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Life Changes with Those Around Me

2012-02-25T16:42:00.000-05:00

(I'm publishing this on Saturday but I wrote it last night . . .)

It seems a good night to write about all the changes my move in with Annie has generated, not just with me but also with several people close to me. Also, a stormed passed through north Florida this afternoon and knocked off the power to the house I’ve rented for Annie and I. Instead of using flashlights, we lit a bunch of candles and are sharing a bottle of chardonnay – I’m teaching her to like it.It gives the night a Victorian aura, like I’m one of the Bronte sisters writing one of their famous novels. From where I sit, Brenda looks like a voluptuous and mysterious Cathy’s ghost from “Withering Heights” as her body in the flickering candlelight, her robe half open to expose the insides of her mighty breasts. But, we’re being good for now while I write. So, here goes . . . .

First, I guess, is that Brenda has moved back in with Daniel. From what I hear, Brenda is looking for another third wheel to reinvent the threesome she lost when Annie decided for me. Knowing that, and the conversations I’ve had with Daniel since, it doesn’t appear that anything legally binding – read marriage – is in the works for Daniel and Brenda.

Daniel and I have certainly discussed where we go from here. Our decision is to go ahead and, while things are still amicable and peaceful between us, draw up a separation agreement. It’s still in the works, but it will be an even split. He will get the house, but, like in so many places, it isn’t worth what it once was. The main point of debate regarded Target, our Basset Hound. For now, she stays with me and Annie when I’m in north Florida and with Daniel and Brenda when I’m in Tampa. As I write this, she is whimpering a bit wonder what is going on in this strange darkness with candles all around. Annie’s cat, PC (which, of course, stands for Pussy Cat), is curled up in Annie’s lap – a pussy on a pussy, LOL.

Now, here’s the real shocker. Guess who IS getting married?!? Lacy and Harry! What a bizzare thing! I mean, they really are made for each other, but she’s more lesbian than straight in her bisexuality, and he – well, I didn’t think he would ever remarry after his divorce. I just don’t see him being faithful. But, I don’t see Lacy being faithful either – at least when it comes to having sex with women. They’ve arranged it for March just before the week at Deke’s cabin that I wrote about in my last post. Annie and I are the witnesses before a Justice of the Peace.

Now for the hundred dollar question: what about Marti? Annie, God bless her – and I’m going to fuck her good as soon as I’m done writing – remains so thrilled to be with me that she fully accepts who I am and what I want and need. So, have I become totally lesbian? No. Definitely not. I need cock. Period. I’m still very much involved with the “Josh’s Mom” series and still get excited around Josh, Robby, and Maltese. I still visit Donnie; I cannot abandon him, either for my own good or his. I know, I know, I haven’t introduced him yet. But I will. And, I still find my way to Doc’s house for some performances for the Voyeurs. Sometimes on my own and sometimes I’ll take one of my male lovers from the WFMC days. And Harry and Lacy? They are still on my sex menu big time, just not as often as they once were. And I cannot wait for the week at Deke’s cabin. I suspect that will be the most intense sex I have ever had. The weekend I was there last spring remains the most intense sexual situation I’ve been in, but I expect the upcoming week to be even more so.

And then there’s Annie. Dear, sweet, lovely, sexy, voluptuous Annie. Before I left for Tamps last week, I found us a nice four bedroom, two bath house to rent instead of her small apartment. Well, it wasn’t really the size of the apartment, it was that we needed a place without so much carpet! With all the juices flowing from her glorious pussy, what we needed was as much tile flooring as we could find with the rest wood! LOL! Guys, I’m being serious. You don’t know Annie! So I hired “Three Men and a Truck” before I left for Tampa and Annie got us moved in while I was gone. We have a fenced back yard for Target and a safe street for PC. And tile and wood are so much easier to clean of pussy juice than carpet! (She’s laughing as I just read that last line to her!!!)

It’s a good thing I got that bonus from Snake and Pops. I am addicted to buying outfits for Annie – tight, low cut, short skirt outfits that show off her glorious figure. And does she love to show them off to me!! Every night is fashion show with her the model and me the enthralled audience.

I am happy. It is so nice to say that. I am happy. For the first time in over a year I feel like I am stable in my existence, knowing what to expect and hope for in each new day, each new week. And for each new year? Well, that can wait. One doesn’t have to make every decision in one’s life at one time, you know. More tough choices await me, I know, but, for now, I am at peace.

I sometimes wonder if peace isn’t more important even than love.

GREAT NEWS!

2012-02-22T17:12:00.000-05:00

I've been in Tampa since Saturday and the boys of "Josh's Mom" and I have made some very hot videos. Well, this morning, much to our surprise, our publisher, Snake, and his partner, Pops, stopped into see us. (I was fucking Robby at the time but we made quick work of it, so to speak - there was time for more later.) When Robby and I entered the living room where Snake, Pops, Josh, and Maltese had gathered along with - surprise! - the one guy who had quit "Josh's Mom," Stafford. Snake and Pops set us all down with somber looks on their faces. I was afraid they were about to tell us they were cancelling the series, but when they broke out in wide grins and Pops pulled out some letter-size envelopes from his inside jacket pocket, I knew something good was up.

Snake announced that "Josh's Mom" has become the most valuable piece of work either one of them had ever done - which is saying a lot since they've both been in the industry for over 30 years. In other words, they had made more money off "Josh's Mom" than anything they had ever done. I don't know how much they've made each, but I know how much I've made in the 9 months since the series started - I would have had to work my finance job at the hospital for 3 years to make that much. And the boys have done well, too. I know that each of them was offered 50% of what I was offered.

That's when Pops handed Stafford, Josh, Robby, and Maltese an envelope and in each was a bonus check. I could see the happiness across their faces, even Stafford's (though his bonus, I learned later, was less than the others since he had quit the series end of December). Then they handed me my envelope. I couldn't believe it!!!!! I think I screamed and know I danced and the boys and I had a huge group hug. My bonus almost doubled what my pay had been over the whole life of "Josh' Mom!" They even gave us contracts to keep the series going through June of 2013! By that time, even the boys' screen ages will have exceeded 18 and the whole "black market" value of the series will diminish.

But they weren't done. I haven't gone into the details of Snake's "audition" for me before he asked me to be Josh's Mom. It involved going to a secluded cabin on a pine forest plantation in south Georgia that is owned by a black guy named Deke - who was actually the first black lover I ever had at one of my WFMC gangbangs. There, I was fucked silly in every hole - yes, even anal - by some of the biggest studs of Snake's and Pops' retinue of male porn actors and swallowed more cum in 36 hours than most women swallow in a life time. I had not done anal before or since and don't usually like it, but it fit that time and place and I have been craving a repeat, asking Snake and Pops if I could do that again once "Josh's Mom" was over. Well, I don't have to wait. In celebration of the success of "Josh's Mom" they are convening what essentially amounts to a "Fuck Marti All Over" party to last a week in late March. I can't wait! I can't wait! I can't wait!

After Snake and Pops left, the boys and I - including Stafford - turned off the cameras and fucked ourselves crazy just for the fun of it and for the love we had for each other. What an achievement we have shared!

That night, as I lay next to Josh and thought about Snake and Pops and Deke's cabin (which is actually a fairly large place), I began to wonder what I should do with my big bonus check. You know what I thought of first? I'm going to buy Annie a new wardrobe and some new furniture.

How many people get such a new lease on life at my age? How lucky can I be!?!?!

Regarding Comments

2012-02-22T16:44:00.000-05:00

I have been told that some of you are having a hard time leaving comments so I changed my settings so that anyone can leave a comment. HOWEVER, I also turned the function on where I must approve all comments before they are published. I'm afraid opening it up to everybody will make it vulnerable to spam and insulting junk. Still, I love your comments and am going to start focusing on replying to them.

Kisses,
Marti (OYO)

How Annie and I Got Started

2012-02-16T18:29:00.000-05:00

My life with Annie started indirectly on Sunday, the 29^th of January. A first time event had already happened that day which had left me extremely horny. I had gone to Pet Smart around 12:30 and bought Target some dog food and treats and a new doggie bed (other than Daniel and I, that dog’s life revolves around food and sleep). I had left Target at home – she’s a 55 pound basset hound whose legs are too short to jump into the SUV and is too heavy for me to pick up – so while at the store, I stopped and petted all the dogs people were leading around, or at least the ones that looked friendly. There was a guy there – maybe 35 or so – who had the cutest beagle named Mr. Bojangles – or Bo as the guy called the dog for short. After scratching Bo and getting several licks across the face, I stood to push my cart to the check-out line when the guy stopped me. “Sorry if I’m wrong,” he said, “but is your name Marti by any chance?” I, of course, said yes. “And do you have a blog and maybe some stuff on xhamster?” he asked. I maybe flushed a bit, but answered an unequivocal yes. “I thought I recognized that hot body,” he whispered. “I’m a big fan of yours.”

I think that is only the third time I’ve met a stranger who recognized me from over60bigtits or xhamster or yuvutu or grannysexforum. His eyes stayed mostly on my chest. I wore jeans and a button-down, loose white blouse with enough top buttons undone to show the top of my cleavage. What I didn’t wear was a bra and I guess my nipples were a bit obvious even though the blouse was loose-fitting and my nipples weren’t hard. I felt a stirring of heat inside me as I watched the stranger’s eyes stare at my chest knowing full well he had stared at them over the internet while they were fully bare. “A fan of mine or my chest’s?” I whispered back. “Both!” he said turning his eyes back up to mine and smiling. “I just had a flashback of watching you suck your nipples,” he whispered, his smile broad. I leaned forward as if to whisper in his ear but took his left arm and moved it across my right breast. “Now you can remember what one of them feels like when you see them again,” I finally whispered in his ear as I moved his arm back across my tit and hardening nipple.

We chatted a little bit more then, both of being done with our shopping, he followed me to check-out. I waited for him when I was done and we pushed our carts outside together, Mr. Bojangles riding in his cart. When we got to my car, he offered to help me load my purchase into the back. As he did, I turned as if to open my front door but instead reached up, unbuttoned a couple more buttons, turned the edges of the part of the blouse that was unbuttoned toward the inside, then turned back to him. When he closed the back door of the SUV and turned to me, his eyes grew wide as saucers. “I thought I would give you a little tip, or should I say ‘tit’ for helping me,” I said. The inside third of each breast was exposed and the inside curves of my areolas were almost visible. His eyes never left my tits. “Stare all you want,” I told him. “That’s part of what they’re for.” I looked him over a bit as he stared at my chest. He was cute, kind of stocky, with short sandy hair. His jeans were gaining a bulge in the crotch. He wore a wedding band.

I looked around for a moment and saw what I was searching for. “If you’ve got a minute or two,” I said, “why don’t you follow me over to that far end of the parking lot and I’ll show you all of them (my tits).” He quickly agreed and I waited until he loaded his purchase and Mr. Bojangles into his car. I drove to the place I had spied and parked on space over from a dumpster and motioned him to park next to the dumpster so no one could park on the either side of him. I got into the passenger seat of his car and immediately unbuttoned the last few buttons of my blouse and let my tits hang out, my nipples hard and my areolas tight.

“DAMN!” he exclaimed then lowered his voice. “Wow, they look even bigger and better than on the internet.” “You stare all you want,” I said again then added; “I’ll keep a look out the window and make sure no one’s coming up.” And stare he did and I could clearly see the hardon in his jeans. I took his right hand and placed it on my bare left breast. “You can feel, too.” Mr. Bojangles poked his head between us every now and then and I couldn’t help but laugh, my tits jiggling. “These are awesome!” he said. “I’ve never touched anything like them. I always thought my wife’s were pretty big and sexy looking, but yours are in a whole other class!” He ran his fingers around the areola and tweaked my erect nipples. “Biggest nipples I’ve ever seen, too.” “Take your time,” I said. “Oh, and about that video you mentioned,” I continued then picked up my right breast and licked the nipple then popped in my mouth and gave it a short suck. “God, that is so hot,” he said. “I’ve seen some busty women on the net do that but I never thought I would see it in real life.” “Why don’t you try one?” I asked him and thrust my chest even closer. “Go ahead, it’s alright,” I urged him. He bent down and licked my left nipple then sucked on it lightly. “More!” I suggested, and he did, taking my right in his hand and squeezing it as he sucked. “Oh yeah,” I cooed to him a few times. “Feels so good.”

He sucked my nipple for a couple of minutes then leaned back, his eyes not leaving my chest. “I am so totally hard,” he said. “I can see,” I added with a grin. “I am going to go home and fucked the daylights out of my wife. I am about to explode.” “Well,” I replied. “Afterward why don’t you email me and tell me how it was. My email is on the blog.” “As hard and horny as I am right now, my wife might write you and thank you for what I’m going to do to her.” “That’s fine, too,” I said, laughing with him. I held my blouse open wide. “One last look?” I said. “So big, so good, so hot,” he said then watched as I buttoned the blouse back to where it was in the store.

I left him and Mr. Bojangles and drove back home. It was about 1:30. I was going to pick Lacy up at the airport at 4:00 (she had been visiting her sister out of state) and Daniel and Brenda were due back in town around 5:00. I had planned to spend the night with Lacy.

After I had packed a few things and walked Target, it was 2:30 and I would need to leave no later than 3:30 to get to the airport on time. Still wearing what I had on at Pet Smart, I settled onto the couch, unbuttoned my blouse and sat and enjoyed sucking my hard nipples, thinking of the sex Lacy and I would have that night. (Harry had been in Tampa visiting his kids and wasn’t due back until the next day.)

A little before 3:00, the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone and knew that Doc was the only one who would sometimes stop by unannounced. I partially buttoned the blouse and stood. When I got into the foyer, I saw I was mistaken, for there stood, to my complete surprise, Annie, wearing a very tight very short red dress with high heels and full make-up, her dark hair neatly done. Had she not already seen me through the glass side panels of the door, I would have turned around and pretended not to be home.

And what a mistake that would have been!

(Do you ever think of how small things that could easily not have happened lead into major events? How easy it can be to miss something or someone that changes your life!)

When I opened the door for Annie, she looked a little confused and startled. “Is Daniel here?” she asked tentatively. “He and Brenda are due back around 5:00,” I told her. “And I’m leaving for the airport to pick up Lacy in about 30 minutes.” “Oh, I thought it was 3:00, for Daniel and Brenda, I mean,” she said nervously. “You can come in and wait,” I said, almost feeling sorry for her, she acted so uncomfortable around me. “I don’t know if that would be proper,” she said, her country southern accent very strong. “Look,” I said, “I know why you’re here and it’s for the same reason I go and spend time with Lacy and Harry. You’re here to have sex with Brenda and Daniel. It’s OK.”

(To refresh your membory, I'm attaching another picture of the plumper model Anorei Collins who does look at good bit like Annie, both in body and face.)

“Not really,” she said quietly and tentatively stepped across the threshold as I closed the door behind her. “I mean, I guess it’s OK that it’s OK . . .” God, was she nervous. “That’s not what I meant by ‘not really.’” “You’ve lost me,” I said as we stood facing each other in the foyer. Her voice and body motions were shy and uneasy, but her eyes appeared to be taking advantage of the situation as she looked me over good, especially my chest where my nipples were still hard from my sucking them. “I mean I’m not really here to have sex with Brenda and Daniel,” she said, almost frustrated with herself for being so nervous. “I’m here to make them happy,” she finished and tried to smile but it looked way forced. “I’m still lost in this conversation,” I said trying not to sound harsh. “Mrs. G-----,” she started (yes, my last name really does start with a “G,” but that’s all I’m giving away). “I’m only here because it makes them happy, Brenda mostly, I guess, but, well, you know, Daniel likes these,” she pointed to her huge – and I mean HUGE - chest. “I know,” I said and couldn’t help but smile. “And if I take your meaning,” I continued, “I think you’re saying it doesn’t really make you happy, being the third part of their threesome.” “No ma’am,” she answered. She looked and sounded so young, though I knew she was in her late twenties – a girl in a woman’s body. “I’m not, well, it’s not that Daniel isn’t good-looking and everything, but, but . . .” “You’re not into guys,” I finished for her. She nodded.

I wanted to hear a bit more - my husband had fucked her after all. I led her into the living room and sat beside her on the couch, her short dress riding most of the way up to her crotch. That was when I noticed that she was more physically than a big girl with massive boobs – her legs, though at least twice as big around as mine, were quite nicely shaped, more smooth muscle with very little flab, if any. She saw me notice and I think she got even more nervous. “As you were saying,” I said bringing my eyes back to hers. She studied my eyes for a few seconds as if hoping to see something, then regrouped as best she could – which wasn’t very good at all – and continued in her halting and confused way. “I was only ever with one other man before Dr. G-----, your husband, I mean. And that was only once and I didn’t like it then either.” “So you didn’t like sex with Dr. G-----, er. Daniel?” I asked. “It’s just not for me, Mrs. G-----,” she said and now her eyes looked at me almost pleadingly, like she hoped I would understand. “Then why have you been with Brenda and Daniel?” I asked. “Cause it was what Brenda wanted and I didn’t want to lose her,” she replied. I could see her dangle earrings shake – she was trembling.

And that was Annie’s first bit of magic: when I first saw her at the door, this big girl in this ridiculously tiny outfit, I felt distaste, that she was just some harlot here to fuck my husband and his girlfriend. Now, 10 minutes or so into my first real conversation with her, I felt, not pity, but concern for her, that she was wasting her time trying to hold on to something she won’t ever have. She seemed innocent rather than scheming and I found myself wishing we had an hour or two to talk through what was clearly bothering her. The fat, trashy slut I had first taken her to be was becoming a pretty, troubled young woman who was voluptuous rather than obese. She had to see the change in me.

“Look, Annie,” I said. “I have to leave in about 25 minutes or so. But I want you to know I don’t hold a grudge against you. As a matter of fact, if you ever want to talk about it, I’ll leave you my cell number.” “You really mean that, Mrs. G-----?” she said and the unsure tone of her voice turned into excitement. “I’d really like that!” “Well, then,” I said starting to stand, “you are welcome to stay until they get here. Target will like the company.” I turned to head upstairs to get my stuff.

“Mrs G-----?” she said and I turned back to her. “Can I have your autograph?” “What?” I said, flummoxed. “You’re like the most famous person I’ve ever met,” she said. “I’m not famous,” I replied. “Sure you are,” she said and continued. “I, I’ve seen your videos and pictures on the internet and I know you’re doing some porn movies – which I think is really hot – and all the ladies down at L------‘s (the gay and lesbian bar I have been to with a Lacy a few times and that Annie frequents) think you’re really sexy and want to be with you. “Or, you’re exaggerating,” I said though I knew I was smiling broadly at the mere thought of being “famous” or being the most desired woman at the lesbian bar. “But can I have the autograph? I’ll keep it with your bra and panties – oh, I shouldn’t have said that.” “What do you mean ‘keep it with my bra and panties?’” I asked. “I’m sorry, Mrs. G-----, but, well, it’s like this, I think you’re the sexiest woman at L--------‘s, too, and the sexiest I’ve ever seen and so one time when I was here with Brenda and stole a one of your bras and panties when they weren’t looking and took it home and sometimes I sleep with them thinking about how wonderful it would be to sleep with you and I wake up with the sheets all wet and I get on the computer and watch your videos as I wrap your bra around my neck and hold your panties to my face and I have the best orgasms I ever have had and it’s wonderful and I think you’re wonderful, too, and I dream what it would be like to be with you and I know it would be the best thing ever and, oh my, I have said too much.”

And, so innocently, more of Annie’s magic surrounded me. I reached up, unbuttoned my blouse, let it fall around my feet and returned to the couch. And, I had no idea where it came from, but I took her broad face in my hands and kissed her, opening her mouth with my tongue and wondering if one of my kisses could do for her what Lacy’s first kiss had done to me. Her tenseness dissipated almost immediately and she became almost limp beneath my touch. Still kissing her, I guided her hand to my chest and let my hand run up her arm, feeling for the first time how smooth, how silky, how gloriously pure her skin was. My hand journeyed from her arm, over her shoulder, along the outer curve of her incredibly large breast and down to her strong but lovely thigh.

When I broke the kiss, Annie was breathing heavily, and so was I. She looked at me, at her hand caressing my right breast, then back at me. A tear rolled down her cheek, then another. She started to say something, but I put my finger to her lip. I reached and pulled the top of her dress down over her shoulders and helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves. I continued to pull the stretch fabric down exposing more and more of her huge chest, amazed at how they kept going as I pulled the dress top further and further down. I had never seen anything like it. So much beautiful skin falling into a cleavage so deep and long, like a canyon between her mountainous breasts. The dress top was getting near her waist, and still her nipples were not exposed, when suddenly she stopped me and sprang up from the couch.

“I didn’t want to get up but I had to,” she explained to my quizzical eyes. “I didn’t want to ruin your nice couch.” She looked down. “Oh!” she exclaimed and moved off the area rug to stand on the hardwood floor. “Annie, I don’t understand,” I said. “I can’t help it!” she said her face red. Her hand went to her crotch. “Oh, I can’t stop it!” she said and then I saw it – running down her legs and coating her fingers, and the smell was unmistakable – it was definitely NOT urine. “I don’t do this for them,” she said referring to Brenda and Daniel, “because it’s not what I want. You’re what I want,” she told me. “And I can’t help doing this and I want to do this.”

“Annie, can I see?” I asked and knelt beside her, removing her hand from her crotch. Her panties were drenched and her pussy juices coated the inside of her thighs, ran down her legs, and had begun to wet the floor. “Oh my God!” I said. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said. “Oh, Annie, don’t be,” I said and dipped my finger into the little rivulet that coursed down the inside of her thigh. I stuck my finger in my mouth then again, then again, then I licked the flow with my tongue. “Oh my God, I’m going to cum!” she said – and she did. The flow increased even more and she moaned – no screamed – in delight, her body shaking, her feet pawing the floor. I was dumbfounded. I was startled. And I was very , very pleased.

Annie had sealed the next step and, eventually our fate together.

I stood and kissed her again. “Annie, baby, I’ve got to go, but we really, really need to get together alone soon when we have lots of time.” "Really! Really! Really!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God, oh my God, I have dreamed that might happen, oh I really did, but I never thought it would. Yes, Mrs. G-----, yes! Please, let's do!" "Only if you call me Marti," I responded. "Oh, I can't believe this! i can't believe this is really happening to me! I can't believe it!" She was so excited that it was making me just as excited.

"I can't Monday or Tuesday," I said. "I already have plans." "Thursday's my day off," she said, still bubbling. "So Wednesday night would be so perfect." "Wednesday it is then," I said then added; "Now wait here because I really to have to run get my stuff and get to the airport."

It took me a few minutes, but when I came down the steps I found her staring at some of our old family photos. "You're so beautiful!" she said looking at a portrait from some 10 years ago. "And so are you," I added. "Now here," I said and handed her a bra and some panties, the panties I had just taken off with a bit of my own wetness on them. I had signed the bra. "See, even an autograph," I said smiling pointing it out to her.

"Are you sure this afternoon has been real?" she asked. "Oh tell me it has been." "It has," I replied and kissed her again. "Until Wednesday night, then?" "Oh yes, Marti, yes, yes, yes," she replied.

And, after saying good-bye to Target for a few days, I opend the front door, the same one I almost didn't open, and left, thinking that Wednesday was too far away.

(Now that I look back on that day I realize that when I reluctantly opened my real front door to Annie, I opened so many other doors as well.)

Who I Decided to Share My Life With - and Why

2012-02-13T22:25:00.000-05:00

(Refer to my last post for a little background on this post. LONG POST WARNING - but well worth the read, I think.)

I have so very much to write about the one I have moved in with, the one I have decided to share my life with, the one I sleep with and wake with, the one I am so thankful to have found. You guys are going to think I’m an idiot, probably, for the choice I’ve made, but hear me out over the next several posts and, hopefully, you’ll understand better.

So, of all the guys – and girls – I could have decided to spend my life – or at least my life until “Josh’s Mom” is complete – I know you’ll ask as I did – why her? I could have had Harry, he of the big cock, the excitement, the adventure, a very good-looking athletic man 16 years my junior. I could have had any of the three guys of “Josh’s Mom:” Josh, with the thickest cock I have ever seen and incredible stamina; Robby with a >12” cock, he a precum fountain, and such a sweetheart; Maltese, with his energy and strength and devotion. All of those guys want me and would gladly make a life with me, even though they are all over 40 years younger than I. How about Doc or Emerson? Either would give me such a comfortable life that I would never have to worry about anything ever again. And how they cherish seeing my body! And Donnie, the most gentle heart I know, with a cock God only graced on 1 in 10 million, I am sure. Other porn studs in Snake’s and Pops’ employ want me, that I know. And, if I were going to choose a woman, then why not Lacy? She is beautiful, passionate, leggy, sultry – she has offered me her life as well. And, of course, there’s Daniel, my husband. A handsome, caring man and a great provider with a wonderfully thick cock, as you have seen in my videos. For a decade he was all I could have ever wanted, and yet I’m deciding for another, at least for now. Why? Oh, why?

