Night of the Lusting Dead
Copyright© 2026 by Lindsey Skye
Chapter 1
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Four friends get caught up in an outbreak of a mysterious virus, which causes those infected to become mindless, sex-crazed monsters
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Fiction Horror Humor Post Apocalypse Zombies Sharing Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Public Sex Halloween
They could already hear the sound of the creatures outside. Her breath catching in her throat, Lauren looked around at her fellow survivors. This wasn’t right. It was meant to be a peaceful vacation, catching up with old friends. It wasn’t supposed to be the apocalypse.
She heard a loud crash behind her. Spinning, she saw her boyfriend, Ethan, his shoulder-length blonde hair damp with sweat, manhandling a dining table towards the front door. A moment later, Liam joined him. Together, the two men started barricading the entrance, before turning their attention to the windows. Lauren felt a tug on her arm, and glanced sideways to see Blake, her face pale, and sultry voice pitched with fright. “Come on.” The other girl called. “We’ve got to board this place up before the horde arrives.”
Nodding, Lauren followed her friend into the kitchen. The house was small, modestly furnished, but she thanked God the owners had seen fit to provide spare dining room chairs in case of guests. She wondered where those owners were now. Probably a part of the slavering horde making its way up the street towards them. As she helped Blake stack the chairs in front of the back door, she thought back on those first news reports. How silly they had sounded. Hordes of lustful undead, breathing pink fog, and fucking everything in sight. It seemed so ridiculous. She wished it still felt that way now.
Their work finished, the girls stood back, glancing at each other nervously. “Do you think that’ll hold?” Lauren asked.
“I hope so.” Blake shrugged. “On the other hand, if it doesn’t, at least we’ll go out doing what we loved.”
A nervous chuckle escaped Lauren’s mouth. She couldn’t help admiring the other girl’s optimism. When they’d first met, Lauren had been awkward and shy, barely more than a virgin. Now, she and her boyfriend were just as debauched as their friends. Still, she didn’t love the idea of becoming a mindless zombie, living only to fuck without any other thoughts or motives. At least, not forever.
“Maybe we’ll be immune?” Lauren said hopefully. “After all, the reporters were saying infection rates were linked to libido. The stronger your drive, the less likely you’ll be turned.”
“If that’s true, then if anyone’s going to be immune, it’s us.”
The girls turned as they heard Liam’ voice. Standing in the doorway, the young man jutted a thumb over his shoulder. “Ethan’s locking down the rest of the first floor. Come on, let’s get upstairs before –”
A sudden crash cut him off. Rushing into the living room, the three saw Ethan struggling to free himself from an undead grip. Between the furniture and hastily nailed boards, a clutch of arms were groping at him, trying to grab his clothes. One of them had him by the scruff of the neck, and he was wrestling to escape. Starting towards him, Blake called over her shoulder. “You two head upstairs! I’ll help Ethan!”
Without a word, Liam and Lauren obeyed. Reaching Ethan, Blake grabbed him by the shoulders, wrenching him backwards, away from the encroaching horde. With a cry, the fabric of his shirt gave way, tearing off in the zombie’s hand, and sending the young man sprawling onto his back. Glancing down in concern, Blake momentarily let her guard drop, but by the time she’d realised her mistake, it was already too late.
With a cry, Blake’s body was wrenched back, dragged towards the window by the clawed fingers curled into her thick, chestnut hair. As her back hit the wall, she felt more hands take hold of her, groping her waist, and reaching for her breasts. She struggled as best she could, but it was already too late, the undead had her in their clutches. As razor-sharp fingernails cut away her clothes, the young woman felt a rush of arousal, her nipples straining against her shredded bra as warm, mindless hands began caressing her.
Seeing what was happening, Ethan leapt to his feet, rushing to her aid, but it was already too late. As he grabbed her arms, pulling her out of the zombies’ grasp, a growling face pressed itself against the shattered glass of the window. Blake had only a split second to look into its lust-shot eyes before a cloud of pink vapour burst from its lips. Unable to move, she inhaled deep, feeling the creature’s lustful spores fill her lungs, flooding her body with warmth. Immediately, she began to feel unbearably hot, and as Ethan looked her over for damage, she felt an undeniable twitch in her loins.
“Ethan...” She mumbled, her speech slurred by the aphrodisiac smog. “I think they got me...”
The look on Ethan’s face shifted from concern into alarm. “What? No, that’s not –”
“Ethan.” Blake stumbled forward, falling into his arms. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable. “Ethan, please...”
“What?” The young man asked, panic in his frost blue eyes. “What can I do?”
“Please...” Blake could feel her vision clouding. “Fuck me...”
Ethan paused. Blake could see him hesitating. The fire in her pussy was too much to ignore. With a growl, she grabbed his face, pulling him close, and kissing him violently. Surprised, the young man struggled, but as her tongue found his, his body slackened. He started to kiss her back, his hands moving down her body to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Blake couldn’t help herself, and started grinding her hips. Without breaking the kiss, she reached down between them, and unfastened Ethan’s belt. A second later, she had his stiffening cock in her hand, stroking it too full mast. Ethan groaned into her mouth, and she shuddered with arousal.
Unable to stand it any longer, Blake broke the kiss. With a swift blow to his chest, she knocked Ethan down onto his back, straddling him like a wild animal, going in for the kill. The ruins of her leggings hanging from her hips, she reached between her legs, and ripped her panties out of the way, exposing her drooling cunt. She didn’t waste any time on foreplay; after all, they hardly needed it. Plunging her ass down, she squealed in ecstasy as his shaft impaled her, her pelvis meeting his as his throbbing manhood penetrated her to the base. The sensation would have been almost enough to drive her over the edge, if the pink gas hadn’t already taken effect.
