A Woman's Guide to Getting Dean To "Stand up" and Take Notice!

...Madge was a bit depressed...she knew Dean was dating--well, she had to be frank with herself--Dean was, she knew, intimate with at least three of her friends...yet, Dean didn't seem at all interested in her...she was soooo frustratied...

...then, one morning...it suddenly occurred to her--a true flash of insight--why Dean wasn't interested in her...the reason was so obvious...

...she simply had not displayed her charms to him in their most favorable light...well, needless to say, Madge had found a way to get Dean's attention...yesirree...

...of course, Madge knew it was one thing to get Dean's attention...quite another to keep him coming back for more...but Madge unlocked that little secret as well...Yep, Dean kept cuming and cuming and cuming back for more...she had to laugh when she thought about it...it really was all so simple...

A couple days ago, I left work early to join my buddies Matt and Randy for a pint at one of our favorite pubs. This particular dinking establisment features a barmaid named Daisy. Daisy is a sweetheart..balancing a healthy respect for her boss with a desire to serve her clientele with a pleasant demeaor, the occasional beer "on the house" and overall "big sister" care.

At first glance, Daisy is--forgive me for being superficial--but she is often described as average looking. Her hair is a plain brown, parted in the middle, draping down each side of her face in limp somewhat dull curtains. I've never seen her wearing makeup. She almost always wears a loose fitting blouse and either baggy blue jeans or a billowing skirt. Sandals or slightly grimed up sneakers.

Everyone likes Daisy...but no one really notices Daisy. However, I would call my erstwhile reader to remember the old adage--you can't judge a book by its cover....

I recently experienced the wonderful pleasure of fucking Daisy. Yes, I got to see her naked and I enjoyed some delightful tit play...her oral skills could use some practice--but, this afternoon she is coming over--so she will have ample opportunity to hone her technique. Yes, I discovered that beneath all that clothing is a splendid set of titties, a round, rolling rump and a nicely shaved pink pussy. Yes, don't judge a book...and so forth...

But of course, I did not reveal my secrets to Matt and Randy. Daisy is in a "committed" relationship. She lives with one of the regular patrons of said pub.

During the course of my drinking bout with Matt and Randy, three women walked in...One lady was outstanding in her appearance...a tall, auburn haired woman with a slender build, modelesque as one might say, beautiful, porcelain smooth, pale skin. The second was a little more frumpily dressed in buisness type attire--a brunette with windblown hair. The third woman was rounded, almost chubby. They ran, from left to right, to outright beautiful, slightly less attractive, to--well, as my friends asserted, average looking.

Matt, Randy and I launched into a discussion of which one we would choose to go after. Both of my drinking buddies agreed the redhead, then the bruneete. They both said they would pass by the third woman.

I demurred. I said, flat out, I would choose the third woman. They of course assumed my decision was solely based on the woman's obvious buxom features. Well, that of course played well into my assessment. But I have, over the years, developed what I believe to be a finely tuned sense of what a woman might look like in the nude. Naturally, one cannot possibly know with aboslute certainaty if a woman, once unclothed, will have a nice body--but I've more often than not been pleasantly surprised.

Hence, today's post. I present photos of what others have described as average looking women...simply to prove my point...and at the risk of boorish redundancy...you cannot judge a book by its cover...

As always, the captions are from Dean's world...and they refer to the photo above them..also, those asterisks indicate just how many times I was distracted in the course of posting...

Enjoy!

...it came to pass that Mandy's two best friends, Chrissie and Tammi became quite jealous of all the attention that Dean fawned upon Mandy...for both Chrissie and Tammi truly thought they both were much more attractive that Mandy...they kept trying to find out Mandy's secret...

...well, Mandy wasn't about to reveal her secret to her two best friends...but Mandy knew it had all been quite simple...the first rule to getting Dean's attention was to simply be right up front with him....that is really what made her stand out from the crowd the first time she had met Dean at the Club 9...when he introduced himself and said hello, can I buy you a drink, she had replied...Dean, do you like to titty fuck?

Now, first I think the young woman above has a cute face. But on the surface, she isn't beautiful in the classical sense of the word. And, further, as in the case of my two drinking buddies Matt and Randy, she probably would not have much magnetic pull in a crowded bar or club. But, beginning with the above photo--things get a little more interesting. That gorgeous tit hanging out, so sweet looking, tasty and freshly ripe.

...thirty minutes later...they were in her apartment...and yes, she did find out...Dean does like to titty fuck!!!  But as pretty as her titties were, she knew that Dean had access to many, many big boobed women...so it would take more than dangling her titties in front of him to keep Dean interested....

As young as those lovelies are, in this photo we get a sense of their pliancy, their potential for bounce and bobble...the above photo invites thought of taking her slim body from behind and humpming away, making thos honeys swing and sway....

...so, Mandy quickly learned that the key to keeping Dean coming back for more...

Let's be honest...I like to fuck pussy.  I mean, I really, REALLY like to fuck pussy.  And if I don't get any for a few days I turn surly.  As a tit man I, of course, have to take in hand huge honeys, bobble them about, kiss on them, get my cock hugged by them, top them off with my load.  I love grabbing ass and jiggling healthy cheeks.  I love getting my cock sucked and I love pleasuring my woman with my tongue.  But inspite of all that--if you don't get to slip that cock inside her pussy, you haven't really furcked. 

One of life's dear delights is to watch a woman strip down, offering up her tits, her ass, her mouth and of course, that wonderland of pussy between her legs...this girl in the above photo moves from being a little cutie, to being a dream girl, all with the unveiling of her lovely body.

...was to keep him cuming...and cuming...and cuming....

