Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 02

"AAAAWWWWW BAAAAEEEE, AWW BAAAEEE; IT'S- GONNA, IT'S CUMMING OUT!!" Andre was groaning sounding distressed now palming her head between his large hands, completely fucking her face. The gurgling, gagging sounds got louder as he lost himself forgetting I was there filming the whole thing.

"GAKKK!! GAKKK!! GAKKK!! GAKKK!! GAKKK!! GAKKK!! GAKKK!!" He got his opposite leg up on the couch which was a feat in and of itself as everything below his upper calve disappeared on her far side. Andre was popping his hips more rhythmically at this point, just letting go.

"BAE, IT'S CUMMING!! IT'S CUMMING OUT RIGHT NOW!! I'M GONNA DO IT IN YOUR MOUTH BAAAEEEE-BEEEEE!!" On que, Shawnee suddenly gagged and coughed as bursts of copious ejaculate filled her mouth.

Those chubby looking cheeks of hers ballooned outward as her hands became a blur on his strained meat. His cock was so hardened, it looked like it would explode. The crazy thing about it was that more than two thirds of it was still exposed as Shawnee continued jerking, now using her pudgy hands on different parts of it. Andre's grunts became unintelligible gibberish, sounding like someone was laying into him with body blows or something. His twelve pack flexed and undulated from her attentions as Shawnee began to gradually soften her touch, bringing him down.

"HE AIN'T RUNNING SHIT UP IN HERE!!" Shawnee blurted out coughing up a bit of ejaculate that issued forth from her mouth in erratic bursts soiling his crotch as she released one hand still using the other. The expression on her face was meant to assert her dominance, but I knew I'd triggered her.

"Does he need your permission to sign a modeling release?"

My heart was thumping from watching the sudden interaction between these lovers, but her attitude when high was insufferable. Her hand continued stroking his enormous member which was somewhat curved on the end. She'd drawn the loose skin back on it exposing the reddish, purpled crown going in swirling her tongue on it as he rubbed her scalp lovingly.

"I'm gonna be a model, Shawnee?"

"This gonna be a model, nigga!" She emphasized her words with a flick of her wrist causing a stubborn web of cum to ooze from the head of his cock. Shawnee eyed me before slurping it up like a string of spaghetti. She was definitely playing to the camera art this point.

"Well, let's make a proper shoot of it then, Ms. WTF."

"Why're you calling her that?" Andre questioned.

"That's what he's calling me, fool; that's my uh, stage name." Shawnee explained still stroking his member as I prepared my camera head mount.

"Stage name?"

"Yeah, don't you know nothing Andre? You can't use your real name when you make fuck movies."

"Why?"

"Shut up." The nature of their symbiotic relationship had a urban John Steinbeck, "Of Mice and Men" aesthetic to it recasting them as modern versions of characters George and Lenny from that seminal novel of my formative years.

"Don't worry Andre; I'll pay you."

"You gonna give me a hundred dollars to fuck Shawnee?"

"Yeah sure man; I'll make sure you get paid more than that if you sign a modeling release." Shawnee did not look pleased in the least.

"You trying to be slick, ain't you?"

"What?"

"YOU AIN'T GONNA HAVE ANDRE FUCKING THAT OTHER BITCH!!" The panic in her voice was real behind the forced urban bravado. Her digits tightened up around his member as Andre glanced over silently panicked.

"Of course not Shawnee; but you guys are just friends with benefits, right?" I was still filming with my camera on the table facing her.

Shawnee snickered nervously realizing what was being asked of her. I had no intention of pimping her obvious boyfriend out to Chi Town Thunda but thought it was fucked up that she was making all the rules. I was just having a bit of fun with Shawnee because of her boorish attitude the whole time I was in her place. Part of me was still butt hurt due to the drubbing I'd received earlier from Renee Kelly and friends.

"Bae, we can make money doing this, right?"

"I make money, okay?!!"

"But I can't do it too, huh?" He didn't sound angry or offended, only inquisitive. Shawnee glared at me for opening Pandora's box. I knew I had to interject, or I might wind up losing Ms. WTF.

"Andre, how about an audition with Shawnee, here?"

"Uhm yeah, sure."

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He was affable enough to help me move the coffee table out into the corridor before retrieving some comforters from Shawnee's bedroom which he apparently shared half the week. I wanted to get a shoot under my belt and do a good chunk of business before real life intruded again. I explained that I would set up a page for him on the pay site that I was currently fazing out of at Renee's instruction.

Andre didn't seem all that computer savvy only asking about the money he could make. I offered him a hundred in the end, but he didn't have a cash card which made it excruciatingly essential that I set up a page at this point. It was gonna be work getting this guy up to date in the twenty-first century.

