1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 7


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    had the previous owner and a few zombies to deal with, but as a reward, Rebekka took his green leather racing suit and somehow managed to squeeze her voluptuous body inside. She wasn't able to close the zipper, though, so her wide breasts were now barely covered by the leather overall, which opened all the way down to her crotch and further, as it tore apart right between her legs. Which was just the way she wanted it, I imagine. I turned halfway towards her and answered: "Yeah, well, my..." I paused. The memories of myself, driving his bike, learning the curves, were just too strong. "I've done it before," I finished the sentence, turning back towards the road. We passed long rows of cars, and more than once had to dodge zombies or squeeze past a road block. It would be only a matter of time until we'd run into a situation where we'd be trapped and surrounded, and so wherever possible I tried to take a parallel road that was less travelled, or even cross a field or vinyard at the side of the road. It made for bumpy driving, but felt safer. Our bags and the spears and shields were all strapped to the sides of the bike, banging loudly whenever I hit a bump in the road. The sound must attract the attention of zombies for miles around, and I could only hope we'd be faster than them. After a while, I felt Rebekka's hands caress my breasts. She was no longer clinging on to me, but seemed to begin enjoying the ride, the wind on her skin and the vibrations of the engine between her ...
    legs. It certainly left a nice impression on me, and so when she began to run her fingers down my stomach and between my legs, I just spread them a little further and drove slower to enjoy the sensation. She began rubbing me, slipping two fingers into my moist and always hungry cunt, crooking them inside as if she wanted to hook into my fuckhole to keep from falling off. While she was fingering me, she began to lick and nibble my earlobe, sending shivers all over my body, down from my neck to my ever-wettening crotch. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I took an exit and let the bike roll down a small dirt road leading into a vinyard, then stopped and turned it off. "God, you need to fuck me now," I moaned, bending forward across the handle and pushing my butt up towards her. Rebekka knew just what to do. She ran her fingers across my fat, white buttocks and spread them apart, then leaned back on the seat of the bike and arched her hips up. The green leather tore and spread all around her hairy black muff, and she shot a steaming stream of piss straight out of it onto my ass. I gasped at the sensation and immediately got raunchy. My dirty little piss whore of a wife spread my butt cheeks even wider and managed to get my horny asshole to gape, aiming her piss at it until I felt it run into my bowels, filling them up with warm, wet liquid. I groaned some more and when the pressure from her bladder ceased, I wished the feeling could go on forever. Instead, she pushed three ...
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