Tears ran down Jennies cheeks as the burning pain subsided. The boar stood still above her gasping and grunting, dribble running from its partly open mouth as he again tried to bite the girl sow beneath him. The boar squealed and Jennie gasped as she felt a warm spray surge into her belly. The Boar was clearly enjoying unloading months of pent up semen and squealed to show his delight.
Jenny could feel each squirt of hot boar’s semen fire into her, it seemed endless. After many minutes the initial jets of semen subsided as did the boars squeals only to be replaced by a warm spreading feeling. It was as if a thinner liquid was replaced by a thicker one, which in fact it was. After what seemed an eternity the bore eased back and dislodged his penis from Jennie’s cervix with another quick stab of pain.
Jennie thought that the boar had finished but he only withdrew to the entrance of her vagina then he re-entered her with several sharp prods. The girl again felt a warm liquid spread inside her this time into her vagina. Several more minutes passed before the boar began to slowly withdraw. Even as he withdrew the warm surges of cum continued to be deposited inside the girl channel. Finally the invading penis was gone. For a moment Jennie felt the dripping shaft twisting against her hip then that was gone as well as the boar slid backward breathing heavily and dismounted. A final sniff and lick of her vagina satisfied the boar and he waddled of beyond the lamp light and flopped to the ground.
For a long while Jennie stayed as the boar had left her stunned and shaken unable to believe what had just happened to her. The tears began to trickle down her cheek, slowly at first then in rivulets as she began to sob quietly. Slowly, without thinking, she crawled to the tent under the watchful eyes of the now contented boar. Sometime much later she fell asleep.
The first rays of sunlight beating into the tent was all that was needed to awaken the distraught girl. She had slept curled into a foetal position on top of her sleeping bag to tired and confused to crawl under the covers. The memories of the previous evening came flooding back and she again began to quietly sob. Gradually she collected her thoughts and immediately became aware of the wet mess under her hip. Sometime during the night the plug of boar semen had dissolved and the copious contribution of the boars pent up reserves had flown free.
Jenny felt between her legs and her hand came away sticky and wet, she was still leaking boar semen. The boar, where was he she swung her gaze to the open tent flap. He wasn’t where he had lain last evening she felt a sudden sense of relief but a grunt soon shattered her elation. Just to the right of the tent flap stood the massive bulk of the swamp boar. He was huge, bigger than Jennie had realised in the dim light of the previous evening.
Jenny cringed back but quickly realised, as she had done last night, that she had no means to escape this massive creature. The boar had evidently seen that she was awake and grunted several times then lowered his snout to the ground driving his nose into the soft dirt and drove forward with a massive thrust of his hips in a display of power that created a six inch furrow about five feet long in the turf before he lifted his head and squealed. The boars face was just inches from the tent flap white froth about his lips was flecked with dirt and dribble dripped from his jaw. The red beady eyes drilled into Jennie’s eyes with an unstated demand.
God not again she thought as she rose to her knees and exited the tent. Once clear of the tent ropes Jennie stopped making no attempt to rise to her feet. the boar came to her and nudged her side playfully, well as playfully as his massive bulk allowed. He lowered his snout under her body and bunted her playfully with the end of his nose before he ran his wet sticky snout along her side, across her back then up to her face.
With his nostrils against Jennies cheek he made puffing sounds, hugh, hugh, hugh spraying her face with warm wet nasal spray before pushing his shoulder against her tiny frame forcing her to turn away. As Jennie turned the boar went to her rear and sniffed briefly then squealed. Jennie new what was coming next as the boars bulk moved over her and the slippery wet caress of the twisting penis began its searcBy being forced to turning Jennie was close enough to pull her rucksack toward her and this offered additional support for her chest and elbows. With her back straight the boars weight was evenly distributed from her hips to her shoulders. Unlike before the boar was more vigorous in searching for her opening. As the beast moved back and forth rapidly in his quest his hind trotters scraped Jennies calf drawing a scream from the girl as the sharp toe drew blood.
