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The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 01

By: Eosphorus



This is the story of how I met my wife and how we fell in love. When I think about the long, kinky road that led to our life today, I can only shake my head and laugh. 

It's fitting, I suppose, because I happen to be married to one of the kinkiest, most insatiable women on the planet. Her twin sister is the exact same way, and I ought to know. She's married to my best friend.

The tale goes all the way back to college where I met that best friend. The girls we were dating at the time were close friends. We'd hang-out a lot as couples and Dan and I learned we had a lot in common, not least of which was our taste in women. That's no small thing in our case, you see, for Dan and I both prefer our ladies on the larger side. 

Both our college girlfriends were big, beautiful women so our shared tastes were obvious the moment we met. I was a chemistry major and Dan majored in literature but our shared taste in women bonded us and we became fast friends.

Dan and I even stayed friends after girlfriends became ex-girlfriends and graduation scattered everyone. 

It was easy to be friends with Dan. He's a laid back guy, for one thing. He goes with the flow. For example, he's one of these guys who start going bald early. Instead of trying to cover it up, though, he shaved his head and sported a goatee. It fit him.

"No sad attempt at a comb-over for me," he'd explain, laughing. 

Me, I'm the opposite. I've got a nest of thick dirty blond hair I wear longish. I'm an inch or two shorter than Dan but am broader across the chest and shoulders. 

Now, Dan and I are usually described as the kind of dudes a lot of girls find attractive. The thing which always pisses us off to this day is the occasional comment we'll hear alluding to how good-looking Dan and I are and how we could do better than the BBW we happen to be with. 

Ever since high school, people have tried to introduce me to skinny girls even when they knew I was dating a BBW and the girl before her was also big. 

"Don't you get it?" I wanted to scream. "I don't want some skinny chick! I'm with the girl I want!" 

A year after graduating college, Dan and I found ourselves working in the same city. 

I was going through grad school there and teaching freshmen. Dan had a job as a peon at the bottom rung in the publishing industry but, hey, it was a start. He was living at home and commuting more than an hour each way into the city, though, which had to be miserable. 

I didn't mind the hard work or the poverty of my life at the time, either. I lived in a marginal neighborhood and could barely make ends meet but, hey, it was all part of the climb upwards. Raman noodles for dinner every night and all that. 

It was my roommate Ted who was my main problem. He was a slob, for one, but I could've overlooked that. I could've gotten past his oddball habits, too. For instance, he used to drink chicken broth like it was a soft drink. He'd buy those big cardboard containers from the supermarket, pour himself some broth , and settle down in front of the TV to watch minor-league hockey and drain glass after glass as he yelled at the screen like it was life-or-death. It was weird, yeah, but not necessarily a deal-breaker.

The real problem wasn't that he wasn't a fellow BBW admirer. It was that he actively belittled my attraction to fat women, not to mention the specific girls I dated. He was one of these guys who couldn't grasp the strange fact that not every guy is attracted to the same sort of conventionally-attractive woman as he. 

Thing is, I don't judge him for being attracted to skinny chicks. Good for him, even though he was anything but conventionally-attractive himself. He was chubby himself and dressed like a slob. He was going bald and was one of those guys waging a futile struggle to cover it up..

My problem was his attitude towards girls who didn't meet his narrow definition of attractiveness and his disdain for the guys - like me - who adore them.

Ted's smirks and remarks got to be too much and we almost came to blows one night when he laughed at a girl I was making-out with when he walked in the door.

"I can't take your shit anymore," I screamed at him after she'd stormed out. "You asshole! You fucking asshole!"

The timing was perfect, as it turned out. I only had a month left on my lease and Dan was looking for a place in the city. He was sick of the long commute and living under his parents' roof.

"I can't take it anymore, bro," he said the next day over lunch at a little deli near his work. We were sitting at a table by the front window. 

"It's a fucking ninety-minute ride one-way," he continued. "I'm getting up at six thirty in the morning and, by the time I get home I'm too exhausted to do anything. I'm not exercising, I'm not reading. I'm sure as fuck not writing. Even on the weekends, it sucks, cause it's not exactly like I can bring a girl home to fool around, either. If you're looking for a roommate, bro, I'm it. I've been saving for a year. I've got the money."

"Sounds like a plan," I said, pausing. "Whoa. Check her out."

Dan turned and zeroed in on who I was referring to. Whoever she was, she was the type we went for. She was around twenty-five, with long black hair and ample curves to spare. Her dark skirt and pale yellow blouse complimented her considerable proportions to perfection. She had a pretty face, too, judging from our seats by the window across the street. 

"Yeah, bro," Dan said. "I need to move into this city. Case closed."

"I'll take the lead," I said.

We lucked out and found a good place a week later. It was on the second floor above a Chinese restaurant. I went to check it out by myself and liked it. There were two bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a decent-sized living room, and a bathroom so small you could barely turn around. The price was right, though, and so was the location. It was two blocks from the subway and I could be at school in fifteen minutes. Dan could get to work in ten. The neighborhood wasn't fancy, but had an up-and-coming vibe. I noticed an art gallery down the street.

"Three hours a day of commuting cut down to twenty," Dan wrote after I e-mailed him describing the apartment. "Yeah, I want to see this place." 

We checked it out together the next day after work. The moment he saw the address on the door his face broke into a huge grin. 

"Check it out!" he said, pointing to the address on the door. "Two-two-one-B! That's so cool."

"I don't get it," I said. 

"You can't be that much of a philistine," he groaned. 

"Another of your lit major references, I gather?"

Dan rolled his eyes.

"You're a regular Sherlock Holmes." 

***

Dan and I worked well as roommates. I'm sure a lot of close friends move in together and it doesn't go well, but we meshed. We're both neat and have decent taste in clothes, food, and decor. We're quiet, too, and try to be considerate to one another. I'm quite certain the neighbors all thought we were gay. 

If the walls of 221b could talk, however, they'd have some stories to tell. Mostly BBW erotica. You know, the kind of story I'm telling you right now. 

From the beginning, there were wild times. Almost every night one of us was either going out with a BBW or bringing one home. Yeah, we got laid a lot. One time, I'd gone to bed with this big blonde named Sarah. She was an early riser like Dan and he encountered her in the kitchen while I was still snoozing. When I woke up I heard them in the kitchen. She was laughing at his jokes as he cooked her breakfast and flirted with her. It was a far cry from Douchebag Ted.

Then there was Athena. 

I met her online and took her out a few times. She was a gorgeous BBW of Greek-Sicilian descent with an enormous ass and she fucked like a pro. She also made it clear she was focused on her career and wasn't interested in a serious relationship. It was to be a friends-with-benefits thing and that's all. No-strings-attached. Jackpot, in other words. 

Athena and I got together about once a week. She liked rough sex and I did my best to oblige. It's not my particular kink but, hey, I'm GGG. I threw myself into it and she seemed to enjoy herself.

Athena flirted with Dan from the beginning. He flirted back, and she wasn't shy in responding. I knew he wanted to fuck her, and I figured Athena probably wanted to fuck him too. Dan and I discussed it one night over beers.

"You want to fuck Athena, don't you?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, I do," he admitted. "What do you think about that?"

"Of course you want to fuck her!" I exclaimed. "Why wouldn't you? What the hell, man. It's not like she and I are in love. Go for it." 

"Really, bro?"

"Why the fuck not?" 

And so he did. Athena was like a third roommate for the next six months. She regularly fucked us both and it was a lot less awkward then you'd think. She'd come over a few times a week. We'd have raw, sweaty sex and she'd spend the night. I'd head off for work early and she'd invariably wind up in the sack with Dan after I left because it was his day off or something. It worked.

Dan and I suggested to her one day just getting it over with and having a three-way. After all, we said, she was fucking us both. Why not fuck us both at the same time? She balked, however, or I suppose this story would be about her. 

The closest we ever came to a threesome with Athena was one night she was fucking Dan in his room. I came home from class late and could hear them going at it. I figured Dan was probably fucking her from behind, which always set her screaming.

I took a shower and, when I got back to my bedroom, there she was laying on her side on my bed.

"Hey you," she said.

I let the towel drop and crawled into bed with her. I proceeded to fuck her pussy with abandon in the missionary position. The thought that she'd fucked Dan only minutes before was omnipresent on my mind and it drove me wild. It must've turned her on, too, because she came quick and I followed right after.

Athena took her dream job in Baltimore soon after and left. Every so often, she got back home. Usually, she'd spend the night. One of us would fuck her and then she'd saunter over into the other bedroom to fuck the other. She persisted in not allowing us both to go at her at the same time, however.

"I'm not some pornstar fucking two guys at once," she protested over breakfast one Sunday morning.

"Well you sure fuck like one," I joked. 

***

It was a year-and-a-half after we moved into 221b when we met the Belladonna sisters. Athena moved to Baltimore six months earlier and we'd both dated a few girls since then but nothing stuck.

I was still teaching freshmen sections, polishing my thesis, and working for peanuts. Dan was halfway through his first novel, but struggling with it.

Our neighborhood was undergoing changes, too. First, the seedy dive on the corner closed and was replaced with a trendy brew pub. Then there was the Thai restaurant at the other end of the block next to the art gallery. 

There was also the new sign over the storefront directly across from our apartment. It was a bright pink sign advertising "Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes" in bold white lettering. A big "Coming Soon" sign was in the window. 

"Gentrification," I said as we walked to the subway one morning. "Our neighborhood's becoming cool."

"Yeah." Dan sighed. "Hope our rent doesn't double." 

***

I finished my daily run one rainy Saturday morning when I noticed the cupcake place was finally open for business. A new sign in the window advertised cupcakes, ice cream, and coffee. I had ten bucks with me because I'd intended to buy some coffee before heading back home. My plan was to sip coffee and grade lab reports until Dan rolled out of bed sometime around noon. He'd stumbled home around four drunk and would be knocked out until afternoon. 

I decided to try their coffee. If it was good, I decided, it was in a convenient spot.

I walked in the door and there were already a few people in line. I don't know who buys cupcakes at ten in the morning but, trust me, people do. 

My eyes scanned the dizzying variety of cupcake choices lining the wall behind the counter: Peanut Butter Cup, Red Velvet, Oreo, Strawberry Shortcake, Key Lime Pie, Candy Explosion, Carrot Cake, Coconut Snowball, Chocolate Chip Mint, and so forth. Each variety was a little work of art, with dazzling colors and elaborate toppings. 

Then I noticed the woman behind the counter. 

What a BBW! She was hardly glamorous in her attire, but it didn't matter one bit. Her ample figure was readily apparent. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a bright pink t-shirt with the store logo emblazoned across the front. Over the shirt was a matching pink apron which also displayed the logo. Both fit her snugly and showed off her ample curves.

Now, a lifetime of admiring BBWs gives a man certain skills. One is estimating a BBW's weight pretty easily. There are BBW porn sites which give the models weight and measurements with the profile so it starts to come easy once you've got that baseline. I'd say the lady behind the counter was right around two hundred and fifty pounds, pretty much perfect for her five-foot-six inches. She had the wide, flaring thighs and big ass I look for, not to mention the enormous tits and soft belly curving outwards gently. Her arms were the perfect amount of plump softness, too. 

She had a striking face, as well, round and soft with a feline quality rare in a big woman. Her red hair drew me in, too. It wasn't just sienna or chestnut, either. She was that kind of redhead whose hair was more orange than anything else. It was long and arranged in matching braids. A pair of funky pink horn-rimmed glasses completed the picture, drawing one's gaze towards her eyes. They were a dazzling shade of grey-blue under auburn eyelashes. 

I waited my turn, watching her but trying not to be too obvious about it. 

A second goddess came out of the backroom bearing a tray of newly-baked cupcakes. She had the same build as the redhead. She was dressed the same, too, except her t-shirt and apron were purple. Her hair was a dark shade of brown with a pair of bright purple streaks and she had it pulled back into a long ponytail. Her face was rounder than the redhead's and her lips were plumper. Oh, those lips! They cried out to be kissed, lingered over during long sessions of foreplay. 

The brunette turned and replenished the tray of red velvet cupcakes. Her actions afforded me the chance to check out her ass more closely. It was round and wide and awesome.

Whoever these ladies were, I wanted to get to know them. If their personalities and brains were as awesome as their looks, I could fall in love with either of them 

The brunette turned around, having finished her task. She put the tray down and took care of the next person in line. I got another glance at her face, admiring her stunning smile. I saw she had a nose ring. Then I noticed her eyes were the exact same shade of grey-blue as her redheaded co-worker. 

The master detective in me put the whole thing together. Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes was the name of the store. Could these two lovelies be the eponymous Belladonna sisters?

Okay, I told myself, play this one smooth. This could be a major opportunity. Two lovely ladies like this opening a business directly across from 221b felt too good to be true. I glanced at their hands and scanned for wedding rings. 

No rings, I observed. Good sign. 

I was next, no customers behind me. That meant I could take my time.

"Hi," the redhead said, a broad smile crossing her face and causing me to almost swoon. "What can I get for you?"

"Um," I said, stumbling out of the gate. "A large coffee, please."

"Room for milk?"

"No thanks."

"Good man! Black's the only way to go. Anything else?"

"I can't decide," I said. "Which cupcake is your favorite?"

Her eyes flashed and met my own. She smiled. 

"Well," she said, blue eyes flashing. "I've a loyalty to all things in the red family of colors, including pink. I'd have to say the red velvet cupcake is my favorite, followed by the Strawberry Shortcake."

The brunette was filling my coffee. She rolled her eyes. 

"Do you like chocolate?" she asked me.

"Sure," I said, delighted to have engaged both girls in conversation.

"Chocolate Damnation is my finest creation, in my opinion." The brunette gestured towards the display of cupcakes. "I'm proud of all my babies, of course."

"Now I don't know which one to pick."

"What do you think, Charlotte?" the brunette asked the redhead. "Does he strike you more as a Red Velvet or a Caramel Sea Salt?" 

"He's a hard one to figure," Charlotte responded. 

The brunette met my gaze.

"You like spicy foods?" she asked.

"Love them," I said.

"Then I'd guess Mexican Hot Chocolate is the cupcake for you."

"If you're the creator of all of these," I said to the brunette. "Then I'll trust your judgment. One, uh, Mexican Hot Chocolate, please." 

"Good man," the brunette said. 

I decided to go for more conversation.

"Is this your first day open?" I asked as Charlotte rang me up. Her sister got my cupcake and put it in a small plastic container designed for that purpose. 

"Second, actually," Charlotte said. 

"Welcome to the neighborhood," I said as she handed me my change.

"You live around here?" Charlotte asked.

"Right across the street," I said. 

"Oh!" she said. "Then we'll be seeing you frequently."

"I hope so."

I left the shop walking on air. Back at the apartment, I sipped my coffee and tackled my grading work. I placed the cupcake upon the kitchen table in front of me. 

An hour later Dan stumbled out of his bedroom, ahead of when I'd figured. 

He stepped into the kitchen and stopped, staring at the rich chocolate cupcake topped with chocolate frosting and marshmallows. The frosting contained cayenne pepper powder, providing the Mexican in "Mexican Hot Chocolate". The heat was just right, by the way, adding zest but not overwhelming the cupcake with too much pain. 

"What's that, bro?" Dan asked, staring at the cupcake.

"Cupcake," I said, suppressing a grin.

"No shit," he said. "Why do you have it?"

"Bought it at the cupcake place across the street."

"That's open?"

"Brilliant deduction!" 

"Why'd you buy it? You're not into sweets."

I looked up at him, a wide grin crossing my face.

"Go across the street yourself and find out," I said. "Do it right now. I mean it. Get dressed and go over there. I don't give a fuck about your hangover. Go now!"

Dan nodded and got dressed, leaving the apartment. He returned ten minutes later, red velvet cupcake in hand. 

"Holy fucking shit," he said, sitting down. "I don't know which one I'm in love with more."

"Yeah. Me too." 

***

Dan and I went out of our way to get coffee from Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes whenever we could, not to mention purchasing more cupcakes than we wanted or could afford. We were sly about it, trying not to be creepy. For one, we never went in together. Also, whenever one of us did go in we'd loiter outside first and wait till it was slow so we could flirt and learn more about them. We master detectives discovered they were indeed the proprietors and their names were Charlotte and Bonnie Belladonna. They weren't just sisters, either, but fraternal twins. 

Two weeks after my first encounter with the ethereal Belladonna sisters Dan and I went in together, timing it as always so it was a slow time. It took a moment for Charlotte to realize two of her most flirtatious customers apparently knew one another. 

""Two of my best customers!" she said. "You're friends?"

"Roommates," Dan volunteered.

"Roommates," Charlotte said, smiling at us knowingly. "How interesting." 

We ordered coffees and a pair of raspberry-chocolate cupcakes. Bonnie emerged from the backroom. She sported a purple bandana and looked amazing. 


The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 01



"So," Dan began. "What do you ladies like to do when you're not revolutionizing the world of cupcakes?"

I winced inwardly. Dan was making our move, without consulting me beforehand. He was better at this sort of thing than me. I admit it. I'd met almost every one of my girlfriends online, but he was the precise opposite, meeting girls in public settings in-person. 

I might've taken months to work my way up to what he was going for on the fly. 

"Oh, This and that," Bonnie said. 

"That include drinks?" Dan said. "Maybe dinner?"

"It could," Charlotte said, blue eyes flashing. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," Dan said. 

"Are you asking us out?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes," Dan said again. "What do you say?"

Bonnie grinned and turned to her sister.

"What do you say, Charlotte?"

"They look harmless enough. They're cute as hell, too."

We agreed to meet that evening at nine after they closed the shop and had enough time to head home and clean up. 

"Dude!" I exclaimed after we left. "I can't believe we're going out with them tonight."

"Just one problem, bro" Dan said.

"What's that?" I asked. 

"Who's going out with whom? Are you going out with Charlotte or am I? Are you going out with Bonnie or am I?"

"I have no fucking idea," I said.

"We're master detectives. We'll figure it out."

***

We met the sisters at the brew pub on the corner, a nice place which would be quiet on a Tuesday. Dan and I got there ten minutes early, ordered a couple of beers, and sat at a table by the window. Charlotte and Bonnie showed up five minutes later. 

Let me tell you, those two looked gorgeous in their work t-shirts and aprons. Dressed-up a bit, they were like a pair of BBW supermodels. 

I'll start with Bonnie. I'd only seen her hair in a ponytail up to then. Now it was down, flowing over her shoulders as the bright purple highlights brought out the color of her eyes. She was a study in purple, wearing a dark purple V-neck sweater over a pale velvet blouse which complimented the highlights in her hair. Her dark blue jeans fit tightly, showing off her thick thighs and wide midsection. 

Charlotte looked every bit as amazing. Like at the store, she preferred pink to Bonnie's purple. She wore a pink blouse under an open front white sweater complimenting her curves by virtue of its snugness. It was the same with her pants, light-colored jeans as form-fitting as the one's on her sister. And, of course, there was that magnificence mane of bright red hair which she wore down.

The girls sat down across from us, and ordered beers. The usual getting-to-know-you small talk followed. We told them how we met in college and how I was going to be a great research scientist some day and be awarded the Nobel Prize. Dan would get his own Nobel, his for literature, but I expected to get mine first. 

"Two Nobel laureates," Bonnie joked. "Living in the same apartment."

"It's like a sitcom," Charlotte added. 

Then we segued into our current jobs. The girls took to calling me professor right away. It was playful and affectionate, and was soon shortened to "prof". They still call me that today.

Dan spoke of his job as mostly a means to an end. He was paying the bills and making contacts in publishing.

"Ultimately, I want to write full-time for a living," he said. 

"Someday you might," Charlotte offered by way of encouragement.

"Enough about us," I chimed in. "Tell us how twin sisters happen to open a cupcake shop."

"Well, it's a long story," Bonnie warned.

"We've got the time," I offered. 

Charlotte and Bonnie had gone to college and gotten their degrees, Bonnie in Accounting and Charlotte in Marketing. They wound up working corporate jobs in the suburbs.

They put in long hours and got little satisfaction out of the jobs. The pay was fine, but that was all. Overlaying every day was a growing, dreadful realization they were working their asses off to make someone else rich and, when it came down to it, they weren't doing anything with their lives. It was life without passion, without purpose. Not really living at all, really, though that's how most people go about life. 

It was a supreme shock for them to learn corporate life wasn't all they'd thought it would be. 

"We finally threw up our hands and said we couldn't take it anymore," Bonnie explained. "It was, like, one morning I woke up and I was brushing my teeth and I asked myself 'do I really want to do this for the next thirty years?' Guess what my answer was!" 

"Only thing is," she went on. "I had to figure out what I'd rather be doing. We sat down that night and talked about it. Charlotte asked me what I was really passionate about, what I could imagine doing for the rest of my life. We made a list of all things we really loved. Baking was tops on our list. That's where the idea of Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes was born."

"Wow," I said. "So you went for it."

"Yup," Bonnie said. "We had a small inheritance from our grandmother, enough to start the business without taking out any loans and to pay us a salary the first year. We started planning everything right off: Designing the menu, researching start-up costs and prices for bakery equipment, looking for the right location. Two years later here we are, living in the city and operating our own business."

"It seems to be doing well," I observed.

"It is," Charlotte said. "Better than we'd projected, actually. The first week we opened we got a good write-up from a local foodie blog and that's been drawing in tons of people. Plus I'm looking to expand into corporate catering. We've got an order for two hundred cupcakes for an event next week."

Dan and I let them go on for the better part of two rounds. They were fascinating, actually. They were turning out to be as smart and savvy as they were physically sexy, and that's hot. I also admired the way they'd gone after their dream with grim determination tempered by good sense. They'd done their homework before jumping off the corporate carousel. 

Dan and I didn't get lucky that first night. We were certainly willing, but weren't going to push things. Leaving the bar, we walked them to their car. They'd arrived in a white VW beetle. Pausing by their car, there was that awkward first-date moment. Bonnie gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek and I figured she believed she was my date. Charlotte did the same with Dan simultaneously. 

Then the girls did something which confused us entirely. Charlotte gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek even as her sister did the same with Dan. 

"This was so much fun," Bonnie said. "We should do this again."

"Absolutely," Dan said. 

"Soon," I added.

They hopped in their car and drove off. 

"Okay, so who the fuck went out with who tonight?" I asked afterwards.

"I've no fucking idea, bro."

***

I made a point of dropping by the store after work the next day to tell the girls how much fun Dan and I had with them.

We chatted for a few minutes and I bought a Lemon Meringue cupcake because I'm a sucker. 

We also made another date for Sunday night. The store was closed on Mondays so the girls could stay out as late as they wanted. This time it was going to be dinner. We'd meet at nine at the Thai place a few doors from their shop. 

It was a long, lingering dinner filled with plenty of laughs. They asked me again about teaching at the university and I told them a few amusing anecdotes from the prior week. 

Dan and I also learned more about them, like where they grew up and how they'd always been inseparable. 

"We do pretty much everything together," Bonnie said. "Be warned: We keep no secrets from each other."

"Tell one, tell both," Charlotte added. 

Bottles of crisp Thai beer were drained and plates of Shrimp Pad Thai enjoyed as the evening moved along pleasantly. I was attracted to both of them and couldn't decide which one I preferred, especially since I still had no idea who was out with who. 

They were both so pretty and vivacious it would've been tough to choose. They looked dazzling, both in tight jeans. Bonnie wore a dark purple t-shirt, her huge breasts straining against its fabric. Charlotte went with a pink cardigan with a white blouse underneath, accentuating her own substantial bosom.

"We're glad to finally meet a couple of cool, cute guys in the neighborhood," Charlotte remarked as dinner was ending. 

Dan made his move for both of us. 

"Would you like to come upstairs?" he asked. "Maybe have another drink."

"Maybe," Charlotte said, her eyes flashing and a sly grin crossing her face. 

"Sure," Bonnie added. "We'd love to."

The girls visited the lady's room before we left the restaurant and Dan and I waited by the front door.

"They're coming over," I said. "This is so fucking awesome."

"That it is," Dan agreed. "But one thing still remains unsettled, bro. If we hook-up, exactly who is going to hook-up with who?"

"I've no idea," I said. "Just so you know, I'm fine with either."

"Same here," Dan said.

"So you really have no idea which one is interested in you?" I asked. 

"None."

"Are we really that clueless?"

"Yup." 

"What kind of master detectives are we?"

"Shitty ones."

***

Charlotte and Bonnie liked our apartment. It was neat and tasteful and we'd spent much of the afternoon scrubbing it spotless in the hope they'd come in. They looked around, taking in the hardwood floors and the sparse furnishings. Charlotte was drawn to the pair of bookcases lining one wall of the living room and flanking the big window which overlooked the street and her shop.

Her eyes scanned the titles on the shelf to the left of the window. It was mostly science and science fiction.

"Okay," she said. "These are Andrew's books. He's the prof, our man of reason."

Charlotte looked over the other bookshelf. It contained an impressive collection of the classics of English and American Literature. 

"The art of deduction is telling me this one belongs to Dannyboy," she said. "It has English major written all over it."

"Nothing escapes your powers of observation, my dear Charlotte," Dan quipped.

"Beer or wine, ladies?" I asked. 

"Let's stick with beer," Bonnie said.

I went to the fridge and took out four bottles. We sat around our coffee table, Charlotte next to me and Bonnie next to Dan. He turned the TV onto one of the digital music channels, selecting light jazz. Cliché, yeah, yet it felt appropriate.

We drank the beers and chatted, the sexual tension in the room almost too much to bear. The girls were relaxed, though, laughing at our lame jokes and smiling. 

The beers were drained followed by another round. Bonnie and Charlotte were talking about marketing ideas for their shop as I kept wondering where the evening was going. 

At some point there was the briefest pause in the conversation. That's all it took. 

Charlotte cast her sister a knowing look. The next thing I knew Bonnie planted an open-mouthed kiss on my lips. 

Her tongue pushed outward and I welcomed it, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tight. I can still recall in vivid detail how shockingly soft her lips were and how the discovery took me by surprise.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charlotte and Dan in each other's arms kissing frantically. So that's how we were to couple up, it seemed. Fine by me.

My hand moved up to cup Bonnie's breast. I appreciated its enormity, even through the fabric of her t-shirt and the bra underneath. I kneaded it slowly as our tongues danced and I savored the taste of her mouth and the feel of her in my arms. 

The evening was shaping out quite nicely.

***

Bonnie and I stumbled into my bedroom, our hands and mouths all over each other. Dan made more money than me so he took the bigger bedroom overlooking the street and paid a larger share of the rent. My room was down the hall past the kitchen and bathroom. We worked our way back there, kissing and groping each other.

Bonnie's an incredible kisser, aggressive and uninhibited. It was as though our tongues and lips were at war, my hands drifting down to her ass as we half-staggered into my bedroom. 

I kicked the door shut with my foot and pulled Bonnie tight again. The feel of those massive breasts pushed against my chest and her round belly against my stomach sent my lust soaring. The sensation of her big ass cheeks in my hands was almost more than I could take. 

Making love to a fat girl is a special experience, not to be missed. For me, it's the size and substance of the woman. It's the feeling of being overwhelmed by her womanliness that's at the root of the experience. To me, a BBW is hyper-feminine, overflowing womanliness. 

We stood by my bed, our handing wandering over each other as we stripped. 

"Such muscles," she murmured as her hands ran over my arms and shoulders.

I kissed her hard. Her hands moved down to my ass and she grabbed both cheeks, pulling them against her. I wanted to get her naked as soon as possible. I wanted to feel her soft skin against me, nothing between us. 

I started with her jeans, unbuttoning the front and unzipping them. I pushed them down around her wide hips. She pushed them the rest of the way, stepping out of them as we broke off the kiss and she slid my shirt over my head. 

I grabbed her ass again, clutching her purple panties. She sighed happily, kissing me with abandon as her hands wrapped around my shoulders. 

"Holy shit you've got some hot fucking body," she whispered. 

"You're the hot one," I said, slipping her t-shirt over her head.

There stood Bonnie Belladonna in front of me in her underwear, matching heavy-duty bra and XXL panties. Every masturbatory fantasy I'd ever had, ready and waiting in reality. 

Do you really want to know what truly turns you on, what's your deepest wish? Ask yourself what's running through your mind while you're jerking off, those last ten seconds before you come. There's your heart's desire. 

For me, it's always a BBW like Bonnie. Sometimes I'm on top of her fucking the shit out of her. Other times I'm fucking her behind while she blows some other dude or some such thing. Either way, a Bonnie-type is always at the center of it. 

I kissed her again, pulling her against me and fumbling with her bra. I got it undone and cast it aside. Her breasts sprang free and I pulled her tighter, relishing their feel against my bare chest. They were huge and perfectly symmetrical, topped with lovely pink nipples as they rested on the convex curve of her soft belly. 

