Lately the head shrinkers and some M.D.'s liave gotten onto this kick that screwing keeps you thin. Hell, I formed that theory before any of the college types even thought oЈ it. I was making love, not fat, when I was in Rome, Italy, as a contestant in the Miss One World Contest. Now I'll be the first to say that merely screwing a lot won't keep you thin unless you use a bit of common, sense. They had this delicious food in Rome and I went for it in a big way. Carlo liked to eat. He said the secret was to eat Italian food all the time. He said, "Eat pasta dishes all the time, not just one or two times a week, you won't gain weight." He was trim and nice, so maybe he had something, but I suspect he just had one of these marvelous metabolisms which doesn't store fat but burns It off. I tried eating the Italian foods and in the first week I began to put on weight. It was just a pound or so, but it showed in the shape of my hips and on the scales which Pearl and 5- carried everywhere with us. I started cutting my portions by one half and then by
two-thirds. I limited myself to one glass of champagne a night. It worked. And I lost the three pounds I put on by screwing.
A really active girl can burn up a lot of calories screwing, and Carlo gave me opportunity to use up a few. Then he put me onto the English judge, a nice, middle-aged Lord Something or Other, who was staid, except when he got in bed, and then he was a wild man who liked to have his male nipples pinched like hell. That put two judges into my bag. And, with me taking care of both Carlo and Lord What's His Name, I burned off about two hundred calories each time we crawled into a bed. Not a lot, but every little bit helped.
Meanwhile, old Ruf was having the time of his life. Ms. Viv introduced him to the blond viking from Norway. He told me about her. She liked to be on top, he said, pretending that she was the man. It wasn't bad, he said, since she did all the work and really knew how to throw her ass. That was three judges out of fifteen in the bag.
I was assured by Ms. Viv that the American judge would vote for me if I had a hare-lip and warts. Four. The judge from Iceland was leaning toward me, Ms. Viv said, because Iceland hadn't sent a contestant. Five.
The commies had five sure votes on their side. The U.S.S.R., East Germany, Poland, Mongolia, which had entered this really beautiful Eurasian chick, and Hungary. There were contestants from all the Iron Curtain countries, but Ms. Viv thought they'd all decide, after casting a vote for the home town girl, to put their weight behind one Iron Curtain maiden, probably, just to show that Russia wasn't calling the tune, to the Mongolian chick. With five block votes for the Reds and five for me that left five uncommitted: France, West Germany, Brazil, Canada and Japan. The Frenchman would die with his French girl, West Germany was unpredictable. We had to work on Brazil, Canada and Japan.
The Canadian judge was a nice looking man who ran a model agency with New York connections. His name was Frank. He had wild assed socialist political beliefs, according to Ms. Viv, and was expected to go with the Iron Curtain judges. But Ms. Viv also had other information on him. He was a frustrated cock hound. He had the reputation of being a lousy lover. Ms. Viv had had someone talk to models working in his agency. He chased all of them, caught some of them, frustrated them and then had a hell of a time catching them again, because when a girl gets laid she wants to get her jollies out of it.
Carlo and I were spending a lot of time together. There were official functions, of course, but they ended at some hour or the other and left the rest of the night If it wasn't Carlo it was Lord England. Meanwhile, Ms. Viv was trying to gain the Canadian's interest and not doing too well. I was getting to know Carlo pretty well and I asked him, one night, after one of our nutty bouts with whips and things, if he knew this Canadian Frank, He laughed. "Ah, it is not assured for you yet, eh? You want to bribe one more judge?" "It take? one to know one," I said.
"Little one," Carlo said. "I have plans for you whether or not you win." He'd made hints like that before, and I kept begging him to tell me what he meant, but he wasn't talking. His time, he said, was being taken up by the Miss One World gig and until he finished with it he would not make plans, "But I want to win," I said. 135
"It would be better for both of us if you won," he said. "O.K.," I said, "help me get to this Canadian."
"We are brothers, comrades, for we are both members of the Communist Party," Carlo said. "You're a Red?"
"I am what it is profitable to be," he said. "At the moment, certain people think that having a member in the movie industry is worth a lot of money." "And this Canadian?"
"I have talked with him. I am not sure why, but he is an unhappy man. I get the most, how you say, clear impression that he is fighting himself, but thinking that he is fighting the world." "I don't get it," I said. "I think he is a latent homo," Carlo said.
"That would explain his lack of success with girls," I said.
