Categories for Life With Big Tits

Stephanie Stalls: Leave It To Cleavage

September 15, 2011 by Elliot James
Stephanie: look as much as you want.

Stephanie: look as much as you want.

“It’s hard to hide my boobs,” Stephanie Stalls says. “I like shirts that are tight on my boobs. They have to be tight and they have to show my cleavage. If I’m walking somewhere, guys will whistle at me or say, ‘You’re hot.’ Or they’ll be staring at me, and I’ll wave at them to let them know I saw them. Give them a smile.”

Stephanie has a great philosophy. And she practices her philosophy.

How many times have we seen a busty girl who tries to downplay her boob size or looks annoyed when she sees you checking out her chest? It happens a lot. I’ve lost track and so has Dave. I had a sighting the other day at a Miami mall–a woman seriously putting the hurt on a white T-shirt–and the same thing happened. It’s sad and not just because I thought that she had a lot of potential to actually model for SCORE.

That’s why a boob man has to appreciate Stephanie’s attitude. If they could all be like her, the world would be a better place. At least the big-boobed world.

That’s one of the reasons we’re always happy when Stephanie visits SCORE.

She makes the world a better place for boob men.

Measuring Up…

September 11, 2011 by Maria

I want to talk about boob size with all of you boob lovin’ dudes out there. Boob size, to me, is an interesting thing. Before I came to The SCORE Group, I was a mild-mannered reporter at a newspaper here in Miami. The most I ever thought about tits was that mine were bigger than most chicks. I was at the time a DD-cup and that was, at the time, the colossus of all tit sizes. (Mostly because Victoria Secrets only sold up to a DD-cup, so I had no concept of anything bigger.)

Then I came to work for SCORE and my whole concept of of big tits was completely turned around. I mean, I was STUNNED that huge tits like these existed. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Then, after being here for a few months, I would see D-cups and I would think, “Oh, those aren’t big.” lol

Now, I think I’ve become some sort of big-boob elitist. Unless a lady is packin’ F-cups or bigger, I am not really impressed.

Do you find that this happens to you? Or, do you just appreciate all big tits, even the ones closer to the D-cup range? Is there such a thing as boobs that are TOO BIG?

Chime in. I want to hear what your criteria is and how you set the bar for big boobs. How do tits measure up to you?

xoxo

Maria

Sometimes it’s hard (nipples) to be a woman…

August 14, 2011 by Maria
Minka's hard nipples are distracting.

Minka's hard nipples are distracting.

I want to talk about something that I feel needs to be talked about. I want to talk about hard nipples.

Yeah, I said it.

I am not talking about naked hard nipples because once you have them all out in the open, hard nipples lose their hard edge. They are not as eye-catching or very serious at all once they are naked and in your line of vision or, if you are lucky, your mouth.

Nope.

What I want to talk about is what I like to refer to as the red flag of all things tit…hard nipples in a shirt. I am a woman and I have big boobs. Clearly, I have nipples. Clearly, they get hard. You would think that this would deter me in some way from staring when confronted by what Dave likes to call “Air-Conditioning Nipples.” It does not.

Nope, when I see a pair of headlights, I am struck stupid by their blinding lure. I stare. Nay, I gawk. I cannot help it. I know I am not alone. I know ALL of you stare, too. How can you not? It’s like two air-traffic control men are waving you in to the bone zone.

I started thinking to myself, “But just HOW distracting can hard nipples be? I mean, can ANYONE resist the lure when a pair of nips are staring you down?”

I decided to be scientific because let’s face it, experiments are fun and everyone secretly wants to be a scientist. I went to one of those gag stores in the mall. You know, the kind that sells everything under the sun that you will never, ever need but probably will buy. It was there that I found a pair of fake nipples. Yes…FAKE NIPPLES. They are rubber pasties with extra-big, extra-hard nipples that when worn over your real nipples and under your bra make your nipples look EXTRA hard. Like, mutant hard nipples.

Armed with these hard nipples, or rather, wearing them, and a very thin, very white tank top (a wife-beater, as they are known to be called), I headed over to the best possible place to conduct my experiment: the supermarket. I wanted to see just how much lure a set of hard nipples had, and I want to publicly state that the findings of my experiment were both epic and quite hilarious.

