PAINTBALLED
Posted by Barbanne on March 04, 2004 at 22:59:30:
PAINTBALLED
Doreen was dead.
Well dead in the context of the skirmish game we were playing. She'd been splatted just above the left eye and, as we had all agreed, when you got hit by the "lethal" paint splotch you were a goner and had to play act the part of being a dead body.
So Doreen was dead.
Dead and sprawled face down over a barrel.
(We play the game in a specially set up park with stuff like old car bodies and barrels and so forth interspersed amongst the trees and Doreen had swan dived over a barrel when she got it.)
Like all of us girls Doreen was nude except for her ammo belt and so the view greeting us as we stood around her was her butt sticking up, greeting the sunshine, her puckered little asshole winking and her pudenda trapped between her thighs. Doreen is a tall, well built redhead and her vulva is one of those that's almost obscenely prominent. I mean it really bulges out and trapped between her upper thighs as she lay over the barrel it looked enormous.
Me, Sheryl, Candy, Stephie, Maxie and Ally stood around clutching our paint guns and looking down at Doreen.
She used to be our champeen.
I looked around at the others.
"Looks like Doreen bought the farm."
"Uh huh."
"Yep."
"Sure does."
Nods all round.
"Who nailed her?" I asked.
"I think it was me," said Ally.
"Yep."
"Sure was."
"Ally killed her ass."
Nods of agreement from everyone.
"Let's get her in the ute then."
When you get killed in our game your "body" gets dumped in the tray of our ute. Well, until the game's over that is. The bodies in the ute are like the tophies and the winner gets to do what she wants with the other girls. I ain't never gotten to be the winner yet, but maybe today's my day.
In another couple of minutes we'd be trying to splat each other to death again but right now we combined in a truce to dispose of Doreen. Sheryl and Candy took an arm each and Maxie and I followed with her legs. We dumped her unceremoniously in the back of the ute. For the game its got a blanket spread out so as you don't burn your tits on the metal tray and also so you don't hurt yourself on sharp bits or anything. Doreen was play acting dead great and just floomped face down and lay there with her ass up, kissing the sun. Doreen had "died" with her tongue poking out like a fat, shiny little slug. I leaned over and poked it in behind her teeth. I decided that if I did get kilt today I'd show them how to really slobber out your glossa, that's your tongue to you.
We scattered and the game was on again.
I scampered around, ducking and weaving and disappearing behind old cars, trees, shrubs and barrels.
I didn't get too many shots in because I didn't see anyone much, just a glimpse of Ally and Candy's bare ass vanishing into the distance. I was slithing about hoping to sneak up on someone all unawares when I heard a shout and the call of "Kill, kill," from Maxie.
That meant that someone else had been bagged and so the game was off again until that person had been carted off to the ute. Along with the others I trooped over to find Maxie standing triumphantly over Sheryl who was down on her back and play acting being dead. Sheryl had been splatted right in between her breasts and that was certainly a clean kill.
"I got her, I got her, I got her," Maxie was crowing dancing about with delight.
"You surely did Max," said Candy, "yep Sheryl's about as dead as a babe can be."
"She's mine isn't she? My trophy?"
"Yep Max, yours indeed. You got her good girl. Mind you, you gotta survive the game to be a real winner"
"Yeah but I got Sheryl didn't I?"
"That you did Max."
Maxie was delighted and kept skipping from foot to foot. I took Sheryl's feet and Candy and Maxie took her shoulders and we hoicked her up and carried her limp and drooping body over to the ute. Stephie and Ally followed making a sort of little funeral procession. We hoisted Sheryl's "dead" body up and dumped her next to Doreen. Both girls just lay there peaceful and quiet like killed meat should be.
Within five minutes of resuming Candy and Ally had splatballed Stephie who took one right behind the ear and went down in a heap with yicky red paint glooped in her hair. Maxie and I carried poor dead Stephie over to the ute with occasional helping hands from Candy or Ally. We swung Stephie up and onto the other two and now three near nude and playing dead bodies lay side by side in the tray of the ute like three dead tuna or something.
The game was on again.
I zipped around, running from shelter to shelter, my paint gun primed and ready and still looking for my first hit.
Then I got lucky.
There not six metres away was Maxie and she was looking the other way. I didin't know if she had someone in sight or what but she was oblivious to me. I scurried across to a clump of bushes half running and half crawling. I thought I must be making a racket but Maxie apparently heard nothing. Now I was so close I could almost have reached out and touched her if I had wnted to. I bought my gun up and sighted along the barrel.
Its not considered good form to shoot someone in the back and so I said, "Hey Maxie."
"Huh," she swivelled around and made the fatal mistake of doing so with her gun pointing skyward. I wasn't sure enough of myself as a shot to go for anything but the big bit and so splatted her, whack in the left tit.
"Aw shit," she said and went down on her back.
