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 Jenny 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. Jenny 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 Jenny 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 Jenny 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 Jenny 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 Jenny and even though she had not fallen to her hands and knees he again checked her out. The big boar went directly behind Jenny 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 Jenny got a shove from the boar and she scrambled forward but remained on all fours. After the third shove the boar walked off about three yards stopped and turned looking directly at the tiny naked girl. Jenny 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 her then the gelatinous plug dislodged releasing copious amounts of trapped boar sperm to coat her inner thighs and legs.
Finally they stopped. Ahead, across one hundred yards of swamp and scrub were barns and a house. Closest of all were several pens and in the pens were pigs.
The boar flopped down with a grunt on a tiny island of grass, barely big enough for the two of them, on the margin of the swamp. They both lay there for about ten minutes. For the first time Jenny was able to get a good look at her beast mate. His head and short neck were half as big as herself, its underbelly was sparsely covered in black hair and the basketball sized testicles moved slowly as the boar breathed shallowly. She edged around slowly to get a better view of her mates equipment. They were stunning by comparison with her brothers balls. No wonder he could deliver so much semen into his mate.
The boar snorted behind her and she turned to see what was wrong. The boars snout was devouring the aroma that Jenny was delivering so close to his face. Quickly she turned but the boar had again got her scent and he staggered to his feet. Jenny also moved to all fours and pulled some of the loose swamp moss under her to support the boars weight. A quick feel of her vaginal lips indicated that she was still dripping and her entrance well lubricated. The boar wasted no time as he lifted his bulk across the tiny girls body and began to probe. The boars actions were less vigorous than this morning but more deliberate. Jenny felt the slippery penis slide across her hips and slap into her inner thigh. The highly mobile shaft at one stage made contact with her belly button as the boar searched too low. She spread her knees a little more to lower her body and keep her legs clear of the boars hind trotters. Several minutes of probing including one dismount ensued before the boar slid home.
Jenny pushed back onto the boar and felt his sheath make contact with her vaginal lips at the same time as the tip twisted at the limits of her sheath. The boar was not moving as he had done previously and Jenny surmised that it was because of the close proximity of the farm. The boar took several more minutes to lodge in her cervix. Everything was slower, quieter this time. The boar still grunted and huffed as he exerted every effort to mate. Jenny for her part totally naked felt protected under his warm if bristly body. She could also feel the boars hart rate increase as he achieved entry to her cervical opening. Then Jenny felt the boars hart rate increase alarmingly and he thrust four or five times, Jenny screamed, she couldn't help it, the twisting penis tip felt as if it had been driven into her womb. It had certainly been driven deeper than the two previous times.
The scream had been heard by the dogs at the farm. There barking brought the farmer and two younger men and a woman out onto the veranda. The boar grew very still he had stopped grunting but his heart rate remained high.
The discomfort that occurred each time the boar had invaded Jennys inner sanctum did not diminish this time and she groaned lowly trying not to make a noise. The boars head was raised, his ears pricked to catch every sound and the nervous dribble splashed onto the girls hair and neck.
“did you catch what that was Clem,” the old man on the veranda called to someone unseen.
“No pa, couldn't tell what direction either could have been a big cat but I haven’t seen one in an age, should I let the dogs off?”
“No, better not if you hears it again we might,” with that the old man returned inside.
With the wind blowing away from the farm the dogs were getting no scent from the boar or the girl and they settled down. Once again everything grew quiet.
The boar had been inside the girl now for about ten minutes without moving. The discomfort of the deeply penetrating penis had grown a little more tolerable but as the boar began to gyrate his hips slowly, almost unnoticeable the tip again began to twist and burrow until it was lodged at the very limits of the girls cervix. Jenny was groaning once again, tears began to run down her cheeks as she endured the pain while holding back the cries that may have offered some physiological relief.
For the next few minutes the only movement was the boars rippling undulations as he worked his hips against Jennys behind. The discomfort diminished and was gone almost at the same time as the beast began to ejaculate. As the inner warmth spread the girl and she grew quiet.
It must have taken a good half an hour before the boar began to disengage. Jenny bit into the clumps of moss to stifle her cries. The thirty seconds of withdrawal from her cervix seemed like an age then the discomfort was gone. Jenny didn't know when the boar had finally finished with her she had fainted.
Jenny came to her senses slowly, she was still clutching the soft moss to her breast. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, she couldn't tell. What she did know was the boar was again laying beside her its huge head resting on its paws peering off toward the farm ears pricked. Jenny straightened herself out and as she did a small tug of pain shot into her lower abdomen. “You've hurt me you big slab of bacon,” she spat at the mountainous boar beside her. The boar swung it's head sharply toward her catching her a blow to the shoulder. The sudden movement seemed like a warning to be quiet and Jenny complied. She had few options, she could run to the farm naked covered in swamp mud and boar semen but that was no option at all if she wanted to continue to live in the local area. Her other option was to stay with the boar until he lost interest in her as a mate. Jenny rolled onto her back and slid a finger into her vagina, she was completely plugged.
The sun was low when Jenny woke with a start. There were voices and the dogs were barking, the boar was no longer at her side. She lay quietly, afraid to move, until she realised that the dogs were heading south. She remained quiet, hardly moving at all for perhaps another hour until thirst and the needed to relieve herself became an overpowering motive to move. Back a short distance there had been a creek that seemed fresh and clear Jenny headed in that direction. She was gone maybe fifteen minutes but when she returned the boar was back and the sound of the dogs were distant, all else was quiet.
With the last of the suns rays behind them the boar moved slowly toward the pens at the side of the barn, Jenny hesitated but followed. They reached the barn unnoticed except by the pigs in the pen. Immediately the boar began pushing at the gate. The noise was growing and Jenny was becoming uneasy.
Then a voice from the house called, “who's there,” it was old Joe. Galvanised into action Jenny flicked the gate latch up and pulled the gate open. The boar gave a squeal and began to move quickly toward the swamp with Jenny and several pigs in close pursuit.
It took thirty minutes to reach Jenny's camp where she, three domestic sows and the boar immediately flopped down to rest. The boar remained alert and nervous constantly listening. A half hour passed and still the boar reacted to every sound. He came to Jenny and sniffed her crotch and seemed satisfied. He then made the round of the sows before making a series of grunts. The young sows stood immediately but Jenny didn't move. The boar came to her and nudged her still Jenny didn't move finally the boar headed to the edge of the clearing with the three sows close behind. He stopped once more and looked back then turned and disappeared into the swampy darkness.
Jenny rose early bathed had breakfast and packed her belongings when the baying of dogs coming fast toward her made her stop in the middle of her last chore, dousing the fire. It was old Joe and his sons, he stopped and the bloodhounds began to mill about.
“what’s up Joe?” she enquire as casually as she could.
“Hallo young Jenny, lost some pigs to that dam boar I keeps telling every one about, you seen any pigs with a huge boar?”
“cant say as I seen any huge boar but there were some pigs here last evening, stopped for a while then moved right on. I was in my tent about to have an early night, bothered me some, them stopping but they didn't come near the tent.”
“You sure there was no big boar with 'em?”
“yes I'm sure,” Jenny assured the old man.
“Didn't see a person with em I suppose, a women perhaps?”
Jenny shook her head and grinned then one of the boys called, “the hounds have got the scent again paw.”
Men and dogs plunged off into the swamp leaving Jenny alone.
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