Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

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.