Alright, here it is, a third warning of watersports. If you don’t like it, turn back now. Otherwise, enjoy!
Just as I had cleaned her up and slipped her clothes haphazardly back on, I took the Z-girl in my arms and carried her out princess style. By this point, I was kept going by full on panic and fear and somehow found myself walking to the store’s best kept hiding spot: The Plumbing hole.
The Hole is a small pocket of random stuff in the back of the store, where most of our plumbing supply is. But even more odd, was the fact that I went halfway across the store to get there and not a single person could see I was carrying a semi-dead, unconscious body.
However, I finally reach the Hole and lay her down on top of a pallet of boxed tub liners, which believe it or not, is actually pretty comfortable. I pace back and forth down the narrow walkway of the plumbing hole for about twenty minutes, before she wakes up again.
My first instinct was, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rape you.”
God that was stupid.
She rubbed her eyes, “It’s okay…. Thankies though.”
She stretched out and, for what felt like the first time, made me see her full appearance. She was quite plump for a zombie girl, a bit nice and curvy now that I thought about it. Her eyes from before were as empty as they were now, but with a little more hint of green, and even a small, almost unnoticeable, piercing on the left corner of her nose. Other than that, I had put her back into her gray jeans, which I won’t say how tight they were, and her casual black tee, which gave hints of her erect nipples too.
I already had sex with her and I’m getting horny, again!?
“I kinda need to thank you for…doing that.” She spread over the makeshift bed hiding her face in the collar of her shirt, “When you’re undead, you need a source of…lubrication?…like a machine does.”
“So, basically…you needed someone to fuck you so you could move?”
Shakes her head, “Yep. Quite stupid really.” She blushed a bit, “Y-You were really good too, I’ll give you that…”
“And that’s another thing, you were a virgin?”
She went completely red, despite her pale complexion, “I-I…yes I was, but I needed to…move and survive I guess? It wasn’t much of a big deal-“
“It is a big deal!” I blurt out. I didn’t mean for that to be too loud. “That is…kinda a sacred thing. Trust me, you’ll regret doing that in the long run.”
Was now stepping into some personal territory, which probably made me seem kinda irritable to her, but no, she just bounced back like a happy little doggie.
“Well, that would be true, but I plan on sticking with you for a while.” Cutsie smile at the end.
“You heard me. You took my V-card, now you get to take responsibility.”
Line straight from a hentai.
She says this right as she starts to slide off the pallet all seductive-like and proceeds to get really close to me. If anything at this point, with those beautiful, despite undead, lips in reach, I would’ve jumped at the chance of more of that sex. Then my radio goes off and brings me back to reality.
They start calling my name over the radio, probably trying to see where I am. I look to the Z-girl, “Look, we can talk about this later, but I have to work. Just…stay back here for a little while. I’ll come up with an excuse and we’ll head outta here okay?”
She only gave me a slight nod and sat back down on the pallet, albeit still semi-seductively. I’m not gonna lie, I was expecting more of a fight. I guess I can thank whichever God for that not happening.
Before I skip off back to my station again, I just had to know. “Hey, what’s your name?”
She looked kinda sleepy and drowsy on the pallet, “Jane.”
“John. Nice to meet you Jane.”
. . .
I waited about an hour before heading up to my boss and make up some bullshit excuse that I’m having stomach pains and going home. I chat him up for a few minutes with how I went to some hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant and he bought it after that. Don’t underestimate the power of spicy foods.
So I run back to retrieve my bag and go to the Hole to find Jane still sitting on that pallet, reading one of our fliers for some barn equipment. She managed to word out, “Dull. What else can I re-“
I cut her off by pulling her with me as we head up the main isle and out the store front; just barely miss the gaze of my boss. Whew, hard part accomplished.
“So where do you live?”
I look back to see the Z-girl holding her fingers around a belt loop of my jeans. “I live close enough to walk.”
As per my usual routine, I head up the low running hill beside the store, followed by Jane around my belt loops still. I push her gently in front of me and walk with her up the hill and, after some where around ten minutes had passed, finally said, “Okay, I’m scared for my life right now.”
She just sputters a laugh, “Pfft, what!? Why?”
“Think of it this way, I just raped you in my work’s bathroom, came inside you, then made you endure the golden shower, and you’re treating it like nothing. Now tell me why I shouldn’t think that you are either going to kill me or get the cops on me?”