As she beckons...who could resist that delicious looking body, the imminent feel of spacing out on top all that firm yet soft female flesh--taking her, doing her over and over, roaming hand, mouth and cock all over that lovely terrain...being serviced through the touch of her hands, the stroke of her tongue, the sweet work of her pussy....

...so,, after a few weeks, Dean--like any man--had become conditiioned.  She knew that he knew that when she invited him to come over, that he would indeed cum all over...

From the piercing blue eyes, to the pouty lips, to her pretty and pert titties, those slim hips and soft ass, she turns out to be a splendid lookng woman....yes, she gets an asterisk...*

...Missy had lived next door to Dean for almost six months and while he was friendly to her when they passed each other in the parking lot or at the complex's pool, she knew he really hadn't noticed her...not really.  Further,Missy had pretty much given up on ever getting Dean to pay attnetion to her as she had witnessed the seemingly endless parade of big boobed women going in and out of his apartment throughout the time she had lived next door....

Time for more honesty...this girl, far from being unattractive still would not immediately appeal to me.  The cleavage hints at some delights to behold...but in general, she does not--again, immediately--fit my physical template. 

...she became further discouraged on the afternoons, nights, mornings when she could hear the squeals of sexual delight the women emitted, the raucus laughter, the moans and groans and the incessant banging of the headboard against the wall...

But again, as I insist above, you can't judge a book...nice tan lines, shaved kitty..and a pair of healthy legs offer up the promise of some happy, rolling around in the sack, romping and rutting...

...but one day, Missy took a real hard look at herself...a truly thorough self-appraisal and concluded...hell, I'm just as fine as any of those little trollops that galavant about in Dean's apartment...

While I do not have any photos of her from behind...this photo suggests a cute little ass...love those round hips, and like to imagine bending her over that counter and putting it to her good...hammering away it...ramming that rump until we both find sweet release...

...she concocted a fairly elaborate story--when she bumped into Dean in the parking lot one day, she told him that her cellphone didn't seem to be working very well, would he please call her just to make sure...well, right there, Dean being a gentleman and wanting to help out the young lady, called her phone...right then and there...

Of course, those tits...got to love those nipples, primed and erect...that is a fine, sweet, splendid set...
 

...the next day, while he was in a meeting...Dean received an unexpected message on his cellphone, with an attached photo...the message said, "These can be yours...all you have to do is knock on my apartment door next to yours...Missy....Dean left work early that day...

A tit man's dream...*

...Dean had left that morning for an extended business trip...by noon Karyn had started to miss him terribly...and, knowing Dean, she was certain he would probably hook up with "some big boobed bimbo"...so Karyn sent him a little reminder of what awaited him when he returned home...Dean called to thank her for the little gift...they chatted for a few minutes...

With cleavage like hers, this young woman probably doesn't fall, strictly speaking, into the category of this post.  But I include her because, well, she has a great set of tits.  But again, if those big beauties were hidden from view, camouflaged with a baggy blouse, I might not take immediate notice.

....the next day, she sent him another little gift...when he called her to thank her, they talked for about fifteen minutes...she was a little concerned...Dean got off only once...

Oh to bury my cock inbetween those huge honeys...rocking back and forth, writhing in the pleasure of the press of those large lovelies against my dick...oooh...have to admit to almost losing my load, almost spewing my spunk...



...by the third day of Dean's being away, Karyn was really, really horny...she sent Dean another gift, this time fairly in the morning...Dean called that afternoon...they talked for thirty minutes...she felt a little better...both her and Dean had "gotten happy" twice...she smiled as she disconnected the phone...she hadn't lost her touch...

Can you say, hanger bangers?  They look dense, hefty...and those nipples...wow....*

...the fourth day...Dean returned to his hotel room early...they talked for almost an hour...as for the times they both gasped out in pleasure...well, she lost count...

...by the fifth day...they talked for almost an hour the first time...later, Dean called her again...*

...on the final day of his trip...she sent a final photo...Dean booked an early flight home....

The thought of her prancing around with her tits out and pussy all exposed...her ass wagging as she moves across the room to freshen our drinks...right after I made my man mess all over her big beauties...a sweet, young lush body...

...Missy (see little vignette above) had a good friend, Kim, who was coming in from out of town..unfortunately, Missy had to work that afternoon.  It started raining and Kim was soon bored....now, Missy had made the mistake of telling Kim all about Dean...a guy who lived next door...so, Kim went and knocked on Dean's door...

Again, a very unprepossessing presence...not ugly by any stretch but a young girl next door type...the little sister of your best buddy, a little temp in to fill in for your vacationing secretary, etc....looks, oh how they can be deceivng...

...although Dean was a bit reluctant to let the young woman into his apartment--afterall, Dean thought, he had a good thing going with Missy--pussy, tits, and toungue at the ready right next door...but soon Dean found himself warming to Missy's friend...

Oh such lovely naturals...plump, bulbous with just the right amount of sag and heft to make for some great titty fucking...suddenly, with the drop of a top, she moves from being simply a girl to being the object of lust and desire...my cock is aimed right at them, right now...*

...in fact, it seemed that Kim was quite an intelligent and well rounded young woman...

What a lovable, lickable, kissable, spankable ass...talk about a round rump...the proverbial cushion for the pushing...and again with the sweet, shaved pussy, that pleasure place is so inviting...

...yes...it wasn't long before Dean found himself really getting into this sassy little cutie....

But again, for The Breastman Extraordinaire, its the tits, the tits, the tits...she looks so pretty in pink...and getting her warmed up with hands, tonuge and teasing with my cock I can only imagine how much fun she would be to get naked with her...she looks like she would offer up some very spirited fucking...

