Chapter Four

 

Journee was too weak, and her arms were pinned.  She felt so helpless and so in need of air.  And so hot.  The day was hot, the sun was hot, the struggle was hot, and her ass cheeks were still hot from those spanks.

And the situation?

It was hot, too.

It became all the hotter when Rhone also pressed in against her.  Journee felt her breasts pressed by two pairs of larger breasts.  They were big ones that stuck far out.  They were good for poking other breasts, apparently!

Was it just her, or was it getting super hot out here in the sunbaked pool?

Rhone said, “Yes, Pindpo, you do this mouth to mouth so well.  I also do my part.  I hear drowning people struggle too much.  Make the situation worse.  So I keep her body from escaping your treatment.”

Yes, well, Rhone was succeeding all too well!

Journee knew she couldn’t fight one of them, let alone both.  But she might at least escape one of them.  But not both.

She was helpless. 

She was in their hands. 

They had her.

What were they going to do with her?

This kissing thing Pindpo was doing.  It wasn’t the worst thing in the world.  It made Journee intensely uncomfortable and unable to catch her breath, but it wasn’t so bad.

Pindpo firmly twisted her lips back and forth, maintaining a tight lock on Journee’s mouth.  Journee wasn’t getting any air that way unless she sucked it out of Pindpo’s lungs. 

Journee breathed as fast and as hard as she could through her nose.  Pindpo’s nose, as she twisted her mouth, kept swiping across Journee’s nose, momentarily squashing Journee’s nostrils closed.  Again and again.  It interfered with Journee’s breathing.

Pindpo’s tongue shot in and out of Journee’s mouth.  The tip of her tongue poked like a tongue spear at Journee’s tongue, inner cheeks, and the roof of her mouth.  It was an aggressive French kiss.

Belatedly, Journee fully realized this was a kiss.  It sure as hell wasn’t CPR.  It was a deep long extended French kiss.  Like it or not, that was what it was.

Luckily… she couldn’t say she hated it….

It was just so unfair, though!  She hadn’t asked for a kiss, nor would she ever ask for one from a girl.  Or verbally accept one.  Not from them.  And they hadn’t asked her either. 

They should have asked or waited for her to ask.  Of course, then, no kiss ever would have happened.  She guessed this was a good strategy for them.  It sure was successful.  For them.

It sure felt… intense… and good… to Journee.  But all wrong!  And so unfair!

Rhone said, “Pindpo, I seek to also do my part.  I understand drowning victims should not have more water entering their body.  Very bad.  Water, of course, is what causes drowning.  There are some other ways for water to enter a body.  You are taking care of the victim’s mouth.  Good job, Pindpo!  Now I will join you in doing a good job.”

What was Rhone talking about?  Join Pindpo?  There was no room for Rhone’s mouth on Journee’s mouth.

Pindpo sure had a nice seal on her mouth.  Journee did not want Rhone to ruin Pindpo’s “good job.”  Rhone needed to leave Pindpo’s “good job” alone!

Everything was so precarious right then, yet it was some kind of just-right equilibrium.

Journee did not want what was happening to stop.  But she sure did not want it to continue!  Or, oh no, progress?  No!  She was anti-progress, for sure!

Rhone had a different viewpoint.

And Rhone had a different goal than Journee’s mouth.

Journee felt it.  It made her squeal and splash and she tried to rise up out of the water like a dolphin wriggling above the surface.

Rhone’s hand was between her legs!

Rhone’s hand was on Journee’s pussy!

Rhone’s fingers, two of them, slid up into Journee’s pussy!

Oh, this was bad!

This was so bad….

How could she save herself?

She couldn’t.

Who would save her?

If Deja came back?  No, Deja was too weakwilled.  Besides, if Deja came back, she’d have Zurica with her, and Zurica scared Journee.  Zurica was for sure a lesbian and looked super strong and was insistently demanding, even more than these two girls who were demanding the hell out her right then.

Her mom?

God forbid her mom saw her like this, with the fingers of one African lesbian up her pussy while another one Frenched Journee.

Mom would be upset, but she’d be upset with all three of them.  Journee most of all because Journee was her daughter. 

Good luck telling Mom it wasn’t her idea.  She was naked.  Mom would know, at the least, that Journee must have willingly entered the pool naked.

Rhone thrust her fingers in and out of Journee’s pussy.  Journee felt so wet.  That was because of the pool water, right?  She wasn’t aroused!  She couldn’t be!  Not like this!

That was just pool water.  But why did she feel so loose and open?  Wow, pool water sure was a good lubricant.  Rhone’s fingers were flying.

Journee felt like Pindpo’s tongue speared her up top while Rhone’s fingers speared into her down low.  She was getting attacked!  By Africans with spears!

Lesbians Africans….

They were, right?  They must be.  This was no CPR rescue.  This was no visit to the gynecologist.  This was sex! 

Sex + only women involved = lesbian!

It was simple math.  Journee did not like the sum of this math problem.

Actually… she sort of did like it.  Whoa, this was so not like her.  She was the one who called the shots.  (… with boys.)  She was the one who determined what did and did not happen, what she would or would not do.  (… with boys.)

Her sexual decision-making was as out the window as Rhone’s fingers were far up her pussy.

Journee felt herself wilting backward.  Her back was against the pool’s edge, and she was half out of the water.  As she wilted, she knew her position became ever more helpless and it pushed her pussy into Rhone’s fingers fingerfucking her.  Rhone’s knuckles bumped and rubbed on Journee’s clitoral hood.

This was too much!

But she had a feeling of need, of not enough.  It was both too much and not enough.

Uh-oh.

Oh-no. 

She knew that feeling!  She recognized it from the rare times boys got her close to orgasm. 

If this kept up, she was going to orgasm!

Did she want to orgasm?  Stupid question.  Everyone wants to orgasm.  Her body wanted it.  But she knew this was the wrong place and time and, most of all, the wrong lovers.  Plural.  More than one.  And it was two women, not two guys!

She absolutely knew she’d regret this.

But then she knew she wouldn’t have to.  She had no choice in this.  She was helpless. 

So…

… she may as well.

And she couldn’t stop it anyway.

Journee’s head was so far back she felt the skin of her throat stretching tight.  She felt Pindpo’s tongue digging deep into her mouth.  Pindpo’s tongue was so very long.  It tickled the top of Journee’s throat.

She felt Rhone add a third finger and ram all three into her pussy over and over.  Rhone squirmed her other hand between their bodies and pressed fingers against the top of Journee’s slit.  She pressed and released again and again and each press inflicted a pulse of pleasure pressure on Journee’s clitoris.  All while just below those fingers, other fingers fucked into Journee.

It was irresistible.

Journee orgasmed.  Her thrashing would have been wild, but her body was pinned.  Something about the pressing female weight on her lifted her orgasm higher. 

Her orgasmic cries would have been loud, but they went right into Pindpo’s mouth, and it seemed like Pindpo swallowed them down.