Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 07

"SAMU DAMBAR DUNIYARKA KASAN NAN KA SHIRYA NI!!" Akemi half snarled. I rolled the condom onto my penis as she glared pissed that I didn't become a slobbering savant at the immediate site of her nudity.

Both of my hands came down in a loud clap on the compact roundness of her hips causing Akemi to twist at the waist looking as if she might strike me, teeth bared. Her slit was somewhat odd, larger length wise with visible folds of a lighter shade. Her labia parted revealing a rich internal pinkness dead center of those folds that hungrily accepted the tip of my cock. Her cunt was molten hot on just the tip, tantalizing enough that the rest of my crown slid inside finding stern resistance.

The tightness whether natural or a byproduct of her fitness regimen, was incredible feeling pneumatic and addictive enough that a third of me almost stabbed inside. I felt a sliver of pain like my member was bending as Akemi watched over her shoulder, teeth gritted from the intrusion. Her back rolled and flexed as I found the rest of myself inside up to the hilt.

"Damn, you're uhm, really tight Akemi." I admitted under my breath.

She arched her back curving her spine making the back of her head nearly touch my forehead, then popped her hips sending a jolt through my member. I grabbed at her butt finding it akin to a defiant muscle trying to get control of the situation as she rolled, bucked, and popped her hips driving that ass into me. Her movements were serpentine leaving me to keep up with her sexually.

Akemi began making these labored gasps that sounded like she was in pain, sounded like was having a bullet removed or something. Her dusky pallor contrasted sharply with my standard brown color as she ground me to hamburger. This fleshy sleeve appeared on every outward stroke clinging desperately to my cock until I forced these excess folds back inside her athletic body. I managed to find a rhythm which seemed to infuriate her.

Akemi grunted shoving her butt into my crotch in these disjointed jerky movements intended to speed things along. After a few minutes, I just stood there letting her do all the work starting to whine and grunt from the exertion. My eyes were focused on the sight of my cock being engulfed by this weird fleshy accordion sleeve. It was disconcerting visually but felt heavenly as she began to push and hold for second long intervals.

Akemi was starting to feel it dropping down flattening her palms on the couch cushions. She lost a range of motion allowing me an opening which I took wholeheartedly. Akemi shrieked when I started pounding and blowing her back out. That sleeve thing didn't appear again as I fucked to cum and nothing more. I covertly rolled the condom halfway down leaving the covered half inside.

The audible slaps of our bodies became audible as I went harder trying to get her to curse me out or call me a racial slur in her language. Her entitled attitude extended to her sexual presence with the sole kiss presenting her apple bottom like some prize possession afterwards.

Akemi was feeling every stroke mumbling, whimpering, and whining as slammed into her from behind. She tried to reassert herself arching her back and twisting back into the base of my endowment. One of my hands slid up cupping a breast, but she slapped it away. The stinging sensation of that slap prompted me to go hard in the paint on her barely jiggling butt getting me across the finish line ten minutes later.

Several ropes of ejaculate began glazing over those muscular cheeks in waves. I was a massive load of spunk that even pooled in her lower back. Some of it was drizzling down into the deep crack of her butt. Akemi rocked back and forth cooing and mumbling to herself looking back over her shoulder at my progress.

She decided to do her best twerk splashing a bit of my spunk about. Akemi straightened up kneeling on the couch as she noticed the missing condom. She reached down between her legs drawing a full condom from her tight snatch holding it up for me to see.

"Sorry, your pussy is so tight."

"OF COURSE IT'S TIGHT YOU DOM FUK; TAKE THIS NASTY THING AND DISPOSE OF IT!" Her attitude was unchanged as I took the condom disposing of it in the toilet. Thinking ahead, I returned with a warm hand towel wiping down her tight bubbled butt.

I didn't look at her face but made sure to meticulously clean her cheeks and cunt which gradually evolved into a sort of massage separated by the cloth. Akemi got into it going into a prone position on the couch. Eventually the towel ended up on the floor as I pried her cheeks apart wanting another go at that large slit. Those excess folds didn't seem so odd now but were still a curiosity.

Her cheeks were a hand and a half larger, resilient against my probing fingers. Akemi seemed to like the feel of my hands visibly relaxing allowing me to spread her apart even more. She was wetter than before easily taking a few plunging fingers moaning softly. I rolled on another condom with the intent of mounting her in a pushup position.

"No." She stiffened up when I pressed against her opening.

