Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 10

"OH THIS FEELS SO VERY NICE; I NEVER KNEW!! Oh yes, all the girls always said it was like pulling teeth trying to get guys down there to eat but, OH, YOU'RE DOING IT!! YOU'RE LICKING MY PRIVATES LIKE THE NASTY MOVIES!! OH-CRAP, OH CRAP YOU'RE BEING DIRTY AND MAKING MY COOCHIE SO WET!!" I almost laughed into her holiest of holies.

"OH, OH!! OH SHEESH!! I CAN'T BELIEVE!! CRAP THIS FEELS AMAZING!! WOW MAN!! OH IT'S SO DIRTY AND TABOO HERE IN MY KITCHEN!! YOU'RE BEING SO LOUD AND IT'S EXCITING!! I LIKE IT!! OH DARNET!! OH SHEESH!! AW FUH!! FUH, I'M FUH!! IT'S STARTING TO GET!! AAAWW FUCK!! OH SHIT!! FUCKING EAT IT!!" I'd found the key to the mental door holding back all of that backed up blue language as Phoebe's legs bounced on the edge of the counter.

"SUCK THAT SHIT!! EAT IT YOU DIRTY MAN!! OH FUCK, YOU'RE MAKING ME!! MAKING ME FEEL!! AW SHIT I'M GONNA BURN IN PERDITION FOR THIS!! WOW, THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD!! AW, LET'S BE REAL GOOD FRIENDS FROM NOW ON!! MOTHER MUTHA THA FUCK?!!" My thumbs were holding her labia opened so that I could get at her inner grooves using this wavy motion, abruptly shifting to the junction where her thighs met her legs. I nibbled that sensitive spot intermittently swirling the tip of my tongue on it until she squirmed almost falling from the counter.

"OH FUCK!! SHIT!! SHIT KEEP DOING THAT!! I LIKE IT!! I LIKE IT SO MUCH!!"

Phoebe flopped around in the counter starting to crest again nibbled on that tiny spot like I was eating corn on the cob. I went for broke biting down on that secret spot when Phoebe's hand shot down slapping at her entrance with intervals of frantic rubbing of her own clit. I was surprised, but the lady knew what worked for herself.

Phoebe was visibly oozing a glazed stream of wetness soiling the seat of her compromised panties in increasing waves until it ran off the counter in front of me. Seriously, this was a miniature water fall of sorts as she moaned and whined making me rock hard.

I couldn't wait a moment longer standing upright between her legs as she rubbed herself to oblivion. Phoebe manifested the ugly cry face, flushed to the max in a way that I'd never seen before. I decided to add a little extra to the proceedings pushing two fingers into her cunt.

"Shit, I can barely get a finger inside." Her inner walls were puffed up undulating and pulsing as Phoebe continued frantically rubbing her clit.

She was desperate to get herself off at this point. I tried pushing a finger inside making her flinch a little bit before returning to her cunt proper. Her essence was everywhere making things messy between the thighs. Ironically, this was similar to Tressie Fisher making me wonder about all the possible trim I'd missed out on with these church girls.

Maybe deep down, most of them were undercover freaks willing to get down and dirty with the right amount of discretion. Phoebe's eyes were tightly shut, mouth opened with breathy moans and barely audible mutterings in what amounted to a stream of sexually induced consciousness. She didn't see me dropping my pants to my knees.

"OH FUCK ME!! OH MY GAWD FUCK ME!!" Phoebe screamed at the top of her lungs going over the edge in copious squirting fashion blasting oily waves of her wetness all over my crotch and upper thighs.

I'd thought ahead using my free hand to keep my shirt up over my abdomen. She was so turned on; her hand was palming her muff squeezing out the excess juices. The head of my member was surrounded by her middle fingers. I gave her a little thump watching her facial reaction. My buried crown was in heaven from the intense heat just inside her lower lips.

"Uh, its big and I can feel it pushing forcefully." Phoebe commented facially covered with a rising perspiration.

"It's just the head Phoebe; wrap your arms around my neck, okay?"

"Uhm, what?"

"Wrap your arms around my neck." I reached out side of her billowy skirt squeezing her thigh pulling her butt closer to the edge of the counter as her thick legs dangled shakily. Phoebe looked scared but did as I asked feeling a little more of me pushing inside to a muted stop. I couldn't believe how tight her cunt was as a married woman.

"Don't hurt me, I mean, down there."

"He doesn't sleep with you, does he Phoebe?"' It was her turn not to answer an uncomfortable question sniffing a little before looking at my face.

