There are a lot of things that impressed me when I first started working for SCORE about five and a half years ago. Back in those days, I was a records clerk, going through our magazines and pushing paperwork around the office for each issue.
One of the most-impressive things was meeting the great boob Jedi Master himself, Mr. Elliot James. The man who could identify a model by just seeing a picture of her nipple and could then tell me the entire history of her career and what magazines she appeared in. (My goal is to one day have the Boob Force that Jedi James has.)
The second impressive thing at SCORE was the HUGE image library filled with about a zillion photo sets of busty babes. (Like Xanadu, but with tits!)
Check out the HUGE knockers on Cindy. Fake, but fuckin' impressive!
But, I will admit (With a sheepish grin on my face!) that
Zena Fulsom's gargantuan guns are actually prosthetic.
THE most impressive thing of all time were the photos of Zena and Cindy Fulsom I ran into one day in said image library.
My first thoughts were HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!?! Followed by WHOA!
Naturally, after seeing these two ladies’ intensely immense assets, I ran to Elliot, who told me the whole history of the Fulsom sisters and their, um, what words would be best to describe them…hmmm…their GINORMOUS CANNONS. Yes, that phrase fits.
Chelsea's big hooters are actual implants that are composed of polypropylene string.
You see, apparently the ladies wore prosthetic tatas. (I know, I was just as disappointed as you to find out that these jugs were removable!) And apparently, their chesticles caused such a stir that people would NOT believe that they were prosthetic. They kept insisting that they were real. (Probably bolstered by the implants that Chelsea Charms has, too. They probably figured if those things are on Chelsea and are actual implants, then the Fulsom sisters have to be real, too!)
So, I walked away with the knowledge that the Fulsom sisters a.) were not sisters and b.) were just wearing a boob costume, if you will.
A few years later, I had the luck of being sent to our studios in London to spend a week collecting sets and records to be shipped back to the States. I got to meet some of our British photogs, and as luck would have it, they took a shining to me and let me have a behind-the-scenes tour of our London Studios.
And while we were walking around the cavernous building, I nonchalantly asked about the Fulsom girls. Well, these lovely gents gave me the entire rundown on how the prosthetic breasts were created and how it took over 12 hours to attach them to the girls for the shoot. Apparently, the breasts were made by the same man who does all the prosthetic work for the productions of the Elephant Man around the world. (Just a fun fact for you!) And it took this gentleman many, many, many sets of prosthetic tits before they got a pair to actually attach to the model and not crack and fall to pieces once they were on due to gravity.
I appreciated the story and thought that was it and went back to work. But then, a few hours later, the Brits came back and told me to come along because they had a surprise for me. We walked through all these passages and halls (Our London studios are HUGE!) and finally arrived at a room where, once inside, they presented me with THE ACTUAL PROSTHETIC TITS worn by Zena Fulsom! (Even as I type this, I am literally LOL’ing.) You can imagine how impressive these huge, latex knockers were. So, I did what I imagine ANY of YOU would have done in that situation…I put them on. lol
I put them on and walked around for a bit, laughing and bumping into people with them. (They were surprisingly heavier than I thought they would be.) Then they showed me footage of the prosthetic tatas being put on to Zena. According to them, no one had seen that footage since it was shot. And to this day, no one has seen it since! I felt honored to be given a backstage pass to such a quirky piece of SCORE history.
And that, my friends, is my story about the Fulsom girls. And although Elliot James may be our resident Boob Jedi Master, he has never seen said footage or felt the actual Fulsom falsies…and I have! So, I kinda feel like I have one up on him. LOL! (Sorry Elliot!)
I may have said it before, but I will say it again…I love my job. Thanks for letting me share a little piece of my SCORE history with you.
That sexy Paraguyan SCORELAND hottie Paola Rios will be bathing, showering and shaving in exclusive videos. That’s both sharing and caring! Subtitled in English so you can hear that sweet voice talking in her native tongue.
Kentucky bra-strap snapper Slone Ryder gets an oily-to-bed breast massage by the hands of the boob masseur and gets Voluptuous Girl Slone so worked up, she gives it up. Tugging, tit-sexin’, hands-free BJs, humping and pumping and stress-busting galore.
Rubba boob. Pincha nipple. A big-titted hardcore schwingfest.
SCORE man-pleaser Candace Von goes to Boot Camp in a video salute to our Allied armed forces around the world. Her drill sargeant puts his drill to good use on this sexy fuck-bunny.
Congratulations, Christy. It’s official. After over three months of voter deliberation and a controversial “Matrix” voting system that itself led to lots of heated comments, both positive and negative, SCORELAND has its doll of the decade. Breathing heavily down her neck (figuratively speaking, that is), Karina Hart, Christy’s co-star in Busty Riding Academy, came in at #2. Christy Marks, an awesome 18 year-old, 36H-cup discovery from Pennsylvania, debuted in November ’07 SCORE. She was immediately signed as an exclusive model in the tradition of many big-bust superstar covergirls. From the very beginning, Christy hit the Top Rated Twenty page in the SCORELAND Model Directory and she never left. Now all grown up at 21 years-old this past October 13, Christy’s headspinning list of accomplishments includes a website devoted to her, two major group photo-projects in the Bahamas (Big Boob Paradise, On Location Eleuthera) and Hungary (Busty Riding Academy), a slew of R and XXX-rated DVDs and a stack of magazine credits. All this, and still the real-girl-next-door, but now the Model of the Decade. Have a happy 2010, Christy, and from all of the staff at The SCORE Group, we simply say “love ya.”
