Boar (n) to be Wild by Sveent

Boar (n) to be Wild by Sveent

Discover passion and adventure in 'Boar (n) to be Wild' by alcaira. This erotic sex story blends wild allure with steamy encounters, inviting you to explore your deepest desires. Immerse yourself in a tale that ignites your imagination and fuels your fantasies. Read now!<br/>

Dive into “Boar (n) to be Wild” by Sveent, an electrifying adult erotic tale that will awaken your deepest desires. Follow the seductive encounters and untamed passion as characters explore boundaries and indulge in their wildest fantasies. Get ready for a journey that will leave you breathless and craving more! 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.