Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Mor Dean gets, the Mor he wants...

Eden Mor is one of my favorite big girls. When I think of BBW she is one of the first to come to mind. I love looking over—leering at—her curvaceous body. Her huge tits, that tummy, her broad hips and bountiful bottom—in addition to a cute face--make for such a sweet ensemble of female lovelies—so much woman, so little time.

I watched two of her videos over the weekend, both with solo action and even I am a little embarrassed as to how many times I got aroused watching that big body in action—once I got worked up, I just couldn’t stop.

Well, in one of the videos, Eden gets down on her hands and knees and the view is simply breathtaking. Her huge honeys swing and sway, her beautiful, broad bottom wags and waves…oh so exciting. There are some great slow motion scenes, but in one video she juggles and jiggles her jugs, bouncing and bobbling them around and I just lost it, the first of several shots of my man mess while imagining my hands, mouth and cock all over her lush body.

...right after getting out of the shower she looked out her window and saw that Dean had just pulled into her driveway...oh my, she said to herself, Dean is early...I haven't had time to get dressed...then, she thought to herself...hmmm, even from this distance she could see that Dean was, well, very excited...then she giggled, goodness...does he walk around like in public!  He really shouldn't wear loose fitting pants!

...their plan was to go to a little restaurant for brunch and then maybe take in a museum...but as soon as she greeted Dean...she knew that wasn't going to least not very soon....

...Eden had to it possible that the bulge in his pants was even larger than when he was walking up her certainly appeared that way...

....well...when Eden did this...

...and this...she knew there would be no trip to the museum today...and they would probably eat in...ordering a pizza or Chinese a couple hours or so...

...and when she did this..well, Eden would never have believed it if she hadn't seen it...but yes, that bulge in Dean's pants got even bigger!!!

...and bigger!...

...and when Dean finally slipped out of his pants...Eden thought to herself...I have a pretty good memory for the size of the guys I've been with, but would think I would remember that!!!

Yes...I'm sitting here thinking about how nice it would be to enjoy that big-boobed, healthy hipped, ample assed beauty...just roll around with, play with those pretty titties, slipping inside of her, giving little love taps to her ass cheeks, making her squeal, moan and groan with delight...hmmm...what a wonderful looking woman...

Monday, September 20, 2010

A Different Shade of and white nudes...

As anyone who follows my blog knows...I enjoy watching videos and looking over photos of large breasted women galavanting about in the nude....having sex, enjoying a drink, swimming, playing tennis, talking on the phone, petting their dog, gardening...well, you get the point, I love looking at naked, well endowed women...this brings me to today's addition to porn...I enjoy looking at erotic photos...and those of you who pay attention to these matters know the difference between pornography with its explicit--pardon the double entendre--purpose of arousing sexual desire, and erotica, which aims not only to arouse but to celebrate the human body. 

I especially like black and white erotica as one sees not only beauty of the female form as light plays against shadow...but also one gets a hint of the creativity of the photographer as, today I offer a few from my black and white collection...the eternal, female form...

And the's Dean's world!!!

...sometimes, just thinking about Dean and the way he made her feel...well, you get the picture...

I love this fact, I have a large edition of this in my own little private gallery...there is everything there...the large, lush breaats, the slight tummy, the healthy thighs...the drape of light and resulting shadows all combine to give that curious silent scream--here is a woman!!!!  It is almost archetypal in its composition...

...everyone around town said it was the most difficult case the famed private detective Dean had ever taken on...the job was to find the missing mistress of the famed millionaire Derk Buzzoff...well, what no one realized at the time...but our erstwhile hero had found the lovely dame right off the bat...except...

...except the lovely dame didn't want to be found by her, as it turns out, abusive millionaire lover...she sought to persuade private dick Dean not to let Derk Buzzoff know that Dean had located her...she proved to be very, very, for a month or so, Dean and the lovely Dame traveled around on the millionaire's dime, under the prtense that Dean was following a lead...on in San Francisco, Marin County, San Diego, yes, it turned out to be quite a road trip for our private detective who had to report to his client, eventually, that the trail had gone cold... Dean came out of the bedroom, stopping at the top of the stairs, Mary looked up...she said to her friend Claire, oh my looks like Dean is ready again!  Already!  Amazing, she thought.  Well, she continued, I know it's your turn...but I wouldn't mind going again...that is, if it's okay with you...

To wit Claire baby, I'll take my turn...and not with a little sarcasm she added..but thanks for the just wait here for your next turn like a good little playmate...I'll be back in about thirty minutes or so... seemed to her...that in order for Dean to pay attention to, uh, her other assets besides her breasts...she had to employ some rather explicit body language...