To say that my super-hard nipples caused quite a stir is an understatement. I didn’t even make it into my grocer’s door before the shenanigans began. Men pushing carts crashing into things. Then I went in and asked clerks questions like, “Do you know what aisle the sugar is in?” and “How can you tell if a melon is ripe?” I asked the butcher in the meat department what cut of meat was the best for grilling. I asked a stranger in the frozen foods section if he knew where the frozen peas were. I can say that NO ONE talked to me. They all talked to my breasts. The men I asked were extra helpful. The guy in the produce section offered to carry my melon for me. The meat department employee asked me about the weather, TWICE. (I think he wanted me to say it was cold.) The guy in the aisle wanted to know if I would like him to push my cart for me. (I think that was innuendo for, “Let me push my dick in you.”) LOL

Hard nipples...distracting, but delicious.

Hard nipples...distracting, but delicious.

And the women in the store? Well, they looked at me like I was the dingo that stole their baby. One woman actually hissed at me. I am not making this up. She HISSED. The cashier, a younger gal, probably in her mid-20s, was so flustered that she couldn’t formulate a sentence. It was like she wanted to tell me off and point out my hard nipples, as if they were offensive. And not one but TWO bag boys needed to help me carry out my three bags of groceries. When I tipped them, one of them asked me for my number. Clearly, he wanted my nips, not my tips.

By the time I got into my car, I had concluded one thing: Hard nipples are a pretty serious force of nature. Their lure is undeniable and, frankly, powerful. So, to all the men reading this blog, I say, it is not your fault that you stare at them. They are a formidable opponent to the eye. And to all the women, I say this…with great power comes great responsibility, so if you know your headlights are on, be careful who you are blinding. You might just cause an accident!

xoxo

Maria

Announcing the fifth big-boobed girl who joined us in Puerto Vallarta…haven’t you guessed by now?

August 4, 2011 by Dave
Jenna

Sweet dreams, Leanne.

A lot of SCORE Girls like girls, but I’ve only met two SCORE Girls who love big tits as much as any SCORE Man loves big tits: Kerry Marie and Jenna Valentine. We knew this from the start when Jenna told us, “I’m totally into chicks. I find women SO beautiful. I haven’t gone all the way with a girl yet, but I have been pretty close. When it comes to women I get super shy when I have crushes on them. I really don’t know how to initiate anything. They make me so nervous, and I stumble over my words like a teenage boy going through puberty. I guess I’m just waiting for the right girl to take advantage of me.”

Jenna (yup, she’s the fifth girl who joined us in Mexico) didn’t go all the way with Leanne Crow during their photo shoot in Puerto Vallarta, but there definitely was a lot of boob action going on, and isn’t it nice that Jenna let Leanne use her right breast as a pillow? Yeah, very unselfish…kinda like if a SCORE Man offered to let Leanne use his lap as a pillow.

Reported Tushna, our studio manager: “Jenna experienced her first-ever skinny dip. Now she’s addicted and is looking for folks to donate their pool to her. Jenna is vegetarian, and there were plenty of options for her including her favorite…guacamole.”

Jenna Valentine, bikini destroyer. If you're a girl who can do similar justice to a bikini, check us out at BeASCOREModel.com.

Jenna Valentine, bikini destroyer. If you're a girl who can do similar justice to a bikini, check us out at BeASCOREModel.com.

By the way, I’m kinda shocked that nobody out there guessed the identity of the fifth model until Jenna gave it away herself. I mean, Jenna has a huge following on Twitter, and she had been Tweeting up to, during and after the trip. Just goes to show you that the Internet is a very big place.

Anyway, look how happy Jenna is to have Leanne’s head on her breast! And as for the other photo…that’s a bikini, Jenna?

So there you have it: Jenna, Leanne, Natalie Fiore, Hitomi and Micky Bells. An all-star cast of girls with big, natural tits on Mexico’s Pacific Coast. Tomorrow, we’ll gaze at Natalie in Puerto Vallarta. Don’t you wish you were there? Well, with SCORELAND, you kinda are.

Did you know that Puerto Vallarta means Port of Big, Fat Tits?

