Life is Fleeting

They all piled into Rainbow’s bed together that night. Fleetfoot’s corpse was in the middle, with Rainbow and Soarin on one side and Thunderlane and Spitfire on the other. Rainbow was the first to wake up.

Her head was pounding something fierce, and at first she didn’t quite remember all they’d done last night. She felt Soarin behind her, spooning her warmly. Even though he was sound asleep, he had his shaft embedded inside Rainbow’s ass as if he’d had a go at her in the middle of the night. That was fine, it wasn’t the worst person she’d woke up to having cum in her after a party.

On the other side she felt an ice cold body, and as the events began to return to her, her eyes widened just a bit. She looked over, staring into the horrified expression frozen on Fleetfoot’s dead face. Now that she wasn’t high, she could think a bit more logically about it, but it didn’t scare her or anything. After all, this wasn’t even the first dyke she’d participated in killing. Rather, she felt her pussy churn a bit with desire, already dribbling down one thigh.

However, unlike before, they’d let the body sit for a bit before making more use of it. She moved over, sliding her tongue against the chilly cheek, leaving a trail of saliva as she lapped up over Fleetfoot’s wide opened eye, pausing to roll the eye back and forth a few times with her tongue. Her flesh was sticky, thick fluid having dried off of it during the night but leaving plenty of residue. It was surreal and as hot as the corpse was cold.

One thing she definitely remembered is what she wanted to eat out that cold dead pussy while grinding on her face again. Not bothering to wake the others, Rainbow slid the blanket down off of them before sitting up, getting a nice look at Fleetfoot. She took a moment to tear what was left of her top off, the body barely giving as the limbs had stiffened into place.

Rainbow moved up to straddle Fleetfoot’s head, her pussy already dripping fluid onto the stiff face beneath her, splattering over her cheeks and wide-opened eyes. She leaned down, taking a look at Fleetfoot’s still slightly gaping pussy, then took a deep breath of her scent. She couldn’t claim that the cadaver smelled good as she’d started to slowly rot, but even that was an intense turn on.

“One less stupid dyke in the world,” Rainbow purred to herself, running her tongue along one edge of Fleetfoot’s labia and down the other. She bit down on one lip, tugging the cold stiff flesh back before letting it pop back into place. At the same time, she lowered her own hips down, shivering at the cold head between her legs as she started to slide her pussy against Fleetfoot’s face.

“Already going?” Spitfire moaned as she woke up, laying on the other side of Fleetfoot from where Rainbow had been. She reached over, curiously tugging an arm to feel how stiff she was, then sliding a hand to her frigid breasts, flesh still discolored from the bruising she got while alive. “Fucking ice cold, I still can’t believe I actually offed a bitch.”

“Wait until you hear people talk about her missing,” Rainbow chuckled. “You’ll get wet every time someone mentions her.” She moved to lap deep at Fleetfoot’s cadaver cunt, spreading her nether lips out and pushing her tongue deep inside to lap the sticky fluid still drying out inside. She slurped loudly, taking in the taste of drying cum, piss, and coagulating blood. Rainbow’s hips grinded more firmly, body shivering both from the chill and arousal from playing with a corpse she helped create.

“And to think,” Spitfire smirked. “This stupid bitch thought we’d ‘regret’ it once we weren’t high anymore.” She ran her hands over Fleetfoot’s soft sticky flesh, up and down from her hips to her breasts, then squeezed and twisted her breasts to feel how the spongy flesh gave, the less flexible skin now providing more resistance to her movements. “She taste good?”

“She tastes awful,” Rainbow said, but continued lapping between words. “But it’s hot enough to make up for it.”

“Damn this is fucked up, I love it,” Spitfire chuckled, sitting up and moving down over Fleetfoot’s body. Even as Rainbow continued to lap her, Spitfire intertwined her own flexible legs with Fleetfoot’s stiff limbs and scissored their legs together. “Let me add some flavor.” She pushed her own drooling slit closer, rubbing against the slit and providing new dampness.

“So this is the third dead dyke I’ve been involved with, guess that makes me a serial killer.” Rainbow moved her tongue back and forth from the dead to the living cunt now, dipping into one and then the other to exchange the fluids as Spitfire grinded her pussy against Fleetfoot’s. Her hips twitched, so hyped about her own wicked deeds that she creamed over the dead face quickly. Her whole body convulsed as she splattered her juice all over Fleetfoot’s face, pussy juice puddling against her empty eyes as more drooled into her gaping mouth.

