BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF MY SISTERS POOL PIT FIGHT by Mr Cage

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Bird?s Eye View of My Sisters? Pool Pit Fight by Mr. Cage

I chose the right parents. My father, Avery Short, is a very successful plaintiff?s lawyer with political connections that stretch all the way back to his grandfather. My mother, Elizabeth Procter Short was a debutant beauty in her youth. Now she is an heiress with a big trust fund and a third interest in the Procter family real estate company. I have four older sisters: Eileen and Maureen, the sixteen year old twins; Dresden, a fifteen year old; and Diana, a fourteen year old. Not so strangely enough, I?m thirteen and am called junior. Mom demanded that they stop having kids after me and my father reluctantly agreed. Even with five kids, Mom is a beautiful firm 36 year old blonde socialite who often graces local society pages. And of course, my sisters are natural blonde beauties.

In keeping with the family tradition my sisters go to the Emily Procter School for Girls, the most expensive and exclusive school in the state. Their trademark red knee high skirt, expensive monogrammed red blazer, white blouse, white socks, shiny black flats, no stockings, light make-up and crystal clear nails look is notorious through the region. Far from hating their uniform the young ladies sport it around after school just to let everyone they meet know who is who. I?m stuck in a similar school for boys. Let?s just say I don?t enjoy it the same way as they do. Also in keeping with family tradition all my sisters play softball, basketball, lacrosse, and soccer. They run track and ride horses. And of course, I hardly need to add they are nasty, evil bitches to everyone they meet other than mom, dad, their rich friends, our important adult relatives, prospective boy hunks and teachers. That still leaves a large population for them to abuse: servants, trades persons, each other, other girls, anyone they consider common and me.

I?m an expert on my sisters since I?ve been sneaking a peek at them and listening in on their conversations for all the last ten years. Eileen and Maureen stand 5?8?? and weigh 124 pounds a piece and have good proper figures for good proper girls: 34B-24-34. Their long light blonde hair hangs in a straight luxurious fall to the top of their heart shaped tight little asses. It?s stilled so that it frames their face in a smooth taper that makes it look that they were born that way. Dresden is our total girl jock. She?s the top softball player in the school even at fifteen. She stands 5?9?? and weighs a 138 muscular pounds. She keeps her hair in a sexy little close cropped face framing style. Her back is broad along with her shoulders and her chest is relatively flat. She measures a fit 36A-25-34. My bitchiest sister, Diana, is the shortest at 5?4?? and weighs about 110 pounds. She styles her like her twin sisters and already has the biggest set of the family almost matching mom at 36C-22-33. Almost all her weight is in her boobs, but she is her team?s fastest and dirtiest soccer player.

Well, after years of sneaking peeks and eavesdropping I scored the big one of all time. Very briefly, I was supposed to a school debate, but our sponsor got sick. I took the private school mini-bus home as usual. Mom and dad were not home and our maid was off that afternoon. Being a rich latchkey kid is not exactly tough when you have door to door service. As my bus pulled up at our gated driveway I noticed four cars parked in our front visitor parking circle. Two were obviously friends from Emily Procter?s school, a black Mercedes convertible and a red Escapade. The others were crap, a station wagon with a rusted, dented body and a five year old Japanese minivan. I could see my twin sister?s car parked in our detached garage.

I walled up to the junks and looked inside. Someone had left a bunch of books, jackets, shoes and socks in neat piles, ten piles to be exact. The jackets were from St. Mary Our Lady of Mercy, the Catholic girls? school that was just outside our exclusive neighborhood. St. Mary?s was one of those grim places that at been revived by attendance from inner city kids with desperate mothers fighting to get them something approximating an education. By a quirk of history, St. Mary?s and Emily Procter played in the same private girls? school city athletic league. The only thing in common between the two schools was a rabid hatred of one another. Procter had tried to have St. Mary removed from the league after a number of short little fights on the courts and playing fields as well as an embarrassing number of losses in the final score. They would have succeeded but a local newspaper picked up the crusade and pitched as a rich versus poor battle. Like most rich liberal establishmentarians they collapsed with the first shove. While the adults associated with the school might be politically correct cowards, the girls were not. Jokes about Our Lady of the Congo and whispered racial slurs during games were common. And whenever a group of green skirted St. Mary?s girls were waiting for a bus on a street corner for the long ride downtown they could count on red skirted Procter girls speeding by in their expensive cars yelling out all manner of nasty things. And when a group of Procter girls got caught outside on the street on foot or in a shopping mall by green skirted St. Mary?s girls they got that and more back.

