happening – especially the things that were happening to her. (La Goulue's bright red lipsticked mouth was fastened over one of her breasts, the girl's tongue licking avidly at the captive nipple.) On the other, the very pervertedness of the lewd contact stiffened her clitoris and created an almost unbearable sexual desire in her. Suddenly the Odalisque was spreading Jill's legs and sticking her tongue right into Jill's steaming pussy. The young artist nearly swooned. Ooooohhh! Oh God, what's wrong with me? What am I allowing? I can't let her do it… got to stop… but… nooooo, it feels sooooo wonderful! In her dazed state, she flashed on the prurient graffiti scratched on the restroom door: How about eating your cunt? The sensuous Oriental girl had her slender hands on Jill's asscheeks and was burrowing deeper into her cunt, her licking, sucking tongue painting crazy abstracts in the steaming, sensitized furrow. There was another girl at each of her breasts, their heads bobbing as they nursed on the taut flesh. Through the haze of lights and colored images, Jill saw Valdez and another Mexican advancing towards her, their cocks jutting out like spears. Hands grasped her waist from behind and pulled her down on her back, the other three girls still clinging to her and sucking her breasts and pussy. What was happening? Ohhhhh… ooohhh… she was cuuuuummmmming!
Jill let out a banshee cry as she creamed the Oriental girl's face with her pussy. Instantly, another mouth fastened on hers, then there was a scramble of bodies, and a different head was hovering between her legs. Then growing larger as it moved up her body, until she was staring into the face of the fat man, Valdez, who leered at her and gave her a sloppy French kiss.
Without warning, he shoved his cock into her open pussy and began to fuck her. Jill clenched her eyes shut against the whirling sensations shooting out of control through her loins and belly, fighting with all her might against the betrayal of her body to a nightmare of perverted lust. Soon, Valdez shot his hot cum into her pussy, but not before she had cum hotly again around the fat man's thickly jerking cock.
When the Mexican withdrew his spent organ, another girl – the Mona Lisa – fell on her body and licked the sticky cum out of her while she spread her legs over Jill's face and shoved her cunt onto Jill's mouth, forcing the young American to twist and move her lips in an effort to find a breathing space. She had never tasted a woman's pussy, and she was surprised to find the musky sweetness exciting to her. She began to lick the girl's cunt in earnest, sensuous hallucinations filling her confused mind.
There were bodies all around her – feet, arms, torsos, cocks and cunts, in various positions of sexual play. The Mona Lisa clamped her thighs tightly around Jill's head, almost suffocating her, and came, licking and sucking Jill to another cunnilingual orgasm before she was pulled off the young artist's body. Another pair of lips came down on Jill's face and tongued deeply into her mouth, getting the residue of the Mona Lisa's pussy juices.
She heard cries of 'Chinga! Chinga la pinocha!' around her, then, 'Mira-las nagas!' Hands turned her over and she was placed across Dawson's body as she felt another pair of men's hands groping at her asscheeks. Long, silky female hair brushed against them then, and she bucked as she felt a wet pointed tongue in her tight, puckered anus. Aaaahhh! Oh, nooooo!
At that moment, La Goulue's face appeared under her and the girl put her arms around Jill's neck and pulled her face down, kissing her wantonly. Dawson's beefy hand was playing with her breasts, cupping the tender mounds of flesh, squeezing them, tweaking the berry-red nipples. The ass tonguing stopped – to Jill's disappointment – and she felt another kind of stimulation there: the tip of a man's hardened cock! NOOOOO! She couldn't take that!
But she did. She had no other choice. Dawson's left hand began to play around the moist lips of her vagina, triggering her wanton loins into action, and she thrust her buttocks up in response to the printer's lewd fingering. The hard, smooth penis was cradled between her asscheeks. Someone grabbed her ankles and began to lock the soles of her feet and her ankles, sending agonizingly delicious shocks of feeling through her legs and into her pussy. La Goulue was still kissing her passionately, and grabbed Jill's hand and placed it around her melon-sized breast. A silken, throbbing penis was placed in Jill's other hand. She opened her eyes. It was the painter, Rafael De Vargas, the man with whom she was supposed to study portraiture. He grinned at her lewdly, his face the face of a lusting satyr in the weird light. Moment's later, it changed to the creviced mounds of a woman's ass, as Maya stood above the kneeling painter and straddled his face, pulling his gray head into her pussy.
