Zombie Sex Is Fun; Too Bad You Can't Remember It

Warning: There is some sibling incest in this story. Also some of the zombie sex could have a reading as non-consensual sex

Note to the reader: I had fun writing this story, which is a departure from my usual fare. I hope you enjoy reading it! This is my second entry to the National Nude Day 2020 Contest. I didn't write it with the intention of it being an entry, but given the amount of nudity in it, especially near the end of the story, I thought, well, why not?

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Sarah had been having dreams. The dreams were disturbing, but unlike all other dreams she had known in her life, these were much more intensely disturbing. She didn't know how to express it; she would tell her best friend Lucy that it was as if all previous dreams were black and white, and her new dreams were in color. What she didn't tell Lucy -- or anyone else -- was how sexual the dreams were. They weren't the usual fare of being caught naked in front of her friends, or of having sex with a guy whose face she couldn't quite see, or anything like that. They were worse, even much worse.

Lucy listened patiently. She didn't tell Sarah, since she was a much more private person, but she too had been having intensely disturbing dreams. She thought it was indeed a strange coincidence that both of them should suddenly, apparently at the same time, be having such disturbing dreams.

Lucy didn't know, and Sarah never even suspected, but all the women, young and old, in Flora, their small town in mid-north-central Indiana, were having strange, highly disturbing, sexual dreams. You could see women whispering intently in every corner of the two cafés in the small town, and over cocktails in the small farmers' bar, before the farmers came in and it became raucous. Everyone was upset.

**

The women of Flora had no idea that the analogous thing was happening to the men of the town! The women discussed their erotic dreams amongst themselves, even when some of the dreams were more horrific than erotic. The men discussed their dreams with nobody, keeping them to themselves.

As example was Sarah's brother, Zeke. Zeke was a talented carpenter, and he was disturbed about the dream he had, starring his sister Sarah, being ravished by his friend, Amos. He was embarrassed when he saw Amos, knowing Amos had never dated his sister, or even given her a second look. Everyone knew Amos was gay, in any event, and would be one of the last men in Flora to try to lay Sarah. And yet, there he was, on top of Sarah, pumping away in her naked body, her breasts heaving as she lay beneath Amos, urging him on, quite clearly saying, "harder, faster, deeper!"

Zeke had to remind himself it wasn't a memory; it was a dream! He couldn't, however, bear to be around Amos, and when he next saw Amos anyway (yes, the town was that small), Amos' face morphed into his own face, and he realized that in his dream, it was his own self he had seen ravishing his sister Sarah, not Amos.

Zeke was so upset by these developments, he realized there was only one thing to do. He switched his drink of choice from beer to bourbon. Everyone in Flora knew that getting drunk solved all problems.

**

Lucy was an only child, hence no sisters or brothers. She did have, however, a father. Her dreams had been very explicit. Her father had entered her bedroom, and she pretended to sleep, hoping he had just come to check up on her, as he used to do when she was little. She knew it was different, even in her dream, when he removed her quilt covering. Her nightgown had ridden up her legs as it often did when she slept, and since she wore nothing under her nightgown, her most private, her most intimate part, was exposed to her father. In her dream, he did what any man might have done, when seeing the pussy of a gorgeous nineteen-year-old woman, even his own daughter. She woke up sweating, trying to catch her breath, at the very moment he entered her, in her dream.

Lucy's father, meanwhile, was suffering from a recurring nightmare, where his daughter, Lucy, entered his bedroom while he slept. His dear wife of twenty-five years slept beside him, having taken a double dose of Gabapentin, and was out to the world. Lucy entered and tenderly stroked his head. She kissed his forehead, just as his dear, departed mother had done, and then she pushed away the covers to reveal the tent in his pajama pants.

In his dream, he reached out, stripped his luscious, twenty-three-year-old daughter, as she suppressed a giggle, and then he indicated what he wanted. Always the obedient daughter, she took her newly naked body and climbed onto the bed, up next to him, and then she mounted him. It felt divine as she guided his throbbing cock into her pussy, beginning to bounce. His wife woke to the sight of him fucking their naked daughter and screamed, and he woke up, ending the magnificent, but disturbing dream.

