Makin' Bacon
#31 of A Real Animal Lover
Many of
my other adventures were as equally interesting as some I have already told you
about and some are a little less exotic I guess you could say. I mean, how
thrilling can it be to talk about your typical farm animals, like sheep, goats
and pigs? I mean they're all nice tight fits, but for the most part they are
singularly uninteresting in that mankind has bred a lot of the smarts right out
of them.
Sheep
are generally very stupid, goats not so much, and of all of the above mentioned
animals, pigs are by far the smartest. They can often look fat, dull and slow
but again, that's a matter of breeding. No one has ever wanted a pig for its
brains, unless you were French and then you called it cervelles and often
served with buerre noir.
Hey, I
like animals, but I'm no vegetarian. My ancestors worked hard to earn canine
teeth, and the hell if I'm going to eat carrots just because some hippy is waving
a sign that says "Meat is Murder!" I mean it is, but then, tell that to all the
carnivores that roam this planet. I'm absolutely sure all the lions and tigers and
bears will repent.
Not.
So
anyway. Pigs come in all shapes and sizes, from the pot bellied specimens that
originated in Vietnam, to the Suffolk of England. But that is hardly touching the
diversity seen in the domestic swine. In particular comes a porcine variety
from a region not normally thought of for its pigs; a breed known as the Mangalitsa.
Now
don't tell me that you've never heard of these guys. I mean, come on, there
aren't that many pigs out there that you can call woolly, except for these porkers.
They seriously look like a pig in the woolly skin of a sheep.
Well,
if you have no idea what I'm talking about look them up. You might be surprised
from what you learn.
They
aren't particularly a zoo animal, nor is any pig for that matter unless it's a
peccary or a wart hog. Both of those species are rather nasty tempered unless
raised from piglets. Domestic pigs can also be a little touchy, so even in the
petting portion of the zoos you'd never find one up close and personal. They're
pretty cute and adorable when they're little, but not always so fetching when
they get to be adults.
So
then, you might ask, where did I ever encounter a pig that was as wooly as a
sheep? Surprisingly it wasn't from world travel, for I have never been to
Hungary. It goes back to my college days. Some of us vets can never get enough
of having animals around, and I had a friend in the Midwest who had a successful
animal husbandry program and veterinary clinic. He handled mostly farm animals,
and even then his practice was often restricted to prize bulls, stallions and
the like. He had a contract with a breeders association to supply sperm for
artificial insemination, and that covered a wide variety of animals.
He had gotten
interested in the different breeds worldwide that saw little notice here in the
states. I mean, today sure, but they had to start somewhere, right? So his place
had all kinds of unusual varieties, and in some cases, I can even say unique species.
He was one of the first private owners to introduce a few relatively rare
species for his own captive breeding program. But I will get to that at a late date.
I spent
a week there one memorable year long ago, and I was amazed at the number of
animals he had. I fell in love with several, and I will discuss them in no
particular order. Therefore, I am staring with the one I found to be the most
unusual to me, and in the end, quite amiable to my advances. She was one of the aforementioned pigs, and
she was a big girl, one that could take what I had to give and then some.
While I
don't wish to go into a lot on porcine anatomy, if you know anything about
boars, they have a thin, corkscrew shaped penis. I did not have such a tool,
for which I was extremely thankful. So
where I might not reach as deeply inside to give her an in-depth tickle to her
cervix, I certainly made up for it with my diameter.
She
didn't have a name, as my friend was a somber fellow and not given to being
overly emotional with his wards. That's not to say he wasn't a kind and caring
person, just that giving names to non-humans was something he wasn't prone to
doing.
She was
the only one in his collection, as he was waiting to get a male from another
source. I told you they were an import, remember? To that end, he kept her with
his other sows, but away from the boars to keep the chance of a mixed-breed litter
of piglets from happening. She was actually very social and curious, and thus a
perfect candidate for a little hanky-panky.
