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Archive-name: 3plus/tagteam.txt

Archive-author: Andrew Truong                         

Archive-title: Tag-Team Maneuvers





                The three women watched the television monitor at the end of

the room. There was no picture, only fuzzy lines across the screen. Overhead,

dim fluorescent lights buzzed. The women, never having met, glanced at each

other only to look away when meeting one another's eyes. "Kind of spooky," the

larger of the three girls said. She had short thick black hair, wide shoulders

and full breasts.

                The girl across the table, around which the three sat, brushed

the bangs of her long hair from her eyes, looking intrigued. "But I like

it," she said. "I'm glad I'm here."

                Just then the television screen hissed with static, a clear

picture blinking into focus. A man's face appeared. A handsome man, wearing 

a bush jacket, tancolored with lots of pockets.

                "I like this better all the time," the third girl in the room

said, admiring the man's smile.

                "Good morning, ladies," the man spoke from the TV. "You are 

all about to share a very interesting day. Probably the most exciting day of

your life is about to happen. As you know, from answering my advertisement in

the magazine, the three of you are a team. You are about to go into battle-as

it were-with another team of three women who are about your basic size and 

strength.

                 "This is a tag-team event. You will either win as a team or

you will lose as a team. The boundaries-" the man's face disappeared from

the screen, replaced ny an aerial photograph of a small farm "-are the

fenced-in sides of this 15-acre farm. You can see an empty barn in the center,

a border of woods on four sides, sections of open land and an irregularly

shaped cornfield. The corn, I might add, has grown considerably since this 

picture was taken and is now ten to 12 feet tall."

                The man's face reappeared. "The objectis for you to proceed

from your starting point-which will be assigned later-to the interior of the 

barn. In the hayloft you will retrieve a flag that you must then carry to your

starting point before the opposing team grabs their flag and returns it to 

their starting point. Your flag will be red, just like the uniforms you will 

be issued. Your opponents will be after a yellow. The winning team will be 

paid $1,000 each."

                The man paused. "There is, "he began again, "a version of this

game where each member of the winning team collects $5,000. Are you interested

in knowing the rules?..."

                             __________



                In a room just down the hall from where the Red team met, the

members of the Yellow team were starting to undress.

                Darlene-the strongest-looking of the trio-a 

reddish-blond-haired woman of 30, pulled on dark-yellow fatigue pants that had

camouflaged designs. Topless, her small nipples erect from the chill in the 

room, she considered the map of the grounds upon which the game was to be 

played.

                Donna, standing beside Darlene, dressed quickly, 

self-conscious about being naked in front of the other two women. Donna was 

lean and well-built, a model's figure. She had big eyes and silkblond hair.

                Debbie was totally naked, her huge breasts hanging heavily,

wide nipples pointing and rosy-looking. "This material," she said, fingering 

the crotchof her pants," is going to be rough against bare skin. And this is

all we get to wear: a shirt, pants, socks and running shoes. No underwear.

Nothing else." Saying it, Debbie didn't seem to be bothered by the fact.

                Darlene, holding her skirt in her hand, was studying the map

closely. "We should split up and go toward the barn from different sides.

I'll take a center path with one of you on each of my sides."

                Donna looked a little fearful, having been the last of the

three women to agree to play the $5,000 winner's share game. "Wouldn't we

be better going as a group? In case we get attacked by the other team?"

                "Going alone is better," Darlene said. "We've got

Walkie-talkies, remember? So if you're about to get jumped by the other 

team, radio to us how many are coming at you. If it's more than one, the

other two on our team can make a straight dash for the barn, grab the flag

and run, knowing that we outnumber the remaining players on the other team.

Do you understand?"

                Debbie nodded. "I like it. If, for example, two girls from 

the other team are on you," she said to Darlene, "Donna and I can run for the 

barn because there will only be one other girl left on their team to worry 

about. Even if she could stop one of us, she won't get us both."