"He talks a great fuck," Carlo said, "saying how would you like to dick that one and how would you like to eat that and other things." He shrugged expressively. "But all the time he talks he looks at my crotch. I think, he, himself, does not know what is eating on him."
"Makes it sound hard to get him into a case of hots over me," I said.
"I have thought," Carlo said. "Why not get him a case of hots over us?"
So, with a couple of slick maneuvers, Carlo got Frank into his pad the night before the actual competition was to begin. There's been almost two weeks of preliminary things, public appearances, rehearsals, posing for pictures. Now the real thing was about to get under way and, try as he might, Ruf had been unable to lure the cute little Jap judge into bed to get her on our side. She told him, "My son, you are too huge. Although my body craves you, I have enough intelligence to know that you would hurt me. Besides, I am married woman." So it was vital that we convert this Canadian.
He was a nice looking guy, blond, tall, well built. He had deep green eyes and shaggy eyebrows. He was very sophisticated. He spoke perfect English and handled himself very well. Carlo fed us and wined us. He'd picked out.my dress, a naked-look thing which showed all of my back to the crease in my butt and most of my chest down to the brown circles of the nipples. He, himself, wore tight double-knit pants and I swear the crazy wop didn't have on any-underwear. His cock and balls showed through. And old Frank couldn't keep his eyes off them. I saw him eyeball Carlo every time Carlo crossed the room to mix a drink or something.
Well, it got drunk out for Carlo and the Canadian. I limited myself, counting calories. I waited for Carlo. Oh, I vamped the Canadian all evening, batting my eyes and arching my back at him to thrust out my un-braed tits. He looked and seemed to be interested at times.
Long about eleven, with both of the men feeling no pain, Carlo started talking about the movie industry and he said, "I have a little hobby which might interest you." We were interested. He pushed buttons and a screen came down over the bar and a hole opened in the wall and a projector came out. He said, "Not many people know about this side of my business, so I trust I am among friends who will not talk."
We assured him that we'd keep quiet. He dimmed lights and started the goddamedest film that I'd ever seen. It was my first fuck movie. The first one was a good looking, heavy assed dark girl and a slim, strong stud who ate and screwed with a certain verve.
I got the delicious trembles, watching the girl have a huge weiner put into her bun and apparently loving it. Then there was another and this time there were two men and one girl. They took turns..One ate and one screwed. Then they sandwiched the girl and one had her in the cunt and the other in the ass. When it was over Frank was breathing hard. "I say," he whispered, "that was rather interesting."
Then Carlo put on the killer. It was a homo film. Two pretty boys, who were hung with truly unbelievable cocks, played with each other and ate each other and then, with wild contortions and evident enjoyment, browned each other with those huge cocks.
Old Frank was figeting and breathing hard and his face was flushed and he could hardly talk. Carlo looked at me, with the lights back on low, and winked. "I must ask you to excuse me," he said, going off in the direction of the bathroom. That was my cue, I guessed. I rose, stretched. I arched my boobs at Frank and he licked his lips.
"Whee," I said, "is a girl supposed to watch that stuff and remain perfectly calm?"
"I would think not," he drawled, "depending on the girl, of course."
"Well, this girl found it very exciting," I said, moving closer. "I mean well, I guess it's natural, seeing all those sexy people, to feel the way I feel."
He looked at me musingly, licking his lips, "How do you feel?"
"Honey," I said, moving to stand beside his chair and push my hip against his arm, "if I had on panties they'd be scorched."
He swallowed a gagging sound and leaped at me, crushed me into his arms and his mouth found mine. I went limp, let my body mold to his, felt his cock all hard and demanding pressing into my belly. I raised myself on tiptoe and let the hard cock slide below my mound and then I went to work, for myself, for him, moving my hips, rubbing my cunt all over his cock. I knew that I was oozing and that there was a wet spot on the back of my dress where I'd creamed, because watching those films really turned me on. He was digging his fingers into my nice ass, lifting me, pressing his cock hard into my softness.
"There's a bedroom right over there," I said, "and this dress comes off real easy."
He moaned and started to carry me off. About half way there Carlo came back in and said, "Ah, you were going to start without me."
"I say, old boy," the Canadian said, "we didn't expect you back so soon."
"I'm selfish," Carlo grinned, "if there's to be fun and games I don't want to be left out."
1 could see the speculation in Frank's face. I said, "The way I feel, three can play,"
"Sounds like fun," Carlo sighed, coming over to put a hand on my shoulder. Frank was still holding me in a bear hug. "What do you say, sport? Shall we make it a threesome?"
