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Route 66

I’ve been in a coma for over three years
He fucked me to sleep so he could shed tears
The warrior’s back and he wants to play
He woke me up so that I could get laid

The first thing to do was cruise Route 66
Headed for Chi-Town but stopping for dicks
I had a quota, at least two from each state
Motels, public restrooms, or even a date

Cali was simple because guys are so easy
I called my black friends so I could start sleazy
Again, there were five and their cannons were loaded
Their cocks wrecked my holes and their cum left me bloated

I hit the road searching for more spunk to steal
I drove up the highway in my nympho-mobile
Seven more states to set me sexually free
Then thank the man who chose to wake me

Arizona gave me one young and one old
The young fucked my ass with his cock, thick and bold
I threw a mercy lay at the much older guy
I rode his cock ‘til his heart stopped and died

The next state was desert and far too dry
So I soaked the sand with the cum of each guy
I didn’t want to leave jizz drenched New Mex
But I had a plan and I needed new sex

When I got to Texas the tale took a twist
My holes were all throbbing so I chose to switch
There were plenty of women whose pussies I licked
Because my kind of woman hates Republican dick

I spun through Oklahoma like a fuckin tornado
Wrecking homes in my wake with my pink tomato
I fucked a few husbands and sometimes their son
Their wives may be pissed but I’m just having fun

Kansas was only eleven short miles
So I got tag teamed and they left with smiles
I didn’t catch their dumb red neck names
But I tapped Kansas’ ass which now I can claim

Then came Missouri, a miserable state
Dull Midwestern men, farming their fate
When I got them in bed they all became freaks
Spreading both pairs of my lips and both sets of cheeks

Last came the most pitiful state of them all
A giant cornfield that all died in the fall
I floored it up North on a quest for Chi-Town
I had no more time to be fuckin’ around

When I got to his house, I told of my travels
His cock started throbbing as he came unraveled
He said, ‘I count fifty-nine and that needs to be fixed
So take this in your mouth to complete Route Sixty-Dicks

Copyright © 2017 Holly O’Hara
Written by nymphomaniac (Holly)
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