So pink! Sex She could feel Chris pressing the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina. Cherry? Only a month ago, she had turned thirteen years old. They were sensitive and she shivered as the wind chilled them. She was at loss of words. “Hold her down, boys!” the ringleader commanded. She didn’t want to assess the pain but looking down Cathie realized she was bleeding. Another two held her legs to the earth. Instinctively, Cathie began to kick and scream; twisting and turning under the weight of the boy’s body. “Just rip it off!” a boy next to him yelled. Pussy? Pop? Cathie closed her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream. Then she gathered her belongings and got dressed. Yet, somehow, strangely, it felt— good. Cathie in a light blue cardigan, white shirt, navy blue skirt, white socks with frills and black slippers. Chris thrust his crotch forward and Cathie let out another scream as she felt his hard, fifteen year old penis slide inside of her. Chris began to pump his legs back and forth, sliding in and out of her. “Quiet, you,” Chris leered at the boy, “These goods need to look undamaged when we’re finished.”
After removing her cardigan, Cathie watched haplessly through more and more tears as Chris removed her shirt.
