Its Peter!

Racing round the corner Peter surprised the group, Erika snapped her **** rifle to him as Bradley hid snuggly behind her in fear. "Stop! Hands up!" She shouted, stopping the boy in his tracks, who immediately looked over his shoulder to check he was not followed, before looking back in relief to see soo many survivors.

The smile he made filled Erika with even more worry, she could see people were genuinely starting to believe she could save them all. Bradley breathing on the back of left ear whislt holding her close was pissing her off however.

"You can't go this way, there's too many of them." Peter said, wanting to take steps closer into the safety of the armed group.

"Define too many?!" Erika shouted back, it was starting to get silly having all this ammunition and not expending a single shot on anything.

"Umm... errh... i don't know?" He replied, knowing it would not be a satisfactory answer to anyone.

Erika reached back in frustration with her padded fingerless cloves and grabbed Bradley's junk over his jeans, squeezing it hard. The student yelped as he let go of Erika, backing him up to the rest of the students. "Hold yourself next time!" She put angrily.

"Can i still come with you?" Peter asked.

Sighing, shaking her head at Richardson beside her she nodded very briefly, ashamed she was taking on another life. Peter ran forward thanking the warm red head, she gave him nothing but an icy stare in response, moving along without anymore delays.

Erikstan at the back was a little slower to notice the movement, he lost interest in the conversation and was just gazing at this locked away booty in front of him.

He had to convince himself he was looking at a girl, the proportions were just soo intrinsically female that he needed a justification to be looking as long as he was. That bouncy right cheek peeking out of that furry ripped hole on his jeans showed him just how much ass needed to be set free from his swelling material, 'i could talk to him, ask him if he's okay?' He thought before shaking it off as stupid.

He took a look over his shoulder making sure the group was not followed, could just see More dripping unappealing corridor he was happy to leave behind. He stayed fixated for awhile, convincing himself he was doing a good job, until he bumped into someone in front. The group had stopped again and this time katie was called to the front, leaving Erikstan at the back alone, students and professors waiting just in front but the person he'd bumped into was the swollen assed teen. His reaction to the knock unnoticeable, wasn't fazed in the slightest by Erikstan bumbing into him.

Smell of his damp dirty blonde hair was sweet like marshmallow, very light and generated a natural curiosity under it. He took a half step back noticing his camo pants were peeling away from the boys exposed white ass cheek. He was either extremely sweaty or very oily, for mere moments he was thinking about possible infection, though regardless he was back to staring at his butt all the same. 'Just for a bit' he told himself, for sure would have looked like a psycho if anyone bothered to turn round.

"The library is big, a lot of rooms and corridors to move around in but it was one of the first places we boarded up as it leads to the car park, the main exit and windows are for sure boarded up." Said the volleyball coach.

"But the van is right outside, right?" Asked katie, wanting to be of more use to anybody by this point. The coach nodded his head, leaving the decision back to Erika, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"We'll get through the blocked exits near the windows, but obviously that's going to make a lot of noise so we all need to be ready for when they come. I suggest we be as quite as possible making our way there, avoid conflict as much as we can." Erika instructed, sweating bullets hoping the lack of experience she had wouldn't shine through.

"Sounds good." Richardson said positively, in spite of her visible sweating, the man just wanted to move out of this ass smelling University. Katie had reservations though kept them to herself, she tightened the belt wround her waist, subconsciously psyching herself up to avoid getting rear ended by infected students.

As the group approached the double doors to the library, pompoms and frilly vests were littered about the tables just in front of the library entrance like a giant after party. Nine girls in frilly red and white skirts were gorging themselves on the remaining cheerleaders, held flat on the white tables sliking up their tight little athletic holes. Every thrust gross and wet, little groans of confusion let out by their best friends shock to find a long cock in every part of them, gyrating the girls into mindless goons over the sound of their red tasles.

None thrusted like they were happy to share, the daintyness of their outfits and the soft girly stances couldn't offset the aggression shown towards filling their friends. Others wandered the small space in front of the library, their heavy chests maxing out all the avaliable space in the sparkly red and white vests. Like early victorian corsets pushed up and together, some cleavage left wet from all the pre-cum after their faces had been fucked, left unwiped, going sticky on their reddened lips and chin.

The closest to the group was prone boning a small skinny girl on the floor, the act of its penetration covered by the red skirt. The girls red sneekers squeaked against the polished white floor trying to dig deep along the surface for grip or leverage, while heavy demented grunts forcefully exited her.

Erika, Richardson and katie watched and listened to the sound of the futa above slap her heavy big balls against the girls sore clit, stretching the flexing anus that ran out of fight, surrendering to a pulsating finish.

The girl twitched, spasming for a while underneath heavy throbs filling her body, the futa holding its squated position had her black thong parted to one side, winking its dark asshole at the disgusted group before a awful eruption of hot cum gushed out of her broken messy ass as she pulled eleven twitching inches out. The gapping battered red hole left unable to close itself off, thick white cum just oozing out of her caused Erika to swing her head back round leaning against the corner, gagging quietly to herself as worried students looked at her, staying firmly behind the wall.

Katie, Richardson kept on watching as this futa's red skirt folded back over her tanned muscled rear above the girl. Lazily wandering towards the tables ahead hoping to find one hole left vacant for her dribbling member, still pulsing hot cum on the floor.

"At lest we know why the hallways are a mess." Richardson whispered.

Katie wasn't paying attention to the futa, she was far more interested in what was happening with girl on the floor. Her sore pussy quickly protruded a pair of hot slippery balls and a growing wet phallus sliding out the bottom of her sweaty white skirt, its tip extending to the end of her thighs. Though her legs did not grow in thickness, nor did it look like her boobs had swollen. She kept her skinny appearance but had the distended cock poking out the end of her skirt as she stood up Shakily, a final gush of steaming cum pouring out of her as she uprighted herself.

Her brown hair remained in its red ponytail despite the torrent of violent thrusting that must've occurred, it rested gently behind her low back. In her delirious state she started to turn over her shoulder, at which point katie pulled Richardson back behind the wall before she could see them.

"Well....?" Erika whispered, trying to stop any further gags.

"We should be able to gun most of them down.... but every futa in the library will hear us." Richardson replied.

"I think we need a distraction." Katie strongly suggested.