                "Right," Darlene said. "And remember, if you get marked, 

you're out of the game. So let us know."

                             __________



                The man on the television screen said to the Red team: "You

will each be issued four items of clothing. A skirt, pants, socks and shoes.

That's all, and it's all that you may wear. Underwear, bras, panties are out.

If you're found wearing them, you automatically disqualify your entire team.

                "What makes the $5,000 game so interesting is the you can 

remove players on the other team from play. You do this by wrestling them to

the ground and sripping them of their clothes. Once all their clothes are off,

then you must mark them."

                "How do you do that?" Kathy, the broad-shouldered one asked,

having been told they could ask questions and be heard through a closed-

circuit system.

                The man explained. "Throughout the woods about a dozen men 

have been stationed. They will all be wearing green camouflage suits like the

red and yellow ones issued to the team. The men can be called through the 

channel th the B setting. The men will then come to wherever you are holding 

the member of the other team and shoot her... with semen."

                "Semen?" Kathy looked confused "From a squirt gun?"

                "Oh, no, my dear. From their cocks. And time being so 

precious, you might want what to help them shoot fast."

                             __________



The man sat at a console that featured 14 television sets. Twelve were run by

remote cameras situated throughout the "battlefield." The other two were 

focused in on the briefing rooms of the Red and Yellow teams. From his 

position, he could zoom on or wide-angle any camera or move them left or 

right, up or down.

                It was an expensive setup, financed by 15 years of running

weapons for, first, the West Germans, later the Japanese and finally the 

Americans. It had been a lucrative yet dangerous life, rewarding him now with

a fascinating hobby, something that combined the thrill of combat-yet here

in a harmless sense-with the excitement of sex.

                He pulled a lever zooming in one of the hidden cameras in the

Red team's dressing room, putting a close-up on his screen of one of the 

girl's pussy.

                Karla had a wonderfully thick black bush. She fluffed her 

fingers through it innocently before stepping into red camouflage pants.

                How nice it would be, the man thought, to see Karla get   

caught, stripped and "marked" all over that nice bush.

                He turned on the microphone to talk to the Red team. 

"Ladies," he began, "Iwant to make sure none of you has any hesitation about

the possibility of getting shot with semen. The men won't touch you. It's just

our special way of rubbing in the fact that you've lost."

                Karla, the one with the small breasts and thick and thick

bush, said, "Losing shouldn't be made to be so much fun. Not if the Markers

are going to look like the studs who showed us to this room."

                Karen-the one with long hair, a nicely curved ass and perfect

tits-nodded in agreement.

                Kathy, their strongest member, a girl with swimmer's 

shoulders, said, "I don't think you have to worry about that. Just be ready 

with our five grand apiece."

                             __________



                Debbie, Donna and Darlene, the Yellow team, got the go-head

through their walkie-talkies. The game was on. The three moved from their 

starting point into the woods ahead.

                It was warm outside, a clear August day in northern 

Pennsylvania. The girls made tromping sounds as they stomped down the thick

overbush.

                Thruogh the short section of woods the Yellow team could see

the barn. It was 500 yards of open field dead ahead. Only a cornfield just

to the right and below the barn offered any cover.

                Darlene reached the edge of the clearing first. "I'm going 

straight ahead, over the field, into that patch of corn. Give me time to get

in position. Meantime, keep your eyes alert. If you see anyone from team Red,

let me know."

                Debbie, the front of her blouse left open, breasts exposed,

having been unable to button it, nodded eaderly, eyes looking all around.

                Donna, a little frantic, pulled on her shirt sleeve.

                "Here goes. "Running full speed, Darlene took off for her 

cornfield, her feet kicking up dust over the field.

                Once she was hidden, she directed Debbie to head straight for 

the barn, hoping to force the Red team's hand, make them move faster if they

thought Yellow was going right for the flag.

                Donna stayed behind, watching as Debbie ran for the barn. 

