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It was a beautiful day in the picturesque beachside city of Peachpaw. The sun was rising, shining on the tops of the many trees laden with ripe fruits. Most of the town was asleep – except for one boar.
Sow Joan was awake and already at work at her farm on the southeastern edge of the town. She was a tall boar, standing at 5’9, her body sturdy from years and years of work building up muscles in her legs, abs, and shoulders. The muscle was covered with thick skin and fat, giving her large breasts and hips, thick thighs, and a small paunch of belly that she just couldn’t seem to get rid of, no matter how healthy her lifestyle was. She wasn’t concerned with being pretty, though, wasn’t concerned about her appearance at all, really, but today, she wore a blue linen dress, the light blue kimono-style top pulled tight across her large breasts. She was conducting business, and customers appreciated a neat, clean look.
The farm was a few acres of vegetable crops and fruit trees, lined in neat rows. Nearly every crop that could be found in this part of the world grew on the farm, and it was Joan’s responsibility to tend to them and sell them. Joan didn’t work her farm alone, of course. Daisy Mae, her granddaughter, helped out with planting and gathering the harvest. The 18 year old boar girl was just too young for the big city, in Joan’s opinion. She was a sweet, naive girl – and the grime of the city would take that away from her. Today, Daisy Mae was enjoying a well-deserved sleepy morning. She would handle business at the farm while Joan was gone.
Thanks to Daisy Mae’s hard work, the harvest had been brought into the old but sturdy wooden barn the day before and sorted into the correct orders for customers, so Joan only had to load baskets, already stuffed full of portioned produce orders by her granddaughter’s careful hands, into her truck.
Each basket, a wicker-woven pack basket the perfect size for Joan to carry on her back, was full of apples, pears, brussels sprouts, squash, and of course, the ever-popular turnips. Joan picked them up, one at a time, from the barn’s dirt floor and carried them out to her truck
The truck was an old, rusted, red, but reliable gas hog. It sputtered and wheezed and occasionally smoked, but it had brought her into the city of Springburg for monthly deliveries for over 2 dozen years. She never worried about the noises the truck made – it hadn’t quit on her before, and it wasn’t going to quit on her now.
Once the truck was full, Joan drove off as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Delivery day was always a long day, so she had to get started. She headed along the gravel road out of her farm, along the paved road out of Peachpaw and thought about her day getting out to the city.
Every day in the little town of Peachpaw was idyllic and wonderful – and very much the same. Boring. Day after day. Week after week, the same thing. Joan loved living there, but also looked forward to her visits to the city just for something different to do. Maybe she’d find a fun restaurant for dinner, or a good bar. Maybe she’d meet someone new. Maybe find someone to fuck her, hot and dirty like the farm bitch she knew she was …
Joan blushed and switched on the radio to clear her mind, the sound of top hits and news helping her focus solely on her job. The drive itself to Springburg was long, but it was a straight shot along the highway, parallel to the train tracks, trees whizzing by. And it gave Joan plenty of time to reflect on her upcoming day. She’d already made plans to stay at a hotel in the city that night. She always claimed she was just a tired old woman who couldn’t possibly make that drive twice in one day, but really, she liked the change in environment. Her trips to the city were the closest thing she had to a vacation.
After all, it’s not like she could justify a vacation anywhere else in the world when Peachpaw had the best beaches, hot springs, and foods. The only thing that was lacking was the company. Nearly every resident of Peachpaw was female, and the ones that weren’t, they just weren’t her type. And, well, Joan was a woman with needs at times.
She found herself engrossed in the radio report of the area train line being extended to reach all the way from west from Foxtown, passing by Peachpaw, to the mountainside river town of Troutbeck, when she finally arrived in the city itself, tall buildings lining the roads. Green space in the city was at an unfortunate minimum, a strip of weed-filled grass between roads and the occasional lone tree on the sidewalk.
How could people live like this? Unable to go for a walk in the woods, or simply enjoy a peach fresh from a tree? Did they even know their neighbors? How could you get to know anyone, stuffed inside cramped apartments like sardines? It was unimaginable. If Joan ever had to live in a place like this … why, she would call it a cruel punishment. But, she had to ignore it and do her deliveries anyways.
Joan pulled the car up beside a curb outside her first delivery spot, a fine dining restaurant called The Savory Goat.The draw of the place, a rather silly one if you asked her, was that the staff was entirely goats. She supposed it made sense in some way – beastkin weren’t as popular in human cities like this, but still, entirely goats? They weren’t especially gifted at cooking, as far as she knew. She stepped outside the truck and huffed as she saw the confusing parking sign - “2 hour parking between 10 AM and 5 PM, Exceptions for Weekends, Holidays, and Street Cleaning”? Well, she was only going to be there for five minutes. If the city folk had an issue with her parking there, they could just go without produce!
She hauled her first basket from the back of the truck and placed it on her back before she headed inside the restaurant, the bell on the door ringing as she entered.
“We’re closed,” a goat woman at the front entrance said, not bothering to look up from her phone.
