Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

"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.

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.