As a closing note...if someone knows of a site where I can find more black and white photos of BUSTY women, please let me know...the problem with erotica is that often the women are less well endowed than I would prefer...still beautiful...but, well, I am the Breastman Extraordinaire afterall...thanks...


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Chapter 1: "Dean Plucks a Rose," a selection from his blockbuster pornographic fantasy novel, Dean's World

In this offering, I provide a segment entitled “Dean Plucks a Rose” from Dean’s World: The Fantasy Files. In Dean’s world, I am a party boy par excellence. In this fantasy world I am fairly well off financially, such that I can fully indulge my need for big boobed, healthy hipped, ample assed beauties.

In Dean’s world, I have a stable of six steady fucks, ranging in age from an early fifty-something MILF to a pair of 21 year old roommates and an 18 year old neighbor. The ladies range from the voluptuous to the slim and stacked and all in between. In addition to his steady girls, in Dean’s world, there are always other women who enter for a scene or two and then withdraw.

But remember, this is Dean’s world…where he gets all he wants, when he wants, of hopping, flopping titties, and shaking, quaking asses, lively lips, talented tongues, easily spread legs and always eager pussies. It’s Dean’s world!!!

In today’s installment, Dean is spending an afternoon with the newest addition to his stable of horny, always ready women.

In this naughty vignette I use as the model for my little fantasy the Japanese big bust star Fuko.

The first time Rose joined Dean for a weekend away at his beachfront cabin...she was a little bashful....

...before undressing at night...she insisted Dean turn out the lights...then, she would scurry across the room and slip under the covers next to Dean...

...but Dean proved to be very patient with her...

....and Rose soon learned that he really did like her, for her...not just because she had large, Dean truly appreciated her in her entirety... the time of their third stay at Dean's beachfront cabin, Rose was comfortable walking around topless for a little the time of the fourth trip, she hardly ever donned her bikini the fifth time...well, Rose wondered why she even bothered to pack a bikini...

She began her career as a gravure (bikini) model but then progressed to topless and into porn. While she is not the most exciting porn star—her acting skills leave a great deal to be desired—she still has a splendid set of big beauties that are a delight to watch.

In this story, Fuko, named Rose in my fantasy, is a neighbor, just barely eighteen and living with her widower father. Rose comes over to Dean’s on a Sunday morning for a little romp…

Let’s join in…

“Dean Plucks a Rose.”

From where I sit in the entertainment section of my large second story bedroom I can see the beautiful Sunday morning sky—it’s a kite-flying sky, clear, even a bit crisp, painfully blue. The French doors are splayed open with a resplendent view of the neatly trimmed, well tended municipal park, with its puffy green clouds of honeysuckle, and formidable walls of hedges that box in several winding, weaving bone colored walking trails, all soldiered by large, heavy topped oaks. A dog barks, three long husky bellows, and someone calls: here Starkey. The gauzy curtains inhale, exhale in rhythmic huffs.

I am sitting naked on my bedroom couch with a Waterford tumbler half filled with Knob Creek bourbon on the rocks in one hand and my cock in the other. I hear the water in the bathroom running in a continuous hissing, then the tiny, high pitched squeak of the faucet being turned off, a yelp really, it sounds like a little dog, with its tail or paw being stepped on. I smile.

If you were to ask my friends and acquaintances what does Dean do, they might look off to the side, pausing for a moment or two, taking a gentle sip of their drink to buy time, to find the words and most would reply, well I'm not sure but I think he is in investments, I know he does something in real estate. But if pressed, no, really what does he do, for fun, does he have any hobbies? A few, maybe five or six who know me well might grin, leer really, lean close and lower their voice, glance furtively from side to side, a quick turn over their shoulder: Dean, well, Dean? He is a fucker of women. They would let that sit with you for a beat or two, and then they would lean even more closely, give out a lusty chuckle. Truth be told, my friend, more specifically, he's a fucker of big-tittied women.

Yes, it's true.

I am into recreational sex, of that there can be no doubt. Yet, like any dedicated sportsman, I take my sport of choice very seriously and invest into it very heavily. Since coming into all my money a little over a year and a half ago, I've tried to maintain a six woman stable of steady fucks. Every two months or so, someone drops out. One or two realized there was no future with me, so they bailed. One found a better deal…a true sugar daddy, older and wealthier and I said go for it. Two of them…their husbands were transferred out of town. So, I'm always in the market for potential replacements.

Another problem, like most heavy players with a mixed stable, if you don't have a lay over from Saturday night, Sunday mornings can be dry.