"Oh, we're done?"

"Use the other; my farji is sore; use the other." I was surprised at the request, prying her cheeks apart to find that she was "experienced" with anal sex.

"I'll get some lube."

"No, you will not put fucking chemicals inside me Akata; come bring yours up here. I will take care of it." Akemi took half of my prick in a sloppy affair that lasted long enough to sufficiently lubricate the condom. Her sexual habits leaned towards doing only enough to get what she wanted.

She was more or less, a lazy fuck.

Taking the back door was a revelation of her latent proclivities as she flexed perfectly around my invading unit. I was probably a little above average but had no doubt my cousin Jaquan made good use of her tight bubble butt during their time.

This theory was born out as I had no problem pounding her defiant buttocks into mush. Akemi rolled and ground back into my efforts with renewed enthusiasm. My hands which were on either side of her were captured by the thumbs as she parted her legs a bit allowing me to really give it to her.

She seemed to know exactly when to raise her hips meeting my thrusts as wet claps of sweaty flesh permeated the room. Her athletic legs parted even more until I was wedged between them as her solid butt bounced up into me fiercely. I was suddenly of the idea that anal was her preferred sexual method as she bobbed and twisted under me. Akemi was stroking my shaft feverishly rotating and popping her hips into my pelvis triggering an impending climax.

"Oh fuck, wannan beben ass nigga shine yake kawo ni!! Ina jin sa a cikin gindi na!! Kada ku daina lalata ni!! Neveer ya daina lalata da ni nigga!!" Akemi seemed to use her native language whenever she felt awkward.

In that instant I filled my second condom to the brim with thick jizz as she shivered and vibrated beneath me, toes curled. I locked my limbs straightening my back right above her as the claps got louder and louder while she gasped loudly. Inspired in the middle of her feverish climax, I decided to help Akemi out by reaching down to diddle her clit.

The resultant, labored groan and uncontrollable wriggling of her legs caught me off guard. I backed off kneeling between her legs as Akemi reached down finishing herself with three finger buried in her snatch. The couch cushions were soaked through and she was visibly creaming. She eventually settled down, breathing hard.

"Akata dom fuk, get off my legs."

She curled up into a ball as I sat on one side of the couch, the unsoiled cushion. Both of us rested there sexually addled post coitus. The filled condom was still dangling from the end of my penis as Akemi righted herself staring at me expectantly.

"What?" I shrugged.

"It is acceptable to weep before me; I have taken away your sad virginity. It is acceptable to graciously thank me for this favor and now you can deny me nothing." I almost facepalmed.

"I think I'm gonna hold it in Akemi; uhm, no man wants a woman to see him cry. I don't know what I'm gonna do after this life changing event. Suddenly I don't wanna read comics, play video games, or collect action figures anymore. I'll never be the same again; oh why oh why did you take my virginity, Akemi?" She was smiling as I blatantly trolled her.

"Perhaps there is an older male in your family who can show the rest of the way to be a man. I suppose you can move off Jaquan's couch and find a job at the local McDonalds. In time you will come to cherish this opportunity I have given you." She seriously believed the hype, actually rubbing my back.

"You won't be there for me Akemi; won't marry me?"

"Oh no dom fuk Akata; this great favor should hold you for a time. Someone like you must be with a fat woman." I hunched over hiding my face in my hands as she stupidly lectured me. I was grinning like a jackal.

"OH NO I'M FEELING IT; WHAT WILL I DO NOW?!!"

"Therapy lots of it, Akata." With that, Akemi got up disappearing into my bathroom for a quick shower.

I was glad she was momentarily gone laughing my ass off drowned out by the sounds of the shower. I was kind of grateful for the intrusion and subsequent tryst because it took my mind off things. I decided to play along as she returned wrapped in a towel. She dropped the towel sliding back into her panties as I sat watching. There was this pensive expression on her face as she turned to me holding her minidress.

"Now that I have given you the greatest gift in your life, you can refuse me nothing."

"Oh, I can't?"

"No, you are now my beech neega; I have power over you." She explained being "sprung" in her own unique way as I stared back unfazed.

"Well uhm, sure okay if you say so Akemi." She picked up my phone staring at its face before plunking it down into my palm with a defiant air about her person, clunky seduction notwithstanding.

"CALL THAT NEEGAA JAQUAN!"

"Right now?"