Joan cleared her throat. “Actually, I’m –”
The woman did glance up then, her expression changed, and she smiled widely. “Oh! Joan! Is it time already?”
“It is,” Joan replied with a pleasant smile. “Where do you want this?”
“The kitchen, please,” the woman said. “You know the way, right?”
Joan nodded and deftly wove her way through the maze of cloth-covered tables to the kitchen, where she set down the basket of food and picked up a waiting empty basket, from last month’s deliveries.
“I’ll see you next month!” she called out as she left the restaurant.
Her day was a predictable routine after that. Drive to a restaurant, or cafe, or diner, find a place to park among the confusing signs and curbs painted different colors, haul in a basket, and remove the empty one. She greeted everyone with a smile and a friendly hello, but most of her clients were too busy to talk. City folk seemed to be constantly busy.
The towering buildings in the city had wind blowing strong between them, and the air had a chilly November nip to it. She shivered after delivering a basket, sighing as she got into her truck. It was time for a break – and the next place she was headed to, the Sugar Bee Diner, seemed like a good spot to sit inside for a while and have a nice hot meal. In all her years of delivering here, she’d never actually tried their food. The Sugar Bee Diner was a cute little place, complete with a parking lot. Joan parked beneath a tree, happy to see something green in this steel and glass city.
She stepped into the diner, a homey little place with red and white checkered decor and a neon sign proclaiming EAT HERE. Joan gave a sniff, and immediately her nose was overwhelmed with the smell of cock . Where was that coming from, and why did it smell so … heavenly? She needed to smell it again, smell it so deeply she could almost taste it. Another sniff. She guessed this cock hadn’t been touched in a while , the smell of cum heavy and thick in the air.
“Miss Joan?” the human girl, a blonde, at the front counter asked. “Is this the produce for the month?”
“Oh, yes,” Joan replied, turning her head to the girl. “Kitchen as normal? And I’d appreciate it if I could get a table for lunch as well.”
“Of course,” the girl said, smiling. “I’ll get that booth right there–” she pointed “–set up for you. Just have a seat when you’re done, and I’ll let your waitress know.”
“Thank you,” Joan said with a kind smile before heading to the kitchen to drop off the food. She opened the door to set down the basket, and found herself accidentally walking into the middle of a conversation.
“It is legal, and you’ll wear it, or you’ll lose your job,” a man said.
“I ain’t wearin’ it!” a female voice cried in a thick southern drawl, as a human girl stomped around the corner, head turned to yell over her shoulder. “Y’all take your sexist bullshit and shove it up yer ass! I quit!”
The girl huffed and turned her head forward just before she ran into Joan. She stopped, eyes wide, and the boar was able to get a good look at her.
She was small, standing at about 4’10”, with thick, wavy black hair and striking violet eyes behind glasses, her face dotted with freckles that crept down her chest. Her expression was scowling, but she had a kind demeanor about her nonetheless. Her body was lean, athletic, toned arms and legs just visible from beneath her clothes. Her breasts were large, nearly busting out from her shirt, her hips slender, and her body formed by what must have been years of hard work. She wore a blue polo shirt with the name of the diner embroidered on it and a knee-length black skirt.
“Oh!” she cried on seeing Joan. Her head lowered demurely, and murmured, “I’m sorry. Please excuse me.”
Her accent seemed to have vanished completely as she stepped past the boar and headed out of the kitchen.
As she walked past, Joan was able to get a good whiff of her scent. Coffee, a little bit of grease, a soapy berry sort of smell that must have been her body wash, and – oh. She realized this girl was the source of the smell of cock. Surprising, really – she’d expected a burly man to be producing that much musk. Well, that was interesting, but she had a job to do. She had to deliver this produce and move on to her lunch.
She swapped out the baskets and headed back into the main dining area to find a table already set for her. She took her seat and immediately picked up the full glass of cold water, gulping it down to quench her thirst. The scent of cock lingered, but she couldn’t quench that thirst right away.
The owner of the diner, a gator man she’d met many times before, delivered her food personally. “Ah, Joan, it’s good to see you again.”
“You too, Bodie,” she replied with a smile. “How’s the business going?”
“Wonderful as always,” Bodie replied. “Thanks to you, of course.”
“That’s great to hear,” Joan said, leaning forward. “Can I ask a question? I know it’s not my business, but I’m curious.”
“Of course,” he said, grinning widely, showing all of his teeth.
“I overheard an argument in the kitchen earlier,” she said. “A girl quit? She seemed lovely, I was wondering what caused her to leave.”
“Well, we’ve got new uniforms,” Bodie replied. “Shorter skirts for the ladies. Nothing scandalous, we are a family diner, but dads like the extra skin, you know? But for some reason, Angela freaked out. Claimed I couldn’t make her wear a skirt like that, and then she just up and quit. We’ll be a little slower for a while, but I’m sure it’ll all work out. In the meantime, that’s one less paycheck to cut.”
