Post by bsirius on Aug 10, 2018 5:24:48 GMT 10
Ok so I decided to leave behind all the stress,leave the city and buy the wife a small little farm in the country.But how to make some cash to sustain the dream?
I decided to buy buy some pigs,start small,I could afford about 3.
The 3 I bought looked great to me but I was new at this so I took them to the local farmers market to get an idea what I should do,well,looking at the farmers pigs in the next lot,and his beautiful fat pink pigs, I realised my mine were small grey skinny and pretty rotten!
I was so disappointed,’Excuse me sir,how do I get my pigs to look as good as yours?’I asked.
The farmer looked at my pigs and just laughed’never will they look like mine boy!’heartbroken pig-breeding dream over,I started to load my pigs back onto my little pick up truck.Well I guess the farmer felt sorry for me and he called me back over.
‘Look’he explained,’your pigs will never be as good as mine no matter what you do,but,if you want those pigs to have a litter like my prize porkers,there is a way..’
Hope sprang upon me and I begged the farmer to explain how!
‘Well you won’t like it but there’s only one way with pigs like yours!take them out deep into the fields where you won’t be seen and on a full moon you must fuck them all 3 times each,then within not too long you’ll have pigs as gorgeous as mine!’
Yuk I thought but anything’s worth a shot the wife was relying on me after all.’But sir’i asked ‘how will I know if my pigs are pregnant?’
‘Oo arr! He replied all pregnant piggies wallow in the mud.surely you know that!’
‘Err of course I knew that!i replied’well thanks for the tip sir!’And with that back to the farm I went checking out the next full moon on my phone,maybe there was hope after all!
A week or so later full moon came around and like it or not these pigs needed fucking!
So I’ve loaded them up and took them to a little sheltered spot where we could do the deed in private..
It took me all night but I fucked these rotten pigs 9 times in all.my old chopper stung and stank like well. rotten old pigs.
The next day at breakfast I couldn’t wait to see if the pigs would wallow in the mud pit!round and around they walked but none of them put so much as a trotter in it!damn damn damn!i thought,I watched them all week and still they didn’t wallow.
Well it wasn’t long before the next full moon rolled around again and so back in the pickup the pigs went and back to our spot.9 times again I fucked the horrible things..
‘Please please please god please get them pigs to wallow!’I thought.But no did they wallow?did they fuck.bastards!
8 full moons came and went and I thought well I’ve given it my best shot maybe it’s times to give up this pig farming lark and although it will break the mrs heart,it’s time to move back to the city.what the hell,I’ll have one more go.it was full moon again.
I was so shattered the next morning I couldn’t even get up for breakfast,so I called down to mrs,’have a look at them pigs babe,are they wallowing in the mud pit?’
‘No’She called back up.’But they are are acting strange..’
I leapt out of bed and ran downstairs to see!
Well they weren’t wallowing,2 had climbed onto the back of the pickup and were looking up at me waving ‘come on’ and one was in the front bibbing the hooter!
I decided to buy buy some pigs,start small,I could afford about 3.
The 3 I bought looked great to me but I was new at this so I took them to the local farmers market to get an idea what I should do,well,looking at the farmers pigs in the next lot,and his beautiful fat pink pigs, I realised my mine were small grey skinny and pretty rotten!
I was so disappointed,’Excuse me sir,how do I get my pigs to look as good as yours?’I asked.
The farmer looked at my pigs and just laughed’never will they look like mine boy!’heartbroken pig-breeding dream over,I started to load my pigs back onto my little pick up truck.Well I guess the farmer felt sorry for me and he called me back over.
‘Look’he explained,’your pigs will never be as good as mine no matter what you do,but,if you want those pigs to have a litter like my prize porkers,there is a way..’
Hope sprang upon me and I begged the farmer to explain how!
‘Well you won’t like it but there’s only one way with pigs like yours!take them out deep into the fields where you won’t be seen and on a full moon you must fuck them all 3 times each,then within not too long you’ll have pigs as gorgeous as mine!’
Yuk I thought but anything’s worth a shot the wife was relying on me after all.’But sir’i asked ‘how will I know if my pigs are pregnant?’
‘Oo arr! He replied all pregnant piggies wallow in the mud.surely you know that!’
‘Err of course I knew that!i replied’well thanks for the tip sir!’And with that back to the farm I went checking out the next full moon on my phone,maybe there was hope after all!
A week or so later full moon came around and like it or not these pigs needed fucking!
So I’ve loaded them up and took them to a little sheltered spot where we could do the deed in private..
It took me all night but I fucked these rotten pigs 9 times in all.my old chopper stung and stank like well. rotten old pigs.
The next day at breakfast I couldn’t wait to see if the pigs would wallow in the mud pit!round and around they walked but none of them put so much as a trotter in it!damn damn damn!i thought,I watched them all week and still they didn’t wallow.
Well it wasn’t long before the next full moon rolled around again and so back in the pickup the pigs went and back to our spot.9 times again I fucked the horrible things..
‘Please please please god please get them pigs to wallow!’I thought.But no did they wallow?did they fuck.bastards!
8 full moons came and went and I thought well I’ve given it my best shot maybe it’s times to give up this pig farming lark and although it will break the mrs heart,it’s time to move back to the city.what the hell,I’ll have one more go.it was full moon again.
I was so shattered the next morning I couldn’t even get up for breakfast,so I called down to mrs,’have a look at them pigs babe,are they wallowing in the mud pit?’
‘No’She called back up.’But they are are acting strange..’
I leapt out of bed and ran downstairs to see!
Well they weren’t wallowing,2 had climbed onto the back of the pickup and were looking up at me waving ‘come on’ and one was in the front bibbing the hooter!