Bonnie undid the front of my jeans and unzipped them. She drove her hand right inside my underwear and grabbed my mostly-erect cock. She pulled it upward and I felt it growing harder as I stepped out of my jeans. Bonnie wasted no time and pushed down my underwear. 

"Let's have a look at you," she murmured, looking down and jerking my cock gently. "Oh, very nice."

Bonnie wasn't lying for my benefit. I'm not huge but I'm above average, my cock coming in at just over seven inches. Dan claimed to be "a hair under eight" so, if he were telling the truth, Charlotte was at that moment no doubt discovering the happy reality of her situation. 

I peeled off my socks and stood there naked. Bonnie smiled, looking me over. I'm on the slime side but always had good muscle tone. As Bonnie ran her hands over my chest and shoulders, I reveled in her appreciation of me. Her eyes ran over the length of me and she smiled. 

We kissed again, tongues and mouths going crazy as our two sets of hands wandered over each other's bodies. Bonnie's wet tongue moved over to nibble my ear as I reached down under her panties and pushed them down. We flopped onto my bed together, still kissing. 

I slid her panties off the rest of the way and tossed them carelessly across the room. At last this gorgeous, amazing lady was naked and in my bed. We clutched against one another, flesh to flesh. 

Her size and heft overwhelmed me. I reveled in it, out of my mind with desire by this point. I wanted climb on top of her and feel her softness underneath me. I wanted to just go ahead and take her. I pride myself on being an unselfish lover, though. One mustn't be completely selfish. 

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered, kissing her neck. "What's gonna make you cum, baby?""

She smiled, pondering the matter. 

"Lick my pussy," she murmured. 

"Not shy about what she wants," I said. "I like."

I decided to tease her first, kissing her neck a while longer and then, sliding down, sucking hard on each glorious nipple. I kissed my way down her fat belly and looked down upon her pussy, smiling. Bonnie kept it carefully groomed but not shaven. Above her pussy was a tattoo of the Pi symbol I made a note to ask her about later. It was rendered in dark purple, as was the seahorse tattoo on her back right below her neck. 

I ran my hands over her smooth, soft thighs. I kissed each gently, working my way closer to her pussy. Lowering my face onto it, I took in her lovely aroma. 

Bonnie let out a low moan as I gave her pussy a long initial lick. Then I moved up to her clit and licked it slow and hard for a full minute eliciting a series of long, luxuriant groans from Bonnie. I sped up, licking her with greater intensity as she let out a pleasant gasp. 

I slid my middle finger into her pussy and slowly fucked her with it as I licked her clit with eager enthusiasm. After a few minutes Bonnie began moaning louder, her chest heaving as she cried out.

"Oh, that's it!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck yeah!"

I applied more pressure with my tongue, fingering her faster. I added a second finger, still working her clit as she continued to moan. 

"Oh, yeah," she repeated, growing louder. "Oh, yeah! Don't stop."

Above me I saw her silhouette in the dim light of the bedroom, her bountiful form stretching out like some glorious landscape. There was the soft, gentle hill of her belly, its expanse broken only by the crater of her pierced belly-button. Beyond were the twin peaks of her breasts, heaving and swaying. 

Bonnie's moans grew louder, her head turning from side to side rapidly. By now I was fingering as fast as I could. 

"Oh, yeah," she moaned, lost in the approach of her orgasm. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

Bonnie let out a loud gasp followed by a prolonged squeal as her pussy contracted on my fingers repeatedly. I kept fingering her hard, myself lost in the pure joy of giving her such pleasure. Bonnie's squeals slowly subsided and I backed off. 

"Holy shit," she said. "That was motherfucking awesome." 

I kissed her pussy tenderly. 

"Glad you enjoyed it," I said.

"Now your turn, sweetie," she said. "You want to fuck me, or what?"

"Hell, yeah," I said, sitting up.

"How do you want me?" she asked, sitting up and making her eye contact. "Don't be shy. I believe in stating what you want in bed. No coy games."

"Agreed," I said. "You on top."

Bonnie smiled. 

"One of my favorites," she said. "I can usually come that way, too." 

"Then everybody wins."

I lay down, propping my head and shoulders up with a few pillows. Bonnie gave me a sly grin, reaching down and taking hold of my cock. She stroked it gently. 

"Do you have condoms in here?" she asked. "I have some in my purse if not."

"Of course," I said. 

I reached over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. They were right there within easy reach. 

"Allow me," Bonnie said and I handed it to her. 

Bonnie stroked my erection gently, ripping open the package with her teeth and casting it aside. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock gently.

Bonnie slid the condom on in one fluid movement and then positioned herself over me. Her huge tits were dangling above my face as she lowered herself onto my cock. With one hand she steadied herself on the headboard and with the other she guided me into her. I slid into her still-soaked pussy easily. 




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 01



Slowly at first, she began to rock up and down. She remained upright, her thighs on either side of my hips. I stared wide-eyes as that perfect physique moved up and down in a hypnotic rhythm, big tits and round belly bouncing in unison. 

I ran my hands over the outside of her thighs, her skin smooth and cool to the touch. Over her hips my hands voyaged, reaching up to pinch her nipples. She let out one of her moans again and closed her eyes, stilling rocking atop me. I took a breast in each hand and cupped them, savoring their size. Inside her pussy, my cock was as rock-hard as it's ever been. 

It went on that way for some time, my hips thrusting in time with her motion. I sat up, wrapping my arms around her and taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked it as hard as I could, throwing in a little nibble in my enthusiasm. Bonnie gasped, her own arms around my shoulders pulling me towards her.

"Oh, yeah!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck, that's good." 

I switched nibbles, sucking eagerly. My thrusts grew stronger as I was carried away by it all. It was raw, animal pleasure, a symphony of sensual fulfillment. Bonnie's size and sexiness, her eager cries, her sweet aroma, and the frenzied fucking were more than I could stand. 

Indeed, by that point she was bouncing up and down on my cock frantically. She started to moan again, the same sounds as before as she mumbled incoherently.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "Fuck yeah! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes that's it." 

Bonnie began bouncing on my cock so furiously I could scarcely believe her athleticism. We wrapped our arms around each other tightly, hanging onto each other as she rode the throes of another orgasm. Holy shit, I kept thinking. I could only imagine what it would be like after we'd gotten to know each other's sexual tastes better. 

Following another prolonged squeal, Bonnie let out a long gasp as a huge grin crossed her face. She looked down and kissed me hard. Our tongues dueled as we flopped down together, I on my back and Bonnie lying atop me. 

There's nothing I love quite like being flat on my back with a hot BBW atop me. Covered, blanketed, immersed in raw sexual heat. 

I was overwhelmed, in fat-admirer heaven as we kissed and she rocked back and forth on my cock.

I ran my hands down to her ass cheeks, cupping one in each hand roughly. She kept rocking back and forth on my cock and I continued thrusting in tune. I was lost by this point, unable to resist any further. 

The sensation of being enveloped by her, the taste of her lips and tongue, and the feel of her big ass in my hands was all more than I could take. I felt that early sensation in my cock which told me an orgasm was, at best, a half minute in my future. 

The feeling grew, my thrusting upwards growing more rapid as I let out an audible groan. A moment later I froze, my cock pulsing violently as Bonnie kept kissing me. Each pulse sent another wave of joy through my body. 

I savored each pulsation until the last tiny throb. We kissed for a long time after that, still clutching each other tightly. At last we broke off the embrace and lay side by side in spent silence.

***

We didn't emerge from the bedroom for a long while, cuddling and caressing. From across the apartment we could hear the faint sounds of Charlotte's high-pitched squeals. Bonnie laughed. 

"She's a screamer," she said. 

We emerged eventually, Charlotte and Dan returning to the living room a few minutes after us. The girls hinted that they'd like to stay the night and we were only too happy to oblige. I ran downstairs to their car and fetched a pair of overnight bags from the trunk for them. 

"Everyone in pajamas," Charlotte announced when I returned, taking the bag from me. 

I'd already put on a pair of grey plaid sleeping pants and a worn old blue t-shirt. The sisters went into the back bedroom. Dan and I sat on the couch smiling. 

"Some night, huh?" I said.

"Fuck, yeah."

"You think they're comparing notes in their?" I wondered.

"I'm certain of it," Dan said. "Shall we do the same? How's Bonnie?"

"Fucks like a banshee," I said.

"Charlotte, too."

Bonnie and Charlotte emerged a minute later. Bonnie was wearing grey sweatpants and a dark purple t-shirt with some punk band's logo on it. Charlotte wore plaid red pajama pants and a pink Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes t-shirt. They both had ponytails now and it was apparent they'd removed their bras and cleansed their faces. There is something singularly sexy about a woman in such a casual, comfortable state.

They also bore a pair of wine bottles, apparently stowed in their overnight bag. 

We sat around for another hour, draining the bottles and chatting as we watched TV. Bonnie sat close to me, my arm around her shoulder, as Charlotte did the same with Dan. The sisters kept exchanging knowing glances and I wondered what was going on but didn't say anything. I imagined what it would be like dating them, two best friends dating two amazing sisters. The future was bright. 

We adjourned to our separate bedrooms. I was tired but not exhausted. Poor Dan was the only one who had to get up early, what with the girls' shop closed on Mondays and me not having a class to teach until eleven. 

Sliding under the covers with Bonnie, I was ready to sleep the sleep of the profoundly satisfied. I'd just had some fantastic sex with a fascinating and gorgeous woman and wondered where it might lead to next.

I'd no idea the next step would be so soon.



The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 02



I was only asleep a short time, maybe twenty minutes, when I was stirred. Bonnie was sliding out of bed, I figured probably to use the bathroom. I closed my eyes again and waited to fall back asleep. 

A minute later Bonnie returned, sliding back under the covers. She drew closer, wanting to cuddle and gently turning me on my side facing away from her. She leaned in close to me and we spooned. 

I felt her kissing the side of my neck, then moving on to the back. At first the kisses were gentle, soft little pecks. They grew more aggressive and intense, however, and I wondered if Bonnie was ready for another go-around. I was tired, I decided, but I could be persuaded. 

I rolled over, facing her. We kissed, her lips pushing against mine eagerly. My lips parted to admit her thrusting tongue. 

"You're ready for more aren't you?" I whispered. 

"I can't get enough," she whispered back.

I drew back, surprised. I recognized the voice, and it wasn't Bonnie's. 

"Charlotte?" I asked, rolling over to face her. "Uh, where's Bonnie?"

"Sliding into bed with Dan right now," she said. 

My mind was racing. For a moment, my puritanical upbringing urged me to pull away. Hardly ninety-minutes ago, I was fucking the shit out of Bonnie while Dan drilled Charlotte in the other room. Now, the lovely big redhead Charlotte was in my bed and Bonnie had snuck into Dan's bed. 

These girls were kinkier than we'd realized. They weren't just sexually confident women, they were another step beyond. I recalled Dan's words from earlier in the evening standing in front of the restaurant.

"Fucking jackpot, bro," he said then. 

Fucking jackpot indeed.

"Really?" was all I could think to say to Charlotte. 

"Yeah, well," Charlotte said, shrugging. "We couldn't decide which one of you we wanted. We didn't even know who was dating who."

I laughed.

"Yeah," I said. "We kinda had the same conundrum."

"Then we realized." She kissed me. "We didn't have to choose."

"I can't argue with that logic."

I put my hand on top of her thigh, and leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips were soft, and moist. My hand moved up her back and cradled her cheek as we kissed, Charlotte's arm wrapping around my shoulder and pulling me towards her. 

The kissing grew more intense, the novelty of the situation exciting me right off the bat. I'd made love to different women on consecutive evenings one time, but not in the same night. 

Lips parted and tongues pushed their way past, twirling around each other. Charlotte kissed a lot like her sister only more languid and sensuous and not so savagely aggressive. 

It went on that way for a long, wonderful time. It grew more rabid until, before long, we were slobbering over each other. Our tongues and lips performed danced as we pulled each other tight. 

I kissed Charlotte's neck and got a gentle moan in response. 

"Holy shit you're amazing," I whispered. 

"Let's get out of these clothes," she said. 

"Will do."

Charlotte kissed me again then withdrew. I saw the sly smile on her face as she slid off the bed and stood. The light of the street light outside bathed the room in a pale aura of greyish blue as she turned around and began to sway her hips back and forth slowly. 

I sat at the edge of the bed and watched the performance. Her entire backside, I contemplated, was exquisite. It started with her long hair and soft, rounded shoulders. Plump arms complimented the shoulders, as did the subtle sweep outward from her lower back all the way to her wide hips and the twin mounds of her bountiful butt cheeks. 

Charlotte's ass moved back and forth, gorgeous in the clinging sweats she wore. I reached out my hand and swatted one of her cheeks gently. She let out a playful chirp but continued the dance for me, thrusting out her ass in my direction and stretching the fabric on her sweat pants tighter. I could've reached forward and pulled them right down. 

I slid my shirt over my head and tossed it aside and Charlotte, as though reading my thoughts, pushed down her pants until they hung halfway down her soft round rear and bright pink panties were revealed. 

Charlotte inched them down further, finally pushing the pants over the curving expanse of her up-thrust butt and down around her thighs. She bent lower, displaying remarkable flexibility as she pushed them past her knees and stepped out of them. 

Charlotte turned to face me again, clad now only in her pink t-shirt and panties. Her swaying gave way to thrusting her hips forward in a steady, slow rhythm as she met my gaze and teasingly licked her lips. 

I slid off my pajama pants and then my underwear, my hard cock freed. I stroked it as she lifted her face to the ceiling and continued the performance. Her long red hair streamed behind her and she thrust out her ample bosom and then fell back into swaying her wide hips again. 

At long last she reached down and pulled the shirt up and over her head and threw it aside with a cute little laugh. Her form invited comparison with her sister. 

The sisters were built very similarly. Charlotte's tits seemed a little bigger but it was hard to see much difference beyond that. Later I learned that Bonnie was actually two inches wider at the hip. It didn't matter at all one way or another. Both sisters were absolute BBW perfection. Still are. 

Charlotte stepped towards me slowly, still smiling. I kept stroking my dick as she approached the edge of the bed. She stood above me and I leaned forward towards her breasts. I took her left breast in my mouth and sucked hard on the nipple. Even in the half-light of the bedroom I could see her breasts were speckled with a smattering of delightful freckles. 

I sucked the other nipples, Charlotte letting out a little moan. Giving the nipple a nibble resulted in playful chirp. Charlotte, I could tell already, was higher-pitched when she was excited than Bonnie. 

The time for her full nudity had arrived. Reaching down and placing my hands on her rear, I gave her ass a healthy squeeze and pulled her panties down. She slipped out of them and stood naked above me. 

Looking down, I took note of her pussy. Like Bonnie, she kept it trim. I also saw she was a natural redhead. 

My hand went right to her pussy as I switched nipples again and inserted a finger inside her. She was already aroused and let out a gasp as I started fingering her rapidly while still sucking and nibbling on her massive breasts. I took my time, eager to get her going. 

"Oh, fuck, baby," she gasped. "I'm so ready to fuck."

I looked up at her, still fingering her pussy at a quick pace. 

"I can't wait to fuck you," I said, sliding my finger out of her. 

"Soon enough," she teased. "There's just one thing first."

"What's that?"

"Well," she said, dropping slowly to her knees. "I didn't get to talk to Bonnie long, but she gave me a good description of what you guys did."

"You got a play by play?" I asked. "How'd I rate?"

"Really fucking good." She reached forward and gently pushed aside my hand from my cock. "Only, she never got around to sucking your dick."

"I wasn't disappointed in how things went," I reassured her.

"Dan sure didn't miss out on any oral sex tonight," she said, stroking my dick slowly. "Why should you?"

"Once again, I can't find fault with your reasoning."

Charlotte studied my penis. 

"You two could be brothers," she said. "Wonder if you taste the same, too."

Charlotte got her answer, leaning her head forward and taking me into her mouth. First her lips overtook the head and held it there, her tongue flicking the tip. 

She didn't tease me long, taking the upper half of my cock all the way into mouth. She kept a grip on the base, moving it in time with her mouth's motion up and down. 

Charlotte Denise Belladonna has a lot of talents. She's a hell of a businesswoman and plays a mean clarinet. She's an amazing cook, an avid reader, and is really good at math. She cares about people and she'd do anything for a friend in need. She's also incredibly talented at sex, especially of the oral kind.

I was awash in pleasure. More out of reflex than anything else, I started thrusting upwards towards her mouth. She kept a firm grip on the base of my cock, however, controlling my thrusts. 

I lay back on the bed, giving myself up to pleasure. I didn't wish to be selfish, but her mouth felt so good and I was so turned-on I wanted nothing more at that moment than to come. 

I groaned, stretching out my arms and gasping. I'd eat her pussy all night afterwards if she wanted, I promised the universe, just let me come. 

On she sucked, minutes of ecstasy passing in sublime joy. I felt my orgasm approaching, letting out a low moan. Charlotte gave me a few more moments of hard sucking. 

And then she backed off, withdrawing her head.

"I'm almost ready to come," I protested. 

"And you will," she said. 

Already my looming orgasm was fading. 

"Trust me, baby," she said. "You're gonna have the orgasm of your life in a few minutes."

Charlotte crawled onto the bed on all fours, arching her back and thrusting her fat ass into the air. 

"Fuck me, Andrew," she said. "Fuck me hard. Don't forget the condom, baby." 

I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. I slid it on and positioned myself behind Charlotte, my eyes running over her huge ass. 

"Now you're ready," she said. "Fuck me baby. Make me come."

How could I argue with that? Charlotte, you see, always came violently when she got fucked doggy-style. I read somewhere that means she has a sensitive g-spot. 

I eased my way into her pussy. She was wet and I was able to bury my entire length inside her without much fuss. I started fucking her steadily, my lust growing when she began moaning. She was louder than Bonnie by an order of magnitude. A minute into fucking her and she was howling and squealing so loud passers-by on the street might've paused in their stroll to wonder whether it was bloody murder or mind-blowing sex taking place up at 221b. 

"Holy fucking shit!" she squealed in a high-pitch voice. "Go, go, go!"

I hammered her hard, lost in a wave of erotic fantasy fulfillment. 

Charlotte started howling and they might've heard her five neighborhoods over. She let out a high-pitched squeal and I glanced down. I had both hands on her enormous derriere as I drilled her as fast as I could. 

Somehow, I found another gear and fucked her still harder. By then she was shrieking wildly and I honestly don't know how none of the neighbors were called. She was squealing so loud I hoped the neighbors wouldn't call the police.

"I'm coming!" she howled. "Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!"

Charlotte started shrieking incoherently, a stream of unintelligible moaning issuing forth from her as she rode a wave of orgasm. 

Her orgasm subsided after many long moments even as I felt my own rising. It was gonna be a big one, I sensed. 

Charlotte slowed down her counter-thrusts. What was she doing? Why did she want to torture me?

"No, baby," I said. "I'm ready to come."

"Not just yet, baby," she said. "Trust me, remember. Slow down, sweetie."

"But I'm so close."

"Slow down. Trust me."

I listened to her and slowed down. Again my looming orgasm subsided as I kept fucking her slowly. 

"Okay, that's just fine," Charlotte finally said. She practically shouted. "Fuck me hard! Come inside me! Go for it, baby!"

I quickened my pace at once, hammering her pussy with all the energy I could muster. Charlotte provided more than adequate encouragement.

"That's it!" she squealed. "Faster, baby! Faster, motherfucker! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Charlotte was howling by this point and it is amazing law enforcement never showed up she was so loud. 

"Come inside me, baby," she said. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I felt my orgasm looming again. I was certain she wouldn't put a stop to it this time. 

"Fuck me!" she shouted over and over again. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

For the third time my orgasm loomed. This time it went forward and I exploded inside her. 

I froze mid-thrust as my cock throbbed with an intensity and strength I'd scarcely experienced before. A dozen pulses brought a dozen waves of delight shooting through my body. My legs grew weak as my cock throbbed for a good thirty seconds before the final twitches at last ceased. 

I pulled out and flopped onto my back.

I was breathing heavy. I don't think I'd ever been so thoroughly sexually satisfied. Given the circumstances, how could I not be?

"What the fuck?" I said when I could breathe again. "How did you do that?"

"I take it you liked it?"

"What gave it away? I mean, holy fucking shit! I don't know when I've come like that."

"I heard a guy will come harder if he approaches orgasm and then backs off a few times before finally coming," she said. "Is that true?"

"As a scientist I'd say more trials are needed before we can draw any conclusions regarding that hypothesis," I said. 

"Anything in the interests of science."

***

You'd think the next morning would be weird but it wasn't. Dan had to get up first, showering and getting dressed for work. His stirrings woke me, the memory of the previous night's events coming back to me.

Lifting my head, I saw Charlotte in my bed snoozing away.

I had to pee and slipped out of bed naked. I slid on my pajama pants and marched off to the bathroom. Afterwards I ran into Dan in the living room, dressed and heading out to work. He'd gotten some coffee going and was pouring himself a travel mug.

"Some night, huh?" I said.

"A nursing home night, bro."

"Okay, I'll bite," I said. "What does that mean?"

"It means this was one of those nights we'll still remember fifty years from now in the nursing home. I'll be popping Viagra and jerking off thinking about tonight until I drop dead."

"Nursing home night," I repeated.

"Anyhow, Bonnie's up," Dan said, headed for the door. "I was just talking to her. See you later."

"Later." 

I went into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee. Bonnie staggered in a few moments later. She looked cute in her pajamas and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had a groggy look on her face. It'd been a late night, after all. I poured her a cup without asking. 

"Cream and sugar?" 

"Black," she barked, then added "Please."

Bonnie sat at the kitchen table and took a long sip of coffee. 

"Thank you," she said afterwards. "I'm not very nice in the morning before I get my first sip of coffee. Sorry."

"I'll try to remember that," I said, taking a sip from my own mug and sitting down across from her.

"Charlotte's twice as bad," Bonnie warned, taking another sip. "She's a monster until she gets caffeine in her."

"I'll definitely try to remember that."

Bonnie smiled, the first time she'd done so since entering the kitchen. 

"You're so cute, prof," she said, reaching out and putting her hand on mine. "So! Feeling good this morning?"

"Yeah," I said. "It was some kind of evening."

"It was pretty fucking great," she said. "You two are just what we've been looking for. Two hot guys right across the street from the shop. Hot open-minded guys, to be more precise."

"Oh, we're open-minded," I assured her. "As are the two of you, apparently."

"We're pretty wild," she said, smiling and raising her eyebrows just a bit. "Is that okay?"

"Are you serious? The wilder you are, the better."

We heard the bathroom door close on the other end of the little apartment. 

"Charlotte's up," Bonnie said. "You might want to get that coffee ready. Just a little milk in hers."

"On it."

I handed Charlotte her coffee as she entered the kitchen. She said nothing, taking it from me and sipping. I had to smile, wondering at how this bubbly energetic bundle of energy was, as Bonnie described her, a monster first thing in the morning. She looked cute, her red hair in disarray and her ample form complimented nicely by her simple attire. 

It's easy to overlook a little impoliteness from a woman as beautiful as her. 

Charlotte sat at the table with Bonnie and I. Charlotte sipped her coffee again, still not saying a word. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, her huge bosom rising under the pink of her t-shirt.

"That's better," she said at last, her frown melting into a warm smile. "Good morning, prof. Thank you for the coffee. Where's Dannyboy?"

"Off to work," Bonnie said.

"Oh, that's too bad."

Charlotte and Bonnie stayed for breakfast. It was nothing fancy, just some toasted English muffins with strawberry jelly. They'd a busy day planned. Even though the shop was closed, they had a business meeting at three. Charlotte was determined to expand the catering angle, providing cupcakes at corporate events and so forth. They had to bake some samples from their menu, get cleaned-up, and head over for their sales pitch. 

I'll admit I held out a slim hope for a three-way that morning. After all, I'd had sex with both ladies now and they were the open-minded sort. I suppose one can't have everything, at least not too soon. 

They got dressed after breakfast and headed out the door. Charlotte turned and kissed me goodbye, an open-mouthed kiss full of enthusiasm. I snuck in a squeeze of her ass and she let out an adorable chirp. 

"Have a good day, prof," she said. 

"You too," I said. 

Bonnie kissed me next the same way. 

"Good luck this afternoon, ladies," I told them as they left. 

"Thanks, prof," they said in unison, waving and heading down the stairs.

I closed the door and sat down on the couch. It was the first chance I'd had to absorb the events of the previous evening and the prospect of what lay ahead. I thought about Bonnie and eating her sweet pussy and her full weight covering me as I came. 

My mind next turned to thoughts of Charlotte, how amazing it was fucking her from behind clutching her enormous ass cheeks. I got hard just thinking about it. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall above the bookshelves. I had at least an hour before I had to leave for work, I thought, plus no one else in the apartment. I slipped my hand inside my pants, feeling my hardening cock. 

What could I possibly do, I wondered, with the spare time?

Things with Bonnie and Charlotte proceeded quickly after that first night together. We went out a few more times over the next few weeks.

Sometimes the girls would come across the street after they closed shop for the day and we'd all order a few pizzas and spend a pleasant evening watching TV and drinking cheap wine before coupling up and adjourning to our bedrooms. 

Bonnie and Charlotte were particularly interested in a show on Wednesday night called Cupcake Battle. It featured the owners of cupcake shops like their own going head-to-head competing for the title of "Cupcake Battle Champion" which came with twenty grand in cash and lots of free publicity.

While it was on, they were laser-focused. They'd comment extensively during the commercials, sometimes scribbling hurried notes on what they'd seen. They'd also speculate about what it would be like if they were ever on. 

There was an earnest quality in their voices when they spoke of the possibility. I sensed the didn't consider the idea of being on the show some pipe dream. It was a tangible goal of theirs, something they meant to achieve. 

***

Sometimes Charlotte and I paired off, other times Bonnie and I. Dan and I enjoyed letting the girls pick. We might all be sitting on the pair of couches facing the TV and Bonnie happened to be next to me. We'd cuddle and start making out and Charlotte and Dan would be all over each other at the same time. Next thing you knew I was back in my room nailing Bonnie. 

For a month it went on like that and I'd never been so sexually satisfied in my life. Three or four days a week they'd come over. We'd go out once a week on Sunday night, usually to some little ethnic restaurant on a quiet side street where it was affordable but the food was excellent. 




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 02



The entire time there was virtually no discussion of our peculiar arrangement. Dan and I were dating Charlotte and Bonnie. It wasn't Dan dating Bonnie and me dating Charlotte or the opposite. The funny thing, it all felt natural to us. We were two best friends dating two beautiful, fascinating ladies.

It was a good thing we lived right across from their business, too. Charlotte and Bonnie were succeeding but working long hours, Bonnie in particular. She did the bulk of the baking and was in most mornings by six. Charlotte handled the business end and came in around nine. They opened at ten and stayed open till seven. Six days a week. 

Things were going better than they could've hoped, though. A popular weekly newspaper did a glowing feature on the shop that generated a lot of business. Plus, Charlotte's corporate catering scheme was slowly catching on. 

They were also doing well selling coffee, which Bonnie was quick to point out had an enormous profit margin.

"People are buying large premium roast coffees for two buck and its ninety percent profit," she said. 

For the time being, there was still not much competition on that score in the neighborhood. The national coffee chains hadn't yet noticed how chic our corner of the city had become. 

Charlotte and Bonnie hired a few people to help, starting with their cousin Olivia. Olivia was a few years younger than they, fresh out of college and having trouble finding a job while she thought about grad school. 

Olivia was built like her cousins, with all the wonderful Belladonna curves, only in a shorter package. She barely cracked five feet, and was hot as could be. She had pretty sandy blonde hair and glasses which brought out the green in her eyes.

"Forget about it," Bonnie whispered to me the first time I saw her working behind the counter. 

We were standing by the front door and I was helping her place a sign on the sidewalk. Olivia was inside taking care of a customer.

"She's got a boyfriend," she explained. "And let's just say she's not as free-spirited as Charlotte and I."

"A boy can still look, can't he?" I teased. 

"Look all you want," Bonnie said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. 

Dan and I got sucked into the orbit of Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes right away. At first, one of us might go on a catering run with one of them when we were available. Before long, we were working on Saturday afternoons to help out. They insisted on paying us, but we just took the cash they gave us and used it to buy them dinner. 

Olivia soon had a huge, positive impact on the business. The ice cream side of the business was lagging. It was an afterthought, really, consisting merely of a stretch of counter and a dozen typical flavors. 

Olivia asked the sisters if she could take over the ice cream section. Her big idea was to do exotic, artisanal flavors. 

"What the hell," Bonnie said. "We're hardly selling any ice cream right now. Go for it."

Olivia went crazy, developing a line of exotic ice creams which soon had people coming in for everything from basil-flavored ice cream to cheddar flavor. 

