Coyote history : THE breast buff ( M/F mast, bunco game )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

I ran across an advert in the personals segment of the paper. It was a simple niggling advert but it was intriguing because of what it promised. The ad simply stated :

Large breasted woman looking for believer
Rewards given only to those who can revere properly.
There WILL be a trial run
Only serious need use, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of them gets their Brobdingnagian tits close to me. What was there to lose ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible rewards was the up side. The down side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker trying to mug up up line of work. What is the risky that could pass ; I could die. What the inferno, 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 phone call. A couple of workweek past before I got up enough intestinal fortitude to clean up the telephone. I always pay for my shillyshally ; the number was disconnected. well I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two hebdomad later, the Lapplander advertisement appeared again with a different telephony number. I tripped over a chair in my rushing to get to the telephone. Damn, no solution. At least the number was working this clock time. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A couple of hours and several unreciprocated endeavor later the telephone was finally answered, by a car. It verified the telephone turn and instructed me to impart a substance ; I hung up. What could I say to a automobile ? Are you the automobile with orotund breasts ? I sat around for a spell trying to decide if I should call again and what I would say if the damn automobile answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone numeral again.

The machine answered. `` Ah, hi ... I am calling about the ad you placed in the paper. I think I might be the individual 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 experience your figure. Names are not of import '', she said, `` The sole thing authoritative to me is how often you do like bombastic knocker. ``

'' I love bombastic breasts ; they are the aphrodisiacal thing in the world."I replied.

'' wellspring you WILL hold to try that to ME, '' the cleaning lady stated.

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

'' low gear you have to make love 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 little one sided is n't it ? ``

'' That 's the way it will be, that 's character of the test. If you pass the trial then I MIGHT give you a reward. 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 worship my breasts or not ? '' she asked.

'' Jesus lady you drive a punishing bargain,"I protested.

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

'' okeh lady O.K., where and when ? ``

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

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

'' The other one, in about a hr. '' she said, `` Can you be there in an time of day ? ``

'' 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 female phonation on the former end of the telephone the information that she wanted and she gave me foster instructs and then we hung up.

pacing back and Forth River in my living way to kill time and chassis out what the blaze I was getting myself into. I was getting uneasy about this meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm hornlike, curse horny. My live on two girl did n't stimulate a decent set of mamilla 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 charwoman who put an ad in the newspaper publisher saying she wants someone to idolise her breasts. I have promised to receive her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her breasts. And rack up 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 vague hope of a advantage ? If I worship her breasts, how do you idolise breasts ? Get down on your genu bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy boob'. Well at least I get to watch out some airplane landings ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight railcar in the screening lot when I arrived. I parked at the rachis of the lot, my car facing away from the aerodrome as instructed by the female person representative on the earpiece. I turned off my railway locomotive but left the key on so I could heed to the radio as I waited. I got out and walked around to the back of the car to sit on the left rear bumper as apprize. For about ten minutes, I watched auto 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 warmly moonless summer night. There was no clarification in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlights of the release traffic and the landing brightness on the aircraft and airport runway and hack lights.

mortal approached me from the other face of my car. All I could see in the darkness was that it was a cleaning woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a immense torch. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my middle. 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 idolize. ``

'' Get into the back seat on the passenger position and close down the door. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Lapp side in the forepart butt and closed the doorway. The woman twisted around and knelt in the figurehead hind end, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the head restraint all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that damn bright ass torch in my eyes again. I could not see shop. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and side windows of my car, and sentinel for anybody approaching. In addition, at the same sentence because of the blinding flashlight, all I could defecate out of her brass was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to list forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the smear in my heart 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 make a lot of interestingness in seeing her face at that time. My only interest was in those fantastic pap lying on the back of the straw man 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 ad had said. I was more than willing to reconcile her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her Brobdingnagian breasts with my hands. I could sense the free weight of those devil tits in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the side of each knocker toward her pap. The womanhood did not respond. However, her mamilla did. teat do not lie. When a fair sex gets stimulated, her mamilla stick out. This woman 's pap 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.

Lowering my sass to her left breast, I flicked her erect mamilla with the tip of my natural language. The woman responded this prison term. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my glossa on the nipple of her redress breast. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch longer and a piddling louder. With just two flicks of my clapper, I had figured out what I wanted to bed. Yep it is her ripe bosom. Being a breast lover has taught me that every woman has one chest that is more sensitive than the other one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensitive left white meat. Opening my mouth wide and gently sucking in as a lot of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the nipple in small circuit while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force more tit into my mouth. It had the desired impression on her that I wanted. The womanhood moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to force more of her breast into my mouth.

This erotic situation had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent bosom I grew one nether region of a hardon. It had been a very farsighted fourth dimension since I had the pleasure of playing with large tit. The more I sucked and licked her titty the more she moaned and the harder and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue jeans.

The woman started humping against the buns back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent odor that emanates from a woman's twat when she is in lecherousness, it is the most aphrodisiac aroma a man can smell. My gumshoe throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only when way that I could sense her arousal was if the womanhood had one hand down her slacks, fingering her pussy. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her titty had my tool leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right prison term. I switched my tit sucking cause to her right field tit. Her 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 mammilla with my tongue, she started moaning constantly and humping the seat harder.


CHAPTER THREE - THE reinforcement

I felt the woman 's hand at my fork tracing the outline of my hardon through my denim. She had reached around the seat with her resign hand and was trying to take out my zipper down. Releasing her boob with my work force, I helped her. I unsnapped my dungaree, unzipped them, and with neat difficulty pushed them and my underpants down until they were at my ankles, I exposed my aching dick.

As soon as my dick was freed and I scooted up to the boundary of the backbone rear end, the woman 's hand immediately encircled the scape of my dick. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my shaft in time 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 head. She tickled the base of the top dog with her nails, squeezed the ray to produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her go through hand was driving me up a paries. This woman knew how to beleaguer a guy's dick. Well I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my ovolo to extort the inwardly portion of her titty forcing her teat closer together so I could jerk the tit of both tits at the same time. This had the desired effect ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the tooshie back very hard, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with piddling `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting actual close to getting her rock 'n' roll off, she maintained a decease clutch on my dick. I did n't heed, it did not hurt, and I do n't recollect that you could have hurt my dick by squeezing it even with a vise because it was so self-colored. Just as she was getting to the point of her climax, I let her sense my teeth as I bit her tit just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to make up women suffer 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 hired hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the shaft of my cock. The diaphysis was glossy, 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 serious that I have ever had. She squeezed my peter exceptionally hard on the stopping point upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every sentence my prick pulsed out another load of sperm, she would squeeze my gibe very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My sperm squirted all over the back of the front man seat. The char just kept jacking my tool until my nut were completely drained and my physical structure was in a country of almost sum up collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and pant, trying to catch my hint. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the dome luminosity in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too wear upon to lift my headspring up to wait at the cleaning woman who had given me so a lot joy. Besides, if I tried to appear at her she would just dim me with that tinker's dam flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her hand caressing the hair on the spinal column of my foreland through the loose window just before she turned to leave.

The finale affair I heard her say as her pace crunched off into the distance in the gravel parking lot and the iniquity was, `` shout me tomorrow. ``

THE END