Sex Zombies

by S. Wolf

  Randall went back out to the main lobby, where Desk Sergeant Patterson and Officer Welles talked between themselves. Lou Patterson was a large burly man in his mid-forties, with a military crew cut and an attitude to match. He was the perfect choice for running the day to day duties of the station.

  Jennifer Welles was a rookie, just twenty-three years old, with a pretty face and blonde hair she kept short. She had been on the force only seven months, and was still learning the ropes before being sent out on the streets. Not that the streets were that dangerous in this small town. Most of the time the cops were preoccupied by rounding up drunks and breaking up the occasional bar fight. There were also the illegal drugs, but other than that, not much major crime.

  The last murder they had was three years ago when Charlie Krabbitz came home early one day to his trailer, and found his wife fucking the UPS man. Charlie’s hobby was stamp collecting, and he received packages of them from all over the world. It turned out that Melanie Krabbitz was enjoying her husband’s hobby as much as he was, and the UPS drivers would fight over who got to deliver the packages to her house. The unlucky driver on that day was Barry Southland, who still had his dick in Melanie’s grasping cunt when Charlie placed the barrel of his shotgun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger. His blood and brains splattered all over Melanie’s face, and she barely began to scream when the gun was pressed against her nose and the other barrel went off, taking off the top of her head. Charlie reloaded, sat on the couch, stuck the gun in his mouth, and used both barrels to make sure.

  As for the police work, there wasn’t much to do but fill out the forms. No mystery to solve and no criminal mastermind to track down. Just the paperwork and the cleanup.

  “He’s quiet in there,” Randall announced to the pair, “Personally, I think a hospital is where he belongs, but we’ll let the Chief decide. Is he coming in?”

  “Yeah,” Patterson replied, “I called him. He wasn’t too happy about it, but with the Carlton boy going missing, and now this fuck all at the drive-in, I really didn’t have a choice. Plus, Brody Waller called a little while ago and said some guy was out in his field fucking his cows.”

  Randall stared at him. “Did you say he was fucking cows?”

  “That’s what Waller told me.”

  “Isn’t that farm between the Zanderson’s and the drive-in?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I’m just trying to put this together. If this Carly girl walked to town, maybe she infected this cow fucker. Has someone called her parents?”

  “I tried, but there was no answer. Officer West went out to their farm to take a look, but I haven’t heard back from him yet.”

  Randall shook his head. “This is fucked up. And I have a feeling it’s going to get worse.”

  Patterson nodded.

  “Did you say infected?” Officer Welles asked.

  “Yeah, it might be contagious, so you don’t want to be touching that kid in the cell.”

  Patterson stared at him. “Then why’d you bring him here?”

  “Calm down. It’s from touch. Just stay away from him and you’ll be alright.”

  Patterson didn’t look convinced.

  “I’ve got to head back out,” Randall said, “supposedly the Zanderson girl and a boy named Ronny Paulson ran off into the woods by the drive-in. I also have to find out who else was with her in the bathroom. I’ll radio in and keep you updated.”

  He headed out the door.

  The Desk Sergeant watched Randall go, and turned to Jennifer. “Officer Welles, check on the prisoner to make sure everything’s ok, and then again every fifteen minutes.”

  “Yes sir.”

  “But remember Deputy Randall’s warning. Don’t get near him.”

  “Yes sir. I don’t have to be told twice.” She wrinkled her nose.

  “Thank you.”

  She turned and headed off to the holding cells, and his eyes automatically dropped to her ass, locking on those perfect twin globes as they pumped gently from her stride. He hid it well, but working nights with this girl was driving him crazy. She wore her uniform blouse one size too small, and her large breasts pressed out against their confinement, straining the buttons. And the perfume she wore was constantly in his nose as they filled out paperwork together. And that perfect ass. It was to die for. He would give up a month’s pay just to lay one hand on it. Sometimes he had to sit at his desk for an extra few minutes, distracting his mind with sports until his erection would subside and he could get up without embarrassment.

