Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 10

(RECAP)

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.

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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 10

Featuring: Vicky Stone -41C-38-58 (22 years old)

Special Guest Star: Charity Gilbert-38F-29-39 (19 years old)

Carlie Kelly-36C-25-36 (20 years old)

Introducing: Phoebe -34DD-26-38 (28 years old)

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My heart leapt into my throat; I was kneeling upright in my bed filling up my window frame. There was no where I could go and no way to pretend like I wasn't home. I found myself cursing Tressie Fisher his sexual whack job sister remembering that he'd delivered a cake to my home the same day we were screwing around in the basement of my mother's church. I didn't know he was her brother at the time and Vicky Stone hadn't even come into being for me.

Yet here this creature was standing in my backyard still tossing pebbles up at my window with this satanic expression on his face. He literally looked possessed in my opinion with bleached pale skin dotted with freckles, this natural domino mask of pigmentation around his eyes. The guy had a fucking widows peak for Christ's sake.

Demon smiled up at me still tossing the pebbles one by one which hit the glass right where my face was until he was done. He motioned towards the backyard pointing down to the grass wanting me to come outside. I nodded in the negative. I was relieved momentarily when he walked away until he returned with a huge stone intending to break my bedroom window.

"HEY NO, DON'T DO THAT!! I'M COMING OUT!!" The motherfucker was already ready to pitch that rock at my face but stopped on a dime with this evil looking smile. He actually had the nerve to juggle the large rock instead as I waved off getting out of my bed.

"Ugly Freddy Krueger motherfucker' I ain't going out without a fight." I figured Vicky Stone sent him to beat me up for the perceived slight fueled by Renee's betrayal. I wasn't going out without a fight drawing a Louisville slugger from my closet.

I was done getting my ass kicked and Demon was gonna eat some wood. Also I was worried he might pop up when my mother was home. Carefully unlocking the door, I went out onto the porch peering around the corner of my house from the steps. Demon wasn't there, but I couldn't directly see into the backyard chaffing at the thought of walking back there and finding out.

"Hey, we got beef?" His voice came a distance away behind me. I turned finding Demon standing just outside of the hedges at the front of my house.

"Uh, huh?" I gulped and swallowed as he stood there still smiling evilly. I came to realize he wasn't so much smiling instead grimacing. It was the default expression on his face as he stepped out in front of my steps.

"What's up with the bat; is that really what you wanna bring to a gun fight nigga?" Demon was wearing a vintage members only jacket flannel shirt, jeans, and chucks. He opened the side of his jacket revealing what looked like a magnum in his waistline.

"Uhm, sorry." He was far enough that I could never reach him without taking a few bullets for my troubles.

"Man, put that shit back in your house and come around to the side." He lingered watching as I cautiously put the bat inside my doorway knowing he still had the drop on me.

I pulled the door up leaving it slightly ajar meeting him on the sidewalk at the side of my home. It felt like I was coming to a western shootout finding Demon standing in the middle of the pavement glaring at me. He raised a hand stopping me in my tracks keeping a little over five feet between us. I wished I could stop my right leg from trembling hoping he wouldn't notice.

"You hooked up with my sister Tressie, right?"

"Uh, yeah." I didn't know whether he'd spoke with his loopy, troubled sister also figuring Vicky snitched on me out of spite.

"She tell you about that motherfucking Pastor Grey?" His thumbs were buried in his waistline.

"Uh, I don't think so."

"Don't be that way little nigga; I could've plugged you a few times when you came out with that baseball bat come on, be honest." My heart started thumping hard in my chest thinking he was here to kill me for knowing too much.

"She told me a lot of stuff; I didn't believe her man." I figured my answer was middle of the road.

"Right, you keep that line of thought bruh. Look man, sometimes you gotta get dirty to get justice. I care about my sister, but she's got some issues. I'm sure you'd do anything to protect your mom, right?" It sounded like a threat.

