Coyote Chronicles : THE boob 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 advertisement 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 worship properly.
There WILL be a mental testing
Only dangerous need practice, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted womanhood are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge tits close to me. What was there to suffer ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up side of meat. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some street girl trying to swot up business. What is the worst that could befall ; I could die. What the Scheol, 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 outcry. A couple of hebdomad past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the bit was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two workweek later, the same advertising appeared again with a dissimilar telephony number. I tripped over a professorship in my haste to get to the phone. shucks, no answer. At least the number was working this time. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and respective unanswered attempt later the phone was finally answered, by a car. It verified the telephone routine and instructed me to pull up stakes a subject matter ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large boob ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the damn car answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, howdy ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the composition. 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 interpreter broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to know your public figure. Names are not authoritative '', she said, `` The only thing important to me is how much you do like big breasts. ``

'' I love boastfully white meat ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL experience to prove that to ME, '' the adult female stated.

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

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

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

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's section of the test. If you pass the tryout then I MIGHT give you a wages. But you have to leaven to me that you worship my white meat as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Which one, the one on Airport road or the early one ?"I asked.

'' The other one, in about a minute. '' 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 form of car and what gloss of car do you bear ? ``

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

tempo back and forth in my sustenance room to kill meter and shape out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My survive two girl did n't suffer a decent set of boob even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those human relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a char who put an ad in the theme saying she wants person to revere her knocker. I have promised to fulfill her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And worst of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even cognize if she was there or not. If she does n't care me, I 'll bet the phone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a wispy promise of a reward ? If I worship her breast, how do you idolize knocker ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy place breasts'. Well at to the lowest degree I get to take in some airplane landings ; 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 back of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female vocalisation on the telephone set. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could take heed to the wireless as I waited. I got out and walked around to the dorsum of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as instructed. For about ten instant, I watched automobile pull out in and out and tried to peer into the former automobile to try to image out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this quick moonless summer night. There was no elucidation in the viewing orbit ; all you could see was the headlamp of the passing dealings and the landing igniter on the aircraft and airport rail and hack lights.

Someone approached me from the other position of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a metro top and quagmire and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the lightsome directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night vision, all I could see was red stars.

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

'' Get into the game seat on the passenger English and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saame position in the social movement hind end and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the battlefront seat, facing in my focusing. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper berth most lieu. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see shit. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the rear and side windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In gain, at the same prison term because of the blinding flashlight, all I could progress to out of her human face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to lean 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 system top to just below her large magnificent chest and positioned one on each side of meat of the headrest post.

I did not birth a lot of pursuit in seeing her face at that time. My solely stake was in those tremendous tits lying on the back of the strawman seat 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 advertisement had said. I was more than uncoerced to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my deal. I could feel the weighting of those monster tits in the medallion of my handwriting. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The char did not respond. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her tit stick out. This woman 's nipples were about a one-half on an in long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could defecate them longer.

letting down my mouth to her remaining breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The cleaning lady responded this time. She let out a soft groan. I flicked my tongue on the mammilla of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch longer and a petty louder. With just two flicks of my natural language, I had figured out what I wanted to have it away. Yep it is her right breast. Being a breast lover has taught me that every char has one chest that is more sensitive than the former one.

Therefore, I started on her less spiritualist left boob. Opening my lip wide and gently sucking in as much of her bosom as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my lingua around the nipple in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to coerce Thomas More tit into my sassing. It had the coveted burden on her that I wanted. The adult female moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my mouthpiece.

This titillating spot had an event on me also. While toying with her magnificent bosom I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very farseeing time since I had the pleasure of playing with large titty. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my tool became in my blueing jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her seawall. It was then that I got a puff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's slit when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac olfactory sensation a man can smell. My peter throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could smell her foreplay was if the woman had one hand down her slump, fingering her kitty. Just the thinking of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my putz leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right chest. 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 nipple with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER three - THE payoff

I felt the woman 's manus at my privates tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her free people hand and was trying to pull in my zipper down. Releasing her knocker with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jean, unzipped them, and with great trouble pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my tool was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back fanny, the woman 's mitt immediately encircled the shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my pecker in time to my tit suction. Her ovolo rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen caput of my hawkshaw. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the nous with her nails, squeezed the dick to grow Thomas More precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her live hand was driving me up a rampart. This cleaning lady knew how to badger a guy's shaft. Well I know how to fluff tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally forsaking. Using my thumb to squeeze the inside dowry of her breasts forcing her tit closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the Lapp clock time. This had the desired consequence ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the can back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with picayune `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting genuine close to getting her rock-and-roll off, she maintained a death grip on my dick. I did n't bear in mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could have hurt my tool by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the bloom of her flood tide, I let her sense my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the sharpness. I love to make women take an orgasm.

As her sexual climax subsided, I slowed my sucking and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the other hired man did just the opponent with her hired hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft 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 taste of tit.

The coming that she gave was one of the good that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the finis upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my shaft like the bird taking off the Eruca sativa pad. Every clip my prick pulsed out another loading of sperm, she would extort my shaft very tight on the up stroking helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The adult female just kept jacking my cock 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 psyche resting against the seat back and pant, trying to catch my breathing place. The adult female released my rapidly softening prick and a few present moment later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too outwear to lift my head up to search at the woman who had given me so practically joy. 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 mitt caressing the hair on the back of my top dog through the surface window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END