Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 06

"You gonna cum for me, huh baby?" I just nodded feverishly thankful there was a mounted camera catching everything. The one strapped to my body was shaking and drifting all over the place at this point.

"You gonna give me a load, huh? You gonna make a hot load of cum for me, huh baby? Make some cum for me; I really do. I want you to do it for me baby; do it for me." Renee's wet bartering sounded like begging as I started to crest.

"Uh-uh-okay." I whimpered as she frenetically tugged at the lower half of my cock above my mound.

"I want you to give it to her; I want you to blow a load on that fat ass, okay?" Her breath was coming in ever increasing huffs on my left cheek.

"Uh-kay." My stomach was turning, inner thighs pulsing signaling an incoming climax. Renee's face suddenly appeared directly in front of me, blocking my view of Shawnee literally sucking the pigmentation off my cousin's cock. Her tongue invaded my mouth in a hungry sensual kiss that seemed to last forever.

"DO IT!!" She lost it mounting my left thigh frantically jerking me off with a tight fist. Her large breasts were exposed appearing below the ill-fitting tube top, bouncing in my face. I got a mouthful of her tits and one good slurp in seconds before Renee drew back from my field of vision.

"CUM FOR ME!!" I was trembling all over as I got up aiming my cock at Shawnee's massive dueling cheeks. Even though she wasn't looking at me, Shawnee pulled another trick out of the bag managing a mild jiggle of each butt cheek independently.

A thick wad of cum exploded out of me cutting a diagonal swath across her mountainous, shivering expanse followed by the second which landed in her rear cleavage drizzling down into that cavernous gluteal cleft. The rest was wild shots, pulses of oily glaze that vandalized those massive jiggling cheeks.

Renee wasn't satisfied, suddenly behind me for the reach around hand job stroking out the rest with purpose getting everything until one last gooey web was left hanging from the head of my cock until it finally oozed down her right cheek. Renee's hand disappeared just as quickly leaving me addled witnessing my handiwork.

Shawnee took this as an opportunity mid climax to bury half of Jaquan between her lips, using the tips of all ten fingers in a pinching motion on his exposed meat violently jerking on it so hard, her hands became a blur. It sounded like she was choking on his elongated cock before her cow tongue appeared in intervals painting the letters of the alphabet on his urethra. She straightened her back loving his cock getting sloppier in the process if that were humanly possible, taking him to the base. Renee tapped me on the shoulder motioning towards Jaquan's long muscular left leg.

It was shaking like he was being tasered, the toes on that foot curling as his foot swished back and forth horizontally like a windshield wiper. Ms. WTF was messing him up and revealing herself as a head queen unparalleled in the process.

"OH MY FUCKING GAAAWDDD, AAAAHHHH SHIT!! FUUUUHHHHKKKKKK IT, MUTHAAA-OHFUHHHH FUCK MEEE!!" Renee stood off to the side watching her baby daddy exposed as a whiny bitch, orgasming in a variety of tones from baritone to near falsetto.

"DAMN BRUH, DAMMIT MAAAN!!" My camera was focused on Shawnee's head impaled through the mouth with my cousin's certified twelve and a half inches when the first burst hit.

Shawnee hiccupped releasing a deluge of in-progress ejaculate that came in thick, milky waves running down her chin. Undaunted, Ms. WTF went at him showing off vacuuming her chubby cheeks on the upper portion of his member super hard as he squirmed about on a sweat soaked fold out chair.

She let her mouth open allowing more spunk to run down as she beat his meat on her lips, right cheek before deep throating him again. Jaquan was yelping like a shot dog as she slowly drew her lips backward until the purplish head of his member was free with an audible pop of her lips. Both of his legs were shaking uncontrollably, his head rocking side to side like a flicking light switch.

Shawnee pressed the underside of his extended shaft into the center of her face swirling her tongue on his taint. Ms. WTF was certified and unintentionally baptized when an unexpected burst of watery cum flowed from the head of his cock glazing her face over. For a second I thought him incontinent as Shawnee finally relented still handling his member. She looked right into my camera blowing a big cum bubble with her goofy smile.

"What?" She offered with a playful shrug.

Jaquan was done, sitting there slack with his head hanging over the back of the seat. I wondered why he hadn't grabbed Shawnee during his ordeal. I knew I would've lost it and probably fucked the shit out of her if she did something like that to me. Then I noticed that my cousin's hands were bound with what looked like an extension cord. I glanced up into Renee's face as she tugged the ill-fitting top over her breasts.

