Chapter 1
About three miles this side of the southwest cutoff on truckers route No. 19 on the State highway is a twenty-four hour diner and behind it, a small hotel. All of this is inside a service station complex known locally as Johnny's Corners.
One of the unshaven long-haul truck drivers had just asked Dick Whitty, the owner and manager of the modern diner with the bright, flashing neon signs and the shiny aluminum facade where he'd hired the new waitress. "C'mon, man," he smiled, "let's have the secret. Where'd you dig up that sexy girl, huh?"
Dick Whitty proudly stuck his thumbs into his belt as he grinned, accepting the trucker's compliment, and he was receiving many since he'd taken Kiki on. And what a delicious teenage dish Lady Luck had served him for a change! Since Kiki had come, he was beaming from ear to ear....
"Well, since ya bein' so nosey and all that," Dick laughed, "I'll be tellin' ya. See, I got her out of a foster home kind of set up. It's like this. The kids get put in these homes until they come of age, then they'se out on their own, see. And if they wants and it's okay, they goes back with their own kin, but usually the kin ain't nowhere around and they're all out on their own." He nodded. "Like this one. So I'm puttin' her up and feeding her and just, you know, takin' care of her till she makes up her mind where she's goin'."
As the girl passed by from behind the counter carrying a tray with dishes on it, the truck driver reached out and patted her bottom affectionately. He grinned up at Dick who was counting receipts.
"What's her name, huh?" The trucker hadn't been east for several weeks and he'd just driven in early that morning.
"They call her "Kiki". She's supposed to have a lot of different bloods, born in Manila and her father was half Jap and something else and her mom was Hawaiian and English, a real mix up and she don't have no idea how the hell she got over here but her mom had something to do with it she thinks like chasin' after the Fleet, somethin' like that during the last war. Ended up in San Francisco and then back East up here."
"She makes me horny," said another of Dick's early morning customers. This was Clive Wilkenson and he owned the big hardware stone down the pike closer to town. He always drove out for coffee and cake in the morning.
"Yeah," continued Dick, "I didn't have no trouble gettin' Kiki. They knows I'm honest (he winked) in business, I mean, so they up and asked me if I needed some counter help and you guys know I did, so I said, sure, and then when I look up next, there stands Kiki. I couldn't been happier."
"Yeah," said Clive, "she's some looker. She really turns me on, get's me nuts hot, know what I mean." He whispered out of the corner of his mouth to the manager.
"Say Dick, where'd she get that classy costume she's wearin'?"
"You like that huh? Well, I got to thinkin' Kiki's got such a hot set of tits and those legs, why the hell not, so I got this see-thru blouse and those hot pants and they do the trick, don't you think? Shit, business, believe it or not, has doubled since I took her on back a week ago."
"Yeah, you can say that again," Clive laughed. "I don't but have to yank myself out of here to go back to the damned store. I could do that tight little virgin pussy all day and oh that ass and those bouncin' tits, oh wow!"
The three men fell silent for awhile as each lost himself in his own personal fantasy of Kiki's provocative charms as the sleek young body around the diner doing the various and chores and waiting on the tables and helping the other girl when the place would get At the cash register, Dick Whitty stared at her thoughtfully. He was interested in Kiki. She was the product of a brief but probably happy interlude between an English sailor and a Chinese mother. Before the family had broken and the misery began, Kiki had had many opportunities at her father's knee and with her mother to learn of the fantastic heritage that was hers. Kiki had inherited a soft dark skin and slightly almond-shaped eyes but these were blue. She had an out-going manner which came from her father who had some Irish blood in him, plus a serenity she'd inherited from her mother's forbearers. Her mother had told her that her Grandmother had been pure Hawaiian while her father had been Japanese and Dutch. These people must have enjoyed more than usual intelligence because Kiki was anything but dumb. Physically she had a model's body with long, slender legs, smooth, curved thighs and unbelievably beautiful ripe breasts high on her chest. Her features were unusually pixie and cute and she laughed easily and still had the girlish habit of giggling unnecessarily. Kiki wore her raven hair down to her shoulders and most of the time was tossing it gaily about as her larger blue eyes flashed and her carefully cared for teeth shone whitely. In many ways Kiki was very proud of herself and very confident that everything would one day work out. She was also a hard worker and could follow instructions. Above all, this fact counted highly in Dick Whitty's estimation of Kiki, just as high as did his approval of her innate honesty, a quality hard to find these days.
"Yeah," said Clive interrupting Dick's reverie, "that Kiki's really stacked. Don't mind me askin' but you been gettin' any since the kid hit the scene?"
Dick turned suddenly to follow the movements of a new short order cook he'd just hired. This was an oriental youth, a Korean, Dick Whitty believed and the manager of the diner still wasn't sure he could trust him; but then Dick was always suspicious of any kind of oriental.
"No, not yet, Clive," Dick answered. He grinned, "But shit, I ain't just never got the time and then I keep worrying about rape; you know they gotta be over eighteen and she ain't just quite eighteen and if she squeals, well, I've had it!"
"You're makin' too much out of it," said another old cronie at the counter. "Listen, Dick, no judge's gonna believe her word against yours. That's for sure. Shit, man, you been around these parts for a hundred years. You ain't got no reputation but a good one. They'd not take her word for shit, you gotta know that, Dick!"
"Now listen you guys, you're all puttin' bad ideas into my head," Dick Whitty protested but his eyes began to light up with a lust as he thought about actually fucking the delicious young Kiki. God, naked she must be out of sight. And those tits and what a tight happy little cunt she must have, he sighed to himself, his eyes glued to her shapely legs and the clinging yellow hot pants that out-lined the sharp curves of her pussy lips so gloriously.
Of course, although Dick had said nothing to his friends since he'd taken Kiki on, he'd entertained some ideas of grabbing her ass but in truth he'd done nothing about it; there was the usual problems, the time, the place....
He looked up at Clive. "Suppose she kicks up a storm anyhow and starts wrestlin' with me?" he laughed. "A gal young as this one got one hell of a lot of fight in her!"