She smiled. I shit you not, she smiled and put her arm around me and said, “As I said you helped me out. Trust me, getting raped in a public bathroom wasn’t my best idea but it still worked.”
I move a way just a tad back to the side of the road, “How in the hell did you even get tied up like that?!”
Then she kinda retreated back behind me and held to the back of my shirt, “T-that’s not important…”
“Come on tell me.”
She gave off a whimper and mumbled, “I did it myself…”
“You tied yourself up? That good?!”
“Yeah, I know I’m a big pervert! Sue me…” She kinda grumbled under her breath.
Once more, shoving her beside me, I start fingering for my headphones, “I wouldn’t, I’m a bigger perv than you. Music?”
She rolled her eyes, “Doubtful. Sure, you got some Motely Krue?”
I hand her one side, “Says you. Gimme one sec…” I tab on my phone screen a few times and we’re blessed with some good 80’s Rock.
Both of us were kinda swaying and knocking our heads around like we were center stage in a Hall of Fame concert. Definitely not your everyday, looking couple.
. . .
About another ten minutes later, we arrive down Winscott street and round the corner of the Village Creek apartment complex. By this point, I’ve turned the music off and lead her up the stairs to my building.
I’m now feeling like that embarrassed school boy inviting his first girl over. “Sorry about the mess, I don’t usually have company here.”
She twirls her tousled hair, “It’s fine really. I don’t expect much out of you.”
“I don’t know if that’s an insult or a compliment.”
“A bit of both.”
We pass by my Manticore neighbor, who I greeted on the way to my door. As I turned the key and opened up, I see my neighbor giving Jane a wink and thumbs up, to which she returned likewise.
We get inside and I wave off my neighbor and shut the door. Neighbors are always nosy.
“What did you tell her?”
Jane smiled, “Nothing at all. She was just glad to see you with a girl.”
Damn neighbors. “Well…home sweet home.”
I point to the small entry room where I had a modest couch, a tv and converter, and a sprawl of pillows. To the left of those was a kitchen with horrible yellow tile for counter tops, green cabinetry, and a small microwave and fridge.
“Well, it is a bit messy, but not as bad as I was expecting.”
I drop my bag on the couch. “Thanks…want anything to…never mind.”
“What? Forgot I was a Zombie?”
“Yeah…it’s a force of habit. If its any consolation, you don’t look too like a Zombie.”
“Oh I bet you say that to all the girls.” She drops down onto the couch and hugs a pillow. Great, already marking her territory.
I look in the fridge and pull out some last bit of pizza from the other night and immediately chow down. Pizza is pizza no matter if it’s cold.
“So…Jane, what do you mean take responsibility? I apologized and all that, plus you were kinda asking for it, so what?”
She thought for a moment, “Well…I’m not sure really, but I was wondering if you could help me out you know? I’m kinda new to the monster scene here…”
“Help you out how?”
“Well…you could let me crash here for a bit…maybe?”
Should’ve figured it was coming to this. “You’d really want to stay here? In a strangers apartment? I wouldn’t really mind letting you, but I really only have a couch and air mattress, not even a full bed.”
“That’s fine, “She points to the door next to me and giggles, “That’s the bedroom, huh? Bet you got porno mags there too.”
I shrug, “So what if I do? And don’t change the subje-“
She jumped from the couch and threw the pillow at me and knocked the pizza out of my hands. Fuck, it was the last one. She flew off to the door and slipped right on through. I get in to the closet sized room, to see her already starring at my, what was supposed to be, hidden hentai stash and giggling like a school girl.
“Hey! I had this one too!” She was going through it and reading the shit like it was People magazine.
I snatch it out of her hands, “Were you raised in a barn? You don’t just up and look at other people’s porn! You have to ask to see.”
As I set the comic back on the dresser, I feel the world turn upside down as I was pulled down onto my air mattress. Next thing my eyes got was not the ceiling but Jane’s face, licking her lips.
“You didn’t ask to see mine, so you owe me~”
“See your wha-?” She inhaled my lips before I finished speaking and went wild on my mouth. For the first time, I felt powerless and like hell was I gonna make her stop. She broke away and pushed me harder against the mattress, fumbling her buttons off her pants.
