Emile Bosch

Beverly Hills vixens

CHAPTER ONE

CULTIVATING THE GARDNER

Kim had awakened early, when the mist was still rising from the swimming pool outside her bedroom door. Her husband had already gone off to work, he put in such long hours. She decided she'd go for a little swim, just to get herself fully awake and ready to start the day.

She got out of bed in her long sleeping gown, pulled open the sliding glass door and walked out onto the patio. It was a beautiful morning in Beverly Hills, a glorious day to spend money. She thought she might go to some ritzy stores on Rodeo Drive. After all, what was the use of having money if you didn't spend it. And spending money was the second thing Kim was very good at.

She strode to the side of the pool and dipped her foot into the water. Ah, just right. About bath temperature (the pool was heated, of course). She reached down to the hem of her gown and lifted it over her head. She was nude underneath. For a moment, she studied her naked reflection in the glass door.

Red bouncy hair tumbled down about her graceful, white shoulders. She had large breasts, the tips of which curved slightly-upward due to her last cosmetic operation. She found out that with enough money, anyone could have the perfect body. The trick was to exercise a bit every day and spend more time shopping than working. She lifted her breasts and examined the large round nipples. Even when she herself handled her breasts, she could begin to feel the juices flow between her thighs. Her hands massaged her flat little tummy, then wandered down to the fiery little triangle of red hair below. Her hands smoothed over her pubis, then one little finger slipped in between her pussy lips. Ahh, she was wet and dripping, and so early in the morning! Alas, her poor hard-working husband wasn't there to service her. In fact, he was hardly ever home, always at that damn office of his. Oh, well, she thought, someone has to make the money.

She walked over to the shallow side of the pool and sat down beside it, her long legs dipping into the water. She thought she should take a swim, but she didn't think she could swim a stroke without getting a few strokes up her snatch. Goodness, she yearned for a nice big cock.

But even money couldn't buy everything when you wanted it. She'd have to make do. With her legs dangling in the water, she leaned back on an air mattress beside the pool, and bean slowly stroking her pussy with her ands. Oooh, that was good. So good. One hand held open her pussy lips, while the fingers on the other hand found her pink exposed clit and began rubbing against it. As one of her girlfriend had explained at lunch at the Polo Lounge a few afternoon ago, this was "clitoriffic".

Her hand began stroking her clitoris faster and faster. Her hips began grinding and moving against the plastic air mattress. While one hand played with her pussy, her other hand began massaging her heavy breasts, pulling at the nipples, slowly moving in circles. The warm of the sun's early morning light felt good on her skin. She inserted one of her fingers up her snatch. It was no way near the size of the dick she wished was pushed up there at the present, but it would have to do for now.

As she played with herself, she closed her eyes and began thinking of the bartender at a ritzy bar she often stopped by after shopping for a nice refreshing drinkie. He was young, in his early twenties, and built like a body-builder. She had never had the pleasure of pulling down those tight black pants of his, but she had often thought about what she would find there. A big nice cock? Now, that would be nice. She could just imagine him, standing there with his pants down, and this cock the size of a baloney sausage standing at attention. Could she get her lips around that…

It seemed the sun had gotten covered by clouds, for a shadow passed over her body. When she opened her eyes, she saw a figure standing beside her, silhouetted by the sun. She, gasped and sat up. "Oh!"

She jumped right into the pool with a big lash. When she turned around, she saw at the shadow had been cast by Jose, their gardener. He was a big, heavy-set man from Mexico. She had completely forgotten that he often liked to arrive early in the morning to get a lot of the work done in the lawn before it became too hot.

"I sorry, Meez Keem," he said.

Kim's face was now as red as her hair. At first, she felt extremely angry at him. No doubt he had stood there watching her, lying completely naked on the air mattress, her legs spread, fingering her privates. Yet, he did seem very embarrassed himself. He motioned that he had just come around the side of the pool, where he had been attending the flowers there and… well, he literally ran into her.

"I'm sorry. Sorry, Meez Keem."

"Oh… it's okay, Jose."

He smiled and nodded. Although she could see he was trying not to look, he couldn't quite turn his eyes away from her magnificent jugs bobbing in the water. She also couldn't turn her eyes away from the crotch of his brown khaki-pants. It looked like he had stuffed a tree branch down there.

Kim knew Jose had a wife and a few kids down in Mexico. He talked fondly of them. Yet, he did not see them for months at a time. He must get very lonely. Whatever did he do with that tree branch in the meantime?

"I… prune bushes now," Jose said.

"Now."

"Si, Meez Kim."

She walked toward the shallow end of the pool, water streaming from her slim, nude body. Jose stood paralyzed. He wasn't in any hurry to prune bushes. He was more interested in the red bush coming toward him. While she stood in the shallow water, Jose's dick was just at the level of her mouth. Incredibly, it seemed to be growing bigger.

"I prune bushes now," Jose repeated, but he made no effort to move. He took off his straw hat and wiped his brow.

"Not yet, Jose," Kim said. "I want to talk to you for a moment."

"Si, Meez Kim."

"I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful job you've been doing of keeping the yard so well kept."

He nodded. "Gracias."

"And… I want to make sure that you keep those oleander bushes nice and thick on the north side of the property. We wouldn't want any of our neighbors being able to spy on us."

"Oh, no, Meez Kim."

"Because there's some things we want to keep private," she said. "Not everyone needs to know what goes on around here." Jose began breathing heavily as Kim reached up and tugged at his belt and unbuckled it.

"Oh, no. Private. Muy private."

"That's good," said Kim. She unsnapped the top button, then pulled down the zipper.

"Muy, muy private," said Jose.

Kim reached on either side of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He stood beside the pool in his raggedy underwear, his tree sticking straight out, already wetting himself with pre-cum.

"We have to know when to keep our shut," said Kim. "And when to keep our mouths open."

With that, she pulled down Jose's underwear so quickly that his heavy cock bounced up and down several times like the diving board on the pool. His dick was about a good eight inches, with a plum-red head. Kim couldn't take it any longer and she plunged her mouth down about the head of the cock.

"Ahh," moaned Jose. He put his hands behind her head and pressed his dick farther into her mouth. Once inside her mouth, Jose's dick grew even bigger until she almost wondered about it. This was too good to be believed.

"Suck it, babee," cried Jose. "Suck it all."

"Mmmm," gurgled Kim.

He moved his hips back and forth, just fuckin her mouth for some time. Then he pulled her by the arm out of the pool. He was amazingly strong, Kim realized. He lay her down on the air mattress, then, kicking off his pants so that his legs were free, then he knelt on top of her, a knee on either side of her head, so that his prick dangled above her beautiful mouth. He took hold of his cock and flopped it about her face, on her eyes, her nose, her lips. "Oh, Jose," said Kim. "Please put it in my mouth. Fuck me in my mouth."

Jose positioned his dick at her mouth and fed it in. Kim hungrily took it all. His large balls dangled in eyes. She opened her mouth as wide as she could in order to take all the Mexican meat she could. Jose was gentle. He took his time, easing it past her teeth, over her tongue to her tonsils. He still had a few more inches to go.

Kim couldn't believe this was happening to her. Just a few minutes ago, she had been wishing with everything she had just to have a big dick inside her. Her dreams had come true. That, she guessed, was just the Beverly Hills kind of lifestyle.

Jose fucked her face for some time, until she finally pulled his long hose out of her mouth for a bit and said, "Jose, you've got to fuck me in my pussy. I really need to get off this morning."

"Si, Meez Kim," he replied. He moved off of her, then knelt between her legs, holding them wide for a good look at her red pussy.

"Oh, me, Jose. Please. Please."

"Un momento," said, Jose. He knew how to tease a woman into cumming. He wanted Kim to have the full advantage of all the tricks he had known with the girls of his mountain village.

He stuck a finger in her moist pussy and began fucking her with that.

"Oh, Jose, lose, you're driving me loco," she cried out. "You're fucking me loco."

Then Jose knelt down and stuck his mouth to her pussy lips, soon licking up all the honey juices that were spilling forth there.

Kim, who had been almost on the verge of cumming before on the mattress. Now Jose had driven her to that edge once more.

Then Jose flipped her over on her stomach. He grabbed her by the ass cheeks and with a sure quick movement, thrust his big manmeat into her pussy.

"Aye, aye, aye," cried Jose.

"Oooh, Jose, fuck me loco, Jose. Fuck me loco," moaned Kim.

He fucked her with the strength for which he had been famous in his little mountain village, the strength which even married women often sought out when their own husband's peters had petered out. His thighs slapped against her white creamy ass. The outlines of her bikini could plainly be seen on her otherwise tan body. It was obvious she wore the teeniest bikini, and so being totally nude was not that much different really.

Kim reach between her legs and founded his jingling balls. They were filled with cum juice, she knew. She couldn't wait until it would cum spurting out of his dick so that she could slurp down every last drop.

Kim stretched out farther on the air mattress, thrusting her randy butt higher into the air to receive the tremendous dick of her Mexican gardener. He grabbed her by a shank of her red hair and pulled her head back, kissing her hard on the lips.

"Ooh, mi hombre," she purred. "Mi hombre with el grande cock."

"I fuck you good, Meez Kim," he said, "just like the virgins in my village."

Then he pressed her flat down against the air mattress and fucked her for a while that way, howling like a wild animal.

"I've got to suck you some more," said Kim. "I need a taste of your big cock right now."

She got up on her knees and turned around. Jose lay on his back down, his dick sticking straight up like one of the palm trees around the pool. Kim began sucking away at his cock, up and down, pushing her mouth all the way down to his cum-laden huevos, then back again. His prick was red and shiny and primed to cum.

"Ooh, Meez Kim, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

"Si, Jose, si! Cum in my mouth, please."

She kept sucking, harder and faster now, and also using her hand to give him a hand job at the same time, her mouth lightly capping his cockhead to catch all the spunk that would soon be spewing. "I'm cumming, senorita!"

His dick shot cum like a geyser. Kim tried to take as much as she could in her mouth, but soon it was drooling out of the sides.

"Oh, Jose, Jose," she moaned.

"Meez Kim, that was muy wonderful."

"Yes, it was. And now about those rose bushes against the wall…"

CHAPTER TWO

LACY UNDERGARMENT

After her little morning pick-me-up with the gardener, Kim decided to take a shower and head down to the stores to get some shopping done before the whole day was a total waste. She called up her best friend, Tammy Vanderhosen, wife to Hugh Vanderhosen, heir of the department store estate.

"It's such a glorious day to be up and around in Beverly Hills," said Kim on the phone, "what do you say we do a little clothes shopping."

"That sounds wonderful," said Tammy. "I haven't bought anything since last weekend and I'm about to die."

"Don't die when you can still shop," said Kim with a giggle.

Tammy arrived at Kim's mansion in her Rolls Royce. Kim couldn't help but admire Tammy's chauffeur. Tammy had already told Kim all about James. Tammy claimed that James had a cock so big that she could not get her mouth around in during his job interview.

"I almost didn't hire him because of that," said Tammy, "but he did come with some sterling references, and good help is so hard to find, that it did seem a shame not to hire a man just because he happen to be born with a huge schlong. I mean, it with wasn't his fault, was it?"

No, a man couldn't be faulted for that, thought Kim, but he could be faulted if he didn't work to overcome his handicap. Maybe she could lend him a hand someday.

The Rolls took them down Rodeo Drive, past some of the most trendy and expensive stores in the world. "You know," said Tammy, "sometimes I think I love shopping more than screwing."

"Well, you can shop longer than you can screw, that's for sure," said Kim, "but I don't wake up in the middle of the night horny to buy something."

"Now that I'm older, I don't either," said Tammy. She was at least twenty-five years old. She already had some surgery on her huge tits to keep that at the proper angle. "No tilt for tits is my motto," she said.

As they drove past a shocking pink building with a huge neon sign on it, Tammy cried out, "Oh, James, stop! Stop here."

"I don't think I've ever shopped here before," said Kim. The neon sign said, "Her Majesty's Service."

"It's the newest on the block," said Tammy. "I've heard some divine things about it."

"What do they sell?"

"Why don't we go in and find out," said Tammy with a wicked laugh.

While James waited outside in the Rolls, Tammy and Kim entered the pink store. It was a lingerie store – a very nasty lingerie store.

All of the shop girls wore the merchandise. Sometimes that might include a pair of panties with a slit in the middle and a bra that was also cut out in the center so that the woman's large red nipples stuck out for all to see.

"I don't think I've ever seen a store like this before," gasped Kim.

"Oh, come on," said Tammy, "don't you wear any little hot nighties for your William?" William Dunlop was Kim's husband.

"What would be the use? He would just rip them off."

"Oh, but you must learn to tease your man," said Tammy.

"I'm Nancy," said one of the shop girls. "Can I help you two ladies."

Nancy was wearing a very small bikini panty bottom, so narrow that her pubic hair had to have been shaved. From behind, it could barely be seen, the fabric going up the crack of her ass. She wore a bra that had tassels on each tip. On top of her panties, she wore garter belt that held up black mesh stockings, and, of course, she wore the requisite high heels.

"Well, Nancy," said Tammy, "my friend here is looking for a little something to put some spice in her marriage, if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean," said Nancy. "This is the number one reason why people come here."

"Do you have anything that might set off those wonderful breasts and her red hair?"

"Let me check in back."

Nancy returned with several outfits. "If you'd want, we have our dressing rooms in back. We also have a special service that's designed to tell you which of your costumes are the sexiest."

"Really?" exclaimed Kim.

"Go for it," said Nancy.

"All right," said Kim, "let me have the special service."

"Right this way," said Nancy.

She escorted Kim to a rear room. It was empty except for a small raised platform and three chairs. "Stand up on there," said Nancy, pointing to the platform. Kim did as she was told.

Next came in three men, one not much older than twenty, another in his forties, and a third in his sixties. They were dressed in black tuxedos. They sat down on the three chairs.

"Who are they?" asked Kim.

"They are the special service," said Nancy. "They've been demographically chosen to provide the most comprehensive feedback. To help you determine which is the sexiest outfit for you."

"How delightful," said Tammy. "I just love immediate feedback."

"Take off your clothes and put on the outfits one by one," said Nancy.

Although it all sounded a bit strange, Kim knew that Beverly Hills was always on the cutting edge of fashion and style. Besides, who could be better to determine the sexiest outfit than three demographically chosen men?

First, Kim removed her high heels. Then she hiked up her skirt so that she could roll down her pantyhose. Slowly, she unbuttoned her silk blouse and pulled it off. She was wearing a white lacy bra underneath. Next, she unbuckled her skirt and let it drop to the platform. Now she was standing there only in her panties and bra.

"You must remove everything," said Nancy. "Our creations won't fit over underthings."

"Oh, of course," said Kim.

The men in the tuxedos watched impassively as Kim unhooked her bra and took it off, her tits bouncing upward, released from their nylon bondage. Next, she shucked off her panties. Her red bush seemed to be on fire. She couldn't believe it, but she was getting turned on. It was like she was returning to her old life, before she met William and started living the Beverly Hills life. Back in those days, she had been Gigi Galore, a stripper. But her past was now her little secret.

She picked up the first outfit and put it on. It was just a pretty little satin bikini panty with a dip front and lots of lacy lace.

"Now, that," said Nancy, "is worn topless. With a bosom the size of yours, it works quite wonderfully, a beautiful compliment to your upper body."

The three men in tuxedos had taken out pads of paler and were writing furiously, studying Kim carefully.

Kim's next outfit was a stretch lace bandeau bra. With its underwire support, it lifted her tits high, yet was cut low enough so that her big round nipples were pleasingly displayed. On her bottom, she wore a matching bikini, cut low on the hips.

The men wrote furious, crossing and recrossing their legs.

"Now, this next creation," said Nancy, "is sure to have a strong effect on the man of your choice."

Kim stripped down again, then put on a see-through teddy, decorated with an overlay of white lace and ribbon beading. It was so sheer that her tan lines showed through perfectly.

By now, with all this dressing and undressing in front of these men, Kim's pussy was dripping wet. She hoped it wouldn't stain anything.

When she appeared in front of the men in the teddy, she knew she must be having some effect, for all three men had very obvious boners, straining against their pants. Kim was getting into it now, just as she had when she worked the strip clubs. She dipped and turned, then bent over and wiggled her firm ass, giving the men a good idea of what it must be like to fuck her from behind.

On the sidelines, Tammy laughed. "She was always a shy girl," she told Nancy.

