Chapter 13
Jane was in all her glory. She was surrounded by young people in the flower-decked gazebo, a trio off to the side playing those lilting Latin songs and gay laughter filling the air. A snack table was set on the lawn and maids in sparkling white uniforms were serving iced drinks of every imaginable description. Consuela was acting as hostess, but Jane with her fair complexion and blonde hair was the center of attention. The young men gathered around her like moths to a flame, and several of the girls cast envious glances at her.
Jane had slept like a log, her first night with the feel of sheets against her skin throwing her into a deep relaxing sleep she hadn't known for weeks. She awoke refreshed, eager to begin the day. After breakfast with Consuela, Mark, Gorman, the director and Tony Marelan, Jane rushed back to her room to change. She'd put on a fresh outfit this morning, but Gorman insisted she wear exactly what she had worn the night before. They were going to play a game, he explained, having Jane give them a lecture on the wonders of sex. She'd have a new script to learn and show off how much she had learned about acting the night before. They all agreed it would be great fun, and Senor Guzman promised her a special reward if she did well. Jane liked doing it, especially in front of the big mirror where she could watch herself. June Horner enjoyed being the center of attention in almost any situation.
The morning had gone well. She had made only a few mistakes, and everyone thought what she was doing and saying was very funny. Jane herself laughed at the last thing they had her do. When she was finished talking, Jane was to reach down and grab her dress at the hem and pull it off over her head, shouting, "Let's have an orgy!" They had to do that scene a few extra times because she kept getting the dress caught on her chin, and each time it became funnier to her. She laughed as she pulled the dress up, exposing her creamy white, voluptuous body in the nude, and then threw it in the air. That was her own idea, but they all liked it.
All of it had taken less than an hour. Then Jane, Mark and Consuela changed and went for a swim. Splashing around in the warm water and drying in the sun made Jane feel ten years younger. Mark warned her about sunburn, so Jane sat in the shade of the cabanas until it was time to go and change.
The guests began arriving shortly after mid-day. Maria and Belita were the first to arrive. Jane was certain they couldn't be much over sixteen, if they were that, but she couldn't help admiring what beautiful girls they were. Maria was short and petite, with large, rounded breasts that seemed about to escape from the low-cut dress that barely covered her nipples. Her face was almost a perfect oval; red, pouting lips which ended in two small dimples and long black eyelashes giving her a sensual look. Belita was tall and slender. Her long, perfectly tapered legs ended in tight, round globes for buttocks. Jane heard Mark say that was the tightest ass he had seen in years. Belita's breasts were small, but perfectly formed and her waist was tiny. Her gangling walk marked her youth. Jane guessed her to be fifteen at the most.
Rita, a plump, well rounded, but not actually fat redhead, arrived a few minutes after Maria and Belita. Her red hair fell to her shoulders and framed a light olive face with gorgeous green eyes. You don't get that color from a bottle, Jane thought; it has to be natural. Rita had that dark red hair girls spent fortunes trying to imitate. The points of her large, ripe breasts were the only sharp lines on Rita's body. The rest was a mass of soft curves.
Jane liked her immediately. Her eyes sparkled and she laughed almost constantly, matching Jane's exuberant, gay mood. Of the three, Rita's English was the best, but all the girls were delighted at the opportunity to practice their English with Jane.
The men came in pairs. Jane couldn't pronounce, much less remember, their last names. Carlos was tall, darker than the others, with black, wavy hair. His pearl white teeth shone in a smile that covered most of his face and made him very attractive. Pedro was short, but built like an athlete, with muscular legs and arms. Raul and Francisco, who everybody called Pancho, arrived together in a new Lancia which drew a great deal of attention. Raul was almost six feet tall and had a slender, wiry frame. His arching eyebrows, long Roman nose and aquamarine eyes reminded Jane of a photo she once saw of an Italian movie actor. Pancho was heavy set, but his magnetic personality made him one of the most attractive men there.
Jaime and Miguel were the last to arrive, apologizing for their delay with an elaborate joke about traffic in Mexico City. Both were young men in their late teens, sons of powerful and influential men in high government office. Jaime sported a close-cropped beard that ran along the edge of his jaw which appealed to Jane. She'd always found men with beards exciting and mysterious and Jaime reminded her of a boy she knew in the orphanage.