Trust me on that last one. It's good 

Olivia's greatest creation, however, was inspired by the Thai restaurant on the block. She developed a green coconut curry ice cream. I know, I know. It sounds strange but it's a thing of sublime beauty. Try it once and you're hooked forever. 

More employees were hired and things kept taking off. 

That October, though, Bonnie and Charlotte got a huge windfall in the form of tremendous free publicity. 

Unbeknownst to all of us, the city council president had been coming in every week and had become a big fan. No one recognized her on Saturday mornings in her jogging clothes and baseball cap. 

We were in the midst of a governor's race at the time. It was a heated contest, most polls showing the candidates dead-even. The media was even more focused on the election than usual because both candidates were named Thompson and were second cousins from the same old-money family that's been around state politics forever.

Most of the pundits were saying that, barring a major gaff by one of the candidates, it would come down to turn-out on election day. Whoever got their people to the polls would come out the winner. 

I didn't follow politics much in those days, but it was shaping up to be an interesting contest. Then Bonnie and Charlotte's shop got thrust into the middle of it, in a sense.

One of the Thompsons running for governor planned a stop in our neighborhood, accompanied by the council president and the mayor. Guess where the council president took the candidate for a quick snack and photo op? 

Say what you want about politicians and campaigns and all the bullshit they produce, but in this case it was a true boon to Charlotte and Bonnie. With dozens of news cameras rolling, the gubernatorial candidate and the mayor sampled their food. The future governor tried Bonnie's latest creation, a Maple Pumpkin Cheesecake Cupcake. 

Even the slickest, sleaziest electioneer in all the world couldn't have faked the expression on his face when he bit into it. His gaze grew distant and he fell silent for long moments. 

"That," he said at last. "Is one of the best things I've ever tasted in my entire life. Outstanding."

The mayor tried a cup of the green coconut curry ice cream and couldn't stop raving. 

The segments on all the news channels that night were brief, but the piece was on every local channel. The coverage on two stations even featured the gubernatorial candidate's reaction to the cupcake! 

What's more, Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes managed ten seconds on one of the national cable news networks.

We sat there in the living room dumbfounded as the segment on the tight race gave a brief rundown of where each candidate had been. 

"Senator Thompson stopped in at a local cupcake shop after the speech to the Fraternal Order of Police," the announcer said. 

The screen switched to State Senator Devin Davis Thompson, flanked by the mayor and city council president, biting into the cupcake. Reporters and cameramen were crowded around them and Bonnie was smiling behind the counter. 

"It's me!" she shouted, pointing at the screen. 

"The Senator praised the owners of Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes as the type of innovating small business owners who helped drive the local economy," the announcer concluded. "Meanwhile, his opponent, State Comptroller Andrew H. Thompson, spoke before senior citizens at an appearance upstate." 

"This is amazing," Charlotte said, ignoring the rest of the report. "I can't believe it."

"Well, I think we should celebrate," I declared. "Come on, let's go out. You don't get mentioned on national TV every day." 

***

For dinner, we went for Mexican food a few blocks away. A few bottles of crisp white wine were also imbibed during the dinner. 

"If I believed in astrology, I'd say the Belladonna Sisters were born under a fortunate star," I said as we finished eating, raising my glass. "Here's to them! And cousin Olivia, of course, the ice cream queen!"

We called Olivia and invited her, along with her sourpuss boyfriend Nathaniel. They met us at the restaurant. 

Nathaniel was tall and thin, with beady little eyes and a receding hairline he did everything he could to disguise with a pathetic comb-over. I disliked him the moment I saw him. 

What made me hate him, though, was his constant belittling comments about Olivia's weight. 

"Working in a cupcake store," he said the first time I met him shortly after Olivia started working at the shop.

He looked around, sighing.

"It's kind of like an alcoholic working in a bar, don't you think?" he said.

I won't go into the dozen little remarks I heard from him that evening. He went on about how the skinny waitress was so attractive.

"Clearly, she takes pride in herself," he quipped. 

To each his own, I always say. But what I couldn't understand about Nate was why he'd date a fat girl only to criticize her being fat. Want a skinny girl? Fine, go date a fucking skinny girl. 

There was only reason I could figure for someone like Nate to date a fat girl and I didn't like it. 

After dinner the six of us adjourned to 221b. I produced a bottle of moderately-priced champagne from the fridge.

Dan opened the window and I worked the cork lose, pointing it towards the street below. It sprang lose with a loud pop, the cork flying into the night air aimed directly at Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes. It fell short, landing on the sidewalk in front of the shop, but the tribute was worthy. 

Glasses were filled all around and we toasted the continued success of Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes. 

Bonnie opened up the fridge and produced a tray of her latest cupcake creation. 

"I present to you the Glazed Bacon Donut Cupcake," she announced. 

All I'd known beforehand was that Bonnie was developing something new and was going to surprise us all after dinner. It looked like a regular vanilla cupcake only topped with a tiny glazed donut topped with a piece of bacon. 

Everyone surged forward to get a sample except Nathaniel. The marriage of sweet and salty was perfect, a harmonious union apparent from the first bite. 

"This is your best cupcake ever," I said. "A sure hit."

"Bacon and cupcakes," Nate sneered. "Wonderfully healthy."

"Dude," I said, turning towards him. I was unable to put up with his shit anymore. "It's a treat! That's their business. They're in the treat business."

"I just think," Nate said. "Given Olivia's tendencies, this is yet another obstacle to her achieving a healthier, more attractive weight."

"Hold on," I said. "What do you mean, 'more attractive' weight?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean," Nate said.

"Maybe that's what you find attractive," I said. "Attraction is a different matter for everyone." 

"Come on," Nate said. "Don't tell me you don't want your, uh, girlfriends to lose some weight. You're just dating them until something better comes along. In the meantime, they suffice."

"You need to leave," I said, putting down my glass and glaring at him. "Now!"

"I will," Nathaniel said, putting down his drink. "Fucking perverts. Come on, Olivia."

I shuddered in disgust as Olivia followed him out. 

"Why would she be with someone like that?" Dan wondered after they'd left.

"All her life, she's been told by douchebags like him that she's flawed," I speculated. "She believes him, and he knows it. He likes having someone under his thumb."

"He knows about us," Bonnie said.

"What about us?" I asked.

"Our arrangement," Bonnie explained. "I might've explained it to Olivia the other day when she asked who each of us were dating. She repeated it to him and he flipped out. He told her we're revolting and is demanding she quit the shop."

"What?" I shouted. "She's not considering it?"

"Hopefully not," Charlotte sighed, sipping her champagne. "But Olivia has a long history of bad relationship choices."

"Quit the shop?" I was incredulous. "For that asshole?"

"That he is," Bonnie said. "He thinks we're all fucking each other every night in frenzied foursomes. As though there's anything wrong with that."

Dan and I picked up on the hint at once. We glanced at each other. Dan smiled subtly and his eyebrow cocked up. 

"You know," he began. "It occurs to me that the best way to get back at an ass like that is to do the very thing which pisses him off."

"Really?" Bonnie smirked. "And what would that be?"

"Well," Dan said. "If a frenzied four-way pisses him off..."

"Then that's what we'll have to do!" Bonnie said playfully. She leaned forward and kissed him.

"If he's outraged by the idea that we're a bunch of depraved perverts...," he continued. 

"Then we should be as perverse as we want to be!" Bonnie finished his thought in a joking tone. "Careful, now, Charlotte and I are pretty fucking perverse."

"How perverse?" Dan asked. 

Bonnie laughed. 

"Plenty," she said, glancing over at Charlotte for the first time. "What do you think, sis? Want to do Dannyboy and the prof with me?"

Charlotte grinned, downing the last of her champagne. 

"I could be persuaded."

"We were wondering what was taking the two of you so long to get around to this," Bonnie said. "I just had to drop a pretty big hint to finally get it moving. Seriously, you guys are adorable and fuck us amazing but you can be such pussies."

"It's not exactly standard stuff," I began. "We didn't-"

"Bullshit," Bonnie cut me off. "We've been fucking you both now for a month. What difference does it make if we're all in the same room? Or switching off? You guys are wimps." 

"But we fuck you amazing," I said. "Your words, not mine."

She moved closer to me, placing her arms on my shoulders and giving me a long, hot kiss. 

"Affirmed," she said. "You may be wimps, but you're adorable, hot wimps with wonderful penises."

"I can live with that," I said, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her back. 

***

It's not like Dan and I hadn't discussed this scenario. We had. 

"They'd be down with it in a second, bro," Dan said. "No doubt in my mind."

"Maybe," I said, thinking it over. "Okay, probably. Yeah, most definitely."

Dan was in favor of just suggesting it one evening and seeing what happened. They were open-minded enough that they certainly wouldn't be offended by the suggestion. 

I agreed. Dan would slide out the idea at the right moment and we'd see what happens next. 

Then Bonnie dropped her hint and the rest was easy. 

Bonnie took me by the hand and led me into the bigger bedroom where Dan slept, Charlotte leading him by the hand. Reaching the bedroom, Bonnie turned and we fell into each other's arms. We kissed furiously and I pulled her against me. I saw Charlotte and Dan doing the same not five feet away. 

Bonnie looked amazing. She'd chosen a dark purple button-down blouse and tight-fitting jeans that evening. My hands voyaged down to her butt and ran across her wide ass cheeks as our tongues twirled. 

I was overtaken with lust, sensing the beginnings of a romp I'd remember for the rest of my life. 

Yet another "nursing-home night", I supposed. 

Dan looked to be having as good a time with Charlotte. They were kissing, Dan's hands all over her huge breasts. Charlotte wore a pretty pink blouse and a white open-front sweater, as was her style, along with pretty floral-pattern skirt. The sweater was already gone and Dan was unbuttoning her blouse. 

I kissed Bonnie's neck, savoring the sweet aroma and soft smoothness of her skin. I undid the first button on her blouse and then the second. She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head and cast it aside. We kissed again and I undid a third button on her shirt and then a fourth. Bonnie got the front of my jeans open and unzipped. 

A quick glance showed me that Dan, quick operator that he is, was already stripped down to his underwear. Charlotte's shirt was gone and she was stepping out of her skirt as they kissed. His hands were moving up her back to undo her bra. 

Bonnie and I continued making-out, undressing each other as we went. Off went my jeans and socks, followed by my underwear as I finished unbuttoning her blouse. Bonnie shimmied out of her snug-fitting jeans, my hands sliding them down over the wide sweep of her hips and big ass. She wasn't wearing panties, a pleasant surprise, but her bra remained. 

I pulled her against me, our tongues doing battle as Bonnie let out a little moan. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dan and Charlotte standing there making-out. They were completely naked and I took a moment to admire Charlotte's magnificent figure. 

Bonnie glanced at Dan and her sister, her eyes alit as she took in the scene. I undid her bra and let if fall as I kissed the side of her neck. She grasped my cock with her hand and stroked it gently. What was half-erect sprung into a rock-hard state. Charlotte, I saw, was doing the same to Dan. 

"You guys look so fucking hot," Bonnie said.

We did, it's true. 

The four of us could've been the climactic scene in a BBW porno right then. There was Charlotte and Bonnie with their smoking-hot bodies and pretty features, big round asses and DDD cup tits. 

"Look at this pair of hard cocks," Bonnie bantered.

"Aren't they nice." Charlotte grinned, pretending to be perplexed. "Whatever can we do about them?"

"I could think of a few things," I offered. 

"So could I," said Bonnie, looking me in the eyes. 

My hopes were answered as Bonnie slowly dropped to her knees. Charlotte, following Bonnie's cue, did the same in front of Dan. 

Bonnie stroked me gently, looking over my cock for a moment before kissing it tenderly on the tip. Then she gave the head a long, wet lick before taking it into her mouth. 

Bonnie's sucked my cock in a slow, leisurely manner. She kept eye contact, her blue eyes gazing into my own, and I almost forgot the presence of Charlotte and Dan. 

It was Bonnie whose eyes turned upon them, my own following. Charlotte was sucking Dan's cock with vigor, her hand on his shaft as his hips thrust towards her mouth in time to her sucking. 

The sisters caught each other's glance and broke off sucking our dicks in a sudden burst of giggling. On some level, the whole situation had to seem silly to them. This was a long way from playing dress-up when they were little girls. 

They kept jerking our wet cocks, though, even as they shared a laugh. I couldn't help but notice Dan was, as he'd said, bigger than me. It wasn't by much, but his boasting of being a hair under eight inches seemed more or less accurate.

Good for him. I'm big enough that I'm past the threshold of being self-conscious about guys with bigger dicks than myself. 

The girls returned to sucking our cocks and this time Dan and I shared a knowing glance. We just grinned and shook our heads. We were living the dream. 

We stood side-by-side, the sisters sucking us hard as we thrust our hips in rhythm to their ministrations. Bonnie paused in her sucking, jerking me off and looking up at me with a sly smile.

"Switch!" she blurted out suddenly. 

Bonnie and Charlotte backed off, rising and trading places. Now it was me and Dan's turn to share a laugh. Clearly, the sisters had discussed the very scenario we were engaged in and had a few ideas on how to play it.

A month earlier I'd kissed Bonnie and then Charlotte as they said goodbye at the door and it was so intense I had to jerk off afterwards. Imagine what it's like having them each sucking my dick in succession. I didn't think I could get any more turned on, but looking down at Charlotte's mouth sliding up and down on my cock sent me into another gear of lust.

I could've come in under a minute the whole situation was so hot. I looked down and watched Charlotte sucking me off, her hand jerking the base gently as her mouth worked its magic. 

I glanced over and watched Bonnie on Dan. He was as lost in a tidal wave of lust as I was, thrusting and moaning.

"Oh, fuck," he kept groaning. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."

"Holy shit," I said suddenly, backing off right when I thought I might be ready to come. "Get on the bed, ladies, please. It's your turn."

As eager to come as I was, it was far better to stretch it all out. 

I plunged right into eating Charlotte's pussy, starting off with a long and slow lick of the entire length of her cunt from the top of labia all the way down to her asshole. She was already dripping wet, as turned-on by the unfolding scenario as I was.

Charlotte let out a long groan and I fell right into attacking her clit with my tongue. I inserted a finger and fucked her pussy with it in time to my licks. Soon she was bucking and moaning as a consequence of my efforts. 

"Oh, that's it," Charlotte squealed in her signature high-pitched tone. 




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 02



I kept fingering and licking, my face buried between her glorious fat thighs which were thrust in the air. 

Charlotte's squeals were joined by Bonnie crying out.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah," Bonnie moaned. 

It sounded like Bonnie, too, might come in a short while. I wondered if I could make Charlotte come first. Dan was skilled at cunnilingus, no doubt, but I take pride in my own talents in that department. 

Dan and I licked the Belladonna sisters' pussies with vigor, both sisters soon riding waves of looming ecstasy. A glance over at Dan and Bonnie showed him lapping at her clit furiously while two or more of his fingers fucked her. 

He was racing me, after all, I realized!

Well, I decided, if he wanted to make it a competition I was more than up for the challenge. 

It occurred to me that I had an advantage with Charlotte and I could make her come near-instantly. Charlotte, you'll recall, had a highly-sensitive g-spot. That meant getting fucked doggy-style worked sent her over the edge. The g-spot, of course, can also be approached during oral sex. 

I curved my fingers upwards as I fingered her, going right for it. Still licking her clit intently, I placed my other hand, palm flat, against her tuft of trimmed rust-red pubic hair. Doing so stimulates the g-spot from both above and below.

The effect on Charlotte was immediate. She let out a long, incoherent gasp and started squealing. Ten seconds later it was a high-pitched howl, her head turning back and forth as she screamed. Ten seconds afterwards I felt her pussy contract several times as she came. I fingered and licked her as fast as I could and made sure she enjoyed a good, long orgasm. 

I backed off, slipping out my fingers and kissing her clit tenderly. I gave her pussy a few light, gentle licks as she came down from the orgasmic high. 

Charlotte had come first, much to my satisfaction, but Bonnie was right on her heels. Charlotte barely stopped shrieking when Bonnie's own groans grew louder. I had to hand it to Dan. I'd pulled out an advanced move tailored to Charlotte's particular sexual make-up but Dan still nearly made Bonnie come first. 

Before I could decide what to do next, Charlotte was pulling me up on top of her. I cooperated and found myself kissing her furiously as Bonnie was still at the tail end of coming only a few feet to my left. 

We managed to pause long enough to get a condom on my cock. Then Charlotte guided me towards her pussy. It was still dripping-wet and I slid right in.

"That's it, prof," she moaned, kissing my neck. "You feel so good inside me. Fuck me."

I started fucking her at a good pace, by that point a mass of lust eager to get relief in the only way possible. She wrapped her plump arms around my shoulders and pulled me tight against her, our mouths all over each other. 

Charlotte's legs wrapped around the base of my back, her wide thighs starting to give me that feeling of being enveloped which sends me into overdrive.

I was dimly aware of Dan and Bonnie going at it a few feet away. Bonnie was on her hands and knees getting fucked hard from behind. She was moaning loudly, her huge ass thrust in the air. I glanced over at them, the sight of them turning me on even more.  

The four of us going at it in the same room was all so deviant and thus hot, beyond anything I'd ever tried before. It sent me through the roof and I felt the early stirrings of my orgasm.

I fucked Charlotte as hard and fast as I could, my orgasm approaching with the speed of a rocket. I froze mid-thrust as my cock began throbbing violently inside her. Each throb sent another pulse of pleasure through me. Again and again, the happy waves of joy overtook me as the orgasm went on and on. It might've been the strongest, most intense orgasm of my life to that point.

Savoring the final lingering twitches of my cock, the echoes of orgasmic fury, I fucked Charlotte nice and slow as we share a long, languid kiss. 

I pulled out and lay next to her. Together we held each other and watched Dan hammering Bonnie hard. Neither of us said so much as a word, staring transfixed at the two of them. It was like a front row seat to some first-rate BBW porn. There was Bonnie, moaning happily as Dan thrust into her furiously. His hands were on her ass, squeezing her massive cheeks hard as he fucked her. 

It went on for a solid five minutes before he uttered a low grunt. A moment later he froze in place and we knew he was coming. He withdrew from Bonnie and flopped down on the bed. Bonnie joined him and the four of us lay there together naked, spent and exhausted. 

I lay there, caressing Charlotte's tits. I gave her a warm kiss, then leaned over and did the same with Bonnie. Dan kissed Charlotte in the same manner.

A hundred thoughts ran through my head. The whole polyamorous situation had been enough to cope with. Now things had taken another interesting turn towards group sex. 

Lying their cuddling with the girls and listening to everyone breath, I couldn't help but wonder where we would all go from here. We'd just taken a small step into a big, kinky pond.



The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 03



The next weeks were more pleasant times. Business kept booming for Bonnie and Charlotte, their wildest dreams unfolding. The free publicity in the wake of the candidate's visit fueled new business, a local weekly doing a feature on the shop for their food section a week later. 

Then, three days after State Senator Devin Davis Thompson became governor-elect Devin Davis Thompson, the organizer of his inaugural ball placed an order for five hundred cupcakes. 

Charlotte, meanwhile, was promoting their store heavily for Thanksgiving. She had a huge poster made for the window of the shop describing their Maple-Walnut Cheesecake and Pumpkin Pie cupcakes as perfect for Thanksgiving dessert. She set it up so people could even pre-order online for pick-up all the way until noon Thanksgiving. 

"A lot of young people live in the neighborhood," she explained. "They go home to the suburbs on Thanksgiving, and want to bring home something from the city. Hmm. Maybe we need a second poster. Something saying 'Going home for Thanksgiving? Bring a dessert they'll all rave about?' Maybe."

Olivia didn't quit, at least not right away. She ignored Dan and I, but I caught her glancing my way more than once. 

I felt bad for her. She was a rare beauty, but society and an idiot boyfriend fed her a bunch of horseshit that made her think she wasn't. Meanwhile, every time I caught a glimpse of her amazing contours or flashing green eyes I melted a bit inside.

In spite of all the incredible and frequent sex I was getting at the time, it was hard not to notice her substantial curves. A woman that beautiful deserved so much more than she was getting.

As for Dan and I, it was like our own dreams were coming true in the form of Bonnie and Charlotte. We helped them out all the time in the shop, happy just to be around them. There was already this wild and unfettered sexual relationship, to which a growing friendship and easygoing happiness was being added.

Most nights by this point, they came over after work. One of us would make dinner - Bonnie was the best cook amongst the four of us - and we'd hang around or watch TV. Sometimes we'd go out and, on average three or four times per week, the four of us would get it on. 

Things fell into an easy, unspoken rhythm. Sometimes I had sex with Charlotte, sometimes with Bonnie. Usually, if I did it with Charlotte then the next time it was with Bonnie. 

We hadn't yet repeated the foursome, but I couldn't complain about how things were going. I was in the middle of an extended kinky dream and I was loving every single moment of it. 

***

The Friday before Thanksgiving, we got hit with the biggest snowstorm in a decade. 

The weathermen started talking about the storm system gathering strength and coming down from Canada three or four days earlier. By Thursday, they were certain it was going to be a doozy of a blizzard and it was headed straight for us. Classes at my school were cancelled and Dan's company was forced to close as well when a state of emergency was declared. 

"We might not be able to open again until Sunday," Bonnie lamented as we stood in the kitchen of her shop and I helped her clean things up. 

"At least you'll be open for the Thanksgiving orders," I consoled her. 

"Thank goodness for that!" she said. "We've got pre-orders for three hundred cupcakes already!"

"Well, you girls can ride out the blizzard at our place if you like," I offered. "This way, if you absolutely have to get into the shop you can."

Bonnie leaned over and kissed me. My lips parted and our tongues danced for several moments. I pulled her against me, the feeling of massive tits mashing against my chest never growing old. 

"What was that for?" I asked after she broke off the kiss. 

"Nothing, prof," she said. "You just looked adorable. Also, there's the thought of being snowed-in with you and Dan. Makes me hot."

I slid my hands down to her ass, pulling her against my thighs. Leaning over, I kissed her neck.

"Maybe this snowstorm isn't such a bad thing, after all," she sighed. 

***

Bonnie and Charlotte had already taken over portions of our closets and drawers, keeping stuff at our place for semi-frequent overnights. They arrived pre-blizzard with extra overnight bags. Dan and I had just gotten in from the chaos of the supermarket where everyone was stocking up. We bought plenty of food and enough booze to last until December if need be. 

It started snowing at midnight and didn't stop for the next sixteen hours. Waking, I slipped out of the bed I shared the night before with Charlotte and found Dan and Bonnie already in the kitchen drinking coffee. 

"Good morning!" I said. 

Bonnie grunted, still recovering from her pre-coffee darkness. Despite her gloom, she looked gorgeous. Her hair was in a ponytail, as was her morning custom, a few stray locks framing her face nicely. She wore a long purple shirt and gray sweats.

"Check outside, bro," Dan said. 

I stepped over to the window overlooking the street and pushed down one of the slats on the blinds. Outside was a fury of white. Snow came down at a forty-five degree angle, the visibility so poor I could barely make out the sign for Bonnie and Charlotte's shop across the street. I saw a drift five feet high forming in front.

"Holy shit!" I said. "Well, we're not going anywhere today." 

Suitably caffeinated, Bonnie decided to make breakfast and set to work at the stove. Charlotte, meanwhile, emerged with an angry glare on her face. I handed her a cup of coffee without saying a word and we gave her plenty of space for a few minutes as she transformed into the happy, delightful person she'd be the rest of the day. 

Bonnie, meanwhile, cooked up quesadillas stuffed with scrambled eggs, cheddar, avocado, and bacon. Washing it down with coffee and orange juice, we satisfied our hunger and expressed our appreciation of Bonnie's efforts and culinary acumen. 

"Well," Dan announced, stating the obvious. "We've the entire day before us. What shall we do?"

"I can think of a few things," I said. 

Charlotte laughed. She looked incredibly cute, her rust-red hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a yellow t-shirt and plaid pajama pants and was the essence of adorable. 

"I suppose you think we should just have sex from now until bedtime," she teased. 

"Well, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world," I joked.

"As though you guys could handle it," Bonnie offered. "Please, how many times in a day could you possibly manage? Multiple orgasms are nothing for girls, but you're another story. How many could you guys manage? Four? Five, perhaps?"

"Sure," I said. "Maybe." 

"Is that a challenge?" Bonnie said, a sly smile crossing her lips. 

"If you want to take it as one," I said.

"What do you think, sis?" Bonnie said, glancing at Charlotte. 

"I think we need something in return," Charlotte said. "How about we come two times every time they come once?"

"That works for me," I said.

"Me too," Dan chimed in.

"Then we've a deal," Bonnie said, downing the last of her orange juice. "You can fuck us as much as you like all day, no problem, but for every orgasm you manage you must give us two. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Dan and I said in unison.

"Well then, gentlemen," Bonnie said. "Shall we begin?"

***

Consider the ideal snow day. Everyone has their own idea of it.

For many, it's a long leisurely day spent reading or watching a favorite old movie. For some, perhaps sleeping in and then never getting out of your pajamas is a big part of it.

For others, myself included, it involves me and my best friend banging the shit out of two of most amazing, gorgeous women on the planet. 

It started in the living room. I found myself paired off with Charlotte as Dan went with Bonnie. Charlotte and I stumbled into the big bedroom along with Dan and Bonnie, kissing deeply as we went. I'd woken horny, despite vigorous sex with Bonnie the night before, and so couldn't wait to get at it. 

I slid off Charlotte's top as we entered the bedroom, then pushed down her pajama pants. She stepped out of them and was naked, having slept without underwear. I wasted no time in joining her in nudity as I peeled off my shirt, pajama bottoms, and underwear in rapid succession.

We fell onto the bed, hands all over each other. Laying on our sides, our tongues dueled and I grabbed her breasts and then ran my hand down her soft belly. A lot of big girls don't want their belly touched or focused-upon, self-conscious even when well-aware of their BBW nature. Charlotte never minded, though, so I was happy to enjoy myself.

Charlotte has an exquisite belly, an under-appreciated element of the ideal BBW. The belly, ideally, should be proportional to the big tits and ass the BBW admirer so yearns for. Both Charlotte and Bonnie had great bellies, smooth expanses of soft womanliness protruding outward in a gentle curve beneath towering breasts. 

My hand travelled next down to her crotch as we kissed. Behind Charlotte, I caught a glimpse of Bonnie sitting on the edge of the bed. She was naked, her seahorse tattoo in full view as she leaned forward sucking on Dan's hard cock. Last night, it occurred to me, she'd been sucking on my dick. Now, the sight of her mouth going up and down on Dan's erection was extraordinarily arousing.

I slid a finger into Charlotte and she let out a tiny moan. I began fucking her with it, moving my mouth down to suck on her nipples. She rolled onto her back and I sucked each nipple in turn, my finger still fucking her steadily. 

"Fuck me, prof," she moaned. "Go on, stand at the edge of the bed and give it to me."

I obliged her, sliding off the bed as she maneuvered herself into place. She liked when I fucked her standing while she lay on her back with her legs in the air. It was one of her favorite positions, and she came every time. 

First I decided to warm her up, though. I knelt down at the edge of the bed, her pussy inches in front of my face flanked by her wide buttocks and upturned legs. I leaned in and inhaled her aroma. It was musty and I gave her pussy a long lick, savoring her wetness.

I spent a few minutes licking her until she was moaning and breathing heavily. Rising, I took my cock in hand and slid on a condom from the nightstand. I eased right into her in one easy move.

I began to fuck her at a nice, easy pace. It's a sweet position for doing it with a fat girl. You can place a hand on each big ass cheek and get some leverage while watching tits and belly bouncing in rhythm. I enjoyed the view, not to mention that of Dan and Bonnie.

It was like having my own personal porno to enjoy while fucking Charlotte. They'd transitioned from Bonnie sucking on his dick to Dan on his back with Bonnie on top. 

Bonnie leaned forward, her arms on the backboard as she started bouncing up and down on his cock. Dan got this faraway look of contentment in his eyes, reaching up and cupping her tits as she rode him. Soon he was thrusting up towards her in time to her bouncing. 

My pace fucking Charlotte grew quicker. My hands grabbed hold of her legs and I pulled them against me and leaned forward. I began drilling her at a rapid pace and she reached down her hand and started rubbing her clit and groaning. After a few minutes, she was squealing and moaning.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she groaned. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Keep going. Keep going."

Bonnie was also howling, her voice growing louder. All the while the wind beat against the window outside. It was frosted over but four sweating, fucking bodies warmed the air inside. 

"Fuck, yes!" Bonnie screamed. "Oh, that's it motherfucker! Fuck yes!"

By now Bonnie was bucking up and down on Dan in a frenzy, her ponytail bouncing along with her big tits. She started squealing incoherently the same time as Charlotte. Moments later, the Belladonna sisters came simultaneously. 