"Why're you moving my furniture around?!!" Shawnee asked, still reclining on the couch in lazy, stoner fashion.

"ALL ASS." I answered back making her chuckle.

Seriously, I wanted to frame her beyond humongous derriere properly. I'd gone back and looked at some of the previous footage finding a good portion of it, unusable. This time I would be able to focus because now I had a stunt cock to take my place. Shawnee was accommodating enough to get up on her knees pointing her enormous magenta covered ass in our faces. I found myself wondering how she'd found sweats big enough to fit her lower half. Her shape was decidedly an uber pear shape, the most extreme bottom heavy woman I'd ever seen. I noticed that Shawnee had some well defined claves and ankles not typical of somebody her size.

"What're you looking at?"

"Your calf, its uh, not what I expected." I regretted answering the moment the words let my lips as she glanced back at me.

"Expecting me to have some fucking elephant legs or something? I got it together, got checked by doctors for that lipedema shit after watching Doctor Oz reruns. But I'm just a fat Puerto Rican bitch with steatopygia."

"What's that bae?" Andre sounded concerned.

"ALL THIS ASS DUMMY!!" Shawnee scolded.

"Don't listen to her, it's just a medical term for women with huge asses; that's all it means, okay?" He looked genuinely confused at the term. I was starting to wonder if he had even the slightest bit of a backbone as Shawnee resumed her position on the couch.

It was liberating having Andre there to work with Shawnee instead of having to navigate a shoot while simultaneously getting my rocks off. There was no doubt I loved what I was doing as well as pounding these huge asses. Lately I really had esteemed baby mamma number two to thank for my good fortune, but a ton of collateral damage came with our association. After today, I was determined to become master of my own destiny.

I chaffed internally realizing that I was thinking along the same lines as the conversation I'd had with Renee a day prior. Along with Rashida Sikes, they maintained an advantage on my money making ability. I'd already shot a few women for my amateur site, but they were literally the next level. I knew I'd have to become autonomous after this afternoon.

"Hey Andre, come check it out." He'd been standing off to the side patiently watching me lining up a shot of his undeclared girlfriend's humongous butt.

"Uhm, okay." He walked over looking at the shot on my screen, immediately grinning his approval.

"What is it; what're you two looking at?" She held her pose probably not out of any professionalism, but out of boredom.

"ALL ASS, Shawnee; hell, I gotta admit I should've left your nickname intact, but it works out so that we can pursue our own interests. Andre, tell her what you see." He looked at me grinning like we were doing something sneaky.

"It looks like a giant heart; it's perfect bae."

Shawnee's positioning with her knees pushed together, back arched with elbows resting on top of the loveseat created this perfect illusion that I managed to capture. Those magenta sweat pants were extra-large, but still tight across her planetary expanse. I liked the fuzzy texture of her clothing which threw the proceedings visually into Dr. Seuss levels of sheer absurdity as Shawnee decided to give us a pop of her hips. This gradually became a twerking cadence that ratcheted up in intensity causing those fuzzy sweats to slide down revealing her enormous derriere in grand fashion.

"KEEP THAT UP, IT'S PERFECT!!" I shouted encouragement.

She went into overdrive bucking her hips wildly until everything was revealed. The sight of her massive badonkadunk was astounding, but sexually insane in person with each cheek matching the size of my chest individually and collectively. If Andre weren't present, I would've pounced on her already. Today was all about business as I was already editing the upcoming clip in my mind.

I liked the individuality of each cheeks and Shawnee's distinctive way of clapping which made those cheeks rotate in circular fashion against one another. Her puffy peach was readily visible, situated at the bottom cuff of her enormous buttocks.

"YOU GOT IT GIRL, KEEP DOING THAT SHIT!! DAMN BAE, THAT SHIT IS FUCKING AWESOME!!" Besides being Shawnee's FWB, he also functioned as a booster propping up her ego. She went with it providing more insight into their dynamic.

"Cool, uh do it one more time." I had Shawnee repeat that shot three more times before she started grumbling.

"So, I'm just shaking my fucking ass all day?!!"

"No, but I would like to do some other parlor tricks unless you're dying to get railed by your FWB. I mean its really up to him after all because he's new to this."

"New to fucking?!! I broke him in, took his first time!!" Shawnee bragged again.

"Really; is that true Andre?"

"Uhm, we both did it together our first times. Yeah, I uh, blew my first load just from seeing that ass, it happened a couple of times before we really got down to it. It was hard at first, kinda like sticking your dick in a thimble but she got all that meat in the back to make up for it."