  Since Jennifer had joined the force, his wife had enjoyed the benefits. Nearly every night he would come home with an ache in his groin after being around Welles all day, and take it out on Barbara, fucking her like a bull in heat. She would scream out in passion as he relentlessly pounded her into the mattress with his weight, his eyes tightly shut as he brought up images of Jennifer – snapshots he had taken of her with his mind during the day.

  As her ass disappeared around the corner, Patterson reached down and shifted his cock in his pants, giving it room as it swelled. Yes, Barbara was going to get it good tonight. Maybe he’ll do her doggy-style with the lights down low, so he can look down at her forty-year-old ass and pretend it was Jennifer’s.

  Officer Welles stared at the boy in shock. She hadn’t recognized him when Randall brought him in, but now she did. As the rookie officer, she was responsible for making the anti-drug appearances at the high school. Being only a few years older than some of the kids there, she got along well with them, and some would even come and talk to her after the presentations.

  A few of the boys had wandering eyes that drifted down to her chest as they talked, and would dart back upward when they thought she noticed. She smiled inwardly at this attention, knowing they really couldn’t help themselves, with all the raging hormones pumping through their teenage bodies.

  And sometimes late at night, when she couldn’t sleep because her body ached with frustration, her hand would slip between her legs and find the warm wet slit of her cunny, sending arcs of pleasure through herself. That was when these boys’ eyes would come back to her, and she would imagine them doing more than just looking. In her mind their hands would reach out and cradle her soft breasts, and she would draw them into her body, teaching them everything they needed to know.

  The boy standing behind the bars in front of her was one of those students. His eyes had freely wandered her body as they talked, and later in her bed she had brought up his face, her fingers whisking against her clit as she imagined doing things to him, coming with a fierce clench of muscles as her imagination placed him between her spread legs.

  “Gary?” she said, “Is that you?”

  He stared and grinned, and some drool ran from the corner of his mouth.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Her eyes traveled downward, and looked at his hard cock arching out towards her. It was stiff and solid, and reminded her of her boyfriend in college, who claimed she made him so hard, a cat couldn’t scratch it.

  Her eyes lingered on his cock, fascinated by the rounded head and smooth skin, pulled tight and shiny by its tumescence. It had been a while since she had held one in her hand and guided it between her legs. Four months in fact. They had sent her to a police training conference in Omaha, and she had met a guy in the hotel bar. The thought of having sex with a stranger excited her, and wetness was seeping into the crotch of her panties when she asked him if he wanted to come up to her room. Of course he accepted, and ten minutes later she lay between his legs, her head bobbing up and down as she took his cock into her mouth. She loved the feel of his warm salty cum spurting against the back of her throat, and her eyes watched his as he stared at where her lips stretched around the base of his cock, allowing a thin line of semen to dribble out and run down over his balls.

  He was hard again in no time, and she lay back on the flowered hotel bedspread and opened herself to him, reaching down to take him in her hand and guide him into her soppin
g cunt. She came hard as he jack-hammered against her upturned hips, his balls slapping lewdly against her sensitive asshole. He followed right behind, locking deep into her as he spurted his seed against the entrance of her womb, separated only by the thin latex membrane of the condom..

  He was gone when she awoke, and she was glad. She wanted it to be only that – a single night of passion with no messy relationship. She came home with a smile on her face and a feeling of contented satisfaction in her cunt.

  But since then, all she had was her fantasies about the boys, and her odd preoccupation with her co-worker, Sergeant Patterson. She wasn’t sexually attracted to him, but she found him fascinating. It had begun when she had met his wife Barbara at the Christmas party, who was a slight diminutive woman, barely five feet tall. The contrast between her and her husband intrigued Jennifer, and she couldn’t help but think about them together in bed. Did she ride him like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, controlling how far his cock reached up into her pussy? Or did she lie back and allow him to take her, his body crushing hers beneath it? Maybe they met somewhere in the middle, perhaps doggy style, with her head in the pillow and ass in the air as his hips battered against her?