Of my six steady lays at present, one of them is a single mother. Georgina, or GG as I call her, is a forty-something MILF. Her daughter Leann attends a college a few miles out of the city, so it is unpredictable when she will be at home. Momma doesn't like to fuck around when her daughter is in the house. GG and I go through the motions and our weekly time together often begins with steak night at Chasers', one of her favorite haunts. Then, as we leave, while in the parking lot, I usually grope my way all over her plush body, her horny, me horny. We begin our little fuck fest by me turning her around, bending her over the hood of my car…well, more about that later.

But on Sundays, GG usually lunches with her mother at the retirement villa and doesn't get home until about mid-afternoon.

...sometimes GG, while waiting for Dean to come over, would luxuriate in the tub for quite a while in the afternoons...totally losing track of time until she would hear Dean coming into her apartment...

...when they first started dating, GG was a little concerned about keeping Dean waiting...but then, after the first two or three times of her "losing track of time"...well, Dean didn't wait!!! 

Then, there is Joan. She is a thirty-something, MILF, married with children. On Tuesdays, her daughter Katy has dance practice after school, so Maggie doesn’t have to pick up her daughter right at three. So, around nine o'clock in the morning she pulls up at the front of my condo and out of her car she springs, her big ole boobies bouncing, her heavy hanging hooters hopping around beneath a thin cotton sweater, the big orbs wobbling and wagging about as she slings her purse over her shoulder. She goes around the back and enters through my patio door and we proceed to “tear the house down.” Ah, my titty tugging Tuesdays.

But on Sundays, well, she has a family, the suburban barbeque, kid’s soccer; taking care of her husband for their weekly fuck.

....on those weekends when Dean would spend the night...Joan soon discovered the best way to get Dean up in the morning...

...yes, once Joan got Dean up in the morning...well, Dean stayed up...

Then there is Heather. My townhome backs onto the park. It fronts Fall River Lane. Across the street is a line of moderately upscale homes, peopled by Republicans with big ass cars and tended to by hired landscapers in floppy campaign hats and screaming leaf blowers, houses plopped down onto rich green lawns, houses sitting grandly, smugly secure amid drooping old oaks that afford a cantilevered presence over the street. Directly across and one house to the right, live the Margraves. Franklin, senior partner in the law firm, Shane, O'Shea, Margrave and Hampton, indeed a mouthful I suppose for the poor receptionist.

Heather. Hmmm. A well preserved fifty-something with a set of Hindenburg hooters. She has that classic burlesque-queen, pin-up girl figure of a bygone era. Heather spends her days on various activities, there is the garden club, the country club with the four-maybe five-glasses of wine lunches with the girls, maybe a shopping spree into the city and, oh, by the way, the periodic romp with me.

Heather loved to surprise Dean by showing up at his place in the late afternoon, before he got home..

...and while she loved to lay naked by his pool..

...she also knew how much Dean enjoyed undressing her...

Then, there is Mitzi and Carol. Fuck. They share an apartment not far from my town home, down Fall River, left on Oak Lawn, three miles then right onto Harper where the de facto gated community of Fallbrook ends on its north side. Here, there are blocks and blocks of apartments serving the mid and low level staff of the medical center, students at the university and secretaries and paralegals and telemarketers and order takes from the south side business district. Mitzi is a 21 year old college student, working it on Daddy's dollar. Carol, also 21, is a sales clerk for Macy's downtown. She takes a class too from time to time. I pay for their apartment, pay some on tuition and in return get to fuck them both—our arrangement is I get to do them for a day once a week. However, there is one condition—this is their stipulation if you believe it—I am never to fuck them individually. They come as a pair--we do a threesome a time or two, they take turns doing me, throughout our time together.  Typically, they prefer to come to my place so they can raid my bar, or on occasion, I take them up to Palisades Park for a Saturday of it—where they serve poolside as my two young lay around girls for the day.

...for Mitzi, lisening to Dean and Carol in the next room, all their moaning, the occasional yelp of pleasure, the creaking of the bed, their bodies clapping together...the primal sounds o release...well, by the time it was her turn to be with Dean...poor guy didn't get much of a chance for foreplay...

...Carol loved to frolic with Dean outside, by his pool...the only problem was that after the first couple of times...when she was with her boyfriend, Carol would have to insist on keeping the lights out...afterall, how was she to explain the disappearance of her tan lines without her boyfriend becoming suspicious...

Mitzi doesn't have a family nearby but she does have a bonehead boyfriend who usually sleeps over on Saturday night.

Carol does have family and usually spends Sundays with them—my day in the den of dysfunction, she sighs, as she gulps down some more of my Glenfiddich.

Usually on Sundays I try to find a provider, which in itself can be problematic. However, I have a line on one or two who, for a premium, will service me well for a few hours on a Sunday. If I have her over early, we get off to a slow start; they're working girls after all. But we end up having a bang up time of it.

