Drinking & Driving

By: John Maddux

 

 

CHAPTER 1:  A STOP BY THE BAR

 

     I sat in the bar, having a drink and watching the sots.  I usually enjoyed going to the bar when I was bored, not to drink but to watch the way people behaved when they were completely shit faced. 

     So here I sat watching people and then someone I rarely see happened in.  She was always someone who caught my attention, yet most of the men paid little to no attention to her, not until they were completely bombed.  She was not ugly at all, more your average neighborhood MILF.  Tonight she sat wearing a white and blue trimmed summer dress.  She was dark haired, about bra length hair if I remember right.  I had only seen her with it down once, maybe twice, usually keeping it rolled into a nice tight, perfectly coifed bun.  She was about 5’3, with large almond shaped brown eyes.  She wore a nice wedding set on her ring finger so I guessed she was married and from her shape she’d probably had a few kids.  I don’t mean to insinuate she was ugly or fat, no she just looked matronly.  Her face was rounded in the right places, her cheeks always rosy; her nose had an ever so small crook in it as though she might have Greek or Italian ancestry behind her.  Her breasts were the next stop on the road to sexy.  Her size lent me to suspect about a 36, their size, perhaps a B cup, although they hung about even with the middle of her bicep even with her bra on.  I figured she had breast fed more than once to gain that sexy look.  Then came her waist; her tummy sometimes became apparent when she would turn or move and her outfit would cling in the right place.  It was more that soft, graspable tummy a woman has after she’s been swollen up with babies a few times, the pudge starting just at her pubic mound.  I guessed her waist to be a 30.  Finally came what really wound me up with her, about 39 inch hips, an ass so round and ample, Jo-Lo would be jealous.  Those curvy cheeks went out roundly and then to a crease which blended into a pair of nice shapely meaty thighs a woman like her would need to tote around the weight of a couple babies. 

     She normally kept to herself, having a drink at times and others a half dozen before leaving.  Tonight she was tossing back apple martinis and cosmos.  She had downed over six so far. 

     I had followed her home a few times when she was sloshed to make sure she was okay.  Being drunk she didn’t even notice I was behind her.  She drove a maroon Pontiac Minivan.  I began to think about it… Hell yes, I wanted her! 

     I made my way outside and found her minivan unlocked, crawled into the back and ducked down, waiting for her to come out which shouldn’t be much longer.  As I lay down in the back behind the driver’s seat I noticed how loud the music actually was, I could understand the words to every song from here… Then I heard the door handle, as she dumped herself into the seat she began mumbling something about her husband and fumbled to find her keys in her purse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2: IS SHE TOO DRUNK TO REMEMBER

 

     As she sat down in the drivers seat and closed the door I reached slowly around the seat then simultaneously clamped my hand over her mouth and pressed the blade tightly to her throat while whispering in her ear "Just be quiet, relax and do as you're told and you might live to see the sunrise!"   Immediately she began weeping lightly. ”Oh no! Oh God. Please don’t hurt me, take my purse, there’s a 100 dollars in my billfold, just take it please.”   "Start the van and drive around the back of the bar."  She nodded and did as I told her.  She parked the van in the rear parking lot of the bar. 

     The music was louder back here.  The lot was dark and it made it harder to see us, although the tinted windows in the rear of the van made it impossible for anyone to see inside the back portion.   I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her from her seat pulling her to the rear bench seat in the back I sat her down on it.

     I rifled through her purse pulling out her license.  Name: Carla Jenkins, "well Mrs. Jenkins lets see what else it says."  I read through her address and then to the best part, Height: 5'2, weight: 135lbs, Age: 39.   I put her license in my pocket, threatening to find her and kill her if she told anyone about what happens. 

     I found a few pictures, thumbing through them as I found a family pic.  It was her with her husband and their 4 kids, the oldest a girl and 3 boys.

     I shoved her back onto the bench seat and slid my hand roughly up under her dress.  Sliding my hand up her supple thigh to her panties, grasping them I yanked hard tearing them off of her.  She surprised me completely as her panties came tearing off as in a desperate pleading voice she cried “Oh God yes that’s it , that’s it” and then “Oh No. please not that!”  She was very drunk and other than sobbing and some whining she was too far gone to put up much of a fight.  

