Archive-name: 3plus/glassbar.txt

Archive-author: Lisa Burns

Archive-title: Glass Bar, The





     In 1967 Columbus, Ohio was still a relatively boring place to live. 

It has since grown amazingly into a thriving metropolis with fine

restaurants, night life and a great deal of diversity.  In 1967, however,

the Ohio State campus was the only place in town where there was any

excitement and that excitement, in my opinion, was too loud and raucous. 

The bars had the music systems turned up so loud you had to shout at the

person next to you to carry on even a few scraps of conversation.  The

quiet bars there were dull ones, usually frequented by older, local folk.

     I have never been a real "drinker" anyway.  I don't like beer and

like dry, white wines but one glass at a time.  Daquiris and other drinks

with gin are nice if sweetened but they can disorient me pretty quickly. 

A nice bar, however, can give me access to one pleasure.  I like watching

people.  At a mall, I take a break from shopping to watch people and can

become entranced.  But people at a bar are far more interesting to watch.

     About three or four miles from the Ohio State campus, where my fiance

(now my husband) was going to school at the time, was a bar called The

Glass Bar.  We had gone there together and I had enjoyed it.  Not only

was there an interesting diversity of people there to watch but it was

well-lit and the music was played softly.  People actually danced there, too.

      One night, Bob and I had gone out and I had driven to meet him.  At

about midnight, after our date, I was driving toward home up the business

thoroughfare and was nearing the location of the Glass Bar.

     I had been raised in a semi-religious family and am of Scot-Irish

extraction.  I was taught not to drink *ever*, not even a drop.  Bob had

loosened me up on that and other matters.  Still, I was a young, 21 year

old prim and proper girl with red hair and looked more like a "good girl"

than one who would go into a bar alone.  That fact probably gave me the

feeling of safety to do it.  Yes, I'd go in there and order a Daquiri or a

Gin and Tonic and watch people.

     As I walked into the bar, I noticed that the limited number of tables

were occupied but there were some seats at the bar.  I spotted one bar

stool near the back where I could sit and watch people from a fairly good

vantage point and so went there and ordered my drink.

     When my drink arrived I swiveled my stool enough to be able to look

around toward the front and behind me and I sipped.  Next to me was a

woman who appeared to be five to ten years older than me.  Next to her was

the man she was with and he looked to be at least 35 (an *older* guy :)

     After several minutes, the woman next to me looked my direction and

asked me if I was alone.  I told her I was.  She was very friendly and

asked me my name and then introduced herself, her boyfriend (the older

guy) and then a younger guy on the next stool further away.  I will assign

them the names of Sally, her boyfriend John and the younger guy Jim...I

have long since forgotten their names.

    Sally and I talked for some time and she told me about how her

boyfriend and her were going to get married soon and where they were going

to go on their honeymoon.  It was somewhere exotic.  We talked about other

things and her boyfriend, John, joined in the discussion from time to time

and seemed like a nice guy too.  Their friend, Jim, was just busy drinking.

     John was not the kind of guy I would have thought of as being

attractive.  He was not fat or ugly but besides being "older" he also

looked just a little rough around the edges.  Well worn.  Devious.  Sally

was a tall girl, I suppose 5'11" or taller and a natural blonde and

attractive.  She was very well built and proportioned for her height.

     After a lot of friendly conversation I was just thinking of leaving

soon.  At that time, John leaned forward and looked around Sally and asked

me if I'd mind going to his place with him, Sally and Jim.  He had booze

at the apartment and I'd be welcome to join them there.  My first instinct

was to say no, of course, but I had already "stretched" my

good-little-girl image just coming in here alone.  I was on a roll.  Plus,

these were nice people I could trust.  Probably nothing would "happen" and

if it did...well...

