It is difficult enough in our fast-paced changing society for a child to grow up under normal circumstances. At every turn, temptations arise, threatening to lure the child away from strict parental moral guidance into a twilight world of drugs and sexual permissiveness.
The situation is even more difficult for the child who is either orphaned or the product of a divorce and must go it alone without the help of parents, relatives or close friends.
Such a situation is that of our story's heroine, "Kiki", a stunningly attractive teenager, born in The Philippines of mixed Japanese-Polynesian parents and brought up in a foster home in the United States. It is when she is released from the foster home at seventeen to work as a waitress in a 24-hour diner and truckers stop that she is exposed to the harsh world of reality. Immediately her grasping boss exploits her, demanding half of her tips, and then schemes to rob her of her virginity with the help of two of his older coarse friends Bull Corn well, a service station mechanics' boss, and Clive Wilkinsen, a hardware store owner.
Through the skillful use of hard liquor and intimidation, the men succeed in raping her, only to have their pleasures short-lived.
The frightened young girl escapes to other adventures, some tragic-comedy in their unraveling, but each bring her closer to sobering womanhood and the realization that her tormenting goddess-like body will never let men or herself rest.
It is rare that we, the publishers receive a work so strikingly stark and detailed, so brilliantly perceptive in its psychological understanding of human nature. The author has fashioned a narrative that we feel should be read by every concerned citizen in the United States, particularly by persons seeking help in understanding the problems experienced by many young people, alone and frightened, in adjusting to modern society and its inherent dangers. Due, however, to the sensitive nature of the material involved, we do not recommend this book to any but the most mature and liberal-minded.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
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, "s*he'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 - 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 outlined 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 1 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. Ill never do it again. I didn't really steal... but 111 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 futily 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...
Chapter Two
At Kiki's young age and because of her plain inexperience with life, juggling its problems when they all seemed to hit the fan at once wasn't easy for her. But she was quick to sense that the best place for her was not in that hotel room with Wang's bleeding dead victims strewn all over the place, and him, leaning against the broken door jamb, the bloody butcher knife held loosely in one hand, a silly dazed grin on his face. For the first time Kiki noticed his mouth was missing two prominent lower front teeth. Now how did that ever escape her?
Kiki was very much impressed with how much blood drenched her lithesome body and how it was already getting real sticky between her luscious breasts and even between her bare toes. Her cunt was also leaking copiously but she didn't begin to wonder what the combination of liquids might be. She took one faltering step through the door into the rear garden in back of the diner and then stood still as she listened. She saw the watering hose over behind the little shack and stark naked, the moonlight shining down on her lovely naked body, she padded on bare feet across the green grass, her young ripe breasts jiggling and swaying as were her delightfully naked buttocks.
It was a warm evening and the cool water felt good on Kiki's body. It was also soothing her shattered mind along with the surface of her skin and especially her tender pussy lips where Dick Whitty had literally bit hard on them at the end. Kiki, under the water, began to think with relative clarity for the first time since she'd drank that first glass of whiskey.
Wang was probably still inside killing more people, protecting her reputation when he should have beat it as she had done. She couldn't understand that boy, his affection, his sense of honor for her and his almost patronly-like supervision of her daily life. But she guessed all of that was going to be over now. If they caught hold of Wang, into jail he'd go, so the next best thing she ought to be thinking about she told herself was to look for a way out for herself - and that meant something to wear on her completely naked body. Suddenly Kiki thought she heard voices, and quite nearby; so she hugged closer to an automobile tire and listened. There were two different voices.
"Joey," called out the first one, "I'm pretty sure I hear somethin' wild like goin' on over in that place which calls itself a hotel ..." Kiki guessed this voice couldn't be but three or four feet away from her. She glanced up. It was a panel truck and on the side was printed in large black letters: "MANNY'S & JOEY'S TRUCKING SERVICE - We go anywhere!" Turning her head slightly, Kiki could see into the side rear-view mirror and reflected in it were the heads of two young men both badly in need of haircuts.
"Yeah, and if you don't get the lead out of your ass and move this rig to where we're supposed to be goin', we're gonna end up with our asses in some clink on suspicion."
"Yeah, I know that," said Manny and Kiki instantly figured out he wasn't as bright as his companion who was sitting in the passenger's seat, "but shit, we ain't involved. We paid up, right."
"Listen, Manny, stop asking for it and get us the fuck outta here. I hear them sireeeens comin' even now."
"All right, all right," Manny grumbled as his sense of duty won out over his animal curiosity.
The truck's engine turned over and soon Manny was racing it unnecessarily, the engine back-firing and the exhaust even shooting sparks.
Huddled against the truck's side, Kiki was still far too shaken by all that had happened in the last minutes to be capable of rational thought. But at the mere mention of the police, Kiki shuddered and cold shivers flew from one end of her naked body to the other. She was shaking like a leaf.
She had to make a decision and she did, just as the panel truck started to back down a little to allow room for its front to maneuver out of the lot. Sliding noiselessly down the side, Kiki, with one leap into blackness, swept through two hanging canvas curtains and landed roughly on top of some cartons. She was grateful that in the darkness and in her fear she'd not landed on broken glass.
She was flung against one wall as the truck swung out onto the open highway and the two drivers, Manny and Joe, partners in the small, never-getting-anywhere business, settled down for the haul into town where they'd drop this load and pick up another for a quick return to the city. Once on the highway their usual routine began and this time it revolved around an argument over racing cars, a subject neither knew very much about.
Kiki was crawling around silently in the back of the truck when she found an old "movers" blanket. It was soiled, dirty and smelly but she couldn't afford to be choosy at a time like this. She'd have to make do with it but for the moment she tried to relax as the miles between her and the bloody murders back at the diner increased. She rearranged some of the smaller cartons and soon had a comfortable place for her head and if she hunched up and kept the blanket tight over her body she was completely unseen by the occupants in the front seat who were busily yelling and shouting at each other anyway and were now arguing the merits of Australian wolfhounds...
Kiki was calming herself, remembering that they had always told her in the foster homes that she was pretty and she would attract all kinds of men, but no one had ever told Kiki that she was a walking sex object and men could kill to have her for their very own. She thought back on the terrible way Whitty had assaulted her desire-provoking body, the way the others had chewed and nibbled on her ripely swollen breasts ... all these things would have to be avoided in the future because she told herself she couldn't possibly go through life having men stick their cocks into her anytime they felt like it and then having body wracking orgasms while she just lay there unsatisfied ... as she was now... and so desperately after the long sucking and fucking Dick Whitty had given her as his last act on the face of the earth.
Kiki shivered as she recalled the death of the three men who had been debauching her helplessly vulnerable body and she decided then that what she wanted most was a calm peaceful life and one with no scenes like those she'd just had.
Suddenly one of the men up front finished another argument and switched on the truck's feeble, static-ridden radio, finally finding a station to hear a sputtering announcer describe the fate of 25 people on a bus that fell into a canyon after striking a big black Cadillac fleeing a bank robbery where more than ten or so guards and patrons had been brutally machine-gunned to death in broad daylight...
"I guess we ain't gonna hear no news 'bout what happened back at that diner-hotel, huh, Joey?"
Joey snorted. "So what? Who says you gotta keep up to the minute with all the shit that's goin' on anyway, huh?"
"Yeah... yeah... but I wanna hear about it, dammit. It ain't every day I git close by somethin' big happenin' like what must be goin' on back there, all that wild yellin' and screamin'..."
Then Manny's day was saved: "In the suburban roundup of local news," the announcer said, "there are reports of a mass murder just the other side of the bridge going into the city. A knife-wielding man, described as oriental, ran amuck in an all-night diner killing the manager and two of his friends in cold blood. The police have no motives so far. A young girl, whose only identification is that she is totally naked, is reported to have fled the scene.
"In the village of Springville, the water... "
"Shut that fuckin' thing off," said Joey angrily. "So you heard what you wanted, okay, now let's get our fat asses down to business or we ain't gonna get this load into town on time and that means no fuckin' bonus ..."
Slowly Manny and Joe returned to another argument and Kiki curled up and tried to stay calm as she started off on a new life with no clothes and the police chasing her, the bouncing, swaying panel truck not helping matters very much and the argument up in the cab at times threatening to explode in violence until finally, one or another would give an inch and another argument would mushroom from the first.
Every time the panel truck paused for one reason or another, Kiki was ready to jump out, but each time she parted the heavy canvas curtains she knew she'd be seen and probably caught after only a brief chase. So she decided to stay and keep her fingers crossed and see what happened. Really, she had no other choice; she told herself this several times.
At one point during another ridiculous argument between Manny and Joe, Kiki saw the big guy (Manny) reach inside a cardboard suitcase she guessed contained overnight things for himself. From their earlier conversations the young girl had guessed they stayed over in hotels on some all-night trips. Maybe there was something in the small suitcase with which she could use to cover her naked body.
It was driving rain now and with both the men huddled close to the streaming windshield, Kiki gently tugged at the handle of the suitcase and hoisted it out from behind the seat. It was difficult to budge and quite by accident, when the panel truck swerved, Kiki exposed herself momentarily in the driver's rear view mirror. Manny immediately took his foot off the gas, did a double take, and then slotted the truck into the left-hand lane and picked up speed as if the panel truck were a jet readying for takeoff.
"So what the fuck's the matter with you speedin' up like this, jerk?"
In the rear Kiki knew. She knew the driver had seen her and had seen her clearly. His round eyes had popped almost out of his head and he was beginning to sweat profusely.
"You ain't gonna believe me, Joey."
"Yeah... yeah, come on, c'mon, why in the hell do we need to burn up gas this way, hey? Are you outta your fuckin' head?"
"Joey," Manny said weakly, Ribbing his eyes with his fist, "there's somethin' I think you oughta know."
"Yeah, like what? For God's sake, slow down, you creep, you'll blow us up!"
Manny turned his big head sideways. "Joey, there's a naked girl in the back of the truck and she just stole my suitcase."
"What!" Joey exclaimed. "Shit, I knew you were losin' your pig brains drinkin' all that fuckin' beer. I've told you a hundred times to lay off that beer when you're drivin'. Now slow the hell down ..."
Slowly, tentatively, like looking into a darkened room through a thin crack in the curtains, Joey saw her. A sharp low whistle escaped through the spaces in his front teeth.
"I'll betcha she's the one from the diner... like the radio announcer said ... all naked like and young and ..." mumbled Joey under his breath as he stared at Kiki who was cringing between two tall cartons.
"She couldn't have gotten on any other place, Joey."
"Yeah, that's right. This is her." Then the thought struck him. Could she also be a maniacal killer? A shiver ran up Joey's spine.
"Slow down," he told Manny. Then he pulled out his switch blade knife, flicked it open and held it in his lap. "You the gal from the diner back there, the murders?"
"Yeah."
"You got any knives or guns or things?" Manny asked over his burly shoulder. He was really sweating now.
"No... no... nothing," Kiki mumbled. She was as frightened of them as they were of her, she could tell after a few seconds passed.
"So you ain't got no knives, no guns?"
"No... like I told you. Nothing."
"Then c'mon on up here with us," said Joey, "and you better start explainin'."
"I don't want to cause no trouble," said Kiki.
She was badly frightened now and shivering. "I just wanted to borrow something to put on. I ain't got no clothes."
Joey pushed and held the curtain aside, his eyes opening wide with astonishment as he watched the delectably voluptuous young girl come modestly towards them, one hand desperately frying to cover the tantalizing dark triangle of her pussy while the other fluttered nervously back and forth between her ripely succulent breasts as if they could not decide which of her two firm little nipples deserved the most protection. As she approached the two seats up in the truck's cab, Joey reached out and, seizing the helpless girl, pulled her over and down into the front seat.
"So, look at what we found for a stowaway, huh, Manny! You're some sweet little dish, kid, all naked like this." He laughed. "Shit, we ain't been hijacked by a naked gal in days, huh, Manny." He thought it was a good joke and he roared with laughter.
To Kiki, the two men didn't look all that bad or tough, but there was nothing sissy about them either and they were taking their fun where they found it and the unexpected appearance of a helplessly naked young girl inside their own truck couldn't have anything but a rousing effect upon them.
"So, so what should we be doin' with her, huh, Manny?"
"Jeesus, I dunno, Joey," said Manny, "what with the cops and all lookin' for her, maybe we oughta ..."
"Yeah, sure! Turn her in, huh, you creep? Over my dead body," he roared and clutched Kiki closer, not at all surprised to notice she didn't resist as he'd thought she would, even watching his hands as they slowly fondled her sensuous young breasts and feeling, against her knee, his cock slowly hardening as it lay rigidly alongside his thigh.
"Oh, no, please. I can explain," said Kiki, "don't turn me over to the police. None of what happened was my fault, nothin'," she whimpered.
"Then you better be doin' what we tell you to do, honey," said Joey and not that unkindly, giving Kiki the impression the two men would take care of her and this was comforting to Kiki and she felt her deep seated fears growing lighter. She was trying hard to think as she felt Joey's muscular fingers caressing and fondling her thighs, her breasts and up and down her back from her ankles to her neck.
Kiki was totally under the power of these two truckers and she needed their cooperation if she expected to get something to wear and some money to operate with when they were finished with her... which she knew they would be... sooner or later.
Apparently men were mostly all the same and they were always going to want sex from her. And particularly when she'd popped up right out of nowhere, stark naked. She knew she had no choice and she also knew that she'd better make the most out of what she did have.
But she found it growing increasingly difficult to concentrate on what to do. Beneath her, Kiki could feel Joey's long pulsating cock hardening into lascivious rigidity, and she realized that conscience or no conscience, she was going to get fucked by this man right here in the middle of the front seat of the speeding truck and the best she could hope for was that the fat driver would keep his mind on driving and not crash them all into another car or a tree.
Joey's hands were exploring her all over now and she twitched uncomfortably as his eager fingers deftly invaded the sensitive region of her foaming genitals. For a long time his fingers probed, grinning at her like the devil as his lewdly invading fingertips caressed the softly quivering petals of her luscious vagina. Then, chuckling under his breath with perverted joy, Joey's hand plunged even further between her outstretched legs and a fingertip brushed obscenely across the tiny puckered hole of her virginal anus.
"It's gonna be a real tight fit down here," Joey said under his breath, kissing and caressing Kiki's naked shoulders and breasts, biting and sucking on her taut nipples and fingerfucking her tight little pussy as she began to moan and groan and hump her curvy hips back and forth as different sensations began to roam all over her nakedness.
"That's how I like it," he went on, "a real nice tight asshole. You ain't never had it up the ass yet, have you baby?" Joey said, clutching her trembling body closer.
Suddenly the girl's body went rigid with shock and fear. What on earth was he talking about? Maybe wild animals did such awful things, but people. Impossible! Disgusting!
"C'mon, Joey, you makin' it hot for me? Do somethin', jest don't talk it up." He looked around nervously as traffic on the thruway began to slow down. "We gonna get caught up tight in downtown traffic before long and that ain't gonna be no fun for me fuckin' her with all these creeps lookin' down in the damn windows ..."
"Okay... okay," said Joey, "We'll forget about that sweet little asshole for a while," he said. "Right now I'd like a little action out of that gorgeous mouth, honey. Whatsa matter? I thought you Chinee-looking girls went in big for that shit. Ain't it so?"
Kiki didn't answer and suddenly she found herself being pushed down onto the floor of the cab as Joey forced her into a kneeling position between his outstretched legs. Kiki was too stunned by what was happening to her to think clearly, but in the back of her mind she recalled one of the men back in her hotel room boasting how he was going to have her suck his penis but now he was dead... just like that, and it wasn't more than over an hour ago. Wasn't life funny. She wondered what was happening to poor Wang, the Korean boy, now a mass murderer, and all because of her. She shook herself. God there were a billion things they never taught her on foster farms.
Joey's pants were open now and every time the truck passed under one of the street lights along the highway, a sudden flood of bright light invaded the cab giving Kiki a glimpse of Joey's monstrous penis. It was even bigger than Dick Whitty's had been, protruding obscenely from his trousers like the massive trunk of a young tree and Kiki watched with plain horror as he adjusted his clothes to expose two huge sperm-bloated balls.
