Chapter Three
So, they went swimming. Rhone and Pindpo went to the pool, and Journee said she’d be right there. She changed into her one-piece suit.
She had a surprise when she went out back to the pool area.
Rhone and Pindpo were naked in the pool! Their wood bead skirts and brightly colored chest wraps lay on the cement next to the pool.
She hesitated.
Rhone, who seemed to be the leader of the two Rambikkuns, said, “American, why are you wearing that cloth on your body?”
“To go swimming.”
“Are you ashamed of your body?”
“No.”
“Are you concealing an ailment or physical flaw?”
Journee frowned, “No.”
“Then take it off.”
“I’m not—”
“You are a guest in Rambikku. You are inferior, and I am superior. You will take it off.”
Rhone and Pindpo swam placidly, kicking their feet. They did not appear to be concerned that Journee would refuse.
Fuck.
She was down to her zero-piece suit. Her birthday suit.
Journee quickly got into the pool, not that it helped much. The water was crystal clear.
It turned out they’d watched her carefully. One area in particular.
Pindpo said, “I think the American’s pussy is quite appealing.”
Rhone said grudgingly, “Yes, I suppose, but still inferior to ours.”
“Of course,” Pindpo readily agreed.
Journee felt extremely uncomfortable. Hey, not everyone liked having judgy foreign probable lesbians visually examine their pussies.
Now all three of them were nude in the pool. Journee mentally scoffed at the term nude. Those two were nude. She felt naked.
They swam for a bit. She heard them talking in their native tongue while looking at her.
That probably was not good….
They approached and nearly flanked her.
They were up to something!
Rhone yelled something in her native tongue. Journee asked what it meant.
Pindpo said, “It mean… your words for it like… it mean ‘splash fight.’”
Then Rhone, using her arms, churned a load of water at Journee. Journee had no time to react. The swell of water crashed against her face and shoulders.
Pindpo joined in. They both splashed at Journee. The water torrents pounded against Journee’s face, neck, shoulders, and back. She turned but when she did, one swam around and churned water at her from that side. She spun and twisted, but they accurately adjusted their waves of water.
Journee made it to the side of the pool. They kept splashing at her while she sputtered.
She started crawling out of the pool. She levered up on her elbows and dragged her body up. Her ass rose out of the water. There was no helping it.
Rhone called, “No fair leaving pool!”
Pindpo agreed, “Cheat! You cheat!”
Journee had never agreed to play this game in the first place! She could barely breathe!
Shockingly, she felt painful swats to her rear end.
They were spanking her! Each one targeted a different ass cheek. The spanks rained down faster than Journee could count.
She gasped for air from the splashing and gasped for air from the pain. She knew she had to get away from them, but she felt so weak. She hung there, pelvis and ass out of the water, her chest on the cement, scrabbling with her hands, trying to gain purchase.
The spanks rained down.
The pain of the spanks and the humiliation added the strength of urgency to Journee’s movements. She made some progress, but then one of them grabbed an ankle and pulled her back.
Her ass was a sitting duck! Or an up-in-the-air ass duck….
Spanks rained down.
Journee made an oohing sound of pain and frustration and dismay.
The two of them laughed and laughed and spoke excitedly in their language.
Journee felt too panicked to feel much pain. She had an overpowering need to escape but no ability to make it happen.
She just couldn’t get a good enough grip….
But then another hand got a grip on her instead. Around her other ankle. The two hands together pulled her back into the pool.
They had her! No escape!
It was almost a relief for her burning ass to plunge into the relatively cool water, but she knew she was going in the wrong direction. She wanted to get away, and that wasn’t working out for her.
She grabbed onto the cement edge of the pool, but they were much stronger than her. They kept dragging her until her grip gave way and she fell into the water stretched out and facedown.
She briefly plunged down in the water, needing air more than ever now after the struggle and the shock of spank pain. She needed air and wasn’t getting any! She felt panic.
She got her feet on the floor of the pool and pushed her head above the surface. She whipped her head back and forth, spraying water from her red hair.
She sucked in air. Mercifully, they did not splash her anymore. But each one grabbed an arm and pulled her back to the edge of the pool.
They were… helping her?
Ah, no.
They spun her around and pressed her back against the rounded cement edge of the pool.
They pinned her arms straight out and pressed their naked bodies against them. Her arms were caught between a nude African body and the cement. She was helpless, and the arm outward position made it harder to breathe. Like being crucified in a swimming pool.
Jesus!
Maybe that was a poor choice of internal exclamation, considering….
Rhone said, in English, so she must want Journee to understand her words, “Pindpo, I think she needs the help to breathe. Do you know this technique?”
“I have no idea, Rhone!”
“Good time then to practice. I saw video. They practice on dummy. This one so stupid, like dummy, so you can also practice on dummy. Do it.”
And then… she did it!
Journee didn’t close her mouth in time because she hadn’t thought they’d really do it, and she needed air so badly. Pindpo pressed her muscular lips against Journee’s lips.
She wasn’t even blowing any air!
Pindpo’s mouth blocked air!
It was less than helpful. It made Journee even more breathless.
And not only due to lack of air….
Journee was suddenly intensely aware that two naked black foreigners (probable lesbians!) were pressing their nude bodies against Journee’s naked body!
And one of them, let’s face it, was kissing her!
If there was ever any doubt of that, all doubt was removed as Pingpo’s tongue slid on the top of Journee’s tongue and then slid like a snake into the depths of Journee’s mouth.
This African chick… was French kissing her!