Night of the Lusting Dead
Copyright© 2026 by Lindsey Skye
Chapter 3
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
“Mmmf! Mmmm! Mffff!” Lauren moaned around the tentacle in her mouth. Behind her, she felt the mutant zombie’s cock pounding in and out of her snatch, its heavy balls slapping against her clit as it fucked her. Bent over, her arms pinned to her sides by the long, snake-like tongue lolling from the infected’s mouth, there was nothing she could do but relax and try to enjoy herself. As the zombie pumped away at her pussy, the end of its tongue continued to punish her throat, forcing its way between her lips, and leaving her stuffed from both ends.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lauren could just about see the street outside. Two stories up, trapped in an abandoned building, there was no hope of escape. At least not until the zombie had fucked itself to death. When it had first ensnared her, dragging her on her back down the alley, then up the side of the building to the ruined apartment, she’d been sure she was going to die. But, like all of the infected, the monster only seemed to have one thing on its mind: emptying its balls into her tight, young cunt.
Not long after, Lauren felt the zombie’s cock start to throb. Mewling, her eyes rolled back into her head, as a sudden surge of undead jizz flooded her passage. Her hips bucking, she did her best to draw it deeper into her, reveling in the sensation of being filled. As the creature came, she felt its tongue push even deeper into her throat, and she gagged and spluttered as it cut off her air supply. She loved being treated like this. It was so, so hot.
As the zombie’s orgasm slowed, Lauren prepared for it to release her, falling to the ground like all the other infected. But, as cum began to trickle from her pussy, she was dismayed to find it still alive and kicking. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked into its pink glowing eyes, somehow even wilder now that it had blown its first load. Were these mutant infected different somehow? Was fucking them not enough? In a panic, she wondered how long she was going to be trapped here, stuffed from both ends by the undead monster. Kicking her legs, she struggled to free herself from its grasp, but with her arms pinned to her sides, there was nothing she could do. She felt its grip on her body tightening, the tongue wrapped around her torso and neck constricting, and as her vision started to go white, she wondered if this was really going to be the end.
Suddenly, a commotion pierced her haze; a door bursting open, and the heavy thwang of a crossbow firing. Behind her, the mutant growled in pain, its cock slipping from her pussy as it crumpled to the floor, a bolt through its head. As its tongue slackened, Lauren pulled herself free, falling to her knees and gasping for air. Across the tiled floor, she heard someone approaching. “Are you alright?” A woman’s voice, one she didn’t recognize.
Looking up, Lauren found herself looking at a girl, not much older than herself, wearing a white tank-top and gym shorts. She had a lightly tanned face, with dirty blonde hair, and in one arm she carried a black hunting crossbow. She offered Lauren a hand and pulled her too her feet. “Thanks.” Lauren muttered, brushing herself off.
“You ok? That thing hurt you?” The woman asked.
Lauren shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Just a little sore.” She blushed as the stranger looked down at the fresh cum trickling down her thighs.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve got a towel and some spare clothes in my bag.” The woman turned, heading towards the door. She stopped in the doorway and looked back. “My name’s Yasmin, by the way. What’s yours?”
“Lauren.” She replied. “Nice to meet you.”
“Ready?” Liam asked, one hand on the front door.
Behind him, Ethan nodded. Hefting his baseball bat, Liam turned the handle, and opened the door out into the deserted city. Doing their best to stay quiet, the pair snuck out of their hideout, backpacks slung over their shoulders, and improvised weapons in hand. Blake followed behind, Lauren’s clothes tucked under one arm, and some paper towels stuffed into her pockets. They didn’t know what state they’d find the other girl in, so she wanted to be prepared.
Moving quickly through the streets, the trio made their way back towards the gas station, near to the place where Lauren had disappeared. Squeezing his fist around the handle of the kitchen knife he’d taken, Ethan let out a deep exhale. He was filled with equal parts fear, anger, and determination. Even Blake’s offer of a quick pre-rescue blowjob hadn’t done anything to calm his nerves. He really hoped Lauren was ok. He didn’t know what he’d do if she wasn’t.
Emerging onto the road where the girls had caused their earlier ‘distraction’, the three friends looked between each other. The evidence of the undead gangbang was still present, puddles of creamy white fluid staining the concrete. Pointing to a nearby alley, Blake nodded in the direction Lauren had been taken, and Liam and Ethan approached, weapons drawn. There had been no signs of any infected so far, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t stay alert. Sneaking toward the mouth of the alley, Liam peered into the gloom. “Any sign of her?” Ethan whispered.
“No.” Liam replied, before stepping in, motioning Ethan to follow. Hearts pounding, the two stalked down the alleyway, eyes flitting along the walls for signs of danger. Ahead, a rustling made the two men jump, but it was only the wind, disturbing a pile of trash bags. Even more on edge, they carried on.
Back at the entrance, Blake watched nervously, as her boyfriend and her lover snuck away. Pressed up against the bricks, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, watching the rooftops in case anything appeared above them. As they neared the end of the passage, she started to relax, until a growl behind her made her turn. With horror, she saw an infected, crouched low, crawling along the ground towards her, it’s face covered by a dark hoodie, and a thick cock dangling between its legs. She had no idea how it had got so close without her noticing. Before she could scream, it suddenly lunged forward, leaping at her with superhuman speed, knocking her onto her back.