This did not add up. I entered the front door, stealthily, hoping to eavesdrop, but the house was silent. I scurried around and found no one home. The last place I checked was the kitchen. There I found ten separate piles of jewelry, red blazers, books, shoes and socks. I looked out the back and saw nothing but the big whole in the ground that the contractors had dug last week. My mother was having a new pool put in and the tennis courts moved further back from the house. She was using her own people for construction whenever there was downtime on real paying projects. Apparently they were working this week so all we had was a twenty foot long, kidney shaped, slanted and grated hole in the ground. I opened the door and heard a number of squeals, screams, curses and what sounded like impacts on flesh. I sprinted up three flights of stairs taking them two at a time until I was at the widow?s walk balcony that ran around the backside of the house. From there I crept out on the balcony and looked down into the pool pit.

Oh my God! My dick went hard in a second. I felt like humping the wood. Down below me I saw the most incredible sight in my young life. The pool pit was full of twenty fighting girls. Half of them white in red skirts and the other half black in green skirts. It was a girl gang race war all in one! I suppressed a cheer, bit my hand to make sure I was awake and tried to follow it all.

I don?t know how long the fight had been going, but by the time I was at my perch it was a disorganized tangle of yelling, scratching, biting, kicking, punching, and slapping hellcats. Everyone was barefoot. Most girls were muddy now. Almost everyone had a ripped open blouse. Three white girls were stripped to their fancy bras. One white girl, a very young red head was topless. Two black girls were stripped to their white bras. Two black girls were topless. One black girl was on her face in her panties with Diana standing above her and whipping her with the regulation Procter girl black belt. The girl?s muddy green skirt was under my nasty sister?s foot.

Eileen was in the far corner of the pool pit. Her hair was a muddy mess and her nose was bloody. She had scratches on her face and above her right breast. Muddy hand prints covered both her bra cups. She was exchanging wild face shots with a tall skinny black girl. I figured the black girl must have been 5?11 but she was skinny so it wasn?t a total mismatch. The black girl?s left hand was twisted in a wad of my sister?s long blonde hair and her right fist was smacking Eileen in the face and head again and again. Eileen was striking back with both fists, into the black girl?s face, chest and belly.

Maureen had another black girl down on her knees. Maureen was behind her with her belt around the black girl?s neck. Her muddy white knee was pressing down into the middle of the girl?s shoulders. The trapped girl had grabbed the strangling belt with both hands and was barely managing to breath. Her face was bloody from the nose and mouth. It had obviously been pressed face down in the mud. In fact the front of her body was covered in mud.

Dresden was exchanging right hand fists and left hand belt strokes with a fat black girl. I?d say the black girl was 5?6?? and weighed at least 180 pounds. Dresden was a strong bitch so it looked like the fight was about even. Dresden?s face was scratched and muddy and crisscrossed by belt welts. Her right breast had been exposed when her bra was pushed up. Her muddy white blouse was half off. The fat black girl had lost her bra entirely and Dresden was whipping her doubled over belt across the big bouncing black jugs every chance she got.

The young red head was on her back in the mud crying. Her nose was bloody and her face was streaked with scratches, dotted with bruises and covered with mud. A heavier black girl was sitting on her chest in reverse. The black girl had jerked the red skirt half way around, opened its catches, unzipped it and was in the process of stripping the smaller white girl. As she leaned over to pull the skirt down over the red heads hips one of the other white girls ran over and kicked her in the side of the face with a nasty stomp.

The interloper was tackled from behind by a short black girl. They went down and rolled in the mud, cursing, clawing, punching, kneeing and kicking. First one and then the other rolled on top.

Red hair crawled away from the fallen black girl and finished stripping off her skirt to free her legs. She looked around and found a belt lying in the mud. She picked it up and went back to the black girl who had been kicking her ass. The black girl screamed bloody murder as a full belt swing brought it down across her bare belly. She rolled onto her hands and knee and took a nasty football kick in the ribs. Red jumped on her back and pushed her face in the mud. Holding the head down with her left hand, Red smacked down sharp hard little rights, belt still in hand, down into the back of the trapped girl?s neck.

I saw one of Eileen?s basketball friends, Jackie was all I remember, go down after taking a hard right to the nose. The black girl that downed Jackie was a heavy set six footer a match for Jackie in height, but she had at least thirty pounds of advantage over the white girl. Jackie was one of the few girls without a ripped blouse. The black girl reached down and grabbed the blouse on either side of its pearl white buttons and ripped it open. As the buttons flew the black girl stood up, raised a muddy foot and planted it in the pit of Jackie?s belly. Jackie screamed out and doubled up only to take the next kick in the mouth. About that time the black girl was hit from the side by Maureen?s belt wrapped fist. The black girl fell down stunned. Maureen ripped off the black girl?s blouse stomped on her back, grabbed a thin white bra strap and leaned back using her foot to pin the black girl down. The strap popped. Maureen was ready with her belt. She was yelling something foul (?How?s that feel, Nigger,? I think.) and whipped the girl?s back raw.

