To the stairs

Location: Girls' Dorm

State: Exhausted, Aroused

HP: 100/100

Lust: 19/100

Infection: 19/100

Equipment: School Uniform, Bedside Lamp, Rucksack, 20 Credits

That girl had talked about the roof as a safe place. The elevator seemed like a dangerous way to travel in a place full of zombies, so I decided to use the stairs. I moved cautiously, trying not to get any attention from the sex-driven students surrounding me. There was not a place I could gaze without seeing an intercourse going on, and I could not ignore the wet noises produced by such activities, reminding me I had tasted the pleasure of the flesh myself a few moments ago. The remembrance of this recent fact turned me on a little and I imagined myself joining them, embracing pleasure in an eternal carnal dance. I felt a familiar warmth coming back between my legs. I realized I had forgotten my underwear in my room. But it was too late to get it back and I had to admit I enjoyed a little wandering with little clothing in such a dangerous place. The thrill of risk was so exciting!

Focused on my day-dreaming, I almost stumbled upon two female students in a sixty-nine position. Fortunately, they did not notice me. I sighed, relieved. But my luck abandoned me as two arms circled me from behind. Caught by surprise, I gasped and restrained myself from yelping. I did not want to alert the others. I had to deal with that zombie quietly. His hands grabbed my uncovered tits which, for an unknown reason, had become more sensitive than usual. His touch unwillingly thrilled me with pleasure and my nipples started to harden under his fingers. I could feel his erection against my butt. One of his hands slowly slipped towards my crotch and a part of me wished he would reach his goal. But I could not just get fucked from behind, in the middle of the corridor, by a random guy. A little voice inside my head told me it would not be the first time. My hesitation gave the zombie enough time to slip under my skirt. I was getting really horny...

I could not resist his caresses and his hand found its way to my wet slit. I sighed of satisfaction, surrending to his embrace as he began to lick my neck and my ear while getting bolder in his fondlings. His fingers entered my pussy, making me moan. He probably took it as a signal of my readiness (which it was), since he pushed me forward, making me fall on all fours. Startled, I let out a small cry. I felt him flipping my skirt, revealing my naked ass.

"Hurry...", I muttered.

He granted my request right away, pushing himself into me. The strength of his thrust pushed me forward and straightened up my head as my mind went crazy. My gaze accidently met the stairs at the end of the corridor, reminding me they were my initial objective. Gathering the few wits I had left, I moved forward, making his cock slip out of my pussy. An immediate need to be filled again invaded my confused mind before this need got fulfilled by the zombie pursuing me with his dick. The thrust pushed me forward a second time, giving me the impulse I needed to move again. I escaped him one more time, but not for long. His prick kissed my cervix again. Then I moved. And again.

Our little game, switching between frustrated movement and pleasurable immobility, interspersed by several yelps of delight, led us to the stairs, inch by inch, thrust by thrust. By the time we got there, we both had come several times. I won the game (sadly) in the end, still conscious, unlike my rider. However, I was exhausted. My weakened legs could not support me any longer. Panting, I lied for a while on the cold tiles of the floor next to the stairs, letting the sperm and the sweat evaporate on my hot skin. I managed somehow to go upstairs, crawling and stopping at each step to catch my breath. Using the handrail, I got up and hardly recovered some balance. I buttoned up my shirt to make a good impression and knocked at the door leading to the roof, hoping the people there would be friendly (and mentally sane). 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.