Our Princess stood dangling naked, beautiful lithe body pink with bruises and weeping. The small curves of her body were tantalizing, her hip bones beckoning like the handles on a bike, only the lightest, softest beginnings of hair graced her the V of her pussy.
“Hold on,” I yelled. “I’ll be right back!” I ran to our backpacks at the edge of the woods. Grabbing her jeweled tiara and raced back, placing the dainty thing upon her head. “Now, she’s perfect.”
***
It took about an hour and lunch for one of us to get up the courage. We sat, war paint on our faces, back packs with sandwiches and snacks in hand as we wrested, sword played, and made dirty jokes. All the while our Princess a beacon of our manliness.
“I did too kissed a girl once!” said one boy
. “Yeah right! Mom’s don’t count!”
“Or sisters!” another chimed in.
“My sister counts!”
They laughed.
The oldest boy spoke up.
“I’ve fucked a girl.”
Eye brows rose.
“There’s no way you have!”
“He might have, he’s a teenager.”
“Prove it.”
“How the hell am I suppose to prove it?”
They bickered back and fourth, all jeering the older boy.
“Fine. I’ll prove it right now.”
He stood from where he had sat on the stump and pointed down at it.
“Lay the Princess down. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Silence fell. Just for a moment. Then we pulled her down.
She had wriggled and struggled before. Now, as she was carried and displayed on the big tree stump she fought. Fought harder than any Princess in any fairy tale I had ever read. She kicked, and jerked and twisted. We ended up all having to hold her down in a group effort. I pulled at one of her legs, and instructed the boy opposite me.
“You can pull further back, she’s been able to do the splits since she was five.”
“Mmmuuuh!”
Her screams through the gag were so loud I nervously looked around.
“Nobody will hear her. Everybody is still at work anyway.”
I nodded at the older boy as he talked, excitement matching her fear and he unbuttoned his shorts. His dick was a decent size, and next to her small body, I didn’t understand how it would fit.
“Watch and learn boys.”
He spit on his dick and then pressed it up agains her. Her jerks turned to spasms as he slowly entered her. Her back arched, pink tits pointed to the sky in the most erotic moment I ever had or would see. Green eyes disappeared as they rolled back before her eye lids squeezed shut in pain. Her moaning scream pierced our ears and I wished they were for me. He pressed inside her to his balls and started to pull out. The movement looking dry and forced. Slamming back into her jilted her body and her scream was cut off by an intake of breath through her nose before another scream started. He began to pump, sliding in and out of her in at first jerk like movements then a steadier rhythm. Sweat beaded at her neck and hair line, and tendrils of hair stuck to her skin.
The boys, myself included roared and jeered as he kept going. Then he himself spasmed and released himself inside her. Pulling out was a sticky residue I knew well from my own jacking off routine.
After a long breath, he backed away, buttoning his shorts back up. Before I knew it I had dropped her leg. She didn’t move it, and as I unzipped my fly the others stood back, her body quivering but in shock. Too in shock to fight back.
I was hard, I spit like I’d seen the other boy and I found her opening gape. I was surprised at the tightness. I had a smoother entry from the other boy’s cum but I still found myself bracing my hands against those lovely hip bones, her tear streaked eyes met mind as I made my first thrust and I watched her break.
I pumped into her and the feeling was intoxicating. My whole body felt it, open nerves thumbing with every pulse into her. She quivered beneath me and her tits rocked with my motion.
“Take the gag off.”
I grunted They began to protest, but I wasn’t having it. I wanted to see her lips as I came.
“Take it off!”
Swollen but beautiful rosy lips were revealed to me, a silent cry escaping them as I ached into her one last time.
A tremor of pleasure rushed through me, and my cock shivered as I erupted into her, hot sticky goo filling her and spilling out onto the tree stump. I pulled out. her body resisting my exit. None of the other boys had the nerve. Unsure of what to do, we untied her and left her there on the stump. She stayed still.
As we all parted ways the older boy came up to me and slapped me on the back.
“hey, you make a pretty good bad guy.”