Joan frowned. That wasn’t really the issue here – a girl lost her livelihood because this guy wanted to see more leg? But still, he was one of her customers, so she had to play nice. “Well, she must have had her reasons. Still a shame, though, she seems like a sweet girl.”
Bodie nodded. “Oh, but don’t worry. We’ll find another waitress in no time, with all the business your amazing produce brings in!”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” Joan replied, though that wasn’t really her concern.
She ate her lunch quickly, a fruit and acorn salad. She paid her check with cash, heading out before Bodie could offer her lunch for free. She never liked accepting gifts while on the job. It always seemed to lead to someone asking for free vegetables later. Besides – she didn’t have much of a good opinion on that dick of a crocodile right now.
The rest of her day passed by in a blur, a monotony of unloading baskets, picking up empty ones. The truck slowly lost all its vegetables, replaced with empty baskets for the next delivery.
Finally, the last basket was delivered as the sun was going down. She could finally get to her hotel room and just relax . Joan drove to the hotel she’d selected for the night – The Rose River Suites. She checked in and received her key, an old fashioned physical key instead of one of those newfangled electronic cards and she headed to her room to drop off her overnight bag.
The hotel room was simple, but nice. A lovely painting of a bouquet of roses on the wall, two twin beds (just in case Daisy Mae had wanted to join her), and a simple bathroom with a simple shower. It was all she needed for a night, and it looked comfortable enough.
She dropped off her bag, and headed out of the room. After the long day, she needed a good drink, and she’d noticed a bar two buildings down.
Joan walked into the Sly Fork Brewpub and took a deep breath of the dimly lit interior. She smelled alcohol, steak, and … something familiar. She took another breath, trying to decipher that scent. There was a familiar smell, but she didn’t put it together till she smelled coffee, berries, and cock .
She glanced around the room and saw a girl sitting at the bar, thick black hair loose around her shoulders. She wore a pink sweater over blue jeans, a very cute and girly style. Joan sniffed again and confirmed her suspicion – yes, this was the waitress from earlier.
Joan walked over and took a seat at the bar beside her. “Hello again.”
“Oh!” the girl exclaimed, jumping slightly in her seat before glancing over at Joan. “... I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“I ran into you earlier,” Joan explained. “At the diner? My name is Joan, by the way.”
The girl gave an awkward smile. “I’m … I’m Angela. And I’m sorry. That wasn’t a very good first impression.”
“Well, if you want to tell me what made you so upset, I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” Joan said with a calm smile. She looked past Angela and nodded towards the bartender, tilting her head to Angela to signal ‘another one’.
The bartender set the drink in front of the girl, and a second in front of Joan, as she explained, “The rules at the diner changed, so all girls need to wear shorter skirts. I … I can’t do that. I’d be fine wearing the men’s uniform, or the old skirts, but the boss said no. Apparently the office workers on their lunch hour like seeing the girls in tiny skirts, and they’re our ‘most important customers’.” She rolled her eyes. “I think it’s just that he wanted to perv on the girls on staff.”
Joan nodded sympathetically. “So, you quit?”
Angela nodded. “I wish I didn’t have to. I liked that job. I’m real good with people, you know. I like making them happy.”
Joan smiled softly as Angela took a gulp of her drink. She really was a cute girl, and she seemed like she had a good heart. “Got any idea what you might do now?”
Angela shook her head. “I wish. I didn't really think that far ahead, you know?”
“You’ll figure it out,” Joan said assuredly. “Smart, pretty girl like you, with your whole life ahead of you? You’ll find something.”
Angela blushed and ducked her head down in embarrassment. “You don’t know I’m smart. And I’m definitely not pretty.”
“True, I’ve only known you for a few minutes,” Joan admitted. “But I’ve been around a while, and I’ve got a nose for people.” She playfully tapped her snout. “You’re well-spoken and you’ve got kind eyes. I’m sure you’re a smart girl. And as for pretty, I just need to look at you to see that.”
Angela shook her head, but laughed. “Sure, I’ll admit to smart, but pretty? No way. But yeah, I guess I’ve got my life ahead of me. I got a bit of savings, I just need to start hitting up the job market again.”
“There you go,” Joan said. “You’ve got this. And it’s good to see you smile. You’ve got a lovely smile.” She had more of her own drink, letting the conversation lull.
Angela smiled just a little wider and murmured, “Thank you.”
They sat and drank in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Joan wished she’d met this girl at a different point in her life. She was cute, and seemed sweet, but she was at her lowest point right now. Maybe Joan could return to the city sometime, run into her again … or maybe Angela could come to her … that one thought and the alcohol spurred Joan on to say something she wouldn’t have thought normally.
“It’s a shame you don’t live in Peachpaw,” Joan said after having a sip of her drink.
“What’s a Peachpaw?” Angela asked, glancing at her.
“Where I’m from,” Joan replied. “Wonderful little town, right on the beach. A cafe downtown just opened up, and, well, they could probably use someone like you.”
