Spring Broken

[bcw8]

It was four days into spring break. Four days of heat and ocean salt and searing sun. Four nights of alcohol and sex and very little sleep.  Four days in a hotel suite littered with makeup and moisturizer and open suitcases and damp bikinis and empty wine bottles.

Lissa had met Will on the beach on day two and in a bar that night and one thing led to another as they slipped away. She came back adjusting her skirt and wiping her lips and she thought maybe they were in love.  Ah, to be twenty-one and a taut ten in a bikini!

Except the beaches swarmed with tens.  Day three ended in tears and recriminations when Will was spotted in a different bar with his hand under the t-shirt of a brunette named Denise from Texas who just happened to maybe be an eleven. 

"Do NOT tell me you invited him!" Lissa hissed to her suite mate as Will arrived at their night-four party, shirtless and feeling no pain, with Denise the Slut in tow.  Getting only a shrug, Lissa resolved to snub Will, and she did, at least until he cornered her in the kitchenette, and really what could she do then except kiss him back, and brutally hard?  She arched her breasts into his bare chest and thought take that, whore without a scintilla of irony. 

"You're so hot," Will murmured.  "Both of you."

Lissa shoved him.  "Excuse me?!"

"C'mon baby," he smirked.  "Lighten up.  Think of it as a competition. You're competitive, aren't you?"  He tugged her back to her by the hem of her t-shirt and smoothly slid his hand under it and up her ribs until his palm cupped her breast.  "I think it's so hot you didn't wear a bra tonight.  Neither did Denise.  I think your tits are better than hers."

"You're right. They are," Lissa whispered back.  It made her wet that he was comparing them.  "My ass is better too."

He shook his head.  "I'm not so sure about that."  His other hand slid down the back of her shorts.  "Maybe.  It's close."  She pouted and he smirked and pinched her nipple until she gasped.  "I really can't decide," he murmured in her ear.  Her eyes opened over his shoulder and there was Denise, watching them. 

"I'm better than her," Lissa said softly to him but she made sure her face was angled for the other girl to hear too.  Denise's expression was dark but unreadable.  Her nipples bulged in the thin cotton of her t-shirt, their dark color visible.  She leaned her ass back against the kitchen counter and slid her fingers brazenly down the front of her shorts.  Lissa had to suppress a moan. 

"She's wrong, Will," Denise purred.  Lissa felt Will tense but she held him tightly.   "You know I'm better."

Lissa turned them both so Denise could see her hands push down his shorts and curl around his erection. The brunette's chin lifted slightly and her back arched. 

"I wonder," Will said, his voice as thick as his cock.  "Who would win arm wrestling...in front of everyone...topless."

It was unexpected and kinky and manipulative and it made both girls bite their lower lips because it fucking excited them both.  Everyone watching them.

"Tits out...cock out," Lissa said.  She felt the heat in her pussy and it was nearly unbearable.  She pushed Will's shorts down to his knees and he stepped out of them with a wolf's grin as she peeled her t-shirt up and off.  Her breasts bounced once but settled firm and full, small untanned triangles with rigid pink nipples small in circumference but stabbing up a full inch now.  Denise mirrored her, stripping off her shirt, her dark nipples slashing the air. 

He led them out like a bacchanalian satyr, completely naked, cock waving. Every head swiveled, first to him, then to the two girls following in only bikini bottoms.  The room fell silent then erupted.  In the chaos of the cluttered room he saw the ironing board leaning against the wall and with two steps he snapped it open in the center of the room as people scattered.  Dreamlike, the two girls stepped to either side of it.  He reached for their right hands and brought them together, bringing them into position.  The board was the perfect height and width. Their fingers twisted and interlaced and locked. Their breasts rested on the board.  Will held their grip in both hands. 

"Quiet!" he shouted.  "They are gonna see who's better!"

He flung his hands up and Lissa and Denise surged into it, their arms and shoulders and backs and legs locking into rigid straining muscle, their taut stomachs drawn in and their displayed breasts shuddering, nipples nearly touching, and Will's cock twitched in a hungry spasm at the sound they made....

To be continued....

[Drake8]

Another work of art. I feel that excitement every time I read one of your stories, wishing I were there. Who wouldn't want to be the manipulative Will?

[tommyfighter]

Hoping it doesn't stop at arm wrestling!

[snw]

Damn, when you start off a story with that kind of potential, stopping it? Good to see a new story from you and as usual what a start. Looking forward to more.

[Rocko23]

Hot,hot beginning!

[roadie]

Hot,hot beginning!

