Coyote history : THE BREAST fan ( M/F mast, convict )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted woman looking for worshiper
reinforcement given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only life-threatening need apply, anticipate ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted fair sex are my weakness. I start drooling every sentence one of them gets their Brobdingnagian knocker close to me. What was there to fall behind ? What was there to get ahead ? The test with possible reward was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some floozie trying to drum up occupation. What is the worst that could hap ; I could die. What the hell, you can not be killed over the phone. At least I never heard of that happening over the telephone.

I was apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call. A couple of calendar week past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to pluck up the telephone set. I always pay for my procrastination ; the routine was disconnected. Well I guess the big breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the Saami advertising appeared again with a different telephony turn. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. tinker's damn, 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 several unanswered attempts later the telephone set was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the phone telephone number and instructed me to leave a subject matter ; I hung up. What could I say to a auto ? Are you the machine with enceinte chest ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should anticipate again and what I would say if the damn motorcar answered. My hotness won out and I dialed the telephone figure again.

The motorcar answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the somebody 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 vocalisation broke in, `` Hello, I do n't want to have a go at it your epithet. figure are not important '', she said, `` The solely thing important to me is how much you do like boastfully knocker. ``

'' I love tumid breasts ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

'' well you WILL experience to demonstrate that to ME, '' the adult female 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 fondle my breasts as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' Jesus lady that 's a lilliputian one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's part of the test. If you pass the trial then I MIGHT give you a payoff. But you have to prove to me that you worship my tit as they should be worshiped."She paused.

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

'' Jesus gentlewoman you drive a hard buy,"I protested.

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

'' okay dame okay, where and when ? ``

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

'' Which one, the one on airdrome 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 eff if you 're there ? ``

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

I told the female voice on the other 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 bread and butter room to kill metre and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm ruttish, darn horny. My last two lady friend did n't possess a decent set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those family relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a stranger, a woman who put an ad in the composition saying she wants person to worship her breasts. I have promised to cope with her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And high-risk of all, she gets to break 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 like me, I 'll bet the telephone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a undefined promise of a reward ? If I worship her tit, how do you revere breasts ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh sanctum knocker'. wellspring at to the lowest degree I get to watch some aeroplane landing ; 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 vertebral column of the lot, my car facing away from the airdrome as instructed by the distaff voice on the telephone. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could heed to the radiocommunication as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the depart rear bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched cars deplumate in and out and tried to peer into the former car to try to figure out if the gravid breasted fair sex was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no illumination in the reckon field ; all you could see was the headlights of the passing traffic and the set ashore brightness level on the aircraft and airport track and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other English of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a immense torch. She walked up to me and shined the illume directly in my heart. Totally ruining my Nox imagination, all I could see was red stars.

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

'' Get into the back rear end on the rider incline and fold the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the like side in the front seat and closed the doorway. The cleaning lady twisted around and knelt in the face seat, facing in my steering. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that tinker's dam 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 back and face windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In add-on, at the Sami time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make 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 touch in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her large magnificent breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of pursuit in seeing her face at that time. My only interest group was in those grotesque tits lying on the vertebral column of the social movement 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 volition to suit her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge chest with my hands. I could feel the weight of those monster tits in the palm of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the sides of each chest toward her nipple. The woman did not react. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This womanhood 's teat 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 make them longer.

letting down my oral cavity to her left over 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 knife on the mamilla of her compensate breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a contact foresighted and a little louder. With just two pic of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to bonk. Yep it is her redress boob. Being a breast fan has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensible left breast. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as very much of her titty as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the mamilla in small band while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to coerce more tit into my mouth. It had the desired effect on her that I wanted. The char moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her knocker into my mouthpiece.

This erotic situation had an outcome on me also. While toying with her magnificent white meat I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the delight of playing with large titty. The more I sucked and licked her tit the more she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the nates back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the olfactory property. That pungent olfactory sensation that emanates from a woman's twat when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiacal odor a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could sense her foreplay was if the woman had one script down her quagmire, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her breast had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the rightfulness clock time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her good knocker. Her chemical reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a skillful 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 ternary - THE advantage

I felt the cleaning lady 's manus at my genital organ tracing the scheme of my hardon through my denim. She had reached around the hindquarters with her unblock deal and was trying to pluck my zipper down. Releasing her bosom with my script, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, 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 dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the back seat, the cleaning lady 's hand immediately encircled the rotating shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in meter to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen oral sex of my gumshoe. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the nous. She tickled the understructure of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to make more precum, and massaged it over the principal again. Her have bridge player was driving me up a paries. This woman knew how to tease a guy's dick. wellspring I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my pollex to contract the inside portion of her breasts forcing her pap closer together so I could click the nipples of both tit at the same prison term. This had the desire effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the rump back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real number close to getting her rock and roll off, she maintained a destruction travelling bag on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't think that you could accept hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so upstanding. Just as she was getting to the peak of her flood tide, I let her find my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to beam her over the edge. I love to make char have an orgasm.

As her climax 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 hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my pecker. The slam 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 orgasm that she gave was one of the good that I have ever had. She squeezed my hawkshaw exceptionally hard on the cobbler's last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my hawkshaw like the bird taking off the rocket engine pad. Every time my bastard pulsed out another shipment of sperm, she would tweet my shaft very tight on the up CVA helping it and me reach new heights. My spermatozoan squirted all over the back of the battlefront rump. The adult female just kept jacking my peter 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 seat back and pant, trying to catch my intimation. The adult female released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome igniter in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too tired to come up my head up to see at the woman who had given me so much pleasance. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that shucks flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hairsbreadth on the binding of my forefront through the open window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END