"Well, if you ask me," chimed in one of Dick's friends, a guy who called himself Bull Cornwell and resembled a bull with his immense physical strength, "we could all hold her down for you, Dick, but of course you'd be good to us afterwards for the favor, now wouldn't you?"
"Reckon I'd be," Dick admitted. "Probably it would be easier for all of us if we kind of filled her up with a couple of whiskeys, and then hell, she might even like that. Other day I saw her sippin' some wine with the Korean boy and she liked that."
"Well, men," said Clive, "whatcha all think?"
Dick looked up and grinned. "Look, business sort of falls of tonight early and the night guy ought to have no trouble workin' by hisself ... and we could all kind of have ourselves a little party back in the hotel lobby, huh? What do you all say to that?"
"Yeah," said Clive, "we could put up the "Closed" sign and there'd be nobody to bother us. There ain't anyone livin' back there now, is there, Dick?"
"Nope, nobody. Ain't had a hotel customer in over a week and Kiki herself is stayin' in one of the rooms back there so that's gonna make it easy like ... if you know what I mean."
As the long day and early evening were on, Dick Whitty could hardly concentrate on his business. All he could think of was Kiki and her lovely little upturned ass, and those great bouncing tits. And as the time grew close he couldn't tear his greedy eyes away from her prominent pubic mound that seemed to be blinking signals at him as she tended to the diner's customers.
Kiki was in the kitchen washing some of the special glasswear. The other girl was taking care of the floor and the counter orders. Kiki was deep in thought. The roadside diner wasn't a bad place to work except of course the hours seemed endless and some of the work was even exhausting ... like the cleaning up before the early morning shift took over and this meant everything including the big greasy stove and every single cup and saucer, knife, fork and spoon and the entire tiled floor of the diner had to be scrubbed by herself and the Korean boy and then polished until they were supposed to see their faces shining in it.
Yes, Kiki liked working for Mr. Whitty even though he was harsh on her at times. The tips were very good and the patrons generous. Mr. Whitty had explained that all the tips had to be divided in half with him, but she had already figured out a little system for slipping quarters and half-dollars into her panties and then paying Mr. Whitty only a small portion of what she actually took in.
The young girl thought this was a form of cheating but the Korean boy, Joey Wang told her differently. He said that waitresses should keep all their tips and that in his opinion Mr. Whitty was a dirty crook who even didn't pay a fair wage for the work done for him. He claimed that even the cook was underpaid. But Joey Wang was one of those kids who was always complaining, always concerned with the downtrodden and the hapless of the earth.
Now he was standing next to Kiki at the sink, his back slightly hiding her from Mr. Whitty's view out at the diner counter. "When you walk I can hear your tips going jingle-jangle," he said. He knew that if Mr. Whitty knew Kiki was slipping the extra tips down inside her panties he'd be mad as hell at her and call her a cheat the way he did every other waitress he'd had since Wang came to work for him.
"Thanks" Kiki told her new friend. Since she'd come there to work from the foster farm she and the Korean boy had become close friends, spending a lot of time together talking and planning their futures. Despite the fact that Wang was a foreigner, he knew a lot more about life than Kiki did and she valued him. Sometimes, when business was slow or when Mr. Whitty was nodding near the register, they would hold hands under the counter where no one could see and stare into each other's eyes.
"You should be careful about the money, Kiki," he told her and after a moment she made up her mind what she'd do about it. She had by now stuffed a great quantity of assorted coins down the front of her hot pants and they were really jangling together as she walked. Worse yet, she had been invited by Mr. Whitty and his two .friends, Clive, the hardware store man she knew from town and Mr. Bull Cornwall, the boss of the mechanics at the truckers' service station, to a little private party in the hotel in back of the diner. This was to take place after the night shift came on in the diner and Kiki, for some reason she couldn't understand, found herself really looking forward to it. The very idea of it made her feel very much grown up.
Whispering in Wang's ear she spoke: "I know what I'll do about it. Keep an eye open on things out here for me, Okay, Wang. I won't be more than a minute," she grinned.
She finished scrubbing the last plate and then seeing that the coast was clear, she headed for the ladies' room. She knew Mr. Whitty would miss her but she somehow just didn't care today. It was a crime, Wang told her that she even had to think about hiding money she earned legitimately. Before her brassiere had been the ideal place to hide things but since Mr. Whitty got her the new sexy outfit (for business, dearie) and insisted that she wear it all the time, there was no place for a brassiere under the tight sailor's blouse and her upthrust young breasts were allowed to jiggle freely beneath the silky material. It felt good she had to admit but it also reduced the number of places she could hide things.
Once inside the bathroom and hoping Mr. Whitty wouldn't come over to start knocking on the door after she'd been inside for only a minute, a habit he had of doing every time she'd use the toilet, Kiki snapped the lock. Quickly she zipped down the side panel of her yellow hot pants and dragged them down around her dimpled knees and then sitting on the toilet with her panties lowered, she began fishing out all the quarters and half-dollars from the tight-fitting panties. She arranged these in a pile and then wrapped them neatly into a roll inside a paper napkin. This made an oblong roll about three inches long. There was but one place on her lovely body where such an object could be hidden and this was between her thighs so she positioned the money neatly between the hairy lips of her vagina, pushing the roll back in deep so that the bulge sticking out in front would be as unnoticeable as possible. This gave Kiki a tiny unexpected twinge of pleasure as the paper napkin rubbed against her tiny pink clitoris but because Kiki was a virgin and completely inexperienced sexually, she didn't associate the sensation with sex.
When her precious little horde of money was safe up inside her vaginal canal, she pulled back up her panties and then her hot pants. Checking herself out in the mirror she brushed her long hair with her finger tips and then experimenting, she walked back and forth, once quickly, but she saw nor heard nothing that would give away the location of the hidden money.
With a sigh, she washed her hands and then walked back into the restaurant.
