Chapter Five
In less than a minute, it was over.
They’d lifted her up and set her on the side of the pool. She didn’t even remember that part.
Wow. Just wow.
She’d never had lesbian sex, and now she’d had lesbian sex with two lesbians!
She’d never had interracial sex, and now she’d had it with two people! Wait, was it interracial, or was it international? Both?
She felt some energy return. And some self-awareness. Which brought concern. She couldn’t lay out here like this, naked. Her mom might come back at any time!
She sat up.
Rhone and Pindpo were standing next to each other out of the pool and were looking at her.
Rhone said, “Look, she lives. We have saved her.”
Pindpo agreed, “Yes, we have saved her. American, please know Rambikkun custom. When someone saves someone else, the person saved owes all their life to them and must serve and obey them in all things, all times, and all ways.”
Rhone said, “It is good we two are good at sharing. We will not fight over you and pull you apart, snapping you like a chicken wishbone. The wish is already granted us. Plenty of American for both of us.”
Journee was having none of that! It sounded like a fate worse than death anyway. A lifetime as a slave to a pair of African lesbians? No, thank you!
She stood up, “Yeah, well, as if. You guys did not save me. You-you took advantage of me!”
Pindpo said, “I breathed life into you.”
Rhone said, “Do not be ungrateful, American. We save you and, plus, added bonus, gave you orgasm just to make sure you breathe right. We had to make you breathe heavily to make sure. What is so hard to understand? What is big deal? So, you will serve us and obey us always in all things. No problem. You will like it.”
“I will not. I mean, I won’t do it.”
They were coming closer.
They wouldn’t. Would they?
They grabbed her and forcibly guided her right back onto her back next to the pool.
She didn’t put up a fight. She was worn out. She knew she couldn’t win. And there was something else, another reason barely within reach of her thoughts.
She wanted to go along with whatever they intended? Even though she didn’t know what it was? Why would she feel that way?
She felt willing. Just overall willing, up for anything. And aroused at the same time. Those feelings blended to make her feel ever so slutty.
She didn’t know what they intended. She was pretty sure she didn’t know what they intended. She must not have. Otherwise, why did she let them do it?
She sure knew she felt helpless on her back, so much more helpless than when she was standing.
She let them put her in this position.
They could probably do anything to her.
Rhone hopped on Journee’s shoulders, facing Journee’s head. Journee got way too close a look at Rhone’s pussy.
But then she got a much closer look!
Rhone shifted forward. Journee saw her pussy fate approaching. She didn’t believe it, not really, but she still struggled, just in case. But she couldn’t seem to struggle well enough as she made no progress in escaping.
Perhaps because Pindpo held her hips down there and pressed her body weight onto Journee’s legs?
Wait, what all was Pindpo doing down there? Journee felt… something.
Her attention was torn between the approaching pussy and her own pussy, feeling something wet and hot on it.
Should she cry out for help?
No time. She did not dare to open her mouth.
Rhone pressed her pussy onto Journee’s tightly closed mouth.
No way! This wasn’t happening! It couldn’t be! And, if it was, she was not going to open her mouth! No way!
Rhone slowly rolled her pussy on Journee’s face. She didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Journee looked past her black pubic hair, upwards across Rhone’s torso, and saw Rhone wearing a sedately confident smile.
Was Rhone saying, without words, that she’d just keep riding Journee’s face until Journee licked her? Was she?
Well, thought Journee, we’ll just see about that!
But, damn, did she want this pussy pressed to her mouth all day?
There sure was another mouth pressed to another pussy, but, unlike Journee’s mouth, it was open, and the owner of that mouth had her tongue exploring away.
That naughty Pindpo! She was so taking advantage of Journee.
Journee wondered. Was this how they did things around here? They just went for whatever they wanted and didn’t take no for an answer? Wait, had Journee ever even said no? She thought she hadn’t. Well then, they went for what they wanted and didn’t even give you a chance to say no!
Journee so resented that way of doing things. And, grudgingly, she respected it also. Obviously, it worked wonders for Rhone and Pindpo. Now they could brag to all their African friends, hell, maybe even their families, if this kind of behavior was encouraged, that they’d gotten some American pussy.
