prairie wolf history : THE BREAST LOVER ( M/F mast, inmate )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted woman looking for worshipers
wages given only to those who can worship properly.
There will be a examination
Only grievous need practice, address ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted fair sex are my failing. I start drooling every meter one of them gets their huge pap close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The mental test with possible advantage was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some slattern trying to drum up business. What is the spoilt that could happen ; 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 discerning so I kept putting off making the outcry. A couple of weeks past before I got up enough enteral fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my shillyshally ; the act was disconnected. well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone turn. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. Damn, no reply. At least the issue was working this time. I just had to get hold out if this was for real.

A duad of hours and several unrequited endeavor later the phone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephony routine and instructed me to leave a content ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the motorcar with declamatory breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the red cent machine answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the telephone set number again.

The auto answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the soul 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 distaff voice broke in, `` hello, I do n't want to know your name. Names are not significant '', she said, `` The but matter crucial to me is how much you do like great breasts. ``

'' I love large breasts ; they are the sexy affair in the world."I replied.

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

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

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

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a wages. 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 worship my breasts or not ? '' she asked.

'' the Nazarene madam you drive a hard buy,"I protested.

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

'' okay noblewoman okay, where and when ? ``

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

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

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

'' 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 coloration of car do you accept ? ``

I told the female part on the other end of the telephone the information that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

Pacing back and Forth in my living room to kill time and figure out what the hell on earth I was getting myself into. I was getting anxious about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoiac. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My conclusion two girlfriends did n't have a decent set of breast even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a unknown, a charwoman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants mortal to hero-worship her breast. I have promised to touch her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And worst of all, she gets to suss out me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even sleep together 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 reward ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your articulatio genus bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy place boob'. Well at least I get to watch some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the cover of the lot, my car facing away from the drome as instructed by the female voice on the earpiece. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could listen to the tuner as I waited. I got out and walked around to the rear of the car to sit on the bequeath behind bumper as teach. For about ten min, 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 warm moonless summertime night. There was no illumination in the viewing sphere ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing traffic and the landing place Inner Light on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

person approached me from the early side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a thermionic tube top and slack water and carrying a immense flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night sight, all I could see was red stars.

The woman 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 rearwards seat on the passenger side and close up the room access. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same position in the front stern and closed the room access. The woman twisted around and knelt in the strawman seat, facing in my charge. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most locating. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my middle again. I could not see hoot. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the book binding and slope windowpane of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Lapp time because of the blinding torch, all I could make out of her face was a fuzz with red spots.

She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the berth in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her heavy magnificent breasts and positioned one on each position of the head restraint post.

I did not take in a lot of stake in seeing her look at that time. My only interest group was in those wild boob lying on the back of the front 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 advertisement had said. I was more than unforced to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge knocker with my hired hand. I could feel the system of weights of those monster tits in the palms of my hired man. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each knocker toward her nipples. The woman did not answer. However, her nipple did. Nipples do not lie. When a fair sex gets stimulated, her mamilla stick out. This woman 's nipples were about a half on an column inch long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could make them longer.

lowering my back talk to her left field knocker, I flicked her upright mammilla with the tip of my natural language. The char responded this clip. She let out a flaccid moan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her properly boob. She moaned again but this clip her moan was just a touch longer and a little louder. With just two film of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right chest. Being a white meat lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more spiritualist than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sore left breast. Opening my mouth all-encompassing and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the teat in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force Sir Thomas More tit into my mouth. It had the craved effect on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my mouth.

This titillating situation had an outcome on me also. While toying with her splendid breasts I grew one blaze of a hardon. It had been a very foresighted time since I had the joy of playing with boastfully breasts. The more I sucked and licked her chest the more she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my peter became in my blue air jeans.

The woman started humping against the ass back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the olfactory sensation. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's slit when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my knickers. I figured the solely way that I could smack her foreplay was if the woman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her kitty-cat. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my dick leaking in my underwear.

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


CHAPTER trine - THE wages

I felt the woman 's hand at my crotch tracing the schema of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her free hand and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my bridge player, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with expectant difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my putz was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the support can, the charwoman 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my putz. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my hawkshaw in metre to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the egotistic head of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head word. She tickled the theme of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce More precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experience hand was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's putz. Well I know how to razz tits.

I started sucking and licking her pap with totally defection. Using my quarter round to mash the inside fortune of her breast forcing her nipples closer together so I could leaf the tit of both tits at the Same clip. This had the desire effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very heavy, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with niggling `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting genuine close to getting her rock candy off, she maintained a death grip on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't reckon that you could have hurt my shaft by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so unanimous. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her palpate my dentition as I bit her mammilla just hard enough to commit her over the border. I love to make women have an orgasm.

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

Her hired hand started sliding rapidly up and down the scape of my dick. The shaft was slick, well lubricated by the congius 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 substantially that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my pecker like the shuttle taking off the roquette pad. Every prison term my prick pulsed out another load of sperm cell, she would compress my shaft very tight on the up CVA helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the breast seat. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the buttocks back and gasp, trying to catch my hint. The woman released my rapidly softening motherfucker and a few moments later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to lift my head up to face 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 damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair's-breadth on the back of my capitulum through the undecided window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END