As I mentioned at the beginning, Daisy is on her way over...she just called.  Her live in boyfriend is out today golfing...and guess what!?!  I get to spend the afternoon boffing her...yep, I'm a poet...

Hope you enjoyed today's post and have a great week!

Hey honey, come on over to my place...we'll hang out together!

Okay...let me get this out of the way...I woke up this morning with a raging hard-on.  There, I said it!  As I've wrtten here before, I enjoy the occasional, episodic company of two bed buddies. One is a thirty-something mother of two.  A great lay, but crazy when her clothes are on--crazy in the "let's lock up all the sharp objects in the house when she's around, oh yeah, better hide the fine china too--kind of crazy.  A great set of triple D cup size titties...and when she gets horny...look out!!!  Unfortunately, her job takes her out of town often and her kids live with her half time...

I am also am having an affair--I know, I am a complete rake and cad--with a woman in her early fifties who has a great set of what I term Hindenburg hooters...unfortunately she is the wife of a partner of mine in a couple of business ventures...sooo we have to be very, very careful.

But, our little joke is that I call one of them up and invite them over...just to hang out...and of course, they know that I really do want them to hang out!!!

I am, however, nuturing a new relationship with an old friend that I will describe in greater detail on my Tale of Two Titties page...

Nevertheless, I have gone over a week without the touch of a set of tits, without being able to slip inside a woman...haven't nibbled on nipples, licked a clit or grabbed a woman's ass for over a week!!!

Hence, my erectile overdrive this morning...yes, I woke up with huge honeys on my mind...but not jusst any sort of huge honeys....heavy hanging hooters...the sagging, drooping, swinging and swaying variety of boobage..

In post I attemtpt to focus on lesser known large breasted ladies...although I couldn't resist the temptation to include a few well known sets of tits...

Went through my collections...and came up with the following for this blog...enjoy!!!!

As always...the captions refer to the photo above them...and the asterisks let you know where I got, um, er, distracted...lol.

...her car wasn't the only thing that Dean took on a test drive that day...

I love this photo.  What a great set of flopper whoppers.  These remind me a lot of my married bed buddy's set of heavy hanging hooters.  Their sag and heft make for some great titty fucking.  Imagine having that woman sitting on the edge of bed or couch and just hefting the up and hugging your cock with them...wow. *

....Damn, she thought...after a day in bed with Dean it was about all she could do to get her pants on...she wondered how in hell she was ever going to be able to work that night...

Normally, the obscured faces of models as in the example above is a turn off for me...but it occurred to me that I have very many pictures of ebony pics in my collection..something which I am attempting to rectify.  Even though the woman is on her back--those big brown beauties clearly qualifiy as heavy hanging hooters.  I love looking down on a woman's large lovelies graded out to side, spilling over upper arms as I mount her at the waist to get in some tit fucking....and this lady above has a great set of hanger bangers...warm, soft fun bags...

...although Dean had great fun with Clare and her D-cup sized breasts..some time later he would recall the exact moment he decided to instead switch his attentions to her room mate Mistzy....

After staring at her big guns, take a look at her face.  This girl is proud of her set of torpedo titties, and rightly so.  No skinny little cheerleader type here, no slim, trim, prim prom queen here...this young lady has a body built to get a man going...how I would love to fondle and feel, tease and tackle those titties...top them off with my man load...*  Yep, had to put and asterik

...Dean was so sweet...each time Keri asked him to go inside to refresh her daquiri he would eagerly do so..of course, she just couldn't resist giving him a little reward every now and then...

This shot is from a really hot photo set...love the lay of the land in this angle...nicely tanned titties...and outdoor sex!!! 

...even though Maggie knew Dean loved to sleep in on Saturdays...she was pretty confident that if she woke him up early she could not possibly rub him the wrong way...

One of all time favorite bed buddies--alas, she has since married and decided to be monogamous--used to wake me with a delightful tit brush, from ankles to face and back down to my dick...yummy...*...to that bed buddy now gone--thanks for the mammaries...

...when Marcie recognizedd the number on her cell phone she answered right away...it was her friend Mattie calling from the states...hey girl...yeah, we finally made it down to the beach...I know, I now...it's the third day of our vacation but you have to remember, I'm with Dean!!!

I know I have featured this photo in my blog, but I love this shot.  What a gorgeous breast.  I mean, look at the guy laying beside her...I simply couldn't let her out of the motel room...or at the least I would have to cover myself with a towel to hide my hard-on.  I have searched for more photos of her but can't find any...would love to see her full frontal...damn that is a lovely shot.

...by the time Dean stopped by Claire's condo Sunday morning it had begun to rain...they talked about taking in a movie, visiting the museum, making a run for the corner coffee shop...now, none of these ideas appealed to either one of them...finally, Claire suggested they just lay around her place to see if some other idea came up...well, something did come up...and they laid around Claire's place all afternoon...in fact, they laid around unitl Monday afternoon...

I have a series of photos of this woman.  I find her breathtaking.  If anyone knows her name, or where I can find more of her, please let me know.  I've had this collection of photos for some time but no notes.  She qualifies in my book as true jack off girl.  That creamy skin, those lovely, soft breasts and pert, ripe nipples..in this photo she looks like she just got fucked...she has that well laid look...but that she might, just might, be ready for some more humping and pumping...*...*... I would love to have her as a lay around girl for a weekend or so...

...Linda and Marsha had been roommates for several months now...they had learned each other's moods and habits quite well...so, Marsha could always tell on those mornings when Linda's friend Dean was coming over...Linda didn't have to say a word, Marsha just knew...she guessed it was Linda's body language that gave it away.  So, Marsha would go off for a day of shopping, take in a movie, do her homework at the corner coffee shop--because to listen to Linda and Dean going at it--well, that was just too much for Marsha, especially since had strictly and somewhat fiercely told Marsha that she could not, under any circumstances, join in.  Dean was hers, Linda insisted, and hers alone!!!!