"Might be interesting," Frank said, his face very flushed.
We went into the bedroom and I loosened my gown and dropped it. I stood there naked, posing for them, my two judges. I could see the Miss One World Title shining in their eyes. I moved to Frank and started to undress him, I said, "To play the game right we have to get rid of these." He started to protest but Carlo was shucking out of his clothes. Carlo's prod was hard and Frank looked at it with hunger in his eyes.
All three of us naked, we went to the bed. I threw myself down in the middle and rolled my hips and shoulders in a tantalizing way. Frank uncertain of himself, was on my right. Carlo went right to work, bending to plant a kiss on my left breast and then biting it lovingly. "The feast is here before us," he told Frank.
Frank, with a sigh, bent and tentatively chewed on my right tit. He didn't seem to have his heart in it, so I reached out and put my hand around his cock and played with it. Right then it ceased to be business for me and became pleasure, because I reached out and got another cock and this was the first time I'd ever had two cocks in my hands at the same time and my mind leaped ahead to what those cocks could do for me and I went ape. I mean, it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me.
With my hand frigging them gently, Frank got more interested and let his hands get to know the rest of my body. Once his hand went down on my creaming twat and Carlo put his hand over Frank's hand and held it there for a while and I noticed a decided increase in Frank's interest. I felt Frank's finger go up me and I went wild on it, throwing ray hips around, loving the thrust, the penetration of it.
Then Carlo went down on me and ages of delightful eating. Later I came and moaned and put on a great show. Frank, who was able to see both my passion and Carlo's long, hard cock, ate me and got me right to the verge of a come and then Carlo sort of pushed him into the saddle. I spread my legs for him, ail weak and wild with ye olde lust. Frank made a stab at rny cunt and almost pushed a hole in the softness on one side of it.
Then Carlo reached down and seized Frank's cock and said, "Let me be your bombadier." He took longer than necessary to guide Frank's cock into me, but meantime, Frank had this male hand on his cock and he was going wild, making fucking motions and stabbing me all around my pussy with the head of his dick.
Then it hit dead center and I wanted it. I lunged up, threw my legs around his back, took him in, swallowed him into my creamy, slick, silken maw. He was snorting and moaning. I looked down and saw one reason. Carlo had not removed his hand. He was rubbing the base of Frank's cock, making tentative incursions into Frank's anus with a finger, feeling the slickness of the point of entry and rubbing and teasing and I knew Frank was going to come like a rocket, but I, too, was close from his eating and I put on a show, letting myself go and humping wildly. I came and my cunt started to close and pound on Frank's cock and he yelled as Carlo ran one finger into his ass and buried it to the hilt and checked out, blew, exploded. It must have been his first half-way satisfying come, because he had a man's finger up his ass and a man's hand playing with the exposed base of his cock, the big, thick part which wouldn't go into me.
Carlo let Frank fall into a relaxed position and lay there, with me moving slowly, feeling his cock go soft, liking the little afterfeelings of fucking. Then when Frank rolled off with a sigh, Carlo said, "I hope that I didn't offend you by joining in your pleasure." "Not at all," Frank said. "I found it rather nice."
"I don't think anything people can do together is wrong, as long as all are willing," Carlo said. "Does that offend you?" "I, ah, agree completely," Frank said. 141
Then that nut Carlo went down on me. He had a twat which was full of come. It was oozing out. He licked the sides of it, taking off the oozing come. He cleaned the outside and then he latched onto it and sucked and got more and all this time Frank was watching, his lax cock coming back to attention. He was thinking, I'll bet, that man is eating my come. He was panting and wild when Carlo crawled on, having brought life back into my little rose down there. Carlo's big cock slid in and he winked at Frank and said, "Three can play."
With a grunt of pure release, Frank let his hand down and felt Carlo's cock going in and out and then he truly went ape. He tried to thrust his fingers into my pussy with Carlo's cock and that was the sexiest thing, his fingers pushing in alongside that wonderful, huge cock.
Frank got down there around our working ends and put his face up close. He could smell the scent of pure sex, mixed come and juices and a bit of honest sweat. He toyed with Carlo's balls and his anus. He put a finger into Carlo experimentally. I could tell Carlo was close. I wondered why he was holding back. He pulled out of me and came, on his knees, to thrust his cock into my mouth from the side. I took it, all I could, and gave it a good sucking.
