Monday, August 30, 2010

Dean, our hero, would never cum between two friends...or would he?

I've been blessed with a threesome a few times in my life and they all were memorable.  I plan on a blog entry for three or four of the sessions as they are worthy of special mention--look for them under the Globe Trekker: Memoirs of a Traveling Breastman.  But for today...I thought I would feature two of my favorite big tit girls in a little scenario at Dean's place (remember in this blog it's MY world, lol).

First, there is Eden Mor.  I love that cute face and those gorgeous, alabaster breasts, that creamy skin and that get-after-it gorgeous ass simply gets me worked up each time I see her in action.  And Terry Nova performs some of the best porn around...I rarely maintain control any time I see her on her hands and knees, getting attention from behind...they way her huge, hanging hooters swing and sway, the way her ass takes it, quivering and quaking...hmmm.  Sorry, had to take a little break...but now I'm back...


...Dean felt a little guilty...Eden had been his bed buddy for quite some time now...but had recently started playing with Terry as well...neither of the girls, however, knew that Dean was seeing the other...or so Dean thought...


...well, imagine our hero's dismay when one Saturday morning they showed up at his place--at the same time!!!


...but they quickly tried to put Dean at ease...is seems they had even been exchaning notes--naughty tidbits--about him...and thought it would be fun to come and hang out together with Dean...


....Eden explained that she was having a drink with Terry and sharing stories about all the things her "boyfriend" did to her when they were in bed...to wit, Terry exclaimed, my boyfriend does the same things...oh my!!! What a coincidence!


...Eden continued to describe her boyfriend--and he loves for me to do this to him...Terry cried, mine too!!!!


...well, being pretty bright girls...it didn't take them long to put two and two together...they were describing to each other the same guy!!!  Yes...they admitted that at first they were pretty upset with Dean...


...but they also had to admit there was more than enough of Dean to share...hence, their visit to our erstwhile hero on that Saturday morning...oh yes...they shared Dean indeed...


...yes, Dean had been so concerned that after they found out about each other he would somehow come between these two close friends...but, alas, he needn't to have worried...they did want him to cum between them...over and over!!!!


....so all in all...it turned out for the best...he realized that all he had to do was make sure he spread his affection equally among the two girls...and take his vitamins....

Oh to be able to get naked with two big boobed beauties like Eden and Terry, just roll around, romp and rut, fondle, frolic and fuck...oh my goodness...these two together are indeed very exciting....I especially like the next to the last photo...I think Terry makes such a lovely spread...her work you over lips, her soft hips, those huge titties graded to the sides...and Eden's "come and get more of us" smile, her neatly trimmed little patch aimed at that wonderland between her legs...I think I could wear myself out with those two--but what a way to go!!!!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Point to ponder #4: Young and Sweet, or A Little Older and Always in Heat? From The Breastman Extraordinaire's book, The Breast Book EVER!!!

Once more, I offer up a point to ponder. Let me pose a hypothetical situation to clarify the issue. Place two women side by side, each--to employ my favorite description--big boobed, healthy hipped and ample assed. Equally pretty and attractive, sensually appealing, however, one is in her early twenties, the other in her, say, early forties. Which would you choose? Here, I add the caveat: you can’t have both—sigh. But, rather must choose one or the other.



....Dean's day usually started out pretty well....


...they usually ended pretty well too....

For your consideration, I’ve posted three short video clips at the end of my narrative that feature a busty young lovely and three more of the BBW MILF Samantha 38g…as a way of comparison. But first, indulge me a bit of reflection.

Now, if you’ve read my recent blog entry, A Tale of Two Titties, you know that until recently I enjoyed the company of just such a MILF, H. who provided me some of the best sex of my life. However, I’ve played on the other end of the scale as well.

When I first moved out of the house, a few months before the divorce was finalized, I was like a colt—maybe more like a bull, if I may brag a bit—let out of the corral. I chased any woman within range—with the usual mixed results.

One of my more successful forays in to the field was when I bumped into a group of partying school teachers, all of them women, in a local bar. It was the end of the final day of the school year and they were on a blowout time of it—loud, boisterous and on the verge of being obnoxious. They had pulled three or four tables together, and their space looked like a frat house coffee table after a weekend frenzy—glasses, pitchers, bowls and platters of half eaten wings and chicken tenders, napkins all over the place.

