Interlude with BBW Olivia followed by birthday surprise

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!”

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.