[This story is a work of fiction. All similarities are coincidental. Anyone under 18, please do not read further. Otherwise, enjoy.]
(C) Copyright 2008 M Saint
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"Hurry, open the door!" Cried Gina. Her hands cupping herself as if it may help her to not gush urine all down her long legs. Gina stood at 6'1", her hair black, eyes brown. Thin, but a nice build. Her black skirt blew lightly in the wind.
"Okay, it's open," Replied Brett. His shorter and stocky frame of 5'11" stood at the door. His hair in a mo-hawk, green, eyes bluish gray.
Gina made a dash for the restroom. The house was pitch black, and ominously quiet. Not that it was out of the norm for any empty house to be so, but it felt much different. Neither one paid much attention. Over the course of several hours, they both have shared numerous drinks which included beer, several shots of tequila, bourbon, rum, and mixed drinks all night long.
It was a dark night, and the full moon glow shined down on the earth leaving a bluish light out of the shadows. Before Brett took a step inside the front door, he glanced across the street towards a darkened side of a neighbors house. From where he stood, he thought he could see a silhouette of someone facing him. He dismissed it as just a trick of the dark, and walked inside shutting the heavy door behind him.
Gina finished up in the restroom, and pulled up her panties before facing the mirror. Her makeup ran a bit, but otherwise didn't lose its perfection. The wind picked up outside, and the trees blew with each strong gust. The sounds of scratching began outside, but Gina figured it was the branches scratching the side of the house.
The bathroom door opened slightly, and there was a long pause. "Brett? Is that you?" She called out. Gina stood in place and waited for a reply. A few seconds passed, and Brett opened the door wide and began to sing and air guitar to a random punk tune.
"You fucking asshole!" She screamed at him, and shoved him out of the way as she headed for the bedroom.
"I'm sorry," he called out after her pacing slowly behind her.
Brett walked in behind Gina and closed the bedroom door behind them. Gina jumped onto the bed and unbuttoned her top. "How sorry are you?" She whispered seductively.
"Oh, I'm so so sorry," He muttered almost stuttering.
"Will you show me just how sorry you are?"
"Oh yes."
"Strip for me."
Brett paused, then in an awful attempt at dancing, he was stopped by Gina, as she pushed him back on the bed, and inched her way down to his shorts opening the belt. He moaned slightly. As Gina fully opened his shorts she pulled them down to his ankles and stared at his half hard erection. She brought her mouth down to it and breathed heavily on it with hot breath. He moaned some more.
"You like that?" she cooed. She unbuttoned her top all the way and dropped it to the floor. She slid her fingers into each side of her panties and inched them down off her hips until they were completely off of her body. "Do you want my pussy?"
Brett was left speechless at the site of her fully nude body pressing against him setting his dick off into a rock hard pulsing frenzy. Precum oozed a drop from the head and Gina took the tip of her tongue and licked it off making Brett's cock twitch in anticipation.
"Did you like that?" She asked Brett, and paused to hear what he would say. He didn't speak, but only smiled heavily and closed his eyes.
She opened her mouth wide and took in his cock moving her tongue around as she sucked him off. She kept a steady rhythm, and sucked his head while she cupped and massaged his balls.
"Oh yeah. Suck me hard."
Gina relaxed her jaw and opened her throat deep to receive the whole shaft as she deep throated his dick and pumped it hard as she blew him well and jerked him off waiting for him to explode in her mouth. She continued wildly and sucked more and more moving her tongue and mouth up and down and around, until he squeezed the sheets tight and released a hot thick load into her gaping mouth. It shot hard and she almost gagged on it, but took it in and swallowed every last drop.
"Delicious," she said licking her lips. "Now eat my pussy you dirty bastard," She commanded.
Brett rolled her over and relaxed in between her thighs. Spreading her lips, he wiggled his tongue and pushed deep into her hole licking up her juices. She ran her fingers through his hair, mashing his face into her wet cunt. Her other hand fingered her clitoris, and she came hard. Brett licked her clean and continued sucking her pussy. He stuck a few fingers in her and massaged her pussy while his tongue rotated, wiggled, and pressed deep into her. She screamed loud as she received several orgasms back to back.
"Suck my pussy. Suck me you fucking bastard."
Her last orgasm forced its way out so hard, she arched her back, dug her finger nails into Brett, and squeezed her thighs to almost cut off his circulation.
"Oh God, I can go for a joint," she said as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Brett responded regaining composure. He reached for his box. As he opened it, he pulled out a small bag filled with a few large nuggets and some good shake. "Oh fuck, no papers."
"You got a bowl?" She suggested.
"Hell yeah I do." He answered. He reached for it, pulled it out and filled the bowl with shake.
"Light it up," she said licking her lips both from anticipation and the taste of cum lingering sweetly on her lips.
Brett lit up the bowl and inhaled deeply filling his mouth with pot. He held it, then released feeling ready to choke, but did his best not to.
