Chapter 1
It wasn't much of an orgy, as orgies go. Just three young, sixteen-year-old girls and two rather flabby men in the forties. The girls cavorted like young fillies in a spring meadow, running with springing steps on top of the twelve-foot circular bed in the center of the room. In a language strange to the girls' ears, the men commanded them to do this and that, and the girls complied willingly if not eagerly.
Paco Morales watched them. He sat in the large, comfortable, green velvet chair concealed from view in the small room behind the floor-to-ceiling, wall-length mirror. From where he sat, Paco could see everything that took place in the large room. Only a select few-Senor Guzman, Consuela Garcia, Paco and a few very close friends-knew about the secret room. Paco was there because it was his job to be there. Senor Guzman had trained him to operate the motion picture projectors, the electrical hoists and the special lighting controls. Once he had mastered the complicated controls, Paco was placed in charge of what his employer called the "Game Room."
Paco liked his job. He enjoyed seeing people fuck. He liked to do some of the fucking himself, but that happened only on very special occasions. Most of all, Paco liked being where no one could see him. Grotesque, ugly, misshapen, a beast-were all terms that had been used to describe Paco. Women shuddered when they saw him, and even men could not look at him long without averting their eyes.
He had not always been like this. It was just since the accident, since that bus had come around the curve in the middle of the road and caught its bumper on the wheel of his motorcycle. The branch of the tree stripped his face to shreds as Paco flew through the air. He landed on a bed of rocks. A second later, what was left of the motorcycle fell on top of him, crushing his legs and shattering his rib cage. The men at the hospital worked rniracles, pumping blood into his almost lifeless body and patching up the rest of him as best they could. One leg was three inches shorter than the other, his body was covered with ugly, purple scars, and his face looked like a patchwork quilt of grafted skin, but Paco lived.
The only part of his body that had come through the accident unharmed was Paco's magnificent cock. He smiled to himself when he remembered that gringo bitch and the expression on her face when she measured his fully erect cock that afternoon a few months ago. "Twelve inches long and five inches in girth!" she exclaimed. Paco's tongue wet his lips as he remembered how she had tried to get away from him. He had taken great pleasure in tying her hands to the bars and sinking his throbbing cock deep into her gringo belly. Tears streamed down her face as he plunged in and out, and that excited Paco all the more. Yes, he mused, that was one hell of an afternoon!
Paco's arm ached. He rubbed it to ease the pain. Since the accident he couldn't straighten his left arm completely. The bones had not set properly and the arm was permanently bent at the elbow. It always ached like this in the evenings, and he tried to rest it as much as he could. Paco was certain it had something to do with the climate. He hated Cuernavaca. It was always warm, and that made Paco sweat. Water, in any form, was disagreeable to him. That was why he seldom bathed. Water scared him. When he was a child he fell into a tank and almost drowned. He could still remember gasping for air.
He'd be in Toluca right now, if he could. It was never hot there, and the high, dry climate made him feel better. But Paco had no choice. Nobody would hire him the way he was. Maybe a circus, but Paco was sensitive about the way he looked. He didn't want people paying to see him as a freak, pointing at him with their dirty fingers and encouraging then filthy children to laugh at him.
In addition to his magnificent cock, Paco had one other valuable asset, his unquestioning loyalty to Senor Guzman. It was Senor Guzman who paid all the hospital bills and brought Paco to Cuernavaca and had given him something to do. All the men who worked for him loved Senor Guzman. Paco would die for his employer. He almost had. It was Senor Guzman's motorcycle Paco was riding when the bus hit him. He was on his way to Matamoros with sealed instructions and pay-off money for the men there. But that was long ago-eight years this month.
Paco reached out with his right hand and turned the volume control on the panel. "I want to fuck this one like a dog. I wonder how in the hell you say that in Spanish?" boomed the voice of one of the men in the room. With a flick of his wrist, Paco cut the volume back. He leaned over and spat on the floor. "Mother of God," he mumbled, "how I hate these miserable fucking gringos!"