"When Debbie was 100 yards out of the woods, the branches around Donna 

rustled loudly.

                Kathy and Karla charged her. Kathy got there first, pulling 

Donna's arms behind her back, pinning them there, puting a hand over Donna's 

mouth.

                Karla ripped open Donna's shirt, making her victim's tits 

shake wildly. With Kathy holding her down, Karla pulled Donna's pants down to 

her ankles and started struggling with her shoes.

                "Do them later, "Kathy said. "Call for a Marker."

                Donna fought wildly, but couldn't get free from Kathy. Karla

called for a Marker, then pulled off Donna's shoes, socks and pants.

                Her leg free, Donna bucked, knocking Kathy off balance, the 

two of them landing hard on the ground. Kathy struggled to keep hold of 

Donna's arms, wrapping a hold around her tits, giving her nipples a pinch, 

making Donna scream.

                The woods were thrashing. Karla prepared to attack in case it

was someone from team Yellow.

                Instead, a tall burly-looking man appeared, dressing in 

camouflage green. His fly was opened, his cock coming out in his hand.

                Donna cried out, but Kathy had her arms and shoulders. Karla

opened her legs as the tall man stood beside her, loins arched forward, hand

pumping his shaft, looking at Donna's wonderful boby and spewing his wad all 

over her stomach and breasts, him moaning, "Oh, yeah."

                Feeling the first splatter of warm sperm on her, Donna 

relaxed, lying still, looking up at the man with a smile on her face. "What a

nice cock, " she cooed, reaching up for it, touching his slackening shape.

                Karla and Kathy went off quickly, Karla saying as they ran, 

"If I get marked, I want it from a dick like his."

                "Almost makes you want to surrender, doesn't it?" Kathy 

remarked.

                            __________



                After trying five times to raise Donna on the walkie-talkie,

Darlene gave up. "Must have gotten marked," she radioed to Debbie.

                Debbie had gone into the corner of the cornfield nearest the

barn, having spotted one Red team player on the other side of the barn.

                Darlene said, "I'm crossing to the cornfield just right of

the barn. No one from team Red should have been able to make it there yet.

Once I'm there, I'll give you a go. You head straight for the barn. Hold off 

anyone from the Red as long as you can. Hopefully, I'll make it in the barn

and get out in short enough order."

                Debbie said okay.

                Darlene took off, running fast.

                Moments later off, Debbie heard the corn rustling gently 

behind her. She whispered into walkie-talkie that someone was coming in for 

her, then told Darlene not to contact her so that Darlene's voice over the 

walkie-talkie wouldn't give Debbie's position away.

                Debbie got down low, crouching, ready to spring, her tits 

hanging heavily out of her blouse. She saw a single pair of legs. Coming 

closer.

                Karla eased through the tall stalks of corn. By now, she 

thought, Karen should be coming in on the barn from the top side of the field,

and Kathyshould be circling aruond from the buttom of the --

                The force hit Karla so quickly, she didn't have time to yell.

She was thumped to the ground, someone on her, pressing her face into the 

dirt.

                Karla struggled, feeling her skirt being pulled from behind.

The material was coming up her back, ripping in the front, tearing away with

surprising ease, leaving her topless, still unable to twist away. Karla 

reached for her walkie-talkie, but the girl on top of her kicked it away.

                In the shifting of position, through, Karla got out from under

her attacker. Debbie fell onto her side, feeling Karla's hands on her breasts,

fingernails scratching, digging in, catching one of her nipples with the sharp

edge of a nail. Debbie tried to swat away Karla's hands, but the smaller girl

was slapping her tits.

                Debbie rolled away. Karla dove after her, but missed, landing

on the ground between rows of cornstalks. The towering corn shook loudly above

them.

                Debbie grabbed Karla's ankles and stood up, dragging Karla 

along a row of corn. Karla was crying out, trying to hand onto stalks of corn,

feeling her tits scraping the ground.