The bartender, Bert, poured my pint, nodded in the ladies’ direction and said something like, “The future is in their hands.”

The ages ranged from the matronly blue haired to the glamour page skinny young ones. However, as the night progressed and some of the teachers left I noticed one sweet little darling dressed in a form fitting sun dress. Obviously during the school day she had worn a sport jacket over it, but in the bar her bare shoulders, tanned and smooth, stood out. The dress top was at a fairly high, modest level, but what could not be denied was that she had a nice set of large lovelies.

As the night drew on, I bought the remaining few teachers, including her, a round of drinks. Now, the young bucks in the bar were already beginning to swarm over the remains of the covey of teachers, so I held out little hope.

Such was my hunger for sex and my determination to play as much as possible in that year of separation and divorce—let me skip to three or so hours later when she and I entered her apartment, with a bottle of gin and take-out Chinese food in hand.

As it happens, she—Sandy—was engaged to a guy finishing out his graduate degree in Michigan. She was staying down in my part of the country, teaching summer school and the fall semester. Then, the plan was for her to move up north where they would be married some time next year.

Let me say, there is something so sweet about young, soft female skin. When I undressed her, I felt that overwhelming sensation of well being that comes with knowing you are going to have sex—and it’s going to be good.

Dishwater blond hair near shoulder length, tanned skin with lines that spoke to not so modest bikini swim suit, deep blue eyes—sky blue in fact, long, delicate and as it turned out, talented fingers. Downy pubis closely trimmed and shaved to a narrow band. Breasts—oh, those breasts—while not huge, they were shapely and perky D-cups. Sandy carried maybe ten pounds extra for her height, but those pounds had found their way to her hips and lovely rump.

She was soft. Sandy was also horny. Half my age, she was energetic, and enjoyed being a little submissive. She loved dirty talk, giving it, and hearing it. In fact, I think she enjoyed being able to let loose and to fuck with abandon. And that we did. I remember being somewhat proud of my performance…we banged away through the night and much of it is a blur of tits, ass, legs, mouth, and flashes of hair, moans and groans and little barks of delight.

But I do remember those exquisite moments she would mount me and I was able to grope and grab all over that splendid young body—feeling her reaching down to lift up my manhood, aiming it at her wonderland and then sliding down, encasing me in all her moist, velvet-silk warmth.

We saw each other a number of times throughout the summer. I was under no illusions that I was the only man who was enjoying her—nor was she only woman I was enjoying. But we made good sex together. Toward the end of the summer and what would be among the last times we fucked—we spent a weekend together at a friend’s beach house. Her boyfriend was coming down the following week for a few days, and I think she had decided that was a good time to end her frolicking and to ready herself for monogamy. Well, I was the beneficiary of her determination to “get it out of her system.”

Obviously, when I was a young man, I was with young women. But as a guy grows older there is something very special about finding a young playmate for a while. The energy, the drive, the soft young curves to touch, roam over, make one’s own if for only a brief time is so exciting and exhilarating. Yes, admittedly, it’s a little taste of the fountain of youth.

However, as with my friend H. and others—the older, MILF ladies also bring a lot to the table—or bed, or shower, or balcony railing, or couch, etc. In the handful of encounters with busty MILFs since my divorce, I have found that divorcees, or women whose husbands have neglected them sexually, have a very active libido and enjoy creative, energetic carnal attention. Just as most men’s sex drive is on the decline, at least their ability for prolonged performance, the Viagra era notwithstanding, these 40 and 50 somethings are still in high sexual gear.

My first MILF bed buddy during that year of separation and divorce was T. She was a voluptuous and randy woman in her early fifties, each Saturday throughout that first summer she would tell her husband she was going out to run errands, take in a few yard sales, but instead, of course, she would come over to my apartment.

Now, the arrangement was that she had to call first, my excuse being that one of my kids might be staying over and I didn’t want them to think I was seeing anyone. Of course, I was seeing Sandy and didn’t want to be cast into an awkward scene.

Even though T had taken good care of herself throughout the years, nevertheless, things had begun to sag, gravity taking a bit of its toll. Still, her titties were beautiful, dense and heavy, big pear-shaped beauties. Hr ass was ample and fleshy, it quivered and quaked nicely when she walked or was getting pumped from behind. She was an avid practitioner of fellatio, trying to at least once during each of our times together to bring me to completion with her mouth and tongue.