“I guess you are,” Spitfire laughed. “Maybe we can up our kill count if we’re careful. Grab a few faggots too perhaps… fuck this is good.” She rolled her hips more quickly, Fleetfoot’s body shifting up and down on the bed, the stiff legs wobbling as they were lifted up with each thrusting movement. The corpse’s pussy and thighs slowly began to glisten again as it grew wetter, fluid drooling down both Spitfire and Fleetfoot’s ass cheeks.

“I don’t even care if they’re gay, I just wanna kill someone else,” Rainbow admitted. “Someone innocent like Fluttershy, or super happy like Pinkie Pie. I bet the happier they are the harder they break down.” She continued to grind her hips on Fleetfoot’s face, pushing her tongue between the two pussies to wriggle it back and forth, feeling the amazing mixture of warm and cool flesh.

“Not gonna kill me are you?” Spitfire laughed. She clenched her teeth as she started to come up upon her own orgasm, her hips becoming erratic, flicking her pussy lips against the much stiffer ones of their victim. She groaned and creamed hard, gushing over the dead pussy and ass, giving them a load of fresh lubrication for when the guys started their fun.

“Not my cohort,” said Rainbow, but then added. “Though if we ever think we’re about to get caught… tell you what… we’ll snuff the guys and then flip a coin to see which of us snuffs the other one.” She cupped her mouth over the two pussies, slurping up the fresh mixture before finally sitting up.

“Deal,” Spitfire panted without hesitation, slowly coming down from her orgasm. She moved to push her fingers into Fleetfoot’s pussy, slathering her juice about to lubricate the drying hole, then pushed her fingers into her asshole to do the same.

It was a good thing too, because Soarin and Thunderlane were rousing from their sleep as well.

“Come on, dudes,” Rainbow told them. “We got the dead carpet muncher ready for you.”

“Yeah I’m ready to pop open a cold one,” Thunderlane looked over at the stiffened cadaver. “I’m calling pussy this go.”

“Sure I’ll take that frigid ass,” Soarin agreed without much fuss.

Thunderlane was eager to bone his first proper corpse, almost bouncing across the bed to get to Fleetfoot. He grabbed her torso, moaning at how chilly she was before forcing through her rigor mortis to stretch her legs wide apart. Soarin moved to help, and together they managed to bend her legs into a better squatting position.

She was pulled to sit on her knees on the bed, now pinned between Thunderlane in front and Soarin behind. Her arms were unbending to her sides, and her body was clammy with a mix of yesterday’s drying and today’s fresh fluids. They ran their hands curiously over the dead lesbian, marveling at how unnaturally sexy she felt between them.

Thunderland kissed Fleetfoot deeply, pushing his tongue in her mouth to slide her sticky tongue around her drying gums, finding it mostly stiff as well. He stared into her empty eyes, savoring that last look of shock on her face before pressing his shaft between her cold lips below. He pushed into her pussy, finding the previously soft flesh far more unyielding than before, but his cock throbbed heavily all the same.

Soarin had a bit more trouble getting into her ass, but was determined as he forced his rod deep. He didn’t care how much it chafed, savoring the sting as a reminder of his delicious sin. Since the body didn’t bounce back and forth very well, they both pushed in at the same time, filling her from both ends with their warm cocks.

Turned on by the wet slurp of their shafts in the barely moist holes, Spitfire came close again to rub her crotch against one of Fleetfoot’s cheeks. Rainbow did the same from the other side, and they pinned the still head between their pussies to grind on it in time with one another. Spitfire held her phone to record the action, though Rainbow used her phone to call Applejack, casually speaking to her as they continued to defile the corpse together.

“Oh hey Applejack,” Rainbow told her. “Yeah we invited Fleetfoot over and… long story short we found out she was a dyke and gave her what she deserved, now she has need of your wood chipper same as those other lesbos did….. yeah if you have guests, she’s whole enough that they could use her too… okay we’re banging her body one last time then I’ll bring her over and leave her filthy corpse in that same barn.”

Thunderlane moved his face from one side to the other to give Spitfire’s and Rainbow’s cunts a slurp, then went back to kissing Fleetfoot, coating her stiff tongue in the juices from the other two ladies. As he pumped into her rotting pussy with lewd squelching noises, he gripped her breasts tightly, digging his nails in and feeling out the firm flesh gave less than before. He gasped and sped up his motions. “Fuck, drilling a dead girl is so much hotter than it should be.”