Lucy's mother, Brigitte, had her own nightmares, and she was having them at the same time as Lucy's father. In Brigitte's dreams, she was hosting her husband's friends in a card game, when her husband passed out from too much drink. The men continued the card game, and Brigitte took over for her husband. After a string of bad and then even worse losses, and fearing the wrath of her husband when he learned on her losses, she ended up betting her clothes, and ultimately her virtue, in an attempt to recover from her losses. To her dismay, however, she continued to lose heavily, as the men cheated with the cards. She felt she had to honor her debts, and the extraordinary price to pay for her sinful gambling was a gangbang. She ended up enjoying it in her dream, but she woke at the moment when one of the men tried to take her anally. The shame she had for simply having had such a dream was extreme.

There was the young couple; the dream couple, everyone called them. Melissa was a real beauty, albeit a bit of an airhead, and her newly minted husband George was a simple, but good man. His nightmares involved his young wife Melissa cheating with his brother. He suspected, since there were plenty of signs, but when he discovered the two of them in flagrante delicto and the two of them ignored him as they continued to fuck, he reached for his gun, cocked it, and he woke up in a cold sweat.

Melissa's nightmares were less dramatic, but for her, equally upsetting. A mysterious man was always trying to see her when she undressed, whether it was simply to change into her bathing suit for sunbathing purposes, or whether she was changing for bed, or getting dressed in the morning. He got to see her in compromised states repeatedly, in her dream, and again in her dream, she undressed more slowly, staying nude for increasingly long periods to give her voyeur a proper treat. When she discovered pictures of herself nude on the Internet, however, she screamed and awoke.

Similar scenarios, with lots of variations according to people's situations and deep fears and heavily repressed desires, were being dreamed throughout the small town of Flora, Indiana. Every single man thought he alone was having these nightmares, and the women only hinted to one another about their own.

Everyone felt shame, and they all had trouble facing their spouses, or their siblings, or the pretty wife who lived next door, or whatever the dreams told them with whom they desired to be up to no good.

This was the backdrop when Elaine Jansson, known as Elle, entered the small town of Flora, and rented a room at the Parker Farm.

Elle was a graduate student in Ornithology/Agronomy at Purdue University, around 30 miles Southwest of Flora. She could have made a daily commute to Flora, of course, but she wanted to be there 24/7 in order to check on migrating sandhill cranes, and also the possible viewing of a red knot, on its epic migration from the arctic to Argentina and back, every year. Watching the birds was the fun part, but her real purpose was to check their diet of insects and worms. She needed this for her PhD thesis on the eating habits of migrating birds.

Elle wore glasses, and dressed to bore possible suitors, not to entice them. Being a red blooded twenty-four-year-old woman with a pretty face, a good complexion, and a decent figure, she was no stranger to men and the pleasures some of them could bring to the table, or more precisely, to her bed. Still, it had been ten months since she broke up with Gary, but she had not really missed sex, being lost in her academic work.

Elle had not counted on the erotic dreams that were disturbing the delicate, peaceful balance of the small farming community. There was a Mennonite community within the small farm town of 2,000 people, leading to a carpentry firm that built beautiful wooden kitchens for the wealthier residents of nearby Lafayette. Elle knew about the Mennonites, of course, but she certainly did not know about all of the bizarre dreams that were sweeping the town.

Elle would rise an hour before dawn and head out to the fields of the Parker Farm, her binoculars and SLR camera with its telephoto lens in tow. She would lie in wait for the birds. It was her third day at the farm. Mr. and Mrs. Parker had left, going to visit relatives in Pennsylvania, leaving their young adult children (aged 18 and 19) in charge of the farm. Elle was surprised as she lay in her blind to see a light go on in the house. The lights were candles, so it was a soft, romantic light. Usually the children slept late, although now they had to feed the animals and milk the sheep.

Elle looked over at the house. The lit window in the pre-dawn darkness looked like a flickering miniature television screen. She looked with her binoculars, and saw the two teenagers standing, facing each other. Their movements were strange. It almost appeared as if they were sleepwalking. What she saw next both startled and shocked her. The 19-year-old son, Zeke, was calmly and slowly undressing his 18-year-old sister Sarah.

Elle grabbed her camera. She quickly switched the lens to her Canon EF 70-300mm f/4-5.6 telephoto lens, and she watched the action. Once Zeke's sister Sarah was completely naked, Zeke placed her bent over a chair, and then he -- oh my God, really? -- there was no mistaking it -- yes, he inserted his hard cock and proceeded to fuck her from behind, quite enthusiastically, in fact. In Elle's judgement, Zeke gave his sister a fabulous fuck, and she was sure if she had been Sarah just then, it would have been the best fuck of her life.