     I followed them in my car and we drove north toward the city limits

and the apartment complex was so near my home I felt comfortable with

being there.  They were nice apartments.  The four of us entered John's

apartment and sat down in his living room area and talked.  John poured

some drinks and we were there about thirty minutes when John and Sally

excused themselves and walked together to a hallway which went to a

bedroom, I was sure.  Hmmmmmmm.....

     I was alone with Jim.  Jim had been quiet, which might have been

his usual nature or might not have been.  He was drunk.  I could tell he

could not focus his mind on anything.  I had felt the same way myself

before and felt a little sorry for him.

     The television was on and we watched something stupid for a while and

I felt Jim's arm slide over my shoulders and I scrunched down in the couch

a little to make it more comfortable for him.  He mumbled something and I

looked at him and his eyes were unfocused.  He wanted to do something.  I

leaned toward him to kiss him and he folded backward onto the couch and I

was on top of him.  I don't think he meant to lay back like that but his

motor skills were obviously impaired.  I became curious whether any other

skills were also impaired.

     Since I was laying on top of him and he couldn't fall back any

further, I kissed him.  He smelled like whiskey and he weakly kissed back.

His hands groped clumsily on my back and I could tell he was not going to

be a real sexpot.  I decided to rape him.

     The bed was squeaking in the next room and so I knew John and Sally

were busy.  I worked up a sweat taking the clothes off of Jim with little

help from him because he was semi-conscious.  As I removed his underwear I

saw that I had some work to do.  He was as limp as a cooked noodle.  I

tried working him up by hand but wasn't getting anywhere and so I put my

mouth around him and began to suck and lubricate and go up and down his

soft shaft.  He was slowly coming to life and I removed my own clothes and

then continued.  It took quite a while but eventually he was as hard as he

was going to get.  He was only dimly aware what was going on but was

moaning either in ecstacy or drunkenness as I swung over top of him and

placed his rigid cock into my pussy.  He lay there motionless as I used

his stiff tool to please myself.  I was surprised that I could get as

aroused as I was without any active assistance on his part but there was a

sick thrill, perhaps, in "raping" him and using his tool.  I caressed my

own tits and nipples.  While riding him, I fingered my own clitoris and as

my level of arousal arose I jammed him deeper and deeper.  The feelings of

arousal were aided by a light anger at him for not even noticing.  It was

a vengeance fuck and I was going to take him.

     After some time of humping him faster and harder and getting more and

more a thrill out of being angry, I began to feel the electric surges

begin, starting in my thighs and also deep inside my pussy and going out

to the top of my head, the ends of my fingers and the soles of my feet.  I

was catching my breath and screaming, perhaps very loudly and trembling in

an extremely satisfying orgasm when I was startled beyond belief.

     I had forgotten where I was and who I was with.  I was in someplace

without time or geography.  I was both blind and deaf.  My fair skin was

blotchy with red spots from arousal and my legs and feet were still

shaking with the tremors of orgasm when I was shocked into reality by

something.  John and Sally were standing inches away from me, behind the

back of the couch, applauding.  They were both clapping and John was

whistling.  I was shocked into a coldness which filled me.  I looked down

at Jim and he was asleep.

     "Great performance, Lisa!", chuckled John.

     "Yeah, we were hoping Jim would get laid sometime," said Sally, "but

our efforts up until now have been in vain!"

     I had regained my senses and felt very awkward kneeling over Jim with

his cock stuffed into me, butt naked and I looked down at Jim.  He

appeared to be sound asleep.

     "It is too bad he wasn't here to enjoy it", I added, still a little

shaky.

     "Lisa," said John, "come in here with us.  We are not tired or

drunk.  We are having a great time in here.  Join us?"

     I could feel a giant tingle in my tummy and it had nothing to do with

the crashing orgasm I had just experienced nor with the probably eight

ounces of gin and tonic I had drunk the whole evening.  It had to do with

fear and excitement and adventure.

     "Sure!"