He looked at their weak, pink bodies and their tiny, thin pricks and spat again. They couldn't satisfy a flea with those miserable pricks of theirs, he thought. Their bellies shook like goatskins half filled with wine. The fat one, whose belly hung down over his little prick so you could hardly see it, was Dr. Carl Gorman. Senor Guzman had introduced him to Paco the day before and announced that he was joining the staff. Paco couldn't pronounce what Gorman was. Anyway, he wasn't a real doctor. Senor Guzman had explained that. This one did something to people's heads. Shrunk them, Senor Guzman had said. Paco couldn't see how you could shrink a head, but it was none of his business anyway. He would put up with the pink bastard because Senor Guzman wanted it that way.
Paco didn't know the other man. He was someone from Washington who had to be "entertained," and Paco knew they had many like this visit the Game Room. Paco didn't care. He did what he was told, and that was all that was important to him.
His eyes slowly swept the large room, taking in the expanse of red velvet that covered the walls and the white silk that hung in folds from the ceiling to give the Game Room the atmosphere of a Sheik's tent. The floor was covered with a three-inch thick carpet of silver fur. Several times, when no one was there, Paco had quietly gone to the Game Room and walked barefoot through that fur. It was so soft, so luxurious! Along one wall were twelve chairs covered in black velvet to match the two long couches along the other walls which were draped with spreads made of black fur.
The circular bed commanded the room. It looked like a giant ottoman and was covered in soft, pure white fur. From experience Paco knew that the round bed caught most of the action in the room. The couches were only used when it was a large orgy, or for whippings. Senor Guzman said it was too expensive to let girls bleed on the white fur, and some of them did bleed!
The pleasant feeling the room gave him left Paco when he fixed his eyes on the twisting bodies on the round bed. The contrast between the soft-toned olive skin of the two girls and the pink, scrubbed look of the men disgusted Paco, causing him to spit at the floor again. A vague excitement growing in his loins, Paco's eyes were riveted to the scene in front of him.
Carl Gorman had one of the young girls in a kneeling position near the edge of the bed. Her face and breasts were pressed against the white fur of the bed and her ass was held high in the air. Paco watched Gorman sink his finger deep into the girl's cunt and then withdraw it. He raised his hand a fraction of an inch and then sunk the same finger deep into her ass. "Aargh!" the girl moaned at the intrusion into her tight canal. Gorman repeated the action three times, the girl registering pain on each intrusion.
Then, holding his prick in his hand, he moved his body against her and sunk his throbbing piece as deeply as he could in her ass. The girl's raven black hair was spread wildly across the white fur as she shook her head from side to side. "Aargh!" she screamed as Carl Gorman ran his dry cock in and out of her tight little asshole, his balls bouncing against the cheeks of her ass. The girl beat her fists on the bed and tears streamed down her face and splashed on the fur.
Paco watched as Gorman's cock turned from its natural, sickening-pink, color to a light brown. The stirring in Paco's loins had now become a demand and he reached down and took his gigantic cock in his hand. That dirty gringo prick, he thought, I'd like to bend him over like he has her! I'd shove this monster up his ass and split him apart! That little hole of his would tear all the way up his back. Paco began drawing the skin up and down on his cock, dreaming of ramming it up Gorman's ass. He could see it, all brown and covered with blood when he pulled it out. Then he'd push the dirty gringo to his knees and make him lick it clean, asking him how he liked the taste of his own shit!
Paco's hand moved faster as his excitement grew. Tiny beads of moisture appeared around the ridges of his cock, and he could smell his sex. It was a rancid, strong, almost overpowering smell, and Paco liked it. Senor Guzman made him spray himself with cologne every day, but this was Paco's favorite perfume-the smell of sex.
Carl Gorman went into a frenzied motion, his knees bucking against the edge of the bed as his cock flew in and out of the girl's asshole. Paco watched the girl pull her Hp between her teeth as her head flew from side to side. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the fur of the bed.
"I'm cummin'!" Gorman shouted, pounding against the girl with every muscle in his body. He suddenly stopped and held his body against hers rigidly as he pumped his come up into her belly. Slowly his muscles relaxed and he withdrew.
