Chapter 117: 117 Sow
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Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Sow
Paul's long strides only quickened as he raced down the garden path.
Lady Fitch, fraught with fear, gathered her dress and shot after her son. Lord Fitch shot Madeline a reproachful look and rose up from his chair. Leaning on his cane, the white bearded patriarch hurried after his wife paced dignified steps.
Madeline remained there- alone, in the quiet, sipping her tea in silent slurps, silently waiting for the next stage of the drama.
Finally, it came.
Outside, from the eastern wing of the estate, just a few yards out- came the powerful horrifying scream of an appalled mother. It shredded the air, rippled through every ear within a mile radius;
"Paullll!! NOOOOO!!!" the mother wailed uncontrollably.
Unable to resist the temptation, the blonde visitor carefully laid down her cup on the table, and waltzed out through the main entrance- towards the direction of the commotion. She wasn't in the very least disappointed.
Still submerged deep in the illusion, and unable to separate reality from hallucination, Paul's raging hormones drove him towards the worst possible place- the swine farm.
With a solar viciousness, the midday sun bore down upon the grounds of the estate. The shimmering heat rays landed on the pigsty, provoking a thick pungent smell. The grounds of the pig farm itself was had been preloaded with black loamy soil. Despite the low hanging fence, Paul's frame bulldozed through the wire gauze.
Feet plodding, and eyes red, the son wadded through the filth in thorping sounds.
With his leather boots, and with his fine gentlemanly waist coat swaying behind him, Paul threaded the grounds of the heavily moisturized loamy soil. His front breeches bulged disgracefully as he stepped in a huge pile of pig dung.
Veins popping, and nose flaring, the alarmed father roared;
"Paul! Snap out of it!! Get back here this instant!!!"
Still wailing, Lady Fitch turned to her husband and laid hold on his sleeves;
"Howard do something!" she demanded.
"Let go of me woman!" he jerked his hand away violently; "Paul!! Paul!!"
At the width of the pigsty, lining the left flank, were three fat sows nuzzling the soil beneath. Their black snouts were buried deep in the messy ground- digging, completely oblivious of the human that had intruded in their personal space.
In a moment, Paul came up behind the fattest sow in the pen- the one in the middle. His hands crept upwards from sides, and reached for the pig's behind. Lord Fitch's face contorted- from astonishment to overt disgust.
The mother's shoulders slumped in shock. Some five or six female servants stopped laying up the hay- gawking in surprise at their young master. Paul's greedy eyes rolled in their sockets as he reached forward with both hands- running his palms along the back of the animal, gingerly trailing his fingers and gripping its flesh.
Thunder cracked loudly in the ears of Lord Fitch.
With a depraved look in his eyes, Paul shocked everyone present by gripping the pig's behind. His eyes glowed, and his drooling mouth ran amuck with saliva. His fingers curled around the pig's tail and a disgraceful streak of relief clouded his face.
Lady Fitch began to scream.
Holding up her flowing black dress, she attempted to charge after him, but the powerful arm of her husband prevented her.
"Leave me!" she cried; "Let me go! Let me go this instant!!"
While the couple struggled, a collective sigh of exasperation, escaped the mouths of every single servant present. The both of them promptly stopped struggling, and redirected their gaze back at their son.
Paul's free hand had slipped into his trousers, and was slowly stroking himself as he smoothened the would-be-butt of the woman in his fantasies. The sow snorted in irritation and waddled forward in a few lazy steps. But Paul simply saw his 'girl' move up farther in the bed, inviting him to come.
He dropped down pants in one swoop- exposing his long veiny cock, throbbing in the open air.
Lord Fitch's face went deathly pale on the spot. His wife's heart exploded in his chest. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Looks of astonishment crept up boldly on the faces of the servants. They looked on, amused at the half naked young man in the pigsty.
Everybody's present knew what was likely to happen next- but no one thought it would actually happen.
As Paul lurched forward to lower himself onto the animal, an uproar rang throughout the small audience. Madeline smiled as Paul leaped onto the sow. He grabbed the animal fiercely from behind, cradling its neck between his fist and bicep, struggling to keep in place while his free hand wrapped around his cock- guiding it into the animal's vagina.
The deafening screams of Lady Fitch screaming her lungs out, rode on the heels of the sounds of the pig squealing. It animal did not appreciate the sudden weight on its back. It fought violently, swinging from side to side,
Frowning, and face flushed pink, Paul desperately clung to the sow- all the while wondering why this 'girl' was suddenly fighting him off. It didn't make any sense! She wanted him! He knew she wanted him, unless. . .maybe. . .she liked it rough. . .