"Tressie said you could make me know what it's like to be wanted; I guess that was all I was looking for honestly. Just wanted that fantasy of some guy I really didn't know wanting me enough. Uhm, its lonely around here and I've run out of things to occupy myself with. Tressie said you would make me feel like a woman."

"I get it, I really do; I think you shouldn't tell your business to other people Phoebe. It makes it easy for them to use you. Now you're gonna wrap your arms around my neck real tight and we're gonna finish that dream of yours."

My hands were under the large skirt, fingers digging into the outside of her thighs spreading until her butt was sitting in my palms. Both of us were looking down as I did this sort of bumping motion getting more of my shaft to disappear inside her cunt.

Despite her being extremely wet, her tunnel felt incredibly swollen pressing down on me from all sides. Dare say it felt like there was a hand inside squeezing my cock with this herculean grip. Phoebe and I watched the upper half of my member poke her cunt until I started to get comfortable with that bit of penetration.

"Ready?"

"Uh yeah." She didn't sound ready, but I couldn't wait any longer.

I snatched Phoebe from the countertop onto my cock holding her to my body like a human sized infant. The resultant scream had my ears ringing as her weight did the work impaling the woman up to the hilt. The tightness was incredible nearly squeezing the life out of me as Phoebe clawed my shirt trying to tear it into shreds.

Her limbs tightened around me in like an iron maiden as I sort of staggered back holding the woman aloft. I dipped low at the knees, almost too low before standing straight up mashing our uglies together in an airtight seal. Phoebe was sobbing in my arms as I rocked her lightly.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST GONNA POKE ME THERE!!" She was kind of pissed.

"Hold on Phoebe; don't let go." She found herself moving backward until her butt touched the edge of the counter eventually slightly resting on it. Phoebe looked as if she wanted to paste me one but redoubled her grip on my neck.

My hips started bucking wildly and frenetically driving my cock into her swollen snatch fighting every inch of the way. Phoebe reacted instantly rolling her head about and backwards as if it would disconnect from her shoulders. It was extremely tight, hot, and gooey feeling as if she would snap my shaft in two, but I went at her with nothing held back.

Everything was hidden under her dress from view with both of us feeling it in varying degrees of slight pain and pleasure. She got wetter making things tolerable as I inched closer getting more depth. The first couple of thrust would stop halfway like I was hitting the back, but each successive thrust got a bit more until I was railing her properly.

"AWWW FUCK!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD DADDY!!" That came out of nowhere but I was too focused on resizing her narrow box to address it.

"SHIT!! FUCK THAT!! FUCK IT FOR ME!! AW FUCK THAT PUSS SEE!! DADDY!! DADDY'S FUCKING ME!! "Phoebe was delirious with lust letting an arm slip from my neck to balance herself on the counter. I was wrenched to the side from her motion as she swiped some of the knickknacks on the kitchen floor. It became apparent that she was trying to support her weight on an elbow so that she could move her hips.

"GET MY PUSSY AND BLOW THAT SHIT UP!! I'LL JUMP IN THE LAKE OF FIRE TO GET SOME DICK LIKE THIS!!" Phoebe's feverish endorsement was threatening to change my opinion of myself even though I knew I was slightly above average.

She'd probably go insane if Jaquan or Andre got ahold of her.

Her breasts didn't really move but sort of vibrated looking as fake as they were. The nipples were plump but I didn't know if they were part of the bag up job done by some buffet line plastic surgeon. Otherwise Phoebe was short and stacked, built for breeding more or less.

Her blouse was off one shoulder, the bra strap digging into the flesh there because of the weight of her artificial boobs. I went for it sliding the strap down sucking on that available tit. She didn't react the way I anticipated twisting about flattening her other palm on the countertop.

I realized what she was doing capturing both of her legs behind the knees.

"POUND ME!! OPEN THAT SHIT UP FOR ME!! I WANT TO BE A HARLOT!! OW, AW FUCK!! HURTS SO GOOD!!" She ended up with her lower half suspended off the edge of the counter as I gave her the business end of my cock like it was my last meal.

Phoebe was finally getting the attention she craved to distraction. I was taking responsibility for igniting this fire in her loins because I was upset that Vicky Stone rejected me. That funky redbone's visage appeared in my mind's eye.

"Damn." I slowed down a beat or two just as Phoebe leaned back on the counter top getting tired from the exertion, but no less horny.

