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Chapter 10 - Ringing In The New Year At The Four Sisters Saloon
Well, Mother Nature dealt a severe blow to the party we were to host on New Year's Eve. A foot and a half of snow combined with winds well over 30 M.P.H. kept the guest list to a minimum. We had maybe 10 folks in all who were part of the booked party. Fortunately, we had a few truckers who were stranded by the storm so it wasn't a complete loss. Still, it was a very subdued party to say the least. It broke up not too long after 1 A.M. and I closed the bar. I let the truckers stay in the lot overnight, it's not like I needed the parking spots anyway. I left for home with Cindy and her sisters. I'd like to tell you that it was a nice quiet evening at home, but then I'd be lying straight to your face. Things got much more interesting once we got home.
The ladies headed upstairs to change and I got a nice, warm fire started in the fireplace. I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of wine and four glasses for my wife and her sisters. Me? I poured myself a Jack and Coke and settled down on the floor. I put on the TV and watched Dick Clark count down to New Year's (probably for the 4th time by the time we saw it) Ain't satellite TV just the greatest? A few minutes later, Cindy came down the stairs; naked as the day she was born.
I just smiled to myself. This was going to be one hell of a New Year's Eve after all. Cindy came over and sat near me, on the couch. I turned to talk to her and she just spread her legs and smiled.
"Like what you see sailor?"
When I moved to get between her legs, she teasingly closed them. "No, no, no. Not yet my love"
"Come on baby, you're driving me nuts here" I whined.
"Too bad. The girls and I have decided all for one and one for all. You'll just have to wait."
I pouted and turned back to the TV. "Crazy bitches" I mumbled to myself.
Luckily, I didn't have long to wait. My three beautiful, loving sister in laws came marching down the stairs. Holy crap! I was sincerely hoping I wasn't asleep and dreaming. Down came the three sisters dressed in their very best lingerie.
There was tall, tanned and busty Carla dressed in blue. Her gorgeous breasts pushed up and out by the half-cup bra she was wearing. Her breasts wobbled delightfully as she made her way down the stairs.
Following Carla was Amy. Oh, sweet, wonderful Amy. She was wearing a fire engine red camisole and matching panties. The camisole fit her taut, toned body perfectly. Her nipples poked through the silky material and made my mouth water.
Last, but definitely not least, was Fran. Fran's alabaster skin was in stark contrast to the black teddy she was wearing. A pair of tap pants and thigh high stockings completed her outfit.
The three of them stood in line in front of me and posed and preened. They taunted me without mercy, asking me which one I liked the best.
"Come on now Tommy, you KNOW you like my big ol' titties!" Announced Carla as she squeezed her shoulders together.
"No, it's gotta be my tight ass and hard body!" Amy chimed in, as she bent over and proceeded to stick her ass in my face.
"Oh, I'm so sorry girls, it's must be my smooth, white skin" Fran quickly added.
"Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?" added Cindy. "Besides, he married me!"
"Well, I, um, you see..." I stuttered as I watched them brazenly display themselves.
"Hmm, seems we have someone who can't make up his mind," laughed my wife. "Guess we'll have to get him to make up his mind, eh girls?"
With that, the lights went out. I quickly found myself blindfolded and being led upstairs to the bedroom.
"Now, no peeking and to be sure of a fair fight, they'll be no feeling either!" With that statement from Amy, my hands were tied to the bedposts. "Now, just relax and enjoy the ride!"
I could hear the rustling of clothes being discarded and some quiet whispering as the ladies got naked in a hurry.
"Now, let's see if our dear Tommy can tell us apart!" Exclaimed Fran as the ladies spelled out the rules and got down to business.
My first test was to tell them apart by kiss only. The girls took turns kissing me lightly and then asked me to list them in the order that they kissed me. I couldn't do it, not even close. With each wrong answer, there was some laughter and some type of device was attached to my balls.
"Oh dear Tommy, you're gonna have to do better than that." Carla said as I felt the device tighten a bit. "Much better if you don't want your nuts to be crushed."
Okay, I have very sensitive balls and I was worried the poor little fellas were in for it. My cock however, was very into it. I felt myself get harder as the ladies once again kissed me. This time, I got a little longer kiss and was able to guess one out of the four.
"Lucky guess." My wife sounded disappointed. "However, since there's so few of us, I get to stay in the game."
"Hey, that's not fair!" I exclaimed as I felt someone play with my balls.
"We're in charge now bossman, so just deal with it!" Fran exclaimed, as she tugged on my nut sack.
"Hey! Easy with that sweetie!" I answered nervously.
Fran just giggled and we went back to the game. The next sets of kisses were spiced up with some tongue. I got extremely lucky and guess all four correctly.
"Hey, don't I get some pressure released?" I asked.
The women just laughed and together said, "NO!"
The next contest was for me to guess who was jerking me off. I'm starting to like this, I thought to myself. Well, I thought that until I realized that by them jerking me off, my balls were under increasing pressure. I felt hands touch my cock and playfully stroke me. The hands were rather small so I quickly guessed Amy, who had the smallest hands. I heard a groan and realized I had guessed right!
The next sets of hands were rougher, both in texture and in the way I was stroked. I hesitated before guessing, mostly because I was enjoying the stroking motion. I then felt someone start to play with my balls. It was Amy. I could tell by the way she gently touched them. Back to the hands, whose were they? I was leaning towards Carla, only because I know she likes to play roughly with me from time to time, but then again, Fran and Cindy like to tug me rather roughly from time to time. Decisions, decisions.
I blurted out, "Fran" and was immediately rewarded with a tightening of the ball restraint.
"Hahahahahahaha, wrong! This is getting to be fun Cindy!" Amy chortled.
My balls, although uncomfortable, were not in danger, yet. The ladies regrouped and the cock stroking began again. This time, I guess Cindy and was correct. She has this way of twisting her hand at the head of my cock that drives me absolutely insane. I felt my balls tighten again, although this time from pleasure. I was able to successfully guess the next set of hands and we moved on to the next game.
I could hear some discussion going on but nothing concrete. The girls excused themselves but soon were back.
"Okay, next game. This time, you have to guess the pussy."
"This'll be easy. You're not all the same down there."
"Oh no? Guess again!"
I heard my beard trimmer start up and realized that they were shaving themselves down!
"Hey! No fair!" I laughed.
"All's fair in love and war baby." Fran said quickly. "Especially in love!"
Soon, the clippers stopped and I felt someone get on the bed near my head. I didn't have time to adjust before a very wet, and very shaved pussy was placed on my face.
"Guess who!" Cindy said.