*NB: none of this is embellished, it’s written exactly how I remember it but it’s been a few years so some of the details are hazy. Names are changed to protect the not-so-innocent.*
1. ELIZA
So we’ll start with Eliza because she was one of the best and probably the one I think about the most. This was about ten years ago and I was living in a midsize city, college town, after graduating and moving back to the US from Europe. I had a professional job in my creative field, it wasn’t great but it was enough. My town had a great arts and music scene, and I was friends with several of the grad students from the local college.
One midweek night some good friends from studio were in town doing a guest critique at the art school, so I met them at a bar in my neighborhood afterward. They were with a group of grad students including a couple of my friends. We all got drinks and caught up a bit while talking about everyone’s work. One of the students was chatting with us and I felt a little flash of chemistry. Just something in her eyes and smile that said ‘mischief’. She looks a couple years older than me, classically German features, platinum-bleached hair, and a top showing a fair amount of cleavage. Ripped jeans and expensive-looking strappy heels. French tipped nails. Now the closest thing I have to a type is smart, curvy hourglass women with striking features that can banter— Eliza is all those things. So I chat her up a bit, we have a lot to talk about between similar creative interests and influences, and it’s becoming clear that we’re into each other as we get tipsy. We’re touching thighs under the table and she’s presenting her tits and giving me coy looks. I feel her hand slide up my thigh so I close us out and mention that I live about three blocks away if she wants to have a little walk. We leave the bar, she’s chilly and holding onto my arm. About halfway to my house, we turn onto my street and I turn to kiss her. Soft lips. A little booze on her breath and she presses against me. She smells and feels good and I’m growing to half mast. She must have felt me against her body because she smiles and gets on her knees, in a dark spot by the back stair of an apartment building, and pulls me to her by my jeans pockets.
I’ve rarely been craved like this. At the same time, getting a public blowie in a state where you can catch a sex offender charge for pissing outside is not my type of high.
“Hey, Eliza, I live like a block away!”
“I don’t care, I want to see it.”
I manage to convince her that I’ll happily show her once we’re at my house, but once we get there we’re making out, fully clothed. She’s a good kisser and she makes the kind of soft little moans that really turn me on. Her hips and ass feel great in my hands and the weight of her tits against my chest is even better. We spend a while going between kissing and talking, grinding our hips, and I can feel her damp heat against my thigh. I move to strip her and she shuts me down— “Show me you. You promised.” Her hand is rubbing me through my jeans.
Well, I guess I did. I have a solidly average cock. It’s been called ‘textbook’, like if you opened an anatomy textbook you’re basically looking at it. Veiny, circumcised, curves slightly up, and fatter in the middle with a nicely shaped head. A generous handful of balls that I keep shaved because I love having them played with. But there’s some magic that happens when you have a full chub stuffed into tight jeans for an hour of foreplay and then it’s showtime. So I get up off the bed and take a step back, pull my shirt over my head, and unbutton my jeans. Black chonies. There’s a slick spot and the ridge of my glans is clearly visible. She’s looking at it bulging in the fabric like she’s about to unwrap a birthday present. Her lips are parted, she hooks her fingers in my waistband and tugs. My cock and balls pop out and with each heartbeat I inflate a little until I’m at full attention. Right on cue I feel a drop of precum leave my tip, hang, and swing toward the floor. My boy is loyal. I see her smile and look up at me, then back down at it. “Very nice! Now where were we before?” She leans forward and I stop her. “I said you could see it— I never said I’d let you suck it.” I used all the willpower I had for that one. She pouts. “It’s late, I have work tomorrow, let’s pick this up this weekend.” Somehow she agrees and I send her home after giving her my number. I’m 50/50 on whether she will actually hit me up.
So it’s barely Friday evening, I’m at happy hour when I get a text from Eliza saying “I’m home, come over? ;)” Anyone who’s ever had a flip phone knows what that winky face means. I give the nod to my buddies and go ride over to the address she gives me. It’s an older apartment building but a nice one, she’s on the top floor of five. The elevator inside is this real sketchy looking birdcage thing so I take the worn marble stairs that wrap around. I always climb stairs two at a time, always have, but tonight it really feels important. I notice the treads are rounded from thousands of footsteps over the years and wonder how many of them are from dudes hoping to get laid.
I knock on her door and she lets me in wearing an oversized T-shirt and those soft, cotton athletic shorts that every woman seems to own. I wasn’t expecting evening wear but I’m a little shocked to see her in something so familiar— she’s a fertility statue in pajamas. “Hiiieee, it’s good to see youuu!” Eliza’s from the Midwest and has a way of drawing out vowels to emphasize them. It’s a little bit Valley and a little bit private-school, but it works. I move in to kiss her and it’s like no time at all from the other day, she’s nibbling my lip before I can reach behind me and shut the door. My hands go to her sides, thumbs finding the lines between soft belly and full hips. I pull her to me. I want to pick up where we left off, I don’t know if letting her suck me would be my birthday present or hers but I don’t care. But I fucking love foreplay, and she does too, so we lay on the bed and go to town teasing each other. Still clothed again for some reason, but this time we’re sober and in her private space, and everything feels super natural between us. Her thigh hooked over mine, exploring each other, she’s halfway on top of me. I slide a hand up her back and pop her bra clasps. It’s good to be a lefty sometimes. I feel a new weight against my chest and she chuckles and sits up, smiling, then pulls her shirt and bra over her head.
