I made this account a few years ago before embarking on a cross country trip to visit friends on the west coast. I’d dabbled in the NSFW side of Reddit before without any luck but figured it was worth giving this place another shot, and oooof what a good decision that turned out to be. SP was my first successful meetup here and while there’s been many others since this was a night that won’t soon be forgotten. In large part due to a new kink she helped turn me onto.
The unmistakable chime from Kik rang out in my car. “Damn” I thought, it was getting late and I knew it was her. I was still stuck halfway to nowhere in western Kansas and was a good 4 hours out from Denver. I’d just finished up a surprisingly good burger from a place that hadn’t known the feeling of a fresh cost of paint, I knew I had to fly. I looked down at my phone “So when are you getting in?“ “Soon, just a few hours out” I replied. I fired up the car, headed west, and floored it.
It had been a long trip, I was still recovering from the 14 hour shot I did the to St Louis the day before and the current 14 hours slog to Denver was really starting to wear me down. I’d managed to just miss out on ribs for diner the night before, by the time I pulled in they were fresh out. Burnt ends it was and I was burnt out. The day has started on a bad foot but I knew what was waiting for me in Denver.
SP had posted on RAOMD a week earlier. Her post didn’t have a lot of detail and her profile was otherwise empty, a bit suspicious but I knew I’d be stopping in Denver and let her know that I’d love to unwind when I got into town by making her gush. She liked the thought and we got to talking where the conversation quickly moved to kik. Before making any definite plans to meet I asked if she wouldn’t mind sending a pic to verify she was who she claimed to be.
Duh-dun, Kik rings out and I see shes replied. I open up the message and am stunned, shocked in awe by the figure now beaming from my screen. Her posts description said something along the lines of curvy brunette but I was looking at an unchained sexual wildcat with an absolute bombshell of a figure. Her long hair flowing free as she peeled her panties off her barely covered body. I confessed I had a hard time believing that was really her. SP laughed and posted a verification pic on gonewild.
I watched as the upvotes tick in one by one as a flood of thirsty comments drooled over her post. How many men were sitting behind their screens aching at the thought of doing what we were in the process of planning? In the days that followed she started regularly posting more pics on Reddit with the same outcome each time. I’ll admit it was fun reading through all the comments with a grin on my face.
While the masses were upvoting away and commenting on her phenomenal body, there was one thing they didn’t know. SP had curves to die for but what really made her melt was having her breasts suckled. Not just licked and played with but full on being latched onto and nursed. I admitted I’d never done anything like that before but the thought lit a fire of imagination inside me. I’d give nearly anything a try once, especially if it worked her up. The goal was to make cum and I loved the idea of making her pussy drip before my tongue even grazed between her legs.
SP hadn’t induced but had thought about putting in the work in to do so. I assured her that when we met I’d do my part to make her feel like she was having a painfully engorged pair of breasts drained by a hungry mouth.
I finally roll into Denver and it was closing in on 11pm by the time my bags were dropped off at the hotel. I’m exhausted and sent SP a message apologizing I was getting into town so late. She asked if I was still interested in meeting up and replied with an emphatic yes. The journey had been long, but I need her. I needed to feel her release and loose myself in her orgasm, no dessert could be as sweet.
As if suckling and diving weren’t enough we also talked about adding an element of public play into the mix. I pulled my car up to the side of her apartment. I got it wrong by a block and she said she’d walk over to meet me.
I see a woman walking down the sidewalk, she’s wearing a long sleeveless one piece dress but her hair is pull back into two tight braids and she’s wearing a pair of thick rimmed glasses. I know its her, it had to be, but SP struck such a demur pose emerging out of the darkness that I had a hard time connecting the woman in front of me to the wild sexual appetite I’d grown accustomed talking to. I guess it’s not so crazy to think Clark Kent could fool the world.
“Did you have a hard time finding the place?” “No, I just got mixed up going around the block”
We walked back over to my car. The family hand me down Subaru Forester, not exactly a pantry dropper but the back seat had ample room to play. I think she was expecting to see the windows tinted.
