“Yes, I’m here. Liv I was in the swamp painting, you know, like usual. I have a good commission due soon and as I was packing to return yesterday when old Jim came bursting into camp looking for lost pigs. The pigs had been through the clearing near the tent the previous evening and old Jim had asked me if I had seen a big Boar with them he also asked about a person perhaps a women . He wasn’t happy when I said I hadn’t seen a big boar or a person. God what will I do.”
What she did do was stay out of site except for essential visits to town and they were brief. Olivia did her best to counter the roomers and the gossip slowly died down.
It was a now a little over two week since Jennie came from the swamp and she was packing for a return trip, this one would be longer and she would need a canoe to reach the spot she intended to reach. Olivia had convinced her that if she came along it may prevent more roomers from starting up. Reluctantly Jennie agreed.
“what’s this,” Olivia asked as she packed a low padded stool into the trunk
Jennie blushed then cursed herself quietly, “Oh, just a stool you never know when you need a little comfort.”
The canoe trip had been uneventful and the little island was perfect for painting. Being able to stay close to her last camp and yet out of the way of potential curious eyes had taken some careful thought and planning, including where they launched the canoe. Olivia was unaware of what was happening and she was unfamiliar with the swamp, she was just happy to be having a break and help a friend. It was mid evening and the camp had been set up and the girls had prepared a meal.
Now that they were here Jennie had to make a confession to her friend. “Liv, the story that was going about in town.”
“Forget it were out here a long way from waging tongues.” Olivia cut in supportively.
“Liv, there was a big boar and it was me who released the sows, the stories mostly true.”
The long silence that followed was electric. Finally Olivia asked the inevitable question, “but, but why, why would you do such a thing.”
Jennie thought she could handle the situation but when it came to a straight out admission of being raped by a big swamp boar she couldn’t and started to cry.
“What is it girl, what are you trying to say?”
Then it was out, “the boar, the one that Jims always talking about, it raped me not once but three times and I liked it. I had to help him get those sows.” Jennie threw herself onto her sleeping bag and wept.
For a long time Olivia couldn’t find a response to her friends admission. Images of a giant boar screwing her friend was an unimaginable event. Finally as Jennie grew quiet Olivia spoke.
“Honey it’s not true is it? your just trying to scare me,”
“Its true Liv, that’s why I brought the stool to rest on if he comes to me again and I hope he will I want him to mate me.” then a short pause, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have let you come.” Jennie finished with a sob and was again crying quietly.
After another long pause for reflection Olivia spoke again “What’s it like being with a smelly swamp boar? He was smelly wasn’t he.”
That was the ice breaker, both girls began to laugh.
“Yes he was smelly and muddy and slobbered but it was great, really great. Seriously, I am glad your here Liv I did feel scared at times, he can be rough and if he visits again I may need help.
“What makes you think he’ll visit here.”
“Signs, lots of signs and some are big like that one over there, see, besides he headed in this direction when he left me last.” Jennie quickly explained.
“There is one other thing Jen, what if he wants me, what do I do?”
Nothing happened for three days in which time Jennie had told Olivia everything that had happened during her encounters with the boar. It was now Late evening on the third full day on the swamp island, dinner finished and both girls were relaxed and ready for bed when Jennie put her finger to her mouth to signal Olivia to be quiet.
“Did you here that?” Jennie whispered.
“Nooo, oh yes!, twigs snapping, yes, yes, is it the boar?”
“definitely pigs out there but I don’t know if its the big boy or not.”
Five minutes elapsed before the first pig appeared from the swamp water. It was one of old Joe’s sows. She was quickly followed by a small wild sow then two more domestics. Then from the other side of the clearing, apparition like, came the Giant black frame of the Swamp Boar. Olivia gasped.
“Holy mother of God he’s a monster she blurted.” Turning to Jennie “You were screwed by that”
Jennie just nodded and stared at the Giant boar in the fading light. “we’ll soon see if he’s interested” she whispered.
The boar herded the four females into one spot then he approached the two girls.
“Jennie I’m scared I didn’t think he would be this big, how did you survive that.”
The boar sniffed the air as he approached the two girls. “one of us is ovulating he can smell us, he thinks were in season.” Jennie muttered “get down on all fours and remember if its me he mounts throw that rug about my shoulders. Ill do the same if its you, are you ready?” Jennie asked the trembling Olivia.
