Chapter 1
"Jesus Christ, Mel, where did you get her?"
Owner and manager of Mother Truckers' Grill, Mel Wilson stuck his pudgy thumbs into his cowboy belt contentedly and grinned as he accepted the admiring praise of his two chronies. Wilson believed in taking advantage of the little golden opportunities which lady luck occasionally served up to him, and he saw nothing particularly wrong with the way he was treating the young waitress. Neither did his friends.
"The orphanage," he explaned, lowering his voice as the slim, curvaceous girl carried two cups of steaming black coffee to a pair of truck drivers seated at a nearby table. One of them muttered something obscene and patted her smoothly rounded buttocks, but the dark-complexioned young girl merely giggled innocently, retreating behind the counter to pick up her next order.
"The orphanage," puzzled Jeff Winters, the owner of the Knock 'em Down Bowling Alleys on the North side of Interstate Number Nine.
"That's right, my friend, the orphanage! The government takes care of 'em until they're sixteen, and then turns 'em loose. I offered Mandy a steady job, those chicken-shit social workers handed her over to me 'cause I'm an honest businessman, as simple as that. She's got a room in the back where she sleeps, and all she can eat, plus twenty-five bucks a week to spend. Pretty nice deal, eh?"
"For how many hours?" wondered Tom Andrews, the used car salesman from Honest Al's Reconditioned Used Cars, which was adjacent to the diner.
"About eighty," Wilson commented nonchalantly. "They don't learn much about life in them orphanages, and what she don't know about the Federal Minimum Wage Law, I ain't about to explain to her. She's smart as a whip, and she'll figure it out fer herself soon enough."
"Man, she makes me horny jes' looking at her," drawled Jeff Winters, shifting his legs uncomfortably to ease the pressure of his slowly expanding penis against his pants. "Where'd she get that outfit anyway?"
"Had it made for her special," explained Mel Wilson proudly. "When a girl's got a body like that, you gotta get some mileage out of it.
Business doubled when I hired her in the first place an doubled again when I put that costume on her last week. I sure do like to see them big tits bounce when she walks."
The three men fell silent for awhile, each lost in his own private erotic fantasy as they surveyed the sleek young body busily waiting on crowded tables. Mandy was the product of a brief and alcoholic interlude between a wandering Irish sailor and a Japanese prostitute in San Francisco, a combination of genes which had blossomed into an unusual but exceptionally attractive young woman. From her mother, she had inherited a dark soft skin and slightly slanted eyes which gave her a seductively interesting oriental look. Her wayward father had contributed a certain sauciness to her personality, plus an exceptionally keen intelligence. From somewhere, she had inherited a model's figure, with long slender lust-provoking thighs and unexpectedly lush high-placed breasts which swayed provokingly as she moved.
Unfortunately, the one thing Mandy had not inherited from anyone was money. The week following her birth, her father had shipped out on a China-bound freighter, never to be heard from again. Seduced and abandoned, her mother had deposited the infant firmly in the nearest orphan asylum, and returned to the practice of her sinful profession on the docks of San Francisco, also never to be heard from again. Mandy had been raised by the State of California, given a free public education as far as her sophomore year in high school, and then turned out abruptly to make her own way in the cold cruel world.
To make perfectly sure that her spectacularly voluptuous young body revealed as much as possible to the clients of the Mother Truckers' Grill, Mel Wilson had dressed her in a sort of modified bunny outfit, which consisted of hot pants cut as high on the thigh as the law would allow, and a blouse which was scooped as low in front as was possible to reveal generous portions of her sumptuous young breasts. Obviously in a costume like this it was impossible to bend over and pour cream into coffee without affording the coffee drinker the view of a lifetime, but Mandy had spent too many years locked up with other women to know much about men and their lusts or about the way in which a body like hers could provoke a man into violence. This outfit was the prettiest thing she had ever been given to wear, anji she was happy with it, relieved at being away from the severely moralistic social workers at the asylum and the long ugly skirts they had forced her into ever since she was a child.
"Hey, Mel, you had a crack at her yet?" Tom Andrews muttered, his voice thickened with lust as he watched Mandy passing meal orders to Krim, the young Asian Wilson had recently hired as a short-order cook.
"No, but I'm here to tell you fellows that it won't be long before I give her a try," whispered Mel frankly. "I been worrying about all them damn laws about statutory rape, though."
"Who ever heard of raping a statue?" inquired Winters, a little puzzled.
"Jerk! Statutory rape is when you fuck a girl who ain't eighteen," Andrews explained contemptuously. "But Mel kin do pretty much what he wants with this chick. If she complains, it's his word against hers, and they'll send her back to the asylum, or to the home for wayward girls, and she knows it! What the hell ya waiting for, Mel?"