And who is this lady that fulfills me, emotionally, sexually, spiritually? I have mentioned her here – yes, I have. Of all the beautiful, sexy, loving people I have mentioned above, why have I turned my heart and body over to an overweight 29 year-old going on 18 year-old woman? Her name? She has asked me to use her real name here at over60bigtits because, she says, she is so proud to be my choice that she wants the world to know. So I will break just this once one of my prime rules of over60bigtits and use her real name (to date, only my name and my dog’s – Target – are the actual names of those in my life). Her real name is Annie – the name I have used for her so far?

Lilac!

Yes, the very same Lilac (who, from now on, will be called by her real name – Annie) who was the third wheel in Daniel’s ménage a trois with Brenda. I had named her Lilac because the first time I saw her in the gay and lesbian bar Lacy took me to several times, she wore a lilac-colored belt that so did not match her dress that it was awkward, almost sad. Other than the facts that she was heavy, had long, luscious dark hair, and had the biggest tits I had ever seen, I didn’t give her a second thought, for she was a wall-flower, a girl who stood just within the bar’s lights, slowly sipping a fruity drink, and smiling weakly. Her conversation was trite and easily overlooked. And overlooked she was. But I was so overwhelmed in my first trips to a place where women admired me that to notice much about the biggest and shyest girl in the place was of little interest to me.

I think I should start with her story. Annie spent all but the last seven or eight months of her life on a farm in southern Georgia, the only daughter of harshly conservative and evangelical parents. Her two brother walked her parent’s line, but Annie realized in her mid teens that she was much more interested in other girls than in boys. Still, she hid what was in her heart for her parents’ sake and tried dating church boys her parents picked for her. Her weight became her weapon and she gained freely thinking no boys would be interested in her – and it worked for a while. After she graduated from high school, she worked her father’s farm while taking occasional classes at a community college on veterinarian assistant. Her schedule was so busy she began losing the weight she had gained – except for the weight she had gained in her chest. Suddenly, boys became interested again. She found ways to deflect them until one became adamant until she finally confessed she was a lesbian. When her parents found out, all hell broke loose. She became very depressed and through depression her weight again ballooned, up to 350 pounds. Annie finally found a woman who understood her and again began to lose weight again, though her boobs stayed at the size she was at 350 pounds. She finally graduated and wanted to work for a pet veterinarian, but, again, her father stepped in and demanded she work for a family friend who was an agricultural vet. Annie capitulated, but did work some on weekends for a pet veterinarian, keeping the kennels.

Her parents kept keen eyes on her, swearing they would not have a homosexual child. Poor Annie, she tried again with boys, even losing her virginity to one, but there was nothing there. When that boy complained to Annie’s parents, they threatened her one awful night with disownment and condemnation. That next morning, she packed a few belongings and her cat and moved away to my city in north Florida. That veterinarian whose kennels she kept on the weekend had taken Annie under her wing and found her a job here. Annie moved into a run-down motel outside of town for a few weeks.

Within a few weeks of moving here, Annie tried out her lesbian wings by visiting the gay and lesbian bar I have mentioned. But the country girl from a south Georgia farm had no chance to make much of an impression in the big city. She slimmed down some (to the 250 – 260 pounds she now maintains), but no one took notice of her.

Until Brenda. Brenda noticed the shy girl who seemed to be forever dispossessed of any skill at coordinating her clothes and took her under her wing. Annie eventually became Brenda’s new roommate once Brenda and Lacy broke up. Brenda then brought Annie into her relationship with Daniel, knowing that Daniel is a complete idiot when it comes to a big set of tits. Annie cooperated to keep Brenda, but it wasn’t what Annie wanted or needed.

So Annie waited. Waited for one she had watched in the bar; for one she dreamed and fantasized about; for one she thought the most beautiful, sexiest, desirable, and, in her mind, famous woman she had seen – ME!

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So, now you know who. So let’s talk about: why. Let me write a bit about why emotionally first before I get to why sexually – since sex is what this site is most about. Emotionally, though, Annie puts me on a pedestal like no one ever has. She envisions me as her best fantasy come true – and treats me that way. Whenever she looks at me she gets this huge, beautiful smile that won’t go away. She’s cried tears of happiness on my shoulder. She tells me everything in her heart and soul. And I know I have made a real difference in her life, a life that is worth so much more than how it had been treated. Annie has a beautiful sense of humor and a tender side as big as the ocean. She’s definitely naïve, and she knows it, and looks up to me to teach her. To be intimate with me is all she wants in life; for me to be proud of her is her life’s main accomplishment; for me to find her beautiful makes her life as whole as she could ever imagine it. And for me? Annie fills a hole I never really knew I had: the desire to be the center of someone’s universe. To touch her is like sinking my hands into a pirate’s treasure of gold and diamonds. And, I must admit, whenever I see her I get a smile so broad Mike Tyson couldn’t swat it from my face.

Now to why sexually. I’ll leave the details to future posts, and it will be a lot of posts because, well, the sex is like nothing I’ve ever imagined. Annie is truly unique.

To explain: Those of you who have been reading this site for the past year (or have read back through my posts) know that what drives me sexually is unique and extreme sexual situations. Why else could I have possibly fallen for Harry? Remember my 40+ guy gangbangs? How about showing off either my body or what I was doing to a guy before the focused cameras of the Voyeurs? Remember those intense milking sessions before the WFMC? Or how I melted and erupted beneath the touches of the Milk Maids? Then there was my first lesbian encounter with Lacy and how I lost it before her kisses and touches. And, of course, all my films with the boys of “Josh’s Mom;” guys 40 years my junior with huge cocks and undying lust for me. And how I love sex in the back of my SUV. Remember how I went beserk on Leo’s balls? Oh, and you haven’t even heard about Donnie yet, the guy with a cock that makes even the biggest porn stars look puny. And remember all of the extreme throat fuckings I have undergone? And, the most extreme of all (which I will relate one of these days) – Snake’s audition – where my throat, pussy, and ass took extreme poundings from some of the biggest cocks in the porn industry. Yeah, I do love unique and extreme sexual situations with people or with people who have extreme sexual skills or assets.

So how does Annie fit into this? In that quiet country girl there is more extreme sexuality than in any one person I have ever met. Let’s start with her body. The pictures below are of a model named Anorei Collins, and, through all my searching, she probably most closely matches Annie’s body of any I have seen, though Annie is a little heavier and a bit bustier (and, they claim, Anorei Collins has a 62 inch bust!).

Annie definitely has better legs than Anorei, legs big and strong but femininely shaped. Annie is cute for sure, but maybe not quite as lovely as Anorei, but Annie’s hair is thicker and more lustrous. Plus, Annie is like me in that her weight precedes her, meaning her excess weight is primarily in her breasts and tummy. From behind, one would never guess she weight over 250 pounds. Her waist is large, yes, but there is a huge curve between the shape of her back and her strong hips. If it wasn’t for her huge boobs showing from behind (when she holds her arms up) she would simply look voluptuous and not overweight. I love to let my hands run from her back to her waist to her hips and feel that astounding curve.

One thing about Annie I find very sexy, and I have never thought of this as being sexy, is her skin. She may be 29 with the outlook of a 19 year-old, but she has the perfect skin of a 9 year-old. Soft, supple, pearly, without a blemish anywhere that I have seen; it is good that she has so much skin to show.

Now, about her breasts. I have never seen any as big as hers. We measured her at a 64 inch bust and her cup size is off the scale – she has to special order her bras. All of those huge mounds of flesh covered in that beautiful skin is so damn sexy. And, like Anorei, Annie’s nipples are not particularly evident at first because they point down, toward her feet, instead of out like mine or most other women. But when you do see those nipples – OH MY GOD! A few years ago when I tried posting videos at www.nubienudes.com there was a hefty lady there that had the biggest nipples I had ever seen and I often wondered if they were real – they sure looked real. Anyway, Annie’s are almost as big as the girl I saw at nubienudes. Just as a comparison, the other day I had her put one of her hard nipples on the dining room table and I put a roll of quarters next to it. (For those of you in Europe, a US quarter coin is only slight smaller in diameter than a 2€ coin.) A roll of quarters contains 40 quarters ($10). I took out 16 quarters to match the length and circumference of her nipple. So, her nipples are as big around as a quarter (or almost a 2€ piece) and are as long as a stack of 24 quarters. Her areolas are actually a little smaller than mine, but both her areolas and nipples are darker in color than mine.

But I have left out the most incredible part of her body. Now, I know a number of you might not find this sexy, but, what the hell, I do, because It is extreme. She has a huge pussy! And sitting stop it, a huge clit! There is no way she would make a good heterosexual lover because a cock, I don’t care how big and thick, would not come close to making a tight fit in her pussy. I mean, when she lays back and opens her legs there is this huge diamond-shape expanse of pink. Let me put it this way: I can ball up my fist and shove it in her pussy easier than Daniel could put his hard dick in mine. Hell, I can make a double fist and fairly easily stick it up inside her. I can even foot-fuck her! It is AMAZING! Not only is it large, it is deep. I can take about 10 inches of cock inside me before it “hits bottom” and hurts like hell. I think most girls can take 8 to 9 inches, so I’m pretty deep. Annie goes about 15 inches deep! And that clit – a good two-and-a-half inches long and thick as a cock.

Oh, but it gets even better. I have never known anyone, even Josh and Robby of “Josh’s Mom” that can cum with such frequency and consistency as Annie. I’ll save how many times she can cum in a night to a later post, but, let’s just leave it in saying that I can make her cum in over and over in about three minute intervals. It is simply INCREDIBLE. Plus, I have never seen anyone have more animated orgasms than Annie. There is nothing subtle about it. She writhes, she bucks, she twitches and tenses, she rolls and raises her hips and head. All of that energy and she can do it again three minutes later. And, God, is she a moaner and a screamer. She puts her arm or a garment or a pillow in her mouth when she cums as we are currently living in her small apartment while I look for a house to rent.

But, still, I haven’t mentioned her most extreme sexual ability. Annie is not a squirter (I still haven’t seen one of those) but, my God, WHAT A FLOW OF PUSSY JUICE! I get very, very wet and Lacy gets even wetter than I do (as I’ve related in these posts). But I suspect Lacy and I combined wouldn’t be 10% of the flow from Annie’s pussy. We go through three sets of blankets, sheets, fitted sheets, and mattress pads in a night. I’ve had to cover the carpets in the apartment with towels to catch the leaks and flows from between her legs. We are talking quarts (liters) worth of juices in a 3 hour sex session. I mean, I can spread her pussy lips and watch rivulets of juice flow from her cunt (remember guys, girls can use the “c” word, but you never should). Fist fucking her makes sounds like the older top loading clothes washers with the back and forth blades: take away the sound of the motor and just imagine the swish, swish of the water – that is what the sound of fistfucking Annie is like.

Our sex sessions are probably 90% about her body. That seems unequal, I know, but it makes sense. She can cum at least 10 times more than I can. Plus, I can cum watching her as, almost invariably, watching her can make me lactate which always gives me a wonderful vaginal orgasm. Of the 10% my body time, probably half of that is her watching me play with myself, which she loves. Sucking my own nipples or playing with my own pussy drives her wild. The other half is mostly her sucking the milk from my nipples. She isn’t very good with a pussy or a clit – her lack of experience, but I’ll work on that.

And speaking of vaginal orgasms – that is what Annie craves. I can certainly give her a great orgasm by sucking on that huge clit, but most of her orgasms are vaginal from insertion of my fist or fists or from the use of huge dildos.

So, I’ve probably said too much tonight. But wait until you read more about our sex. Like I said earlier – like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

But I think my next post on Annie will be how we got started leading to how we decided to become “partners” in life. Stay tuned . . . .

A Quick Update - February 9, 2012

2012-02-09T19:12:00.000-05:00

Hi everyone. I guess you've been a little miffed at me lately for not posting very much or responding to very many emails. Truth is, the last few weeks have caused a complete upheaval in my life - as least in my life at home in north Florida. I promise to fill in the details by Monday, but, for now, suffice it to say I have completely moved out of my home with Daniel and have moved in with a full-time lover. Well, I say full time, but I still have sex with Harry, Lacy, and Donnie when I'm in town. Surprised it wasn't one of those three? (Once you get to know Donnie you will know it couldn't have been him.) Well, here's another surprise for you: I know I used to profess to being 100% straight until Lacy came along then I allowed myself that one lesbian lover while still claiming to be 80% straight. The lover I have moved in with and have sex with several times a day is a female! I will tell you who it is in my next post, just to keep a little suspense up. She has been briefly mentioned in the past her at over60bigtits. And that change in my status changed the lives of several other people around me. More later.

Oh, and another change in my life, curtesy of Harry. He talked me into dancing at a titty bar on amateur night. LOL! I won second place - can you believe it! I even got to do some private VIP dances in the back room. What fun it was! The owner invited me back to dance as a regular. Me!?! A 61 y/o!?! And I'm going to do it, at least every once in a while.

Like I said, I'll get to the details in my next post. Hope you'll stay tuned.

Oh, and I think I've found a site where I can upload my videos again for free downloading by you, my readers. Look for that change soon, too.

Kisses,
Marti (OYO)

In Love and Loving It!

2012-01-28T11:44:00.000-05:00

You guys are going to think I’m being as silly as a school girl, and I would say that you are right. But having a major new crush will have the same giddy lightheaded rush of unadulterated joy that makes you do foolish juvenile things. The truth is, I am head over heels in love. And it has all the earmarks one would expect of young, budding desire: when I see the object of my love, I can’t help but break out in a wide smile and want nothing more than to touch, to hold, to kiss, to gaze at longingly, to cuddle, and to never be without. I can’t keep my hands off; I can’t keep from staring with eyes of pride, want, and need. I whisper sweet words and offer everything I have to provide comfort and happiness. And, of course, there is that deep contentment in sharing unhindered sexual satisfaction, constantly dropping little hints of passion to come, of excitement to share, of yielding and giving all. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to pass along complete sexual contentment, making sure every need is met and every fantasy made true. And, in sharing that fantasy, finding my own peace, my own joy, my own heart mended, my own want relieved, and my own desires satiated.

Isn’t that love? Isn’t that what we all want and need? When everything inside of you just wants to spend time alone with who moves you so that you are bursting with anticipation for the moment when you can touch and meld with nothing else in the world entering in, when you literally shake in desire for the moment, how could that be anything but love? When I stare, I find beauty and see something I now find exceedingly sexy; surely I cannot be mistaking my heart.

I have certainly found it. I’ve been coy with you, I know, telling you so much without divulging what has made me gush and wax with that giddy, silly, 61-year-old schoolgirl crush. If you read my last post, you know. If you haven’t, I will tell you: I AM TOTALLY, COMPLETELY, UNASHAMEDLY, HAPPILY IN LOVE WITH – MY OWN TITS!

Are you laughing yet? You shouldn’t, for it is true. I have found what I have denied myself my whole life. I have found love and lust in my own body, in a part of me that now, at last, excites me as much as they seem to excite my lovers. I am free to enjoy myself, to drive myself almost as crazy with desire and sexual pleasure than any person has ever led me to – almost. How exciting it is to feel that, to know I can fulfill myself with myself. It is powerful. It means sexual satisfaction is never further away than my chest.

Like any new love, it may not last. But, for now, I find it amazingly exciting and I find myself desiring to be alone – alone with my tits and nipples.

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After my first really, really hot sex encounter with my breasts Wednesday a week ago when I came long and hard as I sucked them, then found it hard to keep my hands and lips off them the rest of the day, I had to go over to Doc’s to see all of the Voyeurs’ new gear in anticipation of Thursday night there with Tim. Truth is, all I really wanted to do was stay home with my two new-found loves and desires, but I really needed to go. When I got to Doc’s and Emerson led me up to the third floor and Doc’s sex arena, I was impressed with all they had done. Four new, very expensive, large video cameras and an improved and extensive lightning network to put just the right light on the sex scene the Voyeurs were witnessing. The huge movie screen still filled the right side of the cavernous room, but the seven 40 inch or so monitors that were mounted on the wall along the same side as the entry door had been replaced by 13 much larger, much nicer plasma screens, each suspended from the ceiling and each connected to one of the 14 computers which collected the feed from the cameras and distributed the signals to the screens. One row of the theater seats which used to face the movie screen had been removed and placed in the center back wall so that anyone sitting there could see all 14 of the screens. On the wall opposite the movie screen, the stage Doc had built for me still stood, and, to my joy, the milking table was still solidly bolted to the stage, the two holes from which my boobs could dangle when I lay on the table still loomed over the edge of the stage so that someone could stand under the table and have their way with my tits.

Seeing all of that was exciting, but not as exciting as the desire swirling within me to suck my nipples again. I turned my back to the movie screen and to Doc and Emerson and suggested we test out the new equipment, which they happily agreed to. When the room’s lights went out and the cameras’s lights came on, I unzipped my jacket – which was all I wore on top – and let it fall off my shoulders then turned to face the two Voyeurs and their video equipment and computer consoles.

It was Emerson who made my desire for my own breasts even more keen when he said: “Geez. Marti, you weren’t kidding when you said your tits had grown recently! I would say it was more like they exploded in size!” He had seen my post here at over60bigtits about me suddenly growing from a G cup to an H cup. He hadn’t seen my tits since mid November, so any change he would have caught. “Do you like them?” I asked. “Damn straight I do,” he replied. “How did that happen?” I shrugged my shoulders and began lightly touching my tits, watching them in the 6 video screens they had activated for the six cameras that were running. “I gained a few pounds,” I admitted as I admired my boobs. “You may have gained a few,” he replied, “but it looks like your tits have gained several.” “Well, as my gynecologist, perhaps you can figure out why they’ve grown, but not now. Now, just watch.” I raised my left boob, the one that is slightly larger than the other, and started sucking its nipple with pure abandon, doing what I wanted to stay home and do. Emerson and Doc watched dumbfounded as I lost the moment and found the joy and sexual satisfaction in my tits.

I gave them about an hour show, not taking myself far enough to orgasm, but enough to let them know how much I was enjoying myself. I thought to leave then until the milking table caught my eye. I climbed up on the stage and lay on the table. “Come make them feel good,” I called to Doc and Emerson then plopped my tits through the holes and enjoyed their heavy mass hanging down from my chest. True to Vouyeur’sr form, there was a delay as they scrambled to cloth themselves entirely in black from head to toe, only the holes in their black ski masks to allow them to see and breath gave them away as something more than shadows. They got under the table, my tits hanging down in front of their masked faces, and began to work and knead my tits with their tightly black-gloved hands. There wasn’t going to be any milk tonight, but I knew my tits and nipples enjoyed it, so I lay still, moaning softly, as they handled and maneuvered my big, dangling boobs. They played for about 45 minutes and, as much as I enjoyed what they did, I was ready to get home and be with my budding new loves.

I wrote in my last post about what happened after the visit to Doc’s house and of what happened the next day leading up to Tim’s visit. I’ll leave the details of Tim’s big breast video night for another time. Where I want to take you now, is what happened that weekend.

How I wanted to be alone that Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but I had promised my daughter to spend the day with her on Friday and I kept her two kids, my grandkids, all Friday night. By the time my son-in-law showed up around 10:30 Saturday morning to take my granddaughter to her dance class, my anticipation of being alone with my breasts was boiling within me. I was only wearing a robe when my son-in-law came in and I know my nipples were large and erect in anticipation of what was going to happen when he left with the kids. I caught him staring at my chest, but I would have had to wear about 5 layers of sweaters to hide my nipples, so there was no reason to deny them. When he left with the grandkids, I opened a bottle of champagne, poured a glass, and practically ran up the steps to the master bedroom where I started filling the whirlpool tub, adding a lilac-smelling bubble bath to the water. . . .

Two New Vids Up - Temporary Download Problem!

2012-01-28T10:51:00.000-05:00

I added two new videos, but, at least temporarily, they can only be viewed here at over60bigtits. I have been using Filesonic to share my videos, but I think they got wrapped up in this Megaupload law suit and no longer share files. In other words, no downloads until I find a new share site. Damn! And I paid them to maintain my files for a year. Pisses me off.

Anyway, to stream the new videos, CLICK HERE!

New Photoset Added January 24, 2012 - Huge Nipples

2012-01-24T06:44:00.000-05:00

Just added a new photoset of my really hard nipples to my picture page. As with all photosets, you can view one at a time and download if you wish by clicking on the thumbs or you can download all photos at one time as a zip file by following the link above the pics., all for free. To go to my picture page, click on the link at the right sidebar (where there are links to all my pages) or you can CLICK HERE!

My Newest Passion - Sucking My Own Nipples

2012-01-19T18:48:00.000-05:00

Have you noticed I've been posting more and more videos and pictures of me sucking my nipples lately? There's a very good reason behind it. You see, I've been able to suck my nipples ever since I grew into a DDD bra, but it used to not be pleasurable because I had to strain my neck to reach them and it was simply uncomfortable, maybe even a little painful to my neck if I did it for too long. I would suck them just because Daniel (or another lover) wanted to see it. As I slowly grew into a G cup, it became somewhat easier, at least to where the sense of pleasure equaled the sense of the strain on my neck and I graduated to it being neutral in feeling instead of the more pain than gain I felt in my DDD cup era. However, with the unusual growth spurt my tits have undergone over the last few months to become a full H cup, there is absolutely no strain on my neck anymore as I can lift my tit all the way up to my mouth with bending my neck at all. With the pain gone, all that is left is the wonderful sensation of the suction on my nipple and the feel of my nipple inside my lips and against my tongue. Six months ago when I took my nipple out of my mouth after sucking it, it was in its normal state. Now when I take it out, my nipple is hard and long and my areola tight and wrinkled. In other words - I'M LOVING IT! In a way it's like nipple masturbation using my mouth and my tongue - and it feels and looks great.

Yesterday, I was cleaning one of the bathrooms in my house in north Florida (Daniel and Brenda had gone away on a trip together). I wore a pair of jean shorts and a half T-shirt that ended just below the bottom curve of my tits. When I reached to grab a paper towel, the bottom of my right boob and its nipple showed beneath the raised T and I saw it in the wide mirror above the sinks. I looked at it for a few seconds then stood up and raised my T-shirt over my nipples and began thinking about giving them a quick suck, just to enjoy the sensation for a few seconds. When the nipple slipped between my lips, it quickly began to harden and I felt the excitement rise in my chest. I watched myself in the mirror as I sucked it (do you guys like to watch your cock in the mirror when you wank for I like to watch myself suck my nipples?) and those few seconds turned into a couple of minutes. When I let my tit fall back on my chest, its nipple was as erect and tight as if Harry or Lacy or any of my other lovers had been sucking it. I gave my left nipple the same treatment, but it stayed in my mouth a good five minutes. When it came out hard to match my right nipple, I found myself panting and I could feel the wetness between my legs. I pulled the T-shirt over my head and stared at my breasts in the mirror, their nipples still hard and their areolas tight and creased. I thought about all my lovers who get off on my boobs and on sucking my nipples. I thought about all the great comments I get here and on the sites I post on, telling me how great my tits are and how much the writer wants to suck the nipples. I thought about all the loads of cum on pictures of my tits that you guys have submitted to my Virtual Gangbang, and I thought about that calculation Tim and I made that estimated around 1 million guys had seen my tits in 2011. I thought about how, though not the only reason I am enjoying my life so incredibly much through sex now, they were the main reason.

And I decided I should give them some extra special treatment. I stripped, went into my dressing room, pulled my dressing mirror close by, and sat down on the comfy chair that is in there. Watching my tits carefully, I picked up my left one and put the nipple in my mouth and began sucking - and sucking - and sucking - and sucking. God, it felt good. I began moaning in what could only be called confused moans, for some of the moans were long and breathy from the pleasure my nipples were feeling and sounded like the moans I have when a lover sucks my nipples. But there were also moans like the ones I make when I'm getting off on sucking a guy's dick, louder more staccato sounds that the deep quiet moans of pleasure from the simulation of my nipples. My nipple was loving the suction and attention while the rest of my body - hands, mouth, pussy, mind, heart - was loving delivery my nipples the pleasure: "mmmmmmmmmmmm, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmmmm, MM MM MM, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm, MM!"

