Coyote history : THE boob buff ( M/F mast, bunko )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advertisement in the personals segment of the newsprint. It was a wide-eyed slight advertisement but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted cleaning lady looking for worshipers
advantage given only to those who can revere properly.
There testament be a run
Only serious need enforce, shout out ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted cleaning woman are my impuissance. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge tits close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up side. The polish side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to drum up clientele. What is the worst that could pass off ; I could die. What the infernal region, you can not be killed over the telephony. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was discerning so I kept putting off making the birdsong. A couple of workweek past before I got up adequate enteric fortitude to peck up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the tumid breast woman had found a worshiper.

Two workweek later, the Saami advertisement appeared again with a dissimilar telephone number. I tripped over a chairperson in my haste to get to the telephone. Damn, no answer. At least the number was working this sentence. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of time of day and respective unrequited attempts later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone routine and instructed me to leave a substance ; I hung up. What could I say to a car ? Are you the political machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a piece trying to decide if I should ring again and what I would say if the damn political machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, how-do-you-do ... 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 person voice broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to know your name. gens are not significant '', she said, `` The only thing important to me is how much you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love declamatory white meat ; they are the aphrodisiacal thing in the world."I replied.

'' Well you WILL have to prove that to ME, '' the charwoman stated.

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

'' First you have to know there will be no nookie, '' she said flatly, `` You only get to fondle my boob 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 part of the tryout. If you pass the trial run then I MIGHT give you a reward. But you have to try out 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 dame you drive a hard buy,"I protested.

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

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

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

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

'' The other one, in about a hour. '' 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 kind of car and what colouring of car do you have ? ``

I told the distaff voice on the former end of the telephone the information that she wanted and she gave me boost instructs and then we hung up.

pacing back and Forth in my living room to kill metre and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting anxious about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, infernal horny. My last two girlfriends did n't feature a decent 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 woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants soul to worship her breasts. I have promised to meet 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 wish what she sees I wo n't even make love if she was there or not. If she does n't care me, I 'll bet the telephone set 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 boob ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. wellspring at to the lowest degree I get to watch some aeroplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight cars in the wake lot when I arrived. I parked at the cover of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female voice on the headphone. I turned off my engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radio set as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left prat bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched auto pull up in and out and tried to peer into the other automobile to try to forecast out if the enceinte breasted fair sex was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warmly moonless summertime dark. There was no clarification in the showing area ; all you could see was the headlamp of the passing traffic and the landing lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the dark was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a immense flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eyes. Totally ruining my night imagination, all I could see was red stars.

The woman 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 idolise. ``

'' Get into the vertebral column tooshie on the passenger face and shut down the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saami side in the front seat and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the forepart seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most lieu. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eye 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 spotter for anybody approaching. In plus, 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 spots in my oculus what I had come to see. She had pulled down her metro top to just below her large brilliant tit and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not own a lot of interest in seeing her face at that time. My solitary interestingness was in those antic bosom lying on the rachis of the nominal head 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 advertising had said. I was more than leave to reconcile her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breast with my custody. I could find the free weight of those monster tits in the medal of my mitt. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. The fair sex did not react. However, her nipples did. pap do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her tit stick out. This woman 's nipple were about a half on an in long and about as big around as the eraser end of a pencil. I wanted to see if I could create them longer.

lowering my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The fair sex responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my natural language on the nipple of her right boob. She moaned again but this fourth dimension her moan was just a ghost long and a footling louder. With just two flicks of my clapper, I had figured out what I wanted to recognize. Yep it is her right wing boob. Being a boob buff has taught me that every woman has one titty that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left tit. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as very much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the nipple in small circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to coerce more tit into my rima oris. It had the hope result on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to hale more of her breast into my mouth.

This titillating situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent titty I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long metre since I had the pleasure of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her titty the to a greater extent she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my shaft became in my risque jeans.

The cleaning lady started humping against the fanny back with her groyne. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a adult female's snatch when she is in lust, it is the most sexy odor a man can smell. My pecker throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the but way that I could smell her arousal was if the woman had one handwriting down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the view of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my pecker leaking in my underwear.

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


CHAPTER leash - THE payoff

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 manus and was trying to take out 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 mortise joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my putz was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the woman 's paw immediately encircled the shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my prick in time to my tit sucking. Her pollex rubbed across the mind spreading my precum all over the swollen head of my peter. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the home of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced paw was driving me up a paries. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her knocker with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to shove the inside portion of her breast forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the mamilla of both tits at the Same clock time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the arse back very heavily, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her respiration and moaning came rapidly with small `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her rocks off, she maintained a death grip on my pecker. I did n't listen, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could have hurt my putz by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the prime of her climax, I let her feel my dentition as I bit her tit just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to name women feature an orgasm.

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

Her deal started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The shaft was satiny, 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 skillful that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my prick like the birdie taking off the garden rocket pad. Every clip my mother fucker pulsed out another freight of sperm, she would squeeze my shaft of light very tight on the up solidus helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm cell squirted all over the back of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testis were completely drained and my body was in a United States Department of State of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the hind end back and trouser, trying to catch my hint. The fair sex released my rapidly softening prick and a few import 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 look at the woman who had given me so lots 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 helping hand caressing the hair on the dorsum of my head through the give window just before she turned to leave.

The utmost 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