"ANDRE SHUT UP!!"

"Sorry." This was a point of contention for Ms. Thompson I knew beforehand because I'd been with her as well.

Shawnee had a shallow pussy which her voluminous cheeks enhanced. Even being supposedly average, I'd bottomed out inside her narrow walls. It was a frustrating lesson in benign design to keep her honest. I believed the accounts of her proportions eliciting instantaneous ejaculations nearly climaxing myself the first time I beheld it. I didn't know about Andre beforehand, and I didn't feel guilty now.

She continued the petulant atmosphere as we messed around with a few sight gags including wedging things in her cavernous rear cleavage for size comparisons including a can of Glade and a cylinder of Pringles potato chips before Andre ended the cycle by wedging his third leg between the cheeks.

"It's okay to start, right?" I was surprised when he asked.

Up until this point, we were just shooting random stuff and also I considered Andre her boyfriend. I just nodded realizing I hadn't noticed this guy's nudity the whole time.

He started fast right off the bat with his monstrous member wedged into her rear cleavage. The brother was so abnormally endowed that he was easily able to get a savage bit of frottage going no problem. I'd resorted to pushing into Shawnee's rear vertically during my hookup with her out of desperation and necessity. This guy was made for Ms. WTF's massive buttocks. From the camera's view, it looked like two cartoonishly huge body parts going at it sort of like a massive titty fuck. I captured the audible wet smack of his pelvis slapping into her jiggly cheeks. The motion ripples reverberated across her wide expanse as she moaned loudly.

"MMMMM-GET IT!! GET IT AAAWWWNNN-DREEEE!! FUCK THEM CHEEKS NIGGAAAAA!!" The shrill, whining nature of her passionate overtures added to the atmosphere.

"I'M FUKKKIN, FUH, FUUUUHHH KIN THESE BIG ASS CHEEKS, BAE!!" He was arching his hips in a wide arc up into that cleavage really putting his back into it this time. I made sure to frame there coupling allowing future viewers a perfect view of the gigantic heart that was Shawnee's derriere.

"¡¡VAMOS BEBÉ, FOLLA MIS GRANDES MEJILLAS DE CULO!! FOLLARLOS BIEN!! HACER FOLLAR EN ESE CULO GRANDE BONITO NEGRO!! ¡¡HÚMAME, HAZ UN FOLLADO LISO!!" The blistering heat of the moment provided Shawnee an opportunity to remind me that she was, indeed, Puerto Rican.

"AWWWW BAAAEEE!! AWWWW BAAAA-BEEEE!!" I was capturing the proceedings with a tight shot.

Andre used his huge hands to mash her pillow sized cheeks tight around his member. This provided the interesting visual of his equally enormous cock rising from her tight cleavage like some obscene submarine periscope. The loose skin on his cock was stretched taut revealing the reddened, purplish head of his crown like a fleshy spear. At this point, both of them were going into the final lap, the point of no return.

"COME ON BABY!! DO IT!! DO IT!! DO IT!! DO IT!! DO IT!! DO IT!! ¡¡HÚMAME, HAZ UN FOLLADO LISO!!" Shawnee's shrill pleading overtures had the desire effect as Andre went into overdrive smashing her cheeks so hard that it looked like the effect was causing my camera to shake. It looked like an earthquake was spontaneously occurring.

"AWWWWW YEEEAAAHHHH BAE!! AWWWW YEEAAAHHHH!! OOOOOHHHHHH BAAAAAEEEEE!!" He was huffing, almost completely gassed from the exertion as his huge cock went into a blurred series of stabbing motions before stopping on a dime. More than a third was exposed high above her shuddering cheeks as he went still, unmoving. It looked like a time stop as I wondered what happened.

"SHIT!!" I yelled as a thick, explosive burst of semen spewed from the strained head of his cock.

Two more bursts followed raining down on Shawnee's enormous, backside. He was wedging her cheeks around his cock with all his might. Luckily, I kept the shot focused on his member as a thick gluey deluge of ejaculate bubbled out of the head of his cock running down the vein covered shaft in three oozing streams pooling in her deep gluteal cleft. Andre was still motionless, mouth agape as Shawnee chuckled content in her hold over him.

Andre was visibly trembling as he released her cheeks allowing them to jiggle and flop partially open. I got a shot of her half opened crack as his spunk drizzled down coating her peachy cunt. Shawnee's face was glib, her rounded cheeks flushed. She was looking me right in the eye, but her gaze dipped low to the tent I was sporting.

"Your girl ain't got nothing on me, chico de casa."