"A pretty sight, no?" Carlo said, "a nice cock in a mouth."
Frank made a wild, grunting sound and, in desperation, he was so hot and wanted Carlo's cock so badly, he dived into me, fell atop me, drove his cock into me. I winged it, with one huge cock in my mouth and another working desperately in my well-oiled pussy. Frank's face was right up there next to my head, where I was eating Carlo with evident pleasure and I could see the look of envy on his face. I let Carlo's cock slip out and kissed Frank. I gave him my mouth with Carlo's cock out of it only a split second and he must have realized that. He went wild. And Carlo, seeing his chance, slid his cock between our faces and I Mked it, I licked the cock and bit it, closing my mouth around the baYfel of it with the head sticking out against my cheek.
Frank made a moaning sound and put his mouth down on it and I grinned inside, because we were sharing Carlo's cock between us, Frank's lips closed over it just as mine were, our lips making contact now and then as Frank threw his body into mine hard, hard. I moved my head and took the round, hot head of Carlo's cock into my mouth and sucked and licked. Then I let it go and said, "It's nice, try it."
He hesitated only a moment. Then, with a wild cry, he opened his mouth and took Carlo's cock. He gobbled it as far as he could and then, experimentally, let it slide in and out. Then he was gone. He went wild and didn't care. He had a cock in his mouth for the first time and his own cock was buried in a woman's twat and he was all sex, all, sex, all sex.
Carlo started fucking his mouth and he took it, letting the huge cock slide all the way back to his throat. I kissed around it, kissing Carlo's balls and the barrel of his cock and Frank's lips as they were extended around the cock. I knew Carlo was close and I wondered if it would be wise to get his rocks oS in Frank's mouth the first time, but they didn't stop. I helped by kissing the base of it -and the balls and then I felt Carlo go tense and there was a wild sort of look on Frank's face as the first jet of come went into his mouth. Then he hit me wildly a few times as Carlo pumped into him. I was working myself, being near that heavenly re-143 lease, and I started coming just as Frank's mouth overflowed, thick come oozing out around Carlo's cock. I was so hot I started kissing and licking it up and that inspired Frank, because he swallowed and took the come down his throat and some of it leaked for me and I was coming and then Frank came and pumped a load deep into me and we were licking and sucking Carlo's cock, cleaning the come from it. I got the last little drop. I ran my fingers up his cock, milking him down, pushing that last drop up the big vein and out the eye and I licked it off and smiled at Frank, who was collapsed on me, his full weight on me.
"I hope you don't think…" Frank said, a little later. "I mean, I hope you don't think…"
"My friend," Carlo said, "nothing about sex is bad. We are three friends. There is nothing evil in liking the feel of a well-turned cock." To show he meant it, he fell next to Frank and took Frank's lax cock into his mouth and ate it until it began to come up again. "You see," Carlo said. "I can enjoy that, and yet I can enjoy the body of a beautiful girl like Kitsy. It is the best of all possible worlds, no? I mean, I feel sorry for those who are hopelessly heterosexual. They miss out on a lot."
"Yes," Frank said. Then, more positively, "Yes. Of course." You could see this new world up there in his eyes. "Yes, of course." He smiled at us. "I am very grateful."
"There are more games, if you're interested," Carlo said, and I was afraid he would bring out the whips and gadgets and that, I was sure, would be moving Frank along too fast, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Instead, he browned Frank. He thrust his cock into Frank's backside, while Frank moaned and said, "Oh, God it hurts."
"Relax," Carlo said. "Here, let me show you." He assumed the position and, with eagerness, Frank mounted him, drove his cock into Carlo's anus. "You see," Carlo said. "You relax, so. And then you suck, so."
I was being left out. I slid down under Carlo, who was on his hands and knees. I got my well-used cunt under his hard cock and lifted myself until I could feel the thing there at the door to my happiness. "Wait/' Carlo said. He moved and wiggled and was lying atop me, his cock sliding in as he lowered his body, Frank's cock still in his rear entrance. And in that position, with Carlo sandwiched between us, his cock deep in me, Frank's deep in him, we spent a lovely ten minutes, all getting hot and wild at the same time, bucking, humping, grunting and moaning and coming wildly one after the other.
"It has been a delightful evening," Frank said, after he'd showered and dressed. I'd just slipped into my gown. Carlo was in a fancy dressing gown. "Perhaps we can do it again?"
"Yes," Carlo said. "After Kitsy is named Miss One World." Frank frowned. 'Tes, I see."
