When I finally came out, I was greeted by a round of applause, then introductions and hugs and hugs and more hugs. But, I didn’t really remember anyone’s name that I didn’t already know.
They were a pretty good looking bunch, and maybe a set of sisters? Blake and the girls returned to their bowls of chili quickly, though. Found out they had been on the run and hadn’t really eaten much in 3 days. Gayle and I joined in the grub session and the mood was very gay. As in, what ‘gay’ used to mean. Meaning happy. They were happy to be alive, I was happy to have some company, good-looking company at that!
I showed the girls where the shower was, got out some of my ex-wife’s clothes and mine too, and told them to try and find something that fit. They were mostly just camo clothes, my ex took all her street clothes. Also pointed out the ‘feminine products’ to which I got more applause and hugs. Told them I was going to lock down the outside and would be back in a few minutes.
“I’ll come with you,” volunteered Erin, the shooter chick. “I’ll watch your back.”
“Sure, be good to have some more eyes.” She hadn’t showered yet, but she had washed her face and hands. In all the confusion and fighting earlier, I hadn’t really noticed her before; she was pretty fucking good looking. Nice little frame, a little over five feet tall and not giant boobs. But they jiggled nicely in her dirty blouse. Like the other girls, she seemed improperly dressed for the occasion, but she did have some boots that seemed to fit.
We went outside and got the guns out of the Unimog, re-loaded them and walked the perimeter. We spotted a lone zed nearby pushing against the gate. She raised her gun, but I pushed the
barrel back down.
“Look at this,” I said. I pulled out my Crovel, then pulled out a screw-on spike from my pocket. “I should’ve had this on earlier today. Wasn’t thinking. Wanna try it?”
Erin practically slammed the rifle into my hands as she took the Crovel with the three inch spike on the end. She walked to the fence and watched for a moment as the Zombie tried to get at us. His name tag said “Jerry Davis, Mountain Realty.” His throat was torn up, must have been why he wasn’t moaning. Being a new zombie, he didn’t have that completely crappy look like you see in the movies. He might’ve just become undead today, who knows. But his eyes were all red and splotchy, he stank like shit, and his skin was turning that sallow, pale color.
“Sorry Jerry,” Erin intoned. “I don’t think we’re interested in selling!”
She rammed the spike right into and through his left eye, piercing his brain. Jerry stopped all his useless motions, hung there for a second, then dropped to the ground.
Erin pulled back the spike and wiped the blackish bloody spike in the dirt.
“You know,” she said. “I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the guns. Maybe it’s the shooting. Maybe it’s the power I’ve got now. But I feel… I feel so…” Her voice trailed off.
“Um… yeah?” I don’t know what she was talking about.
“I’m just completely and totally fucking horny right now.”
“No shit?” I’ve heard about men in wartime, their reactions. Some cried, some get heroic, some became animals, and some got very horny.
“No shit. I want to fuck just about anybody right now. But I’m on my goddamn period…”
I didn’t quite know what to say. This situation hasn’t happened to me before.
“Yeah, um… I’m not so good with the whole blood thing… Fuck, there’s another one over there.”
Erin was on it. She hustled over and spiked this middle aged zombie woman right in the forehead, through the fence.
“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed. “I just HAVE to cum!”
Erin dropped the Crovel tool and reached for my AR-15. She started rubbing it between her legs.
“Hold on, sweetheart. Let’s empty that first.” I didn’t want to get shot with my own gun.
She emptied the mag and the chamber.
She then knelt down on the ground with the rifle between her legs. She pulled it up into her pussy and grabbed her tits through her blouse. She moaned with pleasure as she gripped the rifle with her thighs.
This was just too good. I got my thickening dick out.
“Jesus Christ, yes! Let me suck that, please? Let me suck your big hard cock.”
With one hand pulling the rifle into her pussy, she gripped my raging cock with the other and engulfed me with her mouth.
Fucken A! She took probably 6 of my 8 inches into her hot mouth. Then she bobbed quickly up and down my shaft, her hand following her mouth and squeezing my cock so fucking hard.
She spoke between her moans. “Mmm, mmm, mmm… you liking this? Mmm, mmm, mmm… this is gonna make me cum… mmm, mmm, mmm, god it’s so big… ”
She kept “mmm-ing” as she gave me the most vigorous blowjob I’ve ever had. I was losing my mind.
“You fucking GO Erin! Yes… you were a fucking animal today… you’re a fucking hard corps killer… suck that cock, suck it suck it suck it oh FUCK I’m gonna cum!!”
I expected her to pull back, but she didn’t break stride at all. She kept sucking my hard cock as it began to pulse and throb.
Fiery shots of sperm exploded into her mouth, down her throat. She kept her mouth on the tip as her hand stroked me, coaxing out more cum and more cum. She swallowed immediately to make room for it all, and swallowed some more.