But today, I smile, look down onto the slivers, sabers and shards of light dancing and sliding around the edges of the ice floating in the amber pool of bourbon. I take a sip and jack on my dick, today I'm with one of my regulars—the sixth and newest of my fuck buddies—Japanese, her English name is Rose.

I jack my Johnson readying myself for my second go at this little Japanese wonder. She comes out of the bathroom and I go rock hard.

Her titanic titties are all agleam where she has taken a damp rag and towel to clear them of my load. A few minutes ago, she had been kneeling down before me, her knees on a pillow, giving me a sloppy, slurping, saliva soaked sucking, rocking up and down, back and forth over my member—the fingers of one hand butterfly tickling my balls, the other hand rubbing softly over my thigh and abdomen.

After a few minutes of that sweet attention, I had pulled free of her mouth, stood up, pulled her up onto the couch and mounted her at the waist. Rose had accommodated me by giving my dick a great tit hug and I had humped away at those huge honeys.

...Dean was the first man she had ever been with who she let titty fuck first, she had been very hesitant...

...but eventually it became one of her favorite things to do with Dean...especially when he had been inside her so many times and she needed a little "rest" down there...

At that critical moment I had pulled out of that wonderful valley of tit flesh and begun to whack away at those large lovelies, bunch 'em up baby I had begged and she had, the scene just too much for me and I had sprayed, splattered and sputtered out my spunk, spewed my sperm, made my mighty man mess on those magnificent, massive mounds—I had fucking messed all over those mammaries. I had groaned and moaned, gasped and grunted in my lust, urged on by her sweet little coos, her oohs and aahs. She had given me that Oh, baby look at you go, yes, give me that nice load.

Three thick threads had thrust out of my dick, the first one rocketing up and onto her cute little face, then the second one flopped out onto her balled up left boob, then the third plopped right down into her cleavage. Then, it's all crazy as I jack it all out, flipping, flinging, flicking my gobs of man goo onto her big beauties. Yes, I left a virtual archipelago of cum across her tits, a forearm, and a shoulder.

....and that Dean...she would say to

...oh baby, Rose would coo...we did good....

Oh, we did good, she says as she takes me in hand, finishing the job, draining my balls, letting her titties drop and I groan anew at their sag and heft, gather them up and hug my dick with them once more, hump them and glory in my total access to these huge honkers.

At some point during our time together over the last two months she began to equate her performance with the number of times I cum, along with the quality, rather quantity, of my loads. Who am I to disabuse her of that notion?

Rose stands 5 feet tall, maybe 5’1”. Dark, fine hair as is common among the Japanese. She sports a mild tan and the cutest, brightest smile, little girl giggle and lusty laugh. But, of course, for me it's the tits that matter. They would be big on a tall woman, but on her diminutive frame they are huge. Rose has a set of truly natural torpedo titties that hang down just above her waist, perky nipples. They are soft, with that firmness of youth, but springy and lively, mushy in good measure. She could easily be one of those gravure models so popular in Japan.

...Dean was sooo nice to her...every once in a while he would buy her new bikini...although, frankly, she never got to wear it very much....

Rose isn't plush bodied, but she is probably about five, maybe ten pounds overweight for her height, perfect for me. I like that quiver and quake when I'm humping her from behind, gripping those cheeks.

After our second or third time together, after I had fucked her a time or two during that session, she had come out of the bathroom and pondered her nude profile in one of the several stand up, panel mirrors I keep strategically placed about my town home.

I'm fat she had pronounced.

I was sitting on the couch jacking off slowly, rhythmically, as I stared at her boobs, me wanting them in my lap once more.

It's baby fat, sweet tits.

Yeah, but I don't like it.

Well, honey, you can either go on a diet or we can fuck it off you.

Rose had flashed that headlight bright grin, giggled and turned to give me full frontal as she watched me jacking off to her. Hmmm, diet or dick?

It didn't take long to see what she decided. I remember groaning in anticipation as she moved slowly across the room toward me.

I leer at her ass as she makes her way over to my wet bar. It's a nice rolling rump and I try to recount the times I've looked down on it as I did her from behind, or gripped a cheek or two as she sat astride me.


...Dean loved that rearview...but of course, as a committed breastman...he loved the fact there were several mirrors strategically placed throughout his condo...

She has developed quite an affinity for Bombay gin and likes to party with it, and she often has a bit too much during out fuck sessions. This bothers me a bit—I’m not totally without scruples. But the more central issue: she is eighteen, barely. Her daddy is a big time architect and real estate developer with all manner of muscle at city hall. It's risky enough she sucks my dick on a fairly regular basis and then staggers home half drunk. Damn. I am going to miss boffing and banging that heavy hootered honey.

However, as I mentioned earlier, I am always on the hunt.

