The New Tenant at the Parker Farm

"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.