A tale of my past. I used to be a proper horny little cunt. I mean, I still am, but I’m now a loyal horny cunt. Happy to have a wank rather than go wandering nowadays, but back in the day….
This is one from the memory bank. I am recalling the events as they happened, so there won’t be much dialogue as such.
So, it all started when I got my tax return. Wasn’t much, £900 or so, but it was a lot for me at the time. I was planning to take my then fiancée out with it the following day, but… destiny had other plans.
I bumped into an old friend, let’s call her Jessica for the sake of this story. Now Jessica used to date my brother, and was known for being a bit promiscuous. She loved a threesome, usually MMF, as she loved being spit-roasted. My brother had told me all about the time that he and my best friend had fucked her in all holes. They broke up years before the events of that night.
I bumped into Jessica on my way to the train station, while heading to my fiancées house for the weekend. We got to chatting, and she initially asked me to get her some weed. I rang my dealer and sorted it out for her. I told her where to meet him. She was a bit reluctant to meet a drug dealer on her own, so she asked me to go with her. I looked at the time illuminated on my phone, and I had about half an hour until the last train.
I worked out the timings in my head. Roughly a ten-minute walk to the meeting spot, he’s usually pretty prompt, ten-minute walk back. I should’ve made the train with a few minutes to spare.
So, I agree. We headed off up the high street and loitered outside the back of the Odeon. My dealer is nowhere to be seen. I try to phone him, no answer. I check the time, 18 minutes until the train. I tell her if he’s not here in the next 5 minutes, I need to go. Time ticks down until the five minutes are up. I apologise and tell her I need to run. She understands and walks back to the station with me.
We chat about life. She’s in college now, doing a childcare course. I tell her about my job, I’d been in construction for the past few years as a labourer. Working for agencies here and there, as and when I was needed. The work was sparse, but it suited me.
I reach the Station and check my phone, 2 minutes to spare. Sweet. I say goodbye and run onto the platform. I glance at the terminal screen. 23:35 Service to London Fenchurch Street – Canceled. No, it can’t be. How the fuck am I getting back now? I asked the station attendant if there was another train, but no, as I knew, that was the last service. I guess I’m staying here tonight.
I leave the station and head back down the high street. I see Jessica in the distance, slowly walking back towards the seafront. I pick up my pace and jog to catch up to her. I get her attention, and she turns around, surprised. She asks why I never got on the train, I explain, and ask her if she wants to chill.
My mum is out for the night, and I don’t have a door key. I’m stranded here. She agrees to chill, says she’s also stranded, and was meant to meet her boyfriend, but he’s blown her off. Explains why she wants the weed.
I ring another dealer, and manage to sort some, but we need to go to his house. I ask Jessica if she minds, and she says she doesn’t, so we head off. It’s about 15 minutes away. We get there, secure the weed, and head down to the beach. On the way, we pass an all-night off-license. I suggest a couple of beers, Jessica suggests something stronger. Fuck it, I’ve got £900 burning a hole in my pocket. I buy a bottle of Hennessy and some plastic cups, and we head to the beach.
On the walk, I roll a spliff and pour some drinks. By the time we reach the beach, Jessica is leaning on me, moaning that she’s cold. There is a bit of wind down the front; it sends a chill straight through me. I throw an arm around her and pull her close to me as we walk, shared warmth and all that.
We sit on the sea wall and drink some more. I ash the spliff and roll another. Jessica still moans she’s cold, so I give her my jacket. She puts it on and leans her head on me as we sit there reminiscing. Next thing I know, her hand is on my thigh.
I look down, and she’s slowly running her fingers up and down the inside of my thigh, her touch soft through my jeans. I tell her to stop, but she looks up at me, our eyes meet, and she moves in. Her lips on mine before I know what’s happening. Her hand moves up, and she takes hold of my bulge through my jeans.
“I’ve always wanted you, you know that,” She whispers to me. “And I can feel that you want me to.”
She drops down from the sea wall and stands between my legs. She quickly unbuttons my jeans, and I lift myself up so she can slide them down, freeing my cock. She takes it in her hand and starts to stroke it. It’s instantly hard.