With an oomph, Blake fell to the ground, before a pair of clawed hands pinned her wrists above her head. Landing on top of her, the zombie wasted no time driving its cock into her pussy, growling as it sank its shaft into the young woman’s tight snatch. After the last few days of near-constant sex, Blake had given up on wearing panties, and with nothing but the loose skirt of her cheerleader’s uniform to protect her, there was nothing to stop the infected from ramming her cunt with its rough, swollen prick. She moaned as it thrust into her, slamming its hips back and forth feverishly, fucking her hard and fast. She barely had time to enjoy herself before it’s hot, sticky cum invaded her womb. She was actually a little disappointed.
But the creature wasn’t finished yet. Without missing a beat, the zombie continued its assault, pumping it’s still-hard cock in and out of her with fresh enthusiasm. Blake could hear the wet squelching of cum escaping from her entrance, fucked out by the undead rod ravaging her hole. Soon enough, the zombie came again, the fresh load of semen mixing with the old as it unloaded into her. As her pussy overflowed with its jizz, Blake wondered how long this thing could keep up the pace, but before she could find out, a solid swing to the temple sent the zombie sprawling.
“Are you alright?” Ethan asked, hurrying over, as Liam continued to beat the zombie into a bloody pulp with his bat.
Blake nodded. “Yep. Just a little sticky.” As she got to her feet, a waterfall of cum burst from her lower lips, running down her thighs towards the ground. Looking up, she gave Ethan a sheepish grin.
The young man shook his head. “Alright. But from now on, I think we all need to start being more careful.”
“Yeah.” Liam replied. “Who knows what other kinds of weird new infected we’ll run into?”
“They’ve definitely got a lot more stamina than the regular ones.” Blake added, fishing some paper towels out of her bag to clean herself up. “Just fucking them isn’t going to be enough anymore.”
Ethan nodded grimly. “Right. That’s good to know. Now come on, let’s get back to searching.” Throwing the sticky towels to the ground, Blake hefted her bag. Together, the three turned, even more alert than before, and disappeared down the alleyway.
“So, there are other survivors?” Lauren asked, her voice hopeful.
Yasmin nodded. “Yeah. There’s four of us, holed up in an old tugboat at the docks. I don’t know if there are any others though. To be honest, we thought we were it.” She gave Lauren a smile. “I’m glad I was wrong.”
“Me too.” Lauren replied. Hugging her knees, she looked down at the fresh clothes Yasmin had given her; a white t-shirt, and a pair of denim shorts. They were more tomboyish than she usually wore, but after so long wearing nothing but costumes, she was glad to have some real clothes. Although, she did miss how hot her ass had looked squeezed into the policewoman’s pencil skirt...
“What about you?” Yasmin asked, rifling through her backpack. “Are you alone, or are you with a group?”
“A group.” Lauren answered “My boyfriend, and two others. We were hiding out in a house a few blocks from here. We’d gone to get gas for our car, when that infected grabbed me.
Yasmin nodded in understanding. “Do you have any idea where they are now?”
Lauren shook her head. “No. The last time I saw them was...” She paused, as she remembered the last time she’d seen Blake, stripped naked and spread-eagled, a hulking zombie using her like a human fleshlight, while a horde of infected watched on, waiting their turn. She decided to leave that part out. “The last time I saw them was outside the gas station. By now, they’ll either be back at the house, or out looking for me.” Suddenly, Lauren started to panic. What if they got hurt? What if they got separated, and picked off one by one, held down and fucked to exhaustion by the special infected, like she would have been if the mysterious stranger hadn’t come to her rescue?
Seeing her panic, Yasmin frowned in concern. “You alright?”
“Yeah, sorry.” Lauren snapped out of it. “Just ... worried about them. That’s all.”
Yasmin gave her a smile. “Don’t be. I’m sure they’re fine. The rest of my group are out there too, foraging for supplies. Who knows? Maybe they’ll bump into each other? And if not, we can go check on your hideout. When you’re feeling a bit better, of course.”
Lauren nodded gratefully. “Thank you.” With a groan, she got to her feet. “To be honest, I’m ready now, if you are?”
Yasmin chuckled. “Wow. Guess that wasn’t your first rodeo, huh? After a fucking like that, most people wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”
Lauren thought back on the two gangbangs she’d already taken part in that day. “Well, I guess I’ve got a little experience.”
“No kidding.” Yasmin got to her feet. “Come on, let’s go find your friends.”
Looking helplessly at the buildings around them, Ethan let out a long, frustrated sigh. This was hopeless. They’d been searching for hours now, and they’d found no signs of Lauren. They’d followed the alleyway until it opened out onto what had probably once been a busy street, now long deserted. The few infected they’d come across had been quickly dispatched, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t find hide nor hair of his missing girlfriend. Resting against a trash can, he looked up at the sky, close to his wits’ end. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Blake standing behind him, a half-hearted smile on her face. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her. It’s not too late.”
“Thanks.” Ethan replied, shrugging off her hand. Walking away down the street, he moved confidently, trying not to let the others see how worried he was. Behind him, Blake and Liam turned to each other, and shared a shrug. A few minutes later, the trio arrived at a large junction. They were getting closer to the center of the town now, and as the sun started to set in the sky, even Blake began to lose hope that they’d ever find their friend. Pausing on a bench to take a break, she put her head in her hands.
“It’s getting late.” Liam announced, sitting down next to her. “Maybe we should head back?”
“No.” Ethan said, firmly. “Not until we find Lauren.”