Growing up it wasn’t cool to be into curvy women. Nobody said ‘thick’ yet, they just roasted you for being a chubby chaser. But the pages in the department store catalogs that piqued my preteen attention were the plus-size lingerie section. I saw tall women with full, feminine bodies and I knew that’s what I was about, especially the bras that sometimes looked more like medieval armor than anything you’d want to see in the bedroom. But it was worth it for the deep cleavage and what I could only imagine was the feeling of being between tits that needed weapons-grade restraint.
So when Eliza’s tits dropped out of her shirt and bounced against her chest, I was in my happy place. Red marks appeared on her pale, lightly freckled skin. In explanation she said her bra was old and it was too small for her, but I love the marks left behind. Her areolas are at least the size of my palm, ghostly pink, and her left nipple is inverted; a secret surprise. The liquid weight of her tits hanging over my face, her thick thighs wrapped around my waist… I’m feeling things. I sit up a bit and kiss the bra marks on her ribs, then gently nuzzle under a breast, then the other. I’m avoiding her nipples at first, just burying my face in her cleavage, my hands squeezing her softness against my cheeks. Ordinarily this alone would get me hard, but I had biked over to her house in the cold so all the equipment is a little slow to respond. I ask if I can get more comfortable and she hops off to help strip me. I’m soft and don’t want to give the impression that I’m not into her amazing body, so I reach for my cock for a little manual encouragement. She stops me. “Wait, let me. I want to feel it grow.” *Oh yes.* She takes my entire cock in her mouth, her tongue is wet and warm and her lips seal around the base. With her fingertips she teases my shaved balls and my cock starts waking up from hibernation, sliding against Eliza’s tongue as it reaches toward her throat. She hums appreciatively while I twitch to full size, and as my balls relax she massages them. Slowly she starts bobbing her head, her nose still against my trimmed pubes, my glans fully in her throat. This is pro level teasing. My hand is on the back of her neck, but she’s in control with her bright blue eyes locked to mine. When she pulls up to suck my glans her hand comes with it, slowly twisting around my shaft while her tongue focuses on my frenulum. It’s blissful, I’d gotten oral like this before but it’s been a long time. I know if she keeps going like this too long we’ll both be disappointed. “Lay back, it’s my turn.”
She rolls off me and onto her back, coyly lifts her legs, and pulls her shorts off. Underneath she has black cheeky lace chonies which look amazing against her pale, freckled thighs. But I want full access, so I pull them off and let her legs fall open. *Fuck, it’s like an oyster*. Her shaved outer lips are parted, and her inner labia are glistening and pink, almost ruffled with delicate folds. Where they join, her clit is barely peeking out of its hood, starting to stand. I know I’m going to take my time with her, so I cradle her thighs in my hands and brush them with my stubbled face, working in from her knees. When I get close to her pussy I let her feel my breath for a moment before kissing the creases of her thigh, up to her lower belly, and around to the other side. I’m working in slow, tightening circles around her, growing closer as her hips start to thrust toward my mouth. Eliza’s head is turned to the side and she’s cradled her tits in her hands, I can barely see her face over them. I finally touch a flat tongue to the base of her pussy and hear her breath catch. She tastes like clean brine.
One thing you should know about me is that I absolutely love cunnilingus. It’s well above a cold beer on a hot day and tied with an amazing meal from a top-tier restaurant where the chef is an old friend. If I’m ever hospitalized for something terminal, I want a succession of women to ride my face until I flatline. But there’s a wide range of pussy out there, and some are more of a treat than others. Eliza’s belongs in a museum. So I’m exploring her perfect folds with my tongue, on my elbows and knees, and I can feel my cock dripping on her posh sheets. *Perfect indeed*. I’m deliberately keeping distance from her clit but giving lots of attention to her labia as I use my hand to gently spread her and lift her mons. I want her to need it. With my other thumb I’m making slow circles in the slick pool at the base of her hole, teasing her opening. Pink is turning increasingly to red and she’s pressing her hips insistently against my hands. I make a wide O with my lips hoping to see the same from her in a few minutes, and encircle her clit.
