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"You know, you're a real good-looking little bitch," Andrews complimented her crudely, his wandering hand making its way onto her thigh. At the orphanage, they had lectured her constantly about men making strange advances at girls, and it vaguely occurred to her booze-dazzled mind, that this might be the beginning of a "strange advance", but she decided to let matters go a little in order to be sure. She could hardly take a chance on offending one of her boss's friends if he was merely trying to be friendly. On her left, Jeff Winters was apparently trying to be friendly as well, since his thigh was rubbing insistently against the softly yielding flesh of her leg and he seemed to be looking down the front of her blouse as if he had lost something and expected to find it between the sumptuously swelling mounds of her delightful young bosom.

"Hey, what do you boys think of Mandy's costume?" inquired Wilson, trying to keep the conversation going as he pulled his chair up closer so that their knees were practically touching. "Shows off her better points, don't you think?"

"Yeah, great," muttered Andrews, refilling her glass almost to the brim. "But she's got it buttoned up too far."

Mandy took a quick drink of the whiskey, sputtered a little in confusion and looked down at her lust-inciting chest to see what he could possibly be talking about. If she unbuttoned it anymore ...

"Here lemmie show you," said the used-car salesman and quickly setting his glass on the nightstand, he reached forward and undid another button, pulling the lapels of the flimsy garment aside to reveal her golden tan breasts almost to her rosy little nipples. Winters seemed to be edging in closer from the other side, his hands exploring her thighs and Wilson had drawn the chair up so far now that her knees were spread on either side of his and she could not close her legs.

"No, I think that's far enough ..." she started to sputter, but the lust-maddened car salesman deftly unfastened another button and yanked her blouse open completely, freeing her two ripely mature young breasts. Acting as a team, he and Winters each seized a wrist and he ducked his head, clamping his lips over one of her nipples and sucking it furiously as she tumbled over backwards on the bed.

"Hey, I want to get into this act," shouted Wilson, seeing his friend start to take the initiative before the girl was properly doped up with whiskey. Leaning forward, he yanked down the zipper on her hot pants and thrust his hand lustfully into her panties, raching for the virginal orifice of her vagina.

"What the hell . . . ?" he roared as his fingers invaded the delicate zone of her pussy ami touched something hard and metallic.

"What's the matter?" asked Winters, who was busily caressing the girl's tiny brown nipple, quickly stimulating it into rigidity while Mandy moaned in terror.

The girl's mind whirled with alcohol and the sudden violence of this unexpected assault, but it struck her foolishly that the discovery of the money between her obscenely parted legs might just be the thing to save her. Mr. Wilson would be angry, of course, and while he gave her one of his customary ten-minute lectures on the virtues of honesty among waitresses, everybody's blood would drop back down below the boiling point. Mandy was still a virgin, so she had no particular desire to have her maidenhead ravished out of existence by three drunken middle-aged men.

Unfortunately, good as this reasoning might have been under other circumstances, it happened to be wrong upon this occasion. Wilson yanked the money free of the crotch of her panties and the napkin dissolved, moistened by the effluvial juices from her body, leaving twenty coins in the palm of his hand. Andrews, in the meantime had successfully wrestled her blouse down off her shoulders, and as the two men allowed her to sit up to face judgment, they slipped it off completely, leaving her stark naked to the waist. Her magnificently heavy breasts jed provocatively in the restaurant owner's face, but at the moment he seemed to take no notice of them.

"So, I've been wasting my kindness on a little thief!" he proclaimed theatrically, pressing his fingertips to his brow with a dramatic gesture he had seen in a movie somewhere. "Robbing the hand that feeds ..."

"So it's off to the Woman's House of Correction for her," interrupted Andrews briskly, seeing the game that Wilson intended to play, but anxious to speed matters along, since his horniness was reaching the unbearable stage.

"I think at her age they send them to the Home for Delinquent Girls," advised Winters honestly, and then realized as the other two glared at him that he had committed a tactical error. "Until they're old enough to go to the House of Correction," he amended his dire prediction.

"No, please," sobbed Mandy, confused and destroyed by all that was happening to her and unable to focus her mind because of the massive quantity of alcohol now swimming in her blood stream. "I'll work hard . . . I'll never do it again ..."

"How long a sentence would she get?" wondered Jeff Winters, winking at his two partners.

"Oh, considering her age, I'd say not more than four or five years," Andrews responded easily, his restless hands lasciviously caressing Mandy's quivering breasts as he deliberately terrorized the young girl.

"No... no, please, I'll do anything!" she sobbed pathetically, so distraught with the idea of spending the rest of her youth behind bars, that she was hardly aware of the fact that Wilson was down on his knees before her, wrestling her hot pants down off her sleek legs and then pulling down the fragile cotton panties which were the last garment she had to cover her nakedness.