"No, it's impossible!" she told herself. "Impossible!" An agony of humiliation swept over her. But no! No, it couldn't be "impossible" she told herself, not if she wanted to get out of this alive; and that's what Kiki wanted. And she began rationalizing as the truck sped onwards; the man hugging and caressing and kissing her wasn't all that rough and his half-naked body smelled clean, the strong odor of maleness not at all unpleasant and strangely enough, in an erotic way, the scent was almost tantalizing and arousing. Timidly Kiki curled her small fingers around the shaft of his massive cock, hearing Joey grunt with pleasure at the soft touch of her hands on his smooth flesh.
"That's a gal, c'mon, honey, let's suck it off, huh?" he commanded as Kiki suddenly realized that there was now no point of return or it would be stupid to postpone the inevitable. Sucking him off had to be done. Kiki was not sure precisely how to go about doing this but she had surely learned enough about Joey's personality in the past few minutes to guess that he would tell her if she didn't do something correctly.
Taking a deep breath, Kiki touched the softly yielding moistness of her ruby lips to the pulsating rigidity of his penis. The taste was pungent and slightly salty. Experimentally, Kiki kissed the bulging red glans, guessing that it was proper to start slowly and work up gradually to the moment when she accepted his hardened manhood into the warmth of her open mouth.
Joey's legs began to flex slowly back and forth, and the inexperienced girl interpreted this as an encouraging sign. At least he had not hit her yet. Now bolder, she washed his thickened cock with her long wet tongue, teasing him lingeringly.
"Oh, baby... that's it, honey," Joey said, congratulating Kiki. "We'll make a fine cocksucker out of you, just wait, honey, baby," he added, gyrating his hips and holding her flushed cheeks and peering into her eyes as his huge cock filled up her oral cavity.
Knowing that she was going to hate herself for it later, Kiki caressed the man's bulging testicles, feeling his two enormous cum-filled balls and realizing that her job was to suck that semen out of his body into hers. Joey's cock jerked spasmodically as Kiki took him into her mouth, closing her lips gently over the pulsating scarlet glans until it disappeared from view inside her hungry mouth. Now that she had thrown herself into the vilely perverted act, it seemed to be easier, and she felt her naked young body trembling wildly as some of Joey's powerful lust communicated itself to her.
"My God, I believe I'm enjoying this!" she exclaimed under her breath. A sudden panic struck her. What kind of a woman was she? Was she a whore? After all, nothing but a cock-sucking whore? As she sucked she couldn't believe it! She was enjoying it!
"Keep suckin'... just keep suckin' my cock," said Joey, changing his position slightly. Kiki responded actively to this new command and to the change of his hands from her face down to clasping and massaging, pinching and caressing her perspiring breasts as she quivered passionately. Kiki opened her lips wider and sucked his bludgeoning rod further and deeper down into the depths of her throat. At first she almost gagged, as his meaty glans tickled her tonsils, but with a moment's practice, she quickly caught on and learned just how to breathe through her flared nostrils when the cock-staff was buried deeply down her throat. God, what a wild sensation!
" M m m mmmmmmm, ohoooooooooo hmrnrnmmrnrnrnmrn," Kiki moaned in masochistic pleasure, realizing from Joey's sharp reactions that she had mastered the art of cocksucking and was now really giving him hot pleasure with her sweeping, spiraling tongue and hot, saliva-filled sucking mouth.
Joey's straining rod of flesh was getting hotter by the moment now and Kiki found it necessary to keep swallowing continuously because of the fluid seeping from his penis eye. Instinctively, Kiki knew Joey was close to his explosion, close to that awful wonderful moment when he would shoot his hot load of sticky cum down into her deep throat and the thought of this repelled her... but at the same time, as she continued to suck him and play with his heavy, hairy balls, she realized that sucking him off and his shooting into her mouth was a foregone conclusion, nothing more. It was just logical, as Wang was always teaching her, and logic was the way things would be regardless of what you did about them. Kiki also wondered how logical the police would be when they caught up with Wang's logic. He had a lot of it.
And now knowing it and realizing it, sensing the inevitability of it all, Kiki actually found herself looking forward to the orgiastic moment and she was sweating now trying to make it happen sooner, working her hot pussy up and down vigorously on two of his fingers as she sucked and slurped on his throbbing cock.
Yes, Joey was burning up by now, really on fire, jerking his hips convulsively back and forth as he drove his inflated penis in and out of her cruelly stretched mouth while Kiki sucked him off like a madwoman.
And then, finally... Kiki got her reward! The truck driver's cock seemed to grow another inch or two, swelling up to unbelievable proportions as the man seized her head in a death-like grip.
Joey was fucking into Kiki's mouth savagely now, skewering into her exhausted mouth as if it were merely another pussy, and noises and sounds of .submissively masochistic acceptance rumbled deep in Kiki's throat as the waves of warm sperm began to spurt furiously from his ejaculating glans, spewing obscenely deep into the back of her throat.
Joey was in her so far now that she had the choice of swallowing his hot sticky cum or choking on it, and somehow she managed to get it all down, her Adam's apple bouncing frantically as she drank the lust-inciting liquid from his surging balls.
Convulsively, insanely, Kiki gulped as the cum seemed to spray eternally into the back of her throat, and as she milked him dry, Kiki felt her body trembling with the savage lust he had inadvertently aroused within her quivering frame. The hot taste of cum was like an aphrodisiac and as Joey's cock slowly wilted, Kiki found herself hoping desperately and irrationally that the other man called Manny would take her quickly into the back of the panel truck and make wild hot sexy love to her the normal, regular way. God, how badly she needed it. Her pussy was on fire and her breasts seemed ready to burst from passion as she swirled Joey's softening penis and laved it tenderly with her tongue and lips, kissing it passionately and licking up and down the shaft before she'd suck it back into her hot, wet mouth. Oh, God was she hot for a fuck! She couldn't believe she could feel this way. She was trembling with a kind of nervousness she'd never known.
"Holy Christ," Joey exclaimed, "that was worth a whole million bucks. Jeeeeeesus!" He was grinning from ear to ear as he withdrew his glistening wilted cock from Kiki's ravaged mouth and then pulled her up onto his lap so that he could continue fondling her deliciously sweaty body while he talked to Manny.
"So yeah," said Manny, "and when do I get what's comin' to me? See, like I tole ya, we're in town now. No way I'm gonna get blown on this highway. C'mon, Joey, shift over here and do some drivin' while I get me some cocksuckin', huh?"
"Naw, you jus' stay still," said Joey. "This kid can reach a cock from any angle, can't you kid?" he grinned.
All of a sudden, Kiki found herself stretched out on her stomach between the two truckers, her loins resting on Joey's hairy legs and Kiki's flushed face thrust into Manny's groin. Manny was all ready for her, his slender cock jutting out of his fly and waving at her.
Kiki sighed and resigned herself to the inevitable and went immediately to work, closing her mouth lasciviously over Manny's penis. After her frolic with Joey, she was in perfect form and confident of herself and she quickly brought Manny to the brink of a tremendous orgasm, manipulating his heavy balls with her fingers while she sucked on his cock expertly with her talented lips and mouth.'
Meanwhile, Joe was feeling frisky all over again and Kiki was groaning and writhing gently as he twisted and played with the softly yielding spheres of her ivory bottom cheeks so deliciously offered up to him like some pagan sacrifice. Kiki might have been ready to enjoy even this humiliating indignity had the big trucker played with just the convulsing lips of her pussy, but perversely he seemed to prefer toying with the tiny but tightly elastic opening of her virginal anus.
Manny had his orgasm in record time, nearly involving the truck in a head-on crash as he collapsed groaning over the steering wheel and Kiki automatically gulped a strong shot of cum that surged from his cock into her mouth. Even in her limited experience with men Kiki was beginning to realize that Manny wasn't the most experienced of all. She hoped not; Joey's cumming into her throat was quite different. Now Manny's wilted cock rested limply in Kiki's exhausted mouth and Joey was working with one thing in mind, and that was the sudden insertion of the blunt tip of his sharp index finger right up into the tempting little orifice of her rectum.
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the presence of Manny's flaccid cock still dangling in her mouth.
"Joey, tell me what the fuck you doin' to her!" Manny demanded and by his tone Kiki could tell how disappointed he's been that his sexual pleasure had been so brief while his companion had enjoyed himself fantastically.
"You know somethin', Manny," said Joey softly, "I got my finger up the sweetest little asshole you ever saw," he reported, his voice positively rumbling with unnaturally perverted lust, and Kiki felt yet another shock run through her entire body when she felt his cock was hard again and stiffening. She couldn't get over how fast it was growing back to fucking size.
"Christ, Joey," Manny moaned, "look now. We're on the 'no cut off and that means we're goin' to swing right downtown to the tunnel. How are we gonna get a chance to fuck her, huh? You tell me," he said, keen disappointment in his voice.
"Okay ... okay, Manny. Okay! Look, I'll take her first. We'll crawl over into the back, and you stay in the second lane, it's not so fast... understand?"
"Yeah," said Manny, "and then when you get your balls off, I get a chance at her, right, Joey?"
"Yeah... yeah, Manny. You like it best that way, anyway. I get the bitch in heat for you and you spin her off, right?"
"Oh, yeah... yeah, Joey. That's right," Manny drooled as he slowed down so his buddy could climb over the seat and make some space on the floor of the panel truck using the "movers" blanket and an old pillow he found.
"What... what... what are you going to do with me?" Kiki mumbled as Joey dragged her naked body over the back of the seat. She began to shake with a new fear because of the way Manny was behaving. He was making funny animal-like noises and funny faces as he kept rubbing his penis in anticipation of what, God only knew.
"Baby," said Joey, "don't worry none. Just relax like the sweet little cunt you are. I'm gonna give you your first lesson in ass-fucking, honey. That's what!" Joey told Kiki this succinctly, stroking his huge organ obscenely lo keep his erection hard and firm. Kiki took one quick look at his bulbous oversized cock and she knew with the savage instinct of a cornered jungle animal, that she was going to have to fight back or this monster would rip her bottom to pieces trying to force that monstrous cock up into her virginal anal passage. God, it had agonized her enough when he put only his finger up into her ass, and just one look at his penis, and she knew that fully extended it must be at least ten-twelve times longer and much thicker.
Catching on that Kiki was prepared to resist.
Joey charged her, hoping to overpower Kiki with a massive display of force. But this was not a wise decision, not at that very moment.
Up front, Manny had a sudden decision to make and this involved swerving sharply to avoid hitting a slow-moving truck, two young punks passing a joint back and forth between them sleepily.
As the panel truck suddenly lurched, Joey, with his pants down, suddenly slid off Kiki's slippery, sweaty body. Aware of instant danger he grabbed for one end of the tailgate to block the impetus of his body toward the rear. Then just as he shifted his balance, he slipped again and at the same time Manny, up front, jammed on the brakes and then gunned the engine to top speed and swerved in and around in back of the slow moving vehicle with the marijuana teenagers. That did it! Manny lost control for a second and the panel truck ran over a shoulder-pot hole and for an entire minute the whole panel truck seemed to leap off the highway up into the air; and then as suddenly, it plopped down again, but this time without Joey.
His struggling body had been thrown clear over Kiki's and right through the heavy canvas curtains at the tailgate.
Up front Manny laughed. "Sorry about that, folks won't bounce you up no more like that, I promise," he said, still laughing as he visualized Joey trying to keep his pecker inside Kiki as the panel truck was swerving dangerously from one side to the other.
Kiki said nothing. She crouched in the comer and still couldn't believe what had happened. And it all happened so swiftly it was like in some movie. The moment Joey's body was flung out of the rear, right over her head, it was free and slithered and roiled toward the curb but at that instant another car suddenly swept into the lane and although Kiki knew Joey saw it, there was nothing he could do about it and it struck him broadside hurling his body at least five feet up in the air. Just as it was coming down, he was struck again by another onrushing truck, and that did it for Joey. Kiki stared wide-eyed as his blood-drenched body, now almost headless rolled speedily into the on-coming lane and after several cars passed over Joey, there was little left and Kiki buried her head in her arms.
About five minutes later, the panel truck turned off the tunnel ramp and found the uptown thru street. At the corner of 12th and the highway, Manny paused. He talked over his shoulder, "Well, gang, we made it and 1 hope you're both okay." He giggled as he waited for the traffic signal to change from red.
"Yeah, hey, Joey, she must be a real hot piece of ass, you ain't said a word since ..." Manny started up and as he eased around the corner slowly, waiting to slide into the northbound traffic, Kiki deftly slipped over the tailgate. She landed on her feet and carrying the small overnight suitcase, she ran like a gazelle into a nearby alley. Before ducking into a dimly lighted doorway, she saw two signs. One read "Employees Only" and the other, "Metropolitan Restaurant & Hotel."
Chapter Three
Kiki's expansive sigh of relief once she was safely off the busy street could have been heard a block away. The last she saw, before turning and diving down the black alley, was the tailgate light of the moving truck as it leaped from the curb and back into a slowly gathering stream of dense northbound traffic. Manny was going to be in for the shock of his life.
Kiki huddled momentarily in the darkness until she finally got her bearings. Doubtless she was near a large kitchen for she could smell different degrees of heat cooking different things and being in a kitchen wasn't unfamiliar. It had to be a big place she thought to herself as she took a chance and poked her head out a bit. She could hear a cook shouting and the clang and clash of dishes and silver and many other strident noises associated with busy kitchens.
Frantically searching now for a better place to hide she gingerly stepped out of her hiding place and right onto the toes of an old waiter.
"Honey," he said kindly, his eyes hardly noticing any particular attributes of her classical nudity, "even if you're gonna' be temporary, the boss gonna want you with clothes on. You can't go out like that, honey. The uniform door just down there two more, see, the yellow light?"
Kiki thanked him and in moments ducked safely into the door with the naked yellow light bulb hanging over it. Kiki was shivering with fright, Manny's little suitcase only half covering her inviting little pussy and one of his handkerchiefs protecting her bouncing breasts. She passed through the door and in here she found several different maids' or waitresses' uniforms but they were all entirely too large for her. Then she spotted a waiter's uniform complete with a blouse and after trying this on, decided it would have to do to make her final escape with. The waiter's peaked cap fit nicely too and she was able to smooth her long hair up under it and completely out of sight. When she put on the blouse and buttoned it, one never would have known she had such ripely full breasts. Now they were compressed tightly against her chest.
Sure now that she could make it, she opened the door carefully and glancing down at the end of the dimly lit corridor, she spotted a door. This led to a stairwell and she climbed up one flight and came out into another corridor but this one was obviously on a floor that catered to hotel guests and not down behind the scenes in the bowels of the busy hotel. She turned the handle of the door and it opened slowly. She leaped back when she heard a woman's voice.
"Oh, yeah, honey, that's good, hmmmmmmm, soooooo good, honey... don't stop ..." This feminine voice floated in from another room and Kiki realized she had another problem, by now she knew she was in the back part of the hotel and she wanted to get up near the front to make her escape. She took a quick glimpse around the corner and there she saw a man and a woman, both were totally naked and fucking wildly on the messed-up bed. Kiki stared anxiously as the man reached a violent orgasm and then the woman collapsed in his hairy arms.
"Gosh," squealed the woman, mushing and kissing the man's neck and shoulders wildly, "if my husband ever found out I was screwing you, darling," she gasped, "he'd kill me... and then what would your poor wife do?"
Kiki didn't stay around long enough to hear the answer because she'd slipped into the bathroom and once more checked out her disguise. It was perfect except for her large breasts. She wished she had a tight brassiere but there was none. Using the lady's brush, Kiki fixed her hair perfectly under the waiter's peaked cap and it was damned hard to tell, she decided, whether she was a boy or a girl. Only on close examination could the distinction be made.
Slipping into a pair of Manny's Sunday shoes, which curiously fit her little feet perfectly, Kiki decided she was ready to face the world and accept whatever it offered her. She had not the slightest idea where she was going or how she was going to make out. She needed some good luck and as she stood pensively, one hand on the bathroom door knob and the other on her hip, she remembered another foster home saying that luck came to those people who went searching for it; so here she was, she smiled to herself, as she pried open the door and then ducked out into the quiet corridor. She found the staircase leading down to the lobby and was just about to cross through the exit leading to the street when a voice stopped her.