Everything was hidden under her long dress, but my hands were full of what felt like a thick, muscular butt. It was a comedy of awkward movement because my pants were below my knees along with her wealth of clothing. We disengaged and I gently lowered Phoebe to the floor. Before I could utter a word, Phoebe was sucking my cock with fervor.

This lasted for a few seconds with her stopping to slide her blouse free of her body. She fumbled reaching back trying to unclasp her brassiere and I followed suite kicking off my sneakers. I tossed my own navy blue collared t-shirt aside shimmying out of my jeans and underwear as Phoebe got on her knees sucking me off a bit more. It looked like she'd happily found her stride, but she stopped working on her brassiere again as I tried to help.

"Take your socks off and go sit in the living room; I'll come to you." Phoebe was glib and hungry for more.

"Is that okay, what about your husband?"

"HE WON'T BE HERE UNTIL LATER!!" She closed both doors as soon as I cleared them leaving me in my birthday suit in a strange home.

I was in alien territory instinctively worried as I glanced around the spacious living room allowing my eyes to settle on some weird statue. The sculpture was some sort of anthropomorphic elephant whose nose was a large phallus. It was about two feet tall bordering the front doors. That one was a real head scratcher as I absentmindedly sat on a sofa which was partially facing those Dutch doors of the kitchen.

"Are you comfortable?" Phoebe opened the top portion of the Dutch door staring at me visibly nude from the waist up. Her manufactured breasts looked a bit more impressive uncovered. They sloped on her chest meticulously sculpted. The hard tan lines detailed the type of brassiere she usually wore and there was this muted line below them, the beginnings of her abdomen.

"Hardly."

"Well, let me help you with that." Phoebe pushed the lower portion of the door open standing before me fully nude.

In short, Phoebe was literally sculpted in a manner that only someone with an appreciation for the female form would truly appreciate. She appeared to have this sort of rectangular shape from the shoulders to her hips everything well defined, no visible cellulite other than some baby fat on her biceps and a bit of her underarm in this tiny triangular shape.

Her breasts stuck out from her chest wholly constructed which made it a shame they weren't real. Her abdomen was flat, this single muted line leading to what you would call a bikini navel.

For me, the real story lie with her hips which were an anomaly in their wideness making it look as if two different women had been merged from a moderately built woman and some thick sister in her prime. As mentioned before, Phoebe was possessed of a pair of thick muscular gams, stallion legs that rivaled Rashida Sikes.

Her short stature would be the difference maker if the latter were here for a proper comparison. But it looked as if she worked out on the regular owing to their well defined nature. I got a look at the shoes she'd been wearing under her floor length frock, wedge platform Mary Janes that added to her height and posture. Phoebe was closer in height to five foot five than what I originally thought.

She was looking at my expression pleased that I obviously like what I was looking at nibbling on the tip of a finger under my discerning eye. Phoebe turned profile to the left almost pressing into the door frame giving me a look at her in profile resembling some sort of living Barbie Doll with ethnic curves. Her butt was this perfect semi-circle from the side with the hard tan lines on her body becoming this built-in bikini or sorts. It looked as if she favored high waisted panties on the regular as she allowed herself to be ogled turning her back for my enjoyment.

The retro esthetic, that figure eight shape and hourglass form was realized here with everything just making sense now that she was nude. Her butt fit perfectly with a declared twenty six inch waist although I would've placed her hips and ass at forty four inches instead of the stated thirty eight. Again those tan lines enhanced everything making my cock hard enough to cut diamond. It was bobbing in front of me in anticipation.

Phoebe glanced over her shoulder at my face slowly turning around to face me still anxiously nibbling a pointer finger.

"Do you, like what you see?"

"Shit, I wish I had my camera; this is the first time I thought about filming in days Phoebe." It was a Freudian slip, my second in a day and I worried I might have killed the mood when she dropped the finger from her mouth looking confused for an instant.

"Thank you."

"For what Phoebe?"

"Seeing me as a woman; you don't understand what its like." Phoebe crossed the living room taking enough time to let me continue appreciating her figure.

She leaned over placing her hand on the back of the sofa giving me a kiss. It was devoid of tongue but I wasn't complaining as she planted her right foot on the outside of my thigh. It was her attention to mount me cowgirl as she reached down pressing my head against her slit.

Both of us watched it bump and push into her still tight cunt until the upper half disappeared. Phoebe began this sort of bouncing motion grimacing as I started to feel her familiar walls parting. I gasped loudly watching my shaft fully engulfed. She arched her lower back working herself on my member with some gawky movement of her hips coating my endowment with her essence.

