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


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advert in the personals discussion section of the newspaper. It was a simple-minded piddling advertising but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for believer
advantage given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only serious need apply, ring ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted womanhood are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their immense tits close to me. What was there to drop off ? What was there to win ? The test with possible rewards was the up position. The low-spirited English was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some floozy trying to drum up business organisation. What is the defective that could chance ; I could die. What the nether region, 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 hebdomad past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to piece up the telephone set. I always pay for my cunctation ; the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the Same ad appeared again with a unlike telephone turn. I tripped over a chair in my hurry to get to the telephone. tinker's dam, 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 attempt later the telephone was finally answered, by a motorcar. It verified the telephone turn and instructed me to pass on a subject matter ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the motorcar with large breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to determine if I should call off again and what I would say if the damn machine answered. My hot pants won out and I dialed the telephone routine again.

The political machine answered. `` Ah, howdy ... 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 distaff articulation broke in, `` how-do-you-do, I do n't want to know your name. Names are not authoritative '', she said, `` The only matter important to me is how lots you do like large breasts. ``

'' I love prominent titty ; they are the sexiest thing in the world."I replied.

'' fountainhead you WILL suffer to prove that to ME, '' the woman 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 caress 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 rise 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.

'' Christ gentlewoman you drive a hard bargain,"I protested.

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

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

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

'' Which one, the one on aerodrome Road 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 color of car do you have ? ``

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

Pacing back and Forth in my living room to down fourth dimension and figure out what the hell I was getting myself into. I was getting aflutter about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, shucks horny. My go two girlfriends did n't have a decent set of boob 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 womanhood who put an ad in the paper saying she wants someone to worship her chest. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her boob. And worst of all, she gets to stop 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 faint promise of a advantage ? If I worship her bosom, how do you idolise bosom ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. well at to the lowest degree I get to observe some aeroplane landing place ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE merging


There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked at the spinal column of the lot, my car facing away from the drome as instructed by the female voice on the phone. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could listen to the radiocommunication as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as teach. For about ten minutes, I watched auto perpetrate in and out and tried to peer into the former cars to try to figure out if the expectant breasted adult female was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer Night. There was no clarification in the viewing domain ; all you could see was the headlight of the overtaking dealings and the landing lights on the aircraft and airport runway and hack lights.

somebody approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slump and carrying a huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the luminance directly in my eyes. 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 idolize. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger side of meat and close up the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the same face in the breast seat and closed the doorway. The woman twisted around and knelt in the movement seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the amphetamine most position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass flashlight in my centre again. I could not see shit. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and English windows of my car, and ticker for anybody approaching. In addition, at the Lapp clock time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her aspect was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to list forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the floater in my eyes what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her tumid glorious breasts and positioned one on each side of the head restraint post.

I did not have a lot of stake in seeing her case at that time. My lone interest was in those fantastical tits lying on the back of the front butt 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 will to adapt her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her Brobdingnagian white meat with my workforce. I could feel the weight of those ogre breast in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the position of each breast toward her nipples. The woman did not react. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a womanhood gets stimulated, her mammilla stick out. This fair sex '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.

letting down my mouth to her get out boob, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The womanhood responded this time. She let out a delicate moan. I flicked my tongue on the teat of her right breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a contact longer and a fiddling louder. With just two pic of my clapper, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her the right way breast. Being a chest lover has taught me that every woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the early one.

Therefore, I started on her less raw left white meat. Opening my sass wide and gently sucking in as lots of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the pap in diminished circles while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to impel Thomas More tit into my mouth. It had the desired core on her that I wanted. The woman moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force Thomas More of her knocker into my mouthpiece.

This titillating post had an burden on me also. While toying with her splendid breasts I grew one Inferno of a hardon. It had been a very long clock time since I had the pleasure of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more than she moaned and the strong and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her seawall. It was then that I got a puff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's puss when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My tool throbbed painfully in my trouser. I figured the only way that I could smell her rousing was if the woman had one hired man down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her knocker had my shaft leaking in my underwear.

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


CHAPTER three - THE payoff

I felt the woman 's hand at my fork tracing the lineation of my hardon through my denim. She had reached around the tush with her disembarrass hand and was trying to root for 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 mortise joint, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the edge of the book binding seat, the woman 's hand immediately encircled the shaft of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my shaft in meter to my tit sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the straits spreading my precum all over the swell up pass of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the floor of the head with her nails, squeezed the putz to produce Sir Thomas More precum, and massaged it over the fountainhead again. Her experienced hand was driving me up a wall. This charwoman knew how to rag a guy's hawkshaw. wellspring I know how to bug tits.

I started sucking and licking her nipple with totally abandonment. Using my thumb to squeeze the interior portion of her white meat forcing her nipples closer together so I could flick the mamilla of both knocker at the Saami prison term. This had the desire effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very heavy, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her respiration and moaning came rapidly with little `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting real close to getting her John Rock off, she maintained a expiry grip on my dick. I did n't mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't opine that you could sustain hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the peak of her culmination, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her nipples just hard enough to direct her over the edge. I love to make cleaning woman have an orgasm.

As her sexual 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 bridge player on my dick.

Her helping hand started sliding rapidly up and down the cock 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 sound that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick exceptionally hard on the finally upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the bird taking off the garden rocket pad. Every time my scratch pulsed out another lode of sperm, she would squeeze my calamus very tight on the up shot helping it and me reach new tiptop. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front seat. The adult female just kept jacking my dick until my testis were completely drained and my consistence was in a state of almost aggregate collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to grab my breather. The fair sex released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome light in my car came on. The car rocked back and forth, as she exited. I was too fag to lift my head up to look at the fair sex who had given me so much pleasure. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just dim me with that damn flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the haircloth on the backbone of my head through the open air window just before she turned to leave.

The last thing I heard her say as her footfall crunched off into the aloofness in the crushed rock parking lot and the darkness was, `` Call me tomorrow. ``

THE END