"YES I WANT TO MAKE HIM AWARE OF WHAT HAS BEEN DONE WITH HIS DOM FUK COUSIN!! I WANT TO SEE HIS DESPAIR BEFORE I ORDER HIM TO RETURN HERE AND KISS MY ASS!!" I couldn't deny her retarded regality. Her arrogance wasn't so much off putting at this point as it was simply humorous.

"Okay Akemi; if that's what you want." I did her one better dialing up my cousin on facetime. Jaquan picked up immediately.

"HEY CUZ, WHAT'S UP?!!" Upon hearing his voice emanating from my phone, Akemi plopped down beside me with an arm around my shoulders. I was still in the buff, leaving my bare chest visible.

"LOOK WHAT I HAVE DONE WITH YOUR DOM FUK COUSIN JAQUAN!!" She had this crazy glib expression on her face meant to stick it to my cousin, but he didn't react.

"Oh, what have you done?"

"I FUCK HIM!! I FUCK HIM GOOD AND TAKE AWAY HIS SAD VIRGINITY, NEEEGAAA!! NOW YOU WILL UNDOUBTEDLY CRY ABOUT THIS EXPERIENCE!!" Akemi was malevolently congratulating herself believing she was sticking it to my cousin.

"Is this true cuz?"

"Yeah."

"Alright cool." He replied without verbal malice, half smirking.

"WHAT-DID YOU SAY NEEGA?!! I TELL YOU I FOK YOUR DOM FUK COUSIN AKATA!! I FOK HIM GOOD BEECH NEEGA!!" Akemi leaned in irate at his lack of response trying to snatch the phone from my hands, but I held fast to my phone.

"What's going on over here?" Renee's glib face appeared on the face of the phone staring back at both of us. Akemi's eyes became big pools of white finally confronted with what she considered the other women.

"I lost my virginity today, Renee." I confessed continuing to troll Akemi.

"Oh, is that right?"

She tilted the phone allowing both of us to see Jaquan's bare chest as she took a seat in his lap. Renee's own sloping 36D cups were visible, nude. We realized both of them were naked as well, Akemi looked utterly shocked to her core at her polar opposite.

"Yeah, I cried and everything." I continued noticing her pale cheeks ruddy from the inherent humor of my situation. Renee cupped my cousin's chin giving him a deep, soulful kiss that made Akemi suddenly shriek like a banshee.

"WHAT-THE-FOK, NEEGAAA?!! ZAN SAMU DAN UWANA DAN INA SHIGAKA!! ZAN YANKA WATA BUDURWAR KU TA KASHE KADAN NEGRO!! SANI WACECE CUTAR DA NAKE!!" Akemi snatched the phone out my hands screaming into its face.

"You kids have fun now."

Renee and Jaquan ended the call together. Akemi spiked my phone on the floor frantically squeezing into her minidress. There was no doubt she was devastated putting the dress on backwards.

"Told you Akemi." I wagged a finger.

"FOK YOU AKATA!!" I tried to dodge it, but she kicked me in the left shin scrambling to the front door like she was on fire. Akemi was so flustered that she struggled with the door handle becoming hysterical starting to cry loudly.

"Hey, let me help you with that." I started to get up.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME, I HATE YOU BEECH NEEGA!!" She was so distraught, she held up two fingers making the sign of the cross for a few seconds, before managing to get the screen door open. Akemi bolted along the side of the house, sobbing audible for a few fleeting seconds.

"Told you." I commented retrieving my phone.

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Later in the afternoon, I finally managed to log onto the website finding it awash in activity. My activity was prompted after checking Shawnee and Rashida's social media pages. Chi Town Thunda's faux interview in the salon was blowing up as I read a number of disparaging comments directed at Rashida.

I noticed links which I clicked that led to a world star type site and randomly posted clips of the street fight between Rashida and Yoli. It was filmed from a safe distance, but you could make out her face a bit before Yoli turned it to mush. The comments section on this page was particularly brutal. I followed that link around the net, finding different versions shared across multiple platforms.

"Damn, this is bad." Rashida was being roasted.

Shawnee's now iconic TIK TOK video was being badly emulated by a number of male and female impersonators. The hyperlinks on that page led me into this internet rabbit hole that prompted me to call up Renee. It was well after three, so I wasn't surprised when the calls went straight to voicemail. I remembered Shawnee and Andre's afternoon appointment with Ms. Kelly calling up Rashida instead.

"Hello."

"Hey Rashida, I'm just checking up on you." There was some coughing on the other end of the line and a bit of movement.

