Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

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!"