The Zombie Zone

Inside the pool gymnasium's sideroom, Ashem sat across from Hanover. His posture for a forty year old resembled that of a ten year old caught lying. She lambasted him, "...and moreover, in the middle of a crisis. What has gotten into you?!"

"How many times are you going to say it? You caught me, red-handed, having consensual sex. Whoop-dee-do-da," Ashem snapped back.

Hanover rolled her jaw, "Because as a counsellor, I can tell when the person I speak to is listening or not. And I can tell you're not."

"Look, now that we have a better understanding about what is going on, it won't happen again. I can put aside my private business and get us all out of here alive first. Stop worrying," Ashem told her.

"You better. They are young adults and just as scared as the next. We need to be trustworthy. Especially right now..." Hanover relinquished her aggression. She leaned back in the chair, and rubbed the side of her thigh. The bloodstain on her pants remained, but the cut fabric showed a sliver of gauze Autumn used to wrap the wound. She was still in plenty of pain and drained, but it wasn't as bad.

"I bet you've had your fair share of young skin..." Ashem mumbled.

Hanover shot a glare, "Excuse me?"

"Don't play dumb, Penelope. People like us are just naturally attractive. I can tell you've tasted young men during your tenure here."

"I'm married," Hanover denied.

"That never stops anybody," Ashem wiggled his fingers to show his wedding band. He cracked a grin, "Remind me; who leaves the Martha Bowen staff stairwell unlocked?"

Hanover's heart skipped a beat. That one question flipped the script. She tried to deny it, "I don't know what you mean."

"I've seen it twice now. Heard some rumors, did some snooping, found the evidence," Ashem's usual nervousness faded. "Once I made an appointment on the forum, I watched you on the morning of that day unlock the stairwell."

Hanover sighed and folded, "Of course you did. It's...a side gig. A quick buck to give young adults the freedom to explore."

"Is it? Pretty illegal, too. Funny enough, I don't think it's just a side gig. I heard that punk say it -- 'you're one to talk'. You banging him, yeah?"

"That is highly inappropriate!" Hanover tried to shut the conversation down, but at the end, her eyes lowered in weakness. Just as her voice did.

"That wasn't a no. Sheesh, wait until the board hears about this. That boy's college career is going to be ruined," Ashem tapped the table.

"No," it escaped Hanover's lips like a hushed secret. It told Ashem everything.

"Ah, you are fucking him. And here you are acting all high and mighty," Ashem seeped in his venom. Hanover tried to hide her emotions, but it wasn't easy after everything. It combined with her guilt and self-loathing in a toxic way.

Ashem stood up and maneuvered around the table. His fingers walked along the edge, "We both have sin to bear. I suspect your husband wouldn't appreciate finding out, and neither would my wife. Once this all blows over, we have homes to go back to. Beds to make."

Hanover brought a glare up at Ashem. He towered over her, purposely.

"You can always leave," Ashem gestured to the door. "It just means you and that dickhead will have some explainin' to do. Or, you can persuade me to zip my lips."

Hanover sharply exhaled. She remembered saying something similar to Theodore. Guilt made her growl, "You're a monster."

"Aaah, well, you know what's coming next..." Ashem gradually handled his waistband. He unbuttoned his pants, which was eye level with Hanover.

"I don't consent," Hanover, becoming scared, warned him. His bulge grew.

"That's okay," Ashem unzipped his pants, ebbing his hips forward and letting his prominent bulge reach out to Hanover. He grinned, "There's one surefire way of making sure your husband and the board don't find out."

"I won't tell anyone what I saw," Hanover offered an alternative. She couldn't bite back with his scandal; he'd ruin her life either way.

"Me neither...after this..." Ashem finalized. His cock flicked out and over onto Hanover's face. The shaft laid across her nosetip. She sucked in her lips and flinched her eyes shut. A bead of precum already dribbled out.

Ashem's phone dinged. He took it out and checked the message. Hanover opened her eyes, greeted by the twitching member. Ungroomed, uncircumcised, and undeniably excited. It smelled like sweat and sex, still coated from his time inside Neptune.

"Aw, would ya look at that..." Ashem shared with Hanover a video he was sent.

It was Neptune and Samantha in the showers. Samantha was recording a selfie, topless and lewd. Over her shoulder, Neptune stood beneath a running shower head, nude. Neptune shook her fat ass in a sexy sway. It jiggled enticingly. She made them clap together a bit, and both girls giggled. A message below the video read, "cum join us, mr. ashem"

Ashem's wicked enjoyment culminated with him giggling and texting back at the girls. Hanover shuttered at their deviancy. She reflected on how she cornered Theo. How she gave him no choice. She felt like a hypocrite. The guilt ate her insides away. Tears fell across her cheeks, and her heaving brought more of his musk in.