I think it was Nina Hartley who says that sucking clit is like eating a really juicy peach and trying to keep your chin clean, but I didn’t care that my face was getting covered in Eliza’s slick wetness. I’m gently sucking and letting my tongue softly rise between her labia while my lips are sliding, pressing, hungry. Very rarely do I lick the tip of her clit directly, most of the time I’m wrapped around the whole hood, teasingly, while my fingers curl up inside toward her G-spot. Her breathing is ragged and it sounds like she’s trying to hold back moans. I want to keep doing what’s working for her, so I suck just a little harder and slide my other hand up, stroking her belly, then her side, then on top of her hand that’s squeezing a breast. Our fingers interlace and we massage it together. Her vagina tightens and gets slicker around my fingers. I look up and her head is thrown back, mouth wide open. Her body doesn’t twitch at all, but her clit pulses against my tongue and she clenches on my fingers. “Ahh… ahh… ahhhhh!” She catches her breath and I slowly release her. “That was… it’s been so long.” She pulls me up, kisses me deeply, and looks down at the wet spot and the drops swinging from my fully erect cock. I leak quite a bit when I’m turned on, and nothing turns me on like eating pussy. But instead of taking me back in her mouth, she hops off the bed and kneels on her sheepskin rug, then motions for me to sit on the bedside.
I mentioned that Eliza was an expert at oral, and it’s because she genuinely loves cock. She wiggles herself between my thighs, and starts nuzzling her face against me. She’s rubbing my slick cock and balls all over her face and using her hand to slap her cheeks and forehead with it. I haven’t even been in her mouth yet and this is better than before— her blue eyes with this pleading, submissive look, softly moaning “ohh… ohhh”, her fingers cradling my balls. When she encircles the base of my cock with a thumb and finger and presses down, I get so hard I feel like I’m wearing a cock ring. Just the lightest licks right below my glans and she’s milking out my precum. Then soft lips at my tip, spreading around my ridge, and down my shaft, excruciatingly slow. She takes the whole thing, nose to my belly, and holds it there as long as she can before gagging a little and pulling off. Thick spit, slightly teary eyes, swollen lips. Big tits swaying while she sucks. When she feels me getting too close she lets me go and slaps her face with it, nuzzles my balls with my cock laid across her cheek and forehead while I twitch. It’s the hottest thing. She edges me like this several times before I can’t hold it anymore, my balls are tight and full. I tell her I’m close. Instead of doubling her intensity, she just opens her mouth and touches my tip to her tongue while gently massaging my balls. It takes what feels like forever, but I feel the cum rising through my shaft and spilling onto her tongue, then shooting down her throat. She doesn’t suck or stroke me at all, just empties my balls. “I need you to be able to go again” she tells me.
As I soften she lets me regain composure on the bed. When I look up, she’s on all fours on the sheepskin. “Come lick me again, from behind this time.” *Gladly.* Her fat ass wiggling in the air, arched waist, tits hanging, dragging against the soft wool. It’s a view that would replay in my brain for years later. Of course I dive in, this time she’s already soaked and I’m focusing more on her hole. Spreading her cheeks with my hands, I can’t help but lick the length of her blushed slit and beyond, teasing her ass with my tongue. I’ve never been into sticking my tongue actually into an anus, but I absolutely will dance around the rim. Back down to her clit, the angle isn’t great to take it into my mouth so I use my tongue to push it around. It isn’t long before I’m hard again and dripping. There’s a condom stashed in my jacket pocket, I fish it out and slide it on. Kneeling behind Eliza with my tip twitching against her slick hole, my hands fall to her full hips. She’s chubby but strong, her back muscles clearly visible under her pale skin. She backs up onto me, first taking just the head and I feel it pop in and out. I let her take a few incrementally deeper thrusts, then I slowly push my full length into her. The nice thing about having a regular dick is I don’t have to be too careful about her cervix, but I still fuck her gently at first. Soon she’s reached her hand back to rub her clit and occasionally brush my balls, softly moaning “mmmm… mmmm…” in time with my deep, slow strokes. I’m loving the view, the sensation of her snug pussy, her sounds. But she wants a change. “Get on the bed, I want to ride you.” *If you insist*.
When she straddles me and lowers down onto my cock, Eliza’s face changes. She goes from gentle sub back to the confident, cock-hungry woman she was when she was sucking me. Her eyes close as her hips start grinding, rocking me inside her. I feel her clit against the base of my shaft. *This is what you wanted.* Of course I’m human, and there’s a magnificent pair of naturals in my face, so I go in with both hands. Sucking her taut nipples into my mouth when I can and circling the other with my thumb, I let her use my cock. She’s grinding hard, slowly, like she’s trying to punish me. She’s tight around the base of my shaft, but her powerful hips are sweeping my head against her walls. Smooth like velvet on the sides, firmer up towards her belly. I realise I can’t last much longer when I feel extra slippery inside, then on my balls— perfect timing, she’s about to come. With her eyes squeezed tight, moans escape her restraint and I let my own orgasm go. I’m grateful for her ruining me orally because this feels too good, fully enveloped by this curvy blonde.
Eliza collapses onto me and we stay curled up for a few moments, catching our breath, slightly sweaty and smelling of sex. She rolls off and the condom is gone— her wetness and powerful grinding had worked it off. She’s not on birth control. We freak out a little bit and I find it inside her, but it’s too late. We’re fluid bonded. We go wash up in the shower and by now it’s after midnight, so after cuddling a bit I ride home. She texts me the next day saying she’s taken Plan B and asks when she can see me again. But that’s a story for another time…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jkel21/the_highlight_reel_vol_1_eliza_fm_long_nonfiction