I watch her pour out Bombay into a highball glass with an ice cube or two. Rose has her back to me as she tips back her head and takes in a long gulp of gin. I can see those big beauties from around her sides, like two elongated moons rising on an alien horizon. I jack a little harder, a little faster at the scene.

I take another sip of bourbon and pick up my phone.

Rose looks my way, and I watch the fresh action as she turns to face me. Damn, those titties. I can’t stop jerking off to them.

Rose takes a drink, and looks at me head on. She lowers her head, gives me that come hither look, that tight little girl grin, reaches up and jiggles a jug, makes it go wild with fleshy ripples. My mouth drops and I grip myself a little tighter.

She crawls out of bed and those hooters hop and flop about and she heads my way, slowly, shaking and swinging her tits.

Rose sits down beside me; I pick up my drink as she takes over the dick action, giving me soft, gentle, delicate strokes, staring at her work.

Rose slides down in front of me and starts some serious work on my dick.

Oh, fuck. Matt I gotta go. This little thing just went down me.

I watch her pretty head bobbing up and down, that soft silky hair draping me, her fingers working my balls…..hmmm.

I alternate between closing my eyes, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy and watching. Her tongue slicks up and down, flits over the tip of my cock, then she’s back to fucking me with her mouth, it all feels so good. I reach down and take a titty in hand, the left one, the right one; and those hooters are so soft as they bobble out a gentle beat against my thigh. She works me up good.

The sight of all that female flesh, tits, arms, and soft little hands, feathery hair, her pussy and slight tummy—it all nearly tips me over. Rose licks my balls, rides that tongue up my shaft and then slips me into her mouth again…follows this rhythm over and over.

I just sit there and let her fuck my cock with her mouth—until I nearly cum.

Now, you can hump hooters all day, top off titties by spraying them with your spunk. You can get all the jug hugs, letting her jack you off with her big jigglers. She can suck your dick and lick your balls. She can hand job you off to completion and you can jack it out onto her tummy or ass. But until you stick it into her pussy, you haven’t really fucked her.

And so, I regain control and pull her off of me.

Pussy time baby, I moan. Time for pussy, I groan.

I watch her big wonders wobble about. She stands and asks, how do you want it, baby? I use both hands to motion for her to climb on—let’s go baby, ride this thing.

....and while Dean gave Rose's titties a great deal of attention...Rose would remind Dean of his oft told adage...Dean, baby, while not all buttmen are breastmen, all breastmen ARE, Dean would graciously relent and let Rose work it with a reverse cowgirl position...they had that kind of relationship, reall give and take...

After enjoying the sight of her ass, after giving her ass cheeks a few little love smacks, me squeezing her butt, roaming my hands over hips and back, watching that pussy working up and down on my dick, loving the feel of fucking this hot little number, I gently push her off me…Rose emits a little moan. I turn her around, kiss her tummy and jiggle her jugs and pull her back toward.

I grab me some titty as she straddles me. I nibble on her nipples as she works my dick into her again. I sigh, she sighs, as Rose slides down onto me, her pussy is really wet.

Rose rides me good, grinding her ass and raking her clit over me. I watch her pretty face contort in pleasure, she emits little gasps and barks and this excites me all the more.

You like she asks. I look up at her, well, baby, I’ve an ass cheek in one hand and a big ole titty in the other, my cock is up in your pussy, yeah, I like.

I heft up her hooters, the left one the right one, over and over and suckle on her nipples, bury my face into their lushness, bobble and bat them around. Make them bounce and bunch them up and let them drop. All the while she is working that clit, jacking my dick with her pussy. Her eyes closed, her moaning and murmuring, purring and pouting, then her breath catches a time or two and then her ass is going wild. My hands grip her cheeks, working it, guiding that wonderful up and down action.

I press her close to feel those large lovelies against me, and she rubs them over me, brushing them over my chest.

Oh, baby this is my favorite dick to fuck. Is mine your favorite pussy?

Oh, I groan out, crazy in lust, yes I mumble into her bountiful bosom. Of course, for me, my favorite pussy is the one in which I have just inserted my dick. So, technically, I’m telling her the truth.

We hump for a few minutes and then I feel her cum. Her pussy walls grip my dick and then I’m slick with the results of her climax. She pauses and then I bump her a time or two and then she resumes her rutting. When I cum, I fucking slam at her, and because she is so light, I hump her and pump and those titties bobble and bounce and she gasps and giggles and laughs and I blow my load up into her, spasm after spasm of spunk spurting pleasure.

I clasp her to me, press those gorgeous titties against me, rub lovingly over her body, going for her bottom, her boobies—because I can, because this little piece of ass is mine. We hold this pose while we catch our breath.