I love looking at those tits...I would, of course, love to be able to play with them, get my hands and mouth on them, slip my cock in between them....what a delightful looking young woman, all in her sexual prime...those big beauties, even though they droop with their size and heft, still appear quite firm...further, that expression on her face leads me to believe she would be such fun to roll around with, to romp with, to rut with...

...when she saw Dean, again, becoming aroused, she had to laugh...baby, she told him...if we're going to do it again then we need to move into the guest bedroom..there are too many wet spots on the bed in the master bedroom, hell there are too many wet spots on this couch!!!

Now, that is a real woman...I mean a real woman...those sagging beauties are a tit-man's dream set...she looks like she could just fuck and fuck and fuck...so much woman to fondle and feel...oh how I would to jiggle those tits, grab her ass as I mount her to give her some more cock, give her some pussy pumping...I can imagine how they would swing and swaying when I take her from behind, ramming her rump...or how they would flop and fly with her riding me to her climax...*

...she disapproved of Dean dating her twenty year old daughter...so, she invited Dean over to discuss the issue...she asked him, why nibble on an appetizer when you can jump right to main course...she proved to be very persuasive...

You have to love a big tittied MILF...that is a true set of heavy hanging hooters if I ever saw one...she isn't beautiful in a classic sense of the word, but she is sex personified...she has that look--get that dick over here and put it work--she looks like she could be a real ball buster, and I mean that in the best sense of the word.

Dean, Dean, Dean...tsk, tsk, tsk...you know every time that you and my husband play that drinking game he is going to pass and stay out for hours...

I don't know who this woman is...but she has that "my neighbor's housewife" look to her which I find incredibly exciting.  And those tits...such nice melons..oh honey, forget the dishes, forget washing the clothes and mopping the floor, oh, forget dinner we'll call for delivery...let's get busy!!!!

 

...she had to chuckle...that Dean...he had once more hidden her bra...such a mischievous little devil.  Okay, Okay she conceded, we can do it one more time...but then you have to give me my bra back...then I really have to get going...my husband will be home soon and he likes to have his dinner on the table...

Hot damn...what a set of titannic titties...talk about burying your bone...I could simply lose myself in all that lush boobage...just moaning and groaning as I press my face into all that gorgeous tit flesh, having her drape them over me, swinging and brushing them over me, using my cock to roam over them, in between them...oh my goodness just the thought of getting to play with such a big set gets me going...*

...it seemed that every time she got up on her hands and knees to adjust her beach towel Dean would  maneuver himself just so...not that she complained...in fact, she adjusted her beach towel a few extra times that afternoon...

This is one of a series of shots...she is indeed adjusting her towel, but the expression on her face is priceless...like someone just slipped his cock inside her..and those hanging hooters...swinging swaying titties..simply beautiful...*

...after he had withrawn from her and dsimounted her, she watched Dean with admiration as he walked toward the bathroom...she reached for her diary....

As I've mentioned elsewhere in this blog, I love black and white porn.  This lady is, in my judgement, is dick hardening nice..love the way her titties pancake out..natural titties with some great hang and sag...

...Dear Diary, I am with Dean...we did it again, and again and again...the she mused...as she flipped through her entries the past several days...that phrase, "...we did it again" comprised most of her diary's content...

I love the play of light over her sweet honeys and hip...oh how nice to be able to space out on top of that delicious body, being enveloped by her warm, wet pussy, feeling those titties pressed beneath me, her fleshy thighs against me, her hands on my back and ass will I slowly pump in and out of her, making her moan and groan, reaching under to grab some ass, moving my hand up to fondly feel over her lush titties...*

...come on Dean...give me some rug burns...

This is Sarah Mercury and I have a nice little collection of photos featuring her and her big boobs.  She has a cute face that I like, in addition to great set of tits and nice rolling rump...she definitelys sports a set of hanger bangers...I can imagine settling my cock right in between those big beauties for a nice hooter hug...would love to watch her tit action in my lap...

...Dean was going to be away for quite a while on business, so he had asked Sapphire if they could record their latest afternoon together...give him something to--well, to jerk off to in his hotel room after a long day of meetings...she thought that was so sweet of him--to want to recall all their hot sex...well, it took a while to just the right money shot..Dean is such a perfectionist...but, by the early evening...Dean thought he had enough material to work with in order to cut the time of the recording...

Sapphire is one of the great big girl models and porn queens, indeed.  But even more, she is one of the all time great naughty girls...a nasty girl...she fucks with abandon and helps feed my "I'm fucking my girlfriend's big sister", or "my best friend's wife needs some attention" fantasies...

...she thought...the nice thing about having Dean come over to her place was that she really didn't have to worry about what to wear...

I don't who this plush bodied girl is, but damn that's a nice set of hanger bangers...love the huge areolae and the bulbous shape...a sweater girl.  Again, not pretty in the classical sense, but you get the sense that she loves a good, rollicking time in the sack, a raucous, randy romp...getting banged over and over....

Milena loved spending time at Dean's beach front cabin...of course, she didn't get to see much of the beach...unless he had to return some e-mails...on such occasions she actually got to put on some clothes and go out searching for shells....

Milen Velba is another one of those great all time big tit queens.  I rarely can get through a video clip of hers without popping out a load...love seeing her on hands and knees...they hang down down far--such a sweet view...I think in addition to her massive mams, she has a great ass and lovely skin.  All all around jerk off girl....*

Samantha knew Dean had been down the last two days or so..so, she decided to drop by his office one day to perk him up a bit...Dean really appreciated the gesture...Samantha seemed always know just how to lift his spirits..among other things...

