Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky - A Halloween Story - Sex Stories

Ghost Riders in the Halloween Sky - A Halloween Story

... Frederika put on their tiniest bikinis to go down to the beach and flaunt their stuff. It was a bit cold, so they weren’t going into the water, but that wasn’t why they went to the beach. They went to the beach to pick up boys and tease and taunt the older men.

When Shirley came out in her neck to thigh, black, one-piece swimsuit, Tawleena exclaimed, “What the hell are you, girl, a nun?”

“Almost,” said Delia flatly, “she makes grandma look like a swinger.”

There was a bar near the beach that was having their “Closing for the winter” sale so the girls took advantage of the prices and the two for one sales. Shirley stuck to Pepsi and again insisted that she drive the short way home.

That didn’t go over very well with Delia or her friends. Perhaps they were even more drunk than before because Susana and Frederika proclaimed loudly, “We’re not going to get packed into the back with Tawleena again.” Then they added, “We aren’t even getting packed in there with you,” and physically picked up Shirley and threw her into the pickup bed of the Gladiator.

“I’ll fall out,” Shirley screamed.

“Then lie down and push your arms and legs out against the sides,” Frederika said harshly.

“But people will see me,” Shirley whined as she lay on her back with her knees and elbows bent and her hands and feet against the sides of the truck bed.

“You ain’t naked,” Tawleena said angrily as she got into the front seat.

“Let’s have some fun,” Delia said as she turned north ...

... rather than south back to the cabin. She stayed on AZ-95 all the way up to I-40 and then headed north toward Kingman. They had the back window open so they could hear Shirley screaming except for those times when the loud blast of a trucker’s horn indicated that someone was enjoying the show. A little south of Kingman, she turned onto Oatman highway, which was originally a mining road. It was now a more or less modern highway that wriggled its way through the mountains before coming back to I-40 right at the Arizona-California line.

By the time they got back to the cabin three hours later, the four sorority girls were basically sober, but Shirley was hysterical. “How could you do that to me?” she screamed at her sister. “I was terrified. ... And all those truckers and everybody were looking at me!”

“She pissed herself,” Tawleena said derisively in response.

“No, I didn’t,” Shirley screamed back.

“Then what’s that wet spot on your suit and on the inside of your legs?” Frederika asked, pointing at Shirley’s crotch.

“That’s not piss,” Delia said as she reached over and ran her finger along the inside of Shirley’s thigh. She leaned in close to Shirley’s face and asked, “Is it?”

Shirley turned extremely red and stammered out, “It just... it just... it just happened.”

“My God!” Susana said loudly, “She got off on it!”

“Well, well, well,” Delia said with a laugh, “my uptight little sister gets off on fear and humiliation.”

“Maybe she’s a subbie,” Frederika ...