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.
Mrs. Jingles quickly pushed her tits together, so that Max could push his cock up and down in the honey valley of her firm tits.
"Ooh," she groaned. "Oh, Max, Max. This is all so dirty. It's very dirty. But I can't stand it. I'm so turned on seeing that fantastically large head of your dick come shooting out of my tits. I've just got to see you cum."
"You will in due time," said Max. "In due time."
He continued fucking her tits for another ten minutes, until they glowed a bright red with Mrs. Jingles excitement. "Oh, please, please," begged Mrs. Jingles. "Shoot your cum all over my face. I want to see it come shooting out of her dick hole."
Max kept on fucking her tits until at last, he cried out, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"
"Oh, in my mouth, darling," she cried out.
"Here it cums!"
The first blop flew across the back of her throat and plopped right down into her stomach. The second splatted against the roof or her mouth and drooled down. The last one she caught with her tongue against the hole as it rocketed out. Slowly, the dick grew limp and the ejaculation slowed.
Mrs. Jingles squeezed her tits together more firmly, milking about the last bits of joy juice she could from the big organ.
From then on, Max became Mrs. Jingles' favorite servant, and often invited him up for some mid-afternoon snacks. Mrs. Jingles could not help but speaking very highly of her new servant.
Max, of course, enjoyed Mrs. Jingles jingling mammaries quite a bit, but he always had an eye open for Judy Jingles, the young daughter. She had a terrific body, large breasts that rode high on her chest, a slim little waist and a nice tight butt. Max said that he would think he had died and gone to heaven if he could just get a view of that gorgeous body.
Every day, he watched Judy swim laps in the family's huge swimming pool. Out in the bathhouse, he discovered that Judy's dressing room was right next to the bathroom. That evening, he drilled a tiny hole from the bathroom into the dressing room, and when it was Judy's turn to go swimming the next day, he made sure he was already inside the bathroom.
Sure enough, right on schedule, Judy came down to her dressing room, her black swimming suit thrown over her shoulder. As Max watched, she entered the dress room and immediately began taking offer skirt. She let it drop to the floor. She had long, slender legs, the kind of legs that a woman could wrap around your waist as you gave her a good fuck. She was wearing only a flimsy pair of panties and a T-shirt.
She peeled off the T-shirt next. Max couldn't believe his eyes. She had the most beautiful tits in the entire world. They were enormous, with big round nipples, the perfect size for fucking. They dangled forward as she bent forward and peeled off her last article of clothing, her bikini briefs. There, Max finally glimpsed a small part of Paradise, her pussy, just a slim triangle of hair between those slender legs, just waiting, Max bet, to be parted by his big dicks.
Judy jiggled into her swimming suit and went out to swim. Max was so horny, that for the first time, he approached Mrs. Jingles for a fuck. Of course, he couldn't just come out and say, "I'm horny, Mrs. Jingles. I want to fuck you." Instead, he put some of her favorite candies on a tray and brought them up to her sitting room.
"Oh, Max," she cooed, "you're so considerate."
"Thank you, ma'am," he said.
"I'll call for you later," she said.
"Oh. Okay," said Max. He was sorely disappointed. He thought he'd get blue balls or something. As he turned to go, however, Mrs. Jingles called after him. "Just a minute, Max, why should you waste a trip coming up her a second time. Why don't you come over here and take off your clothes?"
"All right!" shouted Max. "I mean, yes, ma'am."
Max was soon naked and next took off Mrs. Jingles various robes which she wore around the house. They were very easy to take on and off, which allowed for a quick fuck if the need arose. All of Mrs. Jingles' neighbors wore them.
She lay back on the bed. "I want you to fuck me, Max, but before we do that, let me suck you a bit. My tits and my pussy get all your cock's attention. My mouth needs some fuckin' too."
"Yes, ma'am," said Max.
She scooted between his legs. Max took hold of his maxi-cock and guided it into her mouth.
"Ooh, that's so good," she said, slurping at the big popsicle.
Max began fucking her mouth as if he were a pussy, thrusting his hips back and forth. She took it all and came back for more. She started licking his balls, which were quite tender for the enormous hard-on he got watching Judy undress. Somehow, he would have to fuck her. But until then, he would continue fucking Mrs. Jingles. She was a very good lay, although perhaps a bit too old for him.
Mrs. Jingles lifted her head from the bed and took in even more of his cock. Blow jobs were a way of life in Beverly Hills and most of the women Mrs. Jingles knew were quite proficient at them.
Max fucked her mouth for ten minutes, then, keeping his dick in her mouth, he turned around until he was facing the other direction and now his mouth was just above Mrs. Jingles beautiful pussy.
"You're pussy is one of the most beautiful things to Beverly Hills," said Max. "The better for you to lick and dick," she replied, taking a breather from the huge hawg in her mouth.
Max started licking. Mrs. Jingles, he knew, required an awful lot of pussy licking before she finally came, but when she came, you better look out. She confessed to Max that Marvin Jingles, her husband, no longer took the time to satisfy her, other than buying her a new car or a ruby necklace. Those things satisfied her vanity. But only a hard-charging cock could satisfy her pussy.
"Oh, Max, you're so good at eating me out," she moaned. "Oh, you're so good. You're going to make this Beverly Hills girl cum. Yes, you are, my sweet baby."
He pressed his tongue deep into her pussy, tonguing his way inward as far as he could go. He had learned a lot of his techniques from a pussy, a real pussy – a cat. He watched how cats went after milk, their long tongues stretching out and actually flicking the milk into their throats. Max pretended he was a cat and Mrs. Jingles' pussy was really a bowl of cream.
"Oh, Maximum Max, I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming like I've never cum before."
As she wiggled her pussy back and forth, Max continued licking, while she kept squeezing and releasing his head with her legs.
"Aaaah," she cried. "Oh, Max, I'm cumming. I'm cum-mmmming. Aaahh."
After she had cum, she was determined to suck off Max, too. He had cum on her tits, her ass, her back, her face, but never in her mouth. She very much wanted to taste him.
"Oh, Max, now I want you to cum," she said. "I'm going to suck you off, Max."
She made her mouth like a Hoover, practically trying to vacuum the cum right out of his balls, as if his dick was just some fat straw. Max snorted and groan. "Oh, Mrs. Jingles. Suck it. Suck my dick."
Mrs. Jingles did what she was told. Soon, Max couldn't take it anymore and let loose a stream of joy juice into Mrs. Jingles open mouth. After she had swallowed every bit of cum, they lay together on the bed.
"Oh, Max. You are truly wonderful," she sued, before dozing off.
Max crept out of the bed lest he wake her, got dressed and went outside the mansion. He came out just in time to see Judy Jingles getting out of the pool. Watching her tits bounce in her lack swimsuit got Max all horny once more. He couldn't believe it. He had just got finished getting a blowjob not more than ten minutes ago, and here he was, getting another boner.