Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: agtim@iat.holonet.net (Tim GA)
Subject: Here Piggy Piggy (M, sow)
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 05:21:25 GMT

			   Here Piggy Piggy

	I had to admit I was a flop as a lover. But, up to now, it was
something I'd admit to myself. My eyes wandered off to some kids
playing down the block. School had just let out for the afternoon and
those little brats were making a louder squalling racket than the pigs
in my crate. Little girls were playing sidewalk games, like hopscotch
and jumping rope. Not one of them was over six or seven.

	I kept watching them, the way their little behinds never
stopped moving. Most of them had on short skirts, showing of their
long bare legs. I felt my interest growing whenever one bent over to
pick up a potsy or whatever they call it. I wanted to see up under
those skirts. I caught brief glimpses of some little girl butts. I
hardened. Now that, I thought, this was something I could go for in a
big way.

	The more I watched, the more restless I got. I know what they
say about a guy who goes after kids. I know that if he's caught they
throw the book at him. But I was going to be sure I wouldn't get
caught. I singled one out. She was rousing me up the most. She was
about seven, with long blonde hair. It flopped down on her shoulders
and hung in a fringe on her forehead to her eyebrows. What a little
beauty, I thought. She was going to be a real man-killer when she grew
up.

	But if she grew up, that'd be too late for me. She was the
most active of the group. Jumping, skipping, straddling, ridding. She
had a way of touching and playing with herself, not minding who saw
her, and every once in a while she'd get her hand in between her
spread legs and pinch. She had something in there that needed taking
care of. Young as she is, I thought, I would be able to get my cock
into her one way or another. And the way I was feeling by now, all
hard up, I knew I was going to be the one that pops her cherry with
one big thrust.

	I couldn't scare her away when I went near her. I had to get
on her good side first. So I left the truck and went into a nearby
candy store and bought a handful of big lollipops. Then I walked down
the street to where the kids were playing and stood looking at them
for a few minutes. Seeing this little blonde up close was getting to
be more than I could take. The kids got used to me being there, then I
got chummy by saying a few funny, friendly things to them. Then I
said: "Hey! How about some candy? This treat's on me!"

	Ever see a kid who wouldn't take candy? These weren't any
different. I handed out the lollipops, saving a big red one for the
blonde. She took it, acting very friendly.

	"Say! I have a little girl at home just like you!" It was a
lie. My throat was choking for her.

	"You have?"

	"I always take her to the zoo on Sundays."

	"I like to go to the zoo."

	"Want to see my animals?"

	"What animals?"

	"I got a whole truck full of them."

	"You have!"

	"Up the block. Come on. I'll show them to you."

	The other kids wanted to see too. I couldn't keep them from
tagging along as we went to the parked truck. The kids laughed at all
the grunting pigs. The blonde licked her all-day sucker and laughed
too.

	I took her as gently as I could be the shoulders. Her
smallness made my hands tremble. We went toward the cab of my truck.

	"Get in and I'll take you for a ride," I said.

	"Papa said I shouldn't."

	"Look! I know your papa."

	"You do!"

	"He said it's all right. We're friends. We're just going a
little ways so that I can let the animals loose. You'll see more of
them then."

	I had been selling her I was a good guy and she bought it. She
was in a hurry to jump up in the cab. The other kids spotted us and
wanted to come too.

	"One at a time," I told them. "When I bring her back, I'll
take the others."

	Not wanting to wait, they all groaned. I finally got my rig
rolling with just me and the blonde kid. She kept talking about
herself, and wiggling and squirming on the seat, sucking her lollipop.
I looked down at the way her long young legs kept kicking out. I was
gooney for it.

	We got out of town and parked in a field. No one could see us
here. She had big blue eyes. They kept looking at me like she was
wondering. "Is this where you're going to let them loose?"

	"Yeah."

	"I don't see any other animals, mister."

	"You"ll see them right now. Get out."

	She leaped out of the cab, her skirt going up high as she
jumped. I got her close to the truck. "Now I'm going to show you
something you've never seen before."

	"What is it?"

	"I'll show you where little pigs come from."

	She kept staring at me. I caught her and lowered her to the
grassy ground on her back.

	"What're you doing?" she asked.

	"You have to look up."

	As she looked up at me, I fondled her legs. The small size of
them was making my heart thump and my blood boil.

	"First, you've got to show me what you've got up here." I
flipped her short skirt up. Thin white panties were twisted up high in
her crotch. They were yellowed between the legs as if she'd done pee
without taking them off. The sight of this made me hornier.

	I jabbed at her groin with my right hand. My thumb was
sticking up big and stiff. It tore a hole right through her thin
panties and I forced it on into her little opening, working my
knuckles in. It was tight as hell. I had to have it. My left hand got
myself ready. I never had such an erection. It was like a ballbat.
Then I looked into her eyes.

	She wasn't making a sound. Her eyes were innocent-like. They
were round with panic. I pulled my thumb out. I didn't want to hurt
her. I knew if I didn't stop now, I'd never stop. This kid, then more
kids like her. It was an awful mixed-up feeling. I wanted to and I
didn't want to.

	Suddenly I picked her up, put her on her feet, and shoved her
away. "G'wan!" I shouted. "Nobody's going to hurt you! Beat it!"

	She ran away across the field as fast as her legs could carry
her, the blonde hair flying. I knew she was going to tell her old man.
He'd come back looking for me, maybe with the police. I jumped into my
truck and barreled to hell out of there. I drove all the way to the
other side of town till I found another field. I parked near a clump
of trees. By now I had to have it! I had to have something! As I sat
there in a sweat, I listened to the grunting and rummaging of the pigs
in the van.

	Damn it all, I thought, there is something! I went in back and
looked them over. There were all kinds. I picked out a big fat sow,
the ugliest one of the bunch. Ugly ones give me a lift. Some ugly
women are sexy. I got a rope on this oinking sow and hauled her into
the trees. I tied her up and went around behind her. I'd never seen a
woman look this good.

	When I rammed her she kicked up a noisy fuss, then after a few
minutes she settled down. I rutted her. I rutted her till I was weak.

	Then I lay down and rested. For the first time in my life, I
felt good. I'd really done something to something else. I'd made it. I
wasn't a flop like I was with women. After a while I began to look at
the sow again. She was still tied up, gobbling up some garbage
picnickers had left behind on the ground. "Want it again, you swine?"
I said to her. "Old sowbelly, you'll get it good!" I went after it
again. The second time was even better than the first.

	By then, I was pooped out. I had to get this load of hogs back
to market. I was late now. I drove to the unloading platforms and
watched the hogs getting rousted out. I kinda hated to see my old sow
go. I still had a hankering for her. Maybe, I thought, some other
guy'll get you and you'll keep getting the works. I hoped so.