Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 03

"Yes mother."

"Love you son." She admitted.

"I miss you, mom."

"Why don't you call up your father; I'm sure he'd like to hang out with you." She meant well.

"Sure."

Mom had to know I wasn't calling up my dad; she knew he was more akin to Jaquan in boorish midlife crisis fashion. Honestly, her bringing him up reminded me of the very first girl I'd ever filmed, Erica Walton. I wondered if she were still making her mother's life a living hell.

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Around midafternoon, I finagled a meeting with Shawnee hoping to make my case. Her views were skyrocketing throughout the day giving me hope that I'd be able to steer her in the desired direction. I was still sore from the sexual dress down I'd received but resolved to push forward with my plans. I wanted to see things through to completion if nothing else. I was surprised to see Shawnee outside her building on the stoop below her apartment window.

"What happened to you?" Shawnee chuckled at my pigeon toed walk from my rented ride.

"I take the fifth; have you thought about what we talked about?" I leaned against the wall supporting my weight on one hand. I resisted the urge to grab my junk in front of her. Shawnee was observant to a fault.

"You don't like how I dress?"

"That's got nothing to do with it Shawnee; it's all about promotion. I know you've seen your views today, right?"

"YOU DO THIS TO THAT OTHER BITCH?!!" She blurted out emotionally raw.

"Oh yeah, you have no idea, girl." I remained calm controlling my tone. There was no way I was getting caught up in her wake.

"Really?"

"Yeah, think you're the only one with hang ups? Chi Town Thunda almost made me quit doing this shit; Rashida was giving me the business because she thought I was a pervert. Her fucking attitude was making me so hypersensitive that I was praying her clips would flop, but they didn't. Now, I'm on the hook because I've gotta deliver and she ain't gonna make it no easier for me, either."

"Why don't you just fuck her." The comment was meant to be playfully boorish.

"Been there, done that; so what're we doing?" Shawnee chuckled slapping her knee.

"Laugh later, you got the shit or not?"

"Alright man come on inside; don't say I didn't warn you. I look like a fucking humpty dumpty type bitch."

"Yeah in the shit you got on right now, bitch." I slapped her humongous ass making it jiggle through the baggy sweats she was wearing. Shawnee responded by grabbing a handful of my already sore crotch. I doubled over making her giggle even more.

"Damn, what the fuck you been doing?"

"I-TAKE-THE-FIFTH-ASSHOLE!!" Shawnee burst into laughter holding the door as I hobbled into her apartment finding it uncharacteristically clean. I was heartened to find a pile of clothes on one of the dual love seats as she expectedly switched on her flat screen television. I took a seat next to the clothes as she channel surfed.

"So, what now?"

"Strip, take everything off right now." I wasn't even gonna waste time.

"You don't look ready for this." She chuckled.

"I'm sitting this one out baby; this is ah, pretty much a costume fitting. Just take all of your shit off and toss it over here in front of me." I shifted about in my seat trying to get comfortable while she hesitated watching me with a mischievous grin.

"You've gotta tell me what happened."

"No I don't." Shawnee was wearing XXL sized clothing, a billowy white t-shirt, charlotte hornets jersey and these light blue sweats that were so big, it looked like a blanket was wrapped about each leg. She was a messy pile of clothing and I wanted a sustained look at her body this afternoon.

"I'm gonna keep asking." She peeled off the jersey tossing at my face. I batted it away onto the rug at my left side.

"I know."

I figured she'd lose the white t-shirt, but the sweats followed instead. It was comical watching Shawnee do this running in place motion until the cheap sweats were free of her legs. Instead of bending over to pick them up, Shawnee did this goofy looking kick that missed by a mile.

"Can't bend over and pick them up?" I taunted earning a middle finger.

Shawnee took two steps forward then purposely turned her back to me. That t-shirt rode up as she bent over giving me the mother of all moons with her beyond massive badonkadunk. It was the first time I didn't have a reaction to the sight, just taking in her mountainous cheeks with an undercuff so defined, there was a little shadow where her thighs connected. Those iconic cheeks were mashed together with an undefined diamond shaped negative space between her legs. I couldn't see any underwear.

"You're not wearing any panties?" Shawnee groaned using her nearby entertainment center to right herself.

"How much you wanna bet I'm not?" The sweats hit me in the chest.

"Shut up and lose the shirt."

