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Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 7

Date: 11/20/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

fingers into my dripping asshole, sealing it off with her piss inside and starting to fuck it hard from behind. I felt her thrust them in and out, fucking me raw and uninhibited right there out in the open. For a moment I thought about who might be able to see us there, forgetting about the zombies, the outbreak, the danger we were trying to get out of and imagined cars passing us by, their drivers watching my ass get reamed right at the side of the road; maybe a group of elderly ladies wandering the countryside, watching two girls piss on each other in the distance. "Fuck yes!" I screamed as I came, her fingers slipping in and out my stretched anus. "Help!" I heard a distant scream answer. I looked up, startled at the unexpected reply. Rebekka shifted behind me, trying to peek over my shoulder. In the distance, about 200 meters away, I saw a scene that seemed to come straight out of a bavarian Heimatfilm: A voluptuous, busty brunette in a tight green dirndl leaned over the upper balcony of a alpine home, gesticulating towards us. Between her screams, we could hear the familiar moans of zombies. I cleared my throat and looked back at Becky. She just shrugged and waited for my initiative. "Well, let's see if we can help her," I said, jacking up the bike and dismounting it. We each grabbed a shield and spear and cautiously approached the house. The woman seemed beleaguered. All around the house a horde of zombies was wandering, banging on doors and the barred windows, ... unable to get in, but certainly not letting anything get out either. "Oh thank god!" she called as we came closer, explaining unnecessarily "I'm trapped and can't get out of here." I tried to motion her to be quiet, but it was already too late. Some of the zombies had noticed us and started coming closer. Becky took them on, calm and determined, piercing the first ones with the spear and immediately pulling it out again, aiming for the next. "Quick, is there anything out here to help you get down there?" I called up to the woman. She shook her head. "No," she said. "And I think they're inside now, too. I can't get down the stairs!" I frantically looked around. Zombies came walking towards us, and more and more showed up from around the sides of the house. To the side was a small barn and I quickly ran there to look for a ladder or something else that might help me get her down while Becky went on fending off the shambling attackers. When I opened the barn door I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Inside, on a trailer, covered by a heavy cloth cover was a small rowboat! "Fuck, Becky, I found it!" I yelled, calling my wife over to myself. For a moment she stood by my side, grinning at me, until loud moans from behind us brought us back to the matter at hand. We grabbed the trailer and pushed it out, running over a few zombies in our way and stabbing them as they were pinned to the ground. Slowly and carefully we managed to push the trailer towards the side of the house, constantly ...