple. Mr Ansty had had a stroke while seeding his grain. He had lain on the cold dirt for much of the day until he was missed. It looked like he was going to be bedridden for a long time. A neighbouring farmer had agreed to look after the field work for the couple, and Jean, Mrs Ansty probably could have handled most of the work in the piggery herself (she was an extremely capable woman) but she spent a lot of time caring for her husband, trying to help him get going again. Tony could not have found better role models for me. They were different than almost anyone I had ever known, and obviously had a deep and special bond between them.
The couple had a son, a couple of years older than I, but he was studying at the agricultural college in Harrogate, and both of them were adamant that he would not stop his summer research job or his studies to come home. Jean settled me in his room, fed me a wonderful farm meal, showed me some boots and took me out to the barn. I had a pretty good feeling about Jean, she was a no bullshit person but with a really kind heart.
The smell in the pig barn was not as bad as what I had imagined, and what my buddies had ribbed me about. They used lots of straw, and the pigs used the sides of the pens along the gutter for dunging, and usually lay in the dry straw on the high side of the pens, unless the weather was really hot. Dick, Mr Ansty, had hung a tyre in each pen for the pigs to play with, and they would spend a lot of time in a ring around it passing it back and forth with their noses. The feeders in this side of the barn were automatic, so my main job was just cleaning and bedding these pigs, and making sure all the automatic feeders and waterers kept operating.
The dry sows were kept outside on pasture, and had to be fed grain twice a day. They were brought into a second section of the barn to have their piglets (“farrowing”) and kept in separate nursing pens for 5 weeks. These pens were bedded especially deep with straw, and the sows soon lost the dusty appearance they had on pasture, and glowed with shiny motherly vitality. I was to feed and clean in this section, and Jean would perform many of the more complicated tasks involving the little pigs.
The third room was a breeding room. The sows or gilts (a young sow that has not had her first litter) were kept in pens on one side of a breeding area, and on the other side were three pens which each held a boar. Each boar was a different breed (one pink Yorkshire with ears that stood up, one pink Landrace with floppy ears, and one Hampshire which is black with a white belt. I was to feed and bed the pigs in the breeding room. Jean would handle the morning breedings, and she said I should learn how to do it, so she would be able to write down which boar to use for which sows and gilts each evening (they produced special cross bred breeding stock). I was pretty apprehensive about getting in to clean the boars. Two of them were big, especially the Hampshire who must have weighed about a thousand pounds, and had big tusks. The York boar was young and only weighed about two hundred pounds. I watched Jean show me how to handle them and being a young macho type I wasn’t going to show my fear.
That evening after the other chores were done Jean tested the sows and gilts for heat. She would put pressure on their backs and pointed out how the ones in good “standing” heat would stand stock still with their ears erect and quivering. She also showed me how their vaginas would be bright pink and swollen with blood. She was very matter of fact about it, but I couldn’t help notice that a sow in heat had a very pretty cunt. The colour was set off by their shiny white skin (very few were black) and the lips were heart shaped with a prominent clitoris at the bottom of the heart. Jean said that it was dangerous to put a sow that was not in good heat in with a randy boar. She also said not to mate either of the big boars with a virgin gilt without putting the gilt in a breeding crate to protect them.
The first sow she led into the pen was an older York. She let the Landrace boar into the pen and he immediately went over and started sniffing and licking the sow’s cunt. His lips curled back with pleasure at the aroma and his dick started poking in and out of its sheath. It was not that fat, in fact it was more slender than most human dicks, but it had the most amazing corkscrew spiral at the tip. It jerked back and forth, oozing precum, and the end too, seemed to turn in circles. The room was filled with a wild smell. (In very small amounts boar scent is added to some perfumes as an aphrodisiac, in larger amounts it assaults the senses and seems to go directly to the brain). The boar was not long mounting the sow and Jean guided the tip of his penis into the sow’s vagina. “If you don’t guide them in they’ll often bugger them” she said matter-of-factly.
My pussy was soaking at this point. I was quite embarrassed and it was almost impossible to hide, but if Jean noticed, (and she probably did) she was too polite to mention it.
The boar pumped the sow for a long time. She stood stock still under the massive pummelling with glazed eyes, shaking. Huge amounts of sperm jelly leaked out on the floor (the boar had nuts the size of grape fruits, and Jean told me they could ejaculate more than a pint). When he finally rolled off her, his dick lay glistening, hanging and on the floor for a minute before it retracted. It was more than two feet in length, blood red and criss crossed with throbbing blue veins.
