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.