Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 06

(RECAP)

My own loss of humanity factored into things as I positioned myself in a pushup position across her side with my prick buried deep between her mams.

I flopped and fucked away at her cleavage eventually spreading my legs wide as I began ejaculating wildly into the cavernous negative space between her knockers. The buoyancy of her boobs factored into things feeling like oversized rubbery balloons against my pelvis. The wet slapping sounds of my pelvis colliding with her enormous tits filled the bedroom until I relented kneeling upright.

My lower abdomen, crotch and penis were glazed over with cum while her cleavage was a messy lattice of webby ejaculate. I'd even managed to leave a slightly visible reddened bruise between her tits in the shape of my prick. Mintzy was wearing the warmest smile as her big expressive eyes surveyed the mess I'd made of myself.

"Shirley, you can eat my dinner anytime you want." She reached over rubbing one of my inner thighs visibly pleased.

"If you want this place; I'll let you move in."

...to be continued.

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Featuring: Shawnee Thompson a.k.a Ms. WTF?!! (34A-32-??)

Renee Kelly-36D-32-50 (25 years old)

Yoli Van Allen-32B-26-36 (28 years old)

Special Guest Star: Rashida Sikes a.k.a Chi Town Thunda or "Thunda" (38C-29-62)

MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 06

"Wake the fuck up!"

"HUH-WHAT?!!" I opened my eyes finding myself looking directly at Renee's face. I was still nude from the night prior with a ruffled sheet covering my sex and nothing else. Thankfully, Mintzy had let herself out sometime after I passed out.

"Get dressed, she's on her way."

"WHO?!" I covered myself further as Renee stood up. She'd been leaning over me on all fours slowly withdrawing from the bed still eyeballing me.

"Your chipmunk bitch."

"HUH?!!" I sat up making sure to keep my crotch covered under her piercing gaze.

Ever the fashion picture, Ms. Kelly was decked out in a white ensemble of embroidered Bardot smock top and billowy boho long pants sheer enough to see the white thong underneath. Her makeup was more normal looking and essential, eschewing the sharp smoky eyeshadow and deep burgundy lipstick of recent times.

"I think you're beyond high on your own supply if you get my drift. It's out of hand when I have to watch a middle aged woman doing the walk of shame at six in the morning. I thought I told you to cool it with Mintzy?"

"Mintzy's building, Mintzy's apartment and lest I remind you, Mintzy busted into your bathroom and jumped me after you gave me food poisoning. Dare I say or go further, Mintzy called herself helping me out with a forced enema and still wanted to go afterwards, on that very day. Sorry to disappoint." I was in no mood to be scolded.

"Forced enema?"

"Yes, said she used to do it for a relative."

"OH SHIT!!" Her beautiful face broke as Renee covered her mouth failing to stifle some laughter.

"So, that being said; I feel I have every right to pound the shit out of her pussy until it falls off or she hides every time she sees me. And if you're thinking of asking; I beat her back out last night after she unceremoniously helped herself to the plate Jaquan bought me, for dinner. She got the business three times in a row before I crashed." Renee was laughing through my entire terse explanation. It was good to see her smiling full of humor, even self-depreciating as it were.

"Okay, I'm sorry; get cleaned up and go downstairs to meet her."

"How does she know where to be?"

"I texted her fifteen minutes ago; said she'd be here around ten thirty; its nine fifty right now. You've had more than enough time to sleep it off. "

"You texted her?" Renee slid a white sun visor on adjusting her shoulder length ponytail.

"Wash your ass."

"Fifteen minutes, ago?"

"Makes you wonder what I was doing, huh?" She smirked making a jerking motion with her hand as she turned opening the door.

That thong was completely visible, accentuating her own fifty inch derriere in angelic fashion. The throbbing of my member was not unexpected as esteemed baby mamma number two stopped facing the outside corridor.

"Stop looking." It was my turn to laugh.

After getting showered and dressed, I was left with barely enough time to make it downstairs to the front of the building. I was anxious wondering how Shawnee would take the swerve trying to figure out what to say when Renee appeared. I was worried that she would flip me the bird, sever all ties or worse considering the episode at the mall.

I'd forced her out of her comfort zone by making her wear tangentially revealing clothing considering her monumental proportions. I figured it a necessary evil to bring her out in the real world. It was my true intention to make Shawnee look her best. Digitally wiping her face was a necessary evil because I wanted her to fully appear on the new website already formed.

I found Shawnee already standing on the sidewalk waiting, surprised to see her wearing the dress from that day, albeit with an XXL black hoodie unzipped and some reeboks that looked too big for her small feet. I figured maybe they belonged to Andre. I stood there for a few seconds at the edge of the alley admiring the shelf-like quality of her immense ass.

