Ron Bywood - Beast humping

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 creaking and squawking again and I knew it was spinning around. The guys were laughing and yelling common and when the table stopped turning eventually 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 found out what the hell I 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 so and smooth and I was ready to laugh right out loud. That had to be human female flesh my lips tasted. 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 that my lips had told me a Goddamn lie. I had just kissed the ass, warm ass of a female pig. Yuck!

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, which was with the pig in kissing position.

But for the time being 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 a 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 flow."

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 shithole. Some prefer it for its more intimate caress."

He was running his finger in and out of each of the pig holes all he 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.

The other guys and Sally were all rooting me chanting, "Go-go-go," and so that's what I did. I moved forward on the chair laid my prick right up head – first against that slimy slot, and pushed forward, hoping for the best. Bertha let out a grunt and flinched a little bit.

"Hold that tiger," I said and laid my hands down on her back the way they'd told me to do.

"Lean right in over her, man," Benton said. "Lay all your weight on her the same way a male pig would do. Let her know she's covered."

I got as good a hand – hold as I could and braced myself to try shoving forward again, but all of a sudden Bertha did the job for me. She grunted and then backed up towards me and ZIP – my prick slipped right up inside and I eased forward and let it slide up the chute as far as it would go until my balls bumped and I knew I was all the way in her for sure.

With my hands I could feel Bertha's back quivering, waiting for the action to get under way. But I was just standing there, looking around with an idiotic grin on my face. I guess I thought that's all there was to it. Look, ma – I screwed into a pig! Gimme my prize.

But the crowd was egging me on to action. "Go-go-go!"

Benton waved his hand at me. "Get humping man. Don't keep Bertha waiting. You're never gonna pop your nuts that way. Fuck, man – fuck!"

So I pulled back and drew my prick halfway out of her and then shoved it back in, and went on riding in and out that way, awkwardly at first, but I soon got into a good screwing groove.

Bertha's snatch sure surprised me. It was slick and greasy and easy as hell to pump, but at the same time it was a good tight squeeze around my prick – pretty fair fucking, all in all. I could see where a farm boy could get awful fond of this kind of action, especially if he didn't have anything else female around to do the job for him. If you can imagine the greatest cunt you ever laid it into – some real experienced old broad maybe, who had control over her pussy-innards and could grab onto you sort of and milk you down with internal suction somehow, a pig's twat will do that for you, I found out. I'd heard guys talk about it back on the farm – pigs and heifers both – but you have to experience it yourself to appreciate it.

The pig surprised hell out of me, the way she just stood there so quiet and calm once I started really putting it to her. All she did was brace herself by spreading her legs a little bit and crouching down, so that made me crouch a little to stay with her. And each time I'd run in all the way and bump her ass. She would let out a little burp of a grunt I must have been hitting home up inside there.

All in all it was turning out to be a very pleasant, relaxing intercourse experience for me, considering the circumstances. I was surprising myself. I'd been afraid I'd screw up the deal and here I was fucking up a storm like an old pig-stoker from way back.

Benton said, "I get the feeling this boy's been practicing. He ain't no barnyard virgin."

Somebody else yelled out, "Him and Bertha must be old friends from back home."