“Oh my god we can’t do it out here on the street”
She had a point, though I probably would have been brazen enough to do it if she was game. After a bit of discussion we settled on the roof deck of her apartments garage. The drive up was slow, my heart was racing with an excited nervousness, I was dying to feel her warmth against my lips.
We pull up to the top and get in the back seat. She’s sitting to my right and we exchange a look of anticipation. SP doesn’t say anything, she turns her head and looks down at her breasts. Slowly she pulls on her dress and fabric starts to slip. Her nipples popped out from underneath and the dress drops down to her waist as it cleared the ample curve of her chest holding it up.
“Here they are” she said with the slight hint of a giggle as grin ran wide across her face.
They were spectacular. SP had implants but they looked better than any enhancement I’d ever seen. Far from the bolt on look of the 80s, they had a nicely rounded shape that fit her body perfectly. Her nipples, perpetually hard, were just crying out for attention and as she looked back over to me I slide in and ran my hand across the edge of one, taking in the magnitude of their size as my hand lightly cupped them.
Without saying anything I moved my head down and kissed her nipple, savoring how good it felt to finally feel her against my skin. My mouth spent some time exploring its shape as she settled into corner of the door and the rear seat while I dropped down and positioned myself in the footwell.
It’s finally time, I put my hand along the side of her breast with my thumb tucked into the crease underneath. My mouth hovers over the areola and I pull it into my mouth as my face settles into her chest. I’m latched and loving it. The rhythmic pace of pulling in as I roll my tongue underneath is unexpectedly relaxing while also being arousing, my pants had started to tighten as my mouth took her in. I can hear SP let out a long deep breath as she runs her hands over the back of my head.
The inevitable problem with breast play is that there’s most often two breasts in need but only one mouth to pleasure them. I can certainly understand why some fantasize about having a threesome to keep each breast equally occupied. At first I switch every few minuets but eventually I settle in and decided to give her left one a long and focused treatment.
I loose track of the time, even in the awkward position I feel cozy snuggled into her while keeping up the steady rhythm. Maybe half and hour or so passes, I have no idea but I move back over to her right breast as I remember the point of this whole rendezvous was to eat her out.
As my mouth stays latched my hand begins to slide up her smooth legs. She’s been waiting for this and open them up so it can move in underneath her dress. I’m only partway up her thigh and I can feel how wet she’s gotten. I pull her nipple hard into my mouth and hold it there as my hand slides in further and grazes across her pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear, the perfect outfit for the occasion.
SP moans and I let go of her nipple. I pull my head back and watch her as my finger starts to slide between the edges of her soaked lips. As they move up and start to tease her clit I go back in and latch onto her breast again.
“Mmmmmm” SP wouldn’t be saying many words for the rest of the night. I let go of her breast and ask if she’s ready for my mouth to move lower. Her head bobs quickly in agreement as I reposition myself and she scooches her butt over to the edge of the seat.
Her pussy is silky smooth and while I do personally think a little natural fur can be very attractive, complimenting the feminine form, my tongue loves gliding across a waxed pussy. SP had a cute little innie, her lips were small and tucked in. Not large enough to nibble but enough to play with as my tongue moved up and down between the creases. Her clit was hard as a rock underneath its hood, large enough to easily play with but not disproportionately so.
What I noticed right away was how good she tasted. Not that other women I’ve been with have tasted bad but whatever it was about her I couldn’t lick up enough of her juices to satisfy my hunger. Thankfully her fruit bore plenty.
Eating out a woman for the first time is always a bit of a puzzle to solve. What makes one’s wave crest can be a total dud for another. Some cum without much work while others really take time to build before exploding. SP in that moment was very much the long and slow burn type. Everything I did elicited a moan or sigh of pleasure but what would it take to bring her to the brink.
Licking along the side of her clit I slipped a finger into her. Her grip was unreal as I pulled it back out, I’ve only been with two other women we were this tight, but she liked the combination and I eased it back in. With my middle finger burred I gave her a few long licks before slipping in my index finger.
