Becoming the Storm
21 Bardstown
THE REST OF THE WEEK was pretty calm—if you can call making sure that I made love to every one of my cónyuge calm. And Nikki. And Angela. And Lexi, Judy, and Amber. Crap! And Sandy. I think I spent the entire week just crawling from pussy to pussy.
Lionel and the men’s basketball team were nationally ranked after beating Butler and Colorado in their holiday tournament. I was invited back to Theresa and Larry’s Wednesday to help celebrate Dawn’s twenty-third birthday. As soon as Ellie was asleep, Larry and Theresa headed to their bedroom and left me to help Dawn out a little. Well, a lot. Even though we hadn’t made a big deal about fooling around, we had certainly engaged on a few occasions. And, gee! It was her birthday. You can’t send a girl to bed horny and frustrated on her birthday. I had to admit, even thinking about seeing Dawn in her orange stretch pants the first time I met her gave me a boner. This time, Dawn had a good use for it.
And then Thursday, I went with the triplets to Louisville for a party with their parents—and, I discovered, a whole lot more. We no sooner arrived at their house in the afternoon than we were all hustled out to head for Bardstown. Big signs as you approach Bardstown announce that you have just entered the Bourbon Capital of the World. And I guess they are right. Kentucky Bourbon, Four Roses Bourbon, Maker’s Mark, Jim Beam… Going through town is like going down the liquor aisle at the drug store. And, of course, Triple Crown Bourbon. Not only was Bart the master distiller, he actually did own the company. It doesn’t take all that many people to run a distillery, I guess. Bart said he only had twenty employees. The party was for his employees and their families. As soon as we got to the hotel—the General Nelson Inn—Bart grabbed me and took me to ‘his still.’ He gave me a tour and once he was in his environment, he lost most of his backwoodsy persona and gave me a really good rundown on the process from selecting the grain to casking and bottling. It was pretty cool and Bart mentioned that his business was a natural for a chemist. In fact, that was what he’d majored in when he was in college. Man! What you learn.
We went back to the inn to dress for dinner. I had to remind myself to find out who the heck General Nelson was. Turns out he was one of four union officers from Kentucky who was promoted to General during the Civil War. When I read the little historical brochure about the 300-pound gorilla, I wasn’t surprised that Bart had chosen this inn for his company party.
I picked up the key to my room and wasn’t completely surprised to find three girls dressing for dinner. At least I assumed they were going to dress. They were applying makeup and working on each other’s hair. None of them had clothes on. In the room was one king-size bed. When she saw me, Dani squealed and ran to me. She started immediately removing my clothes and in a couple seconds, we were hugging and running our hands all over each other. I looked her in the eye and she changed the nature of our game when she kissed me. Our petting was calming. Our kissing was exciting. I rose between us and Dani panted against my neck.
“Sweetheart, what is it you want to have happen tonight?” I asked. “You know I love you and I’m not interested in sex with your sisters.”
“Not interested or just not willing?” Dani giggled. “I know, Brian. And as far as what I want to happen, well, if you really need to put this into a pussy tonight, I’d prefer it was mine. Not that you have to, but just that if you do…”
“Dani, I know we’re going to make love. I’d rather it was when just the two of us were together. I don’t know when. I just know we’re going to be there when the time is right. We’re having fun the way it is and I’m not in a hurry. I want to know that when we make love, it’s something that will last for a very long time. Dani, I’m talking years and years, not hours,” I said.
“You make me so happy, Brian. It’s not like it’s that important a thing. Whenever it feels right to you—to us—we’ll just do it. Telling me it’s for years thrills me,” she said. We kissed again. “But seriously. Wouldn’t you like to do a taste test and see if we’re really identical? It’s a party and we’ve got this lovely big bed to come back to.” We kissed again and I let my fingers slide between her legs. Dani moaned as I stroked her. I tasted my fingers.
“I think I should explain the rules to your sisters,” I whispered.
“Like you just showed me,” she whispered back. She grinned. “Debbie, help me with this, please,” she called. Her sister poked her head out of the bathroom and Dani waved my cock at her. Debbie was by our side in a flash. I seriously don’t believe she touched the floor between the bathroom and the bed. I pulled Debbie into my arms and kissed her. She was immediately grinding her pussy against my cock and with the difference in our heights, she could have gotten it into her with a little effort. I got my hand between her legs and started playing in her juices as I whispered to her.
“Fingers, lips, tongues. Even my toes if you want them. But no fucking. Understood?” She moaned into my mouth as she kissed me again. She nodded.
“Dolly, honey,” Debbie called. “There’s more than I can handle alone.” I pulled my fingers from her pussy and licked them as Dolly came out of the bathroom. Her eyes got wide as she saw Debbie stroking my cock. I held open my arms and she came flying into them. After we kissed intently and I fingered her close to orgasm, I gave her the same instructions. She nodded.
“Can we do it now?” she asked.
“It would mess up your hair and makeup, and dinner is in twenty minutes. I need to shower, shave, and dress before we go meet your parents’ guests.” I licked my fingers. “But I definitely intend to taste this from the source.” I pulled all three girls into a hug, kissed each, and headed for the shower.