August 2, 2011 by Dave
Micky towers over Natalie Fiore and Hitomi outside an Asian restaurant in downtown Puerto Vallarta.

Micky towers over Natalie Fiore and Hitomi outside an Asian restaurant in downtown Puerto Vallarta.

Looks like the jig is up. Yesterday, when revealing that Leanne Crow was one of five models who joined us for our latest on-location shoot in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, I asked, “Can you guess who the other four models are?”

Micky enjoys margaritas. We could get drunk on Micky's cleavage.

Micky enjoys margaritas. We could get drunk on Micky's cleavage.

Well, in one of today’s photos of Micky Bells (who’s obviously among the five), we get to see two more of the ladies who joined us on this trip to Mexico’s Pacific Coast. That’s Natalie Fiore on Micky’s left and Hitomi on Micky’s right. And by now, you should be getting the idea that this was one of our most talent-packed, big-boob-packed trips ever.

Reported Tushna, our studio manager, “Micky stayed up late watching the first lightning storm of the season and played skee ball with limes down her cleavage. Four limes, to be exact, all in a row.”

Skee ball…you know, the arcade game. Get the ball in the center hole and win a prize. In Micky’s case, the prize is her J-cup naturals.

By the way, Hitomi has J-cup naturals, too. And Natalie? She’s bustier than ever, which seems to be the case every time we see her. Will her boobs ever stop growing? I hope not.

Tomorrow, more of Hitomi. Natalie on Friday. And Thursday, the fifth mystery girl (unless I inadvertently reveal her before then). Stay tuned (and feel free to check us out on Twitter).

Morgan Leigh at SCORELAND: Big things behind her, big things ahead of her

July 31, 2011 by Elliot James
Morgan Leigh is bikini-built.

Morgan Leigh is bikini-built.

Fair-skinned Morgan Leigh does have tan lines. Not Brittany O’Neil-level tan lines, of course. Very faint ones and mostly bottom tan lines. You’ll be able to make them out on SCORELAND in a bikini photo shoot from August ’11 SCORE magazine.

We have Morgan's back.

We have Morgan's back.

I’ve always been very impressed by Morgan. She has great photo presence, and her posing style is highly jackable. She never just stands there. Her spread-eagle pink poses are fantastic, and she knows how to handle a toy so that no matter what pose she is in, you can actually see the toy in her pussy without her hand blocking the view. Even her SCOREtv segment about tight titty tops was jackable. She’s always smiling; a natural, sunny smile. Morgan really knows what guys like to see and how to deliver it.

Although she’s never done a full-out boy-girl scene, and I wouldn’t bet on that ever happening, Morgan’s one of the few to do a Tits & Tugs outdoors (wearing a bikini on the beach, naturally). If I seem like a lobbyist for Morgan Leigh, then, hell, yeah, I am.

One thing I never noticed about Morgan Leigh until this photo set: She has back cleavage, a subject I’ve written about before.

Add something new to my list of  “What Impresses Me About Morgan.”

Titties: You Gotta Know When To Hold Them…

July 30, 2011 by Maria

Tits…we love them. What’s not to love about those glorious orbs of flesh, eh? I know I love ’em. Hell, I even have my very own pair! 🙂

So, I get it. I understand the allure of tatas. I also understand that when a woman unleashes a set of gazongas in your general vicinity, your natural reaction is to reach out and touch someone, right? Mine, too. But I am here to tell you that there is a way to touch boobs and that there is a way NOT to touch them. I know, I know…you KNOW how to touch them. But guess what? You probably don’t.

I know…that sounds ludicrous, but you would be surprised how many women tell me that they don’t like it when their significant other fondles her funbags. Or how many models tell me that sometimes guys are a little too exuberant in their ministrations, so they don’t really want them to be touched. And when I hear that, I get sad. (I’m serious. I get a sad face.) Because I think that boobs need to be touched…the right way.

So, I am going to give you a few pointers about how to touch a woman’s breasts. If you know all this, great. But if I can help just one guy improve his tune-into-Tokyo technique, it will make my day.

