Tasting the Zombie Woman's Body
The female zombie charged at me, arms flailing. I quickly shoved the center of the mouth gag I’d been stretching tight with both hands straight into her gaping maw. The round sphere clamped perfectly between her viciously spread jaws.
Yes! Got it…!
The only plan I’d made before stepping into the warehouse was simple: the moment the zombie woman lunged to bite, jam the gag between her teeth.
Stay calm. I only had one chance.
Well, even if I failed, I’d get another shot. Honestly, I could just keep trying until I succeeded.
It just hurts like a bitch if she actually bites.
Luckily, I nailed it on the first try.
“Ughup, ughup, ughrrrk—”
The zombie woman buried her face in my neck. The gruesome sound of her teeth grinding against the sphere inside her mouth echoed violently in my ear. Her hair was styled in a neat updo, twisted and pinned back. I looped the belt around her small, protruding bun and cinched it tight, grunting with effort.
“Hey! Hold still, you damn auntie! Ugh, clinging to me like a bitch in heat. Then again, that’s why you tried to bite me in the first place, right? You fucking slut. You know you like young men. Since we’ve come this far, let’s just live together forever.”
I yanked the belt as tight as it would go and fastened the buckle. She wouldn’t be able to bite even if she wanted to now.
Next, I wrapped the belt-style restraints around her slender wrists that were still clutching my shoulders, then did the other side. It felt exactly like putting on handcuffs. The short chain connecting them made it practically the same thing.
“Done. Fuck… I did it!”
I had restrained the most dangerous parts of the zombie—her mouth and hands. The zombie woman was no longer a threat to me.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, the same hair now buried against my shoulder, and yanked her head back hard.
“Ughk! Ughup, grrrk!”
“Let’s get a proper look at that face. Whoa… This auntie’s got a real beauty of a face, huh?”
Pale skin stretched tight over bulging veins. Furrowed brows and defiant eyes. A straight nose. A jaw clenched with stubborn strength. Even rows of white teeth that couldn’t close because of the round gag. The untamable, beast-like aura radiating from her only stoked my desire to conquer her.
She looked to be in her mid-thirties. A young married milf who probably had a husband waiting somewhere. There was a distinct aura that only married women carried.
Her clothes were a flesh-toned dress, just as I’d guessed, and the volume was insane. Voluptuous was the word. Up close, her chest was so prominent it was almost obscene.
Gulp.
I swallowed hard and reached out with a trembling hand to grab her breast.
Squish.
“Oh! Ooh…!”
Knead, squeeze—
Squish. Squish.
The full, heavy weight of her breast filled my palm. When I dug my fingers in and kneaded, the plump flesh—resisting with a subtle springiness—molded like warm dough. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel her hard nipple poking against my fingertips.
Thirst surged through me. No matter how much I touched her, it wouldn’t be enough. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Ugh! Grrrrk!”
Riiip! Tear—! Riiiiip!
Just as I’d grown thirsty staring at her body, maybe she felt the same urge to chew my flesh. Her jaw kept jerking forward with raw hunger, so I seized her dress and ripped it wide open.
The fabric, already worn thin after years of neglect, shredded violently under my hands.
Riiiiiiip—!
It tore all the way down past her thighs. The woman’s body was left half-naked, wearing nothing but a pair of beige lace panties.
“Aah… Ah…!”
An involuntary moan of admiration slipped out. Pure ecstasy flooded me.
Her fully exposed breasts were large but not exaggerated—perfect, full tits with a milky, pale tone. Soft and smooth like pudding, the light green veins tracing beneath the skin added a strangely erotic charm. At the tips of those gently tapering mounds hung plump, delicious-looking nipples. The dark brown buds glistened with a mysterious sheen, standing stiff and proud.
Still gripping her hair, I supported her back and buried my face between her breasts.
Plump—rub, rub—
I shoved my face into her cleavage and rubbed it side to side like I was digging for treasure. The soft, yielding sensation pressing against both cheeks. This was heaven. Actual heaven!
After savoring the warm, pillowy feeling to the fullest, I pressed my lips to the inner curve of her left breast.
Smooch. Smooch. Smooch—
Slurp. Sluuurp!
I kissed, licked, sucked. I took the soft breast flesh fully into my mouth and nursed on it, slowly working my way toward the center.
“Haa… Haa…”
The swollen, taut nipple hovered right before my eyes. My breathing grew ragged.
