coyote Chronicles : THE BREAST buff ( M/F mast, convict )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted woman looking for worshiper
Rewards given only to those who can worship properly.
There testament be a test
Only serious need apply, hollo ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my impuissance. I start drooling every time one of them gets their vast tits close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up side. The toss off side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up business. What is the worst that could happen ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the telephone. At to the lowest degree I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was discerning so I kept putting off making the shout. A couple of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to beak up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breast cleaning lady had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the Same advertisement appeared again with a different telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my rushing to get to the telephone set. Damn, no solution. At least the telephone number was working this meter. I just had to get out if this was for real.

A couple of 60 minutes and various unrequited attempt later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the phone numeral and instructed me to leave a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a simple machine ? Are you the machine with large tit ? I sat around for a while trying to determine if I should promise again and what I would say if the damn automobile answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the telephone act again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, howdy ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the theme. I think I might be the someone 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, `` hi, I do n't want to have a go at it your name. names are not important '', she said, `` The solely thing authoritative to me is how much you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love large boob ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL have to prove that to ME, '' the fair sex stated.

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

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

'' Jesus lady that 's a small 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 leave you a reward. But you have to prove 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 breasts or not ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' okeh lady OK, where and when ? ``

'' You know the observance lot by the aerodrome ? ``

'' Which one, the one on airport Road 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 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 induce ? ``

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

tempo back and forth in my bread and butter room to kill time and design out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting flighty about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm turned on, damn horny. My stopping point two girl did n't have a decorous 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 charwoman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to idolize her bosom. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And spoilt of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't care what she sees I wo n't even recognise 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 promise of a reward ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breast ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh sanctum bosom'. Well at to the lowest degree I get to look out some airplane landing place ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE merging


There were seven or eight cars in the screening lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female representative on the phone. I turned off my locomotive 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 left rearward bumper as apprize. For about ten minutes, I watched cable car draw out in and out and tried to peer into the other car to try to reckon out if the tumid breasted char was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this ardent moonless summer night. There was no light in the viewing arena ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing traffic and the landing lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the former side of my car. All I could see in the dark was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slump and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the Inner Light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night vision, 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 idolise. ``

'' Get into the back buns on the rider side and close the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Sami side of meat in the breast derriere and closed the threshold. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front stern, facing in my counsel. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most military position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my centre again. I could not see shit. Very cagy I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windows of my car, and picket for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her grimace was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the stain in my optic what I had come to see. She had pulled down her thermionic tube top to just below her expectant magnificent breasts and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her side at that clip. My merely interest was in those fantastic tits lying on the back of the face 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 uncoerced to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my hands. I could finger the weight of those monster titmouse in the decoration of my helping hand. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the incline of each breast toward her nipples. The cleaning lady did not respond. However, her nipple did. pap do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This cleaning woman 's nipples were about a one-half on an inch long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could take in them longer.

Lowering my mouthpiece to her left breast, I flicked her erect mammilla with the tip of my tongue. The adult female responded this time. She let out a mild moan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this clip her moan was just a refer longer and a lilliputian louder. With just two flicks of my clapper, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her rightfulness knocker. Being a breast lover has taught me that every woman has one bosom that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my mouth spacious and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my natural language around the nipple in pocket-size circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to impel to a greater extent tit into my mouth. It had the desire effect on her that I wanted. The cleaning lady moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to squeeze more of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent bosom I grew one netherworld of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the joy of playing with large titty. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the grueling and more uncomfortable my pecker became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the aroma. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac scent a man can smell out. My peter throbbed painfully in my pant. I figured the only way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one hand down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her tit had my putz leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right fourth dimension. I switched my tit sucking feat to her proper 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 pap with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER terzetto - THE REWARD

I felt the char 's hand at my genitalia tracing the schema of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the rump with her free hand and was trying to get out my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my bridge player, 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 articulatio talocruralis, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my shaft was freed and I scooted up to the sharpness of the plunk for seat, the adult female 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my cock. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in clock time to my tit suction. Her pollex rubbed across the question spreading my precum all over the vain capitulum of my shaft. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the header. She tickled the alkali of the drumhead with her nails, squeezed the shaft to acquire more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her see hand was driving me up a rampart. This char knew how to tease a guy's putz. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to squeeze the inside portion of her breasts forcing her nipple closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same prison term. This had the craved effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the behind back very gruelling, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with fiddling `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a death grip on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could own hurt my gumshoe 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 feel my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to send her over the sharpness. I love to make women have an orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, I slowed my suction and nibbling down to let her down gently. She on the former mitt did just the diametrical with her paw on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the irradiation of my dick. 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 taste of tit.

The sexual climax that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the stopping point upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every meter my prick pulsed out another burden of sperm, she would squeeze my spear very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new summit. My sperm squirted all over the rachis of the front seat. The cleaning lady just kept jacking my gumshoe until my ballock were completely drained and my organic structure was in a country of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to catch my breather. The woman released my rapidly softening shaft 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 bore to filch my head up to bet at the woman who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just dim me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hired hand caressing the hair on the cover of my capitulum through the open windowpane 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 duskiness was, `` anticipate me tomorrow. ``

THE END