Disclaimer: Not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. This story is NOT associated with The Walking Dead TV series, as none of the events in this story takes place within the actual Walking Dead realm. This is a compete work of fiction. There is a small portion of violence and gore.
The Walking Dead: Tara's and Eugene's Dilemma!Starring:
Alanna Masterson as Tara Chambler This story contains the following: MF, oral, cons
“Eugene! Quickly, in here!” shouted the butch lesbian, Tara Chambler, as she held open the door to a small abandon general store.
She and her comrade Eugene Porter were out doing a supply run when they stumbled upon a horde of the undead aka walkers. As they tried to retreat, another horde of walkers appeared from the entranceway, trapping the two of them in the small town. The horde of walkers forced Tara and Eugene to take shelter in an abandon general store.
“Help me barricade the door,” a fanatic Tara shouted.
Eugene helped Tara move some heavy shelves in front of the front door.
“We should probably check the back of the store as well,” chimed in Eugene.
He and Tara race to the back of the store to find a couple of walkers wandering around. They appeared too had been employees of the general store.
“Oh, shit!” exclaimed a frighten Eugene.
Tara quickly dispatched the walkers with a hunting knife in the head. The door to the back of the store was missing off its frame, and a horde of walkers was quickly approaching through the back alley.
“We gotta barricade that door, now!” shouted Tara.
She and Eugene barricaded the door with whatever they could find in the back, as the horde of walkers began surrounding the building.
“Looks like we are surrounded and aren’t going anywhere,” Eugene commented.
“Yeah. It’ll take the others a day to find us once they realize we haven’t returned,” said Tara. “Looks like we’re spending the night here. Fuck! The straps to this flimsy ass bra broke again. Girls with big boobs should not be doing all this running.”
In a surprise move in front of Eugene, Tara began to pull the busted brassiere off her massive chest from underneath her dirty white tank top. Beads of sweat rolled off Eugene’s forehead as he ogled Tara discarding the flimsy brassiere and freeing her enormous breasts from their shackles. Her very large breasts hung-low and heavy and sloped from her chest in the form of beautiful fat teardrops. Her dark nipples were small and prominent through the grimy white tank top.
“Oh, that feels so much better,” Tara bloated, as she made her way back to the front of the store. Eugene watched as her huge boobs jiggled and bounced effortlessly beneath her tank top. “Aren’t you coming to Eugene?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m right behind you,” Eugene replied, breaking out of his trance. From behind, he noticed Tara’s backside was equally well-endowed beneath her hip-hugging jeans.
As night fell, the horde of walkers still had the store surrounded.
“I got a confession to make,” hesitated Eugene.
“We’re not going to die, Eugene. No need for a deathbed confession,” Tara replied.
“No one knows we’re here…” He confessed.
“What do you mean no one knows we’re here? Of course, they do. You told them, right?” a worried and confused Tara asked.
“Not in so many words… I didn’t speak to a single soul about our whereabouts.”
“Oh my god, Eugene! You told me that Rick and the others knew we were making a supply run. How could you lie to me like that? Not only that, we’re stuck here in a broken down building surrounding by thousands of walkers. Oh my god, this is unbelievable. Unbelievable.”
Tara started pacing in circles about their dire situation and trying to come up with a solution to get out of it. Eugene had his eyes focused on her gigantic 34EE’s, as they bounced around inside her tank top. She had the biggest boobs in the whole camp and sadly, was only interested in other women. Her last relationship was with a woman named Denise. She was murdered in cold blood by the Saviors, but before her untimely death, Denise had gotten drunk one night and bragged to Eugene about how wonderful Tara’s massive and soft funbags were and how her tiny nipples would triple in size after long periods of nursing on them. Denise would go into vivid details about fucking Tara with a big strap-on and causing her to have multiple orgasms. Eugene was getting a hard boner just reliving those detailed stories from Denise.
“Eugene! Earth to Eugene! What are you doing?” Tara called out.
“Oh, just in deep thinking, is all,” he solemnly replied.
“While staring at my boobs? Hurry up and think of a way to get us out of this mess that you got us in,” Tara angrily stated.
“I’m sorry, I am. I don’t see any way out of this mess. I calculated every possible angle, and I’ve hit nothing but dead ends. Since this could be our last night together, would you grant a dying man’s request?” Eugene asked.
“And what would that be?” a curious Tara asked.
“Take my virginity.”
“Take your virginity? Are you serious right now Eugene?”
“I am as serious as a heart attack. I am a 40-year-old virgin, and I would not like to die that way,” he informed Tara. “You are the type of full figured woman that gets my loins going at an accelerant rate. From your long stringy hair to your thick gorgeous eyebrows, your cute button nose, and soft edible lips, and your body has the right amount of curves to keep a man happy for the rest of his unnatural born life; wide hips, massive plump breasts, and a fine behind to match. It would be such an honor for a woman of your statue to deflower me and turn me into a man in what could be my last hours on this planet.”
Tara was rendered speechless by Eugene’s declaration. Tara was also a virgin when it came to having sex with men. Before the apocalypse, she tried dating guys, but nothing clicked, and most of them were only interested in her huge knockers. Tara discovered she was attracted to other women when a female friend kissed her out of the blue and made love to Tara. She always wondered what it would be like to be with a man intimately, but unfortunately, being with a man sexually never came to fruition once the apocalypse hit.
“What do you say, Tara? I rather not be eaten before I know the smell of a woman’s scent and the touch and feel of a woman’s body,” Eugene elaborated, as the swarm of walkers continued to make noise on the outside.
Tara didn’t say anything, but lifted her dirty tank top off her torso and tossed it to the floor.
“Oh my heavens sweet baby Jesus,” Eugene muttered in amazement, as his eyes widen at the sight of his first pair of real breasts, and not just ordinary breasts, enormous pendulous hooters with pepperoni-sized mocha-colored areolas and dark brown petite nipples. Eugene looked like he was in a deep trance as drool ran down the side of his open mouth.
“Wow. So you never saw a pair of tits before?” asked a chuckling Tara.
“Not in the flesh, I haven’t. I’ve spent many hours in front of my computer looking at some mighty fine bosoms, but nothing comes close to the marvelous set you currently possessed,” uttered Eugene.
Tara held out her huge tits for Eugene, as he approached her with a crazed look in his eyes that she has seen many times in men that have a fascination with big boobs. Eugene engulfed one tiny nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like a newborn baby. He swirled his tongue around the nipple as he sucked. Tara gasped from the awareness that a man was sucking on her tit for the first time. His hot mouth felt good on her nipple, and she grunted when Eugene popped that nipple out of his mouth and moved over to the other nipple.
Eugene dropped down to his knees and engulfed a mouthful of breast flesh between his lips. He replaced Tara’s hands and squeezed the enormous bottoms of her glorious 34EE knockers, as he increased the speed at which he was sucking on her areola and nipple. After five minutes of hard and intense feverish sucking, Tara’s nipples were engorged and hard as diamonds, just as Denise described.
“Oh Eugene,” Tara loudly moaned, as she wrapped her arms around his head and smothered his face into her ponderous melons. His shaggy mullet was the only thing to appear outside of her breasts. Eugene motorboated between her fat heavy tits and caused Tara to giggle, frantically.
After ten minutes of oral play on Tara’s full bosoms, Eugene removed his face from her wet cleavage and looked up at her face and into her eyes.
“I love your huge breasts,” Eugene bloated, as he squeezed her thick mammaries from top and bottom, feeling their soft flesh squish between his chubby fingers and hard nubs poked into his sweaty palms.
“I am more than just big boobs, you know,” Tara teased.