Coyote Chronicles : THE bosom lover ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals section of the newspaper. It was a simple little advertizing but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for worshipper
wages given only to those who can revere properly.
There WILL be a test
Only serious need utilize, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted adult female are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge pap close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible reinforcement was the up incline. The bolt down side was it is more than likely a blind, some hooker trying to get up up business. What is the unsound that could pass off ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was worried so I kept putting off making the song. A couplet of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to piece up the phone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. wellspring I guess the expectant breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two workweek later, the like advertising appeared again with a unlike telephone issue. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone set. shucks, no response. At least the number was working this fourth dimension. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and various unreciprocated endeavour later the telephone was finally answered, by a auto. It verified the telephone figure and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large chest ? I sat around for a spell trying to decide if I should address again and what I would say if the damn automobile answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone set number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hullo ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the mortal you are looking for. Ah, I 'm not into B & D or S & M so if you are looking for a 'slave'then I am afraid that 's not me. ``

A female vocalization broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to cognise your epithet. name calling are not important '', she said, `` The only when thing crucial to me is how a good deal you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love large breasts ; they are the aphrodisiac thing in the world."I replied.

'' well you WILL have to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

'' Where and when ? '' Was my tricky response.

'' low gear you have to know there will be no nookie, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to caress my boob as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' Jesus lady that 's a little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the examination. If you pass the test then I MIGHT establish you a reward. But you have to prove to me that you worship my boob as they should be worshiped."She paused.

"Now, are you going to be the one to hero-worship my breasts or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus Lady you drive a hard steal,"I protested.

'' Yes or no. I have other callers. ``

'' okey lady okay, where and when ? ``

'' You know the observation lot by the airport ? ``

'' Which one, the one on Airport route or the other one ?"I asked.

'' The early one, in about a hour. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an hour ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I know if you 're there ? ``

'' You wo n't unless I want you to. What kind of car and what color of car do you have ? ``

I told the female vocalism on the former end of the telephone set the information that she wanted and she gave me foster instructs and then we hung up.

tempo back and Forth in my living room to kill metre and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting neural about this encounter. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm corneous, tinker's damn horny. My net two girlfriends did n't cause a in good order set of teat even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those kinship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to idolise her titty. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her bosom. And risky of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even live if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a advantage ? If I worship her chest, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy knocker'. wellspring at least I get to watch some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE merging


There were seven or eight elevator car in the showing lot when I arrived. I parked at the spine of the lot, my car facing away from the aerodrome as instructed by the female voice on the earpiece. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could listen to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the bequeath rise bumper as teach. For about ten minutes, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this affectionate moonless summer dark. There was no clarification in the viewing region ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing dealings and the set down igniter on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a fair sex wearing a tube top and slack and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night visual modality, all I could see was red stars.

The adult female spoke first. She asked me why I was there. I responded with the phrase that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to worship. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the rider side and fold the room access. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same slope in the front behind and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front tail, facing in my instruction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most view. Then she blinded me with that hoot bright ass flashlight in my eye again. I could not see turd. Very cagy I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and incline Windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In increase, at the same meter because of the blinding torch, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to angle forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spots in my center what I had come to see. She had pulled down her subway top to just below her large magnificent breasts and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not experience a lot of interest group in seeing her facial expression at that time. My simply interest was in those fantastic tit lying on the back of the strawman seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not desire to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertising had said. I was more than willing to lodge her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge chest with my hands. I could feel the weightiness of those colossus tits in the medal of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the position of each bosom toward her nipples. The char did not respond. However, her teat did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This woman 's nipples were about a half on an inch long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could make them longer.

letting down my mouth to her go forth breast, I flicked her erect pap with the tip of my tongue. The adult female responded this sentence. She let out a gentle groan. I flicked my glossa on the teat of her right knocker. She moaned again but this clip her groan was just a touch recollective and a little louder. With just two flick of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to cognize. Yep it is her right knocker. Being a breast lover has taught me that every cleaning woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less tender left breast. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as often of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the nipple in pocket-sized forget me drug while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to thrust more tit into my oral fissure. It had the desired effect on her that I wanted. The fair sex moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to hale to a greater extent of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long fourth dimension since I had the pleasure of playing with large titty. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the Sir Thomas More she moaned and the heavy and more uncomfortable my tool became in my puritanic jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the aroma. That pungent smell that emanates from a womanhood's pussy when she is in lustfulness, it is the most sexy odor a man can sense. My pecker throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the but way that I could smell her arousal was if the fair sex had one mitt down her slack, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my prick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right-hand clip. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right-hand breast. Her response was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a thoroughly job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her mamilla with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the fundament harder.


CHAPTER III - THE REWARD

I felt the fair sex 's hand at my private parts tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the rear with her exempt hand and was trying to deplumate my zipper down. Releasing her white meat with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my blue jean, unzipped them, and with great difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my mortise joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the cleaning woman 's hand immediately encircled the calamus of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my hawkshaw in clock time to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the tumefy chief of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the ray to bring on More precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experience mitt was driving me up a paries. This fair sex knew how to fluff a guy's dick. Well I know how to razz tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumb to squeeze the inside portion of her white meat forcing her pap closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the fundament back very arduous, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her external respiration and moaning came rapidly with slight `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting genuine close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a destruction grip on my dick. I did n't heed, it did not hurt, and I do n't guess that you could have hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so upstanding. Just as she was getting to the point of her climax, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her pap just hard enough to send her over the boundary. I love to make charwoman have an orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, I slowed my suck and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the other helping hand did just the opposite with her hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The shaft was silky, well lubricated by the gallons of precum she had already coaxed out of me. Now I was the one moaning with a mouthful of tit.

The orgasm that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my tool exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my shaft like the shuttle taking off the projectile pad. Every meter my son of a bitch pulsed out another load of sperm cell, she would nip my shaft very tight on the up diagonal helping it and me reach new acme. My spermatozoan squirted all over the vertebral column of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my putz until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost entire collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the ass back and pant, trying to catch my breath. The womanhood released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the covered stadium light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to nobble my head up to expect at the woman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that hoot flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the back of my brain through the open window just before she turned to leave.

The final thing I heard her say as her step crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the darkness was, `` shout out me tomorrow. ``

THE END