"He was tied up all this time?" Renee smiled giving my cheek a hard pinch.

"Ustedes, hijos de puta, están locos aquí!! OH MIERDA ESTE NIGGA ESTABA MI CARA ARRIBA!! FUCK HOMBRE, ¡¡¿NO OBTIENES NADA DE TU MUJER?!!" A towel hit Shawnee in the face as she giggled uncontrollably. Renee took note of my cousin flopped out on the chair.

"Jaquan?"

He didn't answer.

"Hey man, you good?"

He was silent as Shawnee looked up from wiping her face, a brow raised.

"Shit." I got up with the intent of pulling the bag off his head along with Shawnee and Renee.

"DON'T TAKE IT OFF!! LEAVE IT THE FUCK ON, OKAAAAY?!!" He yelled stopping us.

Shawnee flinched like she was in a slasher film while Renee raised a fist at the sudden movement. All of us looked at one another before Shawnee motioned at Jaquan's still twitching right foot. It seems my cousin was way beyond embarrassed. Both of the women started laughing like jackals, my pear shaped ingenue doubling over towel in hand.

"Stop laughing, just untie me." Renee capitulated through laughter releasing his arms while Shawnee rolled around on the floor with the towel covering her face.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of Jaquan; you just got your soul sucked out." Renee teased messing with the bag doing these little pinches to the material. He grabbed the edges of it holding it to his head, audibly giggling too.

Me, I was stoked already editing the footage together in my head.

"Fuck yall." Jaquan sounded rueful making esteemed baby mamma number two laugh even harder.

Shawnee had already rolled over on her belly watching the couple leaving me another opportunity to capture pics and footage of her massive rear end high over her shoulders in this position. A substantial amount of the sparse makeup she wore was now rubbed off attracting Renee's attention.

"Damn girl, we gotta get you squared away; half your face in that towel." Shawnee laughed looking down into the hand towel finding it stained with some of her makeup as Renee regarded Jaquan.

"TAKE THAT BAG OFF YOUR HEAD!" Her palm collided with the back of his head.

"Don't wanna."

"Ah shit, I'm sorry about that; guess I turned your man into a gimp." Shawnee playfully commented making us bust up. I'd even forgot that my business was on display, quickly tucking it away.

"JUST GET OUT OF THE LIVING ROOM AND I'LL TAKE IT OFF!!" He sounded desperate.

"Alright, enough of this shit." I offered my hands helping Shawnee to her feet with some considerable effort while Renee pressed a finger to her lips thinking up some more mischief. Both of the women walked to the edge of the living room standing out of his field of vision.

"They're gone."

"You bet not be playing with me, nigga."

"Man take that shit off your head; you acting like a bitch." Jaquan lurched forward on the chair elbows resting on his knees. He went to take it off, hesitating again.

"They gone?"

"Yeah man, they went to the bathroom because you lit Shawnee up."

"Cool bruh; shit, where'd you find that bitch? She can suck a golf ball through a fucking straw my nigga!! I ain't never felt nothing like that before! Fuck man, I don't care about the booty."

Jaquan drew the bag off his head revealing a glistening sweat soaked visage. His brow was raised, deep creases in his forehead eyes bucked out with a hanging bottom lip. He was honestly jacked up in the face still unaware of the two women watching him.

"Hey cuz, check it out."

My arms were folded, but I was pointing at the women just out of his field of vision. Jaquan followed my pointing finger finding Renee and Shawnee watching. Renee's hands were on her hips, indignant at the verbal endorsement while Shawnee happily waved.

"YOU WRONG BRUH!!" Jaquan got up almost running from the living room, probably not even cognizant of his own nudity.

"Get back here Jaquan!" Renee yelled after him pursuing my cousin to the edge of the living room. It was no use signaled by the slamming of the bathroom door moments later. I turned to a smiling Shawnee aka Ms. WTF.

"Come here you." I wanted some satisfaction out of that huge ass.

"Oh no you don't; you got some work to do nigga." Renee caught me unawares again by the ear snatching on it making me double over. I received a hard swat to the butt and nudge towards my laptop in the kitchen.

"Shawnee, you up for a quick road trip?"

"I guess, why?"