"You hid it okay?" Wang wanted to know. Once more Kiki had her hands in the sink and was washing a new supply of glasses and a few remaining plates and saucers. She nodded that her adventure had been a success, but what she didn't tell her friend, Wang, was that every time she moved now, the tightness of her hot pants pulled the little bundle of coins further up into the wet softness of her vulva, and this was sending a series of little sensations rippling into her stomach and they were altogether pleasant sensations that made her pussy feel warm and her nipples tingle, neither of which she fully understood.
As she worked she thought again about the "party" with Mr. Whitty and his cronies. It would surely be a disaster if she failed to make a good impression on him and then because of what was becoming an insane sensation inside her pussy from the tip money. And the more she thought of actually being invited to a party of older people, the more truly thrilled she was. There might even be another girl there, Mr. Whitty had promised her.
When she whispered she was going to the party to Wang, he became terribly upset. In his bad English he tried to warn her that Mr. Whitty was the kind of man who ate up little girls like wild jungle animals, but Kiki had no ears for him this evening regardless of his passionate promises. It was true she liked Wang but in many ways she didn't understand him at all and most of all, he spoke English so poorly it was also a strain to try to understand him in the first place.
Glancing at the truckers' clock near the exit door, she saw it was past midnight and as Mr. Whitty had said, there was going to be little business from now on until dawn. It was going to be one of them "quiet" nights. She looked out into the booth area and there, way in the back near the rear door that led to the hotel in back of the diner, sat Mr. Whitty's two pals, Mr. Clive and Bull Cornwell, the boss man from the truck garage across the highway. Both looked happy.
As Kiki approached the table, her breasts swinging saucily and her yellow tight pants exaggerating her pubic mound more erotically than ever, Bull Cornwell greeted her. "Well, if it isn't our new little Kiki. Welcome, darling," he grinned affectionately "and sit down with us. We're gonna have a couple to celebrate somethin' they ain't got 'round to tellin' me about yet," he laughed too loudly.
At this point Dick Whitty came up. "Come on, all's taken care of. Hi, Kiki. Listen, we're going back in the hotel lobby. It'll be private there and I don't think it's a good idea anyway for any customer to see us out front here having a drink with a waitress. Might give them some nasty ideas," he added.
"Yeah, a bad impression," Clive offered as he raised up from his chair, drink in hand. Obediently Kiki followed the three men out of the restaurant, through a narrow corridor and then out a door and across the moonlit path to the hotel entrance.
Once decided they were in Kiki's room, she felt much better. Back in the foster home she'd shared a waterless room with three other girls and now this one had everything, including a private toilet and it was all hers alone.
The men made themselves comfortable on the wide bed while Dick Whitty put down the bottle and a bowl of ice and some ginger ale on the bureau. He smiled around. "We're gonna have ourselves a kind of nice little party, Kiki," he said and everyone raised their glass except Kiki who still didn't have one yet.
Dick Whitty made and handed his waitress a drink. "Okay, Miss Kiki," he smiled, "let's see how you like this stuff, hey?" Kiki took it carefully and brought it to her lips. Unless I miss my guess, Whitty was telling himself, Kiki would probably get half way through her first and tumble over on her pretty face. Then he thought, if she went out altogether, he and his friends could rape her with no problem. He preferred this to taking a chance she'd run for the police. He smiled to himself; and if she goes for fucking and I don't see why she shouldn't, then I'll just give her a shot any old time and grab off a piece when my peter feels like it.
He raised his glass to toast hers again and already he could see her blue eyes beginning to glaze. Sure, she'd probably be pretty tight up there the first time, but after that, the three of them, one at a time, she'd be perfect for him and he could give up the old bag he fucked down on the Royal farm any time he wanted. She was getting old and smelly anyway.
"C'mon baby," c'mon, honey," urged Bull Cornwell. "There's lots more where that come from, honey. You like the stuff? Makes you feel all good and hot inside, right?"
Kiki grinned foolishly at Bull. God, what a strong character he was, his shoulders as broad as a barn and his muscles like the strong man in the traveling circus. He was supposed to be the toughest wrestler in the whole country.
Now her head seemed to be spinning slightly and the room seemed to have grown appreciably warmer than it had been a few minutes earlier. But the three men were chatting lively about business now and Kiki told herself to sit up and look interested. The older girls in the foster places had explained to Kiki carefully that her only job in life was go find the richest man she could and marry him, and this meant learning how to get along with men.
With her good looks, they told her, she should have no problems finding handsome young men who had money.
But as Kiki looked around she saw that these three men were all too old to be possible husbands and she had heard that Bull was already married. But she told herself, they would be good to practice on and now she had a chance she'd never expected so she smiled pleasantly when Bull Cornwell put his arm playfully around, her shoulder. And later she blushed when Clive told her an off-color joke and she didn't mind his fingers on her bare knee, having inched them up from her calf.
Kiki took another quick sip of her drink, noting that the men had nearly finished theirs and she felt her head beginning to swim pleasantly. So this was what it was like to feel tipsy, a little drunk? No, it wasn't bad, not bad at all except she knew that if she had to go and tend to her tables at that very moment, she would probably tumble over on her face.
It was Dick Whitty himself. "You know, Kiki, you're really a good lookin' little girl and real, genuine sexy," he was saying, complimenting her as she'd never been before. At the foster farm, the people had told her constantly about strange men making strange advances at young girls and it now vaguely occurred to Kiki's booze-dazzled brain, that this moment with Dick might be the beginning of an "advance", but Kiki decided to let it go a little further just to be sure. After all, she could hardly take a chance on offending the boss himself when he was trying only to be friendly.
On her other side and still with his arm around her shoulders, Bull Cornwell was trying to be friendly too. His thigh was rubbing insistently against the softly yielding flesh of her bare leg and he seemed to be looking down the front of her blouse as if he had lost something down there and expected to see it between the sumptuously swelling mounds of her delightfully young bosom.
"Say, tell me," Dick Whitty yelled out, "what do you guys think of Kiki's new waitress uniform. Sure gives you an idea of what she's got under it, don't it," he said feeling a need to keep the dragging conversation going.
