Jack slid Arlene’s panties off with her pulling at his hands, trying ineffectually to stop him, Arnie protesting. “Look at that little pussy,” the larger boy said, eying the sparsely covered mound. Her pussy lips, puckered and sticking out in a little round “O,” glistened with moisture in the moonlight.

Jack pushed Arlene’s legs apart and prepared to mount her, semi-kneeling between her legs while propping himself on one elbow.

“Get away from her,” Arnie whimpered, but was afraid to do anything to Jack who glared at him.

Jack put his hand back on Arlene’s pussy, forcing her hands away as she tried to resist him. “I’m tired of this...