The two teenage incestuous lovers then got dressed, but slowly as if they were in a trance. Sarah climbed back into bed, and Zeke left the room, presumably to go to his own room and return to bed. The house went dark again. Elle was stupefied. She hoped Sarah used birth control! She remembered that Mennonites in general shunned birth control, but she hoped Sarah Parker was an exception!

Elle was quickly distracted by the majestic sight of a small flock of sandhill cranes, flying overhead in the famous V formation. She got lucky, as the flock alighted on the ground, not more than 100 yards from her blind. She took oodles of pictures of them, especially zeroing in on what they ate.

Something startled the birds, and off they flew. Elle walked over to where they had been feeding, to examine the grounds of the post food orgy, preparing for the analysis of her trade. It was a key moment. She was so lucky this had all happened so quickly after her arrival in Flora. She'd have to thank that guy Martin who had done the computer simulations, giving her a probability distribution of where the sandhill cranes were most likely to alight. He'd been spot on! Maybe as a kind of thank you/reward she'd even finally let him take her out on a date? She knew he was desperate to spend some romantic time with her.

Elle then saw what had spooked the birds. A man and a woman were out walking in the fields. They too seemed to be in trances. Zombies! Yes! That was what Zeke and Sarah had reminded her of: zombies. Zombies having incestuous sex. Weird! Now here were two more zombies. OMG their eyes were closed. Good thing the land was so flat, or they would have tripped for sure.

Seemingly just by chance the man bumped into the woman. They both opened their eyes, which were kind of glazed over, and then they both unceremoniously shed all of their clothes. Elle could not help from checking out the man, who obviously worked out, since boy, was he buff. Being bisexual herself, she also checked out the woman; whoa, she had a gorgeous body.

Elle had already seen zombie sex when she peeped on the two siblings, Zeke and Sarah. She didn't know who these two strangers were, but it was clearly obvious they were about to have zombie sex right in front of her. The woman got on her hands and knees, and the man got behind her, and without even a howdy do, he plunged his cock right into her pussy. She must have already been lubricated, because the woman's moans came quick and loud.

The copulation lasted around fifteen minutes before the male zombie emptied his load in the female zombie. Elle couldn't tell if she had climaxed or not. Do zombies climax? she wondered. Judging by the seminal fluid dripping from the woman zombie's pussy, the male zombies sure do, so why wouldn't the females, too? Jeez, I'm such a scientist, she thought; I'm wondering if zombies cum, when I should be wondering what the bleep on God's green earth was going on?

To her mild surprise, watching zombie sex turned her on. Maybe it was just watching people having sex? The zombies seemed unaware of her presence, even! Given that apparently the zombies did not know she was even there, Elle went ahead and gathered her information at ground level. Insects, worms, seed, grain, and small animals, she detailed the quantities of each, even after the cranes had enjoyed their short-lived feast.

Lost in her work, Elle didn't even see the two male zombies on a collision course with her. When they about ready to trip over her, she sensed their presence and she stood. The two men stopped, each around a foot away from her. They both began to remove their clothes. Elle didn't know what to do! Clearly zombie etiquette called for her to strip naked, too, but then she was not a zombie, and she was in control of her own mind. She just stood there, frozen, as the men undressed. Suddenly there were two nice, quite attractive, actually, hard cocks right in front of her.

She quickly took pictures of the two naked men. She would ask Sarah and Zeke in the morning who they were. Also, nobody she knew would believe her without all of the pictures she had taken. Pictures, however, didn't really capture the extraordinary zombiesque nature of the whole affair; she knew that.

The two men, both naked and sporting erections, stood patiently on either side of her, doubtless politely waiting for her to undress, too. Apparently, Mennonite zombies were polite. It figures, she thought.

Zombies moved slowly; she could escape if she darted off to the side. On the other hand, she hadn't had sex in over ten months, and the scientist in her was intensely curious about what zombie sex would be like. This was the unique chance of a lifetime to experience something exciting. Wait a minute; am I nuts? She thought. She knew on some level she was having crazy thoughts.

Elle had to admit it to herself; the prospect of having sex with a zombie in an Indiana corn field was even more exciting than detailing the gustatory habits of migratory birds. It was hard to admit it to herself, and it was absurd, too. She didn't know these men, and she wasn't the kind of girl who would have sex with strange zombies in an Indiana corn field, at dawn. On the other hand, it wasn't something she had ever considered before, was it? Who envisions a time when the opportunity to have zombie sex presents itself?

Elle gradually realized that she was smiling at the two men as she undressed. She hadn't even been aware she was undressing herself, as she saw herself gradually lose her conscious control over her actions. The two zombie men simply stood there, with their hard-ons, waiting for her to finish undressing. It did not take her long.

