Coyote Chronicles : THE BREAST lover ( M/F mast, yard bird )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted cleaning woman looking for worshiper
Rewards given only to those who can worship properly.
There will be a trial run
Only life-threatening need lend oneself, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every metre one of them gets their huge tits close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to profit ? The examination with possible rewards was the up side. The fine-tune side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some street girl trying to drum up business enterprise. What is the worst that could find ; 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 apprehensive so I kept putting off making the birdcall. A distich of weeks past before I got up enough enteral fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the telephone number was disconnected. wellspring I guess the large breasted charwoman had found a worshiper.

Two hebdomad later, the Saami advert appeared again with a different telephone set issue. I tripped over a chairman in my hurry to get to the phone. Damn, no solution. At to the lowest degree the numeral was working this meter. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unanswered attempts later the telephony was finally answered, by a motorcar. It verified the telephone set figure and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a automobile ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the damn motorcar answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The simple machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the newspaper. 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 voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't need to know your public figure. epithet are not important '', she said, `` The only thing crucial to me is how much you do like large white meat. ``

'' I love gravid breasts ; they are the sexy thing in the world."I replied.

'' Well you WILL stimulate to prove that to ME, '' the womanhood stated.

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

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

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's percentage of the mental test. If you pass the exam then I MIGHT give you a reward. But you have to test to me that you worship my breasts as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

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

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

'' OK ma'am okay, where and when ? ``

'' You know the watching lot by the airdrome ? ``

'' Which one, the one on aerodrome road or the other one ?"I asked.

'' The early one, in about a 60 minutes. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an hour ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I get it on 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 spokesperson on the other end of the telephone the info that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and forth in my living elbow room to kill metre and number out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting flighty about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm corneous, hoot horny. My last two girlfriends did n't suffer a properly set of bosom even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, tit lust.

So I have called a alien, a cleaning lady who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to worship her breasts. I have promised to gather her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her titty. And regretful of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't care what she sees I wo n't even know if she was there or not. If she does n't wish me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague hope of a reward ? If I worship her knocker, how do you idolize chest ? Get down on your knee bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. Well at to the lowest degree I get to watch some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE encounter


There were seven or eight cable car in the screening lot when I arrived. I parked at the vertebral column of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female person voice on the earphone. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could listen to the radio set as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left field rear bumper as instructed. For about ten proceedings, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the large breasted fair sex was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this tender moonless summer Nox. There was no illuminance in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlight of the overtaking traffic and the landing brightness on the aircraft and airport rails and cab lights.

Someone approached me from the other slope of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a cleaning woman wearing a thermionic valve top and slacks and carrying a Brobdingnagian flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my dark imaginativeness, all I could see was red stars.

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

'' Get into the backrest rear end on the rider face and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Sami side in the front backside and closed the door. The charwoman twisted around and knelt in the front bottom, facing in my counsel. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper berth most position. Then she blinded me with that shit bright ass flashlight in my heart again. I could not see shit. Very apt I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windowpane of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could create out of her grimace was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to list forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the spots in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her large magnificent white meat and positioned one on each position of the headrest post.

I did not possess a lot of interest in seeing her face at that time. My only stake was in those fantastic tits lying on the back of the front seat begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not require to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertisement had said. I was more than leave to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her vast chest with my helping hand. I could feel the weight unit of those demon teat in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each tit toward her nipples. The womanhood did not respond. However, her nipples did. tit do not lie. When a womanhood gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This cleaning lady '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 left white meat, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my natural language. The fair sex responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the pap of her decently breast. She moaned again but this time her groan was just a ghost foresighted and a small louder. With just two movie of my lingua, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her properly breast. Being a breast devotee has taught me that every charwoman has one boob that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less spiritualist left breast. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as much of her titty as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my spit around the pap in little circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to ram more tit into my oral fissure. It had the desired effect on her that I wanted. The adult female moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force to a greater extent of her breast into my mouth.

This titillating place had an upshot on me also. While toying with her magnificent white meat I grew one Inferno of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the joy of playing with declamatory breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the to a greater extent she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my hawkshaw became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her mole. It was then that I got a whiff of the olfactory perception. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most sexy smell a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one hired hand down her slacks, fingering her twat. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right meter. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right breast. Her reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a beneficial job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her nipple with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER triad - THE reinforcement

I felt the woman 's hand at my genital organ tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her spare deal and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hand, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with gravid trouble 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 woman 's deal immediately encircled the shaft of my gumshoe. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in sentence to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the straits spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the heading with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more precum, and massaged it over the brain again. Her experience hand was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. well I know how to bug tits.

I started sucking and licking her breast with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to squeeze the inside portion of her breasts forcing her nipples closer together so I could jerk the nipples of both tits at the Same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the hindquarters back very unvoiced, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her ventilation and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting literal close to getting her rock and roll off, she maintained a death clasp on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't cogitate that you could ingest hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the peak of her culmination, I let her sense my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to charge her over the edge. I love to micturate woman have an orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, I slowed my sucking and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the former bridge player did just the inverse with her helping hand on my dick.

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

The orgasm that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the arugula pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another encumbrance of sperm cell, she would constrict my shaft very tight on the up slash helping it and me reach new heights. My spermatozoan squirted all over the back of the movement behind. The woman just kept jacking my putz until my orchis were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my foreland resting against the seat back and pant, trying to see my hint. The woman released my rapidly softening son of a bitch and a few second later the covered stadium lighter in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to lift my head up to look at the charwoman who had given me so a good deal pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just dim me with that hoot flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her mitt caressing the hair on the back of my head through the unresolved window just before she turned to leave.

The last thing I heard her say as her pace crunched off into the distance in the crushed rock parking lot and the darkness was, `` ring me tomorrow. ``

THE END