Gretchen dug her fingers into Ronnie’s soft abdomen and pulled out ropey entrails with her hands even as she bit through Fitz’s scrotum just after he stuffed his balls into her mouth.
He wasn’t Mitch, thought Gretchen while she bounced up and down on Ronnie’s pillar, but the guy could keep a girl coming back for more. Fitz wasn’t Mitch either, the young thriller thought to herself as the big man pulled his balls out of her mouth and slapped her in the face with his massive cock before shoving it down her throat, but he had a style all his own. It had been awhile since she’d had two men at once, and she’d never in her short life had another guy without Mitch being there. There had always been a lot of voyeurism in their little gang of thrillers, ever since the beginning. The problem was that people kept dying.
Gretchen could hear the collective roars of the zombie horde on the other side over the fence. Their voices were almost loud enough to drown out the wet sounds she was making as Fitz used his grip on her hair and neck to abuse her mouth. Mixed in with the sounds of her own slurping and gagging the young thriller could nearly make out the actual words being spoken by the teeming undead. It was deeply unsettling, and Gretchen knew that she was rapidly changing to become one of them thanks to the infection. Deep-throating one man while getting impaled by another did help keep the voices at bay, and the young woman found that if she focused on fucking her two men that she didn’t feel as frightened by the havoc the infection was wreaking on her body.
All they could feel was the hunger, and the thin line between sex and violence grew thinner by the moment as they fucked fast and hard, hoping to beat the reaper long enough to ring the bell.
Gretchen arched her back against Ronnie’s muscled chest as she reached her arms over her head to grip the windshield. The young woman screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain as the two men relentlessly assaulted her body. Fitz pushed the baseball bat further into Gretchen’s tight pussy as he held the handle with one hand and used the other to grip her waist tightly in an effort to hold her body steady. Ronnie, despite being on his back, was achieving some truly impressive thrusts, and as the thriller’s cock slammed Gretchen’s ass it took Fitz to hold her in place. The big thriller knew that all three of them were losing physical sensitivity by the minute, but that didn’t change the fact that he was fucking this girl with a bat and he had to be careful.
They collided in union like that for longer than any of them would have been able to handle had they not been infected. That didn’t stop Gretchen from orgasming several times, nor did it stop the two men from climaxing, it was just that when they finally did everyone was covered blood, sweat, and nearly dead. Ronnie went first, and his moan of pleasure sounded awfully similar to the hunger moans of the undead. The thriller arched his back as he thundered inside Gretchen’s bucking body, and then fell limp against the hood of the car and ceased to move.
Gretchen was panting as she watched Fitz use one hand to shove the bat back and forth into her while pumping his own cock to the point of orgasm. The big thriller growled like an animal as he snatched a fistful of Gretchen’s hair and blasted her in the face with his hot load. Fitz’s throes of pleasure turned to fits of spasm and he fell face first into the windshield and landed motionless next to Ronnie. Gretchen licked her lips as she slid the bat out of her ravaged pussy and lifted herself off of Ronnie’s now flaccid penis. The young thriller was able to drag the two bodies into the seats, and then finally herself over the windshield and into the driver’s seat, and then cranked the keys to awaken the throaty roar of the engine.
Gretchen threw the car into gear, released the parking brake, and lit her last cigarette. She smiled at her two boys, who had turned and begun to stir, as she hit the gas and gripped the steering wheel.
She wanted to kill-fuck-eat the world.
Ronnie’s heavy hotrod was a beast of a machine, and by the time it smashed through the fence it and into the horde of undead it was moving at over seventy miles per hour with a zombie behind the wheel.
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