Angela shook her head, giving a small laugh. “I doubt it. No offense, but small towns aren’t really the kind of place for me. Conservative, close-knit places, where they ain’t too fond of … outsiders … not really fitting.” Her cheeks pinked, and really, Joan just wanted to hug her close and tell her it would be all right.
“Well, Peachpaw is different,” Joan replied. “People there are open to any type of people.”
“Sounds nice,” Angela muttered, taking another swallow of her drink, not getting the meaning.
Joan took another drink, debating her next move. She wanted to get to know this girl a lot more closely, but didn’t want to scare her off. She chose to lean closer, her hand resting on the girl’s thigh. “I’m pretty open, too.”
“O-oh,” Angela replied, her eyes wide. “How ... open?”
“I like getting to know people,” Joan said, not lifting her hand from Angela’s thigh. “Inside and out.”
“Wow, that’s really, um, cool,” Angela replied, blushing madly. The red on her cheeks hid her freckles for a moment. “Do you get to know, um, a lot of people in Peachpaw?”
“I know some,” Joan admitted, “but most of them aren’t really my type.” She leaned close, lowering her voice, and added, “No pretty girls with a pretty cock out there.”
Angela’s eyes widened, and she quickly downed the rest of her drink. She leaned towards Joan and asked in a soft whisper, “How … how do you know ?”
Joan tapped her snout with her other hand. “I’m pretty good at rooting out all kinds of things.”
“It has a smell ?” Angela asked, wrinkling her nose as she glanced down at her lap.
“It does,” Joan confirmed. “A delectable one, at that. My mouth was watering as soon as I came in here.”
“What?” Angela gasped. “Like you wanted to – to do things ? With me? ”
Joan couldn’t help but chuckle as she nodded. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a pretty little thing.”
Angela blushed madly. “That’s so sweet of you.”
“I’m just being honest,” Joan replied. “And you’re cute when you blush.”
Angela’s face flamed red as she took a long swig of her drink. “Well, um … thank you.”
Oh, it was just too easy to make her blush. Joan decided to push her luck by leaning close and murmuring, “I bet that’s not the only pretty thing about you …”
Angela let out the most adorable little squeak. She crossed her legs, but not before Joan smelled a sharp spike of arousal, a tang of musk that made her sniff harder.
She snorted, and reeled back, her stool scraping on the floor. “Oh my. I apologize. Your scent is just so …”
“My scent?” Angela asked. She glanced down at her lap. “Right. That. You can smell that. So, look, I’m not going to judge you for …”
“Being a sow?” Joan asked with a patient smile.
Angela nodded. “If you need to, um, snort, it’s okay. You’re not judging me for my … difference, so how could I possibly do the same to you?”
“Well, thank you,” Joan said pleasantly. “Most humans I meet in the city aren’t as understanding about animal traits.”
Angela leaned closer and admitted, “I’m half-horse. My Pa.”
“Really?” Joan asked in surprise. “You look …”
She wriggled slightly in her seat. “Well, like I said, there’s a reason I won’t wear a short skirt.”
Joan took another sniff. Oh . She smiled warmly. “Well, that is an understandable reason.”
“It’s not just that,” Angela said. “I’m stronger than I look, and I got pretty good hearing, too.” She wiggled her ears purposely for emphasis, flicking one forward, then the other, just like a horse. “And I can sleep standing up, but that’s not much more than a neat trick.”
Joan chuckled. She ran one cloven hand along Angela’s arm and purred, “I’d like to see your animal side.”
“R-really?” Angela asked, squirming slightly. “Wow. You? You’re so … wow.”
“I’m so what?” Joan asked with a smile.
Angela glanced up at her, meeting her eyes. Her blush ran all the way down her chest, and Joan was curious to see if those freckles went lower as well. “You’re so pretty.”
“Well, thank you,” Joan said with a smile. “You’re also very pretty.”
“But why … why would you want someone like me?” Angela asked. “I mean … you’ve been with other people before, right?”
“I have,” Joan admitted.
“So why me ?” Angela asked.
Joan smiled and replied simply, “I like you. You caught my eye, and my nose, back in the diner, and I’m interested in you now.”
“You hardly know me,” Angela protested.
“I’d like to know you better,” Joan replied. “Unless … you aren’t into women?”
“Oh, I’m into – whatever,” Angela said with a small laugh, her cheeks reddening further.
“Even a boar who wants to go hog wild on you?” Joan murmured.
“I, um – yeah,” Angela replied. “I mean, if you’re into me, I’d be … very okay with that.”
“Good,” Joan said, leaning back in her seat. “Because I would very much like to taste that horse cock you say you have.”
Angela stiffened and whined. Joan glanced down to see a very noticeable bulge in her pants. If she was as endowed as she implied … well, that had to be uncomfortable.
“My hotel’s just down the street,” she murmured. “I’ll cover your drink if you’d like to continue this conversation in private.”
“You mean … wow, yeah, okay, wow,” Angela stammered. “If you’re sure … I mean, yeah.”
