It started innocently enough, with kids playing Indians, but then it took a teasing turn…
It was a lovely summer day. As usual, we met in the morning, went to get ice cream, and then thought about what we’d like to play today.
“Space invaders!” Sam blurted out.
We laughed. Sam is so obsessed with Sci-Fi, and he always suggests playing something from outer space.
“Ew… I’m not sure,” Mike objected. “We played space cowboys yesterday and zombie apocalypse the day before. Let’s do something more basic…”
Sam pouted but agreed.
“Okay. Then what?”
“How about cops and robbers?” Tim suggested.
“Maybe. Who wants to be the cops?”
No one volunteered.
“Or pirates!”
“That’s closer,” said Dan, who was already twelve and usually took the lead in choosing games. “But we need more than the six of us to make it really fun…”
“Well… let’s play cavemen, then!” Sam suggested.
“What exactly?”
“The whole set! We’ll be cavemen and caverwomen. We’ll hunt, make fires, cook, that sort of thing.”
“Yes!” Tim jumped up. “That’s a great game!”
“Still not exciting enough…”
“Then Indians!” Millie said.
She was the only girl among us. In her eleven she’s strong and smart, not like other boring girls, so we made an exception and took her as our equal. She is also extremely daring and enjoys being the center of attention – which she gets to the fullest.
“Cool!”
“Yeah!”
“How do we play?”
“You build your village,” Millie explained. “And I’m going to be a scout from another tribe, and I’m going to sneak in and steal your totem! If I succeed, you will grant me all my wishes for one day!”
“Wow! And what if we catch you?”
“We are Indians! We will torture her!” Dan said firmly.
The word “torture” made us strangely excited, even Millie, although she looked a little scared, too. But the excitement won.
She licked her lips. “Torture? How exactly?”
“I don’t know.” Dan grinned. “We’ll think of something when we catch you.”
“No burning and no cutting!” she said quickly.
We all nodded.
“Sure. It’s just a game, after all. Deal!”
“Deal! But I warn you – I’ll get through you somehow!”
We shook hands and ran into the forest to play. We played there often and knew the place well.
For the next half hour we were busy building a small village – two improvised huts (one of which we actually had finished from previous games), a fence, a fireplace, and of course the totem – a strangely shaped stone we found nearby and solemnly placed in the center of the village. No one wanted to spend much time preparing, so we did not bother making bows and arrows, instead taking several long sticks for spears.
Then we took off our t-shirts (and Millie took off her tank top, which she really didn’t need yet, as she didn’t have any boobies) and helped each other draw war paint with the mud on our faces and bodies. And we had a little fight about who would paint Millie. Touching her skin felt strangely attractive to all of us, and we never missed a chance to do it.
Millie wrapped a leather band around her head and tucked a few feathers underneath. Deeply tanned, barefoot (she hated shoes and walked barefoot from spring to fall), wearing only her skirt and war paint, she looked like a real Indian girl!
“Wait for me, sunkas!” She gigled and disappeared in the woods.
“I think that squaw has insulted us!” Tim growled.
We hid behind the rocks and waited.
Half an hour passed. Millie was late.
“Come on, let’s go look for her.”
“Shh! That’s her plan! If we spread out, she’ll just come and take our totem!”
We giggled.
“Shhh! Let’s make a tight perimeter around the village,” Mike whispered. “Whoever sees her, yell and chase her!”
We nodded and kept our heads down.
Millie appeared in five minutes. She did a really good job of trying to get to us unnoticed, adding branches and leaves to her outfit and crawling between the rocks, keeping low and quiet. She got pretty close to the village, but her last dash was through the grass patch, and she lost it.
“Gotcha!” Mike let out a perfect ululating war cry and ran towards her.
She shrieked and took off. We ran after her, screaming. Millie was fast and agile, but there was no way she could escape all five of us. In a few minutes, we caught her, took the spear from her, and dragged her screaming into the village.
We tied her wrists behind her back, tied her to a nearby tree, and did the wild victory dance around her. The real fun was just beginning!
