The Explicit End of the Beach

By Saskia Lane

THIS HORNY BRAT WANTS TO BE USED AND DOMINATED BY HER MOM'S ALPHA MALE BOYFRIEND. SHE DOESN'T CARE IF HE'S TOO BIG OR SHE'S TOO TIGHT. HER HEART'S SET ON THIS STUD. BUT IT'S ONLY WHEN SHE LEARNS HER MOTHER'S KINKY SECRET THAT THIS TEENAGE SUB TAKES CHARGE.

 

Gracie's family holiday in the Caribbean isn't going well. Through the wall of her hotel room she can hear what an alpha male stallion her Mom's boyfriend is… so how come Grant's so strict and uptight with her? She can't help it if she's pretty. It's not her fault her teenage body's smoking hot. There's loads of dudes down the beach trying to crack on to her, why does Grant have to always ground her? Every time she's on the verge of having some fun Mom's boyfriend comes down on her like a ton of bricks. It's his fault she's eighteen and still hasn't handed in her v-card. It's only when Gracie finally makes it down to the nudist end of the beach with Mario, the hunkiest of the beach dudes, and catches her mother cheating on Grant with Grant's boss that Gracie finally takes control of her life and gets what she really wants.

 

SIZLING HOT, WITH A PLOT. 12,000 words.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vital Books Inc
• Release date: Oct 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223802389

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE: GOTTA GET DOWN TO THE BEACH

Gotta get outta here and down to the beach before Mom and her boyfriend are finished in the other room.

Mom’s boyfriend’s name is Grant. He’s only her boyfriend. He aint my freaking father or anything. He has no right to tell me what I can and cannot wear.

I leave my bikini on and wriggle into my short shorts.

Jordan and Mario’ll be down the beach by now. Jordan said I look cute in short shorts n he aint even seen this pair! Low rise. The slashed crotch cut high and tight. A delta of hot denim in my cute teenage split.

Some groans. Pleading words. A moan of pleasure through the door.

It’s so unfair! Eighteen years old, my first Caribbean holiday, and all I get is this stupid ‘junior’ room with a door into the ‘master’ bedroom I can’t even lock! Right next to the freaking bathroom too!

More groans. The pleading more desperate. The moans of pleasure getting more and more urgent. I guess Mom and Grant are still ‘making love’ in there. How frigging long does it take?

I glance at my watch. Jordan n Mario said they’d be down the Cabana Bar till two—they’re not much older than me but Jordan n Mario drink alcohol. They haven’t got bossy Grant watching every move they make— and it’s after two already!

I pull my skimpiest tank-top on over my bikini top. A quick look in the mirror.

Shi-iiiiiiiiit!

Nice slim legs. Pert butt. Perky breasts. Drop dead gorgeous face. I want Mario n Jordan to see what a hot body I’ve got and the dumb bikini bottom Grant insisted I bring POKES OUT ON EITHER SIDE where the short shorts are cut high up my toned crotch! Flouncy elastic sticking out under slashed denim! How dumb can you get?

A yelp from the room next door. Mom’s sure enjoying her holiday. She’s enjoying it more than me. You think Mom and her boyfriend would have got themselves a separate room if they were going to spend the whole holiday fucking.

I wriggle out of the short shorts.

The denim’s so tight it pulls my bikini bottom off with it.

I stamp my bikini bottom into the floor. I’m not going swimming anyway. I aint going down the beach just to have a stupid swim. Bugger wearing my bikini. My pussy’s smooth and immaculately shaved. Nicely tanned too. I prepared real good for this vacation.

Quick!

I wriggle back into the short-shorts without my bikini bottom. They’re so tight I barely get them zipped up. Slashed denim digs into the sweet moisture between my legs.

... Moan... groan... yes... please yes... ye-eeeeeees...

You can’t blame me for being moist. Mom’s boyfriend’s a hunk. Grant’s a one hundred percent totally buff dude. He’s given my Mom a couple of orgasms already.

It’s weird. Grant’s so strict and upright and bossy as a person, a complete card-carrying puritan, but when he gets Mom into bed with him it sounds like he turns into a freaking wild animal.

Still. Mario and Jordan are okay too.

I might as well take my bikini top off as well, if I’m not going to be wearing the bottoms.

I study my breasts in the mirror. Small and perky and toned, cute tight little nipples. A perfect tan.

What would it be like to just go downstairs in my short shorts and not even a tank-top, with my pert, model-level tits on display? They say there’s beaches in France where you can strip off butt naked. Cool, or what?

I don’t know whether it’s thinking about nude beaches or an extra ecstatic moan