She knew she had lost her free will to a sinking feeling of zombification. She was rapidly falling into the depths of zombiedom. All she knew was that she had to decide: Which zombie was going to get lucky with her? The zombie behind her was a little taller than the one in front of her; both were buff. It must be all the physical labor these men do. She decided to call them Tall, and Stud, since the shorter one was, well, I guess you'd call it well endowed.

Elle was a little scared of the size of Stud's equipment, so it was Tall who won. Remembering the zombie sex that she had watched, and that had made her wet (and she was still wet!), and now naked, she got on her hands and knees. She stayed like that, her breasts dangling down, a lure that would have driven her friend Martin to distraction, and probably premature ejaculation, too! She giggled at the thought.

The two zombies were leaving her alone. Well, okay, she was beginning to have second thoughts, anyway. The zombification was weakening, thank goodness. This was beyond crazy! She began to get up, glad that she had come to her senses, when both men kneeled down. One of the two zombie men put his hand on her back, stopping her rise, and that same man (she didn't even know if he were Tall or Stud) plunged his hard cock deep inside her, in one fell swoop, in what she now recognized had to be classic zombie sexual technique. God, but it felt good! The way the cock filled her up, she was pretty sure it was Stud fucking her.

Then she realized the plan, as if zombies were even capable of a plan. Tall had squatted in front of her and put his cock near her mouth. Uh-oh. She had never had two men at once before! She was not psychologically ready for this. She began to say, "I'm sorry Mr. Zombie, but..." and just then Stud thrust deep into her pussy with the force of a Model 8850, 370hp, John Deere tractor.

As Elle was dealing with a major erotic shock, Tall slipped his cock inside her mouth. Elle began to moan from Stud's thrusts, and she kind of automatically began to suck and slurp on Tall's cock. She had sunk to zombie sexual autopilot. She hadn't even noticed a new, third zombie, who showed up. He too was naked, and he began to play with Elle's swinging, dangling boobs. He took one of her supporting hands and placed it on his own cock. Now she was blowing a zombie, jerking another one, and a third was giving her the best fuck of her life.

Elle's brain had shut down. In fleeting moments of self-awareness, she began to realize that she was rapidly becoming zombified. She fought it, because the sex was so good that she wanted to remember it, and for some reason she seemed to know that if she got sucked down into the zombie rabbit hole, she wouldn't remember this fantastic sex. She grabbed her camera, somehow managed to put it on auto, and she had the camera snap a picture of her body getting ravished from three directions. The camera took a picture every five seconds.

**

Elle woke up. It was strange, she felt the best she had felt in years. She felt all aglow. She always woke with a backache, but today she felt completely pain-free. She had had amazingly strange dreams. Some inner sense told her to look through the pictures on her camera. She remembered her peeping on Zeke and Sarah having sex, and she remembered the two zombies having sex, and finally she remembered her excitement at having the migrating sandhill cranes alight so close to her blind. She had a dizzying number of pictures. Then her memory stopped.

There were more pictures on the camera's memory card, however, and as she scrolled through them, she entered a state of shock! She let out a blood curdling scream. Zeke and Sarah, both, came running. Elle put them off, saying she had a nightmare.
"You too?" Sarah said.

"Yeah, I've been having nightmares also," Zeke said.

"Mine involved sex," Elle said, putting it out there, seeing if Sarah and Zeke would respond.

"Mine, too," Sarah said, looking guiltily over at Zeke, who looked fixedly at his feet.

"I had a gangbang, out in the fields -- in my dream, I mean," Elle said, surprised to hear the words leave her mouth!

"I had sex with someone right here in the house," Sarah said, her eyes avoiding Zeke.

"What about you, Zeke?" Elle asked.

"I had sex too, right in Sarah's bedroom," he said.

"Where was I, then?" Sarah asked, knowing damn well the answer.

"Right underneath me, bent over your armchair, with your legs spread, and moaning up a storm!" Zeke said, blushing furiously.

"Right," Sarah said, and the two siblings stared at each other. "How was I?" Sarah asked.

"Like heaven come to earth," Zeke said.

"Even better than Miriam, that little slut you're dating?"

"No comparison, sis. You give the best sex in my dreams in the county, for sure," Zeke said.

"You're just saying that, because I'm your sister. I wonder what it's like when we're not just dreaming?" Sarah suggested.

"Will you excuse us, please, Elle?" Zeke said, blushing again.