Mille stayed in the character of a brave warrior, screaming and spitting at us and calling us names. This made us even more excited.
“So how do we start?” Sam asked.
“Well… Let’s tickle her to death!” Tim suggested.
We laughed and rushed to her. But even with her hands tied, Millie defended herself fiercely by kicking us. Her legs were strong. Even barefoot, her kicks were painful. We falled back.
“That squaw knows how to fight!” Dan admitted, and we grunted in agreement.
“We have to bind her legs too, otherwise we can do nothing!”
“I’ve got the idea!” Mike grinned. “Let’s spread her out between the trees!”
“Great!”
There were four trees nearby in perfect formation. We overpowered Millie, untied her wrists, pushed her to the ground, and stretched her arms between two trees. We were in the process of stretching her legs in the same manner when Dan laughed and in one quick motion pulled off her skirt and panties. Caught off guard, Mille had no chance to fight back. We quickly finished tying her up and then paused to admire the view.
Millie was lying on the ground, belly up, her body stretched between four trees, two for her arms and two for her spread legs. She was completely naked except for the leather band on her head and the war paint on her face and stomach. Her long black hair lay scattered on the ground. Her dark nipples stood out, her smooth belly rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
We stared at her with our mouths open, feeling a strange tension in our shorts.
“Wow…”
“Cool…”
Millie screamed, trying to break free. “Get me out of here, you sunkas! Or I’ll kill you all!”
Dan chuckled. “I think that squaw’s a little scared.”
“Why? What are you going to do to me?”
“Well, we’re going to torture you,” Mike reminded her.
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
“How?”
“The plan holds. Let’s tickle her!”
And we tickled her with ten hands, trying to find all the sensitive spots. Millie writhed as much as the ropes would let her (which is not much), screamed, squealed, and laughed. Our fingers slid over her warm, smooth skin, and soon our own crotches were getting even hotter. We touched her everywhere: armpits, ribs, stomach, sides, thighs, knees, feet, toes.
“Stop! Stop!” Millie begged. “Please!”
At that moment, Tim’s hand slipped between her legs – the last untouched spot. And he tickled her reddened slit (so different from our wieners) with all five fingers.
“Heee…!”
Millie jerked wildly and howled.
Tim was startled and immediately removed his hand, but we all realized that here, between her legs, was the most sensitive spot of all, and there was no doubt that it was the right place to focus.
“Should I continue?” Tim asked.
“No! Please!” Millie begged again.
“Yes,” Dan said firmly.
We all looked at him. He was the oldest of us and always took the lead.
So Tim and Dan concentrated on Millie’s crotch (there was no room for more hands), touching her slit, her butt hole, her inner thighs… Sam noticed her erect nipples and began to tickle them. And Mike continued to tickle her soles and toes, and Nick was on her neck and collarbones.
“Aaaah! Ha ha ha… aaah… ooooh…!”
Millie moaned and tried to struggle, but her efforts were in vain. She was helpless, completely exposed to our fingers. We moved them slowly, skillfully, learning the territory and noticing that some movements elicited louder moans than others.
After a while the situation changed. We were not so much trying to tickle her as we were exploring, touching, caressing, teasing her.
“Ha ha ha… Mmm… Ooohhh!”
Millie flushed intensely, with trickles of sweat leaving trails in her war paint. She was no longer writhing, just trembling and jerking from time to time. She closed her eyes and a broad smile appeared on her face. She also stopped giggling and squealing and began to moan louder.
We were fascinated by the change. Her moans sounded like real torture!
At that moment, Tim spread her slit and began to touch her inner folds. Millie opened her mouth wide, arched her body, and screamed.
“Aaaaaah!”
This encouraged us all and we redoubled our efforts to tease her.
Within minutes, Millie was shaking violently and moaning loudly and continuously.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Her whole body shook with the convulsions.
“Aaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah!”
When she calmed down, we paused and stepped back, exchanging confused looks.
“What have we done?”
“Millie, are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Should we stop?”
“N-no!” Millie was still shaking, but she seemed fine. “It’s just… You scared me, sunkas! What was that?”