"Now, now, Penelope, don't be jealous. I'll gladly plow your old cunt," Ashem pocketed his phone. He grabbed the base of his rigid cock and wiggled. It teased her nosetip and sight. She became repulsed and emotional.

Hanover gazed up at him with a pleading whine, "Please, don't..."

"God, I love it when they beg..." Ashem stopped wiggling his prick and lowered it closer to Hanover's mouth. The glazed head kissed her. The warm precum spread across her lower lip. She sobbed in response. She convinced herself that this was punishment. There were too many mistakes made. She thought of her job, her husband, and Theo...and how they must all hate her. Ashem's cock head parted her lips. She allowed it.

Hanover's pillowy lips warped around the helm and rubbed along the shaft. He only went half in before beginning the thrusts. Hanover stifled and shut her eyes. Ashem held the side of her face.

Hanover tasted what remained of Neptune, and it mixed with his ball juice. Her mouth and tongue became coated in a cocktail of sex. His precum worked its way to the back of her throat. He pried her open with the thrusts. It tickled and plugged up her throat.

Hanover repeatedly asked herself how and why this was happening. Each time her inner voice told her to fight or run, she quieted it with self-loathing.

The bulging head made her gag. Ashem shushed her, but did it again. The gags brought on increased salivation. The aggression curled her toes and fingers.

"I can't believe it," Ashem gently glided his cock along Hanover's tongue. "Such a bombshell bitch gagging on my prick. I'm a lucky son of a gun."

Another hand grabbed the back of her head. Ashem drove her all the way onto his cock. It penetrated her throat, and her eyes bulged open in shock. Pubs blinded her, and his sweat intensified her gags. With his hard-on lodged in her throat, she uncontrollably gagged and fidgeted. He didn't hold it, though, and she was able to draw away. Hanover spat the cock out and coughed.

"Hoo wee, that was great," Ashem arched his body so his pulsating member dangled closest to her face. He wasn't easy to take in, and his mass truly intimidated her.

Both liquids and hatred plastered Hanover's face. She glared at Ashem, an emotional wreck. He grinned, "What's with that look? Don't tell me you're not enjoying this."

"I hate you..." Hanover hissed.

Ashem sneered, "Shut up, bitch. You're gonna love my cock by the end of this. Now, bend over this table and let me have a peek at that mature anus of yours."

Hanover gasped, and didn't think he could become more detestable, "Anal?! God, no!"

Ashem angrily gripped her top and tugged down. She let out a gasp at the same time her large breasts were exposed. They jiggled about and he immediately toyed with them. His old, wrinkled hands were nearly buried in their mass, "Fuckin' A. Neptune's flabby tits are nothing like these water balloons. You got some natural pornstar tits, Penelope."

"Stop...no more..." she begged. His squeeze sparked a feeling inside her.

"You'll know when I'm done," Ashem held a breast up and engulfed the puffy nipple into his mouth. An electric sensation shot through Hanover; he found her most sensitive spot. This is what she feared. She felt her body react; between her legs and inside her panties.

His tongue and hands kneaded her breasts. He furiously teased her nipples, as if vying for milk. They grew stiff against the tease. Ashem giddily latched onto and sucked. He stared up in a sickening state of degeneracy. She gawked and quivered to each stroke and grope.

"That expression is to die for. Has your husband never treated these puppies right? You look starved, sweetie," Ashem jittered his fingers across the stiffened nipples.

"Shut up..." Hanover trembled.

"Pfft, what a moron. If you were mine, I'd fuck you twice a week. Trust me, my wife loves being my cumdump slut. Unfortunately for her, I'm not the kind of guy who is satisfied by one pussy. The younger, the better."

"You're disgusting..."

"Bold of you to say, right before having your guts rearranged. Give me five minutes, and I'll have you cooing like an anal-loving whore," Ashem moved aside and gestured her to move.

Hanover just stared at his throbbing cock. She didn't want to. She fought with every ounce of will to stay seated. But she knew she would lose a fight. She knew he'd take it by force if not given.

With a gimp leg, she got out of the chair and pressed on the table's edge. She undid her pants, and while lowering them, she bent. Ashem jerked an inch away from her unveiled ass. Her huge cheeks squeezed out of her waistband. The pants and panties fell, and he made her kick them away. No retreat.