"You! Hey you! You the kid they sent over from the waiter's temporary agency? Christ, they had to dig down to the bottom of the barrel to find something as young as you, eh?"
Kiki was truly frightened. She tried to lower her voice to speak but succeeded in only squeaking. "Christ, your voice hasn't even changed yet, has it?" said the man in disgust. "If you ask me, I think the whole world's comin' apart," was the man's final remark. Then he grabbed Kiki by the arm and pulled his new "waiter" behind the front desk. "You sure took your damned time in reporting for work, didn't you? Well, if you're gonna stay on with us here, you're gonna have to change your ways, understand?"
"I'm sorry," said Kiki and this time her voice sounded very much more masculine and more sure of itself. Kiki smiled inwardly: She was sure she could make her escape now. She looked up at her boss. He really believed she was a boy and a waiter also. Kiki thought if she could fool him, she could fool anybody.
Serge Romanofski at this time of his life had a lot going for him. He had inherited his handsome but definitely effeminate good looks from his Russian ancestors from whom he'd also inherited a taste for the elegant restaurant and holstery business. But Serge was a know-it-all, pompous and could be a slave-driver from time to time. He ran the Metropolitan Restaurant-Hotel with the precision of an expensive watch and when he telephoned an uptown waiter's employment agency for extra weekend help he expected the waiter to be on time. Punctuality was Mr. Romanofski's middle name.
But in this case Serge felt no need to be too severe as he let his experienced eyes roam over Kiki. The truth was that he had a tiny, yes, a small but persistent weakness for pretty boys just like this new waiter, and he was a very pretty boy indeed. Serge placed a fatherly hand on Kiki's shoulder, noticing how soft and sensitive this young boy's face was. He had not even started shaving yet and his voice was still very feminine. Certainly, Serge was thinking to himself, a boy like this would surely respond to the attentions of an older and more sophisticated man like himself!
"And so what's your name m'lad?" He gave Kiki a friendly little wink and then raised his bushy eyebrows quizzically.
"Me? Oh, my name's... it's John, sir. John," Kiki replied, rounding her shoulders in the hope this would reduce the size of her prominent breasts, although they were as tightly compressed as she could get them under the waiter's tight blouse and were still as ripe and succulent as nature fashioned them.
"Good. That's fine, John. Now," he paused, "we'll get you fixed up with a place to sleep and tomorrow I'll explain your station to you. It's a little different than the other restaurant stations so it'll take some explaining, John."
Serge went on, now and then his arm on "John's" shoulder ever so casually and friendly, about the hotel and the different conventions it had from time to time. "There's lots of good work and very good pay for a boy who wants to work, and you'll have a nice room, too; in fact," he glowed, "it's next to mine... and if there's anything you'll need, you know, well, John, don't hesitate. Just knock."
The room the manager sent Kiki up to was small and on the top floor but for Kiki it was heaven itself and she couldn't get over her good luck so far, a place to live and no chance of any police chasing her and no way for Wang to find out where she was. Oh, how sorry she continued to feel for Wang defending her with his very life, the way he did. She knew she would have to try very hard to forget him and the part she played so briefly in her life.
Kiki sat down on the bed. Now with some money coming in she could take her time and figure out what to do next. And by now she was completely exhausted from the wild events of the day beginning with work early that morning and then the drinks with Mr. Whitty and then... oh, Golly, could all of that really have happened? It all seemed outrageously impossible! She glanced out the window and spotted a clock down on the street. It was almost three in the morning now and just as soon as she climbed out of the waiter's uniform and washed, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
The next morning "John" woke up feeling completely refreshed. As she was dressing, a knock sounded on the door and she was astonished to find a Room Service waiter with a cup of coffee and a seeded roll. "Courtesy of Mr. Romanofski!" smiled the waiter, one as equally young and girlish looking as Kiki. Although Kiki said nothing, she made a mental note of this fact. When she had finished her breakfast, she took the tray and descended in the elevator to look for Mr. Romanofski.
"We don't have the time to train you correctly because we're so busy," he said, "so what you'll do for the moment, is, you know, fill in, help out, give a hand here and there," he said softly, now and then touching Kiki wherever he found a chance. "So for starters today, you'll work with Room Service... and that way you'll begin to get some idea how I run this place."
For the next several hours, Kiki stood by the Room Service phones and took messages, had extra coffee and towels and different items sent up to the rooms whatever a guest might need on the spur of the moment. In just about every case, Kiki was tipped a quarter or thirty-five cents and even half a dollar sometimes. And more than once she had to fight back the temptation to thrust the tips into her panties the way she'd done back at the diner. But she didn't have to share these tips and more than once she thought about poor Wang and his philosophy of sharing tips. They were all hers plus the salary she would receive and, on top of this, she paid nothing for room and food. She had it made, she told herself more than once; and on top of everything else, she had one day a week off. And being in the city and not out on the lonely highway was an added bonus. God, her luck had changed dramatically with Wang murdering all those people.
As the hours passed and she began to work and fit in smoothly, the others on the job liking her, Kiki realized that among the first things she needed to buy was a brassiere. Her ripe sensuous breasts swayed alarmingly beneath the waiter's jacket every time she moved quickly and if ever she should be asked to take off the jacket or if maybe she or someone else spilled something on it, then her goose was cooked!
Kiki was worrying about this specially when a call came down to the Service telephone from a. Mrs. Rankin in room nine nine zero. The lady needed some aspirin and she was in a dreadful hurry. She had a violent stomach ache.
Serge overheard Kiki taking the call.
"Oh, God," he said, "take good care of Mrs. Rankin. You've got to be extremely polite to her. She's here every year with that damned convention of hers, but it's well worth it. We charge the hell out of her for everything but she never says nothing and pays up."
Since there was no other messenger free, Kiki herself took up the aspirin to Mrs. Rankin's suite on the ninth floor. She announced herself in a deep voice and was told to come on in. Mrs. Rankin, a rather large but not unattractive auburn-haired woman, was lying on the bed with the covers thrown off and only a thin sheet covering her apparently naked body. Kiki's eyes widened at the size of her luscious breasts with the large half-dollar sized nipples and her long, finely tapered thighs partially visible.
"Oh, yes. Thank you so much, my boy. I've the most painful stomach ache. Would you get me a glass of water?" she asked, taking the packet of aspirin.
Kiki came back from the bathroom with a glass of water which she handed to the ailing guest who, to Kiki, didn't seem to be all that sick. In fact, she looked more bored than anything else.
Kiki was just about to leave, deciding that guests as important as Mrs. Rankin didn't bother with leaving tips when the woman called out to her.
"Oh, wait, please. Say," she said, raising up, "you're new here, aren't you?" She shifted her position in bed carelessly again and this time one large succulent breast nearly popped totally into view.
"Why yes. I am," said Kiki, lowering her voice again. She had to constantly remind herself not to speak normally. She retraced her steps back to Mrs. Rankin's bed. "I just started to work today."
"Well, you're a very handsome young man. I will speak to the manager, whom I know well, and mention how efficient you are."
Kiki flushed. "Well, thank you... thank you, ma'am." she stood first on one foot and then the other not knowing quite what she should do now.
"Sit on the edge of the bed will you, young man. Yes, that's right." She smiled. "Now if you want to earn yourself a very nice tip, m'lad, you can rub my stomach ache away. You know, you have no idea how I'm suffering," she said. With a dramatic, theatrical gesture she tossed back her long auburn hair and it cascaded now over her bare, milky white shoulders.
Kiki recalled that Serge told her to do anything she could to please Mrs. Rankin, so why not a belly rub? Perching nervously on the edge of the bed, Kiki laid her hand on Mrs. Rankin's smooth stomach.
"Oh, that feels so much better already," she sighed contentedly as the waiter began to rub his hand in ever-widening and then diminishing circles down to the puckered belly button and further beneath it.
"You can do it harder ... oh yes ... if you want. Oh, this feels so good. It does. You're making me feel wonderful."
"It's probably the aspirin, Ma'am."
"Oh... hmmmmmmmm, so good." Mrs. Rankin began to twist and roll gently on her naked buttocks, the sheet climbing up higher and higher as Kiki continued to rub in circles and massage the loose flesh on either side of her prominent thigh bones. "You should give massages professionally, my dear boy," said Mrs. Rankin. "You're really very... very... good. Yes. A little lower... more... yes. That's it."
Obediently Kiki kept lowering the position of her massaging hand, rubbing the softly yielding flesh between Mrs. Rankin's hips - despite the obvious fact that this area was no longer, strictly speaking, the stomach. Mrs. Rankin groaned with unmistakable pleasure and then with pure animal happiness and then gently, her eyes fluttering, took hold of Kiki's hand in hers and gradually inched it even further down so that the palm of Kiki's hand was now resting indecently on the downy hair-covered mound of Mrs. Rankin's pussy. As the older woman moved, one of her .breasts accidentally became completely uncovered and a hard erected nipple appeared. Kiki looked away discreetly, whistling under her breath as she continued to massage away and becoming more and more aware with every passing moment that Mrs. Rankin's stomach ache was gradually changing into a series of passionate sexual convulsions and her fleshy hips began to writhe erotically and her lips opened slowly of their own accord and she was now breathing through her mouth with her eyes altogether closed, humming and moaning softly to herself as the imagined ache became a thrilling ecstasy.
"Oh... oh... yesssssss. Yes, my dear boy, oh my belly... it's getting so... sooooo much better." The older woman was babbling jubilantly as she guided Kiki's hand as the girl leaned over the bed and rubbed more and more vigorously.
Another jutting white mound appeared and soon the sheet was all crumpled up around Mrs. Rankin's waist. Kiki was experienced enough to understand by this time exactly what was happening and if the lady had had anything even resembling a bellyache, then it had long ago vanished but as hard as Kiki tried, she couldn't think of a discreet way to "change the subject", to break off the obvious sexual stimulation taking place. Suppose Mrs. Rankin would say something to Serge about her not wanting to cooperate? It could mean Kiki's job and at the moment when her life was so precarious, she just couldn't afford to take this chance. If stroking and making love to this woman's wantonly demanding pussy was what it was going to take to hold onto her newly found job and her good luck, then that was what she would have to bring herself to do. There was no other way!
"This sheet's in the damned way, isn't it, m'boy?" asked Mrs. Rankin, groaning as Kiki's fingers were now combing through Mrs. Rankin's thick, curly cuntal hair. She then took Kiki's wrist and holding it up, moved the sheet away. "There, that's better," she cried, replacing Kiki's moist fingers back down directly on her nakedly convulsing pussy, but Kiki looked neither one way or the other as she resumed her "massage".
Besides, Kiki told herself, it was fun! Never before had she touched a woman's genital organs, except for her own once or twice; and now she began to explore in earnest, allowing her middle finger to worm its way through the moistly pink lips of Mrs. Rankin's hungry pussy then slipping up into the hotly pulsating tunnel of her cunt. Mrs. Rankin bolted once and then groaned and began massaging her own swollen firm breasts as Kiki's hand worked excitedly over her penis-like little clitoris, agitating the tiny sex organ until it felt hot and slippery to her touch.
"Oh yes ... oh my God! God... yesssssss. Ohooooooooo, aaaaagggghhhhhhh!"
Mrs. Rankin's hips were gyrating furiously now and suddenly she rolled over on her left side, clasping her hands around Kiki's arm, an Absolute howl steaming out of her tightly compressed lips... "Oh god. Oh God!" Mrs. Rankin was thrashing, her naked legs flailing, her (arms reaching up into the air to grasp some invisible lover as her groaning and moaning increased in tempo, her one hand pressing, forcing Kiki's wet fingers into her gaping vagina as she wiggled and, writhed and bucked up and down as she continued to whimper that her stomach ache was disappearing...
Then, for a few moments longer, Mrs. Rankin just lay quietly on the messed-up bed. Slowly she let go of Kiki's arm and then, her eyes fluttering once more, she slowly pulled the sheet up and down in an effort to cover her nakedness. Kiki, meanwhile, was discreetly wiping Mrs. Rankin's copious vaginal fluid from her fingers as she helped tuck her in under the covers.
"Ah... yes... thank you so very much, m'boy," Mrs. Rankin cooed. "The combination of that aspirin and your wonderful massage, m'boy, that was all I needed, wasn't it?" She smiled a small, secret conspiratorial smile and then raised her body up on the thick pillows.
"Will you hand me my purse, honey?"
Kiki stood up and reached for a black leather purse and, then standing properly at a respectable distance, watched as the rich lady searched around in the bottom of the heavy bag. She looked up into Kiki's eyes as she pressed several crumpled bills into her hand.
"That's to pay for the aspirin, honey," she winked and then she lay back and stretched luxuriously. "Maybe you'd like to stop by tomorrow morning, just about this time, huh, just to have a little peep in to see how my bellyache's doing, huh? What do you say?"
Kiki nodded and smiled. Out in the hall she counted the folded-up bills. There were five $10 bills. Kiki almost screamed out in joy! * * * After the first few days Kiki was finding the daily work more and more to her liking. Very few, if any, of her fellow employees bothered her; she got along with the guests who weren't cranky or pushy and there weren't many of these, Kiki was soon to learn.
Accustomed to it and not at all afraid of the big city, Kiki spent most of her off duty hours alone. She would walk for hours window shopping or she would watch the children in the Park or she would just ride aimlessly on the many busses that circulated throughout the great city.
She also spent a lot of time up in her tiny room which was becoming more and more homey to her. One of the housekeepers, Mrs. Mullins, accidentally discovered that John wasn't a John, but instead, a girl, and they struck up a secret friendship. Mrs. Mullins helped Kiki fancy up her room and now there were friendly pale yellow curtains and even the room itself had been freshly painted. Instead of old broken down arm chair there was now a new sofa-bed that folded up into one of the more comfortable armchairs Kiki had ever known. Getting rid of the old single bed and cutting in the new foldaway made the room seem much much bigger and now Kiki even had space for the many pocket books she was buying to further her education. Daily she was more and more impressed with the things she didn't know and she was also surprised to learn that not only Koreans like Wang whom she was still interested in were cold blooded murders.
Down in the kitchen she'd made close friends with one of the second cooks and he just couldn't do enough for Kiki, where getting certain specialties was concerned; thus Kiki was eating most of the time like a first class guest with broiled lobsters and steak actually cooked to her special order. She was finding out lots of other things about herself as time flew by and one of these was that people liked to talk to her and it didn't seem to matter to them if she was a boy or a girl. People liked to talk and they especially liked to talk to others who had the time or the interest to listen.
Alone in her room, as she was now, she would also think back about the different foster homes and then, of course, about the bloody murders and how easily that butcher knife sliced through Mr. Whitty's throat as if the meat were like butter. This particular image remained with Kiki and it wasn't at all as unpleasant as it might seem when the image would pass dreamily across her eyes before falling to sleep. She had never guessed a lot of human blood could be so bright red!
With a long sigh she climbed out of bed and went to the open window. It was right next to the door. She balanced her hands on the sill and leaned out for a moment; then suddenly she forced herself to tightly grip the window frame as she fought off a brief attack of dizziness. She knew it was eighteen floors down to the busy avenue below, and just the idea of standing there next to the open window made her more than slightly nervous. She sat back on the bed and, leaning on her extended arms, enjoyed the breeze that came through the window and ruffled her hair. She had just about decided to cut off because it was giving her more and more trouble and daily her apprehensions of being discovered as a girl were increasing uncomfortably.
Kiki decided she was tired. Every day since the first she'd had to visit Mrs. Rankin in the mornings to take care of her "stomach aches" which seemed to be worsening and needing more of Kiki's intimate attention than they seemed to be getting better. So far she had earned an amazing amount of money for her "doctoring" and she knew she would miss it once Mrs. Rankin's convention was over and she had left for her midwestern home town.
She lay back on the bed and thought about the new convention now moving into the great hotel. There would be dancing all night, and long black limousines pulling up to the hotel's entrance to unload the cream of high society; also Kiki was somewhat anxious to get a close-up look at these people and see what the women's long evening gowns and gleaming jewels looked like. But, she sighed, she was sure there would be another convention just like this one and since she was off duty and didn't have to report to work until next morning, why didn't she just read awhile and then get a good night's sleep because she could use it.