I met
her when he was showing me around, and I was drawn immediately to her unusual
appearance. People tend to think of pigs as being bare and hairless, but the amount
of hair varies. Certainly, peccaries are well clothed in body hair, as are most
wild species. We just have this Madison Avenue picture of them being soft and
pink.
She was
very curious and seemed to take to having her ears scratched, which was both
the only real spot I could reach and the only place I was going to let my hands
wander in view of my friend. Maybe he was like me and maybe he wasn't. There was
no going back once that cat was out of the bag. I had a good reputation and I
intended to keep it.
I was
staying in the ranch-hand house which was presently empty. I was offered a
choice of that or the main house, but I opted to be alone the moment I knew I
had that chance. Sneaking out in the middle of the night was far easier if
there was no one around to wake up. Houses, no matter how well built, always
had squeaky floorboards. If I was alone, there would be no one to hear it.
I snuck
down to the barn that night and slipped in through a "window", actually one of
the ventilation holes. It was set up high enough that the pigs couldn't reach
it, but was wide enough for a man to fit through with ease. I didn't want the
noise of the barn door opening. Out here, it was hard to tell how far sounds
would carry and I wanted no one getting wind of my actions.
I
stepped into a pen with three sows in it, who were staring at me in the dim
glow like I was crazy. I stepped lightly out of their pen and into the walkway
that divided the pens. As it turned out, I was lucky enough to find my girl still
all alone. I climbed over the barrier and let her sniff me, which she did with
mild indifference, that is, until she smelled the apple I had brought with me.
A bribe can work wonders even across species lines.
She
immediately was interested and devoured the fruit in a few quick bites. I had
only the one with me, so I moved on to giving her scratches. Pigs often had dry
skin, and loved to bathe in the mud for that reason alone, and not because they
were dirty animals. When you itch, and you can't reach it, you'll do whatever
it takes to deal with it.
As soon
as I started, she about went limp. I was soon digging in with both sets of
fingertips, working away as fast as I could. Her fur, being curly, hindered me
a little, but not entirely. I just had
to use short strokes. She seemed pleased with an attention, and I wondered how
long she had been waiting for her suitor. From the speed which things seemed to
progress from there I'd say it had been a while.
I ended
up straddling her back, facing her rear, and digging into her skin as strongly
as I thought she could stand. The grunts and hip sways were comical, though the
latter were nearly enough to dislodge me from my perch. I ended up leaning all
the down until I was laying on her, my hands working their way down to her
backside.
In case
you were unaware of this little fact; given good living conditions and being
treated well will make a pig very amiable towards humans. As it was, the moment
I got to her protruding mound and the opening of her slit, she tensed up in
expectation. I slipped in a finger, then two, testing the waters. If her
wetness was any indication, this girl could have taken on miniature horse. She
was big; not that big mind you, but big enough. The point was that there wasn't
going to be a problem with me entering her.
I
climbed off and stripped, with her staring at me the whole while. I wasn't sure
if she was trying to determine the nature of my actions or if she was just
upset that I had stopped the fun. I think it was the second choice, for the
moment my fingers spread her open, she was as still as a boulder.
And I was as stiff as one.
I
worked my fingers in for a moment or two, slathering my cock with her own
lubrication, which was slick enough to allow for the aforementioned horse. This
girl was ready to go and probably sick and tired of waiting. I'm sure she knew
there were boars nearby and was left to wonder why she wasn't getting included
in any of the fun. Her wait was over.
I had
to get into a good position, which was aided by me wadding up my clothing and
using it under my knees. This put just shy of the level I really wanted to be, but there was
little else I could do. You have to remember that these animals are built for
having sex with each other, not other species. Heck, any four legged animal
would have an easier time of it than us graced with just two. Sometimes you
just have to make the best of things.
