brush wolf Chronicles : THE BREAST buff ( M/F mast, bunko game )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted fair sex looking for worshipers
Rewards given only to those who can hero-worship properly.
There will be a test
Only serious need apply, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted char are my impuissance. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge knocker close to me. What was there to misplace ? What was there to gain ? The trial with potential rewards was the up side. The refine side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some floozie trying to drum up byplay. What is the worst that could happen ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone set. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the Call. A duo of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to clean up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the turn was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two week later, the Saami advertisement appeared again with a dissimilar telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. hoot, no result. At least the number was working this time. I just had to get out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unanswered endeavor later the telephone set was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with great knocker ? I sat around for a piece trying to decide if I should forebode again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the person 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 want to know your name. Names are not important '', she said, `` The only thing important to me is how much you do like large breasts. ``

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

'' Well you WILL birth to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

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

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's theatrical role of the trial run. If you pass the tryout then I MIGHT render you a reward. But you have to prove to me that you worship my chest as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Jesus lady you drive a severe bargain,"I protested.

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

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

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

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

'' The former one, in about a hour. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an time of day ? ``

'' 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 deliver ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth in my bread and butter elbow room to drink down time and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting anxious about this coming together. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm hornlike, damn horny. My last-place two girlfriends did n't give birth a decent set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, tit lust.

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

What do I get out of all this, a wispy promise of a reward ? If I worship her bosom, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your human knee bowing and proclaiming 'Oh sanctum boob'. Well at to the lowest degree I get to watch some plane landing place ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE get together


There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the backrest of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female person voice on the phone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could hear to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the remaining rear bumper as instructed. For about ten hour, I watched motorcar pull in and out and tried to peer into the other auto to try to see out if the great breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this tender moonless summertime night. There was no elucidation in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing traffic and the set ashore lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the early incline of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a vacuum tube top and falling off and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my oculus. Totally ruining my Nox vision, all I could see was red stars.

The cleaning woman spoke first. She asked me why I was there. I responded with the phrasal idiom that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to hero-worship. ``

'' Get into the back rear end on the passenger incline and close the threshold. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Lapplander incline in the face can and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the battlefront seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the amphetamine most place. Then she blinded me with that shucks bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see turd. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windows of my car, and spotter for anybody approaching. In addition, at the like clock time because of the blinding torch, all I could have out of her look was a fuzz with red spots.

She instructed me to tilt forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the slur in my centre what I had come to see. She had pulled down her thermionic vacuum tube top to just below her large brilliant white meat and positioned one on each slope of the headrest post.

I did not induce a lot of interest in seeing her face at that time. My exclusively interest group was in those rattling mamilla lying on the back of the front tooshie begging to be kissed and fondled. She had told me that she did not want to be romanced. All she wanted was exactly what her advertizement had said. I was more than willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my custody. I could feel the free weight of those monster tits in the medal of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the position of each breast toward her nipples. The cleaning lady did not respond. However, her mammilla did. nipple do not lie. When a cleaning lady gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This woman 's teat 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 wee them longer.

letting down my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her tumid nipple with the tip of my clapper. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my knife on the tit of her right breast. She moaned again but this prison term her moan was just a touch tenacious and a little louder. With just two movie of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to have it off. Yep it is her right wing breast. Being a breast buff has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more medium than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my back talk panoptic and gently sucking in as very much of her boob as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my knife around the pap in small lot while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more than tit into my mouth. It had the in demand outcome on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to pressure more of her breast into my backtalk.

This erotic spot had an force on me also. While toying with her splendid breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long metre since I had the pleasure of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the to a greater extent she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The char started humping against the seat back with her breakwater. It was then that I got a whiff of the odour. That pungent odour that emanates from a cleaning woman's twat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can reek. My tool throbbed painfully in my drawers. I figured the solitary way that I could smack her rousing was if the charwoman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her knocker had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking campaign to her correct breast. Her response was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a in effect job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her mammilla with my lingua, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER threesome - THE REWARD

I felt the woman 's hand at my crotch tracing the scheme of my hardon through my jean. She had reached around the seat with her justify paw and was trying to draw my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my handwriting, I helped her. I unsnapped my blue jean, unzipped them, and with cracking 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 bum, the charwoman 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my hawkshaw in time to my tit suction. Her quarter round rubbed across the straits spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my cock. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the fundament of the oral sex with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more than precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a paries. This woman knew how to fluff a guy's prick. wellspring I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my pollex to tweet the inside dowry of her knocker forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the tit of both titmouse 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 breathing and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her stone off, she maintained a dying grip on my cock. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could possess 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 climax, I let her experience my teeth as I bit her teat just hard enough to send her over the bound. I love to take a crap women give an orgasm.

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

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my peter. The shaft was cunning, 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 effective that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the live upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my jibe very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new tiptop. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front hind end. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a Department of State of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my nous resting against the seat back and pant, trying to view my breath. The char released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the domed stadium visible light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth, as she exited. I was too wear to countermand my drumhead up to expect at the cleaning woman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that red cent flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the cover of my foreland through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The last affair I heard her say as her footstep crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the wickedness was, `` shout me tomorrow. ``

THE END