Boar (n) to be Wild

Boar (n) to be Wild
By: Sveent
Joanna had first learned about beastiality during a trip to Amsterdam in the early 1970’s while researching the lives of Dutch Masters for a thesis she was preparing. She was in her final year at University and this was her first unaccompanied trip abroad…

Joanna writes:
I had travelled by train and ferry from England and had arranged for two weeks cheap accommodation through a Student Agency. There were students from across Europe staying at the hostel and the atmosphere could best be described as noisy, but reasonably friendly.
Being fiercely independant, I turned down the many offers from young males to accompany me on my research visits to the art galleries. Without wishing to appear immodest, there has never been any doubt in my mind as to how attractive I was to members of both sexes. I am five feet six inches tall with strong shapely legs and broad hips. I was also blessed with thirty eight inch breasts and a small waistline. My classic hourglass shape constantly drew attention to the point where I began to dress in loose skirts and baggy sweaters to try and
disguise my figure. It was on the third day of my visit when I was returning on foot to the hostel that I first learned of the many varied sexual appetites of the world at large. The day had been hot and humid and a thunderstorm was gathering. On a fine day my route would have taken me in a wide arc to avoid the red light district, the threatening storm made me take a detour which was to change my life completely. My fear of storms had not lessened as I grew older. The first flash of lightning was followed three seconds later ( I counted)by a tremendous clap of
thunder. “Three miles away!” I told myself and turned off my normal route into the complex system of narrow alleyways and canals which formed the notorious Red Light area. My pace quickened as I brushed past the many men prowling the alleys ogling the scantily clad women in the windows as they beckoned and smiled at potential customers. Dotted along the sides of the canals and on some of the
wider alleys were cafes and a number of sex shops selling 8mm films (anyone remember those from before the onset of video/dvd?) and pornographic magazines. It was as I turned into one of these slightly wider alleys there was a flash of lightning followed immediately by a deafening roll of thunder. The heavens opened and I was soaked in seconds so I dived into the nearest cafe.
The place was gloomy and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. There was a bar to one side and at the far end I could make out some kind of stage with a white projector screen on it. To either side of the main seating area were a number of curtained alcoves and one or two doors. A sign indicated the Ladies and Gents toilets. One or two scruffy looking men sat expectantly at the tables sipping their beers. Feeling uncomfortable, but fearing the storm I sat at one of the central tables and ordered a coffee from the pretty young waitress.
On hearing my English accent an old man moved over to my table and asked if I was the new girl. Although I knew about the notoriety of the area I was pretty ignorant about sex clubs etc. The waitress came over with my coffee at that point and said something to the man in Dutch. He apologised and moved back to his table. The waitress introduced herself as Karin and asked if I would like to step into the backroom to dry off. I thanked her and followed her through a door. She quickly helped me take off my sweater which had been clinging to my body, outlining the pink brassiere I wore beneath. My skirt too was damp and this too she removed. “I will put these here for to dry” Karin said as she placed my clothes over a couple of chairs. I was standing sheepishly in my brassiere and matching pink sensible knickers which followed the rounded contours of my belly. My garter belt had escaped the worst as had my nylon stockings. Catching sight of myself in the full length mirror, “I wouldn’t look out of place in one of the alley windows.” I mused. Karin returned with a “private eye” style raincoat to wear until my clothes dried. I could hear clapping and cheering coming from the seating area. “The boss has just put on another film” Karin answered my unasked question then steered me back to my seat. For the first time I looked towards the screen and nearly fainted as I watched two women stimulating a boar pig. “Disgusting!” was my initial thought…then “I must leave this place”

