Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 06

She glanced back at us as Renee started clapping. Shawnee gathered up the hem of her dress raising it higher well above her abdomen. All of us found out that Shawnee Thompson was indeed wearing underwear in the form of some white thong panties that were more ceremonial in nature due to her epic proportions.

I glanced over finding Jaquan blown away before both of us found Renee side eyeing us. Shawnee went further bending over getting additional motion ripples to appear across her huge derriere. The crotch of her panties were visible covering her snatch for a few seconds before she stood up to three rounds of enthusiastic applause. Shawnee had a bounce in her step and movements still keeping her dress above her waist as she rejoined us table side.

"OW, HEY SHAWNEE!!" Her palm collided with the back of my neck. I fell for it, turning right into her swinging hip as she butt bumped me in the face. I got an unintentional closeup of her white lace and mesh thong.

"DON'T BE MAD BABY; TELL YOUR FRIENDS WHAT THEY USED TO CALL ME IN HIGH SCHOOL!!" Shawnee was in complete clown mode at this point; just doing her best to erase the awkward reveal of her past. I rubbed the back of my neck as she hugged me from the back kissing the back of my head.

"You need to calm down." Renee and Jaquan were busting up. I intentionally played the straight man on a minute level. I leaned over righting her chair at the edge of the ottoman.

"Diles lo que solían llamarme tonto negro!!" Shawnee slapped my neck again.

"ALL ASS!! ALL ASS!! ALL ASS, HAPPY NOW, YOU GOOF?!!" Jaquan lost it actually spitting out some of his juice. Renee was flushed red patting him on the back as Shawnee sat down. She grabbed my bicep wrapping her arms around it still snickering.

"They really call you that in high school?" Jaquan asked.

"¿QUÉ ES USTED, CIEGO O ALGO? ¡¡¿TE HAS PERDIDO TODO ESTE JODIDO CULO, TONTO?!!"

"No seriously, that's what they supposedly called her." I vouched.

"Yup; when I was in school they made me wear sweat pants instead of shorts at gym. They didn't want me fucking starting riots or nothing. That shit still bounced like a motherfucker though." We were settling down a bit now that Shawnee felt that she successfully changed the mood.

"That's why I call you Ms. WTF, right bitch?"

"Whatever's." Shawnee replied with attitude and swagger, flinching when I leaned under her dress grabbing a handful of ass. I gave her a nasty pinch using all five fingers as she playfully chirped.

"EW NASTY, WATCH IT BEFORE I SIT ON YOUR HEAD, FOOL!!" Renee doubled over as Jaquan rubbed her back finally settling the stunning MILF down. Despite her words, Shawnee leaned forward on the seat with the dress gathered up exposing her ridiculous situation. Her massive cheeks were bulging through the open portions of the fold out chair.

"Hold that thought Shawnee." I quickly ran to the kitchen retrieving my camera returning for several pics of the sexually ridiculous sight and a few seconds of footage. There was a loud metallic creak that prompted Shawnee to bolt out of the chair.

"Holy shit bruh!" Jaquan was amazed at the sight of the foldout chair warped by her weight. Shawnee leaned against the wall fanning herself, completely flushed while we laughed. I dragged the destroyed chair to the center of the room getting some photos and footage of it as well.

"And that my cousin, is why we call her Ms. WTF."

"Yeah, too bad you're taken, or I'd show you the other reason why they call me that shit." Both of us, me and Jaquan froze instantly looking over at Renee who sat there arms folded across her chest. She did not look happy in the least as her slanted eyes scanned the room settling on Shawnee, a deer caught in the headlights.

"Bae?" Her luminescent eyes narrowed into slits as she bit into her lower lip.

"JUST FUCKING WITH YOU GUYS!!" Renee laughed out of nowhere, as we collectively groaned. Shawnee was leaning against the wall fanning herself with the hem of her dress.

"Damn bitch, you had me scared as fuck." Shawnee admitted.

"It's cool, you wanna try it out?"

"Eh, excuse me?"

"I said, do you wanna try him out?" Renee repeated as my cousin's mood visibly shifted. It looked like the color drained from his face, his expression drifting towards somberness. Shawnee noticed before staring at my face.

"So uhm what; you guys swingers or something?" I was worried she'd think this morning was a setup, but Renee chuckled folding one leg over the other.

