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Coyote Chronicles The Breast Lover (M/F mast, cons)
©By: obvious.coyote@gmail.com
(updated email address)
DISCLAIMERS:
The following is a fictitious story depicting fictional characters. Any
resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
This story is for adult audiences only and contains graphic language and
explicit sexual material. The text contains graphic descriptions of sex
between adults, family members, teens, juveniles and/or animals. I am
joking about the animals just checking to see if you are still reading.
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'Elaine', an erotic penpal, inspired this story. Thanks Elaine for the
encouragement.
BREAST LOVERS (M/F mast, cons)
©By: obvious.coyote@gmail.com
CHAPTER ONE - THE PERSONAL AD
I ran across an advertisement in the personals' section of the newspaper. A
simple little advertisement but intriguing because of what it promised. The
ad simply stated:
Large breasted woman looking for worshipers
Rewards only to those who can worship properly.
There WILL be a test
Only serious need apply, call 555-0101.
Large breasted women are my weakness. I start drooling every time one of
them gets 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 drum up business.
Worse, I could be robbed or killed. What the hell you cannot be robbed or
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 weeks
past before I got up enough balls to pick up the telephone. I always pay
for my procrastination, the number was disconnected. Well I guess the large
breasted woman had found a worshiper.
Two weeks later, the same advertisement appeared again with a different
telephone number. I tripped over a chair in my haste to get to the
telephone. Damn no answer. At least the number was not disconnected this
time. I just had to find out if this was for real.
A couple of hours and several unanswered attempts later the telephone was
finally answered, by a machine. It verified the telephone number and
instructed me to leave 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 call again and what I would say if the damn machine
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'm afraid
that's not me."
A female voice broke in, "Hello, I don't want to know your name. Names are
not important", she said "The only thing important to me is how much do you
like large breasts."
"I love large breasts, they are the sexiest thing in the world." I replied.
"Well you WILL have to prove that to Me." the woman stated.
"Where and when?"
"First you have to know there will be no sex!" she said flatly "You only get
to play with my breasts as long as I want you too, and that's it. Is that
understood?"
"Jesus lady that's a little one sided isn't it?"
"That's the way it will be, that's part of the test. If you pass the test
then I MIGHT give you a reward. 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 worship my breasts or not?" she asked.
"Jesus lady you drive a hard bargain". I protested.
"Yes or no. I have other callers."
"Okay lady okay, where and when?"
"You know the observation lot by the airport?"
"The one where you watch the airplanes land on Airport Road or the other
one?" I asked.
"The other one, in about an hour." she said, "Can you be there in an hour?"
"Yes I can... but how will I know if you're there?"
"You won't unless I want you to. What kind of car and what color of car do
you have?"
I told the female 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
hell I was getting myself into. I was getting nervous about this meeting.
Maybe I am just paranoid. No, I'm horny, damn horny. My last two
girlfriends didn't have a decent set of tits even if you added them
together. I think that is what I was missing in those relationships, lust.
Lets see I have called a strange woman who put an ad in the paper saying she
wants someone to worship 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 check me out and if she doesn't like what she sees
I won't even know if she was there or not. If she doesn't like me, I'll bet
the telephone gets disconnected again too. What do I get out of all this?
A very vague promise of a reward if I do what? Worship her breasts, whose
breasts, how do you worship breasts? Get down on your knees bowing and
proclaiming 'Oh holy breasts'. Well at least I get to watch some airplane
landings; I have not done that in a while.
CHAPTER TWO - THE MEETING
There were seven or eight cars in the viewing lot when I arrived. I parked
at the back of the lot facing away from the airport as I had been instructed
and turned off my 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 left rear bumper as instructed. For about ten minutes, I watched cars
pull in and out and trying to peer into the other cars to try to figure out
if the woman was there.
It was getting dark rapidly on this warm summer night. There was no
illumination in the viewing area all you could see was the traffic and the
lights on the aircraft and airport.
Someone approached me from the other side of my car. All I could see in the
dark was that it was a woman wearing a tube top and slacks and carrying a
flashlight. She walked up to me and shined the light in my eyes. Totally
ruining my night vision, all I could see was stars.