The party was really fun. I guess all the New Year’s Eve parties I’d ever been to were segregated by generation. All the parties at the Gordons’ had been ‘us kids’ in the basement and ‘the adults’ upstairs. In a way, I think we all still thought that way. But the Triple Crown holiday bash was everyone together. Including some little ones who were running all over trying to stay awake until midnight. There were three babysitters on duty, but they were mostly on standby to take the tykes to bed. Bart employed young and old alike. There were a couple of eligible guys about our age who tried to separate the triplets from each other, but they were having none of it.
“Sorry, Les,” Debbie told one. “We finally found a guy who could handle all three of us, and tell the difference.”
“I can tell the difference, Dolly!”
“Strike-out, man,” I said. “That’s Debbie.”
“No! I’ve been watching. I know which one has the red feather and which has the blue and that leaves the green feather to be Danielle,” the guy said. He was frustrated. The three girls turned around. Each had three feathers woven in the back of her hair—red, green, and blue. In exactly the same position. “Oh, no fair.”
“Yep. I guess Brian gets the distillery,” Dolly said. “He’s never made a mistake. Of course, there’s one more test tonight,” she said. If a look could melt a guy, I only had one bone left in my body.
“Well, it’s a danged good thing I brought Janice to the party, then,” Les said. He grinned at us and walked over to one of the babysitters. Dani laughed.
“They can’t wait to get all the kids to sleep.”
“What was that about the distillery, Dolly?” I asked. Bart had teased about that at Thanksgiving.
“Oh, you know Dad,” Dolly answered. “He put the word out when we were seniors that if there was one guy who could handle all three of us, he’d give us the distillery as a wedding present. Of course, he thought that was a joke. Then he met you.”
“Don’t tell me, that’s why he was explaining everything in the distillery in such detail this afternoon. And talking about what a great career it was for a chemist,” I moaned. “I guess I’ll just have to find a place to live here in Bardstown. And we were just getting settled at the ranch.” I knew Bart was still joking about his still, but I figured I could lay it on, too. Debbie looked at her sisters.
“There’s an estate south of town. I bet we could pool the casa’s resources and build an even bigger and better house and studio down here. You’ll love it. They raise thoroughbreds. I bet we could go out and ride tomorrow if you want,” Debbie said. She tilted her head down so she could look up at me and bat her eyes. She had to practically put her chin on her chest to do it. We all laughed and went to the dancefloor.
It was pretty cool that because all the kids were there, nobody seemed to imbibe too much alcohol. There were a few bottles of Triple Crown open, but most people were saving themselves for champagne as it got closer to midnight. And everyone had a room at the inn. Nobody was going out driving tonight.
I consider myself to be pretty advanced as far as kissing goes. I’d had lessons from Renee and Sandy and every other girl at the ranch. And I’d had lots of three-ways with Jennifer and Courtney. But midnight found me yielding to three other mouths and they all managed to make contact as our tongues played together. Eventually I slid off the mouths of Debbie and Dolly, who locked together, and maintained the kiss with Dani. Eventually her sisters tapped us on the shoulder and suggested we all go to our room.
Yeah.
“Hey. No repeats until everyone’s had a turn, Debbie,” I said after I’d taken a long loving lick of her pussy. The girls had me blindfolded and lying on my back while they took turns putting their pussy on my mouth, challenging me to guess which was which. It was no contest. I just knew. Just like I knew that I hadn’t wanted to let that last one go when Dani got pulled off my face. It was the first time I’d tasted her.
“How do you know? You never said anything the first time!” Debbie howled. “I can’t tell the difference. And Dani got a longer ride. It’s not fair.”
“Oh, come here, little whiner. Let me kiss it and make it better.” They weren’t going to let it go at that. Debbie agreed, but Dolly got on my face. If that was the way they were going to play, I’d show no mercy. I pulled Dolly down against my mouth and gave her clit such a tongue lashing that she was coming in seconds. She fell forward on me, cradling my cock against her face, but unable to put it in her mouth because she couldn’t catch her breath. “There, now, Dolly. Did that make it worth waiting your turn?”
“He did it! There is absolutely no way he could have told the difference between our pussies with his tongue,” Debbie continued to complain.
“Debbie, you just haven’t had a broad enough experience in cunnilingus,” I laughed. “You should get lessons from Jennifer. I think she could identify every girl in the clan by taste.”
“I give up. But Dolly got an orgasm. You’ll give me an orgasm, too, won’t you, Brian?” she pled.
“Of course I will. But let’s get rid of the blindfold, okay? I like to be able to see what I’m eating.”
We continued to play. I got Debbie and Dolly both off twice. When Dani shoved her sisters aside, they locked each other in a sixty-nine and all we heard were sloshing noises and occasional gasps. Dani settled on my face and lovingly took my cock in her mouth. We played gently like that for a long time, until neither of us could take it any longer and each filled our partner’s mouth. When Dani squirmed around to lie next to me she seemed a little bashful. I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her deeply. She relaxed and pressed her whole body to mine.
“I love you, Danielle,” I whispered. Debbie and Dolly had passed out in each other’s arms, but this was a moment for just the two of us.
“I love you, Brian.”
“You bring me a deep and profound sense of peace when I am with you, no matter what we do.”
“You don’t think… um… making love will spoil it?”
“No, sweetheart. I think making love will be just as good as holding you in my arms right now. Just as good,” I said.
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