“It’s my turn to enjoy~”
I slip my jeans halfway off as quick as I can, “The hell are you talkin’ about? I fucked you silly. and you know it!”
Throwing her gray jeans and black panties aside, she threw herself higher up to my mouth and turned her ass to me, grinding her wet mound against my lips, “Then do it again~”
I found what they meant by ‘eat the booty like groceries’.
I grabbed around her thighs plunged tongue first into her wet pussy, slurping and licking like it was reflex. She yelped a bit and started bubbling her hips back and forth off my mouth; at the same time, rubbing at the tip of her clit.
“Ahh~ Fuck John~”
My tongue was pushing through her folds and thrashing in her like it was drowning. My hands found their way around her legs and onto her nice big ass, making dimples in where my fingers clenched.
“You tashte gwood. Mhmm.” Was all I could really muffle out from under her. I’ve gone down on chicks before but for some reason this was better. Her snatch actually tasted sweet and her juices dribbled out like A class honey.
Jane, shoved her legs closer to my head and buried me in her crotch, shivering out her teeth, “O-oh God~!”
She was vigorously rubbing her clit and making cute moans every time I poked inside her. Just then I felt it clench and tighten.
“Get ready pervert boy, it’s my turn to give you the shower~”
No sooner said than done, did her pee hole open up and cascaded her clear mist. She gasped a few times as the relieving sensation over took her and rubbed her pissing slit all over my face.
If she thought this was punishment, hell no!
I took her by surprise and gobbled her whole snatch into my mouth and clamped down around her thighs to where she couldn’t move away. I made several gulps of that bitter goodness and almost chucked a few loose drops of it when I saw her writhe and stiffen in orgasm; with a laudable “Ahh~!”
When she finally stopped and slide off of my head, I made sure to hold that last bit in my mouth and gulped it down right in front of her eyes, followed by a breath of hot air and a smile.
Then, I shit you not, she full on fucking kissed me! I don’t mean like reserved or a peck, I mean we full on sucked faces. After long and drawn out french, she pulled right off and licked her lips, “I like the taste of that~”
I have never had a harder boner in my life. This shit was hard enough to break the vault at Fort Knox.
I seize her and push her back down on the mattress with strength I thought left me and capped her mouth with my own before she could gasp or protest. Even better, I leapt in such a way to line up just perfectly with her pussy and slid right on in without resistance.
Her moans erupted from our mouths and I smoothly dig into her folds, slowly easing all the way down to hilt. It was completely different than it was in the toilet. This warm feeling of us clung to each other, this passion, was way more intense than it was before.
I had all the time in the world, and I was going to appreciate everything about Jane. I snaked my hands up her black shirt and grab hold of her modest breasts and thumbed about over her nipples, all the while pushing and pulling in and out of her like a slow moving piston.
With Jane, everything just became calmer. She raked her fingers along my back and shred through the back of my work shirt, running up into my hair too as she continued to eagerly kiss.
Her now stretched shirt had worn it’s way up around her neck and her breasts now pressed against me with almost unnatural softness. She finally pushed my lips away and placed one finger on them.
That cracked the whip.
I lay up on my knees and put my arms around her thick ass and stood up with her bottom half in the air and slammed harder. She almost immediately started yelling out, cursing out God or anyone else that was listening, as I hit the base of her womb repeatedly.
I didn’t care who heard or knew what was going on now, I was fucking Jane so hard I felt like a marathon runner. I could feel the insides of her get wetter and wetter as our pre fluids mixed; making those sweet dirty sex noises that just made me want to fuck her harder.
Jane got the same way. She was moaning and yelling out the top of her lungs, incoherent words flung out as her snatch was invaded. Her hands were uselessly grasping at the mattress, which thankfully didn’t burst, and her feet wrung themselves up to my neck. From this position, it seemed like I was banging a bonifide gymnast.
I felt the walls of her clit squeeze on my with a soft lined, iron grip and all but begged for my seed. Just over the humble twin mounds, I could see Jane’s ‘O’ing mouth and her eyes pleading.
With a few more herculean thrusts, we reached a brief stop before the dam broke and I shot ropes of cum down her twitching womb. Jane let out an almost ear breaking scream of ecstasy and jolted her hips sporadically on my impaling cock, her orgasm sending her whole body in a fit.