"It's the greatest," said Bull, "just the greatest, but for me, she's got it buttoned up too far," he grinned, nodding his head.
Kiki took a fast drink from her glass and sputtered a little in confusion and looked down at her lust-inciting chest to see what Bull could be talking about. God, if she unbuttoned her blouse even one more button ... oh wow!....
"Here, honey, lemme show you what I mean," Bull said after putting his glass down on the frayed rug. He reached forward and undid another button, pulling the lapels of the garment aside to reveal her golden tanned breasts almost down to her rosy nipples. Kiki gasped! Clive edged in closer and Dick Whitty dragged up his chair closer to the bed so that leaning forward, his hands were now able to explore up and down her naked legs all the way up to her white thighs.
"Hey, wait ... wait a minute, you guys," Kiki laughed. She started to sputter but the lust-maddened mechanic deftly unfastened another blouse button and yanked the garment open completely, freeing Kiki's two ripely young breasts for all to see. Acting as a team then, he and Clive each seized one wrist and Clive ducked his head, clamping his lips over one of Kiki's erect nipples and sucking it furiously as Kiki tumbled over backwards on the bed in an effort to escape.
"Hey, wait for me," yelled Dick Whitty, the whisky now burning his lust. As far as he was concerned he didn't think his friends' timing was right; that Kiki didn't have enough booze in her yet to give in completely to their lust-driven desires, but he wasn't going to be left out anyway. Leaning forward, he yanked down the zipper on Kiki's hot pants and then thrust his hand lustfully into her tight panties, reaching for her hair-lined virginal pussy.
"Shit! What the ... ?" he roared as his fingers invaded the delicate zone of her pussy and touched something alien to any girl's vagina.
"What's wrong?" asked Cornwell looking up. He was busily caressing Kiki's tiny pink nipple and quickly stimulating it into hardness while Kiki moaned in a combination tone of fear and terror and pleasure.
Her mind was whirling with the booze and the sudden violence of the three men assaulting her came as a severe shock to the young girl; and it now struck her foolishly that the discovery of the hidden money between her obscenely parted thighs might just be the thing that had come to save her.
Of course, Mr. Whitty would be furious and while he gave her one of his customary ten-minute lectures on the virtues of honesty among waitresses, everybody in her bedroom would be acting normally again. Kiki was still a virgin and she had no real desire that night to have it raped out of her by three drunken men, if one was her boss.
Unfortunately, as good as her reasoning might have been at another time, tonight it didn't work and Mr. Whitty yanked the rolled up money from her vagina and the napkin dissolved and broke up, leaving the damp coins in the palm of his outstretched hand. Clive, in the meantime had successfully wrestled her blouse down off her shoulders, and as the two men allowed her to sit up to face Whitty's judgment, they slipped the blouse off altogether and now Kiki was stark naked down to her curvy waist. Her magnificently rounded breasts danced licentiously in the restaurant owner's face but at the moment in his distress, he seemed not to notice them.
"So, Kiki," he roared, "I've been wasting my kindness on a little thief, huh?" he proclaimed, throwing up his hands, pressing his fingertips to his brow in a theatrically effective gesture.
"You're nothing but a little counter thief...."
"So, then it's off to the Women's Correctional Institute, isn't it?" said Clive winking over at Bull Cornwell and Dick Whitty.
"I believe at her age it's the Home for Delinquency," said Whitty. "That's a rough place and you're there until you're twenty one. No visitors either."
All three men were wishing the other up. If they couldn't get Kiki with booze, they'd find another way.
"Yeah, and the judge he don't sit around on cases like this. You go to jail, Miss Kiki, and from there, usually the next morning it's straight into the city in the black car and right into the cell with all the other diseased women. Christ, whatta life that is for a young girl!"
"Oh, no ... no. Please, please," sobbed Kiki. She was terribly mixed up and destroyed by all that was happening to her now and she was finding it hard to focus because of the massive quantity of booze now floating in her blood. "Oh, listen to me. Please. I'll work hard. I'll never do it again. I didn't really steal ... but I'll never do it...."
"How long a sentence you think she'd come up with?" asked Clive, once more fondling and caressing her naked breasts. God, they were lovely tits. He winked at his two partners. "How much you guess, huh?"
"Oh, takin' her age into mind," said Dick Whitty, "I'd reckon about not more than six years at best. One of his hands was lasciviously caressing Kiki's breast as he deliberately terrorized the young girl.
"Oh, no ... no ... please. I'll just do anything you all say ... anything," she sobbed; and her pleading was so pathetic, so distraught with the idea of going to jail, even for a night, that she was hardly aware of the fact that Whitty was down on his knees off his chair in front of her and was wrestling her hot pants down off her naked legs and then pulling her cotton panties down after them. This left Kiki totally naked, Whitty grasping both her naked ankles with grips of steel.
"Okay, baby, you understand, don't you, that I'll give you the chance you need but I ain't given' it to you for nuthin' especially when I got the evidence right here in my hand and I got my witnesses you stole it. You gonna be real nice and good to all of us or else it's the jail for you, baby, and that's a damned promise!"
If Kiki didn't understand Whitty then, she never would and she offered no resistance as Clive and Bull got up and dragged her back onto the mattress, the dark brown forest of her lush pussy hair completely exposed as were her lush breasts and pert, erect nipples. Clive pushed her knees up and Bull moved her again and now Kiki's white buttocks were on the edge of the mattress and Whitty was roughly pushing her long legs apart, lifting them up over his head and positioning himself cleverly between her open thighs so now there was no way of her protecting the sacredness of her genitals from whatever ravishment Whitty had in mind.
In the meantime, Bull was obscenely sucking the turgidly swollen tip of her left breast, tormenting it unmercifully with his rough tongue while Clive poured the rest of the glass of whiskey down her throat forcing her to either drink or strangle and choke on the strong stuff.
"Say, how's it look down there?" Clive called out to his pal, Whitty, who was now feasting his eyes on Kiki's virginal little slit and unfastening his trousers at the same time so he could caress his throbbing cock into the necessary state of erection for fucking.