Soon, the men had actually taken their dicks out of their pants and were jerking off. When Kim saw this, she knew she had found the right nightie. "Wrap this one up," she told Nancy.

She stripped off he nightie and handed it to the shop girl. Of course, Kim now had other ideas. After all, here she was, nude, in front of three beautiful and large pricks. She looked at her companions.

"What do you say we give these judges a little tip for all their hard work?" she said.

Tammy had been looking at the men and had come up with the same idea. She nodded hungrily, licking her lips. "I think they should be rewarded for all their hard, hard work."

"There's three dressing rooms at the rear of the store," said Nancy, "and… they're empty at the present moment."

CHAPTER THREE

UNDRESSING IN DRESSING

Kim stepped down off the platform and walked over to the youngest man, her big tits bouncing ever so slightly. "Why don't you help me get dressed then?" she purred.

The young man nodded vigorously. "My pleasure, ma'am."

She turned and led the man into the first dressing room. Tammy looked over at the middle-aged man. "I'd like to see what else you have in stock myself," she said.

"Oh," said the man, "I think you'll find that our inventory is quite extensive."

"Then let's try it on," said Tammy, and they disappeared into the second dressing room.

Nancy looked over at the older gentleman. "Well, Pops, that leaves us. How's your merchandise?"

"Styles come and go," said the older gentleman, "but true quality always stands up, er, out."

Nancy gave a little laugh and with the older gentleman, walked arm in arm into the last dressing room. Soon, all manner of moans and groans began emanating from the trio of curtained dressing rooms.

Behind curtain number one, Kim immediately fell to her knees before the young man and unzipped his tuxedo pants. She reached in and pulled out an eight-inch cock.

"My goodness," said Kim, "this is a pleasant surprise."

"Service is our business," replied the young man, standing with legs slightly spread, hands locked behind his back. Kim's tongue began flicking up and down the length of his splendid prick, careful not to put it into her mouth yet, not quite yet. Then, very gently, she sunk a little lower on her knees and positioned her head under his dick, so that she could give his balls a nice tonguing, lifting them in her fingers so that her tongue could reach every little part of the cum-orbs.

This soon had the young man's dick at its fiercest erectness. It was positively red with excitement, ready to burst, and already leaking pre-cum all over Kim's face.

"No, no, not yet," said Kim. "The best is yet to cum."

She kept tickling his prick with her tongue, never inserting it into her mouth until he finally had to shout out, "Oh, madam, please, you've got to take me in your mouth, suck me, please, madam, I can't take it anymore."

"Do you want me to put your big, private member in my little mouth?" said Kim, teasing.

"Oh, shit, yes!"

"Are you going to keep it big and hard for little old me."

"I'm going to fuck your face as it's never been fucked before," roared the younger man. "On that, you can depend, I assure you, madam."

"Very well, then." Kim gave a little laugh, then began rubbing the dick along her cheeks and all over her face, as if it was some kind of powder puff. She licked his shaft, starting from his balls and slowly working her way to the man's own red head, swollen with engorged pleasure. She opened her mouth wide and started towards the dick.

Kim reached down to her pussy and slipped a finger into her moist slit. "Oooh, I'm going to suck this dick good," she said.

"I'm sure you will," said the young man. With that, he put his hands behind her head and gently eased her mouth around his dick.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," he cried.

Kim fondled her breasts, pulling at the nipples with one hand while the other was rapidly jerking off her clit. All the time, her head was going back and forth like a piston, giving the huge prick a delightful tonsil massage. She soon had the young man's dick shoved all the way down her throat, until his balls bouncing explosively about her chin. Then she brought it out again until the young man's head was leaning back and he was moaning, "Oh, madam, give me head, give me head."

He had never been sucked off like this before. Only a true Beverly Hills fox like Mrs. William Dunlop could give this type of head. Her very throat muscles constricted and contracted, so that even when the dick was deep inside her, she was massaging him with her throat.

The young man began thrusting his hips forward, fucking her beautiful face harder and harder, watching as her sweet mouth rounded his fat prick. He could hardly contain himself another thrust. In a sudden moment, the strongest ripples of an orgasm tore through his entire being. It seemed that the cum rushed from every part of his body towards his dick head. His balls pulled up and expelled their milky juices down the long shaft until it all came shooting out like one of the oil wells Mr. Dunlop was so found of investing in.

Kim wasn't about to let any of this precious liquid go to waste. She took as much as she could in her mouth until it starting leaking out the sides. It dripped on her bouncing tits and she smeared it around on them, the added lubrication making her nipples even more sensitive. She played with her clit even harder, stroking it, manipulating it, sticking a finger into her cunt until she, too, triggered the orgasmic reaction within her own body.

Keeping the young man's dripping tool stuffed in her mouth, she shuddered and flopped about like a fish on a hook. She shook her tits back and forth.

"Ooh, ooh, aaaaaah!" she cried out. She slumped down against the side of the dressing room. Her sucked-off friend sat down on the chair, his pants about his ankles, his poor little prick now looking quite bedraggled.

"Madam, may I say with all sincerity, that you are the very best," he said.

CHAPTER FOUR

BEHIND CURTAIN NUMBER TWO

Behind curtain number two, a similar scene was progressing. The middle-aged man bade Tammy to sit down on the chair. He knelt before her and reaching up her dress, pulled down her lacy panties.

"These are very nice," he said.

"They should be," said Tammy. "I bought them here."

"Yes, I thought I recognized them," said the middle-aged man.

Then, after carefully folding the flimsy undergarment, he pushed back Tammy's skirt around her hips, fully exposing her pussy. She always liked to feel air about her pussy and so she had shaved off all her hair there.

"Ahh," said the middle-aged man, "bald pubis."

"It's ever so delicate," said Tammy coquettishly.

"I shall be ever so delicate, also," said the middle-aged man. With that, he pushed her back in the chair. Tammy lifted her legs and pressed her feet against the sides of the small dressing room. The middle-aged man was in a feeding trough of sorts, his head caught between Tammy's lean and long legs, with nothing but her hairless pussy to chew upon.

"This is ever so civilized," said he, "for I won't have to worry about getting any hair stuck between my teeth."

"I don't know if that would increase sales or not," said Tammy, giving it a serious consideration. She liked to indulge in retail promotion schemes as a sort of hobby.

"Well, then," said the middle-aged man, "let us begin."

His head dipped down to her pussy lips and with his long wet tongue, soon teased them open to reveal her pink little clitoris. "Ahh," he moaned.

"Ahh," she moaned.

Having found the pearl of her pleasure, his tongue went to work immediately. Tammy pitched back and forth, jamming her pussy hard against the middle-aged man's mouth. His tongue dug deep inside her, like an extremely dexterous dick. She began gushing forth pussy juice, which he lapped up like the honey it was.

"Ohhh, baby," she said. "You give such delightful head."

He did not pause to reply, but only increased the manipulations of his clever little tongue. Tammy felt warm wave after warm wave come splashing over her body. She opened her knees even farther, pressing her pussy upwards and forwards into the man's face.

Finally, she shook with the first wave of cumming.

"Oooh, baby, baby. I'm getting off, I'm getting off. I'm… aaaah."

Her knees bounced back and forth, she pressed her high-heeled feet so hard into the wall that both heels punched through the dry wall. Now her legs were caught, spread right open.

"Oh, dear," she said. "I believe my feet are stuck."

The middle-aged man stood back to admire the view, Tammy's nice bald pussy, open to the world, with her legs spread wide apart, her heels hooked into the wall.

"Well," said he, "we might as well take advantage of the situation."

"Yes," she agreed, "we might as well. I don't believe, however, that you've put on a fashion show for me yet."

"As you request," said the middle-aged man. He first removed his tuxedo coat and hung it upon a hanger, then his ruffled shirt. He undid his belt, then unbuttoned the various buttons and latches holding up his tuxedo pants. When he slipped them down, a ten-inch cock bounced up, eager to go.

"Oh, my goodness, goodness," cried out Tammy. As soon as she saw the enormous member, she wanted it deep inside her. She wanted to be fucked like nobody's business.

"Oh, goodness, you had better fuck me quickly with that before it's declared illegal."

As you request, said the middle-aged man. Kneeling in front of her once more, he grasped her about the hips and positioned the tip of his ten-incher at the lips of her bald pussy. He thrust inside just enough to make Tammy squirm.

"I must see your tits," he said.

With his dick inside her pussy, he reached up to her blouse and undid the buttons. So worn out with pleasure, Tammy let him do most of the work, pushing her forward to take off her louse. Then he undid her bra and her tits spilled out. They were gorgeous. She had been blessed with extremely long nipples, an inch high, and they pointed right at the man's mouth.

"Oh, these are made for sucking, too," he cried out, and quickly bent forward to put his mouth about the left nipple, then the right, as if he didn't know which one to suck first.

Then, he grabbed her left tit and caressed it while he sucked on her right nipple. With his cock just barely inside her, with his left hand pulling on her left nipples and his lips sucking on her right, her legs spread wide and her feet caught against the wall, Tammy suddenly had an orgasm. It just sort of sneaked up on her before she could hardly know what was happening.

"Ooh, baby, baby, I'm cumming!"

He smiled. Her cum had released another flood of honey juice and it dripped down from her pussy.

"What are you doing to me?" she asked. "I just came with only an inch in me. What's going to happen when you give me the other nine?"

"I'm up for the adventure," said the man.

"Yes," cried Tammy, "let's be adventurous."

With that, he slowly pushed the entire shaft of his dick into her tight little pussy, blue-veined inch by blue-veined inch. Tammy's legs shook and trembled, locked into the wall, her pussy just bare and exposed and begging to be fucked. She shook her head back and forth furiously, and putting her hands on his ass, pushed him in as far as he could go.

"Oh, yes, yes. Fuck me, you big bull. Fuck me."

He didn't start fucking her full out once his dick was shoved up her, however. Instead, he caressed her tits some more. Tammy had always been in love with her tits. She had paid a lot of money for them. The best Beverly Hills plastic surgeon had added just the right amount of gelatin to make her big tits stand up even when she was laying down. She knew men loved them. The middle-aged man began circling his tongue about her erect inch-long nipple, then he began sucking on it, harder and harder.

"Ooh, please, please, fuck me," she cried out louder. "I must have some big dick and soon."

The middle-aged man had been around long enough to know not to give in immediately to the pleadings of these Beverly Hills women. If you waited a bit, they would appreciate it ever so much more. The secret was to tease them until they didn't think they could take any more and then really give it to them.

That was why the middle-aged man was going to milk out every bit of pleasure from Tammy's tits. He rolled his tongue about her big left nipple, then her right. She shook them about, twisting and squirming, trying to get some action from his dick, which was simply inside her like a barbecue spit but not moving. He spit on each nipple, then blew on them.

"Oh, don't, don't," cried out Tammy. "That's driving me nuts. Nuts! Please, please, fuck me. I mean it. Fuck me right now."

But the middle-aged man only smiled. "You have such beautiful breasts," he said.

"They should be," snapped back Tammy. "I paid fifty thousand dollars for them."

She thought back to the post-operation recovery, when she went into Dr. Dickson's office for her final visit. He had her remove her blouse and stand before him. Then he got out a caliper and carefully measured each breast and then the nipple. "Ahh," he said. "Perfect-o."

With another device, he measured the angle of her tits, how far they stuck out, the aim of her nipples, etc. "And again," he said, "absolutely perfect."

Tammy couldn't help posing a bit before the good doctor, who, no doubt, had seen thousands of tits in his lifetime. He was the best tit-man in Beverly Hills and had recently bought a gigantic mansion that was capped by, of course, a large dome with a cupola on top, in a quiet understatement of the man's professional preoccupation.

"How is the sensation?" asked Dr. Dickson.

"They feel… good," replied Tammy. He put his finger at the base of the breast. "Do you feel this?"

"Yes."

"And here?"

"Yes."

He kept working closer and closer to her pointy nipples, which were quickly becoming hard and even more pointy. Finally, he held each nipple in his fingers and pulled gently. "And how about this?"

"Oh, yes," said Tammy. She couldn't disguise it anymore. She was really turned on.

Dr. Dickson was such a distinguished looking gentleman, probably in his fifties with a little goatee and a little pot belly. He was one of the most respected members in the medical community. And one of the richest. Women from all over Beverly Hills would pay any price he asked for his designer-tits.

Now Dr. Dickson slowly lowered his head to Tammy's nipples and gave the left, then the right a little flick of his tongue. "Do you feel that?"

"All the way to my pussy," said Tammy, then turned red in the face, embarrassed she had been so vulgar in front of a professional, respected doctor.

"Oh, yes?" said Dr. Dickson. "Perhaps we should examine you there, too."

Now Tammy was truly embarrassed, for she knew the good doctor would find that her pussy was just oozing juice. She could already feel that her panties were wet. What would he think of her, a married woman, creaming in her panties over a distinguished doctor.

But it was too late. The doctor insisted that he examine every part of her body. And so Tammy took down her dress, then sat up on the examining table. Dr. Dickson reached for her panties and pulled them down her long legs.

"Now just lean back and thrust forward your vagina, Mrs. Vanderhosen," he said.

"Yes, Doctor."

This was too much for Tammy. She knew that her juices were flowing out of her pussy and probably staining the paper on the examining table. Maybe, she thought, she could tell him that she had some kind of problem in that area, too.

"Ahh," said Dr. Dickson, looking at her nice little pussy with the perfectly shaved bikini triangle of hair.

He inserted a finger and Tammy almost jumped through the roof. "Ahh," she moaned unintentionally. She told herself she had to keep herself under control. Dr. Dickson was, well, he was her doctor.

Dr. Dickson's finger went in as far as it could, then he took it out and re-entered her with two fingers.

"Do you feel this?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, yes!" shouted Tammy. "Uh, I mean, yes," she said softly.

"That's good, that's good."

Then he began shaking his fingers up and down, rubbing against her clit. Tammy's hips began moving back and forth in rhythm with his fingers.

"Oh, oh, Doctor!"

"All part of Dr. Dickson's services," he said with a smile.

"Doctor, I think… I think you're fucking me with your fingers."

"You know," said the good doctor, "I believe you're right."

Now that it was all out in the open, Tammy felt free of all restraint. "Oh, Doctor, fuck me."

"With my fingers?" he asked coyly.

"No, no, with your dick, er, I mean penis," said Tammy, trying to call all their private parts by their proper medical names.

Then Dr. Dickson looked sad. "I'm afraid I have a little medical problem of my own," he said.

"What's that?" said Tammy.

"It's just that, well, I suffer from what a layman might call… limp dick."

"You?" asked Tammy incredulously.

"Yes," he said, nodding his head sadly, "I'm afraid I've suffered with this affliction for five years now, ever since, well… since Nurse Adelaide passed away."

Tammy felt an overwhelming empathy for the doctor. Here he had helped uplift so many women's, er, sprits, yet he couldn't uplift his own dick! The world of medicine was a strange world indeed.

"Have you sought help?" asked Tammy.

"From the best doctors in the world," he said. "It's no use."

"Well, I don't want to be so bold as to think I could affect a cure where the top doctors of the world have failed, but perhaps… well, perhaps I should have a look myself."

"If you'd like."

Doctor Dickson took out his fingers from Tammy's pussy, open his white gown and buckled his pants. He was wearing silk underpants, Tammy noticed. Then he idled them down, too, so that, his dick hung limply down.

He, indeed, suffered from limp dick disease, and Tammy thought she saw the problem immediately. Even limp, the dick was a good ten inches long. That meant that his dick required a great deal of excitement to become erect, just as a bigger balloon requires more air than a smaller balloon.

Tammy scooted off the examining table and knelt before Dr. Dickson so that she could get an up close view of his precious penis. She bent down low and, opening her mouth, closed her gently upon the tip of the dick.

"Wyou pheel throat?" she said, her mouth filled with dick.

He nodded. "I feel it, and it feels quite good, but, I'm afraid, that's where it ends." Tammy took the dick out of her mouth for a moment. "No," she said, "this is where it begins."

She stuck her mouth once more about the doctor's dick and played with it vigorously. It should be known that while Tammy was no medical doctor, she was one of the best cock-suckers in Beverly Hills, which is really saying something since the competition there is especially stiff.

Her tongue traveled up and down the long mushy sausage. She crammed all of it into her mouth. The dick just sort of folded in on itself, like an accordion, it was that limp. But Tammy wasn't about to give up. Not only did she want to help Dr. Dickson after all he had done for her, but she had a reputation to uphold. Every man she had ever been with had always had an orgasm, one way or the other.