Her hair was styled into Dutch braids with two shoulder length braids behind her ears and a smaller one in the back. This was a surprising bit of femininity from a woman who preferred hiding herself under layers of sweats. I had to know what brought on this change.

"Shawnee." Her shoulders jumped, flinching at the sound of my voice coming from a direction unexpected.

"Hey why you creeping?"

"I'm not creeping, I just walked around the building from the back." She cocked her head to the side at my explanation, hands on her overly wide hips.

"You know you creeping; I bet you were checking me out, weren't you?" Her Volkswagen beetle was parked right in front of Renee's salon, but she'd been standing at the edge of the alley. I figured it was a defensive tactic to see me before I saw her.

"Is that even a question?" I mimicked her stance putting my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, you were looking." She seemed decidedly jovial putting me at ease.

"Hey what's up with the dress; I thought you hated it?"

"Well you texted me so early, I thought you wanted to do something; where're we shooting today? I hope it's not in that salon, I might wanna get my edges touched up."

"Funny no; and uh, I didn't text you Shawnee."

"¡¡No me jodas, idiota!! Me levanté y puse esta mierda para que pudiéramos ganar algo de dinero y ahora, ¡¡quieres jugar!" " At least she was still smiling.

"English please."

"OH YOU DON'T WANT ME TO TALK NO ENGLISH BOY; TRUST ME ON THAT!! IF YOU AIN'T CALLING ME UP, WHO ON YOUR PHONE, HUH?!!" Shawnee lurched forward faux-threatening as I begged off laughing.

"I did."

Both of us found Renee Kelly standing there on the sidewalk with my cousin Jaquan who was holding little Daisy Kelly. She had two white plastic bags draped over her folded forearm holding it like a purse. The family was presenting a united front as Shawnee looked between us, question broadly on her face.

"And uhm, who-is this?" Shawnee asked brows starting to raise, pointing at Renee but looking at my face.

"OH, SORRY I'M HIS BOSS, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?!! MY NAME'S RENEE KELLY!!" Jaquan and I were visibly shocked as Renee manifested this big, goofy smile stepping forward offering her hand. Shawnee looked surprised cautiously shaking her hand.

"Name's uh, Shawnee Thompson." She was rightfully hesitant meeting a complete stranger.

"Mommy, who is the fat lady, she's mean." Little Daisy piped up.

"Oh no baby, you don't say that; mommy's fat too, okay." Renee continued the act looking embarrassed at her daughter's outburst. Daisy was keeping it real with a miniature version of her mother's signature scowl on her cute little face. Renee handed Jaquan the bags taking the precocious toddler in her arms.

"You not fat, you got a big booty."

"DAISY WHERE'D YOU GET THAT FROM; JAQUAN WHAT'RE YOU TELLING OUR DAUGHTER?!!" I watched hands in pockets along with Shawnee while my cousin waved off the question, shrugging.

"Mommy she looked at us mean; I'm scared." The toddler hugged her mother tightly around the neck as Renee rocked her slightly turning back to Shawnee.

"Apologize or you're going into time out."

"I'm sorry, you're not fat." Daisy teared up as Renee rubbed her back slightly rocking her. Shawnee didn't look especially upset, actually kind of taken with the cute little moppet.

"¡¡Oh, ella es tan linda!! ¡Parece una muñequita! ¡¡Solo quiero llevarla a casa!! ¡¡Hola mami!! OH, SORRY, ¡¡I GO INTO SPANISH WHEN I'M NERVOUS!! "Shawnee inched forward offering a hand, but Daisy hid her tiny face on the other side of her mother's head.

"I'm so embarrassed, I got some breakfast here; would you please join us upstairs so that we can talk?"

Shawnee didn't know what to make of things but was visibly intrigued noticing Jaquan. He tried to look harmless, but there was no way he didn't notice her humongous butt. That thing was visible from the front like nobody's business.

"Uh sure, I guess if it's okay with you little girl?" Unsurprisingly Daisy nodded in the negative taking little peeks at Shawnee. She was smitten with the kid standing there trying to get glimpses of the toddler's cute face. Jaquan looked suspicious of his baby mama and daughter but said nothing.

"Come upstairs to the second floor; I just wanted to meet you in person." Renee offered as the salon door opened revealing new employee, Carlie.

"You want me to take her; I've got her favorite program on the monitor?" Carlie seemed genuine, and Daisy reached out with both arms, already familiar with her sometimes babysitter.

