Seriously Sexy 2

by Miranda Forbes

  ‘Did you swallow?’

  ‘Ewww! Are you kidding!?’ Emma frowns. ‘I just, like, rubbed him with my hand and he sprayed all over my face.’ She smiles contentedly. ‘He seemed pretty happy with that.’

  Daytona Beach, Florida

  With 23 miles of hot, ocean-lapped beach and loads of attractions like Disney World, SeaWorld, and the International Speedway within easy driving distance, Daytona Beach has been a primo Spring Break destination for decades. And it lived up to its billing and more for sparkly, raven-haired Shonelle, a first-year college student with a very advanced grade body.

  ‘MTV was there and everything! It rocked!’ she exclaims, waving her fist in the air and grooving, her big boobs bouncing in rhythm. ‘I went to all kinds of crazy concerts … and contests: Snoop Dogg and Shaggy; Twister and Spin the Wheel and shit like that. And the club scene was trippin’! The Ocean Deck, Razzle’s, 600 North – I par-teed at all of ’em. I even won a wet T-shirt and wet shorty-shorts contest – in one night!’

  Shonelle jumps up and spins around, shakes an arse that would be the envy of any fly girl. Then she sits back down, her boobs almost spilling out of her tight, purple tank-top. The girl with the electric smile grins, thinking back to that wet and wild night.

  ‘I forget what club it was,’ she says, ‘but someone hollered, ‘Wet T-shirt contest!’ and I was, like, there. It was a total sizzle getting up in front of all those people, my posse cheerin’ me on, getting doused with water and bouncing my boobies around. Then they hosed down my booty, and I was shakin’ it all over the place. But what happened afterwards was even crazier.’

  I only have to wait for the hyper teen to draw a quick breath before she reveals the rest of the story.

  ‘I ran into this washroom backstage to dry off, you know, and the brother who’d been MC-ing the whole thing followed me right inside. At first, I was all ready to kick his black ass, but then I noticed how smokin’ hot he was! I guess I hadn’t gotten a good look at him on stage.’ She sighs, her big, brown eyes gleaming with remembrance. ‘He was, like, liquorice dark, with a shaved head and all kinds of muscles. I just stood there and stared at him, my titties all hangin’ outta my wet shirt. And he started sweet talkin’ me, saying I was the best contestant he’d ever seen and shit like that – really pouring on the sugar, know what I’m sayin’.’

  ‘And he –’

  ‘He sure did.’ Shonelle laughs. ‘He rolled up my T-shirt and wrung me out like a sponge mop. He put his big hands on my bare titties and started squeezin’ ’em real good. Mmmm, it felt evil! Then he started licking my nipples, licking all around and over them. They were popped out rock-hard and electric. And when he started sucking on them, I almost came right there in my panties.’

  ‘But you –’

  ‘Hell, yes! I wanted that stud’s big cock inside me, bringin’ me off the right away.’ Shonelle grins. ‘And he buried it deep – and ooooh it felt good. He put me up on the counter and really sexed up the girl, pumping his cock in and out of my coochie. I’d gone full-on a couple of times before, you know, but nothin’ like that. This was a man, not a boy, and he knew what he was doin’, know what I’m sayin’.’

  ‘And what –’

  ‘I just hung onto his big ol’ ass and let him pound me, my tits flyin’ all over the place, the music thumping on through the walls. And he jizzed right inside me, shakin’ like he was electrocuted or something. Nothin’ I could do to stop it – ’cause I was cumming like crazy, too.’ Shonelle fans her face with a blinged-up hand. ‘That was the best wet T-shirt contest ever!’

  South Padre Island, Texas

  Located on the Gulf of Mexico, this barrier island with its long, sand-duned beach is well on its way to becoming America’s favourite Spring Break party destination. Only 25 miles from Mexico itself, it offers all sorts of fun watersports, such as parasailing and wakeboarding and waterskiing and snorkelling.

  And for tall, slim, stunningly blonde Breanne, it offered her a chance to jet ski for the very first time in her life. And a chance to get to know her long-time girlfriend a whole lot better than she’d ever suspected.