About that time a short brunette girl, probably in Dresden?s class lost her skirt and panties to two black girls. The girl?s face was bloody and scratched badly and her back and chest were covered in belt welts. She had been stomped on as well because you could see outlines of muddy footprints on top of the mud that covered most of her body. Another white girl lay close by sobbing into her hands curled up in the fetal position. She still had her ripped blouse and muddy red skirt, but she wasn?t in the fight.

I looked back and saw Eileen on her knees. The tall black girl had left her hand full of Eileen?s totally muddy hair. She had her bloody knee jammed into the side of Eileen?s neck, resting hard on Eileen?s exposed shoulder. Eileen?s bra was popped open in the front and hanging from her shoulders. The tall back girl twisted at the waist and leaned down just enough to smack her curled over fingers of her right fist into Eileen?s rapidly reddening face. It was a weak angle and I wondered how badly it hurt the girl?s hand, but this was a bitch fight, not a martial art?s demonstration. Eileen screamed for help.

Maureen left her victim and smashed into the tall black girl from behind driving her hard into the side of the pit. Eileen crawled off on hands and knees crying. A muddy handful of blonde hair was still tucked in the black girl?s hand. Maureen used the black girl?s tangled mini-afro to smash her face into the muck again and again.

I looked back and saw Jackie on top of the black girl that had been beating her. She had totally wigged out. Jackie was straddling the stripped to the waist black girl punching. The girl was lying on her belly with her head jerked up and back by Jackie?s left hand which had captured four muddy braids. Jackie had wrapped her right fist with her recovered belt and was driving punch after punch into the bigger girl?s face. I thought I could see the exposed eye swelling shut. Jackie was wild, punching again and again.

Dresden stripped down to her small bra and skirt had apparently won her fist and belt fight. Her heavy opponent was curled up in the mud, stripped naked and sobbing. Now Dresden was fighting the two black girls who had stripped the brunette. Dresden held her own with her fist and belt, but then one of the black girls grabbed her. Now it was two on one in close. Dresden lost her bra and suffered a deep bite on one of her arms, but she managed to clout one of the girls on the ear. That girl staggered away holding her ear, leaving Dresden one on one with a smaller opponent.

Eileen was up on her feet and moving toward a black girl who was facing away from her. Danielle, a black headed French girl and friend of Eileen?s, was on her back with her legs pointed up. The black girl was in the process of ripping of tiny white panties leaving the girl?s thick black haired pussy exposed. Eileen stomp kicked the leaning black girl in the center of her green skirted ass sending her flying down across Danielle. The French girl was not out of the fight. She immediately twisted out from under the ambushed black and crawled on top, clawing and biting.

I looked for Diana. She had left her victim totally nude. Now she was trapped against the side of the pit pool by a large black girl. Diana was down to her panties and a belt was wrapped around her neck this time. The bigger black girl was still in her skirt and bra. Diana struggled with the belt, gave up and clawed the black girl?s eyes. The black girl screamed and turned away. Diana, bleeding from the nose and mouth, jumped on her back and wrapped the black girl?s own belt around her neck. I watched her ride the bigger black girl down to the ground choking her viciously all the way. Like I said, I wouldn?t want to fuck with Diana. She?s all bitch.

Maureen left the tall skinner girl that had kicked Eileen?s ass in the mud on her back. Her legs were lying against the side of the pool pit and she was buck-assed necked. Maureen stomped her face a couple of times because the back of her head was pushed down in the mud and her face was covered by my sister?s muddy foot prints.

I did a quick count. Five black girls were crying in the mud, stripped and beaten. Most of them had been done in or at least initially put down by my rich bitch sisters. Four white girls were clearly out of the fight. One had crawled out of the pool and was crying in the grass. My four sisters, Danielle and Jackie faced five black girls. I shouldn?t have been surprised, my sisters fought each other a lot, but when the chips were down they fought as a team.

Two of the black girls decided it was time to leave. They started to run and got taken from behind by Diana and Maureen. Jackie and Danielle double teamed another. Eileen and Dresden started trading punches with the other two. As the fight continued everyone took some damage. Young girl grunts and groans followed each impact of a hard little fist on a tender face or firm young breast. Knees found thighs and crotches. Belts left welts. Nails ripped skin. Teeth bit into enemy flesh. Eyes were scratched. Wads of hair were left in the mud. Clothes were lost.