My coffee had cooled enough for me to be able to gulp it down before making for the door. “Hey!” called Karin “my coat!” I stopped and turned “I’m sorry Karin I just can’t stay while such a film is showing” Karin pointed to the other customers “They have no inhibitions it is just sex! What is the problem?” She guided me back to the chair. “Just stay calm and watch the film. You must know we are not all the same.” She sat in the chair next to mine and called one of the other waitresses over and said something in Dutch. The waitress returned with a large cognac. “Here take this.” Karin said “It will help to calm your nerves.” I gulped the drink down in one go and although I tried hard not to…my eyes were constantly drifting back to the screen. The scruffy old man had returned to my table and taken the other chair.
“Please take this cognac by way of apology.” he said in soft almost hypnotic tones. I looked quickly at Karin who nodded her head briefly. “Thank you.” I heard myself saying as I took a drink. I was starting to relax, the drink was having an effect on me and the film had now reached the point here one of the women had knelt down in the straw to let the boar mount her. I gasped as I saw its slick wet corkscrew prick emerge from the filthy hairy pouch and start to probe the woman’s pubic area. The stabbing cock must have slipped into her sphincter by mistake as she let out a squeal before jerking forwards and away from the corkscrew tip. By now I was feeling decidedly hazy and was aware the old man had moved closer. He spoke perfect English and gently described what was going to happen to the woman. I felt my slit getting moist, the running commentary from this scruffy old man was stimulating me as much as the film. His arms reached around my waist and loosened the belt holding the flaps of the raincoat together. I felt his hands caressing my smooth belly, but made no attempt to srop him. My sexual senses were being aroused yet my sense of logic and decency were being eroded. The boar on the screen finally entered the woman, it’s thin slimy cock twisting this way and that as it worked it’s way into her hot wet slit. I moaned as his hands reached behind my back under the raincoat and slipped the catch of my brassiere. Karin sat in silence as though nothing was happening. I let his hands roam free over my heavy exposed breasts for a few seconds before summoning the will and the strength to push them away. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked time and again. I tried to deny it, but his hands seemed to be everywhere. Leaning now across my front, he managed to get one hand into my knickers and stroked and probed gently with his fingers as I watched the screen over the top of his thinning hair. The boar had been settled atop the woman for a few minutes and the old man took great delight in telling me she was about to be filled with boar sperm. My legs parted involuntarily and his finger immediately slipped down through the black hair of my mons venus and parted my moist slit. My final resistance had broken and his hands roamed at will across and in my body. “Now tell me your’e enjoying this and you too would like to get f****d by a boar.”Yes damn you yesss!!” I cried as his fingers tormented my slippery channel. I looked over his shoulder as the boar ejaculated into the woman. White streams of semen dripped from her swollen slit as the boar’s pouch pulsated relentlessly against her hairy quim. “Nooooo!” I moaned as the first real orgasm of my life took root deep inside me and carried me forwards on a wave of pleasure. The scruffy old man and the film had combined to achieve something non of my previous boyfriends had done.
Everone in the seating area had turned to look at me, the old man didn’t give two hoots and just carried on. His whispers had now turned to powerful suggestions and the combination of the drug laced cognac and his soft hypnotic words were totally effective and would lead me into the depths of total pleasure and depravity. Other men had moved in closer to look at this new girl (for surely I was now to have that title bestowed on me). I remember him waving them away as he helped me to my feet. He nodded to Karin “You have done well she is now under my control…you are free to go!” Karin looked at me with pity, turned and left. The last thing I remember is being led into one of the side rooms and the old man taking down my knickers and thrusting his stinking prick into me. “My boar is waiting for you do you still want him?” he asked with lecherous delight.
“Oh Yesss !!!Yessss!!! pleeeaase!!!” I heard myself moaning as the old man laboured above me. “All in good time my precious!! all in good time he laughed evilly.” I had fallen under the hypnotic spell of one of Europes most infamous pornographers
I came round perhaps an hour later and found myself sprawled over a large red velvet couch. My legs were spread wide apart and sticky white semen was dripping from my slit and anus. My mouth too had a dried white stain running from the corners over my chin. My only clothing was a garter belt and nylons. My high heeled shoes lay next to the couch. I tried to gather my senses as I looked around the room. In addition to the couch there was a wash basin next to a small dressing table and to one side a small cubicle with a toilet bowl just visible inside. A pair of red velvet curtains were drawn across almost the entire width at one end of the room and another set of the same type of curtains hung across the other end. My anus was sore and my head ached from the combined effect of the drink and drugs. Across the back of the only chair was my pink brassiere and knickers together with the raincoat Karin had loaned me. I started to remember the storm and the scruffy old man …then I remembered the film and immediately went to the toilet and vomited. “How could I have let myself behave like that?” I asked myself over and over again. The recollection of the man’s bony fingers on my body and my response shamed me further. I could
vaguely remember being brought through the curtains and laid over the couch, I also recalled my knickers being removed and the old man
opening his flies and taking out his cock. He had climbed between my thighs and slipped his long thin cock between my labia and pushed into me. There had been no physical resistance on my part, in fact I recall enjoying the moment his cock slipped into my well prepared slit although the smell of his breath as he shagged me was not very pleasant. I dipped my fingers between my legs and I wondered how he had been able to produce such an amount of semen in such a short time. “The bastard has taken me anally too!” I thought as I made my way over to the washbasin and began to clean myself up. Feeling a little better I cupped my hands under the cold water tap and drank the cool fresh
water. I put on my brassiere and knickers and, as I was unable to remember which set of curtains led back to the bar threw open the ones nearest to me. I stood open mouthed as daylight streamed into the booth. The curtains had also triggered a switch which flooded the cubicle in a red glow which softened the skin tone of my body. There were a number of men in the alley outside and all turned to leer at me through the plate glass window! Two or three cameras flashed in quick succession. Drawing the curtains quickl together I stumbled back to the couch and sat down in total shock. For the first time I noticed a screwed up poster.