Zombified Priest

Kelly was too lost in the action she was doing for it to dawn on her fast enough as to who opened the confessional door. She had one hand pulling her thong asside to give herself easy access and the other hand was sliding against her slide, slipping a finger inside of herself.

She watched the handle turn and through it might be her brother so she turned around and opened her legs, so the minute he opened the door he would be greated to quite a surprise, but it wasn't her brother.

What stood infront of her took her voice, before her stood what looked like a 40 something priest, his hair was brown and dirty, his eyes wore grey and sunken into their sockets, surprisingly his teeth wore gone, but his mouth was bruised as if someone had kicked it in the mouth to escape. The zombie wore the robes of a priest but had no pants on as Kelly noticed a portion of the robes that covered his leg had been ripped away. She could see a large chuck of flesh was missing from his leg.

Kelly didnt know what to do, in her current position she couldn't exactly escape, she wanted to cry out for help but her voice wasn't there. The priest looked at her through grey eyes. It was almost like it was studying her.

The zombie Priest reached out with one hand and hooked her thong in its and and with a simple pull it snapped the moist material and it fell to the floor. The zombie reached out and held Kelly by her neck, it didnt **** her but held her steady on the seat.

The Zombie's first instinct was to deliver a killing blow so it leaned down and bit into Kelly's neck, Kelly wanted to scream but the strong grip on her neck helded her steady. But inside it tickled..... Kelly looked at the zombie as it tried to bite into her naked flesh but with teeth it could not break the skin, it tried again, againsg her collor bone but nothing.

It moved its head down to her right breast and tried to bite again but failed, although this time it sparked something in Kelly, a twinge of pleasure. It also sparked something in the zombie, one of its basic instincts was not only to feed but being a male was to mate. It remebered what woman flesh was.

It clamped its toothless mouth against Kelly's breast and conitnued with the bitting, this caused Kelly to gasp a bit, as pleasure was hitting her body and not pain.

The zombie let go of Kelly's neck, and lowred its wethered hand to her other breast, squeezing the soft flesh. If Kelly didnt know it was a zombie it was almost like one of her ex-boyfriends who loved to suck and play with her breasts.

She froze as the zombie continued to lavish attention on her breasts, it then slowly left go of her breast and started to fall into a kneeling position, its strong hands holding onto her wasit as it lowered its head to her wet and exposed pussy.

Now would be the perfect time for Kelly to call for help, or perhaps try to make a break for it, although the zombie was holding on tight, maybe Kelly should wait for a better chance to escape, not wanting it angry with her?