She grabbed the hem of her shirt looking a bit anxious before peeling off the garment but held it in front of her body instead of tossing it over. I didn't push at this point, instead going through the pile of clothes on the love seat beside me until I found some light blue harem pants. It seemed the easy route to go tossing the pants to Shawnee. Predictably she dropped the shirt to catch the pants giving me a view of her in her underwear.

"Oh, so you are wearing panties." This was indicated by a patch of gray cotton material covering her muff.

The dual strings at her sides were tied into a neat bow reminding me of an earlier conversation during our inaugural meeting. A matching gray sports bra covered her non-existent breasts in ceremonial fashion. Shawnee stood there feeling the burn apparently, with hands on her overly wide hips. Sans the copious layers of clothing, she was the epitome of a pear shaped woman from narrow shoulders, too wide hips to the perfect inverted triangle of her covered sex.

There was a symmetry to her figure, a natural form suited for the weight she was carrying around. I'd never admit it, but sans a good hundred fifty pounds, Rashida Sikes would still be dwarfed by her enormous derriere. The difference maker was her legs which could be classified as human sized drumsticks on the shapely side with damn near perfect calves and feet.

"Having fun?" I smirked at the cheap flip flops on her tiny looking feet.

"Put the fucking pants on, bitch."

"Yes sir Medium Dee."

"Mister D."

"Sounds stupid."

"PUT THEM PANTS ON!!" I growled at her insistence on making fun of my stage name.

Unknown to them, I'd already decided to dispense with the moniker for something new, but just couldn't figure what. Shawnee had less of a hard time stepping into the harem pants drawing them just above her perfectly round navel. They fit perfectly looking a thousand times better than the sloppy affair she draped about her body. Shawnee pushed out her sloping tummy hoping to discourage me, shoulders pushed back emphasizing what she thought were the unappealing portions of her anatomy.

"Those look perfect Shawnee; why don't you wear those instead of the slouchy shit?"

My star Ms. WTF smiled turning her back to me for effect. The harem pants still covered her Jurassic expanse perfectly giving those boulder cheeks some well needed definition. Shawnee bent over as if touching her toes giving a silent explanation of her plight. Her monstrous cheeks were freed as the material failed to follow her movements in spectacular fashion. Again I received a stupendous moon as Shawnee laughed her ass off.

"Now you know motherfucker."

"Alright and stop mooning me. It's not helping my situation over here." My balls were so sore.

"Come on man; did your girlfriend tap that ass too much, huh?"

"Not even, but FYI, she got nailed last night if it's any of your business. That's not why I'm hurting though." I rifled through the pile finding this white knee length tube dress. It wasn't the sort of thing I thought she'd wear imprinted with tiny roses, knee length. I looked at Shawnee who shrugged. I shrugged and tossed it to her.

"Seriously?"

"Lose the sports bra." Shawnee's brow furrowed as she slid the elastic material off one shoulder, then the other covering her mild breasts with a forearm. She instead tugged the bra down under her tits half turning to pull the dress over her chest.

"Alright, looks shitty, right?"

"No, I actually think it suites you, turn around."

Shawnee turned her back to me revealing an enticing view of her covered buttocks which stuck far from the small of her back, shelf like. The material of the dress rose a little higher in the back giving me a view of the back of her knees.

"I wish my balls weren't so swollen." I liked the view, and my junk approved as well.

"Oh yeah, what would you do?"

"You know what I'd do." I joked back with a smirk; Shawnee was full of shit.

"Show me." She dared thinking I wouldn't.

Shawnee chirped when my fingers pinched her huge bum, eventually palming it much to my chagrin. My overworked tumescence twitched to life, but I wasn't having it unfortunately. This didn't stop my appreciation of her zaftig proportions in the least. She seemed to expect different reaching backwards palming my crotch, laughing when I winced.

"You think that's funny, huh?"

"Yeah, kinda do." Her childish looking face got my ire, chubby cheeks, and all.

I wrapped my arms around her waist pressing into her deep butt despite the pain and irritation from the earlier milking I'd received. Shawnee went with it rocking a little bit on the underside of my shaft which was pointing vertically upwards to my belt line. I cupped her sex with four fingers rubbing and caressing her slit. Shawnee had a really puffy, fat cunt that I ached to pound while she continued grinding her huge cheeks into me.

"You gonna try to fuck with a broke dick, huh nigga?"