“No dam it I’m not. Oh god, Oh God, he’s sniffing me Jen he’s going to mate me, Oh god.” The boar nudged and poked and rubbed his snout all over the terrified girl’s body. Then the monster checked Jenny out going to her rear end twice then back again to the new human sow.
“Liv its you,” Jennie managed to get out as the boar lifted his bulk over the now reluctant human sow then slid onto the trembling girls back. Both the girl and the boar squealed loudly. Jennie grabbed the shoulder rug that she had sown to add protection to the shoulders and neck and threw it over Olivia then she swung the already positioned stool quickly under Olivia’s chest.
The boar was immediately humping, searching for Olivia’s fresh new slit with his gyrating penis.
“What’s he doing Jen,”
“he’s trying to find your hole that’s what he’s doing. Shit I didn’t realise that thing was so mobile, its swinging every where. It feels god though doesn’t it. Spread your legs Liv else hell stomp on you like he did me.” Jenny gave a running commentary. Liv your ass and pussy are soaked from the boars stuff he’s squirting on you.”
“It’s not just him that’s wet Jen I’m getting runny as well, Hell why cant he find my slit.”
He was almost there that time, no, he’s drooping now no, no he’s back near your slit again get ready, he’s about to enter. Oh Live he’s in do you feel it, its skinny but hot feel it twist.”
“shut up Jen just shut up.” Olivia snapped between moans. The giant boar humped steadily at the tiny pink body under him. Jennie knew that the boar was searching for Olivia’s cervix. She watched as the boars normally tightly bunched balls rotated and surged as his penis sawed in and out several inches in time with the undulating body of the rutting boar. Jennie observed that the movement of the penis shaft gave the tip the twisting action as it sought the tighter confines of Olivia’s portal. Olivia’s cunt was dripping copiously. Jennie looked back at her friends face just in time to see her eyes roll back and her moth drop open forming a silent scream a scream that didn’t remain silent as the boar drove tightly into Olivia’s cervix.
The noise of Olivia’s screeching and the boars strenuous grunts and huffs echoed through the swamp. The boar bit down on the shoulder rug that Jennie had made The rug was serving it’s purpose saving its wearer, Olivia, from the biggest love bight imaginable
The boar had stopped humping and Jennie knew that he was already or on the verge of ejaculating into Olivia. From the look on Olivia’s face, which was streaked with the tears of pain from the rough entry into her cervix, her insides were already being sprayed with boar seed.
“Are you OK. Sweetie” Jennie inquired softly of her almost comatose Friend.
“Uh hu” she replied but said no more.
Jennie squatted next to the mating pair her own vagina was soaking from what she had just witnessed. It had been like an outer body experience. Last week that was her and she only felt today she saw and she could hardly wait for her turn.
Olivia’s lips twisted in pain as the boar detached from her cervix and slowly withdrew leaving the girls vagina plugged. Jennie lent forward to speak to her satiated friend when she felt the boar sniffing at her rear. She shuddered with excitement grabbed the shoulder rug and pulled the stool away from the surprised Olivia.
The boar was panting hard from his recent exertions. Nevertheless he was able to satisfy Jennie in about twenty minutes and as usual he planted well into her narrow cervix stretching it to accommodate his twisting weapon. When he had finished with Jennie The boar checked out both girls and then moved over to bed down with his own kind.
“Well?” Jennie inquired, “tell me”
“I know now why you came back, will he want us again tonight.”
“probably not but if you want another screwing in the morning we had better drop this load before daybreak” Jennie wobbled her tummy to emphasize her point.
“It feels good Jen, do we have to.”
“He was never interested when I was plugged, must be a pig thing I guess.”
After talking for an hour or more the girls helped each other remove the thick jelly like deposit from their sheaths. Overnight the boars precious load leaked out making them ready for another service. Keen to be with the boar the girls were both out of the tent before the boar had risen. When he herd them approach he was rising to meet them.
Jennie was serviced first followed by Olivia then one of the sows. That was something to see. It was a small pink one of old Joes three escapees. And she didn’t stop squealing until he had finished with her and when he had she scampered away her ears pinned back. The girls looked at each other and left the, did I squeal like that, question unasked.
Jennie noticed wrinkles in the boars normally tight ball sack as he trotted arrogantly off into the swamp for his daily forage. He obviously needed recharging. The two girls were now alone.
“When will he be back,” Olivia enquired
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