  ‘I never in, like, a trillion years would’ve ever thought Stacey was a lez,’ the Maria Sharapova look-a-like confides. ‘I mean, we’d gone on tons of double dates together – with guys – rated all the hunks on the football team. I don’t know, maybe it’s just a phase she’s going through or something.’ Breanne blushes, confesses, ‘And I’m kinda glad I’m going through it with her.’

  When pressed for details, the sunny high school senior with the sea-green eyes stares at me for a moment, then swallows hard and provides them.

  ‘Well, we rented this jet ski at that place you recommended. And Stacey drove it around for awhile, with me on the back. It was awesome, like you said it would be – bouncing over the waves, doing donuts, racing other guys. And it was even way more fun when I took the controls. I went, like, full-throttle right away, just about crashed us into this stupid sailboat.’

  Breanne giggles, then composes herself and goes on, ‘Anyway, I thought maybe I was, like, going too fast for Stacey or something, ‘cause she was hugging me so tight – around the waist … at first, at least. Then she moved her hands up higher, ’til they were all the way under my lifejacket and, like, cupping my boobs.’

  I glance at the girl’s handful breasts, her pointy nipples indenting a ‘Got Milk?’ T-shirt. And even I get a little moist at the thought of that experimental girl-on-girl scene unfolding out there on the sun-drenched, sparkling green waters of the Gulf.

  Breanne rubs her hands on her skintight jeans. ‘Well, I slowed right down, of course, ’cause I was, like, all confused about what was going on, you know. But that didn’t slow Stacey down. She started full-out groping my boobs – squeezing them and rolling my buds and stuff. I came to a dead-stop in the water and she started kissing my neck, mumbling some junk about how she’d always loved me or whatever.’

  The athletic blonde shrugs her buff shoulders, grins a wicked little grin. ‘What could I do? I just sat there and took it, sort of watching to make sure no one else came close to us. And I gotta admit, it felt pretty good – the jet ski gently rocking and the sun beating down and Stacey feeling up my boobs and nips. I just sort of leaned back and enjoyed the ride.’

  And she enjoyed it still more when her girlfriend-turned-girl-lover unfastened their lifejackets and tossed them overboard, had Breanne turn around and face the sweet music.

  ‘She started kissing me – like boys kiss, ’cept softer.’ Breanne closes her eyes and sighs. ‘It was really quite wonderful. Then she stuck her hand in my bikini and started rubbing my cunny, while I felt up her boobs, while we frenched like a couple of porn stars. She made me come, like, instantly. I shook so hard I almost fell into the ocean. And then I made her come – with my hand. She gushed all over me!’

  When asked if the girls have repeated their Sapphic shenanigans, Breanne nods most emphatically. ‘Oh, sure, lots of times. But I’m no lezzy or anything. I’m just, you know, trying to help Stacey through this phase she’s going through.’

  Lake Havasu, Arizona

  Not yet in the same league as Pensacola and Panama City Beach, Florida, Lake Havasu is nonetheless a top Spring Break getaway destination for party-hearty students in the American southwest. A 45-mile-long reservoir formed by the Colorado River, it boasts all the beach, beverage, and water-related activities of its more famous ocean cousins, along with searing desert heat, spectacular mountain scenery, and London Bridge (shipped brick-by-brick from England and reassembled on the spot). And Lake Havasu boasts something else, as well: the hottest teen girl travel sexcapade yet tattled to me.

  It comes from Inez, a sultry first-generation Latina with a caramel-coated body that would melt in anyone’s mouth. And her tale is all the more surprising considering that her parents are devout churchgoers (I’ve packaged them up on a couple of trips to the Holy Land myself). Inez claims to live up to their strict standards at
home, but on the road, it’s a different story.

  ‘It all started, like, so totally innocently,’ the brown-eyed eighteen-year-old states, tucking her shiny black locks in behind her ears. ‘I was just floating around on this big inner-tube, soaking up the sun and minding my own business.’

  She pulls on the hem of her white shorts, her smooth, brown legs gleaming under the lights. ‘And then all of a sudden I felt something, like, tugging on my bikini bottom. I totally freaked! I almost burst the tube with my fingernails. Then I heard someone laughing, and I saw Ken swimming around off to the side. He was smiling and waving at me, so I sorta chilled a bit, thinking he was just having some fun or whatever. But then I felt something slap my bum, and I knew it wasn’t him.’

