Zombie Spree

“… Zombie **** Spree!”

As he lead us over to the dramatically named zombie shooter game, a confidence like no other began to come over me. I almost had to restrain myself from laughing evilly; I really had sunk countless hours into this game. Being easily the coolest machine in the small arcade of my also small home town, I’d grown to know all the best spots and techniques for maximizing my virtual zombie slaying.

He lifted up the blue gun controller as I took the red one, getting ready to begin. The aim of the game was simple; The players were in a never-ending haunted house filled with zombies, and they competed to survive as long as possible to survive and kill the highest number of zombies.

This time, I won’t lose!

I intoned the affirmation into myself as a cut-scene of the games protagonists waking up in the house played, before the first zombies rounded the corner on screen. Both of us wrenched up our pistols quickly, firing as one with me nailing all the zombies on the left, while Trent took all the zombies on the right.

He’s fast too! I should have expected this wouldn’t be easy!

Starting in the ornate atrium of the building, we quickly dispatched the zombies before our characters moved into the kitchen. The zombies here were bigger and hungrier; having eaten their fill in life, naturally they were keen to eat their fill in **** too. One particularly huge one lumbered towards me, just in time for me to take out both its kneecaps and finish it with a head-shot with surgical precision.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Trent looking surprised at just how adept I actually was at this game. I let my own satisfaction encourage me to keep going, rather than grow complacent. The kitchen zombies cut low, the characters entered the ballroom.

The floors were worn through, and the place was stacked high with the disemboweled corpses of the dancers who had yet to rise as zombies. I allowed myself a smirk, knowing they would stand and attack us halfway through this stage, as Trent and I blasted down the initial zombies in the room. I saw the first corpse start to rise, and didn’t shoot it in purpose, anything to prevent giving away the surprise of their rise. I let this carry on for a few minutes, until Trent finally said;

“Oh shit… the corpses are rising up! They hadn’t turned yet!”

Hahahaha, fool! It’s too late, there’s some behind you!

The zombies began chomping down on Trent while I turned and blasted , knowing exactly where they would come from, having died from this surprise several times as a kid. Trent fought off his zombies too, but not before putting his health critically low, low enough a single zombie bite killed off his character.

I resisted letting an evil laugh go, trying to resist as a smug satisfaction descended on me.

Yes! Yes! I’ve done it! With his ****, I’ve won this game!

The game over screen flashed up for him as I continued through a few more stages, playing on auto-pilot while my brain raced, pumped up with satisfaction at my victory. Eventually, in the grand bedroom of the mansion, my character succumbed to **** too, a respectable stage to make it to. I barely cared, immense, petty enjoyment at having won even a single game filling me.

Stepping back, I walked up close, into Trent’s personal space, a smug smile taking my lips that the gracious, real Lisa would never have been petty enough to project.

“Well, well. Looks like I’ve won this match.”

Trent laughed, more than comfortable with his ego not to take any of this personally. That level of maturity almost annoyed me, but let my own satisfaction and positive feelings get me over the feeling.

“Okay, okay! You’re quite the gifted shooter, you know? Although I suppose it’s not a skill you ever want to have to use in the real world. But anyway, you can tell me to do anything you want, so…”

He smiled, seeming almost grateful for the chance. My lips tingled remembering our kissing session, and it seemed the heat that had been building in my pussy was only getting hotter. I needed to release some of this pent up frustration, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

“You're going to lick me out.”

I smiled with a blush as I ordered him to do it, wanting his head between my thighs as he serviced me, my **** horniness clouding my mind as it drove me to ask for a lewd service over anything else.

His eyes sparkled at the chance, and I felt energy all over , from the tips of my fingers and toes to deep in my womb.

“Where shall we do it?”

He asked, his voice steady and infused confidence as he looked forward to his meal.

“I’m thinking I want it with a view, somewhere like...”