"Oh, let's say it looks pretty tight," he said, "Yeah, Clive, pretty tight to me," Whitty reported in a solemn voice. "I do believe a little tongue work might juice it up a bit, if you be known' what I mean?" he laughed and the others joined in. "Get her a little more in the mood, if you all know what I mean? Hey, you hold onto her there, Bull, she might just slip outta your greasy fingers."
Kiki was horrified by the savageness of what was going on. She was trying to fight back with all the strength in her young body but the strength of the three older men was just too much for her. She guessed she would never win.
Since the other gals in the different foster homes in which Kiki's been 'a prisoner' ever since she could remember, had always been talking about boys and men and sex, there wasn't too much she didn't know about it ... that is, in theory. But most of their sex, too, was dreamy sex, in nice seaside hotels and mountain retreats with maids and sunshine and nothing like this sleazy hotel room in back of a trucker's highway diner. Nothing like having her clothes ripped off by three half drunk grown men and herself, too confused, too drunk to even know what to do about the situation except to wiggle and make noises that made the men think you liked what they were doing to you with their hands and tongues and the hard things between their hairy legs.
Dick Whitty leaned forward, grinning like the devil himself as he pushed his thumbs into the moist pink flesh of Kiki's naked cunt and slowly drew the hair-covered lips of her virginal vagina wide apart. Silently his head dropped forward and the next thing Kiki knew, the man's hotly piercing tongue washed over the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending a sudden electric shock up her backbone to the base of her skull. She screamed out despite herself. "Ohooooooo Aghhhhhhhh!"
Kiki was gasping now and the tongue continued and she'd been so totally unprepared for so strong a sensation in her groin. She had never thought much about being raped, but it had never occurred to her before that a man could force pleasure on a girl; but that's just what Mr. Whitty was doing to her and she'd been caught completely off guard!
Now Kiki was lying still, her eyes half open, waiting and wondering as Whitty licked the length of her slowly awakening and widening slit and then suddenly stabbed powerfully with his thick tongue, burying the great length of it into the warmly vibrating tunnel of her virginal pussy.
"Oh, my goodness," she cooed as fiery sparks shot up through her quivering stomach and Whitty pressed forward with his perverted attack on her excitingly wet genitals. Kiki lifted her head up from the mattress and looked down at mm her lovely breasts which were being sucked by Give and Bull, one on each side, making her tiny nipples feel as if they were about to explode.
Down further, across the smooth flat plane of her belly, Kiki could see Whitty's gleaming eyes as his tongue speared eagerly into the moistly burning depths of her hopelessly violated little cunt. The feeling of humiliation swept over her like the waters from a flood and her head thrashed back and forth on the mattress in a range agony, and she wondered if she dare ream out for aid, or if attracting anyone's attention would only worsen matters. On the other hand it couldn't get much worse, she thought. The three men were now swarming all over her like ants, their hands and tongues roaming and exploring lewdly over every exposed inch of her nakedly defenseless body.
Dick Whitty watched Kiki's features carefully as he tongue-lashed her helpless vagina, wondering if it was really possible for a girl all this young and this inexperienced to turn on. All they could really expect from her was mute submission to their obscene, brutish desires, but what a gal, Whitty breathed to himself, whatta gal Kiki'd be if he could get her all stirred up. Her tight little pussy was juicing up like crazy and her slippery pussy lips seemed to be teasing his probing tongue.
Slinging Kiki's long lithe legs over his shoulders, Whitty plunged even more deeply into the vulnerable throbbing crevice between Kiki's thighs, his eager tongue beginning to wander far a field as he searched for different ways to excite her. Pushing Kiki's knees up in; the air so that they touched over her head, Whitty's face dropped even lower, his tongue lapping, slipping torturously out of her flaming pussy and searching down slowly to the puckered hole of her virginal anus.
"Ohooooooo, yessssssss," Kiki groaned in anguish as a powerfully strange series of sensations roared up through her quivering middle. "Oh, but not there ... Oh, no not there, please, I'm sooooooo."
"Keep it up, boy," Clive encouraged, patting his friend on the top of his balding pate. "You're givin' it to her nice and good, bossman." He returned his mouth to Kiki's nipple knowing that his sucking and Bull's sucking on the other was all helping out as Kiki began to squirm and squirm and tremble on the bed, her little toes wiggling and her head with its long hair swinging savagely from side to side as the three men teased and tantalized her sensuous body.
"C'mon, she's gonna cum...." Encouraged, Dick Whitty stabbed ruthlessly at Kiki's open pussy, his tongue darting into the sensitive circle of her tightly clenched slit, chuckling lasciviously as he felt Kiki's imprisoned body jerk helplessly as she futilely struggled to escape from his obscene embrace. But even as she tested her frail young girl's muscles against the combined strength of three stronger, older men, the young struggling girl knew that something was going desperately wrong, backwards. She was too innocent and too inexperienced to understand precisely what it meant, these funny flickering, flitting sensations as they fluttered up and down her spine like butterflies but her instinct did tell her that she should fight back against these moments of forbidden pleasure. And bravely Kiki bit her lips, trying to hurt herself enough to drive away the pleasure, but this device was not successful and what had begun as a tiny tingling spark in her groin now began to blaze into a bright flame, a fire which threatened to rage over her entire shivering body.
"Oh, no. No, please," she begged. "Oh, yesss ... no, I mean, no No!" she shouted as Dick Whitty savagely slavered into her wetly churning lips. "Oh, please, Mr. Whitty, don't you do this thing to me any more. Stop it now!" But Kiki's protests were in vain even if the three brutal men had been in any kind of mood to even want to listen to her. Like a river damn bursting under the pressure of spring floods, Kiki's shamelessly aroused young body gyrated its way into a mindless fury of sensual motion. Kiki's lovely naked back arched as Whitty's tongue plunged heedlessly into her pussy and the man no longer had to exert any pressure to keep her convulsing, jerking her legs open and closed as they now did, welcoming in the savage, hungry stabbing of his tongue and his biting teeth. Kiki's tight little virgin pussy was all his and he knew that she knew it, the way she squirmed back at him and gripped his head and scratched his cheeks as she pressured her soaking wet pussy into his face with all her strength, her naked buttocks riding up and down on the bed, slapping madly against the mattress as the two other men sucked wildly on her nipples and squeezed and massaged and even slapped her beautiful breasts.
