If your story is 90% sex, there should be a purpose for that. If there’s so much sex going on, maybe there’s some kind of sci-fi element, like a s...ore released on a town that makes people bone non-stop while one immune boy desperately looks for the cure. Look at that, from one simple statistic I carved a plot and a plan for how much sex will go on in the story, as well as a justification why that much sex is happening. That part is severely important. Okay, so you have your plot and your. That hellish grin came across his face as he looked at me. Then he moaned out that familiar word, "Pussy."The two hands that had torn off my blouse and bra began milking my breasts. They squeezed so hard I thought my breasts would burst. Squeezing, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, over and over like a damn machine.The zombie kneeled between my legs and with one of his hands he tore off my yellow flowered panties.My muffled cries went unheard.He opened the folds of my pussy and ran his blood. I knew that I couldn't go out–I wouldn't have any place to go anyway. And I didn't know anyone that I could call and talk to. Even my friend across the hall was gone for a few days.Here I was in the City of Angels but it was my own private hell. I was surrounded by more people than I could even get my head around yet I couldn't be more alone if I was on a deserted island.I didn't have to work the next day, so I decided to have a little pity party–just me and my best friend, a bottle of cheap. Within a few minutes, I feel this incredibly warm sensation on the head of my penius; and I start to moan. Are you enjoying me sucking your cock Kevin; remarked Mark? Yes, Sir; said Kevin.Then Mark starts to lick the tip of my cock and start gliding up and down on it from the very top to the base of my rod. He would lick my piss slit every time while then quickly gliding his tongue and mouth down my shaft faster each time. With each glide, I moaned more and more and could barely stand this.