Samantha is one of my favorite big girl porn stars..I love watching her getting it put to her doggie style..or riding cowgirl...her tits are amazing....there is such heft to them...and they hang so low...great cum targets...how can a guy miss!?!

...throughout the party...Carey had tried her best to get Dean's attention...finally...she got it!!!

I really would like to see more of this girl...as you can see she has a great set of massive boobs.  I mean these are heavy duty fun bags.  In the few photos I've seen of her, she seems to really enjoy showing them...judging by the tan lines I bet she looks spectacular in a two piece bathing suit.

Chesty had agreed to come over to Dean's motel room to run through a couple scenes in Russy Meyer's latest movie...but at one point during the evning she looked quizzicly ad Dean, just as he was stripping down...She said, but honey, I don't recall that being in the script, but if you say so then I guess we should practice it...

Chesty Morgan...burlesque queen and film actress--starring in a Fellini film.  Other than her films, I can't find a lot of phototgraphic material on her, but those huge tits are simply stunning...pendulous, heavy, massive...

Maxi and Dean had a great weekend together...so much fun...but their time together wasn't without its moments of embarrassment...they checked into the quaint bed and breakfast early Friday afternoon...

Again, I don't particularly enjoy the photos where the model's face is blocked out...but I love looking at--and yes, jacking off to--Maxi's tits.  They are quite simply huge.  So I prefer photos like the one above...the focus is on here huge hanging hooters...and how they hang!!! 

Well...as you can see from my asterisks...I had a good time working on this blog...hope you had a good time viewing it....

...however, late that afternoon...the proprietress...Mrs. Bea asked them if they could perhaps hold down the noise a bit..maybe move the bed a little ways from the wall...that headboard make quite a racket, she said...

I love photos of this woman on her hands and knees for two obvious reasons...but you know when they hang down past her elbows, that is a true set of hanging hooters...one of my favorite photos of her shows Maxi wearing a black evening dress.  One tit is ensconced in a the top, the other one is hanging out, Hindendburg like down to her waist...*...they work so well for me...

...although they tried to hold contain their passion...the next morning Mrs. Bea suggested Maxi and Dean moved to the other side of the bed and breakfast...where there would be not guests on either side of them...

So much woman, so little time...*

...as Dean went into the next room to check his e-mail...she knew she had better take a little nap...oh that Dean, she sighed...

What a lovely spread she makes....so soft and sweet and her titties look nice and dense...yes, I guess I am into a little retro porn...but I remember the seventies and early eighties as a wild ride of a time and some of the women I encountered loved to fuck with abandon..in the above photo it looks as though she likes to get naked and stay that...

...Anya gazed over the ruin that was her bed...every time she began to put on some clothes Dean would find himself ready for more...

No collection of heavy hanging hooters would be complete without an obligatory shot of Merilyn, aka Anya...not telling how many times I've jacked off to videos of her..scenes of her big swingers in action...*...like just now...lol.

Well, it's taken me all day to write this blog...as you can see from the asterisks...I became distracted several times...hope you had half as much fun viewing the blog as I did in its making...

HOT EXPECTATIONS! Or Where Marti and Dean Cum Together...A Novel of Sex

Here it is!!!  The first installment of a collaborative effort Marti and I have chosen to entitle, Hot Expectations.  This introductory piece is from Dean's perspective...for Marti's segment, just click on the link below to jump over to her blog site: http://over60bigtits.blogspot.com/

1984 was a critical year in my life--very eventful.

"Where's the beef?" commercials began and my stock in that company soared. Ray Mancini knocked out Bobby Chacon in the third round at Reno to retain his WBA boxing championship and I won $6,000 on that match. I remember my bookie at the time, Morey the Mink, grudgingly counting out the money--"Here Dean, here's your pussy money for the month."

What else? Oh yes...The Apple Mac was introduced at halftime during the Super Bowl XXVIII. I was a ground floor investor. I sold my interest in a Houston based real estate syndicate for a 1000 percent profit, getting out right before a local savings and loan crash.

My great aunt died and left to me a small, beach front motel on Pandora Island along Florida's south Gulf coast, a 1965 pink Cadillac in mint condition, a collection of Krugerands--go figure--worth $50,000.

I had started to, finally, receive some handsome royalty checks from 10 Oklahoma oil leases I had won in a poker game--don't ask--the night involved gunshots, cocaine blowing like talcum powder in the breeze of an oscillating table top fan, and topless women screaming as they ran across the parking lot.

Damn, what a night. But I sure as hell got out of there with those leases in hand.

In short, 1984 was an incredible year. I got rich. I was in a small plane crash somewhere just on the American side of the New Mexico-Mexican border--let me just say, I got out with a huge duffel bag filled with cash. Still have a propeller as a souvenir. I bought my first sailboat and took her maiden run across the Gulf of Mexico with a buddy and two women who stayed topless or naked almost the entire trip.

I met Hugh Hefner--partied and fucked in the mansion. I met Bob Guccione--partied and fucked in his penthouse. I met Larry Flynt--just had a beer with him.

But for me, the most significant event of that year was the weekend I spent bucking and fucking, fondling and feeling, groping over and grabbing at, being groped over and grabbed by, sucked on and licked at, kissing on and cuming with, the famous big boobed porn star known as Marti Mounds.

...the most significant event of that year was the weekend I spent bucking and fucking, fondling and feeling, groping over and grabbing at...

...being groped over and grabbed by, sucked on and licked at...

...kissing on and cuming with, the famous big boobed porn star known as Marti Mounds...