The girl remained as she was. Paco saw the milky white flow mixed with droplets of blood ooze from her tortured asshole and drip down her legs. Her body shuddered and she slowly backed off the bed and walked to the door leading to the large, tile covered bathroom at the end of the room. Gorman, a sadistic but satisfied look on his face, walked over to the silver bowl on the marble table at the entrance and selected a long, thin, marijuana cigarette.
Paco, his cock throbbing in his hand so that he could feel his heart beating like the rapid pounding of a kettle drum, let his eyes drift to the other couple. The girl was on her back, her soft olive skin warm and inviting against the white fur. She had her knees up in the air and the gringo was between her legs, his hands holding them apart while his tongue explored the paradise of her downy cunt. Paco could see his tongue circling the lips of her vagina, and his own tongue wet his lips thinking about the delicious taste of a young cunt. It was always salty, mixed with just a touch of sweetness like honey. Paco loved to sink his tongue deep into a cunt, tasting those bittersweet liquids girls use to cleanse themselves. God how he needed a cunt to lick! It had been so long! Senor Guzman only used Paco when he wanted a special type of show, or when he wanted to punish some girl with Paco's mighty cock. It had been almost two months now. He had to have some-soon!
Paco could taste that cunt as he watched the gringo's tongue flick back and forth over the tiny clitoris. "Ooh!" the girl moaned as the gringo's tongue slipped past the silky hair and through the puffed lips into the wet entrance to her belly.
The man turned around so that he was kneeling over the girl's face. With a quick movement of his hips he plunged his cock into her waiting mouth. Paco watched the thin, pink prick slide into the girl's waiting mouth until it was sunk down deep in her throat, the hair at the base of it resting on her ruby red lips and the small sack with the pulsing balls bouncing up and down on her nose. The man's head buried itself in the soft folds of her thighs, his tongue darting deep into her cunt.
The girl's hand crept up the cheeks of the man's ass, her finger searching for and finding his asshole. With one quick movement she buried her finger to the hilt in his ass, finger-fucking him as her mouth enveloped his swollen cock. Their bodies began a slight rocking motion, increasing in tempo as they climbed the ladder of divine sensation.
Paco imagined himself on top of the girl, choking her with his huge cock and licking her cunt until it was completely dry. With his hand, Paco matched their tempo, the head of his cock turning a bright red as he approached climax. He saw the man spread the lips of the girl's cunt with his fingers and jab his tongue as far as he could up her. With a quick jerk the girl arched her body, drawing the man's tongue even deeper inside her. Her feet flew into the air and began trembling.
Paco had timed himself to come at the precise moment the girl did, white liquid spurting from his enraged cock and making little puddles on the floor. The man was coming now, too, pumping his hot liquid down the girl's throat. He pulled his head from between the girl's legs, his face covered with her moist come, and gasped for breath, the girl's thick come dripping from his nose into his mouth.
Paco arranged himself, sliding his limp member back into his pants. He stood up and moved to the control board. He was certain the men were through now, and he'd have to be ready to unlock the electrically sealed door when they wanted to leave. Once again he turned the volume control, this time listening to their conversation. The girls were both now in the bathroom repairing themselves from the ravages of the two men.
"Here, John, light up a stick," Carl Gorman said, offering the silver bowl to the other man. "It'll relax you and help you savor what you've just had."
"No thanks, I've never tried pot."
"You'd better. That's our business, you know. Senor Guzman likes to see his guests use his product. Besides, John, it's perfectly harmless. Come on, you'll enjoy a little trip, especially after a fucking like that!"
Paco looked at them with disgust. He gave the volume control a vicious twist and cut them off. Shit, he thought to himself, they'll be there another hour now! He watched the other man take one of the thin cigarettes and accept a light from Dr. Gorman, both men smiling at some secret joke.
"Mother of God," Paco muttered to himself as he flopped back down in the large chair, "I hope my day comes soon!"
No, it wasn't much of an orgy, as orgies go, but it added fuel to a fire that had been raging in Paco's loins for some time. A fire someone would pay dearly to put out.