Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 09

I went to a second clip finding the tail end of a three on one blowjob between him, Rashida, Carlie, and a renewed Shawnee which ended with him ejaculating copious amounts of semen all over their collective faces.

The trio ended up equally glazed over blowing bubbles and laughing girlishly having the time of their lives. The spirit of hedonism was rampant in that second floor apartment as I found more clips one showing Shawnee laid out on her back legs spread high in the air with Carlie sitting on one pinning it down while Rashida took the other.

They were anchoring her to the floor while Andre plowed the hell out of her available orifices. Shawnee looked happy to be part of things and nothing more. I clicked on another finding Renee with her hair wrapped in a towel blushing before looking over her shoulder where Carlie was beating Andre's back out in the amazon position while he smoked another blunt.

At some point she lost her head wrap now covering her head with a Bulls baller cap that belonged to my cousin Jaquan. Andre was wearing my cousin's mirror shades in complete nirvana content to let himself be plowed while he smoked. Renee was in frame looking proud of her little cousin signaling it with a shrug.

Even more telling was the next to final clip in the scene which revealed Shawnee wearing nothing but her pink tank top on all fours with her massive ass rising high above her shoulders, a pronounced arch in her lower back letting Andre viciously have his way with her from behind.

He was fucking away at her enormous derriere with sledge hammer proficiency as the sound of his pelvis slamming into her butt filled my headphones with wet audible claps. I was sure he was going raw in her backdoor because she couldn't take it anywhere else.

Shawnee Thompson was casually texting on her I-phone throughout it all with a bored look on her face. Renee and Rashida's legs from the thighs down were visible giving me the impression they were standing over the former couple watching.

"UGH, TAKE ALL THIS NUT CHIPMUNK BITCH!!" Andre blasted several waves of cum all over her olive colored cheeks, and she could have cared less.

He appeared to take exception to this flicking his penis getting some to hit her chubby left cheek. Shawnee stopped playing on her phone dabbing up the spunk rubbing it between her fingers examining its consistency before rearing up on all fours glancing back at him.

Andre didn't expect her to backhand him with authority. The sound of her knuckles swiping across his face was audible. He went over headfirst on his side with a thud.

"Sorry." He apologized timidly as the clip ended.

There was one last clip in that particular scene but I hesitated starting to instinctively organize it into a folder for editing. I couldn't help myself knowing that I'd want to see it assembled despite all that happened. I started to organize all of the material on the portable hard drive taking time to go into the kitchen for a break noticing it was pitch black outside the kitchen window.

The street lights were on as I checked my phone finding that I'd been watching this four on one reverse gangbang for a little over two hours. I walked to the living room sipping a can of apple juice looking through the peep hole in my front door at the stoop. It seemed mom was spending the night with her boyfriend leaving me with the house for the night.

I still felt overwhelmed from watching the scene which I assumed was never meant to be seen in that manner, or at least edited heavily. Renee would never have shown me those clips after gauging my response to her villainous actions over the last few weeks. The fact that she turned up with her daughter and Jaquan spoke to her sense of urgency in retrieving what we both knew to be a smoking gun.

Thanks to mom, I now knew what was being held over Jaquan's head this whole time. Everything Renee did was premeditated and well thought out. I strolled back down the corridor to my room pondering her endgame beyond my expulsion. She got rid of Yoli, collared and controlled Rashida, built up and broke Shawnee before expunging me from her inner circle.

Now, I knew why after watching her interact with Andre.

I went back to my laptop clicking on the last portion of the scene shot that night. I was surprised to find myself looking at Renee's apartment again feeling an instant twinge of emotion at the familiar sight. Her living room was brightly lit and I noticed a bottle of champagne in the foreground hearing some light chatter amid little girlish snickering.

"Thinkin Bout You" by Frank Ocean wafted through Renee's apartment as all four women lounged in the buff on her white rug. For some reason I found this oddly reminiscent of The Last Supper watching the nude women in fellowship with one another.

Carlie was laying on the end closest to the camera, her head wrap reapplied with the little ball of fabric above her forehead. Renee Kelly was next casually lounging resting her chin on her fist internally waxing poetic with her hair down cascading over her shoulders. Rashida was in the process of emptying a wine glass of champagne while Shawnee was last back to nonchalantly texting on her phone.

All of the women were laying nude on their stomachs.

"Tonight was the bomb; thanks cousin." Carlie waxed nostalgic glancing at Renee.

"You're family, and you know how we do it around here. I got nothing but love for you Carlie; that's why I'm passing all this to you. Hey, you wanna make this something we do every now and then?"

"Fuck yeah, I can barely feel my legs right now."

"Tell me about it girlfriend, I'm gonna be sitting on a pillow for the rest of the week; Andre lit me up. I didn't think anybody could handle my big ass."

Renee and Carlie listened to Rashida's endorsement with whimsical smiles on their faces before all three turned to Shawnee who's face was devoid of emotion.

"Niggas ain't shit."

Rashida, Renee, and Carlie registered Shawnee's reaction faces going static for a few moments before all of them burst into uproarious girlish laughter.