Charlotte howled louder than the punishing wind just beyond the thin pane of glass, still rubbing her clit with intensity. I was looking at her big tits bouncing when I felt something warm and wet against my stomach. Glancing down, I watched as a stream of clear ejaculate shot forth from her pussy in a gently arch. I'd never seen female ejaculation before in person and was dumbfounded. 

It sent me into overdrive. I started fucking her even harder, it was so hot. I'd had sex with Charlotte at least a dozen times, but had no idea until that moment she could do that. 

Dan came not long after Bonnie and she slid off him. They lay there watching me drilling Charlotte, wide-eyed and fascinated. 

Bonnie met my gaze and then slid backwards out of bed. She walked around behind me. She leaned against me, her hands all over my shoulders as she kissed the back of my neck. 

"That's it, prof," she whispered. "Fuck her good, baby."

I felt the beginnings of my first orgasm of the day stirring deep within me. Bonnie reached down and gently tickled my balls, still kissing my neck. It was more than I could stand and I came inside Charlotte at once. My cock throbbed as powerful as it ever has, each pulse sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. 

"Oh, fuck yes!" I blurted out as I came. 

I withdrew, reaching down and taking hold of the base of the condom so my cock didn't slip out of it. Standing, I turned and kissed Bonnie's mouth. 

"Thanks, babe," I said. "That was amazing."

"It's not over yet," Bonnie pointed out. "Don't forget your end of the bargain. Two orgasms for us to every one of yours." She paused, looking at her sisters. "Get ready to eat some more pussy. Check the front pocket in my overnight bag there. You'll find some assistance we'd like you to use."

I found a pair of seven inch silver vibrators in the bag. They were your basic type, hard plastic on the outside. They were smooth and aerodynamic, the vibration activated by twisting the bottom. 

Bonnie and Charlotte position themselves on their backs with their heads on the pillows beneath the headboards. Dan I crawled into bed, vibrators in hand. 

"Over here, Prof," Bonnie said to me, her legs spreading. 

"You're mine, Dannyboy," Charlotte said. 

Dan and I settled in, our faces soon planted in the pussies of the sisters. It wasn't weird licking a pussy my best friend had just fucked, even though you'd think it might be. We'd all long ago crossed a line beyond which petty squeamishness had no meaning. 

Besides, I must point out, he'd worn a condom just like I had. There was no cum oozing from Bonnie's vagina.

So we licked with zest, at length activating the vibrators and inserting them into their pussies. I fucked Bonnie with it as hard as I could, my arm soon hurting. I switched arms, still lapping away at her clit. After five minutes she was squealing and moaning again.

I backed off, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I fucked her with the vibrator. I enjoyed myself, watching her exploding with pleasure. 

Dan beat me this time, Charlotte soon screeching furiously as she came. Bonnie followed her a minute later, though, bucking and screaming. 

So far we'd kept our end of the bargain.

I noticed the clock on the nightstand said nine-fifteen. I'd already enjoyed some crazy group sex and came like a madman and the day was just getting started.

***

When it was over, I kissed her pussy gently and lay my head down on her thigh. Dan did the same with Charlotte. 

Outside the wind picked up. Its howling was the only sound in the room besides our breathing. I stroked Bonnie's thigh, admiring the smooth softness of her skin. My eyes fell on the Pi tattoo right above her crotch.

"What's with this tattoo?" I said, staring up at it. "I've been meaning to ask."

"It's Pi." Bonnie shrugged matter-of-factly. "It's something which has always fascinated me."

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"To me it's always been a symbol of pure reality," Bonnie explained. "Think about it. You take a circle, any circle, and its circumference must be three-point-one-four-five-nine-whatever forever that of the diameter. It has to be. Doesn't that blow your mind?"

"I never thought about it that carefully," I admitted.

"It's the essence of pure truth," Bonnie said.

"But isn't math just a human abstraction?" I wondered.

"No, I don't buy that," Charlotte interjected. "Sure, the symbols are human creations but the laws and the ratios and the relationships, they're already the fabric of reality."

"That's what I'm saying," Bonnie added. "Damn straight."

"So," I noted. "The Belladonna sisters are Platonists."

"Okay," Dan interrupted. "Are we really laying here in bed discussing the wonders of geometry? And now you're bringing in metaphysics. Not that I'm objecting, but what kind of nerds are we?"

"Outstanding ones," Bonnie quipped. "Kinky ones, too."

"Best kind," I said.

***

The wind eased a short time later but the snow still fell furiously. It's odd how the only time a city is truly quiet is during a heavy snow. Gone was the omnipresent traffic and sirens, the background hum of the metropolis. No one was on the sidewalk below and no car passed by, either. Even the pigeons were holed-up against the weather. 

I showered and dressed, returning to the living room where Bonnie and Charlotte were watching the news tell us it was snowing. I could hear the shower as Dan finished cleaning up. 

"Now over to Diane Genovese at city hall with the latest on the weather," the blow-dried middle aged news anchor said.

The screen switched to a skinny brunette bundled-up against the cold standing on the sidewalk freezing.

"Diane, what are conditions like?" the anchor asked. 

"Well, Frank," Diane Genovese began. "We're still dealing with blizzard-like conditions."

I ignored the rest of what she was saying, my attention turning towards Bonnie and Charlotte. They'd cleaned up for the day and gotten dressed. 

Bonnie was wearing a white-tank top which was a size too small for her and thus looked amazing along with her black tights. It was perfect attire if the goal is to get me excited. Her dark hair was down, newly blow-dried and purple streaks on full display.

Charlotte wore a V-neck neon pink t-shirt and tight jeans. Like Bonnie, her shirt fit tight. Also like Bonnie, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was braided, like the first time I saw her. 

I sat down between them. On the screen, poor Diane Genovese was using a yard stick to show how much snow had fallen.

"Any word on when it's going to stop?" I asked. 

"Sometime this afternoon," Charlotte said. 

"You girls look amazing," I said. 

"Why, thank you," said Bonnie. 

I stretched out my arms around their shoulders. They leaned in against me and we sat there in silence. 

I didn't hear a word Diane Genovese said, in a trance. The sheer joy of a Belladonna sister under each arm and close to me was, in its own way, as happy a moment as all the sex I'd been having with them. 

On the screen, the news switched to a poor schmuck standing on an overpass overlooking a snow-bound interstate. He was pointing out, no doubt to the shock of every one watching, that road conditions were treacherous and people should avoid driving "unless absolutely necessary."

Diane Genovese was no doubt back inside the warmth of her news van until such time as she would be summoned again to report to a snow-bound audience that it was snowing outside. 

Dan passed through the room, bath towel wrapped around his waist. 

"Why the fuck are you bothering with the towel for?" Bonnie asked, laughing. 

"It's like those shows where people who've just had sex wrap blankets around themselves before emerging from the bed," Charlotte observed. "As if anyone in real life does that."

Dan sat down on the love seat perpendicular to the couch, casting off his towel. 

"What're you watching?" he asked.




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 03



"The news," I said. 

"What's going on?" he asked.

"It's snowing."

"There's got to be something better on," he said. 

"It's daytime TV." Bonnie said. "There's nothing else."

"We'll have to make our own entertainment," I suggested. 

"So soon?" Charlotte teased. "You guys aren't going to make it till tonight."

"We'll see about that," I said.

"What do you think, sis?" Charlotte asked. 

Charlotte pretend-sighed. Along with her sister, she had the highest sex drive of any woman I've ever known.

"Don't tell me you're not in the mood," I teased.

"Of course I'm in the mood!" she protested. "My life is one of basically perpetual horniness broken up by brief moments of satisfaction. Followed by more being horny."

"So you understand what it's like to be a man," I quipped.

"Even so," Charlotte mused. "A woman needs to be warmed up. Oh, fuck, who am I kidding? I'm wet just thinking about the next go-round with your cock."

Our eyes met and we kissed hard. My hands sought out her big tits, squeezing and fondling them. 

I was off again, the tide of sexual frenzy sweeping me up and away as I became lost in the bountiful loveliness that is Charlotte Belladonna. We stripped each other in a confused turmoil, shirts and pants sliding off as tongues and lips attacked each other.

Bonnie and Dan did the same. Soon Bonnie was naked next to me, sitting up as Dan performed cunnilingus. Charlotte, meanwhile, was in the process of sucking on my raging erection. 

There sat Bonnie and I on the couch side-by-side, each receiving oral sex. We leaned against each other and started making out. We kissed eagerly, my hands pinching her nipples.

All the while, Charlotte's head bobbed up and down on my hard cock. It was so intense I would've exploded in under a minute if I hadn't just come. 

Bonnie was swept away by it all, moaning and from the start. She came in no time, quivering and squealing. I kissed her hard as she came. That was a transcendent moment. There I was kissing her, our tongues dancing, as another man brought her to orgasm. Even as Charlotte sucked on my dick hard.

Dan withdrew from Bonnie's pussy, looking up at her with satisfaction. I understood. It's always a thrill to bring a woman to orgasm, however it's achieved. I don't care if I make a woman come using my cock or my fingers. It doesn't matter to me if it's with my tongue, a sex toy, or any combination. I never feel manlier than after I've given a woman an orgasm. 

"That's one sister," Dan said, crawling backwards and positioning himself on all fours behind Charlotte. "Now the other."

Dan leaned in and buried his face in Charlotte's enormous ass, a hand on each of her cheeks. She paused in sucking my dick, letting out a prolonged moan as he started licking her pussy. She gasped loudly and returned to sucking my dick with renewed vigor. 

I turned my head back to Bonnie and kissed her. I had one arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her close. The other reached over and fingered her pussy. All the while Charlotte sucked my cock, Dan licking her pussy and forming one end of a four-person link.

Dan suddenly stood, dashing off to his room. He returned scant moments later, condom wrapper already open. He slid the condom on and positioned himself behind Charlotte.

"Oh, motherfucker, yes!" Charlotte shouted, still jerking my cock as Dan entered her from behind. "That's fucking it! Hell, yeah! Fuck me hard, Dannyboy!"

Charlotte went mad. Two guys inside her on both ends sent her into the erotic stratosphere. She sucked on me like a woman possessed, moaning the entire time. She came in ninety seconds, then again a minute later as Dan kept drilling her. 

I was as adrift on a wave of erotic intensity alongside Charlotte. I'd always wondered what it would be like to be in one end of a BBW while another guy was in the other. Turns out it's awesome. 

I didn't ignore Bonnie, though. We made out maniacally as I inserted a second finger inside her. Our tongues danced and she rubbed her clit. Soon she was bucking and moaning and I felt her pussy contracting on my fingers as she came. 

Dan pounded Charlotte with unremitting ferocity the whole time. Suddenly, he let out a loud grunt and froze inside her. Charlotte kept sucking my cock, even as Dan's cock pulsed inside her. 

I kept fingering Bonnie as we came together a short time later, a mass of quivering flesh.

We sprawled afterwards, catching our breath and snuggling. Bonnie laid her head on my thigh, Charlotte and Dan snuggling. 

"That was so fucking wild," I said. 

Charlotte patted my leg, leaning forward and kissing the tip of my softening-penis gently. 

***

I took it upon myself to make lunch. I microwaved organic tomato-ginger soup and prepared grilled cheese sandwiches as the main course. I decided to get fancy and rubbed parmesan cheese on the outside of the bread before tossing them in the pan. The results were good.

After lunch everyone withdrew to assorted tasks. Dan sat on the couch typing away on his laptop, I graded lab reports at the kitchen table, and Charlotte settled in with a book next to Dan. Next to me in the kitchen, Bonnie had the oven going as she experimented with another one of her cupcake creations. 

I took a break from grading and looked out the window. The snow was falling lightly now. The absolute stillness outside would be broken before long as the plows moved in and the work of clearing the streets began. 

Bonnie, meanwhile, produced a curious cupcake and placed it in front of me. It was a deep yellow color flecked with bits of black. Atop was a white frosting and a two-inch piece of crispy bacon sitting at a forty-five degree angle. 

"Maple French Toast," she explained. "Topped with maple cream and candied bacon. Tell me what you think."

"Wow!" I said after taking a bite. "That's remarkable. The bacon's the thing which puts it over the top. That little taste of saltiness amid all the sweet. Kind of like you."

"Aw, shucks," she teased. She took a bit herself, concentrating as she chewed.

"Not bad," she said, her tone measured. "The frostings right, and so is the bacon. The cinnamon isn't coming out enough in the cake portion, though. There is the nice undertone of nutmeg, though. Okay, I think I'm almost there."

Bonnie noticed me looking up at her and smiling.

"What is it?" she asked. 

"Nothing," I said. "I like watching you work, you know, that whole creative process. I like the creativity, the attention to detail."

"Thanks," she said. "I enjoy it, too. Even at six in the morning, starting up the ovens, at least after I've had my coffee. Everything is silent and I can concentrate without distractions. Still, I suppose it doesn't compare to your work at the frontiers of scientific knowledge."

"I wish there was more of a creative side to it." I glanced down at the pile of lab reports, all dreary numbers and measurements. "Well, sometimes there is. A lot of the great theories began as creative flashes of insight. That had to be thoroughly tested and re-tested, of course."

"Of course," she added, smiling warmly. 

A long, feminine moan from the back of the apartment interrupted our conversation. Bonnie glanced towards the living room. Dan and Charlotte had disappeared. 

"They didn't waste much time," Bonnie commented. 

I placed a hand on her hip and looked up at her, a sly grin crossing my face. She glanced down at me, our eyes meeting. Her bright blue eyes had a way of drawing me into them and it was hard to look away.

"Slide the chair out," Bonnie whispered. 

I turned the chair around until it faced outward, its back towards the table. Bonnie stood before me. She'd put her hair in a ponytail when she started cooking but now she reached back and removed the hair tie. I watched as her hair fell free, long and lustrous dark tresses contrasted with electric blue streaks. 

I took a moment to take in the sight of her. She was a walking wet dream, every inch of her. I loved her long black hair and the way her bright blue eyes contrasted with it vividly. Then there was the shape of her face, plump lips, and her stud nose ring. 

Her huge tits strained the fabric on her tank top, massive cleavage on full display. Below was her soft belly, curving outwards towards me. Her hips flared out, her wide thighs and big ass accentuated to perfection by the black tights. 

"Like what you see, prof?" she murmured, swaying gently. 

"Hell, yeah."

Bonnie climbed on top of me. I looked up at her and she stared back down, her mouth slightly open. The next moment something broke loose and we were all over each other, tongues and mouths in a pandemonium of lust. 

We made out that way for a long time, desperate and unhinged. From back in Dan's room, Charlotte was howling wildly.

I was biting and kissing Bonnie's neck, my hands kneading her huge breasts, when she backed off and stood. 

"Strip, boy!" she commanded. Her tone was harsh, and hot. "Move it!"

I stood and got naked as quick as I could manage. 

"Sit back down!" Bonnie ordered. 

I obeyed her and she nodded. 

"Perfect," she said, looking me over. "You've such a beautiful body."

"That's what I think about you."

Bonnie stripped off her tights, revealing purple-and-white striped panties underneath. 

"Oh, yeah? You like my body?"

"Fuck, yes, I do."

Bonnie stripped the rest of the way, sliding off her tank top and panties, then undoing her heavy-duty bra. Her tits sprang free and she stood naked in front of me in all her glory. All her lovely curves were on vivid display standing there in the kitchen.

Bonnie leaned forward, taking hold of my cock and gently stroking it up to a full erection. I'd come twice already that day, but found myself as turned-on as if I hadn't come in month. 

"Oh, god," I moaned. "I have to fuck you."

"And you will," she said. 

Bonnie kissed me hard and then reached over into her bag on the table behind me. She took out a condom packet and tore it open. She slid it onto my cock and positioned herself above it. 

Taking hold of my cock, Bonnie pushed it inside her. She closed her eyes and groaned as she started rocking up and down on it. 

We fucked. By that, I mean we really fucked. We were consumed with fucking, losing ourselves in the experience. We kissed with abandon, my hands all over her as she bounced on my cock. 

Bonnie Belladonna is a strong girl, especially in the thighs. Her and Charlotte played rugby in college and kicked ass, installing fear and misery upon their opponents. I'm sure she could leg-press way more than me. As such, it was easy for her to straddle me. Her feet planted firmly on the ground, she bounced up and down on my cock effortlessly.

Minutes passed by in absolute bliss, Bonnie bouncing on my cock as we ravaged each other. She came after only a few minutes, screaming and howling. 

At one point, Dan appeared at the door to the kitchen. He paused only, briefly, smiling. After all, by that point we'd abandoned any concept of privacy in sexual matters. He went into the fridge and retrieved a couple of bottles of beer, casting me a knowing grin before exiting. 

Bonnie came again, moaning incoherently as she bounced on my dick. I plunged my face against her tits, licking and sucking her nipples. I felt the early tingle of orgasm as Bonnie started moaning again.

"That's it, prof," she moaned, growing louder. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! That's it! That's it!"

I felt her pussy contract on my cock, Bonnie was reduced by that point to a mass of incoherent warbling as she came for the third time. 

I exploded inside of her after she was finished. I was stunned by the strength of my third orgasm of the day.

I'd come three times in one day before many a time, usually through masturbation, and I've found that the third orgasm of the day is often a weak one. Every so often, however, it is inspired, for whatever reason. 

"Holy fucking shit," I muttered afterwards.

***

I woke up from a nice nap around five, Charlotte lying next to me dozing. She must've slid into bed while I was asleep and I hadn't noticed. I took the opportunity to drape my arm over her shoulder and we spooned quietly for a few minutes. It was a happy interlude. 

Beautiful aromas emanating from the kitchen drew me at last out of bed. I wasn't surprised to discover Bonnie in the kitchen while Dan lazed on the couch pretending to get work done on his laptop but in reality paying more attention to the TV. 

"Hey, babe," I said to Bonnie and came up behind her. 

She twisted her head and neck around, giving me a warm kiss. I patted her fat bottom. 

"So you finally decided to stir," she observed, returning to the stove where she was boiling potatoes. 

"Beautiful aromas lured me out of your sister's arms," I said. "What're you making?"

"Nothing fancy," Bonnie said. "A whole chicken's in the oven and we'll have garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach to go with it."

"Perfect snow-day food."

"It's stop snowing, by the way."

I went over by the window and peered out. The city was covered in a blanket of smooth, unbroken white. Below, a lone pedestrian bundled against the cold plodded by through more than two feet of snow. I wondered where he had to go that was so important. Maybe he was just stir crazy.

Above, a hint of blue sky poked through as evening approached. The city was still unearthly quiet.

Dinner an hour later was fantastic. It was devoured along with glasses of Chilean red wine. By this point in our relationship the four of us had an easygoing conviviality which made for a wonderful atmosphere of friendship and affection. 

After dinner, Dan and I did the dishes while Bonnie and Charlotte had another glass of wine on the couch. They started whispering and I wondered what they were up to. Whatever it was, I was sure it'd be delightful.

I turned my attention back to the task at hand. When Dan and were finally done, I looked back in the living room and the girls were gone. The bottle of wine was on the coffee table next to two empty glasses. 

"I think they've got one more surprise in mind for us, bro," Dan observed. 

It turns out they did. As Dan I settled into the couch and poured our own glasses of wine, we heard muffled giggling from the back bedroom. A few minutes later the sisters emerged, having changed their clothes. 

Bonnie wore a beautiful purple chemise, all satin and smooth. It displayed her tits perfectly, showcasing their expanses of softness. It framed her ass nicely, as well, barely covering it. Matching purple pumps completed the ensemble. 

Charlotte went with a much different look. She wore a black vinyl corset with hot pink laces up the front, enormous tits spilling out over the top. A black choker and a pair of shining black boots completed the picture, her hips and thighs naked. 

Her red hair was braided, like it often was, only this time it had the effect of enhancing the whole tableaux. Something about the braids and her outfit made her look like a warrior princess or a Viking goddess. 

"Holy fuck," Dan whispered, dumbfounded. 

"Wow," I mumbled, watching the ladies saunter in. 

This time Bonnie went towards Dan, straddling him as they started making-out. Charlotte did the same with me. I loved the feel of the vinyl against my skin as we made out, an additional tactile element to appreciate. Charlotte was in a fierce mood and I knew from the get-go this could get intense. It did. 

I stripped down in a frantic manner. I'd come three times that day - four in the last twenty-four hours - but the incredible sexual power the Belladonna sisters possessed had me as fired up and lustful as though I'd just been released from prison. 

By all reason, my lust shouldn't have been so overpowering. I should've been sated and not interested in sex again for some time, but there I was hard as a rock again. 

Charlotte pushed me back suddenly with an open palm, licking her lips as she stared at me. Her hand moved down to my cock and grasped it, stroking it a few times. Then, without pause, she plunged her mouth onto it. She sucked on it with exceptional enthusiasm and I let out a long gasp. 

Bonnie did the same to Dan, in much the same manner. Her head went up and down on his shaft, one hand jerking him off in time with her sucking motions. 

"Oh, fuck," Dan moaned. 

Charlotte lifted her head off my cock, jerking it off rapidly as she looked up at me. I leaned over and kissed her mouth. 

"You guys ready for more?" Charlotte asked. 

"Absolutely," I said. 

Bonnie stopped sucking on Dan's cock, jerking him off and smiling at both of us. 

"You know, there's one thing we haven't done yet," she announced. "Something Charlotte and I adore."

"What's that?" I asked, intrigued

"A certain place you haven't fucked us in," Bonnie hinted. 

I met her gaze. 

"Go ahead," I told her. "Say it. I want to hear it from you."

"All right, then," she said. "We want you fuck us in the ass."

"We can do that," I said.

I was grinning from ear-to-ear. I very much enjoy anal sex. There is nothing like pounding a fat girl's tight little asshole, but not every woman I've been with is into it. I was relieved, though not surprised, to learn Bonnie and Charlotte were. 

The girls had planned their little surprise well. Charlotte reached over into her purse on the floor. She took out a pair of condoms, a bottle of lube, and their silver vibrators. I wasn't sure what the final item was for, but I could imagine. 

The girls got on the couch, big asses thrust in the air, while Dan and I positioned ourselves behind them. I smeared some lube on my fingers then handed the bottle to Dan. I approached Charlotte and I fingered her asshole nice and slow, then inserted a second finger and continued the process. 

"That's it, prof," she moaned. "Stretched out, baby."

Dan was steadily at work on Bonnie's asshole, a look of stern concentration on his face as he slowly fingered her. I turned back my attention to Charlotte, pushing my fingers apart now and stretching out her butthole. 

The lube bottle was on the floor and I picked it up, squeezing out plenty over her asshole and my fingers. She was moaning quietly now, enjoying the experience. 

"I'm ready for you cock, prof," she groaned. 

"What do you want me to do with it?" I teased. 

"I want you to fuck my ass with it!" she practically shrieked. "Fuck my ass!"

I backed off, sliding on the condom and then pouring a generous portion of lube on it. 

"Get going, baby," Bonnie told Dan. "I'm ready. Stick that big dick up my butt and fuck me hard!"

"Your wish is my command, babe," Dan said. 

I pushed the head of my cock against Charlotte's asshole, then eased back. Again I pushed, this time harder. The head of my cock spread her butthole and entered her ass. 

"Oh, fuck yeah," Charlotte gasped. "That's it."

I kept my cock in place, letting her butt get used to it. I pushed my cock inside her slowly, soon burying it all the way to almost the base of the shaft. Once more I pulled back, then pushed slowly inside again. 

"That's it, baby," she assured me. "Oh, yeah, like that. Like that. Fuck that ass, boy! Fuck that ass!"

I started fucking her ass at a good pace, Dan doing the same to Bonnie. Both sisters were soon shrieking and moaning. I was lost in bliss, the feel of Charlotte's sphincter around my dick and her huge ass cheeks in my hands more than enough for me. The bonus, of course, was watching the lovely-Bonnie getting anally drilled a few feet to my left. 

On and on Dan and I fucked them. We were rock-hard, but the effect of three previous orgasms in day meant that it would take a while to come. There was no rush, though, and the girls were enjoying themselves. 

A few minutes in, Charlotte reached over and grabbed her vibrator. She twisted it on and then brought it down to her clit. She propped herself up with one arm and the back of the couch, and let out a low moan. Bonnie, meanwhile, had done the same and was letting out a stream of frank profanities.




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 03



"That's it!" she shrieked. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it hard! Fuck, yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

"Oh, my god," Charlotte howled, joining her. "Holy fuck! This is gonna be a big one!"

Charlotte was soon squealing and moaning as she came. I could tell it was an exceptionally big one, as she predicted, based on the length and intensity of her screaming. 

I kept fucking her ass throughout, by now working it at a vigorous pace. Bonnie kept howling and moaning the whole time, finally letting out a long howl of ecstasy. Dan fucked her with unremitting enthusiasm throughout the orgasm, slapping her butt as he did so. 

"Holy fucking shit!" Bonnie shouted after it was over. 

Bonnie dropped her vibrator on the couch and lifted herself up on both hands as Dan kept at her asshole. She glanced back at me and our eyes met. She smiled, probably enjoying watching me fuck Charlotte's ass as much as I enjoyed watching her getting fucked in the ass. 

"You like what you see?" she asked me. 

"I do," I said. 

"Then come over here and take over," she said. "What do you boys say to a switch up?"

Dan and I didn't have to be told twice. We backed off and switched positions, taking the opportunity to apply another squirt of lube to the ladies' assholes.

I moved my cock into position, sliding it right in. Dan had stretched it out already and I started fucking Bonnie's asshole at a lively pace right away. 

"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Oh, this is awesome! Fuck my ass, baby! Fuck my ass!"

I glanced over at Charlotte. Her big ass was in the air, Dan fucking it. Only moments before that was my cock up her ass, just as moments earlier Dan had been fucking Bonnie's sweet asshole. It was incredibly hot to ponder.

Minutes passed in sheer bliss. I had a hand on each of Bonnie's enormous ass cheeks, enjoying their size and softness. She was enjoying herself as much as I, judging by the way she encouraged me with her usual stream of lusty demands. 

"That's it, fuck that ass!" she moaned. "Fuck my ass! That's it! Fuck me ass! Fuck it! Fuck my ass!"

Charlotte was gasping and moaning next to her, vibrator pressed against her clit and head and shoulders braced against the back of the couch. Dan reached out and grabbed a braid in each hand and pulled them towards him. Her face arched upwards and she let out a loud scream as she came at once. 

It was a move worth trying, I figured, so I reached forward and grabbed Bonnie's hair, wrapping her locks around my hand. I gave it a vigorous yank, sending Bonnie's face towards the ceiling as she let out a loud squeal of delight. 

"Oh, that's it!" she wailed. "That's it! Pull that hair! Pull it hard and fuck my ass! Hard!"

Bonnie came a minute later. Screaming and shaking, she rubbed her clit with her finger as another orgasm overtook her. 

Dan I kept fucking them, but I could tell I wouldn't come that way. I started to slow down my pace.

"Are you gonna come this way, prof baby?" Bonnie asked, reading the cue.

"No," I said. "Not today. Not after coming so much already."

"Slide out, then," she said. "I'll take care of you."

I pulled out of her asshole and she stood.

"Sit down, baby," she told me. 

Bonnie knelt before me and removed the condom. Reaching over, she applied a generous dab of lube to the tip of my cock, letting it run down the sides.

She took hold of my cock and began jerking it vigorously. I let out a gasp. This was the sensation I needed to get off, slippery and intense. 

Dan kept fucking Charlotte's ass for another moment, then eased off. 

"That looks like a good idea," he said to her. 

"Fine by me."

Dan and I leaned back on the soft couch, Bonnie and Charlotte jerking us off. Bonnie leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock as she jerked and that was the final bit that sent me over the top. 

I gasped, my breath heaving as the fourth orgasm of the day approached. I let out a loud grunt and Bonnie opened her lips and let me come in her mouth. By this point, of course, my balls were mostly empty so there wasn't much cum to swallow. 

I let out a long sigh, happy to have come again. Bonnie smiled and I leaned over and we shared a long, easy-going kiss. 

We turned and looked at Charlotte still jerking Dan off. He was leaning back, eyes closed, clearly enjoying life as Charlotte pumped her hand up and down his shaft rapidly.

"Need any help?" Bonnie asked. 

Without waiting for a response, Bonnie reached out and caressed Dan's balls with the tips of her fingers. 

"Holy shit!" Dan said, opening his eyes and beholding the scene. 

Dan looked lost in ecstasy. Perhaps it was the tickling of his balls, but more likely it was the realization of two women working on him at once.

"I'm so close," he moaned. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

Charlotte leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Dan grunted loudly as he came inside her mouth. 

"What'd you think of our little surprise?" Bonnie asked, smiling devilishly. 

"Best surprise ever," I said.

We spent much of the rest of the evening lounging about in our pajamas, drinking wine, and watching old TV shows. Everyone felt so sexually sated we fell into a leisurely state of comfort, snuggling against the chill outside. 