I lost all feeling in my legs and dropped back down to my knees again and collapsed on her. We stayed like that for a while, just laying on her as we both breathed like worn out dogs. Her body still twitching from the after shocks of orgasm as mine was almost completely limp, save for my steel beam still stuck in her snatch.
After what felt like an eternity, she brushed at my hair and made a small smirk, “That…was way better…than the bathroom…”
I pecked her neck, “I always …was more of the hands-on…passionate sex kinda guy…”
We both just kinda payed there and looked at each other’s eyes for a while. Then, like it was a godsend coincidence, we both said,
. . .
Three more times after that, I was almost dead as Jane was. Well, she is a zombie, but you still get the point. She laid down coddled up on my chest and slowly drifting her hand over my stomach. We had been quiet silent for a while, save once more for our heavy panting, but that has since died down.
But now we laid in silence, as the blinds up behind us told the day was almost through.
I raked my hands through her hair and I thought to myself for a little while. Then I finally got up my courage and shuffled her a bit closer, “Hey Jane?”
She didn’t really move much, probably finding my chest to be as comfortable as any cushion. “Yeah, John?”
“Tell me about you. What are you like?”
She lets out a low hum and leans her face up to meet my eyes, “Well…I used to be alive.”
We both kinda smiled, “No doubt about that.”
She continued, “I used to live down near Frisco. I went to school at this high school across the street and was on our school volleyball team. My family consisted of me and my parents, as an only child. I graduated and was going to go to college when I died…”
I slowly kinda turn over to face her, “How’d you die?”
She hid under my arm, “It’s…it’s embarrassing….”
“You can tell me. You can tell me anything.”
She stares at me for a drawn out minute and finally sits up and places her hands in front of my face, wrists bent out. She had multiple cut lines on each wrist and a long one down the length of her arm.
How in the hell did I not see these before?
“As I said, my family was just me and my parents. They ended up arguing every night and finally divorcing, but life just sucked after that. Then one thing lead to another and soon I was just flat out depressed….and…and…”
She hadn’t realized that she was crying, at lesat not until now. There was no need for thought as I pull her back down into my arms and wrap them around her. She sobbed for a while on my chest while I softly cooed and rocked her, gently trying to calm her back down. With her this close, there was no heart beat, no pulse or nothing. She was cold like a stone in my arms, to anyone she would be dead.
But despite that, the closeness and how the fact that she actually was, semi, alive, I cursed to myself for popping another boner.
She whimpered just a bit more before noticing my secret and, to my surprise, up and laughs, “Does that thing ever go down?!”
I manage a smirk, “Not really. The thing attractes to much attention sometimes.”
Rolling out of the cradle of my arms, Jane lightly smacked my chest, “Haha~ Funny.”
We both kinda sat there for a moment and looked at each other. She still had just the bare remainder of tears left, which I casually stroke away with my fingers. There we were, two people on an air mattress, in a small crapped room in an equally small apartment, looking at each other like we just found heaven.
As I began to speak, all thoughts of everything else was gone, it was now just me and Jane. “Janie, I’m sorry that you went through that.”
She nodded slightly and managed a whisper, “It’s okay…”
This time I pull on her arms and press her directly to my chest, our noses tip to tip and eyes level with one another. “But, I’m slightly glad that it did happen…otherwise, I wouldn’t be here…with you…”
Her eyes widen and a small smile spreads upon her face, “Oh stop, John, you’ll make me cry again…”
“You can cry all you want, but you better do it in my arms.”
She lightly slapped my shoulder, “Casanova now, huh?”
“Only after a few good fucks, I guess.”
We giggle and lay there together. The image was quite different than I thought it would be: me and zombie Jane, stretched out in each other’s arms, over an air mattress in a cramped room, in a similarly cramped apartment. Not quite the way I pictured it, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Hey Jane? Were you serious? About staying, I mean?”
Her eyes glowed with joy, “Yeah…if you’ll have me…?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, but I don’t have too much to offer you know? I-I mean sure you don’t eat and stuff, but we’d need to get you clothes and stuff, a place to sleep and-“
She slipped her thigh right up the base of my dick and up against my balls, “I’ll be just fine if I get to be with you and your pussy whipper there~”
I squeeze on her ass and pull her over top of me. “Then I best better get to work, huh?”