The way she used her breasts, me laying out on the bed, her giving me a full body length tit rub with me first lying on my stomach, then her turning me over onto my to bring me into an incredible state of arousal, her rhythmic fucking when she was riding me, the use of hands feather stroking my balls—all spoke of an experienced lover—one who knew how to take care of man.

Also, T loved being licked to climax, and moaned and groaned and writhed with abandon. She simply loved to fuck in all its manifestations.

I think the overall gift of an experienced woman, in addition to her talents in bed, is that an older woman—at least the one’s I’ve been with—understand not only the male body, but the male ego as well.

Often, T. and I would start out in my living room getting each other sexed up. She would then pull away and literally lead me by my cock to the bedroom. T would climb on the bed, on her hands and knees, aiming her beautiful, broad bottom at me. She would say something along the lines of, “Come on baby, take what you need,” or “Take your pleasure, baby, this all is for you,” or, even more exciting, “Put that big cock to good use back there, I want you to wear out my pussy.’

Well…food for thought. As I mentioned at the outset, I offer three little video clips. I do not know who the young lady is…lost her name in my notes, but the clips are from Reality Kings. In addition to her being a little sex pot, with a great body, I love her little moans and groans. I love listening to a woman being pleasured in bed, especially if I’m doing the pleasuring.

The clips to illustrate the dream MILF show Samantha 38g in all her big breasted, healthy hipped, ample assed glory. I especially like the scene where she rides the guy while rubbing her gorgeous tits over his chest…oh, to be able to enjoy that sensation…

So, here goes…remember, you can’t have both. Who would you choose?

video

...at the end of the day, as the shoot came to close, she was ready to relax, so she told the crew to bugger off...yes, she was ready to relax...she was ready for Dean...

Well, that cute face, those great tits...and that accent!!!  What a little dream girl...

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...but soon after he crew left and she was alone...she couldn't help thinking about Dean...anticipating the pleasure of his attentions....

As I've mentioned before, I love the sound of  a woman being pleasured...

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...and, frankly, the more she thought about Dean being there soon...well...you get the point....

While I try to keep this site to, say a single X...I couldn't resist...she is so young and delightful to look at...and the totally shaved wonderland is very exciting to me....

Now, we switch the proverbial gear...here I featued three shorts of Smanatha 38g.  Warning...she is riding a guy in all three clips.  I chose them because they, in my judgement, display her lovely assets so nicely...she is all woman..so much woman to grab on to, grope over and enjoy...

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...it was turning out to be a great weekend...she liked this guy sure...but just the thought of Joanna Bliss and Dean in the next room..made Samantha really, really hot...

Samantha looks soooo ravishing in that shot...what a body....

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...yes, when making plans for their weekend getaway...the girls had agreed they woudl trade off partners...and knowing that her first time with Dean would be soon really got her going..of course being with John was nice too...but....

Oh, what a view...the way those heavy breasts hang down, those wide hips, that voluptuous tummy and her little sighs of pleasure...

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...although it was nice...she really didn't want to take her time..she felt a little guilty about wanting to rush...John, after all, was  a pretty good lover...she figured that once she had her turn with Dean...then she would be a little more able to focus on John...

Oh my...I know my hands would be all over that large, lovely woman..my mouth on those bountiful breasts, my face pressed in to them...wow...Well, I can't decide...I guess I need to watch more of these two women before I can arrrive at any definitive conclusions...



Thursday, August 19, 2010

Point to ponder #9 Tan Lines or Full Bodied Tan?: From The Breastman Extraordinaire's book, The Breast Book EVER!!!

In the following series, I pose the age old question of which is more sexy...to watch a woman prance about naked...putting her assets on display with tan lines or with a full bodied tan...I admit to a slight bias for tan lines.  Allow me to explain....first of all, there is something so exciting about seeing a woman's exposed flesh, knowing I am getting to see, kiss, roam hands and cock over what others do not get to see. 

If you've read my blog "A Tale of Two Titties" you know about H.  Well, H sunbathed a lot and during the summers so she would sport great tan lines.  And being able to play with those huge honeys, pale skin contrasted to a deep bronze tan was so much fun, just knowing I was getting to kiss, jiggle and bobble about, fuck in between and cum on such heavy hanging hooters...big beauties that other men--except for her husband--could only dream about.  And of course, she sunbathed in a pair of panty bottoms...so the tan lines along her ass checks were breathtaking as I would look down onto her rich bottom when taking her from behind...