"Now boys, you're-putting bad ideas into my head," Wilson protested mildly, his eyes glowing with sudden lust as he began to contemplate the project seriously. Of course, he had been thinking about getting his hands into her pants since the moment he saw her, but he had never before seen it as a real possibility. "Suppose she fights back? A girl like that can kick like a mule!"
"Well, I'd say if you had a couple of real good friends along to give you a hand, Mel," suggested Andrews lewdly, "They could hold her down for you. Of course, your good friends'd have to have some kinds reward, wouldn't they, Jeff?"
"Reckon they would," agreed the bowling alley proprietor. "Might be easier if we filled her up with a little booze first. She might even enjoy it!"
"Well, boys, I think we'd better have another round and give it some deep thought. Business sorta tapers off after midnight and that Indian fella should be able to handle the counter alone for a couple of hours. Man! I haven't stuck my poor old cock into anything that fresh and tender since I married my wife Costanza twenty years ago. And she wasn't all that fresh, now that I come to think about it!"
Mandy stuck her hands into the warm soapy water in the sink and washed up a few more plates as the last customers finished up their bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches, downed a final beer or.two for the road, and fished around in their pockets for the change to pay the check. It was not a bad place to work, she was thinking as she scraped a hardened piece of scrambled egg off a plate with her fingernail. Of course, the hours were exhausting, but everyone was so friendly to her here and the tips were enormous. Mr. Wilson had explained that naturally all the tips had to be divided fifty-fifty with him, but she had already devised a system for slipping quarters and half-dollars into her panties and then paying the owner only a small portion of what she actually took in. The young orphan felt a little bad about cheating Mr. Wilson out of his half of her tips, but Krim had explained to her that in Bangladesh, where he came from, waitresses were entitled to keep all of their tips. Unfortunately, in Bangladesh everyone was so poor, the waitresses never got any tips, but the principle was there, just in case someone did leave something under his plate in a Bengali restaurant. In Krim's opinion, in fact, Mr. Wilson was a dirty crook, who failed to pay them nearly as much as the law insisted they be paid, a situation which Krim accepted only because he was not a legal resident of the United States and would be shipped back to Bangladesh on the first plane if anyone found out he was here. And since starvation was the number one cause of death in Bangladesh, Krim prefered to stay where he was and be screwed. But he was not happy about it.
"You jingle!" came a harsh foreign hiss in her ear, and Mandy looked up in alarm to find the young Moslem next to her, pretending to wash dishes by her side in order to talk to her without being observed by the ever-vigilant Mr. Wilson.
"What?" Mandy liked Krim, and the two of them spent a lot of time together talking and planning for the future. Despite the fact that he was a foreigner, Krim knew a lot more about the world than she did, and Mandy valued his advice. Sometimes, when business was slow, he would hold her hand under the counter where the customers could not see them, and gaze fondly into her eyes, speaking to her softly in his chronically broken English. But now something was upsetting him.
"You jingle! Money in little pants is jingle when you walk!" he informed her urgently, and after a moment's concentration to unscramble his grammar which was as scrambled as his eggs, she understood what the young Asian was talking about. It had been an unusually heavy evening, and there had been more tips than usual. She had stuffed a great quantity of assorted coins down the front of her hot pants and they were jangling together as she walked. Worse yet, she had been invited to have a drink at midnight with Mr. Wilson and his friends, and she dare not jingle in that company or the owner would understand immediately that she had been cheating him out of his share of her tips.
"Oh, God, what will I do?" she murmured, scrubbing furiously at the plates so that Mr. Wilson would not accuse her of loafing on the job. A brassiere was the ideal place to hide things, but in this sexy new outfit Mr. Wilson had told her to wear there was no place for a brassiere and her succulent young breasts were allowed to bounce freely beneath the fragile material of her blouse. It felt good, but it also reduced the number of places she could hide things. Whispering to Krim that she would take care of the matter, the slim-bodied young girl quickly rolled up a paper napkin in her hand, and headed for the ladies' room. She could only stay there for a minute, since Mr. Wilson automatically glanced at his watch whenever she or Krim had to go to the bathroom, and if they did not reappear in sixty seconds he began to pound irritably on the door. The moment she had snapped the lock into place, she quickly undid the zipper on the side of her hot pants, drew them down around her knees and then began fishing all the quarters and half-dollars out of her flimsy, tight-fitting panties. There were about twenty coins in all, a real good haul for a night's work, and the quick-witted -girl skillfully arranged them in a pile and then wrapped them securely in the napkin, making an oblong package about three inches long. There was only one place on her body where such an object could possibly be hidden, and that was between her legs, so she positioned the money neatly between the hair-covered lips of her vagina, pushing it well back between her sleekly rounded buttocks so that the bulge in front would be as little as possible. It gave her a tiny, unexpected twinge of pleasure as the soft paper napkin rubbed insistently against the tiny pink button of her unused little clitoris, but Mandy was not experienced sexually, and the sensual spects of what she was doing did not occur to her at the moment. As soon as her precious little package was riding securely in her panties, she hoisted her hot pants back into place, and looked at herself in the mirror. It was perfect! There was no jingle or jangle as she moved, and from the outside, everything looked perfectly normal except that her mound of Venus might appear unusually large and enticing to a practiced observer. With a sigh of relief, she washed her hands, since Mr. Wilson was fond of listening at the door to make sure that she washed her hands after using the toilet, and went back out into the restaurant.