  A long-lost legendary water creature like the Loch Ness Monster or Ogopogo? Nope. Only Justin, another frat boy Inez had met at a houseboat party the previous evening.

  ‘Ken and Justin were all yelling at me, teasing me and treading water like crazy. But I just stuck out my tongue and lay back on the tube, playing it real cool. So they started feeling up my bum again – and I mean really feeling it up. They squeezed and rubbed and spanked my butt cheeks, pulled my bikini right off. And then someone stuck his tongue in my crack!’

  The bright-eyed girl adjusts her tube-top, recrosses her long legs. ‘I was, like, totally shocked. I mean, one of them – Ken, I think it was – really spread my cheeks and jammed his tongue right into my bumhole, swirled it around inside me. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, there were people floating all around us, on tubes and rafts and boats and whatever. But I don’t think anyone saw what was going on – thank God!’

  Inez gulps a couple of quick breaths, her perky breasts shuddering.

  ‘So what happened next?’

  She stares at me. ‘Everything! Ken and Justin start pushing me and my tube towards the beach, up onto the beach. Then they drag me into this little cave they obviously had all picked out ahead of time and …’ Inez blinks. ‘You won’t tell anyone, will you?’

  I shake my head, my fingers working a pencil to the snapping point.

  ‘Well, they both kinda … did me at once,’ the teen queen admits. ‘They didn’t force me or anything like that. Actually, I guess I kinda encouraged them. That tongue slithering up my bum and all the heat and stuff just sorta warped me, I guess. So anyway, Ken stuck his prick in my cun and pumped away while Justin stuck his prick in my mouth and pumped away.’ Her eyelids flutter. ‘It … was … totally loco! ’Specially for a girl who’d only ever tongue-kissed a guy before.

  ‘But it hardly hurt at all when Ken went … in. And then it just felt totally wicked. I was, like, amazingly hot and wet – getting screwed by one guy and sucking off another.’

  I shake my head, my eyes as fiery as Inez’s.

  ‘Then, just when I was ready to, like, totally explode – I was tingling sooo bad – Ken and Justin switched places. Justin had a smaller prick, but a slower stroke, like he was more experienced or something. Ken spewed as soon as I wrapped my lips around his knob. ‘Course, I was squirting by then, too. And then Justin pulled out and spunked all over my stomach. Which was nice of him, ’cause my parents would absolutely kill me if I ever got pregnant – without being married. I was one sticky, shaky babe by the time we finally crawled back out into the sunshine, let me tell ya!’

  So sports fans, take a tip from a lady in the know: consult with a travel agent before booking your Spring Break vacations, and you just might get something more than cold drinks and hot sun, sand, and surf – you just might get lucky.

  For The Love Of Arrogance

  by Shermaine Williams

  To say he was a dislikeable man was an understatement and, officially, I did hate him. However, there was still something that drew me to him despite the fact that he was the most egotistical man I had ever met.

  If I had my way, I wouldn’t be around him at all – honestly – but I was forced to work with him because I was taking over his job as area manager for the bookmakers we worked for. After being promoted, he would be working at head office but I wondered how he was going to cope.

  I was going to be making sure all the branches in the area were fully staffed and running smoothly – it was perfect for him. With male members of staff he was the proverbial dick swinger, the big dog who turned up and barked the loudest; with the females, however, it was a completely different story. He was flirtatious, charming and attentive. He was so transparent and, yet, they all seemed to fall for it. I put it down to them being young. I knew better. Yes – I had some weird attraction to him but I would never act on it, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  He thrived on attention: wherever he was he swaggered about like he owned the place, it always had to be all eyes on him. To say he was obnoxious was an understatement.

  Unbelievably, he had a girlfriend – poor cow! Though I’d never met her, I still felt sorry for her. How did she put up with him?

  Being around the guy during the working day was more than enough to satisfy the weird fascination I had with him, but anymore than that would drive me crazy. Maybe she was as bad as him. That must be it: she was one of those high-maintenance types. No doubt they were made for each other and fed off each other’s self–importance.

