The Huge Green Zombie

There is one zombie in town that you can always count on. A massive green-skinned gentleman, eight feet tall, built like an NFL linebacker and sporting a thick nine inch dick. Even other zombies tend to avoid his territory, given how brutal he can get. But you don't fear him, not even a little. If you wanted to avoid him, your skate would allow you to outrun him quite easily. But you don't want to avoid him, not today. You're pissed about... huh... something. You already forgot why you were unhappy. Maybe it's just the eternal dread again, the weight of living **** on your shoulder. Whatever it is, brutal pounding will definitely help you forget your worries.

He's lurking in his usual spot, staring at nothing. If you could still speak, the sight of him would elicit a whispered "Ooooh, mama," from your lips. This hung mastodon puts every other zombies to shame, and you feel rivulets of cunt juice running down your thighs from merely gazing at his massive muscular body.

You spit out the tasteless gum; You won't need it anymore. Casually, you roll up to the titan, the sound of wheels on asphalt drawing his attention. You meet his gaze as you pass in front of him, and he seems to show an inkling of interest. Sadly, that inkling is not enough to make him move. He must've gotten laid recently to be so calm at the sight of a good-looking girl strolling on his turf. Does he remember you? Does he remember any of the zombies he's fucked?

Maybe he needs some more motivation. As you approach him, his size only appears more daunting. You're of average height, which means he's easily two heads taller than you. Once you're within his freakishly long arms' reach, you turn and bend forward, exposing your crotch. The rip in your booty shorts reveal your vulva and asshole, and you hope this is enough to entice him.

One giant hand grab your waist, telling you outright that your seduction tactic worked as intended. He lifts you with ease, holding you against his chest with one arm. You look down, and his enormous cock stands straight, just below your crotch. You can feel it pulsing against your nethers, and it fills you with giddiness.

With his free hand, he grabs his dick and places it so the tip is ready to enter your vagina. You wait for it to penetrate you, to stretch you out, and the anticipation feels exhilarating. His grip on your midriff gets tighter as he lowers you on his dick, as if he was handling a vulgar sex toy. A high-pitched moan escapes your lungs as your cunt stretches open around the immense green phallus. On your first descent, he goes slowly. But, as soon as your crotch reaches his balls, his grip gets tighter, and you know the brutal pounding is about to begin.

He pumps you up and down over his dick, fucking your tight cunt with a feral intensity. Your moans don't last long, for his grip squeezes your diaphragm tight. Luckily for you, undeads don't need to breathe.

Your tongue hangs out from your open, quiet mouth as he hammers your insides, shaping your fuck hole around his massive dick. It feels horribly good, and you relish in this act of depravity. The clap of your cheeks against his hips resonates across the empty street, and you wonder how many people, living or dead, are listening to your debasement.

You grit your teeth and clench your toes as you feel your orgasm coming. If your lungs could still pick up air, you would let out a cry of ecstasy while the wave of pleasure filled you. A powerful jet of cunt juice sprays forward and your body trembles from head to toe. That doesn't stop the hulking lad, who keeps clobbering your womb.

His incessant pummeling sustains your orgasm for what feels like hours. And then, he reaches his own climax. He pulls you down harshly and lets out a boisterous grunt, filling your ears with his gruff voice. Thick creamy jizz floods your womb, and the big guy's hold on your waist weakens a little, allowing you to breathe in. You let out a pathetic moan as you start to come down from your climax.

You feel a few more spurts inside you, and then he unhands you, letting you fall to his feet. Something wet falls on your back, and you realize that the green zombie wasn't done ejaculating. The last few ropes paint your back, and then he lets out a long, satisfied sigh. Neither of you have said anything during the whole encounter, but words weren't necessary. You both enjoyed it, and you know you can come back to him if you ever feel the need again.

You get up on shaky legs, feeling his sperm leaking out of your throbbing pussy and running down your thighs. And then you roll away, enjoying your newfound bliss. It won't last, but... for now, it's good enough.