     Inside the bedroom the lights were on and very bright.  On the bed

the sheets, covers and pillows were strewn and messed up.  Even the bottom

fitted sheet had been yanked out of its corners and the mattress showed.

     John continued, "We just thought that maybe you and Jim would 'hit

it off' but weren't sure until your screams drowned out all the noise we

were making in here!"

     "And I knew John was too drunk to be of much assistance," added

Sally, "and so I hope you don't mind that extreme curiosity got the best

of us."

     All three of us were naked.  Sally and John sat down on the bed about

three feet apart from each other and Sally smiled at me and patted the

edge of the bed between them.  "You seem scared," she observed.

     "I've never done this before," I added, probably a bit demurely.

     "It won't hurt," joked John.

     I sat down between them and they both gently caressed me as the three

of us remained in a seated position at the edge of the bed.  John was

caressing my back and breasts gently and Sally was caressing my thighs.  I

wondered what would happen next.

     It was Sally who made the first move.  She got off the edge of the

bed and knealt down in front of me, spreading my thighs apart.  John

stopped caressing me and watched as Sally placed her head slowly toward my

red pubic patch and I could hear him gasp as she reached my pussy with her

lips and looked up at me with beautiful eyes.  I spread my legs wider and

she began to lick the outer folds of my pussy.  After awhile she was

licking inside and then deeper and deeper.  As she began to bring me to

arousal I laid back on the bed because it almost felt like her tongue was

going so deep that I would inhibit its penetration by being in a sitting

position.  So I laid back and wanted her tongue to go deeper and deeper

into my cavity...into my body...deeeeep.

     Soon I was squirming and Sally had her arms and hands wrapped around

my thighs to keep me from flying away from her mouth.  I looked up and

John was still sitting there next to me looking back upon me and at Sally

eating me.  He had a very satisfied smile on his face.

     "Oh, come here," I begged him, "come over me and let me eat you."

     He crawled over the top of me until his hard dick was swaying in the

breeze above my nose.  I grabbed it with one hand and jammed it into my

mouth and while Sally ate me I ate him

     Soon I could feel my second orgasm of the evening coming on.  At the

same time John was moaning pretty loudly and I could feel the "tension" in

his dick which I knew meant that he was close too.  At about the same

instant we came together.  Spurts of warm cum went down my throat and that

was not only the first time I had tasted it but also, because of my own

breathing spasms in the midst of my own orgasm, I feared it would choke me

and so I pulled him out of my mouth and turned my head to the side,

choking and spitting the foaming cum at the same time as having my own

orgasm.  It was one of the rare times that I was "conscious" of my orgasm.

The conscious effort to keep from choking awoke me in the middle of it and

I looked down with blurry vision as Sally was still licking as my legs

were stiff and extended over the edge of the bed, shaking violently.  The

whole bed was shaking and, somewhat to my surprise, I was causing it.

     John had slid away and was laying on the bed groaning, still in

orgasm, I guess.  All three of us then layed together on the bed and Sally

took a corner of a pillow case and wiped the cum from my face and mouth

and then she kissed me.  She kissed me deeply and it suddenly hit me, the

oddity of kissing a woman.  As she kissed I noticed that her kiss was

tender.  It was the kind of kiss a woman would invent as a preference for

herself.

     "Oh," I said to Sally, "you haven't cum yet.  Can I help you?"

     "Oh, yeah, do you think you can eat me?"

     She laid on her back and I placed myself between her legs and began. 

I had never seen a woman's pussy before from this vantage point.  I

marveled at the beauty and ugliness at the same time.  The little inner

lips pouting out from inside the bigger, outer lips and the little

clitoris bud hidden between the folds at the top.  I started my licking

the clitoris gently and pulling on it with suction on my lips and popping

it out and releasing it like a little rubber band to pop back. After

alternating the licking and popping for just a few minutes Sally began to

grind her hips and rotate her ass.  I took a free hand and pressed it

gently against her asshole and then slightly inside and her grinding and

rotating became wilder.