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After an epic struggle to get Jaquan out of the bathroom and a subsequent shower for Shawnee with Renee serving as door guard, both women left us to our own devices. I was tasked with finishing editing for the scene we shot and completing work on the site while Renee spirited Shawnee away on some little side mission that for another scene to be shot when they returned. Jaquan was still embarrassed taking over the apartment bedroom to crash and recuperate. The guy went into a dead sleep the moment his head hit the pillow leaving me to soldier onward with a tragic case of blue balls.

Whoever Renee hired was extremely thorough leaving just the insertion of individual entries at this point. I plugged in my firsts scenes with Rashida and Shawnee working multiple social media platforms uploading several teasers to keep interest high. I found some footage I'd shot the first night Rashida hooked up with Jaquan on camera hesitating whether or not to make it available for public consumption.

"So uhm Thunda; what's your beef with Ms. WTF?"

"What beef nigga; you talking about beef to eat?" Ambient female chatter could heard I the background. I'd been sitting on a footstool right behind her work station as she sat in her own salon chair being worked on by Renee.

"You know what I'm talking about?"

"NO, I DONT FOOL!" Rashida's attitude poured out of my laptop speakers like hot maple syrup. On screen her own considerably huge butt was greedily spilling out of the sides and open portions of the back.

"So, I guess you were intimidated, huh?"

"EXCUSE ME?!!" Offscreen Renee paused allowing her to pivot in the chair giving me a shot of her powerful, defined stallion legs. Her aggressive body language read perfectly for a viewing audience.

"I-uhm, said you were intimidated; is that right?"

"INTIMIDATED OF WHAT?!!"Her outburst was jarring making me snatch the headphones from my ears momentarily.

"Why don't you tell us, Thunda? I-mean it was serious from the moment you two uhm, met."

"Man you don't know shit, you talking shit; and old girl was seriously out of pocket!! Look at me and then, look at her, seriously!! Your girl's delusional; how in the hell you think she's anything special fool?!! Obviously, she's the opening act for the main event!!" There was loud applause and female jeers from the salon sewing circle who were present at the time.

"Some people might say you intimidated because her ass is bigger?" I framed the passive insult as a question knowing the result.

"Nigga, you can take that fat chipmunk looking bitch-AND STEP!!" More uproarious laughter and peer commentary followed as I shifted the camera upward a bit catching Rashida's side.

I got her from the back as Renee worked on her hair also capturing her shoulder. Rashida was sitting there with one leg folded over the other, arm raised from the elbow upward into a defiant fist. Her bangle bracelets clinked as she spoke motioning with a raised finger, admonishing me.

"Why you mad?"

"Who's mad darling?" Background laughter continued as I pressed onward.

"Well uhm, you sound mad about it."

"About what?"

"Ms. WTF?"

"WHAT?" The building mirth from her clueless sewing circle provided perfect ambient chatter in the background.

Rashida Sikes was honestly just being herself. I hadn't told her beforehand that I'd be asking her questions. Honestly, I felt part of her attitude was based on the fact that I'd shown her the straight razors Shawnee usually kept on her person that afternoon. I was just trying to put things in perspective after their initial animosity but regretted it in hindsight. Now, I was cobbling this interview together knowing I'd be building on it later in the day.

"Miss-What-The-Fuck; that's what they call her Thunda." There was a long pregnant pause after I mentioned Shawnee's stage name.

"SHIT, THAT'S WHAT I SAID WHEN I SAW THAT BIAAATCH!!" The entire salon burst into uproarious laughter as a couple of the younger women fell from their seats rolling on the tiled floor. The atmosphere reminded me of some kind of shitty slumber party in respects.

"STEP OFF!!"

Rashida got cute standing up revealing her huge heart shaped badonkadunk to the camera. Visible from the small waist downward, her rear cleavage bulged and protruded from the bottom of her denim overalls. She popped a hip out at me slapping that cheek, before twerking for a few seconds to raucous applause. The clip abruptly ended as Jaquan appeared in the kitchen texting on his phone before noticing my work. He still looked wasted from Shawnee's blowjob.

"Aw shit bruh; what you got there?"

"Just a interview I shot the other day before you did your thing with Rashida; I'm sticking this on your scene with Shawnee."

"Why?"

"Partly because its comedy gold; but really because I want people to buy into the rivalry between Shawnee and Rashida. She's really going at Shawnee in this segment." I offered him my had phones watching as he listened to Rashida verbally savaging her rival.

"Man you crazy; you gonna have these bitches shooting at each other."

"Why do you think Renee wanted Shawnee to come over today; she's gonna squash this noise before it even goes online. I'm just setting the table Jaquan." He fished a bottle of water out of the fridge setting it down in front of me before getting one for himself.

