muscles and can take a huge cock, it must be great, and if you're not the best is to have a small cock' there. I love anything new. And this was new. It was my first hard-cock reaming from the rear and I felt it push up into the heat and odd softness of my anus and then Michel was bucking and lunging and I was swirling my ass and it seemed that he was reaching far, far up inside me. 'You like?' he gasped.
'Oh, God, I love it,' I said, meaning it. 'Hit me hard, darling. Drive it in hard.' He obliged. Then, knowing girls, I guess, he put one
hand under me and began to play with my clit and I boomed and gave him a swift ride, making my ass go in circles, sucking with my muscles to give him a feel there, trying to cut off his cock with my strong spincters. He worked mightily and drove his cock into me as fast as lightening and when I was coming he came into me and felt this vat of come jet into my warm ass and I moaned and wiggled and sucked on his cock with my anus and he groaned and jerked and then was still. 'You came?' he asked. 'Oh, wow,' I said. 'I sure did. That was great.'
'The look you had when you were climaxing,' he said. 'I want to achieve that in that scene in the first reel.' 'You've got it, darling,' I said.
CHAPTER TEN
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.
