Improvised safety

Hazed looks in each of the cheerleaders' eyes, raw, natural blue daylight shined in from the square sky box above. A newer part of the university, designed to be brighter, more spacious. A sharp contrast from all of the past student dormitories, much darker and narrower, eerie now with inconsistent power being supplied.

A record number of female students made up 67% of the university population. A mountain range for a location offered lots of Instagrammable moments for influencers, specialising in many outdoor focused courses, in conjunction with a state of the art medical facility for medical school students to receive invitations about future positions.

Well facilitated, a 0.4% crime rate, tons of leisure activity and promotion of good clean mountain air, all encouraged many across the country to stay in its eco-friendly environment. The dream chasers, quiet settlers and freshly independent youth, finally found something in their country clean to escape to. Celebrities, streamers, vloggers all helped create an image around this inspired choice of improved living, truly setting the standard for modern living.

However today, even on the brightest of sunny days, the picturesque landscape left spoiled by black smoke from heavy shelling rang over the rocky mountain range, making it unavoidable that its innocence had been breached as more helicopters and convoy units moved up its three prestige roads, each on estimate 12 miles long to reach the elevated town.

None would have suspected a thing almost two days ago, cheerleading rehearsals were held as usual, dance was clean, formations were strong, but after all that physical inertia one girl found herself unwell. Still sweating from last night's wild outing, a rough quickie up the bum in the club's bathroom stall from a **** white boy, really working the conservative pair's upbringing, stresses out. A real spring in her step he put in her next day, starting out optimistic for sure, though quieter and more discomforted she became like many others across the large town.

Eyes wetter, skin a radiant brown, her focus shifting priority away from her talkative friends' faces, down to their wet mouths, pursed lips, dancing tongues. Her appearance having never looked better before, but she housed a fading mind. In the changing rooms she could take no more bending, stretching, squeezing, jiggling adjustments into uniforms. Locking herself away in the toilets, trapped with a growing ceaseless pleasure, a sensitive toned body making steady voluptuous changes, every bit relaxing, mellowing out her youthful body.

A knock at the door came from her friend, the voice belonging to the softest pair of concerned matte lips, a hint of tiredness in her voice from field practice sun. Green eyes, captain of the soccer team, awkward but sweet interwoven blonde brunette girl, folding her hair up into a scrunchy, asking if everything was okay. That voice of sweet care was the final trigger in her burned-out mind.

The dextrous captain had no words leant gently up against the door, just sudden surprise when she felt the girl's brown hands squeezing her black socks down to the bone from below the stall door, leaving the echo of scraping metal studs.

So quickly her balance was taken, decked hard with a slap and quickly dragged halfway underneath, little time she had to fight for her black shorts to stay on before she was dropped bare assed on the cold tiles, raging at her friend, thinking in her fright she must've made a horrible mistake as to whom was in there.

Her tensed up thighs were wrangled behind the knees, pried apart, exposing the naked lightly stubbled pussy. A quick roar for help out of her large mouth ended in breathlessness, left with no idea how to understand the large bulge sweeping up into her uterus.

The next word she spoke would encapsulate the experience in one single word to describe the future of the virus, no matter how rare it was for some to utter it. "FUCK" said soo long and deeply terrorised, her dim green eyes locked open with her mouth, trembling up at the ceiling. Hard, gut-wrenching slaps echoed inside the stall, massaging the struggling small pelvis into submission, her friends hearing the commotion inside had little knowledge to know that all who trickled inside would not be coming out the same.

******

"Are you going to volunteer katie?" Erika Harshly whispered ironically.

"If we want to make no noise then we need them away from the door without filling them with holes. That means moving them away physically." Katie tried to explain.

"Are we fucking stupid? These are students with dicks, we have **** rifles, shotguns, pistols, grenades. And we're just gonna cave every time there's more than a few of them lurking around?" Richardson snapped.

"But there isn't going to be a 'few' of them anymore if we start firing too early. Believe me, I want to justify carrying all this shit around but things will get real messy if we're not smart about it." Replied katie.