Of course, there is something to be said for a full bodied tan.  When I was in college I had a brief relationship with a woman who was a true libertine--I will blog about her at some point...she warrants a chapter from my Globe Trekker: Memoirs of a Traveling Breastman.  At any rate, she sunbathed totally nude.  I recall one weekend where we stayed naked, from Friday evening to Sunday afternoon...just walking around her place, backyard, poolside, buck naked.  She looked really good...and it was also very exciting throughout that weekend to be able to just look at her in all her naked glory...I have to admit, that every time I tried to rub tanning lotion on her, or her on me...well, we would start in again...to this day I can't smell coconut scented lotion, or even drink a pina colada without thinking of her...lol.


...oh Dean, I really don't want to play tennis today...I'd rather sit on your big deck....

I don't know who this woman is, but she looks really good with it all hanging out...a little padding...sweet tummy, great, full legs..and those titties are delightful to look at....I love the way they sag and hang off slightly to the side...they look dense and firm...but of course for our purposes here, she doesn't have any tan lines...apparently comfortable strutting around, putting it all on display...


...she had said, oh Dean baby, let me take a little nap...you've been keeping me busy all afternoon...all I need is about fifteen minutes...Dean stood there quietly, looking from her beautiful body to his stop watch..back and forth...the seconds ticked away...

This is Devon Daniels whose career of posing was way too short.  She has an incredible set of heavy hangers, just simply outstanding.  There is some great video coverage of her done by SCORE with her sunbathing on the beach, playing in the water, etc.  But I love those lines on her...

 

...she loved Dean's lawn parties...of course...her knees would hurt for a few days afterward...
That's just sweet looking...


...almost everytime, when Dean would meet up with his buddies at the club for a beer at the end of the day, they would all share their stories of how their boats performed in the bay, on the open water...except Dean...it seemed his boat rarely left the dock...

There is a longtime rule to sailing over long stretches, if you can't use it or eat it, don't stow it...a second rule is, if you have to have a deckhand, make sure they know how to handle ALL the equipment....


...she had so looked forward to the weekend away with Dean...and so far, happily things pretty much had turned out the way she expected...

This is a slim and stacked woman...I can't find her name in my files, but she is a lot of fun to watch...



...oh Dean baby...let me do that for you....

I am curious if anyone knows who this woman is...at one time, back in the VHS days I had a tape of her and frankly wore it out...lol.  There are two scenes I remember vividly.  One is when she is riding the guy and the camera offers a great view of her ass, tan lines and all, then it moves to the side where one can see her huge honeys hopping up and down.  The second is a doggie style shot and the action goes on forever.  A greast POV look down onto her goregous rump, then to her titties--side view, frontal view--back to the ass, back to the titties..over and over...



...it really was quite amazing...over the past few months her and Dean had become really, really close....so much so that they often even shared so many of the same thoughts--like right now they both were thinking how happy they were that her husband was out of town for the entire week....

A plush bodied MILF...I really do like the lines on that body...




...in the colder months, Anekee would wait patiently for Dean to arrive home...eager to greet him in the manner he so liked....

I think Anekee is one of the down right prettiest big bust models.  I haven't been a member of her site for quite a while and frankly haven't come across much new material.  But her breasts are gorgeous.  Here they are on display sans tan lines...


...but in the warmer months...Anekee was able to go outside more often where she still would wait paitently for Dean to arrive home, eager to greet him in the manner he so liked...

...she had to laugh, she just couldn't help it...Dean had said he would bring her a towel without using his hands...at first she thought he would use his teeth, or even his feet...but then...she saw what he was using...and she simply had to laugh...

...Dean had to admit...it was fun carpooling with his neighbor's wife...

I wonder how good she is at shifting gears...I like that shot...sweet and soft...


...Dean mused...he was really having fun with her...there was only one slight problem...


...as to positions...she seemed to have a definite preference...

I have a number of photos of this woman...she has a great body and offers up a lot of titilating poses...


...Alexandra was a little dazed...and a little amazed at just how far her and Dean had rolled and tumbled along the beach...

Alexander Moore is one of the great nude models of all time in my book...great body...those breasts are perfect, her slim but not skinny form is delightful...as she has passed into the range of MILFdom, she is even more enticing to me...



...often, first thing in the morning when she told Dean to get up...she didn't mean get out of bed...