Gina grabbed it from him, and clicked the lighter making sure it was still lit. Brett grabbed his dick and jerked himself hard again. While Gina took slow hits from the pipe, he leaned over laying her back and pushed his cock in deep. She hardly flinched as he pumped her slow but steadily. She continued to take slow hits.
"Oh shit," she muttered. "Time for a refill." Brett didn't pay attention to her. He fucked her wet sticky cunt harder and harder. She reached in the box, and grabbed the bag of shake. She took it and filled up the bowl. It filled to the top. She lit up again and took constant, but slow hits. Brett sucked on her nipples and licked on her neck as his dick slipped inside and out making her pussy more wet and hot. Every dirty word he could think of escaped his mouth as he flipped her over, grabbed her hips and shoved himself deep into her hole from behind her. She moaned louder and louder now as he plowed, pulled her hair and screamed at her fucking her and pushing every inch of himself inside her.
Gina took another hit, as she did her best to keep herself held up. "Cum in me. Cum deep in my pussy." She planted her head into the pillow, then leaned up to take another hit.
Brett pounded hard into her, let out a loud scream and shot a thick, powerful load into her sloppy dripping cunt-hole. He stayed inside her, and Gina giggled a bit.
"Good for you?" She asked, then took another hit emptying the bowl completely. "I'm so fucking blown."
They both lay back and passed out next to each other naked. Gina's hand rest wrapped around Brett's cock and occasionally she would jerk it for a slight second. Then, it became completely quiet again.
Outside the house, the scratching returned. Moans of a darker kind were present as well. Brett kissed Gina's forehead, then got up to go to the restroom. He entered the bathroom, and stood over the toilet to take a piss. He heard a noise outside the house, but thought, "Neh," and continued. After he finished he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He flexed his chest, and out of the corner of his eye, a shadow moved past the window. Naked, and fearless, he headed for the back-door and opened it, ready to let whoever it was have a piece of his fist. Nobody was there. As he began to turn around to head back inside, he was attacked sending him backwards onto the ground staring into the deep hollowed eyes of the dead. He tried to scream, but the creature thrust Brett's head into the ground and bit into his throat. Blood began to gush, and he twitched and tried to add pressure to his wound. It was too deep to keep in control.
Moans began to sound in the background. Brett lay on the ground unable to move, and as he took his last breath, his grip let go of his killer. Two more zombies came out of the darkness to feast on his flesh. His bloody, naked body ripped apart and plated on the cold earth strung about as a feast for the dead. His eyes lost.
Gina opened her eyes and moved her hand to touch Brett and cuddle next to him. He wasn't there, so Gina got up to check on him. Her head spinning, and her body shivering. She grabbed a robe, and put it on. Her cold nipples poking at the robe tenting it a little. She moved toward the restroom, and seen he wasn't in there. Moving towards the kitchen, the lights remained out. The back door slightly ajar added concern, and she walked slowly towards it opening it up and looking around outside to see what was going on. She looked down around the ground. There was nothing. Not Brett's body was no longer there. She looked up as she heard a noise coming from behind the garage.
"Brett? Do you need some help?" She asked calling for him.
As she called his name again, Brett's head dropped to the ground, exposing it's bloody skin and flesh. Gina screamed and turned to reenter the back door, but a moaning dark figure neared her preventing her from going back. She ran around the house, and down the block screaming for help. Screams were faintly heard in the background, and figures in the darkness looked on towards her. As she ran further down the street. she tripped and fell to the ground banging the side of her head. Gina was knocked out.
---------------------------Waking Up---------------------------
Gina woke up to gunshots. She lay on a couch as a woman, along with her little girl looked over her to make sure she was alright. Looking around, she noticed the house was dimly lit, the windows and door boarded up tight and a boy, maybe 16 or so, enter the room. His rifle propped on his shoulder, and a pistol held in the front of his pants.
"Are you okay?" He asked Gina.
"I think so." She answered, rubbing her head.
"My name is Jason." He introduced himself.
"I'm Betty." The woman said. "This here is my step-daughter, Natalie." She continued.
"Hey." Gina said. "How are you?" She tried reaching for the girls hand.
Natalie held tighter to her step-mother.
"She's just scared. We're all scared. I don't know what's happening." Betty spoke, beginning to cry.
"We'll be fine." Jason assured. The other three were too frightened to believe it.
Screams and groans were growing louder outside, and Jason held his rifle as he walked towards the front. He opened a small hole in the front of the house, and poked his rifle out taking a shot at something as screams were heard. Another blast, then silence. Another shot, and a loud pop was heard as it hit its target.
"Blew its fucking head right off!" Jason yelled in victory.
Natalie held onto Betty even tighter.
Jason spit to the floor, and closed the hole. He set the gun next to the wall, and walked towards Gina. "So, how about a little kiss for your savior?" he asked, staring sharply into her eyes.
