The Pig By Montrose Ema learns how to deal with a pig -------------------- Send comments, ridicule, and story ideas to montrose@cyberbabies.com -------------------- My next door neighbor is a freaking pig. Okay, I'll admit I'm hard to not look at. I'm 19, 6' 1" in my stocking feet, leggy, and 175 pounds of well toned girl. I'm very happy with how my breasts have turned out - 40 DD. I work out to keep my tone, but not that much - I guess my shoulders have gotten broader over the last year. I wear my blond hair long. And okay, I like to cock tease - you know - wear as little as possible, always balanced on top of 4" spikes. But still, he doesn't have to ogle me in front of his submissive wife. Last week he actually whistled at me and commented out load that he wished she looked more like me! Loud enough for me to hear! The poor thing. She's a good looking woman, really - 5' 11", maybe 150 pounds, very nice figure. She can't help it she's pushing 40. I bet if she got some confidence and put on some sexy clothes, she would be hot. Her husband on the other hand is a little weasel. He can't be any bigger than 5' 5" and skinny. He has a very nice face, but he's just such an asshole... From my bedroom window I can see into their backyard. He's laying back, drinking a beer and poking her in the ass with a stick every time she walks by. She dressed in a frumpy house coat BBQing him a steak. Suddenly he jumps up and starts whipping her with the stick, forcing her to her knees. Without so much as a hand shake he mounts her from the rear and humps into her ass for two, maybe three minutes. Then he pulls out and comes on the back of her head. He goes back to his beer without a word. She struggles languidly to her feet, sighs, and brings him his steak. That is enough for me. Doesn't she know she could easily kick his ass? I probably shouldn't get involved but I can't help myself. I go into my closet and pull out my old catholic school uniform. It is kind of tight and way too short. Just what I'm looking for. I add some knee socks and white tennis shoes. I skip the underwear. Looking in the full length, even I want me. I'm a walking fantasy. Searching through my toys I find my strap-on dildo. Five minutes later I walking in his front door. "Who the hell is that!" he yells, running from the back. When he sees me he drops his beer and grabs his heart. "Jesus fuck! Look at you!" His wife grabs a towel and cleans up the beer at his feet. "Go to yer room, Ema. Me and the neighbor girl got somethin' to discuss." He says. Ema looks up with sad eyes, but starts on down the hall. I get in her way. "Ema stays. I think she needs to see this." I tell him. "Oh no, please. Don't make me." she whispers not making eye contact. "Howwwee! Great idea! Ema, take a seat. Me an the girl here are gonna show you how it's done." "That right." I reply. "Have a seat and enjoy the show. I hope you do learn something." She sighs again I guide her to the couch. By the time we're there the pig is behind me, feeling me up. He's rubbing his cock on the back of my leg, just above my knee. I stand in front of Ema with my hands on my hips as her husband feasts himself on my body. He pulls my pleated skirt up and rubs my belly and hips. "Hmmm." he growls. "Firm." "Lesson one, Ema," I say as I pull his hands away and turn to face him, "is that you are bigger and stronger than he is. See how fragile he is?" I pick him up by his throat and watch his face turns shades of red and blue. When I drop him he lands on all fours coughing and gasping for air. "Oh dear." gasps Ema behind me. "The second lesson is to humiliate him before he humiliates you." I bent down and easily removed his clothes. He tried to fight back, but I just slapped him to the ground with easy back hands. He was like a child to me - no contest. My handprints reddened his face, chest, back and ass. When I had him naked, I sat on his chest and pinned his arms to the side. He glanced up my dress and saw my blond bush. He leered up at me. Before he could say anything I took out the strap-on and put it on. It stuck out 12" from my clit and swayed before his eyes. I pushed it down to his lips and said. "How do you want it, pig? Up the ass or down your throat? You know you can't stop me." The pig's face turned ashen white. I rubbed the dildo along his clenched teeth. I snuck a peak up at Ema. It was working. She had a look of utter joy on her face. I could almost see the thrill run through her body. "Shall I make him beg, Ema?" "Oh, yes please." she whispered. The arousal in her voice was obvious. The pig shot her a panicked look and squealed. "Up the ass it is then." I said and flipped him up onto his hands and knees. I rubbed the shaft between his cheeks. "No lubricant pig. Just you and me for the next two hours." "God no!" He shouted. He squirmed and struggled. I grabbed his right arm and chicken winged it behind his back. His face fell the couch next to Ema. He sobbed when he saw that struggling would not save him. "What do you think, Ema?" I asked. "Should I start slow or just ram it home?" "Oh my!" said Ema. Her hand involuntarily slipped to her lap. I wondered when the last time was this pig had made her come. "Please don't do this." he whispered between sobs. "I'm begging you. I have money! I'll do anything!" I flipped him over and landed his face in Ema's lap. She let out a moan, then looked a bit embarrassed. "Just let yourself go, Ema. He can't do anything to you." I told her, then to him I said. "You have two minutes to make your wife come with your tongue or I'm splitting your asshole wide open, pig-man." With his free hand he whipped up her house coat and went to