This girl's body reminds me so much of a young lady I met while on a vacation to the Flrodia panhandle a couple years ago...fodder for another blog from my memoirs...she was crazy as a proverbial loon, but wild and so much fun in bed, on the beach, on the balcony when a little drunk and naked...



...she really loved her job working for Dean, helping him to organize his notes for a sequel to his Globe Trekker: Memoirs of a Traveling Breastman.  She really liked being able to help him with his research--it seems acting out some of the scenes from his past helped Dean to remember them more clearly...and of course, the casual atmosphere around the office was an added bonus...

That is just a great butt and tit shot...can you imagine having her around, prancing about, shaking and quaking in all the right places and then just getting to do it when the urge over takes you...I can...

Well, I'm not sure I solved conclusively the dilemma of tan lines versus full bodied tan...but I had fun trying to figure it out...

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

A Tale of Two Titties: With Apologies to Charles Dickens...

Until recently I enjoyed the company of two friends with benefits, yes, two lusty, busty bed buddies. C is a thirty something and until three months ago a single mother of two. We had an ongoing, raucous relationship for about three years, even continuing up through her engagement. With her marriage, C. has decided to take a break from her, uh, wanton ways.


But this edition is about H and I will write about C. in the second installment of “A Tale of Two Titties.” H is a well preserved 51 year old MILF. Unfortunately, her husband was recently transferred out of town, taking my plush bodied playmate with him.

Let me underscore at this point that I am posting this with the express permission of H after having sent to her a copy. She did ask me to make a few changes, to further obscure her identity—alterations I am more than happy to have made.

Now, I do not here wish to engage in a discussion of the moral issues of bedding a married or even an engaged woman. And, there were times when I moved very close to ending both relationships but, alas, the sex was simply too good to give up and the bodies of both women too splendid to avoid.

While not totally mitigating my behavior H is married to something of an asshole. H is convinced that he too has had his affairs including a current one with an administrative assistant where he works.

I met H four years ago at a neighborhood block party. I simply could not keep my eyes off her as she fit my physical template so well of a lush bodied MILF.  I recall her wearing a pair of shorts that hugged her hips, and when she would bend over the ass was so well defined. She sported a form fitting cotton sweater that left little to the imagination and offered up a view of several inches of cleavage.

Allow me to describe her. H has a big bust, healthy hipped, ample-assed figure--a pin up girl figure--of a bygone era. I have promised never to post any of the little photographic and video gifts H gave me, but the woman in the following photo bears a strong resemblance to H. Yes, H’s tits are just about that big. “Hindenburg hooters” was my little term of endearment for her large lovelies.




H stands about 5’4.” A bleach blond with full lips, rounded shoulders. She has a huge set of hooters that hang down to a point just above her belly button. They hang down and slightly out with pert nipples—fairly firm, especially so, given her age. And another aspect, one that for me has always been exciting, with her height and the hang of her titties, when we were standing facing each other, my cock when erect could actually touch her big beauties.

H has a slight tummy and delightfully full hips and an ass that is so wonderful to grope over and grip, to hump and pump. After we had been together a time or two H began to completely shave her pubis. In fact, it was one of her little birthday gifts to me. In addition, H has a great set of legs, thunder thighs and cute, even dainty feet.

In other words, she is the complete package for a man who likes a plush bodied woman.

The sex with H was pretty incredible and I miss her immensely. Her husband had long since lost sexual interest in her—in her words, “He only comes around me when he his been drinking and his mistress is out of town.”

Well, H is a true sexual being. Avid, eager and pleasing, H likes getting it put her over and over. We often laughed about our marathon sex sessions. Cuming over and over throughout an afternoon or the occasional Saturday, we usually parted exhausted but always sated on sex. I have to honestly say that I can count on one hand the times when her pussy wasn’t moist and ready.

We developed a pattern over the course of time. We tried to get together twice a week, although this was a bit unpredictable. But, for example, on a Monday I would get a text similar to the following, “I. N. D. Tomorrow?” Or, I would send a message to her, “I. N. T & A. Tomorrow?” It shouldn’t take too much effort to decipher our little code.

Then, if we were getting together at my place, H would show up around 10:00 in the morning. Now, keep in mind, I would always be rock hard and ready in anticipation. I would already have a towel laid out on the couch because we would start in the living room. Typically I would wear a pair of gym trunks sans underwear sans shirt.