Rashida brought her palm down on Shawnee's enormous bare ass with a loud slap that echoed across the living room as Carlie perked up with a new thought. She nudged Renee getting her attention motioning towards the camera.

"What, I like filming everything."

"Well okay, but what about Andre?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you've been filming all night; we've pretty much emptied him out, but you know, we been using his real name on camera this whole time."

"So what?"

"You said we need to use aliases, remember? I was thinking we could like, call him Andre 13.5 Renee."

"13.5, I don't get it?" Rashida replied, brow furrowed.

"That's how big his dick is; remember we measured it last time." All of the women sans Shawnee burst into laughter again, Rashida filled her glass again as they calmed down.

"Nah, that's stupid." Shawnee replied noncommittedly attracting the other women's attention.

"OH YEAH, THEN WHAT WOULD YOU CALL HIM, HUH?!" Rashida thuggishly challenged.

"Mister D." Everyone glanced at one another silently.

They burst into laughter including Shawnee who unknowingly reestablished herself as Ms. WTF?!! amongst her peers. She wasn't the girl I'd discovered lounging her life away on a couch or this way too eager to please sycophant of Renee Kelly. She was now a fully realized version of her alter ego, Ms. WTF?!! for real now. I was about to click off the clip when Renee suddenly perked up glancing over her shoulder towards the corridor.

"HOW WE DOING BACK THERE?!!" A rough edit followed.

The jump cut was quick and jarring suddenly giving me an up close and personal view with this tight looking compact bubble butt. It had a rubbery look to it offset by the slight discoloration created by panties that usually covered it. You'd think it shallow if not for the moderately deep gluteal cleft that made it look like a baby big butt not fully expanded to its full potential. There was a straight line that informed the under cuff over these perfect looking thighs not overly big, just right. The waist above was cinched enough to make it a slight heart.

"Carlie."

I was frozen in place wondering about the significance of shooting her cousins butt in such a close up when the camera continued its sideways journey revealing a very familiar sight. The tiny waist smoothly flowed into decadently rounded hips, my eyes following the outline which informed dual forty five degree angles that tapered off into full womanly thighs. I found two slight dimples I'd never noticed before in the small off her back with the high beginning of a deep gluteal cleft I always longed to run my tongue through but never did.

That cleft created to overly large teardrop shapes wedged tightly together, the whole informing a perfect heart shape, rich for the probing eye. I knew that forty five degree also from another angle sort of forming its own little shelf until you reached an equally deep under cuff, but two rounded shapes separated by a perfect negative space in the form of a diamond. Everything there was natural, perfect a feast for the eyes. You could slightly make out the puffy looking peach me and others happily feasted upon. The milky pallor made everything ghostly and ethereal.

"Renee."

Next were two rich chocolate globes akin to twin boulders fighting for dominance, both a two sizes and a half bigger than basketballs, extremely full and packed. The waist above looked especially tiny leading upward to an upper body that seemed to belong to another woman. There was a pronounced trench running down the center of her back that signified the position spine just under the skin. So prominent and huge were those cheeks, a bit of her lower back and its subsequent "J" shaped arch was hidden in this prone view.

If you looked real close you'd find that she had this horizontal lattice of stretchmarks across the halves that emanated from the cavernous valley that ran in a slightly jagged line separating those cheeks. Her undercuff was equally deep and intrusive hiding the tops of her thighs under extra meaty flaps that formed the bottom of her buttocks collectively. The monstrous thighs in frame were ridiculously powerful looking. The owner was truly a stallion, thunderous. There was no escaping the thunderous shelf-like swell that you could set objects on, with no problem whatsoever.

"Rashida."

Finally, the camera settled on an ass so huge and immense, it looked like a living mattress in the prone position. Its sheer size overwhelmed the frame with the ends slightly cut off even though the person holding the camera seemed to have backed up a bit. This wasn't the shapeless mass of flesh you'd find on some morbidly obese woman, but literal twin mountains of light olive colored magnificence with a underlying smidgen of red that provided a uniqueness to the tone.

This Latin woman's waist was sufficiently wide enough to support the excessive wealth of flesh that followed with a cavernous cleft that skewed wide into this little inversion shaped like and upside down teardrop shaped indentation. It was an odd bit of implied rear cleavage at the top of her back just under the nerdy tramp stamp written in Klingon.

Taken as a whole in one viewing this was a living globe spilt right down the middle into the oak like thighs that gave way to surprisingly well defined, shapely calves and tiny feet. That last bit of information came from memory as the frame was barely able to accommodate the lowest portion of her waist, the expansive swell of her cheeks squeezing in the blocky undercuff that spilt into the junction where her thighs began.

If the previous donk was able to easily hold a few objects, you'd have no problem setting a table full of items on this thing. She didn't have a shelf back there, more of a dresser completely full with slight bits of cellulite visible in the deep cleft and bits of those oak tree thighs. There was only one thing you could say when presented with it.

"What the fuck Shawnee."

