Coyote Chronicles : THE titty LOVER ( M/F mast, cons )
Written by Koyote


CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD

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

Large breasted woman looking for believer
reward given only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a trial run
Only life-threatening need enforce, call ( nnn ) nnn-nnnn.

Large breasted women are my helplessness. I start drooling every clip one of them gets their huge mammilla close to me. What was there to fall back ? What was there to gain ? The test with possible reinforcement was the up side. The polish side was it is more than likely a subterfuge, some hooker 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 discerning so I kept putting off making the cry. A couple of workweek past before I got up adequate enteric fortitude to peck up the phone. I always pay for my dilatoriness ; the routine was disconnected. wellspring I guess the large breasted woman had found a worshiper.

Two weeks later, the Lapplander advertizement appeared again with a different telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the telephone. darn, no solution. At to the lowest degree the number was working this time. I just had to find out if this was for real.

A twosome of hours and several unreciprocated effort later the telephone was finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone set turn and instructed me to entrust a message ; I hung up. What could I say to a machine ? Are you the machine with large breasts ? I sat around for a while trying to decide if I should ring again and what I would say if the hoot machine answered. My horniness won out and I dialed the telephone phone number again.

The motorcar answered. `` Ah, hi ... 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, `` Hello, I do n't want to know your public figure. Names are not important '', she said, `` The alone thing important to me is how practically you do like large white meat. ``

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

'' Well you WILL induce to rise that to ME, '' the woman 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 chest as long as I want you too, and that 's it. Is that understood ? ``

'' Deliverer lady that 's a footling one sided is n't it ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Okay ma'am okay, where and when ? ``

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

'' Which one, the one on Airport road or the former 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 telephone the information that she wanted and she gave me further instructs and then we hung up.

pacing back and forth in my living room to kill time and figure out what the underworld I was getting myself into. I was getting flighty about this group meeting. Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I 'm horny, damn horny. My endure two girlfriend did n't have a decent set of titmouse 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 womanhood who put an ad in the theme saying she wants someone to worship her tit. I have promised to meet her without knowing what she looks like or even if she will let me see her tit. And unsound of all, she gets to hold 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 vague promise of a reinforcement ? If I worship her breasts, how do you worship knocker ? Get down on your knees bowing and proclaiming 'Oh holy tit'. wellspring at least I get to watch some airplane landing ; I have not done that in a while.



CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING


There were seven or eight elevator car in the screening lot when I arrived. I parked at the back of the lot, my car facing away from the drome as instructed by the female vocalisation on the speech sound. I turned off my engine 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 leave alone rear bumper as apprise. For about ten mo, I watched cars pull in and out and tried to peer into the other cars to try to figure out if the tumid breasted womanhood was there.

It was getting dark rapidly on this warm moonless summer nighttime. There was no illumination in the viewing area ; all you could see was the headlamp of the passing traffic and the shore lights on the aircraft and airport runway and taxi lights.

individual approached me from the other position 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 huge flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light directly in my heart. Totally ruining my night imagination, all I could see was red stars.

The cleaning lady 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 backrest can on the passenger side and come together the room access. ``

I did as she told me. She got in on the Sami face in the look seat and closed the door. The woman twisted around and knelt in the front seat, facing in my direction. She reached out and pulled the headrest all the way up to the upper most position. Then she blinded me with that tinker's dam bright ass flashlight in my center again. I could not see ca-ca. Very clever I thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back and incline windowpane of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In summation, at the same meter because of the blinding torch, all I could attain out of her cheek was a blur with red spots.

She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though the point in my oculus what I had come to see. She had pulled down her tube top to just below her large splendid white meat and positioned one on each English of the headrest post.

I did not have a lot of interest in seeing her typeface at that time. My only stake was in those grand titmouse lying on the vertebral column of the front buns 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 willing to accommodate her desires.

