You decide to help Emily with the rose truffle harvest

"For sure," you say, standing quickly. You used to enjoy helping dig out the truffles before you knew what made the pigs such good sniffers anyway, but now you have a brand new perspective on it. Emily makes minor adjustments to her stockings, pulling them on tighter and making sure her thick legs were the perfect shape after how rough you had been. The illusion is ruined a little though with your cum leaking out of her and running down her thighs. She doesn't seem to mind the mess and looks over to your equally messy cock and gets an idea.

With that sultry look in her eyes she saunters up to you, making you sigh when you feel her leg brushing against your cock. She slides the silky stockings along your shaft, wiping you clean slowly and sensually. After about a minute your throbbing dong is spotless but her stockings are a different story.

"They're meant for getting dirty anyway," she says as she heads for the door and you follow. Of course. The whole point of the pigs wearing them was too help keep them relatively less dirty while they shuffled about the soil in search of truffles. Before you step outside you look around the pig pen hopelessly, only to remember you left your shorts by the barn door when you first came in this morning. "Are you coming?" Emily calls, raring to go. Looking down at your nudity you arrive at the realisation that your family lives on a thousand acres of farmland that's hours drive from your nearest neighbour. Now that everyone was of age there shouldn't really be an issue for you to just go about your business fully nude, right? Having successfully convinced yourself it was indeed fine you head out into the sun and feel the warm rays over your still slightly damp junk. A cool refreshing breeze greets you too and it certainly is a lovely day.

Spotting a pair of old boots you quickly put them on before heading to the rose truffle garden, jogging to catch up to the surprisingly nimble Emily. "Mmmm," she hums, taking in a pleasing breath through her nostrils. "I smell a lot of them. It'll be a good harvest." You nod as you follow, eyes on her jiggly ass.

"I think at least a dozen or so should be ready to go," you guess, using your own farming experience to estimate the haul.

"Maybe," she replies. You both finally reach the garden where you had a chat with Bruce the bull yesterday and Emily draws in another big breath, her tits pushed out as she does. "They smell so good. Almost as good as your cock." Her smile makes said piece of man meat flex and you wonder what the etiquette is for farmyard fornication outside of the Big Barn. You get distracted from these thoughts, or perhaps have them enhanced, as the pig bends over to get her nose closer to the ground and starts to sniff. You pick up a small shovel and stainless steel container about the size of a shoebox from a wooden storage unit next to to the garden and quietly trail behind the busy piggy with light footsteps as to not disturb the soft soil too much. "There!" she says pointing to an almost imperceptible lump in the soil. She crawls over to it and starts to gently dig something out of the dirt with her hands, carefully brushing away the excess as she lifts it up. It's a pink, lumpy, spongy looking mass that looks sort of looks like like a pale, oversized, deformed strawberry, and she breathes in its scent. It sends a small shiver through the pig and she places the rose truffle delicately into the box. When you shut the metal lid all the truffle aroma is locked inside as to not interfere with the rest of the search. Emily's nose starts twitching again she turns to snuffle at the dirt, her ass wiggly behind her with its short curly tail.

This goes on for about an hour with Emily homing in on just over a dozen ready to go rose truffles, some of which you help remove with the small shovel. All the while you're mesmerised by her perfect pink ass and your cock leaks precum profusely. Every now and then the pig would catch a whiff of you in a breeze and look over her shoulder at your stiff penis, sigh, then get back to work searching for ripe truffles.

"I think that's it," she announces finally, sitting herself onto the dirt. Her hands and knees are covered with soil, as are her cheeks and the tip of her snout, and she looks fucking adorable and imminently fuckable. "Oh you poor thing," she says, eyes on your aching hard on. She licks her lips and looks up at you with that familiar look that prickles the skin on the back of your neck. "Maybe I can..." she starts, reaching for your cock before suddenly going still to sniff at the air. Her attention is gone from you and she stands, nostrils flaring as she catches a scent that seems to excite her. "Oh my god I think..." she says, stopping again mid sentence to sniff. "I think I smell dragon orchid truffles!"

This gets your attention and try to look to the horizon Emily's snout is pointed at.

"Really?" you say, squinting at the woodland that's adjacent to your farm. "Those are stupidly rare." And can only be found out in the wild, with even just a few grams of it worth about five times more than all of the rose truffles you have just gathered. Some people dedicated their lives to hunting dragon orchid truffles.

"Come on!" Emily says, scrambling out of the garden. You quickly put the container full of less valuable truffles into the storage box and take out a second empty container. Expecting Emily to be halfway to the edge of the woodlands by now you're surprised that the pig is actually bent over, changing into a new pair of stockings just a few yards ahead of you. She looks over her shoulder, wiggling her butt at you. "I'm losing my heightened sensitivity," she explains, spreading her cheeks as you approach with your slacked jaw. "Make me cum again, quick!"

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