"Would you, I'd really appreciate it; you can take off tomorrow and I'll still give you full pay, Carlie. Sure you don't mind?" I side eyed Jaquan who looked confused at Renee's saccharine behavior.

"Thanks Renee." Carlie disappeared into the shop with little Daisy Kelly and a small separate bag of donut holes. Renee handled the other bags leading Shawnee down the side alley to the back of the building. I already felt like a third wheel while Jaquan shrugged it off.

We hung back unconsciously of the same mind taking in the view. Renee Kelly's perfect fifty inch butt sitting at the bottom of her tiny waist was distinctly different from the twin mountainous cheeks of Shawnee Thompson which unintentionally bobbed one after he other making her cotton frock bounce and jiggle uncontrollably.

Jaquan was mad dogging both of them, probably thinking the same thing, even wondering what both would look like in the buff. Shawnee had more of an outrageous pear shape while Renee's stunning hourglass figure skewed almost cartoonish in comparison.

"Both of you, stop looking." She called out without looking back. Shawnee glanced back somewhat flushed with an impish smile on her face acknowledging our leering.

"Sorry, I'm gonna keep looking." I was just being honest.

"Yeah, like he said." Jaquan added.

The perving continued as we followed them around the back of the building. Renee turned back as we came around the building slapping both of us on the bicep then making us walk ahead while intermittently tossing pebbles at each of our butts in retaliation.

Shawnee found this hilarious but refused to get involved when offered a pebble from the gravelly alley. Renee maintained the jovial mood getting close behind us nudging our butts with her knee as we walked. Jaquan got the same treatment although because of his height it was more kicking him in the lower part of his thigh.

"Look at that ass, Shawnee; girl, you need one of these in the house. "Renee reached up grabbing a handful of my cousin's butt while Shawnee guffawed. She did it so quickly that he instinctively arched his pelvis forward trying to avoid her.

"WHAT YOU LOOKING AT, YOU WANT SOME OF THAT TOO, EH PAYASO?!!" I was also goosed in the most painful fashion possible as she laughed.

"HEY BITCH, WATCH THAT SHIT; I'D LIKE MY LOWER INTESTINE BACK IF YOU DON'T MIND!" This broke the bank as both women laughed hysterically.

Jaquan walked further to the gate opening it for them as I veered away from Shawnee and a game Renee who pinched me without mercy. Renee eyed her partner holding the gate open out the corner of her eye while Shawnee raised a brow.

They weren't fooled, both attempting to run by Jaquan getting caught up in the gate opening because of their dueling butts. Shawnee almost squashed Renee horizontally speaking. My tall cousin reached downward bringing his palm in a loud slap to the fifty inch rear of esteemed baby mamma number two. Renee responded with a playful punch to his bicep while I got as much of Shawnee's butt as I could manage like there was a fire sale.

They returned the favor peppering both of us with slaps which ended up with us chasing them to the second floor. It was a breath of fresh air seeing Renee relaxed and playful as she gave Shawnee a tour of the apartment. We settled down in the living room having breakfast ironically using the tufted ottoman as a table.

"So, how long have you guys been together?" Jaquan draped a clean sheet over the ottoman as the three of us side eyed one another while Shawnee went into one of the bags.

"Too long; I would've traded this one in, if he didn't make good babies." Renee leaned over Jaquan's shoulder placing a breakfast sandwich in front of him. I recognized it as an item from the deli at the end of the block.

"How many kids do you guys have?" Shawnee asked taking a bite of the stacked breakfast treat.

"Only the one, and Daisy's more than enough for this guy."

"Way you talk, I'm surprised you don't have some more running around here. So, you guys uh, don't like a lot of furniture, or what?"

"I live upstairs, and Jaquan's got another with someone else. So, he's got his future generations covered cause I ain't messing up this body anymore." Both of them were getting along famously as Shawnee nearly spit out some orange juice she was sipping from its cheap plastic container with a straw.

"Shit, I wish I could mess up my body and look like you." Shawnee commented not hiding her respectful envy.

"Stop it, you're really pretty and I like the Dutch braids; that's one of my specialties downstairs." Jaquan and I were just sitting there eating watching things play out. I found myself waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Thanks, but I could lose a few pounds."

"Nah, you're perfect the way you are; why do you think this fool over here calls you Ms. WTF?" Renee leaned over rubbing her arm in what appeared a casual test of boundaries.

"I'm sitting on it." Shawnee just chuckled.

"How could I miss it? Damn girl that thing is huge; bet you have to beat the guys off with a stick, huh?"

"Not as much as you."

"Shit girl, you know I got that conceal and carry." Both of them continued the good times, laughing hard.