She sucked and sucked until her neck muscles began tiring. She didn't know what to do. She licked his balls, put them gently in her mouth, hand jacked his shaft, vibrated his penis head inside her mouth, all to no avail. By this time, she was covered with sweat. Beads of sweat poured down her face, down her neck and ran out on her breasts where they tickled her nipples, hanging on the pointy tips there until they fell off. She was just about ready to admit defeat, when inspiration struck. As someone once said, genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine perspiration. Tammy's idea was fifty percent inspiration and fifty percent perspiration.

She stood up a little higher and taking hold of Dr. Dickson's dick, placed it between her two newly refurbished tits. The big ten incher slid back and forth easily between the two mounds, lubricated by the sweat she had worked up working on Dr. Dickson.

It was not long before she felt a tremble of life in the wet noodle. Yes, yes, that was it. She felt it swell as it pushed back and forth between her tits.

"Oh, Mrs. Vanderhosen," cried out Dr. Dickson. "What is happening to me?"

Soon, the dick was stiff as a doctor's golf club. It was almost TOO big, and Tammy wondered if Dr. Dickson had ever considered penis reduction surgery.

As the dick came surging through the valley of her boobs, she bent down her head and save the head a little lick. Soon the dick slid through her tits, then came to a stogy in her mouth. While she held her tits firmly about the shaft of the dick, she began sucking at its head with all her might.

"Ahhh, Mrs. Vanderhosen, you're sucking me, you're sucking my dick."

"Yeth, dawctor," she said, her mouth cock-crammed.

"I'm going to cum! Oh, my God, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

Dr. Dickson was almost hysterical and Tammy worried that this hysteria might cause his dick to wither before her very eyes and between her very tits.

Not to worry, because the dick grew hotter and stiffer, the head blowing up, every vein bulging. Now Dr. Dickson was thrusting mightily between her tits and jamming his dick into her mouth.

"Stand back, stand back, Mrs. Vanderhosen," cried out the doctor, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming right now!"

But after all this work, Tammy was determined not to miss the payoff. As his dick came hustling between her tits, she saw the first spurt of white cum shoot out. She opened her mouth just in time and caught the whole load. She left her mouth open while Dr. Dickson shot spurt after spurt of salty cum. She thought he was some kind of freak, but then she remembered that he had not cum in five years.

An orgasm shot down through her body. She trembled and shook her beauteous boobs about, shocked by, the belief that she could get an orgasm just by manipulating her nipples. It was like getting two extra clits. No wonder Dr. Dickson was the toast of the town's tits.

Dr. Dickson was in tears afterwards. He helped Tammy up from her knees and hugged her tenderly. "Thank you, thank you," he said. "I have tried everything to get an erection – blowjobs, dirty movies, even pornographic works by Emile Bosch, but none of them worked."

"You should have known that your own weakness was tits," said Tammy.

"I always thought they held a purely clinical and professional interest for me," said Dr. Dickson, shaking his head at what a fool he had been, "but now I realize, well, tits are my life!"

"And what a fulfilling life it can be."

"Yes, thanks to you," said Dr. Dickson. And so, even as Tammy pleaded and pleaded for the middle-aged man to give her a good fucking, she knew that she would soon orgasm just by his manipulating her nipples. If he thought he was going to tease her all day long, he'd soon realize she could cum in several different ways.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried out. "I'm cumming. I'm…"

And then she moaned and screamed while a terrifically strong orgasm emanating from her nipples and, like a lightning bolt, passed through her body and out her pussy.

"You're the most orgasmic woman, I've ever met," said the middle-aged man.

"No, no," said Tammy. "That's all I can take for one day."

"Hah! We'll see about that," said the middle-aged man. Back and forth, he began moving his hips. Already, Tammy was juicing up for more action. Just knowing that he was going to fuck her but good filed her with renewed pleasure.

Faster and faster his dick thrust inside her, then, moving his hips sideways, he would slow down a bit, then speed back up.

"Oh, you feel so damn good," moaned Tammy. "I just love your dick. I do need dick in my pussy," she admitted.

"I'm going to fuck you with your legs spread wide," cried out the middle-aged man. "You're going to be decked like you've never been decked before."

Tammy could hardly expect that to be true, since she had fucked a lot of world-class cocksmen, but if this middle-aged lingerie judge wanted to take his chance at the brass ring, well, then, more power to him.

His big deck slid in and out of her slick pussy. He moved faster and faster. He pulled out almost until his deck fell out of her pussy, then he would shove it back in like a freight train in a tunnel.

Tammy knew she was losing all control. Okay, okay, he was a world-class cocksman. "Please, don't stop fucking me. I really mean it this time," she pleaded.

He knew now that to stop fucking her would only be cruel. It was one thing to tease, another to deliberately be mean. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved his deck in faster and harder than before.

As the excitement mounted once more in Tammy's clit, he bent over and gave her nipples one lick each. That was all it took to send Tammy on a roller-coaster spiral to the big cum.

"Ahh, ahhh, oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming again."

The orgasm exploded inside her. She shook her tits furiously, back and forth, gasping for breath, moaning and squealing with so much pleasure.

Harder than ever, he slammed into her, his big deck taking no prisoners. "Ooh, ooh, baby. Baby!" He roared as his cum fired into her. Mingling with her own joy juice, it oozed out of her pussy.

His thrusts slowed down until his deck finally began to shrink and dropped out of her puss. He fell back against the wall of the dressing room, absolutely soaked with perspiration.

"Would you be ever so kind," said Tammy, "to unhook my high heels from the wall?"

CHAPTER FIVE

CURTAIN NUMBER III

Behind curtain number three, shopgirl Nancy was with the older gentleman. He was a kindly old man, almost like her old friend, and Nancy didn't know if she could really get off with someone this old. He probably had a withered old dickie and wouldn't be able to get off himself.

Nancy might have just quit, but it was with the same determination that got her a job in Beverly Hills that kept her going. Besides, she was so horny!

"Well," she said, "let's get on with it."

"Oh, yes, of course, my dear."

His hands went for her breasts, which were small, perky things but very sensitive. He seemed to have plenty of experience, at least. He knew exactly how to caress a woman's boobs. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. She was wearing one of the store's most expensive silky bras.

"Ooh, dear, I remember this one," said the older gentleman. "We judged that matron from South Pasadena gust last week."

"Yes," said Nancy, "this is the flagship of our 'Sweet and Sassy' line." She posed back and forth for the older, gentleman.

"Ahh," said he, "just the way I like them, sweet and sassy."

He reached behind her back and expertly picked the latch. The bra fell to the dressing room floor, while the older gentleman gazed upon her perky titties. "Oh, we're going to have some fun," he said.

Yeah, thought, Nancy, if you can get it up.

Next, his hand went up her dress and, traveling up her thighs, came to her moist pussy. He massaged her pubis for a while, and soon her panties ($69 on sale) had a large wet spot in front.

Well, she thought, maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Before she knew it, he had her dress down, her garter unsnapped and her simply ripped off her string panties. She was left wearing nothing but her black nylons.

"Oh," he said, "don't you look the nasty girl."

"I am nasty," she replied teasingly.

"Then if you're so nasty, why don't you suck my dick?"

Nancy was a bit shocked hearing such straight forward language coming from a guy who should be retired, but she had to admit, it did turn her on. Maybe he could get it up. She would find out soon enough.

He hugged her to his chest, kissing her furiously, and grabbing her ass cheeks so hard they left red marks on them. He had the strength of ten younger men, it seemed to Nancy.

But nothing could prepare her for the next surprise.

She got down on her knees in front of the older gentleman and with a naughty little giggle, unzipped and unbuckled his pants. He was wearing red polka-dot underwear.

"Okay," she said, "Iet's see what we have here."

"Oh," he said, "you're such a nasty, nasty little girl."

She took hold of the red polka-dots and pushed them down to his ankles. And there, just inches from her face, was a twelve-inch cock. A superb cock. The biggest one she had ever faced.

"Oh, my gracious sakes alive!"

"It's okay, Nancy," he said. "It won't bite you."

"Yes, but it might fuck me."

The older gentleman laughed and nodded. "That it might, lassie, that it might."

But if the older gentleman was up to it, so was she. His prick was harder and bigger than any young man's. She opened her lips as wide as they could go and took it into her mouth.

"Oh, that's good, lassie, that's good," he moaned.

Nancy, could never believe that when she first came to Beverly Hills that she'd be doing some so, well, so Beverly Hills as sucking off an older gentleman in a dressing room of the most expensive store on Rodeo Drive. And it was a good cock, too, long and thick.

He put his hands behind her head and pressed her back and forth on his cock, fucking her face with gusto. She loved every lusty minute of it.

Then she bent down slightly so that she could lick his dangling balls. To supply such a large cock, they, too, were enormous. And filled with cum to boot. But the only concession the older gentleman made to his age was to sit down on the chair while Nancy blew him. She straddled one of his legs, rubbing her pussy against his knee and thus getting quite excited as she sucked him off.

"Suck it, baby, suck it!"

He urged her to go faster and faster. She sucked away, up and down, taking it all the way up to his cum-holding balls, then back down again. She bounced the mighty head of his dick against her lips. He reached down and grabbed a nipple, gave it a gentle tug, which really turned Nancy on.

"Oh, Nancy, Nancy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum right in your pretty little mouth."

"Oh, yes, yes," cried Nancy. Well, he wouldn't be fucking her with that big dick, which Nancy surely would have loved, but at least she could take his cum in her mouth. She'd have to find someone else to fuck her later on, maybe during her lunch break.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

He held her head down to his dick while he lapsed into spraying jism all about her tonsils. "Suck it, suck it."

"Aaaah," moaned Nancy. "Aaah."

"Ohh," said the older gentleman, slumping in the chair. "That was great."

"Yes, it was," agreed Nancy.

"Okay," he said. "Now we fuck."

"What?"

"I always like to start my sex with oral sex, kind of like warming up. Now we can fuck."

Nancy couldn't believe it. "That would be wonderful!" she gushed.

They exchanged places, only the older gentleman had Nancy kneel on the chair, acing away from him, so that her creamy white buttocks faced him. He inserted his finger into her honey pot and finger fucked her for a bit.

"Ooh," she moaned. "That's it. That's it."

He was so smoothed, she didn't even realize he had taken out his finger and inserted his twelve-incher until, of course, he began to push into her.

"Oh, my word!"

"Am I… too big?"

"No, no," said Nancy. There wasn't any such thing as being too big in her books. "Fuck me, please."

The older gentleman took hold of his tool and began moving it up and down her pussy lips. This got Nancy more excited than ever. She really needed some cock jammed into her now and she called out, "For crying out loud, just fuck me."

The older gentleman just laughed, knowing how impatient the young were. He had pleasured so many women in his life, he had lost count. The best lovers were the most patient, who took things step by step. Oh, well. If this young lady wanted a good hard fuck, why not give it to her. She had plenty of time in her life to learn patience.

"Hang on, lassie, here it comes."

Nancy grunted and groaned as the big thing plunged into her, inch by inch. While he was pushing in his dick, Nancy began massaging her own breasts, circling the red nipples with her fingers, wetting her fingers then playing with the tender buds.

At last the older gentleman had given her all the tremendous cock he had to give her. Her butt bounced up and down as she wriggled and reared up like a wild horse. Oh, that felt good. He began fucking the living heck out of here. Who would have suspected some old dude would have so much stamina, so much strength, so much dick?

The older gentleman grabbed her buttocks and squeezed. What beautiful bounteous bundles they were. Every time he plunged his dick in all the way, he felt his balls bounce against her pussy and he watched her buttocks quiver in delight.

"Ooh, this is so good," said Nancy. She held her butt up higher so that he could give it even a better fucking.

She began bobbing back and forth, up and down, getting every bit of pleasure from the gigantic cock as she could. Her clit was on fire. Her tits were on fire. The orgasmic response began swelling inside her, growing stronger with every thrust, until it took off, like a wildfire, consuming her whole body. She shook convulsively, wiggling her ass back and forth in such a delightful way that the older gentleman came himself, pumping her pussy full of sticky jism juice.

The older gentleman leaned against the wall, his dick so long that it still remained in Nancy's glistening pussy. "Oh, that's all for today," he said. "After all, I am ninety-two years old."

CHAPTER SIX

SELLING THE PROPERTY

Tammy and Kim bid goodbye to Nancy and the three judges. James, at the wheel of the Rolls, roared off down the street.

"This is why I love shopping so much," exclaimed Kim.

"Yes, I agree wholeheartedly," said Tammy, and they both laughed for some time. What a wonderful day it had been. Kim had already been fucked twice and it wasn't lunch yet. This, she realized, was nothing unusual for Beverly Hills. After all, what was the use of having money if you couldn't fuck as much as possible.

"You know," said Kim, "I've developed quite an appetite. Let's do lunch."

"Splendid," said Nancy, "though I don't know why I should be so hungry after all I've eaten today."

The women erupted into such shrieks of laughter that they startled poor James at the wheel and he almost crashed the Rolls into a Mercedes. A fat little man in the Mercedes rolled down his window and yelled at them. Kim and Nancy turned around in their seat and gave him the finger out the back window.

"Those poor slobs in those pesky little Mercedes," said Nancy, "who do they think they are?"

While the ladies were heading off to lunch, Kim's husband, William Dunlop, was hard at working, or perhaps one should say, he was working to make it hard. For on the other side of the fair city of BH, he was in hard negotiations with a woman of real estate, the queen, actually, of Beverly Hills real estate, BJ Stickman.

BJ Stickman had risen from being a mistress of a movie producer to the top of the real estate ladder, no easy climb, especially for a woman. But she was smart and crafty, well aware of most men's weakness and ready to take them apart as soon as they exposed themselves, so to speak.

William and BJ met at her office on the top floor of a gigantic office building. Her office, actually, was the top floor, reached only by an elevator and she controlled the doors. From the windows of her office, she could look out and see her vast holdings and properties. She loved to wheel and deal.

William, too, loved to wheel and deal. He owned several businesses and needed a new office to expand his operations. He was getting bigger all the time. He was especially getting bigger in the office of BJ, for he couldn't help but notice her big tits beneath her silk blouse. When she made an especially serious point, she would lean forward so that he could get quite a pod shot of them down her blouse. He could almost see the full swell. He craned forward trying to get a glimpse of the nipples. He bet they were big red and juicy.

"I want two million five," she said. "That's my final offer."

"I can't go any higher than two million," said William. "That's too high as it is."

"Two million? You're robbing me blind. I might as well give it away."

Boy, did William wish she did give it away, or give him at least a little piece. What was he thinking? He was in the middle of serious real estate negotiations, he shouldn't be thinking about porking this dame.

"All right. All right," he said, "two million, two-hundred fifty."

"I'm still taking a two-hundred and fifty thousand dollar loss," said BJ. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on this."

"If you can't come down lower, I can't meet your price."

"Well, Mr. Dunlop," said BJ, "because I like you, I'll tell you what I'll do. Two million, four-hundred and ninety-thousand."

"You're taking off ten thousand dollars in a two and a half million dollar deal? Thanks a lot."

"You can't meet it?"

"No, not even close."

"Well, then," said BJ, "I'm afraid I'll have to call Max Honeycutt. He wanted this property, too, for my price. I just happened to like you better."

"Max Honeycutt!" William Dunlop was angered. Max Honeycutt was his chief business rival. It seemed like every time William was ready to start a new business or expand into another market, Max Honeycutt was there in front of him. "No, forget it. All right. You win. Two million, four hundred and ninety five thousand. That Max Honeycutt isn't going to interfere with me again."

BJ smiled. "Mr. Dunlop, you have a deal." She stood up from her massive oak desk and extended her hand. William shook it.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, as usual," said BJ.

"You're a hard woman," said William begrudgingly. "But I respect that in a woman."

"I respect hardness in a man, too," said BJ with a mischievous smile.

William could have sworn she looked right at his cock when she said that. He hoped she didn't look too hard, for his cock was throbbingly hard at that moment. Those big tits of BJ's were driving him crazy. He had to touch them, suck on them, heft them. Something. Before he wet his pants with frustration.

"Now that we've got the work out of the way," said BJ, "why don't we have a little champagne to celebrate."

"That sounds wonderful," said William. "I could use a drink." And I could use a good fuck, too, he said to himself.