"No, we're not a thing; Jaquan and I have a child together that we co-parent. He's free to do as he pleases sexually, we both are in all honesty. You mentioned coming here to do a scene; I thought I'd make the offer as a courtesy." Shawnee turned to me arms folded one finger raised.

"She's serious, ain't she?"

"Yeah." I admitted.

"Of course I'm serious, we're hopefully in business together Shawnee. Can't make the whole website thing work out with one girl. These days it's hard to make a dollar out of fifteen cents without somebody's hand in your pocket. I like you; I think you're money too. So, not trying to freak you out by offering twelve certified inches of chocolate."

"Oh wow; oh shit you're really serious, eh?"

"Only as serious as much as your comfort zone. A women's prerogative is tantamount in getting the bag; don't you think?" Renee effortlessly shifted into business mode, still managing to sound innocuous taking a bite of her breakfast croissant.

"Yeah, I guess so." Renee chuckled at her reticent answer side eyeing Jaquan who didn't look pleased. I gathered she was still surreptitiously busting his balls over the Rashida incident.

"Hey Shawnee, I've got an idea if you'd be comfortable with it; nobody will touch you in any way unless you want it. I can assure you that Jaquan won't see a thing unless you want. So, are you game or not?"

"Uhm, sure I guess; what do you wanna do?"

"First things first; what's your cash app?" Renee took out her iPhone smiling mischievously while my cousin sat beside her silent but radiating disappointment.

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"Hey, is this on the up and up?"

"She paid you, didn't she?" Shawnee was still reticent after Renee ushered us out of the living room to be alone with Jaquan. I gathered she was going to press her point with my cousin after paying Shawnee for a scene she would actually be present for.

"I know, but ain't that her man in there?"

"You can still back out if you want; just send the money back through your cash ap." I was intrigued to see what Renee was up to after watching her interaction with Shawnee.

"Fuck that shit; come on, that's her guy, right?"

"Seems like you really are Ms. WTF."

"Man, you better not have me fucked up over here on some swinger bullshit." I knew Renee made her nervous once she turned down the nice girl act.

The atmosphere in the room changed once the notion of Jaquan's involvement was mentioned. I was busy trying to wrap my head around whatever she might be holding over him.

"HEY, YOU CAN COME IN HERE NOW!!" Renee shouted from the living room. She looked at me getting little more than a shrug and hand motion towards the bedroom door. I'd been instructed to set up the stationary camera facing the wall and was now wearing the chest harness as she instructed. Shawnee made me go out first.

"Oh mierda, ¿qué diablos es esto?" Shawnee clasped her hands to her chest, burying her face in my side.

Jaquan was sitting in the center of the living room on one of the undamaged fold out chairs, nude. There was a black bag over his head, and it looked as if she'd slathered baby oil all over his chiseled frame.

"Renee, what's going on here?"

"You're filming right?"

"Yeah."

"Make sure you cut out the part where you say my fucking name; Shawnee, are you having second thoughts? You're still dressed, what's up?"

"Oh, it's nothing; she's got issues with showing everything not her butt and legs.

Body issues, right Shawnee?" I earned an elbow for the stilted explanation.

"Nah, I suck from the waste up; no titties and a fat belly too." I noticed Renee was wearing latex medical gloves while an industrial sized bottle of baby oil was beside my cousin's chair.

"Nonsense, let's have a look."

"Okay, but I'm not lying." Renee was already removing the gloves dropping the discarded latex items in my cousin's lap.

This was not lost on me as she closed the distance reaching down casually raising the hem of Shawnee's dress making her flinch a little. Renee went about it so methodically, there was no pushback as her stomach and this really tiny tube top thing that I supposed was a brassiere, came into view.

Shawnee trembled but reached up tugging at the bottom of the top until her barely there breasts appeared. Renee took note of the small pyramid tattoo between her tragically shallow cleavage. I saw her checking out the script tattoo inscribed on her left boob, as well.

"So yeah, ugly dude tits and uh, I got this praying hands tattoo on my right shoulder, an incomplete sleeve; don't forget the Klingon tramp stamp too."

"What?" Renee was standing in front of her still holding the dress up looking at her body.

"You didn't see it, my tramp stamp right over my ass?" Shawnee half turned revealing the tramp stamp, but Renee seemed uninterested.

"I didn't even see that; let's chalk it up to this wagon you're dragging girlfriend. So, you don't wanna lose the dress?"