"No, I'm gonna make you cum all over yourself, we're gonna do some work and then I'm gonna bounce. I'm gonna fuck your brains out the next time I see you after that, and I'm gonna post that shit on my page."

"Oh yeah, show me." Shawnee challenged.

I gave her a long suckling kiss on her chubby left cheek raising her dress up getting four digits into her skin tight panties. The puffiness surrounding her slit provided a tight fit for my intruding fingers inside her shallow cunt.

Still, I managed to get inside up to my knuckles jilling Shawnee into soaking wetness. My pelvis pressed hard into her butt which was now becoming a part of my technique. My recent experiences were starting to inform my sexual being as I resolved to do to Shawnee, what Renee had done to me earlier in the morning.

"You talk shit about a medium dick , but you got a tiny pussy."

"Fuck you, my man likes it."

"I like it too baby; I like it a lot and I really am gonna fuck your brains out even if you gotta man. You lucky I got jerked off all morning, otherwise I'd be pounding your shallow cunt." Shawnee glanced over her shoulder with a wide grin letting me know I'd fucked up.

"Are you for real, serious? That's why you limping around, buck broke?"

"Shut up."

The tips of my finger curved up inside her finding a particular bumpy ridge of overly sensitive flesh which I intended to take advantage of in retaliation. Shawnee's thighs tightened around the offending hand, but that didn't stop my hyper aggressive frigging of her cunt.

Shawnee liked it enough capturing my wrist with both of her chubby hands but softening the grip as I continued. I chastely peppered her adjacent cheek with rabbit kisses unwilling to put anything in her mouth other than my cock. My other hand suddenly yanked her dress down exposing her bare breasts. Shawnee quickly covered up, slapping the offending hand.

"Leave them out."

"No, they're ugly." Shawnee replied desperately holding her dress up as I continued tugging at her frock from below. Her flattened, sort of flabby moobs were definitely her weakness.

"What'd I do with your tits the last time I was here?"

"They're ugly."

"Shawnee?" I blew into her ear before sucking on her earlobe finally snatching the flimsy material down exposing her chest. Her nipples were little bullet points begging for attention. Her eyes squinted shut as my thumb pressed and rolled one of the fleshy treats.

Her muff was lightly furred and soaked from my constant pumping fingers. I managed to detect her clit, mercilessly teasing it with my thumb until she squirmed. The jerky movements of her enormous butt did my pulsing cock no favors as she noticed. Shawnee seemed embarrassed that I was getting a reaction out of her with this silly smile forming on her juvenile features. She used her ham fists to free herself of my hand, wheezing from the stimulation. I covered both of her breasts, playing with her nipples pressing down on them.

"If you don't stop, I'm gonna break your dick some more."

"You don't wanna cum?"

"I don't want your girl coming after me."

"She ain't here; you scared to get off baby girl?" Shawnee half turned staring at my face incredulously. I tugged down on her dress a little further wrapping my arms around her waist.

"You crazy."

"Oh, so you don't want me to eat you; is that right Shawnee?" The look of surprise on her face was worth saying something so cringe.

She didn't stop me from slipping the dress over her head dropping it on the coffee table next to her omnipresent hookah. I considered Shawnee might be some sort of hoarder from all of the various Knick knacks and various urban oddities. A nudging glance from me got Shawnee to discard and toss her sports brassiere on top of her dress. We stared at one another for a moment before I snatched her into my body in a deep hug grabbing greedy handfuls of her ass. Shawnee rubbed a hand over my sore crotch prompting me to push away as she laughed.

Minutes later, I was prying apart her slit finding a prominent clit that I teased, tickled, and suckled making Shawnee moan in girlish fashion. I went at it voraciously making her squirm around on her favorite loveseat. I went sloppy slathering spit everywhere feasting on her peach. I alternated between this and using three fingers curved up into her special place. Shawnee used both of her hands spreading herself apart as I went at it even more. Somewhere along the line while jilling her cunt, I vacuum suckled her nipples sending her down a toe curling path to climax. Shawnee started slapping at her clit in short intervals, squirting wildly. I matched her slapping motions rhythmically teasing her special spot.

"Come on man, give me a little."

"Can't, hurts too much."

"I'll make you feel better, promise." Shawnee was lightly begging, face flushed crimson.

