Sunday evening

You don’t know how you’re still going. It’s some kind of miracle. The clock shows 530pm.

Brittany is on her back with her head off the edge of the bed, your thick cock sandwiched between her mountainous tits, her mouth latched onto your balls as you tit fuck her upside down. Her arms are out to the sides holding her huge tits together forming an A shape. Her left arm has 38 tally marks on it, tracking each time the big woman got off. Her right arm shows tally marks for each of your 15 loads Brittany had some of. You’re covered in sweat and almost exhausted. Your cock is tortured but still hard. You wonder how much you’ve got left. There’s a giggle behind you as Katie’s tongue invades your ass, giving you the best rimjob of the weekend. Katie’s long left arm wraps around your midsection, 43 tally marks between her elbow and shoulder. You’d found out that Katie got off hard being tied up and made to watch. That was Saturday night. Katie has been handcuffed to a chair while Brittany was tied spread eagle on the bed. 10 of Katie’s tally marks were from that session. Katie’s slender right arm joins the left in squeezing you and pulling your ass into her face, there are 17 marks on that arm. Katie woke you with slow, sensuous blowjobs Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning. She’d swallowed you before Brittany woke up. You’re hoping you’ve got one more in you. It doesn’t take too much more, your hypersensitive cock is squeezed between Brittany’s amazing tits, and Katie is slurping in your ass with abandon. Your balls twitch in Brittany’s mouth and she pulls off them with a *pop*

“One more stud.” Brittany moans, “Give it to me. Just to me.”

“Give it to her baby.” Katie moans from your ass.

You pull from between Brittany’s tits and slide it into her mouth. You slowly fuck her face while Katie rims you. You feel Brittany’s nose bumping into your balls as you thrust. Brittany drops her tits and starts fiddling herself again, going for 39. Katie is fiddling herself too, looking for 44. You’re ready for 18 and to pass out. You grab and play with Brittany’s tits again, rolling her nipples in the way you know sets her off. She’s writhing and sucking you hard. Your balls jump around as Katie rims you to the edge. Brittany tenses and goes slack. Katie stops rimming and you hear her gasp. 39 and 44, what an amazing weekend. You thrust back in Brittany’s mouth, holding it in, your balls resting on her face. They twitch and jump up off her nose as you unload 5 more shots straight down her throat.

Katie stands up, makes a 44th mark on her left arm and smiles. Brittany swallows every last drop, takes the marker from Katie and makes 39 on her left and 16 on her right.

“Fuck what a weekend.” You sigh.

“Start of something new.” Katie giggles.

“Back to work tomorrow.” Brittany chuckles.

“Fuck!” you and Katie both groan. You hadn’t given it a thought.

Brittany wipes herself off again, still sweaty from all the naughty fun. She’s humming while she gathers up her stuff.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow stud.” she giggles, kissing your cheek, “We’ll start a rumor.”

Brittany pulls her flowy dress back over her head. Her arms, legs and chest are covered in naughty words, she looks busty Joanna Angel she has so much ink. Words like, “fuck toy.” “Fat slut.” “Cow” “fuck here.” Countless arrows and other filthy writings adorn her smooth pale skin. The dress hides the worst of it, but the “fat titted whore” across her chest is still fully visible.

“Good thing I don’t have a roommate anymore.” she giggles, “This would be tough to explain.”

“I know. I’m going to have to shower for hours to get this all off.” Katie agrees. You survey Katie’s writing. “Good girlfriend” “no tits” “screamer” “cuckquean” and just as many arrows and other filthy things. Katie looks like a slightly shorter Rocky Emerson as she slides on a similar dress. The dress hides most of the worst of it, but your favorite “make me scream” is visible on her upper back.

Brittany kisses you both again and leaves, promising to text later.

“Best birthday ever baby.” you congratulate your girlfriend.

“I know. I’m amazing.” she giggles. She steps out onto the balcony and you follow, you both light up and sigh.

“You kind of have two girlfriends now.” Katie says, “Just don’t replace me with those tits. I’m the original.”

“Yeah I wondered how we were going to do this.” you admit. “It’s going to be physically exhausting.”

“You’re not complaining about exhausting. We’ll figure it out.” she laughs, “It was my idea anyway.”

“The best girlfriend ever.” you repeat.