Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

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."

"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.