This tale of sex and love begins when four college students set out to enjoy the long Halloween Weekend at a small isolated resort. How could a weekend with such perfect weather and innocent games of frisbee go wrong? Start with a virulent patch of poison ivy then add an Indigenous American shaman and resort clerk adept at spying. The story ends with monsters, new clothes, babies and membership in the tribe.
My sincere appreciation to Heyall, Cageysea and Steve Locock previewing this story many months past. However, in all honesty, this story has gone through so many rewrites I doubt those three people would recognize the words you see now entered in the 2022 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. Dan Knudson and randalblack1958 deserve special thanks for their input and editing.
Your comments and votes are appreciated.
THURSDAY EVENING
It was 9:22 PM, on Thursday night before the grand Halloween weekend. Four college kids, two guys and two girls, finally arrived. Damn kids were hours late! Anyone smart enough to schedule all their classes and labs on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday should have called! Late labs, quizzes and travel delays are understandable. Not calling, showing up late willy-nilly, inexcusable! Damn kids should have called! Hopefully their money—charge cards were good. According to their driver's licenses, all were 21 and now of legal age in every state and territory. The clerk really didn't care if their documents were real or fake. Nor did he care if they ran naked and fucked like bunnies. They were the only guests here...last of the season. Although built over thirty years hence, the two bedroom cottages with an ensuite bath for each bedroom, complete kitchen and furnished living dining area would easily compete with the condo-like resorts that have since proliferated.
While everyone was at the counter, the clerk told them basketball, football and baseball equipment was available at no charge for guests. The guys smiled and said they preferred throwing frisbees. In other words, thanks but no thanks. After the receipts were signed and keys issued, he gave them a stern warning to stay away from the small knoll bordering the Nice River Indian Reservation...Indigenous Homeland because of its virulent poison ivy.
After they left the office, he locked the doors and retired to his personal apartment. His eyes gleamed as the computer, cameras and microphones came to life. Yes! The girl named Sandy stood at the bathroom sink in her bra and panties. She was rather short, perhaps 5 foot 3 inches tall and nicely curved. Ever the voyeur, he zoomed in on the industrial strength bra containing her large breasts. Oh, what a nice surprise! Her softball-sized globes capped by palm-sized areoles and fingertip-sized nipples tumbled into view. As she turned and stepped into the shower, he got a quick view of her dark brown female triangle. A super zoom lens and some electronic trickery revealed her bra size—36DD!
Hitting a few keys on his computer revealed Amy in all her glory standing at the sink in the other bathroom while brushing her teeth. Tall, willowy, truly smooth and blessed with slightly tan skin--a real wet dream. Close ups proved there was nary a hair below her neck. Even more surprising, no tan lines—proof she spent time in the sun without clothes—a nudist she was. Her titty mounds with small pink areoles and tiny nipples never wobbled. Applying that same trickery to the frilly garment on the counter proved she wore a 34B bra. From that moment on there was no doubt Amy would be comfortable braless, in a teeny bikini or bare. Sandy's female boulders would always need an industrial strength bra. Even so, both girls would eventually feed babies with their boobies.
Being a straight man, this clerk had no interest in other men and shut the system down. After bathing and other personal activities, he resumed spying. Amy and the tall blond-haired man, Ronnie, were laying on the bed naked and kissing. Several minutes later they separated for air. Her hot, hard and bright pink nipples should have been visible. Damn! Something went wrong. The cameras and software couldn't resolve many details in that dark bedroom.
After a short respite, the camera caught him kissing and licking her nipples. Her heavy breathing, hot undulating body and heavy gasps indicated she was enjoying every sensual and sexual delight he created. When he began kissing his way down her body she sort of shivered with anticipation. Moments after nestling between Amy's wide-open legs his tongue found her bare clitoris. Amy's sudden hip thrusts, shivers and loud shrill gasps announced her pleasure better than a thousand words could ever say. Ronnie's long arms and strong hands easily reached and twiddled her hot, hard and throbbing nipples. Her shrill wordless noises were getting louder and more intense. Every enjoyable spasm made her long shapely legs instinctively clamp his head tight.
Perhaps Amy will one day describe the physical and emotional delights of her orgasms. Perhaps Ronnie will figure out how to make those orgasms more numerous and longer.
After returning to the world, she happily gave him several kisses then lay back and pulled him to her lips and tits. Somehow, he had the presence and coordination to put on an extra-large condom before easily entering her warm and receptive body. A few moments later, their hot sweaty bodies were slipping and sliding together. Every time his hips rose she pulled his body home with her long powerful legs. Their breathing became ragged and loud.
Although unseen, his hot, hard and throbbing cock was figuratively boiled inside her most intimate place. Ronnie was nearing his point of no return and began trembling and breathing like a wild beast. Amy's arms and legs held him tight. Counting the pleasant little orgasmic spasms before the big one came or the shots of semen fired was impossible. There was no doubt both wished those quantities were greater. Eventually, two happy and exhausted bodies separated then trudged to the bathroom. Both returned to bed naked then rolled over and slept.