I
worked the head of my cock into the seemingly tiny slit and watched as it
expanded to take me in. One thing I'll say right now is that it looked like I
was going to rip her open, but that her body adapted immediately to accommodate
what had to be a much thicker cock that she would normally ever have taken. I
mean, I know it was, for I've seen the boar's sex-tool both in situ and in
specimen jars back in college. This girl was getting porked for the first time
in a manner she would never experience again.
Her
furry coat was perfect for locking my fingers into, and I soon had my cock
pressed in deep. I can't say she was
better feeling or worse than any of my other exploits, for I tended to judge
them on their own merits, not how they were as compared to this one or that
one. I had boned tighter holes, and hotter ones, but hers was pretty much what
you might hope for in a human girl, though never likely to get except the first
few times.
I don't
mean to be derogatory; though I am sure someone out there will take offense.
Animals have a way of maintaining their overall fitness, unless they are given
to slovenly and slothful ways. Otherwise, they'll be just as happy exercising
and keeping active, which in turn keeps them solid; all the way around. These
pigs were given plenty of outside time, and none of them were fatter than they
needed to be. And that made this girl nearly perfect for what she was.
She
braced herself as I began putting some power behind my thrusts, working her
hole over with more passion than any male of her own kind was ever going to
give her. Pigs were pretty loose and free with the loving, but not a one of
them have what I had to give. She was going to have to measure her future suitor
by the standards I was laying down now.
Her grunting
was punctuated by the occasional little squeal of delight as I managed to hit a
particularly sensitive spot. As it was, her initial immobility was slowly
phased out in favor of ramming herself backwards into me, and she was soon
going so strongly that I was in danger of getting knocked over. While hardly
disastrous, it would have been an unwelcome inconvenience.
I had
to hang on for the ride as she tried to do the job I was far better equipped to
handle. I was hardly in the position to argue with her, but instead hung onto
her fur with a death grip and kept myself plastered against her rump. It wasn't
as satisfying for me as a good solid slamming, but I figured I'd let her have
things her way. I soon found a little hip action of my own in time with hers
was nearly as pleasurable for me as it was for her. I think I looked rather foolish,
but then again, in such a position I don't think any onlookers would have used
the word foolish. I think they would have used something a little more
descriptive...
...like
disgusting or illegal.
But what did they know?
She was
totally into it, and in fact was beginning to get a little vocal. That wasn't
so bad, but she was stirring up the rest of the sows, who apparently felt they
needed a little attention as well. The noise was quickly getting out of hand.
And there was no way I was up to dealing with that many horny ladies, even if I
had the time. I was going to have to make this a lot shorter than I had wanted.
And
that was a terrible disappointment.
The
problem was I wasn't getting off as quickly as I might have hoped. Under the
circumstances, I was beginning to worry that the commotion was going to be
waking people up. After a few minutes however the rest of the group settled
down, perhaps intent on listening to the sole lucky one in the barn. Their
jealousy was almost palpable.
My big
girl was rocking her hips wildly, until I finally got fed up with it and
slapped her haunches. She froze up, allowing me at least a moment of solid
grinding. As it turned out, my rough stimulation of her sides tipped her over
the edge into a climax, and from there my ride went from fun to incredible. I
doubt a boar would have gotten the pleasure of her rapidly constricting hole due
to this thin cock, but I was getting massaged like nobody's business.
It
dawned on me later that a boar's front feet would probably be somewhere in this
vicinity as he mounted her, and perhaps the added roughness overtopped the
scales on the normal stimuli necessary for her to get off. But that's only
supposition. No one has ever done a study on the mating habits of pigs;
leastwise not at this point in my life. I could presently add a few footnotes
to it if there was one, but only under the listing of anonymous.
Her
back end was returning to being twitchy and vibrating like an out-of-sync motor. But a lot of the swagger was gone, making my
continued pounding a little easier. With
the ruckus having died down, I felt a little more confident in finishing her
off in grand style. Nervousness always took the edge off of my performance.
Now it
was time to grind my sausage like I was bringing home the bacon.
Sorry.
