Zombies and Girls

I was walking home from a friend's 18th birthday party.

We had a great time tonight, drank a lot, and I was a little tipsy.

I'm 18 too, a young, very pretty girl, and I'm always popular at parties.

This night is one I'll never forget.

I'm a bit tired and want to get home as soon as possible for a good night's sleep. I had a choice: spend half the time walking through a cemetery or take
the longer route home.

"To hell with it," I said, and walked into the cemetery.

I've never liked cemeteries; they're always eerie and give me a bit of fear.

And now I was walking through a cemetery at 2 a.m., but it would get me to bed sooner.

It was a full moon tonight, and the bright moonlight shone down on the earth, making it easy for me to see the way ahead.

There was a lot of fog on the ground, up to my knees, but I'd be home soon, and everything would be alright.

As I strode through the cemetery, I heard a sound, like a low groan.

"Someone must have gotten drunk after the party," I thought.

I chuckled softly and continued walking.

Now I was in the center of the cemetery, and the groans seemed to grow louder.

There were about ten large trees in the middle of the cemetery, and the groans were coming from there.

I smiled and decided to see who was lying there.

I quietly went behind a tree, peeked around, but no one was there. I carefully went behind another tree and then jumped out,

laughing and shouting, "Hey!" But still no one was there.

I checked tree by tree, but found no one.

I started to get a little bored, and just as I was about to leave, I heard a loud groan coming from behind a tree I hadn't checked yet.

I ran to that tree, faced it, and knelt down. I told you I was a little drunk.

I slowly got up and rubbed my nose. I wondered what their expressions would be when they saw me; would they be terrified?

"Damn it, I don't care," I thought with a laugh.

I'm about 5 feet 3 inches tall and weigh 105 pounds. I could easily kick his ball, and his lover would be terrified.
I could easily run away.

I looked excitedly behind the tree and saw a nice, muscular man's ass.

In fact, I saw the back half of a naked man, my eyes fixed on that strong ass.

But he was alone, standing there.

He let out a low groan.

I guessed he was masturbating.

My curiosity grew stronger.

I wanted to see him rubbing his penis, I wanted to see the size of his penis, just how big it was.

I hid behind the tree, leaning out, trying to see his front.

But my hand slipped from the tree, and I fell face-first to the ground.

I collapsed in the smoke and heard him walking towards me.

I quickly stood up, wanting to apologize, but I couldn't speak.

I stood there, stunned, almost unable to breathe.

The man was facing me, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

His skin was blue, his face a gruesome mess, one eyeball dangling from his cheek, and he had only five rotten teeth in his mouth, blood dripping from it.

A large hole in his body oozed yellow fluid.

A gaping wound stretched from his chest to his abdomen.

Insects and maggots crawled out of the wound on his abdomen, and his penis, thick and hard, was covered in rotting flesh.

This thing stared intently at me, scrutinizing me from head to toe.

"I have to run," I thought instinctively.

The thing's dull brown eyes stared at me, revealing a terrifying smile.

I shook my head violently, finally snapping out of my daze.

A single word it groaned sent chills down my spine: "vagina."

I turned around, not knowing which way to go, and ran for my life. I didn't care where I ended up; I just wanted to get away from this zombie as quickly as possible.

As I ran, something on the ground grabbed my foot, causing me to fall.

Because of the thick fog on the ground, I couldn't see what was grabbing me, but I quickly stood up. The zombie staggered towards me behind me;
it was moving slowly, and I thought it couldn't possibly grab me.

I tried to run again, but something grabbed my foot, causing me to fall to the ground again.

Looking closer at my foot, I screamed in terror.

I saw a hand reaching out from the ground, gripping my ankle.

The muscles on this hand were almost completely rotten, but very strong.

I tried to pry the hand off, trying to free my ankle, but only managed to tear off some rotting flesh between the fingers.

As I desperately tried to break free, another hand reached out from the ground and grabbed my other ankle.

"Oh my God, help!" I screamed.

Then my long brown hair was grabbed, and my head was pulled towards the ground.

It was the rotten hand I was desperately trying to pry off that was grabbing my hair.

Two more hands reached out from below and grabbed my wrists.

Now my wrists and ankles were tightly gripped, and I screamed loudly.

But another hand reached out and covered my mouth, and four more hands emerged from the ground. Two hands grabbed my breasts, and the other two
placed on my buttocks.

The two hands covering my breasts tore open my white shirt, the buttons flying off.

They then pulled off my bra, exposing my full breasts and erect nipples.

Lying on the ground made me feel a little cold.

The two hands on my buttocks tore off my skirt and then gripped my buttocks tightly.

The two hands that had been holding my ankles slowly moved up to behind my knees.

Both hands were very large, able to grasp my entire knees. The two hands pushed forward, bringing my knees close to my chest, and then spread my legs wide apart.
Even though a rotting hand covered my mouth, I still screamed desperately.

"Why is this happening? What will happen next?" I thought.

I heard a low groan, and looking between my legs, I saw the zombie.

