Jenny is trapped at the mall with her idiot boyfriend Jeff during the zombie apocalypse. It's all his fault they're here instead of somewhere else, somewhere good. Why did she ever listen to him? What did she ever see in him? He was almost completely useless to her. He just had that one special purpose that he knew how to put to such good use. But when he does put it to use, it seems to rile up the zombie horde waiting on just the other side of the glass. What's a sexually frustrated young woman who hates her idiot boyfriend's guts to do?
This 3700 word moaning, groaning, gasping story lurches and stumbles through some hot straight sex, interrupted at the worst possible moment by some surprisingly virile zombies with more than brains on their minds, leading to some, well, maybe not hot, but certainly room temperature lesbian zombie and straight zombie action, while a freshly zombified idiot boyfriend gets the ultimate cuckolding. Here's an except:
She eased up on the counter again, the bare metal directly on her ass this time, freezing cold, but it felt so good, to feel that temperature difference.
She bit her lip as he entered her, slipping easily into her all the way. She gasped with relief and a little sorrow as he withdrew. She was better adjusted on the second stroke and moaned in pleasure. By the fourth stroke she was lost in the moment and groaning underneath him as her need built.
He took her shirt off while pumping her, eager to get his hands on her little breasts, eager to get his mouth on her, and she yelped with surprise when her gave her a little bite. He knew she liked playful biting.
By the time it happened, by the time they realized what was happening, they were nearly finished. She was being loud. She was always loud, but something about the situation turned her on so desperately she was feeling particularly theatrical and was wailing at the top of her lungs, moaning, crying out.
Later she realized that was probably what got them noticed. The moaning. The groaning. Hell, she sounded like one of the zombies, it was only natural they’d hear it and come to see what the ruckus was.
At first she’d thought the pounding was just them and their labor of love on the aluminum counter top. Then they heard the glass shatter and realized it was something they’d better pay attention to.
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Published July 16, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.