The slapping
sound of flesh against flesh rung loudly in my ears, and yet, I hardly felt
anything but the tight constriction of her cunt around my cock. And it was
wonderful. You must understand that a
few animal with equal or greater degrees of tightness were also, at times,
structured in a much more delicate fashion. This girl wasn't someone you were
going to break or hurt unless that was your purpose. That meant I could put me
back into it and neither rof us would be sorry.
I
slammed that sweet spot in the middle of her two back legs until I think her
hams were going to smell like smoke. But then, her lubrication was so prolific
that it was spraying out against me with each forward push. I was grunting away in time to the action,
and she joined in, and with that, the rest took up the chorus.
Thankfully
I came, and in a big way. I was fucking her so hard my cock was feeling raw,
and my balls feeling a bit battered and bruised from the force of my boring, and
I don't mean that I found it uninteresting. I was the boar doing my duty, and
she the willing recipient of what I had t give. And boy did I give it.
I cried
out as my sperm was squeezed through the narrow passage that was my urethra and
straight into the depths of the mass that was this lovely, horny pig. I held myself
pressed against for her a little while, listening to the restlessness of her
fellow barn mates as they smelled the air and grew evermore agitated. I smiled
wryly, knowing that even if I wanted to, there was no way I would ever make it
through all of them.
I was
just contemplating another go at her when I heard faint voices from outside. I
had pressed my luck a little too far, it seemed. I threw my clothes on as the
door to the barn was opened. Taking a chance, I pulled myself up and through
the window above the stall I was in, hauled myself to the outside and ran
around to the other side of the barn, the one where I had started.
I hoped
that whoever has come to check on the noise was my friend, or at least only one
person, because I didn't want to get spotted. I made it back to the door to my quarters
and slipped inside. Then, being struck with what I thought was a brilliant
scheme, I turned around and went back to the barn, this time sticking my head
through the door.
"Is
everything OK?"
My
fiend turned around and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess so. Every once in a
while they get noisy and restless at night and tonight it lasted longer than
normal. I thought I would come out and see if anything was wrong. Did the noise
wake you too?"
"Yeah,
but I wasn't too worried about it at first. I guess it was just one of those
things."
He agreed.
"Yeah, but you can never be too careful. Pigs are pretty good about protecting themselves,
but when they get an idea in their head, it seems to infect them all. It's just
about time to get them matched up with their respective boars and then maybe
they'll settle down for a while."
I
nearly laughed. "True. A good breeding can bring out the best in an animal,
even us humans."
"Yeah,
that's for sure. Are you ever going to settle down?"
I would
have choked, but I was asked that question a lot. "Oh, some day maybe. I just
haven't met the right girl yet."
"Yeah,
that can be tough. But never give up looking. Girls come in all shapes and
sizes. There has to be one out there for you to settle down with."
I was
thinking of all the animals right here in the barn, much less in the world in
general. "I'm sure your right. I'll just have to keep trying until I find the
right one, or until I die trying."
"Let's hope
it doesn't come to that." We both chuckled as he closed up the barn and we
returned to bed.
And so,
I am sad to say, this ended my pig tail, errr, tale suddenly and abruptly. I
would have chanced going back, but there were a variety of others I was willing
to risk exposure for. So my furry little pig was left all alone again, waiting
for her swine prince to come. I already had, of course, and chances were good
it was still dripping out of her. Once was better than never I guess, though I had it
in my head that someday, when I settled down to a place of my own, one of her
kind might not be a bad idea to have around.
I got
undressed and instinctively hit the shower before returning to bed. I had to
keep the water lukewarm, because I had managed to rub myself raw in the
process of reaming out her hole. This, despite the presence of free flowing lubrication.
My cock was raging pink; not quite red,
but definitely of a color not natural to it when it wasn't erect. Of course, it had gotten that way because it was erect at the time.
Color.
I chuckled
as I rinsed off.
Color
was just another word for pig-ment, now wasn't it?