My next go at her, I take Rose from behind out on the balcony. When we had finally uncoupled, after our fuck session on the couch, Rose had gone right to the bar and reworked her drink—then to the bathroom to douche. I had washed myself off and then poured out a healthy Knob Creek and returned a call from Justin, my partner in our remodeling business.

We had taken our drinks out onto the balcony. Sitting down, we chatted a while. The park was busy, but at this time of day, my side is in the shadows. So, I reach over, while we sip our drinks, and rub my hand along Rose’s thigh. When she sees me growing hard at the physical contact, she downs her drink and stands, her fabulous fun bags all bobbing about and wobbling around, I lean into her and bury my face into them, pressing and moaning and groaning as I rake my face over those huge honeys.

When I stand, she is so short her hanger bangers hang down so low I can touch them with my dick and this just simply—always—drives me crazy with lust. I tit grab, ass grab while she softly strokes me, fondles my balls.

How you want me? She purrs, watching her hand and my cock.

Turn around and bend over baby, it’s pussy time again.

And so, I had banged her bottom good, her arms on the railing, her hips in my grip, her titties galloping in time to my exertions, her cheeks quaking, our bodies clap-clap-clapping together, each of us moaning out.

Oh that’s good pussy.

Oh that’s good dick, baby.

And I had roamed my hands over as much of the little woman’s body I could reach, ass cheeks, thighs, hips, titties, loving the view, loving the feeling. I gave long strong strokes. Going in deep, at which point she would gasp, then I pulled out to the tip of my dick. Then back in—her pussy nice and tight, but slick and silky. Over and over and over. Just fucking the little thing, getting what I needed. Taking it and pussy pumping her, making those titties tumble about and I’m just lost in lust. I felt her cum twice, both times backed into me, bucked and bumped against me in her eagerness, in her own lustful abandon and when I came, I go cum creaming crazy, just yelped fuck that pussy and piston fucked her, ravished that rump, jacking my dick with her pussy, grunting as each sperm spewing spurt rifled out of my cock into her deepness.

For some time, we stayed in position, me rubbing lovingly over her ass, reaching around to heft up her hanging hooters, patting her ass, kneading those cheeks, wanting to keep this for myself, wanting it available, on call, wanting to just fuck her over and over and then I resume my pumping, a slow, and steady humping, draining my balls.

Then, I looked out over the park grounds, its gentle blanket rolls of green, and saw him—we call him Captain—sitting on a park bench. He had been watching—all he could have possibly seen was the top of our heads, hers bobbing up and down, mine behind her. But it would have been enough to figure out what we were doing. The Captain, US Coast Guard retired. He saluted me and I chuckled and saluted back. Then, I gave her little ass a nice little love smack, pulled free of Rose’s pussy and took a sip of my drink.

Fifteen minutes later, we are spaced out on my bed. I’m on my back, kicked back at half incline, she on her side, pressed next to me, head on my chest. Her big boobies mashed between us, one of her legs over mine and she softly fondles my balls, and with her fingers she feather strokes over my thighs and abdomen, back to the balls, finger sliding up and down my shaft, back to the balls in a wonderful, lazy, calming rhythm. I stroke over her ass, give her cheek a couple sharp little love smacks and back with my right hand and with the left, I reach over to retrieve my drink.

As I sip, I reflect. Damn. I jacked off twice before Rose arrived, once, when I first woke up and then once more in the shower. My first go at her had been when I went cum creaming crazy, topped off those titties, just partied down on them. Yes, I had glazed those huge honeys quite well thank you very much. Then, there was the first real fuck of the day when we had fucked on the couch and later when I humped and hammered her hind end on the balcony. I sip my drink again, awash with the wonderful post coital feeling of self satisfaction, warm in my hedonistic glow, knowing I could roll her over, slip inside her and just pump away any time I wanted. And I smile, gloat really, in the realization that I will be able to get after her until about 4:00 o’clock when Rose has to be home before her daddy comes in from his golf game. Rose feels so soft and warm and she’s taking sweet care of my balls. I’m feeling really fine.

I set my glass down and reach down and softly, gently stroke over her tit, flick her nipple, squeeze that jug and jiggle it. I move my hand up and tilt her face up toward me. I kiss her long and lovingly. My little pussy I think as her lips work against mine, my little fuck as she rises up, her boobs draped over me. My cock begins to stir, grow. Rose smiles as she pulls her face from mine, are you ready to get worked up again baby? She purrs. And again I think, hot fucking damn. I lay back and tell her, rub those big beauties over me honey. And she does. Yes, Rose gives me a wonderful tit rub, a boob brush. From toe to head. It is fucking incredible. As she rises up on all fours I gasp at the sight of her hooters hanging and hopping, swinging and swaying. She pauses long enough for me enjoy some tit play with my hands as I bobble those boobies, bounce them around, heft up those hooters…then, she is at my feet and ankles and I begin to moan and groan as she rubs them, strokes them over me from left to right. And that tit softness nearly sends me over the top as she makes her way up to my thighs. And again when she bobs them up and down on my crotch, pressing them against my cock. Rose lets me slip my cock in between them and I press those titties against me, jug hug my dick with them and she accommodates nicely by rocking back and forth for several strokes, jacking my cock with them. Then, she moves up along my stomach, draping me with them, letting them pool and pancake over me, dabbing up and down, left and right and then, oh fuck, then they are in my face while I’m grabbing ass and smacking cheeks and kissing titty and sucking nipple.

