My brother knocked once, then twice, and finally one more time.
A boy opened up the door, and saw me. “No way,” he pointed, “No girls.”
“Go away,” my brother shoed me off, so I went to the playground, and got the girls.
“Come on, girls.” I waved them over.
“What’s going on?” They stopped what they’re doing, and ran up.
“If you want to see where the boys go to play with themselves,” I lowered my voice, because there were other boys, and little kids around, “Follow me.” I told them what happened on the way.
Like it’s some big secret, when I saw my brother grab the nudie mags from mom, and dad’s room. He took them out to the woods, so I followed him. There, he found a cement box. I don’t know what it’s there for, but it’s just a big block, with a roof, and a door. I found out the secret knock, and everything, but it was right by the park.
“No way, boys don’t jerk off in front of each other.” One of them didn’t believe me.
“I know, that’s why they go out in the woods. Now keep quiet, we don’t want to warn them we’re coming before we get there.” When we got close, we zipped, and buttoned up our lips. So I snuck on tippy toes down one side of the path. There was 2 trails, with a little grass down the middle, but it wasn’t used as a road so long that tiny trees sprouted up down the middle. That’s how you know that nobody drove down it in a long time, because they’d knock down the sprouts with their bumpers.
Sure enough, a boy came out, and went around the corner. Holding his pants, one of the girls whispered that maybe he was just going to pee. The other girls shooshed her, but then Marla giggled.
“Let’s get him!” She yelled real loud, so we ran after her, and we caught him with his pants open around the sides. He dropped his pants, but Marla grabbed one arm, and I got the other, because I caught up next.
“What are you doing, let me go!” The other girls ran up, and pulled out his shirt, to poke his butt, and slap his cheeks.
“Told you he was just taking a leak.” More fingers pointed, and poked his balls. Pushing his wiener out of the way, so it flopped around, and they could poke his balls.
“Maybe he already finished.”
“MH!” He shook his head, but Marla had her arm around his mouth, like a headlock, but over his face, instead of around his neck. He had to bend over, because she’s tall, but not that tall.
“Hold him still,” another girl ran up with a stick, “I’m going to screw him up the butt.” Twisting it in both hands.
“NWH!” He tried to shake his head, but Marla just pulled her fist tighter in the other hand.
“No, just spank him, if you rip out his butt, he’ll tell everyone who did it, and we’ll all go to jail.” For rape, gang rape, all of a sudden, this was turning into a gang rape scene, and I didn’t want to be responsible for that, but luckily, they were happy to just slap his buns, and hand over the stick, for another girl to give him a swat.
He squealed, but finally the other boys came out, to see what was going on.
“What the hell?”
“Let him go.” I pulled Marla’s hands so she’d let the boy’s head go, but the other girls held him up.
By the arms, and legs, they said “No! He’s our hostage, so we’re going to keep him until the boys let us in their secret club.”
“Let me go, put me down!” The boy tried to kick, and struggle, but there were too many girls, and he couldn’t yank his arm out, without another one grabbing it.
“I have a better idea.” I pulled my dress up, “They want to see naked ladies, right?” I pulled my panties down. I just wanted to watch a boy playing with himself, and show my friends, because they never get to see it either.
Stupid nudie mags just show girls, and they never even do anything. They just look at their sex toys, and point them at there faces, with their mouth’s wide open. Pretending it’s a real dick, and talking about how they wish it were a real man, so she can suck his dick, and get fucked, but they never do.
I know how it feels to be a lonely girl, with no boys to play with, but I never intended it to turn violent. It wasn’t my idea to kidnap one, and hold him for randsom, so I had to think of something quick.
The girls laughed, and dropped the boy. “Yeah!”
“Wooh!” Marla pulled her top off, and her training bra to shake her boobs, and make them jiggle.
“Hey, Marla right?” The boys gathered around, and started talking to her. Feeling her up, and kissing her face, while the other girls gathered around, getting naked.
I heard the boy crying, and went around to see him crawling away. Holding his pants up, on his hands and knees, so I felt bad. He really had it the worst.
“Oh!” I touched his back, “Let me help you up.” He held his pants together, buttoned them up, and zipped the fly. Sniffing, but trying to keep a brave face, he couldn’t even look over at all the naked girlies, giggling, and squealing.
“Huh, had I have known they would have done that, I never would have told them where your secret clubhouse was in the first place. How bad is it, did they draw blood?”
He hugged me, and he even muttered “Thank you.” What for? I guess for saving him, and making the girls just spank him, instead of raping him with a stick. They didn’t even pull the bark off, so it would be too rough, and probably scratch him wide open, so he bled inside his butthole, and the dookie got in his blood, and he could die from it.
I sure didn’t want his blood on my hands, and that would be murder. So, I cried with him, and we went off somewhere to cry together. Far enough away that we couldn’t hear the girl’s squeals, and laughter, but they told me all about the orgy, and what boys they got to be girlfriends for out of it, so I guess it turned out okay in the end.
I guess it’s no surprise that the boy was Edgar, we fell in love, and eventually got married. That’s where you came from, but now I suppose you’re old enough to learn how your father, and I really met.
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