Christy proudly showed off her first cover issue in 2007, still hot off the press.
It’s Thursday. The clock is running. Tomorrow morning, Friday, January 1, 2010, we’ll know who’s won the SCORELAND Model of the Decade contest. As soon as everyone recovers from New Year’s Eve. It’s too tough a call for me personally. I’ve kept out of the voting anyway. Christy Marks. Karina Hart. I enjoy them both for different reasons. They each bring their own style and their own game to the table. There were times when I did wonder if Merilyn would take one of them out. But deep down, most people guessed correctly from the beginning that this would ultimately be a two girl race.
In 2007, U.C. wrote: “I have always been tempted to write to you guys. But I was never sure of what to say that would mean something. Now you guys have given me something to write about Christy Marks. That is a goddess next to Linsey Dawn McKenzie.”
In 2008, C.B. emailed: “I’ve been a member with you guys for ages now. Have to say I’m a big fan of Linsey Dawn and lots of your other girls but Karina has the potential to be # 1. No doubt in my mind!”
The same clash of the titans is happening in the annual SCORE and Voluptuous Model of the Year contests. Christy won both titles last year while Karina won both Newcomer contests. Now they’re squaring off for both Model of the Year contests. The major difference between the Model of the Decade contest and the Model of the Year contests is that the Decade contest is only on SCORELAND and was designed only for Internet application while the Model of the Year contest is run in both print mags as well as on SCORELAND. But the difference is not just in the contrasting media. The two voting groups, one Internet-based, the other a print magazine readership, actually have very different tastes and viewpoints so the voting is a study in contrast as well as in psychoboobology.
Me, I just wish Christy and Karina both lived down the street from our building. Add Merilyn Sakova to that wishlist also. But I’m grateful for what we have received…
Here in the land of the plentiful bosoms, we use certain terms to describe the ladies we adore. Words like BUSTY and SUPERNATURAL and PLUMPER are thrown around the office to categorize the countless of hot models we get to see every day. We will say a girl is a SCORE GIRL or a V-GIRL and that she has HANGERS, SUCKLERS, FLOPPERS or PERKIES.
Well, today I started thinking about the term GIRL-NEXT-DOOR.
Carrie Lynn is one of my favorite old-school girl-next-door models.
It’s a term that we use for only certain girls that come our
Ana is the perfect Latina girl-next-door. Oh, Ana, won't you be my neighbor?
way and it just so happens to describe my favorite kind of model. You see, the girl-next-door is a special breed of busty. She is unbelievably stacked, but she possesses this certain innocence and youthful vigor that makes her more approachable. You can relate to her. She probably likes sports. She probably likes to go bowling. She’s really pretty but not in an “I’m so fucking hot that I’d never give you the time of day, loser!” kind of way. A chick that an average Joe (Or Jane, like most of us are…) could walk up to and ask for her name and number. She probably drinks beer. She probably likes the
Tera had a phenomenal rack and was just an average girl who had never modeled. She was here and then she was gone, and just like that, she never modeled again.
same video games you do. She might have the kind of hooters that could launch a thousand boners, but she is
To me, Christy Marks is the perfect example of that sweet, girl-next-door. She was so shy when we met that she called me Ma'am before I convinced her to call me Maria. (Even then, she only called me Miss Maria.)
still a girl who could literally live next door. (And I am pretty sure that all of us wish that we really did live next door to some of these, too.)
Some of the greatest V-Mag legends have been girls-next-door. Girls like the great Carrie Lynn who come to us straight from their college campuses, looking to make some extra tuition money. Or girls like Ana, whose teen tatas make me smile every time I see them. Then you have girls like Tera Cox, who showed up, wowed us with her rack and then disappeared, never to be heard from again. (Whoever HER neighbor is is a lucky, lucky bastard.)
But the one girl who oozes that girl-next-door charm that will melt your heart is Christy Marks. Christy is the all-American sweetie pie. She was so approachable yet shy when we first met that she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. (Which was perfectly all right with me. I was too busy ogling her tits to care. I remember talking to her tits for a while and then remembering to try and maintain eye contact. lol) Even now that she has gone from shy teen debut to hot and freaky XXX porn princess, Christy remains the girl-next-door. It’s a quality that never fades and thank goodness for that.
I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my stacked girls that way.
Not to be confused with breastosis, breastnosis is a very real condition and is being studied in university research labs. Scientists at the University of Wellington in New Zealand discovered that guys look at tits longer than any other body part. Few glances were directed at the arms, lower legs and feet. Subjects were presented with six images of the same woman, digitally altered to increase or decrease the size of her bust, waist and hips. Using cameras and mirrors to measure tiny eye movements, the scientists recorded which areas men looked at first, the number of times they looked and how long their gaze lasted.