     I unbuttoned the front of her dress, stopping just below her breasts.  Using the blade in my hand I slid it between the cups and sliced.   I cut the straps and tossed what was left of it onto the floor.  Her breasts swung down, sagging from the feeding of 4 children. 

     I opened my pants sliding them down I kicked my shoes off then tossed my pants aside.   She mumbled more now, groggy and most assuredly in that drunken state just before passing out. “Oh yes…yes” she cried followed by “please not like this!”  Would she even remember what I was about to do to her beautiful body?  Did she even realize who was about to fuck her?  I got the feeling at times she thought I was her husband.  I slid one thigh off the seat, letting it hang down into the floor, the other straight along the back of the bench as I got up, slid off my boxers, and leaned over her. I would make sure she remembered I would make sure she knew she had the fucking of a lifetime.

 

CHAPTER 3:  THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR TRYING TO DUI

 

     I climbed over the top of her slowly, sliding her dress up and laying it over her pudgy tummy.  Her thick hairy mound inviting me, I could see now that her pudge wasn’t limited to her tummy, her pussy lips were thick and fat also, she had an apparent camel toe. 

     I positioned my swollen, hard, precum oozing head to her fat lips, lining it up with my hand.  I pulled my body along hers, trying to invade her.  Her dry pussy lips straining to keep me out but it would do her no good.  I shoved harder and harder, the skin on my cock being stretched painfully.  It mattered not because I knew if it was hurting me this much it would guarantee she hurt even more, that in the morning she would be sore!  A fucking she wouldn’t forget! 

     I ground and ground finally forcing my cock into her inch by inch.   She grunted and moaned, her voice not much louder than a whisper, I could barely make out her pleas to stop.  ”Oh please stop!  Please, I don’t have any protection!”   Harder and harder I shoved it into her, gradually my precum began to lube her inside making the assault easier.   After a few more minutes passed she was so wet and slippery my cock found no friction in her motherly hole.   Her pussy now sloshing, making farting noises as I pounded away at her. 

     I heard her mumble something that sounded like a plea but to this day am not totally sure if it was meant the way it sounded.  It sounded like she something about being fertile, not on a pill.  Something about pulling out, perhaps I heard her call me by her husbands name once or twice during this period?  I never figured out if she thought I was her husband in her drunken state or if she simply knew she was being raped and wanted some bit of dignity by not conceiving our rape child.  None the less I was sawing in and out of her at a steady, hard pace and her pleasure or pregnancy wasn’t something I cared about.

     I began squeezing her saggy breasts pulling them downward, stretching them to make them appear even saggier.  I needed some friction to work my cock into orgasm… I wondered how her husband could continue to put children inside her as loose as she felt.

     I reached down with my hand, making a ring with my index finger and thumb around my cock just outside her fat pussy.   I began thrusting again, literally jerking myself off inside her.  I squeezed tight as I imagined how good a fuck she was before all the kids stretched her out.  I lifted her leg with my free hand from the floor, bent it at the knee and pressed it to her chest and began thrusting deeper, my head hitting her cervix, ramming it hard, bruising it as I felt myself nearing orgasm. “Oh my Go No, please don’t cum sir, pull out. Please, I beg you, I’ll suck you Sir, just please Don’t cum down there, Please!” she wailed desperately. 

     Seconds later I began pumping my seed into her womb, I held myself in her deeply, feeling her cervix against my head as my seed raced into her womb.  Once more she mewed and begged me not to cum inside her through her groggy drunken state but it did her no good… if there was an egg in her I hoped my seed would find it!

     I sat down in the floor of the van, exhausted from defiling this drunken beauty.  Minutes passed as I caught my breath and admired her sexy body, legs spread, and her fat pussy leaking my seed.  The sight aroused me anew and I had to have more of her.

     I flipped her over, her one leg in the floor the other along the seat still.  This time I pulled her dress up and laid it over the small of her back.  I caressed and fondled her plump ass, admiring how it felt in my hands, not flabby and sloppy but firm and round!  Her hips were nice and wide, I knew they were going to make perfect fuck handles as I knelt down behind her. 