BJ picked up her phone and ordered the office boy to bring in the hospitality cart. In the next moment, he arrived on the elevator with a large cart filled with ice and several bottles of champagne. A special tray contained caviar.

"Thank you, Georgie," said BJ, sending him on his way. The kid had a nice ass. And probably a pretty good cock, but BJ moved in more elevated circles. Though, a nice young cock might be a change. The kids were so anxious, they practically came off when you touched them. She'd wait on Georgie. Maybe the secretary could take him on. He was her class. Well, not exactly.

BJ popped open a bottle of champagne and poured the bubbly into two crystal glasses. She handed one to William.

"Mr. Dunlop."

"Please, just call me… call me Bill."

"All right, Bill. And please, just call me BJ."

"BJ, it is," said William. "Well, then, a toast, to us."

"To us," said William. They clinked glasses. Then BJ did a most unexpected thing. She wrapped her arm around Bill's, so that their arms were entangled as they drank their first sip of the champagne.

"Ahh," said BJ, "nothing like a five thousand dollar bottle of champagne to cement a deal."

"Five thousand dollars?" exclaimed William. "And here I thought you were so tight."

"Oh, I am tight," said BJ, curling her lip.

At that, William was so startled, he accidentally dripped champagne on his pants.

"Oh, Bill," cried BJ, "you've wet yourself."

She immediately pulled the silk scarf she had been wearing around her neck and began brushing William's pants. The champagne had fallen right on his crotch, and so this is what BJ started brushing.

"Um, um, let me get that," said William.

"No, no," said BJ. "There are some things only a woman can handle. Or should handle."

"Well…"

William was so hard, he was ready to burst. And BJ kept brushing the front of his ants. Then she stopped brushing and boldly grabbed his cock inside his pants.

"Bill, what is this?"

"Uh, well…"

"Never mind. But if I brought the champagne, I should think you could at least contribute your dick."

William was flabbergasted. "I guess I was just being selfish."

"It feels like you have quite some holdings down there yourself," she said. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Oh, oh, uh… not at all."

BJ knelt down before William and unzipped his pants. His dick sprung out like one of his racehorses from the starting gate.

"Oh, Bill, Bill," exclaimed BJ. She took a sip of the five thousand dollar champagne, and then, with it still bubbling about her tongue, stuck Bill's cock into her mouth.

"Ahhhh," moaned Bill. "What is that."

"My favorite," said BJ, "a champagne cocktail."

"Oh, that feels wonderful."

The frizzly liquor tickled his cock, while BJ worked it back and forth in her mouth. "Oh, yeah," cried out Bill, now losing control, "suck it, suck that champagne cocktail."

It was at this moment that Jimmy the window washer was starting his daily rounds. As he lowered the scaffolding from the roof of the building, he couldn't help but notice his boss on her knees giving William Dunlop a terrific blowjob. He stopped right there.

BJ took another sip of champagne and, with her mouth full, gulped down more of William's cock, letting her frizzy little bubbles do their job while William thrashed about in pleasure.

"Ahh, BJ, BJ, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

"Not yet, not yet," said BJ. She took another quick sip of champagne, then opening her mouth wide and positioning it in front of William's cock, she began jerking him off with her hand.

"I'm cummmg, I'm cumming," he cried.

Jimmy the window-washer had gotten so excited by this time, he had his own dick out and was furiously masturbating himself thirty-three stories above the ground.

William's cock spurted forth its goo right into the pool of champagne in BJ's mouth. She kept her mouth open until she was satisfied she had milked every drop of cum from him, then she swallowed the champagne and cum together.

"Ah," she said, "better than any Rothchild's."

During this little interlude, William had gotten some ideas himself, and he decided to see how they'd work.

"Get up here on the desk," he ordered.

"What are you going to do?" asked BJ.

"You'll find out."

BJ did as she was told. William unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off. She was wearing nylons hooked to garter belts, something that had become quite rare in the age of pantyhose. William, however, became quite excited, though his dick remained limp after all it had just been through. He could see that BJ's panties were wet, that she had really gotten off on her champagne cocktail. He pulled off her panties and sent them sailing across the room.

"Oh, Bill," said BJ, panting, "you're not."

"I am."

He took the bottle of champagne and poured just a dribble onto her pussy. It was a delightful pussy with quite a bush. The champagne bubbled and fizzed on her pussy lips. Bill bent down and, began furiously lapping up the champagne as it dripped through her pussy. "A champagne cunt tail," he pronounced.

"Oh, Bill, Bill," moaned BJ. She laid back on her desk, legs spread wide, her arms out, letting him do with her as he liked. She felt him pour the frizzy champagne on her stomach, and then lick it out of her navel. She tensed up with excitement. He moved slowly and with a great deal of experience, for he knew exactly how to tease her the best. He poured more champagne on her pussy and licked that up, too, then he gently, slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. She just about spasmed right then. For while he pushed and pulled his finger in her pussy, his tongue was always licking away at her clit. This was just too much for BJ. He kept her right on the edge of orgasm, but just when she felt she was going to cum, he drew back just a little, began licking her thighs or her stomach, and pulled back from the magic button at the head of her pussy.

His lips kissed her clit. She felt on fire now, every nerve sensitive to the slightest sensation, so that the champagne bubbles now felt like thousands of little tongue licking away at her. She fell into a type of swoon, passing in and out of consciousness, in and out of fantasy and reality. She simply surrendered to William's magic tongue and the five thousand dollar champagne.

Why weren't there more men like this?

***

She remembered her first fuck. She had been "house sitting" for a real estate agent when a famous star dropped by. He didn't like the house, too small, but he liked BJ and invited her to visit him that night. She was all a twitter.

Somehow, she did manage to get through the day, showing the house to all who came to inspect it and receiving several serious inquiries, which she would pass on to the agent. Before she knew it, she had to leave to get to the home of Dover's on time. She didn't know if she could take such a strain. She thought she'd die of a heart attack for sure.

She drove home quickly and got into the shower. Caressing her nude, body, she thought of Molly, her college friend. Oh, what would Molly think of her going over to a man's house. Well, she could only hope Molly would understand. She did love Molly, yet… she had to admit it, she was mighty curious about that bulge in Dover's pants.

What was she thinking? She was more nasty-minded than she thought. After all, she was still a virgin. And surely Dover wasn't going to marry her.

Just the same, she couldn't help but put on her daintiest, tiniest bikini underwear and a sheer lace bra. She put on a slinky dress and high heels. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had such a large bosom, but what could she do? They were real.

She circled about Dover's house so that she would pull up his drive right at 7:00 p.m.. Finally, she drove up to the main gates of his estate. A voice on the intercom said, "Identify yourself."

"I'm BJ Stickman," she said. She had rehearsed saying her name earlier in the evening.

"Just a moment." There was silence for a moment, then the big heavy wrought-iron gates opened. She pulled her battered Chevy through the gates and up the long driveway to Dover's palatial estate. Her head was thumping so hard, her tits jiggled.

A butler met her at the door and escorted her through a large foyer to a veranda in the back. There, over sat in a lounge chair, wearing sunglasses, next to an Olympic-sized pool.

"Hello, BJ," he said.

"Hi." She was so nervous, she could barely think of what else to say. "Uh, you have a beautiful house."

"That's what all you real estate agents say."

"Oh, I'm not a real estate agent, at least not yet."

"You're not? That occupation would be perfect for you."

"Really?" she said, leased.

"All you need is a little experience. Well, enough of business. Are you hungry? My chef has prepared a splendid meal."

"I could eat a little bit," she said, though the truth was, she was famished, too nervous the entire day to eat a bite.

Dover took her by the arm and led her into the main dining room. It was bigger than her entire apartment. They dined alone on pheasant and drank wine, while a servant served them. BJ had never experienced such luxury. Dover was so exciting. He told her all about his TV series, how he had worked and cajoled the scriptwriters to write those marvelous lines he spoke each week. "I find I must get involved in every creative decision," he said, "to make sure they're up to my standards."

"Oh, of course," she said.

"I demand only the best."

"I know," said BJ.

After dinner, they retired to Dover's private study, where they shared a snifter of brandy. BJ was rattling on and on about her aspirations in real estate, when Dover suddenly leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips.

BJ was breathless.

"Are you all right, my dear?" asked Dover, seeing her pale face.

"Yes, yes," said BJ, starting to breath again.

"Haven't you ever been kissed before?"

"Oh, of course," said BJ, thinking of Molly.

"Then kiss me again," said Dover. This time BJ dove on Dover and began kissing his ears, his lips, his eyes, biting him on his neck, his chest. She didn't know what had happened to her. She was overtaken by lust, completely at the mercy of her own earthly motivations.

Finally, Dover took her aside and stood up. She couldn't believe it. He was going to pull down his pants right in front of her. Why, his, his… dickie would be right in front of her face. No, no, he couldn't want her to do that, could he?

But the more BJ thought about it, the more she decided she might like to try that. She remembered one of her friends talking about a guy she had been dating and how she had spent four hours just mouthing the guy's cock. He was so full of spunk by the end of their little session together, all she did to make him cum was stick her tongue in his navel. She swore he came a half-gallon.

BJ thought the story was really weird when she heard it, but now, watching Dover Chaplin, star of The Cop Show pull off his trousers, she began to see the point of it all. He soon kicked off his pants and stood before her in his underwear, his turgid tool straining at the cotton briefs. He stepped over to tier.

"Take them off," he said. "You do it."

BJ reached on either side of the cotton briefs and pulled downward. Dover's dick shot up like a duck hunter's shotgun when a flock's flying overhead.

"Now suck it," he said.

She looked up at him, then took a deep breath and opened her mouth. His dick was much bigger than she had imagined. She realized you never know how big something is until you have to blow it.

She put his dick in his mouth and stopped. What was she supposed to do next. She had no idea. Maybe he would just cum? Is that how it was done?

"What's the matter?" asked Dover.

BJ took his dick out of her mouth. "Oh, nothing."

"Have you ever given a man a blowjob before?"

"Well… kinda."

"Kinda?" Dover laughed heartily. "How do you kinda give a man a blowjob?"

"Well, I guess I haven't then."

He could see that she was quite depressed by this fact. He didn't want to tell her that as the star of a top-ten TV show, he had gotten some of the best blowjobs in the world. In fact, a good blow was commonplace for him. By her inexperience, she would prove to be an interesting experience.

"I'll tell you what," said Dover. "Why don't I give you a few pointers."

"I'm a little embarrassed by all this," said BJ.

"What? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sex is a natural function of life, and oral sex is a natural function of sex."

"Well, all right."

"Hold on just a moment. I'll be right back."

Dover walked into the next room, his dick waving back and forth.

When he returned, he was carrying a video camera.

"What are you going to do with that?" asked BJ.

"We'll videotape you giving me head, then we'll playback and I can show you what you're doing wrong and what you're doing right. It's the latest technology."

"All right," said BJ.

Dover went to the corner of the room and set up the camera. He aimed it at the couch and turned it on.

"First," said Dover, "you have to take off your clothes. No, wait, first I have to take off your clothes."

He positioned her in the middle of the room. "Now just stand there and relax."

He hugged her, then kissed her on the lips. BJ felt a million zillion sensations surge through her body. She realized she couldn't wait until Dover would see her naked. She wanted to show him herself, exposed.

He took his time about undressing her, unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse one by one, then gently pulling the blouse out of her dress, then pulling it back to see her lacy bra. "Ah, you're so beautiful," he said.

BJ squirmed with delight. She had never felt so excited, so alive. Whenever Dover even touched her bare skin, she felt a burning sensation.

Dover knelt before her and reaching about her waist, undid her dress. He let it fall to her feet, so that she was now standing there in only her bra and her skimpy skimpy bikini panties.

"Oh, sweet garden of delights," said Dover, kissing that part of her panties which covered her pussy. Then he pulled down her panties and kissed her pussy bare.

"Ahh," moaned BJ. "Oh, Dover, Dover!"

He gave her pussy a few licks, then stood up on his feet. "Now the lesson begins. I'll sit on the couch. You kneel beside me."

BJ dutifully took her position where Dover had indicated. "Once you learn how to suck cock," said Dover, "you'll never forget. It's like playing tennis."

"If you say so," said BJ.

"Move just a little bit over here," said Dover, "so that the camera sees everything."

"How's this?"

"Fine," said Dover. "Now, just grab hold of the base of the cock, that's right – I should tell you, not many men have as big as cock as mine – and then just lick it like a lollipop. It's good to get the prick as stiff as possible before you really begin to suck. There, you go, now just lick. Lick. Lick. Lick. Now the other side. Lick. Lick. Lick. Run your tongue up and down the side. That's it. Good girl. Ahh, very good."

"Okay, now lick my balls a bit. No, no, gentle! Gentle! That's it. Gentle. Just lick tenderly. Tenderly. Now open your mouth a bit and take them into your mouth. No, no. One at a time. Okay, that's good. Yes, that's good. Very good."

"You certainly are a fast learner, BJ."

"Thwank youse," said BJ, a ball in her mouth. She stopped for a moment. "I've never had a course like this before."

"This is one of the most valuable lessons you'll ever need to learn," said Dover. Now, let me tell you something, the important thing in a blowjob is not to rush. The guy may be screaming at you, saying stuff like, 'Oh, baby, baby! Suck my dick now.' But don't rush. Keep playing with him until you're ready. This, after all, is a fine art and it cannot be rushed.

"Now go back to my cock and give it another good long lick. Run your tongue up and down, up and down, ah, yes, yes, yes."

"Are you cumming?"

"What? No – ha ha ha – that's what's known as pre-cum. You can use it as lubrication along with your saliva. This will get my cock nice and juicy. Also, if the guy's going to fuck you afterwards, he'll be well lubricated to bang away at your little pussy."

"Now we've reached the big moment. Take hold of the base of my cock, that's right, now open your mouth, wider, wider, okay, now go down on my cock. Watch out – no teeth. No teeth. There you go. Yes. Yes!"

"BJ, I must say, you are quite a natural. A real natural. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

"Quite sure," said BJ.

"You're already at the advanced level. That's it. Just keeping sucking. Sucking. Now, take my dick and try to put it as far back into your mouth as possible, even down your throat. Just relax. You've got to relax your throat muscles and breathe out of your nose. It's all a matter of control. Breath control and muscle control."

"Now, as my cock slides up and down your throat, you might want to give it a few extra licks here and there, just to jazz things up a bit. Yes, that's right. That's good. Good. Oh, my goodness, suck it, baby, suck it."

BJ had gotten lost in the moment. This was as much fun as licking pussy. The world was full of so many wonderful things to do, and she was young enough to enjoy them for a long time to cum.

Dover fell back on the couch in ecstasy as BJ kept sucking and sucking on his dick. Dover had gotten plenty of blowjobs in his television career, some from development executives, from secretaries, the makeup girl, even a few select fans, but BJ was already at the head of the head class.

As BJ continued sucking him off, he thought about his career in television. He certainly liked the money, it just came pouring in week after week, but what he did was certainly not acting. Not real acting. He would say, "Come on! We can catch him at the airport!" and then they'd photograph him driving a car real fast through the streets. That wasn't real acting.

What Dover really wanted to do is a Shakespearean play. "Kindness in women, not their beauteous look, shall win my love," he said.

"What?" said BJ, lifting her head from the task at hand.

"Nothing, my dear. Keep sucking. Keep sucking."

But as BJ continued to gnaw at his root, all the lines of Shakespeare he had memorized as a young actor came floating back to him. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

"My name's BJ."

"Yes, yes, I know. I know."

BJ sucked faster and faster now, instinctually knowing that Dover was ready to shoot. As she sucked, Dover began screaming, "The ripest fruit first falls. As in a theater, the eyes of men, after a well graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next, thinking his prattle to be tedious."

Then, he grabbed hold of BJ's head and held her still while his own head thrashed wildly about in her mouth, spewing forth is tremendous load of TV star spunk. "What is love?" screamed Dover as he came, "'Tis not hereafter; present mirth hath present laughter. What's to come is still unsure. In delay there lies no plenty. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youth's a stuff will not endure."

BJ couldn't believe how much cum Dover was pumping into her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but it came leaking out of the sides of her mouth. Finally, she felt his dick grow softer, until it slipped out of her mouth, meek and humbled.

"Oh, my dear, my dear," sighed Dover. "That was wonderful."

"Yes, for me, too."

"I will be forever grateful."

"As will I for the lessons."

"But I am not grateful just you putting my head in your mouth, but also for what you put in my head."

"What do you mean?"