Erika let out a small sigh.

There was no way everyone was going to make it, her 'no promises' had guaranteed them all but a few more minutes of false safety. She might not have been responsible for them directly but she should have known better than to believe this situation would get easier as things went along, now it was a matter of minimizing the casualties. The fastest and the smartest would most likely pull through, however those traits didn't seem applicable to the majority of them who struggled to sit calmly knowing full well what they would find round the corner.

A deep sigh came from Erika again, "we need to give everyone a fair chance at saving themselves…… but after that….. they're on their own. Make for the library. Soon as our squad is there, the mission continues…. without anyone who lags behind." She raised her eyes at each of her squad mates, passing the decision off as final.

Moving to a crouched position, then to all fours, carefully tucking the rifle on her back as she crawled her way over to the frightened huddle. At first she directed her question to all the adults but quickly passed it off to everyone else, realising age would no longer matter. "Who knows the libraries layout best, I'm talking the fastest way to the exits here?" She Harshly whispered.

Peter, having just come from there, wasn't keen on raising his hand but figured he might be singled out anyway. "It's relatively open, not complicated at all… but I had a brother with me, if he made it out going the opposite way then…"

"I'm not interested in entry points, we want to get outside through the library, not run around in there. When we breach those double doors is it going to be a straightforward sprint to the otherside?" Erika was stretching her whispering voice to its limit, but was flustering the poor student, adding more worried eyes on him until.

"Tables, chairs are mostly in the centre. Bookshelves are either side, very tall and long. When we go through those doors the front desk is to the left, out in front will be about six steps leading upwards. There are also lots of private study rooms on the edges of the library, they look like small classrooms but they lead nowhere except that room." Out spoke a young girl with black glasses and a messy ponytail.

She delivered such a strong comprehensive list of information, sat holding herself in her wooly turtleneck, Erika wanted to get up straight away and execute while it was still fresh in her mind. Though she had enough forethought to stop and ask just one more question, "do you think we could all sneak around in there unnoticed?"

Brief pause, "no."

Erika looked over her shoulder, Richardson was helping katie tape a grenade to a fire extinguisher. She got what they were going for and swung her head back round, peering at Erikstan at the back of the group, who looked like he was staring at the floor. "Erikstan, did you get all that?"

"Oh… yeah, captain." He replied breaking away from the frog-posed ass sat in front of him, his erection embarrassingly hard kneeling behind this plumb bottom.

Once the tape around the grenade had been firmly fixed, Erika whispered to Richardson, "you better have a good throw." He almost completely ignored her, getting to blow something up was all he was concerned about. To him this was the reset button on this mission to make a fresh push to their objective.

Katie took a moment to fall in behind Erika, quietly shhhing the students and professors as they got to their feet, eyes like owls reliving ptsd from last night, mentally preparing themselves to dart round this corner. It was clear some already had cold feet and likely wouldn't make it past the double doors, people clearly relying on others to guide them. Ruby Tuesday's squad was about to end that for them.

Erika would give the order but she was not looking back, she didn't want to remember any of their frightened faces knowing in some way she was responsible for what felt like an execution. "Good luck" Bradley said to Peter, who not moments ago had escaped the library and was now about to go back in, feeling somewhat betrayed by it all. Girl in the turtleneck behind wiped the right lense of her glasses. She wanted to see everything that possibly came at her.

Erikstan at the very back took a while to decide what gun he would use. The pistol would keep him light and agile, his rifle, a stronger calibre for sure, though close quarters was for sure certain. But all his training, tactical instincts and careful prep work were coaxed out colourfully by his addiction to keep staring at that boxum rear, abandoning the idea entirely that it could belong to a guy.

