Written by davebriggs

Fact
5 Dec 2011


I've written about my slut ex before, but there's not been much to tell lately. She'd found herself a bloke who was a bit possessive, so I saw little of her except when picking up the kids for the weekends. A couple of weekends ago they were with her mother, so I had a weekend free. Not much happening, a couple of beers at the local, and then home and slumped in front of the TV. I had a bit of a smoke, and must have nodded off, as my phone ringing woke me up. Glancing at the clock before I answered, I knew it must be Sarah, as nobody else calls at that time of night, and sure enough it was. She was steaming drunk as usual, demanding I pick her up as she'd been thrown out of a club and didn't have the taxi fare home.

I tried to make excuses about why I couldn't, but she started banging on, and I knew it would be less grief in the long run if I just did it, so I slung a tshirt on over my pyjama trousers, got into the car and drove into the next town. I saw her just outside the town centre, staggering along obviously shitfaced. Of course, she looked like a complete old slapper, but at least she'd made some effort - she had on a very short white one piece dress and a pair of slutty white heels, and had her hair in bunches. She couldn't have looked more like white trash if she'd tried. I pulled over, hoping I wouldn't get done for kerb crawling and that nobody I knew saw me, and told her to get in. After a couple of attempts, she got the door open, and fell into the front passenger seat, slurring her thanks.

I turned the car round, and noticed two things - she wasn't wearing a bra, and it was coldish outside: her nipples were poking out as hard as I'd ever seen them, straining against the material of her flimsy white dress. I've got to admit she's got a good figure - a size 8, with small tits - I'd guess no more than 32A or B nowadays on a very slight build.

Anyway, we'd gone a couple of miles with her wittering on about her night and how she was perfectly sober (!), when she asked if we were going via the local heath. I asked why, and she just said I had to stop as she needed a piss, anywhere would do but she was busting. I agreed largely because I needed one too.

A couple of minutes later, I pulled off the main road down one of the lanes, and then a couple more turns until I got to a quiet bit of heathland. I got out and, as she was still fumbling drunkenly with the door handle, went around and opened it for her. As she slid round in the seat and swung a leg out of the door, her little dress rode up and I got a good view of her tiny white knickers. I couldn’t help but stare, and as she struggled to get out of the car, she looked up and noticed where I was looking.

“Getting a good view?” she asked sarcastically as I moved to help her out of the car just as I felt my cock start to stiffen.

Having got her out of the car, she staggered off down a little path: the moon was out, and I could see her teetering down the dirt path in her heels as they sank into the soft earth. By now, I was busting for a piss as well, but I wasn’t sure whether to follow her or not, a problem she solved by calling out “give me a hand” as she reached the treeline. I walked after her, catching up with her in the trees and taking her arm, arriving just in time to stop her falling over. She burst into drunken giggles, toppling into me and flinging an arm around my shoulders. “Over there”, she slurred, indicating an small clearing about 10 yards away which was clearly visible in the moonlight. We reached it with her still in giggles and leaning against me, and me with an arm around her shoulders. As we walked into the light, I could clearly see the nipples on her small tits pushing tautly against the thin fabric of her little dress.

“No peeking”, she said, as she pushed herself away from me. By now, my cock was half hard, and clearly visible as it pushed against my trousers. She took about 4 steps away from me, and then turned to face me. “Go on then”, she said.

I pushed my trousers down onto my thighs and took my cock in my hand. “And you”, I said as I resisted the temptation to stroke my cock and instead began to piss onto the grass as I watched her watching me.

She hitched up the sides of her little dress, and, putting her thumbs in the sides of her panties, pulled them down around her knees. Lifting her dress, she squatted down and promptly fell over backwards. With some difficulty as another fit of giggles erupted, I interrupted my own piss, stopping the stream and half shuffling over to her to help her up, my cock sticking out more hard than soft as I pulled her up. As she held onto me, she looked first at my cock and then up at my face, watching me as she pulled her panties off over her heels and hanging them off of my now rock hard cock with a giggle. Putting my hand on them, I could feel her warm wetness, and she watched as I slowly stroked myself with her panties. She took a step backwards, reached down, and, taking the hem of her dress in her hands, pulled it upwards and off over her head. She looked as horny as hell, standing there naked in the moonlight except for a pair of ridiculously high, slutty heels, the dim light revealing her shaved cunt, the lips of her pussy puffy and the tip of her clit poking wetly through.

With her panties still on my cock, I slipped off my pyjama trousers, kicking them away as I straightened up and removed my t-shirt. I put my hand back on my cock, wanking my cock into her panties, and watched her watching me, her lips slightly parted as one hand moved slowly towards her clit before starting a gentle rubbing motion on it. Her knees sagged slightly as she moved her legs apart, her fingers now ribbing her slit, the wetness shining softly in the moonlight.