I used my middle finger twirling it around inside her getting an immediate reaction as she flopped about on the seat. Shawnee added a few fingers on her clit getting even more hot and bothered as I went back to her right breast sucking for all it was worth. She began whacking her plump thighs together eventually trapping my hand between her legs, my fingers in her snatch.

"Come on man, how about a few minutes?"

"I don't think so, take your orgasm like a good girl." Honestly, I was just riding it out seeing where the situation would go already feeling embarrassed. There was no doubt that Renee would shake her head disparagingly if she were present. Shawnee moaned flopping her legs vigorously around my wrist as I fingered the hell out of her.

"Serious, I'll suck it for you."

"Yeah?"

"I'll make it good, promise." Her knuckle brushed against my crotch a few times before her fingers got my zipper down. She got a few fingers inside rubbing my semi-erect shaft.

"You don't wanna wait for next time?"

"How about a sample?" I unbuckled exposing my sore endowment under her watchful eye. Shawnee took me easily enough allowing half of my tumescence inside. To her credit, Shawnee was soft using just her tongue with a light suction for a good ten minutes.

"Come get some of this."

"That's a sample too, Shawnee?" Her chubby fist was full of my pants, tugging them downward as I leaned over her body.

"Stop playing with me." She was chuckling but meant business using that fistful of the front of my jeans to get me between her legs.

"Shawnee."

"Just a little bit, you got me all horny." I shrugged pulling my pants down midthigh as Shawnee held her flower open with both hands.

Her pussy was puffy and richly pink inside below her prominent clit. My eyes watered a bit as I pushed the crown inside until half of myself was engulfed. Shawnee gasped squinting her eyes tight as I hovered above her on the loveseat with one foot on the floor. I let it rest there trying to acclimate to her steaming confines, but it was ultimately too much.

"Sorry, this ain't happening." I apologized.

"Really?" Her eyes opened wide as I nodded, defeated.

"Yeah, I'm fucked up downstairs." I withdrew but left my pants down because of my sore crotch.

Shawnee righted herself watching me pensively before getting up with a chuckle. My eyes followed Shawnee's hyper pear shaped figure, enormous cheeks bouncing as she left the living room. I could hear her messing around in the kitchen and some running water.

"Put this on your junk, stupid." She returned smiling with a large ice pack. It was one of those vintage reusable types that looked like a bag with a screw on cap.

"Thanks, now put this dress back on." The icepack felt heavenly on my crotch.

"Asshole."

"I really like that dress on you; don't know why you wanna hide in all of those fucking clothes because you have a great body Shawnee." I leaned back on my loveseat as she ruefully snatched the dress from the coffee table.

"Wanna hear a story about this fucking dress, nigga?"

"Yeah and stop calling me that." Shawnee ignored me carefully stepping into the dress beginning to pull it up her ridiculously wide hips, stopping when it covered her muff to glare at me like she wanted to fight.

"My old Tía Clarita bought me this for a family get together right after I graduated from high school; said I dressed like a lesbian. She's always thought I was a lesbian. Threw shade at my girl Porsha because she thought we were doing it, but she was old as fuck, so I let it be. My parents made me put that shit on for a nice Sunday of church before what was essentially a backyard party. "

"Go on." I prodded lightly silently dreading what she might say.

"I'm chilling at the party that afternoon with my cousins and check it; most of the females there are throwing me shade because of the booty, right?!! Ain't nothing I can do about that shit, so I'm all like fuck it. Some of the guys there are all up in my face something fierce. I mean seriously crowding me and that's exactly why I didn't even wanna wear that shit. ¡¡Mi papá y mis tíos tuvieron que revisar la barbilla de algunos de esos imbéciles en serio!!"

"Don't speak Spanish, girl."

"Well fuck, I got heat from the old people like I was doing the shit on purpose. My Tía started giving me the shits even though she bought the dress. The drama was so intense that I snatched up a beer and tried to chug it in the bathroom when this goofy looking fucker ran up on me. He was all up in my shit, like the moment I got out my dad's station wagon. Asshole Dominican fool with some big, everlasting ears!!" Shawnee was adjusting the dress around her underarms and chest.

"What happened?"

"I didn't wanna get busted chugging beer and so I was hiding in my cousin's bathroom when this fool Ernesto run up in there; man, the thirst was real with this payaso!! I mean, I've always had people running up on me cause of the booty, but Ernesto was on another level. He was almost crying to cop a feel, but I told him I'd split his wig if he went there with me!!"