******
It was getting late, damn near midnight when the clerk's cameras peaked at Charlie and Sandy. Although they were sexually active, the loving emotional bond wasn't there. Yes, he was licking, kissing and sucking her nipples. He was also rubbing her clitoris but she wanted more. Ah shit! The mike wasn't getting their conversation but her disappointment was evident. She wanted his tongue down there and by her recent movements was obviously willing to likewise pleasure him. Unfortunately, Charlie wasn't returning the favor. For a moment, all sympathies were with Sandy until her dark and thickly forested triangle came into view. That's why her pleas fell on deaf ears. No one wants hair in their teeth!
To his credit Charlie switched positions and was alternately kissing her lips and nips. His hand was between her legs and probing her warm moist center. Sandy's hips bucked the instant his fingers found her clitoris. The ensuing activities soon made her body warm and undulate with increasing intensity. Charlie quickly slipped between her open legs and began pumping vigorously. Although near, she needed more stimulation to achieve the big one. Unfortunately, he couldn't slow his body or the pending explosion. He was apparently grunting like a wild boar while firing several shots of semen. When empty he collapsed on her almost totally breathless and comatose. With great effort she pushed him off and away, then ran to the bathroom. After completing her needed ablutions she returned wearing panties with a sanitary pad and a summery cotton nightgown. He slept naked until the morning light and needs woke him.
FRIDAY
Ronnie and Charlie were up out much earlier than the girls. They wanted to make the most of this perfect warm and sunny day. Both men now ran about in gym shorts. Their shirts and shoes were under a big oak tree. Their strong muscular bodies already glistening with sweat.
Ronnie ran and threw the frisbee like a champ. His throws were accurate. His hands rarely slipped or missed. As a former high school all-star running back and receiver that was expected. Even more impressive was his command of the playing field. He successfully adapted innumerable lessons from his business studies and leadership skills honed managing intramural teams and leagues. Running five miles every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning would keep most physically fit. He added an hour of weight training and other exercises every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning.
His friend and partner on the field, Charlie, was a physics and computer science double major with honors who genuinely earned the title "nerd." Although a bit on the stocky side with brown eyes, straight black hair and eyeglasses reminiscent of Geordi on Star Trek. Instead of the rather thin golden band Geordi had to wear, Charlie's eyewear had blue tinted polycarbonate lenses and an elastic band. With a sly smile Charlie claimed he could calculate gyroscopic inertia, angular momentum and Bernoulli's equation without pen, paper or calculator. Whether it was such mental feats or old fashion athletics, he threw and caught the frisbee accurately and precisely almost every time. Charlie exercised with free weights and various machines in the gym for two hours every weekday morning.
As the clerk predicted and to everyone's delight, Amy wore slightly tight track shorts, a sport bra and canvas shoes. This former high school head cheerleader and occasional nudist was never alarmed or embarrassed when her nipples and cameltoe showed. Morning runs with Ronnie followed by hour long yoga sessions kept her tall willowy body physically fit. Courses to complete a history degree and secondary teacher certification kept her mentally sharp. Keeping pace with the men made her clothing soaking wet with sweat. Amy took a breather and a long drink of water then without any shame or embarrassment removed her bra. She now stood like an athletic goddess with her firm titty mounds proudly visible to all.
As a former high school drill team captain, Sandy knew how step lively and rarely saw the need to run. Given her 36DD softball-sized breasts, that seemed reasonable. Yes, she was a bit heavy, the polite word was curvy, make no mistake, Sandy was a strong woman. She used the treadmill, stationary bike and ski machine several days a week. Peppered with some teasing and easy throws, Sandy eventually joined the game. All the while she was wondering how to one day use this plastic disk for classroom lessons. Such were the thoughts and endeavors of one taking courses needed for an education degree and a primary grades teaching certificate.
After joining the game Sandy played with gusto. A wild throw sent her running and lunging for that flying plastic disk. All three rushed to their fallen companion. After helping her stand and brushing the dirt away every ear was pierced by a loud shrill scream. Her pink flowery patterned blouse was torn...damn near ripped to pieces. Every button was gone. Both breasts had bounced out of their bra cups. One bra strap was broken. Even worse, her bra was stretched and askew. Her areoles, nipples and face were brightly reddened and hot. Sandy held both arms tight to her chest. Poor Sandy was more worried about her exposed breasts than injuries. A few moments later she looked at Amy's bare chest and thought, "No! Not me! Not here! Not today!" Then realized nothing but her pride and clothing were wounded. Sandy's arms relaxed allowing all to see her large breasts and enflamed nipples. Thrilling erotic sensations overwhelmed her emotions and body. With a furtive smile and a shrug of the shoulders Sandy squashed her embarrassment, quickly removed her torn blouse and bra then bade her friends to continue the game.
The game resumed with all players bare above the waist. One of the guys gave it a good toss just as a gust of wind came across the lawn. Wiser folk would have left that cheap plastic disk in the poison ivy and either put another frisbee in play or retired for the day. Not these guys. They were college men and determined to enjoy every minute of daylight remaining. Whatever education, warnings and common sense they possessed was ignored. Both guys ran pell-mell up that small knoll and through the poison ivy. One tripped on the vines and rolled in the noxious weeds several times. The other fool crawled and pawed his way through the noxious weeds until he found that treasured plastic disk.
