Carl Isley - Dog show girl

It took about fifteen or twenty minutes for each of the first two guys to go through their scene in there, and then the door opened and the man called my name. Man, I was nervous! It was horny as hell and barely able to keep a rein on my Goddamn rampaging boney, but this was going to be my first public fuck performance and I wasn't all that sure of how I'd do when the bell rang. I mean, I'd never had to worry about how I looked before in the saddle.

So I came in through the door and sure enough — there were the "two pigs" right out in front of me — perched up on a round-top table. One of them was the little dancer we'd seen, squatting there bare-ass and grinning at me real friendly. And the other was of course what you guesses a long time ago — a real, live, barnyard animal type pig, big as life — also bare-ass, but not nearly as pretty as pig number one.

Benton, the frat president, took my arm and led me up to the table to introduce me to the girls.

"This is Sally," he said, laying a familiar hand on the little blonde's golden ass, and then he spun the table halfway around and brought that big old ugly pig up in front of me. He patted the pig on the head. "And this is our special surprise pig, Bertha. You're gonna love her, just like the first two boys did. In fact, I would say that she's even more affectionate than Sally, if that's possible, when you approach her the right way. And you, you lucky bastard you, are going to get to throw a screw into either one of these chubby little sweethearts, depending on which one you pick."

I laughed and said, "Do I get a choice?"

That made everybody laugh.

Benton said, "Let me tell you how the game works, Mister B. Just to make it fair and square and not to burden you with an impossible dilemma, and so as not to hurt the feelings of either one of these sensitive young lovelies, we leave the choice to fate. You will stand precisely where you are now positioned, and we will blindfold your eyes. Then the table will spin — thuswise."

Someone gave the tabletop a nudge and it began revolving slowly, shuddering and creaking as it turned, with its two lardy female critters rolling around with it. I tell you, that had to be one sturdy table to hold those two chubby customers without collapsing.

"Now." Benton said, "You see the table comes gradually to a stop and you are faced with prize pig number one in all her naked splendor. Being blindfolded of course you will not know which of the two you have won. So you will lean in, guided by strong and willing hands, and plant a kiss on the blushing cheek of whichever one it is — pig one or pig two. Then, blindfold removed, she will be yours to enjoy in wild rapturous intercourse through any of her body apertures which strikes your fancy. The choice is up to you. I assure you, both of these pigs are used to taking it in every possible way from long practice."

Sally giggled and started fucking her mouth with her finger, but Bertha didn't seem to be paying attention. I was pretty much in a state of shock myself. I couldn't believe this bit. Screwing a pig! I still figured it was just a gag and nobody was really going to have to go through with that.

But I had no choice but to play along and hope for the best. They were already tying on the blindfold. I could only hope that the damn table would stop turning when Sally was on my side. Just in case they really were serious about the whole thing. I'd lived for twenty years without ever screwing a barnyard animal and I was hoping I could leave it that way.

Then I heard the table start croaking and squawking again and I knew it was spinning around. The guys were laughing and yelling comments and when the table stopped turning finally they all let out a big loud cheer. Someone slapped me on the back and yelled, "Congratulations," but I wasn't doing any cheering myself until I found out what the hell was being congratulated for.

They took my arms and pulled me forward and Benton said, "Bend over now and pucker up, Mister B., prepare to bestow a big fat kiss upon the lucky girl."

I leaned forward and tried to reach out to feel whatever was there, but they wouldn't let me use my hands. No feelsies. Then my lips all of a sudden came down on something warm and soft and smooth and I was ready to laugh right out loud. That had to be human female flesh my lips were tasting. I knew a girl's cheek when I kissed one and this was it!

But then they yanked off my blindfold with everybody in a big laughing uproar and I found out that lips had told me a Goddamn lie. I had just kissed the soft warm ass of a female pig. Yick!

It wasn't till afterwards, when I watched all the other guys going through the same business, that I realized the whole thing was a fix. They made sure each time that the table stopped where they wanted it to, which was with the pig in kissing position.

But for the time bring I was just cursing my lousy bad luck. I realized right off that I was going to have to go through with the whole hairy business to the bitter end. They weren't fooling after all. Sally hopped down off the table and they set Bertha up with her ass-end out toward me in it convenient pig-fucking position.

"Okay," Benton said, "strip right down, first thing. Otherwise you're sure to get your clothes all spattered when the passion-juices start to fly."

So I took my clothes off, feeling like a damn fool, but what could I do? This was obviously the test I had to pass to get into the damn frat.

Benton started working his fingers around the pig's rear end. "Notice the selection of openings available," he said. "Hole A — the more popular entry — known as the cunt. I'm sure you'll find it warm and hospitable to your precious tool. Or you may prefer hole B — known in polite company as the shit-hole. Some prefer it for its more intimate caress."

He was running his fingers in and out of each of the pig's holes all the time he was talking about them. The pig seemed to be used to it because she was only grunting a little bit and not fidgeting around the way I would have expected.

I was standing there bare-ass meanwhile, wondering if I'd be able to make it or not. My prick was as limp as a dishrag. I couldn't get excited somehow over the idea of screwing a pig. But then all of a sudden five hot little fingers slipped around me from behind and grabbed on — prick, balls and all. It was Sally, bless her little heart, giving me a friendly helping hand just when I needed it most.

"Relax, baby," she whispered in my ear. "I got my eye on you. I'll be seeing you later." And she brushed my back with the points of her boobs. Wow! That did the trick all right. A couple of easy hand-strokes up and down the old weenie and she had me as hard as a rock and ready to fuck anything in sight.

"Stand clear!" Benton yelled out. "The rocket is on the launching pad."

A couple of other guys had grabbed onto the pig to hold her tight where she was and they'd also set up a chair for me to stand on, which would bring me just about to the right height so that my erected prick would be on a point-blank level with Bertha's broad ass.

"Up you go, man. Get her while she's hot."

I climbed onto the seat and then stood there holding my prick, not quite sure what I was supposed to do with it.

"Lean in, man," Benton said. "Lay your hands right out flat on her back and brace yourself. You going in the cunt-way are you?"

I muttered uh-huh.

"Well, there it sits — right in your path. Try the opening with your fingers if you want. Let her know you're coming in. She'll give you a hearty welcome — don't worry about that. This pig is a confirmed nymphomaniac."

I ran a finger up and down the line of her crack just to get the feel of it. It wasn't so different from a human cunt at that. And it sure was soft and slick and plenty big enough so that I didn't see any problem about getting into her. So I figured I might as well get fucking and be done with it.