work. She had not replaced her panties since the incident in the back yard. "Oh! OH yes!" She yelled. I can't say he was particularly skilled, but it didn't matter. After a few wondering licks Ema grabbed his head and rode it to the promised land! I suddenly realized that house work can give you powerful arms! She flexed and churned and drove his face into her clit, over and over, screaming with every thrust. All the frustration of their married life was coming out in one violent face fuck. She shredded her house coat pulling it off, revealing a nicely rippled belly and elegant breasts. It was my turn to whistle. Ema changed as she climaxed that day. I had unleashed an animal. When she was done with the pig dropped his head on the floor and she dove on me. I was caught off guard, kneeling behind the pig, holding the strap-on between his cheeks. She bowled me over and straddled my face. In a flash she ripped my blouse away and started fondling and licking my tits. It was her turn to whistle. I caught my breath and rolled her over. I now straddled her face. She was strong, but not in my league. She flipped my school uniform skirt out of the way and went after my asshole with her tongue. My nipples sprang to attention. In that area she was in a league of her own! I saw the pig start to slink away, but I grabbed his ankle and pulled him back. I laid him face up on the floor and pulled Ema up on top of him with me. I straddled his chest. She straddled his face. Our nipples fenced with each other. My larger boobs dominated and surrounded hers. We kissed and fondled each other tenderly. She sent chills down my spine as she nuzzled my massive chest. Then she guided the head of my shaft into her wet and quivering quim. I rode and pumped her to three separate orgasms over the pig's face. Her juice drained down his throat and into his hair. She unstrapped me and bent down to please me with her face. She was gentle and attentive and I gushed during a spine twisting multiple O. My juice mixed with hers as it too ran down the pig's throat. Through all of this, the pig was in shock. I stood over him, pulled up my knee socks, and straightened my come stained plaid skirt. "Wow Ema." I puffed, "I guess I wasn't the only teacher here today. Thanks!" "No." She said and tiptoed to kiss me. "Thank you. Things will be different around here from now on, and you made that possible." "You're welcome." I looked around and noted that I had no blouse to wear home. "That's my fault." said Ema. "I got a little carried away. You can have one of mine, if it will close around your lovely breasts..." she fondled me gently once more. I let her, enjoying how she admired me. "Before you go, may I use your... thing?" She pointed to the discarded cock. The pig, now fetal between my feet, too frightened to enjoy the view, didn't notice. "Be my guest. Mind if I watch?" "I was hoping you would." Replied Ema. She quietly strapped it on before disturbing the pig. When he saw what she had in mind he lashed out. She caught his arm and pinned it behind him then slammed him into a wall. To quiet him she brought a knee up under his balls - not to rack him, just to warn him. "Submit and I'll go easy on you. Do you submit?" She growled at him. "I'll kill you bitch!" he yelled with a crack in his voice. Old habits die hard. "I was hoping you would say that." she said. She rammed the shaft up his ass, lifting him from the floor. She bear hugged and ass fucked him like that for several minutes as he screamed and begged for mercy. "Too late!" she grunted between thrusts, lifting him up and down on the rod. A half hour later she dropped him to the ground. She wiped the shit off the shaft with the pig's discarded shirt as he rolled about clutching his rectum and sobbing uncontrollably. "You used to make me cry a lot." she spat down at him. "Remember? Those days are over! I'm in charge now!" And she stuffed the rod down his open, sobbing mouth. His eyes grew large and he tried to pull away, but he was no match. She had 6" and maybe 30 pounds of muscle on the pig - and now she knew it. As she rhythmically slammed his face our eyes met. She was a woman of experience. I could see that. And she had a powerful lust. I think somehow she was transferring her gratitude to me to a lust for me. "I want you." She whispered as she humped. My groin spasmed. I found my fingers dancing over my G spot. I pulled at my own nipples. "You can have me, Ema. Take me." I whispered back. She ripped the cock from her husbands throat and left him coughing and retching on the floor. She strolled over to the couch, kneeled before me and lifted my pleated skirt. "Be gentle, please." I said in a little girl voice, just as a tease. "Her eyes smiled back at me. "No." she said and she suddenly stuffed me full. I saw sparks and I gasped. "I'm going to show you just how grateful I am, sugar." and she took me for a ride. When I touched earth again it was I who was grateful. Ema stood over me, unstrapped the cock and dropped it between my jugs. It and I were so moist, it stuck to my flesh. "You are welcome here any time, young lady. I can't thank you enough." she said to me. I slid to one knee before her and softly kissed her belly. She dug her nails into my hair. "Oh yes you can. You just did." "Go now." she whispered. "I have to patch my husband up and explain the new rules to him." I left. But every so often I come over to see Ema. The pig makes us dinner, fetches our drinks, and serves our needs to the best of his ability. But the night always ends with the pig only watching as his wife and I wrestle and play with each other, arousing ourselves to heights he can only dream of.