Sisters On Camera, part 5 - Sex Stories

Sisters On Camera, part 5

... each shooter. Kerry tripped over a fallen branch as a lucky shot struck her on the bottom, splattering one of the few remaining paint-free patches of skin on her round little butt. She groaned and fell to the ground, landing on her elbows before sinking to her stomach in the dirt. She raised her head to survey the woods before her as the boys approached her prone and helpless form. They had herded her to a dilapidated wooden shack with a tin roof, standing solitary and ominous in the middle of the forest. Several large, empty PVC barrels and drums stood next to the foreboding structure. - The boys had wasted half of their ammunition chasing Kerry. Adam noted with dismay that they would have less time for target practice than they had anticipated. It had been worth it just to watch her skinny but curvy little body bounce and jiggle as she struggled desperately in bondage to evade their shots. Now there would be no further opportunity for dodging. The boys intended for every shot to hit. They had one hundred paintballs left, twenty shots to a boy. Dragging Kerry's limp body to the patch of dirt in front of the shed's doorway, they threw her to the ground as Roger rolled one of the empty barrels towards her. Kerry screamed uselessly into her gag as she lay on her stomach over the barrel, arms bound and legs spread wide and restrained. The wet silk sleep shorts that she had spent most of the day soaking with her vaginal fluids were now filling her mouth, sealed inside with tape ...

... affixed to her lips. The boys directed every single shot at her spread, exposed pussy and fired from thirty paces away. Adam busied himself with impressive trick shots while Roger tested his accuracy by gradually taking shots from further away. Some paintballs splattered against her clit, others against her thighs and buttocks. but each shot landed close enough to splatter and sting her crotch with high-velocity soaplike gelatin and polymer. Most of them were bullseyes that landed squarely on her cunt. After whippings her pussy had endured thus far, she was in no position to endure such punishment quietly. Even with her gag the boys began to worry that someone might hear her desperate wailing as they pumped shot after shot into her exposed backside and genitals. A glint of light in the setting sun on the glistening wet skin of her pussy convinced the boys that some part of her was still enjoying their game. Keeping twenty five paintballs in reserve, they took turns fucking her again and cumming inside her pussy or onto her face and hair. She just clung helplessly to the barrel while they rode her, ravaging her tight little snatch with their rock-hard boners again and again. Each time she came her pelvic muscles would contract powerfully and involuntarily while her pussy and anus flexed. The boys could see each orgasm in the way the last glint of fading sunlight danced on the jeweled base of her wiggling buttplug as it moved in time with the contractions of her orgasm. They ...