Ashem propped his member on her waist, tugged aside a cheek, and gazed upon her most vulnerable parts. He licked his lips at the delicious holes. He gathered spit and dripped it on her anus. He used two fingers to massage it.

Hanover quivered and whimpered. He asked, "Have you ever done anal?"

"Once...and I hated it..."

Ashem's fingers pushed through the barrier. Hanover gritted teeth and muffled groans. Ashem loosened it up. It went from the fingertips, to one knuckle, to two knuckles.

"Sooo tight..." Ashem drooled more onto his fingers. After a few more dips, he took out his fingers and repositioned behind her.

He dropped his wet cock into its valley. Hanover twitched, heaved in breaths, and leaned her upper body over the table.

He humped. It made her leg ache, and she hissed. He humped. Her body rocked, with her breasts dragging along the table and her butt vibrating along his length. Feeling the table lick along her nipples made her toes curl. He humped. It was so slippery, and she felt his hairy balls spank her.

Ashem parted Hanover and dragged the beat-red cock head over her anus. It flinched to his touch. He gazed with pure lust.

"I was so fucking close to busting a nut in that girl. And then you just had to come and ruin it. Now, you're gonna get it," Ashem grinned.

Hanover closed her eyes, "Keep your promise. And please...be gentle."

Ashem preambled, "Give it time, and you'll fall in love, sweetie."

Ashem gradually pushed. There was an instinctual resistance, but he didn't care. His head broke in, and then Hanover covered her mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Hanover reached a hand back to stall him. She was so scared, "You're too big. It won't fit."

"You can thank X-Safari for the boost," Ashem grabbed the arm and pulled. He brought her further onto him. The pain overrode her thigh wound. He grabbed her waist with the other hand and began fucking Hanover's ass.

The thrusts were magnitudes more sensitive than anything she'd ever felt. Ashem's cock expanded her and quickly lubed up her insides. The sharp pain was joined by a sudden elation. She felt her wet pussy catch fire.

"No...no, please..." Hanover didn't want to be turned on. She hated anal; so why was her body so hot and sensual? Her husband tried it once, and he couldn't get her to enjoy it.

"Give it a beat, sweetie," Ashem stuck to rhythmic drills. The more he pumped, the deeper it went. It hit a point that the power in each press vibrated into Hanover's pussy. Finally, Ashem reached his goal; his balls started slapping her pussy lips.

She gawked and let out a sexual moan. Ashem sped up. The inferno inside her rose to a new level. He crushed his hips into hers. She engulfed him by pushing back. It wasn't her, really; her body acted on its own.

At least, that's what she told herself.

"That's better, isn't it? I love it when I'm right. Go ahead and admit it," Ashem half-assed the gyrations.

His change into tempo drove her up the wall. He played with her. She stayed reluctant and shook her head.

Ashem pulled out, and a wave of fresh air touched Hanover's sore anus. The sudden the absence of it didn't sit right. He took away the pleasure.

"This isn't fair..." she complained, but submitted. "It shouldn't feel good. This isn't right."

"Want me to put it back inside you?"

"...yes..."

"Good. It's about time for your treat, sweetie. So, if you don't mind..." Ashem lined up his prick with Hanover's clit. He teased it with a drag, before stopping at her pussy hole, "...I want my treat."

"D..." Hanover couldn't even say anything before feeling the hot, thick rod shove into her. The excitement made it easy. Fireworks went off with every inserted inch. Ashem pounded away.

"Yes, that's nice. A silky, wet snatch is far better than anal. You feel real good, Penelope. You must've been so eager with how easy this is," Ashem taunted.

Hanover couldn't say anything. She couldn't formalize a sentence in her head. His cock felt amazing. It pressed her in an orgasmic way. She splattered all over his prick. The convulsion of her pussy gripped him tighter.

"Oh, man, this is golden."

Hanover glanced over her shoulders. The monster railed faster. His cock started to twitch more. Harried by his numerous pounds, she weakly asked, "Can you...cum in...my ass? It actually felt...nice..."

Ashem didn't slow down. He forged his length and shape into her sloppy pussy. Hanover felt his member expand and twitch wildly. He wasn't pulling out. She wanted to scream, but her erotic moans lied to him.

At the last second, Ashem pulled out. His cock lurched and unloaded spurts of cum all over Hanover's ass. He drenched the cheeks and created a thick river in her valley. The spunk was hot and viscous. Hanover let out a held breath.

"Tch, what? You thought I was going to get you pregnant? I'm not that damn stupid," Ashem slapped Hanover's butt.