In a natural response the girl to move her legs further apart to avoid additional injury. As she did the searching tip plunged into her sloppy cavern. The massive bore continued squealing and grunting in time with each thrust into the tiny frame beneath him. After several minutes of buffeting the twisting shaft was firmly embedded deep inside the cervix of his human mate.
Jennie was gasping for air from the pounding she had taken from the impatient beast. The boars thin twisting shaft had again sent spears of pain up into her belly but it had not been as bad as the first time and it was certainly not unexpected as it had been last evening. With the closer contact between their bodies Jennie felt the rippling surges from deep inside theboar as it began to spray her insides with his hot seed. Now that the beast had stopped his vigorous onslaught the girl felt an almost comforting feeling from the warm bristly underbelly and fur of the beast taking her.
The boar was in no hurry as he unloaded the potential new life into this tiny sow. Her soft fur-less body stimulated him and he wanted nothing more than to stay attached to her for as long as he could.
For her part Jenny was finding some pleasure in the spreading warmth of the boars semen. The diminishing spurts seemed to go on for ever and it wasn’t until the boar detached the end of his shaft from the girls cervix with the resultant stinging pain that Jennie was jolted back to the reality of what was happening to her. The boar still not finished again plugged his copious offering with his third stage ejaculate as he withdrew before reluctantly slipping from the tiny sow.
After a sniff and a gentle nudge the boar moved off puffing and snorting only to flop under a tree at the edge of the clearing. Jenny watched him move off before she pushed from the ground. Standing she inspected herself. She was covered in mud from head to toe and her behind, hips and lower leg were coated in the boars drying fluid. Her ribs and hips were scratched and some bruising was starting to appear in both places. There was a nasty cut, still bleeding, on her calf. Her hair was Matted and grazes on her neck as well as several tears in her painting smock were all part of the boars legacy of rough sex. An inspection of her puffy virginal opening revealed a little bleeding and a few tender spots but no obvious damage. Internally Jennie felt the sticky gelatinous plug of boar semen. She wanted to remove it but decided to do that when she washed for the moment her slightly rounded tummy bore evidence of the fluid inside.
A series of grunts brought her attention back to the boar who scrambled to his feet. Jennie groaned as the black bulk waddled toward her. Lowering herself to the ground in expectation of another service, she presented to the beast. He sniffed and nudged the girl along her body and face as he had done before the two previous matings then a couple of quick sniffs at her rear and he waddled off into the low shrubs at the edge of the swamp and disappeared. Stunned and relieved Jennie raised herself and quickly grabbed some soap and a towel and rushed to the stream.
After applying some essential first aid to the cut on her calf Jennie made some breakfast and coffee. The sun was well up when she had finished, about 10:00 am she guessed. She had remained naked to this point waiting on her painting smock to dry. The boar had not returned and Jennie decided that he had gotten what he wanted and she would now be left in peace. She was no longer afraid of the boar and to her own surprise she felt no animosity toward him either. Still it would probably be best to leave even though some of the more obvious damage to her body would be hard to explain.
Even as she was convincing herself of the various merits of staying or leaving the beast returned. He was covered in a fresh layer of swamp mud and still had a few strands of roots hanging from his mouth. The big boar had not yet finished with the girl he had only been absent feeding. The beast made a direct line for Jennie and even though she had not fallen to her hands and knees he again checked her out. The big boar went directly behind Jennie and shoved her buttocks with his snout. Thinking he wanted to mate her she dropped to her hands and knees grabbing her rucksack and bedroll for support. Again Jennie got a shove from the boar and she scrambled forward but remained on all fours. After the third shove theboar walked off about three yards stopped and turned looking directly at the tiny naked girl. Jennie realised that the boar must want her to follow and she stood and walked to the boars head. He nudged her hip, more gentle this time and she moved off in step with the huge beast. Satisfied the pink sow understood what he wanted the boar picked up the pace.
As jenny jogged to keep up with the boar the wobble in her tummy reminded her she had not yet removed the semen plug. For maybe thirty minutes they traveled at this pace. The constant jaring of the jog caused the boars seed to dribble from the her then the gelatinous plug dislodged releasing copious amounts of trapped boar sperm to coat her inner thighs and legs.
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