Oh, she was going to have so much fun with this girl. She could already picture riding her massive cock, feeling it in her so deeply and wonderfully … Even just tasting it would be wonderful, that thick musk and wonderful cock on her tongue … She didn’t want to wait a moment longer to get this girl in her hotel room.
Joan raised her hand to signal the bartender, and said, “I’d like to cash out, please. I’ll cover her drinks.”
The bartender nodded and placed a receipt on the counter. Joan pulled her wallet from her pocket and carefully placed the right amount of cash for the total and a tip. She never carried credit cards in the city. Too much of a risk of them being stolen.
Once the cash was laid down, Joan paid for the drinks in cash and offered Angela her arm. Angela took it with a shy smile before they walked out together.
“So, you – you really are interested in me?” Angela asked as they walked down the street. The sidewalk was dirty and the streetlights dim, but they could see well enough to make their way down the block.
“Of course I am,” Joan assured her. “And don’t worry, I might just be an old woman, but I’ve got plenty of experience.”
“You don’t look old,” Angela replied with a shy smile. “You’re – you’re really pretty. So I’m surprised you’re interested in a freak like me.”
Joan stopped in her tracks. “Freak?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“Well, that I have a – a –” she stammered, before leaning close and whispering, “ Penis .”
“Honey,” Joan said softly. “That doesn’t make you a freak. It means you’re special, that’s all. It’s just a part of you, no more, no less.”
Angela blushed, and walked a little faster. The rest of the short journey was made in silence – the girl clearly had something on her mind, from the way she kept glancing towards Joan and opening her mouth, but not speaking. Joan was patient, though. She’d speak when she wanted to.
Angela kept quiet as they reached the front of the hotel. Joan led her through the building with an arm around her waist, every so often taking deep breaths just to inhale the scent of that cock again. They headed up the stairs together, Joan’s arms steadying the nervous Angela, before reaching the door to the room. Joan unlocked it and ushered the girl inside.
Once in the room, Angela took a deep breath and let her words spill out of her in a rush. “I’m really nervous cause the last girl I was with freaked out when she saw my … my penis. She called me a freak and left me right before we … got intimate. And that got stuck in my head. And since you know about it, I-I’m scared you’ll freak out and won’t want me, and no one ever is gonna want a freak like me!”
Joan stepped closer to Angela and slid her arms around the small girl, hugging her tightly. “Oh, honey. Don’t let people like that hurt you. I promise, I’m excited to see it and ride it.”
“ Ride it?” Angela asked, blushing so hard Joan could see it, even in the low light. “Oh, um, I’ve never–”
“Only if you want to,” Joan interrupted her. “But don’t worry. I know how to make this fun for you.” Joan drew Angela close to her, arms around the petite girl’s waist as she kissed her lips gently. “Last chance to back out,” she murmured playfully.
“I – no. If you want this, I want this,” Angela said resolutely. She kissed Joan firmly, and groaned as Joan’s hands wandered down the sides of her body.
Joan unzipped the girl’s jeans before kneeling in front of her and pulling down the garment. Angela’s cock wasn’t fully hard, but it was massive, already just over a foot long and six inches thick. The blunt heart-shaped head had a protruding bulge above the cum slit, and the head was rimmed with ridges so defined they looked like nubs surrounding the heart. The effect was almost like an old-fashioned lace heart valentine, really. A cute little heart saying Be Mine , and Joan was already saying yes.
The cock was mottled brown and the same peach color as Angela’s skin, and had prominent veins – a Y shape on top, another on the side, and a long, throbbing vein on the other side. The medial ring was just appearing from within her sheath, a smooth, thick ring around her beautiful cock...
Joan moaned just at the sight. The cock was just as amazing as she expected, beautiful and wonderful and all hers. She pressed her snout up against the girl’s heavy sack. Her balls were equally huge, seven inches and hanging heavy below her shaft, sloshing with cum, the left ball showing another prominent vein. They were colored the same mottled brown and peach, and looked wonderful to the cock-hungry Joan. She took a deep breath, and another, another, huffing and rooting for that delicious smell. Without anything in the way, the scent of musk and virility overwhelmed her, making her grunt and snort as she rubbed her face against Angela’s growing cock, opened her mouth for a taste of those balls.
She cupped Angela’s cock with one hand, feeling the thick shaft glide along her cheek as her tongue reached out to caress her balls. Each one was so big, so full of spunk and desire, and Joan felt herself getting so wet as she continued. She opened her mouth wide, trying to get those wonderful balls between her lips, but they were just too big. So she settled for licking around every single inch, tasting sweat and musk as an appetizer to the cum inside.
She pulled herself back, a phenomenal feat as she really could just stay huffing and rooting in those balls forever. But her instincts were stirred up so wildly she was literally drooling onto her neat and tidy dress, and she forced herself to focus, remembering that she’d promised Angela that she would make this good for her. Besides, horses tended to be quickshots, and though Joan wanted to give Angela a good time, she wanted to enjoy this as well.