     I pulled her dress down a little and used it to dry her ass crack off, then dried off my cock.  I was gonna dry rape her ass and make sure she was still sore when she woke up!  I climbed up over her, grasping my cock in my hand as I pressed it against her puckered backside.  Her ass so round, a guy could fuck the crevice between her cheeks and enjoy himself as though his cock were perched between to round breasts.

     I shoved forward, the little bit of precum oozing from the tip serving as her only respite.   As I ground my cock and shoved it at her hole over and over, trying to get it to go in, the dab of precum allowed me to finally work the head into her.  ”Oh No, not that, I have never done this! Please leave me my dignity, don’t fuck me like some cheap whore!”   As the head went in I gripped her hips, digging in my nails as I tried to draw blood I held her so tight.

     Using her wide fuck handles as leverage I rammed her over and over, harder and harder.  The tip broke her open, she grunted and whimpered up to this point, then with the head prying her open and paving the way the shaft began its ascent.  I jerked her so hard her lower body lifted from the seat as I shoved my cock forward. She squealed with an almost animal like cry of pain and desperation, her breath coming in short gasps.  ”Oh….it hurts….no more…..oh no, no more.”

     She moaned out louder, repeating about being about a virgin to this, pleading drunkenly as I forced myself deeper and deeper, trying not to pull it back even the slightest bit as I forced more inside her.   By the time I managed to get just over half my cock in her I felt her becoming wetter. 

     I knew I had already cum so it couldn’t be from just my precum, I must have torn her insides open.  I continued deeper until I was nestled firmly against her round cheeks. I ground myself inside her, stretching her and tearing her open more. 

     I had no doubt now she was going to be crying when she went to the bathroom in the morning.  I began to thrust into her slow and hard.  I changed angles every so many strokes, to aim it at different places inside her.  I wanted to tear her in as many angles and places as possible!  I wanted the neighbors to hear her cry when she sat on the toilet in the morning!

     Thanks to my previous orgasm I lasted a lot longer this time.  I worked her over for a little over 20 minutes, and when I felt my orgasm build I knew it was going to be a heavy one.  I began grunting as I picked up speed.  Her moans now were quiet, her hands moved about but her body was motionless, her voice muted, a few times I jerked her hair and lifted her head just to make sure she wasn’t unconscious.  She was awake, barely, but she just lay there, just accepting her new found role in pleasuring men. 

     I spread her cheeks wide so I could get even deeper, "I am going to enjoy cumming in this hole of yours Carla, I bet a nice demure housewife like you has never had her hole filled like this!"   She moaned for me to”Please stop, I can’t take any more” barely audible, but I had no intention of stopping!

     A couple minutes later I began pulling all the way out and shoving it as far into her as I could get it.  I spread her cheeks wide allowing me deeper access, then I held her tightly and pulled her to me as I began spraying inside her, warm sticky jets of my cum filling her precious backside!  I came harder than the first time, the foul mixture of fluids over filling her hole and seeping out onto her thighs and then down her pussy and onto the front of her dress.  I collapsed onto her as my body jerked and shuttered and spasmed, waiting for every drop to invade this beautiful married mother’s most treasured hole.  I pulled out of her and grabbed my clothes.  Before I put them on I pulled the pins from her hair and used her soft long dark hair to wipe my slime covered cock off. 

     Feeling sorry for her I drove her just down the street from her house, parked the van and got out.  Having wiped down all my fingerprints from the inside and outside I walked back and got my truck. 

     I never heard anything about it on the news so she probably never figured out she was raped.  She more than likely figured she got drunk and fucked some guy in her van sharing some responsibility in the event.  I never learned whether or not her husband found out about what had happened but I can guarantee she knew someone had fucked her and fucked her hard!!  I saw her a few weeks later inside having a drink but shortly after she stopped coming in.

     Curious as to why I drove by her house every once in a while and one day caught sight of her.  It was 7 months after our little date and her belly was swollen out with yet another baby.  Sure it could have been her husbands but I like to imagine its mine.  Maybe one day I will ask her about it, mentioning a drunken romp we shared at the bar one night in her van and see if she knows who it belongs to.  Maybe I will simply revel in the fact another mans wife had my child behind his back and he’s raising a kid that’s not even his thanks to his whore of a wife!