I dropped my left breast, it's nipple as big and hard as my pinky from the last, and greedily grabbed up my right breast and jammed the nipple in my eager mouth. I sucked for a few seconds and let it drop and bounce on my chest as I reached and pulled the mirror as close as I could without it getting in the way - I wanted to watch closeup. With as much haste, vigor, roughness, and desire as any man has handled my breasts, I raised my right one back up and began sucking with utter pleasure and need. "MM, MM, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I could feel the material of the chair becoming soaked between my legs and down my ass, but I didn't care one bit. I loved what I was seeing in the mirror - my nipple completely submerged in my mouth and the tight, dark aroela leading the way from my mouth to the heavy bulk of my tit. I opened my mouth wider and sucked all the areola into my mouth, feeling the roughness of its surface with my dancing tongue. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, MM, MM, MM, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I thought about running one of my hands between my legs, knowing full well that just a few seconds of touching my clit would send me to a screaming orgasm, but I kept my hands on my breast, not wanting to let go, and knowing that my tit was far to wide for one of my little hands to hold, not to mention its surprising weight. Oh God, it felt so damned good and I loved the sight of that wide expanse of white breast meat spreading beneath my sucking mouth. "MM, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, MM, MM, MM, MM, MM, MM!"

I began thinking I might could make myself lactate in the heat and passion of the moment, but something was missing to achieve that lofty goal - if I had a man (or woman) staring wide-eyed at what I was doing, that might have supplied enough eroticism to push me over the milking edge. Maybe. But alone, even in my enjoyment of the feeling in my nipples, the way I was handling them, and the vision of it in the mirror, it was not enough. But I thought I could reach one thing: an orgasm. That became my goal and I didn't care how long it took. An orgasm just from sucking my own nipples. Rarely, but a few times in my life, I have had a man make me cum just by sucking my nipples. I really felt like I could do that to myself.

I slowly pulled the right areola and nipple from my mouth and began licking all around it. I sat on the very edge of the chair, as close to the mirror as I could, and watched my tongue run up and down my big swollen nipple and dark, wrinkled areola. I dropped the right breast and quickly hoisted the left one again, its nipple still as erect as when it left my mouth and began frantically sucking it. "MM, MM, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmm, MM, MM, mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I could even see myself in the mirror watching me suck my nipples, and that only drove me further.

God, it felt good. God, God, God, God! I wonder if you guys feel the same when you masturbate. Yes, I would rather have someone else sucking them for the eroticism and experience their joy in the act; but, damnit, I knew just how to suck, just how to nipple, just how to swirl my tongue just how often to push more of my tit into my mouth - certainly better than a lover would know what to do. What a lover could do to my nipples was sexier and more exciting, but what I could do to them felt better, for I had that feedback loop between the nerves in my nipple sending signals to my brain to tell my hands, mouth, and tongue exactly what to do to make my nipple feel better.

I continued sucking the left nipple then switched rapidly to the right one. After several minutes it was back to the left one. Then back to the right one again. Back and forth, the feeling in my nipple perfection. 30 minutes passed; 45 minutes; an hour. After nearly an hour and a half, I was there. The low "mmmmmmmmmmmmm" moans had disappeared leaving only the driving "MM! MM! MM! MM!" moans loudly bouncing of the mirror. My eyes were wide. OH YES, I WAS THERE!

My legs spread wide and my pussy dumped a flow of juices all over the cushion of the chair as I screamed in a wondrous vaginal orgasm. My legs twitched as I ran my tongue over and over my right nipple, the one that happened to be in my mouth when I came. When the last contraction ceased, I let my right breast drop as I collasped backward onto the chair, my heavy, wide breasts falling over the side of my chest.

THAT WAS AWESOME!

A wonderful feeling of peace and freedom spread over me. An hour and a half of that with absolutely no pain, only total pleasure, made me happy. But there was something else: I rarely masturbate my clit, partly because I'd rather someone else do it, but also partly because it leaves me with a twinge of having done something wrong - probably some leftovers from my adolescence. But I had just done something that felt absolutely right, absolutely clean, and a whole hell of a lot of fun. This I would do again. This I would do often. This I would do for all my lovers. THIS I WOULD DO FOR ME!

Several times yesterday as I continued to clean, do laundry, do all those boring but necessary things, I would stop, take out a breast, and give its nipple a good long suck. When I got in the shower late that afternoon I gave both my nipples a good long suck. Afterwards, I went down to Doc's house to see all his new gadgets he and his fellow Voyeurs had given themselves as Christmas presents and that Tim would use on me tonight. (Much more on that in my next post.) I tried out some of their new cameras and video screens by pulling out my tits and sucking my nipples. (More on that later, too.) When I got home that eveing, I sat on the couch allowing Target (my dog) to curl up next to me. After she settled down and started sleeping, I opened my top and sucked my nipples. As the night got late, I woke Target and we both went upstairs. She got in her bed as I brushed my teeth. I didn't go to bed, though, I went back to that chair, its cushion still wet, took of my robe and went at my nipples again. Just after midnight, I had another great orgasm - just from sucking my nipples. When I got up this morning, after washing my face, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and sucked my nipples. During my morning shower, I sucked my nipples. I took Target for a walk, got home, went back upstairs to that same chair in front of the mirror, and made myself cum again, just by sucking my nipples. Three times that afternoon, I broke away from what I was doing just to suck my nipples for 5 or 10 minutes. I showered again just a little while ago to begin getting ready for my evening with Tim at Doc's house. My nipples were hard even before they entered my mouth.

Now, I'm ready for Tim - he should be here any minute. I'm going to quit typing now so I can suck my nipples just a bit before he arrives to spend an evening doing whatever he wants to my tits. I'm sure I'll let him watch me suck them.

Do you see a pattern here? Sucking my own nipples has become my new passion. I'm looking forward to spending tomorrow alone with my boobs and nipples.

Sometimes a Girl Has to Do Things Herself

2012-01-18T15:44:00.000-05:00

Suck My Nipple - PLEASE

2012-01-17T00:49:00.001-05:00

Simple instructions. (1) See my nipple below. (2) Put your lips around it. (3) Suck. (4) Don't stop.

I hope you will click on the picture below then right click on it and save it. Then, I want to imagine you sucking it. Can you feel evey little ripple as it tightens and grows in your mouth? Zoom in more, yeah. Please, imagine it inside your mouth as you suck harder and harder. Hear me moan. Zoom in more. Take it baby. Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Just Added the First Clip to My Favorite Porn Clip Page

2012-01-16T23:12:00.000-05:00

As promised, I just put up a publicly available clip of a lady whose body is somewhat similar to mine and who is in the middle of a gangbang, as I have often been. To go to the clip on my "Favorite Porn Clips" page, CLICK HERE!

I don't have any problem showing other women here at this site because I want to bring you a more complete porn experience. Please let me know if you like this new feature by commenting here or emailing me at either marti38h@live.com or marti38h@yahoo.com

Home, 5:00pm - Thursday Night is Going to Be So HOT!

2012-01-16T17:23:00.000-05:00

I left Tim's room about an hour ago. The last 5 hours were a bit less eventful than the previous 12, probably because we were both getting tired, though the heat still passed between us. After lunch, Tim lay back on the couch and I lay bewteen his legs, my back to his chest. We actually did doze off for an hour, but most of the time I just let him do whatever he wanted with my tits. He was very loving and gentle with them so I finally asked him about that. The last time we were together so alone like this past night, I had asked him to let go and be as be as rough with my tits as he wished. He did and left my tits sore and bruised for over a week! (To read about that episode, CLICK HERE and also follow the posts given in that post.) I ended the night by finally taking matters into my hands - or should I say my tits - and masturbated his cock with my tits until he blew his load all over my chest. That didn't take too long.

During the three hours or so I leaned back into him, we talked a lot about what he wanted to do Thursday night (see my last post to understand). I made him promise me that he understood that night was all about him and what he wanted to do with my tits. He is to forget anything else. Just do what HE wants. I owe it to him - and I think I'll enjoy it just as much.

Anyway, I'm exhausted. Daniel and Brenda went out of town to a conference, so I'm home alone with Target, my dog. I'm going to be spending some time with my kids and grandkids the next couple of days, but should have plenty of time to keep posting - and answering your emails.

Oh, and one last thing. Tim helped me decide which porn clip I should put up first on my new porn clip page. Hope you like it!

Kisses,
Marti (OYO)

Tim's Room, 11:00am - Tim Had a Big Milk Breakfast

2012-01-16T11:46:00.000-05:00

It's been 5 hours since my last report from Tim's room, but we haven't slowed down. As reported in the 6:00am post, I got on the couch and Tim put his head in my lap and began nursing on my nipples. For those of you who have been reading this blog for some time, you know that it can take 45 minutes or more of constant and heavy stimulation of my breast and nipples by 6 guys to get me to lactate, so for just one guy sucking on my nipples, it really does take a long time to get me there, After about 90 minutes of Tim suckling on one nipple then the other, I finally got the feeling in my breasts that I would lactate. It was about 8:30 when the milk finally came (along with my orgasm that usually comes with it). Remember that my lactation is from galactorrhea and not pregnancy, so when the milk comes, both nipples express themselves.

When I get super-stimulation of my tits, like with the 6 guy treatment (if you don't remember, that was, on each breast, one guy holding a boob out, one guy constantly kneading it, and the third guy masturbating my nipples with those wonderful teflon forceps Doc supplies) My nipples go off as they did when I was trying to nurse my children so many years ago - hyperactive let down - in myriad jets of milk that can shoot several feet. However, with the constant attention and affection Tim gave them, they opened up in tiny little jets only a few inches from my chest, but, as always, every single milk duct seems to open so my nipples look like a fountain or something. The good thing about the less energetic eruption is that I milk for longer periods of time. Tim drank of me for almost an hour as I used a cup to catch the milk from the nipple he wasn't sucking. I was still spurting after that so we went into the bathroom (to not make a mess) and he took another - how many? - 44 pictures of my spouting nipples. (Tim's just getting out of the shower to go get us some lunch.)

By the time the picture taking was over, the milk had slowed to an occasional drop so he had me put that tattered top back on as he sat and watched the wetness slowly grow around my tits. He took a few more pictures then we stopped for maybe 20 minutes to rest before he went to get a shower. I think he's going to get us some red wine and some nice cheese and crackers for lunch.

Tim, come here, baby. Now, sit down (I'm talking to him as I write - he's naked and hard as he looks at my tits beneath my ruined top.). I've got a surprise for you. We're getting together again Thursday night, right? Well, I've checked it out with Doc and he's happy to oblige. What if we go to his "studio" where he has all that very expensive filming equipment and you, my boob maniac, can be the director and cameraman and do whatever you want with my tits. LOL! He's grinning from ear to ear and his cock just jumped. Doc and his fellow physician voyeurs have been continually updating all their equipment. They have I think 10 very expensive high definition video cameras now with all the fancy lighting equipment and a 10 huge screens all accepting feed from each of the cameras. You can set the cameras and lighting up however you want it and Doc will give you a recording of everything afterward. The Voyeurs will be at the control console - whacking off, I'm sure - to help you out. The Of course, the Voyeurs get a copy, too - it is their equipment. Doc has a whole wardrobe for me so you can choose whatever you want me to wear. And they have that extensive array of specialty equipment made for their pleasure to watch people - these days that almost always means me - having sex. Doc designed what I call the Milking Table. It is firmly attached to the stage and hangs over the stage. It has two holes in it so that when I lay face down, my tits fall through the holes and guys can stand underneath and play and milk my tits. That way 4 guys can make me lactate just as strongly as 6 usually do. The Voyeurs - all physicians - know just how to handle my tits and nipples and can make me squirt milk as powerful as I ever have.

So be thinking over the next several days what you're going to want to do Thursday night. It's all up to you!

He just walked out the door after getting dressed, a bulge in the front of his trousers. For those of you who haven't been with me since about this time last year, there is a lot about Doc, the Voyuers, and Doc's extravagant sex room in posts beginning with February 2010 and a post entitled "The Professional Voyeur Gets an Eye Full." There are quite a few posts from that one into April that describe Doc's set up and my lactation. Read especially the "I'VE GOT MILK" posts from March 2010.

I'm not sure what Tim and I will do after lunch, but I'm sure it will have something to do with my chest, so stay tuned.

Tim's Room 6:00 am - A Camera Full

2012-01-16T06:10:00.000-05:00

As mentioned in my 4:00am post, Tim and I did go and have a nice long hot shower - hot meaning both the water and what went on inside the shower. I'm not sure how clean the rest of us got, my my tits got about 40 minutes worth of soaping, rinsing, rubbing down with cream, soaping rinsing, repeat. I love the slippery feel when my boobs are soaped up, and Tim certainly obliged me, letting them slip and slide through his grasp. I love watching his hands handle my heavy breasts, erect nipples, and taught areolas - he does it with so much keen interest, undivided attention, immense appreciation, and child-like awe. God, he makes me feel like a million dollars - or more.

When we finally were done in the shower, he asked me to dress again and then he showed me his new "toy" - a very nice, expensive digital camera. He told his wife it was for taking nice picturs of their kids and that he brought it on this trip to photograph the project he was working on (he's an environmental engineer), but he confessed he really bought it to take the best possible pictures of my tits and nipples for his own personal library. So we then spent about an hour of him taking pics of my chest in various stages of dress and undress and poses, most of them with my boobs hanging naturally but some of me handling them and sucking my nipples. I must say, the extreme close-ups he took of my hard nipples are amazing in their resolution and focus. I'm not sure how many pics he took - what? - oh, he just told me he has 242 photographs. I suspect there will be more before my stay in his room is over later this afternoon.

I've got my skirt back on and he has on his briefs. Now it's time for his morning feast of two very hard nipples and, hopefully, a long draught of my milk. I'm going to sit on the couch with his head in my lap. He's got some soft jazz playing.

Ready to eat, baby? He's nodding frantically. You can feast for hours, Tim, honey, if you want. I love the feel of my nipples in your mouth and to watch you enjoy me. Let's get started!

Tim's Room 4:00 am - A White Badge

2012-01-16T04:18:00.000-05:00

I am happy to say I am typing this with a white badge adorning my chest - Tim blew a big load across my breasts. He loved watching me play with my tits and suck my nipples and we spend a couple of hours doing that or with him sucking and playing with one while I took care of the other.

I am still wearing my skirt and thoroughly soaked underpants while Tim is finally completely nude. I am looking at his softening cock lying on his leg, a little bit of cum still clinging to the tip. Hang on a second . . .

There, now there is no longer any cum on the end of his cock - I sucked in dry. But, anyway, back to his load that still clings to my chest. Tim took his shirt off soon after my last post and it didn't take too long for his pants to come off, but he kept his briefs on. Poor briefs - they had to hold his raging hardon in for a couple of hours and we shared my big soft tits and hard nipples. A couple of times I would rub his dick through his briefs, but he would stop me after just a little play, afraid he would cum sooner than he wanted. Finally, though, the sight of me sucking my nipples got too much for him and he pulled his cock out. I told him I would finish him however he wanted, but he said that since he had jacked off so many times to my pics and vids that he wanted to do it in real life. So he put his cock up next to my tits and masturbated. It only took a couple of minutes before he splashed this white badge all across my chest.

Now, my skirt is finally coming off as we go to shower together. I hope he spends a lot of time washing my breasts, over and over again. (He's smiling and nodding.) But first, baby, watch this. . . .

So much for the white badge - I just licked most of it off my tits and spooned with my fingertips what I couldn't reach with my tongue and mouth and slipped my finger into my mouth. Almost all gone, except for a sheen across my tits and nipples. LOL! Tim's eyes are as big as oranges after that.

Go start the shower, baby. Let's make it a long one. Then I want to suckle you at my breasts for as long as you want. Hopefully, I'll feed you a breakfast of mother's milk!

LOL! That got his attention!

Tim's Room 1:30 am - WOW!

2012-01-16T01:49:00.000-05:00

"That was absolutely awesome!" I'm saying this to Tim as I write it. I feel like an absolute queen - albeit it a very, very horny one. Tim, baby, you know how to treat a lady's tits, that's for damn sure. We just had two hours of nothing but his rapt attention and devotion to my boobs. It was - IS! - every bit as exciting as that first night 14 months ago. Remember that tight, stretchy top I had mentioned in the 11:00 post? It's a good thing it wasn't expensive because it is so stretched and torn it could never be worn again, at least not in public.

Tim did a great job recreating the feelings and sensations and excitement of that first night. The unveiling of my tits to him took a good (and I do mean GOOD) hour before he ever even saw my nipples, though they were so hard and erect against my top that they were very obvious. At first, his hands were shaking in excitement and anticipation and that made me feel so sexy. I sat in his lap, my back to him, when he finally (after an hour of caressing and squeezing and slowly unveiling my boobs) pulled my top far enough away from my chest where we could both first see my big, hard nipples, his sigh of pleasure and the heat of the moment gave me a mild, but wet, orgasm. We watched as his fingertips ran around and around my areolas making them tighter and tighter. We both were moaning by the time he ripped the top enough for it to fall over my shoulders and bare my breasts. He gasped when he saw them fully nude. Then I let him play with them all he wanted as I watched and wriggled against his hard cock. He remained fully dressed and my skirt stayed on, but the passion and heat shared between he and I and my tits was enormous.

And the night's still young. My breasts are barely covered now by the ruins of my top and, mmmmmmmmmmmm, there go Tim's hands caressing them. This time, though, I'm going to enjoy my tits along with him. That's right, baby, I'm going to play with and suck one of my tits as you do the other. Let's enjoy them together!

Stay tuned!! Here we go!

God, my nipples are hard. And feel so good in his hand and mine!

Tim's Room, 11:00 PM - Are My Tits Famous?

2012-01-15T23:47:00.001-05:00

If you look back in this blog to November 19, 2010, you can find a series of posts I made when I spent the night with Tim. Tim, in a way, is the guy who started my whole porn career in that he was my first extramarital affair and through him I found that Daniel was OK with me seeing other guys. Well, after all this time and all this journey, I'm spending another night with Tim tonight.

I think it all started with Tim in the first place because he is such a total and complete boobaholic and to this day I have never had anyone treat my tits with as much honor and awe and desire and tenderness as he does. Like back in November of 2010, I am going to make a few reports of how the night and morning goes with Tim.

To start off, we spent a couple of hours down in the hotel bar this evening (that was how we met -you can find that story back in posts beginning November 11, 2010) and had a blast. I'm wearing a tight, low cut sweater (no bra, of course) and skirt and Tim, of course, was staring hungrily at my chest as we had a drink. I said something about them being the same boobs he had seen 14 months ago, except bigger, and he said "Yes, but now they're famous." I scoffed at that notion - my boobs being famous. He made some comment about how many men had seen them since he had and that brought about a long a fun discussion on just how many men did see my tits in 2011 and whether that makes them famous.

As both of us have degrees that use a lot of math, we had a blast trying to figure out what we began calling "chest views" and "unique chest views," chest views being how many times my tits had been viewed and unique views being how many individual sets of eyes had seen them. "Chest views" was the easiest to calculate as I can estimate pretty well how many views I've had here at over60bigtits, how many views my vids and pics have had on sites such as xhamster, yuvutu, grannysexforum, zoig, and the like, plus roughly how many movies of me Snake has sold. The number we had to estimate was how many views of my tits had occurred in sites that have gotten my vids and pics from places like xhamster and showed them as their own or how many views some of the other blogs who have carried my stuff may have gotten. When we were done, we came up with 8.1 million "chest views!"

Coming to "unique chest views" was a lot harder and took a lot of assmptions regarding how many guys might have seen my stuff at several sites, might have seen all my vids or pics at the various places I post, how many come back to this site over and over, etc. Then the complete unknown of how many sites I don't know about that have my stuff on them. Taking all this and more into consideration, we came up to the following: 1.6 million different men saw my tits in 2011!

I had no clue the number would be that high (and, yes, the error bar around it is quite large) but we decided there was a 90% chance that the real number was bewteen 1 and 2 million. The whole time we were laughing and making our assumptions and calculations, the thought of being seen so much had my nipples hard and me squirming in my seat. Tim's hungry and loving stares at my chest added to the arousal.

So here I am in his suite, finishing this post, my tits still pushing against my sweater, eager for him to slowly undress them and caress them. He looks ready, too! Look for another post in a couple of hot hours.

1.6 million men - does that make my boobs famous???

My Tits Have Grown Again!!!

2012-01-14T20:21:00.000-05:00

I reported in a post back in September of 2010 that I had graduated from a DDD cup bra (F in Europe) to a G cup. Well, it appears my tits haven’t stopped growing yet. I was measured and I am now an H cup and am up to a 38 inch band from a 36. It happened so gradually I didn’t notice the change until I started noticing other things. Even as a G cup, I continued to sometimes wear my DDD bras occasionally. (These days, of course, I rarely wear a bra, but sometimes I do.) The DDD cups were squeezing my tits together so tightly that they were starting to bulge up near my chin! Back in September 2010, I could suck my nipples, but it wasn’t easy and I had to strain my tit and my neck to reach one of them. Now, I can suck my nipples as easily as I can suck my thumbs. Lastly, do you remember the pictures I posted a few months ago (CLICK HERE to see) of me in that tiny little black dress? I was putting it on a few weeks ago for a photo shoot and the strap that runs around the back of my neck broke! My tits spilled out of that tight little thing like they were spring loaded, LOL! The final clue came just yesterday in an email from Tim – remember him? He’s that guy I had my first extramarital fling with back in November 2010. He was the one who was a complete boobaholic. Anyway, I’m going to get together with him next week while he’s in town in that same hotel for some fun, so I sent him a pic of me topless to whet his appetite. He wrote back swearing I was much larger than I was that night I first showed him my tits.

So, I went and had myself measured for a bra. Yep, 38H, up from the 36DDD (or 36F) from the summer of 2010. Now, I have gained a bit of weight, but not too much. The guys of “Josh’s Mom” were really wanting me to grow my boobs bigger so I kinda let my weight rise (only about 6 pounds, though). Plus, Harry loves them bigger. And remember, I am on some hormones and supplements administered by my gynecologist (Emerson, remember him?) to help with lactation and they may have some effect, too. Plus, some women’s tits just get bigger. I’ve written in my pay-site recommendations list about Chloe Vevrier – who I think is the most incredibly shaped woman on the planet. Anyway, she says her boobs have grown from a G cup when she first started her site to a K cup now with only a modest weight gain. Maybe my body is like hers (I wish!), in that my boobs will just grow with my age and a disproportionate amount of any weight gain goes there. Oh, and one of my other favorite porn actresses, Samantha 38G, is way past a G cup. Knowing what I know now, I’m putting her around a 40J.

Anyway, I’ll post some pics soon of me a couple years ago and today so you can see for yourself in the change in my boob size.

New Video Added January 14, 2012

2012-01-14T12:31:00.000-05:00

Just added a new video! As always, you can stream the video from here at over60bigtits by going to my video page (CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE VIDEO PAGE ) and clicking on the vido. Or, you can download the video FOR FREE from my hosting site by clicking the link above the video on the video page. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Of Harry and Lacy and My Journey to "Josh's Mom"

2012-01-11T21:08:00.000-05:00

(I have been far too long from what is really the heart of my story into sexual freedom and pornography. It's time I finish that jouney with you. That means picking up where I left off the night I rediscovered Harry at Lacy's house, she his new lover.

To digress, here is the link for the last post I made about that night - gosh, it was posted back in August! CLICK HERE FOR THE LAST POST ON THIS NIGHT! Harry said something that night which was in that last post that turned out to be very, very important and significant to this whole tale. This is what he said" “If you put your trust in me and follow where I lead you then I believe you will find yourself on a sexual journey more exciting and fulfilling than anything you could imagine. You have the body to do it; you have the skills to do it; you have the spirit to do it. Will you give me that opportunity to take you there? Do you have that faith in me?”

And now, to continue where I left off . . . .)

When Harry opened the door for Lacy, I heard him gasp a “Wow! You look fantastic!” I turned my head and watched as she entered – and I immediately felt ugly. Lacy really did look fantastic. Her long luxurious brown hair fell in gentle curls over her slender shoulders while my much shorter hair was messy with exertion. Her low cut silk blouse and the waist of her skirt showed off her thin torso while my tummy was larger than I should have ever let it get. Then, of course, there was her perfect long legs which she showed off with the short skirt and high heels; at least I’ve been told I have nice legs, but hers are damn perfect. She is 43 with that mature yet unwrinkled face while I am 61 with a face that clearly isn’t 43. She has B-cup boobs whereas I have G-cup so that’s quite a difference, but her tits fit her body well. She exudes more sexuality than any other woman I know. So why would Harry want me over Lacy? All I have over her are my bigger tits, my occasionally milky nipples, and a mouth and throat that can handle him all, and only then because he trained me. I hoped I would understand one of these days.

Lacy didn’t act at all surprised to see me naked and strapped to the bed. Nor did she act surprised to see Harry’s big, wet hardon staring at her, though she was immediately fascinated by the size and strength of the thing and, like me, had a hard time keeping her eyes off of it, except when she flashed her eyes in the direction of my tits which sagged down my sides, their nipples erect.