"You have hide?" inquired Krim solicitously as she dipped her hands again into the sink and finished up the last few plates and saucers. She nodded, yes. Everything was safely hidden, but actually she was wondering how good a repository it really was. Every time she moved, the tightness of her hot pants pulled the little bundle of coins further up into the softness of her vulva, and it was sending a strange series of funny little sensations rippling into her stomach. She was due to have her drink with Mr. Wilson now, and it would be disastrous if she could not concentrate and make a good impression on him because of this distraction between her legs! But Krim was beside her again, whispering incoherently and it was a while before she could sort out his garbled words.
"Mandy, Mr. Wilson is badness! At you he look always like a big crocodile look at little fish. You save you for Krim when is rich and he marry you! Okay? Make a great Bangladesh lady and live big house in Dacca! I have much loveness! You not give you to Mr. Wilson!"
"You mean ... go and live in Bangladesh?" she stammered, touched by this declaration of love, and not knowing exactly how to react. No one had ever asked her to come with him to Bangladesh before. And Krim was even poorer than she was!
"Krim make you princess!" he was vowing fervently. "Bangladesh princess with money from American! We live in big house!"
"Oh Krim ..." she started to reply, a catch in her throat as deep adolescent emotions threatened to overwhelm her, but her eyes caught movement from the table where Mel Wilson was sitting with Andrews and Winters. The owner of the restaurant was calling her over; it was time for their drink and she would have to postpone thinking about Krim's romantic proposals. Certainly, being a princess in Bangladesh would be nice, and Krim was a strong handsome young man .. .
"Well, it's little Mandy!" chuckled the plump, heavy-bodied Wilson lewdly as she timidly approached their table. "Sit down, girl, and we'll have a drink! No, here's a better idea. Let's go back to your room, eh? No point in having the customers see a waitress drinking, is there?
Might create a bad impression of the kind of place we run here."
Obediently, Mandy followed Wilson out of the restaurant's main room, through a storage area and into the tiny bedroom she had been given as a place to live. It was drab and dingy, but after sharing a room with four other girls for most of her life, the idea of being alone delighted Mandy. Wilson took the only chair while Andrews and Winters made themselves comfortable on the bed, motioning Mandy to sit between them. Innocent as she was, the orphanage-bred girl could not help feeling that there was something perculiar about this situation. Surely there were more comfortable places to have a drink?
"Okay, Mandy, let's see how you handle your liquor," announced Wilson grandly, almost filling a normal water-glass with whiskey and handing it to her casually! Unless I miss my guess, he was thinking lecherously, she'll get about halfway through that dose and fall on her face. If we can knock her out completely, then we don't run the risk of having her scream for the cops when it's all over. Goddamn! Why didn't I ever think of this before? And if she goes for it, I can bring her back here for a quickie whenever I'm in the mood and that'll be plenty often. It'll be tough the first time, 'cause she's probably as tight as hell, but once we get her greased up, we'll be on easy street!
Watching Mel Wilson serve the other two men, Mandy sniffed experimentally at the liquor she held in her hand. Naturally they had never let her drink at the orphanage, and she felt quite adult and grown-up, sitting here with a group of men and taking her whiskey with the best of them. When she actually tried to swallow a mouthful of the light brown liquid, she was surprised at how bitter it was, but bravely she choked it down, not wanting to seem ungrateful or unsophisticated.
"Come on, baby, drink up," urged Tom Andrews, a slender muscular man with long shining black hair and a hard brutal face. "There's more where that came from and it ain't everyday that we get a shot at Wilson's whiskey!"
