by Peter Loaf
Spring mountain meadow, frogs in the pond
Miles from the highway, back of beyond
High in a tower
Binocular power
A ranger watching, pretty young blonde
Cold picnic basket, bottles of wine
A blanket spreading, sunshine sublime
Couple unknowing
His Johnson blowing
Privacy promised, down ladder climbed
Three miles on horseback, on winding track
Lumberjack costume, head in a sack
Forest primeval
Pussy retrieval
The ranger ranging, springing his trap
Catching them fucking, beast with two back
His windpipe cinching, all going black
Waking up naked
Cold and forsake-ed
Hogtied and helpless, head in the sack
Her naked lover, hears her screaming
Fighting his bondage, nightmare dreaming
Her gag garbled cries
The ranger’s tight ties
Cock in her pussy, deeply reaming
Tied over sapling, butt in the air
Screaming in passion, under his care
Phallus hard thrusting
Helpless she’s lusting
Lone ranger riding, his talent rare
After it’s over, limp on the ground
The helpless couple, rolling around
Her pussy dripping
His anus gripping
The zip ties holding, so tightly bound
Temperature falling, huddle for heat
The bushes rustle, hammer hearts beat
A deep throaty growl
A bear on the prowl
Pussy lips licking, long limber treat