The nude red head girl pulled herself out of the mud and staggered over to bloody brunette. With her encouragement the brunette got up. They saw the big girl that Jackie had finished off getting up to her hands and knees. The smaller white girls stumbled over to her and started kicking the shit out of her before she could turn and fight back. The fury of the beating was amazing. They weren?t particular where they kicked her at first, but once she was helpless they concentrated on stomping on her big boobs and belly. Seeing the little red head sink her muddy white foot deep in the fat girl?s belly was a sight to behold. When the black girl rolled over they kicked her ass, stomped her kidneys and even tried to use her head for a soccer ball. This was a no mercy bitch fight for sure.

Maureen and Diane finished with the two runners at approximately the same time. They ripped of the stained white panties and flourished them at each other like cowboys in a roping contest. Despite the blood and bruises on their muddy face they were clearly enjoying themselves now. Diane stomped and kicked her downed opponent while Maureen looked around for a belt.

Instead of a belt, Maureen saw another wounded black girl trying to crawl over the edge of the pool. She yelled and plodded through the mud to grab the girl?s hips as she pulled up. A hard tug and the black girl fell cussing into the mud. Her curses changed to cries for help as Maureen started stomping her back down into the muck.

Jackie and Danielle had their girl down. She was still putting up a hell of a fight, but it was two on one and the one was on her back. Danielle ended up sitting on her scratched boobs and choking her out while Jackie punched her in the pussy again and again.

Then suddenly it was over. Eight muddy, bloody, scratched, bruised white girls stood in the mud. One white girl was still on the grass crying and another was in the middle of the mud curled up in a ball. Ten black girls were down and out. I cursed silently. I had been rooting for the poor girls to whip ass and humiliate my proud sisters. Not this time!

Then I got the shock of my life. My four sisters finished stripping and started squatting over the black girl?s faces. They were forcing them to lick their pussies. The other white girls quickly joined in. The two hurt white girls finally got up and joined the fun. After that Dresden started forced the biggest black girl over on her hands and knees and started finger fucking her from behind with her muddy right hand. Eileen went back to the tall girl who had whipped her ass and dragged her out on the grass. Then she got on top of the crying girl and started rubbing her muddy crotch back and forth across the black girl?s curly bush. The black girl squirmed and pleaded, but my sister wouldn?t stop until the black girl climaxed. Then Eileen lifted the girl?s leg up to her shoulder and put her blonde pussy firmly against the black pussy and started to jerk her hips back and forth riding to a climax on her victim. The French girl finished off one of her victims with a full fledged fist fucking. The black girl screamed and writhed, but the French girl didn?t stop until she forced a shattering orgasm. The ruthless domination continued for a full thirty minutes until the rich girls were sated.

They gathered up the shreds of their clothes and washed off the mud using a hose. The battered black girls crawled out of the pit in ones and twos trying to use parts of their clothing to cover themselves. They sobbed and cried as they staggered to their two cars. My sisters and their friends didn?t make it any easier by calling them black pussies and promising to whip their asses if they ever set foot off St. Mary?s again. It was a total humiliation. I quickly crawled off my perch and disappeared into one of my hiding places in my sister?s rooms.

The laughing girls eventually came into the room after group showers. They set around in their towels checking wounds and reassuring one another that it would heal. Maureen suggested that Eileen needed a new hair style to cover the two large wads that had been ripped out. I couldn?t believe how many bruises and scratches they had. Everybody had been hurt badly. Noses were swollen, lips were split, faces had been clawed, shoulders, arms and legs bruised and bitten. Three of the girls had deep bite marks on their boobs. Dresden was careful to kiss each one. Then to my final pleasure they begin to kiss and fondle each other in a victory orgy of fingers, mouths, pussies, nipples and breasts. My final score of the day came without the aid of my hand when Maureen and Eileen went sixty-nine on each other in the middle of the orgy.

Not bad for a poor little rich boy. No not bad at all. I had all the blackmail material I would need for the rest of my life. I owned those bitches for sure.

[3D Catfight]

Mr. Cage,
It goes without saying that you are one of the best writers, I remember reading your stories at Seaking's Femfight, but I couldn't imagine that you actually wrote much more! Thank you for posting this story, I enjoyed it in particular because I love stories about two teams and because it was interracial.
The character I absolutely loved is Diana - you've managed to depict a mean girl who is small and busty. I've personally known girls like her and can trust you that she's a real hurricane.
Would love to hear more about her...

Cheers,
Phil

[airamerica]

Very nice story!