Summer this year in the village turned out to be hot and sultry. The sun has scorched mercilessly for three weeks in a row. All those who were free from work in the fields and farms of the village disappeared, some in the shady forest, some on the river, and those who were just holed up in the house doing their living. And we, the healthy 16-17 year old “bulls”, are already bored with splashing, sunbathing, driving a tractor and doing other rural entertainment. I wanted something unusual, exciting. Most of us wanted sex, or at least a relationship with the opposite sex. This was the topic most of our patsansky conversations were devoted to.

I myself was not local, came to my grandmother for the summer holidays and was not particularly familiar with the village girls, but the local guys didn’t have much relationship with the local girls. The morals in the village were surprisingly strict. According to the unwritten agreement, each resident of the village watched the behavior of future brides, and strictly guarded against various inclinations, both from visiting and local suitors.

Urban girls came to the village to take a break from the bustle of the city and eat “vitaminchchiki”. It was a kind of “persona non grata”, they were not subject to curfew and general supervision. They were strangers. Therefore, it is with them that we all tried, each in our own way, to converge. But, unfortunately, everything somehow did not work. Well, firstly, because there were only two of them - Zhenya and Katya, and secondly - they categorically did not like the local ones, thirdly they were 16 years old, and therefore, to have a serious and promising relationship with them there was nothing. Therefore, we could only verbally discuss the topic of the relationship between the sexes, using in conversations heard from somewhere and from someone stories, tales and candid tales.

Once we were walking in the area of ​​the old factory with our “brigade”. Previously, wood was produced here — boards, beams, slats, etc., but the plant was closed for a long time, it was safely plundered, and the premises are now empty, providing local kids with an excellent platform for various games. And now, we have witnessed one of these games. Local “shmakodyavki”, judging by the homemade costumes and props, played, either in robbers, or in pirates. Many had wooden sword swords, raincoats, huge hats, tied heads, hands, legs, and eyes. We had just caught the moment when the gang of “brigand-pirates” attacked the escort, or “queen”, toli “princesses” and, with wild cries and screams, defeated the guards and captured two “princesses”. We immediately recognized the “royals” of urban girls, Zhenya and Katya. Apparently they didn’t really want to play, since they were completely without suits and their facial expressions, it was clear that they were more bored than interesting. “Probably my grandmother made me play with the little ones,” I guessed. Meanwhile, joyful invaders dragged the "captives" into their lair. To do this, they tied them with ropes, and put paper bags on their heads so that they would not see the road. The girls tried, it was, to express their dissatisfaction with the presence of strange-smelling cellulose bags on their clean heads, but some of the kids shouted: “But I’ll tell my grandmother that you haven’t played with us,” on which resistance was stopped. Merry company went to the building that was once used to store lumber. At that moment, the thought flashed through me: “What if, within the framework of this game, to free the captives? Perhaps this will help to somehow make friends with us girls? ". This is what I suggested to our entire "brigade". The guys immediately agreed and started throwing up ideas on what and how to do. As a result, we quickly portrayed ourselves as “King’s guards”, armed with “lances and spears” and went to beat off “our princesses”.We, wanting to determine the most opportune moment for the attack, crept to the gates of the warehouse and looked through the cracks of the gate. It was light enough inside, and we immediately saw that “our captives” were already tied to a pole located in the middle of the woodworking table. The girls were opposite each other, on their stomachs, their hands were tied to a pole, and their feet were on the floor, wide apart and tied to the legs of the table. I immediately had an association with corporal punishment in ancient Russia. Apparently, the kids-invaders were going to play in the Gestapo. I already wanted to go on the attack, but our ataman Yuri, pulled my hand and said: “Yes, wait! Come on, look how clearly they tied them, I almost see Eugene's underpants. ” And indeed, as a result of the inclination of the body, the hem of Eugene's dress rode high enough, exposing her legs. They were just great - chiseled, smooth, tanned, with round hips, the top of which covered the bottom edge of the dress. I wanted to blow through the slot in the gate and with a whiff lift the edge of the dress to see what he was hiding from us. Katka was tied to us by her face, so we could not see her legs, but when the girl lifted herself up on her elbows, the collar of her dress opened the upper part of her breasts to us, and we could see her most erotic part - the hills.

Meanwhile, the young Gestapo men began to portray torture. Apparently after watching heroic films about scouts, they portrayed torture with an electric shock. Zhenka was approached by a small hangman with bicycle spokes, to which thin electric wires were attached. It is clear that the wires themselves were not connected to electricity, but their very touch and movement tickled Zhenka terribly. She laughed and squirmed her whole body, demanding a very angry voice, to stop everything immediately, which young sadists liked terribly, and we especially, because as a result of her movements, the hem of her dress rode even higher and we all could see the lower part of her ass in white shorts

This sight very much excited me. And is it really necessary for a 17-year-old, almost mature child to get an erection? Blood from the brain immediately flowed into a completely different organ. My heart started beating more often, my head was spinning, my breathing stopped, my mouth was dry. The rest of the "guards" felt almost the same, except for probably Vitka, who was 16 years old.

Our ataman Yuri brought me out of a stupor state. “Let's go grab the queens!” He commanded. “Come, go, go,” - we perked up, and I immediately thought: “Why seize, when should we release?” But sound thought went out in my head as soon as we went inside the warehouse. “Everyone should drop their weapons!” Yuri shouted threateningly: “We are the guards of this castle! This is our castle! You are all our captives! ” I didn’t care that Yuri changed the script, what he said and did there. My eyes froze on the slightly open part of Eugene's ass and not only mine. All the "guardsmen brazenly stared at Zhenkin's ass, which was, by the way, put on display." Our invasion was so unexpected that everyone froze. And the “shmakodlyavki” and their captives, who couldn’t imagine such a development of events in the children's game.

Out of stupor, we were led out by a children's cry: “We are playing here! This is our lair! ”- tried to defend their rights Tolik, Zhenya's younger brother. But having received the cuff from Nikita, immediately fell silent. “So it is!” Yurka continued to orate: “Everyone who does not want to become our slaves, I give five seconds to escape!”. The little girl managed for three, having forgotten and leaving us her captives, apparently having decided that the "elders" themselves would figure it out.

As soon as they ran out in the warehouse there was silence. We were silent, because you can watch and silently, the girls were silent for reasons unknown to us. Finally, apparently realizing that we were admiring her part of the body, Zhenka began to fidget on the table, wanting either to free her hands or to lower the hem of her dress with her body movements.But the little “bandits” already knew how to knit good knots, and they didn’t manage to free Zhenya’s hands, and with her writhing she only raised the hem of her dress even higher. Yuri, apparently, either emboldened, or completely losing the ability to think soberly, with the tip of his wooden “sword” raised the edge of Zhenya’s dress and threw it on her back, revealing the whole of Eugene for us to observe. "You ...