coyote history : THE bosom LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals department of the newsprint. It was a simple little advertizing but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

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

Large breasted women are my failing. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge mammilla close to me. What was there to fall back ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up side. The shoot down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some street girl trying to drum up commercial enterprise. What is the worst that could befall ; 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 worried so I kept putting off making the birdcall. A duad of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to blame up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the phone number was disconnected. fountainhead I guess the large breast fair sex had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertizement appeared again with a unlike telephone set turn. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. damn, no answer. At to the lowest degree the number was working this time. I just had to notice out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unreciprocated attack later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone set number and instructed me to will a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the automobile with large breasts ? I sat around for a piece trying to determine if I should call 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, `` hi, I do n't want to lie with your name. Names are not important '', she said, `` The sole thing important to me is how a good deal you do like large white meat. ``

'' I love enceinte breasts ; they are the sexiest affair in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL have to evidence that to ME, '' the adult female stated.

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

'' First you have to get laid 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 little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's theatrical role of the psychometric test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a reward. But you have to try out 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 tit or not ? '' she asked.

'' Savior gentlewoman you drive a strong bargain,"I protested.

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

'' okeh gentlewoman O.K., where and when ? ``

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

'' Which one, the one on airport Road or the early one ?"I asked.

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

'' 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 colouration of car do you take in ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth River in my living room to kill prison term and design out what the blaze I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this encounter. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My live two girlfriends did n't have a decent set of mamilla even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to idolise her tit. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her boob. And speculative of all, she gets to determine me out and if she does n't wish what she sees I wo n't even have it off 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 hope of a reward ? If I worship her tit, how do you hero-worship chest ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy bosom'. well at least I get to see some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE encounter


There were seven or eight railcar in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the rear of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the female phonation on the earphone. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could hear to the radio set as I waited. I got out and walked around to the cover of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as apprize. For about ten minutes, I watched cars attract in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to picture out if the large breasted cleaning lady was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Nox. There was no light in the consider expanse ; all you could see was the headlight of the passing game traffic and the set ashore lights on the aircraft and airport runway and hack lights.

Someone approached me from the former side of my car. All I could see in the wickedness was that it was a woman wearing a tubing top and slacks and carrying a vast flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the weak directly in my heart. 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 worship. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger side and conclude the doorway. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same English in the battlefront butt and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass torch in my heart again. I could not see shit. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In summation, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could earn out of her 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 eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her large brilliant breast and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her facial expression at that time. My only interest was in those fantastic tits lying on the back of the front tail end 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 willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge titty with my helping hand. I could feel the weighting of those monster tits in the medal of my deal. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each titty toward her mamilla. The woman did not reply. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipple stick out. This woman '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 take a crap them longer.

Lowering my mouth to her result breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my lingua. The woman responded this clip. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the mamilla of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a advert longer and a little louder. With just two moving-picture show of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to make out. Yep it is her right breast. Being a boob fan has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left boob. Opening my mouth wide-eyed and gently sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the mammilla in small roach while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force Thomas More tit into my mouth. It had the hope essence on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force to a greater extent of her breast into my back talk.

This titillating office had an effect on me also. While toying with her glorious boob I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasance of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the Thomas More she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue sky jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent aroma that emanates from a woman's twat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiacal odor a man can smell. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the solitary 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 boob had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right hand time. I switched my tit sucking exertion to her aright bosom. 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 mammilla with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE REWARD

I felt the woman 's bridge player at my crotch tracing the lineation of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the arse with her exempt hand and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, 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 peter was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the indorse seat, the char 's hand immediately encircled the dig of my putz. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in clip to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my putz. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the capitulum. She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to bring out more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced deal was driving me up a wall. This char knew how to rally a guy's dick. fountainhead I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to pinch the deep down portion of her bosom forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same sentence. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her ventilation and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real number close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a death handle on my peter. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't remember that you could suffer hurt my putz by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solidness. Just as she was getting to the tiptop of her climax, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her mammilla just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to make women have 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 reverse with her mitt on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of light of my dick. The putz was slick, 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 coming that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my cock exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my peter like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every time my motherfucker pulsed out another onus of sperm, she would constrict my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front stern. 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 tooshie back and pant, trying to enamor my hint. The woman released my rapidly softening tool and a few moments later the dome ignitor in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too sap to lift my head up to look 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 deal caressing the haircloth on the back of my point through the afford window just before she turned to leave.

The last matter I heard her say as her footsteps crunched off into the aloofness in the gravel parking lot and the darkness was, `` anticipate me tomorrow. ``

THE END