Mandy grinned at this joke, showing her white even teeth, and tilted the glass again, noticing that the second swallow went down a good deal easier than the first. Her head was spinning slightly and the room seemed to have grown appreciably warmer than it had been a few minutes before, but the men were talking animatedly about business now and she reminded herself to sit up and look interested. The older girls had explained to her very carefully at the orphanage that her only job in life was to find the richest man she could and marry him, and this meant learning how to get along with men. With her looks, they had assured her, she would have no difficulty in finding a rich and handsome young man to marry her. These three men were all too old to be possible husbands, and at least Mr. Wilson was already married to a horrible lady named Costanza, but they would be good for practicing on. She smiled happily as the used-car salesman slipped his arm playfully around her shoulder, and blushed prettily when Jeff Winters told a joke, guessing that it was dirty even though she had not quite gotten the point of it. She took another quick sip, noticing that the men had all nearly finished their drinks and felt her head begin to swim pleasantly. So this was what it was like to get drunk, she told herself. Not bad at all, except that I'd fall over my feet if I had to wait on tables right now.
"You know, you're a real good-looking little bitch," Andrews complimented her crudely, his wandering hand making its way onto her thigh. At the orphanage, they had lectured her constantly about men making strange advances at girls, and it vaguely occurred to her booze-dazzled mind, that this might be the beginning of a "strange advance", but she decided to let matters go a little in order to be sure. She could hardly take a chance on offending one of her boss's friends if he was merely trying to be friendly. On her left, Jeff Winters was apparently trying to be friendly as well, since his thigh was rubbing insistently against the softly yielding flesh of her leg and he seemed to be looking down the front of her blouse as if he had lost something and expected to find it between the sumptuously swelling mounds of her delightful young bosom.
"Hey, what do you boys think of Mandy's costume?" inquired Wilson, trying to keep the conversation going as he pulled his chair up closer so that their knees were practically touching. "Shows off her better points, don't you think?"
"Yeah, great," muttered Andrews, refilling her glass almost to the brim. "But she's got it buttoned up too far."
Mandy took a quick drink of the whiskey, sputtered a little in confusion and looked down at her lust-inciting chest to see what he could possibly be talking about. If she unbuttoned it anymore ...
"Here lemmie show you," said the used-car salesman and quickly setting his glass on the nightstand, he reached forward and undid another button, pulling the lapels of the flimsy garment aside to reveal her golden tan breasts almost to her rosy little nipples. Winters seemed to be edging in closer from the other side, his hands exploring her thighs and Wilson had drawn the chair up so far now that her knees were spread on either side of his and she could not close her legs.
"No, I think that's far enough ..." she started to sputter, but the lust-maddened car salesman deftly unfastened another button and yanked her blouse open completely, freeing her two ripely mature young breasts. Acting as a team, he and Winters each seized a wrist and he ducked his head, clamping his lips over one of her nipples and sucking it furiously as she tumbled over backwards on the bed.
"Hey, I want to get into this act," shouted Wilson, seeing his friend start to take the initiative before the girl was properly doped up with whiskey. Leaning forward, he yanked down the zipper on her hot pants and thrust his hand lustfully into her panties, raching for the virginal orifice of her vagina.
"What the hell . . . ?" he roared as his fingers invaded the delicate zone of her pussy ami touched something hard and metallic.
"What's the matter?" asked Winters, who was busily caressing the girl's tiny brown nipple, quickly stimulating it into rigidity while Mandy moaned in terror.
The girl's mind whirled with alcohol and the sudden violence of this unexpected assault, but it struck her foolishly that the discovery of the money between her obscenely parted legs might just be the thing to save her. Mr. Wilson would be angry, of course, and while he gave her one of his customary ten-minute lectures on the virtues of honesty among waitresses, everybody's blood would drop back down below the boiling point. Mandy was still a virgin, so she had no particular desire to have her maidenhead ravished out of existence by three drunken middle-aged men.
Unfortunately, good as this reasoning might have been under other circumstances, it happened to be wrong upon this occasion. Wilson yanked the money free of the crotch of her panties and the napkin dissolved, moistened by the effluvial juices from her body, leaving twenty coins in the palm of his hand. Andrews, in the meantime had successfully wrestled her blouse down off her shoulders, and as the two men allowed her to sit up to face judgment, they slipped it off completely, leaving her stark naked to the waist. Her magnificently heavy breasts jed provocatively in the restaurant owner's face, but at the moment he seemed to take no notice of them.
"So, I've been wasting my kindness on a little thief!" he proclaimed theatrically, pressing his fingertips to his brow with a dramatic gesture he had seen in a movie somewhere. "Robbing the hand that feeds ..."
"So it's off to the Woman's House of Correction for her," interrupted Andrews briskly, seeing the game that Wilson intended to play, but anxious to speed matters along, since his horniness was reaching the unbearable stage.