Unlike the rest of the students, he was still. A total pillar of calmness, waiting like he was in line for lunch. With any second now things could go down, this could be it for his affliction. He couldn't help but grab a big handful of that shelved booty hung there, slapping, sinking his rough hand deep on the exposed right cheek, warm and oily, his nervous hand caressed over what he viewed as a she. No reaction from him made Erikstan greedier, his teeth almost chattering with corrupted excitement as he moved his hand under the hole in the jeans, racing to find that warm covered center.

His digits were sliding between the hot oily crevasse, tracing that slick line that separated those comfortable soft cheeks. Still, nothing from him. Standing like a statue while Erikstan kept breathing heavily behind him, fondling for that sensitive skin that marked the entrance to his obsession. His hand got hotter and wetter trying to push that lewd little button, all the while infatuated with this soft ass.

Raging erection in his tight pants, one hand was frustratingly no longer enough. He didn't want a quick perverted feel anymore, he wanted to worship this perfect thing and he needed its full glory to be in his hands. As Richardson pulled the pin on the grenade and swung the fire extinguisher with both hands round the corner, Erikstan had made his decision, he holsterd his handgun quickly to grab his ass aggressively with both hands before dropping ceremoniously to his knees in time to the explosion round the corner.

To his joy the student didn't move with all the others as they ran forward to make the bend, he dug both his hands on the sides of his wide hips. He gave everything he had to yank them down, only managing to awkwardly shake the peak of his crack out of the top. Annoying this was to an aching erection, starved of that visual stimulation hidden away. He thought about his combat knife or shimming them down side by side, however soft hands finally reached back to trace his **** face, communicating with touch not to worry, to relax and to just watch.

With glorious ease he leant forward, stretching the thick materials stitching at the seam, giving up its integrity, ripping open to a bright and wide ore inducing ass. So wet and oily, glowing brighter and smoother than it had any right to. Erikstan's brain simplified at the mercy of its heat, slamming his face hard, gripping the ripped jeans round his soft thighs as he blinded himself exploring his anus. He truly cemented the decision in his head to abandon his mission, feeling this strange oil rub into his face, the taste of flavoured water, undefinable as to an exact taste.

But how could he care? His uphoria removed his brain amongst the intimacy, worshipping his own truth about whom this ass belonged to. The soft hands returned for Erikstan, stroking the back of his head as he wriggled around, shifting their bodies flat on the cold floor trying to encourage Erikstan to step up his performance. Foggy humming throughout his face made him want to cum in his pants, the nerves weren't going away so close to heaven, he couldn't blow his load now without trying out that infected heat.

Dragging himself upwards, shaking to get his hand to unbuckle his pants, his ass just had to start shaking to tease him to hurry up. A cruel gesture filling him with so much worry about letting go, Erikstan collapsed on top of him desperately searching for that elusive wet hole, slipping and sliding all around until the pair audibly connected. Erikstan making an embarrassing moan upon his tight entry, leaking and massaging himself deep.

"Fuck go on!" Said a loud deep voice.

Erikstan ignored it at first, focusing on the safety of being in this feminine ass, "yeah! Fucking get it!" Shouted that masculine voice. "Shut up!" Erikstan replied exhausted, unable to thrust as hard as he wanted and resorted to just grinding him with gritted teeth.

In a quick motion the student rolled over keeping the shaking Erikstan deep inside as he mounted him to a deep squat fuck, destroying his member to a wet mess from above. "oh fuck baby! Oh!" Cried the man's grovely voice, Erikstan was so close now he didn't want that man's voice ruining his blissful ignorance, "please…" he begged, about to cum hard.

He could still hear grunts of a distinctively male voice on top. For just a split second there was momentary doubt in Erikstan's fried mind about what he was having sex with……

"Like this baby!" Hummed a sweet sultry voice, full of lust for his throbbing cock, breathy, light on his dazed ears. A high femmine voice giving him permission to cum deep inside, bouncing on his pulsing shaft at a rate that rolled Erikstan's eyes into the back of his head, listening to his heavy load pump inside this strangling tight asshole. No regrets he felt shamelessly filling him up, exhausted, sweaty, defeated under him, and continued to be ridden into a blissful coma.