Yes, I got to bang Marti Mounds. For two and a half days! What's more, I have an hour of film footage--now transferred to DVD--to prove it!

Here is how it all came about. I had been a Marti Mounds fan for quite some time. She had come onto the scene in the mid-seventies, just in time for VHS videos and the ensuing boom in the porn industry. In a decade when so many female porn stars chose big hair, and big, silicone enhancements, Marti took a different tack--she sported a natural look, opting to jump immediately to MILF status. By 1984, she already was something of an icon. In addition to being prolific in the porn industry, she had walk on roles in a few mainstream television shows such as The A Team and Simon and Simon.

In a decade when so many female porn stars chose big hair, and big, silicone enhancements, Marti took a different tack--she sported a natural look, opting to jump immediately to MILF status.

And, she was a natural indeed. I would learn that she was very particular about her crew and had developed enough clout early in her career to retain some editorial control over her film releases...unusual, very unusual for the time...

Now, I've been a breast man since puberty and by the mid-1980s I was rich enough--a man of leisure, a true hedonist—to be able to fully indulge my sexual preferences. But on this particular night--I will never forget it--I was sitting in my apartment, alone. Both my big tittied bed buddies were out of town. In addition, the bosomy fifty-something I was having an affair with was travelling with her plastic surgeon husband somewhere in Europe.

I had just slid a video into the player. My favorite Marti Mounds movie at the time was "The Butler Did Her," a spoof of Agatha Christie--yes, truth be told, I wore out two copies of that video! But the video I had selected for my first viewing of the evening was the third in the "Breast Friends" series.

My favorite Marti Mounds movie at the time was "The Butler Did Her," a spoof of Agatha Christie...

...yes, truth be told, I wore out two copies of that video!

There is this incredible scene of Marti getting it put to her from behind...doggy style--her ass cheeks are quivering and quaking with the guy's eager, desperate drives into her--her titties flop and hop like mad.  Every time I watched that scene, I just had to whip it out and start jacking off. 

One of things I could say about Marti...I could talk about her tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth action...it was all soooo exciting to watch...but one of the things that set her apart is that in every scene I ever saw her in--she always looked like she was having such great fun fucking.

There is this incredible scene of Marti getting it put to her from behind...doggy style--her ass cheeks are quivering and quaking with the guy's eager, desperate drives into her...

....her titties flop and hop like mad. Every time I watched that scene, I just had to whip it out and start jacking off....

Even though I had plans on going to a late night pool party with visions of topless beauties dancing in my head, I had just come in from my office--I worked two or three days a week to manage my investments. I had settled in for a little relaxation, seated naked in my recliner, a Waterford tumbler of small batch bourbon in one hand and my cock in the other. My dick was rock-hard in anticipation of watching Marti's ass in the air and her tits hanging down when my phone rang.

I let the call go to my machine but when Jerry Rubenstein's voice came on--hey, Dean...pick up if you're there...I worked out the play for you..

Well, I set down my drink, got the remote, hit pause and scrambled for my phone.

Jerry Rubenstein--everyone called him Ruby, was a fixer—with his chewed cigars, hip flasks, plaid sports coats and neckties featuring race horse, or greyhound silhouettes—yep, he was fixer. I never used him in my legitimate business dealings--but he was good at what he did. The first time I went to his little office above Dot's Diner, it was packed floor to ceiling with shoe boxes of Converse All Star basketball shoes. The next time it was television sets and mink coats. Two or three times a year, he arranged sex tours to the Dominican Republic. He regularly set up sexual rendezvous for a couple of state senators and two or three city councilmen. Yep, if you wanted “something” put together, you called Ruby.

In addition to often being a guest performer in strip clubs around the country, I had heard rumors that Marti Mounds from time to time hired out as a companion to a very exclusive clientele--a Greek shipping magnate, a Colorado logging and coal baron, a couple of main stream movie stars. She apparently did this rarely and only for great sums of money. I thought, well, why not me?

I had heard rumors that Marti Mounds from time to time hired out as a companion to a very exclusive clientele....

...a Greek shipping magnate...

...a Colorado logging and coal baron...

...a couple of main stream movie stars...

She apparently did this rarely and only for great sums of money....

I thought, well, why not me?

A month before that fateful phone call I had bought Ruby a drink at Mack’s Bar and set him to work. I said, here's what I want Ruby, I want to meet and fuck the porn star Marti Mounds. At first he had laughed. When I wrote a figure down on a napkin, he frowned, raised his eyebrows and picked it up. That amount, I told him, is for setting up a meeting with her. I will double it if I get to fuck her.

Two weeks later, he called me at my office.  Listen Dean, you remember that big tit redhead named Maggie? I had to laugh. Of course I remembered her. At the time I had a party boat about half the size of the one I have now. But it was a great motor powered boat; "Bust Out" was her name. One weekend, Ruby, and a state senator and I, along with three hot little party girls spent a weekend bucking and fucking from one end of my boat to the other, as well as up and down a secluded beach on Manatee Cove.

Ruby had said: Guess what! That woman Maggie used to be a stripper at the Starlight out in L.A. Plus, she's done a few porn flicks. I've heard she sometimes parties with Marti Mounds. Do you think this Maggie will give you and your cock a good review?

I had not heard from Ruby gain until this night.

When I picked up the phone, I could hear the thump and bump of 80s disco music, the fucking BeeGees or some such, in the background. He was, no doubt, at the Club 2b, one of his favorite haunts.

Now, you have to picture this--I'm sitting naked, drinking thirty dollar a fifth bourbon, with Marti Mounds' tits flickering on my TV screen in pause position, my cock hard, about to jackoff to the sight of my porn star icon sucking and fucking, and this guy Ruby tells me in his whiskey, cigar smoke burnt voice he has set up a meeting between me and the very woman I am watching getting fucked on the screen.