That thought made Paul to double his resolve.
Tightening his elbow squeeze around the sow's neck, he brought the tip of his dick to its vagina. The pig squealed in protest as soon as it felt his bulging cock. A sick look of relief overshadowed his face. Holding the base of his cock, he shoved the tip in and growled like a bear.
It was all too much for Lady Fitch.
Her eyes rolled back, and knees wobbled beneath her just as she twirled around in a circle and fainted. Lord Russell's eyes barely registered her dramatic fainting spree. He glanced at her in mild irritation. As he lifted up his eyes back in the direction of of his son.
All the other pigs in the pen edged away nervously as the poor sow thumped relentlessly on the ground, trying to shake off the invasion of Paul's dick in her vagina. The young lad held on, clutching the pig's body, angling his butt in preparation for a deeper thrust.
Despite the instability, despite the fierce kicking around and violent shaking, Paul was somehow able to get the angle he was looking for. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, he thrusted his dick further into the tiny hole, splitting its vulva even wider as his dick throbbed wildly.
That was too much for the animal.
Squealing in agony, the sow abandoned all reason and charged right ahead- at the fence. Snout blaring, and feeling Paul's penis tearing up its insides, the sow blindly rammed right into the fence. The servants scampered away in fright at the sight of the stampeding sow.
Refusing to decelerate, it hunched its head downwards upon impact, and blasted through with its bulky frame. But still, Paul did not let go. His naked butt out in the open, and his feet dragging against the ground, he clung to the sow with all his might- fucking and fucking the poor beast, provoking an uncomfortable and an unnatural stream of squeals from its mouth.
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Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Sow
Paul's long strides only quickened as he raced down the garden path.
Lady Fitch, fraught with fear, gathered her dress and shot after her son. Lord Fitch shot Madeline a reproachful look and rose up from his chair. Leaning on his cane, the white bearded patriarch hurried after his wife paced dignified steps.
Madeline remained there- alone, in the quiet, sipping her tea in silent slurps, silently waiting for the next stage of the drama.
Finally, it came.
Outside, from the eastern wing of the estate, just a few yards out- came the powerful horrifying scream of an appalled mother. It shredded the air, rippled through every ear within a mile radius;
"Paullll!! NOOOOO!!!" the mother wailed uncontrollably.
Unable to resist the temptation, the blonde visitor carefully laid down her cup on the table, and waltzed out through the main entrance- towards the direction of the commotion. She wasn't in the very least disappointed.
Still submerged deep in the illusion, and unable to separate reality from hallucination, Paul's raging hormones drove him towards the worst possible place- the swine farm.
With a solar viciousness, the midday sun bore down upon the grounds of the estate. The shimmering heat rays landed on the pigsty, provoking a thick pungent smell. The grounds of the pig farm itself was had been preloaded with black loamy soil. Despite the low hanging fence, Paul's frame bulldozed through the wire gauze.
Feet plodding, and eyes red, the son wadded through the filth in thorping sounds.
With his leather boots, and with his fine gentlemanly waist coat swaying behind him, Paul threaded the grounds of the heavily moisturized loamy soil. His front breeches bulged disgracefully as he stepped in a huge pile of pig dung.
Veins popping, and nose flaring, the alarmed father roared;
"Paul! Snap out of it!! Get back here this instant!!!"
Still wailing, Lady Fitch turned to her husband and laid hold on his sleeves;
"Howard do something!" she demanded.
"Let go of me woman!" he jerked his hand away violently; "Paul!! Paul!!"
At the width of the pigsty, lining the left flank, were three fat sows nuzzling the soil beneath. Their black snouts were buried deep in the messy ground- digging, completely oblivious of the human that had intruded in their personal space.
In a moment, Paul came up behind the fattest sow in the pen- the one in the middle. His hands crept upwards from sides, and reached for the pig's behind. Lord Fitch's face contorted- from astonishment to overt disgust.
The mother's shoulders slumped in shock. Some five or six female servants stopped laying up the hay- gawking in surprise at their young master. Paul's greedy eyes rolled in their sockets as he reached forward with both hands- running his palms along the back of the animal, gingerly trailing his fingers and gripping its flesh.
Thunder cracked loudly in the ears of Lord Fitch.
With a depraved look in his eyes, Paul shocked everyone present by gripping the pig's behind. His eyes glowed, and his drooling mouth ran amuck with saliva. His fingers curled around the pig's tail and a disgraceful streak of relief clouded his face.
Lady Fitch began to scream.
Holding up her flowing black dress, she attempted to charge after him, but the powerful arm of her husband prevented her.
"Leave me!" she cried; "Let me go! Let me go this instant!!"