The swords of wanton, debauched pleasure were stabbing at Kiki from almost every direction now and in her rumbling stomach there was an ecstasy spearing upwards from her ravished loins. Now she had forgotten everything they had told her at any of the many foster homes about saving herself for some handsome, wealthy young city man who would take her away to some foreign country and marry her.
There was a terrible yearning buried deep within Kiki and all she could, think of now was the thick wet tongue skewering tirelessly into her quiveringly open young cunt and the exquisite evil pleasure all three men were giving her quite against all the will power she possessed to want to escape.
"You know somethin', you guys," said Clive, "this little gal's just dyin' to fuck -the way she's wigglin that cute little ass. Maybe we should be thinkin' of getting started afore she starts poppin' off herself, huh?" Clive had never witnessed a scene like this, a young naked girl wiggling as one man sucked her and two others did anything they wanted to her luscious tits, even squeezing them hard.
"What you say, Kiki?" asked Bull, "You gonna cum for us like a nice little girl, huh." His sweaty face was over hers, his eyes leering, his tongue washing across his parched lips. "You're little pussy's really on fire, baby, and even Dick here can't put it out with just his tongue."
"Oh ... noooooo, please," yelled Kiki. "Oh, God, no ... noooo, oh never...." Kiki was drooling from the corners of her mouth as she kept rotating and gyrating her hips as Dick Whitty's tongue continued to ravish her gentle pussy and swirl deep in and out of it like some kind of a maddened cork screw, and the more Kiki screamed and complained as Clive and Bull caressed and stroked her trembling body, the more she really yearned for the "fire hoses" than just the tongue, although she would surely die if that was taken away from her right at the moment.
Clive got to his feet and with a gesture that startled both his companions who couldn't believe old-fashioned Clive could act like this, even with half a bottle of whisky inside his belly, he whipped open his fly and out leaped his long, thick penis, one of the largest Dick Whitty had ever seen and, as far as Bull Cornwell was concerned, much longer than his own and larger still than he had ever thought of Clive possessing. Bull's eye caught Dick's and both men shook their heads solemnly, Bull rolling his eyes.
"Hey little gal," Clive was saying drunkenly, "take yourself a good long look at this piece of meat, ever see anythin' like this all you born days?"
This remark brought on cruel laughter from Bull and Dick and Kiki turned her head to one side, shutting her eyes tightly to avoid looking at the fearsome object Clive was swinging heavily back and forth in his hand.
Of course Kiki knew what it was. She seen a male's penis before, but mostly in pictures but she'd never seen a "live" one like this. To Kiki, it's size was fantastic and unreal, as thick around as the handle of a kid's baseball bat and longer than she dared believe possible.
Kiki opened one eye as the three men stretched her full length out on the bed and Dick Whitty climbed up on the bed and kneeled between her open thighs to take a second good look. He had never seen a pussy filled up with so much thick juice and right before his eyes he could see it twitching and oozing like crazy. God, she was dyin' to get fucked and she couldn't keep her hips still and she was moaning and whimpering all the time.
Then Whitty kneeled up and with a little struggle and losing his balance, he managed to get naked. Now he was back over Kiki's squirming, waiting body, her legs spread wide open, her buttocks raised just an inch or so up off the mattress in which her ravishers knew to be the position of anticipation, as if her pussy lips were begging aloud for contact and penetration of a huge, erect penis.
Kiki looked down at the rigidly massive object and shook her head. No, it was impossible that such a long thick object could be shoved all the way up inside her pussy ... this was all some kind of wild joke. She was experiencing a real live nightmare here on her own bed in the little hotel in back of the roadside diner.
But in her heart Kiki knew it wasn't a joke. Whitty seemed to be playing for real and the girl tried to close herself up as tightly as possible, concentrating all her energy in a desperate attempt to bar the way into her endangered vaginal slit. But Whitty was taking his good old time, rocking forward on one arm and using his free hand to guide the hardened meaty tip of his huge cock into the moistly palpitating furrow of the girl's helpless pussy.
Kiki twitched spasmodically as she felt his tool probing its way past the hairy lips of her exposed vagina, but Bull and Clive continued to hold her tightly, their eyes bulging with obscene, perverse delight as the diner owner tormented the pulsating pink button of her clitoris with the scarlet tip of his penis, forcing an involuntary moan from Kiki's tightly pressed lips. Then Whitty fell forward, sighing as he suddenly felt the warm, wetly clasping lips of Kiki's cunt fold lovingly over his penis as if the girl's young body was welcoming him home at last.
"Hell, man," he roared, "this little pussy's like melted butter. It's gorgeous!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.
"C'mon, Dick," Clive complained, "I'm gonna cum in my fist if you don't git a move on somehow." All this while Clive had been masturbating his prick with one hand while he fondled and stroked Kiki's breasts, neck and shoulders with his other. Bull was all the time trying to inch his long, hot hardness between Kiki's lips or he was rubbing the wet tip of his penis over her hardened nipples.
"Christ keep your shirt on, man," said Dick Whitty in no need to hurry. After all, he was the boss and he did come first and it wasn't quite as easily as he'd first hoped; he was encountering some resistance from her tight slit, the deeper in his thick tool penetrated.
Kiki was moaning and groaning and writhing in agony as Whitty bore powerfully down on her body, putting all the strength in his ageing body in an attempt to skewer this delightfully young virgin. The pain was agonizing and Kiki was trembling and trying to arrange her helpless body in a position that would be less painful. But with every move, Whitty plundered farther and farther up into her belly, ripping away the frail tissue of her hymen in a series of short, blood-thirsty thrusts that carried his rock-hard flesh pole all the way home up her vagina to the blunt end of her tender cervix.