I agree. HOT!! Two gorgeous topless  college chics squaring off in bikini bottoms. With an ironing board so close by; there must be a mat around there too. I think these two babes should settle this with a nude wrestling match. I just happen to be available to ref.
Pete

[bcw8]

It was only partly about him, his body, his eyes, his cock.  It was more about status. It was about queenship.  They were barely twenty-one but they understood that getting ahead means stepping on others like they're insects.

Their slender biceps bulged fist-sized as they threw their weight against the levers of their elbows.  Painted nails dug into the back of the other girl's white-knuckled hand. Lips parted over clenched teeth.  The ironing board held, made of stern stuff.  Denise bent Lissa's forearm to 11:00 but the blonde girl stiffened there and held.   In thirty seconds both were sweat-slick from the strain.  Their contorted faces gleamed; their tanned breasts glowed as rivulets formed and trickled along their swollen curves to soak into the fabric of the board. Lissa pulled back to even, her shoulder knotted. 

The room rocked.  No one had expected this.  This was insane.  Will stood at the end of the board with his arms crossed over his chest and his erection fully on display like a frozen maestro conducting an erotic symphony.  Lissa pushed Denise to 1:00, balanced on one braced leg, her other bent at the knee. The seconds ticked away.  Everyone watched in rapt fascination in a cacophony of shouting.  Of course the boys were spellbound, but every girl was just as caught up in the raw thrill of it, just as aroused. 

One bikinied girl moved to Will, a redhead beauty named Molly. "I love how you made them do this," she purred in his ear. "But you should have picked me - I'd beat either one of them, for you."   She pressed her breasts into his back and reached around him to wrap her fingers around his cock.  He accepted this as his due, like the young god he was, bringing her to his side and stripping off her top to spill her breasts free as her hand worked.  Her now-bared nipples were like cherries.  She squeezed a drop from him and brought her fingers to her mouth to taste it.   

"Maybe we'll find out if that's true," Will answered, her now-slick fingers returning to his shaft.  His mind was at work, already imagining his next move, his manipulation of the competitive lust he so easily drew from the true cats.  He pulled back Molly's head and thrust his tongue into her willing mouth to catch the tang of his pre-cum still on her tongue. "You know I want more," he said.  "Much, much more."   Her eyes glowed and she nodded. 

In front of them, pain built between Denise and Lissa, bunched biceps cramped. Their elbows, jammed hard into the board, felt on the verge of snapping.  The board itself stabbed into their diaphragms as they strained, making them breathe in ragged gasps.  Like they're about to cum, Will thought, and reflexively he pulled back Molly's head again, hard, not to kiss her but just to make her gasp in anticipation.  His eyes roamed across the room.  A dark-skinned ebony goddess stared back.  Her breasts swelled in her white bikini top.  She held his gaze and boldly slid her hand down her belly and under the sari knotted at her hip. 

Everyone had expected this to be quick but now a full minute had passed and the deadlock continued now back at 12:00, both girls trembling.  Lissa had more friends there and they shrieked her name but Denise had fans too and when she surged again with a scream of her own so that her tits did touch Lissa's, nipples on nipples, they erupted.  She bent Lissa slowly, the blonde's arm twisting under the torque, sinking to a forty-five degree angle.  Lissa gasped.  It hurt - it hurt so fucking much.  Her mouth was open in agony. Her breasts swelled and shrank and Denise's nipples covered hers, dented them, pushed them into her.  Another inch, and another, and she couldn't hold on.  Denise slammed her hand down against the board with a shriek of triumph.   

It could have ended there, but it didn't. It changed.  And Will's grin deepened.  It was as if they knew his dark desires.

Denise lifted Lissa's hand and slammed it down again. She leaned back and pulled the blonde girl's arm across the board and forced her hand down to hyperextend her elbow.  She twisted her wrist until she screamed.  Only then did Denise let go.  Her face was a mask of victorious contempt. "Loser bitch!" she shrieked as Lissa clutched at her elbow.  And only then did Denise register the redhead jerking off the very cock she thought she had just won.  Her face twisted into fury. 

"Make them fight for real," Molly moaned.  She was a bitch after Will's own heart. "You make them," he answered, and he gripped her hair hard at the back of her skull and flung her forward into Lissa's back.  The impact drove the edge of the board hard into Denise's midsection.  She staggered back.  Lissa planted her hands against the board and rammed it into Denise again, a line that buckled her across the bottom of her ribcage. 

"Who the fuck are YOU?!" Lissa shrieked at Molly.  In answer , the redhead slapped her, a vicious whipcrack across her mouth. Denise threw the ironing board aside and flung herself forward into both of them.  Molly met her head-on and their tits collided with a savagely erotic clap as they buried their hands in each other's hair, wrenching hard.  They catapulted into the mass of bodies that circled them but the crowd immediately shoved them back into the center, both of them falling to their knees, still locked together.  Snarling, Lissa lunged in and jerked back Denise's head as Molly raked her claws down Denise's breasts, scratching deep. 