Rhone could brag that she’d fingered the American to an orgasm.
Pindpo could brag that she licked the American to an orgasm. Yes, that’s right. Journee could feel it. Another orgasm was on the way. It was swelling in potential power.
The question was… would Rhone also get to accurately brag that she’d gotten the American to lick her pussy?
Journee nose-sighed. It sure was getting hot down here between Rhone’s slim muscular black thighs. Everything was slick with sweat… or whatever….
What Pindpo was doing made it so hard for Journee to keep hold of her anger or keep track of her determination to resist.
Goddammit.
Fine. Just this once!
Journee licked.
It wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t good, but not that bad.
She licked again. There wasn’t a lot of room to put her mouth to use.
Rhone agreed, “Pindpo, the American lick me. I will rise up on my knees. Look between my legs and see this American. She licks!”
Well, good for Rhone. That native bitch!
Rhone rose up. Journee also looked between her legs and saw the top half of Pindpo’s head. She had a mouth lock on Journee’s pussy, and her tongue was spearing deep. Pindpo gave oral the same way she kissed!
Journee saw that Pindpo was watching, as suggested by Rhone.
Now would be a good time to not lick and make Rhone look like a liar.
Now would also be a good time to lick and make this arrogant African girl gain status with her friend. If that was what Journee thought was best.
But why would she? Why did she have that urge to do it and make Rhone look good as Pindpo looked at Journee doing it?
Maybe… if Rhone was somehow going to be in charge of Journee and Journee had to serve her, then maybe she should go ahead and get started earning points to gain favor with this insistent take-advantage African.
A sexual favor to gain favor….
No! It made no fucking sense! There was no way she’d serve and obey them for the rest of her life!
Journee was conflicted. They were both such pushy take-advantage bitches!
But if she didn’t do it, Rhone would just sit on her face again.
Journee’s mouth, for some reason, was salivating and finding new appreciation of the flavor of Rhone already in her mouth from her first licks. Rhone’s flavor sure tasted foreign. Like a new food. She couldn’t decide if she liked it or hated it. It was a mushroomy salty tangy… something.
Her mouth seemed to think it needed another taste, or maybe quite few, to help solve the mystery of whether the taste was good or bad.
Damn, her mouth was already halfway up and returning to that pussy.
She never gave her mouth permission to do that!
Journee stopped herself.
For a long second.
Is this what she wanted? No, and yes. Yes and no.
Well….
This was their country….
She was a guest here….
Rhone had “saved her life”….
Local custom then dictated Journee had to do whatever Rhone, and Pindpo, wanted. All the time and every time. That was what they told her.
It was extremely obvious what Rhone wanted.
What they wanted… almost seemed more important than what she wanted….
Well, two against one. The happiness of two was more important than the happiness of one.
Would doing it make two people happy… or three?
The battle inside Journee stopped. One side won. The other side retreated.
Journee strained her neck upward and licked Rhone’s pussy. She was highly conscious Rhone looking down at her watching her compliance and of Pindpo looking up her body and also watching. And she was ever so aware of Pindpo’s active tongue!
Journee licked and licked and licked some more. Once she started, she did not want to stop.
Rhone rubbed it in, “The stupid American knows now to please her superiors. This one comes to know her place, which is far below us. This one will understand her function, which is to please us and all her betters.”
Journee knew none of that was true. But she did keep licking pussy.
Journee was determined that none of what Rhone said would come true. But she kept licking. Maybe she licked more avidly.
She was… sort of getting into it. Well, her tongue was certainly into it, into Rhone’s pussy, so… why not?
Journee’s neck strained and weakened as she licked. It was cramping her licking style. Good thing Rhone reached down and cupped Journee’s head in both hands. Journee guessed that was a good thing. Maybe or maybe not. It made pussy licking easier, but it also kept her from quitting.
The other negative was that her face was in the same circumstance, trapped and pussy pushed, as it would be if she hadn’t licked at all. She’d licked for nothing!
But she didn’t stop now. She felt she should finish what she started, even if it was Rhone who made her start.
Rhone’s strong slim legs crushed at Journee’s head, and Rhone’s hands pulled Journee tight against Rhone’s tight wet pussy.