"Well, you don't wanna make people throw up on their monitors, do you?" Shawnee tried to be coy but looked nervous. It felt like I was looking at a medical examination as Renee looked her up and down.

"There's nothing wrong here, you've got a cute body, but I understand. I remember when I started getting my tits early; now, there's a story. Tell you what, let's swap this dress out." I was shocked as Renee slipped her smock top off revealing her large bare breasts handing it to Shawnee, who flushed crimson.

"Oh shit, I'm so intimidated." Renee stripped off her dress, draping it over her shoulder.

"Please, now put this on; trade me your tank, okay?" I watched both of them swap out tops, Shawnee noticed.

"Having a good time over there fucker?"

"Oh don't worry about him, he's seen them before." Renee mentioned catching her by surprise.

Jaquan silent, jostled about on the chair, but didn't remove the hood. He settled down moments later as Renee slid the tube top over her breasts comically stretching the material. Her nipples were visibly protruding, but Renee remained all business. She walked over rubbing my cousin's shoulder eventually flattening her palm on one of his pecs. I gathered this was to calm his nerves more than anything else.

"Sure you guys aren't swingers?"

"Positive, now turn around and do that twerk thing so I can get this over with." I stood off to the side sitting on one side of Jaquan as instructed while Renee took the other remaining chair situated a little behind my cousin.

"That's all you want me to do?"

"Of course not, but I feel this would be cathartic and both of these niggas been hawking that big thing of yours since we walked in here." Shawnee chuckled turning her back to us pressing her palms against the brown slated brick texture of the wall but stopped short looking back at me.

"Hey payaso, your girlfriend know about all this shit, eh?"

"What girlfriend?" Renee asked as I went white as a sheet gesturing with my hands for her to shut up. Renee looked from me to Shawnee.

"Yoli, that's her name right?" I facepalmed.

"Don't worry about her Shawnee; she's publicly traded. Isn't that right Jaquan, nod your head." He followed suit with a meek nod, probably glad to have his face covered. It wasn't lost on me that it felt like he was being wholly objectified as she glared at me before smiling at Shawnee.

"Oh you know her?"

"She used to work for me."

"Doing this?"

"No, she worked in my salon downstairs; but she traded her job for a favor."

I looked into the stationary camera finding that Renee's hand was solely in frame firmly handling Jaquan's member. Neither me nor Shawnee noticed that she'd been lightly stroking my cousin's tumescence. Shawnee's massive pear shaped derriere appeared highly visible in the background as I realized what she was doing. My cousin was obscured in profile only, his head and part of his body cut out of the frame. Renee's pale hand contrasted sharply with his dark skin.

"That sounds stupid." Shawnee commented turning towards the wall. Renee's smock top barely covered the upper swell of her humongous ass.

"Well, I like to think she got what she wanted."

"Oh, and what was that?" Shawnee asked beginning to twerk.

"I think I'll tell you about that some other time; more twerking less talk." Ms. WTF went to work popping her hips causing her olive colored cheeks to do this sort of rotating move into one another.

The loud thunderous claps were captured audibly louder than before. Renee's disembodied hand began stroking Jaquan's huge prick almost in synch with Shawnee's movements. Being a larger girl necessitated her to slow down in intervals, but she alternated bending further at the waste with jiggling horizontal movements that caused waves of motion, even at the back of her thighs a bit. Renee would slow down a bit sliding three fingers along the thick pulsing shaft until Shawnee went back to clapping, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Jaquan's abdomen was undulating at this point trying to hold on for dear life. He hadn't been allowed to see anything, only use his ears imagining what was happening on the other side of the bag covering his head. Shawnee's twerking claps seemed to get louder as she flushed getting hot and bothered still facing the wall.

Things got more heated as she took an interval clumsily losing her panties. I guess she just decided to go with it resuming her bionic twerking while Renee sat watching and pleasing Jaquan. Shawnee glanced back over her shoulder, cheeks ruddy with an embarrassed look on her face. I noticed that she'd started fingering herself.

"Come over." Renee instructed.

Shawnee looked over her shoulder hesitant for a second before turning around with both hands covering her bare muff. She looked over at me before looking at the pale sister sitting there continually stroking my cousin's cock approaching his breaking point. Her thin fingers were harvesting veins all over his cock as Shawnee approached stopping short. Renee's green eyes bore into hers while she continually massaged and caressed his member.

"Oh, mierda. Oh, fóllame." Shawnee looked at me again, but I didn't react just waiting.

