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!’