Harry knelt on the bed such that his huge stiff dick wobbled less than a foot directly above my eyes. He invited Lacy to join him and had her kneel just before him such that if I turned my eyes one way I saw Harry’s cock and if I turned my eyes the other way, I looked up Lacy’s short skirt and directly at her glistening, moist, big-lipped pussy. Harry loving took her face in his hands, told her how happy he was to be with her, how forward he had looked to this evening, pouring the romantic part of his Jekyll and Hyde all over her, that part of him that he only ever showed me in brief snippets. I felt a sting of jealousy in the pit of my stomach as if I was just his fuck toy, a throat to park his big cock in and bang, while Lacy was his lady. Those rare times when he had been kind, caring, romantic with me had been thrilling and special dotted, as they were, in the 98% of the time he called me a whore, a slut, a bitch as he rammed his cock or some giant dildo in and out my throat with occasional forays into my pussy. And here he was, all gentleman and tenderness, to Lacy. God, why did I want this man so? Why did I yearn for his mistreatment? Why did I let him do things to me I would never have let anyone else do? Why had I put him on a pedestal well above any of the many other guys I had fucked? It wasn’t just his cock I craved – though, at the time it was the biggest I had ever inside me (though several have passed him now, 8 months later) and it remains to this day the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. In some bizarre way, I respected Harry more than anyone else, including Daniel. He was my teacher in all things sexual – and, I think, in all things unsaid and mysterious. Perhaps that is the link: we seem to connect without saying a thing.

I watched as he kissed Lacy, open mouthed and deep. If he had any thoughts of dominating her, it went out with that first kiss. She took control of it, as she had with me. Precum began forming around his piss slit as she made love to his mouth with her tongue. He was even moaning and breathing hard when she released him and a drop of his precum fell onto my cheek. Clearly, they would be equals in the bed whereas to each of them I was their student and subordinate.

Then I remembered why Harry was hard in the first place. I remember how he sat in front of me, just staring at my tits, while his huge cock slowly rose and stiffened and dripped its precum, all without a single touch. I remembered his proposal of just a few minutes ago. I remembered my first lesbian encounter with Lacy and how, though she was clearly the teacher, it was my body and soul that were the center of attention. And, though I wasn’t sure what was going to transpire this evening, two things were obvious: they were going to have sex and they both wanted me to be there, maybe even be a part of it. It was as if I was the conduit that connected them sexually for they weren’t naturally attracted to each other sexually: though Lacy is bisexual, she is preferentially lesbian and gets turned on by a nice set of female breasts; Harry wants someone he can dominate, deepthroat, and throat fuck – none of which would work with Lacy – and he also likes big boobs (Lacy’s are nice and pert, but of average size with petite areolas and nipples). I was what they each wanted and, through that connection, I made them want each other.

Yes, I was their student and subordinate – but I was also their sexual ideal and most coveted prize, and, in that, they put me above themselves sexually, my pedestal higher than their own. My jealousy turned into pride and self-confidence and into love, for the both of them. And in return, I would do whatever they wanted.

I couldn’t wait to see where the night would take me.

Two New Videos Added January 7, 2012

2012-01-07T14:41:00.000-05:00

I just added two new videos. You can stream them from this site or you can download higher resolution versions FOR FREE from a hosting site by clicking the link above the video. To go to my video page, CLICK HERE!

The Direction Ahead

2012-01-05T17:41:00.000-05:00

(First, just let me say HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!)

As I wrote in my last 2011 post, the main goal of my life posts here at over60bigtits will be to take you from where I was on the path to porn and “Josh’s Mom” (Harry coming back into my life) up to and beyond the week I spent in the Florida Keys with the guys of “Josh’s Mom.” As I stated back in September around Labor Day, I had another weekend picking up guys at the nightclub and fucking them, but, to be honest, I didn’t think they were near as hot as that first weekend which Lacy and I have already written about here, with the exception of my time alone in the hotel room with Lacy and Harry. So, I decided not to write about that second weekend so I can get back to the more important things that happened to me from about mid April on. (I did tell Lacy she could write up that second weekend and she said she might – I love how detailed she is in her writing and how she puts letters together to make the sounds of sex; I’ve tried to start doing some of that myself.)

When I sat down to pick the story back up (I haven’t written about it since August), I began to realize that I remembered much more about what happened than when it happened. But, to keep the flow straight, I felt like I needed to nail down the dates certain things happened so I wouldn’t confuse myself – or, more importantly, you, my dear reader. So, this post is simply a time line for us all to refer to so we (especially me) can keep things in order. Lacy, Harry, and even Daniel helped me with the dates

April 16, 2011. My first real lesbian sex with Lacy. I’ve already written about this.

The weekend April 22 – 24. When Harry came back into my life and became Lacy’s male lover and we formed a threesome.

May 1 – May 6. The week Daniel and I kind of went our separate ways as I temporarily moved in with Lacy. May 1 – The day I met Donnie and his gargantuan cock.

May 8. The last of the WFMC gangbangs. (Already written about.)

May 9 – May 14. A couple of intense humiliation sex episodes. Entered into my sexual funk as I wrote about back in May.

Late May. Stayed away from sex to try to get my zest for life and sex back. Covered in some posts from May.

Around June 2 or 3. With help from Lacy and Harry, came to grips with who I am sexually.

June 5. Harry approaches me about auditioning for Snake and trying a career in porn. I agree.

June 10 – 12. The weekend of Snake’s “audition” and the making of my first underground porn vids. Also, after the audition, the most – how should I say this – intense, BY FAR, of any sex I’ve ever had, before or since, and the breaking of a couple of my taboos.

June 13. I get the offer as the lead in “Josh’s Mom.”

June 16 – 21. First days of “Josh’s Mom” filming.

June 23 – July 1. Family vacation with my grandkids – absolutely no sex.

July 8 – July 14. The week in the Florida Keys with the boys of “Josh’s Mom.” Probably the best week of sex I’ve ever had.

July 14 – December 31. Many, many episodes of “Josh’s Mom,” sex with Lacy and Harry, Donnie and his incredible dong, the weekends picking up guys at the nightclub, etc., etc., etc.

Hope you’ll stay tuned for the details. I promise they will be graphic, hot, surprising, humiliating (for me), and will take you into my possible thoughts, feelings, and sexual desires.

Looking Back and Looking Forward

2011-12-30T11:47:00.000-05:00

What a difference a year makes!

First, let’s look at how far over60bigtits has come since January 1, 2011. At that point, this site had only 75,000 views. 2011 will end with total views around 720,000! Almost 10 times as many. This site is who I am – not just my tits and my body, but what is inside of me, my life and my thoughts, and my dreams. To have so many viewers now is just simply thrilling and humbling at the same time. I’m pretty darn lucky for a 60+ y/o girl.

At the beginning of 2011, I was very reluctant to show my face online, even here. Now, I’m everywhere on the net showing every stitch of me. I’ve been surprised at how many sites have picked up my stuff posted either here or at xhamster or yuvutu and have shown it elsewhere. If anybody out there thinks that sex is gone after 60, I’m living proof that it is still HOT!

Back in January, I didn’t have either a video page or a picture page here at over60bigtits. Not only are they available now, but have grown in content and sophistication. The videos are now streaming and downloadable and the pictures can be downloaded either individually or in bulk as zip files. And Marti’s Virtual Gangbang was born in 2011. I LOVE that page and look at it very often. I’ve said it here before: though I don’t masturbate very often, looking over the Virtual Gangbang page gets me going and has become my exclusive masturbation viewing material. What an honor it is to have my body next to your dick and covered with your cum.

And, of course, there are all my email friends. I cannot thank you enough for all your kind words, for all your hot thoughts, and for all your comments, suggestions and insights. For most of the year I was able to keep up and never let an email go more than 2 or 3 weeks without a reply. I know I’ve gotten behind since mid November, but I promise to catch up – more on that later.

And in my personal life! What a whirlwind 2011 was. It was only back in November 2010 that I had my first extramarital fling with Tim (remember that?), and that was only allowing him to enjoy my tits. Even though I wasn’t surprised, it was still quite a shock knowing that Daniel fully approved of my extra sex and even encouraged it. Then Harry turned things far more sexual in December 2010 eventually leading to my first gangbang. Did things ever snowball from there and throughout 2011. First, there were Harry’s tough lessons that eventually taught me to deepthroat any cock in any position. Then there was the advent of the We’ve Fucked Marti Club (WFMC) which, in a matter of a couple of months, turned into super gangbangs where I was blowing, fucking, and handjobbing (is that a word?) over 40 guys in one night. Much of the success of the WFMC I owe to good old Doc and his friend, Emerson. Those two certainly have become two of my best friends and advisers and still love to just watch me, and I still love showing myself to them. But, alas, my shoulder problem (arthritis) slowed the WFMC gangbangs and eventually I decided that I preferred more intimate sex, even if more than one guy (and a girl!) are part of it. That’s not to say there haven’t been any more gangbangs, but I haven’t told that story yet.

Then there was that day when I met one of the WFMC members, Olaf, at the grocery store and followed him home to let him fondle and suck my tits to fulfill a fantasy of his. Remember what happened? It changed my sexual life again. He sucked my nipples so long, so earnestly, and with such love for them that I eventually lactated. With my physician friends Doc and Emerson’s advice (and some supplements from Emerson), a group of WFMC members learned what it takes to make my nipples spew milk and we put on quite a few shows for the full WFMC membership. That also brought two people into my life that would change my life forever: Lacy and Brenda – Lacy for the better, Brenda for the worse. They were the first two women to ever touch me sexually. That eventually led me to a full blown lesbian relationship with Lacy and she remains my special friend, companion, and, of course, lover. I still prefer men, by the way, and Lacy is the only girl I have sex with, but she is awesome.

As for Brenda, she pulled Daniel away from me, though not, I think, intentionally. I always knew how much of a breast man Daniel was, but it was worse than I imagined. When big Brenda came along with her 48J tits (or something like that, compared to my 38G’s) and big rest of her body, Daniel couldn’t help himself. And, too, Brenda longed for a straight relationship and had turned to homosexuality for comfort when things didn’t work out for her when she was younger. Daniel and Brenda are still fucking like rabbits, as far as I know, and have also added a third, an even bigger plumper named Lilac. Still, Daniel and I remained married and do spend a few nights together each month.

That was when someone re-entered my life – Harry, my sexual teacher. He, Lacy, and I have become a threesome and our sex together is hotter than anything I had ever imagined and has been a source for my sexual creativity. Then Harry introduced me to Donnie who has become a need and a love of my life. You will learn about him (and his amazing cock) soon.

Harry became something else, too – my entry into the world of pornography. He led me to my producer, Snake, and Harry helped me through Snake’s thorough and grueling test of acceptance that led to me being offered the lead in the “Josh’s Mom” series. Snake and his partner, Pops, have since become my mentors and father figures (even for this 60+ y/o!). And, of course, Snake and Pops brought me the four boys of “Josh’s Mom:” Josh, Robby, Maltese, and Stafford. God, I love those guys. The things we have done sexually are a book into themselves. I’ll have to let my writings in 2012 bring the four of them to life for you.

Yes, a lot happened to 2011, and almost all of it good. Regrets? Sure. I regret losing so much of Daniel, first and foremost. I regret getting myself sidetracked last September with that hot weekend when I picked up those guys at the nightclub with Lacy. That put me so far behind what was most important for me to write about. And I regret getting behind in responding to your emails.

As for 2012? At ovr60bigtits, I’m getting right back to my life story from where I left off - Harry’s strange request to trust him and how Harry, Lacy, and I became a threesome. I will bring Donnie into the picture and will go into detail about Snake’s “audition” and about some of the porn stars I have had the pleasure to fuck. And, I will fill up a lot of these pages with my life with Josh, Robby, Maltese, and Stafford. Daniel continues to love filming me, which we invariably do when we’re together, so there should be lots of new video and pictures at this site in 2012.

Oh, and please keep sending me your suggestions as to how to improve over60bigtits – I have already incorporated some of them!

I don’t think there will be near as much new in my life in 2012 as in 2011 – how could there be?!? I see filming going until at least June with the three remaining guys of “Josh’s Mom:” Josh, Robby, and Maltese. Lacy, Harry, and I will continue, I’m sure, to have our great sex. I definitely plan to keep Donnie as my “secret” lover. I’ll keep performing for Doc and Emerson and any more voyeur friends of theirs. Who knows, maybe I’ll even bring back the WFMC, though not with the super gangbangs.

The big question for 2012 will be: What about Daniel and me? If we split, will I take up full time with one of those who have asked me to: Josh, Robby, Harry, or Lacy?

Whatever happens, most of all I hope you will stay with me here at over60bigtits. Keep your emails coming, please. And don’t forget to send things to my Virtual Gangbang. I hope to masturbate more in 2012!!!!

Happy New Year to you all!

Kisses,

Marti (OYO)

New Video Added Today

2011-12-29T09:29:00.000-05:00

I added a new video today, the last one for 2011, though I promise to post lots more starting early in 2012. As always, the video can be streamed from over60bigtits or you can click on the link given with the vid to go to a site where you can download a higher resolution version FOR FREE. To go to my videos page, CLICK HERE!

Of Lacy's Sucking and Hammer's Fucking - Part 2 and Finish

2011-12-28T20:43:00.000-05:00

(For Part 1 of this entry, CLICK HERE. )

That pussy pounding lasted, at least initially, for about 90 minutes. We started in missionary as I pulled him on top of me then went to doggie with me kneeling, then to me on top, then to me on top reverse, then to doggie again, this time with mE standing and bent over, then to me standing and leaning against the wall facing him then back to missionary. For most of that fuck session, Lacy would get as close to my pussy as she could without getting in our way and watch fascinated as his rock hard cock disappeared inside of me then pulled back to make another thrust (or me thrusting down on him), my sopping wet pussy making splashing sounds as our thighs (or his thighs and my butt) slapped together. Occasionally, Lacy would back away from the site of Hammer’s cock in my pussy to squeeze and toy with my bouncing tits, but she would always come back to watch the thrusting, sometimes only inches from the actual penetration where she would get a light mist of pussy juice splashed upon her face.

And Hammer lived up to his nickname. When he was working me, his fucking was rapid yet rhythmic and practically non-stop. And when I was on top of him, his strong arms and big hands held my hips and ass firm as he assisted my up and down movements. No doubt about it: Hammer is one great fuck.

Towards the end of the fuck session, Lacy reached in and started to massage my clit as Hammer fucked me hard in missionary. My clit was already swollen and eager for someone’s touch of fingers or tongue so she hadn’t been at it long before I could feel a great orgasm approaching. “Don’t stop, either of you!” I shouted. “Don’t dare stop!” His rapid pounding, her adept fingers, the sloshing sound my pussy made with each of his thrusts, and the smell of my own juices flowing were sending me over the top. I spread my legs as wide as I could. My world dwindled down to what was happening to my pussy. “Don’t stop! Don’t, don’t, don’t – ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” God, that orgasm was awesome. The muscles of my stomach, back, and ass twitched to the contractions of my pussy. I could feel my wetness spread over the sheet.

When at last my body went limp, I felt Hammer stop and adjust his position as Lacy licked her fingers clean. “Now it’s my turn!” he said. “No, no wait,” I answered. “Fuck her!” I said nodding toward Lacy. “She loves the way you fuck, so finish inside of her and let her feel it!” “Would be my pleasure!” Hammer said with excitement in his eyes as his eyes roamed over Lacy’s sweet body. Lacy looked confused at first but it didn’t take her long to decide. With a broad smile, she peeled off the little nighty she still wore until it had taken the long journey down her beautiful legs and she sat nude on the bed. “Just promise to fuck me hard, I mean really hard,” she said then lay back, spread her legs, took the back of her shapely calves in her hand and pulled her legs up and back so that her pussy was open wide, her big clit glistening. Hammer took her by the hips and pulled her toward the end of the bed so her cunt was just over the side. He picked her up by the ass and shoved his cock in hard. He began pounding her mercilessly to her exhortations of “fuck me hard, baby” and “slam that cock in me.” I slid up next to her and dangled my tits in her face. She dropped her legs only to rest them on Hammer’s broad shoulders then took my tits in her hands as her pert B-cup boobs bounced furiously. “God I love these big fat fucking tits,” she said as she alternately squeezed them and sucked them. “These big fat fucking droopy ass soft mushy freckled melons.” She called to Hammer. “Yeah, that’s it baby, fuck my juicy wet wide open cunt and watch me suck these big fucking hard nipples.” I looked to Hammer; he gleam in a cover of sweat as he pounded her, his eyes going from her thin body and bouncing boobies to how she groped and chewed my big dangling tits and nipples. I could see him tense and new how close he was – he had been ready to blow inside me and once he had gotten to that point, it wasn’t going to take him long to shoot, especially with Lacy talking so dirty to him and spread her pussy and with him watching her making a feast of my breasts. He started with low mumblings that quickly grew in volume and clarity as he got closer and closer and his thrusts got more and more violent. “Yes, Yes, YEs, YEs, YES, YES!” the last “yes” came out long and sustained as he slammed himself deep inside Lacy. “YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! Ahhhh, yessssssssssssss!” He slowly lowered her ass back down to the bed.

Lacy and I had done this several times before with Harry, so she knew what was coming next, though Hammer didn’t. I crept down her body and waited until Hammer slowly pulled his cock out, cum and pussy juices clinging to it and running down her slit. I quickly took his cock in my mouth and cleaned it of cum and juice. I then knelt before Lacy, pushed her legs apart, and eagerly cleaned out her pussy then turned my tongue to her big, anxious clit. It didn’t take too long before she exploded and blew her juices all over my face, hair, and shoulders. I don’t think Hammer had ever seen a woman in real life ejaculate like that. “Damn!” he said. “If I had known that was coming then I would have had my face down there!”

After Hammer left, Lacy and I showered together then climbed in bed. She had to be up and out early the next morning, so we didn’t get each other worked up any more that night, but, when I fell asleep, she had my tits cupped in her hands.

New Video and New Picture Set

2011-12-27T15:12:00.000-05:00

Just added a new downloadable video and a picture set today, December 27. The video can either be streamed from here at over60bigtits or you can download a higher resolution version by following the link just above the video. To go to my video page, CLICK HERE! One can either view and download the pics one at a time or download the whole set as a zip file by clicking the link above the thumbs. To go to my picture page, CLICK HERE!

My Best of the Season to You All!

2011-12-23T17:29:00.000-05:00

Click on the video below for my Season's Greetings to each of you.

A Change At “Josh’s Mom” – The Boys’ Real Stories

2011-12-22T17:01:00.000-05:00

(I always feel I have to make this disclaimer first in case any knew readers get the wrong idea. “Josh’s Mom” is a series of porn videos starring me and 4 “boys.” These videos are not readily available as they depict incest – one of the boys is my son – and underage sexual activity and are sold through nefarious outlets that could get a downloader arrested – SO DON’T ASK. HOWEVER, IN REALITY THE BOYS ARE ALL 18 AND ARE CAST TO LOOK 16 – AND THE BOY PLAYING JOSH IS NOT REALLY MY SON!)

I reported last week that I had been very involved with filming “Josh’s Mom” from late November until last week but that I was through for the year. As it turns out, that last statement wasn’t true. Let me explain . . . .

The good news is that the “Josh’s Mom” series is still selling very well, though not growing in sales as fast as it was back in August and September. But my producers, Snake and Pops, are still making loads of money off our films and, strangely enough, I have made more money – lots more - in 2011 than ever before in my life, though I retired from my “day” job last spring. And the boys are doing quite well financially, too. With the continued success, Snake offered us all new contracts through June 2012 to complete a year’s worth of episodes. I signed on immediately as did three of the boys: Josh, Robby, and Maltese. Stafford, on the other hand, declined and is leaving “Josh’s Mom.” Our contracts require exclusivity to “Josh’s Mom” and even requires that the guys not have sex with anyone other than me. Both of those requirements were too much for Stafford: he is leaving our series to do mainstream porn and to start a relationship with a XXX model who does films for Pops.

After Stafford declared his intentions, Snake called us back to the house we use in Tampa to film a few episodes to allow Stafford to leave while continuing the story. The storyline in the film is fairly true to life; Staff is leaving to pursue a porn career based o the success of “Josh’s Mom.” Following Snake’s wisdom in that the closer we stick to reality and to who we really are, the more realistic “Josh’s Mom” will be and the less likely we will be to be inconsistent in the plot and story, it was (as gets told in the films) Stafford who first mentioned selling the videos they were making of the four of them and I and that he knew just the guy (through his parents who work in the porn industry) who would buy them. I’ll let the posts (which I will eventually get to) that explains “Josh’s Mom” in detail as to how the films fictionally got to be sold, but one part of the story is true: Stafford’s parents in real life ARE porn stars which was how he got selected to be in “Josh’s Mom.” His mother has retired from acting and modeling but does some bookkeeping for Pops, while his dad still performs occasionally and does a bit of producing. But, at least, they are a real family – or as real as a family connected to the porn industry can be. Which is a lot more than can be said for the other three boys. And, I think, that is why the other three are so loyal to me and this project while Stafford is not. Stafford has a good home and family – the others do not and I have become more of a family to them than anything else they’ve ever had.

First, a bit about Josh and Robby and where they come from in real life. They are foster brothers. I don’t know the details and am happily ignorant of them, but suffice it to say that, rarely but sometimes, unwanted pregnancies occur in the porn industry. While many women who face this choose abortion, Josh and Robby’s real moms chose to go through with their pregnancies, but decided against raising them as a impediment to their careers. Snake and Pops and, I think, several other top producers fund a foster home for such children and that is where the two were raised and became best friends. Staff, Josh, and Robby had obviously inherited their fathers’s dicks and are all very well hung. It was Snake’s knowledge of Josh and Robby that first brought the story and method of production to Snake’s mind. In discussing it with his partner, Pops, Snake learned of Stafford and so the original idea of “Josh’s Mom” was to be of a lady and three boys. That seed was planted in Snake’s and Pops’s minds maybe three years ago and they waited for the boys to turn 18 as they search for an appropriate woman to play Shannon, Josh’s Mom.

Then, early in 2011, Maltese came into the picture. And his is the saddest story. He was conceived during a one night stand and never knew his father. His mother was little more than a crack whore who would go in and out of rehab in California as Maltese aged. Other than prostitution, his mom would sometimes do a bit of porn to keep up her habits. When Maltese turned 18 in December of 2010, his mother took him to one of the porn producers she knew and essentially tried to sell him and his big cock. The producer saw what was happening and, for Maltese’s sake, paid Maltese’s mother then contacted Pops here in Florida to see if a better life could be made for him in the Florida porn industry. Pops took him on and had him act as nothing more than a big hard dick in a gangbang flick. But it didn’t take Pops long to learn that Maltese just wasn’t cut out for pure porn – essentially the guy was just too sensitive and couldn’t extricate himself from the act of sex. That was when Pops decided Maltese would be right for “Josh’s Mom.” And so the number of guys became four as they waited for the youngest – Robby – to turn 18. Still they hadn’t settled on a woman to play Josh’s Mom, though apparently they had a leading candidate, but she was a porn veteran and what they really wanted was someone who had never acted in porn before, to be both an unknown and to be someone fresh – not to mention being old enough to mother a 16 year old boy.

Harry knew of the plan to make “Josh’s Mom” (I’ll explain how as the full story unfolds) and, after his training of me to swallow his monster cock and the whirlwind that was the We’ve Fucked Marti Club (WFMC – see posts from last February to April for details), he suggested me to Snake for the lead. I’ll explain soon Snake’s “interview” process to vet me and how I was chosen, but so it was that the “Josh’s Mom” family came together. When Josh, Robby, and Maltese all moved into the house in Tampa with me but Staff didn’t, I wondered what Stafford was thinking. Now I know. He was always just a bit more distant with me than the other three and, I felt, always a bit more into the whole thing for the sex and money than for the deep bonds I was building with them. Josh, Robby, and Maltese needed me; Staff didn't.

And so, Staff is ready to grow beyond “Josh’s Mom” and I wish him all the best. He will not be replaced in the filming so it will just be Josh, Robby, Maltese and I from now on. For now, and I think, if it were to work out, the three of them would be happy to keep our “family” together for several more years – not only because of the several times a day sex, but because of the love I share with them, and they with me. I do often think of them as my own boys – well, with great sex involved, of course. It allows me to do forbidden things without really doing them, if you understand me. As for them, as long as my health holds up and I can keep up with them, then they are content and happy. Josh and Robby have even asked me to marry them – imagine that! Two guys 43 years younger than I wanting such a thing! But it shows how much they care. And Maltese – I’m the mother he always wished he had, a mother that is also his lover.