"I think at her age they send them to the Home for Delinquent Girls," advised Winters honestly, and then realized as the other two glared at him that he had committed a tactical error. "Until they're old enough to go to the House of Correction," he amended his dire prediction.
"No, please," sobbed Mandy, confused and destroyed by all that was happening to her and unable to focus her mind because of the massive quantity of alcohol now swimming in her blood stream. "I'll work hard . . . I'll never do it again ..."
"How long a sentence would she get?" wondered Jeff Winters, winking at his two partners.
"Oh, considering her age, I'd say not more than four or five years," Andrews responded easily, his restless hands lasciviously caressing Mandy's quivering breasts as he deliberately terrorized the young girl.
"No... no, please, I'll do anything!" she sobbed pathetically, so distraught with the idea of spending the rest of her youth behind bars, that she was hardly aware of the fact that Wilson was down on his knees before her, wrestling her hot pants down off her sleek legs and then pulling down the fragile cotton panties which were the last garment she had to cover her nakedness.
"All right, baby, we'll give you one more chance. But you better be real good to me and my friends! Real good, understand?"
If Mandy did not understand now, she never would, since Andrews and Winters forced her back down on the mattress while Wilson eased the panties down off her hips and stripped her completely, the dark brown forest of her pussy hair directly in front of his lust-contorted face. The girl's firm young buttocks were resting on the edge of the bed while her legs dangled over the side, and as soon as Wilson had dispensed with her panties, he roughly pushed her long legs apart, lifting them over his head and positioning himself cleverly between her thighs so that there was no way of protecting the delicacy of her genital organs from whatever horrible ravishment he had in mind. Andrews, in the meantime, was obscenely sucking the turgidly swollen tip of her left breast, tormenting it unmercifully with his tongue, while Winters poured the rest of the whiskey down her throat jamming the bottle between her lips and forcing her to drink or strangle on the intoxicating liquid.
"How's it look down there?" he called to Wilson, who was feasting his eyes on Mandy's virginal little slit and unfastening his pants at the same time so that he could stroke his wildly throbbing cock into the proper state of hardness.
"Looks pretty tight, Jeff," Wilson reported as if they were a group of engineers analyzing a difficult problem. "Think a little work with the old tongue ought to put her in the mood. Hey, hold onto her, you guys, she's wiggling!"
Horrified by the savage strangeness of all that was happening to her, Mandy was fighting back with all the strength in her athletic young body, hopeless as it was. She had always known about sex, of course, since the girls in the orphanage talked about nothing else, but their brand of sex always involved wealthy young husband who did it very gently on satin sheets, after many many tender kisses. Having her clothes ripped off by three grown men in the backroom of a restaurant was not her idea of proper sex at all, but she was too confused, too drunk and too frightened to know exactly what to do about the situation except to wiggle and squirm like mad, which was precisely what she was doing.
Mel Wilson leaned forward, grinning like the devil himself, as he pushed his thumbs into the moist pink flesh of her naked cunt, and slowly drew the hair-covered lips of her vagina apart. Silently his head dropped forward, and the next thing she 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.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, not hurt, but totally unprepared for so strong a physical sensation. 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. And yet Wilson was doing it! Caught completely off-guard by this development, Mandy lay perfectly still, waiting, while the lecherous Wilson licked the length of her slowly widening slit and then suddenly stabbed powerfully with his tongue, burying the length of it in the warmly churning tunnel of her unused little cunt.
"Oh my God," she trilled as fiery sparks shot up through her stomach and Wilson pressed forward with his perverted attack on her genitals. She lifted her head up off the mattress, looking down at her breasts which were being sucked by Andrews and Winters, one on each side, making each of her tiny nipples feel as if it were about to explode. Down farther, across the smooth flat plane of her stomach, she could see Wilson's gleaming eyes as his tongue speared eagerly into the moistly churning 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 agony, and she wondered if she dared scream for help, or if attracting attention would only make matters worse. On the other hand, it was hard to see how matters could get much worse. The three men were swarming over her like ants, their hands and tongues roaming lewdly over every exposed inch of her nakedly defenseless body.
Wilson watched the girl's face carefully as he tongue-lashed her helpless vagina, wondering if it was really possible for a girl this young and this inexperienced to turn on. All they could really expect from her was mute tearful submission to their brutish desires, but what a gas it would be if they could get her aroused! She was already behaving very strangely, and maybe with a little extra effort. . .
Slinging Mandy's long lithe legs over his shoulders, Wilson plunged even more deeply into the vulnerable throbbing crevice between her thighs, his tongue beginning to wander far afield as he searched for ways to excite the young victim. Pushing her knees up in the air so that they touched over his head, his face dropped even lower, his tongue slipping torturously out of her inflamed cunt and down to the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhhh," she groaned in anguish as a powerfully strange series of sensations seared up through her belly. "No, not there, please!"
