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CHAPTER SIX – Take That You Swine

Of all the readily available animals found around the farm, probably the pig is the one that the outsider would be least likely to call "lovable". In our jokes and imaginings about barnyard bestiality, we usually picture a sheep, a cow, a goat, or perhaps a horse as the animal partner. Surely no man or boy, even one so depraved as to pollute himself by bestial practices, would be attracted to such an ugly, smelly, filth-wallowing, swill-eating beast as a pig.

But farm boys know better. When allowed to live in decent conditions, a pig is one of the cleanest of all animals. When he is made a special pet like Lil Abner's Salomi, he is loyal and warmly affectionate. Rochelle Owens' off-Broadway hit play Futz dealt with a young man who carried on a love affair with his pet pig, and it has now been made into a technicolor movie, probably the first picture ever made for theatrical release on the subject of bestiality.

Persons who have had a close association with pigs tell us that they are among the most intelligent of all domestic animals, possessing the lively curiosity of the cat, and above all that they are veritable bottomless wells of sexual passion, who will with a little practice become ardent sex-partners for human beings.

The man in the following case grew up on a farm but never had any bestial sex-relations at any time except for one minor incident with another boy who induced him to smear molasses on his penis and allow a heifer to lick it off. But there was not even an orgasm on that occasion.

However when he was a student at a Midwestern agricultural college, he went through a bizarre bestiality experience with two "pigs" as part of a fraternity initiation rite. He tells about it in his own words.

CASE 6 – Terry B.

No need to mention the frat by name, or the school. They may still be using the same initiation gimmick for all I know. I've been out of touch with them lately so I don't really know. It was a hell of a trick they pulled on us, and then I helped them to pull off the same gag on new pledges myself. A couple of guys balked at doing it but nobody ever blew the whistle on us.

To get right to the point, I had been accepted into the fraternity and all that was left was the formality of the initiation. I'd heard it was a real doozy – very different from what any other frat put you through. But I wasn't too nervous about it. So you get your ass paddled or some such juvenile shit. No big deal. There were fifteen of us new pledges and I figured I could stand anything the other guys could.

So came the night and we all gathered at the frat house. We went through a lot of bullshit rituals at first – bowing down – reciting sacred pledges – signing our names in blood – and so on. But what was all what I expected more or less.

What came afterwards was the gas! They sat us down and said we had passed all tests so far and now we were going to be entertained.

"We got a young pig here from the Brass Cat," the man said. That was a downtown striptease bar that most of us were too young to be allowed into. "This pretty little pig is going to dance for your enjoyment and education, leaving nothing to the imagination, and then when she's finished you all will have a chance – each and every one of you – to enjoy a little pig-fucking for yourself in the adjacent bedroom. Before you are accepted as a full-fledged member and fraternity brother in this house, you must prove to the watchful eyes of our fornication and buggery committee that you are worthy cocksmen to live up to our high traditions and campus-wide reputation."

Well, at that point we didn't get the significance of the word "pig" in what he was saying. We assumed that he was referring to some fat old whore with warts that would come out and shake her blubbery ass and then lie down and open up her tunnel for everybody to fuck.

But there turned out to be a couple of real big surprises. First of all the dancer came prancing out, and you wouldn't have called this a pig by any stretch of the imagination. She was a gorgeous young chick – looked like a college kid – and boy she really set our mouths watering. To think we were going to see this chubby little honey take it all off and shake her beautiful paraphernalia in our direction, and then afterwards spread it on the sheets for our shafting pleasure was a powerful bit of good news. And some surprise! We'd been expecting a rough ordeal at this initiation and it was turning out to be candy and cake.

She was just a little peanut of a girl – short and squatty – but she was round and bulgy all over, especially in the boob department. And her ass was a sight to see besides – sweet little round, fat cheeks. She was only wearing a little stringy belt on her hips that didn't cover a damn thing down in those parts, and a stringy bra up top with the cups cut out of it. So she might as well have been bare-ass mother-naked in the first place, since all the pretty little pink parts were right out there in the lamplight to be gaped at.

I don't know about the other guys, but she sure got a quick rise out of me. Right away she began doing split bumps and high kicks right in our faces and there was the cutest little fuzzy blonde pussy you ever saw in your life, all gooey wet and warm-looking, flashing dirty invitations at us from a couple of feet away.

I remarked to the kid next to me, "Man, if fucking that is the price I got to pay to join this frat, I'm ready to make the supreme sacrifice."

Man, did she put on a performance! She'd rear back and give us a little pussy-split – a little ass-bounce – a little titty-jiggle – throwing it at us from five directions at once. Then she'd lean over and dance right down along the front row of us, shaking those lardy boobs about an inch from everybody's nose.