She leans down and opens her mouth. Her lips engulf the tip of my cock, and I don’t know if it was the drink, the weed, or the fact that we were outside, in public, with the risk of being caught. I bolt my load instantly, filling her mouth. She doesn’t pull away; she stays attached. I can feel her sucking hard, as if trying to draw out my very essence. She finally pulls away and looks into my eyes as she swallows. A small trickle of cum, just teases out of the side of her mouth, but she catches it with a finger and sucks it clean.
“Well, that was quick,” she giggles.
“Uh, yeah, I don’t usually… I don’t know what happened. Fuck that was hot,” I reply.
She climbs back up on the sea wall and slides her sweatpants down and off. She’s not wearing any underwear. She spreads her legs and places a hand down to her cunt. She runs a finger up her slit and retracts it. I can see how wet she is; her finger is glistening in the glow of the streetlight above our heads.
“My turn,” she says, before pushing me gently off the seawall.
I guess she wants me to repay the favour. Fair enough. I place my hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her legs wider. Spreading her cunt wider, I run my tongue up the length of her wet slit, before stopping to focus on her clit. I suck her clit as I run the flat of my tongue back and forth over it.
She reaches down and grabs my head, her legs wrapping around my neck, pulling me further in. I continue the attention to her clit until I struggle for breath. I push away, forcing my head up, take a breather, and go back down.
“Cum for me Jessica,” I say before I go back to licking her cunt. I move lower, poking my tongue inside her hole. Pushing it as far as I can inside, tasting all of her. I feel something gush out on my tongue, sweet and musky. I focus my attention on her clit again, tracing small circles over it, keeping a solid, constant rhythm.
I feel her thighs grip my head. I can hear her breath getting faster. She starts to buck against my mouth, her fingers grabbing a fistful of my hair, holding my head steady for support as she pushes against it, and then it comes. I feel her go stiff, then her legs and hips start to convulse as she cums. Her moans of pleasure were clearly audible in the night air.
I hold myself there, still licking, still sucking, determined to work until she tells me to stop. She grips my head tight with her thighs, whilst simultaneously trying to push my head away with her hands.
“Stop. Please, I’m going to piss.” She says, through ragged breaths.
I come back up and wipe my face; it’s drenched, my beard is dripping. “You’re wetter than the fucking sea,” I joke, both of us laughing now as I pull her down off the wall, into my arms.
Her legs wrap around me, and I kiss her. The taste of each other mixing as our lips meet. I feel myself get hard again, feel my cock poking into the folds of her sopping wet cunt. She reaches down and guides it in, before lowering herself down, the tip of my cock penetrating her pussy. Using the Seawall for balance, I begin to thrust up into her. Her back against the wall, she grinds down to meet my thrusts.
But it doesn’t last long; the rough concrete sea wall is agony for her. So, I place her down, turn her round, and bend her over.
Pushing my cock deep inside, she arches her back as she leans forward, hands pressed against the wall for support. She starts to push back against my thrusts. Meeting me with every thrust. I grab a handful of hair and yank her head back, before grabbing her hips in both hands and pounding into her hard and fast. I give a sharp spank to her right arse cheek. She winces as my hand connects. “More, spank me harder,” she moans.
I spank her again, harder this time. She throws her head back and moans, pushing back harder onto my cock now. “Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me. Fill my cunt up.”
Not wanting to disappoint, I do as I’m told. I grab her arse and pull her back and forth onto my cock, thrusting into her harder and harder. I spread her cheeks and look down to see her tight pink asshole winking up at me with every thrust. I run my thumb over it. That’s it, she’s driven over the edge then. Her pussy clamps down on my cock as her body quivers. Her head thrown back as she cums all over my cock. I feel her gushing, a mix of ejaculate and pee pouring out of her. I recoil slightly as it hits my leg, drenching my jeans, which are still round my ankles.
But I ignore all that for now, as I feel my own orgasm building. My balls tighten, and I push as deep as I can. Holding Jessica tight to me as I pump a full, warm, sticky load deep into her cunt. I hold it there for a minute, catching my breath, before finally pulling out. As I do, air escapes with me, the noise makes us both laugh, and then I watch as my cum slowly pours out of her, landing on the sand beneath us.
I pull my jeans up. They’re so wet that it’s uncomfortable, but I have no choice; I have nothing else to wear. Jessica looks down at the wet jeans and says, “Oops. I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
“Not to worry. It was worth it,” I respond, as I help her back into her sweatpants.