Glad that she had made up her mind, she kicked off her shoes and hung the waiter's uniform trousers up in the closet on its hangar. She slipped down a pair of brief feminine panties she'd bought, rinsed them out over at the sink and was just about to hang them on a nail so they'd be dry in the morning when, without a word of warning - not even a light tap anyone would have surely expected under the circumstances the door was flung wide open.
Of all things! It was Mr. Serge Romanofski and his eyes told Kiki instantly that he'd had a little too much to drink. This was what his silly grin announced.
Kiki's brain worked fast and she kept her half-naked back to him, reasoning that since she was supposed to be a male and since he was one, there was nothing for her to be upset about because he was close to her bare bottom. She decided this was okay, that he wouldn't stay long, and that her only problem of the moment was to prevent him from seeing what she had on the other side of her naked buttocks - or rather, what she didn't have there.
"Oh, Mr. Romanofski..." she said, feigning more alarm than she felt. "I wasn't expecting anyone ..."
"Yes, I know," said the boss. His aristocratic eyes stared at her, a bright twinkle in one of them. "You know I've been neglecting you, my dear boy. It's the pressure of business, you know. How weary it makes one, don't you know," he said, wiping his brow even though he wasn't perspiring, Kiki noted.
"A young boy like you," he continued, sitting comfortably in the new armchair and appraising it as a matter of routine, "alone and defenseless here in the city and in our great world, needs some human company, don't you agree, and I thought that the two of us might just spend some time together. But, m'boy, I do hope that my rank and importance on the staff won't preclude our being friends." Serge grinned affectionately, softly, his eyes now and then darting to Kiki's bare legs and the curve of her delicious buttocks so innocently exposed to his approving eyes.
"Oh no. Of course, it won't, sir," Kiki replied, not knowing exactly what her boss meant. She felt silly keeping her back turned, but even if she were to conceal her adolescent pussy with some object, the hotel manager could hardly help but notice the richly swelling globes of her luscious breasts, particularly since she still hadn't brought a strapping brassiere to press them in flatter. Mr. Romanofski seemed to have eyes for nothing except her firm, tender naked buttocks.
"Goodness me," Mr. Romanofski exclaimed. "Dear one, you have a bruise, I say, I dare say, a tiny bruise on your bottom, my dear. Come, back up a bit. I will examine it for you, m'boy. However could you have bruised your... your bottom?" the boss stammered. He found it irresistible!
It was true. At the climax of Mrs. Rankin's last upset stomach, the frantic woman had reached out and seized a handful of Kiki's tender flesh and squeezed until Kiki was howling in pain and Mrs. Rankin herself was in ecstasy. The gesture to Eros had left quite a sizeable black and blue mark.
"I... really don't know, sir."
"My dear boy, this could turn into something serious. You are aware of that? Suppose I rub some ointment on it and you stretch out on the bed ..." His eyes were gleaming.
"Oh, really ..." Kiki began to protest but Serge marched her to the made-up sofabed and pushed her down on it as he sat on the edge. From his pocket Serge produced a tube of some ointment he apparently carried with him for such emergencies. Kiki took notice of this but said nothing ... as she lay down on her belly. At least, she was thinking, her position would continue to hide her genitals and this was all that mattered.
"Yes, now," sighed Serge, "I think we'd better get the top off too. No sense in soiling it, now is there, m'boy?" And this was accomplished quickly, Kiki pulling it off and hurriedly flopping down on her chest so as not to reveal her luscious breasts. Now she was completely naked and breathing softly as she soon felt Serge's nimble fingers gently massaging her bare bottom. And as he continued, Kiki was amazed that he didn't seem at all interested in anything but her buttocks; and as far as she was concerned now and it had everything to do with her job, if he wanted to massage her bottom and should he never discover she was a boy in disguise, it would be fine with her. And this seemed to be the way it was going her luck holding out beautifully!
And Serge Romanofski seemed to be taking this particular business very seriously indeed. Kiki grunted and wiggled uncomfortably as the hotel manager rubbed her smoothly yielding buttocks fiercely, realizing that Serge was deriving some sensual joy from these evil caresses, but unable to understand why. Could he possibly have seen through her disguise and was now pulling her leg, so to speak? Did he know she was a girl? Or did he honestly believe this was the normal beginning of a routine sexual assault?
"Yes ... ah, yessssss," Serge was murmuring, "a man gets lonely sometimes... and when a young boy, as handsome as you are," he continued, kneading and massaging the ripely tantalizing half-moons of her ass-cheeks, "... comes into his lonely life, ahhhhh, things do change, m'boy."
Hearing Serge refer to her as a boy with such profound certainty, Kiki relaxed and decided that there was no immediate danger to his penetrating her disguise if she could only remain in this same position. Then she also guessed that if he kept on stroking her so hungrily, as he was now doing, his breath rising audibly and his body generating a different kind of heat, things might definitely get out of hand.
By now he was working the greasy ointment into her skin very thoroughly, gradually forcing the two cheeks of Kiki's firm buttocks wider apart and every once in awhile, allowing one of his lecherous fingers to stray down into the moist furror in between. Each time the tip of his finger passed licentiously over the puckered little tip of her anus, Kiki found herself shivering with a combination of pure sexual delight and horror of the unknown. She was just learning how really terribly sensitive her body was in that particular spot between her half open thighs.
"Please... Please, Mr. Romanofski ..."
"Call me Serge, m'boy. We're going to become friends," he said breathing harder,' his finger caressing delicately and gently as Kiki's buttocks pressed against his intimidating but persistent finger.
"Oh, please, Serge, but no!!" she croaked hoarsely as Serge, having dipped his inquisitive finger once more deeply into a puddle of the ointment, began to rub it back and forth more vigorously over the tightly clenched hole of her twitching rectum.
"Isn't it feeling a little better?" Serge asked bending over so Kiki could feel his heated breath on her naked shoulders.
"Yes... I think so," she replied. "A little ..."
"Oh goody, I know you need this, m'boy," Serge responded his eyes suddenly blazing with the perverted sexual fury of having his smooth-bodied boy at his complete and utter disposal. Although Serge wasn't at the moment considering the sexual gender of his partner, he was surely not underestimating the reaction his caressing finger was provoking, the grinding and gyrating hips, the writhing of the whole body just as in any new sexual conquest... and oh, what a lovely flower-soft ass and what a tight, hot little hole!
"Oh... God... ohooooooo," Kiki was moaning as all of a sudden she felt Serge's finger push its way past the frail defenses of the tiny elastic ring, finally worming slowly up into the delicious tightness of her tender nether passage.
God! What a feeling! None of it made or was making the slightest sense to Kiki, but as Serge kept yanking his invading finger frenziedly in and out of her rapidly expanding elastic hole, causing shock waves of illicit pleasure to race up and down her spine, Kiki gripping the bed for fear of falling off it as she humped back obscenely on his stabbing finger... oh God... what a feeling!
What was he doing to her? Where was all of this going to lead them? Behind her - and out of sight because Kiki now had her head buried in her arms, her eyes squeezed shut Serge was undressing. He pulled down his pants and his long thin cock leaped out ready for instant action.
From the corner of her eye Kiki saw this and now there remained no doubt whatever in her mind what Serge had in his own. He was going to do to her or he wanted to do to her, what Joey in the truck had wanted to do before he was grabbed by the fates and sent off to some kind of pernicious destruction the type of which her old friend, Wang, the Korean, was always talking about. The Fates were indeed very strange, Kiki was thinking, as she once again closed her eyes and wondered just how they planned to intervene this time. Then, his finger probing deeper, she couldn't take it any longer.
The farce had to end and she knew now that it made no difference if Serge fired her on the spot or even reported her to the police for assaulting him. Under no circumstances could she possibly allow him to push his penis up into her virginal asshole. She fought and struggled to roll over but Serge held her firmly.
She tried to speak but he refused to listen, pushing her face into the mattress as he mounted her. Finally, her heart pounding, she blurted out: "But sir, I'm not what you think I am, sir. I'm not a... "
"Quiet, son," said Serge. "I know what you are exactly, John, from the moment I set eyes on you," he said as he raised up easily and professionally and guided his slender piercing cock toward the portals of her quivering rectum. "I knew you were one of us, just like me, from the moment I first saw you, John. Now just don't try and tease me, and be decent about the whole business, dearie."
Kiki's sudden scream pierced the air as Serge's throbbing cock pushed through the tight elastic ring and stabbed deep up inside her rectal canal. Kiki screamed again as if she were on fire. The pain was agonizing as his cock, feeling like a hot poker iron began to surge cruelly in and out of her anus, and because he was gripping her tightly around the waist, there was no way to escape and struggling was foolish. Kiki was sobbing wildly, her lust-provoking body gyrating in a new agony as she tried desperately to escape this vicious sodomy, but Serge speared her like a butterfly on a pin.
Burning still like a hot poker, Kiki could feel the pulsating glans at the tip of his cock worming its way deeper and deeper into her tight anal passage and, for a long moment, the intense pain took her breath away. Kiki lay moaning in brutalized, beaten submission as Serge fucked up into her, chuckling with lewdly perverted joy as he battered his cock home, burying his stabbing flesh staff deep up in her rectum to the hilt.
"Hang in there, old John," Serge was yelling, "it's California, here I come!" and then he swore obscenely under his breath as he began to torment her cruelly stretched sphincter muscle lasciviously, flexing his hardened staff of flesh until Kiki was groaning with agony. The pain somehow cleared her mind and she was covering her tear-stained face with both hands, trying desperately to decide what to do with the long fleshy hardness fucking her rectum like a car piston gone on a wild rampage.
Bit by bit, ever so slowly, the anguish of Serge's rear entry was subsiding although it was still too early to pretend that she was having any fun. But Serge had done the impossible; he had rammed his rampant cock deep up inside her nether passage and he'd done this without splitting her in two. Kiki had somehow proved she could take a long cock up her rectum, and now what was she supposed to do with it, she wanted to know?
Experimentally Kiki flexed her buttocks, wondering if some way existed for her to shake his penis loose and belch it out of her anal canal. Serge was groaning with mindless homosexual pleasure and, immediately, Kiki came to a conclusion about her strategy. She would change it because it was obvious Serge was too strong for her and simply intended to remain where he was physically until he'd achieved his own selfish ends - which, Kiki knew, meant shooting his hotly masculine cum up into the unnatural sanctuary of her tight little anal canal. If Kiki really wanted him to get off her body and stop fucking her, the only thing to do was to encourage his vile perverted orgasm as soon as she could and, with any luck, he would dress and go away, probably without washing and probably without ever realizing that it was a woman's young body he had sodomized and not that of a young, handsome boy.
"Oh... yessssss... ohooooooo...joy... yessssss, oh, John, dearest, John... yesssss," Serge Romanofski was moaning and chanting insanely as he continued fucking jubilantly in and out of "John's" delicious bottom, Serge's delight increasing in leaps and bounds when Kiki's hips began to twitch and writhe convulsively. "I'm actually turning him on," Serge kept repeating to himself under his breath as he gripped Kiki's soft skin.
"I'm turning him on," he sighed. "These young kids with their beautiful asses, they can never get enough of me once I get started ..." he kept saying to himself as he thrust his rod of flesh in and out, in and out more and more strenuously as Kiki squirmed and panted underneath his overheated body.
More or less Serge was right and had Kiki heard him mutter aloud she would have had to agree with him somewhat. Although she would have to admit that she was putting on some kind of a performance to encourage him to cum quickly to get the whole business over with, as she rocked her lovely bare ass-cheeks up and down and back and forth as the man's proud cock worked furiously, savagely up inside her feverishly hot anal tunnel, she would also have to admit that it wasn't all just a performance; a lot of her reacting was completely genuine. The fact of the matter was that the intense initial pain had disappeared completely and this had been replaced by a warm, tingling glow, and frankly Kiki was beginning to enjoy herself immensely.
"My God," she murmured to herself, "I'm starting to be a real whore, first a big penis up my pussy and now a fag's cock up my asshole, she criticized herself, but the lewd glow began to radiate, invading her empty cunt as the orgiastic juices flowed out on the bed. She wondered briefly if there wasn't anything that couldn't turn her on . .. eventually. She blinked her eyes and shook her head. What was the world coming to?
There was no answer to Kiki's question and the girl's body quickly surrendered to the invading cock, her last fragments of morality and human shame disappearing as her body and mind filled up with the lewd and perverted delight of being fucked savagely in the anus by a man who thought she was a boy.
Kiki floated higher, a faint layer of fragrant perspiration covering her soft skin as the sensation in her overstuffed rectum became unbearably pleasurable, and then moved into that pre-orgiastic stage of feeling sensations beyond the realm of either pain or pleasure, seemingly of some other, extra terrestrial dimension.
"Oh, Christ in heaven, give it all to me. All of it!"
Kiki was screaming and squealing, humping her naked buttocks up in the air, not caring if Serge discovered she was a girl, just hungering for the savage treatment the cock up her rectum was giving her. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough, shaking her head frantically back and forth as she felt her climax creeping up on her. "Oh, yes. Fuck it... fuck my ass harder. Oh, God, Fuck my asshole!"
Serge's muscles were rigid with strain. He braced differently and now in a more forceful position began to skewer in and out of her churning rectum with all the strength in his body, noticing with delight that his new little friend had lost complete control over his body as Kiki kept bucking and heaving like a young colt, her naked legs scissoring open and shut, her mouth open and long sighs of pleasure hissing through her teeth.
"Oh, God... don't ever stop. Oh, God," she screamed as she shoved one fist into her mouth, "I'm... yes... I'm cummmmmmmi nnnnnggg!"
"Oh yes... yes, baby... Oh, John... yes. Cum... cum... over my cock, John. Yes... Yessssss, baby ..." And then, before Serge knew it, his cock was also coming and squirting like a faucet up into Kiki's sucking anal canal, Kiki moaning and squirming at the newness of the sweet sensation and wanting to grovel and humiliate herself at his feet as she visualized his cock shooting hot thick sperm deep up inside her twitching anal canal.
"Oh, Christ," Kiki moaned as Serge's life seed flooded up into her rectum, his cock swelling momentarily to twice its normal size, cum spurting violently from the red hot glans like a stream of water from a fire hose. Serge collapsed over the softly yielding body of Ins lover as the orgasm wracked his own body, trying to kiss the young boy's perspiring neck and face in utter gratitude for what had happened.
What a perfectly formed young man, he was dreaming happily, his hands languidly caressing the boy's body. What a soft neck! What fresh pink cheeks! What dark, expressive eyes as he remembered them... And what incredible breasts, he was thinking now as he fondled and caressed...
Breasts?
Breasts!!
Yes! In the fury of Kiki's violent orgasm, she had suddenly rolled over on her side. She was too concerned with the storm of lust to think about having to conceal her sexual identity from Mr. Romanofski.
The man had raised himself up on his elbows. He looked down to see his penis slipping out from between Kiki's rosy buttocks. And then, with a groan he had watched her roll over when he saw her full, ripely naked breasts juggling sensually back and forth.
Panic stricken with shock, Serge's eyes traveled rapidly down the lush contours of the female body to the point he expected to find an erect young penis. None! There was none!
Serge Romanofski's shock came with cataclysmic force and he was literally shattered by his new knowledge.
"You're... a... girl? A girl? I can't... a girl!?"
"Oh, Mr. Romanofski ... I can explain... explain ..."
Quickly Kiki sat up. She made no effort to hide her lovely naked breasts. She reached out for him almost gently, but he leaped away from her as if she'd suddenly taken on the appearance of some evil looking demon with glaring eyes and snorting fire through her dilating nostrils...
"Oh no. Oh... noooooooo! A girl... Never ... a girl! Oh... noooooooo!"
He leaped from the bed shaking his head furiously. He seemed to be crying. He was screaming nonsense things, babbling incoherently. Hysterically he put his hands over his face so he could see no more of this disgusting, revolting sight.
"... Oh God!" he roared, "a woman ... a naked woman, dripping with the sweat of sex!"
