A hybrid true story and fantasy.
TRUE STORY
Keep in mind that all this evolved in front of the kids. And appropriately just a week after Mother's Day.
I was at a friend’s apartment complex, and we went to the pool. There was already a group of 4 girls, 2 guys, and a few kids there. I apologize for being judgmental, but the only way to describe it is that these folks were from the “other side of the tracks.” Only one of them, a guy, lived in the complex, and the rest were visitors.
I’ll make up names for them to tell the story. Brenda was blonde, fairly thick, maybe 30, had what looked like a 12 year old girl and 10 year old boy. She was a Marlboro Light smoker, the least attractive, and played the “mother hen” of the group.
Angel, was tiny, tiny, tiny. Maybe 5’2” and 90 lbs? Incredibly small, brunette, no chest at all, great ass and legs, looked to be no older than 18-20. Amazingly, she was the mother of a 3 year old son, who was there, and essentially Brenda served as babysitter. Angel was a Newport King smoker. She had an endearing quality of not being able to jump in or dive into the pool without spreading her legs wide open.
Desiree was maybe 23-25. She was curvy, with a wonderful body, full breasts, brunette as well, taller and heavier than Angel, sort of Latina looking. She smoked Marlboro Menthol full flavors.
Karen was the tallest of the 4, maybe 5’6”, but very, very skinny with no chest, like Angel. She was probably 20-21, had long brunette hair, and smoked Marlboro Lights.
I only saw them all drink a few beers, so I don’t know if they were drunk before, high, or if we just got to see their natural personalities, but they were wide open.
Although Angel and Desiree smoked stronger cigarettes, tall, skinny Karen appeared to smoke the most. She rarely was without a Marlboro Light, and had a persistent smoker’s cough.
On that point, Angel and Desiree decided that they would race each other from one end of the pool to the other, under water. Now this is a tiny pool, maybe 10 or 15 yards end to end. Curvy Desiree made it all the way under water and touched the wall. She was gasping as she surfaced, but she made it. Tiny Angel did not. She surfaced a good 5 yards short, coughing badly and struggling to reach the wall on the side. As she tried to recover, one of the guys was laughing at her and said, “Smoker’s cough?”
Tall Karen was in a chair, smoking, when the race took place, and chimed in, “I would never make that under water!”
The girls really got rambunctious after that. All three were wearing very skimpy bikinis, although Desiree’s was more full, probably due to her larger breasts. Desiree and Angel started playfully tussling, and managed to untie each other’s bottoms or tops a couple of times. We got a few quick ass glimpses, but nothing more.
They then turned their attention to Karen, who appeared less energetic, smoking in her chair while the other two ran around pushing each other. They went after her, and Karen tried to stay seated in her chair, but they pulled her up and managed to untie her bikini bottom. We got some beautiful views of Karen before she managed to get the bottom back on. She was careful not to drop her cigarette through it all, dangling it between her lips while she re-clothed.
Desiree and Angel continued to horse around. At one point, Karen got up to get a fresh pack of Marlboro Lights from her purse. She lit up a fresh cigarette and was dangling it again when Desiree and Angel got behind her and shoved her into the pool. In went Karen, with her cigarette between her lips. She surfaced, sputtering, without her smoke. That topic came up and we heard her say, “I still had it between my lips right up until I got my head above water. You two owe me a cigarette!”
Not one to disappoint, as soon as she had sort of dried off, Karen lit up a fresh smoke.
FANTASY
“I’m serious you whores. You owe me a cigarette!” Karen whined. Brenda piped up, “Oh lighten up bitch!” The sniping at each other continued and escalated. Finally Karen made the mistake of uttering a racist comment regarding Desiree’s Latina background and menthol cigarettes, which evidently Karen didn’t like. Desiree went right up to Karen’s chair in a threatening way. Karen leaned back then tried to shove Desiree away. She wasn’t strong enough to get any movement but she did manage to brush her cigarette against Desiree’s leg, near her crotch, burning her.
Desiree screamed, then quickly launched an underhand right which thudded against Karen’s little chest. Karen then gasped, dropped her cigarette and her hands were on her chest. Desiree grabbed Karen by her hair and easily pulled her up out of the chair, throwing her into the pool in almost one motion.
Brenda and Angel quickly mobilized. Brenda jumped in the pool, as did Desiree. They pulled Karen up quickly. Karen was coughing badly and her hands were still trying to protect her bruised chest. Angel sat on the edge of the pool and yelled, “Bring her over here!” Brenda grasped Karen by the throat with both hands and lifted her half in half out of the water. Karen didn’t really fight back, just grabbing Brenda’s hands but not nearly strong enough to fend her off. Brenda walked her over to where Angel was sitting on the edge. Brenda told Angel to put her arm around Karen’s throat and Angel did so. Brenda then told Desiree, “Punish her for burning you.”
Brenda grabbed one of Karen’s painfully thin arms and pulled it out to the side, leaving Karen only one weak arm to try to protect herself. Angel had both of her arms around Karen’s throat, pulling her back in a choke. Desiree launched one punch after another into Karen’s exposed chest and midsection. Karen could barely even register her pain with Angel cutting off her air flow.
Brenda used her free hand to untie Karen’s bikini, which fell into the pool. Desiree then grabbed hold of Karen’s nipples, which were certainly large when compared to her tiny tits. Desiree pulled and twisted those nipples viciously. Karen’s one free hand thrashed about, but Desiree took hold of that and started twisting it with one hand while her other battered Karen’s bare chest with punches.
After a long time of this, Desiree ordered Angel, “Let her go!” Angel released her choke and Karen erupted in a spasm of crying, coughing and gasping. She slumped down, barely able to control herself. Desiree grabbed Karen’s hair and started dunking her. Karen could offer no resistance and just tried to survive. Each time Desiree pulled her up, we could see how beet red her little chest and throat were. At some point, Desiree grew concerned that she truly was going to drown Karen, and stopped the dunking.
She held Karen by the hair and told Brenda and Angel, “Let’s get this slut out of the pool!” Brenda climbed out. Desiree brought Karen to the edge and the sturdy Brenda leaned down and lifted Karen by her armpits out and on to the paved edge. Angel replaced Brenda in the pool.
Karen’s back was now on the pavement and her legs were bent at the knees, her feet dangling in the pool. Brenda expertly wrapped her legs so that they immobilized Karen’s skinny arms and wrapped around her throat. Desiree, still in the pool, positioned herself between Karen’s legs. Angel, from behind Desiree, pinned Karen’s legs against the wall of the pool. Desiree first punched Karen several times right in the crotch. Karen’s whole body spasmed, but both her upper and lower body were trapped.
Desiree then untied Karen’s tiny bikini bottom, exposing her womanhood. Desiree viciously punched and slapped Karen’s nearly bare pussy. Again Karen’s body shook but she could not defend herself as Brenda had her pinned in a chokehold. Desiree started to roughly finger Karen, screaming, “Whore! Slut!”
Finally, the two guys, who evidently were dating Desiree and Angel, stepped in. They rightfully had grown worried. I have to confess that we were so mesmerized by what we were seeing that we had done nothing. The guys, Brenda, Desiree, and Angel, and the three kids, who were by now crying, quickly gathered their stuff and scampered away. We went to help Karen, who was in rough shape. She could not catch her breath and was coughing badly, gasping for air. One of her hands was at her chest and the other was between her legs. We re-tied her bikini bottom and lifted her on to a chaise lounge. It was a little while before she could get words out through her gasping and crying. When she did, she wanted a cigarette. She refused to let us call an ambulance, even though her chest was terribly bruised. I drove her home that night, and was invited in . . .