Around nine I went into the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine when I noticed the soft white glow outside. Looking out the window, I watched as the first plow moved down our street, clearing a sizeable path amid the mass of snow. 

It was the sight above the street which took my breath away, however. 

"Come on," I announced as I hurried back into the living room, wine bottle in hand. "Get your boots on, get your coats. We have to go outside."

"What is it?" Charlotte asked. 

"Trust me," I said. "You don't want to miss this."

The girls shrugged and everyone threw on snow boots and heavy coats. Charlotte donned a wool hat and Bonnie wrapped a purple scarf around her neck. I found my boots and put on my coat, pouring wine into plastic cups and handing them out as we left. 

"I doubt the cops will be out writing citations for public drunkenness," I said. 

I opened the door 221b pushing aside the snow drift with the outward sweep of the door. I stumbled through snow halfway up my thighs and into the plowed street. Behind me, the girls and Dan giggled and clutched their cups as they did the same.

We stood in the middle of the street amazed. The sun had gone down hours ago but you could've read the newspaper without any difficulty there was so much light. 

"Look around," I whispered, almost reverently. "We're bathed in moonlight."

The sky, you see, had cleared quickly after the storm passed and there was not a cloud to be seen above. It was also the night of the full moon. 

A clear night with a full moon can be bright enough, but when the world is covered in snow reflecting the light of the full moon back upwards it is not to be missed. 

Everything was an eerie shade of silvery-blue which glowed, the ethereal nature of the scene punctuated by the profound silence. Standing in the middle of our street in the heart of a major American city, it was as quiet as a country meadow at midnight in December. 

"Oh my gosh," Bonnie said. "This is so wonderful."

"Wow," Charlotte gasped, looking around wide-eyed.

I felt Charlotte take hold of my hand. She leaned her head on my shoulder. 

"What are you thinking about?" she whispered. 

"How perfect a day it's been," I said. 

"It's been pretty good, hasn't it?" she murmured. "Care to make it even better?"

"Are you up for it?" I asked. "Five times could be a challenge."

"Bonnie and I," she said with a wink. "Never back away from a challenge. Do we, Bon?"

"Never," Bonnie said. She was standing near Dan gazing up at the moon, their arms around each other. 

"Come on, boys," Charlotte said. "Let's go back inside and warm you two up."



The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 04



The next day the city shrugged off its snow-imposed slumber and the routines of urban life resumed again. Businesses reopened as the snow was removed and automotive traffic resumed its role as the omnipresent background noise of the city. 

Bonnie and Charlotte had a good day at the store, the online orders for the Thanksgiving-themed cupcakes pouring in. 

The hectic weeks at the end of November all the way to New Years passed in a happy state of near-constant busyness. First there were final exams, which for me meant a rush of hurried grading and paperwork. It also meant a break from teaching undergraduate sections for a month and a chance to devote more time on my thesis. 

I'd wake up after Dan headed off to work, usually crossing the street and stopping into the shop to say good morning to the girls and snag a coffee. They refused to charge me and usually threw in a muffin or a brownie to suffice as breakfast. 

Back home, I'd work on my thesis until lunch. 

Most days somewhere around two or three Bonnie would come up. The poor girl was in the shop since five and by early afternoon was exhausted. Charlotte, Olivia, and whoever else was on schedule could manage readily without her so she'd come up and steal an hour's sleep in my bed while I worked at the kitchen table. 

As you can imagine, sometimes Bonnie's visits turned sexual. She'd doze for an hour or so, then wake refreshed. I might slide into bed behind her, kissing the back of her neck until she turned over towards me and a make-out session led to unrestrained fucking. 

One time she called out to me from the bedroom. When I went back there she was on her back under the covers. I could tell she was naked underneath. 

"What can I help you with?" I asked playfully.

"I think you know," she said. "Strip down and join me."

That resulted in some intense missionary-position fucking, the covers pulled up over us as we went at it. Doing it that way with a fat girl is amazing. You can feel her fullness underneath you, big tits against your chest and plump arms and legs wrapped around you. 

Charlotte wasn't left out, of course. A few times a week, the girls usually slept over. Bonnie rose at five and headed across the street to get things going. Dan was next, leaving for work at eight-thirty. Charlotte didn't go into the store until ten, so we often found ourselves alone. 

One time I went out for a run right after Dan left for work. I came back a sweaty mess and hopped in the shower. I was busy scrubbing myself clean when the shower door opened behind me. 

I turned, surprised, to see Charlotte standing there naked. She gave me a sheepish grin and stepped in with me. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. Soon our hands were wandering over each other wet bodies, soaping each other up. 

Charlotte lay on the floor of the shower-bathtub, her back propped up on the side. I fucked her with the hot water striking my back the whole time until my cock exploded inside her. 

Yeah, it was good to be home for a few weeks. 

***

One evening we were all hanging out when Bonnie produced a small box from the store and asked us all for our undivided attention.

"We've only ten days till Christmas," she explained, opening the box and taking out its contents. "This is our signature holiday cupcake."

Bonnie placed a pair of them on the coffee table and it took my breath away. It was a vanilla cupcake, topped with bright red frosting and green mint chocolate chips. Sticking out of the frosting was a piece of rectangular chocolate, dark on one side and white on the other. Embedded on both sides of the chocolate were bits of crumbled candy cane. 

"I present to you the Candy Cane cupcake," Bonnie announced. "The key to our Christmas plans."

"What's that on top?" Dan asked. 

"It's called peppermint bark," Bonnie said. "Melted layers of chocolate embedded with crumbled peppermint candy." 

We all took a bite of the cupcake, nodding. It was a triumph of sweetness balanced with layers of mint and alternating smooth and crunchy textures. 

"We've already got dozens of orders for them," Charlotte said. "And we just posted them online this morning."

"I think you'll sell a thousand," I said.

***

Christmas was strange that year. I was happy, as happy as a guy could be. I was starting to have feelings for two of the most beautiful BBWs I'd ever met. My best friend felt the same way about the same two amazing ladies. 

The thing about the holidays is they can complicate things. The act of buying a gift, for example, implies all sorts of expectations and perceived obligations. In the polyamorous quad we were forging, one had to be careful not to make either lady's gift better or more touching than the other's. I shuddered to think about Valentine's Day.

Seriously, it's a minefield. Throw in the fact that I was a poor grad student without money to burn. 

Charlotte bailed me out. She knew I had to stretch every dollar and she suggested a twenty dollar limit for gifts. 

"To force us all to think about a gift which really fits right," she explained. It was a stretch, but it spared me embarrassment and I appreciated it. 

I wound up finding a pink wool cap to give to Charlotte and a purple scarf for Bonnie. We all exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve after they closed the store. I received a new book I'd been eying in the window of our local bookstore from Charlotte and a Bonnie gave me a beautiful new sweater which she assured me didn't violate the twenty-dollar limit by much.

"Well, I love it," I said.

"Even though its purple?" she said.

"Especially. I'll always think of you when I wear it."

Now, our neighborhood half-empties on the holidays. A sizeable portion of its inhabitants are twenty-somethings who generally head home to their parents in the suburbs, and we were all no exception. Dan and I took the train to the station nearest his parent's house, his dad waiting for us at the station.

"I bet you two have some stories to tell," Dan's dad said as he drove me over to my folks' house a few towns away. "Two young guys in the city." 

"Nothing much to speak of," I said. 

"No lady friends?" he inquired.

"A couple," I said.

Christmas was awkward. My older sister Dina and her husband Steven were staying over as well, along with their toddler Corey. It was going to be a cramped, crowded, and noisy couple of days.

I arrived late on Christmas Eve and wouldn't head back into the city until the morning of the twenty-sixth. Settling into my boyhood bedroom, I wished Bonnie or Charlotte were there. 

Throughout Christmas dinner my mom kept wondering aloud if there were any nice girls in the city for me to meet. 

"No, Mom," I felt like saying. "Only wild and kinky BBWs who've been fucking me and my roommate's brains out. We enjoy some pretty amazing group sex, too. I think I'm falling in love with of them."

I just nodded and passed the gravy. The worst was when my mother mentioned how her friend Lucy's daughter Moira was single and also lived in the city. 

"You should give her a call," my mom suggested. 

"I'm really busy these days, mom," I said. 

The thing is, Moira is not only empty-headed and shallow, but she's also skinny as a rail. Even if I were all alone, Moira's the last girl I would call.

The thing that annoyed me was how each and every girlfriend I've ever brought home has been a BBW and yet my mother doesn't get it.

In terms of family acceptance, of course, being a BBW lover is no hurtle at all next to what a lot of gays have to face. No one tells me I'm going to hell or thinks I shouldn't have the right to marry a BBW, for instance. 

There's still bullshit to put up with, though. For one thing, there's the annoying sense you get from family and friends who think you can do better even though you're already with the girl of your dreams. 

Other family members understand, at least. Every time mom brought up skinny Moira, Dina looked at me and rolled her eyes. We'd never had a specific conversation about the kind of woman I admired, but she knew. Every single girl she'd ever seen her little brother around was a fat one. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together. 

"Mom, just drop it," she finally blurted out after a second glass of wine. "Moira's obviously not his type!" 

"Well, I don't know why not," mom said, a baffled expression on her face. "She's lovely."

I poured myself another glass of wine and sighed. The holiday would soon be over and I'd be back at 221b where I belonged.

***

The first week of January brought with it signs of an interesting year ahead. 

I was on the tail end of my winter break. Dan, inspired our famous apartment number, was developing characters for the mystery novel he'd conceived. 

It centered around Dr. Phineas T. Fogbottom, a widowed, professor of English literature at a prestigious eastern university which eerily resembled the same institution of higher learning Dan and I both attended and I currently taught at. He used his encyclopedic knowledge and photographic memory to solve crimes. He was assisted in this endeavor by his beautiful college-aged daughter, the exceptionally curvaceous Penelope Fogbottom. 

Dan was enthusiastic about the concept, tapping away on his laptop for hours every night.

I'd had a good week as well. An insight into my thesis was followed by several days of feverish productivity. By Friday, I was drained but looking forward to attending a Renoir exhibit at the museum downtown. The four of us were going on Monday.

Bonnie announced over cheeseburgers on Friday night that she wouldn't be able to attend. 

"But I took off," Dan lamented. 

"The three of you can still go," Bonnie said. "I've got to drive down to Annapolis to help a friend with a problem."

"Tina," Charlotte muttered. 

"An old friend from college," Bonnie explained. "Whom my dear sister Charlotte never cared for." 

"I'm sure the queen of melodrama has good cause for needing your presence," Charlotte said. 

"Anyhow," Bonnie continued, casting her sister an annoyed glance. "I'll drive down in the morning and meet Tina for lunch. Some things require a face-to-face conversation."

Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"If I can leave before their rush hour I'll be home for a late supper," Bonnie went on. "My sweet sympathetic sister will be your date, boys."

Charlotte stuck out her tongue in Bonnie's direction and took another bite from her burger. 

"Well, you'll be missed," I said. 

Charlotte and Bonnie stayed over on Sunday night. I bunked with Bonnie and Charlotte spent the night in Dan's bed. 

"You take care of both these boys while I'm gone," Bonnie said at the door, casting Charlotte a sly grin.

***

The exhibit was a good one. I've always admired Renoir's focus on female beauty and how he wasn't shy about often painting big girls and capturing their unique loveliness. 

We wandered through the galleries transfixed. I stared into the faces of Renoir's subjects, mesmerized by the master's ability to capture their essence and preserve it across the centuries.

I was struck by a large work entitled "Mussel-fishers at Berneval," not one of his most well-known works but a masterpiece nonetheless. A peasant woman stands by the sea, three of her children nearby. She is dressed plainly. Indeed, she's just spent a morning collecting shellfish. Yet Renoir captured her quiet dignity and beauty. 

Bonnie's favorite artist, she told me once, was Van Gogh. 

"It's the way he painted in such vivid colors," she explained. "Like me, only my medium is the cupcake."

It occurred to me as we meandered through the exhibit that Bonnie should create a Van Gogh-inspired cupcake. I texted the suggestion to her. She replied that now she had something to ponder on the ride home.

I chuckled and put the phone away. 

"What is it?" Charlotte asked. 

"Your sister," I said.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. 

"You're really pissed at her?" I asked.

"I could never be genuinely angry with her," Charlotte sighed. "She's like a part of me. You don't know because you're not a twin. But Tina is pure poison and Bonnie should know better."

"Who is she?"

"I don't want to get into it," Charlotte said as we strolled into the next room of the exhibit. 

We stopped, staring at the painting on the wall before us. The placard identified it as "Bather Gazing at Herself in the Water." 

The colors were masterful, the depiction of the model doubly-so. Whoever she was, she was one of the bigger models Renoir used, and she was posed perfectly. She was a young woman of captivating beauty, from her beautiful face full of simple joy and bounteous auburn hair to her adorable little bare feet. In between was all bountiful feminine curves. I imagined what it would be like to run my hands over those thighs, up and over the curve of her substantial bottom. 

Ah, to have a time machine and hang around Renoir's studio circa 1910. 

I asked myself if it was juvenile to look at the nude picture in such an overtly sexual manner. I didn't think so. Let's be honest, many of Renoir's nudes are overtly sexual. How could a big, beautiful naked woman with her ample ass thrust in the air not be sexual?

The most remarkable thing about the painting, however, was its eerie familiarity. The model, you see, bore more than a passing resemblance to Charlotte.

There was the same plump legs and big ass. The rust-red hair was there, too, and the face was similar. If the model in the painting was wearing glasses I'd almost swear it was Charlotte. Charlotte's arms are plumper and her tits much bigger, but otherwise the resemblance was uncanny.

"Holy shit," Dan said.

"Wow," I added. "That's remarkable."

"What?" Charlotte asked, perplexed. 

"Don't you see?" I asked.

"See what?"

"Does the model, um, look familiar?"

"Should it?"

"It's you."

"Me?" she said, studying the picture carefully. "You think so?"

"Definitely."

"You know, I kinda see it. Holy shit."

"That's what I said," Dan quipped. 

We splurged and took Charlotte out to a nice lunch near the museum at a little bistro tucked along a side street. Over lobster ravioli and pan-seared scallop, we chatted about the exhibit. 

Heading back to the apartment, the mood was overtly sexual. Charlotte walked between us from the subway station to our front door, casting each of us suggestive glances. 

Upstairs in the apartment there was a moment of awkwardness. Charlotte broke right through it.

"So I know you're wondering what's gonna happen next," she blurted. "Who fucks me first, right?"

"Okay," I asked. "Whose first?"

Charlotte laughed. 

"Why bother with first?" she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"You know exactly what I mean," she said.

"A three-way?" I ventured.

"Cut out the timid routine," she said. "Fuck yeah, I'm talking about a three-way. Why not? You've each fucked me plenty of times. In front of each other, at that. Why not just fuck me at the same time?"

"What about Bonnie?" I wondered.

"You can have a three-way with her when she gets back," Charlotte said. "Or, to be more accurate, you better fuck her together when she gets back because I happen to know that's her biggest fantasy and she's sick of waiting so wants me to break the ice. What the hell do you think that remark of hers this morning was all about?

"Take care of these boys while I'm gone," Dan said, trying to recall Bonnie's parting words.

"Take care of both these boys, she said," Charlotte corrected him. "So what do you say?"

"In that case," I said. "We say yes! Absolutely yes!"

Charlotte's eyes lit up. My astute powers of observation told me this scenario was something she'd been hoping for. I could appreciate that. After all, who doesn't want to be the center of attention? 

Charlotte stepped forward towards Dan, who was standing closer to her. She kissed him warmly on the mouth for a long time, their tongues and lips dueling. Then she backed off, smiling, and kissed me the same way. 

"Give me two minutes," she said and disappeared into the bathroom. 

Dan and I stood there in the living room, deliberately not looking at each other. Dan broke the silence.

"I didn't except this to be awkward, bro," he said. 

"It shouldn't be, though. I mean, all that we've done with them. In front of each other, too. Side by side. One after the other."

"True that," he said. "Let's just make it all about her, bro. Charlotte is our goddess this afternoon and we are going to worship her. No stupid awkwardness ruining things."

"Agreed."

Charlotte re-emerged a few moments later. She looked the same, gorgeous as ever. She was clad in snug-fitting jeans and a bright pink sweater with white horizontal pinstripes. Underneath the sweater was a white collared blouse. The only visible change from before she entered the bathroom was her rust-red hair was now pulled back into a pony tail. 

Charlotte smiled, bright blue eyes shining underneath her cute glasses. 

"Well, I'm ready for you boys," she said, smiling innocently. "Have at it. Did I mention I'm in the mood for it hard and nasty?"

***

Dan and I approached Charlotte from either side. It was awkward at first, despite our vows to the contrary. I got over it, thanks to the way her huge tits strained the fabric on her sweater. 

I kissed her first and she responded eagerly, her tongue attacking my mouth. I placed one hand on her ass and the other on her breast. Squeezing it, I enjoyed the way the fabric was stretched tight and so one could feel the fullness of the breast underneath. Dan's hand was on her other tit.

Charlotte broke off the kiss, her bright blue eyes gleaming. Her head turned and she kissed Dan like she'd kissed me. 

Charlotte turned back towards me, mouth open. We kissed, tongues dancing happily. Dan leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. Charlotte let out a happy sigh and pressed her lips against mine harder. 

Dan and I were all over her, early inhibitions fading in proportion to growing arousal. Four hands explored and enjoyed her curves, from her big tits and wide ass to her thick thighs and soft belly. All the while it was a torrent of tongues and lips. Whenever one of us was kissing her mouth, the other was licking or nibbling her neck or her earlobe. 

On it went like that, the three of standing there. Charlotte reveled in it, rejoicing in being the object of our desire. 

It was a long, leisurely foreplay. There was a sense of wanting to prolong this experience as long as possible. Orgasms and satiation would come in good time, but there was no need to rush. This was a singular experience, the realization of a long-held fantasy for all three of us. 

In the back of my mind I realized a new door had been opened. I knew it was likely that future threesomes would now occur, in all likelihood next with Bonnie. This was the first time, however. I meant to savor every moment.

We enjoyed every inch of Charlotte, clothes eventually coming off bit by bit. I slipped my shirt off and stepped out my jeans first, watching Charlotte and Dan kiss. His hands were all over her big tits, mashing them eagerly as her hand ran over his clean shaven head. 

Charlotte was excellent at not letting herself ignore either of us. She broke off the kiss with him and turned back to me. We made out frantically, Dan nibbling her neck as he undid his jeans and got rid of them. A few moments later, a fully-dressed Charlotte was standing between two men in their underwear.

We made certain to rectify the imbalance. We slipped her sweater over her head and tossed it on the couch. We plunged in towards her again, kissing, nibbling, and groping as she gasped and moaned in response. 

I'd of liked to rip her blouse right off, and nearly did. Fumbling in my eagerness, I undid her top few buttons as Dan took care of her pants. Soon she was wiggling out of her jeans and kicked them off. I'm sure she looked hot in her half-buttoned blouse and panties and nothing else, but amidst all the activity I never got an adequate look. 




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 04



My underwear and socks were removed at some point, as were Dan's. We undid the rest of the buttons on Charlotte's shirt, slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor. A heavy duty 37g bra and 3XXL panties were all that separated us from Charlotte in all her unabridged glory. 

Dan went to work unhooking Charlotte's bra as I pushed down her panties and she shimmied out of them. At last she stood before us, the three of us completely naked. 

Dan and I practically lunged at her, kissing her wildly in turn as our hands roved over her smooth skin. Every inch of Charlotte was a treasure, from the way her big tits hung down and rested on the curve of her belly to the way her round ass cheeks drove us nuts. In between and all around was an abundance of freckles against pale white skin. Like the girl in the painting, she was a work of art.

Charlotte's hands took hold of our cocks, one in each hand. I went from mostly-erect to rock-hard in an instant, kissing her neck as Dan nibbled on the opposite side. 

"Oh, my god, this is the best," she moaned. "Two cocks, all to myself!"

As though we'd planned it out, Dan and both leaned down and took a big tit in hand. We lifted Charlotte's breasts, our mouth seeking out her nipples. We sucked and nibbled on her nipples as she stroked our cocks gently. We must've made quite the picture.

Charlotte's hands left our cocks and moved up to cradle the back of our heads, pushing them against her tits as she moaned. 

"Holy fuck," she moaned. "Come on, let's go in the bedroom."

With those words Charlotte took hold of our cocks in each hand and led us into my bedroom. 

"I'm so excited," she said. "I don't know what to do first!"

"Go with your instincts," Dan said. 

"Hmm," she said playfully. "What to do?"

Charlotte made up her mind, a sly grin crossing her face as she dropped to her knees. She beckoned us forward, taking a cock in each hand. I was on her left, Dan to her right. 

Charlotte stroked our cocks gently, staring at them fascinated. She'd sucked and fucked each of them a couple of dozen times, a few times in swift succession. Now she studied them each, side-by-side. 

"So nice," she murmured, kissing the tip of Dan's cock and then mine. 

Charlotte met our gaze, those bright blue eyes staring up at us through pink-framed glasses. She kissed the tip of my cock again and then her lips parted and she took me into her mouth. She sucked me slowly at first, her pace soon quickening. 

After a wonderful twenty seconds of her mouth on my cock, Charlotte backed off and switched to Dan. She sucked his cock hard, her hand jerking me off. Back she went to sucking my dick, jerking off Dan while she did so. 

Back and forth she went. I'd get ten or maybe fifteen seconds of Charlotte's mouth sliding up and down on my cock, then she'd switch to Dan. She never neglected either of us, though, always jerking off whoever she wasn't sucking. 

Charlotte was generous, sucking us back and forth for a long time. She finally stood, kissing Dan and then me again as our hands groped her tits. 

The three of us fell onto the bed. We lay on our sides, Dan facing Charlotte as I lay behind her. Together, our hands explored her body. Dan kissed her mouth as I swept aside her hair and nibble the back of her neck. One arm propped me up as my free hand roamed over her big ass. 

Charlotte was breathing heavy by now, letting out delightful gasps of delight. For long, delirious minutes I nibbled the back of her neck as Dan and her kissed. The joy of helping to give her so much pleasure was just starting. 

I backed off, sliding off the bed and gently guiding Charlotte onto her back. She kept making out with Dan, his hands all over her immense tits. I moved apart her legs and settled into position. 

There was Charlotte's beautiful pussy, a neatly-trimmed tuft of rust-brown bush above it. I plunging my face against it, starting off with a long, hard lick covering its entire length. She was already drenched with arousal and let out a loud gasp. 

I started licking Charlotte vigorously. I dove right into my task, lapping at her pussy with abandon as she made-out with my best friend. 

I inserted a finger into her vagina, fucking Charlotte with it as I licked her clit. Dan, meanwhile, was kissing and nibbling on her neck. She had one hand on Dan's cock, stroking it, the other on the back of my head pushing me face against her pussy. 

"Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed. "That's it, prof! Lick me, baby! Lick me!"

Dan slid down, licking and sucking on her tits. I inserted a second finger inside Charlotte and kept working her clit. She sounded like a woman in paradise, one lover all over her tits and the other working her pussy. 

A minute later Dan slide down even further. He crouched down at the edge of the bed, watching me eating Charlotte's pussy.

"Don't hog it, bro," he said. "Let me have a taste."

I lifted my head, and backed off. Dan plunged his own head into her pussy, licking her clit and fingering her rapidly.

"Holy fucking shit!" Charlotte shrieked. "Fucking yes!" 

Dan kept licking her. He lifted his head and shot me a look.

"Your turn, bro," he said. 

I took the cue and took his place licking her clit. Charlotte was screaming by this point louder than I've ever heard a woman in bed howl. 

"Holy motherfucking shit!" she shrieked. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"

I withdrew again, but kept fingering her hard. Dan plunged his face into her pussy, lapping away at her clit with manic energy. 

That was too much for Charlotte, I suppose. She let out a long, continuous howl that went on for thirty seconds as she came, her pussy contracting violently on my fingers and a squirt of ejaculate bursting forth.

"Fucking yes!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Motherfucking fucking yes!"

Dan and I backed off. I eased my fingering to a gentle pace. 

"Oh my fucking god," Charlotte said, catching her breath. "Holy motherfucking shit. That was too fucking hot."

"Anything else we can do for you?" I said. 

"Anything you do for me at this point is bonus territory," she said. "Think only of yourselves, babes. You've given me the orgasm of a lifetime. Now do with me as you would. I'm yours."

There was a hint of desire in Charlotte's imploring us to do with her as we would. I sensed she wanted to take a submissive role. 

Dan didn't hesitate. We'd talked a lot about sex over the years and had the same philosophy. We believe it is paramount to make certain a woman's needs have been satisfied. It's always been hard, therefore, to be selfish in bed. Charlotte just gave us permission, however, and rightly so. 

Of course, given how orgasmic we knew Charlotte to be there was little doubt she'd have a few more orgasms of her own along the way. Win-win-win. 

"All fours," Dan commanded. He looked at me. "Which end do you want, bro?" 

"Mouth," I said. 

"Yes, sir!" Charlotte added enthusiastically, scrambling to get on her hands and knees. 

I felt affirmed by her reaction to Dan's command. I'd sensed a submissive streak in Charlotte lately – quite the opposite of the dominating Bonnie – which she'd been letting show more often of late. 

I took up a position in front of her face as Dan moved around behind her, running his hands over her ass and sighing appreciatively. 

Charlotte took my cock into her mouth without ceremony and began sucking. I let out a gasp, happy. Oh, for the sweet feel of tongue and lips on my dick. 

I watched as Dan took hold of his cock and maneuvered it into place behind Charlotte. He slid on a condom snatched from my nightstand. She must've still been wet because he buried his cock in one easy thrust. 

We began to fuck her, each of us on either end. Charlotte sucked my cock furiously as Dan pounded her at a steady pace on the other end. 

Dan quickened his pace, his arousal clearly growing. 

Charlotte seemed swept away by it all, soon moaning loudly as she sucked me. She always came getting fucked doggy-style, and this time was no exception. After only a few minutes she backed off from my cock and started wailing loudly. 

I watched as Dan fucked her throughout her quivering, moaning orgasm.

"Switch up, bro," Dan said when she was done coming. 

I went along, eager to get at her pussy. I slipped on a condom and moved into position behind her.

Charlotte was already sucking on Dan's cock as I angled my own into place. She backed off from him for a moment. 

"Please, sir," she implored. "My ass. Please fuck my ass.

I grabbed some from the top drawer of the nightstand, contemplating how my life had changed since meeting Bonnie and Charlotte. I now kept extra condoms and lube within easy reach of my bed.

Charlotte moaned and sucked Dan's dick the entire time I prepared her asshole. 

Soon Charlotte was fingered and lubed and stretched and ready for my cock. As soon as I got it inside her and started fucking, her, she was on her way to her third orgasm of the afternoon. From the moment my cockhead pushed past her sphincter, I knew she was going to come. 

"Holy fucking shit," she squealed, jerking Dan off. "Fuck me hard. Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"

Charlotte returned to sucking Dan's cock. I watched the back of her head bobbing furiously up-and-down on him as I banged her enormous ass. On impulse, I slapped her ass hard.

"That's it!" she howled. "Fuck me ass hard! Harder! Harder! Harder!"

I was pounding her asshole with everything I could muster, fucking her as hard as I could.

"That's it!" she screamed again. "That's it! Fuck me like that!"

Charlotte came again, a mass of screaming happiness as she screeched at the top of her longs. I kept pounding her as hard as I could, my own orgasm approaching. 

I came a minute later, my cock throbbing inside her butt as I groaned. 

Dan wasted no time, yet again. He withdrew from her mouth and moved around behind her. Slipping on yet another condom and pouring on some more lube, he entered her asshole and began fucking her hard right away. 

I leaned back, desire sated but interested in the show. 

With no cock in her mouth, Charlotte could be as vocal as she wanted.

"Fucking, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

Charlotte came one more time a few minutes later, screeching and wailing. Dan took a little while longer, freezing mid-thrust and closing his eyes. 

"Oh, fucking yes!" he groaned as he came.

The three of us lay on the bed afterwards, exhausted. I kissed Charlotte's mouth, Dan behind her kissing her neck tenderly. What followed was a post-sex make-out session. For several minutes we kissed her in a leisurely manner, satisfied by our orgasms but still enjoying her body. I kissed her mouth and our tongues danced playfully as Dan kissed her neck and his arms reached around to massage her boobs.

We lay that way for a long time, kissing and snuggling. Then we lay quietly on either side of Charlotte until the three of us drifted off into well-earned afternoon nap.



The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 05



I received a text message from Bonnie that evening, after she'd driven home. 

"Heard you guys and C had fun," it said. 

"We did," I texted back, wondering if she was mad after all about the three-way with Charlotte. "That OK?"

"No problems," was the response. "But be aware I expect same tomorrow."