“I don’t know,” Mike said honestly. “But I really liked it.”
“Me too!”
“Me three!”
“Then let’s do it again!”
“Do it again, please,” Millie whispered. “Oh, please! Torture me!”
A minute later, while Millie was moaning again, Dan’s finger found her tight pussy hole and slid inside, exploring the new sensation. Millie twitched.
“Mmmm… Yesss…”
“Boys! She’s so wet and soft up there!” Dan announced.
“Let me try!”
“Me too!”
And we took turns shoving our fingers into Mille’s pussy and ass. Mille jerked and screamed at our every move. Her clit stood out like a reddened phalanx of mistletoe. Wow! We explored it too, pinching it, squeezing it, rubbing it between our fingers…
Millie arched her body and cried out.
“Ooooooh! Ohh, ohhh, ohhh… Aaahhhhh!”
This time she exploded much stronger. We were astonished. What was that?
Millie caught her breath. Her stomach rose and fell quickly.
“More… More,” she whispered.
We exchanged glances. We felt funny, strangely excited, wanted to do something else to her… And our cocks were so hard in our shorts that it hurt.
Sam was the first to notice. He looked at the spread-eagled Millie, at her swollen pussy…
“I think I’ve got it!” he said. “I saw that porn ad… Now it makes sense!”
“What?”
“Porn?”
“What did you see?”
Because, you know, we were on the verge of getting interested in porn and wanking, but we hadn’t started yet.
“Look!”
And to our astonishment, Sam took off his shorts. His dick was strangely large and pointed up. “Watch!” he repeated, kneeled down in front of Millie’s crotch, then got on top of her and… stuck his dick in her hole!
“Ohh…!” Millie moaned.
Sam moaned too, like a monkey. “Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!”
He thrust into her for a minute – Millie moaned louder and louder – then pulled his dick out, stood up and showed us something white dripping from it.
“See? Cum!”
“Wow!”
“Cool!”
“I want to do it too!”
And we all took our shorts off.
“God, mine’s so hard!”
Dan pushed into Millie. We waited impatiently for our turn. Dan also lasted a little more than a minute before he tensed up and jerked his hips, then Tim took his place, then Nick… Millie moaned nonstop and exploded again under Mike.
“Aaaahhh! Aahhh… Boys… Do it, do it, do it…”
Her body shook with convulsions, and we all froze, mesmerized by the spectacle.
“Let me do it again!”
And we did it again. The second time we went longer, about three minutes each. Then we cut Milli’s ropes, and she began to grip us with her arms and legs, holding on tight. And she begged for more and more.
By the third round we lasted six or seven minutes. And on the fourth, we began to feel fatigue and lasted for a dozen minutes before we came in Millie’s hole.
She was even more exhausted at the end, not screaming, just breathing hard. Her butt and lower body were smeared with a mixture of cum and mud, and we were no cleaner.
Finally, Millie spoke.
“Ohhh… Mmmmm…”
“Oh, Millie, are you okay?”
“I’m so good… So nice… Great… Mmmm… But I need a bath…”
“There’s a stream in the grove,” Tim reminded us. “Let’s go there.”
“Will you carry me?” Millie asked. “I’m not sure my legs will hold me now…”
So we did. Together we carried Millie to the creek and helped wash her and ourselves. Then we swam naked for a while (we had never done it that way, it felt funny and exciting) and lay down on the beach to rest.
“What was it?” Tim pondered. “What were we doing?”
“We were fucking!” Sam explained. “Like adults!”
“Now I understand the noises my parents make sometimes…” Mike added.
“Yeah, me too…”
We laughed.
“It was so good…” Millie said. “Thank you boys, thank you, thank you…”
“Hey, we enjoyed it no less!”
“You’re really great, Millie!”
“Can we do it again?”
“Right now? My legs are still weak…”
“Tomorrow then.”
“Every day!”
“All summer long!”
“And after that! Forever!”
“Agreed!”
We laughed.
We honestly planned to just rest on the beach and go home, but an hour later we got excited again and did the fifth round.
And then we went home, for tomorrow.
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