1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches inserts a welcome break, a carrot and a strange hospital room


    Date: 2/19/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Anal, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Fisting, Group Sex, Interracial, Lesbian, Masturbation, Mature, Oral Sex, Threesome, Toys, Transvestite, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    For Becky. A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not sold a violet all day. She was sitting on a low garden wall, by a makeshift shop she had made out of a few sticks and cardboard boxes, playing shop and selling whatever she had found in the garden earlier. The violets were pretty, and she wasn't at all sad not having sold any, as she really wanted to keep them for herself. Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! The little girl was a young woman now, leading a crew of raggedy pirates across the caribbean in a quest for gold, fame and glory, and all the wenches she could get in between. As exciting as it was, feeling the salty breeze on her face and breasts, the wind in her hair and hearing the shouts of the men on the deck below, something in the back of her mind began to stir and grow louder. At that very moment, a young intern at City Hospital was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly. The girl and pirate queen were jumbled together in a tumble of images, thoughts and emotions. Could it be that she was the sister of the boy in Kansas who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of the maid who had escaped from the pirates? The intern frowned. Putting his papers aside, he rushed out of the room to get the doctor before the mysterious woman became fully conscious, hoping they could figure out what to do with her. I know all this, because the ...
    patient in room 213 was me. How I had gotten there is all a bit fuzzy, and I had only pieced it together with the things I had been told afterwards. I remember our group arriving in Brixen after we fled the zombies in the abbey, bringing with us two of the sisters, Adele and Marilena, who had not been infected, all of us cramped together in the station wagon. Coming off the mountain path, we almost immediately got into a jam, as most of the roads through and around the city were crowded with cars and zombies. I stopped the car a little out of sight of the few zombies that were crawling over and around the lines of cars, trying to get a better view of the situation. Becky stepped beside me as I stared down into the city, watching the river Eisack shimmer in the distance beyond streets and houses, all filled with hordes of infected mutants, no doubt. "So, what now?" Rebekka asked after minutes of silence. I shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Somehow we'll have to get to the water," I said, just trying to get my thoughts in order and not having any plan yet. "Preferably with the boat." I turned around and looked at the trailer we've been pulling all across the mountain, while the two nuns and Antonia were getting out of the car to stretch their limbs. "I guess someone needs to go down into town to scout out the situation," I sighed. My wife ran her fingers through her short hair, eyeing the group sceptically. "Yeah, well," she said, "I guess we both know that someone won't be ...
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