"Your wish my command," I texted back, smiling.

I stopped by the shop the next day after work. Charlotte and a pair of employees were busy taking orders.

"Bonnie's in the back, prof," she said hurriedly. "She'll fill you in."

Bonnie was in the back hunched over a bright yellow and blue cupcake. She had a tie-died bandana on her head and her apron was a mess. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey, prof baby!" she said. 

We kissed. I thought it was going to be the usual peck on the lips but she gave me a nice, long smooch. 

"Miss me?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. I glanced down at the cupcake on her work table. "What're you working on?"

"Your idea from yesterday," she said. "I thought about it the whole drive back."

"The Van Gogh cupcake," I said finally. 

"Yup," she said. "I've got the colors of the frosting right. I'm still working on the composition."

I noticed the art book on the worktable, opened to a vivid image of Van Gogh's most iconic work. 

"You're trying to do a cupcake version of A Starry Night?" I asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're fucking amazing."

"Aw, shucks." 

"It looks good. It's true you've got the colors right."

"It's got to be more three-dimensional. I haven't figured out how to put it all together."

"Once again, I reiterate my prior statement that you're fucking amazing."

"Whoops!" Bonnie said, noticing the time displayed on the clock on the wall. 

Turning, Bonnie donned baking mitts and pulled three trays of cupcakes out of the oven. I watched her work, laying down layers of frostings and toppings in unique artistic combinations. She prepared a tray of Red Velvet cupcakes followed by Mint Chocolate Chip, and Upside-Down Pineapple Cake. 

The girl working the front counter with Bonnie took the finished products and we were along again.

"So we're all getting together tonight?" I asked. 

"You, me, and Dan," Bonnie said. "I thought that was clear."

"Cool," I said. "I just wanted to make sure."

"Charlotte and I've always dreamed of what she got yesterday," Bonnie said. "We've figured for some time you and Dan were going to fulfill that fantasy for us. I don't begrudge her getting it first, either. But I refuse to wait longer than necessary for my turn."

"Nor do you have to."

"Good. I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too," I said. I paused, smiling.

"What?" she asked.

"I don't know. You two are so unlike any women I've ever known. You're so sexual and free. I love it."

"Of course you do," she quipped. "We've always been that way."

She picked up the Van Gogh cupcake, turning it around and studying it.

"Our mom never raised us with any sex-guilt," she elaborated. "The message was always that sex was a good thing. The only bad part of sex was if you were irresponsible, like not being safe. She hammered home the need for condoms and other forms of birth control. And we had to be careful about privacy."

"What do you mean?"

"Our culture doesn't celebrate female sexual freedom," she said. "Sometimes it pretends to, but it doesn't. A girl's worth is measured by her so-called purity. Girls who like sex too much are labeled sluts, morally flawed. Even these fucking anorexic pop stars, all the attention they receive is tinged with a dose of shame."

"I agree," I said.

"It can be cruel, and mean. If a girl gets a 'bad reputation' in high school, if she's labeled a slut, the bullying can be crushing."

"Meanwhile the guy that gets laid a lot is a stud," I noted.

"Yes, the good old fucking double standard."

"Mom pressed that lesson home. Don't be ashamed about sex, but don't be too public about it. At least not in high school, because the bullies are waiting to pounce."

She trailed off, a sad look on her face. 

I hugged her tight.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Sorry," she said, returning the embrace and kissing me. "You're so sweet. I had a tough time in high school."

"Me too," I said. "Valedictorian science geek, you know."

She smiled, breaking off the embrace to check on another oven load of cupcakes.

"I'm sure the girls thought you were adorable," she said.

"I had my girlfriends."

It was true. Of course, the beautiful fat girls I dated weren't exactly part of the popular set. Not that I cared.

"Yeah," she said. "I wasn't always this confident, you know, about myself back then."

"Sweetie! You're so fucking gorgeous and smart and talented!"

"I know that know," she said, turning back to me. "But what the fuck did I know about it in high school?"

"I bet a bunch of guys secretly had a crush on you."

"Oh, I know they did."

I kissed her. We gazed into each other's eyes.

"Prof, baby," she said. "I have to tell you something. Charlotte and I, we're so thrilled to have met you two. We used to talk about how cool it would be to meet two hot guys who'd fuck is in whatever combinations we wanted and also be our best friends and love us. We assumed they'd be twins, like us, though you're not and we don't care."

"Anyway," she continued. "We'd construct scenarios and imagine what it would be like to be the center of attention like Charlotte was yesterday. That one always got us both going."

"She seemed to enjoy it."

"Now it's my turn," she said, "I want you and Dan to worship me."

"We already do."

"Not enough. You're both going to fuck each and every one of my holes and I am going to be very selfish in the process. I intend to use the two of you. I adore each of you and respect you both as people, but tonight you're a pair of sex toys."

I smiled broadly. This was going to be fun.

***

Bonnie did her last baking of the day around five and came up to 221b afterwards. Dan was only just home and out of the shower. He sat on the couch typing on his laptop, leaning back casually in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. 

"You're looking awfully comfy," Bonnie remarked as she strode in, leaning over and giving him a smooch. 

I was on the other couch and looked up at her from my book. 

"Hey, prof," she said, blowing me a kiss. "I need to take going to shower." 

I glanced at Bonnie again. She had on black tights, a purple Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes t-shirt, and her hair was still back in a ponytail. It didn't bother me that she'd been on her feet all day. I would've loved do her in her sweaty, unwashed state. 

We heard the water go on as Dan typed some more in his laptop and then started running ideas past me. He'd been sketching out elaborate and twisted murder back-stories which, if you happened upon the murder scene knowing nothing of the plot, would seem bizarre and inexplicable. He'd already written a few short stories using that method.

The water went off, the opening and closing of doors telling me Bonnie was in the back bedroom most likely getting dressed. 

"Okay," Dan said. "I've got another one. You ready, bro?"

"Sure," I said, putting my book down.

"A guest lecturer in Russian History is found murdered in the College President's garden," Dan explained. "Whom he was to have breakfast with the next morning. He's found face-down, dead with a knife in his back. Next to his body is a shovel and flashlight. His index finger is twisted back and broken, with substantial post-mortem lacerations."

"As if someone struggled to rip off a ring," I noted. 

"Too obvious?" 

"No," I said. "What I don't get is why the police and forensic experts don't investigate the murder. Why does some English professor do the investigation?"

"The cops do investigate," Dan protested. "But the university also asks him to look into it, knowing his particular talents for solving crimes. Plus, he's got friends on the force who have employed his help in the past. The whole case will hinge on the guy's master's thesis from twenty years earlier involving the Russian mafia."

I started to object to something in Dan's summary when we heard Bonnie call out from the back bedroom.

"You know," she called. "I'm going to be out there in a minute and I expect the two of you to be completely naked. That's not a request, either!" 

Dan and I glanced at each other. Dan shrugged, closing his laptop and putting it aside. He stood and stripped. 

I closed my book and put it on the coffee table. Standing, I took off my clothes without a second thought. By this point in our relationship with Bonnie and Charlotte, nudity meant nothing.

A few moments later Bonnie called to us again.

"Get your bare asses back here," she barked. "Move, boys!"

We found Bonnie standing in the center of Dan's bedroom waiting for us with a stern expression on her face. She'd put on dark lipstick and eyeliners. The dusky tones contrasted nicely with her bright blue eyes and the neon purple streaks in her hair. Her hair was now down and flowing over her bare shoulders. 

Bonnie stood nearly naked, so much so she might as well have been. The only thing she wore were a pair of bright purple crotch-less panties holding up matching stockings. Her feet were clad in high-heels the same color. 

Above her waist the only thing she wore was a smug look of superiority, her hands on her hips.

My eyes ran over her broad hips and thick thighs, zeroing in on the tuft of black hair above her pussy. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to lick her pussy and do her bidding. 

"Come here, boys," Bonnie growled, the faintest smile crossing her lips. "I'm ready for you."

We approached her, our minds on cruise control. Moments later I found myself, without conscious thought, kissing her neck as I massaged her left breast. Dan was massaging her right breast, kissing Bonnie's mouth furiously. 

Bonnie turned toward me and we kissed, Dan all over her neck. Our tongues danced and I pushed my hips against her, growing rock-hard. 

"On your knees, boy!" she commanded. "Lick my pussy!"

"Yes, goddess," I murmured. 

"That's right, boy!" she responded. "I am your goddess! Lick your goddess's pussy!"

I sunk to my knees in front of her pussy. I paused to admire it. I loved the tuft of bristly pubic hair and the Pi tattoo above it. I placed my hands on her wide hips, enjoying their breadth. I leaned forward and kissed the top of her labia reverently. 

Here's the thing in case you've never been in a similar situation: Performing cunnilingus on a standing woman can be tricky. 

I had to turn around and lean my head back, Bonnie's thighs parting to admit my mouth. When I did find the right position, it was enjoyable. I was lapping away at her clit in a seated position. I jerked off with one hand and started fingering her with the other. 

I wish I could tell you more. Whatever Bonnie and Dan were up to, I can only infer. This is because I couldn't see a damn thing. 

I'm sure they were all over each other, kissing and groping. Dan's hands likely grabbed and squeezed Bonnie's tits as they made out. Probably, he sucked on her nipples at some point. 

I don't know, because I was licking her clit and fingering her pussy. Don't feel sorry for me. It was pure ecstasy. 

All good things must come to an end, though. I could've stayed down there, buried in Bonnie's nether regions for hours. Her hands gently beckoned me upwards and I switched places with Dan. I made out with Bonnie as Dan licked her pussy.

"Holy fucking shit," Bonnie gasped. "I'm ready for more than a tongue."

Bonnie smiled pushing me backwards gently. Dan backed off, looking up at her. 

"What would you like, my goddess?" he asked.

"What I would like, boy," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and then lying back. "Is for one of you to fuck my pussy."

Dan stood and glanced at me. 

"Go ahead, bro," he said. 

"Thanks, man," I said. 

"Get your ass over hear, Dannyboy," Bonnie said. "Lay next to me." 

Dan crawled into bed with Bonnie.

"Suck on my tits," she said firmly. "Suck them hard." 

Dan plunged right in, taking a nipple into his mouth as his free hand kneaded the other. 

Bonnie left out a box of condoms atop Dan's nightstand. Slipping one on, I got into position in front of her pussy. I lifted her legs upward, my hands running along them. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel of her wide buttocks and ample thighs. Bonnie's stockings enhanced the hotness of her legs, not to mention her bright purple pumps pointed at the ceiling. 

I eased my dick into her, pushing the tip against her vagina. Bonnie was soaked from all the cunnilingus and I buried my cock inside her all the way to the base. Slowly, I began fucking her in a nice, laid-back rhythm. It was not what she wanted. 

"Fuck me hard!" she moaned. "Faster, boy! Fuck me with all you've got, boy!"

I was happy to oblige her, quickening my pace at once. I was soon fucking her as fast as I could, Dan all over her tits. I watched as he'd take first one tit in his mouth and then switch to the other. Each time he'd suck on her nipples hard, enjoying them.. 

Bonnie, meanwhile, inched a hand down to her pussy, rubbing her clit as I continued to fuck her to the limits of my ability. Before long she was squealing loudly as I fucked her as hard as I could manage. Dan sucked her tits hard the whole time. 

"Holy fucking shit!" she screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Bonnie's orgasm gradually subsided and I slowed my pace. I pulled out, smacking her thigh. 

Bonnie looked at Dan.

"Now it's your turn, boy!" she said harshly. "Fuck me, and do it right!"

"Yes, goddess," he said meekly.

"Don't give me no half-assed romantic fucking, either," Bonnie added. "Fuck me right!"

Dan wasted no time. He slid on a condom and positioned himself in front of her pussy. 

I crawled into bed with Bonnie and we shared a long, hot kiss as Dan entered her. He started fucking her steadily and soon she was moaning as I kissed her neck and pawed at her big tits. 

I kissed my way down her neck and took an erect nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it as hard as I could, my hands all over both breasts. I gave the nipple a vigorous nipple, perhaps more enthusiastic than normal but Bonnie seemed in the mood for something more aggressive. 

Bonnie let out a long gasp in response. 

"That's it, motherfucker," she sighed. "Bite me again! Harder this time!" 

I obeyed, biting as hard as I dared. I was afraid to hurt her. 

"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned. "Harder, both of you!"

I took a breath and plunged in, chomping down on her pierced nipple with as much force as I dared. Dan, I saw out of the corner of my eye, was fucking her furiously. 

"That's it!" Bonnie screamed. "That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

I moved onto the other breast, biting it hard. My mouth tasted the distinctive flavor of iron as my teeth broke the skin. I was worried I'd gone too far but it only seemed to drive Bonnie wilder.

"Yes!" she howled. "Holy fucking yes! Fuck me!"

"Talk to me, prof," she added. 

We'd played this game before and I knew what those words meant. I slide upwards, nibbling on her ear. 

"You're a nasty fucking whore," I whispered. 

"Yes, I am a nasty whore," she moaned, reaching down and massaging my cock as Dan fucked her. "I love cock."

"You love cock so much you can't get enough," I said. "You need two cocks."

"Oh, fuck! I do!"

"You like the way he's fucking you, don't you?"

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Just like how you loved it when I fucked you. You liked it then, didn't you?" 

"Fuck yes!" 

Bonnie let out a long gasp, turning towards me. We shared a few moments of wild kissing, my hands all over her breasts. 

Bonnie broke off the kiss, moaning loudly as she came again. I sucked her tits hard and enjoyed the sound of her coming, glancing over to watch Dan slamming her pussy like a relentless jackhammer. 

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed over and over again. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"

Bonnie's orgasm subsided and she kissed me hard again. 

"On your motherfucking back, boy," she told me. "Go on."

I lay on my back, unsure what was coming next though I had my hopes, though, and they were about to come true. 

"You," she barked at Dan. She sounded outraged, though I knew she wasn't. "Stand there. Don't move until I tell you to, boy. Put on a condom, lube it up, and wait."

Bonnie climbed atop me, guiding my cock into her. She remained drenched despite two orgasms. She leaned over, kissing my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I was enveloped by her, my favorite. It was just like that first time with her. 

Bonnie backed off from the kiss.

"You know what I want, Dannyboy!" she shouted, anger in her voice as the fantasy carried her along. "Everyone knows where this finale is headed! Get out the lube, Dannyboy, and be quick about it! Lube me up good! You're going to fuck my ass and it better be done right!"

Bonnie rocked back and forth atop me as Dan fingered and lubed her butthole. He was taking his time but I didn't mind. I could've spent hours, encased in her two hundred and fifty pounds of warm softness. 

We kissed, our tongues dancing as her tits were mashed against my chest. My hands ran down to her enormous ass cheeks. I spread them apart as we made out.

Bonnie broke off our kissing suddenly. She turned her head, shouting at Dan.

"My ass is ready!" she said. "Now stick it in me. I want you both to fuck me with all you've got! No half-assed fucking! I expect you to nail me right! Is that clear!"

"Yes, goddess," Dan and I said in unison.

It's true what you might've heard about being part of double-penetrating a woman: You can feel the other cock in there. It didn't bother me, though. Sure, it was odd but the awkwardness was only in passing. I was so turned-on underneath Bonnie I didn't give much thought to the other cock squeezed in there in close proximity to my own.

I thrust upward against Bonnie's pussy and she lowered her mouth onto mine. We shared a long kiss, the three of us falling quickly into an easy rhythm. I timed my thrusts to alternate with Dan's and she seemed pleased. 

The effect on Bonnie was immediate. Her moans turned into wilds screeches and cries. Dan I quickened our pace and I was to the point where I could scarcely control myself, thrusting wildly upwards into her pussy. 

As I felt the first hints of my orgasm approaching, Bonnie closed her eyes and let out a long, incoherent howl. She came shaking and crying as Dan I fucked her with enthusiasm. 

Bonnie slowly recovered from her orgasm, Dan I pounding her eagerly the whole time. I couldn't take it anymore and knew I was going to come soon. I was overwhelmed by everything going on and I thrust up at her as I reveled in her weight atop me. 

My orgasm was an explosion of joy, my cock throbbing over and over again insider her pussy as I froze and let out a long groan.

Bonnie withdrew her ass from Dan's dick, then had him lay down. She peeled off his condom and sucked him off. I lay there, watching contently until Dan came a few minutes later in her mouth, writhing and groaning.

The three of us collapsed onto the bed, Bonnie between us. We each kissed her in turn and snuggled her. After a few minutes, Dan got up to use the restroom. 

Bonnie slid out next, slipping off her stockings and kicking off her shoes. 

"I feel like a glass of wine," she said, heading for the kitchen stark naked

"Pour me one, would you?" I asked. 

"Sure, prof," she said.

"Thanks, goddess." 

I followed Bonnie a few moments later, stark naked. I found her in the kitchen. She was as naked as I, a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. 

She stared down at it wide-eyed. 




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 05



"Holy shit!" she said. 

"What is it?" Dan and I asked in unison.

"Cupcake Battle," she said, her eyes locked on the screen.

"What about it?" I asked. 

"I don't believe it," she said. 

"Believe what?" 

"Charlotte just got off the phone with one of the producers. We've been chosen. We've been fucking chosen! We're going on the show! We're going on! We're going to compete on national television."



The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 06



The next month was hectic. Winter Break ended and I was soon knee-deep in lab reports and exams that needed to be graded in a timely manner even though I was busy enough putting the finishing touches on my thesis. 

Bonnie and Charlotte were a flurry of activity the entire month, too. We all went out to the Thai place up the block to celebrate their being chosen for Cupcake Battle that night they got the call. 

"I still don't believe it," Bonnie said, shaking her head. "We've only been open a few months and already we're going to get national exposure."

"We're going to maximize this opportunity," Charlotte added grimly. "We've got to win! Nothing less is acceptable."

"Of course you'll win," I said. "You're two of the most talented and amazing women I've ever met, not to mention hot as hell."

"And good in the sack," Bonnie added. 

"And great in the sack," I corrected her, raising my wine glass. "You'll win. To victory!"

We set out the next morning helping prepare Bonnie and Charlotte for Cupcake Battle as best we could. The four of us brainstormed as many possible themes as we could think of that the producers might throw at them. 

This was no easy task. There as a vast array of possible themes we could be hit with. The show always featured three professional chefs as judges and one celebrity judge, who usually commissioned a special-themed cupcake based on some connection to themselves. 

Anyone could show up and anything could happen. Actors from 70s or 80s sitcoms made frequent appearances. We'd seen cast members from Welcome Back, Kotter and The Facts of Life task the competitors with crafting a cupcake in honor of their shows. 

We sat in the living room and went through lists of such shows, shuddering at the possibilities.

"Different Strokes," I said, reading from the list.

"Oh, fuck," Bonnie said. "I would have no fucking idea. That show was set in New York, wasn't it? Manhattan Cheesecake, maybe?"

"Golden Girls," I said next.

Dan laughed.

"You'd be so screwed!" he teased.

"Key Lime Pie Cupcake," Bonnie said, nonplussed. "In honor of the Florida setting."

Hours passed just going through the list of possible TV shows. Bonnie took note of every possibility and solution, filling up scores of notebook pages with neat, organized handwriting.

The show was also notorious for throwing out all sorts of random themes. We compiled lists of possibilities, themes honoring countries, cities, holidays, movies, singers, you name it. 

Then we'd all open up a bottle of wine and work through the possibilities, hours every night for a month on end brainstorming Bonnie and Charlotte's possible responses.

"Patriotic cupcakes," I read from the list one night. We'd all just fucked and, sexually satisfied, could concentrate on making Bonnie and Charlotte Cupcake Battle Champions. 

"That's a tough one," Charlotte said. "You don't want to go with straight up with a red-white-and-blue American flag. That's not creative enough."

"When's the taping date again?" Dan asked. "They sometimes do themes based around the date."

"February first," Bonnie said.

Dan tapped on his phone.

"Okay," he said. "This day in history. Let's see. Edward III crowned King of England. Hello, here we go. 1865, Lincoln signs the Thirteenth Amendment abolishing slavery."

"Could work," Bonnie said, jotting down ideas. "I'm imagining a chocolate top hat. But the taping date's not important. It's the date the episode airs."

"We've got to figure out what that could be," Charlotte said. "I don't imagine it could be less than three or four weeks after the taping. We have to go through every date in March and April and look for significance on every single one."

"Historic events, birthdays, holidays around the world," Dan added. "Famous songs or movies released on that day. We'll get it done. What's next on our list?"

"British science fiction," I said.

"What the fuck?" Charlotte said. "What could we do with that?"

"Arthur C. Clarke," I offered. "Maybe a cupcake in honor of 2001: A Space Odyssey?"

"Sure." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "A black chocolate monolith atop a lunar gray frosting. I loved that book, prof, but there's no color in that. Cupcakes need color."

"British science fiction," Dan repeated, frowning as he thought about it. "I'd go in the direction of Doctor Who, if that came up."

We all nodded in unison. 

The next night was more of the same. We sipped cheap wine, running through a few possible holidays that could serve for themes. I thought St. Patrick's Day was a strong possibility.

"They've never done it before," I said. "Plus, St. Patrick's Day is six weeks after the taping, plenty of time for the network to have the episode ready for airing."

"No green frosting," Bonnie said at once. "No leprechauns or pots of gold, either. Too obvious."

We spent a few minutes brainstorming. The girls settled on a Guinness and chocolate flavored cupcake with a whisky-infused cream topped with a chocolate harp.

"I'd be proud to go with that," Bonnie said. "No question. What's next on the list?" 

"Groundhog Day cupcake," I announced, reading off the list and wincing. "That's a tough one." 

"Not at all," Bonnie said. "Go with a Pennsylvania-theme. Maybe sho-fly pie cupcakes. Let's find out, though, if their are any sweet dishes associated with Punxsutawney or the surrounding region."

"You're brilliant, you know that?" I said.

"Yeah," Bonnie joked. "It's a curse."

***

A week after the girls learned they'd be on national television, Olivia's relationship with Nathanial caused a mini-crisis in everyone's lives. 

Olivia had transformed the ice cream portion of their business, in the few months she'd been running it. Her exotic flavor creations were responsible for long lines at the ice cream counter and big profits for Bonnie and Charlotte. 

"Motherfucker!" Bonnie cursed one evening as she came over after work. She slammed the door behind her. "That motherfucker!"

"What's happened?" I asked.

"Nathaniel is what happened!" she growled. "That fucking idiot! If you want a skinny bitch, date a fucking skinny bitch!"

Bonnie took off her coat and sat down on the couch. I sat across from her. 

"What'd he do?" I asked.

"He issued her an ultimatum!" Bonnie explained. "He told Olivia she had to quit the shop and go on a radical diet, which he'll supervise, or they're through."

"What'd she say?"

"She's pondering it," Bonnie said. "Do you believe that? She's actually considering it! I learned something else, too. You might not want to hear this. It's too fucked up."

"Tell me."

Bonnie sighed, then looked me in the eye.

"They don't fuck," she said.

"Really?" I said. "Is he that timid?"

"No," Bonnie said. "You don't get it. He, uh, accepts blowjobs from her. He hasn't fucked her, though, not ever. He says not until she's skinny."

"Motherfucker!" I spat, only barely controlling my temper. "That's abuse!"

"I agree."

"It can't be allowed to continue!" I raged.

"No question, but what the hell can we do?" 

"Can't we talk to her," I said. "Have an intervention, maybe. Damn! What kind of abusive shit is this guy? Who tortures someone like that?"

"Somebody sick," she said. "Someone self-loathing who can only make themselves feel better by debasing another. Sick fuck."

"Why can't she see this for herself? Why can't she see how much better she could do?"

"Because everything in our culture tells her she's flawed," Bonnie sighed. "All her life, she's been told she can't do any better, that she should be glad a guy, any guy, actually shows any interest in her. It's bullshit, but not everyone can see that."

I took her hand and she squeezed it appreciatively. 

"You're incredible, you know that?" I said. "You've been able to ignore all the bullshit. You're the most confident, self-assured person I've ever met, and rightfully so."

Bonnie rolled her eyes playfully. I kissed her and put my arm around her shoulder. She leaned against me.

"Seriously," I told her. "It's true. What Olivia needs is a dose of what you've got. Give her half your confidence and she'll toss Nathanial out on his ass and never look back."

"If only."

"She needs someone to tell her, make her I realize what a beautiful, cool woman she is. I'll tell her!"

"Maybe you should," Bonnie said.

"She should know."

Bonnie laughed suddenly.

"What is it?"

"I just had the craziest thought. Maybe you should fuck her."

"What?"

"You heard me," Bonnie said. "Maybe it's not that nuts, now that I think about it. She needs to feel desired right now, to feel wanted. To be the object of someone's lust."

"I, um," I stammered.

"Oh, cut it out," Bonnie said. "You know you'd love to fuck her. Plus, it'd be the best thing for everyone involved. Don't tell me you don't like the idea."

"Sure I do. But what about you and Charlotte?"

"What about us?"

"Well, the four of us just agreed to be exclusive."

"There's always exceptions to that with everyone's knowledge and permission. I'm sure Charlotte won't mind at all. If you haven't noticed, we're not big on the sexual possessiveness and jealousy thing."

"Okay, sure. I'd love to help her realize how desirable she is. She's fucking hot. But how?"

"Leave that to me."

***

Two days later Bonnie's machinations came to fruition. 

I got home after a long day at work. First there was a pair of freshman sections to teach followed by office hours and a meeting with my thesis advisor. 

I made it home around six, a folder of assignments waiting to be graded under my arm.

Sitting in the living room were Bonnie and Olivia. We'd given Bonnie and Charlotte keys months earlier. It wasn't the first time Dan or I came home to find one of them over. The only surprise was Olivia.

I dropped the folder down on the nearest empty surface, leaning over to kiss Bonnie hello. 

"Hey, prof," she said. "How was your day?"

"Can't complain," I said. "What's up?"

"I'll be right back," Olivia said, retreating to the bathroom. She cast me a smile and then glanced at Bonnie before exiting.

"What's going on?" I asked Bonnie after she'd gone. 

"She broke up with Nathaniel," Bonnie said. 

"Good. That's great."

"It literally happened an hour ago," Bonnie explained. "She wasn't even working today. She came by the store upset and I talk her up here to talk. That bastard really lit into her, too. He called her worthless and disgusting. He said he was only taking pity on her and trying to help her and that now she'd be all alone because only a demented pervert would ever want her."

I grimaced. 

"I'll excuse myself so you can comfort her appropriately," Bonnie said.

"Are you kidding? She just broke up with her boyfriend, creep though he was. This doesn't feel right."

"Trust me, you wouldn't be taking advantage of her. If anything, she's about to take advantage of you and use you like a piece of meat."

"How's that?"

"She's turned a corner, dumping Nathanial. She's upset, but also relieved. She says she's ready to move on with life. She just got done telling me she wished you or Dan would take her and make her feel like a woman again. "

"Really? That certainly changes the moral equation here."

"Uh-huh." Bonnie said. "Her exact words were, 'I just need to get fucked good by one of your hotties.' And here you are."

"And you and Charlotte, you're sure you're all right with this?" I asked, just to be sure.

"We're more than fine with it. In fact, I kinda like the image of you nailing her. It's hot."

"You could stay," I suggested.

"Normally I'd be happy to join in or even just watch and get myself off," she said. "The thing is, though, this has to be all about Olivia."

"You're right," I said, nodding.

Olivia re-emerged from the bathroom. She'd touched-up her make-up or whatever it is girls do in situations like this and looked gorgeous.

Everything I admire in a BBW was present in Olivia. It started with her pretty face and soft cheeks, her inviting lips and flashing green eyes and glasses. 

Olivia's physique was incredible, like her cousins. My eyes drank in her wide hips and fat ass, perfectly accentuated by tight-fitting jeans and black boots. She was all round softness on top, her big tits obvious under her red t-shirt. All in an adorable little package barely five feet tall. 

"I guess Bonnie's clued you in on what happened," she said.

"She did," I told her. "Congratulations, and good job." 

On impulse I hugged her. Olivia felt good in my arms as she returned the embrace, burying her head against my chest. 

We broke off the embrace.

"You did the right thing," I said. 

"I know, I know," she said. "It wasn't easy."

The girls returned to talking and I excused myself. I used the restroom then splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth to make sure I was minty fresh for her. 

Back in the living room, Olivia and Bonnie were giggling as I entered. 

"Well, Olive," she said, getting up. "I need to get back downstairs. Hang out for a while with the prof. I'll be back in about an hour and I'll take you out for a bite. My treat."

"Sounds great," Olivia said, smiling. 

"Okay, I'm off," Bonnie said, kissing me goodbye.

Bonnie threw on her coat and zipped it up. As she opened the door, she turned towards Olivia for the briefest of moments. The cousins shared a knowing glance, a mischievous smile forming on their lips before passing away. 