She opened her mouth, mindful of her tusks, as she took the blunted, nubbed head of Angela’s cock past her lips, gently running her tongue around the rim. Her cock tasted even more wonderful than her balls, a thick musk that had Joan ready to hike up her ass and get bred like a common farm bitch. Her cock felt warm and heavy against Joan’s tongue, a luscious wall of flesh for her to lick and fondle. She slipped her tongue against the cum slit, pursed her lips and kissed the head, making out with Angela’s cock.
Angela gasped, the sound cut off by her moan. Her knees buckled, and she held onto Joan’s shoulders to stay steady. “Oh, fuck, that’s – oh, fuck …”
Joan leaned forward, her tongue running all around Angela’s cock as she bobbed her head. Her cock was slick from its sheath and still growing out further from her body, telescoping out in a mesmerizing fashion, and Joan eagerly lapped that up, tasting every single inch.
As Angela’s cock grew larger, 15 inches, 6 inches thick, Joan found she couldn’t keep the whole thing in her mouth anymore. She ran her hands along the lower half of her shaft, gently gripping so she could milk out more and more of that delicious scent and flavor. She caressed the sheath, squeezing the cock beneath to enjoy how Angela groaned at the feeling.
Joan’s stomach rumbled slightly, reminding her she hadn’t had dinner. She smiled around the cock in her mouth and kept bobbing her head, certain that she was close to the best meal she’d ever had. She could smell that Angela hadn’t cum in a while, and her potent cum had to taste just as delicious as that cock … Something that smelled so heavenly couldn’t taste bad. She focused on the taste of the wonderful cock in her mouth, trying to give the girl behind it the best experience.
Angela moaned, her hands running over Joan’s head as she tried to pull her closer, tried to use her kneeling form to keep herself from falling. Her legs were shaking as she thrust softly into the warmth of the boar’s mouth, the feeling unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
Joan glanced up at her before forcing herself forward, as far as she could go, the head of Angela’s cock ramming the back of her throat.
Angela came with a wordless shout, torrents of cum shooting down the boar’s throat, filling her stomach better than any meal could, as she gulped down the delicious, musky, thick cum.
Joan pulled back and licked her lips, looking at the girl’s still-hard cock. Now that she was fully hard, she could see her 17 inch cock out of its sheath, swollen to its full girth of eight inches. The cock twitched as Angela caught her breath. Her eyes were dark with lust now, and an animalistic huff escaped her lips.
“So, how was – mmph! ” Joan started to ask, surprised as Angela suddenly grabbed her tusks tightly and shoved her cock forward, slamming it down Joan’s throat. Oh, fuck , she hadn’t been lying when she said she was strong!
“Fuck, yer mouth is fuckin’ heaven! ” Angela cried, her voice shifting to a strong southern accent. She gripped Joan’s tusks like handles as she thrust her hips forward, shoving that fully hard cock down her throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’ paint yer throat white, make ya choke on my cock!”
Joan gazed up at her in surprise and awe. She was in for a wild night with this girl’s horse cock and strength, she noted as her mouth was fucked as such a rough pace, her lips almost bruised as the massive cock forced open her jaw and balls hit her chin with each thrust.
Angela’s hands were tight around Joan’s tusks, holding her head in place. Joan felt herself instinctively jerk back as Angela’s cock choked her, momentarily cut off her air, but Angela was too strong to let her budge an inch. The feeling of panic, of losing her breath, was quickly turned to arousal. Joan was just a tool to be used to help this girl unload her balls down her throat, and it was so good.
Angela humped her face, grunting out, “God!” and “yes!” as she used the hole in front of her, balls slapping against Joan’s chin. Joan gasped for air as her lips dragged along Angela’s cock, as the girl cried out, “Fuck, yes, yer throat’s tight as motherfuckin’ … fuck! ”
Joan’s eyes closed as she let herself be used. God, yes, this is what she’d been craving since smelling that cock. Hell, it’s what she wanted since leaving the farm that morning. She was lucky to find such a wonderful cock, a wonderful girl in the city, giving her everything her body desperately craved. She let her jaw slacken, her hands drift up to grip Angela’s hips for some stability as her mouth was fucked . She could feel powerful muscles beneath the girl’s skin, flexing like steel bands beneath her hands. It was an amazing feeling, muscles rippling beneath skln, Joan knew that this small girl could easily grab her and sling her over her shoulder. It was crazy to think, really.
She imagined this girl tossing her around like a rag doll, flinging her onto the bed and having her way with her … that massive cock inside her, making her cum over and over and over .
She pictured Angela grabbing her, pushing her face-down onto the mattress and grabbing her hips to hike up her ass. How would that amazing cock feel when the blunt head teased her pussy, when Angela mounted her? She could imagine it so easily, imagine the wonderful cock against her lower lips.
Joan’s pussy clenched around nothing as she imagined the broad tip pushing her open, forcing its way inside her. She was already so wet, so needy, she’d cum right away from nearly any stimulation.