"Look, comrade," Carlo said. "Is friendship worth anything?" "You have done much for me," Frank admitted.
"The Party wants glory," Carlo said. "You and I are practical men. We know that glory for the Party puts nothing into our pockets, no?" "What do you mean?" Frank asked. *'I mean that I want Kitsy to be Miss One World because I have plans for her. Plans which could include you." "1 was told…" Frank began. 145
"To vote for a comrade, I know," Carlo said. "But if voting in a certain way meant a considerable amount oЈ money to you, personally, and I am not talking about a bribe, but about something much more substantial, would you consider it?" "I'm listening."
"Kitsy, remove your sweet ass," Carlo said. "I am not yet ready for you to know."
I pouted and fussed a little, but in the end I went into the bath and had a shower while they talked. When I came out they were having a drink. "Here's to Miss One World," Frank said, waving his glass at me. "I love you both," I said. "With all my heart."
The contest was a typical thing. Bathing suit competition, gowns, street clothes, talent. I did my thing in a bikini and won the bathing suit competition. Ttie judges gave points based on a ten point system. The higher the impression, the higher the point count. Ten was perfect. Nine-point-something was great. I had, in the bathing suit thing, four tens, one nine-point-nine- the American judge said later he didn't want to make his vote look suspicious by giving me a perfect ten-and one nine-point-seven. That put me a few points ahead of Miss Monoglia, who had five perfect tens from the Iron Curtain judges. The four other judges split the vote among other contestants.
In evening gowns, the American had seen that the Soviet Bloc was trying to stack the points by giving Miss Mongolia perfect scores and he gave me a ten. Carlo, who had been talking around gave me an eight-point-five, because he knew that West Germany had swung to me. I squeeked past, because France seeing that his chick didn't have a chance, got piqued and joined the Soviet Bloc. And then it was evident that it was going to
be me or Miss Mongolia and Japan swung to me in street clothes and then everyone gave Miss England, who was a helluva dancer, the talent contest prize, with me placing second.
Here she is, Miss One World, walking down a huge ramp in Rome, by God, Italy and smiling and crying a few happy tears as if she'd won the contest by pure beauty and talent and not by screwing two judges and turning another one on to A.C./D.C. sex and by siccing her brother onto another judge. Shit, I didn't care. I had what I wanted and I had fun getting it. I wasn't the only one who bribed judges. That sonofabitch Carlo told me later that he and Frank had balled Miss West Germany and promised to vote for her and Miss Mongolia had taken on all five of the Iron Curtain judges, one of whom was a butch dyke.
Miss One World. As Queen of Peace, I made a tour which covered fifty countries. I was on T.V. and in papers all over the world. I was given the royal treatment everywhere I went. I was escorted by good old Pearl and she found some nice lovers in France and I got laid in England, Germany, Japan, and in Russia by a huge, bearded Party official who roared like a bear when he came.
I officiated at political things and social things and I cut ribbons on bridges and put a shovel of sand from here to here when new buildings were being dedicated and I made little speeches for peace and understanding, written for me by the committee which had organized the contest and maybe I did some good. I don't know. The world is a big, hairy place and I don't think one little beauty queen is going to stop nations from wanting the property of other nations, but I did my thing and got a little out of it for myself, for I met some interesting men and got laid a lot.
My reign as Miss One World was one year. When that year ended I was almost twenty-one years old, famous in, my own right, but with no money of my own. In Paris, where the second annual Miss One World contest was held, I put the crown on a girl from Finland and stepped back into the shadows to let her have her moment of glory.
Next day I had an appointment with Carlo at his studio in Rome. I was a private citizen again, no driver, no escort, Pearl having flown tearfully back to good old Old Town. I told her when I made it I'd send for her, and I meant it. I told her that Carlo had plans for me and that I thought those plans were concerning making movies. Carlo, as the result of his contacts as the chief ramrod of the first Miss One World thing, was getting some backing from money people and his movies, two of them during my year as Miss One World, had been getting some publicity and making a small dollar. I saw myself starring in his next production. I was absolutely right. I was the star. I was in the movies.
But I didn't know the extent of Carlo's movie operation. When I found out, I was really pissed, but I was broke, the Finn was getting the pictures in the papers and doing the T.V. interviews now, and I was a has been.
"It is a start," Carlo said. "There will be other times, other things. You must begin somewhere."
"All right, you filthy sonofabitch," I said. "Let us begin."