Dad's Turning

 With a roar, he stumbled over to me.  My eyes welled up and he shouldered his way through the grinding mass of undead flesh.  I looked into his eyes, and thought I saw something when he looked into mine.  He tore the front of his pants open.  My father's undead cock stood out, throbbing painfully and leaking a yellowish cum.  He looked down at me, and roared.

 The sound of human skull cracking is similar to a coconut being smashed.  The carpenter's hammer that my father held demolished Vance's face in one forceful swing.  A wet, schlupping sound echoed over the groans as his brain leaked out the side.  With his hard-won manual labor's muscles, Dad turned to the next one.  He growled, an icy fire in his dead eyes, and brought the hammer sideways into the zombie's head.  It too, fell over and started twitching.  He grabbed the one fucking my mouth by the hair, pulled his head back, and swung the hammer full ****, smashing open its face.  It hit the ground hard.  I felt another cock slide into my pussy, but at this point, I didn't care.  My Dad smashed the thing's head open with three rapid, solid swings of the hammer. 

  He stood and turned around.  Gore and brain had splashed across his face.  The hammer dripped with blood and chunks of skull fragments that had little bits of hair still attached.  He took two steps, and swung the hammer side-arm.  The wet, popping sound of bone and the fact that it fell backwards and out of me let me know what had happened.  He looked around at his work.  They were all immobile.  He stood there, in front of my sobbing, cum soaked body.  My hair was matted with the stuff, and I tingled all over.  The blood dripped from the hammer, and I tried to cover myself with the tatters of clothing I had been wearing.  He groaned, and gritted his teeth.  I glanced back at him.  He looked like he was trying to restrain himself.  I looked down at the throbbing manhood that stood out in front of him...