He jumped up and then screamed again as Kiki cringed on the bed. Then with horrified eyes the young girl saw him turn on his heel and then simply hurl his naked body right through the open window. A scream died in Kiki's throat as she slowly lowered herself back down onto the mattress... and a terrifying silence flooded the hotel room.
Chapter Four
Still finding it difficult to believe, Kiki sat nakedly on the rumpled bed looking out the window Serge had leaped through. Could he actually have thought it was the door? Impossible; or had the Fates again become somehow involved. Kiki's eyes looked up at the ceiling trying to decide whether she should suddenly become hysterical or simply faint. Then she remembered one of Wang's remarks, that people who survive difficulties in life tend to do so by developing the habit of thinking only about their need for survival and not what the Fates might possibly have or have not in store for them. To Kiki, Wang's philosophy and reasoning still contained much of value even if he was an avowed murderer which he probably was by now in the eyes of the Fates, and in the eyes of the police, also.
Then, as she slipped into her panties, still moist in the crotch, she thought about Dick Whitty, Bull and Clive; and then a little about Joey and of course, Manny. Now she could add the name of Serge to a list that was beginning to confound her. Realizing the confusion a body falling from the eighteenth floor of a downtown hotel could cause, and especially at a moment when a big convention was moving into the hotel, Kiki came swiftly to the point. It would be figured Serge jumped, leaped, or was pushed from her room after the police had a moment or two to confer; and that meant she'd better get the hell out of the place. Then too, lots of the other employees knew Serge Romanofski had his evil eye on Kiki and that wouldn't help matters either.
Suddenly she was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of sirens wailing down in the street. Dressing in a short miniskirt she'd bought on one of her shopping journeys the second day on the job and then into a tight, clinging blouse that really emphasized the curves of her darling, ripe breasts, sandals, and with her long hair brushed out and lying on her shoulders, Kiki rapidly went down the hallway and stood waiting for one of the elevators.
She hadn't been there one minute before one of the doors flew open and out rushed at least six policemen, two in civilian clothes. Kiki was badly frightened and before she could get into the elevator heading down for the lobby, the doors slid shut in her face. Her escape route was cut off and she began trembling... until she noticed no one was paying any attention to her, but just to make safe, she ducked into a linen closet near the elevator. For a long time, it seemed, she waited trying to make herself comfortable on a stack of towels and sheets. Men were jabbering in the corridor and she was quick to recognize the voice of the house detective, a man she despised.
"Yeah, it looks like murder to me, Chief," he said to a uniformed police Captain.
"Yeah... yeah," answered the police chief impatiently, "so what's the rundown on this oriental kid who lives in the room you figured the boss jumped out of, huh?"
"Like I told you, it's next to his. He has the hots for his little Jap ass; see, why I figures it that way, and the Jap boy ain't cooperatin' and you know, these orientals, regardless of their size, man, they plenty strong so this Jap kid just pushes the faggot Serge right out the fuckin' window. That's how I sees it, Chief," said the hotel detective respectfully.
"A coupla queers, huh?"
"Yeah, you can say that again," replied the hotel cop.
Kiki could hear the voices drifting away and then she heard them clearly again. "Yeah," the policeman was saying, "it looks like murder all right, the bed all fucked up, blood all over the sheets, the oriental kid missing, just his waiter's uniform there, no luggage, probably a drifter. Look," he said, pointing his finger into the hotel detective's shoulder, "looks like murder and 111 get the boys down at headquarters to get out an all points on him. Then I'm gonna put a squad on all the exits here to watch for this Jap kid." He turned and jabbed the house cop in the shoulder again. "Listen to me, Jack," he said, "keep an eye open on the oriental end of this business. I heard it said like the top people think there's some kind of Eastern conspiracy, an oriental looking gal upstate just last week escaped after helping a Korean in a mass murder... yeah, keep your ears open, Jack."
Kiki almost fainted in the closet, and not only because there wasn't much air to breathe. Every time she'd peep out there'd be more people in the corridor, policemen and the curious, photographers flashing lights and men talking "from the scene of the crime" on the radio. To Kiki every time she'd peep out, it looked as if everybody was having a great party for themselves.
Except her. How on earth was she going to escape? She didn't dare take a chance on just walking out; there were too many people. She rummaged around in the closet after turning on a light to see if she could find something more decent than the miniskirt she wore.
Then luck was with her. Her hand fell on a stack of expensive silky sheets used only for the Very Important People. Grabbing one of these, she ripped off her blouse and skirt and then, oriental-sarong style, wrapped the silky covering around her naked body stylishly. Using her teeth as scissors she soon fashioned a belt and when this was tied about her waist, her new costume made her look radiant indeed!
So now if the police caught her at least the newspaper photographs would be exciting. Wearing the sexy sarong and feeling the cool silkiness of the material clinging to her body so deliciously naked under it, made her spirits brighten and she caressed her breasts through the material, her nipples stiffening and then she began to feel the gentle flames of passion burning behind them as it always did when she stroked them herself.
Again she peeped out of the linen closet door and deciding now was the time, as she'd done when she jumped into the rear of Manny's and Joey's truck, she walked proudly, her hair bouncing on her bared shoulders, right towards the bank of elevators. Fortunately or was it the Fates, she wondered Wang was looking over her in her present distress, because one of the elevator doors opened and in she scooted. She had made up her mind. She would take the elevator down to the lobby, and with the money from Mrs. Rankin which she had folded up compactly and tucked up into her vaginal channel, she would find the exit door and simply go out of the Metropolitan Hotel the way she'd come in. If they caught her, they caught her! There was nothing she could do about that. Wang had told her this over and over again; it was the Fates and they didn't listen to you; you listened to them and you obeyed what they told you to do, even though their voices weren't always audible.
Kiki was coming more and more to accept and believe in all the funny oriental things he had told her about during their brief period together. God, she hoped he was getting along okay and that the police were feeding him his rice the way he especially liked it cooked.
There was a ceiling-high mirror in the elevator and as it descended to the lobby, Kiki examined her reflection and found it more than satisfying, the hills and valleys of her splendidly-formed young body surely tantalizing to anyone who might look, the silky material tied carefully over one naked shoulder and then spread provocatively over her two ripely mature breasts. It was indeed a very respectable sarong exposing a wide expanse of her ivory smooth thigh and on the left when she turned sharply, just a teasing glimpse of her shimmering buttocks.
Kiki emerged from the elevator and, expecting to be jumped by the state troopers, instead found herself in the middle of a perfumed crowd of dandys and their ladies, everyone in fine clothing, the men tuxedoed and the women in expensive gowns touching the toes of their glistening slippers. Their jewelry was blinding to Kiki's eyes. Feeling greatly relieved and now surrounded by all this opulence and society class elegance, Kiki walked casually towards a softly lit ballroom. In the distance she could hear a full orchestra tuning up and suddenly everything all around her seemed to be terribly romantic. An almost unsupportable weight was lifting from her shoulders.
"Hi, there, gorgeous, how come I've never seen you before, huh?" came a masculine voice and Kiki found herself looking up into the shining masculine face of Tony Worthington of the Boston Worthingtons whom just everybody knew about. As if dreaming, Kiki shook her head and her long raven hair streamed over her satiny smooth shoulders; now, after the ghastly business with Serge upstairs, she just refused to believe this dramatic change was taking place.
Kiki giggled as he took her arm. She had often read about society's darling "Tony-boy" in the newspaper columns. He was everybody's favorite. He was daring and owned and raced fast cars. He loved horses and young girls. He was worth more than a million dollars and every girl Kiki had known at any of the foster farms had a dream picture of Tony Worthington in the back of their mind as the man they'd all most want to run away with and marry. Tony was the ideal young, handsome, always smiling millionaire.
"C'mon, baby, what's your name? You speak a little English, no?" he teased her. He cocked his head. He couldn't figure out how he'd missed this lovely beauty with the demure oriental look in her gorgeous face and such soft skin and wearing so daring a sarong that left almost nothing to his active imagination...
"It's Kiki," she responded, looking up at him, so strong and so tall and so very good looking. God, she thought to herself, she could eat him alive. She'd never seen any man so handsome.
'That's all?" he wondered. "No last name?"
"It's difficult to pronounce," was her answer as she followed him out to the dance floor, terribly conscious that almost everyone on the sides was watching them. She gripped Tony's arm protectively and hoped she was free of the police.
"Where are you from, Kiki?"
She was thinking of Wang. "Korea," she answered simply and then he was hugging her closer than he should as they danced out to the center of the brightly lit ballroom. They had little conversation, mostly remained silent with their eyes staring into each other's, and Tony Worthington holding her warm shapely body closer and closer so that she could feel the delightful pressure of his slowly hardening cock rubbing ever so discreetly against her thigh and then over her mossy pussy hair.
"You know, Kiki, darling," he was whispering into her ear, "I'm falling in love with you right out here on the dance floor. Isn't that just terrible, darling?" said the young, impassioned millionaire.
"And ... I love your dress. What exactly is it?" he wanted to know.
She sighed deliciously and then she made up a little story about the sarong being a Korean ceremonial gown worn by young unmarried girls of great wealth.
"You know what?" he said with a tone of conspiracy in his voice, "it feels to me like you've got nothing on under this." His eyes were wild and he was rubbing harder and harder against her now that the floor was crowding up and the lights had dimmed for a slow waltz.
"And you want to know something, you've guessed right," was her reply.
"You mean, that you're ..."
"Yes," Kiki whispered, loving the feel of his cock as it began to poke up between her parted thighs as they stood almost still weaving to the music, "yes... under my sarong I am all bare," she said, affecting an oriental accent she used to practice on Wang to make him laugh. Then she shivered deliciously in his strong arms as their lips met in the soft light.
Chapter Five
For Kiki the entire evening would be an adventure she would never forget. They danced and they hugged and they squirmed licentiously together and once she gripped his naked cock in the shadows and more than once he had his fingers up under the silky nylon sheet and buried deep up into her soaking wet pussy. Then there was the lovely limousine ride home in the moonlight and then... then the Fates again. Kiki could just not understand how they kept intruding and trying to upset her life; it was simply phenomenal but realistic.
The three savage bikers on their Harley-Davidsons were roaring down the highway when from the opposite direction came the speeding limousine heading for the Worthington estate, a palatial mansion with acres of luxurious, carefully landscaped grounds surrounding it just a few miles outside the city.
"Jesus, take a fuckin' look at that classy oversized pad," snarled one of the ugly, unshaven hoodlums from the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, dig," said his buddy, driving his speeding machine closer. "She looks like a Chink, maybe a Jap, huh?"
"Yeah, she sure does," Konrad answered. His cock was leaping already just at the brief view of the sexy Kiki reclining in the luxurious rear seat of the chauffeur-driven Mercedes as it turned suddenly into a side road that led up to the sumptuous Worthington mansion.
With a hand signal, Konrad pulled his bike off onto the shoulder, sending up a cloud of dust when he braked its roaring engine to a stop. His two companions followed. Wrinkles, the smaller of the three toughs, but a born street fighter, was the last to swing his tight jeans-covered leg over the smooth leather of his own motorcycle, a black and silver beauty of which he was as proud as he was of his two missing front teeth and his overall ugliness, including his inexplicably, prematurely wrinkled face, thus his nickname.
"So, what you guys got up your sleeve?" Wrinkles wanted to know, spitting onto the asphalt.
"Don't get me wrong," snarled Konrad. "I don't want the fucking car. Where the hell we'd put it, huh?" he laughed. He squinted his eyes and dug one finger into his ear. "I want that Chink broad, that's what I want! Jesus, she rings a loud bell right down in my balls," he exclaimed.
The last of the Hell's Angels threesome was called Sonny because of his perpetual, meaningless smile, the sort one sees on a baby's face in the middle of a bowel movement. Even when one of Sonny's unfortunate knifing victims was gagging his last breath, spitting up blood, the last image he saw was Sonny's beatific smile, the softly lighted eyes and the white polished teeth just showing between his girlishly pink lips.
In the darkness, Konrad's arm holding them back, the three bikers waited until the sleek limo parked on one side of the great mansion. Hiding their motorcycles in the bush, the three hoods snaked their way up to the house. At one corner, crouched in the bushes, they saw the lighted swimming pool, and now they could hear the elegantly attired gentleman from the limousine introducing the Chinese-looking girl to two other couples sitting around the softly lighted pool smoking and drinking leisurely. "Oh, Tony, wasn't the party the greatest bore?" asked Shiela.
"Yes, m'darlin', except I brought me back the prize," and then he introduced Kiki from Korea, doing a little dance as he bowed and presented the saronged young lady with one breast almost visible and her attitude from having consumed several goblets of golden champagne changed considerably as far as managing the silky costume she wore. It didn't take more than a minute for each of Tony Worthington's guests, all high, on marijuana, to guess Kiki was stark naked under the clinging sheet.
"Man, is those cats rich!" exclaimed under his breath.
"Shut your mouth. We don't care how rich they are, we want that Chink gal, right?"
Sonny slapped Konrad on the back. Konrad didn't turn to look at him. There was something about Sonny's face that mixed Konrad up every time he glanced into his ever-smiling eyes. "Yeah," said Sonny. "She looks like a nice slippery piece of asshole, huh, Konrad?"
"Shhhhhhh!" was Konrad's reply as the three cyclists watched through the shrubbery. The three girls were chatting together, as were the boys. The Chinese-looking girl, although listening to the others, was obviously deep in thought. Kiki couldn't believe all this was happening and at any moment she really expected something horrible like a gorilla to leap out of the bushes and grab her. Why she couldn't get Wang out of her thoughts tonight, she just couldn't understand.
"Give me your attention, please," said Tony Worthington, standing. He'd just taken a puff on a tightly rolled cigarette and was exhausting the intoxicating fumes and smiling broadly at his guests. Tony put his arm around Kiki's shoulder, one hand cupping a half naked breast as his friends, only one of them fully dressed, watched him eagerly.
"What the hell's he up to now?" asked Wrinkles.
"Shut the fuck up," whispered Konrad. "How do I know?"
"Shit," said Sonny, "don't you know everything, Konrad?"
One of these days, thought Konrad to himself, as much as he liked Sonny and approved of his quick justice with .a switch blade or a slashing whip chain, he was gonna...
"You see this lovely gown Kiki's wearing," Tony went on, his other hand now sliding suggestively up and down the inside of Kiki's bared thigh, the sheet swept aside to almost expose the tiny dark curly hairs of her bewitching pussy, "well, my children," he continued, smiling broadly as Kiki pressed up against him, her childish, slanted eyes beaming up into his, "this... this is a ceremonial gown and ... it signifies her ... I mean, when a Korean girl wears this particular gown," he was stumbling on, the marijuana obviously taking firmer hold on his brain, "It means that she's a virgin and she's looking for a lover ..."
Kiki giggled. "That's not what I said at all."
Tony Worthington hugged her close. He raised one arm. "All those in favor of seeing Kiki select her lover for tonight, raise their right hand," he laughed drunkenly.
Kiki tried to wiggle away but she didn't really want to at all. To the contrary, she was rather enjoying herself and when she'd pretend to struggle in Tony's arms and the silky sheet would raise up and expose almost her total nudity, she'd shiver and squirm and wriggle seductively until the gown was back where it belonged.
Tony's guests roared their approval and before Kiki realized what was happening, the two girls had stripped off their own brassieres and brief panties and were now naked. They rushed up to Kiki and in seconds, they both had her stripped naked and were dancing around her, chanting some kind of foolishness about Korean virgins they were both making up as college girls seem to have a way of doing.
"Hell, look at that!" marveled Konrad in sheer amazement, "they're all strippin'!"
"What are we waitin' for?" Wrinkles wanted to know. He punched Sonny playfully in the ribs. "Hey, c'mon, huh. We want that Chink gal, don't we?"
"Yeah," growled Konrad, "what the hell we waitin' for is right!"
When the three men suddenly jumped out of the bushes, Kiki simply looked over at them when one of the naked girls screamed out what was happening. To Kiki, here came the Fates again. She just couldn't get over it! Here she was just starting to have a nice time, the pot getting into her blood stream and her almost virginal pussy lubricating so sweetly in anticipation of Tony Worthington's elegant society penis and then, with no warning (was there ever?) enter the demons and these she didn't like the looks of at all.