Bonnie gone, I turned towards Olivia. It was like someone flipped a switch, the sexual tension suddenly present in the room.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked. "Something to drink, maybe?"

"Yes," Olivia answered at once. "Please. That would be great."

"Beer? Wine?"

"Wine would be great. Please."

"We don't have anything fancy," I apologized, heading out to the kitchen. 

I returned the living room with two glasses of red, handing her one. It was a little early for me to start drinking on a weeknight, but my pile of student work was no longer my top priority.

I sat next to her on the couch and we chatted for a few minutes. Poor Olivia was a nervous wreck. Her hands trembled as she sipped her wine, glad for the alcohol's calming effect.

Olivia finished her drink and put the glass down on the coffee table. I swallowed the last of mine. 

"So, um, Andrew," she began. "This is awkward."

"You know something?" I said. 

"What's that?"

"I think Nathaniel's a fucking idiot," I said. "You are so damned beautiful. If he can't see that, to hell with him."

I reached out, placing my hand on her shoulder and leaning forward to kiss her. Our mouths met and she let out a little sigh. We kissed again, short little exchanges quickly growing more eager. 

"Oh my," she said. Her pale cheeks flushed red, and she smiled awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"I'm a little nervous," she admitted. "It's been a while since, well, since a man kissed me."

I kissed her again, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and pulling her tight. She let out a little gasp and returned the kiss, our tongues dancing. 

"God damn I want you so bad," I said, kissing her neck.

"Tell me that again," she pleaded.

"I want you," I said.

"Again," she sighed. 

"I want you," I repeated, kissing her neck as my hand wandered up to her breasts.

"Then take me," she said. "Take me and do whatever you want."

Then it was as though Olivia gave herself permission to cut loose. She kissed me hard and I returned her enthusiasm. Soon our mouths were all over each other, a riot of tongues and lips probing and exploring. She was an eager kisser, groaning and gasping.

"Come on, baby," I murmured. "Let's go into my room."

"Let's," she agreed.

I took Olivia by the hand and led her into my room. Turning to face her, our eyes met and I smiled. 

"You really are so damned gorgeous," I told her. 

We kissed again, my hands meandering down over her ass. Olivia was more ample in that department than her cousins, possessing a perfect pair of thick thighs tapering out into a wide, smooth pair of butt cheeks. 

"Take me," she whispered. 

I stepped back, our gazes locked as I pulled off my shirt and undid my pants. Off they went, followed by socks and underwear. She watched me, smiling and looking me over. 

"Nice," she said, admiring my build. Her eyes fell on my mostly-erect cock. "Very nice."

"You're overdressed," I told her, stepping closer. 

"Then undress me," she said. 

I did. Off went Olivia's top, then I undid the front of her jeans. Reaching down, she unzipped her boots and flung them aside. We kissed as I pushed her jeans over the wide curve of her hips. She shimmied out of them and reached down to pull off her socks.

I pulled her close against me, fumbling with her bra for a moment before cracking the puzzle and casting it aside. Her tits were perhaps slightly smaller than her cousins' but still huge and topped by large pink aureole and erect nipples.

We made out that way for a while, Olivia's hand stroking my cock up to rock-hard status. I backed off and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I want to look at you," I said.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked. 

"I do," I said. "So fucking much."

How could I not? Olivia's beautiful big tits sat atop a fine, soft belly featuring a pierced belly button. It was her hips and ass which were her crowning glory, though.

"Come here," I said. 

Olivia stepped closer and I took her tits in my hands, one in each. I squeezed them, savoring their size. I sucked her left nipple hard, nibbling it before switching tits and doing the same. 

"Oh, yeah," Olivia moaned. 

I spent a few long, happy minutes playing with her tits, alternating between the two as my hands clutched her ass cheeks. I pushed down her panties and left them at mid-thigh, running my hands over her butt cheeks. 

I could've squeezed and kneaded that ass for hours. There are fewer things I enjoy more than a huge BBW ass in my hands. I pulled her butt against me as I sucked on one of her tits. 

Olivia let out a loud sigh. I knew was she enjoying herself. I was worshipping her and she loved it. I took my left hand and brought it to her shaved pussy. Probing with my fingers as I sucked her tits, I inserted a single finger into her moistness. 

I began fingering her pussy hard, still sucking on her nipple. She let out a prolonged groan. 

"Holy shit," she moaned, repeating herself in rapid succession. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit."

I fingered Olivia furiously, working her tits the entire time. I had one hand on her huge ass, the other fingering her pussy as my mouth sucked her tits hard. She started moaning wildly and I wondered if she might come. 

"Oh my god no more teasing," she sighed. "Fuck me already."

How could I deny such a request? I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and slid it on. Then I maneuvered Olivia onto her back, laying her down on the edge of the bed. Standing there, I scanned my eyes over her hot body. I couldn't wait to fuck her.

Still, that smooth, shaved pussy looked too inviting to resist. I knelt down and gave her a minute of long, slow licks. She responded with a series of adorable little chirps. 

I was glad, too. I might never be in this situation with her again. I would've forever regretted not performing cunnilingus on Olivia Belladonna. 

Standing, I eased my cock inside her. Olivia was as wet as any woman I'd ever had sex with and I started fucking her vigorously right away. 

I looked down, watching her fat belly and big tits bounce as I drilled her. I lifted her legs up until her calves were draped on my shoulders, my hands clutching her enormous ass. 

Olivia started howling, repeating her signature refrain

"Holy shit," she moaned in ever-louder repetitions. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!"




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 06



It took her ninety seconds to come, max. I leaned forward until I cover her and we kissed eagerly. 

"Your turn, Andrew," she whispered. "What do you want?"

"On your hands and knees," I answered without hesitation.

Olivia smiled and assumed the position I requested. Ever since I first saw her and her fat ass in the store, I envisioned it thrust upwards and ready to be fucked. 

You can imagine the eagerness with which I entered her and started pumping her pussy. I started drilling her with as much vigor as I could muster. I had a hand planted on each fat ass cheek, mesmerized by the breadth of her rear end. It invigorated her and she was soon howling and crying as I drilled her with out-of-my-mind enthusiasm. 

Olivia came again, screaming loudly. I joined her a minute later, my cock throbbing violently inside her. 

We lay on the bed, facing each other. We kissed and fondled for a long time.

"Oh my god that was incredible," Olivia said. "I never felt so desired, so beautiful."

"That's because you are beautiful, Olivia." I kissed her. "So fucking beautiful."

***

The next few weeks were a lot like the previous. The daily routine of work and errands continued unabated and we were seeing Charlotte and Bonnie every evening. We'd go out sometimes, but mostly we stayed-in and helped them prep for their upcoming television appearance. 

There was plenty of sex, too. If I wasn't with Charlotte one night, I was with Bonnie. 

Dan and I did Charlotte together again, as well. We sat on the couch as she knelt before us, sucking us each off in turn as she jerked the other cock. It went on for some time like that before she stopped and looked at us.

"This is too fucking hot," she said. "I can't hold out any more. I need to get fucked, and hard."

Charlotte got on her hands and knees and I fucked her as hard as I could while she sucked Dan's cock. We switched places a few times and Charlotte must've come four times before we were done.

Olivia didn't become part of our little circle, though I harbored hopes she might. I hooked up with her two more times over the next month and she did Dan twice as well, but that was all.

It seemed to do the trick, though. Olivia's entire manner changed as she blossomed into a more confident, sexually-assertive woman. I like to think her cousins provided the example. Dan and I just gave her the little bit of validation she needed at the right time. 

Our kinky, polyamorous lifestyle wasn't for her, though, and she was soon dating this guy Rick. He was a drummer in a band at night, a lawyer by day, and it was obvious he worshipped the very ground she walked on. 

***

Every day, I'd been trying to appreciate my good fortune. 

As February arrived, I couldn't help but ponder the fact that it wasn't just about the sex anymore. Strong friendship and admiration had grown out of sexual chemistry and wild attraction. I got the sense it was deepening into something more, however. 

If I was falling in love, however, it was like no other time I'd done so. For, if I was in love, it was with both Belladonna sisters. I decided one blustery morning walking across campus that, yes, I loved them both. I was a young man in love with two women at the same time. 

Shielding my face against the frigid winds, I asked myself whom I would choose if forced to pick one as a primary partner. Though I loved them both, I knew at once who it would be and the answer surprised me.

***

I was so pleased with my life I hardly noticed my birthday fast approaching. 

It was a week before the taping of Bonnie and Charlotte's episode of Cupcake Battle. TV people had already done some filming at the store for the opening segment where they introduce the competitors.. A camera crew was there for two hours and all that came out of it was a ten second intro. I was in it, visible behind the counter for a passing moment. 

The next day Bonnie and Charlotte decided they'd take Dan and I out to celebrate my birthday.

"How 'bout the Thai place," I suggested.

"Nope," Charlotte said. 

"But I'm the birthday boy," I protested. 

"And you're trying to pick Siam Kitchen because it's affordable," Charlotte countered. "You don't want to pick somewhere too expensive and I appreciate the courtesy. Except Bonnie and I have money flowing in and we want to do something nice for you. Got it?"

"I surrender," I said. 

Charlotte kissed me on the mouth and smiled.

"Now go home and rest," she said. "Bonnie's already napping over there. We've got a late dinner at ten." 

We set off at nine-thirty, Bonnie driving as we all piled into her Volkswagen and headed north. I rode shotgun – birthday boy privilege and all – Dan and Charlotte crammed into the backseat. 

Bonnie turned left near the theater district and kept driving. I sat perplexed, wondering where we were going. When she pulled into a non-descript strip mall on the outskirts of the city I was puzzled. Then I saw the sign. 

"It can't be," I said. 

"It is," Bonnie said. 

Dan started laughing from the backseat, in on the surprise all along. 

"Surohito's?" I asked. "But that's impossible."

"It's not," Bonnie said, shrugging. 

I should pause to explain. Surohito's is the best sushi place in our city and, in the opinion of more than a few people, all of North America. 

It's a unique establishment, to say the least. Surohito is in his eighties. He's been crafting the finest sushi you can imagine since he was twelve and had to go to work to support his family in the wake of World War II. Yet he still oversees everything in person and never takes a day off. 

The other thing about Surohito's is there are only twelve seats at one long counter. They do a few seatings an evening and reservations are six months in advance. There's no menu, either. You get fifteen courses and it costs three hundred dollars a person. 

"Guys," I said. "This is too much. It's too much money."

"How many hours have you put in helping us around the shop?" Bonnie said. "Come on, let's eat some sushi."

I felt a little guilty. This was an expensive gift. Everyone was paying for their own meal, plus mine. So everyone was chipping in a hundred bucks plus their own costs.

"Hold on a minute," I said as we got out of the car. "It's six months minimum to get seats here. We haven't known each other that long, but you've got four seats and they happen to be on my birthday?"

"Let's just say Mr. Surohito has a secret," Charlotte said. 

"What's that?" I asked, intrigued.

"He's got a sweet tooth," Charlotte said. "And he fell in love with our Christmas cupcake. Let's just say we made a deal."

"Cupcakes for sushi?" I said. 

"On Wednesdays he has a special late seating," Bonnie explained. "VIPs only. Very hush-hush. We get our seats – still have to pay, of course – and I provide Surohito with Christmas cupcakes out of season."

The next ninety minutes are seared into my memory, hands-down the greatest meal of my life. We sat at the counter, watching as the sushi-masters prepared our feast. It really was a VIP clientele, too, a famous author and his wife along with a trio of NBA players and their dates filling out the remaining seats. 

Again and again Surohito presented plates in front of us, presiding over everything. 

Surohito was a wonder to behold. He was a wizened little figure filled with energy. He commanded his staff with obsessive precision, though, and projected an air of stern authority. 

The only time I saw him smile was when he'd glance at Bonnie and Charlotte.

"There's my cupcake girls," he'd say, winking.

I could write volumes on that meal. Every morsel of fish was a delight, the most pleasure I've ever had with my clothes on. I remember a piece of white tuna sashimi - my favorite - chewing on it luxiriously. The pure, fresh flavor of the deep ocean transcended the merely culinary and bordered on the spiritual.

The four of us left the restaurant in a state of easygoing euphoria, conscious of the special experience we'd just had. We were mostly silent on the drive home, cracking a bottle of decent white wine when he got home and quickly draining it. 

Another bottle was opened and another round poured. Dan drained his glass, and cast me a glance and grinned. 

"Well, I'm pretty tired," he said. "Happy birthday, bro. I'm off to bed." 

Dan gave me a manly hug and gave the girls a quick kiss each and then disappeared. I was confused, wondering if Charlotte or Bonnie would follow him. When they kept sipping their drinks and raving about dinner I knew something was up. 

We sat on the couch, Bonnie and Charlotte on either side of me. Despite everything we'd done, despite all the four ways and three-ways and the sex marathon during the blizzard, it had never been both sisters on Dan or I.

I noticed the way they were looking at me, a charge in the air as it dawned on me what was going to happen. As if my life couldn't get any better. Happy birthday to me.

Dan must've been in on it, too, I realized. Then again, his birthday was in a month and it fell on a Monday when the shop was closed. I could only imagine the day he had in mind for himself. 

"It's been such a great birthday," I said. "I really want to thank you again for dinner. That was amazing."

"Birthday's not over, prof," Charlotte whispered, leaning forward and kissing me. 

Bonnie turned my head towards her and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"Tonight's all about you, prof," she murmured. "It's your day. Be as selfish as you want."

Did I mention how ridiculously happy I was with my life?

***

Bonnie and Charlotte led me into my bedroom, each sister holding one of my hands. My brain was afire with anticipation. I'd had sex with both of them, dozens of times. To have them both with me was an entirely different experience, though, potentially a whole order of magnitude beyond.

They fell upon me, taking turns kissing my mouth as I wrapped my arms around both their shoulders and pulled them towards me.

I stood in between them as they slid my shirt off my head, methodically stripping me naked. Bonnie undid the button on my jeans as Charlotte pulled off my socks and pushed my jeans down to my knees. 

Charlotte stood behind me, her arms wrapped around my torso as her hands roved over my chest and stomach. She plunged her mouth against the base of my neck, nibbling it and sending spasms of pleasure flowing along my torso.

Bonnie, meanwhile, kissed my mouth and worked her hands down to my underwear. As I enjoyed the feel of her wet tongue and lips, she grabbed hold of my cock and jerked it gently.

I was already adrift in pure delight. You can imagine why. There I was, naked and in between two of the hottest BBWs on the planet. They were pressed against me on either side, enveloping me all around.

"You ladies are overdressed," I observed. 

Bonnie smiled, kissing me playfully and stepping back. Charlotte did the same. 

I turned and watched them strip for me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stroked my cock and enjoyed the show. They swayed slowly, thrusting their curves to and fro in a most pleasing fashion. 

Gradually, they began to remove their clothes. Bonnie undid the buttons on her blouse, her eyes meeting my gaze. Charlotte wiggled out of her jeans, her wide hips rocking back and forth for my entertainment. 

Soon both sisters stood naked in front of my bed. I rose, taking each under an arm. I kissed Charlotte hard, then switched to Bonnie. The feel of all that beautiful flesh against me was incredible. I had a hand on each sister's ass at the same time, four tits mashed against me as I resumed making out with them both. 

I could've gone at forever. I'd kiss Bonnie, enjoying her full lips and then switch back to Charlotte to enjoy her unique and wonderful virtues. Then it'd back for more of Bonnie until returning to Charlotte. 

Somehow we found ourselves inching towards the bed and the three of us plopped down together. I found myself laying on my side in between them, facing Charlotte and playing with her tits as we made-out. Bonnie kissed the back of my neck, leaning tight against me. 

"Oh my god," I managed to gasp. "I can't believe this."

The girls eased me onto my back, their hands all over my chest and stomach. Charlotte grabbed my cock and stroked it as she kissed my neck. Bonnie's mouth fell upon mine and our tongues twirled frantically. I was helpless in their grasp, riding a wave of ecstasy like nothing I'd ever experienced. 

Charlotte eased her way down my torso as Bonnie and I kept making-out. She lay on her stomach in between my legs, still jerking my cock. I felt sparks of pleasure as her tongue flicked the tip of my cock. The sparks turned into a prolonged, happy sensation as she took me into her mouth and started sucking me steadily. 

Bonnie and I kept at it, my hands all over her big tits. Charlotte's head bobbed up and down on my cock in the meantime. It was all so incredible I could've come right then except Charlotte backed off. She kept jerking my wet cock as she eased her way back up besides me. 

I turned and looked at her, drawn in by her beautiful eyes and funky glasses. As we kissed, Bonnie slid down and took her sister's place at my cock. With the skill of relay runners passing a baton, Charlotte handed over my cock to her twin. 

All was switched from before, Bonnie sucking my dick as Charlotte and I made out. I kissed her neck and reached down for her tits. She sat up enough so I could take a nipple into my mouth and suck on it hard. 

Bonnie backed off on my cock. A few moments later I felt her sliding a condom on me. Then she straddled me and was bouncing up and down on my cock slowly. 

Charlotte nibbled on my earlobe, spasms of pleasure radiating outward. I let out a long sigh. I'm normally not the vocal one during sex, but Bonnie and Charlotte were taking me to places of pleasure I'd never been before. 

"Holy fucking shit," I moaned. 

Bonnie was also getting into it, riding my cock hard. Soon she was groaning loudly as she bounced violently. I thrust up against her in rhythm, still making out with Charlotte.

"That's it, prof," she whispered in my ear. "Enjoy every moment."

"Holy fucking shit," I moaned again.

"Fuck, yeah," Bonnie sighed. 

A minute later Bonnie started groaning loudly, at last letting out a series of gasps in rapid succession. She told me later the scenario we were in was one long lusted for, a favorite fantasy fulfilled and she couldn't hold back. 

Charlotte smiled, watching her sister's orgasm.

"Way to go," she said. "Now it's my turn!"

Bonnie got off my cock and lay next to me. Charlotte quickly took her place. Any momentum I'd had towards coming was blunted by the pause in the action, which was fine by me. I didn't care if it took me an hour to come. 

Bonnie lay besides me, watching her sister ride my cock as she caressed my shoulders and chest. Charlotte started off slow and soon grew more rapid. Before long she was fucking me furiously, big tits and belly bouncing in time to her thrusts. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned. Her face was lifted towards the ceiling, red hair streaming behind her. 

I noticed Bonnie watching as transfixed as I was. Her hand was on her clit and she was rubbing it hard. I looked at her and we kissed. 

"Sit on my face baby," I told her. "Please, it's what I want so bad."

"Then you got it," she said. 

Bonnie got into position above me, facing away from her sister and towards the headboard. She lowered her pussy towards my face. 

Above me was a unique view of Bonnie Belladonna, businesswoman and culinary artist. First there were enormous, soft thighs. I had a hand on each of them. Directly above me was her pussy, Pi tattoo in full view. Above that her round belly hung outward. 

Bonnie lowered herself the rest of the way and my mouth was soon on her pussy. My tongue attacked her clit, licking it as hard as I could. On the other end of me, Charlotte was bouncing up and down furiously. 

Both Belladonna sisters were soon moaning. I felt like a sex god in that moment. It's one thing to be fucking two girls at once. It's something else entirely to be giving them pleasure like I was. I always feel great after making a woman come. Now I was making two come at once!

After Dan and I fucked Bonnie together, she told me a few days later it had been the greatest sex she'd ever had.

"It wasn't just being the center of attention," she explained. "That's great and all, but that's not the half of it. It was about being able to give pleasure to the two of you. To bring two guys to orgasm in succession like that. It's very affirming."

I got what she meant. As I lay there, lapping Bonnie's clit as Charlotte rode my cock, I understood her completely. 

I slid a finger into her pussy and fucked her with it as I licked her clit with abandon. A second finger soon joined the first. 

Bonnie came for the second time that evening in no time, bucking and moaning. Charlotte joined her not long after. By then Bonnie had crawled off and lay next to me. Sweat streaming down her forehead, Charlotte rode me hard until her orgasm overtook her and she transformed into a quivering, screaming mass of happy relief. 

"Fuck yes!" she shouted over and over. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"

Charlotte gradually grew quieter, her thrusts slowing. She opened her eyes and looked at me, her face happy. 

"What can we do for you next?" she asked. 

I pondered her question. So many of my particular favorite fantasies involving two BBWs has already been fulfilled. A specific one popped into my head.

"I want you to both jerk my off," I blurted out. 

"You got it, babe," Bonnie said. "Where do you want us?"

I sat up, propping an extra pillow under my head and shoulders. Beckoning them to either side of me, they understood. Removing the condom, Bonnie flicked it aside. 

Charlotte reached into the night stand and got out the lube. She squeezed a dab of onto the tip of my cock and then spread it around. She began jerking my cock, her hand sliding up and down its length with ease. 

"Go ahead," I glanced at Bonnie. "Join her."

Bonnie reached down and grabbed the top of my cock as Charlotte paused at the base. Together they moved their hands up and down on it.

Now, I love a good hand job. It's an underrated experience, if you ask me. Having the hands of two beautiful women on my cock at once jerking me off had been a concept I'd fantasized about for years. 

Add to that having each Belladonna sister under and arm leaning against me. Their big tits, all four of them, rested on my chest and their bellies on the sides of my stomach. 

I made out with them. I kissed them each in turn. I would've liked it to last forever but it was fewer than two minutes before I felt my orgasm approaching. There was no holding this one back, either. Charlotte's tongue was dancing with mine as she and Bonnie jerked me off together. 

"I'm gonna fucking come," I moaned. 

A moment later my dick exploded. It throbbed rapidly, cum squirting upwards and splattering my chest and stomach. The girls smartly slowed their jerking to a slow pace, my cock still throbbing and dripping globs of cum on my lower stomach. 

"Oh, shit," I moaned. 

The girls added a final touch to the experience. They each kissed me in turn and then eased down and licked every drop of cum off. Smiling, they settled down on either side of me and we caught our breath.

"Happy birthday, prof," Bonnie murmured. 

"Yes, happy birthday," Charlotte added.

"Thanks."

Do I really need to point out that it was the happiest motherfucking birthday I'd ever had? A nursing home night, Dan might've called it.

I was piling up a lot of those since we'd met Bonnie and Charlotte. 



The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 07



The preparations for Bonnie and Charlotte's appearance on Cupcake Battle continued, growing ever more intense as the deadline aired. 

Dan and I helped the girls prep as best we could. We tried to envision every possible scenario. Movies were a possible category, and we spent a week going through what we hoped was an exhaustive list. 

"Okay, next movie," I announced, sipping from my wine glass and scanning the list. "Here's a big one: The Godfather."

"Oh, fuck," Charlotte said. "Please, nothing with a horse's head."

"Leave the gun," I said. "Take the cannoli." 

"What?" Bonnie asked. 

"That's a line from the movie," I explained. 

"I can't fucking believe I've never thought of doing a cannoli cupcake before." She paused, jotting it down in her notebook. 

"That was easy," I said, glancing at the list. "Okay, next up is a tribute to the films of Nora Ephron. You know, Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally."

"Fuck," Charlotte said. "What's a signature Seattle thing? Maybe the whole 'sleepless' angle and we'd do a coffee cupcake? When Harry Met Sally is New York. Hmm."

Dan started laughing.

"What is it?" I asked. 

"I've got it," he announced. "Just make the most exquisitely awesome cupcake you can summon and call it the 'I'll-Have-What-She's-Having Cupcake.' What do you think?"

"Could work," Bonnie said.

We spent a few minutes working on Dan's idea. We finally settled on the idea of the Caffeinated Orgasm Cupcake. It would basically be the ultimate coffee cupcake, tying in Sleepless in Seattle with the famous line from When Harry Met Sally.

"Okay, what's next?" Bonnie asked.

I glanced at the list.

"Forrest Gump."

Bonnie frowned. 

"Wow," she said. "One of my favorite movies, but I'm drawing a blank. Some variation of a theme on an Alabama dessert, maybe?"

"Shrimp cupcake," Dan offered jokingly.

"We'll hit the fifty states when we get through the movies," I said, rifling through my print-outs. "I've got lists of regional desserts and specialties."

"This is the toughest thing I've ever done," Bonnie said. 

"That's what makes it worth doing," I said. "If it were easy, everyone would do it."

"Okay, that's another line from a movie," Charlotte noticed, thinking it over. "Tom Hanks said it in A League of Their Own. Is that movie on our list? What if Geena Davis is the celebrity judge?"

"There's no crying!" Dan said, imitating the film's most famous line to absolute perfection. "There's no crying in baseball!"

"What the hell would we do with it if that came up?" Charlotte wondered. 

"Peach cobbler cupcake," I said at once. 

"Peach cobbler?" Charlotte asked.

"The team in the movie," I said. "The Rockford Peaches."

Charlotte shook her head and finished off her glass of wine.

"I'd never have thought of that," she said. "This is incredibly stressful."

"We'll get through," I reassured her.

Bonnie smiled at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I love the way you and Dan talk in terms of 'us' and 'we' about this," she said. "The four of us are a team, aren't we?"

"We're more," I told her. "We're a family." 

***

The final days leading up the taping and the day itself were right around President's Day. There were thus no classes at school so it was easy for me to be there for the girls. Dan sacrificed a couple of vacation days but was happy to do so to attend the taping. 

Olivia stepped up to the plate, studying Bonnie's recipes so she could manage the store while the girls were taping the show in New York. Bonnie and Charlotte's mom Susan would also help Olivia out during the taping. 

There was a moment I worried could be awkward. What had Bonnie and Charlotte told her mom about Dan and me? Had they mentioned us at all. 

As it turned it out, her mom was a hippy-type who was open-minded and easygoing. I don't think she ever heard the details of what was going on at 221b, but she knew all about the polyamorous relationship Dan and I had with her daughters. Charlotte explained it to me.

"Trust me, she understands," she said. "She's been married to our dad forever, but Uncle Dave has always been part of our life, not to mention Aunt Judie. There our parents' best friends, if you catch my drift."

"I do."

Susan Belladonna was also, like her daughters, a hard-nosed entrepreneur. She ran an artisanal soap operation that raked in all sorts of cash. 

I met her when I walked into the shop after work three days before the show and there was Susan behind the counter with Charlotte explaining the register to her. 

"Andrew!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Look! It's my mom!"

Susan was friendly and welcoming and I was relieved. She was also a big woman, exactly like her daughters, in her early fifties and still attractive."

Susan gave me a hug and a big kiss on the cheek.

"So glad to meet half of my daughters' happiness," she said. 

Dan and I drove up with the girls the next day. We piled into Bonnie's car and headed north. We were awash with anticipation, the New Jersey Turnpike passing by in a blur. The network put us up in a nice hotel overlooking Central Park. We navigated the tunnel into Manhattan and found the hotel. Parking in front, Bonnie handed a piece of paper to the valet. The next thing I knew the car was spirited away as doormen carted our bags up to our luxury suite.

They rooms were breathtaking. We had two bedrooms flanked by a huge sitting area in the middle with a view of Central Park. The bathroom was all polished marble with a massive shower.

"You've hit the big time," I observed.

"That all depends on tomorrow," Charlotte mused.

The next day the girls were mostly in the studios, filming all sorts of stuff in advance of the competition the following day. 

Dan and I were on our own so we checked out the sights, had lunch at a famous falafel place, and returned to the hotel suite around three.

The scene which greeted us was not a happy one. 

Charlotte stood near the door to the bathroom, a grim look on her face. I heard Bonnie moaning, clearly in distress. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"Bonnie's sick," Charlotte said. 

Less than twenty hours before their nationally-televised competition which could vault their business into the stratosphere, the girls were in trouble. Poor Bonnie was on her knees in front of the toilet sick as a dog.

***

It was long, rough night. 

We'd hoped to all go out to dinner, but those plans were shot. All that mattered was Bonnie. 

Dan and I sent Charlotte to bed around eleven – she needed her rest for the competition, after all – and took over caring for Bonnie. By that time, her stomach had emptied but she was coping with a fever. 

Dan and I took turns watching over her. One of us was always at her bedside, the other sleeping on the couch in the common room of the suite.

I took the first shift, wiping Bonnie's brow and holding her hand until past two. 

Past the limit of exhaustion, I called Dan in and let him take over. I flopped down on the couch and was asleep in thirty seconds. 

I got up at six and went into Bonnie's room. Dan was leaning over her smiling. 

"How's she doing?" I whispered groggily. 

"The fever's broken," Dan said. "She's sleeping good."

Bonnie looked peaceful, though her sheets were drenched. I felt her forehead and she was cool.

"She's going to be fine, bro," Dan whispered.

"She'll be ready to kick ass," I added. 

"Damn straight."

It would be a challenge, I was sure. They'd be up against competitive, talented people in a few hours. At least Bonnie would be in the game, though, right alongside Charlotte. 

My money was still on the Belladonna sisters.

