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.
Chapter Seven
Man has always been intrigued with the idea of creating from bestial unions strange and wondrous offspring — half human and half beast… and the effort to do so has been a strong motivation in prompting men to try "marriage" with all sorts of animals in the vain hope of coming up with an exotic hybrid. Needless to say it has never been known to work, according to cool-headed scientific spokesman. Such unions they tell us are invariably sterile.
But for thousands of years men refused to believe it and went on trying to give birth to living, breathing mermaids, satyrs, centaurs, wolf-men and similar monstrosities of nature. Despite the disbelief of modern scientific scoffers, according to mythical and early "historical" records many times they succeeded!
Several ancient Kings and Emperors claimed to be descendants of bears, wolves, and other varieties of beast. In past centuries reputable historians have reported great numbers of "authentic cases" of women giving birth to snakes, rats, dogs, pigs, and even in one case a lion. Saint Jerome swore that he personally had seen children half ape and half human, products of bestial intercourse.
The possibility of a man and ape union proving fruitful seems not impossible on the face of it. Apes certainly are very man-like creatures (or vice versa). Why should there not be a child resulting when a man pumps his seed into an ape? After all, doesn't Darwin tell us that we all descend from a common ancestor?
A recently as the early twentieth century in Europe scientists actually were doing experiments trying to mate a man with an ape fruitfully — using artificial insemination methods rather than actual intercourse. Unfortunately for sensation-lovers however, no ape-man or monkey-woman resulted.
But whether in hope of offspring or not, apes would seem to be ideal partners for the man inclined to dabble in bestial sex, because of their human-like proportions and sexual equipment. And despite the obvious perils of close grappling with large apes, which generally are ill-tempered animals of dangerous strength, they have been highly popular love-partners for both men and women throughout history in many parts of the world. Egyptian women commonly made use of baboons for their pleasure as previously noted, and in fact the baboon seems to have been a favorite sex-partner for sporty ladies all over the Middle East.
Apes of all kinds for their part apparently enjoy "making it" with their human cousins. Without having read Darwin, they seem to recognize the kinship. Mandrills and gorillas are reported to be especially susceptible to human charms.
In the Roman arena the unloosed apes needed no goading to commit rapes on bound human victims — usually young female slaves. Chimpanzees, mandrills and baboons all took part in these assaults. Sometimes the victims were made more alluring to the apes by swabbing their cunt-regions with female monkey piss — a powerful aphrodisiac to the rampaging male monkey.
Not many men or women in the civilized world today have the opportunity to sport lewdly with monkeys. Probably few men feel any strong desire to sleep with a female ape even in their wildest fantasies. But women, who are more likely to be turned on by brute strength and rampant hairiness in a sex-partner, often have dreams of being carried off and raped by King Kong-like creatures. Probably many of them in their waking hours have wondered idly how it might be, actually getting screwed by an ape.