I know I’ve talked about “Josh’s Mom” a lot and have never gotten into telling you, dear readers, all the hot things we do, but I feel I have to explain the details of how I got to the boys first. I probably should never have gotten on the tangent of my nights when I picked all those guys up at the nightclub, but since I started that, I should finish it. I’ll make it shorter though so I can get back to Harry and how I became a porn star and how I became Josh’s Mom.

New Pic Set and Downloadable Vid Added!

2011-12-17T13:17:00.000-05:00

I just added a new picture set which you can either download FOR FREE one at a time by clicking on the thumbs or download FOR FREE as a zip file. To go to my pic page, CLICK HERE! To see the new video and download it from my downloadable vids page, CLICK HERE! As always, if a link here doesn't work, leave me a comment or an email and I will repair it.

It's Been Too Long Since I've Updated

2011-12-17T10:25:00.002-05:00

Hi everyone and happy holiday season to you all. If you visit here regularly, you’ve probably noticed I haven’t been updating very often. I also have gotten way behind on answering your emails. Except for the long Thanksgiving weekend when I was around lots of family and was unable to update, I have been spending almost all my time in Tampa with the boys of “Josh’s Mom” filming enough to get us through the holiday break. I’m back in north Florida now and won’t see Josh, Robby, Stafford, and Maltese until the second week of January. We had lots of footage to create to get Snake through the nearly four week break. Josh, Robby, and Maltese have all moved in with me while I’m in Tampa (Stafford still lives on his own). The rule around the house is that unless my bedroom door is locked, I am available to them. And, let me tell you, those 18 and 19 year-olds are INSATIABLE! It almost feels like if I’m not sleeping or eating, I’m having sex with at least one of them. I’m really going to miss the closeness I feel with them – not to mention the high of being the center of their young desires and attentions. I suspect it will be wild abandon when I see them again in January.

Anyway, the boys are why I haven’t been able to update much at over60bigtits or answer emails, but I have most of the next 4 weeks to catch up (except for the days around Christmas when my kids and grandkids will be with me). So look for lots of video, picture, and blog updates between now and mid January. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE WITH ME!

Thoughts on Cum and Other Good Things

2011-12-17T10:24:00.001-05:00

I posted last November (has it been that long already?!?) my personal feelings about that piece of the male we most often associate with sex – a dick – and what I think makes a great cock, a good cock, and something I wouldn’t touch even if I was wearing a HAZMAT suit. But I left out some other things about what’s hanging around a man’s groin and what they can do all of which can be insanely sexy, exciting, and erotic – it’s not all about the dick, you know.

First, so you don’t have to run back to the post last November on what makes me like a particular dick (if you really want to look back, CLICK HERE), let me summarize and add some points from the 100+ cocks I’ve had in the last 12 months. A cock must be hard, clean, and, if not pretty, at least normal looking. Give me a small, clean, pretty dick over a big smelly ugly one any day. And, yes, a soft dick just can’t stand up (pun intended) to a hard one – though there are degrees of hardness (read later). Meeting the first three, then comes size. SIZE MATTERS – don’t let anybody say otherwise. And, when it comes to size, girth (thickness) is more important than length. Girth satisfies the pussy better and I have yet to meet a dick that couldn’t fit in my pussy and my throat because of its being too thick, though I have struggled to get a few of them down my throat. I consider anything over 6 inches in girth large, near or over 7 inches huge, and over 8 inches to be a monster. A cock can be too long, however, for a good fuck session. For my anatomy, and all women are different, a cock longer than 10 inches (and I have now had several) is too long to fuck good because it hits the dead end deep inside me and can be painful if the guy keeps smashing the back of my pussy with it. Orally, I have no issues with any length I’ve had – and I have had some long ones. I consider anything over 7 ½ inches to be long, over 8 ½ inches to be huge, over 10 inches to be monster, and over 12 inches to be OMFG-LOOK-AT-THE-SIZE-OF-THAT-DAMN-THING big (and I have had 3 cocks over 12 inches). Girth is measured around the thickest part of the shaft (not head) while length is measure along the top, lightly pressed into the pelvis to the tip of the head. I like a dick with a slight mushroom head because it tickles nicely just underneath my clit when I fuck it and also prepares my throat for the shaft during oral. I also like a slight upward curve for fucking, though straight is better for deep throating. Oh, and I LOVE veins.

All of that above is what makes a man’s groin fun to play with, gorgeous to look at, and erotic to think about. But there are things about a man “down there” that are, somehow, more basic than the size and shape of his cock – things that are more primeval and speak of virility instead of masculinity. From my perspecitive, a big, beautiful dick is like a clitoral orgasm: it has the WOW factor, it is earth-shattering, scintillating, it is the main event. But these 6 things I’m going to list below are more like a vaginal orgasm: satisfying, full body pleasuring, numbing, the end of a good book. (The vast majority of my orgasms are clitoral. For me, vaginal orgasms usually just occur when I cum while riding or when I cum during lactation.) The things below make me think the man will be an excellent mate where as the one with the big cock will be an excellent lover. Yes, I’m generalizing; but this is more my instincts talking than my brain.

What are these 6? Here they are in random order . . . .

6 – THE HARDER THE DICK THE BETTER

As long as the cock is hard enough to penetrate my pussy and my throat, then it is hard enough to enjoy. However, there is just something sexy about a super hard dick, a dick that stands straight up when a guy is sitting down. A dick that immediately springs back to its erect position when I pull down on it. To me, a really, really hard dick meanns he finds me really, really exciting and attractive and sexy. It also signifies a man of power, at least in that primeval way I mentioned. If a dick stands straight up I figure it is worthy of being buried deep inside me. Extreme hardness actually goes with two things: youth and a smaller dick. Really big dicks tend not to get really hard, and, unfortunately, my experience says that older dicks also tend not to get as hard. Now, these last two are not definitive. I’ve had huge dicks that were extremely hard and I have dicks on guys over 60 that were as hard as any 20 year old, but, as a rule, the chances of that ultimate hardon are better with youth and smaller size

5 - THE LONGER AMOUNT OF TIME A DICK STAYS HARD THE BETTER

When I get that great hardon, I want it to stay that way through the entire sex session, which I hope will last an hour or longer. A guy with great stamina in his cock speaks of a man who would be a good provider, always ready and always caring. It is so fucking sexy when a guy goes down to lick my pussy for fifteen minutes and comes up just as hard as he was when he went down. Now, don’t get me wrong, I never mind stroking a cock back up, or sucking it back up, or rubbing it between my tits back up, but it is awesome when it is always up. I hate to say it again, but this is a trait I normally attach to youth – though Viagra helps (Daniel has just started on it).

4 – BIG BALLS ARE BETTER THAN SMALL BALLS

Big balls instinctively make me think of lots of cum which makes me think that this is a virile man. Plus, I love to play with a man’s balls (just ask Leo!). I always thought Daniel had big balls, but I’ve had a few sets that were magnificently huge. Can they big too big? Kinda. I like sucking on a man’s balls, but I’ve come across some that were way to big to get them both in my mouth at one time and I have found that sucking on just one ball tends to be painful to the man as it tends to separate the two and they don’t seem to like that. But from that primeval side of me again, a man’s balls cannot be too big.

3 – THE FURTHER A MAN’S CUM SHOOTS, THE BETTER

I bet this one surprised you, didn’t it? Again, my instincts say that a man who can shoot his load to the ceiling is a powerful man, a good protector. It also makes me think (and I know it is silly) that his sperm cells will be stronger – a sign of virility. In real life, when the man I’m stroking with my hands or between my tits shoots that powerful shot, what it tells me is that he really liked what I did to him and that he really finds me sexy. And I love to watch it. One of my Virtual Gangbang members (and he will know who he is) is amazing in this way. Robby, the youngest of the guys on “Josh’s Mom” shoots further than anyone I’ve ever personally witnessed. I’ve seen him hit a 10 foot ceiling while I jacked him off as he lay on the floor and I have found his cum on a wall 14 feet away from where I’ve jerked him off. Even though Robby has the third longest dick I’ve ever had (at just over 12 inches) and is the youngest guy I’ve had, I don’t think there is a correlation as I’ve seen smallish cocks and/or older men shoot an impressive distance. This is a statistic that I don’t usually get to measure as most guys are blowing their loads either into my pussy or down my throat.

2 – THE MORE OFTEN A MAN CAN CUM, THE BETTER (PLUS IT’S CORRELARY, THE QUICKER A MAN CAN REACH A FULL ORGASM AFTER JUST HAVING HAD ONE, THE BETTER).

This, obviously, is a primeval sign that the man is very potent, highly virile and has amazing powers of recovery. In the real life, it means a full day and night of hot sex – as much as I want and can handle. I’ve already mentioned two guys here at over60bigtits that were virtual cum fountains: Leo (whom I recently wrote about) and David (an early member of the WFMC whom I wrote about last March). Younger guys tend to be better than this than older guys (again, I’m generalizing and I know there are exceptions), though Leo is in his 30’s. I still give David the record for the most complete orgasms in the shortest period of time – 13 full cumshots in 3 ½ hours – or one every 23 minutes or so. The guys of “Josh’s Mom” own my records for the most cumshots I’ve ever seen in a 24 hour period – but, then again, they have had 24-hour round the clock access to me. Josh himself has the most – 25 in 24 hours – that’s a lot of cum!

1 – THE MORE A MAN SHOOTS IN A SINGLE ORGASM, THE BETTER

Talk about getting a primeval sense that a man is virile and prodigious, this wins in a landslide. Oh, and I do love to see a man cum, so it’s a real pleasure for me when a guy lets me get him off in a titty fuck or, better yet, just lets me wank him while I watch. I am always fascinated when that slit opens and all that beautiful white goo shoots, streams, and bubbles out as the man arches and put all of his being into his surging dick. And the greater the flow the more it makes me think I’ve really given him what he needed. I’ve had very few chances to actually measure the volume of a man’s spew, but with one exception, I would say that Dick, whom I had sex with and wrote about several times between last November and last March, is about as heavy a cummer as any I’ve had. And I did measure him at just under 20 ml. I’ve read that the average is 5 – 6 mL and I know Daniel averages around 10 mL. That one exception I will introduce you to soon, but let’s just say that the average man cumming once a day for a full week would generate about the same volume as this guy does in one orgasm – but he is a very special exception. I do think it is true, that volume does seem to relate, sometimes but definitely not always – to how long it has been since the man has cum. (That may affect #3 above as well.)

Well, there you have my 6 other “wonderful things about a man’s groin” list. I know I picked on older guys a bit here, but I will prop you up on a later post, because I have yet to write about other things that make the complete male package and what makes a man totally sexy and desirable: physique, looks, and, most importantly, personality (including how he treats a woman) are vital to whether I want to just test ride him or whether I want to wear him out. And that last and most important factor – personality and his way with a woman – is usually where the older guys win every time.

2 New Downloadable Videos Added December 6, 2011

2011-12-06T05:47:00.000-05:00

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3 New Downloadable Videos Added December 1, 2011

2011-12-01T15:23:00.000-05:00

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2011-11-28T15:55:00.000-05:00

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I Am Thankful For . . . .

2011-11-24T00:43:00.002-05:00

Tomorrow (the fourth Thursday in November) is Thanksgiving Day here in the USA. It is a day to be thankful for all that we have in our lives. I wanted to share with you my thoughts of thankfulness.

First, I want to thank Daniel whose love, confidence, and trust in me has transformed my life. Even though we've grown apart these last 12 months, I will never forget and never love him less.

To my two kids and two grandkids who give me so much joy and love. They don't yet know what I'm doing in my sexual life, but, somehow, I think they would continue to love me just as much - though would they ever be surprised (I think).

To my friends outsite of my sexual life who shall remain anonymous - thank you for all the great times, in depth talks, and laughs. And of course to my loveable, cuddly four-legged friend, my dog Target.

To xhamster, yuvutu, and to grannysexforum who not only allow me to post my pics and vids but also to post a connection to over60bigtits. Thank you for driving all the new viewers to me.

To all my new and dear friends I have made over the last year. To Emerson and Doc who protect me. To Tim from whose nurturing I sprouted. To Tom and Dick who encouraged me. To Olaf who brought a new magic to my life. To Leo and Hammer who showed me some new things. To Helen and her ladyfrieds and to Rafael and all those many other huge-dicked studs employed by Snake and Pop (you haven't met Pop, Helen, or Rafael yet) in their movies who pushed my limits. To Deke for being my first black lover and for sharing that special place of yours. To Matt and David who let me play. To all of the WFMC who made me feel so special and so sexy. And lastly, and especially, to Snake who had faith in me and who has become more of a father to me than any other since my own Dad died.

And, of course, to those I have fallen in love with this year. Harry, you rascal, my teacher - none of this would have happened without you. Donnie (someone I have yet to introduce) - heaven holds a special place for your heart and soul, and the Guiness Book of World Records should hold such a place for your Mr. P. (his dick). And to my surrogate sons: Stafford, Maltese, and, especially, Robby and Josh (the boys of "Josh's Mom") - our relationships are so complicated and who knows where they will end up, but the bottom line is simple: I love you all deeply and I know you love me in return. Sex brought us together in ways wonderful and unimaginable; fortune kept us together. But we have transcended all of that to become a family of sorts, bonds that would break my heart to shatter, though I know I must one day let you go. And, finally, to someone whom I truly believe is the best friend and lover I've ever had - Lacy. How you have opened my eyes, girl! How you have grown the mind and spirit of this 61 year old woman! I cry a bit as I write this because I can't put it into words except to say, simply, "I LOVE YOU."

And I save you, my readers and followers, for last, though you are never last in my thoughts and desires. To those of you who have submitted to my Virtual Gangbang I really don't know how to thank you properly. I've said it before in this blog and I'll say it again: I rarely masturbate, but when I'm alone and in need, I will look at your submissions, your cocks and your cum on my pictures, and fantasize myself to great orgasms. To those of you who post comments or send messages at yuvutu, xhamster, or grannysexforum, I wish I could respond to all your comments and messages, for I do read them all, but, as just a lady with a lot on her plate, I simply cannot. But thank you so very much. To those of you you who comment at over60bigtits, as soon as I can figure out why the site won't let me comment on my own blog, I'll start commenting back. (I am no digital guru.) And, finally, to those of you who email me. I feel so close to you all. I selected that format as the one that I will always respond to for I know it takes time and effort on your part to write me. I eagerly check my emails several times a day and feel hot and inspired whenever I read something from one of you. There are several of you whom I correspond with regularly. I won't mention names in fear of leaving someone out, but if we exchanged more than a couple of emails, then you know you're on my top list. THANK YOU SO MUCH! And I say so to all of you spread around all corners of this globe.

I'll end this Thanksgiving post by saying when we celebrate Thanksgiving here in the USA, the traditional meat (though some differ) is a turkey. So, what I want to know is, would you prefer a breast or a nice leg quarter? A view of the servings is below!

Kisses and write me when you can,
Marti (OYO)

The brest meat

The leg quarter

Of Lacy's Sucking and Hammer's Fucking - Part 1

2011-11-23T22:37:00.000-05:00

(I almost feel guilty taking my own story back from Lacy. She loves details, obviously, and uses spicy words I tend to stay away from. I also enjoyed how she used onomatopoeia – is that the right word? – for the sounds of sex – “whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop” for me sucking Leo’s balls. If you can imagine how that sound was made it is more vivid than having it explained in detail, don’t you think? I’ll have to try it. If you liked what and how she writes, don’t worry, she’ll be back soon. And now, about the morning after the night with 6 guys and Leo . . . .

I was awakened at 6:30 in the morning (after getting to sleep at 4:00 am!) to the feel of a pair of hands on my left breast and a suckling mouth on my left nipple. My eyes flickered open to see Lacy busy at work on my chest. I was lying on my right side so only my left tit was available. I moaned gently to show my surprise and pleasure and to let her know I was awake. She pushed my shoulder to roll me over on my back then went right back to sucking and squeezing my left breast and nipple. For several minutes we said nothing, I just watched her approvingly and ran my fingers through her hair as my nipple got harder and longer and my areola got smaller and more wrinkled. When she at last broke her suction on my nipple, she tweaked it between her fingers and said, smiling up at me: “You promised you would be mine this morning and I couldn’t wait any longer.” “You don’t have to wait any more,” I assured her. “Well, I’m not stopping until I get a good long drink,” she added then nodded her head toward the night stand. I followed her nod and saw, to my surprise, two kitchen pots sitting there. The suitcase she had brought with her I thought was far too big for such a short stay – now I knew why. It held these two pots. “What on earth . . . ?” I began. “I plan to take a souvenir back from this weekend that Harry and I can use when we have sex,” she said. “And what better souvenir than a nice, big sample of Marti Milk?” “You’re kidding, right?” I said. “You know me better than to think I’m kidding,” she answered with a devious smile. She was right – she wasn’t one for kidding. “I can’t imagine why,” I said and let out a little moan of pleasure to the sensations in my nipple from the magic of her fingers. “I can imagine lots of things,” she said, then continued. “Now just relax and let me have my fun then plan to fill up my pots. Easy, peasy.” She clamped her mouth back on my nipple and went back to work.

For maybe 15 minutes I just watched her and what she was doing to me, but by then the sensation had grown from my left nipple to the rest of my body, especially between my legs, leaving all of me aroused. My right nipple begged for attention as well so I started pinching it and twisting it myself. Harder and harder that nipple became, too. When I raised my right tit and started sucking on that nipple myself, Lacy went over the edge. She straddled one of my knees and, while still latched to my left breast, began rubbing her sloshing wet pussy up and down from my upper shin to my lower thigh. I could feel her juices run down either side of my leg. What she was doing for herself was making me even hotter, too. She slid that glorious pussy of hers over my knee and moaned contentedly and excitedly until, after maybe 10 minutes, she burst into an orgasm, showering my leg and the sheets with her copious amount of juice.

The scent of her, the sensation of feeling her warm wetness all over my leg and sprayed all over the lower part of the sheet, and, of course, the excitement of what she was doing to my left nipple (and I to my right one), started sending me closer and closer. {I’ve written in posts here at over60bigtits before that it takes one of two things to make me lactate: (1) an extreme sexual situation or (2) extreme attention to my tits and nipples. Almost all the times I’ve lactated (but there are a few exceptions which you will eventually learn about here) were via the second route – extreme attention to my tits and nipples. Extreme may be from many guys (or girls) massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples as happened in my WFMC days, but even then it can take thirty to forty minutes of constant attention for my nipples to explode. With just one person, as with Lacy that morning in the hotel room, it usually takes over an hour to get me there, no matter how good the lover’s technique with my tits. This morning was no exception.} As I sucked my right nipple, I concentrated on how it felt to my mouth rather than how my mouth felt to my nipple, trying to imagine how my left nipple felt to Lacy as she sucked it. I felt the hardness of the nipple against my tongue and how the tightness of my areola made its surface rough, the Montgomery glands very prevalent, all at my own touch. I tried to step out of my own body to make my breast something that wasn’t a part of me to fill myself with a desire to pleasure that tit and nipple. Yes, I’ve sucked my own nipples lots of times in the past as a means to pleasure myself or my lovers or both, but this time I did it just to pleasure my breast. The thought gave my touch of myself a new and different – and better! – sensation.

Several minutes passed with Lacy on my left nipple and I on my right when the (I guess?) oxytocin-induced euphoria starting creeping in on me and I knew lactation was imminent – kind of like the feeling one gets just before an orgasm (at least I do!), though not as strong physically but stronger emotionally. That, I think, is what triggers my nipples into hyperdrive and they start growing beyond their “normal” excited size (about ½ inch or 1.2 cm) to 50% or even 100% (in extreme cases) larger, up to an inch (2.5 cm) and my areolas shrink from their nearly 3 inch (7.5 cm) diameter normal to about 1.5 inches (4.5 cm) when “normally” excited to maybe only ¾ of an inch (2 cm) in diameter at that “my nipples are about to explode” state. The color of my nipples and areolas goes from the usual light reddish-brown to a dark red brown and the veins in my tits seem to stand out more. I could feel the right nipple expand in my mouth and I knew Lacy could, too, from her moans and nods of her head to encourage me.

Another difference in the sensation that “I’m going to cum” versus “I’m going to lactate” is that it can be as little as 10 seconds and surely not more than a couple of minutes in the former case between the feeling and the event, but it is usually at least 5 or 10 minutes and usually 10 to 20 minutes between the initial euphoria and milk spurting in the latter case. (The only time this doesn’t happen is when I lactate due to some type of extreme sexual situation, in which case the lactation can be spontaneous.) That Sunday morning was typical of my breasts, and I enjoyed those twenty minutes to the fullest, sometimes sucking my right nipple, sometimes massaging my right breast, and sometimes holding and massaging my left tit as Lacy sucked it mightily.

Eventually, she and I caused my body to reach the point where the oxytocin (or whatever causes it) switches on every sexually stimulative hormone in my body and I go from the almost dream-like euphoria while my tits are preparing to milk to the got-to-have-it, need-it, here-it-comes immediacy from breast, head, lungs, and, especially, groin. My chest thrust forward; my legs spread wider. Then, with a “YESSSSSSSS!” that built in a crescendo and died in a denouement of orgasm, my nipples shot forth their myriad little streams of milk into Lacy mouth (on the left side) and maybe a foot in the air (on the right side). A wet stain spread rapidly between my legs and formed a thick outline around Lacy’s chest as she lay before my pussy.

“God, that’s good,” Lacy said as she swallowed her first several mouth’s full, the ten or so thin lines of milk from my left nipple spraying around her face and wetting her face. “But this is why I bought these.” She reached to the night stand and placed a pot underneath each of my spouting breasts. She had me sit up straight and lean over slightly so that most all of the milk made little splashes inside the pots. I looked over at the clock: 7:45. It had taken her and hour and fifteen minutes from starting on my left nipple to getting the reward she wanted.

Lacy knelt behind me and, with both her hands, squeezed my right tit out and down in a motion that made it look like she was milking me, like she was a milk maid. We laughed about the analogy, but it did feel good and made me feel ever the closer to her. For the next 45 minutes, she would work first one breast and then the other, back and forth, until the spray dwindled to steady drops and at last to very slow drops as the milk ducts in my nipples just issued tiny amount of milk which required coalescence with some of its neighbors to build enough weight to fall off my nipple. During those 45 minutes, we talked like normal women – about the night before, about Leo, and Harry, and Daniel, and what we were going to do that day. There I was, filling kitchen pots with milk from my tits while this gorgeous, hot lady kneaded my boobs, and carrying on a conversation as if it were over coffee. When I think back on it, it seems now like such a genuine moment to remember.

When the flow from my nipples became so slow as to be of no bother, Lacy transferred the contents, less a couple of small sips for her and for myself, into a large thermos. We both estimated the volume of milk to be between 3 and 4 cups (700 – 900 ml). She put the thermos into the room’s small fridge then she went and showered while I called the front desk to confirm we could stay in the room one more night – which, thank goodness, we could. I thought it would be OK since it would be a Sunday night. I then showered (alone to save time) and we made it down to the buffet breakfast before they stopped serving. Back in the room, we bundled up the sheets Lacy had thrown on the floor of the living area and on the couch – they were a mess of cum and pussy juices. We balled them into the spare blanket, stuffed it Lacy’s suitcase so no one would notice, then left and drove to Lacy’s house to wash them. We really didn’t want the cleaning staff of the hotel to face THOSE sheets – the ones on the bed were messy enough.

We spent the rest of the day shopping then had an early dinner out and were back in the room by 6:30 – this time we brought some sheets from Lacy’s house with the clean room ones we returned - to wait for Hammer. From her bedroom, Lacy also picked up this tiny, sassy, sexy nightie for her to wear that night. Whether Lacy will admit it or not (she probably would), I can tell she was turned on by Hammer, or at least by how he fucked me. Thus, the tiny nightie. For me, she packed a small tight top of HERS. Now, Lacy has 36B or 36C tits while I’m a 38G - wearing that little thing was going to be interesting. And, when I squeezed into the tight, low, satin top, not only did miles of cleavage show and my nipples strain the fabric until it looked to burst, but the bottom hem – which was short to begin with – rode up my breasts leaving the bottom of my tits and areolas showing. I just wore some bikini panties below – they would come off soon anyway.