It made Journee feel all the more trapped. It was nearly a suffocating feeling. She could never quite get enough air. Rhone legs pressed to her cheeks and Rhone’s hands pressed up on the back of her head, and Journee’s mouth pressed to Rhone’s sex. And Journee’s nose pressed against Rhone’s mons pubis.
It was the pressure equal to surround sound. There was no escape.
All she could do was try her best to please this harsh young African woman.
Who was she kidding about not being able to escape now, like this? There was no escaping these two with or without Rhone’s hands on her head and thighs pressed to her cheeks like she was trying to crack Journee’s head like a giant nut.
With what Pindpo was doing down there with her mouth… Journee did not even want to escape. Not anymore.
She was into it now. She wanted this. All of a sudden, she felt like she might beg them to stay if they tried to leave her.
She might beg them to tell her what to do if they stopped now.
Just tell her. She’d do it. She’d prove it right now with her mouth.
See – feel – how obedient she was?
Journee heard a muffled moaning and realized it was coming from her. Oh, the things Pindpo’s mouth and tongue did to her. Pindpo’s tongue was so long. She kept sliding it in and up, pressing against the top of Journee’s vagina and against her G spot. Then Pindpo dragged the tongue back into her mouth while maintaining the upward pressure.
Her tongue was so long!
Her tongue was so strong!
Rhone said, “I can tell. American likes my pussy. American become so eager to please Rhone. American is our slave!”
What? “Slave?”
No.
Where did Rhone get such ideas?
Journee licked harder. She stretched her tongue deeper. She pressed her nose into Rhone’s pubic hair. She didn’t mind smelling Rhone as she took deep air intakes through her nose. It wasn’t a good or a bad smell and yet she loved it.
She’d rather breathe air in through Rhone’s pubic hair than breathe the purest mountaintop air in the world!
Rhone said, “We will give her many hours and many days of this. She will be so good at serving superior pussy. We will keep her mouth busy on pussy all day, every day. She will spend more time licking more pussy than time she spend doing anything else. More hours than she sleeps. Maybe we will show her mother, the American ambassador, her new pussy licking skills. Make her American mother so proud!”
Ah, no….
That was not a good idea, Rhone!
Mom would not get this. She would not be understanding. She would be so shocked!
Moms just did not get their youngest daughters having a menage a trois with two African lesbians. They didn’t! And all moms were against slavery for their daughters. Any decent mother!
Not that Journee was their slave. She knew Rhone was joking. If not, then Rhone would be in for a rude surprise. No “white savage” lesbian slave for her!
Rhone actually thought Journee’s mom might be proud of her pussy licking?
It would not work that way. Journee didn’t think her mom would be quite ashamed of her. Her mom was a free thinker and open-minded to some extent. But Mom would not be “proud.”
Oh, and Mom must never know about this!
Shit, would Mom see this in person? How soon before Mom came home? She’d left early in the day, and it was after lunch now.
Pindpo’s mouth worked her magic, and Journee began to lose it. Her muscles fired randomly, making her body try to flop around. Her legs kicked, and at one point, it looked like she was trying to ride a bicycle while on her back.
She orgasmed!
Rhone felt the orgasm, felt Journee lose control of her tongue and stretch her mouth wide in a silent orgasm yell, and Rhone crowed, “You did it, Pindpo! Slutty American slave has another orgasm!”
Rhone abruptly released her hold on Journee’s head. Journee wasn’t ready for that, and her head smacked back onto the stone surface under her. She was already seeing stars from her orgasm, and now the stars tripled in number.
Rhone proclaimed, “I will ride this American face to orgasm!”
Then Rhone sat hard on Journee’s face. More stars.
Rhone wiped her pussy all over Journee’s face and then actively face fucked her, bouncing her pussy down hard with each thrust. Journee’s head had no escape. The cement under it had no give, and she could not turn her face to either side.
Journee’s orgasm just began to slacken as Rhone whooped a cry of victory and orgasmed on Journee’s face.
Journee was shocked when a flood of fruit-smelling juices squirted from Rhone’s pussy and soaked Journee’s face and hair.
“Drink, American slut! Drink my superior essence!”
Journee had a hard time with that but at least managed to keep her mouth open and swallowed often enough to avoid drowning.