Before I could react there was another jump cut returning me to Carlie's tight little buns with the cameraman's huge cock in frame manically stroking as bursts of cum began to fleck and rain down onto her compact cheeks. She arched a bit getting some on her tight little peach as he followed the line of succession getting some sustained bursts on Renee's fifty inches of heart shaped perfection.

She squirmed a little kind of twerking making the lower half of her cheeks jiggle as he moved to the next woman. Rashida was full on twerking, making her huge cheeks clap with stereo quality loudness. The camera man was audibly heard struggling with his member jerking harder than before as a few thick ropes created a lattice of crisscrossed lines on those buns the consistency of cake icing.

While some of his spunk was pooling deep into Rashida's crack, the point of view settled on Shawnee sarcastically smirking, flushed a little bit in mute challenge. His hand left his endowment long enough to wave at her earning a chuckle that made her look positively juvenile. The poor guy's hand went back to his wilting junk jerking away amid light giggling from the other girls as Shawnee flattened out presenting her own IMAX sized cheeks beginning to twerk.

She was able to match Rashida's motions exactly, but the volume of her derriere made things appear slow motion on camera.

"Shit, fuck; you guys stop fucking with me; HUH, HUH, SHIT I'M DOING MY BEST!!" Jaquan's voice filled my headphones along with their laughter and jeers. Shawnee buried her face in the carpet giggling uncontrollably.

"I got your back bruh." Andre 13.5, a.k.a the newly christened Mister D, stepped into frame right over Shawnee stroking his member which appeared to be coated with some of Renee's homemade lubricant.

Several powerful ropes of cum exploded from the spade shaped head of his penis essentially hosing his ex-girlfriend down in dramatic fashion. The sight of this instinctively motivated Jaquan who managed a few gooey ropes of his own adding to what can only be described as an epic deluge. Her enormous derriere was glistening in the light bukkake defiled to oblivion.

There were literal chunks of congealed ejaculate floating on the surface of her cheeks, some pooling between her inflated thighs likely running down soiling the plush white carpeting. Shawnee didn't seem pleased about Andre stepping in refusing to look at him picking up her phone again. Rashida reached over emphatically taking the phone getting a evil glare from Shawnee.

"Come on Ms. WTF; you know how it is bitch." Rashida reasoned still smiling.

Both girls leaned over giving each other a peck on the lips. It was innocent enough as they separated smiling at one another.

"Niggas ain't shit." Shawnee glibly replied as Renee and Carlie snickered.

I sat back arms folded waiting for the inevitable jump cut which came without hesitation revealing all of the women laying there on their stomachs facing the camera, butts soiled. Jaquan and Andre were in the background watching visible from the chest down, just out of focus. Both of them were wearing their birthday suits as I focused on Renee's symmetrical face exclusively.

"Bye." She waved meekly as the clip ended.

It was an ending to be sure, but I wasn't satisfied.

At this point nothing was off the table when considering the machinations involved in doing so much dirt behind my back. It was humiliating, emasculating leaving me reeling emotionally for the second time as I stared at Renee's symmetrical beauty frozen on my laptop computer. I found myself wondering what her plans were knowing I'd put her on blast with Yoli's parents, the Van Allens.

In particular I was given the impression that Mrs. Van Allen would be coming for Renee like a force of nature which also meant my cousin Jaquan by proxy. Now that I knew about the matter of his forfeited parental rights, things were complicated. I withdrew Mr. Van Allen's card from my wallet but stopped short of calling him up. It was the middle of the night afterwards.

"Huh?" It was quiet in my bedroom as I heard something hitting my window.

I would've shrugged it off but it continued at my back window over my bed. I swiveled in my chair staring at the window listening. These little pings continued making me realize someone was tossing pebbles at my window. The first thing that came to mind was Renee Kelly.

I got up feeling a mixture of emotion wondering if she was back to investigate whether I'd made a copies of her content. I leaned over my bed yanking the curtain back with the intent of yelling something at her. She had to be standing in my backyard. That's what my window faced as I got the shock of my life.

Demon was standing in my backyard with a handful of pebbles that he continued tossing at my window pane.

...to be continued.

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Author's Notes:

Character: Demon first appears in BIG TIT DERBY 5X5 CH. 03

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Lately I've been catching some flack for the depiction of my main characters in these stories with some readers citing a lack of masculinity and take charge esthetic to their actions. Well, I'd like to assure you that most, if not all of my characters are wholly masculine.

Consider the stories themselves as a journey, albeit the "Hero's Journey" which is composed of a three story character arc. Something has to happen that drives the narrative story forward. There must be adversity, an issue to be overcome while fostering character development.

Largely the actions of my female characters drive these stories forward allowing readers to join the main character experiencing his trials and tribulations. I can't just write a simple "fuck story" guys. It just blows up while I'm writing.

Plain and simple, most people don't start out fully formed; for lack of a better term, most guys do go through a "simp phase" before finding themselves.

At the end of the day just remember, its only fiction.

Thank you for reading these stories; I really appreciate it and the comments as well. Take care everyone.

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