"Hot damn, she singed my eyebrows!" one kid said.

Well, she kept on with that until she had us about ready to cream in our pants and then she went whirling off out of the room again and that was the end of it. We all groaned and booed and yelled we wanted more.

The president got up again, holding up his hand for quiet. "Peace, men – peace," he said. "Enough of tit-tossing, teasing and titillation. The time is come for each and every man here to partake of his share in the feast. I'm happy to see that you all found our carefully selected dancing pig so attractive to your eyes. But just to be absolutely sure that everyone is satisfied and enjoys a congenial screw, we have brought in a second pig to take care of the overflow. Even chubbier and cuddlier than the first. So that everybody gets his fair share of the action, some of you will get to fuck pig number one and some of you will try the equally luscious pussy-passage of pig number two. I trust that all of us, including the two very willing pigs, will be more than satisfied here tonight."

At that point some of the smarter guys in the crowd were beginning to smell out the gag. All that talk about a "second pig" gave them the clue, or at least that's what they claimed afterwards. But little old stupid me didn't suspect a damn thing. I really thought I was going to get to sink my hungry dick up into that sweet little blonde dancer – either her or her twin sister. Naturally I imagined that pig number two was going to be a carbon copy of pig number one – in other words no pig at all, but one gorgeous young chick. Ha!

I was number three in the line – two other guys got to go out into the back room and make it before me. They never did come out again to give the rest of us a clue. Once you'd gone in and found out what the joke was, they let you stay in there afterwards to watch the rest of the gang come in and make jackasses of themselves.

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.

The other guys and Sally were all rooting me on now, 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'm 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 straddling her legs a little bit and crouching down, so that made me crouch a little too to stay with her. And each time I'd run in all the way and bump her ass, she'd let out a little burp of a grunt, so 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-sticker 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."

And Sally said, "If they wasn't friends before, they sure are now."

The crowd was all counting off a cadence with every push forward I made into that pig's pussy. "… fifteen – sixteen – seventeen…" It turned out that they did this with everybody, to compare how many pumps it took each of us before he shot off his wad.

It didn't take me long to come. I didn't fight it and try to hold back. I was remembering what Sally had whispered in my ear when she was stroking me up to a boney, that she'd see me later. So I just wanted to pop off as quick as I could inside this old sow's twat and not drain my battery any more than necessary – save my best shots for Sally. Her human cunt may not have given me a grab-job like Bertha's was doing, but pumping up into that giggly little teeny-bopper a guy would have a lot more interesting things to bump against and grab onto. Fucking a pig is a straight cock-sensation – better than a plain common ordinary jack-off, but nowhere near the joys of pressing belly to belly with a chubby chick like Sally.

So with my cock driving hard in and out of that suction pump pussy, I just closed my eyes and forgot all that crowd of cackling jackasses watching me and set my mind to erotic thoughts of the pleasures to come with sweet little Sally. That did the trick in a hurry. I built up a real quick head of steam in my gonads and bang, I had myself a nice pleasant little orgasm.

Then I eased my dripping pecker back out of Bertha's butt and looked around, smiling sheepishly. "Okay?" I said.

The guys gave me a hearty round of applause and Benton belted me on the back and said, "A-plus, man! Welcome to the brotherhood. Come join the crowd."

Sally came up with a wet towel to clean the slop off me. "Get dressed, tiger," she said, planting a quick kiss on my ear and dragging a lush booby across my rib-cage. And as she wiped down my still-rigid cock she whispered, "I hope you saved some of that marshmallow cream for me," and she winked at me and flicked her tongue out of her mouth like snake-fangs – sort of suggesting crazy action to come, her and me wise.

It was quite a hassle getting my pants on after that because my prick just wouldn't lie down and behave. I hobbled over to join the other guys and settled down with them to watch the next victim come in and bang Bertha, but my mind and my eyes were all on Sally. Man, I could hardly wait to get my weenie into that sweet pussy.

The only trouble is, I'm still waiting. It never happened – that night or ever. I began to get suspicious that I'd been diddled when I noticed that Sally was giving all those other guys the exact same jazz she'd given me – whispering in the ear, prick-fondling, booby-nudging. Shit, it was all just part of the show.

Sally, it turned out, was Benton's own very private chick actually, and outside of looksies and feelsies like we'd already had, it was hands off Sally's fair ass for all the other frat brothers.

So Bertha the cuddly pig was the only ass of any kind I got into that night – but no complaint. Being a member of that fraternity I soon had all the pussy I could handle and then some. And no more pigs either, human or otherwise. But at least I did get to fuck one real live pig in my life, thanks to that crazy initiation.

I always say a guy ought to try everything under the sun at least once.