All the time, she is humming and whispering, oh yes, baby you like titty don’t you. Yes, you like that tit rub don’t you.

I felt that my cock was about to explode and I grabbed, flipped her onto her back and sucked on tit again, kissing them, slobbering over them in my lust and gradually, slowly made my way down across her stomach and lower abdomen until I was between her legs, lapping at her thighs, clit and pussy lips. It was her turn now to moan and groan. While I tongue fucked her Rose alternated between pressing her thighs against my head and then splaying her legs wide, grinding my face into her and then lovingly combing my hair with her fingers, cooing and begging me never to stop. Rose came twice as far as I could tell. I stayed there quite a while, until she was soaked all over her thighs and my face was slick with her juices and my saliva. I loved giving her the action. I’ve been told by a number of my bed buddies that licking a woman down is one of my great talents. And Rose was very grateful.

She pulls up, presses me onto my back and Rose is a vision as she climbs up on me. Those hooters hang down and swing free as she straddles me. I feel the warmth and wetness of her thighs and when she lifts my cock up and slides slowly down I nearly lose my load. I lay there, getting fucked, she does the work for a while. I play with Rose’s hooters, enjoying them, rubbing over her ass, feeling my dick being stroked by her pussy. She grins down at me, oh baby, does that feel good, am I doing you right?

I look up at her, reach up to press her face in my hands, and we kiss softly then deeply and I rearrange my hands. Well, and I’m a happy fucker indeed.

After a while of this, I pull her to me and roll her over. Rose emits her little giggle and as I adjust on top of her she says, ok fuck, now I’m going to really get nailed. And I do it. I fucking hammer down on that lovely little big boobied babe. I piston fuck her, she’s grunting with every other thrust and her eyes are clinched shut. Rose’s tits are flopping and flying, swimming up and down in time with my drives into that pussy. I want to make sure, in my fevered mind, that when I’m finished with her, she knows she’s been fucked and fucked good. Her legs are in the air and when I look over at the stand up mirror, one of several which I have placed strategically about my second story play room, I feel so strong and powerful. She has her hands on my ass, and as I thrash about on top of her, she begs me, oh baby fuck me, oh you fuck me sooooo good, Oh that big dick works so good for me. Oh baby, take what you need, yes, get it, get it. Do me, do me, do me, do me, it’s all yours.

Rose is so slight of body, so short and yet there they are, those outsized titties and they’re mine to fondle and fuck, to touch and top off and that pussy, oooh, this young pussy, damn I tip over. I unload. I just simply go pussy pumping crazy. I groan and grunt with each throb into her. Finally, I lay still on top of her. She rubs her soft fingers over my back and ass, her legs winged out to the sides. Her titties pressed out between us. I pump her a few more times, loving that pussy. Then, I roll off her.

We both mutter, fuck.

Four hours, a light lunch, several drinks and seven fucks later, we are standing in the shower. She soaps me up, and jacks me off while I grope over her ass, her titties, savoring again being taken care of by this young little Japanese beauty. They look so damned good, all slick and shiny and while she works on my dick, staring at her hand action, cooing to me, yes baby let it go, give it up for me, I jiggle them, bat them about.

I realize she is a little drunk, and she is eager for me to cum--to work her magic on my dick. I do let go. Damn, it shoots out of me again.

Twenty or so minutes later, I am standing, naked of course, at my balcony, watching the hot little fuck walking, staggering a bit admittedly, down the pathway back to her father’s condo at the other end of the complex. I sip my drink and work on my dick, admitting to myself that I am one horny mother fucker, staring at her ass tightly ensconced in a pair of denim shorts. She turns around and I notice that her titties are hanging down low and realize she isn’t wearing her bra. Rose waves at me and I lift up and make a jacking off gesture. She giggles, covering her mouth and then, glancing about, looks up at me again and shakes her boobies about. I laugh and wave back.