If she glanced down at herself, would she see her stomach bulging from the massive cock inside her? Could she feel it pressing against her womb, threatening to breed her with potent cum? Joan rocked her hips against the air as she lost herself in the fantasy, as she imagined the cock in her throat deep inside her and hammering away at her till she was just a drooling, mindless mess.
Joan suddenly gagged and choked, unable to breathe around that magnificent cock, but kept her tongue working along the shaft, lapping up the slick and drool and cum that helped Angela’s cock slide so easily down her throat. She was surprised at the girl’s stamina – a horse fucking at this pace would be done by now, but Angela showed no signs of slowing or stopping. She was rutting like an animal – like a predator , really. And Joan loved every second of it.
Angela was groaning as she fucked the warm, wet hole surrounding her cock. Joan was happy to be that hole, keeping her tongue moving as best as she could, finding a vein along the side of the shaft, by the medial ridge, that the tip of her tongue played with.
She sucked softly, as best as she could with her mouth stuffed with cock. She didn’t even care about her own pleasure – she just wanted this delicious cock to stay in her mouth before Angela painted her throat white as promised.
Joan knew she’d feel some pain later, bruised throat and lips from the rapid pace, but in the moment, she didn’t care . She let herself give over entirely to the fantasy of being a fucktoy, her mouth open, her throat pliable as Angela fucked her. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine again what that amazing cock would feel like inside her pussy, already as wet as could be …
Angela came with a guttural cry, streams of cum shooting directly down Joan’s throat. Her hands let go of her tusks, and Joan backed away instinctively for a gulp of air, the last thick spurt of cum splattering her lips.
“Clothes off,” Angela muttered through gasping breaths. “I need … need more …”
Joan slipped off her dress, tossing it on the floor as Angela pulled off her shirt. Joan stood nude before the girl, her body covered with fine brown fur, except her breasts and pussy, which had soft brown skin. Her large breasts hung heavily, her stomach paunched, her body muscular as only years of hard work could do. Her thighs were thick with muscle and fat alike, and her body was in pretty damn good shape for her age, if she said so herself.
Angela had a slim body, slight breasts, and looked absolutely adorable . Her freckles did spread further down her chest, dusting the tops of her breasts. Her body was toned, but not the muscles Joan would have expected from her strength. Her breasts were large but perky, topped with dusky peaked nipples. Her stomach was flat, smooth skin leading down to her curved hips, between which sat her cock, still hard and ready. Her groin, smooth skin that led to bunched skin folded and pulled back as her cock left its sheath, had a few more freckles, including a large notable one shaped like a heart, just above and to the left of her cock.
Once the two women were naked, Angela grabbed Joan by the arm and pulled her to the nearest bed, using the momentum to toss her onto the mattress.
Joan bounced softly on her back on the mattress, her legs falling apart. Angela moved to mount her face, bringing that delicious cock to her mouth once more. She opened her mouth and took the cock past her lips, gently licking as Angela eased back down her throat.
Angela leaned forward, holding Joan’s tusks for balance, her body aligning with Joan’s as she humped at her throat. She clumsily kissed the boar’s thighs, her pussy, long tongue finally finding its way inside, so, so much longer than Joan expected. She hadn’t expected a horse tongue, hadn’t expected the strong muscle to wriggle deep into her pussy. She licked without rhythm, without a consistent pressure, just going by instinct as she lapped up Joan’s slick. The sheer length and eagerness of her tongue more than made up for her inexperience. She didn’t hesitate to try new movements with her tongue, creating a rhythm of frantic licks and swipes that nearly brought Joan to the edge before she changed up her rhythm again, making Joan moan and tremble.
Her body slid along Joan’s as she thrust into her throat, deeper and deeper each time. Joan groaned around her cock, lifting her body up from the bed, pressing her breasts, her hips against Angela.
Both women moaned as their bodies pressed together, as they enjoyed taking pleasure from each other. Joan gagged around her moan, the breath caught on Angela’s cock, but kept going eagerly.
Angela’s hips moved rapidly as she treated Joan’s body like nothing more than a breeding mount, fucking to find her own release. Her tongue moved like an afterthought, clumsy and inexperienced, but enough to bring the over-stimulated Joan to the edge easily.
Joan redoubled her efforts on Angela’s cock as she felt her body teetering on that edge of pleasure. She felt the cock, blunt and wide against the back of her throat, choking her, heightening her own orgasm by cutting off her air …
Angela’s tongue plunged deep into her pussy, licking as rapidly as her cock thrust, and Joan fell right over that edge, cumming hard, her vision going white as all that mattered was the sheer pleasure and Angela’s cock in her mouth. When she came back to reality, Angela was still licking her, hungrily lapping up her slick, tongue flicking rhythmically against her clit and easily bringing the boar to a second orgasm.
Joan moaned, her body feeling limp, just a hole for Angela’s cock, her mouth being pushed open by her shaft as she humped against her face. The girl didn’t stop licking her, even as Joan’s clit was sensitive and ready to cum easily a third time.
