I may have my vices, but drinking and driving has never been one of them. Because of this, one of my favorite bars while in college was a little pub within walking distance of my house where my friends and I could all go get as trashed as we wanted and then stumble home. It was further away from campus and more in the residential part of town, so there were a lot of older patrons mixed in with the college kids. I normally kept to my group of friends, but one night I wound up talking with one of these older women and things got weird.
We had taken an awkward friend of mine to the pub to try to cheer him up after blowing a tinder date. It was a fairly busy night but we got the only 4 open stools at the bar next to a couple of middle aged women who were thoroughly enjoying some white wine and vodka. As the night went on and I began to loosen up, I wound up chatting with the woman sitting next to me. She was easily twice my age, probably more, and looked like a typical suburban mom. Blonde hair, dark eyes, silver cross necklace, on the plus-sized side and pretty with a dry sense of humor. We quickly started getting comfortable with each other. I told her I was 22 and a student, and gave a corny/coy answer when she asked how old I thought she was. Something along the lines of being old enough to show me a good time. Apparently that was a good answer because after telling me she was in her 50s, she started getting more personal. She showed me her wrists and asked if i could tell that she liked to be tied up which was strange(I couldn’t but i lied and said I did), and we went through the whole buisness of why i was being flirty with an older woman. Things never got explicit, but there was tension building with each little innuendo.
Eventually our pissy friend who had been slamming 151 inevitably turned pale and started trying to puke, so we went into panic mode trying to get him outside before he got us all kicked out. I wasn’t sitting directly next to him so I wasn’t one of the ones to grab him and drag him out, but at that point we all felt like it was time to leave. However, I had just gotten a fresh beer, and my immature twenty two year old brain wasn’t about to let it go to waste and I had company at the bar. My friends were somehow oblivious to my new friend and didnt question me when I said i was going to stick around to finish my drink.
Once I had finished up and was ready to leave, we exchanged numbers and told her I had to head out. She asked if I was good to drive, and when I told her I was walking she insisted on giving me a ride home which I happily accepted. I sat there at the bar with her until her group was ready to leave then followed her out to her car and we left. But she did not take me home like she said she would. She didn’t say anything out of the ordinary, but I immediately noticed she was just driving and was not following the directions I was giving her. When I asked what was going on, she literally cackled and told me “Oh Ill take you home when I’m done with you.” The combination of sudden excitement and some fear made my heart race and my body tremble because I genuinely did not know what was about to happen to me. Was I in danger? Would I get home tonight? Despite my alarm I was riding enough adrenaline from what I’d just heard to play along.
We made oddly platonic small talk considering what was happening and after about a 10 minute drive into a part of town that was nice but I absolutely did not know, we arrived at her house and pulled straight into her garage. We sat there for a second and when I asked her what was up, she told me “You don’t get to tease me like that and walk away. Don’t worry. I told you, Ill take you home when I’m done with you. Or you can start walking.” Before I knew it she had leaned across the seat and had her tongue in my mouth and her hand between my legs. She reached across my lap and pulled the lever that laid my seat down, then opened my pants and pulled out my penis. She gave me a few strokes with her hand while she kissed my neck then bent down and wrapped her lips around the head before sucking it all the way down to the hilt. At that point in my life I had never been sucked from the side angle, and the new sensations made my eyes roll back in my head for a time. She took me in and out of her mouth very slowly, but with as much suction as she could manage while slowly rolling the tip of her wet tongue over my tip and always slowing down when she felt me getting close. At one point I noticed she had her hand in her pants, so slid my hand awkwardly down to feel her. She stopped sucking me and sat up, then grabbed my wrist with sticky, stringy fingers and put it back down by side.
“Dont distract me.”
In that moment of lucidity I realized that I was being violated by this woman who was twice my age and there was nothing I could do about it. I had never been in that position before, and my mind was thoroughly blown.
After a few more moments, she wrapped that wet hand around tlmy shaft and began to pump it up and down while continuing to suck tip and caress it with her tongue from inside her mouth. I gasped and saw spots as i exploded into her mouth. I felt her mouth tighten and actually heard the loud gulping noises between her moans as she swallowed pump after pump of my cum. Every coherent thought left me as she sucked my soul out.
When I had finished. She pulled me out if her mouth and, starting at the base, firmly ran the tips of her four fingers up the entire underside of my penis to push every last drop of cum out of the still throbbing tube. She smiled and watched the last drops run down the head, then she gave me one last hard suck and swallowed it with the rest. She looked up at me and told me to come inside.
At this point in my post-orgasm clarity I was starting to feel a little gross about what was going on, but i didn’t really know where i was and our area would get services like uber for a few more years, so I decided it would be easiest to just let her do her thing to me and then take me home. So we went inside. She made us drinks and we went back to her bedroom where we were soon naked in bed, making out until i was ready to go again. I slid my hand between her legs and this time, she spread them and let me in. Her pubic hair was sparse and surprisingly smooth, and I felt my dick start to throb. I slowly slid down, kissing and licking my way down her neck, her breasts and soft round belly, then down to her thighs and moving up to her pussy. In the lamplight I could see how wet she was. Her lips were swollen and red with strings of sticky clear wetness running between them and dripping down to the sheets below. I took a deep breath and went for it, licking her clean in one slow, deliberate stroke, then wrapping my lips around her swollen clit and gently sucking while i slid my tongue in slow circles around it. I felt her hand lock around the back of my head as she pressed my mouth tighter against her and gyrated her hips as her body squirmed.
Her thighs slowly tightened around my head and began to tremble violently as she came in my mouth and I swallowed every bit of her wetness I could. Then I felt her fingers grasp me by the hair and pulled me up to her face again. After a few more pushes and shoves she was on top of me, and I was inside of her.
At this point everything became a blur. The combination of alcohol and having already cum a short time earlier meant I lasted for what seemed like forever inside of her. A blur of her alternating between holding me down by the shoulders and riding me hard, then laying her sweaty body against mine and humping me while grunting in my ear. Several times i felt her thighs tighten around my waist and spasm as she came on me, digging her nails into my chest or stuffing her tongue in my mouth. I just laid there dumbfounded by what was happening to me. This woman old enough to be my mother had sort of kidnapped me and was keeping me for sex whether I wanted it or not. And it was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced. I let her use my body over and over again, not seeming to care if I came again or not because she was going to take what she wanted. I could have stopped it, but the arousal at being the helpless object of this woman’s primal sexual fury was too oddly exciting.
This thought is ultimately what brought me to orgasm again. When she felt me start to tense up, she laid her whole sweating body down against mine and humped me as hard as she could, and placed her mouth against my neck and sucked while I throbbed inside of her.
When I had finished she climbed off of me and immediately took my cock covered in our combined fluids into her mouth, licking and sucking me clean. We quickly cleaned up amd exchanged some awkward small talk before she cordially drove me home, back to acting like the woman i had met hours before.
When i got home I fed my friends some bullshit story about running into a non-mutal friend and blocked her number. I couldnt tell them I’d been taken and force fucked by a woman more than twice my age. But to this day i still have a strange urge to relive that night. And i dont even remember her name
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