Second Summer on a Pig Farm

I was looking forward to a second summer on a pig farm with a boar pig to keep me happy.

My Second Summer on a Pig Farm:
I learned a lot about pigs on my uncle and aunts pig farm the first summer I was there. I spent the rest of the year enjoying my memories of my experience with the young boar. We got to know each other very well. Now I was dreaming of the larger boars with the huge balls swinging when they walked. When summer approached, I asked if I could stay with my aunt and uncle and work on the farm. My parents were all for it as were my aunt and uncle. This was the one opportunity to leave the farm with someone they could trust while they enjoyed a trip to Alaska. It is hard for farmers to get a vacation and I was their savior. Of course they had no idea why I would want to work on the pig farm. It is a nasty smelly job cleaning the big pens every day and feeding and pigs.

I arrived for my second summer and got my instructions and aunt and uncle were off to Alaska. I was anxious to check the boars out and see which one I might want to be bred by. I looked around at the large boars some as big as 400 lbs. As I stood there admiring their big balls, they came to the side of the pen and started checking me out,,,some started foaming and clicking their jaws, a sure sign they were thinking about breeding me. Oh my which one would be lucky I thought,,,,I selected a smaller one and managed to get him into the empty pen nearby. I scratched his back and tummy and soon he was showing me his long corkscrew shaped male organ, running it out and back in and out again. I lowered myself into breeding position and he calmly nudged me some and placed his head on my rump for a few seconds then mounted and poked around spewing lubricant making me ready for him to slip his corkscrew cock into my ready woman’s honey hole,,,,,searching for the depths of the pit. He was humping and twisting his man thing, and was soon filling me with his piggy cum thinking he was making some baby pigs in me. I was thinking, oh I want to have his little pigs (of course I knew it was not possible) but fantasy was taking over as I lay there accepting his piggy baby making sperm. I was having fantasies about how many little pigs I could make as I had several earth shattering orgasms feeling his cock throb and spew. My boar pig lover dismounted walked up and gave me a wet nose on my cheek as if to kiss me, he moved on like he had done his job. I later lost his cum load which was at least a cup full.
I was well please with my pig lover and had many more hot horny experiences with him. He was always happy to see me each day just as I was to see him and let him breed me over and over. I soon learned to orgasm several times by rotating against his long dong.