"Atta, boy, Mel," Andrews congratulated him, lifting his mouth momentarily from her stiffened little nipple. "She's halfway there!!!!!"
Encouraged, Wilson stabbed ruthlessly against into the sensitive little circle of tightly clenched flesh, chuckling lasciviously as he felt the girl's imprisoned body jerk helplessly as she futiley struggled to escape from this obscene emoxace. But even as she tested her frail woman's muscles against the combined strength of three robust men, the girl knew that something was going desperately wrong. She was too innocent and too inexperienced to understand precisely what these butterfly sensations meant as they fluttered up and down her spine, but her instinct told her that she had to fight back against these wisps of forbidden pleasure. Bravely she bit her lips, trying to hurt herself enough to drive away the pleasure but the tactic was unsuccessful, and what had started as a tiny tingling spark now began to blaze into a flame, a fire which threatened to engulf her entire being.
"No ... no ... " she groaned hopelessly as Mel Wilson savagely slavered into her wetly churning loins. "Don't do this to meeeeeehhhhh!!!"
But her protest was too late, even if the three brutal men had been in any mood to listen to her feeble protests. Like a dam bursting under the pressure of spring floods, her shamelessly aroused young body gyrated its way into a mindless fury of sensual movement. Her back arched as Wilson's tongue plunged heedlessly into her and the man no longer had to exert pressure to keep her convulsing, jerking legs apart because now they were opening up to him automatically. There were swords of wanton pleasure stabbing down from where the two men were nibbling wetly on her breasts and meeting somewhere in her stomach with the ecstasy spearing upwards from her ravished loins. Now she had forgotten everything they had told her in the orphanage about saving herself for the handsome and wealthy young man who would marry her. There was a terrible wanton yearning buried deep within her, and all she could think of now was the thick wet tongue skewering tirelessly into her quiveringly open young cunt and the evil pleasure they were giving her against her will!
"Boys, this little bitch is ready to fuck!" announced Andrews, a note of amazement in his voice as he studied Mandy's lust-contorted features. "We better get started, or she's gonna cum before we go."
"What d'ya say, Mandy," taunted Winters obscenely. "You gonna cum for us like a good girl? You're a pretty hot pants little bitch, ain't ya?"
"Nooooooohhhhhh, please," Mandy muttered incoherently, despite the fact that her desire-stricken body was very plainly screaming yes.
"Here, take a look at this, little girl," Wilson instructed her, getting to his feet and waving his long hard penis in her face. "Ever see a cock like that before? Or haven't you ever seen a cock of any kind before?"
The men all laughed cruelly as Mandy turned her head to one side, shutting her eyes tightly to avoid looking at the fearsome object Wilson held in his hand. Of course, she had taken freshman biology in high school and knew precisely how these things were supposed to work, but the inexperienced young woman had never before realized that a man's penis could possibly get so big! She had imagined them as being about the size of a finger, but Mel Wilson's bludgeoning rod was as thick around as the handle of a baseball bat and longer than her entire hand! She opened one eye as the men stretched her full length on the bed and Wilson knelt between her knees, taking a second look just to make sure that the liquor in her brain had not been playing tricks on her. No, there was no question about it. Wilson's cock was dangling between her outstretched legs like the sword of Damocles, the huge red glans pulsating with wickedly powerful lust. And he was going to try to stuff that rigidly massive object into the tenderness of her unused little cunt? No, it was not possible, she told herself wildly, desperately seeking some kind of futile assurance that this was just some kind of weird perverted joke.
But it it was a joke, Wilson seemed to be playing very much in earnest, and the girl tried to close herself up as tight as possible, concentrating all her energy in a desperate attempt to bar the way into her endangered virginal slit. But Wilson took his time, rocking forward on one arm and using his free hand to guide the hardened meaty tip of his cock into the moistly palpitating furrow of the girl's helpless pussy. Mandy twitched spastically as she felt his instrument probing its way past the hair-covered lips of her exposed little vagina, but Andrews and Winters continued to hold her tightly, their eyes bulging with obscene delight as the hotel owner tormented the pulsating pink button of her clitoris with the scarlet tip of his penis, forcing an involuntary groan from her parched lips. Wilson inched forward, sighing contentedly as he felt the warm, wetly clasping lips of her cunt fold lovingly over his penis as if the girl's body was welcoming him in.
"Shit, boys, it's like melted butter in there!" he announced enthusiastically.
"Come on, Mel, I'm gonna cum in her face if I've got to wait any longer," protested Andrews, who had by now taken his cock out and was using it to torment the tip of Mandy's left breast. "Or I suppose I could always give it to her in the mouth ..."