  She refocused on the boy, who was slowly stroking his cock. Looking back up to his eyes, she thought she saw a glimmer of recognition there. Was he remembering her? It was hard to tell.

  She knew she should leave, but she couldn’t. Sexual feelings churned inside of her as she watched him beat off, unable to tear her eyes away. Her pussy was moist and her fingers twitched with the desire to relieve the pressure building in her clit.

  Taking a quick glace behind her to make sure no one was coming, she turned back and took a step towards him, now only five feet away. His smile widened and his hand picked up speed. As she watched him, her hands moved to her breasts and she cupped herself through her blouse, feeling her nipples rise up and create visible bumps under the cloth.

  His eyes focused on her chest and his hand became a blur, making a wet wick-wick-wick sound as it flew over his slick cock. Her fingers moved to her nipples and she squeezed them hard, sending a wave of pleasure through her loins. She moaned softly.

  His hips jerked in time with his strokes, and she watched the head of his cock with fascination, wanting to see it happen. Her breath was coming in short gasps, as her open mouth sucked in lungfuls of air.

  The first spurt was weak, and landed with an audible splat on the floor. The next one shot out with surprising force, ejected from the tip like it was shot from a cannon. Before she could react, it splashed across her face, a gooey curved white line from nose to chin, and the familiar salty-bitter taste was on her tongue.

  Her eyes went wide with shock, and she backed away, spitting and gagging. Wiping her face with her sleeve and hands, she tried to remove the offending fluid, but she could still taste and smell it. Fear welled up inside as Randall’s warning came back to her. Contagious.

  She spit again, but her mouth was dry and she couldn’t gather enough saliva to be effective. The taste was still there, coating her tongue. Her heart beat wildly. Bringing her sleeve up again, she found a dry spot and licked it, trying to dry wash the traces of semen from her tongue.

  When she turned back to him, he was still standing there grinning, his hand around his cock and a line of semen trailing down from the head, over his fist, and onto his balls. The floor in front of him was spattered with a line of several pools of goo.

  She was about to leave when she looked at his cock again, somehow fascinated by it. Her eyes followed the semen trail down, unable to look away. A desire rose from within her, disgusting at first, but becoming more palatable the more she mulled it over. She wanted to run her tongue up that stream of cum, starting at his balls and working her way upward, lapping up every drop on the way. When she got to the top, she would take the head into her mouth and milk him with her hand, licking up each fresh drop that seeped from the tip.

  Yes, that was a very good idea. She grinned wide and knelt in front of him.

  Five minutes later Patterson looked at his watch. What was she doing in there? He told her to check on him every fifteen minutes. Maybe she misunderstood and thought he meant for her to stay with him for that long.

  By now, his hard on had ebbed, and he was able to get up without delay. He walked to the holding area.

  What was there froze him in his tracks, and he couldn’t believe he was seeing it. He must have fallen asleep at his desk and was having another erotic dream about Jennifer. But none of his dreams had been this vivid.

  Jennifer’s uniform and undergarments lay in crumpled heaps spread across the floor, and she was completely nude in front of him. She was bent over, with her ass pressed back against the bars of the cell, and her arms reaching back and gripping the bars tightly in her hands. Gary was standing behind her, his hips pressed against the bars and his cock inside of her. Using the bars as leverage, her body was jerking forward and back, riding his cock. The motion caused her large breasts, now dangling beneath her, to sway forward and back in a hypnotic rhythm.

  Patterson’s mouth gaped open and he stared at the sight before him, unable to look away. At some level he knew he should get the hell out, but the shock of seeing what he had been lusting after for the past seven months overrode any rational thoughts. There she was, the girl he had been fucking in his imagination, available to him.