The black girl materialized at Will's side, taking Molly's place.  Her name was Keisha. Will pulled her in front of him, flattened his palm on her taut tummy and pushed his fingers beneath her sari and under into her bikini bottoms as Denise dragged Lissa's head down, twisting her neck cruelly, then began to punch her in her face.  Will's fingers squeezed Keisha's clit as Lissa's nose spurted blood across Denise's belly.

"What would you have done?" he growled into the ebony seashell of her ear.  "Gone for her nipples," she moaned, then yelped as his fingers dug deep into her pussy.  She bucked in Will's grip, climaxing hard as Denise's knuckles crunched again into Lissa's nose while Molly dragged back Denise's head.  Will pulled his dripping fingers from her clenched pussy.   "Do it!" He growled and shoved her, sprawling, into the three kneeling girls.

It was madness.  Not a soul in the room moved to stop them. Heat and hormones and alcohol and the sheer force of Will's dominance had turned them all into bloodthirsty Colosseum spectators.  They roared as Molly crashed into Denise and bore her to the floor and bit her, bit her tits like an animal as Denise screamed and beat at her head.  They stomped the floor as Keisha grabbed Lissa's wrists and headbutted her in her already bloodied face. 

Spring break is where inhibitions are discarded like empty solo cups, where people desperately preen for attention, where civilization is forgotten, where lust boils over into something more.

[Drake8]

Come on man. Where's your limit? you are a genius

[Jillian]

Take a bow, BCW, this is so good (as are all your stories). 

Hoping you decide to write another chapter.

[bcw8]

The clever combatant looks to the effect of combined energy.

We cannot enter into alliances until we are acquainted with the designs of our neighbors.

- Sun Tzu, The Art of War

They all had seen each other during the week.  Beautiful girls always look for other beautiful girls.  At times, they do this because they want to be friends, even if just for show to flaunt their attractiveness, or to achieve some temporary goal.  These alliances are illusory and fleeting, because their nature is to compete. 

Yes, Denise had seen Lissa, seen her with Will - that envy was the impetus for her seduction of him the very next day.  Keisha had marked Molly on day one, and had since then nursed her instant loathing of the sleek-bodied auburn-tressed spitfire; so when Molly moved on Will her temper flared.  And why did Molly first reach for Will's cock?  Because Denise had bragged to a beach gathering of how she'd had him, how he'd choked her with it down her throat.

Chaos finds order through alliances. 

Keisha left Lissa dazed and limp on the floor.  Her surgically bobbed nose was broken.  Her breasts were streaked with its blood like a Pollack canvas, rising and falling in ragged hitches, her sinus filling until she convulsively coughed and rolled onto her side.   

Keisha's hands twisted into Molly's hair. The redhead's teeth were still embedded in Denise's flesh as her head was dragged back, and so she dragged the breast with her like a leopard lifting its kill.  Screaming, Denise stabbed her hand under Molly's jaw, into her throat.  The redhead let go, her teeth bared in a snarl. Keisha released her hair and pulled both of her arms back, arching her spine like a longbow.   

Denise attacked Molly's body like a cat at a scratching post. Her lacquered nails cut deep into the redhead's breasts, tearing ragged, livid rows like a plow in soft earth.  Molly struggled mightily, but Keisha had her.  Denise clawed her ribs, her belly, then returned to her tits, raking sideways across them. 

"Cut her fuckin' nipples!" Keisha grated through clenched teeth.  She knew what Will wanted and the way he had so easily forced her to climax made her wild to please him.  He grinned at her words and she ached to have him. Denise obliged and Molly's screams were desperate and deafening as the brunette carefully dug the blades of her thumbs into her engorged cherries. Keisha jerked Molly's arms further, bringing her wrists together. Denise's hands flexed as she forced her thumbs inward.  A thin trickle of blood oozed from the pits she made in Molly's titmeat. 

"My turn," Keisha gasped, but Denise shook her head and crushed sadistically deeper into Molly's breasts. "She bit my tits!" Denise snarled.  Will stepped to Denise and slid his cock through her hair and across her cheek as she took her revenge on Molly and Keisha burned with fury to see it.  The design of her neighbor.  She released Molly's wrists and gripped her auburn hair at her scalp and drove her head forward like a wrecking ball into Denise's face. 

The three white girls lay stretched on the floor as Keisha on her knees took Will's cock in her mouth.  The berserking crowd chanted, counting his thrusts as he gripped her thick dark hair and fucked her mouth with hard deep strokes that caused her tits to sway and slap together according to his rhythm.  He could have warned her when the other stirred, but no ... it was more interesting to see a new alliance form. He pushed Keisha's head back to pull himself free of teeth and watched her surprised face in the split second before Lissa wrapped a discarded bikini top around her throat and twisted it like a tourniquet. 