"Wait till I get it in," grumbled Wilson, who was encountering resistance as he tried to stuff his overheated tool into the girl's narrow tunnel-like cunt. "Don't want too many things going on at once."
Mandy groaned piteously, writhing in agony as Wilson bore powerfully down on her, putting all the strength in his hardened body into a do-or-die attempt to skewer this young virgin. The pain was bad and the young woman squirmed in agony trying to arrange her body in such a way that the hurt would be less. But with every move he plundered farther and farther into her, ripping away the frail tissue of her hymen in a series of short blood-thirsty thrusts which carried him all the way home, the blunt tip of his rigid cock slamming cruelly against the tenderness of her cervix. The girl tried to scream out her agony but Wilson slapped a hand over her mouth to avoid alarming anyone who might be eating in the restaurant and all that emerged from the girl's throat was a low, agonized moan.
"Christ, what a fantastic cunt!" Wilson proclaimed jubilantly, raising himself up on his elbows to survey the splendid but tortured body of the teenaged girl he had just criminally impaled.
"Well, don't talk about it, fuck it!" flared Andrews impatiently. "Jeff and I are going out of our minds!"
Mandy lay perfectly still while this lewd conversation passed over her head, feeling the fiery pain in her badly stretched vagina subside first into a dull ache and then slowly begin to disappear altogether. It must have been the whiskey, she told herself a little drunkenly. Or I could never have taken it all! Experimentally, she moved her buttocks, wanting to see whether or not the pain would flare up again, but Wilson interpreted this as a lewd invitation for him to get moving and he obliged, thrusting his sword-like cock in and out of her over-stretched vagina in a series of short violent strokes.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she found herself grunting as the two of them established a steady rhythm. Mandy had no intention of cooperating in her own defilement, but, for some reason, it felt better to gyrate her flexible young hips than it did to lie still. The men were starting to get rough now, but the girl shut her eyes once more as their hands began to roam again over the secret sensuous hollows of her voluptuous body, fading quickly back into a comfortable fog which was half-alcohol and half-sex. She had been on the brink of an orgasm before, while Wilson had been eating her sweet-tasting vagina, and soon she began to recognize the same symptoms starting all over again. Her legs began to jerk uncontrollably as Wilson raged over her, and her breath was coming in short, impassioned bursts as if she were running. Winters got tired of waiting for his turn between her legs and began to rub his erected cock against the softly yielding flesh of her'right breast, flexing his hips back and forth as he tried to make himself cum. Then, in a frenzy of desperation, he hovered over her on all fours and placed his quiveringly excited penis into her armpit and forced her elbow against her rib cage to enclose his cock in a warm, tight artificial cunt.
Mandy's mind was not working very well at the moment, and, submissively, she accepted anything this lusty trio decided to do to her. It makes no difference now, she told herself vaguely, since you've lost your virginity. You're a first-class little whore now and there isn't much you can do about it!
"I wanna fuck'er in the mouth!" Andrews grunted wildly, trying to position his body alongside hers so that he could shove his fiercely jutting pike between her open lips.
"Wait a minute, she's almost there!" shouted Wilson, fucking into Mandy's helplessly convulsing body as if his life depended upon it. "Goddamn boys! I'm making her cum! Look at her face!"
It was true! Mandy's eyes were focused unseeing on the ceiling and short mindless birdlike cries were issuing insanely from her open mouth. 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 epileptic fit. A fine fragrant coat of shimmering moisture had covered her tawny skin as the inexperienced girl raced uncontrollably towards her sexual climax, something she had never known before. There was a moment of tension, of straining, as she trembled on the brink, pulling with every ounce of strength in her body to cross the border into this strange new land of adult sexuality. Mel Wilson was delivering the finest fucking of his life for the occasion, determined that Mandy's first session in bed would be something for her to remember the rest of her life!
Inside, he could feel the soft, velvety tissues of her cunt growing strong and seizing him in a death grip of incredible lust, clasping and unclasping frantically as she slammed her sleek hips to meet his. Putting his knees underneath him and lifting her buttocks clear off the mattress, he fucked into her with a new kind of violence, bringing cries and sobs of frenzied lust to her lips. Closer, closer, she came, until finally . . .
It hit. The men all watched her face as she began to scream out the fury of her orgasm, not wanting to miss an instant of this powerful moment and no longer caring how much noise she made or who heard her. For Wilson, that scream was like a medal of honor presented by a general, and he felt the fire in his loins flash out like lightning as Mandy's body seemed to rise up off the bed and cling to his own with demonic strength, every muscle in her body contracted into virtual paralysis as the first orgasm of her young life ravaged her genitals with savage force.
