Coyote Chronicles : THE BREAST fan ( M/F mast, sting )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an ad in the personals subdivision of the newsprint. It was a bare small advertizing but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for believer
wages given only to those who can worship properly.
There will be a test
Only dangerous need apply, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their huge tits close to me. What was there to drop off ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up slope. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some streetwalker trying to drum up clientele. What is the mop up that could materialize ; 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 apprehensive so I kept putting off making the call. A couple of week past before I got up plenty enteral fortitude to find fault up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large summit cleaning woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the Saami advertising appeared again with a different telephone number. 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 minute and several unanswered attempts later the telephony was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to leave alone a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with declamatory breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to make up one's mind if I should bid again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone phone number again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hello ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the mortal 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 desire to know your public figure. public figure are not significant '', she said, `` The lonesome affair important to me is how often you do like boastfully breasts. ``

'' I love prominent boob ; they are the sexiest matter in the world."I replied.

'' fountainhead you WILL have to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

'' starting time you have to know there will be no fuck, '' 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 little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's theatrical role of the test. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a payoff. But you have to prove 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 titty or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus Christ Lady you drive a intemperately bargain,"I protested.

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

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

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

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

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

'' 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 coloration of car do you have ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth River in my keep room to pop clock time and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting flighty about this merging. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm hornlike, damn horny. My last two girlfriends did n't experience a adequate set of mammilla 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 report saying she wants person to worship her breasts. I have promised to take on her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her white meat. And big of all, she gets to check me out and if she does n't like 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 obscure promise of a advantage ? If I worship her breasts, how do you hero-worship tit ? Get down on your genu bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy tit'. wellspring at least I get to determine some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight automobile in the wake lot when I arrived. I parked at the binding of the lot, my car facing away from the airport as instructed by the female person voice on the telephone set. I turned off my locomotive engine but left the key on so I could take heed to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left wing rear end bumper as instruct. For about ten instant, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other railcar to try to figure out if the large breasted woman was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Nox. There was no illumination in the showing sphere ; all you could see was the headlamp of the release traffic and the landing lights on the aircraft and airport rails and taxi lights.

Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a womanhood wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my optic. Totally ruining my Nox vision, all I could see was red stars.

The char 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 hinder seat on the passenger side and close the doorway. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same position in the front seat and closed the door. The char twisted around and knelt in the forepart seat, facing in my centering. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the speed most stead. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see crap. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and position windowpane of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Same time because of the blinding torch, all I could make out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to tilt 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 magnificent chest and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not let a lot of interest in seeing her fount at that time. My but interest was in those howling tits lying on the back of the look bottom 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 advertizing had said. I was more than leave to reconcile her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her vast breasts with my script. I could feel the weight of those monster boob in the ribbon of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the side of meat of each knocker toward her teat. The woman did not respond. However, her nipples did. tit do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her pap stick out. This cleaning 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 make them longer.

lowering my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her put up nipple with the tip of my clapper. The cleaning woman responded this meter. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her proper boob. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a bear upon yearner and a piddling louder. With just two picture of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to do it. Yep it is her rightfulness tit. Being a breast lover has taught me that every char has one white meat that is more sensitive than the former one.

Therefore, I started on her less spiritualist left breast. Opening my mouth extensive and gently sucking in as lots of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my glossa around the nipple in small Mexican valium while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to wedge more than tit into my mouthpiece. It had the in demand burden on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force Sir Thomas More of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an core on me also. While toying with her glorious breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of playing with large tit. The more I sucked and licked her chest the to a greater extent she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my gloomy jeans.

The cleaning woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a puff of the odor. That pungent olfactory sensation that emanates from a cleaning woman's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My pecker throbbed painfully in my trouser. I figured the only way that I could smack her rousing was if the womanhood had one hired hand down her quagmire, fingering her slit. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my pecker leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right sentence. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right knocker. Her reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a secure job. As I alternated between sucking hard and then gently but firmly flicking her teat with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE advantage

I felt the womanhood 's hand at my genitalia tracing the scheme of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the fanny with her disembarrass hand and was trying to pluck my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my denim, unzipped them, and with great difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankle, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my putz was freed and I scooted up to the sharpness of the back ass, the cleaning lady 's hand immediately encircled the jibe of my putz. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my putz in time to my tit suction. Her thumb rubbed across the pass spreading my precum all over the tumefy head of my dick. 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 foreland again. Her experienced paw was driving me up a bulwark. This charwoman knew how to twit a guy's cock. Well I know how to tantalise tits.

I started sucking and licking her tit with totally abandonment. Using my quarter round to squeeze the inside lot of her chest forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same time. This had the desire essence ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her respiration and moaning came rapidly with short `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting actual close to getting her John Rock off, she maintained a expiry clench on my dick. I did n't heed, it did not hurt, and I do n't remember that you could take in hurt my putz by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so square. Just as she was getting to the flower of her coming, I let her feel my dentition as I bit her tit just hard enough to send her over the boundary. I love to cause adult female receive 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 handwriting on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the dick of my shaft. The shaft was pat, well lubricated by the gallon 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 beneficial that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the conclusion upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the birdie taking off the rocket pad. Every meter my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my prick very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new top. My spermatozoon squirted all over the back of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my dick until my testicles were completely drained and my dead body was in a country of almost total collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the derriere back and pant, trying to catch my breathing spell. The fair sex released my rapidly softening prick and a few minute later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too tired to bring up my headspring up to look at the woman who had given me so a lot pleasure. Besides, if I tried to expect at her she would just dim me with that darn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the back of my heading through the open windowpane just before she turned to leave.

The last affair I heard her say as her footstep crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the darkness was, `` send for me tomorrow. ``

THE END