First of all, don’t be too eager. If I had a quarter for every man who went straight for my tits during sexy time, I would be rich. (Maybe not rich, but I’d have a lot of arcade money, that’s for sure.) If you are with a woman with big breasts, EVERY other guy she has been with has rushed to get her tits in his hands. Here’s a hint: Take your time getting to her tits. She will be surprised and appreciative. Kiss her. Grab her ass. Pull her hair. The longer you take to feel her up, the more she will want it. And when it comes to women, you want them to want it A LOT before you give it to them.

Secondly, boobs have nerve endings and guess what? They are attached to our bodies. So, when you grab them, be gentle. Don’t go in there and grab on like you are knuckling a fastball, buddy. You should get in there and cup the underside of the breast and gently lift them a little. Kind of like you are trying to weight them with your hands. Think about a woman palming your nuts. You wouldn’t want her to go in there and squeeze them like she was trying to make lemonade, would you? Just like your balls are sensitive, breasts are, too.

Once you have your hands on them, you can squeeze and knead, but gently. If a lady wants you to give her melons a firmer grip, she will let you know, I promise.

And then there are the nipples. Nipples are the key to the promised land, if you understand how to touch them. Every woman is different. Some ladies LOVE their nipples licked, suckled, lightly pinched, bitten and pulled. Hell, some ladies can even have an orgasm from this kind of nipple play. But not all ladies like their nipples touched. Want to know how to tell what your lady likes done to her boob buttons? Here is a surefire way: ASK HER.

I promise you if you ask a woman how she likes her nipples played with, she will tell you. In fact, she will probably tell you in great detail. This works in your favor on two counts. The first is that allllllll women want to be asked their opinions. It makes them feel important. They will think that you are Don Juan Sensitivo because you ask, I can promise you this. The second, is that if you ask it, she will tell you. And if she tells you, she will cum harder. If she cums harder, you are going to cum harder, too! Women are mysterious creatures. Our bodies are all different. So asking about what makes us purr will guarantee that you will be able to make us cum. In turn, being the givers that we are, we are going to make you cum. It’s a win-win.

These are just helpful tips that I am putting out there to help you, my boob-loving buddies out. I am a chick with big boobs, trust me, I know what I am talking about. I want you guys to score with big boobed chicks and as a big-boobed chick, I want my goods handled with care. The weekend is upon us, fellas…go out there and get your hand on a pair!

xoxo,

Maria

A Chat With Micky Bells

July 29, 2011 by Maria
Micky's "bells" will ring your bell...we promise.

Micky's "bells" will ring your bell...we promise.

I recently gave you all an eyeful of Micky in a wet T-shirt from our shoot with her on location in Montego Bay, Jamaica and I think we can all agree that Micky looks extra-hot, extra wet. Now, I am going to let you guys get to know a little bit about Micky let’s face it…we all want to know what makes this big-titted stunner, tick. So, without further ado, here are some fun facts about Micky Bells.

What does Micky like?

“I like to travel and see the world. I like to go see mountains. I like to go smell the fresh air. I also like to go out bowling with my friends.”

She likes mountains. Clearly, we like her mountains. We already have something in common.

What does Micky listen to?

“I like all kinds of music, but I think that soft rock is my favorite.”

Okay, time to break out those REO Speedwagon and Air Supply CDs for some wooing. Soft wooing, that is.

What are some of Micky’s skills?

“I think that all it takes it about 10 minutes, maximum, and then a guy will cum. I can make a man cum very fast with just my breasts.”

10 minutes? Okay. That sounds like the best 10 minutes of all time.

When did Micky’s, um, bells start growing?

“I was about 14 or 15 when they started growing and getting very big. That is when they grew a lot. It happened very suddenly. Then suddenly in one year, I was an E-cup. So, in ninth grade, I was already busty. It was a very fast change. It was very hard to get used to having big boobs all of a sudden and being so young.”

And what does Micky thing about her love pillows?

“I feel good about them. I think they made me look like a woman and I appreciate them a lot now.”

Well, we feel good about them, too. In fact, we appreciate them!

And there you have it. A chat with Micky. I don’t know about you guys, but I feel better knowing that Micky likes to go bowling.

Oh, alright…yes, I am still thinking about the 10-minute boob fuck, too. lol

Don’t forget to check Micky out in the Montego Babes special on XLGirls.com. It’s kind of spectacular!

xoxo, Maria

I’d walk a mile for a cameltoe!