One of Tony's male friends started to run for the house.
"Hey you," came a hard voice, "you stop or you get a knife in your back!" The boy stopped in his tracks.
"Stay where the fuck you are," growled Konrad to Tony as he started to move to protect Kiki, "stay or I'll cut your balls off," Konrad warned him, the moonlight reflecting brightly off the sharp blade he held in his dirty fist.
"What do . .. what do you want?" Tony managed to ask finally. He was shivering in fear. He'd never confronted a situation like this before although he had read about such things happening. It was one of those situations where "things like this could never happen to me".
The three hoods, Konrad, Sonny and Wrinkles walked menacingly towards them out of the darkness. "Listen, asshole," said Konrad, "we want your chink broad, understand?" he snapped, deciding it was time to announce their intentions. He knew the three of them had the society bastards where they wanted them.
Although Tony Worthington wanted to protest, he could bring himself to do nothing at the moment. He watched quietly as Wrinkles, unzipping his fly, came up and grabbed the naked Kiki and pulled her up to him cruelly.
Sonny just looked at Tony Worthington. "You try to move, buster, you try to call the cops, buster, you do anything, your friends do anything, and we chop you up into little pieces, understand?" asked the ever-smiling face.
Tony just looked into the deep blue eyes, then he made up his mind. He'd have to fight for his guests. And the only thing he knew was he'd faithfully practiced his karate regularly. Gathering his wits together, the young socialite launched his muscular body into the air, one fast foot lashing out and catching the startled Konrad on the left side of the head. The tough bully went down to the grass with a deep groan, caught completely off-guard, and the vicious-looking blade he'd been holding spun out of his hand and plunged into the depths of the pool.
This trio had been in lots of fights since they came together and they reacted quickly. To prevent her from running away, Wrinkles shoved Kiki roughly into the pool and he spun around just in time to catch a karate chop on the side of his neck which dizzied him to the tiled floor. Then a double chop blow sent Wrinkles spinning on the wet pool surface.
Sonny was the smallest of them all and he knew now the bikers were fighting someone who knew how to defend himself and he took his time waiting for his moment to leap in. And when he did, he thrust a murderous open hand towards Tony's throat and at the same time kicked him viciously in the groin. Tony Worthington went down like a bag of potatoes and before he knew it, both Sonny, Wrinkles, then joined by Konrad, were beating and stomping the daylights out of the young socialite.
Kiki was screaming when the men got up to their knees. "Please don't hurt him any more," she cried. "Please," she was screaming as she pulled her nakedly glistening body out of the pool, but the three bikers ignored her for the moment and concentrated on punishing Tony for having had the brass to attack them in the first place. This trio wasn't used to being attacked. Wrinkles was using his fists, slamming his knuckles murderously into Tony's handsome face.
"Hey, wait up," Sonny called out. "I feel like cuttin' off his balls anyway."
"Oh noooooo," cried Kiki. "Oh, no... please."
Tony Worthington was a bleeding heap on the pool tile, blood from his various wounds flowing freely as he lay helplessly with his mouth open, blood dribbling down his chin. They had almost killed him.
Wrinkles flashed his switch blade. "I'm gonna give this bastard something to remember us by," said the horribly wrinkled hoodlum. "I'm gonna carve my initials in his chest," he breathed. "Hell never forget us."
Kiki froze by the side of the pool, her heart beating wildly as she watched Wrinkles poised with the deadly knife over Tony's chest. One glance at the young millionaire's friends told Kiki they were not going to interfere; the two couples huddled together in obvious terror as they watched in fascination as Wrinkles spread Tony's boyish body out on the bloody tiles and then sadistically lowered the blade to a point between Tony's nipples. The steel blade sank in a quarter-inch and Tony moaned in pain but knew better than to fight back. His position, with the other two hoods each brandishing switch blades and standing over him, was a completely hopeless one.
Kiki could almost hear Tony's flesh tearing as the fiendish biker carved the initial "W" into his chest, blood streaming down over Tony's rib cage. The couples gasped in horror as the hoodlum completed the bloody carving.
Kiki was beside herself trying to make some sense out of the ugly moment. Then she dragged herself up to her feet, her gleamingly naked body dripping wet.
She began to weave and raise and lower her arms seductively. "Hey, you guys," she said in her oriental accent, a bright smile on her lips, "I thought it was me you wanted, not him. So how's about it, huh?" she asked, weaving and gyrating her naked hips and casually rubbing her hairy vagina with her fingers and then looking at them demurely, finally letting her slanted eyes fall to their tight bulging crotches.
And when Kiki saw the toughest one begin to respond, she let her dainty fingers flutter upwards and cup her perfectly formed mounds, fondling them, stroking and squeezing her nipples as her bright, oriental eyes gleamed at them. She knew she had now distracted them and she was somewhat pleased with herself, not only because she'd put a temporary halt to their brutality with Tony, but because she knew she was in command of a situation, a position in reality which she thought she'd never reach. If Sonny, the smiling one, was going to cut off Tony's balls, then all of her plans would go up in smoke. Kiki was actually growing more and more fond of young Tony Worthington and it wasn't just his money; it was mostly because of how courageously he was able to endure the horrible beating and torture.
"You're damn right it's you," laughed Konrad. He looked up in amazement at this incredible young Oriental gal.
"Then why are you bothering with him?" asked Kiki, stamping her bare foot petulantly, a gesture that caused the heavy sensuous globes of her delectable breasts to jiggle seductively. "You know," she smiled coyly, "I'm just not used to being kept waiting ..."
Dumbfounded, the trio turned to face her. They'd never met a female who objected to a delay in the process of getting raped.
"So okay," snapped Konrad to Wrinkles. "Lock those idiots up in the bathhouse. That's it over there," he pointed, "and then we'll all fuck her and fuck the hell off, okay, you guys?" Konrad didn't like the looks of the boy Wrinkles had carved up. He was pumping blood like a stuck pig!
When Sonny and Wrinkles dragged Tony and pushed the others into the bathhouse, they ran back to where Konrad was standing, running his hands lewdly over Kiki who was moaning and writhing in his strong arms. As the others drew near, she let her body fall slack. "Do with me whatever you wish," she sighed. "I'm putting myself in your hands."
"What's the matter," Konrad snarled, "you sick in the head or somethin'?"
Kiki said nothing and just lay limp in Konrad's arms, conscious that this seemed the best way to distract them and give a chance to Tony and his friends to seek some kind of help, someone to come and arrest these rough hoodlums who smelled of grease and body filth. Wang would have approved of her giving herself up this way as a kind of sacrifice to the Fates and she was more than willing to do anything to save poor Tony from any further torture. God, how he must be suffering. And the sight of his blood literally boiling out of his body had almost the same effect the sight of Dick Whitty's blood bubbling out of his neck when Wang had sliced his throat...
"Oh, ohooooo," Kiki was moaning as she let her naked body be carried from the poolside into the luxurious mansion. Wrinkles placed her nakedness down on a thick rug while the other two investigated and soon returned. "Christ, this is really rich!" Konrad exclaimed, rubbing his hands. Kiki could see he'd never been this close to such wealth and opulence. He was literally flabbergasted but suddenly glancing at her dazzling nudity as she lay with her long naked legs splayed open on the rug and her soft, downy vagina completely exposed, his thoughts turned to her. He stripped naked in a flash, grinning from ear to ear as his ugly penis leaped out from between his hairy legs.
Both Wrinkles and Sonny stripped and now they were leering at Kiki as she lay there, waiting for them to consume her. "Right on, baby," said Konrad, squeezing her breasts, "Let's all smack her together, huh?"
His long throbbing cock waved obscenely in Kiki's face as he kneeled triumphantly over her nakedness, and Kiki suddenly realized the significance of what he had just proposed. Do it all together? How... what could he possibly mean?
"Okay," Konrad grinned, "but first lemme get her warmed up, huh? She's real fine eatin' pussy if I ever saw a ripe pussy," he said and then bent his head. "I'm gonna have me a real taste, you guys, see?"
Without further warning, the muscular biker thrust his swarthy face between her obscenely outstretched legs and soon he was staring licentiously into the intimate privacy of Kiki's moistly palpitating cunt. Konrad's thick calloused fingers actively drew apart the interfolded pinkish lips of Kiki's pussy, but she did her best to lay perfectly still, her ears alert for any sound of the police or any other helpers on their way to pull them out of their troubles. From the corner of her half-lidded eyes she saw the others watching eagerly as they played with their erect cocks and sucked on their lower lips as they waited for the leader's signal to join in. Kiki didn't understand it at all but it thrilled her to realize how much in charge Konrad was and also how expertly his tongue was wallowing inside her highly charged, oozing vagina, his large, grease-stained fingers surprisingly delicate.
His thick lips inched closer and Kiki sighed in despair as she felt the sensitive caress of his hot breath sending electrifying sparks of forbidden pleasure up into her trembling cunt. Kiki had no hope of being able to resist his lewd attack, if past experience was any guide. Every time a man touched her, he set her on fire, and there was no reason to expect things to be different this time, despite what had happened to Tony when Wrinkles had cut his initial into his chest. What a bloody scene that had been and she couldn't shake the image out of her mind as she lay with her legs splayed wide, almost hungering for the tip of his long weaving tongue to snake through her wet pussy lips. But she couldn't let him know this ... if they were to escape. The best Kiki could hope for was concealing her true feelings from these sadistic rapists. She must not give them the pleasure of knowing what they were doing to her!
Konrad's head dropped and without warning his long hot tongue probed hungrily into the moistly throbbing passage of Kiki's darling cunt. Instantly, Kiki felt the tiny whisps of illicit sex-joy curling deep up in her belly. Konrad attached again and again, relentlessly, his tongue pushing its way further and further up into her rapidly warming vagina as her sleek buttocks wiggled convulsively. Wrinkles and Sonny found it hard to decide whether she was desperately trying to prevent the furious tongue licking she was enduring or if her resistance had already come to an end and Kiki was beginning to enjoy the bizarre, lewd thing being done to her by the expert cunt licker, Konrad Bernheim. And the truth of the matter, had there been any way for either hoodlum to know, was that Kiki wasn't sure either.
"Oh God save us," she gasped and then mumbled to herself incoherently as Konrad savagely ravaged her pussy, the flames leaping higher and higher. With a poorly concealed sob, Kiki had to admit to herself that the game was nearly up. The roller coaster of her over stimulated senses had started to roll and she was going with it for the longest, wildest ride of her life! In a few short moments, Kiki had all but forgotten about Tony Worthington, the possible outside help, and even the bloody "W" on Tony's chest. Gone were her fears and hopes for the future, overwhelmed by the deeply gnawing hunger buried deep in the pit of her belly, and the emptiness which cried out to be filled at any cost.
Yes . .. yesssss. Cock! It was cock she needed and she knew in a brief awful moment of self-awareness that she needed it badly. But she could not give up the role she had played all of her adult life. She would have to let the Fates take control of the brutish desires the bikers had and when The Fates decided they would all fuck her and give her the lovely hard cock she desperately longed for... then it would happen .. . not before. Wang had taught this to her time and time again in the back of the diner with one hand up her short skirt as she fondled his thigh and rubbed his always erect penis.
Kiki was drifting into a soft golden glow induced by Konrad's stabbing tongue when she suddenly felt a huge, enormously hard cock being placed in either hand as Wrinkles and Sonny now kneeled on either side of her head. The Fates! She gripped the hard cocks and squeezed them as Konrad, looking up and seeing what was happening, renewed his energies and began to lash his tongue in and up and down and out as Kiki wiggled and writhed each time it would bury itself deep inside and each time he'd draw it out, almost driving her mad with impassioned desire, so mad she'd be humping her naked cunt back at his sucking hot mouth, jerking on the two cocks at the same time she was swinging her head from side to side, her tongue washing over her parched lips as one ecstasy after another rippled over her feverish body.
Kiki began to moan uncontrollably and sweat was breaking out all over her quivering body. She needed cock and she needed it now. Her parched lips parted: "Oh, God, won't one of you fuck me... oh... please... somebody, fuck... fuck me!"
There was a moment's confusion while the three goons sorted out who would go where and who would do what. It was obvious to them that taking her one at a time was out of the question, their hunger was so fabulous. All three thugs were literally drooling from the mouth as Kiki realized dimly that she was .about to be buffeted among the three like a hapless rag doll, all the orifices of her tender young body being used as lewd receptacles for their fiery hot sperm, but she knew in the same horrifying moment that there was nothing she could do to stop them... and even if she really deep in her heart, wanted to. It was their game and she'd play by their rules, that much was obvious!
Konrad threw his naked body on the floor alongside her now and he kept plugging her wet pussy with his sword-like tongue. Wrinkles rolled Kiki over on her side and she felt the man's hands probing lecherously between the smooth firm half-moons of her lovely buttocks. Kiki's ankles were pulled apart now and she groaned with pain as the two men, each working from opposite sides of her nakedly tormented young body, stretched open her thighs in order to spread wide her crotch for the carnal indignities they intended to inflict upon her.
Konrad entered her first, pounding his way up into her churning vagina and finding to his surprise and delight that Kiki was totally ready for him. The soft moist internal flesh of Kiki's little used cunt gripped Konrad's prick with astonishing force, and the tough, ruthless biker found himself obliged to groan aloud with intense pleasure. As for Kiki, she was too far lost in a merciless mental jungle of both wicked shame and wild physical excitement now to object to anything at all these brutes might try to do to her helpless young body, but she did groan in discomfort when she felt Wrinkle's stubby fingers invading the cleft between her rosy buttocks, poking persistently at the tiny pink elastic circle of her anus.
It came to Kiki with a shock that it had been only a matter of hours since Serge Romanofski had taken her there and her rectum was still soft and yielding. Kiki did not know the meaning of the word "anal-erotic", but her brief experience with. the hotelman, unpleasant as it had been, had indeed taught her that the use of her rear passage was not necessarily all that terrible. Kiki took in a deep breath as she soon felt Wrinkle's long thin cock sliding obscenely between her smooth buttocks, knowing that it would be uncomfortable in the beginning but also realizing from experience that she could take it... and that she... well, she liked the glow it gave her!
"Ohooooooooo, yesssssss. Aaaggggghhhhh!"
Kiki groaned again and again as the pointy tip of Wrinkle's super-hardened instrument fought its way up into the narrow tight opening. Wrinkle was decidedly larger than Serge had been and his getting in was more painful. But Wrinkle was determined and he ground his prick into her, jerking his hips forward ruthlessly and grunting with obscene joy as he felt his iron hard cock slowly disappearing into the flaccid and unresisting flesh of her badly stretched little rectum.
"God," he exclaimed, "I got it all the way up, you guys. All the fuckin' way up her asshole!" Besides loving to boast, Wrinkles loved to fuck and now that his cock was buried in deep he began promptly rocking slowly back and forth in order to widen the tortured back passage to his satisfaction. For a few minutes, he and Konrad slammed their respective cocks into Kiki in a haphazard, uncoordinated manner, grunting and laughing as the poor battered girl bounced back and forth between their two slippery bodies, the breath knocked out of Kiki's lungs by the rampant force of this bizarre rape. And, to make matters worse, Sonny was now dancing wildly up and down on the floor, his gigantic pulsating cock in his hands, practically delirious with joy as he watched the oriental girl being fucked half to death right before his eyes.
"Hey. let's get together better, huh, you guys?" grunted Konrad as the rug seemed to be bucking and heaving. "Let's go into the bedroom, okay? My back's killin' me."
All three dragged poor Kiki into the bedroom on the mansion's ground floor. Kiki couldn't wait to feel the two hard pricks back up inside her cunt and anus. God, both holes were on fire from the hot, punching cocks.
Once on the bed with Sonny kneeling on a pillow, both Konrad and Wrinkles shoved their instruments back home and now they pushed and pulled more comfortably, more or less simultaneously, and Kiki's body seemed to fill up with charges of fiery alternating current as one achingly hard cock plunged into the yielding submissive depths of her body and abruptly withdrew as the other up her anus took its place.
"Now... now, both together!" cried Konrad, pitching into Kiki like a maddened bull. 'Together... together, Wrinkles!"