Soarin nuzzled at Rainbow and Spitfire’s clits too, then slid his own hands down the frigid body to grasp her hips. Since she wasn’t up for moving them herself, he pushed them back and forth to approximate rolling her hips. It let them bounce her pelvis back and forth a bit more like they did when she was alive, and his own thrusting into her asshole increased as Thunderlane’s did. “Bet this bitch regretted cock teasing us as she died, my only regret is that she didn’t suffer even more.”

Spitfire and Rainbow continued to grind her head back and forth, reaching over to embrace one another and smashing their pliable breasts together between them. They grasped one another’s bottom, pulling close to warm the head between them, then engaged in a long kiss, playing their tongues together as they waited for the guys to plow their cum into their victim one last time.

It wasn’t long before they got what they were waiting for. Thunderland groaned first, pumping a load of seed to warm the chilly asshole, spraying his load into the stiffening flesh within. His body shuddered more intensely than any of his orgasms the day before, overcome with the lewdness and power trip of defiling the body of a dyke he’d help put down himself.

Her cold ovaries got a small shot of warmth too as Soarin blasted into her front, also pumping a huge load despite her loosened corpse cunt around his shaft. He moaned into the kiss with Fleetfoot, staring into her glazed eyes and shaking violently as he unloaded. His hips finally slowed to a stop, pressing his shaft fully indo her completely defiled nethers.

“Amazing,” Thunderlane groaned. “I can’t imagine anything better.”

“Fuck yeah,” Soarin panted over her shoulder then licked the side of her stiff face again.

“Yeah well,” grunted Rainbow. “We’ve had enough fun. Time to get her worthless corpse over for disposal now.”

The Apple siblings were glad to take care of things, just as they had before. Applejack and her brother Big Macintosh had no love for the gays, so didn’t mind helping cover for their homo-murdering friends when needed in hopes they’d be repeat offenders. Not to mention, they’d had a load of fun when Bonbon and Lyra’s corpses were disposed of previously.

Today they had visitors in addition to themselves though. Their cousin Braeburn and uncle Orange were both in town and had stopped by. The plan had been to have all three of the guys go to town on Applejack at once, but plans had changed when Applejack got the phone call from Rainbow Dash about Fleetfoot. They’d decided to save their horniness to give some affection to the dead lesbo that would grace the inside of their wood chipper later that night.

Not wanting to risk getting gangfucked to death by hicks herself, Rainbow left the body at the usual barn next to the chipper, and that’s where they found her. Fleetfoot was laid out on a bale of hay, on her back with arms at her sides, legs held stiffly upwards as if she’d been in a kneeling position last she was used. Though her body was cold and had clearly been rotting overnight, her face was moist and both her lower holes were drooling with fresh activity.

“Whoa,” Braeburn said as he looked over the blackened and bruised body. “They didn’t show her any mercy from the looks of it.”

“Yeah they said they beat her good,” Applejack grinned as she headed over and looked her over. “Serves the dirty lesbo right, unnatural bitch.”

“Wow we… really gonna do this?” Orange was the most reluctant, but wasn’t saying no either. Not to mention, he’d shuffled off his clothes on his way into the barn just like the rest of them.

“Eyup,” Big Mac nodded, slowly stroking his massive shaft, which put the other two males to shame.

“Well go ahead and have a go at her, boys,” Applejack encouraged. “Ah won’t get jealous, though ah hope you all have enough left fer me when yer done.”

Big Mac was the first to hop onto the large hay bale alongside Fleetfoot. He lay on her back next to her and rolled the body over onto him. Fleetfoot’s form kept her current position perfectly, knees against the bale beneath them as she was laid against Mac’s wide chest. He shivered at the coldness of her flesh, but it only made his shaft throb to full hardness as she lay atop him.

“They really put this bitch to good use,” Orange said as he crawled up onto the hay bale behind her, letting his shaft flop out upon the icy ass and feeling the last loads that defiled her glazed over her behind. He ran his hands up her back, dragging his nails against her skin and feeling around to squeeze her breasts, pressing them back and forth to feel how inelastic the dead flesh had become.

“That’s good,” Braeburn said, climbing up onto the other side of the bale. “If she was a dyke, she sure never put herself to good use.” He moved a hand to gently stroke her face, admiring the terrified expression on her bruised image and then pulling her head back to push his cock tip against her mouth. It fell open easily as he pushed to the back and into her throat, her neck swelling slightly with his girth as he penetrated her.

