Outbreak of Flesh
The sun beat down on the infinity pool at the Elysian Escape resort, a hedonistic paradise where the spring break crowd of wealthy coeds could indulge in every vice. Three friends, Barb, Marielle, and Kat, lounged in a private cabana, sipping tropical cocktails and gossiping about their plans for the week.
"Did you see that guy at the bar?" Marielle asked, adjusting her bikini top. "The one with the tattoos? I wouldn't mind breaking my no-boys-on-this-trip rule for him."
Barb laughed. "You and your rules. You said that last semester and then slept with half the lacrosse team."
As they bantered, a strange phenomenon was occurring across the pool. A couple who had been kissing passionately suddenly froze, their eyes glazing over with an odd, feverish intensity. Without warning, they began tearing at each other's clothes, right there on the pool deck. Within moments, they were naked and fucking with an animalistic urgency that drew gasps and then horrified stares from other guests.
"What the hell?" Kat muttered, sitting up straight. "Security's going to have a field day with that."
But before any staff could respond, the woman witnessing the couple suddenly let out a cry and began stripping off her own sundress. Her eyes had the same feverish glaze. She launched herself at the man nearest her, clawing at his swim trunks.
The contagion spread like wildfire through the pool area. One by one, guests succumbed, their expressions shifting from shock to the same fevered desire before they began tearing at clothes and coupling with whoever was nearest.
Barb, Marielle, and Kat watched in growing alarm from their cabana. "We need to get out of here," Barb said, reaching for her sarong.
But as she stood, her eyes locked with a man who had just emerged from the pool, water dripping down his muscular chest and off his exposed cock. His eyes, feverish and intense, met hers, and something shifted inside her. A heat bloomed in her lower belly, spreading through her veins like wildfire. The sarong dropped from her fingers.
"Barb?" Marielle asked, concerned.
Barb turned to her friends, and they saw it in her eyes too. The same feverish glaze. "I... I need..." she gasped, her hands moving to her bikini strings.
Marielle and Kat exchanged a horrified look, but it was too late. As Barb's bikini fell away, revealing her toned body, the contagion took hold of them too. Marielle let out a strangled cry as her hands moved to her own bikini top, and Kat's eyes widened with a mixture of terror and sudden, overwhelming need.
Within moments, all three were naked, their bodies trembling with an alien desire that eclipsed all rational thought. Barb reached out for the man that was coming their way from the pool, cock bobbing invitingly in front of him. Kat grabbed Barb from behind, tongue sliding into her suddenly soaked pussy until the stranger arrived to fill the hole. Kat's fingers then found Marielle's slick folds, stroking her clit with urgent precision as Marielle arched against her.
The sounds of their moans drew the attention of others nearby. A hotel staff member who had been rushing to respond to the initial outbreak stopped dead, his eyes locking with Kat's as she looked up from Marielle's soft tits. The glaze appeared in his eyes too. Without hesitation, he tore off his uniform shirt and approached the cabana.
Kat saw him coming and reached out, pulling him into their tangle of bodies. His uniform pants were quickly discarded, revealing a thick cock that jutted proudly from a thatch of dark hair. Kat wrapped her hand around it, stroking firmly as he groaned.
The sight of the staff member joining them drew more attention. Two men who had been watching from nearby approached, their eyes burning with the contagion. One was tall and muscular, the other lean but toned. Both stripped quickly, their cocks hard and ready.
Marielle disentangled herself from Kat and crawled toward the muscular man, taking his cock in her mouth with an eagerness that belied her earlier shock. Barb turned her attention from the original stranger to the lean man, pulling him down onto the daybed and straddling him, guiding his cock into her dripping pussy with a cry of pleasure. The stranger didn't mind. He simply slid his free cock into Kat's open mouth. The taste of her friend's juices driving her into even higher states of arousal.
"Barb you taste on good on him," she whined as his softening cock slipped from her lips and his cum dribbled onto her belly. Barb made no response but a groan, and Kat didn't blame her. She could see the lean man's cockhead bulging in Barb's throat.
The cabana had became like a gravitational center. More infected guests approached. The couple that had sparked this epidemic at the pool were holding hands as each one licked a separate pussy. The man that Marielle said she wanted to break a rule for was pounding her ass so hard that her eyes had rolled completely white. Kat thought they looked great that way as she crawled over to suckle on the massive tits of a new mother, milk leaking from her engorged nipples.
"Should I fuck another one into you?" her husband asked from somewhere behind Kat. "Or maybe I should fuck one into this one?"
He grabbed Kat's hair and she positioned herself on all fours, offering herself to him eagerly. He knelt behind her, driving his cock deep into her pussy with a grunt of satisfaction. Marielle was now on her back, the muscular man pounding into her as she screamed her pleasure. Barb bounced on the lean man's cock, her tits jiggling with each movement as she rode him hard.
Minutes turned to hours but eventually the fever broke. One by one, the daze and need left the eyes of the pool-goers. Cum dripped from their skin and out of their holes. Sweat crusted across their foreheads and backs. Clothes, scattered hopelessly lost across the wood of the decks, became rags as people rushed to wipe the evidence of their fever clean.
"What... what was that?" Marielle whispered, her voice shaking.
Barb shook her head, unable to meet her friends' eyes. "I need to get in the pool," was all she managed to say, finger dragging through a glob of one of the men's cum that clung to her chin. "I need to get clean."
"Good idea," Kat agreed.
The three climbed into the water, still naked. No sense in covering up now. Others joined them, but not too many. No one wanted to get too close. They'd all already been close enough. Inside the hotel, the wave had continued. Floor by floor, the common areas had devolved into sexual chaos.
The news would talk about it soon enough. It wasn't an isolated incident after all. The Carnal Flu rampaged across the island, then the world. Some freak contagion with a vector of sight instead of biology. No one knew where it started, but the events at the Elysian certainly weren't the first case. The only saving grace seemed to be that once you caught it, you were inoculated against catching it in the future.
Until it mutated, at least.
This story was originally requested by anon on my old blog with the following ask: contagious exhibitionism. you see other people fucking in public and are struck with the urge to do it too.
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