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" groaned Kiki, now half out of her mind as the two men, timing their strokes, plunged home into her body simultaneously. But the degrading treatment she was receiving from the two men was always displaced by the intense pleasure both rockhard cocks were giving her feverish body at the same time.
Tentatively, Kiki's hips began to rotate in tiny circles as the lust in her overheated body began to spread and ripple out over her naked voluptuousness. Then, suddenly, Sonny was kneeling by her head, arranging his body so that Kiki's flushed, perspiring face stared up at his long, pulsating rod which was suspended over her open lips like the prow of a ship.
"Okay," said Sonny, his face still frozen in that weird terrifying smile, "you're gonna suck a little cock, China gal. And you'll love it while they're up your cunt and ass." He taunted her cruelly, taking his bludgeoning instrument in both hands and rubbing it humiliatingly around the corners of her rosy mouth. He expected that this, at least, would cause her to rebel, but he didn't count on the extreme lust overwhelming Kiki as she was ready for anything by now and she simply smiled up at him, opened her mouth wide and sucked his enormous cock into her mouth and began slurping on it instantly as the two other cocks were reaming in and out of her soaking wet cunt and anus in a rhythm that was sure to drive the poor, young oriental girl right out of her mind.
Yes, now Kiki's body was filled with prick. She was doing everything a woman could do for a man and she was doing it all at once for three men. Reveling in this, Kiki's first orgasm swept over her without warning and she found herself a little amazed at how easy it was for her to cum.
Then Konrad began to grunt behind her, flinging out a stream of obscenities as his cock suddenly ballooned, nearly doubling in size, as his semen sprayed from his swollen testicles into the warmly receptive upper reaches of her thirsty vagina. And when she came, she came with him, sucking Sonny's cock so far down her throat in her newfound ecstasy that the smiling biker feared her teeth might chop it off.
But it was Wrinkles, thrusting up her anus, who was scheduled to be next, closing his eyes and shoving his hot rod of flesh with all his strength as a sudden shocking spasm took possession of his plunging body. Kiki had just floated back to earth from Konrad's orgasm when she was ready for take-off immediately and she went up with Wrinkles, his rigidly quivering cock-shaft crushing hard against the ridges of her anus. This cum seemed to go on forever for Kiki and for Wrinkles, too, as he pumped his hot sticky sperm violently up into her hungrily sucking anus, her muscles she was now learning to use milking every drop of his cum out of his spurting cock.
And then at last it was Sonny's turn and he knew it, watching as his companions in crime moved back away from the sweating oriental gal whose long black hair was plastered on her shoulders, neck and delicious breasts, beads of sweat running like streamlets in the lovely valley between them.
Sonny's burning cock was halfway down Kiki's throat and he wanted to prolong his intense pleasure, to make it last much longer but the sight of all this ecstasy was too much for him and this included Kiki's cooperation which he had never expected, for now she was giving his cock everything she had, even squeezing and pinching his hairy testicles as she sucked furiously and caressed his cock with her twirling tongue, rubbing it over her cheeks, her eyes and stimulating him beyond belief.
Sonny came, very hard, his hot sperm spraying recklessly deep into the back of Kiki's throat as he fiercely clutched her long black hair lest she try to escape her fate... but Kiki was right with him, gulping ravenously, sucking and drinking him as if his cum were nectar, nibbling and sucking on his slowly deflating penis like a mother cat licking her newborn. She couldn't get enough!
For a long while she lay there on the bed. She could hear the bikers dressing, the snap of their heavy leather belt buckles and the click of their booted heels. All three of them were almost completely exhausted and they knew it... Konrad and Sonny couldn't remember when they'd shot their load like that!
Finally she sat up slowly. She looked at them. "Did I make you all happy?"
Sonny lowered his head but the smile on his face remained. He said nothing.
Both Konrad and Wrinkles looked sheepish and neither had an answer when Kiki repeated herself.
"Now," she said, tempting the Fates because she wasn't sure how to manage them any further, but feeling that her timing was just right that is, if the noises she heard out on the portico near the pool were the ones she expected to hear, "now, if you'll just tell me where I can meet you tomorrow, somewhere in the city, I'll start getting my things together tonight and leave these stuck-up creeps in the morning."
"Oh, c'mon, baby," said Konrad. "We got room for that delicious little ass of yours, haven't we, you guys?"
"Sure do! We sure have," said Wrinkles.
Sonny said nothing but took her hand. He started leading her out the door into the corridor and it was here that Kiki saw the glint on the shotgun barrel.
She walked just a few paces with Sonny and then she dived into a closet. Just as she did, three horrifying shotgun blasts roared inside the mansion and in less time than it takes to tell, Konrad and Wrinkles had their heads blown off while the blast that ripped through Sonny's chest, killing him instantly, did not do a speck of damage to his smiling face. His weird features looked as animated in death as they did in life.
Kiki crawled out of the closet. Tony stood with the smoking shotgun looking out of glazed eyes, then he swayed and collapsed on the rug...
Chapter Six
Kiki didn't remember the shock and fatigue that suddenly overwhelmed her physically and she fell exhausted to the rug that quickly began to suck up the blood from the three murdered bikers' bodies as it poured out of eye sockets and other punctures in the pellet-blasted bodies Tony Worthington had shotgunned to death before he himself fell into a dead faint.
Thus when Kiki finally awakened she had no really good idea where she was. Her heavily lidded eyes, the result of a doctor having given her a strong sedative, refused to open wide until she forced them and then she found herself looking up at a decorated ceiling, a lavish painting of nymphets and angels flying whisply around in a star-studded heavenly blue sky with pinkish furry clouds and she could almost hear the birds twittering at eventide.
As usual, she was stark naked but she seemed to be lying in an opulently luxurious bed in a room suitable for a French Queen. Through filmy-curtained, high floor to ceiling windows, she could see the sun already high in the sky, sending long yellow shafts of warm, comforting light ,across the inlaid wooden floor. As she let herself drift back up into consciousness, the horrid, bloody events of the previous evening rumbled back into her mind. And now she was slowly recalling everything, Tony being taken away in an ambulance, the frantic doctor, the parents of the other socialites taking charge and then the sudden appearance of a kindly, well preserved middle-aged woman who treated Kiki with such a motherly tenderness the oriental girl now believed it was in her comforting arms she had finally collapsed. Then, suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, Kiki remembered. The woman, yes, she was Tony's mother. With her daughter, Nancylee, she had returned unexpectedly from a cruise to the U.S. Virgin Islands, her frivolous, man-about-town husband, Anthony Brighton Worthington III, Tony's father, following as soon as he could manage his affairs, which was to cancel several clandestine meetings with some voodoo queens he'd met at a local carnival up in the mountains of St. Thomas. Yes, but yes, Kiki was remembering everything, all the confusion... Nancylee screaming that her brother was dying... the two young girls the hoodlums had locked up in the bathhouse running around hysterically naked, one of them completely splashed by Tony's life blood... and then the disgustingly morbid scene of the removal of the three blasted bodies of the thugs who had started all the trouble and then the servants who had flown back with Mrs. Worthington cleaning and mopping up the blood and pieces of human flesh that had splattered all over everything. It had been thoroughly ghastly and Kiki didn't wonder that it had been enough to knock her out.
But now, surprisingly enough, she felt immeasurably better. She stretched her lovely body luxuriously and then raising up allowed her eyes to roam over her magnificently upthrust breasts, linger on her pert, nipple buds and then glide down to her narrow waist, down further to the mossy glen of curly black pussy hair guarding the portals of her delicious slit. As she appraised and examined her long, symmetrical legs and looked at her dainty feet and toes, she came to the conclusion that the three thugs fucking her simultaneously with their cocks up her anus, up her pussy and deep down her throat had done little if any harm to her. Yes, her anus was still tender but that would go away she was sure.
Suddenly the door to the lovely room opened and Kiki quickened, reaching for a silky sheet to cover her glorious nakedness.
"Oh, little darling," said an aristocratic woman's voice, "it is only me... and you needn't bother being shy." The voice was soft and friendly and very soothing. Kiki knew at once that this had to be Tony's mother. It was obvious that her socialite son had inherited his majestic bearing and his breeding and exquisite manners from her.
It was after she and Mr. Worthington had a quiet conversational breakfast together, both sitting on the bed, Kiki's adorable body completely naked and the older woman's eyes traveling over it appreciably every chance she had, that it suddenly dawned on Kiki that she really liked this family.
The wealthy socialite's gratitude to Kiki for the part she played in distracting the three hoodlums and actually sacrificing her youthful body so that her precious son, Tony, wasn't mortally harmed a fact both agreed could have taken place if Kiki hadn't had the courage to intervene was immense!
"I don't know how you did it, my little darling," said Mrs. Worthington, just the suggestion of a tear in her eye. "Those three terrible, filthy men all touching your lovely white body and the dreadful things they probably did to you... oh, Heaven help us!"
It was here that Kiki took the older woman's hand and patted it, telling her that she had simply shifted her degree of consciousness from one plateau to another and thus that she was able to tolerate the pain and the gross humiliation to which she'd been exposed. Then speaking slowly and reflectively, Kiki told Mrs. Worthington little stories of her life and finally the entire truth of how she'd met her son, Tony, and how eternally grateful she would be to him - and basically that was the principle reason for her sacrificing her body and her morality for the life of her son.
Tony's mother cried softly throughout the long story telling, her hands caressing Kiki's thighs or her fingers trailing loosely over Kiki's arm as the older woman listened with rapt attention to everything the young girl said.
Then as the sun's rays became wider and late afternoon shadows were gathering and the sympathetic woman had received the latest report from the hospital that after plastic surgery her son would be like new in just a week or so, the conversation between her and Kiki turned toward Nancylee.
Mrs. Worthington was becoming more and more impressed with Kiki's maturity, her attitude toward life and its problems. Although she gave no indication to the young girl, she found many of the things Kiki said inspiring and strangely constructive, especially in her criticism of her son and the other socialites she'd met at the grand ball in the Metropolitan Hotel. All in all, Kiki seemed more wise and worldly than any young girl she'd ever met; and the more aware of this fact Tony's mother became, as her long intimate conversation with Kiki continued, the more convinced the older woman was that although it would be taking a risk in confiding her problems with her daughter to Kiki, perhaps it was a well advised risk. To tell the truth, Kiki's opinions and attitudes seemed more therapeutic to Mrs. Worthington than all the costly clinical advice and counseling she'd undergone in the see-saw management of Nancylee's multiple sexual problems. Not one of the expensive psychiatrists to whom Nancylee had gone to since her "trauma" began had any clear insight into the young girl's problem, and check after check paid out to these genuine, well-qualified practitioners of psychic philosophy appeared to Nancylee's mother to be nothing more than throwing good money away - even though it wasn't her money. Mr. Worthington was Nancylee's father; she was only her mother...
At last Mrs. Worthington asked Kiki the question: "My dear, do you think you could help Nancylee, even a little bit... to better understand herself? Who she is, what she is, I mean, sexually, of course?" The older woman sighed. "To tell you the truth, her father and I have just about given up, but I wonder I just wonder," she went on, "if you couldn't do the poor child some good ... I mean, your having had so much "honest" experience with the opposite sex, my dear." Kiki would never forget looking up into Mrs. Worthington's sad grey eyes and answering that if the Fates saw fit for her to be of service, that's the way it would be... Kiki closed her eyes. Wang would be so proud of her now. * * * It was mid morning the following day. When Kiki awakened this time she knew where she was... the delicious scent of springtime in the air, the chirping song-birds ... in the distance the sound of a dog barking happily... and then, the tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs and home-brewed coffee and toast. Everything was so marvelous Kiki could even smell the butter melting..., Nancylee looked more than skeptical when she entered Kiki's new suite of rooms in the Worthington mansion into which Kiki had moved at Mrs. Worthington's urging. ("Darling, you'll love it, the view, the intimacy, the comfort you live only once, my dear. Never forget that!")
Kiki arranged the shortie, chiffon and very transparent nightie she wore as she looked up at Nancylee approaching. The young frigid girl (her mother's words) was the typical American girl one expected to see lovely, tall, supple and slender with exquisitely rounded breasts that hardly jiggled as she walked. Nancylee was a child of light where as Kiki, because of her oriental heritage, was a fascinating creature of the mysterious darkness, her hair, her clear skin and her blue eyes all smoldering and sensual.
As Nancylee smiled a very brief smile and sat down at the foot of Kiki's bed, her long hair caught the sunlight and its auburn tint reflected the sunbeams.
"My mother told me last night that maybe you and I should have a little talk, Kiki, but I did want to thank you myself personally for what you did for our family for my brother, especially. We all like him so much even if he is a bit of a snob at times."
For some minutes the two girls talked back and forth, each feeling out the other for differences in attitudes, opinions and the like to see if they could like each other and it wasn't long before each felt eager to know the other much better.
"Mother said you could teach me lots of things about men. I guess she told you this horror I have for them, how they just turn me off, how ugly and brutal they all are that is, except my brother but then," she sighed forlornly, "he is my brother, isn't he and that..." She sighed and lowered her eyes with another sigh of exasperation and resignation.
"I know what you mean, honey," said Kiki. Then the young oriental girl got right down to the point. "Your mother told me all about your sexual problems ..."
"Everything? Even about my cumming... which is a real problem... even in masturbation," she said haltingly with just a touch of flushed embarrassment reflected in her lovely eyes.
"Yes, Nancylee, that too, honey." She paused and let her eyes flow over Nancylee's body. She wore a tight blouse and Kiki could tell that underneath, her gorgeous breasts were bare. Then once when Nancylee shifted her legs, Kiki was almost certain she'd caught a glimpse of silky blonde cuntal hair between her smooth white thighs - unless the panties the young beautiful debutante wore were skin tight and colored a soft, pale yellow like early morning sunlight. Then her exquisite eyes roved over Nancylee's exquisite face. "Is it that you just don't like men, maybe, honey?"
"Tell the truth, mother said. Well, not too much," she replied, wrinkling her nose and looking cute and pixyish like the beautiful young heiress she was. "But I've never made it with a girl either," she smiled softly, her eyes nodding towards Kiki's half exposed breasts, so ripe and swollen and exciting in the soft light filtering through the filmy curtains and casting dancing shadows on the expensive sheets. "I'm just not a very sexy person. Maybe that's all it is and the doctors just can't accept that because of how sexy I look. Maybe it's that, do you think, Kiki?"
"Let's see you nude, honey." "Do you really want to, Kiki? Just asking me that gives me the shivers."
"Is that bad or good, honey?" Nancylee laughed softly as she began to unbutton her blouse, "Good! It made me tingle all over, especially down here," she said, brushing her lacquered fingertips over her pubic mound and then giggling with her eyes beaming into Kiki's.
When she took off the skirt, Kiki wasn't at all surprised that Nancylee was entirely naked. And her body was exquisitely shaped, and every inch sensuous and enticing. Kiki wet her lips with her tongue and let her eyes caress every inch of Nancylee's dazzling nakedness.
The young heiress sat down on the bed again but this time closer to Kiki who had now thrown off the sheet and made no effort to pull the nightie tight, the flaps gaping open and exposing almost all of Kiki's delightfully naked body.
"I've never been this naked with another girl," said Nancylee, "and you've got a beautiful body. Mother says you told her you have no trouble cumming at all, huh?"
"No, none," Kiki replied. "When I want it to happen after the build-up ..."
"... the build-up?" interrupted the debutante.
"Yes, after the joy gets you so hot you feel you want to pee all over and you don't care what you pee on or if you're dressed or even in public... then you, I mean, well, I concentrate down here." Kiki cupped her bare pussy after kicking off the sheet and spread her legs far apart to expose her prominent hair-lined cuntal slit to Nancylee's probing eyes. Slowly Kiki wormed her middle finger up into her wetly clasping vagina and squirmed and humped her buttocks in short rapid jerks. "And then with a little more concentration, Zap, I'm cumming," the young oriental girl laughed, suddenly pulling her knees up under her chin and hugging them close as she grinned at the naked heiress whose eyes seemed riveted between Kiki's ivory smooth thighs through which her soft downy vaginal lips peeped out.
