The Urge

In spasmotic, jerking motions, he approached. His hand stretched out, his teeth gritting, yet still he came for me. I shook my head, unable to make any sense of it. I felt his strong, gore encrusted hand touch my bare shoulder. When I tried to pull away, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the floor. I flailed my legs and beat his chest and face with balled up fists. Tears fell from my eyes and ran down my cheeks, but it didn't matter.

 I felt his cockhead jabbing at my hole.  I pushed away as best I could, but I couldn't budge him.  He dropped the hammer, and held one of my legs behind the knee.  The other hand pinned a shoulder to the ground.  I gritted my teeth and turned away as I felt his shaft slide into my now very well lubricated hole.  He was half grunting, half groaning.  As he slid it in and out of me, small droplets of blood from his rended neck fell onto my pale skin.  His shirt chafed against me.  I don' t know why this violation is so easy to recall, but it stands out...

I could smell the minty aftershave mixed with the coppery blood on his neck. I could feel the callouses from his powerful hands on my smooth skin. I could feel each vein on his cock as it pressed against my moist, inner walls. His eyes were a bluish gray, not the brilliant hazel they once were. His skin was cooling down by the minute. No thoughts were behind those eyes; no life, no love. Only the Urge.

My breasts bounced as he hammered into me again and again. The others were dead, but I would take a thousand of their violations to this. I didn't even have tears anymore. I just bounced beneath him, my legs spread, my pussy wet, and I didn't know why...

It was slow, creeping sensation. I felt it crawl up from my pussy, along my spine, and into my brain. I felt my juices flowing, my breath deepen. My hips seemed to rotate on their own, and my arms rose to encircle his neck. I couldn't believe what I was doing, even as I did it. I was...moaning! Moaning like a whore while I was pinned under my zombie **** father. I was...grinding against him, pressing myself down deeper onto him. My erect, puffy nipples scraped the rough fabric of his workshirt.

He pounded in faster and faster, groaning in more and more agony. It was as if he were dying a little bit with each thrust. I wrapped my legs around him, and felt his cock slide all the way in and all the way out, over and over and over!

Suddenly, I tensed up. A bolt of electricity shot though me. I arched my back, opened my mouth and gasped for air. A shower of sparks exploded behind my eyes as my body was racked with orgasm after orgasm. My legs twitched and shook. I squeezed his waist with my thighs and buried my face into his chest as I moaned and moaned again and again. They just kept coming, I couldn't stop myself.

Finally, I felt him thrust in deep and stay there. His face contorted in a thousand ways, and a groan/ roar escaped his lips. I could feel the cum shooting inside me, filling me up, dripping down and out of my hole. He spasmed again and again, shooting load after load into me. He held him tight as spent himself inside of me.

He went limp, and moaned contentedly. I must have been out of my mind, because I pushed him over and straddled him, bucking up and down on his still erect cock, squeezing the last drops out of him. Within a minute, he was limp. I pulled myself off of him, and didn't really come back to my senses until I was in the shower...