I moved forward and knelt down in front of her, watching her frig herself from a distance of 4 inches. I felt a soft pressure on the back of my head as she put her other hand there, pushing me forwards into her cunt. She moaned softly as I flicked her clit with my tongue, pushing my face harder into her cunt. I looked up and watched as she stoked her nipples with her free hand, hearing her breathing get louder and faster as she ground her cunt onto my mouth. I pushed two fingers into her dripping wet gash and she ground down on them, fucking my hand and grunting as she took my fingers deep inside her. I pushed a third finger up her, and as she pushed down, my little finger as well until my hand was knuckle deep, all the while licking her clit as she got wetter and wetter.

She was humping my hand and face for all she was worth, and I knew she was close to cuming – her juices were already running down my forearm and dripping off my elbow. My cock was standing straight up, and I was desperate to stuff it up her cunt. Taking my fingers out of her cunt and grabbing her by her hips, I pulled her down onto my cock, which slipped straight into her. She arched her back as I bottomed out in her, and ground her cunt onto me as I slipped my fingers into her mouth. Her increasingly loud moans were muffled as she sucked her own juices greedily off my fingers and hand before kissing me hungrily on the face and mouth, sucking my tongue, the taste of her cunt sweet in my mouth. I took hold of her bunches and pulled her head back, kissing her neck and straining down to bite on her nipples. She dug her fingernails into my back as I continued to bite her tits and nipples, gently at first, but then harder. In return, she sped up her rhythm, grinding herself onto my prick as she rode me faster and faster. I knew she was about to cum on my cock, and I was close to shooting my spunk up her.

“Ah, ah, ah”, she shouted, as she leant back, putting her hands on the ground and pushing hard onto me. She shouted loudly as she started to cum, her cunt spasming around my cock as I felt her start to gush, her cunt juice running warmly past my cock and over my balls. Knowing I couldn’t hold out any longer, I started to cum inside her, and told her so as I added spurt after spurt of sticky cum to the mess between her legs. She was still cuming, riding the edge of her orgasm, her breath coming in loud gasps as she watched herself taking my cock. My hand was there, stroking her clit in time with her thrusts. She clamped her legs tighter around me, pulling me further up her, and I felt one of her slutty heels against the small of my back. She screamed as she came massively again and just as I thought I couldn’t spurt any more cum up her, she began to gush again. I watched as the rush of wetness came out of her, and then something more – she began to piss at the same time, not slowly, but a strong jet. She was screaming now as she bucked fiercely on my prick, leant back with her weight on her arms as her movement soaked us both, her piss streaming now over me, now over her. In seconds we were soaked with it, and still she came loudly. With a last shudder, I shot the last of more cum than I thought I had up her unprotected cunt just as she relaxed and fell backwards onto the grass, exhausted and soaked with her own piss almost from head to foot. My cock slipped out of her with a soft plopping sound, and I watched in the moonlight as it was quickly followed by several large globs of my spunk, which ran down her cunt lips towards her arsehole.

Shakily I got to my feet, before giving her a hand and pulling her up, our bodies glinting wetly in the moonlight after she’d covered us both in her piss. I’ve got to admit she looked pretty hot and slutty, he white high heels covered in mud now, her hair wet and one of her bunches almost undone, naked and soaked with my cum and hers now slowly sliding down her legs. I noticed that she’d been lying on her slutty white dress, and it was now pretty soaked with her piss too. I picked it up and handed it to her, and while she pulled it on, exclaiming at how cold it felt, I found my own clothes and got dressed – thankfully they were dry still! She pressed herself against me, her damp clothes sticking to mine, and kissed me deeply before we both headed back to the car arm in arm. By the interior light, I could see that she was in a worse state than the moonlight had showed: her makeup was smudged and her thin dress clung to her wetly, almost transparent in the light, her tits and stiff nipples clearly visible through the wet material. As she sat down, it rode up, displaying her shaved cunt which was still leaking spunk, her cunt lips puffy and engorged and her clit still showing. I gave it a quick flick with my finger, and she moaned softly. I moved around to my side of the car and got in, and as I started up she relaxed back into her seat, eyes closed.

Within 10 minutes I was back at her place. I had to help her out of the car again, and she staggered off towards her front door. God, she looked a sight, her dress still soaked, make-up smeared, one bunch now hanging free, spunk on her inner thighs and legs and her heels covered in dirt and mud as she walked drunkenly towards her front door. I didn’t know if her new boyfriend was at hers or not, but if he was, I’d love to know how she explained it!


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