"All right, baby, we'll give you one more chance. But you better be real good to me and my friends! Real good, understand?"

If Mandy did not understand now, she never would, since Andrews and Winters forced her back down on the mattress while Wilson eased the panties down off her hips and stripped her completely, the dark brown forest of her pussy hair directly in front of his lust-contorted face. The girl's firm young buttocks were resting on the edge of the bed while her legs dangled over the side, and as soon as Wilson had dispensed with her panties, he roughly pushed her long legs apart, lifting them over his head and positioning himself cleverly between her thighs so that there was no way of protecting the delicacy of her genital organs from whatever horrible ravishment he had in mind. Andrews, in the meantime, was obscenely sucking the turgidly swollen tip of her left breast, tormenting it unmercifully with his tongue, while Winters poured the rest of the whiskey down her throat jamming the bottle between her lips and forcing her to drink or strangle on the intoxicating liquid.

"How's it look down there?" he called to Wilson, who was feasting his eyes on Mandy's virginal little slit and unfastening his pants at the same time so that he could stroke his wildly throbbing cock into the proper state of hardness.

"Looks pretty tight, Jeff," Wilson reported as if they were a group of engineers analyzing a difficult problem. "Think a little work with the old tongue ought to put her in the mood. Hey, hold onto her, you guys, she's wiggling!"

Horrified by the savage strangeness of all that was happening to her, Mandy was fighting back with all the strength in her athletic young body, hopeless as it was. She had always known about sex, of course, since the girls in the orphanage talked about nothing else, but their brand of sex always involved wealthy young husband who did it very gently on satin sheets, after many many tender kisses. Having her clothes ripped off by three grown men in the backroom of a restaurant was not her idea of proper sex at all, but she was too confused, too drunk and too frightened to know exactly what to do about the situation except to wiggle and squirm like mad, which was precisely what she was doing.

Mel Wilson leaned forward, grinning like the devil himself, as he pushed his thumbs into the moist pink flesh of her naked cunt, and slowly drew the hair-covered lips of her vagina apart. Silently his head dropped forward, and the next thing she knew, the man's hotly piercing tongue washed over the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending a sudden electric shock up her backbone to the base of her skull.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, not hurt, but totally unprepared for so strong a physical sensation. She had never thought much about being raped, but it had never occurred to her before that a man could force pleasure on a girl. And yet Wilson was doing it! Caught completely off-guard by this development, Mandy lay perfectly still, waiting, while the lecherous Wilson licked the length of her slowly widening slit and then suddenly stabbed powerfully with his tongue, burying the length of it in the warmly churning tunnel of her unused little cunt.

"Oh my God," she trilled as fiery sparks shot up through her stomach and Wilson pressed forward with his perverted attack on her genitals. She lifted her head up off the mattress, looking down at her breasts which were being sucked by Andrews and Winters, one on each side, making each of her tiny nipples feel as if it were about to explode. Down farther, across the smooth flat plane of her stomach, she could see Wilson's gleaming eyes as his tongue speared eagerly into the moistly churning depths of her hopelessly violated little cunt. The feeling of humiliation swept over her like the waters from a flood, and her head thrashed back and forth on the mattress in agony, and she wondered if she dared scream for help, or if attracting attention would only make matters worse. On the other hand, it was hard to see how matters could get much worse. The three men were swarming over her like ants, their hands and tongues roaming lewdly over every exposed inch of her nakedly defenseless body.

Wilson watched the girl's face carefully as he tongue-lashed her helpless vagina, wondering if it was really possible for a girl this young and this inexperienced to turn on. All they could really expect from her was mute tearful submission to their brutish desires, but what a gas it would be if they could get her aroused! She was already behaving very strangely, and maybe with a little extra effort. . .

Slinging Mandy's long lithe legs over his shoulders, Wilson plunged even more deeply into the vulnerable throbbing crevice between her thighs, his tongue beginning to wander far afield as he searched for ways to excite the young victim. Pushing her knees up in the air so that they touched over his head, his face dropped even lower, his tongue slipping torturously out of her inflamed cunt and down to the tiny puckered hole of her anus.

"Aaaaaagggghhhhhh," she groaned in anguish as a powerfully strange series of sensations seared up through her belly. "No, not there, please!"

"Atta, boy, Mel," Andrews congratulated him, lifting his mouth momentarily from her stiffened little nipple. "She's halfway there!!!!!"