July 23, 2011 by Elliot James
Crystal Gunns

Crystal Gunns

Ashley Sage

Ashley Sage

CJ

CJ

Kitana

Kitana

Cameltoe: A slang word for the outline of a girl’s labia majora when she’s wearing very tight-fitting shorts or pants. The fabric should be thin and clingy.

And I’d walk a mile for it.

The cameltoe effect is even more highlighted if the vertical seam goes straight down the middle of her shorts, separating the labia.

Admittedly, “cameltoe” is not a flattering term at all. The hoof of an “even-toed ungulate,” as the biology books call cameltoes, is not something you’d associate with a vagina. I have no idea who came up with the name. I can’t imagine someone walking up to a girl who’s dressed in booty shorts and saying, “Hey, the outline of your pussy looks like the hoof of a camel!”

As a boob man, I usually tend to look at a girl’s chest first but if she’s got on something that highlights a cameltoe, I’m there too. Here’s Ashley, Crystal, CJ and Kitana showing theirs. More in SCORELAND!

Note from Dave: Sorry to hijack your posting, Elliot, but has anybody noticed that cameltoes seem to be back in style? By “back in style,” I’m going back to the late 1970s and early 1980s, when women wore super-tight jeans and lots of polyester–this had something to do with the disco era–and sometimes the cameltoe would go an inch or more up their cunts. You could’ve fucked them without taking their pants off. Lately, I’ve noticed a lot more cameltoes, at least here in South Florida, than at any other time since 20 or so years ago. This, along with the return of tube tops, is a very enjoyable trend.

“The Decision”: To show cleavage or not to show cleavage?

July 19, 2011 by Maria
Sometimes you have to hide the guns, like Crystal Gunns in this turtleneck sweater.

Sometimes you have to hide the guns, like Crystal Gunns in this turtleneck sweater.

Sometimes you have to show up, guns blazing, like Crystal Gunns in this cleavage exposing top.

Sometimes you have to show up, guns blazing, like Crystal Gunns in this cleavage exposing top.

Today, I was talking to SCORE Editor Dave, and we got into a discussion about cleavage. For dudes, cleavage is a nice thing to look at. It is a treat for the eyes, a sort of preview of things to cum (on). But for women, especially busty women like yours truly, cleavage is a choice. In fact, it is a decision. It just might be THE DECISION.

You see, a busty gal has one of two choices every day: does she show cleavage or does she cover those puppies up? There is no middle ground, and like The Highlander, when it comes to The Decision, there can only be one…choice, that is. If she chooses to show cleavage, she has to deal with the stares, glares and commentary from the men around her. And sometimes, that works in her favor. For example, if I am going to the mechanic, I automatically opt to show the cleavage. Because what I know about men greatly surpasses what I know about cars, so I am acutely aware that if I show a little bit extra up top, my mechanic is probably going to be more likely to show me a little less charge on my bill. This also works when I get pulled over. If I see those red and blue lights in my rear-view mirror, I automatically open my top up and give the copper a good look at my front view.

But there are times that I know to cover up and not show the cleavage. For example, if I am going to any event that has to do with women, I cover up. Women who do not have big breasts are not nice to women who do. This is not rocket science.  Countless models tell us about the hooter hating that happens when they encounter the myriad of bitter flatties in the cruel, cruel B-cup-or-less world. I also know not to show any cleavage if I am going somewhere where married couples will be hanging out. No need to welcome horny husband’s wandering eyes and the ire of some jealous wife.

But as a busty woman, I am aware that The Decision affects everyone around me. I know that no matter what I choose, it will either make or break someone’s day. If the guy behind the counter of the coffee shop I frequent sees my cleavage in the morning while handing me my caffeine fix for the day, and I see his eyes wander to my hills, I know I am making his day. And the next day when I come in with a shirt buttoned up to my chin, I am also aware of the look of disappointment he gives me when he realizes there is no gun show that day.

The Decision. It exists.

The next time you see a lady and she is showing you an eyeful of tit crease, remember: She made a choice to do that. She knows her cleavage serves a purpose. So, my advice to all of you is go on and look. She wants you to. She wouldn’t have worn that top otherwise.

xoxo,

Maria