"Want me to record you?" Elle offered, holding up her camera, which of course had a video mode.

The two siblings looked at each other. "It might be fun to watch yourselves fuck on video, later, don't you think?" Elle offered.

"Okay, but you have to be naked, too," Sarah said, as she began undressing.

"No worries," Elle said. "Just let me go fetch a fresh memory card."

Elle was truly surprised by the young lad, Zeke. Even after emptying his balls inside his luscious sister, he seemed to have plenty left for Elle, and then he took on his sister again! Then to her surprise, Sarah was happy to let Elle eat her out, slurping up the cum Zeke had so sweetly filled Sarah with. Even more surprising was that as Elle lay on the floor, slurping up Zeke's cum from Sarah's pussy while she moaned out her pleasure, she felt Zeke enter her again, this time from behind. She had trouble concentrating on Sarah's pussy as Zeke's cock pushed her around. God, he was a strong young lad! Being the devoted scientist that she was, however, her powers of concentration were finely toned, to the point where they were second to none. She managed to get Sarah off shortly before her own climax overwhelmed her.

Both women were satisfied and happy, and it was all on video. She really lucked out when she chose to rent a room at the Parker Farm!

**

"How did your field work go?" Martin asked.

"Martin, you were amazing. Your simulations were exactly right. I got some fabulous data," Elle replied. Elle showed him the pictures of the sandhill crane migration, and also the red knot she had seen, to boot! "I owe you. Whatever you want, I'm yours."

Martin was scrolling through picture after picture of sandhill cranes, looking for the ones of a red knot, all on Elle's camera, when he suddenly looked up, looked at Elle, his face red in disbelief. Oh shit, Elle thought, he found the zombie sex pictures. She went to retrieve her camera, but Martin didn't let her and kept scrolling, until he found her own zombie threesome, which became a zombie foursome. All three zombies ended up fucking Elle, and the pictures had no audio, so luckily Martin couldn't hear Elle moaning and screaming when she climaxed, over and over again, but he could imagine from the contortions of her orgiastic face.

Elle gave Martin a five-minute summary of what was going on in Flora, with the zombies, and how she got sucked into zombieland, too.

"So, it's not at all like The Walking Dead, I guess," Martin said, snickering under his breath. Elle realized he didn't believe her. She barely believed herself! She knew for a fact, however, that it was true. It was all true.

"You have no memory of your gangbang?" Martin asked, totally incredulous.

"None. I wouldn't have known it had even happened had it not been for my camera, and my quick thinking with the timer, putting it on auto-shoot," Elle said. "It looks like I enjoyed it, too."

"Yes, yes it sure as hell does. Was it your first gangbang, Elle?" Martin asked.

"That's an offensive question, Martin. Do I look or act like a girl who invites gangbangs?" Elle replied, not even trying to temper her indignant outrage at Martin.

Ignoring Elle's presumably fake outrage, Martin asked, "Say, did you go back, during the daytime after the event, to meet the zombies, who enjoyed these amazing pleasures of the flesh with you?" Martin asked.

"No; Zeke and Sarah told me who some of them were but I was too ashamed of my behavior, even though I was a zombie, and not in control of my actions," Elle said. She suspected, however, that as a zombie, she had acted out her darkest, most repressed, sexual desires.

"Let's go to Indianapolis for dinner tonight; not Flora," Martin said.

"Good thinking. What time should I be ready?" Elle asked.

"Five o'clock, and pack an overnight bag. I want to drink, and we'll drive back tomorrow," Martin said.

"Are you planning to get lucky, or something? Don't make assumptions, Martin. I'm not having zombie sex with you," Elle said, giggling.

"No, of course not. With you, we'll just have good old-fashioned self-aware human sex; lots of it, I hope," Martin replied. "You might even remember it."

"I'm not that kind of girl, Martin. I'm not a sexual pushover," Elle said. "This is our first date, don't forget."

"We're not teenagers anymore, Elle," Martin said.

"Even so; I'm still in control of my body. No sex unless I want it, okay?"

"Of course!" Martin replied. "Relax, Elle. We're just going to dinner. What happens tonight, if anything happens at all, is up to you, okay?"

"Yes. Good. I'll be ready at five o'clock."

**

All Martin could think about until 5PM were those pictures! He was about to date a girl who had taken time release photos of herself getting gangbanged in an open corn field, at dawn. He was never even really sure such women existed! Obviously, all this nonsense about being zombified was just nonsense. He'd never known Elle to spout such craziness before; she was one of the most down-to-earth people he knew. Well, everyone has their own weirdness, right? He had, apparently, just found Elle's.

