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As he said it he pulled on her leg and dragged the skirts of her dress up. A smothered scream erupted from her but they were all louder. WE were all louder. It took moments for us to be bored with us girl looking and we excitedly started spanking her with the blunt side of our swords. My own slap leaving a small welt on her right cheek. She wriggled in her bindings but by this point I didn’t care. I was a bad guy, and what I wanted was her. I loved her and the part she played. 
“Tie her to the front of the fort!” The order didn’t come from the older boy. It came from me. I wanted to see her, touch her, display our bounty. It took minutes to unbind and rebind her to the fort. I held her waist and chest while she struggled, her body soft in some places and firm in others. The rope bound her wrists and hung her stretched as the rope was pulled taut over the roof top. She dangled at the entrance as a prize. Underwear porn still at her ankles, a pink flag of defeat. Ripping at her dress became a game. Who could rip the longest piece. If she kicked you, you were out. It took 20 minutes for her breasts to to be exposed, most of the boys being kicked out, but slapping her due to their missed opportunity. The final tug on her dress ripped all traces of curiosities away. 
 Our Princess stood dangling naked, beautiful lithe body pink with amateur 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 couple 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 sex sister counts!” 

They laughed. 

The oldest boy spoke up. “I’ve fucked a girl.” Her yellow bikini was couple somewhat more athletic, accentuating her six pack abs, and tight enough to hold her ample breasts at bay. The Life Giver emerged from the entrance he’s made in the eastern wall of baobabs, extended his middle finger to Night Eyes, then collapsed porn in exhaustion. I replied. “I'm too sensitive down there to stay like that Daddy, but I want to try something.” Ben had an intense hard-on that he was slowly stroking while perusing the naked breasts in Playboy. Said Clint. The amateur two youngest members of the Singer clan then made their way sex up the carpeted stairway and down the hall to the doorway to their parent's bedroom. girl She spun around and stared at me, “Josh has a girlfriend?” “So about this morning,” Ashley said, smiling. And I know I'd cum five or six times. “You know it’s Carly’s birthday tomorrow right? For several minutes, magnetic sensors scanned me from head to toe, looking for anything unusual.