Mac and Orange pushed into her from either side at the same time, the moist cold penetration slurping loudly as her corpse was desecrated once again. Her impliable insides magnified the pressure of their shafts inside her, allowing the two males to feel the shape of one another’s shafts as they pushed in together and began thrusting violently into the cadaver.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Applejack groaned, standing nearby and fingering herself enthusiastically with one hand as her other squeezed at one of her breasts. “Was only me and Mac here when the other two lesbos arrived, so their corpses didn’t get used good and proper like this one will be.”

“What you do to em after they’re chopped up?” Braeburn asked curiously between grunts. He felt his hand over Fleetfoot’s throat with one hand as he braced her head with the other, feeling the shape of his shaft inside her as he began thrusting harder. His balls smacked against her blackened eyes with each plap as her deep-fucked the limp throat.

“Mix em in with the pig slop,” Applejack said, fingering herself harder though it didn’t make near the noise that the gooey corpse did. “Ah figure gettin turned into pig shit is a nice deserving fate for these sluts’ corpses.”

Mac and Orange alternated between pushing in together and bouncing Fleetfoot’s hips back and forth between them, railing both her holes with all their effort. The body was getting slimy, and not just around her holes, with her skin starting to feel loose like it might start coming off as they rubbed their hands eagerly over the dead flesh. Still, the only thing they regretted about the disgusting act was that they weren’t the ones that got to murder this bitch.

“I wonder if this slut’s family will miss her,” Orange mused as he continued to pound.

“Not if they knew what she was,” Applejack laughed.

The pounding went on for several more long minutes, the stiffened corpse bounced around between the three warm males as she was used in all orifices. It wasn’t long before Mac started them off, groaning as he pushed up hard and shot thick strands of cum into her womb, mixing with the sticky mess that had been deposited there before. Orange was next, blowing his wad into her equally grotesque ass, before Braeburn groaned and emptied his load down her throat.

“Phew, that was amazing,” Orange groaned.

“Eyup,” Mac agreed.

“You said it…” Braeburn said as he withdrew his shaft, then looked down at her head thoughtfully. “Hey ah got an idea. Applejack you got a saw in here?”

“A saw? Sure do,” Applejack reached over to grab a hacksaw in the hand that wasn’t knuckle deep into her own pussy, tossing it over to Braeburn. “Actually, if we’re gettin’ creative, ah got an idea of my own. Her pussy is probably getting loose by now, but I know what would still be a tight fit.”

“Watch this,” Braeburn laughed. As Mac and Orange withdrew and let the corpse flop onto the bale drooling from all holes, Braeburn put the saw to her neck and grinded it back and forth, cutting through her neck starting with the front, watching the flesh peal apart as bits of coagulated blood oozed out onto the hay bale beneath her.

While he did so, Applejack went to the back of the barn, still fingering herself the whole way, and returned a few minutes later with a large brown stallion of all things. Usually the only reason she brought him to this barn was the screw around, which he definitely realized because his thick shaft was growing heavy beneath him as it flowed out of his sheath.

“Cuttin’ her head off huh?” Applejack said. “Well have fun with that, but when you’re done somebody help me hold the body steady for Charlie here to bone.”

“Ah got it,” Braeburn said, just snapping through her spine as Applejack returned with the horse. He dropped the saw and wrenched Fleetfoot’s head the rest of the way off, then rubbed his semi-hard shaft against the severed neck, growing steadily harder as he felt the icy gore and pushed his tip against her throat from the neck end. “Time fer a reverse blowjob, slut.”

“That’s fuckin’ hilarious,” laughed Applejack. She moved to grasp Fleetfoot by her hardened legs, dragging her to the edge of the hay bale. She looked back at Charlie, winking at him and smacking Fleetfoot’s moist belly to signal to the horse that this was what they wanted him to mount. “Hope he doesn’t mind it being a corpse… ah don’t suppose he should, he’s never said no to putting his dick in anything before.”

Charlie apparently didn’t, huffing and moving over towards the body. He took only a moment to consider, sniffing at the remains, then moving to mount up upon the halebay where she lay, pushing his blunt cock tip against her posterior as he clumsily tried to insert himself.

“Help me hold the bitch,” Applejack said, reaching beneath Charlie and holding one arm tightly around Fleetfoot’s body as the horse covered her. Holding her tightly, she moved her other hand to grasp at Charlie’s thick cock, helping him aim and pressing it against Fleetfoot’s loose corpse cunt.