"I have cum to realize that television is a great place to make money, but it is a total waste of my talent. At the end of this season, I am going to quit. Then I'm going to do Richard the Third."

"I think I've done him already," said BJ. "Didn't get go to Bennington?"

"No, no, not that Richard the Third. Oh, never mind, you were wonderful. One of the best performances I've ever felt. Luckily, it was captured on tape. Shall we have a look."

"Oh, yes," said BJ, "this is one performance I wouldn't want to miss."

Dover hooked up the camera to his large screen television and soon BJ saw herself, nude, kneeling in front of Dover, sucking upon his enormous cock. The sight of this turned her on tremendously. She wanted to suck Dover some more. It also turned on Dover, but he had ideas of his own.

As BJ sat on the couch, he knelt down in front of her, spread her long legs, and dove in, licking her pussy. He was quite good, but not as good as Molly, BJ would have to admit. Still, having a TV star lick your pussy while you watched yourself giving a TV star head was too much of a turn-on for BJ.

"Oh, my goodness, I'm cumming," said BJ. "I'm cumming."

Dover licked her pink little nubbin even harder, and soon her body shook and thrashed as the orgasmic splash rippled to the ends of her limbs.

"Oh, Dover. Dover," she breathed, totally out of breath.

"I can't get enough of you," said Dover. "Would you like to fuck?"

"Oh, yes. Let's do. I can't get enough of you, either."

Kneeling in front of her on the couch, Dover held open her legs and taking his cock in hand, guided it into her pussy hole. She placed her ankles on his shoulders. He grabbed her buttocks and began a furious fuck while he began mouthing more lines of Shakespeare. "Women are angels, wooing. Things won are done; joy's soul likes in the doing."

After Dover had recited every line he knew of Shakespeare, he and BJ both came simultaneously. All in all, it was an evening of great culture.

BJ dated Dover for a few more months before he left for England at the end of the television season to become the great Shakespearean actor he is today. As for BJ, any time she heard a quote from Shakespeare, she would get so excited, she'd have to fuck the first man possible. As the bard said, "A kiss you take is better than you give."

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE CHAUFFEUR DID IT

"Ahh," said William Dunlop, after he finished fucking BJ on the top of her desk. "All's well that end's well."

BJ laughed. He didn't know what he was starting up in her again. "Who says it's ended yet?"

"I'm too old for this," protested William.

"We shall see about that." She bent over and took his limp prick in her mouth. Using the techniques she had perfected, she soon had him hard and hearty once more.

Meanwhile, Jimmy the window-washer, who had watched the entire proceedings from outside the window on his scaffolding decided he had better get a move on it and finish washing the windows for the day.

Little did he know that he'd be cleaning no more windows that day. As he moved to the next window over, he found himself directly behind BJ's secretary, seated at the receptionist desk. Although no one entering the room could see her because of the desk, her dress was hiked up about her waist and she was playing with herself. Jimmy almost fell off the scaffold.

Jimmy saw Debbie playing with herself, her fingers rapidly rubbing her blonde pussy between her legs.

"Ahh," she moaned. "Oh, shit, fuck me. Fuck me, you big stud, fuck me with that big dick of yours."

Jimmy didn't quite know who she was talking about, as the room was empty except for her. Debbie was thinking about her former chauffeur, James, whom she had tried for months to get to fuck her but without avail. Everyday he brought her to college, on whose board of trustees her father sat. She would sit in the front seat with James and look longingly at his crotch. She knew he knew what she was doing because sometimes she could see he had a fierce hard-on, despite his professional demeanor.

Up until that time, Debbie told herself she had never really fucked a man. All that she had had so far were college boys. Not that they were all that bad, especially the ones on the college wrestling team. She remembered one in particular, Roget. He was the team's heavyweight, a stout fellow with enormous arms. And an enormous prick.

They had attended a dance together and afterwards she had invited him back to her apartment. She turned on her stereo and they sipped wine on the couch. He started telling her about his wrestling career, which instantly bored her, and she thought they would never get on to more advanced holds which she had the brilliant idea of asking him about the techniques of wrestling.

"I mean, how does a wrestling match start, anyway?" she asked. "Do you guys just charge at each other."

"Well, no," said Roget. "There's a very particular stance that both wrestlers start with."

"Like what?"

"Well, one's on the ground, on his knees, and the other kinda stands beside him, his arm around his waist."

"Show me." Debbie threw herself down on the carpet. "On your knees?" She knelt as if she was praying.

"No, your hands are on the matt, too."

"Oh?" Debbie put her hands on the carpet. She was no on all fours, her tight little ass facing Roget who was still sitting on the couch. "Now what do you do?"

"Well, then I-I mean your opponent – would stand beside you there."

"Well, show me," cried Debbie desperately. "How am I supposed to know anything if you don't show me."

Roget moved his big hulking frame out of the couch and knelt beside Debbie. "It's like this." He put an arm around her waist. "And then I try to get out?" asked Debbie.

"Right."

Debbie pulled back so that her hanging breasts rubbed against Roget's arm. She had taken off her bra earlier in the bathroom.

"I can see why you like wrestling," said Debbie.

"Well, it's not always like this."

Debbie began squirming in his arms, wriggling her butt and shaking her boobs. Roget couldn't resist. His hand moved under her waist and grabbed a swinging tit. He stroked it until he came to the nipple, which was large and hard.

"What kind of wrestling hold is this?" asked Debbie with a giggle.

"My personal hold," replied Roget. He grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head, so that she was bare-chested, her breasts swinging freely now. His hands roamed about them freely, practically milking them for all they were worth.

"Oooh," cried out Debbie. "Oh, you're really turning me on."

She wriggled her ass some more until Roget deftly flipped her on her back with a wrestling hold, then, grabbing hold of her pants legs, stripped them off, leaving her squirming about on the carpet in only her teeny tiny bikini panties with the words "Wildcat Country" inscribed across them. The Wildcats was the name of the school's athletic clubs.

When Roget saw her panties, he went wild. "Holy Toledo, baby, baby, I'm going to really have to fuck you good," he cried out. "I'm going to have to give it to you."

"You big wildcat," called out Debbie. "Give it to me. Give it all to me."

Roget took off his shirt, revealing his broad chest and flat stomach. Then he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His prick was the biggest Debbie had seen, even bigger than anyone's on the basketball team.

"Oh, my, my, my," gasped Debbie. "What a pleasant surprise."

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," said Roget.

"But first, just give me a taste of that man-meat." Debbie crawled over to Roget's wang and took it in her mouth.

Debbie began sucking like a true Wildcat, taking Roget's dick all the way down her throat, feeling his big balls bouncing on her chin. Soon, she knew, those balls would send forth their load of cum down the various tubes and it would come pumping into her mouth. She didn't think she could be patient enough.

"Ahhh," cried Roget. He began fucking Debbie's face as hard as he could, pumping his wang all the way down her throat, then retrieving it back out her mouth so that she could generously lick the tip and head with her tongue. A lot of sports groupie had sucked his big tool during his college wrestling career, but none came close to Debbie. She knew what she was doing.

Sometimes Debbie gagged a bit, unable to swallow all of that cock. She knew the secret was just to relax, become almost passive in face of the face (so to speak), and let it slide past the tonsils. Roget's hips moved back and forth, machine-like, fucking her sweet face.

Soon, Debbie lay on her back and Roget knelt over her face, his dong stretched down to her lips. In such a position, her hands were free to play with her clit. She spread her legs wide and fingered herself furiously. Occasionally, Roget would reach down to her tits and pull on her nipples, which only increased her coming cum.

"Oh, Roget, I'm cumming. Oh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it. I'm cummmmmmmmm…" Before she could finish the sentence, Roget sank his cock deep into her throat, and she writhed about with his cock in her mouth as she had one of the biggest orgasms of her sex life.

"Oh, my little wildcat, oh, Debbie," cried out Roget, "I can't take it either. I'm cumming!"

"In my mouth," cried Debbie quickly. "Shoot it in my mouth."

Roget held onto his cock like a fireman holds his hose, and soon, with a tremendous moan, the cum came spraying out the nozzle, first with a big spurt of white gloop, and then almost a continuous white stream.

Debbie meanwhile was swallowing cum as fast and furious as she could, but she could barely, take it all in. Roget must not have cum in years. Later, he would explain, he never had any time for sex during the wrestling season because the coach explained this would hamper his performance.

"It certainly didn't hamper your performance with me," Debbie said.

Finally, the spurting cock began to slow down, and Debbie used this time to give his cock a good tongue-cleaning.

"Now," said Debbie, "I know why we're called the Wildcats."

And so while Debbie had been having quite an active sex life in college, she still yearned for her chauffeur, but he never seem to pay her much attention – until her graduation.

"Are you going to get me something for my graduation," she asked James on their last trip together to the college.

"Of course," he said. "Have you gotten it yet?"

"Well, no, not yet," admitted James. "I was hoping your mother might tell me what you needed."

"I'll tell you what I need," said Debbie. "Oh, okay," said James.

"I need… to see your dick."

"Madam?"

"I want to see your dick," said Debbie. "Now that I'm about to graduate, I want to see what a naked man looks like."

"You've never…"

"Of course not."

Of course James knew Debbie was pulling his dick, her, leg. He had beard stories from his fellow chauffeurs who drove various male members to the college. The young men often told their chauffeurs about their nights of wine and pussy. And more often the two names most frequently mentioned were a famous French wine and Debbie Dimitri, or, as the guys often called her, Debbie Delirious.

"Well," said James, "if that's all you want."

"That's all," said Debbie. "I promise."

"Let me think about it," said James.

Actually, for some time; James had been thinking about it. Every morning he'd see Debbie enter his car in some state of undress, pullig on her dress, combing her hair – she ways slept until the last moment, usually because she had spent most of the night with some boy – and once she even came out in a sheer nightgown and dressed in the back of the limousine while he drove her to college.

On the night of her graduation, Debbie went to a large ball for all the rich kids who had played through four years of college and were now about to embark upon a career in their father's business.

James, of course, drove Debbie to the affair. He waited in the limousine throughout the night, fully expecting to be sent home alone when Debbie picked up one of the young college studs. That was why he was so surprised when she came out of the ballroom alone.

"Home, James," she said.

She climbed into the front seat of the limousine beside him.

As he took off down the street, Debbie scooted closer to him on the seat. She lay her hand right on his crotch.

"Better fasten your seat belt," she said to him, "you're going to give me my graduation present."

"Not now," James protested.

"Oh, yes," said Debbie. "Now."

She unzipped James pants, stuck in her hand and brought it back out with a large flopping dick in her hand. It was large and growing larger right before her eyes. When it surpassed the mark of all other dicks she had seen, she screamed with delight.

"Oh, James, James! You've been driving me around all these years with that in your pocket."

"The better to service you with," said James.

"And how," said Debbie just before she opened her mouth and stuffed in his dick.

"Oohh," she cried. She never thought she'd ever have the chance to suck James' dick. It almost made going to college worthwhile. James had always seemed so reserve to her, but she knew no man could resist her charms for long.

James kept one hand on the steering wheel and another on the back of Debbie's head, pressing her down against his cock.

"Yeah, that's it," he began to growl. "Suck on it, you little tart."

"Oh, yes, yes!" cried Debbie. "Talk dirty to me. Please."

"Get it nice and big and hard," said James. "Because then I'm going to fuck that pussy of yours summa cum laude."

"Ah, yes, James, please. Fuck me."

"When I fuck you, I'm going to make it a fuck you'll never remember."

"I know you will, I know you will," murmured Debbie, licking his long shaft.

"And so, here it goes."

Until then, James had been driving through the side streets of Beverly Hills. He then, had turned down Wilshire Boulevard and drove through Westwood, the college town of UCLA. He took the Wilshire ramp onto the San Diego Freeway.

"Now," he said, "we fuck."

Debbie looked up from James' dick and saw that they were on the freeway. James was going faster and faster, but the limousine was so heavy, the speed was scarcely noticeable.

Debbie rolled down her window and hot air blew in. James inserted a cassette into the tape deck. The music was very hard. He turned up the volume.

"How fast can this limo go?" shouted Debbie above the blowing wind.

"Fast," said James.

"How fast?"

"More than that," said James, pointing to the end of the speedometer.

"Ever, been that fast?"

"Yeah." James stepped on the gas and knocked the college graduate against the back of the limo seat. The engine was finely tuned and strong.

"You've always liked being a chauffeur, haven't you?" said Debbie.

"I like cars."

Debbie bit James on the ear. "How fast are we going?"

"Seventy."

"I love going fast."

She unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. Her lips pulled at the hair on his chest. Her hand massaged his long dong. The speedometer read eighty-five. The rear view mirror was empty.

Debbie untied the top of her graduation dress. Her big boobs plopped out, with their big red nipples pointed right at James. He reached over and squeezed one.

"Oh, James."

Debbie crawled across James' lap, straddling him. He leaned forward and sucked on her tits while keeping his eyes on the road. His left hand moved from the steering wheel and fondled her breasts. Debbie hiked up her dress around her waist, ripped her blue panties apart and pulled them through her legs.

She moaned and fell forward on his chest as his dick crammed up her tightly pussy. The speedometer read ninety-five. His hand wandered from her breasts, down her back and kneaded her firm, moist buttocks. She rode his dick up and down, her breasts quivering with each movement.

There were a few cars in the distance, but the limousine took head on them and overtook them one by one, swooping past each one, leaving it behind in the blank darkness.

Debbie ripped open the rest of James' shirt. Buttons shot against the windshield. She pushed her tits into his mouth and he sucked with vigor.

"Oh, James, suck my tits, suck 'em."

James sucked and sucked, keeping his eyes over her shoulder to watch the freeway.

The speedometer hit a hundred. She bit his shoulder. Saliva dribbled down his back. Debbie's hair whipped about him in all directions.

Panting and whining, she cried out, tightening her body around him and shaking furiously.

"Oh, James, fuck! Fuck me."

She arched her back until her head bounced against the steering wheel. She closed her eyes. Her mouth hung open, hungry, as it were, for more dick. Coming down hard on his thighs, riding his prick like a cowgirl, she jammed his foot against the accelerator.

The speedometer bounced past a hundred and five. The limousine whistled and shook down the freeway. The music on the cassette player grew louder. The speakers rattled and fuzzed.

James drove his dick deeper up Debbie's twat. She bit his neck, his lips, licked his face, his eyes, inside his ears. He lifted his hips and raised her in the air. She pushed her pussy down against him.

James maneuvered past a covey of cars. The freeway was clear now, all theirs, extending in a straight line beneath the freeway lamps all the way to the hills.

"Oh, God, God," she wept. "I'm going to split."

Her body shook and quaked. James body stiffened and pounded against her, harder and harder, jerking back and forth in a convulsive fit, until, at a hundred and ten miles per hour, he shot his wad into Debbie's pussy.

The limousine slowed. Ninety… seventy… sixty…

Debbie fell back into her seat, still breathing hard. Her graduation dress was wet and lifeless, wrapped around her waist like a rag.

James elected the cassette.

The limousine was soon back in front of he Beverly Hills mansion where the Dimitris live Debbie started to exit the limousine, but then crawled back.

"How fast did we go?"

"Somewhere over a hundred," he said.

Debbie smiled. She kissed James and got out of the car.

James parked the limousine and walked through the ground of the Dimitri Mansion. He found Jeeves the butler soaking his feet in the pool.

"I've been on my feet all night," explained Jeeves. "I was hired to serve various liquors on a yacht party tonight given my Master Dimitri. All was going well until Mrs. Dimitri pulled me into her private stateroom. I fucked her while she stuck her head out the porthole."

James pulled a pair of blue panties from his pocket. Jeeves laughed. James threw them into the pool.

The panties glided across the surface of the dark water. Wisps of steam rose from the warm pool into the summer night air. "Most nights are so damn forgettable," James said.

The butler nodded.

They watched the torn patch of blue silk gradually fill with water. It slipped beneath the surface and slowly sank, vanishing near the bottom of the pool.

The fact was, James had fallen in love with Debbie. He had always been in love with her, ever since she was a freshman in college. This was why he had always keep a respectable distance between them. He, after all, was a chauffeur. He did the driving; she was the driven.

That night, he wrote out his resignation and put it in an envelope which he left on Mr. Dimitri's desk. By morning, he was gone.

Debbie was shocked, of course, when she found out about his defection, but she understood. She was of the Beverly Hills class and he was a mere servant. Granted, he fucked like nobody else. But standards had to be maintained.