"Christ! She's making me cum," groaned Wilson happily, feeling the interior muscles of Mandy's vagina clamp down on his wildly ejaculating cock with almost unbearable force. "Aaaaghhhhh, that's good ..."
It was just as well, in the long run, that Mel Wilson enjoyed his orgasm, and it was something of a pity that Jeff Winters was still two minutes away from his, and Tom Andrews had not even started because, in another two minutes, they were all dead.
"Syed Nazrul Islam!" came a savage scream as the door to Mandy's bedroom flew open and Krim, the young dook from Bangladesh, stormed into the tiny room. Having heard that scream and deciding that Mandy's honor was imperiled, Krim had rushed to her defense. What little English he knew had deserted him by now, and he stood there, framed by the door with a steak knife in his hand, treating them to a series of pagan Bengali war cries.
"Tajuddin Ahmad!" he informed them, hot mindless fury in his black flaming eyes as he charged forward, the knife already carving designs in the hot still air of the tiny room.
"Mel! That cook of yours just blew a fuse!" shouted Andrews in alarm as he sidled away from the enraged Bengali, his once-proud cock beginning to wilt in the face of unexpected danger.
"What the fuck . . . !" someone groaned, but Krim leaped into the air and landed on the bed with one leg in either side of the pile formed by the bodies of Wilson and Mandy. The girl was still in the dying throes of her orgasm, and oblivious to the confusion around her, but the three men were now actively aware of the danger which had so suddenly dropped into their lives. Winters was desperately trying to disengage his rapidly deflating cock from Mandy's armpit when Krim screamed another ancient Bengali war cry, bent from the waist and very carefully slit Wilson's throat, doing it precisely as he had seen his father killing sacrificial goats in the days of his childhood. A steak knife was sharp and sliced through the flesh fairly easily until the windpipe, which is cartilage and more difficult to cut.
"Mujibar Rahman!" Krim screamed, the muscles in his arms bulging as he forced the steel blade through Wilson's windpipe, sawing it back and forth while he held the man by his thinning brown hair. The blood poured out copiously, drenching Mandy and the mattress beneath her, and the girl began to come out of her private orgiastic cloud, realizing that something terrible was happening around her. She opened her eyes, seeing Wilson's gaping severed neck and Krim's maniacal eyes gleaming up somewhere near the ceiling.
"Krim! Don't!" she cried uselessly, trying desperately to push Wilson's lifeless corpse off of her blood-soaked body, but Krim's face was twisted into a mask of fervent oriental hatred for the man who had debauched his potential Bengali princess, and he was not finished yet. He would kill them all and then flee with Mandy. In his turbulent mind, it was all arranged.
Meanwhile, Jeff Winters slid off the bed onto the floor and tried to make a break for the door. If the two men had stood their ground and tried to tackle Krim together, they undoubtedly could have overpowered him, since they were each twice his size. But the grotesque killing of Mel Wilson had robbed the two businessmen of their courage and common sense, and they paid for it dearly.
Krim whirled, dancing on the bloodstained bed and leaped through the air like a banshee, catching Winters as he fumbled with the door handle. Seizing the bowling alley executive by the belt, Krim plunged the knife into his back, just to the right of the backbone. Winters stood still, moaning, as he got the message that he was not going to get out of this alive. Krim yanked the knife free and stabbed again, slashing into the vulnerable flesh around the back of the man's thick neck, and Winters went down on his knees, bellowing like a slaughtered mule. Andrews and Mandy both got to their feet at the same time, the girl stark naked and covered with blood and cum, and the man fully dressed except for his now-flaccid cock, which was dangling ridiculously outside of his pants. Mandy's mind was hardly working, but some brute animal instinct for self-preservation was at work in the girl's head, and she knew that getting away from this place as fast as possible ought to be her first order of business. She and Andrews both made a rush for the door where Krim was methodically cutting Winters to ribbons, but Mandy was the only one who made it alive.
Hearing noise behind him, the Asian whirled, letting Winter's body fall limp and moaning to the floor, and he caught Andrews in the stomach as the big man rushed him. The used car salesman stood there looking perplexed for a moment as if he could not for the life of him figure out how it had come to pass that there was a steak knife protruding from his solar plexus.
There was a pounding at the door, and Mandy ducked behind Krim, and twisted the handle from the inside, jumping out of the way, as four men poured into the room, all shouting at once. Krim ignored them for the moment, and concentrated on pulling the steak knife out of Andrews' stomach and proved definitively that used car salesmen have hearts by sticking the point of the knife into it. There was screaming and confusion from the new arrivals and the dying, and Mandy jumped over Winter's writhing form and darted nakedly out into the soft summer night.