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.