"¡¡Maldita sea, amo a esta perra!! ¡Tenemos que salir más a menudo! ¡Podemos ser dos grandes zorras juntas!" Shawnee leaned into Renee, snickering.

"English please." I commented earning a nudge in the arm from Renee.

"So you're Puerto Rican?" Jaquan queried taking a sip from his plastic bottle of orange juice.

"Yeah."

"But your name is Shawnee Thompson, right?"

"Step daddy last name is Thompson; mom's maiden name is Rivera. All she got from that fool was a last name, and his paycheck every other Friday when she met him clocking out with that skillet. Eh, it was fair trade I guess because he loved her gran culo gordo! ¡Le encantaba golpear esa mierda por la espalda cada vez que podía! That fucker's gone now, but I know he missing mom's booty every day!!" Shawnee sounded almost manic as she spoke. She looked happy just to be here with us.

"Oh, your parents are divorced?" Renee asked.

"Yeah, step dad liked step daughter's ass too much; fucker started creeping up in my bedroom at night. I had to wear like, three sweat suits and lay on my back to keep him from stripping me in my sleep. He wouldn't do it if he couldn't get me from behind." The jovial mood in the room died with her explanation.

"Shawnee, I'm sorry." Renee apologized contritely sparking her gaze to travel between all of our faces.

"Oh hey, so over it like years over it; don't make things serious. Told my mom and tía about the creeping. So check it out; mom sent me over my cousin's house got up in my bed under the covers with that skillet, right? Stepdaddy turned up in the middle of the night from his factory job thinking he was about to hit it, but he got so many concussions that night. Momma locked herself in my bedroom with him and got it in, if you know what I mean?"

"Did he go to jail?"

"I was eighteen and scared, didn't want no cops because I thought mom would go to jail. The checks kept coming after she put him out, so I guess he was paying her not to meet him at work with that skillet. You know, I have that skillet now; even cooked some eggs and chorizo yesterday."

It was meant to be a joke, but we all kind of sat there processing as she glanced down still sipping her orange juice. Now, I was especially feeling things because the excessive clothing usually draped over her pear shaped body made sense in hindsight.

Her overall jovial nature and admittance of being harassed for her body had gone right over my head with no mention from her on again off again best friend Porsha Simms. I never would've guessed her backstory because I was all messed up over Yoli that day. Shawnee glanced around at us, probably starting to feel like an alien.

"Did he tell you about our mall trip? We actually went out in public and shot some good stuff; it was crazy!! I got these cheeks clapped serious like; ¡¡Todos se estaban volviendo locos por estas grandes mejillas mías!! ¡¡PENSÉ QUE ME VA A OBTENER BUM RUSHED SERIO COMO!! ¡¡TODOS QUERÍAN UNA PIEZA DE ESTE AQUÍ DETRÁS NOVIA!!"

Shawnee was trying to lighten the mood.

"I've seen it edited together; that's why I thought we should meet." Renee replied.

"What, changed your mind now? Changed your mind because of some stupid ass story, huh? Would it make a difference if I said he was like, "OLD AS FUCK", huh Renee? Sometimes I just say shit out the side of my mouth because I don't kick it with a lot of people. Come on, it's cool chicos; you don't wanna sleep on all this back here!!"

Shawnee emphasized her statement by reaching back smacking her derriere. Renee chuckled a bit encouraging her to continue. She nodded vigorously reaching over shaking Renee on the shoulder until esteemed baby mama number two started nodding. Shawnee looked at me nodding with this goofy smile until I started smirking before glancing at Jaquan. He was stoic, unmoved eventually raising a brow at the situation as Renee slapped his bicep with a loud smack.

"¡¡¿ASÍ QUE QUIERES JUGAR DIFÍCILMENTE, BONITO NEGRO?!! ¿ES ESE NIÑO EN CASA?!! ¡¡TE VOY A MOSTRAR ALGO REAL!! ¡¡ME VAS A JERKARME, MUCHO!! ¡¡ECHALE UN VISTAZO!!"

I had no idea what she was saying but got her meaning as she bounced in her seat from the waist up, wholly animated. The way she was rolling her neck and shoulders got to me, making me laugh outloud.

Shawnee shook out of her black hoodie letting it fall to the floor. She tried to scoot back in the chair but her enormous butt knocked it over with unintended force. We watched the pear shaped ingénue run over to the wall leaning against it unknowingly mimicking her worst enemy's stance, wildly twerking.

Her massive shelf-like backside jiggled and bounced all over the place before she settled into a frisk position as those cheeks started clapping. The sound was louder than I expected because of her enthusiasm. The bottom of her lower cheeks began to appear making us wonder if Shawnee was wearing underwear.