Molly, too, her nipples raw and oozing.  She drove her fist into Keisha's belly with primal fury then ripped aside her bikini bottom and sank her nails into the gleaming pink of her pussy.  Keisha's face was tilted up as Lissa strangled her, the blonde girl grinning down at her as her dark body shuddered.  Molly's fingers invaded Keisha; deeper than Will had gone and with knives deployed.  She mercilessly raked the spongy tissue of the black girl's g-spot, harrowing the hyper-sensitive nerves that lay there. 

Keisha clawed at the garrote cutting into her throat.  She swung wildly, blindly, at both white girls but they evaded the blows.  Molly had four fingers in her and a thumbnail in her clit.  Lissa pulled her head back further and held her noose with one hand and began to punch her breasts with the other, heavy, downward blows with knuckles twisting into the soft tissue of her teacup saucer nipples.  Keisha's body was strong and lithe but they were breaking her.  Molly was savaging her vagina and now lifted her free hand into the underside of one dark breast, crushing it.  Lissa bent her face down as if to kiss Keisha and bit her instead, her full lips, her regal cheekbone. 

And now Denise rose to her feet. 

"Pick her up.  Hold her arms." She snarled the words through bloody lips.  Molly and Lissa did, but not from obedience.  The effect of combined energy.

Keisha dragged gulps of oxygen into her starved lungs.  Denise didn't let it stay.  Her fist sank deep into Keisha's belly.  The black girl sagged but Molly and Lissa bore her weight.  Denise hit her again, and again, careful, measured, heavy blows into her stomach.  Bloody drool dripped from Keisha's lips.  She moaned like a dying animal.  Her head hung forward, the bikini top still around her throat, as Denise destroyed her abs, turning the muscle into jelly, spearing her ovaries with punch after punch. 

"He won't touch you again, bitch," Denise whispered to her pain-slack face.  "And I'll wipe your stink off his fingers and his cock."  Molly and Lissa held Keisha's arms in crucifixion pose for Denise's final, cruelest gutting, then simply let her fall.  Last in, first out.  No longer empowered by unspoken racial identity, the three white girls were momentarily frozen, eyes shifting, minds working. 

What alliance can be forged in mutual hate? The strong against the stronger, of course.

Molly and Lissa turned on Denise, who nodded and smirked as they separated and began to circle her.   The crowd subsided momentarily as Keisha's friends dragged her unconscious body from the field.

"She humiliated you, Lissa.  She saw me with you and she took me.  Then she showed everyone here that you're weaker than her."  Will's voice was low and mocking.   "Your tits, Molly, your beautiful tits.  She carved your cherry nipples like you are nothing."  He goaded them, the steady drip of his words like oil spattering into a glowing hot skillet.  He fed them fuel for their fury.

From behind, Lissa kicked Denise in the back of her leg, in her hamstring.  Denise staggered but didn't fall.  Molly darted forward with a fist that ripped through her breast from inside curve to outside, twisting her at her waist.  Lissa dove a knee into her spine.  Denise cried out and fell to her knees and her two enemies swarmed her, both of them viciously hitting her, her face and breasts and back and belly.  When Denise slumped to the floor, Lissa left Molly to strip her bikini bottom off as she retrieved the ironing board and set it back on its sturdy legs. 

Together they lifted Denise onto it, like a body onto a gurney.  Her legs and arms dangled off the sides, her pussy flagrantly displayed, her bruised and bitten tits slumped outward.  Her head hung off the end, her thick brown hair like a curtain halfway to the floor.  Her enemies paused, breathing hard, and gazed at her, the tableau of suffering they had created. She stirred, and moaned, and again they fell on her like raptors plunging from the sky, like vampires awakening to feed, like goddesses claiming the sacrifice laid on the altar.   Her body shuddered and jerked as they did their worst, as they hit and clawed and bit until she went limp.

When at last the board collapsed and spilled Denise's unconscious form at Will's feet, Molly and Lissa lifted mad eyes to each other.  Their mouths were red with blood.  Their hands ached and flexed. 

Spring break is not the real world; it is a bubble of fantasy, a temporary reprieve from the real world.  A time to do things that you never imagined possible. 

"Well?" Will asked them.  "What are you waiting for?"  He spread his hands and clapped them together as they obeyed him and flung themselves together, a brutal collision of their young bodies as primitive as the sun and sand and sea. 

[Rocko23]

This is wonderful- go Molly!

[bcw8]

Final segment (and full story) posted at https://www.deviantart.com/bcw8/posts

[bcw8]