“Men spent consistently more time looking at the breasts and made more fixations upon them than other regions,” the researchers reported. Let me tell you, if these scientists would just go to SCORELAND, they could save a lot of cash on their experiments.
And from the SCORELAND files, an example of brainfreeze caused directly by the power of breastnosis. In Pasadena, California, a rookie policeman groped a woman’s breast during a traffic stop but was caught because he used his own cell phone camera to take photos of himself doing it. The 22 year-old officer stopped a female driver, then told her and her female passenger to expose themselves or he would jail them for drunken driving. Using his own camera, he took a photo with his hand on on the driver’s boob. He was charged with fourth-degree sex offense, second-degree assault and two other misdemeanors. A second woman came forward with the same story.
In this clip, the mindboggling power of breastnosis is captured on film. Watch as the subject’s eye bulge from breastnosis while he’s looking at Daphne Rosen’s chest.
She may not smile much but her boobs look happy to us.
The morning I checked the Model of the Decade contest and there she was, popping up in all her glory, Bea Flora. Poland’s pride. The fifth most popular SCORELAND Girl since 2000. I thought she’d be fifth of the five because even though Bea’s beautiful and has a smokin’ busty body, Bea rarely smiles in her layouts, even to the extent of looking glum or unhappy, which is a misperception (I think the not smiling is a Euro-chick thing), but an ultra-serious expression tends to have a subliminal effect on the viewer. Now we are down to four and it’s up to you, SCORELANDER. Who will be voted #4 tomorrow? Nicole Peters? Christy Marks? Merilyn Sakova? Or Karina Hart?
The contest is wrapping up the way most people thought it would end, and the way things are heading, according to most of the predictors, it looks like the final two will be…yeah, you guessed ’em. We’ll know soon enough on Friday morning when the winner and #2 pop-up.
Our CEO John Fox observed the other day that out of the top ten, only two girls have done hardcore (Christy Marks and Karina Hart only in one tit-fuck and handjob scene in Busty Riding Academy which some people might not count as XXX) while Ines and Angela have only done girl-girl. And Sharday and Bea Flora barely opened their legs.
Now Christy has done a lot of XXX the past year but there is something about her that just doesn’t bring the title “porn star” to mind. She’s more the girl-next-door who loves fucking on camera. So being a big-boobed SCORE or Voluptuous porn star like Daphne Rosen or April McKenzie didn’t have much of an impact on a girl’s popularity, at least in this contest. Deduce from these facts what you will, Watson. It’s been more than interesting, considering some of the SCORELAND member poll results.
I am collecting anecdotes, memories and personal accounts from Boob Cruisers (both models and passengers) from any of the five Cruises (1994, ’95, ’97, ’98 and 2000) for use in a future issue of SCORE. Did you sail on any of the Boob Cruises?
Fan photo shoots were kinda popular.
Your accounts can be as short or as long as you wish. Memories, situations, fun stories, adventures, something that created lasting friendships or changed a person’s life or personality…anything you think readers will enjoy.
If you attended any of the Cruises and are interested in telling your tale, whether a few sentences or a few paragraphs, please phone me at 305-662-5959 Ext 237 or email me directly at email@example.com and thanks!
Maybe Tiger wouldn't have strayed if his caddy looked like Bobbi. Then again, maybe he would've fucked his caddy.
Elliot and I were sitting around at lunch talking about Tiger Woods and how women are attracted to men with power, fame and intelligence while men couldn’t give a shit about any of those things. All they want is tits, ass and pussy. Obviously in Tiger’s case, even face isn’t so important because several of the women he fucked–oh, sorry, allegedly fucked–are baggers compared to his wife. One of them, this blonde skank who keeps appearing all over TV, had me thinking, “He risked his marriage to fuck that?”
Would Tiger Woods finally fuck a black woman if Kiki Carter was lining up a putt on the 18th green?
But for Tiger, it was all about getting laid. I’m guessing that blonde skank sucked his cock down to the knob until she gagged, was into facials (because Tiger couldn’t risk cumming in her pussy) and let him fuck her ass. You know, all the things that either 1.) His wife wouldn’t let him do because those are girlfriend things, not wife things; or 2.) Tiger didn’t want to do because she’s the mother of his children. No. 2 is Elliot’s take on the matter.
But I’m getting away from the point. There are female politicians (including some very high-profile ones) all over Washington who I wouldn’t fuck with your dick, and their power and fame do nothing to make them more attractive to me. But the male version of these women–and they’re all over D.C., too–gets all the pussy he wants. Why? Because women are attracted to power and intelligence. I mean, really, Salman Rushdie, the author, married supermodel Padma Lakshmi, the host of TV’s Top Chef, in what must be the biggest looks mismatch ever (although Maria thinks that honor goes to Anna-Nicole Smith and The Crypt Keeper).
Now, I’m not saying Tiger is a bad-looking guy, but let’s face it: If he wasn’t the best golfer in the world, he wouldn’t be bagging super-models and 14 party-ho skanks. I mean, I don’t see any guys lining up to fuck Lorena Ochoa.