                Quickly, Debbie twisted Karla's legs, turning the dark-haired

girl face up. She dropped down on her, tearing into Karla's pants, pulling 

them off her hips, having to fight off Karla.

                With one of her legs stripped Karla peeled free, kicking until

she caught Debbie in a leglock, with Debbie's face in her crotch, inches from

her bare pussy.

                Squeezing her head there, Karla reached for her walkie-talkie

and called for a Marker. As soon as she put it down, she felt Debbie's tongue 

penetrate her folds, pressing inside her channel. The sensation made her gasp.

The motions stroked her clit and then penetrated surprisingly deep into her 

cunt. "Oh, fuck me!" Karla moaned.

                But Debbie threw her off, then stripped off Karla's pants the

rest of the way, shoes and socks too.

                When the Marker appeared, Debbie had Karla's head facedown in 

her laps, her arms up under Karla's shoulders. Karla, struggling, her ass in 

the air, legs spread, was showing the Marker lots of pink wetness in a thick 

black bush.

                "He's here for you, honey," Debbie laughed, breathless, 

enjoying the sight of his erection. "And he's got a beauty of a cock. How do 

you want it?"

                "Oh, God," Karla moaned. "Let him screw my brains out."

                The Marker smiled, taking down his pants, a muscular pair of 

thighs visible now as he knelt down behind Karla, took her by the hips and 

aimed his cock.

                Karla gasped when he entered her, then shook as he fucked her

from behind, both of them moaning.

                "I took one out," Debbie announced in the walkie-talkie.

                But Darlene couldn't answer. She'd been jumped ny Karen, the 

Red team player with long black hair.

                Karen had flailed herself at Darlene, hoping surprise would

do her prey in, but Darlene was too strong. Darlene pawed Karen's perfect

breasts, then dug a hand into the dark-haired girl's pants, putting two 

fingers straight into Karen's pussy, pumping in and out, feeling Karen's snatch

getting quickly primed, juicy-wet.

                Karen moaned now, grabbing Darlene's wrist with two hands, 

trying to stop the Yellow team girl from putting her fingers in her pussy, but 

she couldn't.

                "Come you little bitch," Darlene groaned, a third finger 

going into Karen.

                Karen finally released Darlene's wrist, arms out above her 

head, legs spreading so strongly that she ripped the seam out of her own 

pants. Spread-eagled, she sighed audibly as Darlene did her.

                Darlene called for a Marker, still finger-pumping Karen's 

wet pussy, climaxing her.

                A Marker appeared, standing over Karen's spent-looking boby.

His cock wasn't quite hard; so Darlene pulled her slick fingers from Karen's

pussy and wrapped them over the Marker's cock. Then she plunged a mouthful of

saliva over him. Pumping her lips tight and wet over him. Pumping het lips

tight and wet over his cock, she played gently with his shaft growing heavier

in her mouth. The first squirt of semen blasted over her tongue. She kept

sucking until she had a mouthful. Then she eased off his shaft, spitting 

the cum over her lips into heartshaped cut of Karen's bush.

                Her mouth tasting strongly sweet with semen, Darlene picked

up her walkie-talkie. "Got your message before, Deb, but couldn't reply. We

got two of them down now. Let's storm the barn."

                Debbie's reply came breathlessly. "On my way there now. I

just saw the last Red team member go inside."

                             __________



                Kathy was up in the hayloft, red flag in her hip pocket, when

she heard someone down below. Looking over the loft railing, she stole a peek

at a Yellow team player-a hung-breasted girl with both tits jutting out the

front of her skirt.

                There was a length of rope nearby. Kathy saw that. She also

saw another Yellow team players running for the barn, a few hundred yards 

away, closing in.

                Grabbing the rope, Kathy jumped over the side of the loft. She 

landed just behind Debbie, tackling her around the waist, landing both of them

on the stawcovered floor with a dusty thump.

                Kathy turned Debbie over, bit her big nipples hard, leaving

teeth marks, feeling the pressure of her teeth cause Debbie to release the 

hold she had on her hair.