This was the emotional first time I’d ever put my mouth on a woman’s nipple.
“Ughup! Grrrrk!”
I yanked the struggling zombie woman’s back tight against me and took the dark brown fruit into my mouth in one hungry gulp.
Slurp! Suck! Sluuuuurp, suck suck suck!
Sucking a woman’s nipple was insanely addictive. I couldn’t believe I’d gone my whole life without knowing this.
Once I had it in my mouth, I never wanted to let go. I sucked hard enough to stretch the firm bud, rolled it with my tongue, and kept nursing greedily.
It tasted good. Well, it was slightly dusty rather than sweet. Like the faint taste of accumulated dust? Yeah, definitely dust. The more I sucked, the cleaner it became. But because it was a woman’s body, even that tasted delicious to me.
Strangely, the zombie woman’s body—abandoned for decades—carried no stench at all. Unlike us humans, who start to reek after just a week without washing. Only the faint, lingering scent of flesh from the moment she died remained.
I’d heard that, contrary to the assumption that living corpses would stink, zombies actually had almost no odor. Something about the biological mechanism that produces smell shutting down after zombification. I didn’t know the exact science.
Some people even called it evolution. After all, smelling would only make hunting harder. Their bodies didn’t rot, they had no fixed lifespan, and their digestive systems were so efficient they didn’t even need to shit. All of it convinced people that zombie bodies were simply superior, evolved versions of human flesh.
“Sluuurp, suck— I knew it, but it’s actually true? That’s fascinating.”
I could probably suck on these all day.
While I kept a death grip on the hair of the zombie woman twisting her upper body and switched to her other breast, a thought suddenly hit me.
Wait. Pussy! Then I could suck on her pussy too!
If it had been one of the naked zombies wandering outside, I wouldn’t have dared—covered in god knows what kind of filth and dust. But this woman had been trapped in here the whole time. She was probably the cleanest zombie in existence.
I’d only been thinking about fucking her, but realizing zombies really didn’t smell made me want to bury my face between her legs and taste her.
“I’m going to lick every single inch of you clean, you filthy zombie bitch.”
I shoved her down.
Thud. Flop.
Maybe because she was wearing tall high heels, the push alone made her lose balance. She toppled backward and landed hard on her ass.
“Hahaha! What the hell? This is fucking hilarious.”
Sitting between her spread legs, I couldn’t stop laughing at the sight. The zombie woman kept trying to sit up, jerking her upper body, but with both hands bound in front of her, she could only twist and flop up and down repeatedly. If her legs weren’t pinned, she might have actually managed it. The way her tits bounced every time was mesmerizing.
I hooked my right hand into her panties and yanked them down. My clumsy, impatient tug dragged them all the way off her high heels until they dangled from her left shin.
Gulp.
I swallowed dryly, then slid both hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide, lifting them high.
Holy shit… Fuck. That’s a pussy.
The pussy I had only ever imagined was right in front of me.
The fully exposed cunt of this milf was overall brownish in tone. The skin on her inner thighs was so pale that the darker color at the center stood out even more. Beneath the glossy, neatly trimmed pubic hair, I could see the little bean I’d only heard about. So that’s the clitoris. It was adorably swollen and round.
On either side stretched thick, plump labia. The upper folds even had wrinkles. I’d heard someone say Jack’s auntie’s pussy looked like a chicken comb, and damn if it wasn’t true. The color was a deep, rich brown right on the edge of turning darker.
“Wow, fuck! So this is what a pussy looks like… I’m dying. By the way, auntie. How much have you been getting your pussy sucked for the lips to be discolored this dark?”
Even without experience, I had common sense. Women whose breasts get sucked a lot develop darker nipples. Same logic probably applied down here. I felt a pang of envy for the husband who must have sucked and bitten these to his heart’s content.
No. “Now it’s my turn. Hehehe.”
Every time the milf jerked her upper body upward, her hole twitched and winked. Surprisingly, the actual entrance wasn’t brown—it was a cloudy pink.
I leaned down until my face hovered right above her pussy, close enough that my tongue could touch it if I extended it. Then I breathed in deep.
“Sniiiiff… Haa… Ohhh, oh…”
So this is what pussy smells like! Musky.
Not a bad musk—an erotic, strangely addictive musk that made me hornier the more I inhaled. It had a weird hypnotic effect. The more I smelled it, the more my face went slack like I was on drugs. Saliva flooded my mouth.