While the couple struggled, a collective sigh of exasperation, escaped the mouths of every single servant present. The both of them promptly stopped struggling, and redirected their gaze back at their son.
Paul's free hand had slipped into his trousers, and was slowly stroking himself as he smoothened the would-be-butt of the woman in his fantasies. The sow snorted in irritation and waddled forward in a few lazy steps. But Paul simply saw his 'girl' move up farther in the bed, inviting him to come.
He dropped down pants in one swoop- exposing his long veiny cock, throbbing in the open air.
Lord Fitch's face went deathly pale on the spot. His wife's heart exploded in his chest. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Looks of astonishment crept up boldly on the faces of the servants. They looked on, amused at the half naked young man in the pigsty.
Everybody's present knew what was likely to happen next- but no one thought it would actually happen.
As Paul lurched forward to lower himself onto the animal, an uproar rang throughout the small audience. Madeline smiled as Paul leaped onto the sow. He grabbed the animal fiercely from behind, cradling its neck between his fist and bicep, struggling to keep in place while his free hand wrapped around his cock- guiding it into the animal's vagina.
The deafening screams of Lady Fitch screaming her lungs out, rode on the heels of the sounds of the pig squealing. It animal did not appreciate the sudden weight on its back. It fought violently, swinging from side to side,
Frowning, and face flushed pink, Paul desperately clung to the sow- all the while wondering why this 'girl' was suddenly fighting him off. It didn't make any sense! She wanted him! He knew she wanted him, unless. . .maybe. . .she liked it rough. . .
That thought made Paul to double his resolve.
Tightening his elbow squeeze around the sow's neck, he brought the tip of his dick to its vagina. The pig squealed in protest as soon as it felt his bulging cock. A sick look of relief overshadowed his face. Holding the base of his cock, he shoved the tip in and growled like a bear.
It was all too much for Lady Fitch.
Her eyes rolled back, and knees wobbled beneath her just as she twirled around in a circle and fainted. Lord Russell's eyes barely registered her dramatic fainting spree. He glanced at her in mild irritation. As he lifted up his eyes back in the direction of of his son.
All the other pigs in the pen edged away nervously as the poor sow thumped relentlessly on the ground, trying to shake off the invasion of Paul's dick in her vagina. The young lad held on, clutching the pig's body, angling his butt in preparation for a deeper thrust.
Despite the instability, despite the fierce kicking around and violent shaking, Paul was somehow able to get the angle he was looking for. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, he thrusted his dick further into the tiny hole, splitting its vulva even wider as his dick throbbed wildly.
That was too much for the animal.
Squealing in agony, the sow abandoned all reason and charged right ahead- at the fence. Snout blaring, and feeling Paul's penis tearing up its insides, the sow blindly rammed right into the fence. The servants scampered away in fright at the sight of the stampeding sow.
Refusing to decelerate, it hunched its head downwards upon impact, and blasted through with its bulky frame. But still, Paul did not let go. His naked butt out in the open, and his feet dragging against the ground, he clung to the sow with all his might- fucking and fucking the poor beast, provoking an uncomfortable and an unnatural stream of squeals from its mouth.
Chapter 117 Chapter 117 Sow Paul's long strides only quickened as he raced down the garden path. Lady Fitch, fraught with fear, gathered her dress and shot after her son. Lord Fitch shot Madeline a reproachful look and rose up from his chair. Leaning on his cane, the white bearded patriarch hurried after his wife paced dignified steps. Madeline remained there- alone, in the quiet, sipping her tea in silent slurps, silently waiting for the next stage of the drama. Finally, it came. Outside, from the eastern wing of the estate, just a few yards out- came the powerful horrifying scream of an appalled mother. It shredded the air, rippled through every ear within a mile radius; "Paullll!! NOOOOO!!!" the mother wailed uncontrollably. Unable to resist the temptation, the blonde visitor carefully laid down her cup on the table, and waltzed out through the main entrance- towards the direction of the commotion. She wasn't in the very least disappointed. Still submerged deep in the illusion, and unable to separate reality from hallucination, Paul's raging hormones drove him towards the worst possible place- the swine farm. With a solar viciousness, the midday sun bore down upon the grounds of the estate. The shimmering heat rays landed on the pigsty, provoking a thick pungent smell. The grounds of the pig farm itself was had been preloaded with black loamy soil. Despite the low hanging fence, Paul's frame bulldozed through the wire gauze. Feet plodding, and eyes red, the son wadded through the filth in thorping sounds. With his leather boots, and with his fine gentlemanly waist coat swaying behind him, Paul threaded the grounds of the heavily moisturized