Days followed, and then weeks. I grew comfortable on the farm. I liked working with the pigs. They were intelligent, if headstrong, and often quite funny. Dick and Jean treated me like a daughter. Although they allowed me to go into town with their truck in the evenings I found it hard to get accepted into the group of young people in town, and I found that the hard physical work took the edge off my rebellious energy. I started reading some of their books, which was something I had loathed before.
Jean and I grew especially close. She was a rock of strength and resourcefulness, but you could tell that the trouble with her husband was weighing hard on her middle age, and she came to depend on me and confide in me. I was still having a problem quivering and getting wet while breeding with the boars, maybe more so now that it had been quite a while since I had been with a boy. One day we had turned a young gilt in with the young boar. They were quite comical, and extremely excited. Jean had just ignored my quivering up till then. “It often excited Dirk and me too, watching them breed. They are just such obviously passionate animals. Sometimes we would make love after.” she confided gently. She was not coming on to me, it was just meant as a kind reassurance.
I took to masturbating while I supervised the evening breeding. Jean never came out to the barn then, and the bed creaked in their room. One day I had just turned a young gilt into the pen. She was in excellent standing heat and quivering with anticipation. I put my finger between her swollen lips and started stroking her clitoris. Her back arched with pleasure and she pushed back on my finger. I was out of control with lust. I unzipped my coveralls, hooked my bra under my tits, removed my knickers, rubbed pig goo on my cunt and began working it up and down between the sow’s bright red lips. The gilt was pushing back against me, so I shuffled forward, pulled her labia lips apart exposing her tunnel and placed the tip of my clitoris against her entrance. Slowly and gently I eased a finger inside her. God she was tight! I kept gently pushing until I was in all the way. The gilt shuddered, but she stood stock still and seemed to enjoy it. I lay over her smooth, strong back and fingered her with short strokes. Her skin felt smooth and warm. It wasn’t long and I felt myself cumming a long and satisfying orgasm with her. She was making quiet grunting noises as I came, and I assume she enjoyed it, or she would have moved off, as she was never restrained at any time. When I was done I turned in the boar that Jean had left a note to breed her with and watched as he sniffed and licked her and then plunged in to depths I could only dream about.
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Published by sexblog on February 13, 2018 
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It was late on a Saturday morning and I was feeling restless. I had just come back from my daily run. Today I did 5 miles. At 41 I took pride in keeping myself in shape. I was in my bathroom about to get in the shower. I dropped the robe I was wearing and looked myself over in the mirror. My legs were toned and long. My ass too was high and tight from years of running. Stomach was flat even though I had two kids. The only thing that was a little out of place were my boobs. They were on the large side. When I was pregnant with my daughter they had ballooned up to 36D and just stayed that way. They did sag at all but you could tell they were heavy. They made running difficult sometimes but I was still glad I had them.
I slipped into the shower and enjoyed the warm spray. I soaped up and enjoyed the slick smoothness of my skin. My breasts got me a lot of attention I admit. Of course I like to show them off in low cut tops and dresses and I even went braless sometimes. Young men and old men would stare at them. Did I tease? Sure I did. I ran my hands over them, across the brown tips of them making my nipples perk up and get hard. I felt their weight and fullness. They were all natural, all me. As my right hand played with a hard nipple my left hand worked it’s way down lower. Down past my tummy and between my legs. I always kept myself perfectly smooth either by shaving or waxing. My hand found what it was seeking, my swollen labia. I was very aroused and I could not put my finger on why.
My fingers parted my lips and found my hole. Pushing inside with two it felt hot and tight. I was slick on the outside from the soap but also on the inside from something my pussy was producing. It was sticky and slick at the same time and there was a lot of it. I thought about what date it was and I knew then what was going on. It was the time of the month for me to ovulate. Today and tomorrow I would be at my most fertile. Whenever this happened I got super horny and my pussy started to discharge this slick stuff. I guess it was lubricating itself in anticipation of getting fucked.
I found my clit which was big and swollen. Playing with that and pulling on a nipple was going to get me off quickly. I pulled hard and rubbed faster. I felt the familiar fluttering down below. I gave into my orgasm in the shower and had to let go of my boob to steady myself against the wall. I came hard and my knees got a little shaky. I recovered and finished washing my hair and got out of the shower. After I dried off I decided to be lazy today an
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