The Cheerleaders

When in doubt, a lesbian orgy is always a decent option.

You don't know why they're wearing the tattered remains of cheerleader uniforms, whether they really were cheerleaders or just a bunch of friends dressed up for some costumed bachelorette party or something. You don't really care about the why or how, you only care about getting your rocks off. Luckily for you, these undead ladies tend to be quite naughty with anyone entering their lair.

You pass through the shattered double-doors and enter the dilapidated carcass of metal and glass that used to be a Hilton hotel. The pastiche decor of modern paintings and abstract sculptures has been replaced by a grim splattering of bullet holes and burn marks; A group of **** soldiers made their last stand against the dead here. Maybe they all died, maybe they were all turned, maybe they were saved by a last-minute helicopter rescue on the roof. You don't know. You don't care. You've long lost the mental capacity to care about such convoluted concepts.

A lanky zombie wearing a bellhop hat (and nothing else) lurks beside the blasted remnants of a reception desk. You skate on the beautiful marble floor, your wheels scratching trails in the dried puddles of dark body fluids. You let your nose guide you, the pungent scent of excited ghoul cunt pulling you where you need to go. Your sense of smell had already told you that they were well awake, but now you can hear them. Moaning, giggling, muttering, howling; These girls are not hibernating.

You fail to brake before reaching the door, slamming into it and falling face first into the room.

Your dramatic arrival causes commotion amongst the scantily-clad zombies. You feel a dozen pairs of eyeballs focused on you, and you look up to meet the inquisitive gazes.

All around you are hotties in tattered tops and tiny skirts. All of the girls are gorgeous and they seem to feel the same about you, if the lustful shine in their eyes is any indication.

They were in the middle of an orgy when you interrupted them, and several of the cheerleaders are still finger deep into their colleagues as they eye you down.

Three girls pounce down on you, pulling you up on the bed and grabbing you everywhere. While your welcoming committee sorts you out, the rest of the girls go back to playing with each others.

Your three bedmates are a generously curvy redhead with freckles almost everywhere and tattoos everywhere else, a tall muscular blonde with buns of steel and striking grey eyes, and an even taller brunette with olive skin and a nose that would make Cleopatra jealous.

Redhead sniffs you diligently, rubbing her adorable upturned nose over every inch of your skin. It seems like she's trying to make sure you're truly one of them. Blonde's focus falls onto your tits, and she kneads them roughly. It doesn't take long before her lips are on your nipples, greedily kissing and sucking your sensitive titties. Brunette is more interested in what's between your legs, putting her strong hands right on your coochie as soon as you're on the bed.

Despite everyone in the room being a cold-blooded corpse, you feel warm and flustered. The vigorous fingering, the kissing, the licking, the sucking, it all works to fill you with pleasure. You can't stop moaning, not that you'd want to stop anyway.

You do your best to give them something in return, rubbing your hand in turns over each of the girls and moving your mouth from one pair of lips to the other. You fondle Redhead's thick thighs, then move onto Blonde's abs, before grabbing a handful of Brunette's boobs.

You're pushed onto your back, and then a wide pale butt drops down on your face. You eagerly pull out your tongue, alternatively tasting pussy and butthole as she grinds on your face, and enjoying every second of it.

Another girl gets between your legs, her lips over your clit while her finger get to work on your holes. Your whole body spasms when she starts licking. Other hands begin to fondle you; The number of hands grabbing onto your body tells you that there are way more than three girls now playing with you, as does the number of mouth kissing and gently biting you.

You lick and suck with the desperation of someone who's about to reach their own peak, but your own orgasm comes quicker. It's not your fault, you're being pleasured by god-knows how many naughty ladies.

The one sitting on your face doesn't give you any respite, grinding harder against your mouth and nose when you stop licking. With how insistent she is about crushing your face with her crotch, it's a good thing you don't need to breathe.

Your climax subsides, allowing you to focus on the pussy above your lips. You let out your tongue, and you can instantly hear the delight of the girl above. There are still plenty of hands and mouths all over you, touching your butt, tits, hips, thighs, neck, but you manage to bring her to bliss before your second orgasm.

As soon as she comes, Redhead moves away from your face and falls into two other girls who gladly pull her into their embrace.

Blonde is eagerly sucking your right tit, while Brunette is biting into your inner thigh and fucking your asshole with her fingers. A new cheerleader, this one with blue-dyed hair in pigtails and some strikingly dark eyes, has her hands over your pubis while her fingers stimulates your clit.

You watch with wide eyes as a girl reaches your group, handing a bunch of dildoes to your partners. The two girls near your legs share a sultry look, before each grabbing relatively large toys. Within seconds, your cunt and your ass get stretched wide open by these silicon phalluses. You can feel them rubbing against each other through the thin walls separating your two holes.

Another zombie crawls over you to take the spot over your face. She's a short blonde with a delicious-looking bubble butt. As she squashes your face, her pussy juices flowing against your lips, you can confirm that it is indeed delicious.

The orgy lasts for days. Day and night you kiss, suck, nibble, touch, grope, slap, rub, pet, nuzzle, cuddle, lick, finger, trib, hump, scratch, and play with your concubines and the dozens of toys they keep within their stash. You moan, giggle, whimper, scream, grunt, sigh, pant, and emit all matter of pleasurable noises at the hands and mouths of your slutty bedfellows.

After seeing the sun set and rise a bunch of time, there is eventually a point when the girls begin to slow down. One after the other, they stop toying with the rest of the group, and you watch them retreat into a corner. It seems that even the dead need to rest a little.

The cheerleaders all pile up into a corner, taking the sheets and pillows with them as they prepare to hibernate. You don't exactly know why they do that, and you're too dull to reflect on it.

Now, they sleep, but as soon as they wake up the orgy will start all over again. You don't mind, you've have more than enough sex in the last few days to last you a while. You get up and slowly exits the room, heading back into the city to look for something else to do, something fun that'll let you feel alive.