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Bleh, I guess I can only stretch my sexual appreciation for pigs into so many stories, gotta toss the odd poem in now and again. Hope you enjoy.Once upon some time ago there was a man named Red,This man had strange relationships take place inside his head,O most would cry, and loose their lunch and some would just plain wig,If they knew old Red's been cuddlin' up beside a pig!It started many years ago, well, two or three at least,Ol' Red's a little weird at times, he think himself a beast,A beast of grunts, and snouts and hooves that is unlike no man,He'd rather be among his swine whenever he possibly can.Its not just cuddling in the hay that happens in the darkOl' red lines up behind his piggys back and hits the markHe thrust and heaves and pushes hard into his lovers cuntShe moans and pushes back and gives out satisfying gruntsOl' reds an expert with the hogs, he does them every day,In the bedroom, in his van or just plain in the hay.Ol' red will fuck them any time come morning noon or night,His favorite though is piggy love at first signs of sunlight.After pleasing many sows ol' Red slumps in his bed,But piggies want to stay awake, they want more play instead.He kisses, pets, and strokes his loves until they fall to sleep,He gets up smiling at his hogs and sneaks past with no peep.Next morning Red is now beset on all sides by his swine,They want to lick and drain his cock like cum was some fine wine.Of course ol' Red don't mind a bit, he'd hoped they'd come on by,He gives 'em all a lil' treat, he's just that kinda guy.Ol Reds' the kinda guy I'd like to be, I'd have to say,Hanging out with pretty swine until my dying day.O will this ever be my life, I guess I'll wait and see,And now I'm finished writing, damn I really gotta pee!!!
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