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?"