H would show up and I would greet her at the door and grope over everything I could get my hands on. Then, H would go to the kitchen to fix herself a cocktail. H likes to drink and can party with the best of them.

We would spend a few minutes getting caught up. Then, it the play would begin. H often told me how much she enjoyed turning men on and she exulted in my tit worship and in the degree of lust she could engender in me just by waving her tits or shaking her ass at me.

H would take off her blouse and she usually had to sport an industrial strength bra. At this point, I am usually already naked, working on my cock.

My favorite way of us getting started was when H would reach back and unsnap her bra but leave it on, slowly slipping her arms through the straps, an arm holding up her titties, keeping those big beauties bunched up. Then, H would let one of her huge honeys drop free, and it would bulge out and flop down in a lush titty tumble and then other one would fall out. I always emitted a lusty groan with the sight of each tit falling free.

H would then turn around and peel down her jeans or slip out of her skirt, bending over to display her gorgeous ass. Now, a bit of an exposition about her bottom. When standing, with her back to me H has a lush, exaggerated hour glass figure and when she raises her arms one can see her titties from around her sides. And her ass is round, truly round.

There have been times when H was on her hands and knees, me behind her, working in and out of her, back and forth, us watching the action in a stand-up, panel mirror I keep in my bedroom, watching her titties swing and sway and those cheeks, heart shaped in that position quivering and quaking, when I just never wanted it to end. Me grabbing and groping over those rich cheeks, giving them little love smacks, reaching around to jiggle her jugs, handle her hooters…wow….listening to her moaning and groaning and begging me to keep fucking her…oh my. It is a great looking ass and I loved my unfettered access to it when we were together.

Well, back to the pattern. After H had set her titties free and peeled off her jeans and panties, she would stand before me so I could luxuriate in the view. H would shake her boobs around, wag her ass at me—me sitting there just moaning and groaning, lost in lust, getting worked up into a fevered state of desire.

One of H’s great talents is giving oral sex. After preening for me, H usually would make a comment about my jerking off to her, moving toward me, jiggling her boobs and telling me to let her have “that thing.” First, I liked to bury my face into her lush tummy, fondle and feel her titties, grope her ass. While she rubbed her hands softly over me, reaching down to stroke me and tickle my balls I would lose myself into her lush breasts, my fingers working inside her pussy.

Then, one of us would toss a cushion on the floor and I remember those times so well…her kneeling down, all that womanhood kneeling down before me…as I mentioned she has a real gift.

H does this thing with her tongue, as her head bobs up and down, she lets the tongue ride up and down that shaft, softly pressing it against my cock…a wonderful experience. Of course, this service is interspersed with her hefting up her huge honeys, plopping them down on my lap and giving me a great titty hug. I just sit there for a while, enjoying the feel of her, the sight of her, the sound of her working me over.

Sometimes, she would get up and climb on me and ride me until she would cum—her big titties wobbling around, me kissing them, sucking on them. Or, H would do a reverse cowgirl and that view was just perfect. Then, back to the titty fucking.

Frankly, since this had become our regular way of beginning our time together, I rarely made more it through more than a few minutes without shooting my load, usually all over her big beauties.

A momentary digression: We were always very, very discreet. But I was having drinks late one night with a buddy of mine, also as it happens, a friend of H’s husband. My friend J told me a story about a vacation he and his wife had taken with H and her husband several years before. They went to a topless beach and J said, Damn Dean…you should’ve seen those big titties. To wit I replied, yeah buddy, you should see those big titties with cum sprayed all over them. Well, remember, I was pretty drunk and the next day had to swear my friend to silence.

After our frolic on the couch we usually cleaned ourselves off and refreshed our drinks, we would go to the bedroom to buck and fuck some more.

I loved doing it with H in all the various positions, but I especially enjoyed the missionary position. I loved mounting her, her legs and arms opening up to receive me, me slipping inside her and spacing out on all that female flesh, those big titties graded out to the sides, swimming back and forth with my exertions, her thighs up against me, her hands on my back and ass, my cock in that warm wetness…it was good. Hearing her little moans, her gasps of pleasure, he little entreaties to fuck her faster, her endearments—oh that’s good cock, oh you go so deep…she was a great lover. I remember how she would so sweetly accomodate me...rising up at the hip so I could slip and hand under and grab some ass or when I would gather up a tit to suck on it, kiss it, her cooing so softly, oh yes, suck that tit, they're both out there for you baby...enjoy them....