A little later, after I cum one more time out on the balcony, thinking about her hand action in the shower, how she sucked me off four times, how I came on her tits another three times, how I banged her butt, rammed her rump, nailed her to my bed, I clean myself off and walk through the condo to get dressed for my rendezvous with GG, I come across Rose’s bra draped across the back of the couch. I grin, taking it into the bedroom, dropping the inordinately large item into a bottom drawer of my huge armoire—adding it to my collection. I muse, smile, she is one great little fuck.

Sunday, September 5, 2010's best for your skin if you air don't need to towel off after a shower...

Just a short entry...

Dean woke up with quite a hangover...all his girlfriends were out of he had partied like crazy with his good buddy Chuck....well into the at the end of their bad boy trek Chuck had insisted that he crash at his place, Dean not being in any condition to drive home...Dean had resisted at first, for he knew that Chuck's wife Terry thought Dean was a bad influence on her husband...., around 9:30 or so the next morning, Dean staggered out of the spare bedroom and stumbled, accidentally, into Terry and Chuck's bedroom, just as Terry was exiting the bathroom...imagine Dean's was indeed an awkward moment for both of them...for Dean always slept in the nude...and had, in his need for a bathroom himself, neglexted to don any clothes....

...while Terry did disapprove of her husband's association with Dean...Chuck was after all a married man with many responsiblities....she had heard so much about Dean from three of her girlfriends...each of whom told about their sexual exploits with Dean in such explicit detail...and, well, as to one particular description...let's just Dean stood there naked in her bedroom...there was no denying the accuracy of her friends' portrayal of Dean...

...but this presented quite a conundrum for Terry...for she was best friends with Dean's three girlfriends...and Dean was her husband's best friend...what to do, what do, what to do???

...well, even as she struggled for words...even as she waited for Dean, in his naked state, to explain himself, why on earth--she wanted to act indignant--are you in my bedroom, naked!?!...well, Dean's own body langauge...that is to say...his appendage which displayed with such certainty his interest in her spoke for him...and proved to be a very persuasive argument...a, shall we say...a long argument as to why they should simply take advantage of this chance encounter...

...but she had a few conditions...Terry told Dean..first off, I've heard how you are...Chuck gets home from work a little after we have to set all the alarms for no later than 5:30 pm so I will have a chance to shower and you can get out of here..Dean now it wasn't only his head that was throbbing...

What a sex pot...I love looking at that goregous set....

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Chloe decides on a little home cuming surprise for Dean...

I know I've featured a Chole Vevrier series before but just had to post these four incredible shots of a couple of delightful little video clips.  I admit to being totally fascinated by Chloe and I don't mind admitting to an immediate, emphatic and strong physical reaction to her every time I see her splendid body in action...her oh so pretty face, that German accent, her soft looking skin, those gorgeous, bulbous boobs, that delicious looking rump...a dream girl indeed...the mere thought of being able to space out with a woman like Chloe, to be able to savor the sight, taste and touch of her beautiful body sends me into a kind of low grade fever of lust....

Chloe was quite excited...Dean had been away on business for almost an entire week...the longest they had been apart since that first wild, torrid night of raw passion that had launched them together on a sexual escapade that was both exhausting and exhilirating...but Dean had just called...he was back in town and on his way to see her...on his way, in his words, to take take his pleasure...and so, in anticipation, she readied herself for his manly onslaught of her body...

...yes...she wanted it all to be perfect...Chloe prepped herself...anointing her body with the oils the aroma of which pleased her man...ingnited him with heat and fired his lust...

...she imagined him coming through the door...consumed by his need for her...his body enflamed in a fever of wanton desire, pulling off his necktie, hurling his shoes across the floor, peeling away his pants--revealing the full measure of his manhood...she imagined the ways in which he would take her...that first time in six and a half days, four hours, 30 minutes...yes, she had indeed counted the days, the hours, the minutes...there would be no need for foreplay that first would simply be primal, base relieve and release...oh how they would moan and pant, groan and grunt throughout their exertions...until both their bodies spasmed with pulses of mind numbing pleasure...

...but Chloe knew...she had some say in how that first encounter might take place...if she lay just like this...she knew just how he would take her...and she knew just where Dean would place his hands...where he would roam over her body with them...and she imagined anew how it would feel to have him slip his magnificent manhood inside her...working them both to sexual completion...yes, she emitted a little bark of excitment...felt a tweak of a climax when she heard Dean's car door slam shut...oooh her man was home...and not a moment too soon....

...sometimes Chloe would arrive at Dean's place just as he was getting home from work...these moments of coincidence, these serendipitous moments, provided ample opportunity for some spontaneity that Chloe simply loved... was simply fortuitous that Dean's deck was pretty much secluded from the view of his neighbors...

Just a brief comment, what a sexy be able to leer over a woman's beautiful bottom and still see her large lovelies from the side...