Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

He put his hand on my shoulder. "We have for the queen, the most beautiful sex star, the most handsome young men in Rome. We have saved them, forcing them to be celibate. They have seen your photos. They have watched you in the public appearances. They are yearning for you. We will shoot genuine passion, not soft-dicked play acting. We will revolutionize the industry. You will become the most famous girl of sex films. Once an American strip teaser did a stag film and it must have netted a million dollars, but she was fat, had artificial tits filled with plastic and was a very poor actress. You will make her look like Mother Goose playing at sex."

After that build-up what could I say? And I had no choice, really. "Lights, camera, action," I said, shrugging.

My director was an Englishman. His face was florid and he nipped on a vodka bottle during work hours. But he knew the business. And the set up was entirely professional. Carlo wasn't shooting anything legit at the time, so we had the finest equipment from his main studio and the cast of characters made me glad I had agreed. There were three of them. They were the flower of Roman youth, tall, strong, dark, devilishly handsome. None of this dopie, druggie, alkie trash which you see in American sex films. And they were hung. I joked a lot about them being the three stooges, because they were named Gino, Angela and Marco. None spoke English. They spoke sex.

We were shooting in lengths of fifteen minutes. That's a standard roll for home movie projectors. The English director, Dirk, talked to us, me and the three stooges. "We will begin simply, kiddies," he said, nipping a shot of vodka, "for those who want the most for their money when they buy our films. There are those who want a plot, however simple. Fuck them. We'll get to them later. Right now we're shooting for those who want crotch shots, those who want to see, from beginning to end, acres of genitals, minutes of eating, more minutes of close-ups of a cock going in and out of a cunt."

My three stooges were in robes. They looked so much alike that I never quite got to the point where I could tell them apart, so I'm just going to call them, inter-changably, Romeo, that being a good Italian name and it not making one fuck's worth of difference who was on the bed with me. They were stamped from identical molds, had cocks so near the same size that I couldn't tell the difference there and they responded to me in that wild Italian style of panting, mooning and then frenzied lovemaking.

"Miss McRae, if you will prepare?" Dirk said courteously. I stepped out of my robe and walked into the stage, sat on the edge of the bed. "Look, gentlemen," Dirk said. "Who is ready?" The three stooges tried to push each other out of the way. Dirk screamed at them in Italian and they halted sullenly and dropped their robes. One stooge was intimidated by the cameramen, the director, Carlo and the other technicians and was limp as a dishrag. Dirk made a face and pushed him aside. Stooge two was playing with himself wildly, trying to get it up, but stooge three was ready, ramrod ready.

Dirk smiled, looking down at the pole which was standing arrogantly up against his belly and said, "You."

I was wearing my,naming red wig and my mask and my makeup. Dirk issued orders to the stooge in Italian. He came onto the set and seated himself in a chair, a wide,, armless thing. "Now, Miss McRae," Dirk said.

"I don't want to tell you your business, D"irk," Carlo broke in, "but I must remind you that Miss McRae's main value is her genuineness. She has not been prepared."

"Oh, sure, boss. Forgot." Dirk shrugged. "I'm used to working with those damned Lesbian whores." He turned. "One of you stooges want to work on Miss McRae?"

Neither of the stooges understood. "I'll help," Carlo said. He came to the bed and pushed my legs open. He grinned up at me. "I'm a man who believes in doing his part." He went into my nest with his face and although I was a little nervous, doing my thing in front of all the people, it felt good to have his mouth, his familiar, knowledgeable mouth, bite and chew at me. He worked on me with his tongue and I began to feel the flow of juices, wetting my cunt, giving him something to lick and suck.

"Might as well not waste this," Carlo said, speaking over his shoulder. "Put it on film."

A camera came in and began to roll. He positioned himself so that the camera could come in close and take his face between my legs. I went cold when the camera started to hum, but Carlo took care of that quickly and the first thing I knew I had forgotten that I was on camera, under lights, with an audience of men behind the cameras and the lights. I began to feel it and my body started to respond with motions of my hips and

loins and ass and I put my hands down and the director yelled at me to move them that I was hiding the action. I put them behind my head, fell over backward, and began to writhe to Carlo's inspired eating. His gone tongue was working a mile a minute at my clit and now and then going down to thrust into my cunt. I started humping. "Great, great," Dirk yelled. "Just great."

Shit, I didn't care. I was reaching and loving it. Carlo knew my every sensitive spot and he was working them wildly. He brought me to the edge and then jerked away. "Now," he said.

"Go to Romeo and kneel beside his left leg," Dirk said.

"Think sexy," Carlo said. "Think about getting that cock into you."

I looked at Romeo's cock and I was so hot I could have fallen down on it and wiggled for a minute and blown my stack. I knelt beside his left leg and he was told to slide down so that just the edge of his ass was on the chair. His cock was standing up. "Now," Dirk said, "I want you to make love to that cock as if you'd never had any in your life. I want to see every movement, so keep your face up and into the camera. You can put your hand on it, but don't hide it."

I gasped and reached down with one hand. I have the greatest respect for a beautiful cock and this one was a winner. It showed in the curve of it, in the proud, hard head of it, in the length and width of it. And my passion, my love for a nice cock, came across nicely with the way my hand touched it almost worshipfully. "Good, good," Dirk yelled. I fondled it for about a minute with the camera coming in to show my face and the cock right in front of it, for I was down to within inches of it. "Now," Dirk said. "Make love to it."

I stuck out my tongue and touched the head of Romeo's cock. It jerked with interest. "Good," Dirk yelped. I licked it. It was clean and sweet. I ran my lips up and down the length of it, wetting it with my saliva. I licked. I kissed lightly. Romeo was going wild, moaning and jerking with real passion. I could believe that they'd starved him for sex for weeks. I licked. I sucked the sides of it and then I put the head of it into my mouth and Romeo began to buck and fuck me. I liked it. He was so hot it was transfering itself to me and I was already boiling from Carlo's eating. I was beside myself, wanting that cock in my hole. I was not aware of anything. I was pure sex. I ate it as if it were the most delicious bit of food in the world and I'd been starved for a month. And then Romeo bucked and plunged and came. I felt his come jet into my mouth, my pussy began to throb in empathy, but I didn't come. I was screaming with passion and I let his come jet in and then Dirk yelled, "Let a little run out."

I let it run out onto his cock. It rolled down the shaft of it in a white, thick mass. Then, wild with passion, I licked it off, like a child licking ice cream running down his ice cream cone. "Oh, Jesus," Dirk yelped. "You were right, Carlo."

I lapped it, licked it, sucked. I wanted it in me. I cleaned the last little drop by squeezing his cock with my hands and itty bitty kissing the last white drop which oozed out, lapping it up.