Jane's first look at Miguel frightened her. He was tall and handsome in the clean-cut college fashion, but Jane saw a streak of cruelty in his eyes hidden behind his outwardly angelic appearance.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he walked right past her and began talking to Consuela.
What amazed Jane was how well all the men spoke English. Although they'd hesitate every now and then for a word, it was almost like talking to a group of Americans.
Jaime's mood was so lighthearted she accepted one of the long, thin cigarettes the maid passed around in the beautiful teak-wood box. She had never smoked before, but everyone was lighting up and Jane wanted to be a part of this marvelous, carefree group. She looked at Gorman, who nodded his head that it would be all right and accepted a light from Jaime. The strong, biting, sweet taste of the smoke in her mouth almost gagged her. Jaime laughed and asked her if this was her first stick. She admitted she had never smoked before and he taught her how to inhale deeply.
Jane noticed that the others had a far-away, glazed look in their eyes. Conversation slowed and a warm, contented feeling began flowing through her body. She felt that her hat was much too tight and reached up to push it back only to find that she wasn't wearing a hat. That made Jane giggle and the others began laughing with her.
"Why don't you all go to the Game Room, take your clothes off and really enjoy yourselves?" said Senor Guzman, nodding to Gorman to precede them and make sure all was in readiness.
Floating on a warm, soft cloud, Jane allowed Jaime to undress her. He took her in his arms, pressed his hot lips against hers, probed her eager mouth with his searching tongue and slowly unzipped her dress. Reaching down, he took the bottom of her dress and raised it above her head. A gasp of admiration came from several mouths. Jane's proud, white breasts stood firmly in the air, the strawberry nipples reaching for the ceiling. All eyes fastened on the soft blonde hair which crested her pink slit.
"Una rubia de veras!" murmured Maria. "She's a true blonde!"
Jaime laid her gently on the large round bed and began taking his own clothes off. Jane watched the others undress, their naked bodies dancing before her like something from a wild ballet. She saw Marie drop to her knees and take Pancho's slender shaft into her mouth. Carlos had pushed Belita down on the bed and buried his head between her thighs, his tongue making a loud lapping noise as he explored her deep-red cunt, hidden behind a mat of coarse black hair. Miguel came up to them and kneeled over Belita's face, poking against her lips with his blunt cock until she took it in her mouth.
Rita was on her knees next to Jane, Pedro behind her jabbing at her tiny asshole with his blood-inflated prick. Jane was looking straight through Rita's legs. Behind the dark red hair that covered Rita's pink slit, Jane saw Pedro's balls bouncing back and forth as he rammed his prick up Rita's ass. She felt a quickening in her own thighs as she watched Rita's body quiver from the onslaught.
Then she felt something hot and hard against her nipple and looked up to see Carlos rubbing the head of his cock against her breast.
It was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, long and slender and pointed like a dart. She reached out and took it in her hand, pulling him forward and reaching up with her mouth to capture it between her hungry lips. Carlos was kneeling over her. He began a slow, thrusting movement with his hips, pushing his cock all the way into her mouth. She felt his balls rest on her chin, then begin beating against it as he fucked her mouth with short jabs.
Raul stood looking down at the mass of heaving bodies on the bed. Twisting and turning, they moved into a variety of positions. The most beautiful, and only unoccupied, sex organ before him was Jane's golden-crested cunt. Pushing Carlos slightly to one side without dislodging his surging cock from Jane's mouth, Raul pulled Jane's soft thighs apart and knelt between her legs. The pink gash before him was quivering with excitement. He reached out and pulled the lips open with his fingers, gazing at the exposed flesh with a hunger stirring in his loins. He lowered his head and probed the red orifice with his tongue, shoving it far inside her and then withdrawing it to lap at the inner folds of her moist lips.
Jane's head was nailed to the bed with Carlos' tumid cock. She felt the hot, moist tongue lapping at her cunt, but she couldn't raise her head to see who was providing this delightful feeling. Then, without warning, the tongue stopped and something large and blunt was pressing into her hole. She felt the walls of her vagina expand as it sunk deeper and deeper inside her, a strange pair of balls sliding along her thighs and bouncing off her ass.