"Come on, you know it's okay Shawnee." Renee half whispered.

She leaned over timidly touching Jaquan's prick drawing her hand back as if aflame, then she ran a single digit along the bottom of his shaft making sure to keep eye contact with Renee in intervals. It was an odd bit of déjà vu considering something like this played out with Renee and Rashida Sikes the first night we'd started using the apartment.

Shawnee demonstrated a hitherto unknown range of movement actually squatting open legged in front of Jaquan, staring at Renee's hand gliding along his shaft as my cousin began to squirm. Her eyes looked comedically crossed at the fleshy spear pointing up towards the ceiling.

I noticed some movement from Renee who was reaching up into her hair drawing the elastic hairband free. She shook out her dark highlighted locks as Shawnee watched enchanted. Renee's other hand appeared in frame sliding the elastic band along his shaft below his testicles tying it off before releasing it as she backed off, hands disappearing from the shot.

Shawnee was on all fours probably due to her weight, her head between my cousin's thighs. She looked up at Renee for a few seconds getting an approving nod before gingerly handling his cock. Jaquan reacted to her touch arching on the chair bringing his crown too close to her face.

Half of his member disappeared Between her lips followed by this really loud slurp as her chubby cheeks inverted, hard. Both of Shawnee's chubby hands rose handling his cock like she was playing a clarinet. The slurping sound got louder as the rest of his cock began to disappear between her lips. Even Renee's eyes widened as Shawnee completely throated Jaquan's twelve and a half inches to the base framing her lips with both chubby hands. The sensation must have been incredible because this tortured, hoarse lilting moan emanated from the inside of the bag on his head.

Renee shot me a look making a hand gesture asking if I was getting this on camera. I nodded watching tears start to stream down Shawnee's chubby cheeks as her face went beet red. It appeared the Puerto Rican SSBBW was playing to the camera and Renee Kelly at hand, Jaquan in that instant. She was putting on a show prompted by Renee's beauty and confidence in allowing her to please what was obviously, her man. Her head suddenly whipped backward as she coughed profusely, cupping a hand under her chin.

Shawnee coughed up a deluge of precum and saliva letting it pool in her cupped hand before reapplying it to his straining cock. Her clarinet hand positioning continued as she fluidly stroked and played with his cock enthusiastically.

Renee ended up getting a lesson in giving her man a head clinic as Shawnee pressed her lips to his crown peppering it with several rabbit kisses, her tongue intermittently appearing to tease and tickle the purplish head of his member.

For some reason, I kept thinking of a cow's tongue when she would do this motion until she throated him again holding position a little longer this time. Jaquan lost it humping into her mouth forcing her to break the seal in order to breathe as she wildly jerked him off, both pinky fingers extended. I realized handling him was no big deal to Shawnee who regularly slept with her own overly endowed boyfriend, Andre. He was definitely bigger than my cousin. My heart was thumping like crazy, pants tented as I dutifully filmed.

"You don't just have to watch; let me help you." Renee whispered in my ear. I'd been so enthralled watching Shawnee's performance, that I hadn't noticed her slide behind my chair.

My left ear slid between her lips, teeth gnawing on the rim and my earlobe as both of her hands appeared just under my armpits, fingers pinching my nipples. Renee's breath was hot on my neck as her nimble fingers undid my belt buckle before unzipping me to find the head of my cock protruding from the top of my briefs. This didn't satisfy the stunning milk colored beauty who methodically exposed everything.

Shawnee was in the zone, eyes tightly shut blocking out everything as she lurched forward orally making love to Jaquan's prick, sensually moaning, and slurping loudly as her humongous ass jiggled and bounced with each movement. Likewise, Renee Kelly had things well in hand applying a rough twisting motion at the base of my cock while whispering dirty promises in my ear that I'm sure my camera picked up.

"I'm gonna do so much worse to you when the time comes, baby. I'm gonna make you fuck my brains out and then I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out. Hurry up and reach my level because my pussy is so wet for you; find me."

I was liberally running torrents of precum down my shaft to the junction where her forefinger and thumb met around the base of my prick. She'd milked me dry before, but this was different altogether as Renee continued verbally molesting me barely above a whisper. The loud slimy sounds of Jaquan being sucked off added to the atmosphere as I failed to stop myself from humping the two fingers framing the base of my cock. I was gonna cum and didn't care about much else while Renee continued pinching and rolling my nipple with her other hand.