I stopped cumming and she fell back onto the ground. I followed her and pushed the rifle aside. I just grabbed her cunt through her pants and shook and squeezed her.
She hollered “YES” and yanked up her shirt to reveal her gorgeous breasts. With my other hand I grabbed the rifle and placed it on her tits, she grabbed it and rubbed it furiously on them as I continued to shake her cunt.
In just a few moments she clenched my hand with her legs and thrashed about as her orgasm took her.
“F-U-U-U-U-U-C-K!!!! Oh fuck… shit… SHIT!!!!” she repeated as the waves kept cumming.
I spotted a zombie at the fence. I traded hands so my right was now free to draw my .45.
Boom! And the Zed’s head exploded.
“HOLY FUCK!!!!” Erin screamed as her orgasm seemed to increase in ferocity. “Do it again!”
Boom! I fired at a tree.
“FUCK!”
Boom!
“JESUS you’re killing me!!!”
Boom!
“AAAUUGHHH!”
Boom Boom Boom Boom!
And she finally collapsed, her body trembling as her arms hit the dirt.
I dropped the empty pistol on the ground.
I was hard as a fucking rock again. I had never seen such a carnal display in my life. I furiously stroked my cock as she watched. In a few seconds I shot a small load right on her gorgeous little tits. The sperm was less, but my orgasm was great. Holy shit.
Erin wiped up my cum from her tits and licked it off her fingers. All of it. What a fucking trooper.
“Maybe we’ll kill some more Zeds tomorrow,” I said, putting myself back together.
“Zeds?” she asked, dusting herself off.
“Yeah, Zombies. Zeds. Zees. Zekes. You want to kill some more, right?”
She nodded and hugged me and kissed me, hard. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me and all my gear.
“I need you to fuck me, Michael. Seriously. Aunt Flo leaves town in a couple days.”
“You make sure it’s all clear and I’ll eat your cunt till you beg me to stop.”
“That’s not gonna happen! You’ll be licking pussy for days then.”
“Whatever it takes”
We kissed some more, she finally slid down to the ground.
I parked the Unimog in its spot, and tidied up the area.
We went back inside.
– – –
“Was that more shooting we heard?” asked Gayle.
“Yeah,” I answered, loosening my gear. “Few more zombies showed up. Right at the fence.”
Some of the girls were all fresh and clean. They looked awesome in mine and my ex-wife’s camo pants and t-shirts. A couple were still dirty, waiting their turn. Blake was all clean too. Guess he didn’t know about ‘ladies first.’
“So uh… I’ve got a computer in this little office over here. And I’ve got a tablet. They’re both connected to the web. Or what’s left of it. Why don’t you do… five minute shifts until everyone has a shot at it, then take ten minute shifts.”
You never saw young people move so fast in your life. Gayle got a chuckle out of it. Nice to see her smile.
“Anyone you want to check on?” I asked her.
“It can wait,” she replied. “Just some friends.”
“There’s no, uh… ‘Mr. Gayle’?”
“Haha!” she laughed. “Not for a few years.” She smiled warmly at me.
“How’s your girl, um…”
“Lorraine.”
“Yeah, Lorraine. Sorry, there’s so many of you.”
“Well, she’s resting comfortably. Probably need to change the bandages. There’s still some blood coming out.”
“Yeah. Probably due to my crappy sewing. Maybe we’ll put some super glue on it to help seal up the wound.”
One girl shrieked. “My parents are alive! In Boston!”
Gayle and I chatted a bit as we headed back to the medical room and re-patched her daughter, Lorraine. Found out more of what they were doing when this all started. Turns out they are from the college in Boulder, Colorado. A group of 20 of the sorority girls had gone down to south Denver for a funeral of one of their friends who’d been killed in a car accident. The service was at a funeral home and, during the service, one of the other dead bodies came out of the back room and started to bite folks. This zombie bit five or six people before they subdued it. The girls fled in panic. Gayle, the house mother, had driven the sorority bus down. As they tried to make their way back, massive traffic jams developed as zombies and people ran crazily all over the streets. Then, one of their girls died from being bitten earlier. She turned quickly, and bit some of the girls on the bus.
In the ensuing mayhem, they all abandoned the bus, only to get caught up in the shitstorm on the city streets. They finally re-took their bus, but were down to 15 girls at this point. Gayle tried to head north, to go back home, but everything was blocked. She found an opening south and went that way.
Everywhere they went, it seemed to be getting worse. They thought they might hole up in some smaller places like Colorado Springs or Littleton, but they were all in the process of being over-run. They kept heading south.
They ran out of gas a couple miles from here, and hoofed it into town. Not so easy with panicky girls and high heels. In town, nobody would help them, the zombies were picking them off one by one. They found an abandoned house with that kid Blake in it. Then I came along. All tolled, they lost 12 girls.
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