Carlos was using her mouth like a cunt, ramming his cock in and out with hard thrusts of his hips. Jane pressed her tongue against the throbbing penis and let it slide up and down on the sweet, moist surface as he pressed his wiry pubic hair against her lips and sought to sink his weapon down deep in her throat. She let her fingers roam over the tight, smooth skin of his belly, feeling his muscles ripple as he rammed harder and harder into her mouth.
Jane's body felt like a giant bell, the clapper racing from one side to the other. Raul had pulled her knees into the air and was pushing his pelvis against her in long, piston-like strokes that sunk his cock deep into her belly. She felt it hit her cervix and bounce off, sending tiny ripples of pleasure coursing through her entire system. A low moan caught in Jane's throat as she realized that both men were increasing their tempo, getting ready to pump that delicious hot liquid into her from both ends. Her body was like a tight spring, ready to unwind at any moment. She wanted to scream, to beat her fists on the bed, to shout with joy at the physical bliss she felt. But Jane's mouth was completely filled with a surging cock that demanded every ounce of her strength. Her body went into short spasms, jerking and shuddering as she swam through the depths of her greatest climax. She felt her hot come spreading through her cunt and splashing against Raul's pubic hair as he shoved his entire body against her.
Then a double explosion rocked her. First it was in her mouth, jets of searing come spurting against her inner cheeks, running down the center of her tongue and cascading into her throat. She was sucking hard to pull every last drop from the glorious cock in her mouth when she felt a rush of hot juice run through her vagina and up to her belly. She contracted her muscles to pull it deeper inside her.
"Do you think they can hear the cameras?" Guzman asked.
The small room behind the mirror was crowded with recording equipment, controls and large cameras mounted on tripods. All the furniture had been removed and the men stood against the back wall to allow the two men on the cameras plenty of freedom to move around.
"Not a chance," the director answered. "We checked it out a couple of times. These electric motors run quietly. Besides, I don't think anyone in there would hear a bomb go off right now!"
Jane was on the edge of the bed resting when Maria came over to her. Maria placed her hands on Jane's shoulders and pushed her back on the bed. Then she knelt over Jane's face, her knees pressing against Jane's sides.
"I want to taste Raul's come," she said laughingly. "Oh, what a beautiful cunt! So soft and blonde! You can taste Pancho's come. He left a big load in me, and he's got the sweetest come in the whole world!"
Maria scooted down until her wet, dripping cunt was pressed against Jane's mouth. Then she lowered her body and sent her tongue darting into Jane's gaping pink slit.
Jane's tongue probed the raw flesh pressing against her lips. A salty taste flooded her mouth. She felt Maria's muscles contract and pull her tongue deep into the inner reaches of her cunt. She pulled it back and began attacking the erect clitoris that was grinding against her lips. Her body jerked as Maria sank her teeth into Jane's clitoris. It was a sweet, delicious pain that swept all through her. Then the young girl's scorching tongue began flicking against the clitoris, sending a frantic tingling sensation through Jane. She grasped Maria's head between her thighs and rammed her pelvis hard against the young girl's face.
Pedro and Jaime pulled the girls apart, their balls aching with desire from watching the two girls eat each other almost alive.
"Fuck me!" Jane screamed. "Somebody fuck me!"
Pedro fell on top of her, pushing her knees into her breasts and holding her ankles above her head. Two holes stared up at him and he sunk his swollen cock in first one and then the other.
"Aauugghh!" Jane cried as the raging cock rammed into her dry anus. The pain shot through her body like fire. She felt two hands grab her ankles and press them down against the fur cover, elevating her ass even higher in the air. Pedro leaned on the underside of her thighs and braced himself for a powerful attack. He lunged deep, feeling his pubic hair tangle with the soft, blonde hair on Jane's mound.
"Oohh! Fuck me! Keep it up! Fuck me!" Jane moaned, as she felt the searing cock shoot far up inside her.
Digging his fingers into her soft, white thighs, Pedro hoisted himself to his knees and battered against Jane's exposed cunt with all his might. His surging cock looked like a piston on a racing engine, his balls rang against his globes like the clappers on a fire bell, and Jane suddenly found herself mad with lust.