CHAPTER EIGHT

OFFICE BOY TRICKS

Four years later, Debbie still fantasized about James and his amazing dong. She imagining that her trusty college chauffeur was fucking her while she sat at BJ Stickman's desk.

She heard something behind her and to her great embarrassment, came face to face with Jimmy the window-washer.

They both turned a deep red. She smiled wickedly at Jimmy.

Red-faced though he was, Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off her blonde twat. Debbie didn't actually have to work, but her father, the filthy rich movie producer, decided she should have some working experience before she began a life of charity balls and weekends in Canes.

Debbie was about to have another experience she wouldn't have had if she had not becoming a working stiff for a few months.

At that moment, Georgie the office boy came sneaking into the reception area. Debbie quickly turned her back on Jimmy and faced Georgie. The office boy could not see that her dress was pulled up about her waist because she sat behind the desk.

"So, Georgie, what brings you here?" she asked.

"You said I should come with you at lunch sometime."

"So I did, so I did."

"I thought today might be a good time."

"Oh, it is."

"Where do you want to eat?"

"Right between your legs."

She stood up from the desk, her dress falling from her hips, revealing her lacy panties beneath.

"What?" gasped Georgie.

She slid her hands into the office boy's shirt. She felt his hard nipples; his ribs. Georgie ran his hands down her back, then squeezed her plump buttocks. Suddenly, Debbie grasped Georgie's arm. He thought that perhaps she didn't want this after all, but he was wrong. She wanted this very much.

She pressed the palm of his hand to her lips, then ran her fiery tongue about it. His hands were well callused from his frequent jacking off. And most of the time he was beating off, he was thinking of Debbie Delirious. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

Then Debbie took his hand, held it to her mouth, and began sucking his long fingers one by one. Georgie's dick got so hard, he thought he might cum right there. No use wasting any more time on this, though, and he began unbuttoning Debbie's blouse. He quickly pulled off the silky thing and undid her bra. He tits bounced outward, ready for action. He looked at her large nipples, surrounding by rosettes of pink flesh, outlined against the creamy skin of her tits. He instantly pressed his mouth to a nipple and began sucking on it as if he were a little nursing baby.

"Oooh," moaned Debbie.

"Shit," cried Georgie. "The guys said you had great tits, but, well, man, these are great tits."

"Then you better show the proper reverence, you cruddy little office boy, and lick them until they're good and hard."

Georgie sucked one nipple, then the next. Debbie gasped for breath. Georgie played with the other breast with his hand. He gently rolled the nipple between his fingers until it too stood out.

Debbie's engine had really warmed up by now. "Listen, little office boy, sit down on the desk here. Sit down now."

"Yes, ma'am."

Georgie did as he was told, his prick sticking up like a flagpole when he sat down. Debbie put her ands on the desk on either side of him and brought her lips a half inch above his dick. There, she stopped.

"What are you doing?" cried Georgie. "Come on. Suck me. Suck it. I'm going crazy."

Debbie's eyes look off to the side of Georgie. There she saw Jimmy the window-washer, his dick in hand, watching her every move.

Debbie licked Georgie's thigh, then his stomach, being careful not to touch his dick yet. She knew he would enjoy it all the more if he was forced to wait. Georgie, meanwhile, began stroking Debbie's dangling breasts, pulling on the nipples. Then he reach over and stroked her pussy, just around the pubis area but never quite entering her until Debbie was squirming around like a cat on a hot tin roof.

"Oh, for God's sake," she cried, "at least stick in your finger."

"Not until you start sucking me," replied Georgie.

"Okay, okay," said Debbie and instantly engulfed Georgie's dick in her mouth. Then she ran her tongue up and down the prick. As he started leaking pre-cum, she flicked her darting like tongue around his large head. She then tried to swallow as much as his dick as she could, until her lips were bouncing against his balls.

Georgie, at this time, moved his leg between Debbie's spread legs and began massaging her pussy with the toes of his feet. Debbie squirmed and wiggled. Ooh, it felt so good. She knew his foot had to be covered with juices. She tried to trap his foot between her thighs, so that she could ride his foot like a large dick, but he moved too quickly for her and she was left constantly trying to get something inside her. Nonetheless, she was becoming more and more turned on.

"I can't believe it," she cried out. "I'm going to cum on your foot."

"Some guys have a foot-long dick," said Georgie, "other guys have a foot for a dick."

"Ahhh," screamed Debbie as the orgasm burst inside her. Through half-opened eyes, she stared at Jimmy as he watched her cum on the office boy's foot. Something about allowing a man to watch her in such an act turned her on even more.

Georgie reached for Debbie's buttocks and pulled her up his legs until her pussy was directly over his dick. "Sit," he said.

Debbie gently eased herself on top of the office boy's turgid tool. He fucked her a while like this, then pushed her off and made her lie back on the desk while he knelt before her and started licking her sweet juicy pussy. "Oh, Georgie, Georgie, you nasty little office boy," she said.

By now, Georgie was ready for the main course – a good hard fuck. He stood up, spread Debbie's legs wide open as she lay back, on the desk, and thrust his dick up her willing pussy.

"Arrggh," he growled.

Grabbing her by the hips, he pumped her hard for several minutes, enjoying watching her soft love pillows bounce about her chest. Then he grabbed her ankles and pushed them away from him, bending her knees until her feet were on either side of his chest. With her knees above her waist, almost on either side of her head and touching the desk, her pussy was spread wider than it had ever been.

Georgie plunged in.

Debbie cried out with pleasure as she felt his dick fill every square inch of her pussy channel. With her knees pressed so far back into a "Bugs Bunny" position, his dick rubbed her love button directly. Debbie cried out in ecstasy. She began moaning and shaking her head and screaming. So this was why she was known as Debbie Delirious.

She wrapped her arms around the neck of the office boy and lifted her head to suck his tongue. "Oh, Georgie, Georgie, put it in my pie," she cried.

Georgie was only too happy to oblige, and he gave her a good thumping against the desk until she was squirming and jumping about like a fish out of water. "Oh, Georgie, I'm going to cum."

"Cum, baby," he cried out. "Cum!"

"Arrgh," she screamed. "Ohhhh!" Her body shudder, her tits bounced all about her chest.

She let him fuck her for a while longer while she caught her breath, then she said, "Please, Georgie, let me taste your cum."

She knew Jimmy was still outside the window, watching all of this, watching her get fucked by the office boy. That made it all the more exciting.

Before she knew what was happening, Georgie whirled her about on the desk so that now her head was hanging over the edge, and as she opened her mouth in shock, he stuck in his dick.

"Ohhh!" she moaned with pleasant surprise.

He took hold of her head and held it still while he thrust in his dick down to her tonsils. "Suck on this. Go, Delirious, go!"

She had never given a blowjob upside down before and Debbie could see the advantages. She loved feeling the big balls bouncing against her forehead. And, she reveled in the fact that both Georgie and Jimmy had a clear view of her split beaver.

Her thighs were opened loosely, and Georgie, grabbing her by the knees, spread them even farther. He bent down and began ticking her red nubbin with his expert and long tongue. Debbie shuddered and groaned with the excitement that was again budding up inside her. She couldn't believe that a woman could have so much pleasure in one day. And best yet, it was just beginning.

"Oh, baby, baby!" cried Georgie. "I'm going to cum right in your mouth."

"Oh, yes! Yes!" shouted Debbie. "Let me taste you. Please!"

His spunk poured out of his dick and painted the lining of her throat.

They both lay still for awhile, Georgie's dick still in her mouth, his tongue still in her pussy, exhausted, relaxed.

"Oh, Georgie, no one has ever done it to me like you did it to me," said Debbie. "Your the best office boy any office could have."

With that, Georgie put back on his clothes and bid Debbie Delirious adieu. Then she suddenly rose, turned straight at Jimmy, and blew him a kiss.

CHAPTER NINE

HONEYCUTT'S HONEY

Unlike so many of the citizens of the city of Beverly Hills, Max Honeycutt was born with no silver soon in his mouth. In fact, he was born dirt poor, to a mother who abandoned him when he was six years old. He had never known his father. He grew up in the orphanages and juvenile detention centers of Los Angeles. But perhaps what really saved his life was his dick.

He had an enormous one, and when he had grown up and got a job as a cook's assistant in the palatial home of Marvin Jingles, the famous TV producer, it was the enormous size of his cock that first got him noticed – by Mrs. Lulu Jingles.

He was bringing in a tray of treats one day, when he happened to see Judy Jingles, the eighteen, year old daughter of the Jingles, swimming in the Olympic-sized swimming pool. None of this would have been unusual except for that fact that Judy swam nude. She had a pair of the perkiest tits Max had ever seen. In fact, he had not seen many tits and was still a virgin. He still had his enormous hard-on when he entered the dining room where Mrs. Lulu Jingles was watching her favorite soap opera.

As she turned to retrieve a nice chocolate mousse brownie from the tray, to and behold, she saw the enormous bulge in Max's pants. She could not believe it. She had slept with probably more than three dozen men since her marriage to Marvin some twenty years ago, and she was always looking for more accomplishments (as she called them), but, well, this Max Honeycutt would be a very big accomplishment indeed. But how to do it…

"Young man," she said, "as you know, we expect all of our servants to be very honest."

"Oh, yes, ma'am," replied Max.

"And we would never expect any of them to steal anything."

"Of course not," said Max.

"And that would mean that not one of them could, let's say, stuff a candelabra down his pants."

Max blushed as red as a beet. "Oh, no. Of course not."

"Well, then," said Mrs. Jingles. "Is that a candelabra in your pants or are you just glad to see me."

"Oh, most definitely the latter," said Max, squirming a bit.

"Very well, I accept the compliment. But are you sure you don't also have a candelabra stuffed in there?"

"Oh, no, ma'am."

"Are you sure?"

Max could see by the hungry look on the older woman's face that she wanted to light the wicks of his candelabra.

With that, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His enormous twelve-incher took aim at Mrs. Jingles like a gun-turret on a battleship. "As you can see, ma'am, I'm quite sure."

"Oh, my God!" exclaimed Mrs. Jingles, falling to her knees in adoration. In her travels to India, she had seen statues of men with huge phalluses, and of course her extensive Japanese art collection also contained pictures of men with big dongs, but here, well, here was a living work of art.

"Oh, goodness, gracious, Max," said Mrs. Jingles, still in shock, "whatever do you do with that thing?"

Max looked embarrassed. "I'm afraid, not much as of yet."

"You mean… you're a virgin?" said Mrs. Jingles.

"I'm afraid so."

"Well, I feel it is my duty, my sworn duty, to initiate you into the ways of love. Starting now."

Mrs. Jingles fell forward, her large mouth as wide open as it could get, and she took in Max's maximum dick. She sucked him off into he came all over her three-hundred dollar blouse. Then she led him into her master bedroom and took off her clothes.

She had a great body for a woman in her forties, her breasts large and firm, thanks to Dr. Crowell, the noted plastic surgeon. And she worked out extensively everyday, thanks to her personal trainer, Buck Adams (who also slipped her a dick every week or so).

Max was soon giving each of Lulu's mammaries a good licking over, nippling away at the nipples, cupping each one in his hands like a cup of hello. "These are great," cried Max. "It's so fortunate that women have two. It's like twice the pleasure."

"I think by the size of your dick, you must afford twice the pleasure, also."

"Then why don't give your two tits a good fucking with my twice-sized dick?"

"Max, for a virgin, you sure catch on quick," said Mrs. Jingles.

Mrs. Jingles lay back on the bed and Max knelt over her, a knee on each side of her. He placed his dick between her breasts. "Now you push them together," said Max.

"How do you know how to do all this?" asked Mrs. Jingles suspiciously.

"Oh, it's just instinct," said Max. The truth was, he had accumulated a large collection of pornography and had learned everything he knew about sex from them. His favorite was Busty Backpackers, about two young women's exploits in the mountains. It was so hot, sometimes he could barely put it down to pick up his dick.

Mrs. Jingles quickly pushed her tits together, so that Max could push his cock up and down in the honey valley of her firm tits.

"Ooh," she groaned. "Oh, Max, Max. This is all so dirty. It's very dirty. But I can't stand it. I'm so turned on seeing that fantastically large head of your dick come shooting out of my tits. I've just got to see you cum."

"You will in due time," said Max. "In due time."

He continued fucking her tits for another ten minutes, until they glowed a bright red with Mrs. Jingles excitement. "Oh, please, please," begged Mrs. Jingles. "Shoot your cum all over my face. I want to see it come shooting out of her dick hole."

Max kept on fucking her tits until at last, he cried out, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

"Oh, in my mouth, darling," she cried out.

"Here it cums!"

The first blop flew across the back of her throat and plopped right down into her stomach. The second splatted against the roof or her mouth and drooled down. The last one she caught with her tongue against the hole as it rocketed out. Slowly, the dick grew limp and the ejaculation slowed.

Mrs. Jingles squeezed her tits together more firmly, milking about the last bits of joy juice she could from the big organ.

From then on, Max became Mrs. Jingles' favorite servant, and often invited him up for some mid-afternoon snacks. Mrs. Jingles could not help but speaking very highly of her new servant.

Max, of course, enjoyed Mrs. Jingles jingling mammaries quite a bit, but he always had an eye open for Judy Jingles, the young daughter. She had a terrific body, large breasts that rode high on her chest, a slim little waist and a nice tight butt. Max said that he would think he had died and gone to heaven if he could just get a view of that gorgeous body.

Every day, he watched Judy swim laps in the family's huge swimming pool. Out in the bathhouse, he discovered that Judy's dressing room was right next to the bathroom. That evening, he drilled a tiny hole from the bathroom into the dressing room, and when it was Judy's turn to go swimming the next day, he made sure he was already inside the bathroom.

Sure enough, right on schedule, Judy came down to her dressing room, her black swimming suit thrown over her shoulder. As Max watched, she entered the dress room and immediately began taking offer skirt. She let it drop to the floor. She had long, slender legs, the kind of legs that a woman could wrap around your waist as you gave her a good fuck. She was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties and a T-shirt.

She peeled off the T-shirt next. Max couldn't believe his eyes. She had the most beautiful tits in the entire world. They were enormous, with big round nipples, the perfect size for fucking. They dangled forward as she bent forward and peeled off her last article of clothing, her bikini briefs. There, Max finally glimpsed a small part of Paradise, her pussy, just a slim triangle of hair between those slender legs, just waiting, Max bet, to be parted by his big dicks.

Judy jiggled into her swimming suit and went out to swim. Max was so horny, that for the first time, he approached Mrs. Jingles for a fuck. Of course, he couldn't just come out and say, "I'm horny, Mrs. Jingles. I want to fuck you." Instead, he put some of her favorite candies on a tray and brought them up to her sitting room.

"Oh, Max," she cooed, "you're so considerate."

"Thank you, ma'am," he said.

"I'll call for you later," she said.

"Oh. Okay," said Max. He was sorely disappointed. He thought he'd get blue balls or something. As he turned to go, however, Mrs. Jingles called after him. "Just a minute, Max, why should you waste a trip coming up her a second time. Why don't you come over here and take off your clothes?"

"All right!" shouted Max. "I mean, yes, ma'am."

Max was soon naked and next took off Mrs. Jingles various robes which she wore around the house. They were very easy to take on and off, which allowed for a quick fuck if the need arose. All of Mrs. Jingles' neighbors wore them.

She lay back on the bed. "I want you to fuck me, Max, but before we do that, let me suck you a bit. My tits and my pussy get all your cock's attention. My mouth needs some fuckin' too."

"Yes, ma'am," said Max.

She scooted between his legs. Max took hold of his maxi-cock and guided it into her mouth.

"Ooh, that's so good," she said, slurping at the big popsicle.

Max began fucking her mouth as if he were a pussy, thrusting his hips back and forth. She took it all and came back for more. She started licking his balls, which were quite tender for the enormous hard-on he got watching Judy undress. Somehow, he would have to fuck her. But until then, he would continue fucking Mrs. Jingles. She was a very good lay, although perhaps a bit too old for him.

Mrs. Jingles lifted her head from the bed and took in even more of his cock. Blow jobs were a way of life in Beverly Hills and most of the women Mrs. Jingles knew were quite proficient at them.

Max fucked her mouth for ten minutes, then, keeping his dick in her mouth, he turned around until he was facing the other direction and now his mouth was just above Mrs. Jingles beautiful pussy.