loamy soil. His front breeches bulged disgracefully as he stepped in a huge pile of pig dung. Veins popping, and nose flaring, the alarmed father roared; "Paul! Snap out of it!! Get back here this instant!!!" Still wailing, Lady Fitch turned to her husband and laid hold on his sleeves; "Howard do something!" she demanded. "Let go of me woman!" he jerked his hand away violently; "Paul!! Paul!!" At the width of the pigsty, lining the left flank, were three fat sows nuzzling the soil beneath. Their black snouts were buried deep in the messy ground- digging, completely oblivious of the human that had intruded in their personal space. In a moment, Paul came up behind the fattest sow in the pen- the one in the middle. His hands crept upwards from sides, and reached for the pig's behind. Lord Fitch's face contorted- from astonishment to overt disgust. The mother's shoulders slumped in shock. Some five or six female servants stopped laying up the hay- gawking in surprise at their young master. Paul's greedy eyes rolled in their sockets as he reached forward with both hands- running his palms along the back of the animal, gingerly trailing his fingers and gripping its flesh. Thunder cracked loudly in the ears of Lord Fitch. With a depraved look in his eyes, Paul shocked everyone present by gripping the pig's behind. His eyes glowed, and his drooling mouth ran amuck with saliva. His fingers curled around the pig's tail and a disgraceful streak of relief clouded his face. Lady Fitch began to scream. Holding up her flowing black dress, she attempted to charge after him, but the powerful arm of her husband prevented her. "Leave me!" she cried; "Let me go! Let me go this instant!!" While the couple struggled, a collective sigh of exasperation, escaped the mouths of every single servant present. The both of them promptly stopped struggling, and redirected their gaze back at their son. Paul's free hand had slipped into his trousers, and was slowly stroking himself as he smoothened the would-be-butt of the woman in his fantasies. The sow snorted in irritation and waddled forward in a few lazy steps. But Paul simply saw his 'girl' move up farther in the bed, inviting him to come. He dropped down pants in one swoop- exposing his long veiny cock, throbbing in the open air. Lord Fitch's face went deathly pale on the spot. His wife's heart exploded in his chest. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Looks of astonishment crept up boldly on the faces of the servants. They looked on, amused at the half naked young man in the pigsty. Everybody's present knew what was likely to happen next- but no one thought it would actually happen. As Paul lurched forward to lower himself onto the animal, an uproar rang throughout the small audience. Madeline smiled as Paul leaped onto the sow. He grabbed the animal fiercely from behind, cradling its neck between his fist and bicep, struggling to keep in place while his free hand wrapped around his cock- guiding it into the animal's vagina. The deafening screams of Lady Fitch screaming her lungs out, rode on the heels of the sounds of the pig squealing. It animal did not appreciate the sudden weight on its back. It fought violently, swinging from side to side, Frowning, and face flushed pink, Paul desperately clung to the sow- all the while wondering why this 'girl' was suddenly fighting him off. It didn't make any sense! She wanted him! He knew she wanted him, unless. . .maybe. . .she liked it rough. . . That thought made Paul to double his resolve. Tightening his elbow squeeze around the sow's neck, he brought the tip of his dick to its vagina. The pig squealed in protest as soon as it felt his bulging cock. A sick look of relief overshadowed his face. Holding the base of his cock, he shoved the tip in and growled like a bear. It was all too much for Lady Fitch. Her eyes rolled back, and knees wobbled beneath her just as she twirled around in a circle and fainted. Lord Russell's eyes barely registered her dramatic fainting spree. He glanced at her in mild irritation. As he lifted up his eyes back in the direction of of his son. All the other pigs in the pen edged away nervously as the poor sow thumped relentlessly on the ground, trying to shake off the invasion of Paul's dick in her vagina. The young lad held on, clutching the pig's body, angling his butt in preparation for a deeper thrust. Despite the instability, despite the fierce kicking around and violent shaking, Paul was somehow able to get the angle he was looking for. With a deep grunt of satisfaction, he thrusted his dick further into the tiny hole, splitting its vulva even wider as his dick throbbed wildly. That was too much for the animal. Squealing in agony, the sow abandoned all reason and charged right ahead- at the fence. Snout blaring, and feeling Paul's penis tearing up its insides, the sow blindly rammed right into the fence. The servants scampered away in fright at the sight of the stampeding sow. Refusing to decelerate, it hunched its head downwards upon impact, and blasted through with its bulky frame. But still, Paul did not let go. His naked butt out in the open, and his feet dragging against the ground, he clung to the sow with all his might- fucking and fucking the poor beast, provoking an uncomfortable and an unnatural stream of squeals from its mouth.