     I had totally forgotten about John until he placed the palms of his

hands on the sides of my hips and guided his dick deep into my pussy

doggie style.  Sally was now arching her back and bucking like a horse

in a stall.  Her butt was flying off the bed and slamming back deep into

the mattress making it very difficult for me to keep my tongue in place. 

My arms were wrapped around her thighs and so I cupped my hands over the

top of them and her hips to steady her and jammed my tongue as deep as it

would go and alternated licking her clitoris.  As she was bounding about

she was making screams low in her throat, almost like an animal sound.  As

I licked I looked up and over her belly and large breasts which were

heaving and between the mounds of her breasts her head was leaning up

against the headboard and her normally pretty face was contorted.  Her

eyes were stretched wide open but they were turned inward or upward and

only the whites of her eyes could be seen.  Her jaw was stretched as wide

open as it could be with her mouth forming a large oval and her tongue was

curved upward and outward inside her mouth.  Saliva was dripping down from

the corner of her mouth uncontrollably and with each jump of her body her

head banged against the headboard.

     The whole experience of her orgasm is as fresh in my mind as if it

had happened yesterday.  I was spellbound with the excitement of

experiencing the orgasm from outside my own body.  I wondered if I

responded the same ways because I had always been curious what had taken

place during those dark, silent and breathless moments of my own orgasms. 

Now I was seeing it firsthand, just as the men I had fucked had seen me. 

It was grotesque but very beautiful.  It caused me to try as hard as I

could to bring her over that "edge" which I enjoyed and anticipated and

had developed an almost constant yearning for.

     I was busy watching her orgasm and tasting her juices when I felt my

own begining.  John had been pumping me from behind and the pace had

picked up considerably.  As he smacked his groin against my butt, each

thrusting stroke forced my face deeper into Sally's crotch and, as a

result, my tongue deeper into her cunt.  In a way, I felt like a battering

ram which John was using to drive into her.

     Finally, after much time, I lost track of Sally's orgasm because I

was in the midst of my own.  John had straightened up and placed his hands

on my feet which were pointed into the air on either side of him and he

did something with his thumbs into my arches which sent a million volts of

sexual electricity surging upward to my torso and the orgasm I experienced

was like a nuclear bomb and lasted so long that by the time I "came to"

and was finishing my involuntary spasms in my legs, feet and torso, John

and Sally were seated together beside me, watching as an audience.  So I

don't know how long I had been spastic.  My husband and I have videotaped

some of our sex to view for our own entertainment and that is the only

time I have ever seen the nature and extent of my own orgastic reactions.

But in 1967, it was all new to me and Sally's orgasm was the closest thing

I would ever see to my own orgasms for years to come.

     When I was done flopping like a freshly caught fish on their bed,

John and Sally laid down with me and the three of us "cooled down".  I

could see by a clock in the bedroom that it was 3:00 am and in a few hours

I would be up getting ready for work.

     "Mmmmm, I hate to go, but I have to be at work in the morning"

     "So do we, but I think we could go the rest of the night and just pay

for it tomarrow!", Sally smiled.

     "You are a hot young lady," John said, "Just how old are you?"

     "Twenty one."

     "Well, if you must go, then you must," said Sally, "but I do hope

you'll come back again or meet us at the Glass Bar.  We go there often."

     Now, when I am in Columbus, Ohio and am driving or riding up

Olentangy River Road, I always look for the Glass Bar on the east side of

the road and it hasn't been there for years.  In fact, I have forgotten

which building it was to know whether it is a bar or not.  It was one of

Bob's favorite places too and he has mentioned it as we have driven up

that road and I usually say, "Yeah, it's a shame it is gone...we had some

good times there didn't we?"

     "Yeah," he says.  But he has never known that my mental image of a

good time there consists of Sally's face staring sightless at me through

her well-formed breasts and over her flat belly.



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