Hammer arrived at 7:00 pm, right on schedule. I met him at the door and his eyes grew wide with delight when he saw me in Lacy’s tiny top. I guided one of his big hands to my breast and kissed him as I did – a good deep kiss, but not as good as the ones Lacy gives me, if such a thing could exist. By the time we broke the kiss, I was rubbing his already hard cock through his jeans. “Is the other lady not here?” he asked. “You mean me?” Lacy voice sounded as she walked from the bedroom to the living area as if to make a grand entrance. I thought his eyes were going to explode when he saw Lacy is that little, close-fitting, satin nightie with her long perfect legs gliding her towards us. “Doesn’t she look awesome?” I said to Hammer. “I’ll say!” he responded. And she did look great with her flat tummy and her long hair caressing her perky boobs. “Not that you needed anything else to look at,” Lacy said as she twitched one of my nipples. Poor Hammer – he didn’t know what he most wanted to look at: my tits or Lacy’s body.

Hammer reached into his pocket. “At least I came prepared,” he said and produced a couple of condoms. Lacy and I had had the discussion earlier and I think if had been any other of the guys from last night other than Hammer, she would have talked me out of it. But, for Hammer, she easily agreed. As I said, Lacy has a thing for Hammer. “Look at us both,” I told him. “Now, we have both been tested for STDs and are clear (well, unless I got something last night) and we cannot get pregnant. I don’t expect that you have been tested recently, but if you can look at us and honestly say you have no reason to even suspect you have an STD, then we will trust you.” “Actually, I did get tested a couple of years ago when I went a little crazy after my wife died, and I was clean,” he responded. “And, contrary to current circumstances, I’m really not promiscuous and I have no reason to think I have anything.” “We believe you,” I said after Lacy nodded at me and I took the condoms from him and threw them in the trash.

We each took one of his hands and led him to the bedroom where we had covered the bed with Lacy’s sheets. As I slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt to expose his strong shoulders, thick arms and broad chest which sported a reasonable amount of hair that was a mix of brown and white (he is over 60), we told him that we wanted to call him Hammer because he could fuck like a jackhammer. He laughed and admitted he owed his fully stiff cock to Viagra, his stamina to his deceased wife who liked to cum during fucking but who took forever to get there, and his “jackhammer” skills to his strict adherence to a workout program. He was nude and hard before he finished his story and his last words almost got lost in a deep breath as I knelt and sunk all of his cock into my mouth.

I worked his dick over for just a couple of minutes then stood while removing my panties. “Just getting you lubed up,” I joked. “To be honest, though,” I continued as I directed his hands to push up the little top and expose my tits, “I think I’m wet enough for the both of us. Besides, we asked you back tonight because we both thought you were an excellent fucker.” By this time he had one of my nipples in his mouth. “So, show me baby, show me how good you are, pound my pussy for as long as you can!”

THREE New Downloadable Vids Added Today!

2011-11-17T16:35:00.000-05:00

I just added THREE videos to the Downloadable Videos page. Just follow the link to the page on the side bar or CLICK HERE to be directed to the downloadable videos page. Remember, if you click to download, you will be taken to another site where you can download. But, don't worry, the download is free (they only charge if you want to upgrade to a premium account - all that gets you is a faster download - I get nothing from that so it's up to you). And, as always, you can just stream from over60bigtits, though it is a lower resolution version

Picking Up Some Guys at a Nightclub - Part 4 (Conclusion)

2011-11-14T22:32:00.002-05:00

(Remember, guys, Lacy is writing this - at least all the stuff in pink type. My comments are in my usual red..)

Before Leo returned, Hammer called the room phone and Marti set him up for 7:00 Sunday night. Just before 1:30 there was a knock on the door. Marti opened the door for Leo and took his hand, practically pulling him into the room. She immediately opened the top of her off-white robe to offer her bare breasts to him, and pulled his head to her chest as she leaned against the wall just inside the door. Leo, who can’t be more than 5’2” (what’s that, maybe 155 to 160 cm?) didn’t have to bend much to feast on her nipples – and feast he did! For the next half hour, they didn’t move from that spot, his mouth never leaving one nipple or the other (except when she asked him to strip), and the one time one of his hands wandered from her chest – to rub her clit, I’m guessing based on its direction of travel – she caught it and moved it back north. This was simply all about Marti’s tits and nipples – and she deserved what she wanted.

For perhaps the last 40 minutes of her fuck and suck session with all 6 guys, the milk flow from her nipples had gone from the small but steady streams (and so many!) to individual drops and lastly to tiny droplets that would only fall from her nipples when several of the tiny drops coalesced into one bigger one. As just mentioned, while we waited for Leo to return there was just enough of those tiny droplets to barely wet the fabric of the robe just above the nipples. Now, as he worked her boobs and nips, those tiny drops became large drops and eventually the little streams again, maybe only shooting a few inches from each nipple, but in all those many streams. Her tummy, legs, and robe soon became soaked as did Leo’s hands, arms, chest, and legs.

At last, I guess her legs got tired and she led him from the wall just inside the door to the sheet-covered couch where she sat and then maneuvered him so that he lay supine, his head in her lap so he could suckle and nurse from her nipples. For another 20 minutes or so he dined on her nipples and breast milk, his hands full of the breast he wasn’t sucking as she held the one he was using out to him. Leo was rock hard the whole time with bubbles of precum dotting his lower stomach. (As I wrote in the first post about that night, none of the 6 guys was large cock-wise. Leo came in around 6 inches long and maybe 5.5 in girth. He shaved his groin so he was bald “down there.” What stood out about Leo was (1) that he loved his balls sucked – which I learned during sex with the 6 guys – and they hung really low from his body, giving me a great hand hold; (2) that his cock, though average in size, was absolutely gorgeous: perfectly shaped, perfectly veined, perfectly colored, with a lovely symmetrical head and a slight upward curve and it got oh so hard; (3) he could cum often with full cum shots, though not huge loads.) Marti smiled down at him during his meal, occasionally closing her eyes, as if she were channeling her time with the boys of “Josh’s Mom” (which I was to some extent), though, as it turned out, I think she was planning what to do next (well, planning’s not the right word, more like I was imagining the possibilities with Leo’s cock and balls). The flow from her nipples had slowed again to slow, steady drops.

Finally, Marti reached down and touched Leo’s extremely stiff dick. “My turn,” I heard her whisper. Leo started to stand, but Marti halted him. “Like this,” she said and orchestrated him until he was in a position I had never seen before – where did Marti come up with that? Leo’s head, shoulders, and upper back were on the floor; the small of his back was up against the front of the couch; his legs were spread; his feet were braced again the back of the sofa. And sitting between his spread legs, his thighs on either side of her shoulders, was Marti, Leo’s crotch served up to her face as though his body was some sort of serving tray for his cock and balls. That stiff-as-a-board cock pointed down toward Leo’s neck and shoulders while his saggy balls divided in their sack, one falling to each side of his dick. Marti gather his balls together then, using that grip Harry had taught her to use so as not to hurt a guy’s balls, she pulled them up toward her until they spread thin and tight the lower skin of his nutsack where they glistened and bulged.

(I think I’ve talked about the “ball grip” before in these blog pages. The way I understand how it works is that the true and ultra-tender part of a man’s set of balls is actually the tubing and vesicles that connect the balls to the body – NOT THE BALLS THEMSELVES. Well, within reason of course. By gently but tightly gripping the scrotum between the cock and balls as close to the balls as possible then pulling the balls away from the cock until they press tightly against the end of the scrotum, the tender plumbing and connective tissue can be kept motionless and protected by your hand. The balls, though constrained, can then be manipulated, sucked, massaged, licked and other fun things without any pain to the guy. I’ve used the technique several times since Harry taught it to me and have not hurt a man yet – though I must say I’ve had a few guys so afraid I would hurt them that they were not interested in the joy of having their nuts made love to. But definitely not Leo! As we learned later, not only does Leo love having his balls handled, it is actually a fetish of his. He apparently has sexual devices to stretch his scrotum and sqeeuze his balls. So not only did he play into my hands, but I played into his as well!)

Marti held his tight balls out in front of her and looked at them as if they were two great big diamonds. She seemed delighted when she found that she could grip his ballsack with both of her hands in between his balls and straining cock. She began to lick his nuts like they were two scoops of ice cream above her ice cream cone hands. He began twitching and moaning especially when her licks became more forceful and faster. She removed a hand from his sack and started rubbing his balls, up and down, as though she were wanking them, slowly at first, then faster and faster. “Mmm, yeah, you like that?” she asked him, but all he could do was nod. “So good, baby,” she continued and revved up her strokes even more. His cock flailed wildly, bouncing against his stomach then twirling in wild circles. Still she wanked those balls, faster, faster until he groaned loudly and came. Cum shot onto his chest, neck, and chin. Marti stopped long enough to watch his cock spew its goods, then returned her wanking hand to his nutsack and slowly, seductively sucked his balls into her mouth.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Leo murmured over and over as she twirled his balls inside her mouth with her tongue. I could see them bulge out one of her cheeks then the other as they moved around her hot, wet mouth. His cock didn’t completely soften after his cumshot but remained semi-hard. She pulled them out of her mouth with an audible “pop” and stared at them gleaming wet. She licked them again for a bit then slipped them both back in her mouth. One side of her mouth bulged as though she had put a whole plum inside it. The cheek on the other side of her face was concave showing the intensity with which she sucked his balls. Leo’s moans of pleasure had become nonstop.

This time, when his nuts popped out of her mouth, they didn’t have time to finish jiggling until sucked them back up again. Out and in – yet another time. A gleam seemed to come to Marti’s eyes. She pulled her grip up even tighter until it looked as if his balls were going to bust from his sack. She smiled sweetly at Leo and then, with a “whoosh” sound, Marti sucked his balls in and almost instantly and with that “pop” sound, his balls jumped back out. Then it repeated - “whoosh, pop . . . whoosh, pop . . . whoosh, pop,” fairly slowly at first, maybe a cycle every 4 or 5 seconds, but soon it became quicker: “whoosh, pop . . . whoosh, pop . . whoosh, pop . whoosh, pop . whoosh, pop.” Then in rapid fire “whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop!” It was as if she were giving one hell of a blow job, except it was to his balls instead of his cock. And speaking of his cock – that thing, which was already hard again, jumped around like a marionette on a string as she ran her head up and down, his balls jumping in her mouth then flying back out again. “Whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop!”

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh my fucking, God, yeah! Oh fuck!” Leo was repeating. I was fascinated! As fast as her head was moving, she never once missed sucking his balls up without bruising them with her teeth or jaw. I drew closer and watched those things rapidly appear and disappear inside her agile mouth. His balls were just big enough to make her cheeks puff a bit when they were in her, but not so big as to make it difficult for her to take them passed her open lips. “Whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop!”

Leo did well to take maybe 7 or 8 minutes of this before he came again, squirting his goo all over himself as before. But Marti didn’t hesitate or stop. “Whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop!” On and on she went – 5 minutes more, then 10. It didn’t take long before Leo’s cock was hard again and bouncing wildly.

Marti broke her rhythm and looked at me as she licked and slurped his balls. “Come, on, Lacy,” she said then licked his balls a few times. “How about giving us . . . (lick, lick, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, lick, lick) . . . a leg show while I . . . (whoosh, mmmmmmmm, pop, lick, lick, lick, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop) . . . keep working . . . (whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, lick, mmmmmm, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, lick) . . . these wonderful balls (whoosh, mmmmm, mmmm, mmmm, pop).” “Anything for you, my dear,” I responded and stood near them. I was still fully dressed in my little tiny skirt, low top, and heels – I even still had my undies on, though they were soaking wet. I raised my skirt a little, put my fingers under the sides of my bikini underwear, and as slowly and seductively as I could (I’m not as good as Marti with a slow, sexy strip – I’m more a rip the clothes off type) pulled it down until it was around my ankles and I was bent forward and down enough to almost kiss my knees, knowing the skirt had ridden up enough to expose most of my bare ass. “Doesn’t she . . . (lick, lick, mmmmm, lick, lick) . . . have the best . . . (whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, lick, lick) . . . legs?” Marti said through as she licked and swallowed and licked and swallowed Leo’s balls. All he could manage was a moan that sounded like agreement to me. I managed to pull the undies over my shoes without falling down and stood next to the couch, my right foot up on the cushions, and slowly ran my fingers up and down my leg – not knowing what better else to do. Marti watched my hands glide up and down as I my eyes took turns watching her work Leo’s balls and watching her glorious tits. Tiny droplets of milk still clung to and eventually dropped from her nipples. My back was to Leo so, other than moaning, I don’t know what he was doing. After a few laps of my hands on my right leg, I traded positions and put my left leg up, repeating the gliding of my hands over it as I had with my right one. Marti had Leo’s balls in her mouth now, moving them around with her tongue, looking ever so much like a chipmunk with two big acorns in its mouth.

With that audible “pop!” Leo’s balls came out of Marti’s mouth. “Won’t you . . . (lick, lick, lick, lick) . . . take your skirt off . . . (lick, mmmm, lick, lick)?” she asked. “OK,” I replied, “but my top stays on. My tits can’t compete with yours.” Within a few seconds and a few shimmies I had stepped out of the skirt, my pussy and ass nude for Leo – and Marti – to see. “Get in front of me . . . (lick, lick, lick, whoosh, pop) . . . so you can see . . . (whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop) . . . better,” Marti said. Then I got the picture. Duh. Why didn’t I think of that before? I’ll do to Leo what I often do to Marti when Harry and I are together with her. I stood with my feet on either side of Leo’s head so that if he looked straight up he would look into the slit of my pussy. “Want to watch me . . . (lick, lick, lick, lick, lick) . . . give these balls . . . (lick, lick) . . . a blow job?” she asked. “You bet I do,” I answered and squatted down so that my eyes were level with his balls, as much, of course, to spread my pussy wider no more than a foot above his eyes, as to get a better look at what Marti was going to do. “First,” Marti said, “why don’t you help me lick them?” I knelt with Leo’s body between my knees and my pussy almost in his face, close enough to feel his heavy breathing on my open snatch. “Which one should I take?” I asked. “His right one,” Marti replied, and we started in on them together. Marti’s tongue played eagerly with Leo’s left nut while I, a little timidly at first, swirled my tongue around his right one. I soon got the hang of it and was moving his right ball around just as Marti was doing. She dropped one of her hands from his ballsack and, directing my left hand, had me grab his sack, too – her hand up next to his balls and mine between her hand and his cock. She began popping her ball into her mouth and I soon got the knack of that, too. It was sometime while we were each sucking a ball that Leo came for a third time that session, one of his squirts splashing hot against my left leg.

We shared Leo’s balls for maybe another 10 minutes after he had cum when I leaned back and up a bit to keep my pussy off his cum drenched face. “Your turn,” I said to Marti. “Let them have it.” Marti smiled, retook his nutsack with both hands, slurped his nuts into her mouth, let them pop out once, then took control. “Whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop!” over and over and over again, her head moving rapidly up and down. “Whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop, whoosh, pop.” Damn it was an awesome thing to watch. I crouched on one leg and spread my cunt wide (yes, it’s OK for a girl to call it a cunt, but it’s demeaning for a guy to use that word – remember that) by balancing with my toes of the other leg on the floor and far away from the rest of my body. I spread my pussy lips even further with my fingers then finally started to massage my clit. My orgasm had been building and building all night – this wouldn’t take too long. But Marti stopped me by popping his nuts from her mouth. “Rub some of your juice on them,” she said. My fingers were drenched in my pussy drool. I let my dripping wet fingers wipe the wetness all over his balls and watched excitedly as Marti licked them clean. “More,” she said and I was very happy to comply, watching her enjoy the taste of me on Leo’s balls. Several times I coated his balls and each time she seemed to relish the taste and sensation. She then went back to her rapid fire blowjob of his balls while I returned my fingers to an equally rapid massage of my hugely swollen clit.

It didn’t take long. Marti has tried to use nice words for my fairly heavy pussy discharge when I cum, but I won’t be so delicate. I know you may have seen porn vids or women squirting streams across a room. I don’t do that and, though I’ve made a lot of women cum in my time, I’ve never seen it personally. What my pussy does is, well, kinda like spew, or more vividly, vomit its contents in a broad spray instead of a stream. This ejaculation occurs with each heaving contraction, the first contraction blowing quite a lot of pussy juice all over the inside of my legs and all over what is between my legs out to maybe a foor to two from my snatch. With each subsequent contraction it gets less and less until it comes out more like a mist than a spray. Well, Leo got deluged, the first burst startling him so much that he jerked his balls out of Marti’s mouth. But by my third or fourth contraction, he was good with it – maybe I should say happy with it.

When I was done and sat back on the floor behind Leo’s head, Marti corrected my assumption as his balls fell from her mouth. “Come hold them for me like I’m holding them,” she said. I crawled to the couch and replaced her hand up next to his balls with my own. “You might need your other hand,” she said stopping me before I gave him the two handed grab. (It would have been close as to whether I could anyway – my hands are much bigger than Marti’s.) “What for?” I asked. “I’ll show you,” she said. She wriggled out from her seat between Leo’s legs and knelt on the edge of the couch, her legs on either side of him and her pussy just above his balls.

“Oh my God, you’re not!” I said.

“I am,” she replied. “Just hold them still and help push them inside me.” Good Lord, she was going to fuck his balls!

“At least let’s put him flat on the floor,” I said. “In this awkward position either you’re going to fall and bust your head or you’re going to slip and bust his balls.” Marti seemed reluctant – I think she really liked the position she had him in – but at last she acquiesced. We arranged Leo so he was lying on his back and Marti squatted over his balls as I held them out and tight with my left hand. “Now what?” I asked. “I’ve never done this before.” “Me either,” she said. “Oh, fuck,” I added. “Well, here goes!” I helped Marti spread her pussy lips as wide apart as possible then helped tuck his balls inside her dripping wet cunt. I was surprised at how easy they slipped in. Leo moaned loudly – too loudly for a hotel room. Marti raised up as though she was going to fuck his balls as if they were a dick, but, of course, his balls slipped out and when she came down, albeit gently, his balls squashed a bit between my hand and her crotch. He groaned, but the speed of her downward motion was slow enough to avert extreme pain. “Let me try something else,” she said – clearly none of us really knew what to do once we had started this. She got on her knees around him and I pushed his balls back inside her pussy.

Then the magic began.

Instead of up and down motions, Marti began rocking back and forth so that his balls stayed inside her but moved about, forward and backward. Never had I seen anything like it. Leo, to his credit, became the closest thing I have ever seen to a human cum fountain, cumming three times in the 15 minutes or so she rode his balls. As for Marti! Well, she was in a different dimension. She has written here at over60bigtits and I have seen for myself that there is one of two ways to get her milking: extreme attention to her tits and nipples or a new, erotic, and over-the-top sexual experience. This ball fucking action fulfilled the latter criterion. I think she had milked too much already that night to spew, but drops of milked flowed in quick repetition from both her nipples. And, as soon as that began, she came as she does when she first starts lactating: I saw and felt her juices spread rapidly down my hand holding his balls and then cover his cock and pelvis. She kept saying things like: “God, Lacy, this is so damn good, so damn good;” and “Am I doing good, Lacy my love, am I doing good?” I assured her it was like nothing I had ever witnessed before. She smiled and kept at it.

As her ride neared its end, she begged me to rub her clit, which, of course, I did. She came in a shattering clitoral climax then almost collapsed on top of Leo and myself.

And that was the end of it. We got Leo up and sent him to the shower. When he was cleaned and dressed, Marti exchanged mobile numbers with him and promised to get together again. After Leo left, I helped a very exhausted Marti to the shower. She invited me to join her – which I happily did. When we got into the shower, she leaned back, exposing her entire body to me which I tenderly lathered and, I admit, played with just a little. After that, we dried off and got in bed together. “I’m all yours in the morning,” she whispered. “I’ll hold you to that,” I whispered back.
When I last looked at the clock, it was almost 4:00 am.

(Wow, what a write-up Lacy! You can bet I’ll get you to witness some more activities in the future. I’ll take the blog back now and tell you just how good Lacy was the following morning!!! Stay tuned.)

FIVE!!! New Downloadable Videos Added Today PLUS 1 Pic Set!

2011-11-08T12:26:00.001-05:00

Hi guys!

I added FIVE!!! - yes, that's right, 5! - new downloadable videos today. CLICK HERE to go to my Downloadable Videos page where you can either stream the vids from this site or be directed to a different hosting site where you can download them FOR FREE!

Also there is a new picture post up - CLICK HERE to go to the picture page. You can click on the thumbs one at a time and view and download from imagevenue. Or, click on the link given to download the entire set from fileswap. ALL DOWNLOADS ARE FREE!

Four - Yes 4 - New Downloadable Vids

2011-11-01T22:19:00.000-04:00

Lacy's post below is so long, I didn't want the fact that I just put up 4 new videos on the Downloadable Videos page to get lost (though I've already posted on it). Just click on the Downloadable Videos page on the right side bar . . . .

Picking Up Some Guys at a Nightclub - Part 3

2011-11-01T22:10:00.000-04:00

(Just a reminder - Lacy has picked up this thread and all the writing below that is in pink is hers, with my few comments in the usual red. If you want to go back to Part 2 to catch up, you can CLICK HERE. Also, this incident took place back over the Labor Day weekend, or the first weekend in September.)

Hi, it’s Lacy again, hoping to finish this episode this time.

I’ve seen Marti cum enough to know when she’s about to do it. She closes her eyes, turns her head, and takes a deep breath before moaning loudly as she orgasms. So when her eyes closed, I turned my eyes to the gray panties she still wore, though I suspect most of the guys were watching her nipples. Sure enough, when the moan came, out came the milk from her extended nipples in the many little jets from each one which, thankfully, were not as forceful as she shoots sometimes – this time maybe a foot from her chest rather than the 10 feet I’ve sometimes seen her do. But, as I said, I was watching that delicious pussy. As the milk sprayed, her ash gray panties quickly turned to charcoal gray as they became soaked in the flow from her spread legs. Damn, I bet I could have wrung pussy juices from that lucky pair of underpants. Now I have, in my many experiences making women cum, seen ladies who squirt (though never like some of those women in the porn flicks that appear to shoot ten feet or more – is that real?) and ladies, like me, who spray, but Marti pours. I’ve had lots of partners do that, but I don’t think ever as much as Marti, at least when she cums while she lactates – her flow is a lot less when she cums while I lick her clit.

Anyway, back to the men instead of me . . . .

They obviously didn’t expect to see what they were seeing. Some of the comments I remember were: “Holy shit!” “Unbelievable!” “Fucking awesome!” But mostly I remember their wide-eyed stares as Marti’s nipples burst milk in all those little streams and in all those different directions. From the way she was scrunched down in her chair, she was soaking herself with milk, herself and the bed sheet I had spread over the carpet.

It took a few minutes for Marti to come down from the high of her orgasm and become mentally back in the room, fully aware of the six guys, the far away look in her eyes focusing again on what was going on. (I bet she could even tell this tale from here.) (I could but I like reading about myself in the third person – and hearing just what Lacy was thinking while this was all happening.) She pushed herself back up straight in the chair, her nipples still spouting, and took her left tit in both her hands, squeezing it out and up. She pointed the nipple to the left, then to the right, then down, then up in which position she drank of her milk just like it was a water fountain. She looked at the guys, milk dripping from her chin, and it was again Leo, the little guy, who took the cue. Leo scooped up Marti’s right breast and held it out as she held out her left one, then started doing some of the same things to it - pointing it, twirling it making the milk swirl in circles in the air and, finally, putting his mouth of the big nipple and taking a good long drink. Small streams of milk flowed from the corners of his lips as she shot her breast juice inside his mouth, him taking deep swallows as it filled his throat.

It was the oldest guy who joined in next, cupping Marti’s left tit in his big hands and joining Leo in witnessing and tasting Marti’s milk. Marti put her hands behind her head so the two guys had full access to her huge boobs. She smiled at them and at the others who were soon to taste her, too. All the guys began taking turns at Marti’s chest and it became a feeding frenzy with her nipples serving up the goods. The guys drank and played with her big, soft melons – the last two guys that came in even using them as some sort of biological water guns, pointing her tits at each other. Marti laughed at their antics and, I swear, even in such an erotic environment, I would have to say she looked cute as she laughed, like she was watching her children playing with puppies rather than six grown men playing with her sweater puppies. Of course, her face and arms were about all I could see of her, what with the guys all as close to her chest as they could get, most of them kneeling to be at her tit level.

As for the guys, only one of them had stayed fully dressed not seeming to mind the breast juice dotting his clothes. The others were in various stages of undress: some had taken off their shirts while others had stripped down to their underwear – I guess trying to keep their clothes clean or just getting ready for what would happen later.