I reached out slowly and gently caressed her huge breasts with my mitt. I could feel the weight unit of those monster tit in the palms of my bridge player. Slowly I traced my fingernails along the position of each bosom toward her pap. The woman did not respond. However, her nipples did. Nipples do not lie. When a woman gets stimulated, her nipples stick out. This woman 's mammilla 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 get them longer.

Lowering my mouth to her left breast, I flicked her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan. I flicked my tongue on the mammilla of her justly tit. She moaned again but this time her moan was just a touch recollective and a lilliputian louder. With just two flicks of my tongue, I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right white meat. Being a breast lover has taught me that every adult female has one tit that is more sensitive than the former one.

Therefore, I started on her less sensible left breast. Opening my mouthpiece wide and gently sucking in as a great deal of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly, I started rotating my tongue around the nipple in small lap while lifting and squeezing as I was trying to force More tit into my mouth. It had the in demand effect on her that I wanted. The womanhood moaned again and leaned even farther forward trying to impel to a greater extent of her tit into my mouth.

This titillating office had an effect on me also. While toying with her magnificent breasts I grew one hell of a hardon. It had been a very long time since I had the pleasure of playing with large breasts. The more I sucked and licked her breasts the more she moaned and the knockout and more uncomfortable my dick became in my blue angel jeans.

The woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then that I got a whiff of the odor. That pungent olfactory property that emanates from a womanhood's pussy when she is in lust, it is the most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My dick throbbed painfully in my pants. I figured the only way that I could smell her arousal was if the cleaning woman had one hand down her morass, fingering her cunt. Just the thought of her fingering herself while I sucked her boob had my dick leaking in my underwear.

It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right breast. Her response was both expected and appreciated. I love knowing I am doing a good 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 deuce-ace - THE reinforcement

I felt the adult female 's hand at my private parts tracing the synopsis of my hardon through my jeans. She had reached around the seat with her free hand and was trying to pull my zipper down. Releasing her knocker with my hands, I helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them, and with great trouble 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 sharpness of the backwards tail, the woman 's bridge player immediately encircled the rotating shaft of my hawkshaw. She definitely knew what she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my tool in time to my tit suck. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading my precum all over the swollen point of my hawkshaw. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head. She tickled the base of the headway with her nails, squeezed the shaft to produce more precum, and massaged it over the headland again. Her experienced hired man was driving me up a wall. This woman knew how to tease a guy's hawkshaw. wellspring I know how to tease tits.

I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my thumb to bosom the inside portion of her breasts forcing her mamilla closer together so I could flick the nipples of both nipple at the like time. This had the hope outcome ; she moaned louder than ever and started humping against the seat back very voiceless, she momentarily forgot about my raging hardon.

Her external respiration and moaning came rapidly with footling `` oh oh oh oh ''. As she was getting material close to getting her tilt off, she maintained a death handle on my hawkshaw. I did n't bear in mind, it did not hurt, and I do n't call up that you could have hurt my prick by squeezing it even with a bench vise because it was so solid. Just as she was getting to the peak of her climax, I let her sense my teeth as I bit her mamilla just hard enough to send her over the edge. I love to pee women have 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 paired with her hand on my dick.

Her hand started sliding rapidly up and down the tool of my pecker. The jibe 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 climax that she gave was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my tool exceptionally hard on the shoemaker's last upstroke. It made cum shoot out of my dick like the shuttle taking off the rocket pad. Every time my prick pulsed out another load of spermatozoon, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up stroke helping it and me reach new top. My sperm squirted all over the binding of the straw man hindquarters. The charwoman just kept jacking my dick until my egg were completely drained and my body was in a province of almost sum collapse.

All I could do is sit there with my nous resting against the tooshie back and gasp, trying to trance my hint. The woman released my rapidly softening prick and a few moments later the bean light in my car came on. The car rocked back and Forth River, as she exited. I was too tired to lift my head up to see at the woman who had given me so much joy. Besides, if I tried to look at her she would just blind me with that hoot flash light again, so I did not even try. I felt her manus caressing the hair's-breadth on the back of my fountainhead through the receptive window just before she turned to leave.

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

THE END