Joan paid attention to the cock down her throat. She couldn’t swallow, could only drool around Angela’s thick shaft. She tried to curl her tongue around it, one way, then the other, trying to keep her senses about her as she lost herself in the delicious scent and taste of Angela’s cock. She’d licked up nearly every trace of the girl’s first two releases, but that didn’t stop her from rooting her tongue around, trying to find more.
Angela fucked her face, driving her deeper into the mattress, forcing her own mouth against Joan’s pussy, bringing the boar to a third orgasm. Joan could feel herself squirting, leaking against Angela’s mouth, but was too lost in her orgasm and the taste of cock to be embarrassed.
Angela’s heavy balls bumped against her snout with each thrust, cutting off more air, as she moved more rapidly. Suddenly, Angela’s pace became erratic and she pushed as fully into Joan’s throat as possible as her cock twitched and spurted a third load of cum. She came in great spurts, each one coating Joan’s throat, making the boar moan with pleasure as she gulped down the cum.
Joan figured she might look pregnant by the morning with how much had been emptied into her stomach, but she absolutely wasn’t hungry anymore. She was completely satisfied, her pussy and her hunger alike, every part of her sated and comfortable as she gulped down Angela’s thick cum. True, she didn’t get that thick cock in her pussy, but tasting it and enjoying Angela’s tongue on her was just as good. She’d cum hard enough that it didn’t matter how it happened.
Meanwhile, Angela whimpered as she came, hips bucking forward to shoot spurt after spurt, and clung onto Joan tightly. She stayed there, on top of the boar, unmoving for a long moment.
Joan wriggled beneath her, the girl’s cock still deep in her throat. Now that the pleasure was gone, she wanted to breathe easier, but Angela needed to move first. She tapped the girl’s shoulder, and Angela shifted, turning onto her side, cock leaving Joan’s throat and shrinking back into its sheath.
“‘m sorry,” Angela mumbled. She kept her arms curled tightly around Joan’s middle, her cock still just inches from the Boar’s face.
“It’s all right,” Joan murmured in reply.
Angela didn’t say anything more, but breathed deeply, evenly, her body still.
Joan chuckled. Poor girl had cum herself into exhaustion. Joan wriggled out from beneath her, trying to move to get to the second bed.
Angela clung to her tightly, not letting her move much. The best she could do was shift into a more comfortable position and drift off to sleep.
In the morning, Joan woke to find the girl still there, sitting on the other bed, fully dressed.
“I’m sorry!” Angela cried as soon as she noticed Joan was awake. “I’m sorry, I got too into it, I didn’t mean to be rough, I didn’t mean to be rude and just fall asleep …”
“It’s all right,” Joan said with a chuckle as she sat up. “I didn’t mind it at all – I actually enjoyed the roughness. That was just what I needed. You sure do know how to treat a woman.”
Angela blushed deeply and admitted, “I … I didn’t know what I was doing. I’ve never been with anyone like that anymore, actually …”
Joan smiled. “You did mention that last night. I’m honored to be your first, though.”
“I – I wanted to ask,” Angela said, biting her lip. “Is it true what you said last night? That your town’s … acceptin’ of things like me?” Her accent was back, and if Joan wasn’t concerned about the girl it’d be adorable.
“Honey,” Joan said with a frown, standing and crossing to sit on the other bed beside Angela. “You’re not a thing . You’re a person . And, yes, of course everyone will accept you. Hell, I’d say most of the town would be very happy to meet you.” She put her hand on the girl’s lap and added, “And this.”
“And were – were you serious about there bein’ a job there?” Angela asked. “That I could just head over there and start my life all over?”
“If you wanted to, yes,” Joan replied. “Are you thinking about it?”
“I don’t – I don’t know,” Angela replied, glancing down at her lap, twisting her hands together.
Joan reached over and grabbed her hand gently. “It’s all right. It’s your life, you don’t need to answer right away.”
“I need to think about it,” Angela said. “But – I mean – it does sound nice …”
“Well, unfortunately, that’s not a choice I can help you with,” Joan said with an apologetic smile. “I need to get going, actually – I’ve got to drive back home before it gets too late so I can make sure to get my chores done at the farm.”
“Oh!” Angela said, standing abruptly. “Right, of course. I’m sorry, I’ll get outta your hair.”
“Oh, no rush,” Joan said, standing and stretching heading to her overnight bag to find a clean dress. “If you ever do go to Peachpaw, look me up, all right? Especially if you want an actual taste of my bacon.”
“I – I might,” Angela replied with a small smile, her hands twisting together anxiously.
She headed to the bedside table and wrote down her phone number on the hotel-provided pad of paper. “My number,” she explained. “Call me anytime if you’re coming to Peachpaw, or if you want to know more about the city, or if you just want to talk.”
Angela grabbed the slip of paper and blushed. “O-okay. Thank you.” She folded the paper and put it in her pocket, and then slipped out the door of the room with a wave goodbye.
Joan smiled, watching her go. She then turned to her bag, packing it up as she prepared to head back to Peachpaw.
Maybe things would start getting more interesting around her little town.