Bad Little Wendy

FORE­WORD
None of the boys listened to her cries. She was, after all, an easy lay.
They felt they could do whatever they wanted to do to her. They pushed her skirt up her legs and then ripped her panties down. “No,” she screamed, snap­ping her thighs to­gether.
But she felt a strong hand press­ing between her thighs, spread­ing her apart so that her pussy lips were re­vealed. She couldn’t see what was hap­pen­ing. There was someone rub­bing his crotch against her face.
She could ac­tu­ally feel the boy’s erec­tion through the fab­ric of his pants.
Even as she struggled she could feel the broad head of a cock press­ing against her cunt lips. She could feel the cock head spread­ing her open, for­cing it­self into her body.
Her tears were no good. They were be­ing wiped away by the pants of the boy who was in the pro­cess of for­cing her to blow him. No one cared about the tears of an easy lay.