Encouraged, Wilson stabbed ruthlessly against into the sensitive little circle of tightly clenched flesh, chuckling lasciviously as he felt the girl's imprisoned body jerk helplessly as she futiley struggled to escape from this obscene emoxace. But even as she tested her frail woman's muscles against the combined strength of three robust men, the girl knew that something was going desperately wrong. She was too innocent and too inexperienced to understand precisely what these butterfly sensations meant as they fluttered up and down her spine, but her instinct told her that she had to fight back against these wisps of forbidden pleasure. Bravely she bit her lips, trying to hurt herself enough to drive away the pleasure but the tactic was unsuccessful, and what had started as a tiny tingling spark now began to blaze into a flame, a fire which threatened to engulf her entire being.

"No ... no ... " she groaned hopelessly as Mel Wilson savagely slavered into her wetly churning loins. "Don't do this to meeeeeehhhhh!!!"

But her protest was too late, even if the three brutal men had been in any mood to listen to her feeble protests. Like a dam bursting under the pressure of spring floods, her shamelessly aroused young body gyrated its way into a mindless fury of sensual movement. Her back arched as Wilson's tongue plunged heedlessly into her and the man no longer had to exert pressure to keep her convulsing, jerking legs apart because now they were opening up to him automatically. There were swords of wanton pleasure stabbing down from where the two men were nibbling wetly on her breasts and meeting somewhere in her stomach with the ecstasy spearing upwards from her ravished loins. Now she had forgotten everything they had told her in the orphanage about saving herself for the handsome and wealthy young man who would marry her. There was a terrible wanton yearning buried deep within her, and all she could think of now was the thick wet tongue skewering tirelessly into her quiveringly open young cunt and the evil pleasure they were giving her against her will!

"Boys, this little bitch is ready to fuck!" announced Andrews, a note of amazement in his voice as he studied Mandy's lust-contorted features. "We better get started, or she's gonna cum before we go."

"What d'ya say, Mandy," taunted Winters obscenely. "You gonna cum for us like a good girl? You're a pretty hot pants little bitch, ain't ya?"

"Nooooooohhhhhh, please," Mandy muttered incoherently, despite the fact that her desire-stricken body was very plainly screaming yes.

"Here, take a look at this, little girl," Wilson instructed her, getting to his feet and waving his long hard penis in her face. "Ever see a cock like that before? Or haven't you ever seen a cock of any kind before?"

The men all laughed cruelly as Mandy turned her head to one side, shutting her eyes tightly to avoid looking at the fearsome object Wilson held in his hand. Of course, she had taken freshman biology in high school and knew precisely how these things were supposed to work, but the inexperienced young woman had never before realized that a man's penis could possibly get so big! She had imagined them as being about the size of a finger, but Mel Wilson's bludgeoning rod was as thick around as the handle of a baseball bat and longer than her entire hand! She opened one eye as the men stretched her full length on the bed and Wilson knelt between her knees, taking a second look just to make sure that the liquor in her brain had not been playing tricks on her. No, there was no question about it. Wilson's cock was dangling between her outstretched legs like the sword of Damocles, the huge red glans pulsating with wickedly powerful lust. And he was going to try to stuff that rigidly massive object into the tenderness of her unused little cunt? No, it was not possible, she told herself wildly, desperately seeking some kind of futile assurance that this was just some kind of weird perverted joke.

But it it was a joke, Wilson seemed to be playing very much in earnest, and the girl tried to close herself up as tight as possible, concentrating all her energy in a desperate attempt to bar the way into her endangered virginal slit. But Wilson took his time, rocking forward on one arm and using his free hand to guide the hardened meaty tip of his cock into the moistly palpitating furrow of the girl's helpless pussy. Mandy twitched spastically as she felt his instrument probing its way past the hair-covered lips of her exposed little vagina, but Andrews and Winters continued to hold her tightly, their eyes bulging with obscene delight as the hotel owner tormented the pulsating pink button of her clitoris with the scarlet tip of his penis, forcing an involuntary groan from her parched lips. Wilson inched forward, sighing contentedly as he felt the warm, wetly clasping lips of her cunt fold lovingly over his penis as if the girl's body was welcoming him in.

"Shit, boys, it's like melted butter in there!" he announced enthusiastically.

"Come on, Mel, I'm gonna cum in her face if I've got to wait any longer," protested Andrews, who had by now taken his cock out and was using it to torment the tip of Mandy's left breast. "Or I suppose I could always give it to her in the mouth ..."

"Wait till I get it in," grumbled Wilson, who was encountering resistance as he tried to stuff his overheated tool into the girl's narrow tunnel-like cunt. "Don't want too many things going on at once."