Orange helped her at least, a little selfishly. He grasped Fleetfoot around the shoulders, but also pulled the top of her body to the side a bit, standing next to the hale bale himself and pushing his own tip to the severed neck of her torso. He groaned as he pushed his dick directly into her esophagus, slightly tighter than her well-used ass had been, and sank in balls deep.

Braeburn was far too busy with Fleetfoot’s head to assist. He pushed his shaft up through her neck, tip pushing out of her throat from the wrong direction. He felt himself slide off the barely moist roof of her mouth before slipping out between her lips. He reached one hand around, pushing her mouth closed as he started to thrust, feeling her tongue slide against him with each stroke.

Mac meanwhile made no excuse or attempt to help. He opted to walk up behind Applejack and let his own solid cock flop out against his sister’s behind. She looked back, annoyed at first, but then licked her lips at the sight of his shaft, wet with the blood and rotting slime from inside Fleetfoot’s pussy. She spread her legs to make way for him, groaning as he pushed his tip inside her and sank balls deep into her pussy until his belly smacked against her behind.

Charlie could care less about all that, concentrating on getting his thick dick into the tight hole regardless of how cold it was. Even the limp pussy stretched wide, the stiffened labia tearing slightly as he forced his way in. Her gut swelled massively when he finally popped inside, the swell sliding down her body. While they could never let him fuck a living person balls deep, this was different, and her grunted happily as he was able to push in right through her cervix and deep into her womb. Her body bloated grotesquely as Applejack and Orange held it steady for the horse to lustfully impale.

Braeburn came close to watch the action, holding Fleetfoot’s head in both hands as he pushed her jaw closed and his cock tip out her mouth, flicking her stiff lips against his tip with each stroke. Applejack leaned over, slurping at the tip as it exited Fleetfoot’s mouth, making an exception to kissing a girl if it meant getting a load of her cousin’s spunk in the process.

The contrast between Fleetfoot’s sticky dead flesh and the warmth of his cousin’s mouth was too much for Braeburn and sent him over the edge. His cum shot directly through the corpse and into Applejack’s mouth, the woman slurping loudly to take in every last bit of cum that she could. She twirled her tongue around his shaft, then dipped it into Fleetfoot’s mouth to lap up any cum that had splattered into there, including the cold rotting cum of her previous assailants, taking it all in.

Mac watched his sister make out with the corpse head and suck down their cousin’s cum and groaned at the sight. He then looked over at Fleetfoot’s headless corpse getting absolutely impaled, and couldn’t hold himself in any longer either. Applejack soon felt the familiar warmth of her brother’s sperm coating the inside of her pussy, rolling her hips back to milk every last drop of spunk from his throbbing manhood as she gripped Fleetfoot’s body steady for their animal friend.

“This is so fucking sick!” Orange at least recognized that, but the fact only made him go over the edge as well. He sprayed his second load into the severed neck and pumped it into the murdered corpse, coating her all the way down to her stomach with his warm slime, quickly cooling as it came into contact with her icy interior.

“Less sick than the things this slut did!” Applejack groaned.

Charlie slammed his hips deep, exploding last of all, but his orgasm was copious indeed. Fleetfoot’s body bloated like a rotted balloon, sloshing with her movements as her womb filled full of horse cum. It stretched to capacity, bursting within her like an overfilled water balloon, and flowing back around the horse’s shaft. As her insides came apart, a bit even made it out of her throat to wash over Orange’s shaft.

“That’s it, time to grind this bitch down,” Applejack groaned as she kept hold of the body for Charlie to rip his sated cock free. Her corpse had a huge cavity in it now, gaping wide and useless, but she wouldn’t need to use that rotten pussy anymore.

“Phew,” Braeburn said. “First… great sex like this always makes me need to take a piss.” He took Fleetfoot’s head, pushing the neck end against the overstretched pussy. He shoved it hard several times, pushing her own head inside her until only her terrified swollen face could be seen facing out from it. The pressure caused her pelvis to creak before it gave in completely and split down the middle, her legs splaying out further than before.

As Braeburn stood back over Fleetfoot, the others moved around around her as well. Mac and Orange both whipped their dicks forward, relaxing to join their own streams of urine with Braeburn’s. Even Applejack turned her bottom around, spreading her legs as Mac’s cum oozed from her and she started to piss on the corpse.