"Hey man, don't do that shit; I fucked your sister and your girlfriend, I heard some shit, but don't fuck around with me about my mother. Just shoot me then, nigga."

There was no way I was taking another threat or even listening to this guy I'd never spoken to before.

"See, you understand me." Demon replied.

"So what." I countered meaning it despite the fact that he was armed.

"Hey man chill the fuck out, it's not that kind of situation; no hard feelings and I even brought you a peace offering."

Before I could say anything else stupid, Demon turned around walking down the sidewalk to his waiting Monte Carlo. He left the radio and high beams on, probably thinking the extra illumination would help him get the drop on me.

He walked to the passenger side of his car with his back to me leaving me momentarily wondering if I should bolt back to the house and lock myself inside. There was some mute whispering in dual harsh tones before Demon surprised me by whipping his belt out of his pants doubling it over his fist towards the passenger side of the car. He tried to yank the door open but found strong resistance as the door slammed two times with a loud heavy thud.

"GET YOUR TRASH ASS OUTTA MY RIDE BITCH!!" Demon snatched Vicky Stone from the front seat of his car with enough momentum to send her careening into my backyard fence. She had to use her hands to stop herself as Demon got behind the wheel.

"PUNK BITCH!!" She yelled back.

Instead of driving off, Demon got out of his car staring at her for a few minutes. He power walked over to Vicky turning her facing the fence laying in several swats from his belt across her big, jiggly butt until she was sobbing. He motioned towards me with the belt walking back to his vehicle speeding off into the night leaving us alone on the street. She favored her butt still wearing the outfit from earlier in the day at the park.

"Fuck you looking at, huh?"

"Good night."

"YEAH WELL, YOU BETTER RUN BEFORE I KICK OFF IN YOUR ASS!! YOU WALKING AWAY FROM ME?!!" Vicky was just making herself crazy at this point. I'd walked about two feet when she started bounding towards me with criminal intent. She stopped short when I turned back fist raised.

"Don't."

"OH YOU GONNA FIGHT ME?!!" Vicky looked crazed and surprised at the same time.

"I'm not taking another ass whipping today; You beat me up today and that's all you're getting Vicky. So yeah, I'll fight you if I have to because I'm not taking any more shit today." We stared at one another, her probably sizing me up and as suspected, Vicky got her fists up in a boxer's stance.

She came right at me like a raging bull barely giving me a second to get my hand up. She tried two glancing rabbit punches with her left hand, but I managed to bat them away angering her enough to come at me with a right. It glanced off my cheek as I pivoted unintentionally going into a boxer's stance as well. Both of us were doing this sort of bouncing dance of sorts spinning about on the sidewalk eyes locked on each other.

Vicky came in with an attempted roundhouse right but I got out of the way giving her a rough shove in the chest. This woman was thick and strong as a bull. I barely moved her but continued bopping and moving trying to stay off to her side. Her palm shot in swiping my nose, but I managed to make it collateral damage shoving her in the forehead.

"YOU SAID YOU'RE GONNA FIGHT; THEN KNUCKLE UP!!" She wanted some action and I suspected she might be somewhat three sheets to the wind from the look of her face. Vicky's features were flushed, eyes a bit reddened but that could have been from the public butt whipping Demon just gave her.

"YOU KNUCKLE UP; YOU'RE THE ONE ALWAYS HITTING PEOPLE!!" I shot back slapping away two more attempts on her part to rock and sock me. We were being utterly ridiculous dancing about in front of one another beside my house.

"YOU DESERVED IT!!" I barely ducked as that trusty big right hand just grazed the top of my head.

"BITCH, THE FIRST TIME WE MET, WE HAD A THREESOME; OR DID YOU FORGET THAT SHIT ALONG WITH YOUR FUCKING PANTIES?!!" We went back and forth doing this side to side stutter step as she closed the distance between us taking away the advantage of my reach.

