Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 02

There was this huge living mountain of flesh lying before me bottomless. Shawnee chuckled looking up at my disappointed face. She knew what I wanted but opted to lay on her back chuckling.

"Hey, I'm gonna show you something." She squirmed around on her back until she could roll her fuzzy magenta sweat top up revealing her big, sloping belly in all its watery glory. I was puzzled remembering her reluctance to get fully nude last time.

"What?"

"Just watch."

Shawnee pushed her thick oversized gams together pressing the feet together uniformly before raising them together pointing at the ceiling. This seemed to involve considerable physical effort on her part as she grabbed the back of her knees gasping from the exertion. I was about to comment when Shawnee started up again getting her legs level with her torso. She gradually calmed down, controlling her breathing before parting them a bit at her sides.

"Oh shit." Shawnee shifted locking her arms around the back of her lower thighs making her opening plain and visible, her gigantic ass flaring out underneath.

"HUH, HURRY UP AND FUCK ME QUICK!!" Shawnee gasped feeling every bit of it.

Two thirds of my cock bottomed out inside her shallow cunt giving me one hell of a stinger, but I persevered. All guilt flowed right out of me as I pounded her tiny pussy to mush while she remined stoically quiet, wholly concentrating on maintaining the awkward position.

The feeling was incredible as my balls slapped tantalizingly into the bottom of her massive butt cheeks. It was odd, but horizontally, my member was cradled on either side by these redbone cheeks like some hot dog in this position. That nick name of hers was making more sense by the moment. Ms. WTF was an ASS MAN'S dream and nightmare come true simultaneously.

"AAAAHHHHH!! AWWWW SHIT!!" I yanked my cock out leaving the condom behind spurting a considerable amount of cum on her muff and slit. The vestiges of my spunk rained on her darkened inner thighs as I leaned over in a pushup position against her captured legs.

"Like that shit, payaso?"

"I can't believe I was mad you were laying on your back."

"A real woman knows how to make it good from any position; usually I do this for anal, but Andre be losing his shit all the time. Fucking hurts if you get my drift?"

"Too much information, but I'd like to film that sometime."

"Of course, why'd you think I showed you?" Her puffy labia was sandwiching my cock as diligently as her voluptuous ass cheeks. I was humping them back to full hardness.

Shawnee went quiet enjoying the sensation while demonstrating some addition athleticism parting her legs allowing them to rest on either side of mine. I stole handfuls of her love handles working myself into a frenzy for the next ten or twenty minutes until I managed a second load completely soiling her cooch and inner thighs. She surprised me by reaching down for a handful of my spunk before slurping it between her lips. I watched somewhat addled at the sight before cleaning up the evidence of our hookup. Shawnee diddled herself to an additional climax while I filmed revealing a prominent clit I failed to notice before.

"Don't feel guilty about Andre; he knows what we're doing."

"I take the fifth, but I needed that Shawnee; its been a fucked up day for me up to this point."

"Wanna another blowjob?"

Shawnee flinched a little when I went to roll her fuzzy hoodie up along with the cotton tank she preferred wearing to hide her non-existent chest, but eventually allowed me to raise it up folding it behind her neck. Despite barely having even the hint of boobs, her nipples were really thick and erect. I mounted her chest legs spread wide because of her size and pushed forward into her mouth. She went with it allowing me to basically hump her face, eventually fucking away at it.

On every outward stroke, she'd suck as hard as possible going slack when I plunged inward. Now knowing her gag reflex was a myth, I got a good rhythm going popping my hips. Her tongue would tickle and slather saliva all over my balls until I was bothered enough to press one into her mouth. This went on for a good twelve minutes before my inner thighs tightened up.

"I'M GONNA CUM, DON'T MOVE!!" I blurted out retracting my cock from her mouth as her chubby cheeks inverted, vacuum sucking. My eyes were watering from the sensation alone as I cleared her lips with a wet, sticky drooling pop.

My cock was resting flat on what would've been her cleavage if she had even a hint. I squatted open legged over her torso sliding my slimy prick on her breast bone leaking copious amounts of precum all over her chest. I made a play for her arms a few times before capturing her chubby hands directing Shawnee to interlock her fingers over the top of my tumescence. She followed suite pressing me hard into her doughy torso as I leaned forward into a pushup position again.