"Kill, kill," I shouted.
Ally and Candy came running and between the three of us we carried Maxie's carcass back to the ute and in she went. It was getting a bit crowded now and so Maxie had to be flopped on top of Doreen and Stephie.
Just Ally and Candy and me now.
Doreen had been our champeen but Ally and Candy were probably our best all round players so I knew I was in for a hot time.
I scurried around the course keeping my eyes peeled for a chance to add to my kill score but saw nothing.
No-one.
Where were those bitches?
Well at least I reckoned I was staying low and keeping well hidden. I darted out of cover and skipped over to the barrels and ducked in behind them.
I waited there a while and then risked a peek over the top.
I couldn't see anyone and slowly swivelled my eyes around watching for some sign of movement.
"Hey Barb."
"Huh!"
My head came jerking back to the sound of Ally's voice and KERSPLAAAAAAAAAT!, a paint ball smacked right into my forehead.
"Fuck it," I muttered. I knew it was all over for me and came up slowly going all loose and limp.
"Barb."
I turned my head to the sound of Candy's voice and KERSPLAAAAAAAAAT! another paint ball landed on top of the first one, right between my eyes and I went, "Oooow," and collapsed backward over a barrel, pussy greeting the sun.
"Poor old Barb."
Hey not so much of the old I thought.
"She's dead."
"This is about as far as she ever gets in the game poor gal."
I had remembered my promise to myself and my tongue was hanging so far out of my mouth it was aching.
"Poor Barb."
"Poor dear, she's gone for good."
One either end of me they plucked me off of my barrel and carried me to the ute.
I'm a good play actor when it comes to doing dead and so I stayed totally limp, quite boneless really, and my tongue hung way out and my eyes were crossed trying to see the paint balls that had ended it for me. Candy and Ally flipped me into the tray of the ute and I finished up across the other girls with my eyes about ten centimetres from Sheryl's breasts.
Candy and Ally resumed the game. They are both excellent so us corpses could be here for a while. I felt sorry for Doreen who'd been here the longest. I relaxed my tongue but didn't pull it in. The sun was warm on my back and bum and I could smell the sweaty bodies of the other girls. I could also smell pussy and, more than that, I could smell my own sex. I studied Sheryl's tits.
"Hey Sheryl," I whispered, "your left breast is a bit bigger than your right."
"Shut up Barb," someone said.
"Yeah girl, we're dead and the dead don't talk."
"Everybody's breasts, one's a little different to the other," muttered Sheryl.
"Yeah but yours........................"
"Shut up Barb."
So I did. Just went back to being dead and studying Sheryl's nipples and enjoying the sun on my ass.
Sun warming my back and asshole.
Aaaaaaaaaah.
I hoped I wasn't getting sunburnt but then figured that this time of year the sun wasn't all that very strong.
Then I noticed a little dribble of sweat trickling down my back and into the crack of my ass and down into my pussy and then plop! onto Sheryl's tummy.
The other girls were perspiring too and sweaty skin mingled with stale perfume and pronounced BO and it was kinda sexy and I felt myself getting excited down there and my clit was responding with no stimulation at all except my own thoughts.
You know Barb, I told myself, you'll have to play this game with fellas and get shot down dead and piled with a couple of "dead" blokes.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Sandwiched in between two hard bodies with one dude hard up inside me, a great tumescent pillar of cock rammed right up to bursting point inside my cunt and another hard body behind me, big erection up against the crack of my ass and pushing me into the first guy so that his cock is forced more and more into my slit.
Maybe a dead plaything for all the guys.
Lying here in the ute dead and covered in cum.
All over, every square centimetre of my body.
Even filling my mouth and covering my eyes.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Now that would be being dead!
I realised I had had a small orgasm.
I heard someone coming.
It was Ally. So she had won.
"The damn thing with winning these splat ball contests is the winner has no-one to help her with the last victim," she said dumping Candy in on top of us.
"Now what shall I do with my conquered ones?"
"Tee hee heee heee," she climbed in and her hands roamed over dead girls' bodies and I could hear her small grunts and reckoned she was maybe pleasuring herself and then I knew she was because she picked up my limp hand and used my fingers as a dildo.
I think maybe I had another small orgasm.
Later when we had showered and dressed and made arrangements for another game in a fortnight's time Sheryl came over to me and said, "You know Barbanne I can always tell when you're thinking about sex?"
"Eh?"
"Yep, I was peeking and your eyes go all sort of dreamy and then like a shadow goes behind them that is like pure filth."
"You reckon eh?"
"I do."
"You could be right Sheryl."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Hard bodied guys.
"Me too. Lets go find some."
"OK. Two each. Like the four walls of a building and you and I will be like the interior stairs."
"Will the walls be connected to the stairs?"
"Sure thing, front and back."
She started giggling and I giggled and off we went.
Lookout guys here come two horny babes.