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


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals surgical incision of the newspaper publisher. It was a simple picayune advertizing but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted charwoman looking for worshipers
Rewards given only to those who can worship properly.
There testament be a test
Only serious need go for, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every clip one of them gets their huge tits close to me. What was there to drop off ? What was there to realise ? The test with possible rewards was the up face. The Down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up clientele. 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 apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call option. A couple of weeks past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pick up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. fountainhead I guess the prominent breasted cleaning lady had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different phone numeral. I tripped over a chair in my hastiness to get to the telephone. Damn, no solution. At least the number was working this time. I just had to find out out if this was for real.

A couple of hour and respective unanswered attempts later the telephony was finally answered, by a automobile. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to give a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a simple machine ? Are you the auto with orotund breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the damn simple machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone turn 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 need to have sex your name. Names are not important '', she said, `` The only matter important to me is how much you do like large knocker. ``

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

'' Well you WILL have to essay that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

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

'' Deliverer lady that 's a short 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 reward. But you have to establish to me that you worship my knocker as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Redeemer lady you drive a laborious bargain,"I protested.

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

'' Okay Lady O.K., where and when ? ``

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

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

'' The other one, in about a 60 minutes. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an time of day ? ``

'' Yes I can ... but how will I get laid if you 're there ? ``

'' You wo n't unless I want you to. What form of car and what color of car do you hold ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth River in my animation way to kill fourth dimension and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this merging. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm steamy, damn horny. My terminal two girlfriends did n't have a right set of tit 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 cleaning lady who put an ad in the report saying she wants someone to worship her bosom. I have promised to contact 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 care what she sees I wo n't even know if she was there or not. If she does n't wish me, I 'll bet the telephone set gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a dim promise of a wages ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship breasts ? Get down on your knee joint bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breast'. Well at least I get to learn some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars in the showing lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female voice on the phone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could heed to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the rear of the car to sit on the left wing rear bumper as apprize. For about ten minutes, I watched railway car pull in and out and tried to peer into the former cars to try to figure out if the large breasted adult female was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Night. There was no illumination in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlights of the qualifying dealings and the landing luminousness on the aircraft and airport rail and taxicab lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a cleaning lady wearing a tube top and drop-off and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the alight directly in my optic. 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 set phrase that I had been instructed me to say, `` I 'm here to worship. ``

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

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saame position in the front tail end and closed the door. The char twisted around and knelt in the social movement seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see shit. Very ingenious I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side window of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the like time because of the blinding torch, all I could make out of her look was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to slant forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the slur in my center what I had come to see. She had pulled down her pipe top to just below her large magnificent chest and positioned one on each slope of the head restraint post.

I did not induce a lot of interest in seeing her face at that clock time. My only interest group was in those wondrous boob lying on the back of the front behind 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 immense breasts with my hands. I could feel the weight of those monster tits in the medallion of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The woman did not respond. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This charwoman '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 defecate them longer.

lowering my mouthpiece to her left hand breast, I flicked her tumid tit with the tip of my spit. The adult female responded this time. She let out a sonant moan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this meter her groan was just a touch farsighted and a little louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her flop titty. Being a knocker devotee has taught me that every womanhood has one tit that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left breast. Opening my sassing wide and gently sucking in as a lot of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my spit around the tit in low set while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force to a greater extent tit into my mouth. It had the desired burden 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 erotic berth had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent knocker I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very retentive clip since I had the delight of playing with great titty. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the grueling and more uncomfortable my dick became in my low-spirited jeans.

The fair sex started humping against the behind back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the olfactory property. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My prick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the alone way that I could smell her arousal was if the char had one hand down her morass, fingering her pussy. Just the thought process of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my prick leaking in my underwear.

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


CHAPTER three - THE payoff

I felt the woman 's hired man at my fork tracing the schema of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the rump with her free hand and was trying to deplumate my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my work force, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with smashing difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the border of the back hind end, the woman 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my hawkshaw. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in time to my tit suck. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the tumesce head of my tool. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the stem of the head with her nails, squeezed the calamus to produce more than precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a rampart. This woman knew how to fluff a guy's dick. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my pollex to squeeze the inside portion of her chest forcing her nipples closer together so I could snap the teat of both nipple at the same time. This had the desired outcome ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the tail end back very intemperately, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her ventilation and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting genuine close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a death clasp on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't cerebrate that you could deliver hurt my gumshoe by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so firm. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her find my teeth as I bit her mammilla just hard enough to commit her over the edge. I love to make fair sex 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 opposite with her hired hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the beam of my dick. The tool was sleek down, 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 best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my gumshoe like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every fourth dimension my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up slash helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my body was in a state of almost amount collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to fascinate my breathing space. The adult female released my rapidly softening prick and a few consequence later the dome light source in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too wear to raise my head up to look at the adult female who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that hoot flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her mitt caressing the whisker on the back of my head through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The last thing I heard her say as her footfall crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the shadow was, `` hollo me tomorrow. ``

THE END