"DON'T LET IT SLIP OUT, PRESS IT DOWN REAL TIGHT SO I CAN CUM!!" Shawnee managed to press down even tighter locking my cock against her porous upper body.

I began bucking my hips wildly, almost twerking on her chest running my cock along her flat chest while my balls slid on her belly. It felt really good as Shawnee added her own twist to the proceedings by sticking her tongue out slathering saliva on my abdomen as I began to crest, arms and legs quivering.

"OOOHHHHH SHIT!! KEEP IT UP!! KEEP IT UP BABY!!" Shawnee ever sexually adept, was already sliding her gooey fingers along my thickening girth. I could feel the spunk being forced out of my crown.

I whined shrilly as the head of my cock dilated ejaculating a sustained milky strand of cum from the head. The underside of her chin and upper torso was glazed over with everything that followed before I leaned to the side on a knee jerking the rest onto the upper swell of her sloping belly. Shawnee went with it rubbing my spunk all over her body, licking some from her fingers. It was a given that she'd clean me off with one long sustained vacuum suck before I relented, heart thumping. I'd been wearing my head band mounted cam the whole time and didn't even realize it.

"Where'd you get that shit from?" Shawnee asked chuckling.

"Just popped into my head; now you can't say you've never been tit fucked. That shit felt fucking good, definitely Ms. WTF, for real Shawnee." She chuckled facepalming having come down a little from whatever she was high off.

"You fucking crazy."

"Sure, think you'd be up to doing what we just did with Andre?" Her eyes went wide realizing he still hadn't returned yet.

"Fuck, help me up; that idiot still waiting around outside!"

I managed to pull Shawnee to her feet with some effort. She was a good five six in height, criminally wide and outrageously bottom heavy. She snapped up her phone texting wildly as I delivered loud slap to her rear. Her mood was lighter as she retaliated by pinching my own nude bottom. It was one of those pinches girls do to punish you were her nails get a little piece of the butt in pincer fashion. I winced still grabbing a handful of her butt anyway as she turned to me.

"Alright he's on his way back; you guys put my fucking furniture back. I gotta shower after both of you fuckers been all up in my fat ass." She instructed breezily grabbing her discarded sweats.

"I ain't gonna lie; I wanna fuck you one time for a whole goddamn day." My hand was still on her huge butt.

"Stay on my good side and we'll talk about it." She gave my cock a squeeze before comically waddling into the nearby bathroom adjacent to the alcove behind her apartment door. Both of us had done a job on Shawnee. She paused inside the open door hunched over managing to pull my used condom from between her massive thighs.

"Sorry."

Shawnee smiled raising a middle finger slamming the door in my face. I shrugged making myself decent picking up her living room. Andre showed up twenty minutes later with a paper bag full of soda, assorted snacks, and the aforementioned beer. He'd taken the time during our tryst to get some local takeout. The innocuous look on his face did nothing to alleviate the waves of guilt suddenly washing over my psyche. This guy was a willing cuckhold of sorts, but I did wonder about Shawnee's description of him as her Yoli.

"Hey, you didn't have to do that; I 'll pick up the living room."

"No, its cool; help me get the table back in here." He stared at me for a second before glancing towards the closed bathroom door where Shawnee was presently showering. There was a flash of emotion in his eyes that I forced myself to ignore.

"Uhm, yeah; so you guys finished filming and stuff?" My mind went blank for a second.

"Yeah, just gonna do some editing and uploading before I go." I answered measuring my words.

"That's great man, it's so cool how you're a movie maker and everything." It sounded like he was searching for something to say.

Now I felt like crap about to apologize when the bathroom door opened with visible steam issuing forth from it as Shawnee stood there looking at her reflection in the mirror over her sink. She'd traded her fuzzy sweat suit for a XXL night dress. It was navy blue bearing the Chicago Bears mascot on the chest. Her enormous derriere made the material ride up exposing her thighs from a side view. She causally noticed us looking with a soft smile.

"PUT MY COFFEE TABLE BACK!!" Shawnee chuckled. She liked being the center of attention and surreptitiously enjoyed the fact that she'd slept with both of us in one day. I could tell form the look on her face and it made me feel a little stupid.

We got the table back into the living room making things familiar for our host as I got down to editing while Andre and Shawnee dined. I waved off joining them feeling guilty about the nasty sex I'd had with my Ms. WTF. I updated her site page with the scenes with Andre, happy that her face wasn't visible in any of them. I wanted her full reveal to come on my new website. I was confident that I'd stoked a competitive fire between my two stars without them even meeting as yet.

