Walking The Woods

Oh, what could we have here?

As we're walking the woods?

Is it some spreading legs you see?

Bareskinned and open wide?

Stripped from waist down, even her shoes.

Flat on her back, amongst rubbish and dirt.

Spreading like a ballerina; quite impressive for her age.

Sticky spunk slowly oozing out down below.

Wisdom doesn't always come with age.

She's 65, and got caught still soliciting.

She ought to know better.

But she didn't.

"No regrets" she was always bragging.

She regrets now thou.

Granny looks like trainwreck.

Because you all run a train on her.

But you can't leave her like this.

There's still so much fun to take from her.

She may disagree thou, but you'll have fun.

Her facial expression looks kind of...disapproving.

But it is true as they say.

One man's tras is another man's treasure.

And she still got so much more to give.

Or rather we'll just take it.

And justice prevailed.

Choo Choo

I don't take time explaining why she was a cunt.

Or why she deserved the rapetrain.

Just trust me; she had it coming.

She brought it all upon herself.

A sight to behold, she was.

In her high heels, her business clothing, her short skirt.

Not so happy thou.

Say what you want about her, but she ain't dumb.

Artillery adds dignity, to what would otherwise be an ugly brawl.

And even thou the pistol actually isn't real, she can't know that.

She'll feel fooled when she find that out.

But for now, she complies.

Off with her coat.

Nice swaggering booty.

Ha, ha, ha, what a face!

She really can curb her enthusiasm.

Here's one of when she had to take off them high heels.

"Oh, not the shoes!"

 Playing on our guilt and chivalry.

"You're not really going to do this, are you?!"

Just get'em off!

Today!

And off it goes.

No blouse for you!

Don't hide them!

Your boobs are fine, woman!

Off with the panties too.

Come on!

Taking off her watch.

She really knows how to postpone the inevitable.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, put it down now!

And quit stalling.

Slowly she undresses.

A striptease with a twist.

Fear and loathing in her face.

 It's sexytime now, and she knows.

Nice hips.

Keep stripping, woman!

Off it goes.

Just as we knew it would.

Gorgeous thighs.

Looks even better bareskinned.

Oh fuck, these legs will be so forced apart!

Spreading open wide.

Her stalling may have postponed the fun.

But fuck, did it turn us on?!

She'll get it in all three holes.

We'll go in dry!

Starting with her pussy.

Then she'll get it up her ass!

Then she'll suck and swallow.

Before we repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.

The Mexican Well

Suddenly one morning in rural Mexico there was that strange taste of citrus in the water.

Pedro and Jesus decided to open that well and investigate the matter.

What could it be?

The first thing they see as they look down into the well is one big, fat ass.

The geezer is mooning her booty, and showing off her bareskinned legs.

Whoever she is, her pants are pushed to the side, flashing her pussy.

She fucked and filled, alright.

Right there, on the spot.

Over the well.

With her head down, ass up.

Hence the taste of citrus.

Pedro and Jesus comes to a conclusion; they simply cannot leave her like that.

After all, she may start shitting all over herself; and that won't improve the taste, that's for sure.

 They grab one ancle each, and starts hauling her swaggering ass up from the well.

Pedro and Jesus realize she's a hooker when they see how short her skirt is.

Her wet T-shirt is showing off some mighty fine boobs.

The geezer is sexy, and they strip her.

Hookers don't needs cloths.

Or deserve them

Then they fuck her.

Three times each.

Her face doesn't show much gratitude thou.

For saving her ass from that well and shit.

But hookers seldom do.

They're bad people, hookers that is.

My Mexican alias is Pedro.

I know Mexico.

I don't throw hookers into the well.

I just fuck them.

But Mexican vigilantes do.

So if you oppose Trump's Wall; you'd better plug your well.

And if you think I'm harsh; you don't know Mexico.

Cunts

CUNTS!

Just a fucking look at them, and you'll know what they are!

They despise you so much, they refuse to even open their eyes.

Or they look down upon you, loathing you like a bug.

When they meet your eyes, deep dark hatred is what you see.

But more often they just wrinkle their nose, and shut you out in utter contempt.

 They need fucking, they need kissing, they need sucking; repeatedly!

They need to run a train until every resemblance of a smile is fucked off their face.

We'll bring justice upon them, over and over, as long and often as it takes.

Even if they'll be fucked over forever!

 From the day they arrived.

To they first were put to place.

To they got knocked up and tamed.

Making crazy eyes won't help; it only makes us fuck them harder.

Their anger and resentment will only cheer us on.

Basically they should just abandon all hope.

They would do wise to quit pouting, and embrace their destiny.

But if they were wise they wouldn't have ended up so utterly  fucked in the first place.

This one had a lot to say, just like her daughters. 

Looked like an owl; screeched like one too.

 This one was also a talker and a screamer; hurt our ears with it!

We liked this one better; the cunt was quiet enough. 

So quiet you'd give a twist here or there just to check they hadn't died of fright.

None of them were quiet when they got it up their ass thou.

But pussy first, then ass, finally to mouth.

If it's possible to knock them up, we'll do just that.

Make no doubt about it.

And if it's impossible to knock them up, we'll fucking try; forever!

They'll get what they deserve; eventually.

Their legs won't have strength to carry them.

Not even to crawl.

Every single little fuck will be taken from them.

Not a peep will be heard when we're done.

They'll obey, they'll work, and they'll fuck.

They'll swallow all their pride.

They'll swallow our cum.

They'll breed our babies.

Cumdumpsters!

Cunts!