Kiki was screaming now at the top of her lungs as Bull tried to shut her mouth with his ham-like fist. Clive was slapping her face trying to quiet her and was wondering if anyone eating in the restaurant could hear what was going on. Some of Kiki's wild screams were blood curdling, like a wounded tigress, but now, after Bull was holding her mouth shut, all the sounds that emerged were low, agonized moans and whimperings and when he'd remove the hand for a moment to let her breathe, deep sobs.
"God, what a piece of ass!" Whitty exclaimed. He was jubilant now, raising his body on his elbows to survey the wonderful sight before his eyes, the tortured, writhing pig-stuck body of his waitress now brutally impaled on his deeply penetrating prick.
"Well, don't just talk about it, Dick," Clive implored, "c'mon, fuck her and give us a shot at her. You promised us, you know."
Kiki lay perfectly quiet while this lewd conversation passed, feeling the fiery pain in her badly stretched vagina subside first into a dull ache and then slowly begin to disappear altogether. It must be the effect of the whisky, she kept telling herself, wondering whether she wished she had drunk it or not. Kiki couldn't make up her mind because everything was quite all that miserable most of the time.
Experimentally Kiki moved her buttocks to see if the pain in her deflowered pussy would return and Dick Whitty immediately understood this to mean she wanted more and he reared up and let her have a long series of short jabs that sent her howling in anguish and trying to escape his jabbing penis as it shot pain after pain into her extraordinarily sensitive vaginal passage. His short, violent strokes were almost killing her and Kiki screamed again and again and Clive's hand and Bull's hand over her mouth did little to muffle the loud, strident cries.
"Oh! Ohoooo! Oh! Ohoooo! Oh! Ohoooo!" came the wild screams as Kiki found herself fucking back on his plummeting penis in hopes of easing the intense, almost exquisite pain that always came close to being pleasurable but always missed. Kiki had no intention of cooperating with Whitty but it eased the pain in her slit when she did work in rhythm with him, gyrating and rotating her flexible young hips and grinding and humping back and forth as the other two men constantly caressed, bit and chewed on her perspiration-soaked breasts and sensitive nipples, their hands roaming all over the secret sensuous hollows of Kiki's voluptuous body, as she faded in and out of a foggy half-alcoholic and half-sexually crazed condition, the latter striking her when the intense pain would suddenly go away and she'd find herself on the brink of what seemed to be a pounding orgasm that built up from her wiggling toes, similar to the nearness to orgasm she'd felt before when Dick Whitty had been sucking and licking her pussy so passionately.
Now Kiki's legs were beginning to jerk uncontrollably as Whitty raged over her, Kiki's breath coming in short, impassioned bursts as if she'd been running uphill. Whitty was fucking like the veritable jack rabbit and at the head of the bed, Bull, tiring of waiting for his chance at the deliciously naked girl, was rubbing his huge penis against the softly yielding flesh of Kiki's right breast, flexing his hips back and forth as he tried desperately to shoot off his sperm over the silky smoothness of her lovely breast. Then in a frenzied movement, he got up on all fours and hovered over her, placing his throbbingly excited cock into her hairy armpit and fuck-forced it in and out as he squeezed his testicles with his other hand.
Kiki's mind was not working very well at the moment and submissively, she accepted anything this trio decided to do to her. Well, she told herself, actually she had no choice but to go along with them, to wait them out and then see what she would do about it then. On the no-credit side she had lost her prized, precious virginity and there was nothing, positively nothing she could do about that now.
"I'm gonna fuck the cunt in her mouth," Clive was slobbering now, saliva leaking from the corners of his narrow lips. "I'm gonna fuck the cunt in her mouth!" he repeated, kneeling up and roughly grabbing Kiki's head and turning it to face his groin, positioning his body alongside hers so that he could shove his fiercely jutting penis between Kiki's slightly parted lips.
"Wait a minute, you asshole!" Whitty shouted, "can't you see she's about cummin' now. Jesus, I'm makin' her cum, don't you bastards all see that. I'm gonna make Kiki cum!"
Dick Whitty's enthusiasm was boundless and he was drunk on the idea of it all as he felt her young body vibrating under the punishing thrusts of his gigantic cock-shaft now buried up to the hilt inside her trembling vagina. He was huffing and snorting like an enraged bull, hot steam literally puffing out of his engorged nostrils, his huge face flushed red with blood and now and then his bird-like eyes threatening to explode in their sockets from the extreme pressure he was exerting.
And it seemed true that he was going to make the squirming young girl cum. Kiki's eyes were focused unseeing on the ceiling and short mindless bird-like cries were insuring insanely from her open lips. There was a savage animal desire which had occupied her alcohol-drugged body like a demon and her muscles jerked convulsively as if she were in the throes of an orgasmic seizure. A fine fragrant coat of shimmering moisture was covering her skin as the inexperienced girl raced recklessly towards a sexual climax, an event she had never known. This was a moment of extreme tension, of straining as she quivered on the brink, every muscle in her straining body alive and either pushing or pulling her into a cataclysmic orgasm and Dick Whitty knew just what he was doing as he gauged her reactions and force-fucked or pushed and pulled his cock in different rhythms he knew would result in a blinding orgasmic explosion for the young girl. And he could take the credit not only for stealing her virginity but for giving the young beautiful girl her first real orgasm. What a feather in his cap this would be and he had witnesses to prove it!
Inside Kiki's tender pussy he could feel the soft, velvety tissues of her cuntal wall growing stronger, and seizing his cock in a death grip of incredible lust, clasping and unclasping frantically as she slammed her sleek hips up to meet his.
Putting his knees underneath him and lifting her buttocks clear off the mattress, he now fucked up into Kiki with a new kind of violence, bringing cries and sobs of frenzied lust to her parched lips ... Closer and closer and closer she came ... until finally ... finally ... ... the orgasm struck like a storm! Kiki wailed out into the night with a moan so loud and piercing it startled insects into silence. A man out in the restaurant dropped his soup spoon! In the hotel room, the men all watched Kiki's tortured face as she began to ride out the full fury of the stormy orgasm not wanting to miss a second of this magnificent moment and none of them caring any longer how much noise the screaming girl made as she thrashed and flailed on the bed, swinging her head to and fro as if to shake it off her shoulders, her lips parted and her steady wail issuing forth and ricocheting off the wallpaper.