Shawnee's page was identified with a static number and didn't have the number of views it probably should've outside of the scenes linked to my very active page. She got on my nerves today, but I took this online shortcoming as a slight because of my pride. I changed the heading on her page replacing #3609971BB with the aptly titled "ALL ASS".

"Oh, you think you funny, huh?" Shawnee looked over my shoulder at the laptop screen.

"You don't like making money?"

"Alright whatever, I been making some good change on those clips today." Andre sat there with a cardboard container of hot wings in his lap drinking soda watching television. It was some online show with a masked guy and a weird looking alien baby that was obviously a puppet. He perked up turning to me with a question.

"Are you gonna make me a page on that site, too?" I was a deer caught in the headlights looking up at Shawnee.

Before I could formulate an answer, a phone started ringing from the other side of the love seat Andre was sitting on. He looked spooked staring at my face before looking to Shawnee. It was sort of a kid in trouble expression that puzzled me. Andre didn't move still looking at his girlfriend for a few more seconds and I could swear that he gulped.

"ANSWER IT FOOL AND DON'T YOU GO NOWHERE!!" Shawnee snarled.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward as Andre put his meal slowly on the coffee table like it would blow up in his face. He never took his eyes off us as he leaned over retrieving a ratty looking backpack and the android phone inside. The sound of the phone permeated the cramped living room. Shawnee was standing at my side glaring at her beau, her breathing audible as he raised it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU ANDRE?!! IT'S FUCKING EIGHT IN THE EVENING AND YOU AIN'T HOME LIKE YOU SAID YOU'D BE, NIGGA!!" An unseen female's voice emanated from the phone in stereo loudness. I wondered if Andre meant to answer it in this manner.

"I'm just hanging out." He replied meekly.

"HANGING OUT?!! THAT WHAT YOU DOING IDIOT, OR ARE YOU DOING SOMETHING ELSE?!!"

"Uhm no, well I-I'm just kicking it Stacey." There was a long pregnant pause after this accompanied by the sounds of multiple children playing and roughhousing in the background. I could also hear a television playing some sort of game and other muted voices. Wherever this woman Stacey was calling from, was a full house.

"WELL, ARE YOU COMING HOME TO TAKE CARE OF THESE KIDS?!!"

"Uhm, yeah?" He glanced out the corner of his eye at Shawnee probably failing to realize he'd answered Stacey's question with a question. The tall muscular simpleton probably also failed to realize he was shaking his head in time with each syllable spoken by Stacey.

"GET YOUR ASS UP AND GET HOME; AND YOU BET NOT BE HANGING OUT WITH THAT SLOPPY ASS THOT EITHER!!" Andre wisely clicked off the call as I was given the impression that Stacey wasn't finished running either him or Shawnee down.

"Uhm, I-gotta leave...sorry bae."

Shawnee's meal suddenly crashed into his face raining hot links, wings, and fries all over the couch around him. Andre scrambled to his feet quickly sliding around with his backpack as she snatched up a beer can flinging it at him, It hit a glancing blow off his left shoulder ricocheting into the adjacent corridor with a heavy thud as he bolted. An object fell from his backpack as he ran down the stairs.

"THAT STANKY HOE KNOW HOW TO FIND ME IF SHE WANT THESE HANDS!!" Shawnee yelled after him as I leaned over finding a tattered sketchbook on the carpet.

"Gimme that shit." Shawnee snatched the sketchbook from my hands attempting to rip it in two, but I took it back.

"I'll catch him and get this back." I stammered noticing her wringing her hands, teeth gritted.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!"

I ran down the short stairwell from her apartment building outside to the empty pavement. It looked like Andre got out of there with the quickness, but I noticed him half a block away yelling after him as I ran further. He was moving at a good clip before looking over his shoulder prompted by my yelling. I was gassed as he ran back seeing what I wanted. I handed the sketchbook to Andre still hunched over catching my breath.

"Thanks." Andre replied meekly looking ashamed.

"You're welcome, but I gotta ask even though its none of my business man; who's that on the phone?"

"Aw man, that's just my wife."

"HUH?!!"

"Yeah well I gotta go now because she's gonna be mad if I'm any more late. It was cool making movies today; hope I get another chance though." I didn't know what to make of things, but I was curious to his situation.

