Pig in a Poke
by Beee

	When I was eighteen I was, like many inner city, single-parent
kids, a high school drop out, and in some trouble with the law.  I owe a
debt of gratitute for turning my life around to my parole officer at the
time, Tom. Tom told me of a couple in his home town in Northern Ontario
that were having a really tough time of it.  He urged, wheedled and cajoled
me into taking a job as a hired man 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 gang
warfare, 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 Dutch couple.  Mr. V_
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 Mrs. V_ 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.  Tom 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 Guelph, and both of them were
adamant that he would not stop his summer research job or his studies to
come home.  Mrs. V_ 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 Mrs. V_; 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.  Mrs. V_ 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.  Mr. V_ had hung a tire 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 Mrs. V_ 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.  Mrs. V_ 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 crossbred
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 Mrs. V_ 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 Mrs. V_ 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.  Mrs. V_ 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 to 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 Mrs. V_
guided the tip of his penis into the sows vagina.  "If you don't guide them
in they'll often bugger them" she said matter-of-factly.

	I had a raging hard-on at this point.  I was quite embarrassed and
it was almost impossible to hide, but if Mrs. V_ 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
grapefruits, and Mrs. V_ 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 crisscrossed 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.  Mr. and Mrs. V_ treated me like a son.  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.

	Mrs. V_ and I grew especially close.  She asked me to call her
Maria.  She was a rock of strength and resourcefullness, but you could tell
that the trouble with her husband was weighing hard on her, and she came to
depend on me and confide in me.  I was still having a problem getting
erections while breeding with the boars, maybe moreso now that it had been
quite a while since I had been with a girl.  One day we had turned a young
gilt in with the young boar.  They were quite comical, and extremely
excited.  Maria had just ignored my erections up till then, but this time
she said, gently, "It often excited Dirk and me too, watching them breed.
They are just such obviously passionate animals.  Sometimes we would make
love after."  She was not coming on to me, it was just meant as a kind
reassurance.

	I took to masturbating while I did the evening breedings.  Maria
never came out to the barn then, and the bed creaked in my 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 underwear behind my nuts, rubbed some spit on the
end of my rod and started working it up and down between the bright red
lips.  The gilt was pushing back against me, so I pulled the lips apart
exposing her tunnel and placed the head of my penis against her entrance.
Slowly and gently I eased inside.  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
pumped into her with short strokes.  At her young age the bristles on
her back were not coarse yet and her skin felt smooth and warm.  It wasn't
long and I felt myself cumming a long and satisfying load deep inside 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 Maria had left a note to breed
her with and watched as he sniffed and licked my cum out of her and then
plunged in to depths I could only dream about.

	Once started on enjoying erotic pleasures with pigs, I was hooked.
Even when I was not so bold as to drop my coveralls and plunge in I used to
frequently rub the sows' or gilts' clitorises as the boars were breeding
them, or wrap my hand around the boars penises and feel the powerful
thrusts as they were fucking or the bizarre corkscrewing of their cockheads
as they sought entrance.  My other hand would be busy inside my coveralls.
Their singleminded, intense animal passion was contagious and a tremendous
turn-on.

	The boars were able to thrust with unbelievable power.  Not only
could you see their ham muscles rippling as they slammed their haunches in,
but they also had a muscle structure inside their bodies at the base of
their dicks called the sigmoid flexure.  This is a loop of their incredibly
long penis inside the body that can be straightened at will and forces the
penis out another eight inches or so.  When the boars were cumming, I could
reach behind their immense balls and press on the area just in front of
their assholes and feel the spasming of this muscle.  Their was one boar,
but only one for some reason, whose asshole would rapidly open and close in
time with the workings of this muscle.  One time, intrigued by this, I
stuck a finger inside as he was busy breeding.  The feeling was incredible.
When the muscle opened, it opened wide, so wide that the pink walls of the
tunnel were pushed out.  And when it closed it clamped tight on my finger
and gripped it as another shot of juice spurted through his cock.  (I
had my other hand wrapped around his dick just past the sheath and could
clearly feel the rhythm.  It was like his asshole was pumping the sperm
out).  I knew then that I would have to feel that asshole spasming around
my cock, but I felt a little squeamish, and decided to wait until I had a
condom.

	It was several days before I was suitably prepared and Maria had
left instructions to use this particular boar on a young sow.  Once the
boar had mounted her and was in "hog heaven", so to speak, I got behind him
and started to enter.  Christ, it was like trying to fuck a porcupine.  I
had not counted on the prickly bristles on his back.  Quickly zipping my
coveralls up and then opening the bottom zipper just enough to let my rod
out, I tried again.  The boar made a small grunt as I pushed in, but seemed
not to mind.  Each time he opened I pushed in a little more until I was
buried inside.  I started pumping in and out of his churning muscle but
each time he contracted he would stop me dead, the grip was so strong.
Reaching around him I could feel him pistoning in and out of the sow and
the cum gushing through his dick.  It was not long before I unloaded as
well.