"You're pussy is one of the most beautiful things to Beverly Hills," said Max. "The better for you to lick and dick," she replied, taking a breather from the huge hawg in her mouth.

Max started licking. Mrs. Jingles, he knew, required an awful lot of pussy licking before she finally came, but when she came, you better look out. She confessed to Max that Marvin Jingles, her husband, no longer took the time to satisfy her, other than buying her a new car or a ruby necklace. Those things satisfied her vanity. But only a hard-charging cock could satisfy her pussy.

"Oh, Max, you're so good at eating me out," she moaned. "Oh, you're so good. You're going to make this Beverly Hills girl cum. Yes, you are, my sweet baby."

He pressed his tongue deep into her pussy, tonguing his way inward as far as he could go. He had learned a lot of his techniques from a pussy, a real pussy – a cat. He watched how cats went after milk, their long tongues stretching out and actually flicking the milk into their throats. Max pretended he was a cat and Mrs. Jingles' pussy was really a bowl of cream.

"Oh, Maximum Max, I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming like I've never cum before."

As she wiggled her pussy back and forth, Max continued licking, while she kept squeezing and releasing his head with her legs.

"Aaaah," she cried. "Oh, Max, I'm cumming. I'm cum-mmmming. Aaahh."

After she had cum, she was determined to suck off Max, too. He had cum on her tits, her ass, her back, her face, but never in her mouth. She very much wanted to taste him.

"Oh, Max, now I want you to cum," she said. "I'm going to suck you off, Max."

She made her mouth like a Hoover, practically trying to vacuum the cum right out of his balls, as if his dick was just some fat straw. Max snorted and groan. "Oh, Mrs. Jingles. Suck it. Suck my dick."

Mrs. Jingles did what she was told. Soon, Max couldn't take it anymore and let loose a stream of joy juice into Mrs. Jingles open mouth. After she had swallowed every bit of cum, they lay together on the bed.

"Oh, Max. You are truly wonderful," she sued, before dozing off.

Max crept out of the bed lest he wake her, got dressed and went outside the mansion. He came out just in time to see Judy Jingles getting out of the pool. Watching her tits bounce in her lack swimsuit got Max all horny once more. He couldn't believe it. He had just got finished getting a blowjob not more than ten minutes ago, and here he was, getting another boner.

CHAPTER TEN

JINGLING THE JANGLES

He waited about the garden until Judy had entered the bathhouse, then he crept down to the dressing room beside Judy's. He peeked through the hole just as Judy was peeling off her swimsuit. She bent forward slightly, sticking her gorgeous ass in Max's direction. He just about cum seeing those creamy white cheeks. He could see the slit of her pussy between those cheeks, leading down to her long legs.

She turned around and gave him a good view of her pussy and tits. She held a tit in one hand and circled its nipple with her other hand. Her hips thrust slowly back and forth.

Sitting down on the bench in the dressing room, she spread her legs and began manipulating her clit with her fingers. One hand held open those magnificent lips while the other, her fingers glistening from her saliva, gently stoked the pink nubbin.

"Oooh," she moaned.

Max undid his pants and let them fall to his knees. He took hold of his pole and began stroking it. He couldn't believe his luck. He was watching the most beautiful young woman in the world jerking off. This was too much.

Then, there came a knock at the door. Max almost fainted. Was it his door? But then, he heard Judy say softly, "Come in."

As Max peered through his peek hole, who should enter the room but Rudy the pool maintenance man. He was a sandy hair surfer with a dark tan. He wore baggy shorts and colorful Hawaiian shirts. Never any shoes.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Doesn't it look like it?" Judy replied. She scooted off the bench and knelt down on her knees in front of Rudy. "Baby," he said, "I haven't jerked off or fucked since last week. I've got a big load of cum just for you."

She unbuttoned his baggy pants, then found the zipper and pulled it down. With both hands, she pulled open the shorts and let them fall to Rudy's bare feet. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He had a big cock, that was for sure, and two melon-sized balls. Now Max knew why he was such a popular pool maintenance man in Beverly Hills.

"Let's get going," said Rudy. "I've got five more pools to do today."

"I just had to stop and admire the view," said Judy, his cock at her eye level.

"Take it, baby. Suck."

He put his hands behind her head and pushed her face towards his dick. But she did not start sucking, really sucking, at first.

She began slowly, licking the insides of Rudy's muscular thighs, starting near the knees and going up to his balls, but never quite touching them, until Rudy was moaning with anticipation. She only smiled and kept licking until she was ready.

Then, a flicker of tongue brushed against Rudy's melon balls.

"Ahhh," he sighed, filled with relief. "Oh, baby, lick my balls. You've got to lick my balls."

But she didn't. She kept on teasing him, licking his thighs until Rudy was just about trembling. Then, having some mercy on him, her tongue brushed over the right ball, then the left. Gently, she held them in her hands and rolled her tongue all over the sensitive skin.

"Ahh, baby," said Rudy. "Keep it up."

Meanwhile, Max was furiously yanking at his pecker, watching Judy's long pink tongue do its stuff on the balls of the pool maintenance man. He couldn't wait to see her take that long sausage into her pouty little mouth.

Rudy's dick was straight up and hard as it could be, and she hadn't even touched it yet. Then, licking the balls, her tongue crept up the shaft of the phallus, giving little flicks here and there along the side.

"Judy, suck my dick. Come on, baby. You're driving me crazy."

"Just hold onto your horses," said Judy.

Max was certainly hold onto his horse, giving it a good spanking with his whip hand, too. His dick was turning blue with so much excitement.

Finally, Rudy took hold of his dick and pushed it down into Judy's mouth. He grabbed her behind the head and began fucking her face fast and furiously. Judy's arms fell to her sides. Her tits bounced all over the place with the strong thrusts of Rudy's dick down her throat.

"Ooh, sweetheart, that's right," crowed Rudy. "That's right."

As Max watched, Rudy fucked Judy's face for another ten minutes, pulling his dick in and out, whirling it about, taking it out of her mouth and bouncing it along her cheeks and nose.

"Ok, baby," said Rudy, "you've earned the right to be fucked by Rudy."

"Oh, well thank you," said Judy with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Stand up, turn around and bend over," barked Rudy.

Judy did as she was told. Max watched everything, as the young woman got up from her knees, gave Rudy a simmering look, then turned slowly around.

"Bend over," said Rudy. "Give me your ass."

She did this slowly, too, lowering her head until she reached out with her arms and braced herself on the dressing room bench. Judy's face was right at the level of the hole in the dressing room wall. Her splendid mammoth mammaries dangled downward, jangling like church bells. Oh, how Max wish he could ring her chimes.

Rudy walked up behind her. He stuck a finger into Judy's little cunt hole.

"Ahh," she moaned. "Oh, Rudy."

He wriggled his finger about, getting her pussy juices good and flowing. Then he stuck in a second finger and jammed away at her pretty pussy as if his hand were a dick.

Judy, however, wanted to be fucked by a real dick, which is why she was so attracted to Rudy. "Please, Rudy, stick in your dick. I need some cock now."

Rudy only smiled. "You made me wait, baby. Now it's your turn."

"Damn it anyway," cursed Judy, shaking her head in disgust.

She decided to enjoy this maximum foreplay, because she knew that eventually Rudy would get around to fucking her. What made this fucking even more exciting was that she knew Max was watching her get fucked. She, of course, knew all along that he was in the bathroom next to the dressing room and it gave her immense pleasure to turn him on by stripping so sensuously.

Finally, Rudy had had enough playing with her pussy and decided to go for the real thin. Taking his horse-cock in hand, he positioned the large red head next to her pussy lips, rubbing it back and forth until the head was smeared with pre-cum and pussy juice, and then he thrust into her with an loud roar.

Judy reared up and roared, too. "Oh, Rudy. My God!" What a dick he had. And boy, could he use it.

"Bend over," commanded Rudy.

Judy settled her elbows on the dressing room bench and arched her tight little ass even higher in the air.

Max, meanwhile, was jacking off at a furious rate in the next room. She had such a beautiful face – those big eyes, those red lips, that slender, graceful nose. Her hair was long and lustrous and fell off one side of her face in her present position. She had a thin neck, nice shoulder, and two of he most gorgeous love pillows Max had ever spied. They were nearly as big and round as basketballs, topped off with nipples as red and large as cherries, just made to suck on. That was Max imagine he was doing now, lying underneath Judy and sucking those nipples like a Romulus and Remus sucked their she-wolf mother.

Rudy pounded against her backside, the flesh of her buttocks jiggling and wiggling with the force. She had a very firm ass, of course, but Rudy liked to slam his entire body against a woman's ass when he was fucking them doggie-style.

"Ahhh, Rudy, don't stop, don't stop," cried out Judy.

At that moment, Rudy had no intention of stopping, but he knew he would be rushed the rest of the day. He had five more pools to do that day, and, by his calculations, probably three more Beverly Hills foxes to fuck.

The first one, Mrs. Amanda Sergio, was a rich Spanish woman married to a man who had made his fortune in olive oil. She was in her early forties, but had kept her body firm and fit through four hours of aerobic exercises every day. Sometimes when Rudy would arrive at her pool, she would be swimming laps – nude. Her bronze body and dark black hair gliding through the pale blue water always caused Rudy to get an enormous hard-on.

Rudy had fucked her a few times, usually on her weight-lifting bench. Her favorite was to place her thighs on the two vertical struts of her weight-bench which were usually used for holding the barbell, and then lean forward, so that her butt was held high in the air. Rudy would then fuck her from behind.

Sometimes, she liked to grab hold of her chinning bar and simply dangle in the air while Rudy sat beneath her, eating out her pussy. She would squirm and wriggle, kick her legs high in the air, but she would not fall until she had cum. Sometimes she would hold herself from the barbell for more than a half-hour. By that time, Rudy's neck was usually quite strained from holding his head back.

Due to her upbringing, however, Mrs. Sergio regarded screwing around on her husband as not very acceptable behavior, even though Rudy knew she was also screwing the gardener, butler and security guard. It was okay if she had a fuck from another man once a week, but twice in one week was clearly being unfaithful.

Fortunately for Mrs. Sergio, she enjoyed sucking dick almost as much as screwing. Usually, since Rudy came on a Thursday, Mrs. Sergio had already screwed her one man for the week, and so she would tell Rudy she would have to suck him off instead.

Rudy would take off his shoes, socks and pants. Then he'd sit at the edge of the pool, dangling his legs in the water, and watch Mrs. Sergio race back and forth in the pool, her body lean muscular. On some laps, she would flip over on her back and do a backstroke. Rudy would watch her boobs poke up out of the water, the triangle of black hair between her legs beckoning him to fuck it.

When she was done swimming three miles, still breathing heavily, she would swim over to where Rudy sat on the edge of the pool. By this time, his dick was stiff as a flagpole.

She hung onto it as if it was a life preserver, opening her wide red lips (she wore water-proof makeup) to engulf his rod. There she would suck and suck until he finally gave up his seed into her frenzied mouth.

After Mrs. Sergio's house, he would go to Montana Dover's house. Montana had made quite a bit of money as a B-movie actress in various blood-and-gut films. She had always wanted to be a porn movie actress, but her financial adviser told her that people would always pay more money to see some guy getting eaten alive by a giant bear-monster than to see a woman getting eaten by a bare man.

After Rudy had cleaned Montana's pool (shaped in the form of a heart, by the way), she invited him into her own private movie studio. She had a bed placed in the center, surrounded by movie lights. In one end was a video camera.

"Are you ready?" asked Montana, kneeling in the center of the bed, wearing a see-through nightie.

"Ready!" replied Rudy.

"Lights, camera, action!" cried Montana. Rudy jumped on the bed beside her and she quickly pulled, off his clothes. Rudy's movie-star quality dick was more than up for the movie.

Montana had bright red hair, which she streaked with purple dyes. Her tits were high on her chest, bouncy perfect tits, which all her teen-age boy fans loved to see whenever they went to see any of her movies. She first came to fame playing the "head" cheerleader in The Island of the Voodoo Cheerleaders, followed by Beneath the Island of the Voodoo Cheerleaders. This trilogy was rounded out by the classier, The Peninsula of the Bloodsucking Ballerinas.

Montana could have been a ballerina, her body was slender enough, except that her boobs were much too large for that type of bouncing and jumping. No one would have paid much attention to the other dancers if Montana had ever taken the stage.

Although well-established in bloodletting cinema circles, Montana still hope for a cross-over into the world of porn. That is why she practiced fucking and sucking so much under the lights, doing as many different positions as possible until she and her partner simply could not stand the sexual strain any longer and would cum, exhausted, their bodies soaked with sweat after Montana's marathon-bouts.

Montana first lay on her back, her legs lifted as high as she could could them. Then, Rudy stuck his big dick into her wide-open pussy, yawning open to enclose his cock. When he was inside her and fucking, she rested her legs on his shoulders, or wrapped them around his neck or head. Sometimes he would push her legs back so far that her knees were on either side of her ears, making a "Bugs Bunny" impersonation. Montana, of course, was in excellent health and exercised almost as much as Mrs. Sergio. Being only twenty ears old, she was extremely limber and firm.

While fucking her, Rudy often played with Montana's mammaries, the mammaries known round the world. This was quite a thrill even for jaded Beverly Hills pool maintenance man, because Rudy knew that millions of men in movie theater around the world could only fantasize about doing what he was doing right then, sucking on Montana's nipples.

Montana liked to play with Rudy's balls while he fucked her, to feel his scrotum bouncing against her pussy.

"Okay," cried Montana, "change positions."

Rudy grasped Montana's ankles and split open her legs. She was caught like a rat in a trap. He propped himself up a bit so that he could look down between their legs and see his long cock entering Montana's fabled pussy. The pussy of this B-star was famous, of course, because it had actually never been seen on the screen. Sometimes it seemed almost impossible that her pussy should be hidden, given the fact that she dumped about the screen so much totally nude, but always the camera was cropped just above her pubic hair. How just millions of movie fans would have just died to see Montana Dover's pussy? Rudy wondered. Well, if anyone ever got hold of these video tapes, they'd certainly get to see her pussy, and a lot more.

"Change," shouted Montana.

All Montana did this time was draw her knees back as far as possible, then rest her feet on Rudy's sun-tanned chest. Montana was the type of girl who had developed every square inch of her body into a sensual machine. Thus, even the soles of her foot were erogenous zones. She loved feeling Rudy's hard nipples with her toes, and gently pulling at the hair on his chest.

"Ahh, Rudy, my love, my Valentino, come to me, you great bull," cried Montana.

Occasionally, Montana liked to imagine her as a great screen actress, getting fucked like mad, and yet still able to recite immortal lines. That is where Montana had a real problem with most porno movies. What porn actors needed, she decided, was a sense of humor and some great lines to recite.

Montana was actually working on a porno script of her own. While Rudy placed some cushions under her hips to raise her pussy high in the air, she remained deep in thought, creating the various scenes of what she thought would be her greatest masterpiece, Lips, Dicks and Trains.

"Ooh," cried Montana. She was finally getting to the state of arousal where she new she could no longer just play around at sex, but would actually have to work hard at cumming. She flipped Rudy onto his back and climbed on board, inserting his dick into her pussy. Then she began bobbing up and down like the cowgirl that she was.

This position was a favorite of Montana's. This position, with the woman on top of the man, circling her hips, churning up more and more pleasure, enabled the man to last longer. This, in addition to the fact that it gave Montana perfect control over the thrust, depth, and rhythm of the dick into her pussy. The angle of Rudy's dick gave her maximum pleasure and really stirred up her tiny little nubin, mainly because her clit also rubbed against Rudy's pubic bone.

"Here, babe," said Montana, "put his pillow under your hips. Then turn a little bit this way so that the camera can catch your big old dick going into my little pussy."

Rudy put the pillow under his hips, thrusting them upward and driving his cock deep into Montana. "Ride me, cowgirl," he said.

Montana started revolving her hips in a circle, then pushed them back and forth, rubbing her clit hard against Rudy's Rudo-master.

Montana, as a sexual voyageur, had learned to make her pussy grip like a vise. Now she took hold of Rudy's dick with her pussy and held it tighter and tighter, until Rudy called out, "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I can't hold it any longer: I'm cummming!"

He began bucking like a wild horse. Montana waved her arms high in the air. "Yahoo!" she cried, then she too burst into an orgasmic fit that set her spurs spinning. Slower and slower she rode Rudy until she collapsed into his arms. At that moment, the camera turned off. They had used up an entire two-hour video tape.

