To the Victor Belongs the Spoils

By Candace Apples

This is why alpha-males are alpha males. They say nice guys finish last, and in this case, the 'nice guy' is laying unconscious on the floor, against the wall, bleeding from his nose and his mouth. He has a few broken bones which may heal properly if he's lucky, if someone decides to call an ambulance.

It's a shame, because it wasn't even a fair fight. Derek dominated him from the beginning, taunting and teasing, bragging about his superior cock. The girls loved it, and Derek knew they did. Finally, he just began wailing on the wimp, lefts and rights, across the face and in the gut. The wimp was screaming for help, but the girls just looked on and giggled, clearly enraptured by this display of brute strength.

In fact, they even egged Derek on a bit.

"Hit him again! Keep at it!" they managed between giggles, removing their tops. They were so aroused they could barely stand it. They had never been lesbians before, but they couldn't help themselves, there was just so much sexual energy in the room.

Finally, the fight was finished. Derek stood triumphant, giving his victim was last kick in the ribs. The girls slithered over to him on all-fours, like animals, like pets, dripping saliva and pussy juice, craving that alpha-cock like it contained the antidote, and maybe it did.