Martin got nervous. Suppose she was willing to have sex with Martin? How could he live up to a gangbang, or that guy with the huge cock? Of course, she claims she doesn't remember a thing. Yeah, right.

Both Martin and Elle were tense on the drive down to Indianapolis, and during the dinner, and everything, right up to the end of the evening and the visit to the hotel. Elle managed to keep up a nonstop stream of light-hearted banter, for which Martin was grateful. Much of it was about the mating habits of sandhill cranes, but it was such a delight to hear Elle's bubbly voice, she could have talked about anything at all. Elle was such a prize! To save money, they were sharing a room, and it had one bed, albeit a king-sized bed. Of course, Martin was hoping sharing a room would lead to some delightful pleasures.

Martin had spared no expense, giving Elle the most royal treatment of which he was capable. She smiled. She knew he liked her, but she had been keeping him guessing. He shouldn't have been guessing; did he really think she had made a mistake by letting him see the pictures of her having zombie sex? How could he possibly think she was that stupid, or that careless? Men!

Obviously, she had 'accidentally' let him see the pictures to whet his appetite as to what she had to offer. Of course, had he become grossed out and lost interest in her in her incarnation as a zombie slut, then he was not the right guy for her. But Elle knew her men, and Martin was not just the best of the bunch in Tippecanoe County, for her, but he was, in truth, the best man she had ever met. The one remaining wild card was: Would the two of them be sexually compatible? She had a plan for finding out.

Both Elle and Martin were afraid to go to the hotel room. Martin was afraid to make a pass at Elle, his dream girl, and then be rebuffed. Elle did not have the analogous worry; she knew Martin wanted her. She worried she would not measure up to Martin, that sleeping with him on their first date would set her in stone as a slut, even though they'd been flirting for almost a year now. She also worried he would not please her, or she would not please him. Basically, they were both afraid of the unknown.

Elle also worried Martin would not find her naked body sexy. She knew she was far from perfect: Her thighs were a tad too heavy, her boobs could be considered too big, or too small, depending on the man's taste. When naked, her left boob drooped lower than her right boob did. She didn't shave her pussy either; would that gross out Martin? The zombies sure didn't seem to have minded, and neither had Sarah nor Zeke! But they were Mennonites, now, weren't they? Martin sure as hell was no Mennonite!

One thing she had going for her, she thought quietly to herself, was the gorgeous butterfly tattoo on her ass. She had never worn a bikini around Martin, so he had never seen her tattoo. She had paid a pretty penny for it, too. It was so amazingly close to her vag, that she had not worn panties when the man gave her the tattoo. She knew he had wanted to fuck her, too, but of course that was never going to happen. She didn't even approve of the fingering he gave her, but she knew she had to offer him something, after flagrantly showing her charms that way. She giggled to herself as she remembered that encounter, her first introduction to rough fingering.

**

The two nervous, potential lovers got to the room. They each looked at the other, terribly awkwardly. Elle smiled at Martin. "Martin, honey, this has been a lovely evening. You've really tried to impress me, and it's worked. I'm quite impressed. Now, I'd like to impress you. Take a seat in the armchair, why don't you, while I visit the restroom. I'll only be a minute."

Martin walked to the armchair and Elle moved over to the bathroom. "Oh, and Martin? Take your pants off, please. I'll be right back."

Martin's smile was so broad it almost hurt his cheeks. Elle took her time in the bathroom. The 'only a minute' claim became a solid five minutes. By the time she emerged, Martin was as hard as a rock in anticipation. She entered wearing only her panties and her blouse. Her blouse was fully unbuttoned, and open. The two sides hanging down hid only half of her boobs, and just barely covered her areolas and nipples.

She walked over to him, trying to make her walk as sexy as possible. Martin had removed his pants, but not his underpants. Elle mentally kicked herself for not having been crystal clear. She put a glazed look in her eyes, and her movements copied the movements of the zombies she had seen. She walked right up to Martin, not speaking, just staring straight ahead, an exact imitation of the zombies.

Martin was sharp, one of his most endearing traits for an egghead like Elle. He knew she was playing the zombie. "I've never had sex with a zombie, before," he said. Elle remained silent and motionless. Martin slowly pulled down Elle's panties, while Elle, zombiesque, remained perfectly still. He took off his underpants, finally, and he pulled Elle towards him, until she fell onto his lap.