                Kathy bit Debbie's nipple again. Debbie covered her aching 

tits with her arms, and Kathy was quick, tying the rope around Debbie's 

wrists, then running it between her legs, tying her ankles.

                Debbie shouted warning to Darlene as Kathy tied her up. 

Hopeless now, Debbie felt Kathy turning her facedown, her lips kissing dusty

straw. Her pants were ripped off, shoes and socks removed. Then Kathy turned

her face-up again, bit once more into the sensitive pink marks on Debbie's 

tits, making Debbie scream. Then she ripped off Debbie's shirt, leaving the 

big-titted woman naked and help-less on the ground. Naked and tied.

                Kathy  stood then, posed to counterattack, expecting Darlene

through either door now. But there was nothing.

                She's wainting in ambush me, Kathy realized. Waiting in 

ambush outside. Kathy looked route back to her team's starting point. If she 

timed it right, she could outrun the other girl and make it back. She took

a deep breath and started running.

                From her tied position, Debbie screamed, "She's taking off,

Darlene."

                But Darlene was already there, throwing a kicking trip into 

Kathy's shins, toppling the bigger girl, then coming down on top of her,

clawing and scratching.

                Darlene shredded Kathy's skirt, fingernails digging into 

ivory-glossed flesh, leaving red marks over Kathy's tits.

                "Get her nipples, Darlene!" Debbie shouted. "She just about

bit mine off."

                Darlene dropped her mouth on Kathy's right tit, biting hard

on soft flesh.

                Kathy screamed, but countered, pulling the back of Darlene's 

skirt up her back. Kathy dug her nails into Darlene's spine, bringing the 

strawberry-blond girl upright, twisting. Then Kathy bucked Darlene off.

                The two of them spawled over the gruond. Hands and nails

flailing at each other. First one was on top, then the other. The sound of 

hands smacking bare breasts became louder.

                Kathy was the first to ball her fist, punching a right cross 

that hit deep into Darlene's left tit, the width of Kathy's hand sinking into

the meaty flesh, knocking Darlene to the side.

                As Darlene clutched her own breasts, Kathy grabbed her by the 

hair, throwing Darlene over, threw a cat-scratching right hand deep into 

Darlene's right tit, going through the nipple

                Beaten, Darlene held her tits, bracing for what might follow.

Kathy was screaming for a Marker as she tore off a surrendering Darlene's

pants.

                The Marker came immediately, having been stationed in the 

barn.

                "Oh her face," Kathy ordered. She started to stand, but then

positioned herself between Darlene's leg that she'd spread widely in defeat.

While the Marker stroked his cock, aiming it for Darlene's face, Kathy made a 

loud growl and dropped her teeth onto Darlene's pussy. She bit into the soft

upper folds of Darlene's cunt, sucking hard until the skin aruond Darlene's

clit was in her mouth. And she kept sucking. She heard Darlene scream with 

pain and pleasure, knowing her mouth would be wide open, hearing Darlene

gulping then when the Marker's cum pumped through her open lips.

                             __________

               

                Tired, Kathy started walking toward her starting point. 

Darlene was in impassioned embrace with the Marker who'd cum-shot her, 

stroking his slick cock in her hand, and Kathy considered them fondly as she

backed from the barn. When she was 20 yards away, she turned to walk face 

forward, but then saw the other Yellow team member.

                Debbie was running naked from the barn, her breasts bouncing

heavily across her chest. In her hand was a Yellow flag. Someone she'd untied

herself.

                Kathy hesitated. Should she chase the girl or try to outrun

her back to their respective starting points?

                Kathy started after her.

                Debbie tried to hold her tits, but they shook so heavily, so

wildly, it slowed her down. And, looking over her shoulder, she saw the 

dark-haired girl closing in. Less then 15 yards behind. Ten, now.