For Dick Whitty her pleasurable moans were like medals of honor presented by a general and he felt the fire in his own loins flash out like lightning as Kiki's body seemed to rise up off the bed and cling to his own with demonic strength.
"Oh Christ, man," Whitty yelled, "she's makin' me cum now. Oh, Christ in heaven!" he was groaning happily, feeling the interior muscles of Kiki's vagina clamp down on his wildly ejaculating cock with an almost unbearable force.
"Oohooooooooo, Goooooooood ... Oh, GOD!" he shouted as his penis spurted again and again into Kiki's throbbing, pulsating pussy, Kiki fucking back and squeezing and scratching his flesh with her fingernails until blood almost appeared.
In the long run the Fates were more or less on the job seeing to it that Dick Whitty did have his much hungered-for orgasm with Kiki. But supposedly, Fate could have paid a little more attention to the crying physical needs of Clive and Bull because within the pace of the next two minutes or so, both were to die violently but at the moment of Dick Whitty's exploding penis this fact was as distant from the thoughts of either as the moon is from the Earth.
Suddenly a savage howl filled up Kiki's little hotel room. The door burst open and wooden splinters flew every which way as Wang, the Korean boy blasted into the room screaming like some jungle dragon with eyes flaming. Having heard Kiki's loud moans and having finally decided what was bringing them on, Wang gathered up his anger and his insane jealousy over Kiki and arming himself with a butcher knife from the diner's kitchen, literally flew across the distance between the diner and the little hotel to the rear of it. Minutes before, the only noise had been that of the diesel trucks flying by in the silent darkness, sounding a "hi, out there" with their air horns as they passed the lighted diner. Contrasted with this, the Korean boy's savage war cries can hardly be described.
Now framed by the shattered door, the gleaming butcher knife in one hand, he resembled an oriental warrior on the warpath, his black flaming eyes sweeping the room, darting over Kiki's naked form, over the naked bodies of Clive, Bull and Dick Whitty.
"Looks like your dishwasher's blown a fuse, huh?" said Clive rather nonchalantly. Clive was never the one to get excited easily, but he wasn't taking his eyes away from Wang as he stood there glaring, moving the butcher knife back and forth slowly.
"Oh what the hell," Bull said and stood up and was about to reach for his pants when Wang leaped from the broken door almost over to the bed. He landed right next to the top of the bed and looked down at Kiki. The girl was still in the throes of her violent orgasm and she was oblivious to the confusion around her, but the three men were now more actively aware of some impending danger to their lives as they became conscious that Wang's presence meant some kind of business they didn't want to fully understand. Bull decided to ignore him and his gleaming knife and Clive just hoped, as Clive always did, that whatever it was, it would just go away....
As Dick Whitty was leaning back, wiping his cream-soaked penis on the sheet, Wang suddenly lunged forward and even before Whitty could utter a scream or raise his hands to protect himself, Wang very carefully, very precisely slit the older man's throat. Blood gushed out and splattered everything. Whitty's eyes hardly moved and when they did, Clive could see that Whitty didn't believe he'd just got his throat cut.
Wang screamed another jungle cry and then rearing up and standing with his legs spread, used two hands to drive the dripping butcher knife between Whitty's shoulder blades ... at which time Dick Whitty finally crumbled and fell forward, blood spraying from his throat and splashing all over Kiki's nakedness as she fought to get off the bed, becoming drenched with bright red blood. by now Kiki knew something unusual was happening and she fought to keep her eyes open, the alcohol now making her more and more sleepier; and when she finally recognized that Mr. Whitty's throat was cut and was now watching helplessly as her friend from the diner's kitchen, Wang, was stabbing a long knife in and out of Mr. Whitt's back and more and more blood was gushing, she cried out in protest but Wang was far from hearing anything. He was out to avenge Kiki and this was precisely what he was doing!
At this moment, still unable, to believe his eyes, Clive was racing into his clothing and getting ready to make a mad dash for the broken door. He kept hoping someone would come in to help but no one came. At last he darted for the door and Wang leaped off his feet, flying, after him until he caught him in a flying tackle by the door.
In a matter of seconds big Bull Cornwell was also dressed and numbed by what had just happened before his eyes -the cold blooded murder of Dick Whitty by the insane Korean dishwasher -so he started for the door. At this point, had either Clive or Bull had any presence of mind, either or both of them could have clobbered the small Korean into the floor, but neither did.
Wang, gripping the knife with his right hand and using a swift right upper cross, sliced the blade into Clive's stomach. The man doubled over, howling in pain. He just couldn't believe all this, Kiki over on the bed, drenched in blood, Dick Whitty lying dead on the bloody sheet, his head half sawed off his shoulders and spouts of blood pumping out of his naked back and now....
A wild second thrust of the wicked blade and this time with Wang standing on his toes, caught Clive right under his chin and a wide slash of flesh opened up as blood began to spurt. He slipped down to the rough wooden floor and into swift unconsciousness.
Without wasting another second, Wang thrust the long sharp blade deep into Bull Cornwell's heart. He pulled it out and then thrust it in again and again ... and soon all was silent when Bull's huge body collapsed onto the floor. Wang stepped back to review his handiwork.
At this moment Kiki could hear yells and screams coming from the diner and she leaped out of the bloody bed. She looked around for something to put on, but all her clothing was soaked in blood. She could hear steps rushing across the gravel. She took one look around. Wang was standing in the corner, leaning against the broken door. His lips were parted and his eyes looked sad and lonely. It seemed to Kiki that he had something to say to her but as usual he couldn't find the right words.
Kiki took one last look around and then, holding back an urge to vomit, raced through the open door and out into the soft spring evening....