	One evening, my note said to breed a pretty little, black Hampshire
gilt to the big Landrace boar.  Since the boar weighed about four times
what she did, I had to use the breeding crate to protect her.  The crate
had steel pipes along the sides and a wooden top that was solid and strong
enough to support the weight of the boar's front legs so he couldn't hurt
the gilt.  Once a gilt was put in the crate a steel pipe that was hinged on
one side of the crate was swung across and pinned to other side behind her
legs to keep her from backing out.  I put this black gilt in the crate and
before I locked her in I was admiring how lovely her cunt looked.  The
bright red lips looked really sexy on the smooth black skin, like red and
black lingerie.  I decided to deflower this virgin before the boar.  I took
off my coveralls, dropped my pants and slid in the crate over her back.
She was a small gilt, so there was just enough room, but it was a tight
squeeze.  And she was a tight squeeze too.  I was happily pumping her
listening to her little grunts of satisfaction when I felt the restraint
bar swing over and shut locking me in.  Looking through the side bars of
the cra te I could see the print of Maria's kitchen dress.  I was caught!!!

	I was absolutely mortified with embarrassment, and instantly my rod
started to wilt, but crammed in against the gilt as I was by the restraint
bar, I was unable to pull out.  "So, is this how you do the breeding?"
Maria asked.  I was speechless, and on the verge of tears.

	"This is very naughty, you know", she said, "I will have to punish
you."  I couldn't see her face from my position, just the print dress, but
I wondered what she meant.  Reaching through the crate Maria put her hand
under my groin and started stroking my now soft cock which had slipped out
of the gilt. She rubbed the head up and down against the gilt's clit.  My
shame started to fade and I began hardening again.  With the same practiced
motion she used to help the boars enter Maria slid my erection into the
gilt and with a firm grip got me pumping in and out.  When her hand was
slimy with with the gilt's juices Maria reached under my balls and started
rubbing the liquids around my asshole.

	Maria disappeared for a moment and I heard the click of the door on
the boars pen.  I panicked and tried to reach for the restraint bar pin,
but there was no room to get turned in the tiny crate with the gilt under
me.  "Don't worry, " Maria said, "I won't let him hurt you.  But you are
breeding his girl, you know.  It isn't proper."  I could feel the hot
breath of the boar as he sniffed the juices of a pig in heat on my ass.  I
felt his big rubbery nose part my buttocks, and his wet tongue licked my
ballsac and right up my crack as he searched for the source of the pig
perfume.  It was half erotic and half terrifying as I could also feel his
huge tusks grazing against my asscheeks occassionally.  One false flick of
his head and I would never breed anything or anyone again.

	With a grunt and a lunge the boar jumped up onto the crate.  It
shuddered and rocked but it was built to take his weight.  I gripped the
gilt tightly, wrapping both arms around her middle and tried to push ahead,
but she was already up against the front of the crate.  I felt the hairy
end of the boars sheath up against my ass and then the spearing thrusts of
his penis.  It slid up between my cheeks and I could feel precum dripping
on the middle of my back.  It slithered back and it felt like the end was
spinning round and round.  Out it stabbed again and pushed through my
bottom and over my back.  When it retracted the next time Maria grapped the
shaft and redirected it underneath me.  As it shot out again she pressed it
up against my own hard-on and held it at the gilt's entrance.  The boar
grunted at the unexpected tightness of the already plugged hole but with
several more lunges he managed to lodge the tip under my own cock.  For a
moment I could feel the ridges of his cockhead rotating under the
little cleft in my cockhead, and then it sped past deep into the gilt and
began spasming as it started gushing.  To feel the power of his orgasm and
share it in this way was an unbelievable turn-on.

	The boars powerful haunches drove me into the gilt, and inside it
was like someone had unleashed an enema.  Jet after jet of jelly spurted
along his shaft and I could feel each spurt on the underside of mine.  It
wasn't long before I was cumming too.  Maria started scooping up the juices
running out of the gilt and pouring them down the crack of my ass.

	I thought of how far up my back the precum had been dripping
earlier and started begging her: "Please Maria, don't, he'll split me in
two".

	"Do you think you've learn't your lesson?" she asked.

	"Oh, yes! Oh, please Maria, I can't move forward with the gilt
here.  He'll kill me if you put him in!  I'll do anything you say but don't
let him fuck me Maria!"

	Maria put the boar back in his pen, but I DID still owe her.
However, that's another story.