"Zombie, kiss me, and then give me a lap dance as only a zombie can," Martin said. Elle remained expressionless, but inside she was laughing and giggling. She didn't kiss Martin, because she had never seen zombies kiss, so maybe they didn't kiss? Instead, she began to rub her sweet little ass around on Martin's large, male lap, her ass cheeks brushing repeatedly against Martin's painfully hard cock.

When Martin was about to lose it, he picked Elle up. In his strong arms she was almost weightless. He gingerly placed her right down in just the right way, and his hard cock, sticking straight up, slid right up into the velvety goodness that was Elle's spectacular pussy. The same pussy, Elle was thinking as she enveloped his cock, that had taken and enjoyed three zombie cocks, as well as Zeke's, just a few nights earlier. She began to bounce.

It was too much. Martin's cock inside her, representing Martin himself, felt like heaven, and Elle began to moan, making some very unzombie noises. Martin grabbed her boobs, stroking them gently, and then sucking her nipples, as he pounded her pussy with his cock, fucking her magnificently. "Where should I cum?" he asked.

"Inside me, lover," Elle said, and Martin melted to be called Elle's lover. He was happy to oblige, and he donated a boatload of cum to her vaginal canal, his tens of millions of sperm starting their special voyage, looking for Elle's eggs. It was a good thing Elle was on birth control pills.

A little later, enjoying post coital bliss, with Elle still sitting on an ethereally happy Martin, Elle asked a fateful question. "Does the hotel have a pool?"

"Yes, and it has a hot tub, and a sauna, too," Martin said. "Why, did you pack a bathing suit?"

"No. Did you?" Elle replied.

"Well, yeah, I did. Just in case, you know," he said.

"Let's go to the sauna, then the hot tub, and then the pool, okay?" Elle proposed.

"But..."

"Yeah, I'll go naked in the sauna. If anyone asks, just tell them I'm Swedish," Elle said, and she giggled.

"And in the hot tub?" Martin asked.

"I'll keep my goodies below the top. The water churns, so nobody will know," Elle said.

"And the pool?" Martin asked.

"I'll take my chances. I'll do the backstroke, okay?" Elle said, giggling again. "The pool will give me a douche after you fuck me silly in the hot tub. Get in your suit, Martin. I'll just wear this terrycloth robe the hotel provided for us. Bring the room key, of course."

"I love you, Elle," Martin said.

"That's the idea," Elle replied. "If you fuck me good in the hot tub, I'll know for sure that I love you, too!"

"Tell me, Elle: Were you always this wild?" Martin asked.

"No, never. I was always a little goody two shoes," Elle said. Okay, it was a bit of a lie, Elle remembered, delightedly, but only a bit of one. She had once had a threesome in college, but all three were women, and probably that would not upset Martin. Her heterosexual collegiate activity, however, was well within the bounds of normality.

They left the room. They got in the elevator and pushed the button to the floor with the pool complex. Elle was lost in thought.

"You know, Martin, I think it was the zombie sex that changed me," she said. "I can't explain it. I just know it."

"Well, I like the new, improved Elle," Martin said.

"Really? You like me wanton and wild?" Elle asked.

"Yeah," Martin replied.

The two lovers arrived at the sauna. There were already two men inside it, but Elle walked right in, dropped her robe, and took a seat, completely nude. The men dropped their jaws to see this pretty young thing, being stark naked in the sauna. Elle's eyes got wide, as she recognized the two men!

"She's Swedish," Martin said, by way of explanation for her nudity. The two men nodded in understanding, and openly stared at Elle's naked body, as did Martin.

Elle whispered to Martin, "Those two men were part of my zombie gangbang!"

Martin stared at the men, trying to remember their faces. He had never looked at their faces in the pictures, only at Elle and their cocks pumping away inside her. He had a brainstorm and looked at their two cocks, which were rapidly becoming hard at the sight of Elle's naked body. It's hard to identify a man by his cock, however, and besides, they were partially covered by their towels.

"You might be right," Martin hedged.

"Of course, I'm right!" Elle whispered back. "I tend to know who fucks me, after all."

Too bad the men are no longer zombies, Elle thought. She was sure the two men did not remember. Even she did not remember the gangbang; she only knew about it because of her photos. I could do with another zombie gangbang, she thought to herself. After a bit, Elle rose, and walked, stark naked, out of the sauna and over to the hot tub. The two men, plus Martin, followed her. Elle giggled.

"You look vaguely familiar," Stud said, once they were all settled in the hot tub. All four of them were still naked.