"Don't you know anything; you can't put a bunch of women together and not expect shit to blow up in your face."

"That's why its gonna blow up in Renee's face."

"She orchestrating this shit; at some point she's gonna come up off this some kinda way. I mean she really don't like other women for the most part, and she's just kind of tolerated her best friend. Now she knows we fucked, so bets are probably off."

"Yeah that's fucked up; reminds me of that saying of hers about enemies." Both of us sat there remembering in tandem.

"We don't kill our enemies; we get our enemies to kill each other." We spoke at the exact same time repeating Renee's mantra.

"Yeah that's right cuz." He waxed nostalgic taking a sip of water from his bottle.

"Pardon me asking; but how are you still alive Jaquan?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know bruh; she doesn't want to talk about any of that shit and we're still sleeping together every night."

"Did you finally break her?"

"Not even man; listen, whatever happens just happens. As far as I'm concerned every moment I get with her and Daisy is precious."

"So you don't mind being pimped out as a stunt cock for these uh, movies?"

"I should be asking you that shit nigga; by the way, what're you gonna do when your mom gets back."

"I don't know, I was just winging it."

"Well you better figure something out quick; you know she stay up in your business. Maybe you should get your own place or something." I took a drink of water looking around the kitchen.

"Mintzy offered me this place."

"Don't wake up with a shotgun barrel in your mouth cuz." We downed our drinks together as my phone started ringing.

It was Yoli.

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I walked across the street right out of the alley finding her standing where I last saw her the night prior. Yoli was wearing a crop top black tee with the Twisted Sister logo on its chest Her wide hips were covered in this distressed stonewashed miniskirt which made her already long legs, appear even longer with feet covered in some ratty looking chucks. She was holding onto the fence bars for dear life as I got within five feet of her.

"So, spending the night at Renee's, huh?"

"Something like that, but its not what you think Yoli." She wasn't looking at me, just watching her former place of employment like some caged animal.

"Tell me what I'm thinking."

"I can't do that."

"Reasons?"

"Our recent history; so, what did you want to talk about?" Yoli still wasn't looking at me, just intently focused on Renee's salon.

"Man, I just wanted to see you; that's all I wanted for real. I thought you were at Jaquan's, but you came out of that alley on the side of the building, so that means Renee. I mean, you say you're not fucking her, so who are you fucking?"

"I am not fucking Rashida Sikes."

"Spoken like a true Bill Clinton." She scoffed looking at me finally. Her visage was strained in the same manner as our last face to face.

"I'm working on a project; it's business, nothing else."

"Why so secretive, we're just talking about fucking, right?"

"I guess." She made me feel like an idiot as I scratched the back of my head acknowledging the truth of the matter.

"How come you won't use me for your little project? My ass not fat enough for you, huh? Renee got you all spoiled with her fucking bitch ass tar baby? How come I'm not good enough for your little thing, and don't say shit about your cousin! I've turned myself over to be your fuck toy, so why you throwing me away, huh?"

"Look, I don't want this shit right now Yoli!"

"You don't want me because you've got that dookey ass thot; ain't that the truth of the matter?"

"NO ONE'S THROWING YOU AWAY, I'M WORKING!!"

"Just promise me that you won't ever fuck Rashida again." Yoli mumbled sparking my curiosity, but I didn't want to keep sparring with her.

"Hey, I'll call you, okay?" I started walking back getting into the crosswalk before she called after me.

"DON'T LET ME SEE YOU WITH THAT BITCH!!" I kept walking thinking about the likely outcome of a physical confrontation between them. Rashida would likely destroy the slight of build, Yoli. Still, her direct threat left me shook.

Renee's car was parked in the alley behind the building. I wasn't ready to see her right away after interacting. My mind tumbled over and over again weighing what was said between myself and Yoli. I thought about the fact that I'd caught her getting railed by my cousin Jaquan. Then I thought about how my cousin slid into my life with full transparency after said incident. Truthfully, their betrayal stabbed deep inside me when it shouldn't. All of this started with Renee Kelly's intimate introduction into my life and part of me felt it might've been revenge on his part.

Yoli was a grown woman no matter how flighty in the head. It was her decision to fuck my cousin and he was blood when it was all said and done. It wasn't fair of her to backdoor me into what seemed to be some kind of relationship. Still, all of her animosity seemed directed at Rashida Sikes, for some reason.