While gently pulling her clit into my mouth my two fingers moved around to see if any one spot set her off. Again she moaned and breathes heavy at nearly everything I did, I loved that she was having a good time but my mind was starting to spin trying to find that perfect motion that would unlock her.
Eventually I spread my two fingers out like a V and run them along the top wall as my tongue continued to slowly put pressure on and off her clit. I can feel her cervix in the back and slip my fingers down across its sides before bring them back together to press behind it from underneath, as deep as they can push into her. SP breath changes and my finger feel her pussy flood with passion. I rotate my hand so they’re angled down and can dip in to see just how strong of a reaction I got out of her. It’s a pool in there and I use my fingers to pull down the bottom opening of her pussy as my tongue makes long upwards licks.
Close, but I want to hear her scream.
The only thing keeping her nectar in was the fact the was sitting back at a funny angle on the seat. At this point my own blood is stirring and my cock is just throbbing at the thought of just plowing into her. I want to flood her with my own juices, I want to taste the two mixed together, my mind is racing towards depravity. The bulge in my pants has now gotten absurd but the only outlet I have for this raging frustration is my tongue.
I push my mouth down against her, I keep my tongue firm and pressed against her clit. I have no idea how late it is. I’m wearing out but I think I’ve finally found what going to make her loose it. I bring my fingers together and put some upward pressure back on her top wall. SP starts to breath heavy and grind her hips around my face. I keep at it with my firm tongue rocking against her clit.
“Ooooh” she moans
That the first word I’ve heard out her in awhile. SP really starts to grind her hips against my face, she starts squirming around so much that I curl my fingers around the back of her pubic bone. I’m not fingering her so much as I’m keeping her anchored in place. She starts grinding her hips harder against me and I stop moving my mouth and just keep my tongue firmly in place as she rocks aggressively against it.
“Oooh, oh” she pitches up higher. I can feel her body tense.
“Oh my god” she exclaimed with a pronounced clarity.
SP let’s out an exasperated breath and her legs clamp down hard on my head. Her body starts to loosen as I slowly slowly lick her clit. I start to realize just how hard Ive have my fingers pulling on her pubic bone from the inside and let her loose from my grip. My hand is soaked and cramped up. I fall back feeling satisfied while she continues to breath heavy. It’s then I realize how I should have set my phone up to record the audio of our encounter, her moans slowing forming back into words would have been great to capture.
I move back up and give hear breasts some attention, letting them know I haven’t forgotten about them. As ask SP how she’s feeling and she smirks back, she knows I know exactly how she feeling.
After a min she asks if I want to take care of myself. That was something we’d talked about when we first got talking, she wasn’t looking to reciprocate but didn’t mind if I jerked off after finishing her. My balls were aching in a painful way and I quickly replied yes. We rearranged ourselves so that I was sitting down in the seat and she was straddled over me.
I unzipped my pants and my cock flops out onto my stomach. I pulled her breast back into my moth and started stroking myself while suckling her. It didn’t take long before I started to get close and I stopped briefly to dip my fingers into her still dripping pussy. Bringing them back down to rub her juices over my swollen head, I started stoking my cock again quickly bringing myself to that moment where you feel a tension rise in the muscles behind your balls and you know there’s no going back. My cock erupts with a violent explosion of cum and I let out a deep moan while her breast was still filling my mouth. It went everywhere and I didn’t have a towel handy. I ended up wiping myself and her off with my pair of tossed aside briefs.
We found our clothes and managed to put most of them on before moving back to the front. I don’t think anyone came up to the garage roof but there were a number of windows in the surrounding buildings looking down at the car. Who knows if caught anyones attention from afar.
I put the car in gear and we headed back down to the bottom of the garage. The hour was well past 2am and I was barely awake, running purely on fumes of the hot passion we just shared and the taste of her juices still covering my face. I look over to admire SP’s figure one last before parting ways and it dawns on me that I didn’t even know her first name. The car stops, she looks over and catches my gaze as she opens the door. Before I can get the words of my curiosity out she smiles back and asks
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qulrcr/mile_high_suckle_and_dive_mf_long