  I sat there in the back room, waiting for him, listening to his deep voice as he flirted with the cashier just outside the door.

  ‘Tony,’ I called out, finally unable to take any more. ‘Can we get on with this?’

  ‘Coming,’ he replied sarcastically, after another burst of giggles from the impressionable young woman who held his attention.

  ‘Can’t be without me, can you Em?’ he smiled, as he walked into the small room.

  Being over six feet tall and broad shouldered, his imposing figure seemed to fill the room, making me look tiny by comparison despite being 5'8''. It didn’t help that I was sitting down as he stalked around the desk to sit next to me. One thing I will say for him is that he always smelt good.

  ‘My name is Emily and yes I can,’ I insisted, rolling my eyes for good measure. ‘Unfortunately, you’re the one that knows about this stuff.’

  I stared hard at the offending paperwork as if to demonstrate my commitment to it, not wanting to look into his eyes in case he could read something in mine. ‘Ah, honey, it’s alright to admit that you need me.’

  Arrogant bastard! I was so outraged that I couldn’t think of a clever retort and fell silent. I could feel his eyes boring into me, daring me to look at him. ‘Don’t be scared to admit it,’ he smirked, when I succumbed to my compulsion to look at him.

  ‘I don’t need to admit anything!’ I finally replied, a little too forcefully.

  ‘I think the lady doth protest too much.’

  ‘Can we just get on with this please?’ I knew I sounded exasperated, but I couldn’t help it. I desperately hoped my face wasn’t as red as it felt as I watched him shrug his acceptance of my suggestion.

  The man just made me want to scream.

  He kept nudging my arm with his as he tutored me. I had no idea whether he was doing it on purpose and if I said anything I knew he’d make a big deal of it, so I said nothing.

  As he finally begun getting serious, I took the opportunity to take surreptitious glances in his direction and couldn’t help but wonder what kind of lover he was. I imagined he was quite rough, despite his seemingly charming exterior. It was all an act. In reality, I bet he was the take–charge type who didn’t really have that much respect for women. If he had the opportunity, he would probably only use me to get what he wanted, fucking me hard and fast to satisfy himself without giving my pleasure a second thought.

  I reckon he loves doggy style – every man loves to see a woman on her hands and knees: he would hold onto my hips and ram his hard, eager cock deep inside me, pulling my hair as he thrust harder and faster …

  His mobile rang and jolted me out of my twisted thoughts – thank goodness. I really must be losing my mind.


  ‘It’s the little woman,’ he announced, looking at the small screen with a mischievous grin on his face. ‘You won’t get jealous, will you?’

  I only narrowed my eyes as I looked at his smug smile; lips that I wanted to kiss on a face that I wanted to slap.

  During his call, he slowly paced up and down behind me while I shuffled papers, pretending not to listen as he planned his evening with his girlfriend. I didn’t even react on hearing him say: ‘I’m with Em’ even though it made me wonder if he had spoken to her about me. ‘I’m sure she’d love to – I’ll ask her.’

  Ask me what? After that I just stared blankly at the table, waiting for him to hang up and explain.

  ‘You’ll come for a drink after work, won’t you Em?’

  ‘Who with?’ I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

  ‘Me. But the missus will be there so you’ll have to resist the temptation to pounce on me’

  ‘I think I’ll manage that just fine.’

  The corner of my mouth twitched as he stood grinning at me and I fought to maintain my stern expression as he sat back down so we could resume work.

  At no point did I specifically say that I would go and he never asked again, but I knew that I would go and I wondered if he knew that. Was I that transparent? Did he have that much confidence? In any case, he wasn’t the reason I wanted to go; I wanted to meet his girlfriend – the mysterious Nicole.

  Tony and I had been working at the same company for months and I know he and Nicole had been together for even longer than that. I only knew of her through gossip and conjecture. I was curious about her and needed to know whether I should feel pity or disdain for her.

  As 5.30pm approached, Tony eagerly prepared to leave for the day, despite being just as keen to get to the pub and meet the elusive woman, I did a good job of acting nonchalant as I took my time clearing up and getting my things together.