"Oh, I wish that could happen to me," sighed Nancylee. "Life is so dull for me. Nothing turns me on. I'm so bored and nobody, not even the specialists, can find out what's wrong with me, Kiki. What do you think it is. C'mon, tell me. I can take it. Be honest, please."
"Okay," Kiki smiled prettily, "come up here closer to me and we'll give it a try, honey. I won't promise anything but at least well try, okay?"
Nancylee hugged the almond-eyed girl and put Kiki much further at ease and when the younger girl's perfumed skin, so satiny and nice to touch, came closer, Kiki found herself intoxicated by her nearness; she shivered herself a little as she hugged the naked girl closer and they began rubbing their lips together, and finally their two tongues met, tentatively before Nancylee sighed threw a curvaceous long leg over Kiki's body and began undulating and rubbing her sparsely haired cunt slowly on Kiki's bare thigh.
"Oh this feels so good," Nancylee moaned softly, her eyes flashing, her superb body trembling and her breasts seeming to swell up as they rubbed intimately against Kiki's. The feel of Nancylee's two tiny nuggets of lust sent a lascivious thrill of excitement through Kiki's body, the girl's erect hard nipples tingling like two tiny cocks. Kiki bent down and, pushing Nancylee back away a little, began licking and sucking on them; at the time she felt the young heiress caressing her bare back, her hands running down to her thighs and once between them tentatively before climbing back up to her naked shoulders.
Then when Kiki was suddenly inspired to nibble on the excitingly hard nipples... that did it! With a grunt and then a groan of unconcealed lust, the blonde debutante rolled over on her left side trapping Kiki's small hand and agile fingers between her moist thighs, her own hands reaching out in an agony of long-repressed desire, her body thrilling to an erotic excitement that rippled and washed over her from head to toe with an ecstasy she didn't believe possible.
"Oh... Kiki... oh, honey," Nancylee gasped in growing ecstasy, and the oriental girl felt her full sumptuous breasts rubbing more lewdly against Nancylee's pointedly taut little nipples, sending wave after wave of intensely erotic excitement through Kiki's supercharged body.
Well, thought Kiki to herself, something's happening and it was quite apparent Nancylee was thoroughly enjoying herself her mouth laving and her tongue licking over Kiki's face, her neck and her naked shoulders and even under her perspiring armpits... Nancylee's darting tongue tantalizing and teasing as Kiki rubbed vigorously against the excited young girl whose inhibitions had suddenly ceased to exist...
Kiki yielded herself to the young girl's urgent caresses and felt her own excitement mount higher and higher. Surrendering, she sucked Nancylee's tongue into her own mouth and then chewed on it voraciously and hungrily as the young girl swarmed all over her. As they made love, Kiki rolled over on top of the young girl, feeling an extra tingle of excitement run through her nervous system when she felt her breasts crushing insistently into Nancylee's, while her curly black hair-lined cunt ground mercilessly down against the blonde girl's welcoming pussy. Kiki could feel Nancylee's super-hardened little clitoris, rigid and quivering with excitement, pressing up against her own, and both young girls opened their legs widely in some desperate effort to take advantage of this intensely satisfying contact.
"Ohoooooooo, God... Oh, honey... this is just heavenly," Nancylee groaned in a state of pure animal lust as Kiki, on top of her writhing body, fucked and ground her pussy powerfully against Nancylee's light hair-lined trembling cunt. The young heiress was slowly losing all self-control and Kiki could now feel the hotly excited body beneath her own begin to quiver and shiver with erotic joy. Nancylee's mind was beginning to shatter, her fantasies explode, her myths collide with one another by the unexpected and sudden realization that she could enjoy having sex with another female and that this wonderful new experience would surely lead her into another exhilarating circus of sex where she would probably, with the hoped-for cooperation of Kiki, learn how not only to tolerate but thoroughly enjoy a man in bed, love sucking his cock, squeezing his balls, fucking him ... all the things some psychological block now denied her and which she well realized was contributing to her ever-growing daily depression and gross unhappiness.
Suddenly the young heiress wailed a special agonizing moan, her body going tense and rigid as if her every muscle were convulsing simultaneously and her fingernails dug sharply into the tender flesh of Kiki's firm buttocks...
"... ohooooo, ohooooooo, Kiki... Kiki! Oh, honey! Is this ... is this... ittttttttt? Is this an org... oh, honey... isssss thissssss? God. Oh no! No! I mean, yes... yesssssssss! Honey honey ... I think. Oh, God, I'm... I'mmmmmcummmming! Oh, God, God!" she screamed. "Aaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!"
If she's not cumming, thought Kiki, she was on the brink of death and the undertaker ought to be alerted. Kiki lay still and clasped her new friend tightly as Nancylee writhed under her, sweating, her tongue lashing, her fingernails scratching and raking all over Kiki's hot young body as Nancylee continued to convulse under her, her lips parted, soft whimpers followed by a variety of grunting and groaning noises Kiki had never heard.
"Oh, God. Oh, Christ in Heaven," yelled Nancylee, her eyes flashing. "Oh, Kiki. Oh, thank you, honey. Thank you. Thank you... oh, yesssss, thank you for teaching me, for being so patient... oh, my darling. You made me cum. You did it!"
"Well, I'm so happy for you," said Kiki, laying her head on Nancylee's heaving breasts, now so sweaty and so salty tasting and so sweet smelling when Kiki rubbed her face over their wet silkiness as Nancylee pressed her face close and sucked on her ear and fondled and caressed Kiki's luscious body.
"Oh, my darling, my little Kiki, how can I ever pay you back for what you've done? Oh, darling," she squealed happily, "Just wait until I tell mother what we did together, how thrilled she'll be that I do have it in me to have some sex fun after all. Oh, she'll be so thrilled, so happy and so thrilled, Kiki."
Well, Kiki, wasn't all so certain about this, even suggesting that Mrs. Worthington might even take the matter so seriously as to expel her from the premises. "We're not sure just what our mother's attitudes are about lesbianism," said Kiki.
"Oh, darling...,you're such a prig... " Nancylee laughed, "Don't you worry. That's the last thing that'll occur to mother. If an elephant could have given me an orgasm, broken down my silly inhibitions, mother would be ecstatic... oh, honey," Nancylee squealed, squirming and humping her cum-soaked pussy up against Kiki's... "Let's run and tell mother. I just know she'll be dying to hear what went on between us ..."
Chapter Seven
The initial reaction of Mrs. Anthony Worthington to her debutante daughter's smiling, open-faced, bright-eyed, often giggly and terribly detailed description (several intimate nuances shocking Kiki herself) was really completely opposite of what the slightly nervous Kiki her fingers, her toes and several long strands of her pussy hair crossed anticipated. Sighting the glint in the socialite's happy eyes a split second before the older woman literally flew from her chair to embrace Kiki, the lovely, blue-eyed oriental girl over whom, if over no one else, the Fates hovered sleeplessly day after night, Kiki was simply overwhelmed with Nancylee's mother's gratitude. It was boundless, all-embracing, and although Kiki tried seriously several times to interrupt, protesting feebly that what she had done for Nancylee, really, anyone could have done providing the circumstances were equal.
Kiki found herself suddenly wealthy and not only with a shoe box full of cash Mrs. Worthington retrieved from a safe in her bedroom where this joyful event took place, but with a check drawn on a Mexican bank for the sum of $50,000 ("I would have gleefully paid that to any psychiatrist who could have cured my darling!") Kiki was speechless and also slightly embarrassed as she lay sprawled out on the wide, leather sofa, Nancylee embracing her and fondling her luscious breasts so strikingly naked and all of this right in front of the debutante's mother... who babbled on endlessly about the future, now that her daughter's gigantic sex problem had been solved, and this was a precious key that would open many locked doors...
But it wasn't until Nancylee's nimble fingers began slithering up and down Kiki's silky thigh, the lacquered, well-manicured nails tantalizingly close to the licentiously visible, pink pussy lips inside the thick forest of dark, curly hair, that Kiki started biting her lower lip and just wishing she could be totally alone with the fiery-eyed young heiress who was now so proud of her accomplishment, her deliciously naked body generating like a radiator, tiny, silvery beads of love-sweat building up out of her pores and especially between her luscious breasts, nipples of which Kiki found irresistible to her utter astonishment, never having given that much thought to the erotic possibilities of another young girl's ripe breasts. To tell the truth, Kiki's mouth watered every time she'd stare at them, her fingers itching to fondle and caress...
"Listen, my young darlings!" said Mrs. Worthington, obviously excited by the lavish display of wanton nakedness on the sofa across from the chaise lounge in which she was reclining, stroking her gleaming silver cigarette holder thoughtfully, "there's so much work to do, I mean, well you both understand," she smiled softly, winking and referring discreetly to the final burial of the bodies her one and only son had shot to death in the living room. "Your father," she said, brightening, "is due for luncheon and the kitchen staff is going insane because the new French chef is out of his mind ... ah, well, children, he off with you, my darlings, and be happy together," she smiled serenely. She folded her aristocratic hands. "Your father, my dear Nancylee, is going to be simply overjoyed to learn that our precious Kiki here has been able to... shall we say... enliven your..." With this Mrs. W. flew out of the solarium, the tattoo of her sharp spiked high heels on the polished parqueted floor making a noise that for no explainable reason sparked a flame inside Kiki's moist pussy to which she reacted suddenly with a violent tremor. She clung to Nancylee and they kissed passionately.
"I told you mother would be happy, didn't I?"
Kiki shivered as she felt Nancylee's eager fingers caressing and squeezing her ripe, sw6llen breasts, then the young debutante's pink lips brushing over Kiki's bare shoulders... then Nancylee's flickering tongue as it swept over Kiki's taut tingling nipples at the same time the debutante's fingers pinched and teased the excited buds. * * * God, how time flies, Kiki was thinking. In the near distance she could hear the noise of clashing shovels and spades and then muted voices wafted by the gentle spring breezes that swept over the luxurious gardens of the Worthington estate. As she lay in Nancylee's arms, she could imagine Mrs. Worthington supervising the mass burial at the gravesite somewhere back in the wooded area behind the sumptuous mansion. Kiki wondered what Wang would think...,what his attitude would be about Tony's slaughtering the three brutish Hell's Angels. Time and again as Nancylee caressed her feverish body, Kiki wondered also about how the Fates were dealing with her slender Korean friend, Wang.
After a while Kiki had lost count, actually lost count of how many times she'd cum and to tell the truth, she wasn't sure she could afford to cum again... that's how weakened she was by Nancylee's furious love-making, Nancylee's gratefulness for what Kiki had given her, compelling the young sexy heiress to please and satisfy the delicious oriental to the point of actually ignoring Kiki's feeble, half-hearted attempts to push Nancylee away, to stop her teasing fingers and her tickling tongue.
"Oh, God... oh, yessssssssss," Kiki would whimper as Nancylee tantalized her pussy half to death with her eager fingers, how her fingernails would scrape over Kiki's naked bottom, how they'd pinch her tender flesh, how they'd make an idle promise and then keep it, pitching Kiki into a frenzy of multiple vaginal convulsions, Kiki squirming, writhing on the bed, her eyes soft and glazed as one ecstasy after another.. .
Oh, what perfect bliss!
"Kiki... Kiki, my darling ... oh, Kiki," Nancylee would squeal with delight, "this is all so heavenly... oh, darling, I could eat you alive. Really, I could eat you alive ... all of you, your little toes... oh, Kiki ..!"
There would be a long silence, Kiki breathing softly, then her breath coming faster... faster until she'd be writhing and humping her burning loins, twisting and squirming, her eyes rolling in her head as Nancylee would plead with her, "oh, just one more time, darling, Kiki... one more time, oh, please, baby, let me love you. Let me consume you, oh, let me... oh, I die like this," she would whimper, her stunning body sweating as if she'd been in a sauna, her downy armpits dripping hot, sweet-smelling sweat, her pussy sopping wet, her clitoris burning... her nipples hot and eager for Nancylee's sharp teeth...
"Just one more time," she pleaded again, Kiki trying to relax her trembling body, then spreading her long legs lasciviously apart as she prepared herself to be tongue-fucked again into a frenzy of mindless sexual delirium, deciding that there were some fabulous gifts she could never never never bring herself to refuse. As Nancylee's hot tongue explored the soft pink flesh of Kiki's moistly palpitating cunt, as her questing tongue flickered and darted, Kiki verged on the brink of going passionately insane, her saliva-filled vagina throbbing, churning and convulsing to the point Kiki thought she'd pass out.
Kiki would hear herself sobbing and then she would glance up at Nancylee who, until that very morning, had been genuinely innocent, protected from the joy of hot sex by the simple fact that she was just simply frightened of men... and also (regrettably) too ignorant to realize that she truly liked women instead. But in the course of a couple of transsexual cohabitations with Kiki, everything had changed - and so dramatically, for the young, terribly sexy, heiress. She would never never never be the same again. Kiki gripped Nancylee so tightly the debutante's pussy exploded into yet another orgasm, this one as equally violent as the others, the girl shivering like a leaf and moaning, groaning and making animal sounds that were sweet music to the young oriental girl's ears...
"I adore you...I adore you," Kiki kept whispering. "Oh, lick... yesssss, mmmmmmmmm, oh... oh, God. God!"
Every sound from Nancylee was muffled except for now and then, a gurgle in her throat, a gurgle of erotic joy and this exciting noise encouraging Kiki...
Using her hands, Kiki pushed the sleekly churning surfaces of Nancylee's thighs wide open, burying her happy smiling face voraciously between the girl's silky thighs, her lips closing over Nancylee's hot clitoris with savage delight.
Carried away now by her own innate lesbian tendencies, Kiki began to suck pussy with all her strength, emulating the heiress, licking, thirsting, sucking and thrusting her agile tongue obscenely into the quivering, lust-inflated passage of Nancylee's cunt while the debutante groaned out the intensity of her insatiable sexual needs.
As the days passed and Kiki was never happier - the two girls were spending more and more time together, but not always in bed. Nancylee taught the lovely oriental girl how to ride bareback on the proud stallion the heiress gave Kiki as a present. Together they went swimming both in the luxurious, lighted pool and also in the quiet pond on the huge property. Often they were joined by some of Nancylee's close friends, boys and girls, all upper class and sometimes foolish, but nevertheless, friendly to Kiki but at the same time a bit stuffy as these people tend to be.
After Tony was finally released from the expensive hospital and declared physically fit and looking even more handsome from the long rest and the curative sunlamps, (the only visible sign of the past horror was a tracing of soon-to-be-sloughed-off scar tissue of the motorcycle thug's initial) the scion of the tremendously wealthy family fell madly in love with Kiki and if ever there was a case of sibling rivalry, a brother and sister vying for Kiki's tender love and erotic passion, this was it.
But the Fates were to reign as usual. The intense and hateful jealousy often manifested in sexual "triangles" of this nature showed its face only once or twice before the trio was able to understand the strangely unique and bizarre position in which they found themselves.
And when the Fates finally intervened, that is to say, put their foot down in the form of the arrival of Tony's father, the illustrious Worthington senior's grand manner literally swept the ravishing Kiki right off her feet. Being addicted to "misunderstanding" and rightfully attributing this idiosyncrasy to aging, he shocked the entire household, leaving them with their aristocratic mouths gaping open as he carried a smiling (naturally naked) Kiki out to the waiting helicopter.
Smiling broadly, he yelled out to his son: "Tony," he said, the spinning blades of the whirlybird almost drowning out his words, "take care of your mother and sister for me, okay... ?"
"But father...!"
"Daddy, you just... you just can't...!" cried out Nancylee.
"Anthony!" declared Mrs. Worthington, "Have you lost your mind again? Your behavior is positively preposterous!"
"Keep the homefires burning..." was Worthington Senior's last remark as he slammed the aircraft's door closed.
"Where to, sir?" grinned the nattily dressed pilot, his eyes flashing, Kiki's dazzling nakedness more sensuously provocative than ever...
"Gosh, you'll have to wait a second or two," said the older man. "I forgot something." With this he flung open the chopper door and, ducking, ran under the blades toward the mansion.
No sooner was he clear of the chartered aircraft than it eased off the green grass and gracefully floated away...