I should, you zombie moron, Elle thought, after all you royally fucked me! Instead, however, she said, "Are you men from Flora?"

"Why, yes! We both are," Tall said.

"I'm Elaine Jansson, known as Elle, and I was the tenant at the Parker Farm," Elle said.

"Oh yes, that must be it!" Tall replied. "Well, it's nice finally to meet you."

"You don't remember our gangbang in the corn fields north of the Parker Farm, five days ago?" Elle said. She knew it was risky to say that, but if Elle had one singular trait, it was a complete lack of risk aversion!

"What on earth are you taking about?" Stud asked, clearly gobsmacked.

"Never mind," Elle said. "Just thought I'd ask. I don't remember it, either. We were all zombified, you know."

"Maybe you dreamed it. Some dreams can seem to be very real," Tall said, trying to be gracious.

"You got that right," Stud said. "If I may ask, have you ever, in fact, been gangbanged?"

"What my friend means, Elle, is would you like us to give you a gangbang now, right here, in the hot tub?" Tall explained. "After all, we're all naked, and there's nobody else around."

Elle looked at Martin. She saw horror in his eyes.

"Martin promised me he'd fuck me in the hot tub, but he's my lover, and you two are not, our zombie pasts together notwithstanding. Do either of you gentlemen mind if he does?" Elle said.

Tall ignored Elle's bizarre reference to zombies. This Swedish girl was young, pretty, and sexy as hell, and naked, but she was also clearly a little nuts. "Would you like us to leave?" Tall graciously asked.

"No, of course not. Why would I? Please stay, if you want to." Elle asked. She rose and bent over the edge of the hot tub, presenting her ass and her pussy to the three men. "Martin?" she asked. Martin approached Elle.

Apparently caught up in the erotic nature of the whole bizarre situation, and having understood on some level that Elle wanted to experience sex again with Tall and Stud, when she wasn't a zombie, Martin changed his mind.

All he said was, "I'm first, gentlemen," and Elle, Tall, and Stud all knew the gangbang had a green light.

"One at a time, please, men," she said, confirming the green light. Martin indeed went first. Elle is really something else! He thought. After he filled her with his cum, he watched Tall take his turn, and then Stud. Elle groaned throughout, and she bucked, and squealed, and did not try to hide her enjoyment of all the sex, at all! Martin was pleased he got her to climax, while neither of the other two men did, although it was obvious Elle loved every second of the sex.

The gangbang over, Elle kissed all three men, knowing she could not have done that as a zombie. She got out of the hot tub, and went for a swim. Martin could see a barely visible trail of cum floating in Elle's wake as she swam. Good thing the pool had plenty of chlorine in the water.

Tall spoke quietly to Stud, but Martin could hear them. "There's something familiar about that girl."

"Well, she did say she was the tenant at the Parker place," Stud replied.

"No, I seem to remember the butterfly tattoo. Also, fucking her somehow felt familiar, which is weird, because she doesn't feel at all like my wife," Tall said.

"Nor mine. Could we have fucked her before and not remember? She seems to think we did," Stud said.

"No. I'll remember fucking her for the rest of my life. What a sweet pussy that little, uh, woman has," Tall said, realizing Martin could hear him, so he didn't use the word slut.
**

Martin and Elle returned to their room and made tender love, just the two of them. "I love you," Martin said, after he had cum for the third time that evening inside Elle.

"I love you, too, Martin," Elle replied. She had never before told a man she loved him, but in Martin's case, she truly did.

They had breakfast in bed the next day, and Elle discovered croissants made her horny. Apparently, they worked on Martin, too, and he fucked Elle standing up in the hotel's window, putting on quite the show for the benefit of the hotel's parking lot.

As they drove back to West Lafayette on I-65, Martin talked Elle into riding shotgun topless. This turned on both of them, and Elle ended up sucking off Martin, giving him his first blowjob, and he filled Elle's mouth as he drove along at 65mph, somewhere around Lebanon, Indiana.

"I don't know what I did to deserve a wonderful woman like you, Elle," Martin said.

"I already told you, my love. It was those fabulous simulations you did, predicting where the sandhill cranes would alight in their migration," Elle replied.

"When can I see you again?" Martin asked.

"That depends," Elle said.

Martin got scared. "It depends? On what?"

"It depends on whether you want to see me clothed, in which case you'll see me at work on Monday, or whether you want to see me naked again. In the case of the latter, I suggest you ask me out on another date," Elle said.

Martin smiled. They set a date for the very next night.

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