***

The girls had to be at the studios at nine for a noon taping of the show. We woke Bonnie at seven-thirty, giving her an hour to get ready before the car picked them up. She was shaky at first, sipping coffee and not saying much. 

"How do you feel?" I asked. 

"Better," she said, taking another sip of coffee. "Pretty good, actually. Let's have breakfast sent up."

Bonnie played it cautious, eating a whole wheat English muffin with butter washed down with another cup of coffee. It stayed down and she felt well as she headed off to the shower.

Dan and I accompanied the girls down to the lobby. They were dressed in jeans and their work t-shirts. Bonnie's hair was in a ponytail and Charlotte wore her customary braids. Each donned a bandana – Charlotte's was pink and Bonnie's purple, matching their shirts. They've never looked sexier. 

We kissed them both and saw them into the limo sent by the network. Dan and I stood there on Fifth Avenue, watching the studio's limo spirit the girls away as the fashionably attired hurried by on their way to work.

"They're gonna kick fucking ass, bro," Dan said. 

"Agreed," I said. "Come on, let's order a breakfast feast. I feel like eggs, bacon, sausage, you name it. Network's paying."

***

I've never paid much attention to cooking-competition shows, but I'd been an avid watcher of Cupcake Battle since the girls had been invited on. In person, it's nothing like you think. Reams of action get edited down to fifty minutes of programming. A good portion of what makes the final cut is intros and extraneous content, too. 

They ushered us into the studio with the rest of the audience. The kitchen, complete with its multiple work stations and the pantry, was in the spotlight at one end of the space. Above the stage hung the massive Cupcake Battle logo featuring a pair of jousting knights atop a pink-frosted cupcake. 

Surrounding the stage in a semi-circle was the audience arranged in a stadium-style seating pattern. There were a hundred or so people in attendance. Many were friends and family of the contestants. 

A skinny blonde lectured us about the rules for the audience. Unless we were specifically referenced by the host or the panel of judges, we were not to cheer or shout out. We were to remain as silent as possible, or we would be escorted out of the studio. No second chances, either. Scream out a single "Go Belladonna Sisters!" and we were gone.

The host came out next. Charlie Highbridge was a high-energy Englishman with a pompadour who came off on TV like an idiot. In person, he was the essence of professionalism and friendliness. He talked warmly with the audience and sought out the friends and relatives of the contestants, speaking with each of them.

"You're the boyfriends?" he said to us, shaking our hands in turn. "Lucky blokes. Which one's the scientist?"

"That's me," I said. "They told you about us?"

"We'd a fine chat," he said. 

The taping commenced, the panel of three judges introduced and taking their seats. Then came the contestants. Each entered and took their spots in one of the three kitchens stations. 

Bonnie and Charlotte were in the middle kitchen, glancing at us and smiling. They were up against Cupcake Empire in Seattle, owned by a pair of likeable middle-aged gay guys. Gary and Craig had twenty year's baking experience, making them formidable opponents. 

Bonnie and Charlotte also had to deal with the proprietors of Heartland Cupcakes in Omaha, Nebraska, a married couple named Paul and Palmyra. They were an odd pair. Paul was clean-cut with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small-town America vibe. Palmyra had bright pink hair and was covered in tattoos and piercings.

I couldn't help but wonder how they'd met, or what their sex life was like. Paul looked like he should be leading a Bible study group and Palmyra would've been perfect as the lead singer for a Goth punk band.

My inclination was to guess they're kinky people thrown together by some odd circumstance. I could see a lot of bondage and feverish group sex. Just a guess but, then again, I have a filthy imagination. Good for them if it's true, by the way. 

The Belladonna sisters would also face off against Carrie's Cupcakes from Nashville. It was another husband and wife team. He had a full beard and mustache and wore a cowboy hat. She was all bubbly and blonde with a round face and broad smile. I got the feeling they'd both moved to Nashville to break into country music but failed so they opened a cupcake shop instead. 

***

Round one began, Highbridge addressing the competitors in a disdainful voice I knew was part of the act. 

"Cupcake competitors," he addressed them with mock seriousness that strained one's patience. "You have journeyed across our nation and arrive here, in New York City, eager to demonstrate your mastery of the cupcake. Are you ready?"

The competitors affirmed their readiness and Highbridge gestured to the curtain off to the side of the kitchen studio. 

"Beyond this curtain are our three mystery judges," he told the competitors. "Are you ready to meet them?"

Without waiting for a response, Highbridge gestured towards the curtain and it rose. 

"I present to you, judge number one," he went on. "Fernando Garibaldi, chef-owner of La Scalia, the gourmet Italian bistro drawing raves in Hell's Kitchen."

Next up was Marcia O'Shaughnessy, a famous pastry chef from Boston. She was conventionally-attractive, tall and skinny with black hair and pretty features. 

The third judge – here comes our random celebrity! – was on the cast of a BBC series set in Victorian times I hadn't seen . She played Lady Emilie Rousseau-Weston, a Frenchwoman married into a British noble family circa 1890. Lady Emilie apparently spends a lot of time on the show shaking up her husband's crusty Victorian ideals and so scandalizing his extended family. I vaguely recalled hearing something about a Lady Godiva-style escapade in the season finale. 

Her real name was Sophie something-or-other-French I didn't catch. She had dark auburn hair and a hauntingly-beautiful face. She was way too skinny for my tastes, though. 

"Each judge," Highbridge continued. "Has in his or her possessions an envelope. Within that envelope is their selected theme for tonight's competition. Each judge has brought a theme of their own choosing. Earlier, the candidates drew straws and each gets to pick which judge they want to face first. First place t0day g0es to Carrie's Cupcakes."

The host paused, turning towards the proprietors of Carrie's Cupcakes.

"Mike and Carrie," he asked with wild exaggeration, gesturing towards the judges. "Who do you choose?"

Carrie stepped forward.

"We choose Judge O'Shaughnessy," she announced. 

The host turned back towards O'Shaughnessy. 

"Chef O'Shaughnessy," he asked. "What is the theme you have selected?"

"As you can tell by my name," O'Shaughnessy said, rising. "I'm of Irish descent. Not just a little Irish, either, but Boston Irish all the way."

I groaned inwardly. I'm one hundred percent Irish-American on both sides, but there's such a thing as overdoing it. 

"It'll be March Sixteenth when this airs," she went on. "Saint Patrick's Day is tomorrow. I challenge you, contestants to construct a cupcake in honor of this day honoring Irish culture and heritage."

I practically jumped out of my chair. We'd brainstormed for this exact scenario! 

"You have forty minutes!" Highbridge announced. "Beginning now."

***

Bonnie and Charlotte presented their cupcakes last. The previous entries were all mediocre and haphazard. The Belladonna sisters, however, submitted a work of art.

"The cake is a Guinness and chocolate-flavored blend," Bonnie explained. "It's topped with a whisky-infused cream and a chocolate-caramel harp seasoned with Irish sea salt."

"Why the harp?" O'Shaughnessy asked. 

"The harp is the visual center of the cupcake," Charlotte explained. "As well as a traditional symbol of Ireland. The harp embodies the spirit of the Irish people perfectly. Despite all the tragedy and struggle the Irish have faced over the millennia, they remain a people of poetry and music. The harp, to me, represents the resiliency of the Irish."

O'Shaughnessy nodded thoughtfully, smiling.

"Well said," she remarked. 

In the final editing of the show, all that got in of Charlotte's speech was:

"The harp is the visual center of the cupcake as well as a traditional symbol of Ireland." 

***

Bonnie and Charlotte won the first round easily. The broadcast was edited to make it seem suspenseful, but in person it wasn't. All three judges had nothing but praise for the final product, straining to nit-pick a criticism.

"They've got this, bro," Dan whispered. 

"I hope so," I said. 

Carrie's Cupcakes were eliminated after the first round. That left Cupcake Empire and Heartland Cupcakes standing in Bonnie and Charlotte's way. The second judge to go was Chef Garibaldi, chosen by Paul and Palmyra. 

"Just as Chef O'Shaughnessy asked for a cupcake in honor of her Irish heritage," Garibaldi said. "I want you to create a cupcake that honors the culinary history of Italy."

"National themes," I whispered. "Based on the judge's heritage. Ireland, Italy. France is next. Got to be."

"They can do France, bro," Dan whispered back. "We prepared for France." 

Bonnie and Charlotte presented the judges a Cannoli Cupcake similar to what they already featured on their menu. Bonnie explained the cake part was an Ameritti, which meant it was flavored with Amaretto. This, Bonnie explained, was a traditional cake from Milan. 

Atop the cake was a beautiful beige mascarpone-based frosting flavored with more amaretto and also cinnamon and walnuts. 

It looked pretty good to me, and the judges all seemed to like it, but Chef Garibaldi added some harsh remarks at the end.

"Although it is well-conceived and certainly very tasty," he said. "I can't help but notice you've used alcohol as a flavoring two cupcakes in a row. I'd like to see you expand your horizons if you make it to the final round."

Bonnie and Charlotte survived the second round, Gary and Craig produced a biscotti cupcake which was a total disaster and got them sent back to Seattle. 

The odd couple of Paul and Palmyra were all that stood between Bonnie and Charlotte and victory.

"We have only one judge left, one final round between yourselves and cupcake domination," the host announced. "Judge Sophie."

"Contestants," Sophie began. "As you know, I am from France. Provence, to be specific. But what you may not know is my mother was Dutch. Her birthday is next week. And so, in honor of my mama, I charge you with creating a cupcake inspired by her homeland."

"Holy shit," I whispered. "The Netherlands?"

"Did we prepare for the Netherlands?" Dan wondered.

"I'm sure," I said. "Wait a sec, let me think. Uh, they prepped for apple tarts with whipped cream. Easy to convert to cupcake form."

When the host announced the start of the next cooking period, the two teams huddled up. Bonnie whispered something to Charlotte and she stood straight-up, eyes flashing as she struggled to contain her smile. I watched them as they sprang into action. Whatever Bonnie came up with, they were laser-focused on it. 

I watched them closely, trying to puzzle out what they were doing. The judges and the host watched, as well, commenting the entire time. They were baffled by Bonnie's making several colors of frosting. There was bright blue, dark blue, yellow, and even white. 

"What the hell?" Dan whispered.

The next second I recognized the colors and realized what Bonnie was up to. I knew at that moment they were unstoppable. 

"Holy shit," I gasped.

"What is it, bro?" asked Dan.

"They're gonna win, that's what! They've fucking got it."

Bonnie presented the cupcake sans cup, peeling away the wrapping. It was all blue and yellow swirls in the cake, topped with bright blue frosting decorated further with swirls of white and yellow and wavy chocolate trees rising vertically from atop it all. 

"Judges," Bonnie said, addressing them. "May I present to you the Vincent Van-Gogh-inspired Starry Night Cupcake. Enjoy."




The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 07



A murmur went through the crowd, people shaking their heads and smiling. The judges' jaws dropped.

"Oh, my," Judge Sophie said. 

"You gotta be kidding me," Chef Garibaldi said, laughing. 

"Told you," I whispered to Dan. "They nailed it."

"Charlotte," Highbridge said. "Can you explain the inspiration for this cupcake?"

"Van Gogh was Dutch," Charlotte said. "He was a painter of genius from the same nation which produced Vermeer and Rembrandt. He found his style, however, in the south of France and fell in love with the bright colors of Provence. This homage to his most well-known masterpiece honors a Dutch genius but also provides a nod to the beauty of the south of France. Your mother's Dutch heritage as well as the love she found from Provence is all represented herein in this cupcake."

Once more, what made it into the final show was less eloquent although more succinct:

"Van Gogh was Dutch."

***

Bonnie and Charlotte won, of course. 

The best Heartland Cupcakes could do was a New York Cheesecake Cupcake trying to tie-in the city's Dutch heritage. Paul and Palmyra never stood a chance. It was back home for another BDSM gangbang, I like to imagine. 

The four of us decided to stay in New York that night and enjoy the town. The network suite was still ours and there was nothing further to stress over. The girls were anxious to get back to their store, but Dan and I convinced them to spend the night.

"Olivia says congratulations and she can handle things in the morning," I said, holding up my cell phone. 

"She's already been managing for two days," Bonnie protested. 

"And she can handle one more," I insisted. "Give her two days off when you get back to make it up to her."

"I don't know," Bonnie said. I could tell she was relenting.

"We have a free suite on Fifth Avenue in New York City," I said gently. "We've the rest of the day and you girls just won a shitload of money."

"One night," Dan added. "Come on."

"All right, you've convinced me," Bonnie said at last. 

"Yes!" Charlotte agreed. "What shall we do?"

"Dinner, of course," I said. "Then we'll see."

"Times Square!" Charlotte blurted out.

"After dinner," I said. "The first rule of eating in New York is to stay the hell away from Times Square or any other touristy area. We'll take a cab down to Greenwich Village and get something better to eat at half the price."

So that's what we did. We showered and dressed and made our way to the Village. I took in the energy of Manhattan as we strolled about. Our own city was big enough in its own right, but New York has a certain hectic glory which few places on Earth can match. 

The girls looked incredible, as always, but they really outdid themselves that evening. Bonnie wore a sundress that was dark blue and purple along with a white wool jacket. Charlotte went with a pink V-neck sweater and a white-and-pink skirt that showed off her big ass. 

We picked a little place right off Bleecker Street that specialized in traditional comfort food done with New York City flair and quality. It was famous for its macaroni and cheese. We ate early, just after five, and had the place to ourselves seeing how it was a weeknight and New Yorkers eat dinner late. 

We enjoyed a leisurely stroll about the neighborhood afterwards, the girls spending a small fortune at a famous cheese shop around the corner from the restaurant. The folks there packed everything with dry ice for the trip home. 

Afterwards we found a cool basement bar that used to be a speakeasy during prohibition. They served excellent martinis and there was a jazz trio playing in the corner. We lingered, downing three rounds before piling into a cab for the ride back to the hotel. 

"So what are you going to do with the money?" Dan asked as the cab took us back up to midtown. "Twenty thousand's a lot."

"Twenty-thousand before taxes," Charlotte corrected him. "What we need to be doing is capitalizing on this opportunity. When the episode airs, we're going to be swamped. Naturally, all three cupcakes we made on the show are now part of the permanent menu. In the meantime, we have to send out press releases advertising our win. We might even be able to do a few interviews. We're going to stretch this to the max."

***

I poured us some wine when we got back to the suite. Dan dimmed the lights and we all stood by the big window in the main room looking down at the lights of the city below us. 

"To the Belladonna sisters!" I said, raising my glass. "Queens of Manhattan, at least for tonight!"

We all drank and stood close to one another. My arm was around Charlotte and Dan's around Bonnie's. We stood that way for a long time, sipping the wine. 

I don't know what anyone else was thinking about at that moment, but I contemplated my good fortune and the long road that led us all to that upscale suite. 

I drained the last of my glass and put it down. I turned to Charlotte and met her gaze. 

"Finish your drink," I whispered.

Charlotte drank down her wine and set the glass down. I reached out and cradled her face with my hand. I held her soft cheek and she leaned against it, closing her eyes and savoring my touch. She opened her eyes again and looked at me. 

We kissed, long and languid. Our lips and tongues explored each other with utmost leisure coupled with unashamed lust. Barriers no longer existed between us, not for a long while. 

Maybe it was the release of stress with the conclusion of the contest. Maybe it was adrenaline released by the thrill of victory. It could've been the rising sense of comfort and affection we all felt towards one another.

Perhaps it was all those factors combined. I don't know. What I felt at that moment was an overwhelming connection to everyone else in the room. Charlotte and I poured out our passions over one another and I was dimly aware of Bonnie and Dan doing the same. It could just as easily have been the other way around. 

I relished the way Charlotte felt pressed against me, so much woman and so many curvy expanses to explore. I enjoyed every expansive contour, from her huge boobs to the soft width of her shoulders to the wonderful heft of her enormous ass. 

We all stumbled back to the couch, kissing and groping. I was crazy with lust and had been ever since that morning. 

Watching them compete on the show was a huge turn-on, seeing them in their element and displaying their considerable talent and creativity. It made me want them more than ever. 

Off went our clothes in a frenzy of unzipping, unbuttoning, and sliding out of garments. Pants were undone, bras unhooked, and socks tossed aside in a chaos of frantic groping. The four of us wound up naked and laying on the couch next to each other. I was all over Charlotte, my hands roaming over her expanses. We kissed maniacally, carried away with the moment. 

Lying on our sides facing each other, Charlotte and I kissed happily. I grabbed a handful of her hair and squeezed, carried away in the passion of the moment. Her hand clasped hold of my penis and stroked me vigorously. She paused, taking her hand back and licking it.. She returned to jerking me off, her hand wet with spit and sliding easily over my cock.

"Oh, fuck," I sighed. 

I reached down and started fingering her pussy as we made out and she jerked me off. Charlotte whimpered and I kissed her neck. Next to us, Bonnie was on her back. Her legs were in the air as Dan ate her pussy. 

I fingered Charlotte harder, our tongues twirling as she let out a long moan. 

"Fuck me, baby," she whispered. "Right now. Just get on top and fuck me."

How could I deny a request like that? I eased Charlotte onto her back and kissed her mouth again. Sliding down, I sucked and nibbled each of her tits in turn. Then I slid my hands over her soft belly as I kissed my way down its length. 

I kissed the top of her pussy, settling in for some cunnilingus.

"Fuck me," Charlotte moaned. "Just fuck me. I have to feel you in me."

"All in good time," I assured her. 

I leaned over the edge of the bed and plunged into her pussy. I started right away licking her clit and fingering her hard as Dan did the same to Bonnie. I wrapped my free hand around her thigh and pulled it tight. It was big and soft and perfect. 

Charlotte came in no time, right after her sister. Dan climbed on top of Bonnie and I did the same to Charlotte. 

Charlotte's eyes met mine and she smiled widely as I worked my cock inside her. We kissed, our tongues dancing as I buried my cock inside her.

"That's it," she moaned. "Go on, fuck me good."

I started off slow but Charlotte urged me on.

"Faster, baby," she moaned. "Fuck me with all you got!"

Once again, I wasn't about to deny such a request. I quickened my pace and she wrapped her thick legs around my waist. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we kissed as I fucked her. In between kisses she sighed and moaned.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "That's it! Fuck me good, baby!"

Next to us Bonnie was on all fours. Her massive rear end was thrust in the air as Dan fucked her asshole. She was screeching at the top of her lungs as Dan pummeled her relentlessly. She reached back one hand to rub her clit. 

The combination of a finger on her clit and a cock in her ass sent her through the roof. Bonnie was screaming loud enough to be heard in Brooklyn. I imagined passers-by in the hallway pausing to listen to her. 

"That's right!" they would've heard. "Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass! Oh, oh!"

I was fucking Charlotte by then like a man possessed. She was screaming nearly as loud as her sister as I nailed her with as much speed and power as I had. Throughout, I enjoyed her size and substance underneath me. Her big tits were smashed against my chest and her plump arms wrapped around my shoulders. 

Our mouths locked as I kept fucking her, our tongues twirling around each other desperately. I felt the first inklings of my coming orgasm. 

A few feet away, Bonnie was coming furiously. Her screeching ceased, replaced by an open-mouthed gasp that lasted for a good twenty seconds as Dan pounded her ass and she enjoyed what sounded like a mind-blowing orgasm.

Charlotte and I kept fucking for another minute. She came again, screaming and crying as I pounded her pussy with every ounce of strength and enthusiasm I had. We almost came at the same time, but not quite. Her orgasm was subsiding as mine began. When it arrived, I froze and drove my cock deep inside her. It pulsed violently, every throb a moment of pure joy. I didn't pull out of her until the last, lingering spasm faded.

Charlotte and I kissed, warm and tender in that special post-coital way. I pulled out of her and we watched Bonnie and Dan finish up. 

Bonnie's big ass was still thrust in the air and Dan was fucking her hard. Her eyes were closed and she was groaning. Charlotte and I watched for several minutes, transfixed by them going at it. We'd seen it all before, of course, but it never grew old. 

Dan's pace grew even quicker and he started to groan more. He froze suddenly, driving his cock deep inside Bonnie and grunting loudly. His cock was surely pulsing at that moment, his balls throbbing as they pumped cum in Bonnie's direction. 

Bonnie and Dan collapsed next to us. We lay quietly, clutching against the girls contended.

***

Each of us slipped away in turn, visiting the restroom before returning to warm embraces on the couch. 

Charlotte was the last. She was gone a minute when we heard the sound of the shower starting. 

"Guess she felt like cleaning up," I observed.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," Bonnie added. "You guys should join us when you're ready."

Bonnie got up and sauntered off towards the bathroom, shaking her big ass at us as she left. 

"This could be interesting," I said.

Dan and I waited a minute and then made our way towards the bathroom. My eyes were drawn to the shower and the two amazing BBW bodies within.

The lights were off in the rest of the bathroom, but recessed lights above the shower illuminated the scene like it was something on a stage. The four showerheads were all on, blasting the girls with steaming hot water. The glass doors of the shower were starting to fog over.

Bonnie and Charlotte stood with their backs to us. Their hair was wet, streams of water running down their soft shoulders and over the course of their smooth backs to trickle over the wide expanses of their hips and asses.

The girls teased us, swaying gently under the water. I was mesmerized by the alluring motion, the vision enhanced by the stark lighting and slick reflection of wet skin. My eyes went back and forth between them, admiring each butt in turn.

I'll never tire of that pair of delightful rear ends. I love the way their hips flare out and then decide in broad, gently curves. The swaying and rocking amplified their softness and I longed to run my hands over them each in turn.

I was half-hard already, reaching down and stroking myself up to a full erection in short order. Dan, I noticed, was also jerking off as he drank in the sight.

Bonnie was the first to turn around. She kept swaying, twin jets of water striking her shoulders and running down her huge breasts. She breathed in, tits heaving as she looked at Dan and I jerking off to the sight of her. 

Bonnie opened her mouth, her tongue running along her lips. She flashed me a look and stuck her tongue out towards me, as though licking the air in my direction. Then she turned her gaze towards Dan and did the same, all the while her hands moving up and massaging her own breasts. It was incredibly hot.

I was enjoying the tease, but the glass continued fogging. The blurriness beyond the glass actually enhanced the appeal of their swaying forms. Bonnie and Charlotte's wonderful womanly physiques became silhouetted, only the outlines of their bodies remaining. Soft curves danced for us beyond the veil of steam.

I'd had enough. The blurry outline of wide butts, huge tits, and soft bellies was too much to resist any further. I savored the anticipation as long as I could, jerking off furiously by now. At last I stepped forward and slid aside the door to the shower.

Bonnie was closest to me and I approached her. Her eyes looked into mine, bright blue jewels drawing me into her. The hot water ran over me as I took her in my arms and pulled her against me. Her hand went right down to my erection and she jerked my off as we kissed deeply.

I closed my eyes, lost in the intensity of the moment. Bonnie's luscious lips and sensuous tongue were all over my mouth, hot water streaming over my back as I gently pressed her against the back wall of the shower. Her enormous, dripping wet tits pressed against my chest and her big belly against my stomach. 

Dan and Charlotte were enjoying themselves a few feet away, Charlotte letting out a happy moan as Dan nibbled on her neck. 

"I've got to fuck you," I whispered in Bonnie's ear. 

There was a pair of shelves in the shower for sitting. Bonnie maneuvered me onto one of them. I sat, leaning against the wall. She smiled, jerking me off for a moment and then reaching up to adjust the showerheads so that they streamed down in front of me. 

Bonnie turned around and then backed up towards me. I reached up and placed a hand upon each ample ass cheek. I squeezed them gently, enjoying their size as Bonnie lowered herself on my cock. 

I groaned as my cock entered her pussy. There was slight resistance and Bonnie lifted herself off it before plunging back down. This time she buried it inside her all the way to my balls. We groaned in unison and she began bopping up and down on me.

My hands clutched her ass cheeks as she rode me, the water of the jets splashing down her back and into my chest. 

"Holy fuck," I groaned.

Charlotte, meanwhile, was on her knees before a standing Dan sucking his cock. Her hands were on his hips and her head bobbing up and down his shaft. Now and then she'd paused to lick the head of his dick or run her tongue along the sides. It was quite the show to watch, especially with her sister bouncing on my cock.

I went on that way for a long time, Bonnie starting to groan wildly a few minutes later.

"Fuck, yes!" she sighed. "Oh, fuck!"

Bonnie came a minute later, wailing and howling as I thrust up against her fat butt as hard as I could. Her sister, in the meantime, was bent over with her own gigantic ass thrust into the air as Dan began fucking her asshole. Charlotte was soon moaning frantically, bracing one hand against the wall of the shower and reaching down with the other to rub her clit. All the while Bonnie bounced and, boy, did it feel incredible. I was overwhelmed, enjoying the show between Charlotte and Dan almost as much as the feel of Bonnie's pussy. 

It wasn't enough, though.

"Turn around, baby," I murmured. "I want to feel you close against me."

Bonnie lifted herself off my cock, turning around. It would have been difficult for her to straddle me facing each other on the narrow shelf so I slid onto the floor. She lowered herself back on me and resumed her steady bouncing.

Propped up against the wall, we sat facing one another as we fucked. The water streamed down between us, blasting us with heat and power. Her tits and belly were mashed against me, her big ass in my hands. 

The feeling of envelopment I crave overtook me and I thrust upwards with wild abandon. I felt my orgasm looming and kissed Bonnie hard. 

"That's it, baby," I moaned. "That's it."

Somewhere in the distance Charlotte was howling as she was swept away by the throes of her orgasm, Dan pounding her asshole with vigor. It was a nice accent to the extreme intensity of my approaching orgasm. 

I kissed Bonnie hard on the lips as the feeling in my cock rose to a peak. Finally, I exploded inside her, my cock pulsating violently. Each throb was another explosion of delightful release. 

I sat there even as the last spasms subsided, still inside Bonnie as Dan continued fucking Charlotte to our left. We held each other, not wanting to withdraw. For a moment, we'd become one.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you, too, prof," she said. 

We kissed, long and hard and happy as the water streamed over our backs. Next to us, Dan froze in place and let out a long groan as he came inside Charlotte's ass. 

It was a perfect moment. I couldn't have asked for anything more. 

***

This story has a happy ending. 

I told you in the beginning it was the story of how I met my wife, and it is. She's the love of my life, and so is her sister. As you might've guessed, Dan and I each married a Belladonna sister. 

Their business succeeded beyond anyone's wildest dreams. After the airing of the show, the success of the shop really went through the roof. They franchised a few years later and Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes are now in four states. Olivia is a full partner now, the ice cream part of the business a huge source of revenue. 

Married life has been good to us. Dan and I and our brides live in gorgeous brownstone townhouses next to one another in one of the tonier neighborhoods in our city, complete with off-street parking and tiny backyards. We see each other every day, of course, sharing meals and beds whenever we can. 

It remains a tradition on any birthday for the two opposite-sex members of our quartet to fuck the shit out of the birthday boy or girl. We hold fast to this tradition, and will till the day we die.

Olivia and her husband Rick remain our close friends. In the last year, we've slowly integrated them into our circle sexually. Rick was tentative at first, but the charms of Bonnie and Charlotte quickly converted him into an enthusiastic participant into our lifestyle. Needless to say, Dan and I have both enjoyed Olivia's unique charms of late and are pleased with current developments.




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Bonnie and Charlotte are happy. Bonnie gets to exercise her creativity in her test kitchen while Charlotte runs the business and marketing end of things. They bought the building across from 221b, the original Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes still thriving on the first floor. Above are the test kitchen and business offices for their growing empire.

As for 221b itself, we now own the building. A lesbian couple currently occupies our old home. I like to think the sexy adventures continue. 

Dan's doing great, too, the third Professor Fogbottom book hitting the bookstores any time now. There's talk of a TV show, but Dan's agent wants him to back off on the requirement that the professor's daughter Penelope be a BBW. Dan's not backing down. 

"This role could be a rare opportunity," he explained to his agent. "A hot fat girl cast in the role could be an inspiration for so many!"

As for me, I finished my doctorate. I'll return to teaching someday, probably community college. I've found my place for now as a stay-at-home dad. I'm actually good at it, to my infinite surprise. I take care of the two sets of blue-eyed twins me and Dan and the Belladonna sisters churned out within months of each other. 

Four girls, I kid you not, every one of them as headstrong and independent-minded as their moms. Their future is bright.

I've no complaints. We all want for nothing material and we have our wonderful kids to cherish. 

I also get to fuck a BBW with an insatiable sex drive, too. Oh, and I also fuck her hot sister with an equally insatiable sex drive. Sometimes my best friend joins me in fucking my BBW wife, sometimes I join him in fucking his. At least once a year, both wives fuck me. 

There's only one detail I haven't told you, and you might be wondering about it. Who did I marry, Charlotte or Bonnie?

The answer has been in front of you all along.