Now, you have to picture this--I'm sitting naked, drinking thirty dollar a fifth bourbon, with Marti Mounds' tits flickering on my TV screen in pause position...

 ...my cock hard, about to jackoff to the sight of my porn star icon sucking and fucking,...

...and this guy Ruby tells me in his whiskey, cigar smoke burnt voice he has set up a meeting between me and the very woman I am watching getting fucked on the screen...

He said, yeah, I got through and set up a meet--apparently you made quite an impression on that girl Maggie.

Well, after I hung up, I hit the play button. There was a great "point of view" shot--the camera looking down on Marti's gorgeous ass, her on her hands and knees and the guy is hammering away at her--those cheeks are quaking, the clapping of their bodies, their grunts and moans--her begging him to keep fucking her--then, when he pulled free to spot and spackle her bottom with cum--I joined in. Made a huge mess on my lap thinking--damn, guys all over the country jack off to the sight her getting it put to her--and in a couple of weeks, who knows...maybe I will be right there--getting my share of Marti Mounds.

Yes, 1984 was a very eventful year.

Marti, Ruby informed me, lived in L.A. He had arranged for me to meet her at a nondescript bar named The Speakeasy Lounge. It was favored by the glitterati of the LA scene who wanted on occasion to get away from the public light, a discrete rendezvous point for those contemplating indiscretions. The management was trained to detect the press, private eyes, to recognize the haunted look of a husband or wife looking for any wayward spouses. Further, they were expert at preventing any interference with their exclusive clientele. Although its interior was modest, the drinks were extremely expensive--to keep out the riff raff, I was told. A draft domestic beer was $6.00 during happy hour! In 1984!

Miami Vice had premiered that year, so I flew out to Los Angeles with my best Don Johnson look. I admit, I had a raging hard on throughout the entire flight. Ruby had connections all over--he had arranged for me to encamp at a nice little bungalow in Malibu. He told me it had a nice kidney shaped swimming pool, hot tub, well-appointed bar and living room. There was a great bed with mirrors all around. Ruby explained that the couple who owned the place often rented it out as a location for filming porn movies. We both laughed at the irony.

But my first stop was at the bank of phones in the airport. I dialed the number Ruby had provided me, my fingers nervous, my heart thumping, my cock throbbing. I waited as it rang and the message came on--Hi, can't take your call right now--guess what I'm busy doing? Leave a message and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm finished doing what I'm doing...Ciao!"

I left a message telling her I had just landed and was about to make my way to The Speakeasy. According to Ruby, she had agreed to keep her afternoon open to meet me, to do a "look over" as she termed it and to see if her and I could agree on the details of our prospective tryst.

I entered the bar and was promptly stopped by the bouncer Frankie. I handed him a twenty and told him Ruby sent me.

Half an hour and a couple of Glenfiddich's later, she walks in. She said hello to Frankie, who replied Good afternoon, Ms. M. She said hello to the bartender who went by the moniker Fly. Although by this time there were a number of patrons in the bar--a minor star on a sitcom sat hunkered nearby over a tequila sunrise--she identified me immediately.

Marti could have been a suburban housewife on her way to the mall. She came in sans makeup. Her hair was a little windblown. She had on a pair of white hoop earrings, a pair of tight jeans, and a denim jacket over a blouse gathered in a knot beneath her breasts, revealing a modest swathe of midriff. But for me, there was no mistaking who she was. While not many of the men in the bar might have recognized her, she walked in and there was a hormone driven wake that followed her. Every head--male and female--turned to take in the vision, the presence that was Marti Mounds. Suddenly, the subtext of the entire bar changed from drinking and forgetting problems, hiding out from the hot LA sun, dodging the responsibilities of the daytime in the dim haze of the bar, to sex. Marti Mounds stirred the testosterone pot to boiling by simply walking into the room.

I was sitting at the end of the bar, my back to the little hallway that led to the bathrooms, where I could view the entire space. Marti came over, climbed up on the barstool catty-cornered to me. Fly, I noticed, had nodded to Frankie, when they realized Marti was here to meet with me--evidently they knew they might have to run interference in case some of the overly excited patrons attempted to move in our conversation. I relaxed a bit.

Fly put a martini in front of Marti, asking how you been Ms. M.?

It was then I noticed the buttons of her blouse were completely undone, the blouse being held closed by the knot. She said Hi Dean, took a sip of her martini and then, leaned up and set her breasts on the bar. The blouse parted quite a bit and there they were. Those famous tits, bulging up, balled up and pressed together by a hard working bra. Inches of breathtaking cleavage, a great tan line with a band of pale skin showing.

I audibly moaned at the sight. No telling how many times I had shot my load to the sight of her naked body, watching her fucking, lusting after those hopping, flopping titties, aching to get my hands on her, my cock inside her, my mouth on those nipples. And here they were. Damn, I would have given half my fortune to touch her titties.

We chatted amicably for several minutes. Marti talked a little bit about how she had gotten into the porn trade—told me an amazing story involving one of the my heroes, Russ Meyer. She asked me about my business dealings and spoke intelligently and knowledgably about real estate, stocks and bonds and even the oil industry.

As she was taking the first sip of her third martini, and I was on my fourth scotch, we got down to the real business at hand. At this point, Marti was offering up some delicious glimpses of her big beauties and I was so fucking horny--I hadn't had any pussy in two days! She leaned over, smiling at my obvious lustful leers, and said, so Dean, I believe in being very candid, honest, right up front. Ruby says you want to fuck me.