"You think?"

"I know baby; you just signed her death certificate man." Shawnee sounded sure of herself, smiling at the thought of overshadowing Chi Town Thunda.

"Damn, that was good. Uh, did I do okay?" Andre found his voice.

"You did great man, perfect actually. Wanna do some more scenes?" I offered making Shawnee perk up, brow furrowing.

"YOU MEAN, WITH ME RIGHT?!!"

"Who else Shawnee?"

"No me jodas, negro; Andre es mi propiedad personal. ¡¡La polla me pertenece exclusivamente tonto!! ¡No lo tuerzas!" it sounded like a warning, or a threat.

"I don't speak Spanish, Shawnee." I was still filming the aftermath of their coupling in wide shot this time ignoring the aggressive tone of her voice. The shelf like nature of her ass bent over added to the visual with his thick oozing seed everywhere even on her exposed lower back.

"You want me to spell it out for you?" Andre went to the bathroom dutifully returning with a hot towel cleaning her up. This guy was intently focused as I filmed him wiping her clean while Shawnee glared at me.

"Not particularly."

"Andre, go down to the corner store and get me some beer." He looked conflicted at the order staring at me worried. I didn't think he knew I'd hooked up with Shawnee before. This worried me because he was obviously smitten with her.

"I'll walk over there with you man." I wanted to be reassuring.

"No, he don't need no escort; he's a big boy. ¡¡ANDRE, HAZ LO QUE TE DIJE Y PRISA!!" Shawnee exerted her will.

"Sure, got it bae."

My heart sank as he sullenly dressed with expediency somewhat averting his eyes from either one of us before stalking off like some dejected step child. He pulled the door up behind himself, but his strength caused a heavy wooden echo as it slammed shut. I looked from the door to Shawnee finding that she'd been eyeing me the whole time.

"I don't want him fucking that black ass bitch you got hid somewhere." The growling aggression in her voice spoke to the raw emotion roiling around in her chest.

"I figured as much."

"Andre and me, we got ourselves an arrangement and you ain't fucking that shit up!! Now, I'll do what you want with this porno crap because I like money, but don't get it twisted. Fuck with me and I'll let you meet my cousins! They're OG Kings if you get my drift!!"

I folded my arms as she threatened me, making me reconsider things. Shawnee Thompson was decidedly gang affiliated validating my thoughts of the area she lived in upon our fist meeting. It was a predominantly black area presided over by a different gang, the one she mentioned controlled more of the area bordering downtown and the west side of the city.

"I'm supposed to thank you for that, right?"

"Hey man, remember when you got these cheeks last time you were here? Remember how you were giving that girl the fucking business while I was bent over in front of you, huh?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"What's her name?"

"Why?"

"What's her fucking name, papi?"

"Yoli."

"Well Andre, he's my motherfucking Yoli. I know what I'm doing and why I'm fucking doing it! He's gotta pay his dues and you ain't getting in the way of it with that black ass hood rat!!"

Shawnee's words put things in perspective as I watched her sit upright on her loveseat glancing at the coffee table. Her tacit analogy of Andre gave me disturbing thoughts of my cousin Jaquan even though this guy seemed utterly timid and complacent despite her treatment of him.

"Okay, can we do business or not?"

"What do you think we're doing right now?" Shawnee reached into my camera bag out of the blue finding the condom she'd been looking for. Her pudgy fingers ripped open the gold packet as she raised an eyebrow at me.

"Aw fuck." There was no doubt I was going to be a bastard.

"He know the deal; Andre ain't coming back until I tell him to." Shawnee admitted revealing her request for beer to be little more than some street code between them. A verbal sock on the door as I walked over to her exposing myself.

Shawnee's tongue snaked out tickling the head of my cock for a few seconds before it was slurped deep into her mouth. My body responded immediately becoming rock hard in her gullet as I pushed further knowing she wouldn't have a problem with my girth with Andre as a regular partner. I palmed the back of her head until all of me was gone from view.

Shawnee surprised me by withdrawing with frothy saliva bubbling up on her lips. She methodically rolled the condom onto my cock roughly using both hands. Her pudgy fingers stroked me for a few seconds before she went down on me again breaking contact even quicker as she started to get up from the love seat.

"Help me out."

She offered both hands laboriously kneeling in front of me with some effort. We'd already moved her coffee table out into the adjacent hall leaving a big enough space between her dueling love seats. Shawnee snatched some bedding off the couch, patting out a pallet on the living room floor. Watching her made me feel guilty for a few seconds before I thought of pounding that massive butt from the back. She surprised me by laying on her back instead looking up at the ceiling.