Mandy groaned piteously, writhing in agony as Wilson bore powerfully down on her, putting all the strength in his hardened body into a do-or-die attempt to skewer this young virgin. The pain was bad and the young woman squirmed in agony trying to arrange her body in such a way that the hurt would be less. But with every move he plundered farther and farther into her, ripping away the frail tissue of her hymen in a series of short blood-thirsty thrusts which carried him all the way home, the blunt tip of his rigid cock slamming cruelly against the tenderness of her cervix. The girl tried to scream out her agony but Wilson slapped a hand over her mouth to avoid alarming anyone who might be eating in the restaurant and all that emerged from the girl's throat was a low, agonized moan.

"Christ, what a fantastic cunt!" Wilson proclaimed jubilantly, raising himself up on his elbows to survey the splendid but tortured body of the teenaged girl he had just criminally impaled.

"Well, don't talk about it, fuck it!" flared Andrews impatiently. "Jeff and I are going out of our minds!"

Mandy lay perfectly still while this lewd conversation passed over her head, feeling the fiery pain in her badly stretched vagina subside first into a dull ache and then slowly begin to disappear altogether. It must have been the whiskey, she told herself a little drunkenly. Or I could never have taken it all! Experimentally, she moved her buttocks, wanting to see whether or not the pain would flare up again, but Wilson interpreted this as a lewd invitation for him to get moving and he obliged, thrusting his sword-like cock in and out of her over-stretched vagina in a series of short violent strokes.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she found herself grunting as the two of them established a steady rhythm. Mandy had no intention of cooperating in her own defilement, but, for some reason, it felt better to gyrate her flexible young hips than it did to lie still. The men were starting to get rough now, but the girl shut her eyes once more as their hands began to roam again over the secret sensuous hollows of her voluptuous body, fading quickly back into a comfortable fog which was half-alcohol and half-sex. She had been on the brink of an orgasm before, while Wilson had been eating her sweet-tasting vagina, and soon she began to recognize the same symptoms starting all over again. Her legs began to jerk uncontrollably as Wilson raged over her, and her breath was coming in short, impassioned bursts as if she were running. Winters got tired of waiting for his turn between her legs and began to rub his erected cock against the softly yielding flesh of her'right breast, flexing his hips back and forth as he tried to make himself cum. Then, in a frenzy of desperation, he hovered over her on all fours and placed his quiveringly excited penis into her armpit and forced her elbow against her rib cage to enclose his cock in a warm, tight artificial cunt.

Mandy's mind was not working very well at the moment, and, submissively, she accepted anything this lusty trio decided to do to her. It makes no difference now, she told herself vaguely, since you've lost your virginity. You're a first-class little whore now and there isn't much you can do about it!

"I wanna fuck'er in the mouth!" Andrews grunted wildly, trying to position his body alongside hers so that he could shove his fiercely jutting pike between her open lips.

"Wait a minute, she's almost there!" shouted Wilson, fucking into Mandy's helplessly convulsing body as if his life depended upon it. "Goddamn boys! I'm making her cum! Look at her face!"

It was true! Mandy's eyes were focused unseeing on the ceiling and short mindless birdlike cries were issuing insanely from her open mouth. There was a savage animal desire which had occupied her alcohol-drugged body like a demon, and her muscles jerked convulsively as if she were in the throes of an epileptic fit. A fine fragrant coat of shimmering moisture had covered her tawny skin as the inexperienced girl raced uncontrollably towards her sexual climax, something she had never known before. There was a moment of tension, of straining, as she trembled on the brink, pulling with every ounce of strength in her body to cross the border into this strange new land of adult sexuality. Mel Wilson was delivering the finest fucking of his life for the occasion, determined that Mandy's first session in bed would be something for her to remember the rest of her life!

Inside, he could feel the soft, velvety tissues of her cunt growing strong and seizing him in a death grip of incredible lust, clasping and unclasping frantically as she slammed her sleek hips to meet his. Putting his knees underneath him and lifting her buttocks clear off the mattress, he fucked into her with a new kind of violence, bringing cries and sobs of frenzied lust to her lips. Closer, closer, she came, until finally . . .

It hit. The men all watched her face as she began to scream out the fury of her orgasm, not wanting to miss an instant of this powerful moment and no longer caring how much noise she made or who heard her. For Wilson, that scream was like a medal of honor presented by a general, and he felt the fire in his loins flash out like lightning as Mandy's body seemed to rise up off the bed and cling to his own with demonic strength, every muscle in her body contracted into virtual paralysis as the first orgasm of her young life ravaged her genitals with savage force.

"Christ! She's making me cum," groaned Wilson happily, feeling the interior muscles of Mandy's vagina clamp down on his wildly ejaculating cock with almost unbearable force. "Aaaaghhhhh, that's good ..."