The professor wasn't sure what to say or do. Her body buzzed, but her mind was fried. All the negative feelings and thoughts rushed back now that her senses cleared up.

"Maybe we should get a double date going. Yours and mine; I know a great Italian restaurant," Ashem rested his spent dick on his canvas. "Then, while we're eating, you and I can slip away to the..."

The door flung open. Theo's voice rang with rumbling anger, "Hanover!"

Hands clasped onto Ashem and yanked him back. The coach yelped, "Wait!"

Theo swung the guy out of the room and made him stumble over his own feet. Autumn jumped in fright and covered his eyes when the creep's cock flopped around. Ashem scrambled to raise his pants.

Theo started for him, but Hanover grasped Theo's wrist with both hands. He paused and whipped around, only for the emotions to catch in his throat. The violated professor, half undressed, spewed tears and, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Theo placed a hand on Hanover's, and gave her his undivided attention. The distress broke her body down and she crumbled to her knees. Her body lurched forward to cover her nudity. All her regret bellowed out, "I should've never taken advantage of you! I'm so sorry, Theodore! I'm sorry!"

Theo wasn't one for comfort. When it came to these problems, he only knew one way to resolve them. He pulled away from Hanover and stomped out after Ashem. The man already bolted and shoved his way through one of the hallway exits.

"Take care of her!" Theo told Autumn. He sprinted after Ashem. His reliable friend called for him to kick the guy's butt.

The hallway was a barren streak of white, with designer touches of team spirit purple. The lights made it so much easier to see than in the science building. However, Theo didn't find Ashem right outside the door. Instead, he nearly rammed a perplexed elven woman.

"What is going on?" Jenah asked, flustered.

"Where did Ashem go?!"

Jenah soured her expression, but pointed towards the rear end of the hallway, "Towards the cricket court."

Theo bounded down the hall. He charged by trophy cases, closed doors, and inspirational posters. When he arrived at a fourway split, he caught movement to his left. Ashem was halfway down this split.

"Get back here, asshole!" Theo wanted blood. Ashem peered over his shoulder and yelled out. Theo closed the distance fast.

Ashem searched the doors ahead and moved close to one. He pushed the door open, but didn't enter, and instead kept running.

"What is he..." but Theo didn't need to finish the question. A swarm of zombies poured through the doorway. Theo skid to a stop, and fell back on his ass. There had to be a dozen of them -- all students. Theo gasped, "He fucking lied!"

Theo made it to his feet before the first zombie reached him. He kicked its stomach and knocked it backwards. It bumped into three others, but the rest drew in. Two of them grabbed Theo at the same time and opened their maws. Theo pushed one off, but that left the second to bite at his neck. Theo caught it with a hand to the forehead, but couldn't shake it. The rest pressed in. There were too many.

A fire extinguisher smashed the face of the zombie Theo held. It crashed aside, and Theo tumbled back behind who saved him: Jenah. She popped the pin of the extinguisher and blasted it in a sweeping cone. The foam clouded out and baked the zombies in the eyes. Blinded by both spray and the smokey discharge, it gave Theo and Jenah time to retreat.

They doubled back to the previous hall. Theo fell against a wall, with a motivation poster showing a cat hanging onto a branch. His heart rattled against his chest and in his ears. He thought he was going to die. He gasped out, "Thanks for the save."

"No problem," Jenah caught her own breath, far better at it than Theo. She tossed aside the empty extinguisher.

"Those make great weapons," Theo laughed.

"People in a panic always make me think of fires. So I thought I'd bring it in case we had a fight on our hands," Jenah reasoned.

"If I find Ashem, it won't just be a fight..." it was on-sight for Theo.

"What did he do?"

Theo almost answered, but the sounds of the zombies spooked them. They sounded closer. Theo started towards the gymnasium, "C'mon, let's get inside. We'll go over it there."

"Nobody wants that," Jenah's sour expression returned. It seemed to be a staple.

"Fuck 'em," Theo shrugged it off. Jenah didn't respond, but she soon followed. The two of them re-entered the gymnasium.

The two classes of students were already back inside the pool area when Theo and Jenah stepped in. Ashem's two fans were in the front. Neptune wore a tight tanktop and dark short shorts that all seemed one size too small, and a cardigan that hung loose. Samantha wore dark gothic attire, including a seethrough shawl, light jacket, and flare pants with raven frills.

Theo marched towards the sideroom, while Jenah hung back after a wave of disgruntled glares shot her way. Hank approached, back in his regular attire, "Hey, what happened to Hanover? Where's Ashem?"