"Give me a cock to suck! Somebody, please! I want a cock in my mouth!" she cried.
Pancho was holding her ankles. He crawled up and knelt over Jane so that his hard cock was resting across her face. Because of their positions, Jane couldn't get it in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the purple head, poking the tip of it into the tiny slit at the end and nibbling at the taut skin with her wet lips. His balls were in her eyes and he moved his turgid organ across her face in a grinding, sawing motion that drove Jane wild. Her tongue was lapping against the sides of his shaft like it was a candy stick. She felt it swell, and then Pancho exploded, shooting hot jets of sticky white come across her neck. Giant drops of the molten juice fell on Jane' breasts, covering them with a gleaming coat of moisture. He pulled back and let her hungry tongue lick the last drops that dripped from his rapidly deflating member. She guzzled them, rolling them around on her tongue and swallowing what she could pull into her mouth.
Pancho let loose of her ankles and Jane immediately shot her legs out and wrapped them around Pedro's pumping hips. She used her heels, kicking furiously against Pedro's heaving, surging ass to force him even deeper within her womb.
"Fuck me, Pedro! Fuck harder! Deeper! Oohh, that's it! Sink it clear to my belly. Fuck! Fuck! Aauugghh!"
"She's not acting now," the director chuckled as he signaled to one of the cameramen to move in with a zoom lens for a close shot of Jane's face. "She really loves it, doesn't she?"
No one bothered to answer. Each man in the room was lost in his own thoughts, especially Mark Wilson. Mark was leaning against the back wall, his arms folded across his chest. The sight of the twisting bodies before him excited and sickened him at the same time. A moment ago he had been consumed with a burning hatred for himself. Now he was completely devoid of feeling. It's easy, once you've made the decision, he told himself. Even the decision itself was simple, once you got rid of all the ifs and ands and buts, which were really nothing more than an excuse for not making the decision in the first place. He had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew that would only come after he had made the decision to do something.
Jane was sprawled on one of the smaller beds where she'd flopped after she'd returned from the bathroom.
She watched Rita with two men on the large bed, and Jane couldn't believe what she was seeing. Carlos was flat on his back, his stiff cock aimed at the ceding. Rita crouched over him in a sitting position and lowered her body until her asshole was impaled on his cock. Then she leaned back and flattened herself on top of Carlos. Miguel came up and climbed into position between their outstretched legs, carefully moving forward so that his cock was poised at the entrance to Rita's cunt. Slowly, Miguel moved up and shoved his cock into Rita, so that she had two throbbing cocks up her, separated by only a very thin wall of flesh.
"Mother of God that's good!" she cried. "Rub your cocks together! Fuck me, you two studs, fuck me!"
Jane could almost feel the two pricks in her. She had to try it! She had to have it that way! She stood up and raced to the bed.
"I want it that way!" she screamed, pointing to Rita and the two men. "I want a cock in my cunt and up my ass at the same time! I have to have it! Please!"
Pancho and Raul walked over to her and placed her on the bed on her side.
It happened after the party, when everybody was dressing to go to dinner in the main house. Jane was calm, her body satiated with physical pleasure. She was pleased with the exciting things she had experienced, and she whistled a gay tune as she pulled her dress over her head.
Carlos walked up and offered her a cigarette, one of the long, thin kind she had smoked earlier in the gazebo. She shook her head and thanked him. He became insistent.
"Look, doll," he said, "marijuana paid for all of this. It pays for the whole business down here. Have to help your friend Guzman make another million, don't we?"
Jane fell forward like she had been hit with a blow in the stomach that knocked all her wind out. Blinding lights swirled through her brain. She gasped, vomited and then screamed. It was a loud, earsplitting, blood-curdling scream that brought everyone in the room up short. She slashed at Carlos, raking her nails across his face and leaving three long lines of dripping blood. Then she turned and ran to the chairs, turning them over one by one. She fell against the wall and beat it with her fists, slipped to the floor and went into hysterical sobbing and crying, then leaped up and ran to the screen at the far end of the room.
When she reappeared, Jane had a long whip in each hand, slashing through the air and screaming wildly. It took four men to subdue her. They finally carried her to the main house. Gorman gave her an injection while they held her on her bed. In three minutes she was unconscious.