Emile Bosch - Beverly Hills vixens

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?"

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.