I’ve already mentioned how much I enjoyed doggie style with H but she was also great fun with the cowgirl position. Yes, I can still see in my mind’s eye her huge honeys hopping and flopping, playing with them with one of my hands, the other hand gripping, kneading an ass cheek.

We would break for lunch; I’d order a pizza or cook up something and then, back to it. Her body was so exciting to touch, roam over with mouth, hands and cock that she could get me going quite frequently. Sometimes we would go to it on my balcony, which was great fun, sometimes we would get into my hot tub and play around.

H seemed to truly enjoy giving oral. And, she took a degree of pride in sucking me off to completion. She didn’t swallow, but she would take it all in until I was finished before reaching for a towel or rag. Also, she loved receiving oral and I became pretty adept at reading her body signals, bringing her to climax frequently as well.

One final note: a week or so before she was to finally move away, her husband had gone on to their new home. H had stayed behind to finish some packing, to take care of some final details. Well, we managed to spend two days together. I arranged for a lake front cabin, pretty isolated. Needless to say, we did it out doors a number of times, skinny dipped, romped and rutted like crazy.  I remember her strutting around naked or topless for the entire two days and night.  I was sore for days afterward.

H provided me some of the best sensual experiences of my life. She was a great, vigorous, always ready lover, always eager to get naked and play.

I miss her immensely of course. I admit, and I believe she would as well, that our relationship was purely based on sex…but what great sex it was. I wish her the best and hope she can final an outlet for her quite significant libido; that she too can find the carnal pleasures she so craves. I also wish the same for me.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

The Temptation to Sinn...

I fall in lust a couple times a day...however, there are some busty ladies who get me worked up over time and on a fairly consistent basis...among the most recent of my crush-cum-obsessions--like my clever little insertion of Latin to create a double entendre?--is Arianna Sinn.  This woman is absolutely incredible, from her achingly beautiful face, her huge, hanging alabaster breasts, her ample and oh so gorgeous ass, her Romanian accent, her thunder thighs--she oozes sensuality.  Whether I am watching one of her moan and groan eliciting video clips or gazing longingly over photos of her plush body--I never fail to, uh, arrive at a happy ending to my little visual journey over her body...

And, since she has recently gone hardcore, to watch her in full sexual action is a sensual treat any breastman worthy the moniker should experience...you can find her on new website BustyArianna.com...it's well worth the money and the time...

I offer the following video clip, compliments of BigTitGlamour.  And, of course we continue lusty the adventures of Dean, The Breastman Extraordinaire...

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...Oh Dean...it is sooo flattering what I do to you...at least this time honey you were able to hold it until I got both of them out...

Admit it, I was right...aren't they splendid looking?


...Arianna knew that Dean was sooo sweet, even tempered, generous and kind in all things except when it came to his car...


...it was a known fact that he was very, very particular about who could and could not wash his car...so, naturally she was a bit jealous of Ewa and Ines and Jordan and Denise...in that they were the only ones Dean had ever allowed to wash his car...



...what made her torment even more severe were the stories they told Arianna about how grateful Dean had been when they each did such a good job on his car...to hear them tell it he, in turn, did a great job on them...as a reward...so, one Saturday morning Ariann decided to offer her, uh, services to Dean...



...at first, Dean was very reluctant to let her even close to his prized possession...but, to give her the benefit of the doubt, he said, okay Arianna honey, give me one good reason why I should trust you with my car?



...well, Dean said...hmmm...okay, uh, so you have some hands on experience, but give me another reason...I'm still not quite convinced...



...okay, Dean had to admit...those were some pretty compelling reasons...



....yes, Dean relented and said, okay honey, go for it...but, uh, what do you want in the way of payment...it is, after all, really hot out here...



...Dean was reaching for his wallet...just to check how much cash he had on hand when Arianna said--okay, if I wash your car...then you wash me!!!  Dean thought, even chuckled a bit to himself, she has been talking to Ines, Ews, Jordan and Denise...



...Still, the car was Dean's little baby, so he was concerned...but she washed and buffed the hood very nicely...



...she gave special attention to the headlamps and front bumper...he nodded approvingly...



...Ariann proved to be very thorough...taking care of the top and the bottom..she even seemed to enjoy scrubbing the undercarriage...



