Monday, January 6, 2014

Animal Mating - NC-17

She’s big, she’s ugly and she’s very, very rare - but Caroline had won Darcy several competitions.

After just three years of rearing one of the rarest breeds of pig, Darcy was taking his magnificent Middle White sow, Caroline, to Australia's Great Murray Darling Agricultural Show one hot January day.

He’s skinny, he’s handsome and he’s very, very rare too. Equally, Wickham had won Elizabeth several accolades.

Wickham was a champion January-born boar and Elizabeth was taking him to the same show for the overall boars’ competition.

Unfortunately for Darcy and Elizabeth, Caroline with her comical snub nose looked across the fence and fell in love with Wickham the handsome boar. She slipped away, ran past a small pond of water to cool her body and crossed over to the boar judging area to show him her class and elegance.

With a few wiggles and shaking of her buttocks, Caroline tried to get rid of the water on her greased body and got Wickham extremely excited. He was tempted by her luxuriant accessories and joined her to cross back to the sow area. They were eagerly mating while trying to avoid the angry chase of their owners.

The unruly behaviour of the pair earned the sneer and gossips at the show. And for the first time, Caroline and Wickham did not even collect a tiny consolation prize.

Back at the hotel bar, the two unlucky owners were drowning their sorrow.

“It’s all Wickham’s fault!” Darcy gulped down the port in one go. “He trifled with Caroline. It’s the first time she lost her position in the rare pig society. And she may get some disease from him.”

Elizabeth finished her vodka and slammed the glass on the table, “It’s all Caroline’s fault! She forgot her origin! She’s a sow. She shouldn’t cross over to the boars’ area. She used her arts and allurements to tempt Wickham. He should be worrying about getting disease from her.”

They turned and looked angrily at each other. They were so close that their breaths were hot on each other’s face and their chests were almost touching each other. It was a hot January night. They were both wearing thin T-shirts. With a slight draw in breath, Darcy’s torso touched Elizabeth’s nipples. Suddenly they forgot all about their obstinate pets and concentrated on themselves.

Darcy moved and grabbed Elizabeth by the waist. He kissed her loudly on the mouth inside the busy bar. She grabbed him by the buttocks and started squeezing him.

When they finally came up for air, Darcy said breathlessly, “Your room or mine?”

They moved back to Darcy’s room in a rush. Once the door was shut, he braced her hands against the door and bent her body forward. He raised her skirt and pulled her G-string down. Then he tore open his shorts. With one hand squeezing her creamy mounds under the T-shirt, the other teasing her folds, he succeeded in making her wet very quickly.

Elizabeth squirmed and shivered under his ministration. Her moans became louder and louder.

“I want you now!” She screamed and lowered her hand from the door, twisted it to the back and tried to grab his shaft.

He trembled and pushed her hand away, before pushing into her wet hot entrance from behind with a mighty thrust. She was so tight. Her muscles wrapped around his length, burning every pore of his skin. He gathered his breath and started thrusting. In and out, again and again, he was pushing into her faster and faster. His hands continued to stimulate her breasts and her folds. He was thrusting like there was no tomorrow, until she yelled loudly, shivered and reached her climax.

Her inner muscles convulsed and squeezed his length hard. He couldn’t hold back anymore, reached a massive orgasm and spilled into her. They both collapsed onto the floor.

When his strength returned, Darcy picked her up and moved over to the bed. They spent the hot January night making love to each other.

About three months later, Caroline gave birth to 10 piglets. Another six months on, Elizabeth, who became Mrs. Darcy soon after the Murray Darling Show, gave birth to the heir of Pemberley Farm.

The End

Thanks Stacy for the plot bunny!

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