Eating me out, one after another

I get my cunt eaten thoroughly, then the sow between my legs gives her place to another, who instantly starts sucking on my sensitive clit. The third pussy-licker also shoves one finger into my asshole while she eats me, and it honestly feels pretty amazing.

Another pig, which I recognize as Cecilia, comes for my head, kissing me sloppily. Her head is above mine, so our mixed saliva slips all over my cheeks and chin. Her cute rotund face also acts as a shield preventing me from seeing what is happening to the rest of my body; I can only rely on smell, hearing and touch to know what's happening below my neck.

That's when the clamping starts. Something small grabs onto my tit, and I groan into Cecilia's mouth. It takes me a moment to analyze the pain and identify what it is. It feels like... a clothespin? Just as I come onto that realization, another clasps onto my breast.

I try to break away from the kiss to get a better look, but Cecilia knows what she is doing, and she keeps my head firmly held.

A third clothespin comes into play, and then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth, and by the seventh I stop counting.

And when the third cunt-licking pig is done, she switches with a fourth one, who used her teeth to brush against my clit.

Cecilia's kiss finally ends, and our eyes meet for a second. She has a warm smile, and blush a little. "You're really fun to kiss," she whispers, as if she wanted this feeling to be our little secret. Overwhelmed by, well, everything, I'm swept up in the moment and I blow her a kiss. I did really like making out with her too.

Once she releases my head, I look down and notice the numerous wooden pins clamped onto my large tits. Between my legs, a fat ginger sow finishes licking, spits on my cunt, and then gets up. The next one in line is my old high school teacher, Mrs Ford. There's a short moment when she looks up at me and blushes heavily. Then, she dutifully gets on her knees, and begin lapping up at my wet cunt.

Waves of the initial orgasm are still coursing through me, amplified by the subsequent pussy-lickings. It feels intense, moreso than any experience I could've had in my life before coming to the Farm.

Mrs Ford finishes, and leave her spot for another pig to come lick my cunt. More clothespin are pinned to my chest, and one girl brings in a small buttplug with a corkscrew pigtail attached to it.

I barely feel the plug as it slips into me, what with everything else already overwhelming my nervous system.

The sows switch places again and again, but I'm too out of it to know for sure which one is between my legs at that point. Hell, maybe every single pig in the barn passes between my legs, but I wouldn't know. It doesn't take long before my consciousness fades away, taken by the pain and pleasure into a long, contented sleep.