The woman 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 back seat on the passenger side and close the door."
I did as she told me. She got in on the same side in the front 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 damn bright
ass flashlight in my eyes again. I could not see shit. Very clever I
thought. She had positioned herself so she could see out the back, side
windows of my car, and watch for anybody approaching. In addition, at the
same time because of the blinding flashlight, all I could make out of her
face was a blur with red spots.
She instructed me to lean forward. As I leaned forward, I could see though
the spots in my eyes what I had come to see. She had lifted her tube top
above her large magnificent breasts and positioned one on each side of the
headrest post.
I did not have a lot of interest in her face at that time. My only interest
was those fantastic tits lying on the back of the front seat begging to be
kissed. I could tell that this woman 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 touched her breasts gently. I could feel the
weight of those huge tits in the palms of my hands. Slowly I traced my
fingernails along the sides of each breast toward her nipples. 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 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 erect nipple with the
tip of my tongue. The woman responded this time. She let out a soft moan.
I flicked the nipple on her right breast. She moaned again but this time
just a touch longer and a little louder. With just two flicks of my tongue,
I had figured out what I wanted to know. Yep it is her right breast. It
seems that every woman has one breast that is more sensitive than the other.
Therefore, I started on the left breast. Opening my mouth wide and gently
sucking in as much of her breast as would fit. Then very slowly started
rotating my tongue around the nipple in small circles while lifting and
squeezing like I was trying to force more tit into my mouth. It had the
desired effect 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 situation had an effect on me also. I was sporting 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 breast the more she
moaned and the harder my dick became.
The woman started humping against the seat back with her groin. It was then
that I got a whiff of the odor. The odor that emanates from a woman when
she is in lust. The most aphrodisiac odor a man can smell. My dick
throbbed in my pants. The woman must have had one hand down her slacks,
fingering her pussy.
It was now the right time. I switched my tit sucking efforts to her right
breast. Her reaction 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 THREE - THE REWARD
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 pull my zipper down. Releasing her breast with my hands, I
helped her. I unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them and pushed them down until
they were at my ankles, and freed my aching dick.
The woman's hand immediately encircled my shaft. She definitely knew what
she was doing. Slowly she stroked and squeezed my dick in time to my tit
sucking. Her thumb rubbed across the head spreading precum all over the
swollen head of my dick. Her fingernails were scraping the rim of the head.
She tickled the base of the head with her nails, squeezed the shaft to
produce more precum, and massaged it over the head again. Her experienced
hand was driving me up a wall.
I started sucking and licking her tits with totally abandonment. Using my
thumbs to squeeze the inside of her breasts and forced her nipples closer
together so I could flick the nipples of both tits at the same time. This
had the desired effect; she moaned louder than ever and started humping
against the seat back very hard, totally forgetting about my raging hardon.
Her breathing and moaning came rapidly with little "oh oh oh oh". As she
was getting real close to getting her rocks off she maintained a death grip
on my dick. I didn't mind, it did not hurt, I don't think that you could
have hurt my dick with a hammer because it was so solid. Just as she was
getting to the peak of her climax, I let her feel my teeth as I bit her
nipples just hard enough to really send her over the edge. I love to make
women cum.
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 hand on my
dick. Her hand slide rapidly up and down my shaft lubricated by the gallons
of precum she had already coaxed out of me. Now I was the one moaning with
a mouthful of tit.
My orgasm was one of the best that I have ever had. She squeezed my dick
exceptionally hard on the 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 sperm, she would squeeze my shaft very tight on the up
stroke helping it and me reach new heights. My cum squirted all over the
back of the front seat. The woman just kept jacking my dick until I was
completely drained and my body was in a state of almost total collapse.
All I could do is sit there with my head resting against the seat back and
panting, trying to catch my breath. The woman released my rapidly softening
prick and a few moments later the dome light in my car came on. The car
rocked as she exited. I was too drained to even lift my head up to look at
the woman who had given me so much pleasure. I felt her hand caressing the
hair on the back of my head through the open window just before she turned
to leave.
The last thing I heard her say as she walked off into the darkness was,
"Call me."
THE END
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