Molly gets humiliated

Spit and cum dribbled down Molly's chin as she struggled to catch her breath. The boys all laughed at her.

"You'll get used to it in time. They all do" said one of the boys.

Molly tried to scoot away from the boy who was rubbing her pussy, but he stayed right with her, trying to work his fingers up under the leg gusset of her panties. She kept squirming in an attempt to deny him access to her flower of love. Finally the frustrated boy got mad and slapped her across the face. "Strip, bitch!" he commanded. "Strip or I'll rip your clothes off of you!"

Molly didn't move fast enough for the boy's liking. She couldn't fight him. She knew if she did, she would get worse. Now all she wanted to do was survive the ordeal as the boy came at her from behind. He grabbed the back of her jacket and yanked it right off of her. He pulled on her shirt and ripped it down the back, then tore it free from her arms. He grabbed her skirt, popping the snaps and ripping it off of her.

"Will you look at that!" the boy exclaimed. "Granny panties!" He laughed out loud, as did the other boys, at Molly's high waisted pink panties that had red hearts printed all over them, complete with white lace around the waist and leg bands. Molly cried as they passed her around to each other, yelling "Granny panties!" over and over again. Then one of the boys grabbed hold of her bra as he passed her on to the next boy, and ripped off of her. Molly's naked tits now bounced freely. Her nipples stood erect in the cool air atop her large dark pink aureoles.

"Please stop" she begged them, sobbing, trying to cover her exposed breasts.

The boys pushed her down. Two of them held the struggling girl while another one carefully removed her panties, exposing her bushy, virgin mound. "These we will put back on her after we've finished with her. Whoever finds her will get a good laugh."