Fleetfoot’s remains were drenched in yet another fluid as the urine washed over her. It left her still form glistening in the dim light of the barn, pools of yellow puddling in her wide open eye and gaping mouth, drenching her to once more give the defiled corpse what she’d so grossly deserved. The corpse was too messed up to even be much use as a fuck toy now, so was only good as a toilet.

After they all relieved themselves on the dead dyke, Charlie was left to relax and gnaw some hay as Mac picked up Fleetfoot’s corpse under one arm. He left the soaked cranium in her pussy, heading towards the wood chipper at the other end of the barn. He was eager to grind down the body in their industrial strength wood chipper that they kept just for getting rid of unfortunate things they didn’t want to leave lying around the house.

“Come on boys,” Applejack said, smacking Orange and Braeburn’s cock in passing as she strutted towards the machine herself. “Ah wanna be under the outtake when she goes through it to get her splattered all over me. Did the same with Lyra and Bonbon… but didn’t have anyone to fuck me while it happened at the time. You two wanna change that, feel free.”

Her cousin and uncle were all over it, following the strutting farmgirl towards the pile of chips where the shattered body would be spraying down once it was done. Applejack knelt there in the middle as Orange moved up behind her and Braeburn in front. Braeburn kissed her deeply as Orange reached around to massage his niece’s firm but pliable breasts.

Applejack writhed between the two, rotating her hips smoothly between them as Braeburn pushed into her already-squishy pussy. Orange pushed into her tight asshole at the same time, having only Fleetfoot’s blood to provide minimal lubricant between them. They pumped their hips back and forth, playing a nice incestuous game of pelvis pingpong with the slut between them. They all three looked up at the outlet, eager for lesbian chunks to rain down on them.

Mac was slightly disappointed that her cunt was overstretched and stuffed so he wouldn’t be able to fuck that on her way into the wood chipper, but she still had one hole in the rear at least. After turning the chipper on, he propped her severed neck end against the intake and balanced her stiff body to press his shaft tip against her asshole. With the head stuffed up her pussy, it’d tightened the other entry and allowed him to get a nice moist grip as one more cock forced its way into the deserving cadaver.

He pumped violently into the asshole, using the juice from his sister’s pussy as lubrication as he fucked her. At the same time, he started to feed her upper half into the chipper. It hacked away starting with her neck stump, slicing through flesh and bone with industrial efficiency. As her shoulders were destroyed and her arms came loose, they were sucked in faster to grind away.

Mac pushed her in another inch with each thrust of his cock, the act of completely annihilating their victim driving him rapidly towards another orgasm. Groaning excitedly, he smacked his balls against her dead face with each plunge into her asshole, and was almost too enthused to stop in time. He pulled back slightly, only barely avoiding getting his cock lopped off when the blades came to her midsection.

Cumming hard, he let his spunk splattered out of her torso from the other end, raining down onto the blades before he finally pulled the rest of her off of his shaft and pushed it into the spinning blades. It was chopped into delicious necrotic mulch, primed to be fed to their pigs and turned into shit, a fitting end for a filthy dyke bitch.

Applejack moaned as the bits of flesh began to rain down onto her, opening her mouth as she looked up and let it fill with strips of mulched gore. She arched her back as her cousin and uncle rubbed more over her body, painting her body in blood and bits of bone and flesh. It was far too much to handle, and she creamed harder than she’d ever gone before, both holes convulsing over their shafts in her excitement as she squealed in utter bliss at the lewd act.

Before it had finished raining down, Mac moved over as well, offering his dick to her mouth. She slurped it down without hesitation, lapping off the slime from Fleetfoot’s ass and spreading the goop from her mouth onto him while swallowing bits of flesh into her stomach. The four proud corpse-fuckers writhed together as their bodies undulated against one another, letting the rest of the lesbo bits rain down over them.

They took their time, rubbing the stripes of flesh all over each other and slamming their grotesque bodies together before the males finally began to deposit their sick loads into the farmgirl. She swallowed down Mac’s seed to mix with the swirling gore that she’d deposited into her belly, while shaking her hips back and forth while her cousin and uncle rammed thick strands of fuck juice into her from either side.

“Fucking hot,” Applejack said after gargling one last mouthful of cum and gore to swallow it down. “This has to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”

After resting in the pile of gore, the four separated from one another to clean themselves off. Gathering as much of the slop as they could for the pigs, they then went back to the house to enjoy the rest of their day in incestuous bliss as they’d planned to before they were interrupted by corpse bliss.

Life was good.