Sledge gets to know the sisters

“Hello yourself, gorgeous.” Sledge replied, liking what he saw as he looked at Monica’s strong, voluptuous body.

The other patrons of the bar had already turned their heads away from Monica, the fight (or rather, the punch) seeming to be over and no one of them wishing to be the next man or woman to test her considerable temper.

“Want a drink?” Monica asked on.

“Sure,” Sledge replied, “but I’m running low on cash.”

“Well, you’ll let us worry about that,” Cindy said, getting up right in front of Sledge, her suit-clad body just a few inches from him, “and have a seat.”

Soon, Sledge was lodged in at a table in the back of the barroom, with Cindy to his right, Monica to his left, and Rachel sitting on the other side of the table.

Tasting the beer that the women had bought him, Sledge felt his cock starting to grow hard as all three of them looked at him with lustful eyes.

“So,” Cindy began, “what’s your name then?”

“Sledge.”

“How does a man get a name like that?” Monica asked him, just as Sledge felt a foot being rubbed against his crotch.

“Sisters,” Rachel suddenly cut in, she being the one who was rubbing her foot against Sledge’s cock, “I think that I just found the reason for our new friend’s name.

“And I do believe that the realization that we’re sisters gave him a couple of extra inches!” Rachel continued, feeling Sledge cock tensing up further and harder, the rigid pole soon swelling to the point that he would have a hard time getting up without first removing his tight denims.

“And you’re?” Sledge asked, unable to stop from licking his lips as Rachel had begun undoing the top buttons of her nurse’s uniform, letting him see the red lace fabric of her bra as her monumental tits began to spill out of her suit.

“The Saint Cloud sisters,” Cindy smiled at him again, and placed her hand on his thigh, “I’m Cindy.”

“And I’m Rachel.” Rachel added in, softly tapping her foot against Sledge’s cock.

“And I’m Monica,” Monica said, without warning reaching down in his lap with her hand and grabbing his cock with a firm grip, rubbing her fingers around the humungous tool, “and I think that since we bought you a beer, you might give us girls a little thrill by pulling those jeans of yours open and let us get a glimpse of what you’re packing.”