Michel was a good director. He was moody and tem-permental, but I knew how to handle him. Once, when he was really put of sorts, and we couldn't get a scene right, I said, "Michel, can we take a break? I'd like to talk to you."
He fumed and fussed, but he did. We went into my dressing room, the star's dressing room, and I smiled at him, tossed up the empire dress I was wearing and bared my butt. For coolness, I was not wearing underwear. I leaned over a table and wiggled my butt at him. "Work off your frustrations, darling," I said.
He went silent, then he grinned. He smeared cold cream on my anus to give it lubrication and, without removing his pants, he took out his cock and drove it into my anus from the rear, with me bending over the dressing table. He grasped my hips in his hands and pulled my ass to him with each lick and he drove and drove and then, very quickly, came into me with his hard, surprising jets of come and I almost came by empathy. Then he said, "Thank you, Kitsy," wiped his cock on a tissue, wiped my butt for me and I let the empire gown fall into place, strode regally back to the set and we went through the scene without a goof.
My leading man was an up and coming French actor. Rene was a young Tony Curtis. As the Count, he helped make the picture the success it was. But he had trouble with the seduction scenes." "I just can't seem to get into the mood with all these people," he kept saying, when we were shooting the most important scene, the first love bout between Antoinette and the Count.
"Michel," I said, "could you clear the set except for one cameraman and one light technician?"
He nodded. The Count was in his night clothes when I, as Antoinette, burst into his bed chamber. I lifted the old fashioned night shirt and saw that Rene had on underclothing. "No wonder you can't get in the mood," I said.
I, made him remove them. He was shy and went around behind a siding to do it, but when he came back I could see his limp cock banging against the night shirt. "Now, Michel, if you and the techs will go away for five minutes," I said. Michel was getting impatient But he did want to get the scene right and he'd learned to have confidence in me. He went, taking the others with him. "All right, Rene," I said. "Get your ass over here on this bed." "He came, sheepishly. "We're going to get you in the mood," I said, reaching under his night shirt to seize his nice cock. I was pleased with it. It was huge, even in repose. I playecbwith it.
"I am not a queer," he said fretfully, "but I can't perform private acts before people."
"The secret is to forget they're there," I said, playing with his cock, which stubbornly refused to get hard.
Well, I'd fix that I pushed him back and knelt over him, throwing the nightshirt, up over his chest. I went down and took his sweet cock into my mouth. He had a fit, but I wouldn't let him get up. When he tried to pull his cock out of my mouth I bit it hard and he cried out, but the biting did it. It began to get hard and then it swelled and pushed its way out of my mouth and I laved it and kissed it and then I crawled onto him and kissed him and thrust my breasts into his mouth until he was steaming and squeezing my ass and trying to move me on top of him to get it into me. I said, "You see?" He laughed.
"When we have the cameras going, think of this and nothing else," I said. "I'll see to it that you're interested."
We called Michel and the two techs back and I told Michel we were ready for a take. We started standing. Rene, with an audience, had lost his erection. I rubbed my soft body on his and we went through the dialog and the kisses and the camera got his hand on my breast. We had, that is the powers had decided to make it an X-rated movie with some real sexual action, going about as far as anyone had gone. You know, a hand on a breast, a quick shot of a naked boob, the man's head and the woman's head with the woman's head bobbing up and down as if she were being pounded from below, the strength of the blows moving her entire body.
On the bed, we went through the prescribed activity and the dialog with the Count protesting that he could not take advantage of his brother's wife and the future Queen of France. Antoinette, me, said, "You can't say no."
The honorable count tried. But the honorable me put my hand down and out of the camera range raised his night shirt and squeezed his cock. I whispered, during a cut while the camera was being moved, "Think of nothing but me."
Action. He was lying atop me. We were supposed to be fucking. "Cut," Michel yelled. "Rene, you're not showing it. You're a passionate man having the sweet body of a beautiful young girl for the first time. Put something into it." "I cannot," Rene yelled.
"Goddamnit, Rene," I said, "lie down on top of me and shut the fuck up and let me do the work."
Michel gave me a minute. I reached down and pulled my gown up around my waist, exposing my thighs, my bush, my twat. I had Rene's cock in my hand. It was half-soft. I put the head of it at the soft, wet entrance to my vagina and stuffed and Rene's eyes popped. "Not here," he said. "Here, damnit," I said. "This is where it counts."
I was moving my ass. I felt his cock, in spite of himself, get hard. There's not many young men who cannot get a hard-on if the head of their cocks are placed inside a warm, wet, ready female cunt. He got hard and I got this lovely slide as it pushed itself into me. "O.K., Michel," I said.
Michel was saying incredulous things in Italian, but he had the good sense to start the camera. "Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me as if you meant it. I want to feel you come in me when you're supposed to. I want to have a climax when I'm supposed to. I want this to be the most authentic sex scene ever filmed."
Well, with his cock in me, he was willing. We went through the dialog and then, when we were supposed to be fucking, we were, and I mean that Rene was a stud.