"Oh, yeah that's right." Vicky stopped abruptly standing in front of me as if someone pulled her plug.

"I'm sure Tressie told your ass about what we were doing in the church basement, right Vicky?" I kept it moving slowing down a bit.

"Tressie's a freak; so uhm, you were REALLY FILMING YOURSELF with other girls, huh?!!" It seemed like a lightbulb came on over her head as I stopped moving looking at her profile.

"It's not exactly like that; well, kind of Vicky, but that had nothing to do with you until you pissed off Renee. I know how fucked up that shit looked; I accept that ass whipping you gave me in the park this morning; but that ain't happening no more! I'm sorry Vicky, really sorry okay?!! I'm going in now and we don't have to see each other anymore." I backed off cautiously hands raised as if she were pointing a weapon at my face.

"GET OVER HERE!!" Before I could even react, Vicky's right hand was grabbing my left shoulder with authority. I was swiped around in a sharp curve hitting my fence like a car crash. The post hit my ribs as she pressed in hard, her boobs mashed into my face.

"NO, STOP!!" I wrapped my arms around her waist using my weight to roll us vertically until I was in front of Vicky, her butt pressed into the fence now.

My head was right under her armpit leaving that arm across my back. She slapped it a few times getting no response from me. I had to press harder into her when she jostled trying to use the free hand. It appeared to all the world and passing traffic that I was struggling to contain a wild bull.

"Get off me." Vicky was breathing hard, gasping for air obviously gassed.

"Stop trying to hit me."

"Why don't you fight back then?"

"I don't wanna fight you; just wanna go in my house and we can call it a day." I was gassed too as Vicky pressed into me forcefully. I was hoping that she didn't realize one of her legs was right between mine. All she had to do was knee me in the family jewels.

"So you just gonna walk away from me, huh?"

"That's the idea."

"So uhm, I don't meet your fucking standard or what?!! I mean you got all those bitches, what you need me for, huh? I ain't good enough to be a part of your little stable, huh nigga?!!" I got indignant at this feeling like I was being gaslit.

"What the fuck are you talking about; I thought I was supposed to be your simp?!!"

"You were but then...well, you know."

"Know what Vicky?!"

Instead of answering me, we ended up jostling and wrestling against one another getting even more gassed in the process. Vicky finally realized where her right leg was situated raising it into my crotch. It wasn't her trying to knee me in the nuts, but more of a warning letting me know she could if she wanted.

"Man, you made me feel something, alright. I just wanna smash the fuck out of that light skinned bitch, but you made me get up in my feelings. I can't stand that shit; come on, get off me for real this time. I won't beat you up."

"You ain't gonna beat me up even if you want; I told you I'm tired of that shit. The fucking bar is closed Vicky."

"Just because of this morning?"

"Not just; some punks tried to beat the shit out of me a few hours ago and I almost got jacked up by the cops too." Her knee remained pressed against my balls despite the explanation, but she seemed to be calming down.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, so why don't you come back tomorrow and we can finish this shit; I'm tired as fuck. I've been through enough today bitch."

"You don't give a shit about me, huh?"

"You beat my ass."

"You cheated on me." Vicky shot back shakily as I partially relaxed my grip looking at her face. She'd definitely been drinking but seemed lucid enough.

"EXCUSE ME?!!"

"Well, since I caught feelings when your lite-brite bitch sent me those pics; it's kind of like you cheated on me whether we were actually going together or not." Her knee was still pressed against my junk, but we were glaring at one another.

"Either you knee my nuts and get your stomp on Vicky; or I'm going inside my house and you can fucking beat the shit out of yourself all night."

Somewhere off in the distance a large dog was incessantly barking. She was still stunningly beautiful under the streetlights beauty mark and all. Vicky lowered her knee going a bit slack in my arms.

"Damn, you had me fooled. I really thought you were a simp when we met because you had this crybaby look on your face when I told you not to sit next to me. Now, I see you're really one of those sneaky motherfuckers all up in a girl's panties before she even knows she likes him."