The last woman on Rudy's list for "pool cleaning" that day was the yogi of Beverly Hills, a woman from the East, very exotic. Rudy could never guess her age. Sometimes she seemed barely eighteen. Other times, she was an experienced matron. Always, she was extremely sensual. Her name was Pudhi Yoni.

Yoni was the youngest daughter of a very accomplished holy man in India. At a very early age, she entered into training in both yoga and the various sexual mysteries of the East. Because of this training, she was in great demand as a teacher for the wives and mistresses in Beverly Hills.

Yoni had her work cut out for her. Although most Beverly Hills women, especially the foxy type, kept their bodies lean and firm through exercise, seldom did these exercises include working out their love muscles. They did not know that inside every pussy are two muscles that doctors in the west call a levator vaginae and a constrictor cunni. The levator vaginae circles the entire pussy. The constrictor cunni circles only the opening of the pussy. Some women had these muscles tightened surgically when they felt they were no longer pleasing their husbands or lovers. Yoni, however, taught them an exercise which would restore the man-tightness of a pussy.

The whole philosophy behind Yoni's teaching was that the pussy could do anything a woman's mouth could do, namely squeeze and suck.

She would first have the women strip before her, then she would tell them quite openly to stick a finger up their pussy. Most were quite embarrassed by this, but their eagerness to make their pussies into tight love tunnels usually overcame any initial shyness. Once the finger was inserted, Yoni instructed the woman to keep manipulating the various muscles in her groin until she could feel some contraction in her pussy. This, sometimes, took quite a lot of work on the woman's part.

Once the woman had found out what strings to pull, she could practice moving each muscle separately. Years ago, harem girls were so well versed in these practices that they could pick up very small branches with their pussies.

Of course, Yoni knew hundreds of other secrets, but offered these only to women she knew could handle all that sexual expertise.

Rudy had a spiritual side as well as a physical side. In that manner, he would have a different kind of sexual experience with Yoni than he would with most other women. Sometimes he entered Yoni and did not move for ten minutes. It did not seem possible, but he would then experience some of the strongest orgasms of his life. Yoni merely practiced moving her love muscles, so that her pussy was literally giving Rudy a blow job. She, too, would cum, often making all sorts of animal noises, as was her pleasure.

But fucking Judy Jingles, bent over in a dressing room, was not a spiritual experience in any manner. It was a good old plain animal-lust copulation, which even Yoni realized had its place in the world.

"Okay, baby, I'm going to cum," cried Rudy. "It's cumming."

"Wait," came Judy's plaintive cry.

"Oh, damn, here I cum!" shouted Rudy. Max could barely believe what was happening. He, too, started to cum.

"Oooh, baby, baby," Judy cried out.

Out it poured, spurt after mind-blowing spurt of milk jism juice, blowing out of Rudy's ramrod and splashing on the bench under her.

Rudy flipped his dick several times, flinging out the rest of his cum. "Ahh," he sighed. "That was good."

"You bet it was," said Judy Jingles. "You bet it was."

Rudy stuck his dick back into his pants. "Well, got to get going. Got pools to clean," he said. In the next moment, he was gone.

By this time, Max had fallen back on the floor of the bathroom, exhausted, his hand still milking out the last his own cum from his dick. Suddenly, the door flung open. Max's eyes shot open. Judy Jingles stood there, nude, staring right at him.

"So, how'd you like the show?" she said.

"What?" said Max. "You mean – you mean, you knew I was there?"

"All the time," replied Judy. "What have you got there in your hand?"

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HONEYCUT'S NEW HONEY

To make a long story short, Judy Jingles soon had Max Honeycutt's short dick long – and hard. Her mouth, already well plumbed by Rudy's cock, was soon settled on Max's maximum force.

"Oh, God, Judy – I mean, Miss Jingles," cried out Max.

"Oh, goodness, Max," cried out Judy, "if I had only known," and she went back to sucking. Max was a young man still, and Judy was a young woman. They were soon fucking full force on the bathroom floor, Judy bent over the toilet, that creamy white ass facing him, now all his to fuck for all he was worth. He put his hands on her shoulders as he began his slow thrust into her pussy.

"Oh, Max! Max!" she screamed. "God, you're too big, Max. Take it out, Max. Max, you're… Oh, Max, keep it in, keep it in, Max. Oh, Max, fuck me. Fuck me, pleeease."

Max dove wildly into her honey put with his throbbing monster, the dick upon which his vast fortune would eventually rest. He gave Judy such a grand fucking, that day, she fell exhausted to the floor, unable to physically endure another orgasm.

Afterwards, as they rested together against the dressing room wall, Judy grasped Max's cock in her hand and examined it closely. "If only I had known," she said. "We could have done this so much sooner."

"If only I had know, too," replied Max.

"Known what?" asked Judy.

"That you're so absolutely mesmerizing, so absolutely beautiful, so wonderful, that… well…"

"Say it, Max," said Judy.

"I know that I've already fallen in love with you." Max blushed here. "I said it. I guess I shouldn't have."

Tears began streaming down Judy's cheeks, the ones on her face.

"Hey, what's the matter?" asked Max, wiping away those tears with his hands.

"That-that's just the most beautiful thing any man has ever said to me."

"I don't believe that."

"Oh, they tell me what great tits I have…"

"And you do," replied Max.

"What a firm ass I have."

"And you do," said Max.

"What a tight pussy I have."

"And you do."

"But no body has told me they loved me."

"And I do," said Max. Then, "Will you take me as your husband?" Max could scarcely believe he said it.

"And I do, too," blurted out Judy.

"Oh, Judy!"

"Oh, Max."

They hugged and kissed and soon Max's dick had sprung to life once more. Having never made love to a man she loved, Judy bid Max lie down this time while she got on top. His dick penetrated further up her pussy than any deck had ever gone, at least, it felt that way. Such is the power of love.

***

Debbie Dimitri, aka Debbie Delirious, finally trapped Jimmy the window washer one day out on his scaffolding. She saw him cleaning some office windows on the very top floor and decided she was going to have to take the bull by the born and be the first to make a move.

She climbed out of a neighboring office window, crept along the edge of the building until she could sneak aboard his scaffolding. He might very well have fallen off if he had not been wearing his safety belt.

"Hello, there," she said.

"Oh, hi," said Jimmy.

"You've been avoiding me lately."

"Me? No, just busy."

"Don't you like a girl who gives great head?"

"Oh, sure! I mean, no. I mean, yes, I do."

"You do what?"

"I do like a girl… you know."

At that, Debbie reached down to touch the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up and over her head. Her perky tits shined brightly in the afternoon sun. She threw the blouse over the scaffolding and Jimmy watched it fall all sixty-nine stories.

"Why don't you take off something," she said.

"Well," said Jimmy, nervously.

"Come on," said Debbie. "Don't be shy." And she advanced upon him steadily.

Jimmy stepped back as far as he could on the scaffolding until his safety belt stopped him. He was caught.

Debbie began unbuttoning his shirt, pulled it open, and tossed it over the scaffolding. Jimmy froze. But she quickly warmed him up by kissing his nipples, sponging her tongue around his stomach, running it along his stomach, and playing all the time with the buckle of his pants. Before he knew what was happening, his pants were down around his ankles and Debbie's lips were around his dick.

Jimmy was in such ecstasy that he did not notice the crowd of office workers gathering on the other side of the window. Here was a switch – people watching a window washer getting off. By the time Jimmy did look up, he was so aroused that he no longer cared who was watching. He didn't even care if he was sixty-nine stories in the air. All he wanted to do was give that Debbie Delirious a deliriously delightful fucking.

He beckoned her to her feet so that he could unbuckled the belt of her short little, mini-dress. He pulled it off her waist. She twirled around as he did so, then he tossed the leather garment over the side. She was wearing nothing but some bikini briefs, lacy things that were her favorites.

With a quick pull, he snapped off the bikini panties and she stood there naked in front of him. She had a gorgeous body, slim and slender, with a nice tan on her. Her tits and private areas, of course, were snowy white. This only seemed to accentuate their sensuousness and also their intimacy.

Debbie backed up to him. Jimmy had his cock in hand, ready for her. He leaned back against the side of the scaffolding and Debbie leaned back against him, taking all of his cock into her pussy with one smooth stroke. Then she began bouncing back and forth, her titties bouncing in accord. The office workers inside couldn't believe their good luck. Here it was, lunch hour, and the only thing they had been looking forward to was a hamburger and fries – so fries at that.

"Oh God, baby, baby!" cried out Jimmy. "You have such a nice ass. Let me feel your tits. Let me feel them."

Bent over as she was, he couldn't reach down and grab a handful of tit. He was still firmly attached to the scaffolding by the safety belt. Debbie stood up slightly so that he could reach around her and play with her nipples, which instantly responded to his touch.

"Oh Jimmy," she moaned. "I just love your cock. I just love fucking you. It gets me so high."

Jimmy looked over the scaffolding to where people on the sidewalk looked like ants. "We're both high, baby," he said.

Debbie stood up and turned around to face Jimmy. She wrapped her tan legs around his waist and slowly descended upon his prick. "Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy, I don't think I can stand it," she moaned.

She didn't know if it was just the height, the swinging scaffolding, the face that so many people were watching her getting fucked or what, but she knew she had never fucked like this before.

"Oh, Jimmy, just keep it up, keep pumping."

Jimmy put his lips to hers, stuck his tongue into her greedy mouth so that she could suck on that while he gave her a good dicking below. He clasped his hands upon her bouncing buttocks and squeezed, harder and harder until Debbie arched back and cried out in orgasm.

Her wildly gyrating body, her frenzied hissing, her bouncing tits set off the orgasmic response in Jimmy's sexual organs also. "I'm cumming, baby," he cried. "I'm cumming."

He pumped her pelvis harder than ever before. "Oh, baby," she cried out, "give it to me, give it to me, give it to me…"

***

Tammy and Kim had spent the entire day and most of the evening shopping. There were so many things to buy and so little time. As the last shop closed its doors for the night, they got back into the limousine and headed home.

"I'm feeling rather tired tonight," said Tammy. "Conspicuous consumption can be so wretched on the system."

"Yes, I'm feeling a bit of buyer-burnout myself," complained Kim.

"I tell you what. Why doesn't James just drop me off at my mansion first, I really need to et to sleep. I've got another charity ball for one of mankind's many diseases tomorrow."

"But if mankind didn't have so many diseases," replied Kim, "we'd never be able to have so much fun and feel so self-righteous about it at the same time."

"True," said Tammy. "Anyway, I'll just have James drop me off and then he can drive you home." She then said in a low voice. "He can drive you home… alone."

Kim nodded as the smile grew across her face. Sure, she was tired of shopping, but she wasn't about to give up this chance to be alone with the splendid James. All day long, she had thought of nothing else but the chauffeur's prick and how large it was rumored to be.

"Will you be a dear and do that, James?" cooed Tammy.

"As you wish, ma'am," said James in his professional chauffeur's voice.

Tammy gave Kim a kiss at the front gates and sent her on her way.

James pulled down the driveway and onto Sunset Boulevard in silence. "James, you certainly are a very quiet sort, aren't you," said Kim.

"It is just part of the chauffeur," said James. "When I'm not a chauffeur, I'm considered quite loquacious."

Kim wasn't quite sure what loquacious meant, perhaps a trait of the loquations. Never mind, she lived only fifteen minutes from Tammy and she didn't have much time.

"I'm sure you must be quite a different person when you're driving lonely women like myself all around the city."

"Oh, yes," remarked James. "Quite different."

"I mean I'm several different kinds of people myself," said Kim. "I can be the obedient wife, the rich bitch, the shopper, the ditz. I can be a complete floozy, spreading her legs for any man who might want a taste."

"That's very interesting," said James, his eyes on the road.

Slowly, Kim let loose the straps of her dress from her shoulder and let it fall. She knew James could see her giant melons from his rearview mirror. She began circling the nipples with her fingers.

"I'm an interesting person," replied Kim. "I can do all sorts of interesting things. All sorts."

"I have not doubt about that," said James.

Kim shimmied out of her dress and folded it over the driver's seat. It was followed by a pair of pink panties, the only piece of clothing she had bought in "Her Majesty's Service" underwear shop. Although James kept his eyes on the road, she knew that he could not miss that.

"Oh, James?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Won't you just fuck me?"

James immediately pulled the limousine to the side of Sunset Boulevard. "Why, of course."

James got out of the front seat and into the back with Kim. He opened a compartment and pulled out a bottle of champagne. He reached under another compartment and turned on the tape deck. Frank Sinatra began to sing.

"What a car," exclaimed Kim. "Too bad you didn't have this car when I was younger. I was fucking in nothing but those damn crowded Porsches."

"That's not too shabby of a car," said James.

"On the raceway, it might be great, but it was not built for sex, no matter what those ads might have you believe."

James sat down on the limousine back seat with her.

"Well," said Kim, "how do you want to do this?"

"Like we did it when we were younger," replied James.

"Then you just sit down here and I'll act like you are my college sweetheart," said Kim. She got down on her knees on the limousine. Slowly she unzipped James' pants, reached in and pulled out the biggest cock she had ever seen. It wasn't fully erect yet, but it already topped the scales at a good twelve inches.

"Oh, Heavens to Betsy," cried Kim.

"Betsy thought it was heaven, too," said James.

She pulled down James' pants around his ankles, then her tongue began working itself up and down the chauffeurs enormous shaft.

"Oooh," said James. "You're so good."

She burrowed her head deeper between his spread legs, so that she could gently lick his hanging balls. They, too, were enormous, great balls of fire.

James' dick reached its full proportions by this time, long and hard as a two by four. It had become so big, it was almost purple with excitement. Kim could already taste the spurting pre-cum.

She kept sucking on his prick, opening her lips as far as she could and feeding the monster dick past her tongue, past her tonsils and down her throat until she felt positively engorged by the cock. His balls bounced randily against her chin.

"Ahh, suck it, suck it, baby," he cried out. Kim couldn't reply at the time, with all that cock jammed down her throat, but she nodded her head. James put his hand behind her head and began moving her head back and forth, fucking her mouth with good, long and smooth strokes. Kim grabbed both of her nipples with her fingers and pulled on the red suckettes.

"Okay, baby," said James. "Now it's time I fucked your pussy."

Kim was only too happy to comply. She took his cock out of her mouth. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just sit down here on the back seat with those legs spread wide," said James.

Kim did as he told her. He knelt between her legs and brought his mouth down to her sweet pussy.

"Ooh, James!" she shouted. Kim would do just about anything to get her pussy eaten out. James had certainly licked a few clits in his time, because he knew exactly how to give her the best head she had had in quite some time. Very gently, his tongue ran up and down the lips of her pussy until they glistened with pussy juice and saliva. The more excited she came, the more her pussy begged for more. Then his tongue began flickering over her clit, not very hard at first. As the clit became redder and hotter, he worked his tongue at it with more passion, until his big slurping tongue went at it exclusively. Kim couldn't take anymore. An orgasm had begun building up in her ever since she had pulled on her nipples while sucking James. Now, it exploded with pent-up fury.

"Ahhh," she cried. "Oh, James! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Kim was so hot, she knew she would cum again when James stuck his prick inside her. James took hold of his fire hose and went to work dousing her fire.

By this time, she was so excited, his prick, despite its size, easily slid into her. She gasped as she felt her vagina expanding to accommodate the big thing. He grabbed her by the legs and pushed in, then out, in and out. Kim began pulling on her nipples again, spitting on her fingers to supply extra lubrication. As she played with her tits, she looked down at the big cock sliding in and out of her pussy hole. It almost seemed like she was watching a movie of someone else fucking. She kept thinking, that woman is really getting fucked. Then she laughed as she felt the orgasmic response click on again.

"Home, James," cried out Kim, "home!"

Content

Emile Bosch
Beverly Hills vixens

CHAPTER ONE CULTIVATING THE GARDNER

CHAPTER TWO LACY UNDERGARMENT

CHAPTER THREE UNDRESSING IN DRESSING

CHAPTER FOUR BEHIND CURTAIN NUMBER TWO

CHAPTER FIVE CURTAIN NUMBER III

CHAPTER SIX SELLING THE PROPERTY

CHAPTER SEVEN THE CHAUFFEUR DID IT

CHAPTER EIGHT OFFICE BOY TRICKS

CHAPTER NINE HONEYCUTT'S HONEY

CHAPTER TEN JINGLING THE JANGLES

CHAPTER ELEVEN HONEYCUT'S NEW HONEY