She saw the Odalisque kneeling between Dawson's legs, her mouth fastened over the printer's cock and her raven hair skipping over his hairy thighs. Drunken, drugged faces blurred and elongated in hallucinatory transfigurations. Dawson was fingering her pussy madly, and she squirmed against it. As she sought to satisfy the craving of her pussy, she automatically massaged the painter's wet cock up and down and grasped it harder in her hot hand. She was perspiring under the psychedelic glow of the lamps and from the sex heat generated by her own excitation and by the heated sea of bodies around her. Where was Don Ernesto? She wanted him to fuck her. Why wasn't he fucking her? Why wasn't somebody fucking her? Please fuck me, somebody!
The cock that had been cradled between her asscheeks was suddenly thrust into her anus and she cried out in pain, tightening her grip on De Vargas' cock and squeezing La Goulue's breast painfully. She half turned her head to see whose cock had plumbed her virginal asshole. It was Don Ernesto's! She couldn't understand how it had passed the tightly resisting sphincter muscle, but it had. The sodomizing shaft was in her hot rectal channel, searing its way deeper and deeper into her unviolated passage. She felt that it would punch through her belly and into her throat.
At that moment, De Vargas shot his hot sperm obscenely into her face and trickled onto her fingers. La Goulue, who was being fucked by El Capitan, stuck out her tongue to lick the painter's hot cum from Jill's eyelids and cheeks and chin. The gallery owner's cock inside her rectum pressed deeper and deeper into her defiled rectum, which miraculously began to accommodate the invading weapon.
There was a momentary pause, as Garcia's cock came to the end of the channel. Then he drew back, pulling most of the reaming prod out. Jill relaxed her rectal muscles as the slippery prick withdrew. Without warning, Garcia slammed his hips forward, sending his throbbing cock all the way, until his balls smacked hard against his lower asscheeks, sending her sliding forward over Dawson's sweaty midsection until her ripe breasts smothered La Goulue's face, and the sex-hungry girl took them greedily into her mouth and sucked gluttonously. Oh God! Jill was about to cum again! She lifted up her head, gasping loudly, her whole body quivering. The last thing she saw before she closed her eyes in orgasmic ecstasy was the officer's cock as it slid out of La Goulue's cunt. As Jill spasmed with another quaking orgasm, she felt a hard cock, musky with the scent of a woman's pussy, being shoved into her open mouth. Strong hands pulled her head into the man's loins so that there was no escape for the cumming artist, who was being cock-fucked from both ends.
Dawson shot off into the Oriental girl's mouth, bucking Jill up and down as Garcia fucked hard into her asshole and El Capitan fucked hard into her mouth. This was the final act of her servile subjugation, and there were cheers of encouragement from the drug-crazed participants in the debauching orgy. 'Viva la Arte. Viva La Artista Americana!' someone shouted. She was famous!
The drug-deluded young girl sucked hungrily on the officer's cock, wanting to taste the ammonia-flavored sperm, wanting to feel it running down her throat and out the corners of her mouth. And she soon got her wish, her wanton sucking bringing the Mexican officer to a sperm-spewing climax. She swallowed in rapid gulps to prevent the ejaculating fluid from choking her as she ground her asscheeks hard into Garcia's loins, skewering herself on his impaling cock. The Colombian stiffened, every muscle in his body taut and gleaming with sweat, and cried out, 'Arribo!' as the sperm from his balls scalded Jill's rectum…
Outside, a battery of armed soldiers and policemen was waiting for the signal to storm the palatial residence. Members of Julio's organization had confiscated the lithographs from the gallery. Key dealers had been apprehended. Garcia's guard squad had been infiltrated by members of FICC, who were easily able to overpower the gallery owner's well-paid flunkies – those mercenaries, members of El Capitan's corrupt force, had already been hauled off to a retaining cell in a dismal, Mexico City jail.
Julio had packed all of Jill's things and transferred them to a private car where Roy Harris, the undercover CIA agent who worked at the U.S. Embassy, was waiting with an armed driver.
The piercing sound of a whistle came. The militia rushed forward, bursting into the house and through the doors of the mirrored orgy room. There were cries and shouts and a mad scramble for clothes. The awful thud of a fist against a human face jolted Jill's awareness as El Capitan's body fell backwards, pulling his spent cock out of her mouth with a smacking 'shluuckpphh'. Something hard and metallic scraped her skin. Don Ernesto was being