Like a panther in heat, Blake began to move her hips, bouncing up and down on Ethan’s cock, feeling him stretch every last inch of her aching pussy. The pleasure was exquisite, heightened by the mix of chemicals flooding her veins. Around her, she could hear the sounds of the infected battering at the windows, but she paid them no mind. She only cared about one thing right now. Leaning forward, she locked her lips to Ethans once more, kissing him passionately as she slammed her pussy up and down his cock.
Beneath her, Ethan was in an ecstasy of his own. While the kiss wasn’t as potent as the unfiltered aphrodisiac of the infected, it was certainly having an effect on him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and between his legs, his cock was throbbing with orgasmic pressure already. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aroused. If this carried on much longer, he was going to cum. Grabbing Blake’s hips, he lifted her up off the ground, thrusting into her like a jackhammer. The girl squealed ecstatically, her bare breasts rubbing against his chest as her body shook with the force of his fucking. Between her legs, the wet squelches of her pussy filled the air with noise, almost drowning out the horde outside. Unable to control himself, Ethan fucked her like a man possessed, hammering her ass down onto his loins, until the raw animalism of their lovemaking become too much for him to bare.
With a primal roar, he threw Blake off of his cock, sending the squealing girl sailing onto her back. Leaping on top of her, he pinned her arms above her head, burying his face in her neck as his cock found its way back inside her pussy. Blake screamed in ecstasy, her body shaking as Ethan resumed his thundering pace. Parting his lips, he bit down on her neck, sucking and sinking his teeth into her soft flesh. Beneath him, Blake moaned.
Parting, he barely noticed the love bite he had given her. Releasing her arms, Ethan instead grabbed Blake’s thighs, forcing her ankles up into the air, before pressing her legs back so he could pin her to the floor. Instinctively, Blake wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling her knees up to her chest so Ethan would have no obstacle to her womb. Above her, the young man roared, the effects of the aphrodisiac taking effect as he pounded her into the floor. Blake’s whole body was on fire; she’d never been fucked this ferociously before. Every hammer-blow thrust of his cock sent her thoughts juddering out of her head, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. A few seconds later, her orgasm overtook her, and Blake let out an ear-splitting scream as a wave of ecstasy washed over her. Eyes rolling back, her head lolled against the floor, her orgasmic shudders kept under control by Ethan’s pinning body. It felt as though her climax would last forever, only wanning when her lover’s hips slammed home one last time, his cock unleashing a torrent of sticky white cum into her pussy. For a moment, the pair lay together, bodies frozen stiff in exquisite pleasure. When Ethan’s strength finally gave out, and he came crashing down on top of her, Blake felt his cock slip from her well-used hole, followed a moment later by a deluge of spunk.
“Fuck...” She muttered, exhausted. “That was...”
Before she could say another word, a scream split the air, accompanied by the unmistakable splintering of wood.
A few minutes earlier, Liam and Lauren had found themselves on the first-floor landing. The upstairs of the house was just as modest as the downstairs, with only two bedrooms and a bathroom to speak of. Lauren reflected on the actions that had led them to the place; the mad dash through the streets, the chaos of trying to find her friends, the desperate risk they’d taken breaking into the unattended house. She hoped the original occupants would forgive them. If they were still alive, that was.
“You check in there.” Liam called to her, pointing to the master bedroom. “I’m going to raid the bathroom.”
Nodding, Lauren turned towards the door. Half-open, she could see into the room beyond; It was dark, the heavy curtains drawn, and it looked like the bed had been vacated in a hurry. Cautiously, she crept forward, flicking the light switch, only to realize the bulb must have blown. Pulling out her phone, she flicked on the camera. The bedroom was in disarray, a stark contrast to the rest of the house. Clothes were piled everywhere, and there was a sweet stench in the air, that filled her nostrils and made her feel giddy. As she made her way across the room, she felt something heavy knock against her foot, and yelped in fright. Jumping back, she saw whatever it was roll away under the bed, and felt her heart leap into her throat. Had that been an arm?
Slowly, the young woman lowered herself to the ground, crouching far enough away to peer under the bedframe without putting herself in more danger. Flashing her torchlight into the dark cavern, she was relieved to see that what had caught her foot was not, in fact, an attacker, but instead a long, wooden cylinder. Some kind of bat, she thought, before glancing around warily. With care, she lowered herself onto her belly, and reached under the bed. The bat was just out of her reach, and as her fingers groped for it, she cursed under her breath. Lowering herself further, she crawled deeper under the bedframe, her head and shoulders disappearing as she pursued her prize.
A sudden sound made her pause. A creaking, coming from behind her. “Liam?” She asked, quietly. “Is that you?”
She got no reply. Seconds passed like hours. Lauren could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was just about to chastise herself for jumping at nothing when a rough pair of hands took hold of her waist, lifting her ass, and making her yelp in fright.
“Liam!” She cried out. “If that’s you, this isn’t funny! Now’s really not the time for – Ahh!” A sudden tearing stopped her mid-sentence. Whoever was behind her had just ripped open her jeans, exposing her ass to the cold air. A second later, a warm, damp tongue slipped between her lips, lapping hungrily at her clit. Despite her surprise, she couldn’t help but moan. Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing. When a sudden, dull thwack, cut the pleasure short, she groaned in denial.
“Lauren?” A voice asked. Through her lust, Lauren recognized it as Liam’. “Are you alright?”
“Mm-hmm...” She mumbled, although the voice didn’t sound like her own.