"What you want?"

"I was concerned." I didn't want to mention the online activity hoping I'd get some tangential information.

"You don't care about me; you let your girlfriend beat my ass all over that fucking alley last night. Why didn't you tell me you were dating her, huh? What do you want nigga?! I got blood clots in my mouth and my right eye is bloodshot!! You don't care!! Don't you dare bend the knee to me again because I'll kick your fucking head off!! YOU LET HER DO THAT TO ME, YOU, AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!! DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!!"

"RASHIDA I DO CARE, YOLI'S IN JAIL!! I TOLD THE COPS WHAT SHE DID!!" My heart was racing as Rashida started losing her composure. Someone snatched the phone away from her as she continued losing it.

"Hello who is this?"

"I'm a friend of Rashida; I was worried about her."

"She can't have no calls right now; fuck off." The unknown person slammed the phone in my face.

I sat at the table for a long time after that completely shook. It was a mistake to call her so early but now I knew to keep my distance if another meeting between us were in the cards. I wasn't culpable for the animosity between her and Yoli. That incident was born out of a stalker's infatuation with Renee Kelly. Chi Town Thunda's page was alive with activity and I ran through the comments finding and deleting some of the links to that fight video.

It was futile but I had to try something. I cross referenced the activity between pages finding a perfect storm that eventually overtook me. She was popular but was in danger of becoming a laughing stock because of the fight. I had to find some way to balance the scales. I instinctively called Renee again, but the call went to voicemail.

This caused me to feel like an idiot for coming up with the rivalry idea in the first place. Renee's words the night prior came back to haunt me in dramatic fashion. I regretted launching the website with her in hindsight. My mentor in all things feminine and salacious proved to be ten steps ahead once again, if not more. There had to be some way to make things right with Rashida, but I didn't know what that would be.

My internal devil's advocate played back the memories of her hubris upon meeting Shawnee Thompson for the first time juxtaposed with her recount of the first time she'd been humiliated online in front of her subs. It turned out to be her boyfriend tipped off by Yoli. The emotional damage was real coupled with the fact that a smaller, lithe woman considered beneath Rashida in every way possible, bested her.

"Hello?" My phone started ringing again.

The other side of the line clicked off in my face. I checked it finding an unknown number as a number of texts followed containing various emojis. I tried to call back getting an automated prompt telling me the other party hadn't set up their email yet. More texts started coming in like wildfire before I opted to block the number.

I ran through my emails cleaning out my inbox finding one from Tressie Fisher for some "Youth Social" at my mother's church.

I'd shot some stuff with her for my page in the early days before Renee Kelly became a staple in my life. I shuddered at memories of the first disturbed woman I'd slept with realizing she was a karmic test before I happened upon Yoli. She was supposedly the golden child at my mother's church destined to become a pastor with her own successful congregation.

However it turned out that her parent's best wishes were marred after making a Faustian deal with said church to bury some horrendous sexual misconduct with a former pastor. Tressie blackmailed me into shooting a scene inside the church wanting me to release it on the site to humiliate her mother and the establishment.

"Fuck that noise." I deleted the email.

I ordered a pizza, watched two movies, and checked my phone for messages which never came. Renee was really exploring her creative side lately. I checked Shawnee's Instagram finding a new set of photos. Some included Andre faceless in a classic pose with him standing behind her with his hands on her sloping belly. Her hands were covering her small breasts.

Renee really brought out the best in Shawnee earning the glib Puerto Rican's trust. In a very short time she learned to shoot Ms. WTF for maximum effect. The bottom heavy amateur model's hair was done in this jazzy looking mohawk with flat twisted sides. Shawnee was truly a plaything, some sort of living doll for Renee Kelly. I got inspired from these pics opening my editing bay.

I pulled up the footage I'd shot after returning from the grocery store where Jaquan intentionally stranded me to have first dibs at Ms. WTF. I downloaded the first set of pics from her first shoot with Renee creating a flashing montage of images to the opening strains of Lil Wayne's "She Will" that ended with her personalized logo.

I really didn't have any footage leading up to the impromptu sex scene shot using a chest harness, so it ended up being this twenty minute POV scene of Shawnee's massive ass getting judiciously railed with only my abdomen and endowment visible. I cropped it at certain points giving the illusion of multiple shots before the grand finale as I blasted the lower portion of her donk into milky oblivion. I watched it a couple of times wondering who would end up the bigger star before moving onto my next project.