After maybe 20 minutes of constant breast handling and nipple sucking and after the flow of milk had lessened so that it was only squirting a few inches from her nipples, Leo – who was now dressed only in his underwear and clearly rock hard - came in for maybe his fourth or fifth go at a nipple. Marti quickly reached to him and pulled down his bikini style underwear. His stiff cock bounced up and down freely for a few seconds after being released before Marti gripped his balls and sent her mouth down over his boner to the hilt. “Ahhhh, yeahhh,” he moaned. She deepthroated him a few times then pulled his balls up (using the technique Harry taught her so she didn’t hurt Leo) and popped both his balls in her mouth, in and out a few times, like she was giving his balls a blowjob. She then was back down on his dick and he was moaning loudly – too loudly for a hotel room if you ask me.

By then, the other men – except for the two attached to her tits – were watching Marti’s mouth on Leo’s dick. “Damn, look,” the last guy to enter the room said, “bitch can take it all.” (I wanted to kick him in the balls when he called her a ‘bitch;’ but, it’s funny, ‘bitch’ can almost be a term of endearment when used in sexual situations. Marti has no problem with Harry calling her a bitch when he’s throat fucking her.) “Fuck yeah, baby, I’m next,” the friend of the last guy said. He pulled down his shorts, his hard dick pointing up and out, and stood next to Marti. She didn’t miss a beat – she continued blowing Leo and squeezing his balls, but also reached over and grabbed the seconds guy’s boner and started stroking even though two men still clung to and sucked her tits.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby,” Leo was saying. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum, baby, mmmmm. Let me cum on your tits.” He started to pull out but Marti dropped his balls, grabbed his ass, and pulled him to her mouth. “You want to swallow me, baby?” Leo asked. Marti nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, here it comes, baby, here it comes! Ahhhhh, God! Ahhhh!” I could see his ass and thighs twitching and new he was blowing his load down Marti’s throat. She took most of it and pulled back, quizzing his cock making a dollop of cum the size of a small grape appear from his cock slit. I know her well enough to know she did this so the other guys could see that Leo really had cum. She seductively licked the creamy white discharge off his cock head then slurped him all the way back down until he was sucked dry of cum.

Moving fluidly, she turned quickly to the cock she had been stroking and rammed her mouth over it and all the way down. With one hand on the guy’s ass to hold him steady, she worked his dick expertly, her head moving confidently up and down, her tongue dancing around his cockhead when she pulled back and sliding down the bottom of his shaft as she took it all in side her throat. “She said we could fuck her,” the oldest guy said to me – he was shirtless but still wore his pants. “If you have a condom,” I added. He grinned, took out his wallet, and showed me a rubber. (Should’ve known the older guy would have been prepared.) “Well,” I said, grinning back at him. “Pull your manhood out and put that thing on it and I’ll get Marti ready.”

I had to ask the two guys at her breasts to move aside so I could get to her; I noticed they kept their hands on her tits as they obliged me as if they were protecting their places in the queue. Marti moaned disapproval when their lips left her nipples, but I quickly whispered to her, so close to her ear that I could smell the guy’s dick she was sucking. “Let me get your panties off,” I whispered. “One of the guys has a rubber and wants to fuck you.” Without stopping what she was doing, she raised her ass from the chair and I pulled her soaked panties down and over her knees and then over her feet. Her pussy was spread open to me and I wanted to bury my face in it, but resisted so the game could continue. “Stand up and bend over,” I whispered again into her ear as I watched that cock course in and out of her mouth. “You can still suck that dick as he fucks you doggie.” She stood awkwardly, not letting the cock fall from her mouth, and bent forward, balancing herself by holding the hips of the guy she was deepthroating. The oldest guy was nude now (except for his socks – why do guys do that?) and his rod was stiff and fully dressed for insertion. He slowly pushed it into Marti’s pussy as she moaned encouragement through the slurping sound of her mouth full of cock. After a few slow and steady strokes into and out of her pussy – I guess to make sure he was aimed just right – the guy (who we eventually named ‘Hammer’ because he could fuck like a jackhammer) started banging Marti’s pussy hard and fast, his cock and thighs making a sloshy slapping sound each time he buried inside her extremely wet snatch. I have to admit, I was impressed by the guy. I guessed him to be in his early sixties, but he was stout and fit and the strength and vigor of his thrusts was impressive. He was soon sweating, but his rapid and powerful fuck strokes didn’t waver.

Marti’s tits were bouncing wildly but her mouth work on the cock in her throat was still expertly administered. Her nipples, still dripping milk, slung the white drops all around. “If you guys don’t take care of her tits, then I will,” I said knowing that Marti would want her prize juggs toyed with. I didn’t get my chance. The two who were at her nipples when I interrupted them were back at her chest again, pulling her big hanging tits to either side of her body and sucking the milk from her nipples.

The guy getting the blow was the first to shoot his load. “Mmmmm,” he sighed as he pushed his dick as deep inside her throat as he could. “Yeah, swallow my cum, bitch, mmm, yeah, drink it all. Yeah, that’s a good bitch.” She pulled back after the bulk of his load was inside her then squeezed his cock up and out to get the last few drops which she quickly licked away and swallowed.

The guy from the nightclub that had come late to the room was next in line for Marti’s mouth, his dick rock solid. Whereas Marti had fucked the first two dicks with her mouth, this guy fucked her mouth and throat with his dick, holding her by the sides of her head and quickly moving her head backward and forward, his cock completely disappearing inside her mouth with each pull toward him. I walked around the scene as the two guys with drained cocks stood back and took pictures. How I enjoyed seeing everything they were doing to Marti and how much I perceived she was enjoying it – a cock pounding a pussy, another cock pounding her throat, and a set of hands and lips on each breast – four guys totally absorbed in Marti’s body. My pussy throbbed and dripped as I kept telling myself that my time would come later tonight when I was alone with her. I knelt by Marti’s ass and watched Hammer’s shaft disappear and reappear in her incredibly wet twat, the “squish, slap, squish, slap” sound giving voice to his every thrust. That old guy was an excellent fuck – I was thinking about asking him to fuck me later, too. “Nice work, Daddy,” I said to him as he plowed on, amazed he hadn’t blown his jizz already. “This is one great cunt,” he said, stopping only briefly to better his footing. “With a nice round ass to hold onto,” he added then continued pounding. “Mind if I watch?” I asked. “Hell no,” he said through the ‘squish, slap, squish, slap.’ “Love for you to watch me fuck this pussy.” I reached around the side of her leg then underneath her, my fingers toying with her engorged clit. “Want to feel her cum on your dick?” I asked the older man. “Oh, hell yes!” he said, still working her pussy. I lightly squeezed her clit between my middle and index finger and began massaging her. “How old’s this pussy?” he asked as we ganged up on her, his cock inside her and my fingers rubbing her. “61,” I responded. “Almost my age,” he said hammering away. “She married?” he asked. “Yes, well kind of,” I replied. “Shame,” he said. “I could fuck this pussy and suck those tits every day.” “You and a bunch of other guys,” I responded. “I bet,” he agreed. I continued to watch his shiny, pussy-juice-gleaming, condom-covered cock fucking the daylights out of Marti’s pussy. I could hear the guy fucking Marti’s face cursing at her, calling her ‘whore’ and ‘cunt’ and ‘bitch’ and other things and tell her how much she liked his cock, how much she wanted and needed his cock, and how much she wanted his goo. The heavy-set guy had relinquished Marti’s left breast and had stripped and taken a condom from his wallet – he was next to fuck her. Leo was now milking Marti’s left tit – literally – squeezing it between his hands and marveling at the continuous drops of milk falling to the sheet-covered carpet.

“Damn,” Hammer said, “I could fuck this pussy all night long. This is the wettest cunt I’ve had my dick in since my college days.” “Could you?” I asked him, he still fucking and me still fingering. “Could you fuck her all day without cumming?” “When you get to be my age, Honey,” he said to me – how he could talk and fuck that hard was astounding. “You learn to make it last because it takes a good long time to make it happen again.” “I think I could watch you do this for hours,” I said, smiling coyly at him. He smiled back and kept up the jackhammer fucking.

I felt Marti’s clit continue to swell and knew she was close. My hand was soaked in her juices and a puddle had formed in the palm of my massaging hand. I could feel the precious liquid drip away from me with each new flow from her pussy. The room was full of the wonderfully erotic smell of her pussy. “Hey, man, hurry up,” I heard the heavy guy say to Hammer. “I want some of that, too.” Hammer looked at me and I nodded. “Just another minute,” he said to the heavy guy then turned back to me. “But as there’s a line,” he said, “I suppose I had better finish with her.” “Almost!” I whispered to him.

The guy fucking her face was close, too. His taunts had turned to a series of “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” like some sort of chant from an orgy priest. With one last “OH FUCK!” and slam into her mouth, he let go his cum into her throat. She moaned loudly but not from the first guy’s orgasm, but from her own impending one. Her pussy began to twitch and I nodded at Hammer who rammed his cock deep inside her and left it there. She moaned again in a strong orgasm that I could feel with my fingers and with copious flow of juices onto my hand. Hammer, with the contractions deep inside her massaging his cock, exploded. How I wish, for that moment, that I had a cock and could feel what it was like to have Marti’s pussy squeeze it over and over in her own orgasmic rush. God, what a sight, sound, and smell – two men coming inside of Marti at the same time she came. Damn, I couldn’t wait to have her all to myself.

The tallest guy had dropped her right breast and was coming forward, pulling down his boxers to put his dick in her mouth. When Marti had drained the cock in her mouth, instead of taking the new one offered, she pulled away from Hammer, turned around, and stuck his dick, condom and all, in her mouth. Temporarily pulling away from him, she gently pulled the condom off then took him back in her mouth, sucking him dry. She then put the condom to her mouth and sucked it inside out, swallowing all the cum he had deposited. To finish the display, she popped the whole condom in her mouth, cleaning out every little drop of jizz.

By then, the heavy guy had moved behind her. I pulled her pussy lips wide and watched as he inserted his smallish but very hard cock inside her. Marti was now deepthroating the tall guy. I watched the heavy guy fuck her pussy, but, alas, he was no Hammer. After only a couple of minutes, he blew his load. Marti dropped the dick she was sucking, turned to the heavy guy and repeated the cleaning of cock and condom as she had done with Hammer. At that point she sat back in the chair to free her hands and gave the tall guy’s dick first and expert two-handed handjob then completely deepthroated him. Leo had knelt beside her – his cock already hard again – and was sucking the milk from her right breast. The left one was free, so I took it. I think watching me sucking Marti’s nipple was too much for the tall guy and he blasted his stuff deep in Marti’s throat. Marti cleaned him inside and out, just as she had the other five.

I think the guys were fascinated with my handling of Marti’s tit and her obvious enjoyment of it. “Anyone for seconds?” Marti asked. “Me!” Leo piped up, dropping her tit. A few of the other guys were stroking their cocks hoping to hurry up a hard on for another go at Marti. “Any more condoms?” Marti asked. “That’s a shame,” she said when she learned there were no more. (Which is why I made sure we would have plenty the following weekend. Isn’t Lacy doing a fabulous job with this? She’s got me so totally hot.) Then it was like a light went off in her eyes. “Because I still want to fuck,” she said. “Lie down, babe,” she said to Leo who immediately obeyed and was soon lying on his back. She knelt beside his head and gently stroked his cock and balls. “Though I’d rather fuck this,” she said looking longingly at his dick, “rules are rules, so I can’t. Instead,” she started to stay then stopped and swung her right leg over his head so that she was kneeling on the left side of his head and her right foot was on her tiptoes on the right side of his head, her pussy less than a foot above his face. She let go of his cock and reached down between her legs, pulling her pussy lips far apart, showing the glistening wet pink of her twat. “So instead,” she continued, “I guess I’ll have to fuck your face!” With that, she left her right leg fall to its knee and her pussy pushed against Leo’s face. She leaned back and Leo’s face buried into her thoroughly wet snatch. When she pulled up, the sound was more of a “smwok!” as the near vacuum the sides of her drenched pussy made on his face gave way. She pushed down on him a few more times, he taking huge breaths when she released him. After maybe a half dozen such moves, she leaned forward to take his cock and balls in her hands, her pussy, for a few moments above his face. Leo was covered in her juices: his nose, his forehead, his lips, his chin, his cheeks. Droplets ran down the sides of his face and down onto his neck. But, he was one happy-looking dude. Marti squeezed out his balls as she had earlier that evening and began sucking on them as she also began fucking his face with that glorious pussy: “smwok, smwok, smwok, smwok!” Oh how I wanted to be Leo! To be tasting her and smelling her so intensely!

Leo didn’t last particularly long. I guess Marti sensed the twitching of his cock and she covered it with her mouth, swallowing his second load of cum for the night and sucking him dry. She sat back on his face, her nipples still forming small droplets of milk which would swell into full droplets and fall from her tits. She raised her right leg up on her toes so that again her pussy was poised just above Leo’s face. She fingered herself much to Leo’s enjoyment. “Anyone else for another go?” she asked. The youngest guy, the one who had cum second earlier, was the only other one who had worked up a good hard on by then. Marti got off Leo and led the guy to her chair. She set him on the edge of the chair with his legs out and opened. Squeezing her tits, she doused his hard cock with her nipple juice then gave him an expert handjob. She coating his cock again with milk then wrapped her dripping tits around his dick and bounced them up and down his throbbing shaft. When he raised his ass to blow his load, she quickly took him in her mouth and swallowed all he could give her.

After that, it became clear none of the other guys would be hard enough soon enough, though they all (except Hammer who knew better) tried to wank themselves hard. Marti covered herself with a silky robe as the guys gave her all kinds of thankful appreciation for what she had done and let them do to her that night. After they got cleaned up (especially little Leo) and dressed, she led the men one at a time to the room door, kissed them, and whispered to them that she would be at the nightclub the following weekend, though she did seem to whisper just a bit more to Leo and Hammer.

It was a little after 1:00 am when the last guy left. Marti turned from the closed door and looked at me with a huge smile on her face. “That was so much fun!” she said. “You were awesome!” I said and meant it with several exclamation points. I caressed her breasts (which had formed wet spots on the robe above her nipples) and kissed her neck, hoping she had a little left for me but beginning to think my time would be in the morning. “Lacy,” she said, a bit shyly. “I hope you don’t mind, but I asked one of them to come back in 15 minutes.” Well, to be honest, I was a little disappointed. I wanted any energy she had left to be for me. Still, I enjoyed watching her and she has brought so many good things into my life that I couldn’t be annoyed. “Which one?” I asked. “Leo,” she said. “And which one is Leo?” I asked as we hadn’t settled on any names yet. “The little one,” she replied. “I had rather hoped it was the older one,” I said. “That man fucks like a cross between a jackhammer and the Energizer Bunny.” “Then we’ll call him Hammer,” Marti said. “He was done for the night,” she continued. “But he should be calling any second. I thought that, if you would like, we could stay an extra night here at the hotel – I’ll pay, of course – and we can have Hammer over tomorrow night and this time we won’t make him cum and see how long he lasts.” “You heard our conversation?” I asked. “Almost every word,” she replied laughing. “I would like that as long as you are all mine in the morning,” I said. “All yours however you wish it, my love,” she said. That term ‘my love’ thrilled me and made me want her even more. “But why Leo?” I asked her. “I don’t know if you met this guy, David, who was an early member of the WFMC.” I did remember him, but didn’t know much about him. “Well,” Marti explained. “More than any other guy I’ve ever had, David could cum the most often. I had a one-on-one with him months ago now and we tried to see how many times I could make him shoot. I want to say he came something like 10 times in 90 minutes. And each orgasm shot as much as the first – or so it seemed. I thought that was very hot and I’m somehow thinking Leo might be like that. I’d love to see it again. Plus, he took the most interest in my tits.” “I noticed,” I said. “But only the second most,” I added. “Oh?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied, “for I had the most interest of all!” With that I kissed her with all my being, as I do every time I kiss her. And that I do for Marti alone.

(Just a little more to go to finish the night. Stay with me.)

Four, Yes 4!, Downloadable Vids Added

2011-11-01T18:49:00.000-04:00

I just added FOUR videos to the Downloadable Videos page. Just follow the link to the page on the side bar or CLICK HERE to be directed to the downloadable videos page. Remember, if you click to download, you will be taken to another site where you can download. But, don't worry, the download is free (they only charge if you want to upgrade to a premium account - all that gets you is a faster download - I get nothing from that so it's up to you). And, as always, you can just stream from over60bigtits, though it is a lower resolution version.

NOTE: The old VIDEOS page will disappear soon, so if I put up a video on the downloadable page that already exists on the old videos page, that is why.

New Downloadable Vid of Me in the Shower Posted!

2011-10-25T09:11:00.000-04:00

Just posted a new video of me in the shower on my downloadable vids page. You can find the link to the downloadable videos on the side bar, or CLICK HERE to be taken to the page.

What's Happening with Me, October 20, 2011

2011-10-20T22:56:00.000-04:00

It's been awhile since I gave you an update on how things are going with me in real time. Well, I had to take a break from "Josh's Mom" because of my dally with those guys from the nightclub. Man, was Snake (my porn producer) mad at me! I don't blame him - it was kinda stupid. No, it was real stupid. Oh well, he made me wait a couple of weeks then take a STD test then wait for the results before I could get back to the boys in Tampa. When I finally did get bak to them in late September - it was awesome. It was so obvious how much we missed each other - not just physically, which we certainly did, but emotionally as well. Things have been great since.

Daniel and Brenda are still fucking each other's brains out. Brenda now lives with her friend, Lilac, that I wrote about a couple months ago. So Daniel is doing them both. Between the two of those ladies there are probably some 92 inches of bust measurement (and maybe 75 inches of waist measurement - had to get a little dig in), so Daniel is in complete boob heaven. We're still married. Why not - we're both getting what we want.

I see lots of Lacy and Harry. If there are two more supersexed people on the planet I would like to meet them. I am having some sex with a very special guy who you will eventually meet here. I have seen Tim once (remember him - the guy who started this all) and have done some one-on-ones for the Voyeurs and the WFMC - remember them? And this guy Leo that Lacy is writing about from that first weekend with guys from the nightclub - he's my sub when I want him. What fun!

Lacy should finish her writeup of the Saturday night with the guys from the nightclub this weekend. And I will finish what happened the following weekend soon after. Then I'll get back to those wild months of April - June that changed my life before getting to all the stories of "Josh's Mom." Hope you will keep tuned in.

I try real hard to answer all emails within 2 weeks but I'm just a little bit behind now. I'm trying!!! Keep checking the downloadable videos and the new zip downloadable picture page for continuous updates. I'm not able now to update as much as I would like, but I keep at it.

Let me hear from you. I do all I do here for you so I like to hear when you appreciate something I do.

Kisses,
Marti (OYO)

New Picture Set Up

2011-10-20T08:06:00.000-04:00

Just added a new large set of pics to my picture page (CLICK HERE to go to the picture page). You can either click on the thumbs to view (and download) pics individually or you can click on the link to download the entire set as a zip file. Enjoy and let me know what you think about this new picture format at over60bigtits.

Kisses,
Marti (OYO)

New Downloadable Video Added October 17

2011-10-17T22:52:00.000-04:00

A new downloadable video is up. CLICK HERE to either view the video from over60bigtits or to go to a different site to download at higher resolution.

Picking up some guys at a nightclub - Part 2

2011-10-07T14:14:00.000-04:00

(As I have written before in this blog, when I am brought to lactation by galactorrhea brought about by extreme stimulation of my breasts and nipples, my brain gets flooded with a complex mix of hormones, putting me in a state I like to call “contented euphoria.” I would emphasize the “euphoria” when it comes to overstimulation whereas, when it comes through suckling – as especially done by the boys of “Josh’s Mom,” it is more a case of “contented.” I can function and remember perfectly in the contented mode, but when euphoria takes over, I sometimes lose contact with reality and my memory of events becomes suspect at best. The times in this blog I have written details about being in that euphoric state have been mostly events as told to me by Daniel or Doc or Lacy or others since my memory would have been shaky – as was the case with the Milk Maids, for example. Well, it happened again on that Saturday night, September 3^rd when I invited those guys back to the hotel room Lacy and I shared. They responded just as I had hoped and got me to the state of euphoria.

So, this time, instead of relating someone else’s recollection of the events myself, I asked Lacy to write it for me since she witnessed the whole thing. So below, given in pink, is her recollection of that evening – OK, I may have done a little structural editing just to make it flow like the rest of the blog, but the content is all hers. If I have any comments to make, I will make them in my usual red font. So, if you take exception to anything written in pink, you can comment to Lacy. But be warned: she is much quicker with a “fuck off” than I am!)

Hey guys, it’s Lacy. Marti’s right. I am quick with a “fuck off.” I wish she was quicker with one. I mean, I’ve seen her tear up when she reads less-than-flattering emails she’s gotten from over60bigtits. I would have gotten flaming mad. She’s doing this for free, you know. No, no, I don’t read her emails so whatever you write her is confidential, but she sometimes tells me with excitement about some of the hot or interesting ones she gets, then with sadness over the few mean ones. But for the large majority of you who are so nice and sexy to her in comments or emails or photos, I want to thank you personally for you really make her happy and horny. For the few assholes out there – FUCK OFF! She is far too sensitive for your bullshit, you losers!

One last comment before I get on with the story: You need to know that I paint Marti through rose-colored glasses. I am madly in love with her and she knows it. If she were purely lesbian and would be my partner, I would never want another person. She’s everything I could possibly want and is the best female fuck I’ve ever had – by far. But, enough of that – on with the story . . . . . . .

I’ve seen Marti’s nipples go off enough (she means lactate) to know when she’s heading in that direction. Her nipples and areolas turn from a tannish pink to a reddish brown. Her areolas become so hard and wrinkled that their surfaces have the feel of the skin of a new basketball rather than of the skin of a woman. When excited, her nipples are probably the longest I’ve ever played with, maybe ½ to ¾ inches long, but when she’s about to spurt milk, they grow even longer, maybe to an inch or even an 1 ¼ inches. And she was surely heading there that Saturday night in the hotel room. When those four guys started snapping pictures of her tits, I could almost see her melons transforming themselves from objects of lust to objects which could provide dinner.

She raised her arms over her head and turned her torso back and forth in a sing-song kind of way, all the while the camera flashes going off. She leaned back in her chair then leaned forward giving them several different views of those luscious jugs and big erect nipples. A few minutes into the show, someone knocked at the door. It was the fifth guy who said he would come by – plus he had brought a friend. “Now them are some big titties!” I heard the friend say. “They’re better than I thought they’d be,” the fifth guy said. I quickly whispered Marti’s rules to them and they joined the party. The friend had even brought a nice digital camera.

After several more minutes of breast-picture taking, one of the guys, the short one (Marti ended up calling him Leo because of the cat-like way he moved and his Italian appearance) decided he wanted someone to take a picture of him next to Marti’s boobs using his cell phone. She was clearly happy to oblige his request and I took the pictures. He was the first one Marti allowed to hold her tits and he did so with gusto, exclaiming “Damn, these are heavy,” when he first took one of them. Others followed Leo’s cue and had their turn holding and squeezing her tits and licking and sucking her nipples. She encouraged them to take hold two at a time, a different guy on each nipple. From her approving smile and happy eyes as she watched them play with her tits it was obvious to me she was reaching that hormone-induced nirvana she gets into.

I had covered as much of the floor as I could withh the spare bed sheet that was in the room for the fold-out couch. The spare fitted sheet I had put over the couch and had covered one of the big chairs with the blanket. But as she held her breasts out to her new lovers, I was getting visions of some of the times she had forcefully squirted long distances and high volumes, and I was thinking we were going to have a major clean-up job in the morning. I guess her subconscious was thinking the same because she eventually asked them to back off while she took matters into her own hands, working those wonderfully big and hard nipples. I took the opportunity once the guys had backed a few steps to pull her dress down and off so all she wore, other than her jewelry, were he panties and heels. I also know from experience that when she cums from lactating, she gets a much heavier flow from her pussy than when she cums from having her clit stimulated. And I, for one, love to watch her panties fill and stain with those wonderful juices. Removing her dress was for me, then, but I invited them to watch.

She leaned well back in her chair and thrust her chest forward, furiously working the ends of her tits and her areolas and nipples. Marti had told me she had made herself spew milk a few times for the boys of “Josh’s Mom,” but I had never seen her do it. I think it takes a situation like this when she feels her tits are the centers of everyone’s attention and appreciation. And they had gotten LOTS of attention that night. Still, she had said the let down was not usually as energetic when she made it happen herself – I guess ‘usually’ is a dangerous word though.

It was absolutely awesome watching her masturbate her nipples like that. I loved how her eyes were riveted on her breasts as if she were enjoying the show as much as the six guys and me. Her ass began to slide forward and her back arched more, her hands even busier with those huge nipples. "Stand back," I told the guys, "and watch her nipples and pussy."

(To be conitnued - I think Lacy wrties even slower than I do!)

