Ray's Bar and Grill


Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, BiSexual, True Story, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: True Sex Story: This story is absolutely true. It happened like I'm telling it. Did I embellish it a bit for story? Sure, but the essentials are real. When I think about this incident, I think about when I used to go to "Ray's Bar and Grill"

This story is absolutely true. It happened like I'm telling it. Did I embellish it a bit for story? Sure, but the essentials are real. When I think about this incident, I think about when I used to go to

I was about 25/6 at the time. Lived in a major city, in an old neighborhood like one that you might see in a film. The kind with sixty to eighty year old, two and three storied brick and asphalt shingled homes on long streets, shaded by thirty and forty foot trees that started out as sticks when the homes were new. The ones that had the little neighborhood bars where "everybody knows your name." Except on Saturday nights. I used to go to one at the end of my street. Ray's Bar and Grill. Didn't go often; newly married, wife not into dingy little bars; you know, the ones with greasy hamburgers and ice in the urinals. But I would go now and again for a beer and a burger, and to piss on the floor after one too many.

Not long after I married, I was in a motorcycle accident. Riding along a dirt road bordering a farmer's field, my front wheel crashed through a rain weakened culvert, throwing me over the handlebars. I concussed, fractured six or seven ribs and two vertebrae, powdered a 1 inch section of collarbone, broke both thumbs, etc, etc ... even after several months, I was in pain a great deal. That didn't keep me from sex; my son was conceived during this time. After she got pregnant though, my wife was continuously so sick that THEN my sex life suffered. One night while she went to house sit her parent's home for the weekend, I went down to Ray's Bar and Grill and ran into some people I knew marginally. Well the party was goin' good and about midnight a bunch of us were invited to the home of one of the revelers that I didn't know. The people seemed cool, and, despite being in pain a good bit, I decided to go. A party store nearby supplied the necessary, and we adjourned to a house about two long blocks from my own.

At the house party, I drank more than I needed what with pain killers and all. Started chatting up a knockout little girl while sittin' on the sofa. As the party shrank down, I was having a really unexpected success with this woman (she was wayyyy out of my league, and I knew it ... figured well, hell, the sun even shines on a dog's ass once in a while, so might as well go with it!) We'd been getting progressively more touchy feely as the drinks kicked in and before lone I was necking with this gorgeous youngster. SHE had placed my hands under her loose blouse and bra, and she'd been fishin' around in the front of my denims, despite the fact that there were others in the room. She didn't seem that drunk, she just seemed like she refused to believe that these people had any right to censure her ... and at the time, was I gonna disagree? Sheeeitt! She might have been twenty, but no more, with an exceedingly pretty face, a knockout figure, (I'm not kidding when I say she was way out of my league; she was a stunner) and a give-a-fuck attitude that was startin' to grow on me. Well as time passed, one thing led to another and we got real friendly, and lay down on the couch. After a bit, she complained that it was too warm, winked, and just hiked up her skirt a bit, unzipped my trou, pulled her panties to the side, and we were, um, kind a discreetly fuckin' on the living room couch as partiers came and went.

Now, my wife (I know I'm a dog, but hell, I hadn't had more 'na hand job or two in more than six weeks on account of her being nauseous all of the time.) had a nice pussy. It was pretty; not one of those big lipped floppy cunts that look like a side of beef that's been stove open with a cleaver, but a pretty tight lipped, sweet smellin', slippery when wet, (and it was wet a lot until lately) slit that she kept neatly trimmed and was fairly tight for a twenty six year old, who came of age in the 'sixties. But this little girl that was trying to give me a tonsillectomy with her tongue, was tighter than six toes in a sock! I could feel the ridges in her cunt rubbing the top of the ridge around the head of my cock. She was hotter 'n a wood stove, puffin' like a steam engine, and I was doin' my best to oblige. BUT; we couldn't move much, on account of we had to pretend we weren't fuckin' on the sofa of the living room in someone's house, just like the other partiers had to pretend that they didn't know what we were doin'. If we kept our motions to a minimum, everyone could go on pretendin'. Kinda like we pretend we believe what a politician is sayin' and he/ she pretends that they give a shit whether we do or not.

Now, despite me being harder than Chinese arithematic, and hornier than a three peckered billy goat, I couldn't get my rocks off; each time I'd get close, the movement required to put me over the top would cause me so much pain that I would have to stop ... she liked it, as I'm sure that she climaxed a dozen times or more, whispering " oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me ... oh yeah, cowboy, do it some more ... oh sugar, that feels so good" until she passed out. I was laying there in a stupor when the guy who owned the place came out (all other guests finally having left, and left us to our devices) and said something like, "Shit, Jan, right here? Man, whatja wantta do that for? That's my girlfriend!" I almost shit, but he was cool, (read: verrrry verrry drunk) and she came to telling him, "Hey, it's alright, he's good ... you'll like him." Well I was sitting up now and he walked away, and she grabbed me by the arm and said somethin' like, "C'mon, I got to make him happy too." "What the hell?" I thought, but I followed her to her (his?) bedroom, and she stripped and started to strip him.

"This is way to much!" I thought. But as I started to turn to leave, she said, "No, stay; we like to play together, it's cool." I didn't know what she meant but she was suckin' his meat like there was no tomorrow, and I was wired: I hadn't been able to bust a nut while fuckin' her for the better part of an hour out of the last three! So, I watched as she knelt at his feet and started suckin' him off. She swapped his cock for two of the fingers on her right hand and while slow stroking his firm tool, and lookin' me right in the eye, started a sexy little tease with her fingers goin' in and out of her mouth slowly, and suggestively. Her eyes glinting with repressed humour, she then slid those to fingers in her fat little pussy, and while watching me for my reaction, she stuffed his prick back in her mouth and went back to suckin' his dick while friggin' her outrageously beautiful pussy. She signed to me to get undressed, so I did, with the numerous straps and braces that held me together quickly becoming apparent. Didn't bother her; she took my hand and put it on her (very nice) tits and started to stir her little honey pot really good. "Hell, why not?" This wasn't my first time in a trio, though the others I'd been in had been FMF. But even though I was only a block from where my wife and I lived, I decided to go for it. I lay down on the floor with my head between her lovely thighs as she sucked his crank, and as she lowered her torso I began to lick her soaking cunt. Well this turned the guy on, and he began to groan, and talk shit, like, "Oh yeah, suck that pussy, eat her fucking cunt! Get that pussy ready for my big man meat." This was all talk; he was not as long as me, and I ain't but right at average sized. Besides that, he was about as big around as my thumb ... looked like a bean stalk. Nevertheless, this was makin' him hot, as his girlfriend got her lil' cookie nibbled by a near stranger, and he got his schlong sucked by her. She was starting to DRIP, BIG TIME, into my mouth, and it was kinda good for me because I was layin' on the floor without moving, so, NO PAIN!

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