'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.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After my first big Hollywood movie, for which I received an Oscar, as you may recall, Dirk, my old sex film director, came to wild America. I saw him, of course. I was on top of the heap and he was down. He'd been having a rough time. He wanted to release the stags we'd made, making my identity known. He said we could make a million. I said I'd already made a million and that I was not going to do it, not right now. The world wasn't ready for it. Dirk threatened to do it on his own and I called my lawyer and we had a three-way discussion. My lawyer came up with this idea.
'Your image was built on sex Kitsy. Passion's Queen was pure sex and the whole industry knows how you achieved that climax scene. The world is changing. People don't condemn you for being sexy, they envy you. Now, while it isn't a good idea to release those films and say, definitely, that it's Kitsy McRae doing all those things, I think we could get away with asking, Is This Kitsy McRae? See what I mean?'
'I got it,' Dirk said.
'We, of course, deny it and file a huge suit against Dirk.' 'Hey,' Dirk yelled.
'Which, of course, will be dropped- after bleeding it for all the publicity we can get,' I said. 'I get the drift.' Exactly.
So underground theaters began to show the long, feature film we put together out of my many and varied sex scenes shot under Carlo and the question was raised. It caused a furor. Me, the Oscar winner, a paid fucker? Heavens. It hit every newspaper in the world and then we hit our own company, which we'd formed with Dirk, with a huge suit and got even more publicity and then we started selling copies of the short things I'd done and the gross from the feature and the shorts was four point four million. And then Dirk made a public confession, that he'd deliberately chosen a girl who looked somewhat like me, and we proved that I couldn't have made the films because^! was in Pakistan or some sort of shit and Dirk, with a half million in cash, went back to jolly old to drink himself into happy oblivion; I pocketed my share of the loot, went off on a cruise with, well, never mind his name, his wife might be reading, and came back to ink a contract for the biggest spectacular movie since Cecil Bee. I was twenty-three.
After that movie, which was filmed in Africa, I was tired. I had offers from everywhere. I wanted some time off. I took it and flew in a nice man's private jet to Aruba, where he had this wild layout, and fucked myself into relaxation and then spent some time wondering where to go next. I had a share of the gross on my latest movie and it was going to outpull anything since Gone With The Wind. I decided not to do a movie for a year or so and called old Ruf, who was still in Europe, and he flew over and we went back down to Cape County and, once, we fucked in the old shack where we'd grown up, mean and quick, me leaning against a wall.
'We've come a long way, huh Ruby?' he asked, wiping his cock on his handkerchief.
As I sit here now, rereading this, my first book, I have to agree. We'd come a long way and fucking there in that tumble down shack, standing up, was sort of a symbol of coming full circle. Ruby Gore, starting out playing with herself and dreaming dreams, fucking her family, then making it big'and coming back to fuck her brother against a wall for the last time. Ruf was getting married.
Maybe, someday, I will, too. Get married, I mean. But not now. I'm leaving this lovely place with my completed manuscript, and then there's another movie, and some commercials to be shot up jn New York. And the head of the agency where I do the commercials is a nice man with a desire to tickle my body with feathers before he makes wild love to me.
I rested. I've told you about me, about Ruby Gore or Kitsy McRae. I think I owe it to the world, because, somewhere there's some small girl with dreams and I'd like for her to know that she doesn't have to settle for marrying the local undertaker or a service station mechanic, not that there's anything wrong with that, but the Great American Dream still lives. I think I've proven that If I can do it, then this little girl with dreams can do it.
Good looking chick, good luck to you. You were given certain equipment. You have as much of it as I do, tits,