He banged into me and I gave it back to him, camera taking it all, but only our heads and shoulders of course. Close-ups of Rene's face, in the throes of passion. Close-ups of me with that sensuous lovely sneer and then he was pounding, forgetting all of them, knowing my sweet cunt, taking it, possessing it, owning it, reaming it all the way up to my womb and I was reaching, reaching, crying out his name, flinging my head from side to side in true ecstasy and then I felt his cock swell and drive deep and I came and cried out and he moaned and grunted and the camera came to my face as I had a beauty and then we lay there, panting and gasping and grinning.
It was a take. It was the scene they talked about. It was the scene which established me as an actress. It was the scene which attracted Hollywood to me and put me in my first big Hollywood film and it was a scene which was repeated in private several times before Rene went back to France at the end of the picture.
But before he went there was one other moment to be remembered. I suggested a private party to celebrate the completion. I served fine foods and fine wines and there was just me and Michel and Rene. I got slightly tipsy and told them both that I LOVED THEM.
Rene, slightly tipsy, too, said, "One at a time or both together?" "Anytime, anywhere, anyway," I said.
To make it short. We ended up on the bed. There was some good natured kidding about the size of Michel's cock, but I told Rene that it was a specialist's cock. I ate both of them lovingly. I churned them up and got myself churned up.
"Now, darlings," I said, "the star wants to please both her director and her leading man." I pushed Rene onto his back. He was huge and hard. I gloated and enjoyed his cock with one last loving kiss. Then I crawled on, hoisted one leg, guided his hard cock into my ready cockpit. I lay full length on him. I felt Michel's hands down there, playing with Rene's cock and my twat as they came together. Then he smeared juices on my anus and came. I mean, he came into me. I felt his cock drive past my tight muscle, pop in. I wiggled my ass.
I was twenty-one. I'd completed my first picture. I was happy. And I was a sandwich for the first time in my life and it was glorious. I mean, any woman who hasn't felt two cocks in her, one in her twat and one in her anus, hasn't lived. I felt so luxurious I cried with happiness. Rene, understanding, kissed my tears away and screwed me gently. He was lifting his loins and just moving his cock in me and Michel was moving his in my rear. I could feel the two of them meet up inside, with just a thin membrane of body flesh to keep them from coming together to rub heads. I felt so gloriously full.
"You two are in for a long night," I said, beginning to swirl my ass, making it good for both of them. The rhythm was difficult to work out. We finally achieved it. I would hold fairly still, except for circular movements of my ass and spasms of my internal muscles, both in my vagina and my anus, and they would both drive into me at once. Rene's cock would fill me from, the front and Michel's would drive into me from the rear and when they both were in full length I'd sob with pleasure.
They began to work on me hard and regularly and I felt my first one coming. I kissed Rene and tried to swallow his tongue. I put one hand between us and pinched one of his male nipples hard to make him hit me harder and then I came. My body exploded. My cunt pounded. They could both feel it. My muscles tightened and loosened and spasmed and grabbed and loosened and grabbed and Michel said, "Who came?"
"Me," I whispered weakly. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop. This is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me."
I found that I could control the action by the pressures of my internal muscles. I could move them well by that time, since I'd been working on them for years, training them. I could squeeze Rene's cock until he moaned with pleasure and I could almost bite Michel's off with my tight anus. "I want you both to come in me at once," I said.
We worked. We toyed. We played. We fucked and fucked and fucked and my ass was a perpetual motion machine, weaving, circling, sucking, biting, soothing. I felt Rene begin to go harder and Michel followed close behind. I milked them with my muscles. I gave them exquisite pleasure. I moaned and came again and it inspired them. Rene was pumping, pumping, lifting me and Michel both with his strength. Michel was driving hard.
"Now," Rene yelled, pushing it hard and deep into my cunt. "Now," Michel moaned, reaming me, pushing it far, far up, so far it straightened out the first bend in my intestine and made it seem to me that I was all cunt and ass and full up to my mouth. "Now," I screamed, and we all three exploded at once and gouts of come filled me in both holes and their cocks pounded into my pulsing holes and I cried and sobbed and laughed with the goodness of it.
"Let me try," Rene said, after a rest. "If it hurts I'll stop."
My ass was gooey with Michel's come and it was loosened by his cock. I relaxed and felt this perfectly huge thing battering at my anus, trying to push past the initial resistance. I was sexy again. I made shitting motions and, open sesame, the thing popped its huge head into me, almost slicing me open. "Hurt?" Rene asked.
"Don't stop now," I gasped, the worst of it over, the lovely feeling of his cock sliding into my come-greased hole filling me with lust. He drove it in and I felt as if I were impaled on a huge pole. I wiggled. It was lovely. I crawled, with Rene's cock in me, atop Michel and put his lovely, small cock into my used cunt. And it was encore, encore, with Michel coming just behind Rene and Rene's huge cock making a pain which added to my overall sexiness. I do remember that night.
However, Rene's was the last full sized cock I've allowed in my anus, because my doctor told me that old queers, the kind who go for browning, destroy their spincter muscles by being holed by huge cocks and can't control their bowels, so I didn't want that to happen to me, no matter how lovely it is to be browned by a huge cock. I've managed to find some small ones since, and that's good enough for me. And there's no shortage of Huge cocks for my front entrance.