                Debbie cut into the cornfield and dropped to the ground. Kathy

tripped over her and went flying thruogh the air. Debbie would have to fight

her. But Kathy was struggling, unable to get up.

                Then Debbie saw that Kathy's shirt had been impaled by a hard

stalk fo corn. She was caught and struggling to get free.

                Debbie charged forward and kicked Karthy's ass, knocking her

forward, twisting her in the cornstalks. Then she grabbed the waist of Kathy's

pants and stripped her, feeling the thin material ripping easily. Trying to 

take off Kathy's one shoe, Debbie got kicked in the tit. She staggered back

and felt the breath go out of her. She fell over a broken stalk of corn, 

landing on her bare ass.

                She saw Kathy rip off her shirt, freeing herself from the 

cornstalk. She saw Kathy coming at her, saw the kick for her other tit. She

covered up, but still felt the thud of her foot banging into her breasts.

                She fell to the ground, lying there faceup, seeing only a 

strip of blue sky between rows of corn. But then Kathy was on her, clawing

hungrily over Debbie's big tits, squeezing her hard, grabbing for Debbie's 

cunt at the same time as Debbie screamed. "I'm so horny," Kathy gasped, 

bringing her cunt down on Debbie's face. "Stick your tongue in my pussy."

                Kathy's cunt was on her face, wetsmeared folds pressing up

and down over Debbie's mouth and nose, as Kathy moaned pleasurably, using

her fingers to rub her own pussy at the same time.

                Licking Kathy's pussy, Debbie reached down for Kathy's ankles

and started peeling off her socks, getting one off, then working off the 

other. Kathy was giving into her, not seeming to realize....

                And Kathy wass close to coming, begging Debbie to get more

tongue up in her cunt, Kathy wedging her pussy down harder on Debbie's gasping

mouth. Kathy twisted her hips from side to side, screaming now as she came,

humping up and down, riding Debbie's mouth.

                As soon as Kathy peaked, Debbie reached up and grabbed the 

short length of Kathy's hair and pulled her down, screaming, "Marker!" as 

loudly as she could, holding Kathy there, her fingers in the black hair down 

to the roots.

                And through the corn walked the man who arrangered all this.

Looking so handsome, with daring dark eyes, lean but strong-looking, naked 

from the waist up, peeling his pants down his hard loins.

                Debbie slackened her grip on Kathy's hair and, looking up at 

him, Kathy opened her legs a little wider.

                "Father open," their host said, bare feet kicking easily at 

Kathy's ankles to get her wider open still. "Better yet," he said, kneeling

down, drawing Kathy's knees into her breasts, having Debbie hold them there.

"Yeah," he said," much better." He came down on Kathy, entering her patiently,

sinking into the soft wet flesh of her hot pussy. "Oh, yeah," he sighed, 

caressing Kathy's naked breasts, putting a hand between the top of her thigh,

pressing there. "You did get into this, didn't you?" He was pumping her 

easily. "Isn't it a fantastic release out here? Ripping off your opponent's

clothes? Wrestling with them? No better fun-oh, yeah," he cringed, feeling the

warmth of Kathy's pussy," in the world."

                "I'm going to come," Kathy sighed weakly. "Oh, I'm coming.

I'm coming... again!"

                "That's it," the man soothed, hips moving a little faster. 

"Come. Come on and do it." He kept fucking until Kathy was spent, the withdrew

from her, his shaft glossy with pussy juices. He came to Debbie, stroking 

her breasts. "You want to help me mark her?"

                Debbie was on her knees as the man stood. With her fingers 

plying pressure in her seam, she took his shaft in her mouth, letting him 

press his length down over her tongue as deep as he own touches before he was

ready; so she let herself go.

                And once her hands were still, she slid him from her mouth, 

pressed his length between her fingers and shot his wad all over Kathy's face, 

squirting it into her thick black hair, feeling the spasms of victory shooting

through her fingers.

                "Hooray," she smiled, "for the Yellow team."

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