New Video at the Downloadble Video Page

2011-10-05T22:42:00.000-04:00

Just added a new video. Go to the link on the side bar entitled Downloadble Videos. You can either watch a lower resolution version of the video by streaming from over60bigtits or you can follow the link to a download site to download a higher resolution version. Enjoy!

NEW AT OVER60BIGTITS! ZIP FILE DOWNLOADS!

2011-10-05T21:16:00.002-04:00

One of my favorite commentators at this site is Ruud. He suggested a few weeks ago that I start giving the option of full zip file downloads of my pictures. Well, not being the most computer savvy lady around, it took me awhile to figure it out. And here is my first try. I would love any suggestions to make it better.Anyway, the link just above the thumbs is to a site where you can go to download the entire set of pics in a zip format. The thumbnails below are of all the pics in the zip file. If you prefer, you can follow the thumbnails to a different site and download the pics one at a time.http://www.fileswap.com/dl/WJujtgal/100511.zip.html

Two new downloadable vids added!!

2011-10-01T20:15:00.001-04:00

I added two new vids to my Downloadble Vids page today. You can go HERE and either stream the lower resolution versions of the two vids or, at the same location, you can go to my download site and download the vids in higher resolution! Enjoy!

Picking Up Some Guys at a Nightclub

2011-09-26T21:55:00.001-04:00

(I’m getting pretty far behind again in my blogwriting. The adventures I’m writingabout below happened the Saturday night before Labor Day – that would beSeptember 3^rd - and the following Friday and Saturday nights,September 9^th and 10^th. And I still have so much of my story of how I got from my struggles withDaniel’s fling with Brenda to being a porn star with “Josh’s Mom.” I’ll keep writing if you’ll keep reading!)

I don’t know if you remember, but Daniel had gone out oftown with Brenda over the long Labor Day weekend, from September 1^stthrough the 6^th. Since August1^st was my birthday – 61! – Lacy decided the girls, meaning she andI, needed a night out on the town that Saturday. To prepare me for my first night of clubbingin over a decade, she took me out shopping Saturday afternoon to buy somethingfor that night; I really didn't have anything appropriate for what she had inmind, especially since I have added several pounds and several bra cup sizessince my last slinky, sexy dress. Weended up buying a couple of cleavage-showing, leg-revealing outfits forme. The picture below of my VirtualMarti has her dressed very similarly to what I wore Saturday night. She shows it off quite nicely. (It stilll freaks me out a little how much myvirtual self looks like my real self. Iwish as I was that thin, but the rest of her - including her face and tits andlegs and ass and pussy - are nearly exact duplicates of me. Just plain freaky to see theresemblence. I do have bigger nipplesthan her, though, so I get some points!)

The first place we went Saturday night was one of the twogay and lesbian bars she frequents. Shejust said she wanted to 'show me off' to her friends there. I got appreciative glances from some of thewomen there and some comments about Lacy sharing me every now and then, butnothing like the stares I get from men - which came later.

After about 45 minutes there, we went to her favorite'straight' nightclub. She told me it wasusually full of men and that we wouldn't get much time to talk, for she said wewould be up dancing all evening. She wasright there. Bewteen her showing offthose amazing legs of hers - God, was her skirt short and heels high - and allthe cleavage I was showing, let's just say all our drinks were bought for usbut we rarely had time to sip on them.

Of course I knew that my tits were what drew most of theguys to me to ask me to dance. I saw thestares, and I loved it, and played up to it. When I first started dancing with the various men (I bet I danced withsome 25 different guys throughout the night), I let my boobs jiggle through thefaster songs then pressed them against my partners on the slower songs. I told them that they were more than welcometo stare at my chest instead of my face, and many of them did just that. I then got bolder, at least with the guys whowere obvious in their stares at my cleavage, and would whisper to them as wegot to the dance floor that "it's OK if you want to touch my tits, as longas you're discreet." After that,word travelled pretty quickly through the men that my boobs were free to feel. When some guys made comments about seeing moreof me, I gave them the address for this site (over60bigtits) forgetting thatmost of them had smart phones and were checking out my pictures and vids whilestill in the nightclub. (I just got myfirst smart phone for my birthday and still can't figure the damn thing out.)

Well, needless to say as the night wore on, I was gettinghotter and hotter for sex. What with theway the men stared at my chest and how they touched and grasped them when wedanced, my cup of hormones was definitely overflowing. I discussed the plan that had formed in myhead with Lacy while we were both in the lady's room. She wasn't sure it was a good idea at first,but consented - especially since it was my birthday and I was determined to seeit through.

So, I then began whispering to my breast-infatuated dancepartners that Lacy and I were planning to leave for our hotel room around 11:30and that if they wanted to play with my tits for real then they were welcome tocome over at midnight. (As I mentionedin an earlier post, Lacy and I were staying at an Embassy Suites just down theroad from the club.) When Lacy and Ileft the nightclub at 11:30, I had five guys say they would be there. Four showed up at our room by midnight whilethe fifth showed up with a friend closer to 12:30.

When Lacy and I first got to the room she gave me one of herwonderful, full-tongued kisses that melted me and had my pussy dripping. I decided the show was to go on in the living room of the suite and Lacy wisely took out the spare set of sheets (used when the couch pulled out to make a bed) and spread them on the floor - "Just in case," she said. I was over the top when the first guy showedup. I held out my hand as if to shakehis, but instead took his hand and placed it on my left breast. I greeted all four of the guys that way. I'm guessing they ranged in age from maybe 30to 60. They were perfectly normal guys -I remember one of them as fairly short and one of them as too heavy. None of them had really big dicks, just acouple maybe a little larger than average and a few a bit smaller than average.

For those of you unfamiliar with Embassy Suites rooms,within the room's door is a living room, dining room combination with a sofaand several chairs in the living room. Deeper inside the room is a kitchenette opposite the bathroom. Another door leads into the bedroom at theback of the suite. Well, I got all fourguys sitting in the living area, with Lacy sitting on the dining table, legscrossed, watching intently and looking adorably sexy. She gave me a knowing smile and nod as Iturned away from her and pulled one of the dining chairs into the middle of thesemicircle the guys had formed.

“Three rules for tonight,” I said as I began rubbing mybreasts. “First is that if your cell iscapable, you can take all the pictures and videos of me you want, but do nottake any of anyone else in this room without their permission. Second is that if you are very, very good tomy tits and suck my nipples, I’ll be very, very good to you afterwards and sucksomething else of yours like I bet it’s never been sucked before.” “I’m hard already so you can do that now,”one of them said to general agreement. “My tits come first,” I said. “That’s what got you here in the first place, now isn’t it? And now for the third rule,” Icontinued. “If you can still get woodafter my mouth has done its work on you, then you can fuck me if you would like,but only my pussy, and only with a condom.”

(I know, I know, this whole evening was a bit dangerous whatwith me having men I’ve never met in my hotel room and offering to blow themand I know STD’s can travel through oral sex. But at least I figured I would play it safe with the most dangerous wayof getting a disease and demand condoms. I hoped they had some with them for I hadn’t come prepared.)

“That’s it,” I said. “Any questions?” “When do I getto play with those juggs?” the oldest guy asked. I sat in his lap and said loud enough for theother 3 guys to hear: “Let me tempt youa bit more, first. I want you aching tosqueeze them and suck them.” I pushed my tits together making them stand outeven further, showing very deep cleavage. The older man’s eyes were wide and hungry. “You’ll each get a bit of this before theycome out to play,” I said to the others. With that, I began pushing them even further out, making the fabric ofthe dress top pull back, showing practically all the inside of my boobs. My mind flashed back to my first extramaritalaffair with Tim back almost 10 months ago now. I also thought of the first day I stripped for the 4 boys of"Josh's Mom" when I put on a real show for them. I could not rekindle the incredible feelingsthose two episodes gave me, at least not that night, for there was no way toreproduce the excitement of my first time ‘showing off’ for Tim and hisunabashed delight nor would these men show the amazement and sheer joy the guysof “Josh’s Mom” showed when first I presented my tits to them. Still, the electricity was high in the hotelroom, and I was loving it.

All the while I was in his lap I teased him with promises ofhow he would be feeling my tits soon, how heavy and soft they were, how hard mynipples were becoming, and how I couldn’t wait to get his cock in mymouth. I let my breasts fall then tookthe insides of the dress’s neckline and pulled them outwards so that nearly allof the inside halves of my breasts were out to the point of just the tips of myareolas showing. I let him look intentlyand watched him lick his lips as I closed the inside edges of the dress top andthen pulled the outside edges of the fabric around my tits toward the insidenow showing him practically all the outer halves of my tits, again until theouter edges of my areolas just showed. When his eyes were full of that view I returned the fabric to its normalstate and put my hands underneath, touching my very hard nipples and tweakingthem just underneath the material so he knew what I was doing without actuallyseeing my nipples. With both hands Ithen squeezed together the fabric over my right breast so that it formed a linemaybe two inches wide running down the center of my right tit, the broadexpanse to the left and right of my nipple exposed. I pulled the cloth to the side showing himthe inside third of my areola just to the point where the nipple began toprotrude. My areolas had become muchsmaller than normal at that point as my nipples swelled in their hardness. I allowed the straps of the dress to slidedown my arms until the material just barely covered the tops of my hard,creased areolas.

(Look at the difference in the size of my areolas in thepicture at the top of my home page when my nipples are relaxed and the one onthe side bar where my nipple is partly hard. See how much smaller and rougher the areolas get when I'm excited. My areolas stick out as much through fabricas some women's nipples! The change inmy areola size when they’re relaxed and when they’re excited is much moreextreme than with most women – or so I’ve been told by Lacy and Doc andEmerson. That is why when my nipples arehighly erect, the areolas actually protrude from the skin of my tits.)

After the oldest guy’s five minutes of attention I moved tothe next guy who was the youngest, maybe 30 as I’ve said. I sat on his lap as well, but instead offacing him, I pressed my back against his chest so that he was looking over myshoulders at my tits. I loved the feelof his hot breath on my shoulders and the force of his hard cock against myass. He got much of the same show theother guy received with a few twists. Imoved on to the third guy, the short one, and sat sideways on his lap so hisclosest view was of the side of my right breast. From that vantage point, I am sure he couldsee more of my breasts and areolas than the other guys and he could fullyappreciate how far outward my nipples stretched the fabric. The last guy also got the side view, exceptof my left breast. All of them not onlygot their eyes full, but their ears full, too, of promises of how they weresoon to play with my nude tits and of how I was going to satisfy them.

When the last lap dance was done, I pulled my chair closeand in the center of the semicircle they made as they sat. I slipped my right hand underneath theneckline above my left breast and my left hand underneath the left side of thedress top so that I held my left breast – still under the cloth – in both myhands. I squeezed it and moved it fromside to side so it almost fell out. Ilet it fall, heavily, then repeated the action with the right breast. Their eyes were riveted to my chest. It was time. The straps fell over my shoulders and down my arms, and, with a littleshimmy, my tits were free.

“Sweet!” I heard one of them say. “Nice fucking big ass tits!” anotherexclaimed. “Fuck yeah, you can say thatagain,” a third one answered. “Look atthe fucking nipples!” the one who had spoken second added. I looked down; my nipples were extremelyerect and the areolas had shrunk and become highly wrinkled. A feeling of pride showed through my smile asI looked at my breasts – wide and full, with their sentinel nipples at fullattention. But it was when the fourth guy = the one who had yet to say anything about his view - snapped a flash picture with his cell phone pointed right at my tits - that was when I made the transition from being fully excited to being overly excited. It's that point when my nipples and areolas go from their normal full erect mode to the "stand back, we're going to lactate" mode. When my nipples grow more than they should and my areolas get smaller than they're supposed to, and they all get darker in color than normal. Yes, they were going to see milk tonight. I turned to Lacy who smiled approvingly and gave me the "OK" sign with her right hand.

"Take all the photos you want," I said, leaning back and thrusting my chest out. "Pose me as you wish."

"Those fucking nipples are getting even bigger!" that second guy exclaimed. And he was right - they were past the point of no return. The flashes from their cell phone came from all directions, and it drove me higher and higher and made my nipples bigger and bigger and my areolas tighter and tighter. . . .

(To be continued!)

My Priorities at Over60bigtits

2011-09-21T23:50:00.000-04:00

I sometimes get emails and comments about posting more pics or vids, or wanting me to write more about my sex life and the journey into pornography. For clarity's sake, I wanted to let you all know what my priorities are when I get on the computer. I think I might put a poll here in the next day or two to get your input. Anyway, my priorities are:

Answering emails. I really believe this is what sets me apart from other erotic models. To my knowledge, no one else promises to answer all emails within 3 - 4 weeks, usually faster.
Posting vids and pics at yuvutu and xhamster. This may seem a bit out of priority, but these sites bring more new visitors to over60bigtits which brings me more emails and followers.
Posting vids and pics here at over60bigtits. I know that is what you want the most.
Relieving my tensions in my posts. This lets you see who I really am.
Reliving my sex life with you. These, for the most part, are glorious, which makes them harder to write about than the things that bother me, at least to get them accurate.
Virtual Marti. I love dressing her in all kinds of sexy things and making her do things I have done or want to do. What a stress reliever!
Answering the comments and messages I get at yuvutu, xhamster, and grannysexforum. As this is the lowest priority, it usually never happens, because any free time I have goes to number 5 and 6.

Hopefully, this helps you understand what happens at over60bigtits and my other endeavors. Remember, I do all of this myself. No staff, no stand-ins. Just me. That's why things happen slower than I wish they would!

My Email Pet Peeves

2011-09-21T23:36:00.000-04:00

OK, guys, I have promised you that I will thoughtfully and personally respond to every email I receive and I have kept to that promise for months now. But it is time to draw a line. As over60bigtits has been growing almost exponentially over the last few months, the number of emails I receive has, too. I read them all and love the ones that have clearly taken the author's time to send, whether in thought or words. I enjoy emails that make me think, that show me you care, that are sensuous and sexy and hot, that have pics (yes, I do like to see pictures of you - and your member), that have your fantasies of what you would do to me sexually, that have suggestions how to improve this site or my pics or vids.

HOWEVER - if the sole purpose of your email comes down to something like : "Let's get together and fuck as soon as possible," or "Call me as soon as you can (phone number attached)," then forget about a response. You know, if I said yes to all of those requests, I would be fucking 3 different guys a night every night of the year?!? (That kind of tells you how many emails I get and answer.) It ain't going to happen through one email or one picture of your willie. A guy recently sent me a picture of his cock - and it was a very nice, big one. I told him so. He wrote back to arrange a night of sex. I told him, essentially, "not now." He told me, essentially, to "fuck off." I was furious. I mean, I show all of my body here, at my weakest and most vulnerable moments. I pour my heart out in my posts. I spend long, though happy, hours answering email. To have someone tell me to fuck off because I didn't jump at the chance to suck his dick was more than I could handle.

Look, my sex life is very, very full for now. I would love to one day meet my friends from over60bigtits. And when I move beyond the boys in Tampa, beyond Harry, beyond one other guy I have yet to introduce here, and maybe beyond Daniel, the guys I will want to meet are the ones who have been patient with me, who have been loyal to over60bigtits and the stuff I post elsewhere, who have been thoughtful in their emails and comments, all while being hot at the same time. I won't put their names here, but I could tell you right now off the top of my head (at least by their email or member names) a couple dozen guys I have corresponded with here that I would go out of my way to at least have a drink with - and perhaps something else!

One last thing. I have had several instances lately where some guys wrote me very nice, very long emails. As is my promise, the longer and more thoughtful someone's emails, the longer and more thoughtful my replies. Well, I spend 30 minutes or more responding only to get an "undeliverable" reply in my box. Someone created an email address, wrote me an email, and when I didn't respond within a day or two, cancelled their email address leaving me to waste my time when I could have been writing to someone who really cared. Damn, that pisses me off!

So, please, have a stable email address and don't expect me to take the next flight to suck you off. I will open up to you, if you just have patience and respect.

Kisses,
Marti (OYO)

I Knew It + You Were Warned

2011-09-21T22:49:00.000-04:00

What's the old saying: "Let a sleeping dog lie." I guess I should, but I can't help myself after being questioned about this. I promise, though, this is my last post on the subject (unless someone else brings this up again).

Give me a minute and I'll get to the gist of this post. Some background first. I've been posting vids (and some pics) on both yuvutu and xhamster for months now. I have found that they (along with grannysexforum) bring more viewers to over60bigtits than any other sites I could post to - which is the main reason for why I'm at those sites. xhamster allows other sites to copy and post vids xhamster provides. I don't mind - again, it is a great way to drive traffic to over60bigtits. So sometimes, I just copy the title of one of the vids at xhamster and google it to see how many sites are using that particular video of me. WELL, one of my last videos at xhamster - which is also the one that has gotten the most copies and postings at other sites - has brought the effect of "Josh's Mom" home in a hurry. Let me explain . . .

Early this week, I did the Google search just as I had mentioned above (if you want to try it, and maybe you won't after you read this, just Google the title "Big Tits Mature Sharing Nipples and Getting Doggie Fucked"). There were some 20 pages of sites that had used the video - which I was proud of, by the way. I tried it again tonight thinking it had gone even further when, to my surprise, there were fewer sites and pages. When I went to the last page, there was a warning. To paraphrase, it basically said that sites that contained that particular video had been linked to CP - I don't even want to type it in full, but if I say C***d Pornography, I think you get the picture. So remember my warnings about porn sites that lead to porn sites that lead to where you might can get "Josh's Mom?" Just my name - Martiddds - now seems linked to it all somehow. I know I have done nothing wrong or illegal so I'm not worried about it. The guys of "Josh's Mom" are 18 (well, one is 19 now) - I have proof.

So, please, please, please, don't try too hard to find my underground videos. Even searching rather innocent stuff (if any porn can be called innocent) like my xhanster videos may lead you to places you don't want to find - or that you would never want anyone to know you had found. Be happy with what I show you for free. I have promised to try to get a few scraps of "Josh's Mom" when the series is over. I also promise to let you know if any of it turns up on Youporn or any other site. Just PLEASE DON'T GET IN TROUBLE LOOKING FOR THOSE VIDEOS!! I don't want to be the cause of anything bad that may come of it.

New Downloadable Vid Posted

2011-09-17T16:30:00.002-04:00

The pics below are from my latest video on my Downloadable Video page. You can see larger versions of the pics by clicking on the thumbs. You can stream a low resolution version of the vid from here at over60bigtits by CLICKING HERE! You can download a higher resolution version from a different site by CLICKING HERE! Enojy!

A Very Important Post - At Least From My Perspective!

2011-09-14T21:38:00.000-04:00

This post is so important to me that I'm going to write it in a different color than my usual red in hopes that it will catch your attention.

I have recently come to learn something about myself that I think is important in understanding some of my behavior - behavior which, let's face it, is very uncommon of a woman my age - hell, of any age. Lacy was the first to see it and she helped me find it without telling me what she saw. Once she understood, her and Harry's treatment of me has changed dramatically - and for the better. I mean, I still need and desire and find so incredibly hot the times they push me to my sexually physical limit and how they sometimes humiliate me (which I love), but now they see the more tender sexual side of me, the side that fulfills the woman Marti and not just Marti's body and lust. Let me explain. . . .

The realization occured from my doing something stupid - which I will write about next. Lacy and I have gone out the last two weekends and I have lured guys from the nightclub I've never met before back to our hotel room where I put on a show for them, gave them oral sex, and let them fuck me (with condoms on - at least I had some sense). Why would I do something so stupid when I had everything going for me sexually, especially with the boys of "Josh's Mom?"

Actually it goes back to last November and my first experiment with extramarital sex – which was with Tim. I often wonder if any of this would have happened had Tim not been first. He was – and still is – the most complete breastaholic of any grown man I’ve ever known. He is perfectly happy to fondle, suck, or just stare at my chest for hours at a time. Back in November, he made me feel so good about myself just by being so totally infatuated with my tits and nipples, made me feel so confident that I was eventually game for trying all the other things I have done. And, of course, while showing off for Tim in that hotel bar, I also caught Harry’s eyes and Harry has been the catalyst for so much change in my life – you don’t know the half of that story yet. But it was that feeling that I got with Tim, that feeling that my body – specifically my tits – could have such power over a man that I felt almost orgasmically sexy just by watching him watch me. It is such an incredible high, almost drug-like, like the feeling I get when my nipples lactate. Then came the boys of “Josh’s Mom” and they are even more infatuated with my body than Tim! They literally do spend hours just touching me and watching me without me doing anything to them. They seem so appreciative just to be able to be intimate with me, not to mention the things I do to them. When they touch me or look at me or photograph or video me there is always a sense of joy and amazement in their young faces which seems to just get stronger with every passing day. When I bare my breasts to them it is like they are seeing them for the first time and their excitement over touching them, sucking them, or staring at them never wanes. How could I not become addicted to the feeling that builds in me around them or Tim? As you will find out as I relate these past two weekends, even Lacy and Harry are beginning to shower my body, heart, and soul with that same feeling. Of course, when the heat really builds, there is nothing I want more than a hard cock down my throat or pounding my pussy, but there is nothing that gets me higher than Tim’s or “Josh’s Mom’s” boys practically worshiping my body. Why am I telling you all of this? It is because I now understand that it was that feeling I was after when I invited these guys to Lacy's and my room. Somewhere in my subconscious I hoped that they, seeing and playing with my tits for the first time, would have that same look and desire that Tim and the ‘boys’ have whenever I am with them.

I know this may not seem like much to some of you, but it is a real epiphany for me. This is why I have abandoned the WFMC. I mean, when you are being gangbanged by 20, 30, even 40 or more guys the incredible intimacy I feel with Tim and the 'boys' and now Lacy and Harry is nowhere to be found. I need it and crave it. It completes me sexually - along with the burning heat of the oral sex and love-making.

So where does Daniel fit in all of this? I'm not sure. I guess that will be up to him . . . and me.

That then is what I wanted to find when I got those men to come to Lacy's and my hotel room. Did I find it? I'll let you be the judge when I post it.

Pics from a Night of Sex

2011-09-13T07:49:00.001-04:00

A series of pictures of Daniel and I during an evening of sex. These will be posted to my pics page as well. Just click on a thumbnail to see a full sized image. Enjoy!

Note: All the thumbs associated with this post has caused slow performance for some of my viewers, so I removed the thumbs from the main page. You can still see all 150+ thumbs by going to my pics page CLICK HERE TO SEE ALL THE THUMBS! One of my most cherised followers suggested I put these up as a zip file so you all can download them - I think that's a great idea and am working on it!

New Downloadable Vid Up!

2011-09-11T18:14:00.005-04:00

The pics below are outtakes of my latest video here at over60bigtits. If you click on the thumbs, you can see full size views of the pics. To see a lower res version streamed from over60bigtits, CLICK HERE! To download this video from an independent site, CLICK HERE!

To My 'Dancing Partners' from Last Saturday Night

2011-09-07T07:35:00.000-04:00

(Note to my beloved readers - I'll explain the note below soon. For now, just use your imagination!)

For those of you who danced with me at the nightclub Saturday night, and especially those who continued the 'dance' in my hotel room, I wanted to let you know that Lacy and I will be back at the nightclub this Friday and Saturday nights. I've bought a special top that is just barely legal so you will be able to see a lot at the club - and, like last weekend, discreet touching is allowed! Of course, the highlight will be back at my hotel room. Four things about the hotel 'dance:" BYOR (bring your own refreshments - I only have just so much milk); BYOC1 or bring your own camera. The guys that ended up back in my room last weekend took lots of pics and vids with their smart phones and it was a huge turnon for me - lost control you might say - so please take lots of pics and vids of my tits. Just remember, you can take whatever pics and vids you want of me, but DO NOT take any of anyone else in which they will be recognizable. Of course, if you plan on me sucking your cock like I did last Saturday night, you must be aware that your cock and balls will get photographed. The pictures and vids are yours to do whatever you wish. BYOC2 - bring your own condoms. We ran short Saturday night and that was a real bummer. Cum prepared! Lastly, BTOC3 - bring your own change of clothes. I held back on the milking nipples last Saturday because none of us was completely prepared for a full flow - BUT NOT THIS WEEKEND!

Lacy and I plan to be at the club from 9 - 11 both nights. Festivities in the hotel room will start at 11:30 and no one else will be allowed in after 1:00 am. So, if you were with me in the hotel room last weekend I look forward to seeing you and your dick again. If you couldn't make it last time, hope this note of preparation will allow you to visit me in the room this weekend. Spread the word to other club guests and bring your friends - the more the merrier they say. Just be prepared to play with my tits and suck my nipples, be prepared to have your cock sucked to the balls and your cum swallowed, and, if you're still 'up' for it, plan to fuck me later. Just note - you must be at the club to get to the hotel room as Lacy will be handing out passes with the room number.

My tits and mouth await you!!!!