  She smiled up at him and he became lost in her eyes.

  “Come here and let me suck your cock,” she said, exactly how she had said it so many times in his dreams. He didn’t recall moving, but suddenly he was right in front of her, the huge bulge in his pants just inches from her face.

  “Feed it to me,” she said, “I need it.”

  His hands went to his zipper, and a moment later his cock was freed, much harder and stiffer than anything he could manage with his wife. Pushing down on the base, he aligned the head with her open searching mouth, and watched as the sweet heavenly pleasure enveloped him.

  Chapter 17

  “How’d it go?” Emma asked. She was sitting beside Josh on the couch in the room above Amber’s garage, looking at him with a concerned expression. Amber and Billy shared a recliner on the other side of the coffee table.

  He shrugged. “Pretty much what I expected.” He told them about Haley touching him, and how he panicked and pushed her away.

  “Do you think she’s ok?” Emma asked.

  “I didn’t see any of the signs I saw with Carly, so I think so.”

  Amber looked at Billy. “Tell him.”

  “Tell me what?”

  “I got a call from Jeremy,” Billy began, “You know he’s dating Becca Waller, right? Anyway, Becca told him her dad found some guy out in their field fucking the cows.”

  Josh stared at him. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

  “I wish I was.”

  “Wait, did you say cows, as in plural?”

  “Yeah, he was going from cow to cow.”

  Josh’s brows knitted in thought. “If Carly walked to the drive-n, wouldn’t that take her by there?”

  “That’s exactly what we were thinking.”

  “So this guy has sex with Carly, and then starts fucking cows? Is that really what we’re talking about here?”

  “It seems so.”

  “So that means everyone she was with in the bathroom could be like this?”

  “And everyone they’re with.”

  Josh thought of Haley again.

  “And that’s not accounting for Bubba,” added Billy. “Who knows what he’s been up to?”

  “This is so fucked up,” Josh said, and suddenly his fears returned. “I was with her in the bathroom. She touched me.”

  “Josh, you’re fine, You check it.” Emma said.

  “What if I’m not? What if it takes more time? I could be putting you all in danger.”

  “If you had it we would know by now,” Amber said.

  “We don’t know that for sure.” He stoo
d. “I think I better go.”

  Emma stood with him. “Josh, stop and think about this.”

  “What’s there to think about? I could be spreading this to you.”

  She reached out and took his hand. He tried to pull away but she held him tightly.

  “Think Josh. You and I kissed twice since then. Once in the bathroom and then at the car before you left with Haley. If you have it, I have it too. Like it or not, we’re in this together.”

  He stopped. She was right. Dammit. How could he be so stupid?

  She stepped into him and slipped her arms around his waist. He paused before putting his arms around her shoulders, and they held each other.

  He turned his head to Amber and Billy. “How about you two?”

  Deadpan, Billy said, “Before you got here, Amber, Emma, and I had a three-way, so if you two are infected, we are too.”

  Josh grinned at his friend. “You really are a fucked up human, you know that?”

  “Ok, don’t believe me,” Billy said, “Emma, tell him it’s true.”

  Emma grinned against Josh’s chest. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a three-way. Billy only lasted for the first minute, and after that it was just Amber and me.”

  Amber and Josh began laughing. Billy feigned indignance.

  “It was two minutes, and you loved it.”

  They all laughed and Josh said. “I can’t believe we’re making jokes when we have sex zombies walking around.”

  “Sex zombies?” Billy asked.

  “Yeah. What would you call them?”

  Billy thought about it. “Sex zombies it is.”

  Josh became quiet.

  “What’s wrong?” Emma asked.

  “I can’t stop worrying about Haley. I should have taken her to the hospital.”

  “Call her,” Emma replied.

  Josh considered it. “I think I will. The worst that could happen is I wake her up.” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number, and it occurred to him that no, waking her up wasn’t the worst that could happen.