Get hit upon

Location: Roof

State: Dead

HP: 0/100

Lust: 0/100

Infection: 0/100

Equipment: School Uniform, Rucksack, 20 Credits, Key

He made a step forward. I did not move. He made another step. I remained still. He grabbed my tits. I dropped my lamps. The light vanished as the lamps loudly bounced in the stairs. I grabbed his hands and put them under my shirt, on my bare skin. The caress thrilled me. I was so wet. I could almost come right now. But it would be a waste. I stepped forward and lifted my skirt to help him finding the shorter way to happiness. It would be the last time, I silently promised. Just one more cock and then I would stop being a slut.

His prick slided in my pussy without any resistance. I wrapped myself around him, moving my hips slowly, then quickly increasing my pace, already close to my limit. I came before he even started to move inside of me by himself. I was so sensitive! But an orgasm was not enough. I wanted more, I wanted him to fill me with his seed. He moved faster and faster, driving me crazy. I stimulated his rod by clenching my muscles in rythm, overwhelming him with sensual pleasure.

"Come on! Gimme your cum!", I yelled, more slutty than ever.

And he did. An explosion of hot, liquid pleasure feeded my hungry fanny as I came a second time, my desire fulfilled. He pulled out his dick and took the stairs down, seeking for another victim of his lust. I caught my breath, made the last steps and knocked. Time passed. I knocked again, harder. Someone spoke outside:

"Tell me your name."

"Lisa."

"Never heard about you."

"I'm a recent transferred student."

There was a silence. The door opened. A grey-eyed guy with a mohican haircut greeted me with a suspiscious look. His hair was dyed in green. He had a pale face with piercings. He wore a leather jacket (without anything under, it seemed), damaged jeans and old ranger boots. He was holding a baseball bat which was flippantly resting on his shoulder.

"Ok. Come in.", he said with a bossy tone.

The roof was not very exciting. There was the end of air ducts and little barriers, mostly to remind you it was dangerous to get close to the edge. They could not stop anyone from falling off the roof. The guy moved towards a girl who welcomed him with a sharp accusation.

"Why did you let her in? Is she clean? Don't you tell me you checked her in so little time!"

"She's okay, I guess.", he responded with a jaded sigh.

"You GUESS? Do you want to survive? Because if you don't you might as well jump off that fucking roof, the result would be the same!"

"At least I wouldn't have to hear your annoying voice again...", he muttered.

The girl pushed him aside and faced me with an angry look, as if I was responsable of her fate. Her pink bobbed hair (dyed as well) clashed with her grey eyes and her black leather tube top. An amethyst set the piercing on her bellybutton. She wore black mini shorts and black trainers.

"You! Do you wear contact lens?", she asked me with an inquisitive look.

"Me? Er, no. Why?"

"What color are your eyes?"

"Blue."

Suddenly, she lifted my skirt. I yelped, startled, trying to draw back, but it was too late: she had seen my crotch, dirty with cum.

"I knew it! She got ****! We can't keep her with us, Jack!"

"Wait, sis, maybe...", Jack tried to say.

"There's no 'maybe'! We can't afford 'maybes'! She's one of them. Period.", she interrupted him.

Jack's sister drew a switchblade and the steel made a snippy noise when she activated the mechanism.

"Wait, what are you do-", I said before my breath got taken by the knife stabbing my belly several times.

"Cindy! NO!!!", Jack screamed.

"Too late. She's dead. She was weak, Jack. She deserved to die. She would have **** us in our sleeps, anyway.", says Cindy with a proud voice.

It hurts so much. I need to lie down. My head is spinning. I'm falling down. I fell off the roof. These barriers are really useless. The roof is getting away so fast. I see windows pass before my eyes. Blood is gushing out my stomach. I don't wanna die, not so soo-

THE END.