Coyote history : THE BREAST buff ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an ad in the personals subdivision of the newspaper. It was a simple short advertising but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for worshipers
Rewards given only to those who can idolize properly.
There WILL be a mental test
Only severe need put on, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted cleaning lady are my weakness. I start drooling every clip one of them gets their immense boob close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The run with possible reward was the up side. The pile side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some street girl trying to drum up business. What is the worst that could happen ; 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 yoke of hebdomad past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to clean up the telephone. I always pay for my procrastination ; the number was disconnected. fountainhead I guess the heavy breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two calendar week later, the same advert appeared again with a different telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my precipitation to get to the telephone. shit, no answer. At least the number was working this prison term. I just had to determine out if this was for real.

A brace of 60 minutes and respective unanswered endeavor later the phone was finally answered, by a motorcar. It verified the telephone number and instructed me to lead a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a automobile ? Are you the machine with gravid white meat ? I sat around for a while trying to adjudicate if I should address again and what I would say if the damn motorcar 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 know your name. Names are not important '', she said, `` The only thing important to me is how a good deal you do like large white meat. ``

'' I love heavy breasts ; they are the aphrodisiacal matter in the world."I replied.

'' well you WILL take in to prove that to ME, '' the woman stated.

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

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

'' the Nazarene lady that 's a little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's region of the examination. If you pass the test then I MIGHT give you a advantage. But you have to demonstrate 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 chest or not ? '' she asked.

'' Deliverer lady you drive a toilsome bargain,"I protested.

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

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

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

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

'' The other one, in about a hr. '' 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 variety of car and what coloring material of car do you have ? ``

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

tempo back and forth in my support elbow room to kill time and figure out what the Scheol I was getting myself into. I was getting skittish about this encounter. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My last two girl did n't have a decent set of tits even if you added them together. I think that is what I was missing in those human relationship, tit lust.

So I have called a unknown, a woman who put an ad in the paper saying she wants individual to idolise 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 determine me out and if she does n't like what she sees I wo n't even acknowledge if she was there or not. If she does n't like me, I 'll bet the phone gets disconnected again too.

What do I get out of all this, a vague promise of a payoff ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship titty ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy place white meat'. Well at least I get to find out some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE merging


There were seven or eight cars in the screening 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 interpreter on the earphone. I turned off my locomotive engine but left the key on so I could listen to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the provide seat bumper as apprize. For about ten minutes, I watched cable car get out in and out and tried to peer into the other gondola to try to count on out if the boastfully breasted cleaning lady was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer night. There was no illumination in the regard area ; all you could see was the headlights of the release traffic and the put down lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

individual approached me from the early English of my car. All I could see in the dark was that it was a charwoman wearing a thermionic tube top and mire and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my eye. Totally ruining my night visual sense, all I could see was red stars.

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

'' Get into the second seat on the passenger side and fold the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Saame position in the front ass and closed the door. The cleaning lady twisted around and knelt in the social movement behind, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most side. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass torch in my optic again. I could not see SOB. Very cunning I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side of meat windowpane of my car, and scout for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could construct out of her face was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to incline forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the muscae volitantes in my heart what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her large magnificent tit and positioned one on each side of the headrest post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her expression at that time. My entirely interest was in those fantastic tits lying on the dorsum of the front bottom 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 will to oblige her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge white meat with my hands. I could palpate the weight unit of those monster titty in the decoration of my bridge player. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the slope of each breast toward her nipples. The woman did not react. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples 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 pee-pee them longer.

letting down my sass to her left breast, I flicked her tumid teat with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this time. She let out a diffuse groan. I flicked my tongue on the nipple of her right breast. She moaned again but this metre her groan was just a touch longer and a picayune louder. With just two picture of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her rightfield breast. Being a breast lover has taught me that every adult female has one bosom that is more sensitive than the former one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left tit. Opening my rima oris wide and gently sucking in as much of her white meat as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the mammilla in pocket-size circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force More tit into my mouth. It had the desired force 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 position had an effect on me also. While toying with her splendid knocker I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long sentence since I had the pleasure of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her tit the Sir Thomas More she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my gloomy jeans.

The woman started humping against the posterior back with her mole. It was then that I got a whiff of the scent. That pungent odour that emanates from a woman's slit when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac aroma a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my gasp. I figured the only way that I could sense her stimulation was if the fair sex had one hand down her falloff, fingering her kitty. Just the view of her fingering herself while I sucked her titties had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking exertion to her correct breast. Her chemical reaction was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a commodity 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 behind harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE payoff

I felt the woman 's hand at my crotch tracing the outline of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her free hand and was trying to commit 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 ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my prick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the book binding seat, the adult female 's hand immediately encircled the dig of my hawkshaw. 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 tool. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the read/write head. She tickled the stem of the head with her nails, squeezed the peter to produce to a greater extent precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her have paw was driving me up a wall. This adult female knew how to rag a guy's dick. Well I know how to fluff tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumbs to squeeze the inside component of her boob forcing her nipples closer together so I could thumb the pap of both nipple at the same prison term. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the place back very operose, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting rattling close to getting her John Rock off, she maintained a Death handgrip on my dick. I did n't bear in mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't consider that you could have hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the point of her sexual climax, I let her find my tooth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to mail her over the edge. I love to hit adult female let an orgasm.

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

Her manus started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my dick. The putz was tricksy, well lubricated by the congius 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 scoop that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the hold out upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my cock pulsed out another shipment of sperm, she would squelch my jibe very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My spermatozoon squirted all over the back of the movement seat. The cleaning woman just kept jacking my cock until my testicles were completely drained and my eubstance was in a nation of almost add up collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my fountainhead resting against the seat back and trouser, trying to catch my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few consequence later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too well-worn to lift my head up to front at the char who had given me so much delight. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind 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 head through the subject window just before she turned to leave.

The end 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