I took out a pen motioning for his sketchbook. I found a page writing the email address for the host site there along with Shawnee's page info. I also included my number as he stared blankly. This guy seemed perpetually addled but now the forlorn look in his eyes spoke of an immeasurable weight on his shoulders. The man was a human shuttlecock in my opinion.

"Uhm, can I ask you something?"

"I guess."

"You fucked her, right?" There was a long pause as we stared at one another.

"You really married?"

"Yup." Andre answered walking away sullen.

He was crestfallen leaving me affected as I walked back to his "girlfriend's" building unsure of what I'd find when I got there. I was already regretting scribbling my number in his sketchbook, but figured he'd call if he had trouble setting up an online page. I honestly wanted to give something back, but Shawnee's words came back to me as I entered the building walking up to her apartment door. Thankfully, the door was unlocked allowing me to gain entrance and access to my stuff. Shawnee was sitting on her loveseat taking a hit from her hookah.

"You find him?"

"Yeah, I found him."

"Give him that stupid sketch book?"

"Yeah." Shawnee took another big hit from the hookah watching a Dave Chapelle concert on her television. I noticed the food scattered all over the loveseat where Andre formerly sat. I looked over at my Ms. WTF casually watching her program falsely acting like she hadn't a care in the world.

"Wanna fuck?"

"Next time, I gotta go Shawnee; we good?"

"That's up to you." The glib expression on her face faded away leaving something akin to the truth hidden deep within her core.

I nodded methodically putting away my things as Dave Chapelle went through his routine. The guy was comedically brilliant in this special but neither of us were laughing. It was perplexing trying to figure out Shawnee Thompson's connection to Andre who had been revealed as a married man. She took a few more hits from the hookah before looking at the face of her phone texting away.

She'd put on some magenta colored socks in my absence signifying it as her preferred color. I dialed up a car wanting to go back to my cousin's house. There were no messages from Rashida Sikes or Renee Kelly. I wandered if they were done with me.

Maybe Ms. WTF was destined to become a solo act on my new website once it was completed.

I dialed up a car opting to wait out front instead of wading around in the thick tension permeating Shawnee's home. Her eyes followed me to the front door, but she remained calm in her perch, just watching. I stared at her taking it all in from the top of her head to those cheap fuzzy socks on her tiny feet. Her expression had become somber by the time I was inside my ride on the way home. A mile away my phone rang. I answered it without looking at the face.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Yoli; haven't heard from you in a while."

"That's not true, its only been a day." I replied soberly. The thought of hanging up in her face presented itself as she continued.

"Well it feels like forever and I was just checking up on you."

"I'm good." I cut her off.

"Don't hang up, I just wanna be on the phone with you for a little while. Can't we talk or do you really hate me now?" Yoli sounded shaky, almost like she'd been crying.

"What's wrong Yoli?"

"I just wanna know you don't hate me." I took a long deep breathe audibly which I'm sure she could hear.

"What's wrong with you; why're you calling me up saying shit like this?" Her whimpering ratcheted up a bit worrying me that more drama was incoming. That was the last thing I wanted tonight.

"Hey, I fucked up because I had sex with Renee. I fucked it up even more by sleeping with her man, Jaquan and I know how much it hurt you to see us doing it. You looked so bad that it hurt my heart and I'm so fucking sorry for doing that to you. I want us to be... I wanted, uhm your forgiveness, but that's stupid too. I'm guess I'm a slut."

"So what do you want from me?"

"I was just hoping we could talk is all; been feeling really lonely and I got stuff going on. I'm trying to get myself together, but all I see is your face looking sad." My heart was racing, nostrils flaring from the weepy sound of her voice.

"You want me to make you feel better, huh bitch? Is that what you want?"

"No, I want to make you feel good."

"Huh?"

"All I have to offer is myself, my body and you can do whatever you want. You can do anything with me, I told you this; but you haven't called." I facepalmed realizing what she meant.

"Yoli?"

"Yeah?"

"Bye." I ended the call as my car pulled up outside Jaquan's house.

I stood in front of his house replaying Yoli's call in my head over and over again telling myself I'd done the right thing. The woman was a irredeemable reprobate with nothing to offer but her tall, lanky figure and deceptively wide hips. I found myself staring at the spot on the front lawn where I'd been sitting that day after finding Yoli getting her back blown out by my cousin.