She continued: here’s the deal honey. If you’ve followed my career as closely as Ruby says you have, you know that I really, really like to have sex. But doing it on a set can sometimes be a little—well, disappointing. I mean, getting directions, the lights and noise and so on—the real thrill for me is in knowing that after it’s all wrapped up that guys like you all over the country are going to be watching and getting all horny and jerking off to me. That gets me wet.

But when it comes to fucking I like to do it with someone who can keep up. And I mean that in all its various meanings. Now, last summer I got with this rich old guy—he builds ships—I mean big ass ships like oil tankers, okay? Anyway, he is a nice looking guy, but in his sixties. He’s good for a nice bang or two at a time. But then I find myself lying around on the deck of his yacht reading a novel for several hours until he gets horny again. I mean, I made a shit load of money, but hell, as for getting laid—the trip left a lot to be desired.

So, Dean, I have to be honest with you and you have to be honest with me. The only reason I’m sitting here talking with you is because Ruby set this up—I owe him a favor or two. But the only reason I’m seriously considering letting you fuck me for a weekend is because of Maggie Mae.

Maggie told me about that weekend on your boat. Said you were quite a hound dog—here, Marti paused to take a couple sips of her drink—she emitted a throaty chuckle, Maggie said she isn’t sure when you slept, that every time she looked you were either banging one of the other girls or coming for another go at her.

Now, Dean, can you keep up with me?

She took a napkin, withdrew a Montblanc from her bag and wrote a figure on a napkin and pushed it my way. True to my negotiating style, I raised my eyebrows, glanced away—but frankly, the amount was much less than I had expected.

Ruby says you have a place out in Malibu, he says it has a swimming pool. Which is great, I love getting fucked outdoors. Here are some of my conditions. We can play there, that’s fine. I’ll show up sometime early Friday afternoon and we can let the games begin. You have to feed me well. I like vodka martinis as you can see. I like gin and tonics around the pool. I like wine—good wine—with my meals. Saturday night you have to take me out to dinner. There is a bar out in Malibu called Chaser’s—some friends of mine own it. I want you to take me there for after dinner drinks. You’ll be the envy of the gang—if you don’t mind a little lack of modesty on my part.

A couple more things—Ruby said you wanted some filming of our action. I have a camera guy and an assistant that I like to use. That’s a separate deal, honey. She pulled out a calling card with the name of Dirk Glidden, All Seeing Video and Camera. On the back was written in ink a price for two hours of filming. With two hours—we can get maybe an hour’s worth of footage. He’s that good. He’ll need the money in cash, before he starts.

As for my compensation, a check will do—I’ve invested in a little time looking into your background. Half now, the other half when I show up. She handed me another card with a company name, “On Top Productions.” It’s a little company I’ve just started, she said by way of explanation. If you need to reach me during the day for any reason, call this number.

Oh, she added, finishing her martini and waving off Fly—the negotiations were coming to a close—one other thing. I want to have fun. And, I want you to have fun. Maggie assures me you have both the equipment and the energy to play the way I like to play.

Marti Mounds set her elbow on the bar and rested her chin in her hand. So, she asked. I pulled out my checkbook and my own Montblanc

Well, I replied, as I wrote the phone number to Malibu on another napkin—I’m a pretty horny guy Marti. I mean, I get aroused pretty easily and, uh—I get into this, what I call “zone” where I just start fucking and fucking and fucking.

She patted me on the arm and again emitted a throaty laugh, Baby, don’t worry, whenever you’re ready for, when you want me, you can come and get it—I’ll be your little fuck doll for the weekend.

With that—Marti Mounds left the bar. The disappointment among the patrons was palpable. Fly came over and put another scotch in front of me—he nodded—on the house.

I sat there for a while, my cock hard and pressed tightly against my pants, my whole being aching for sexual release. The thought of being able to get naked with Marti Mounds, to have unfettered access to her large lovelies, to roam over that body with my mouth, hands and cock set me into feverish fog of lust.

Fly came over and leaned into me. Listen, you don’t have to answer, it’s your business. But, we’re pretty discrete around here, I really want to know—did you work something out with Marti?

I nodded. He let out a whispered, hot damn, dude. One of our regulars got with her several months ago, he told me. Now, you would know this guy—big ass director—let’s just say, he has a few Oscars on his mantel—anyway, he’s married okay? But he managed to get Marti up to his ranch for a couple of days.

He came in the day before they left—looking all fit and trim, you know, tennis court suntan, salt and pepper hair all combed and trimmed. He came in the day after they got back from the ranch. Fly laughed, and continued, he looked ten years older. All gaunt and tired looking. I kid you not. He said she fucks like a machine. In-fucking-satiable. Said she simply couldn’t get enough cock.

I drove up to Malibu and after a few missed turns finally found the house. I unpacked and made a few calls to have some items delivered—additional booze for the bar, some groceries, and snacks. As the sun began to set, I poured a drink and took the phone with its extended chord out onto the patio beside the pool.

I called Ruby. His machine picked up. Hey Ruby, the deal is set. You are a magician, a true sorcerer, my man. I’ll have the second half of my payment to sent over first thing tomorrow.

Then, as the sun slipped away and darkness fell over Malibu, I dipped a cigar into my cognac and lit it, sipped my drink and puffed away for a few minutes—savoring the moment. Marti Mounds, damn, on Friday, I’ll have her naked right here, I mused. I began to rub my crotch, I was in such a state of arousal, sitting there thinking of all the things I wanted to do with Marti Mounds—it was, after all, only Wednesday and I wouldn't see her until Friday. What’s a horny guy to do?

...I was in such a state of arousal, sitting there thinking of all the things I wanted to do with Marti Mounds—it was, after all, only Wednesday and I wouldn't see her until Friday. What’s a horny guy to do?

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