"Bullshit, we had a threesome Vicky. I know you were there with Tressie, I'm pretty sure I got all of this back here, bitch!"

I finally got a big heaping handful of her enormous jiggly butt squeezing with authority. My thumb accidentally slid underneath confirming tactilely that she wore no panties. I didn't let go maintaining a clawing handful.

"Oh, so now you gonna try to fuck?"

"Screw you, I'm out."

I let go ruefully backing off both hands raised. If she came at me again, we would earnestly fight, but she stood there sort of hunched over on my fence catching her breath.

"Hey!" Vicky called after me.

"GOODNIGHT VICKY!!" I was not in the mood, despite a raging erection straining against my jeans.

"Aw, can't a girl have a cup of water?" I turned back looking at her wearily making the sign of the cross with her hands, begging off.

"Stop fucking around."

"No I'm serious, can't you give a bitch a cup of water? My ankle hurt too, come on man, just a little cup of water. Don't spit in that shit either." She sounded like a whining kid as I watched her supporting her weight on my fence.

"Hate you."

I mumbled walking back wrapping an arm around her waist. Vicky reciprocated draping her arm across my shoulder as I helped her into my house. I took her straight to my bedroom sitting her down on the edge of the mattress.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate this."

"Shut up, don't touch nothing." I left her there getting a tall glass of ice water from the fridge but thought better of it pouring the liquid into a plastic cup instead. Vicky Stone like to use her fists to deal with emotional issues.

"Hey man, you got a microwave burrito or something, I'm hungry?"

"Shut up!" I snapped back from the kitchen tossing a small portion of some left over lasagna into the microwave.

"I owe you one." Vicky called back sounding distracted as I fished the bowl out after a minute or two.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" I found Vicky sitting in front of my laptop looking at one of the clips from Renee's stolen desktop.

"Chill, I was just looking at your shit; this translucent-type motherfucker is nasty." Her hatred for Renee Kelly was unending and radioactive as I placed the food down looking at the screen.

I was further embarrassed finding an extreme closeup of my own junk from the navel down just below my balls with Renee's knees in frame next to a very familiar bowl full of foamy green tinted cream. Renee Kelly was lathering me up with meticulous attention to detail. My endowment fattened on screen becoming erect as she worked. Both of us watched her work it into my skin before using a rag to clean the excess away.

"I thought you liked him?" Rashida's voice was heard in my speakers. Vicky unplugged the headphones beforehand.

"What's that got to do with anything; I got his written consent and he's been fucking around all over the place too. Just do what I told you; he ain't gonna wake up for a while."

Rashida's huge badonkadunk landed on my business like some dual fleshy UFO; Renee had the common courtesy to insert me as she squatted eventually sitting atop my cock. She started slowly riding me, but Vicky cut the clip short.

"Were you trying to get me hooked up into this shit?"

"Hell no." I answered confidently enough for her to believe me.

"I bet you were; you really are slick." She picked up the bowl starting to munch on the lasagna.

"Hey Vicky, you can eat this shit on the front porch and leave the dish there; I'm going to bed. It's been real, have a nice life and stop pummeling all of your potential suitors. Guys really don't like getting sucker punched."

"You really gonna kick me out?"

"Yeah."

Instead of moving, Vicky hit another clip which opened revealing Renee sitting on her couch in profile. She was looking at her phone. I got the impression this wasn't planned. It seemed as if she left the camera running.

"You gonna be okay?" Shawnee asked off screen.

"Well yeah, I've gotta be, right? This could've been avoided if that nigga made the right choice. He picked that funky redbone thot over me!! I asked him and he didn't say shit; he didn't have the balls to tell me he wanted that smelly thot!! What huh; did I fuck him too much or something? Just because its new, don't mean it's fresh!!"

Renee sounded dejected like some petulant, spoiled kid.