...she scrubbed and buffed throughout the morning...and inspite of the heat and the work still maintained her bouncy demeanor...



...Dean only once had to ask her to redo a particular area...that was when she began to work on the back bumper...it needed some extra buffing...



...all in all...from front to back, top to bottom, Arianna was a pro...the only real problem occurred right toward the end of the wash...when Dean slipped inside the car...just as Arianna was about say she was ready for her reward for a job well done....



...Dean thought, uh oh, now she's going to have to wipe down the driver's side seat...it was, to say the least, a little bit embarrassing..although Arianna took it all in good stride..even suggesting she was flattered...and the little--no, she noticed--the big accident was really her fault anyway...





Thursday, August 12, 2010

Go Westy young man...go Westy...I know, pretty dumb but I couldn't think of anything else...


...after a long hard day, Dean liked to come home to a long, hard night...

The above photo and following series of photos features the big tit cutie known variously as Westy, Wendy Star, Janette…whatever name she goes by, she is indisputably a breast man’s dream girl. I came across her a couple years ago while following the site 18 and Busty and became totally enamored with her. She has recently begun performing hardcore and this morning I watched her in just such a segment. Wow.


I had never seen this video before and must confess that I didn’t quite make it to the proverbial climax of the movie before producing my own money shot. Westy looked so very good—from every angle.

Westy begins with a nice little strip tease and lifts up her bra. Her large lovelies spring free and drop down in a lush titty tumble. Westy turns around and peels down her jeans and then off come the panties to show off her gorgeous rump. Westy sits down on the couch and fingers herself a while and the viewer gets to enjoy the sight her full body tan, long legs, shaved pussy and pretty titties graded slightly to the side. Her little sighs, moans and groans of pleasure are really exciting to hear as well…

And, following the typical pattern of porn, a guy comes on scene and they proceed to get it on…there is the oral attention she gives and receives. When Westy offers up her boobs to the guy I nearly lost control right then—they really are nice. But it’s when the fellow takes her from behind that tipped me over the edge. There is a great POV shot of her bottom getting pumped. Westy qualifies as a slim and stacked girl but there is enough padding to her that those cheeks quivered and quaked beautifully…and then, of course, as the camera moves to the side we are provided the moan and graon sight of her breasts swinging—even galloping--when the guy really gets after it...a breathtaking view...

Yes, Westy has become one of my favorite fantasy girls.



...Westy was sooo excited that Dean had invited her for a weekend getaway to his beach house...afterall, she had heard so much about him from her friends Ines and Ewa...



...when Westy told her friends about Dean's invitation...she asked them what they thought she should bring along to wear...Ewa and Ines simply looked at each and laughed....



...honey, they told the sometimes naive little Westy...honey that's the least of your worries...you might want to bring a hair brush, a tooth brush, and if you insist on bringing a bikini...forget about the top...



...well, at first Westy was a bit confused...surely, she thought, as Dean and her drove toward the beach...we won't be doing it all weekend...will we?  I mean, she told herself, Dean's a very nice looking man, and obviously from what Ewa and Ines say quite the sexual virtuoso...but he isn't a teeanager...



...well, imagine much to Westy's pleasant surprise...right after the first time...Dean was back for more...and more...



...and more...



...oh, they would take little breaks...eat a little, have a drink, shower...even nap every so often...



...but since Westy had heeded her friend's advice and not brought much to wear, she soon found out that she couldn't walk around much without Dean becoming...well, frankly, eager again...



...not that she minded...



...and just when she thought there was no way this guy could do it again...what a weekend she would muse to herself later...



...and on Monday when her friends Ines and Ewa asked her how was the beach...they nodded knowingly when Westy said that she and Dean didn't quite make it down to the beach...but it looked nice from the beach house balcony...when Ines asked Westy if she wore any clothes...Westy laughed..nope, not much..in fact, she told them, "I didn't even use my hair brush!"

I had to watch another video clip of her...wow...that tanned skin...that naughty smile...wonderful...also, I found the following two photos of her in my collection...



....sometimes...Westy thought Dean was ignoring her...when he would make calls on his cellphone, open up his laptop to return e-mails...



...well, she had devised an ingenious method to get Dean's attention....

Yes...I guess you could say I'm a little obsessed with this delicious looking woman...just the thought of being able to get naked and roll around with her for a weekend is so damned exciting...