It looked at me, a hideous smile on its face, then groaned and clearly uttered the word, "vagina."

The two hands that had ripped off my shirt and bra began to knead my breasts.

Knead, release, knead, release, again and again, like a damned machine.

The zombie knelt between my legs, tearing off my sexy yellow lace panties with one hand.

I trembled with fear, letting out a suppressed scream.

It parted my labia and plunged its blood-stained, purplish-black tongue deep into my soft, warm vulva.

As that cold tongue invaded my wet, hot hole, I screamed incessantly.

I could feel its tongue licking my vulva, then deeply penetrating inside, rubbing against my vaginal walls.

As I screamed, it continued to play with me, withdrawing its purplish-black tongue from my vagina and beginning to suck on my clitoris.
My lower abdomen tensed as it licked my clitoris.

My breathing quickened, and the hands kneading my breasts moved faster. I felt myself approaching orgasm.

"How could this be?" I thought. "Could I really orgasm under this dead man's rape?"

And indeed, a powerful orgasm washed over me, almost making me faint.

My arms trembled, my thighs spasmed, my eyes closed, and my screams turned into moans of pleasure.

The zombie watched me orgasm before it, a sinister smile spreading across its rotten face.

When my orgasm ended, I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

I stared at the blue, decaying corpse between my legs, wanting to kill it, but do you know how to kill something that's already dead?

The hands kneading my breasts were still moving, my breasts swollen from the orgasm and their squeezing.

I looked at the zombie; its cold hands were on my buttocks.

I couldn't believe what it was going to do to me next, but it was real. It straddled me, ready to fuck me, to have sex with me.

I twisted my arms desperately, trying to push it away, but to no avail.

My knees were gripped tightly, my limbs spread wide.

Its face was right in front of mine.

"Vagina."

Then, its cold, hard penis plunged into my hot, wet vagina.

I screamed as it began to gently rape me. Blood dripped from its mouth onto my neck, its protruding eyeball dangling in front of my eyes,
occasionally brushing against my cheek and nose. I thought I was going crazy.

It continued to thrust in and out of my vagina, slowly but powerfully.

Its rotting penis was like a thick icicle going in and out of my vagina.

It plunged its damned penis deep into my lubricated vagina, its breath somewhere between the smell of blood and rotting corpse. It lowered its head to lick my left
nipple , its rotten teeth touching it. I screamed again in terror.

Those two dead hands were still squeezing and kneading my breasts.

It licked the blood dripping from its mouth from my nipples as it fucked my vagina.

I felt extremely nauseous and turned my head to vomit.

I was lying naked on the ground, my limbs spread wide apart by a corpse, being raped by a zombie.

It was thrusting its rotting, icy-cold penis into my vagina, licking the blood from my nipples.

Each time it penetrated me, something would come out of my mouth.

It stopped sucking my breasts, and the rhythm of its thrusting quickened.

I knew what was coming next, even though I didn't want it to.

It was about to ejaculate inside my wet vagina.

I struggled desperately, but it was no use. It arched its back and groaned,

"Vagina,"

and then shot its cold semen into my vagina.

My body's reaction betrayed me; I reached orgasm again.

It must have been because my vagina was so wet and hot, while its penis and semen were so cold.

The contrast between hot and cold created a powerful stimulation that brought me to orgasm.

My whole body trembled, my vagina tightly gripping its cold penis, squeezing it, trying to extract every last drop of its semen. It wasn't like a normal man
ejaculating inside me.

It wasn't sticky or hot; it was cold and lumpy, like ice.

It felt like someone had poured cold, spoiled milk into my vagina.

You know what spoiled milk is like? It clumps together and is very cold—that's what it felt like when its semen was injected into my vagina. It pulled its
cold and walked away, while I was still in the throes of an intense orgasm.

The hands that had been gripping me slowly retreated back into the ground. First, there were the hands gripping my knees, then the hands squeezing my breasts, the hands pulling my hair, and the hands
covering my mouth.

I lay there helplessly and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sun had already risen. I grabbed my clothes and ran home; everyone was still asleep.

I rushed to the bathroom to wash myself. As I lay in bed after my shower, I began to recall what had happened at the cemetery.

Someone must have put hallucinogens in my drink at the party, causing me to hallucinate.

But only a month later, I discovered I was pregnant, and no one knew the secret.

I was rather thin, and my appearance hadn't changed much.

Two months later, a baby boy was suddenly born.

But the doctors and nurses told me he was stillborn.

I asked them about the baby, and they said his skin was blue and his body was cold.

I was discharged the next day, but I found that my breasts were producing milk, but the milk was bloody and cold, not warm.

I was terrified.

That night, I secretly slipped back to the hospital morgue. My baby was clinging to me tightly.

I took out my breast, put my nipple in his mouth, and squeezed the bloody milk into his mouth. His eyes widened, and he began to
suckle .

His eyes and hair were black, and his body was blue and cold, like his father. I had given birth to a zombie baby.

As we left the hospital, he clung tightly to my breast.

I looked up at the sky, wondering what would become of us, but that was another story.

[The End]

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