The guy up her ass came next. Tony made the mistake of looking too closely and discovered that many other men must have cum up his sister’s chute. The sight of so much cum flowing out of an anus disgusted him, which it shouldn't, because that was actually his kind of thing.
The zombie must have came so hard into Tami that he lost some neurons because he tumbled into the next guy in line, who fell into the zombie behind him. The zombies grunted angrily while untangling themselves like drunk retards, trying to either argue or explain.
"Mom!" He barely recognized his zombified mother, with her hair down and clothes off. Those fucking aerobic exercises really toned her up. Mom didn't even glance at her kids as she sat on Mr. Green's cock, sucked some guy they didn't recognize, and took a third cock up the ass from Mr. Whitney. "Okay, I can understand Mr. Whitney. That fucker's cut like a statue, but David Green? Really? You gave it up to that weasel?”
The kids watched their mother swallow the stranger's jism -- not once, but twice, with a groan of satisfaction that made them feel ill.
"Jesus, mom gives good head. Where'd that bitch learn to suck like that. Certainly not with dad, or else why would he always be in a bad mood?"
Grunting like he had constipation, he grabbed their mother's head and exploded into her eager mouth so hard some jism shot out of her nose. Unfortunately, his dick slipped out halfway through and splashed cum all over her face. Some must have seeped into her eye because she started screaming in pain while squinting.
On the alter, Mom screamed her orgasm to the heavens as a statue of Jesus looked benignly on. "Can we now drag our naked mom from this church orgy so the police outside can lock her up? What would Jesus do?"
"The doctors and nurses were the first to get infected, so all the hospitals are wild orgies now. It's like this church orgy, but with primo drugs."
ABRAHAM LINCOLN: VIRGIN HUNTER
SUMMARY: Before he became America’s greatest president, 22 year old Abraham Lincoln was a hot stud who fell in love with a beautiful virgin named Ann Rutledge. The years they spent together were the happiest of his life, and he remembered her frequently forty years later as president.
EXCERPTS: “You can’t be first, but you can be next,” she heard herself telling Mr. Lincoln. As he suspected, she was a screamer.
Her hands explored his body with the urgency of an Indian attack. When the huge cock fell out, it smacked her face with such a thud that she screamed in delight. “I didn’t know God made them this big. Was your father an elephant?” “No. But sometimes he was a horse’s ass.”
Every time her lips pulled back on the rim of his penis head, his toes curled. Every time her nose dove into his pubes, he forgot to breathe. Every time her suction power threatened to peel off his foreskin, he thanked God
A spasm warped his body. Something squeezed his head like too small a hat. He sucked his chest down into his stomach. His eyes bulged, then he couldn’t see for the tears. His hair stood up and his arms flapped like spaghetti. Then he blew a wad of cum in her mouth with enough force to knock a cowboy off his horse.
His hips bucked like a bronco, followed by so many musket shots that he should have named his penis the Winchester. She continued to plow his field, eager to unearth every last seed. And she still didn’t use her hand! The only other woman who ever licked his stamp barely got the head in her mouth while jerking him fast with both hands -- yes, damn it, he was that big!
Splashes of white cum spotted her face, so her tongue left the barn to corral them. He looked at her like a lizard who spent too much time in the sun. He knew his tongue couldn’t do the aerobatics that hers performed so easily, as she licked up one spot of jism after another on her face. Finally, she resorted to fingers to brush it off. When she sucked his juice off her fingers, he fainted as manly as he could. “I’ve finally found the perfect sauce for my chicken,” she declared.
She studied him, tall, hard, and naked. They say the bigger the feet, the larger the penis, but if anything, his feet looked small compared to the ax he swung between his legs.
He slid between her legs and she grabbed his staff like Moses and parted the Pink Sea. Every inch seemed to animate her. He couldn’t seem to get the right angle due to his height, so he pinned her legs against her body and thrust the rest of it in. She howled in joy.
As she began to wail again, clearly building up to another scream, he distracted himself with math: 2, 4, 8, 16, oh please don’t let me cum before her, 32, 64, 128, oh but it feels so good, 256, 512, lordy I’m getting there fast.
What is this man made of? He is harder than his ax. If all men were like this, they could cure the world of bitchiness.