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.