Her opposite foot landed on the outside of my right thigh with Phoebe letting her weight do the rest. She opened her legs wide adjacent to her sides squatting giving me a view of her breasts, abdomen, and lanced muff. Her huffs and gasps added audible enhancement to the proceedings.

"Can we just let it rest there for a few minutes? I mean, don't worry, I can't have children, uhm it's a medical condition."

I grabbed her waist as she cupped my cheeks. Phoebe didn't kiss me but leaned in instead creating this wicked arch in her lower back that made her butt look bigger than it actually was from my viewpoint.

My hands slid down over the upper swell of her smooth cheeks eventually parting them enough to make a portion of my shaft appear. She was so tight, it curved up into her snatch as Phoebe pushed down engulfing it again. We worked together with her hips pressing downward into my thrusts picking up speed after a while.

To her credit, Phoebe never changed posture riding me with some newfound skill as my balls began to slap the bottom of her cheeks. Phoebe returned to hugging me tightly with her chin hooked over my shoulder. This gave me a view of her bobbing tanned cheeks unparalleled. It really did feel like there was a hand inside her snatch jerking me off.

"I'm gonna cum Phoebe; I'm gonna blow a load with this tight ass pussy!" I couldn't hold it in any longer as my thighs started tightening up.

"Tell me when it starts happening, okay?"

"IT'S HERE PHOEBE!!"

Unexpectant, Phoebe rose up leaving the very tip of my head pressed inside reaching down between her thighs stroking my cock with purpose as I began twisting and squirming blowing my load against her slit. Both of us watched my spunk start flowing from her swollen puss, drizzling down my shaft like cake frosting. I could see the musculature in her bicep as Phoebe beat me off intensely. Both of us were gasping, whining, and whimpering like wounded animals. Her fist was covered in my spunk as I found a nipple to suck. I plopped out of her snatch spurting more cream onto her mound as Phoebe cooed.

"You liked that, right?"

"I wish I'd filmed that shit, sorry." She responded by giving me this sensual kiss full of dueling tongues as a reward for validating her womanhood.

I couldn't help but grab her buttocks squeezing as hard as I could. Phoebe groaned leaning hard into my body making out with me like we were lost lovers. She reached back pressing my cock into her slightly shallow rear cleavage. I interlocked my fingers over the shaft grinding along her back door.

"We can talk about it next time if you want? I've never done a sex tape, but if we do, you can't show anybody." Phoebe was blissful arms wrapped around my neck as we started to make out.

We were alerted by a set of jangling keys; front door opening before we could move an inch.

Oliver walked into the living room stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of his nude wife sitting atop some stranger he'd met briefly at a church. He was carrying what looked like a latte which hit the living room floor with explosive results. Before we could react, two faces familiar to me walked into the living room taking it all in, both also in possession of cups of expensive coffee. Deidrick and Cedric were amused at the situation, both smiling in a manner that made me wish for a gun.

Oliver was blinking profusely looking as if he were in a state of shock as I started to apologize.

"GODDAMMIT PHOEBE, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I WAS USING THE HOUSE TODAY BITCH?!! THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!! YOU NEVER FUCKING LISTEN TO ME AND NOW I HAD TO SEE THAT STANKY FISH OF YOURS!!" My eyes went wide as saucers as I noticed his posture, hands indignantly on his hips.

This nigga was gay.

"YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO THEIR FUCKING HOUSE, DON'T YOU YELL AT ME OLIVER!! HEY FUCK YOU TOO!! I CAN'T COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I'VE WALKED IN ON YOU GETTING YOUR SHIT PUSHED IN, SO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR SHIT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!!" Phoebe gave as good as she got.

"He was about to get it pushed in right now." Deidrick added.

"Chinese finger cuffs on this queen, for real girlfriend." Cedric piled on smacking his lips in garish fashion as his lover pulled out a phone intent on capturing the situation for prosperity.

"DON'T TAKE MY FUCKING PICTURE MAN!!" I yelled.

"Tressie is gonna love this shit." Deidrick ignored me as I wrapped my arms around Phoebe intending to stand up with her still attached.

"Come on get up so we can see the ding-a-ling; we wanna know why Vicky so hung up on you too." The gay couple were unfazed at the prospect of being assaulted.

"Oh yeah, she's probably gonna do a drive by on you for this shit darling." Deidrick opinioned.

"YOU MAKE ME SICK PHOEBE; I CAN'T EVER HAVE ANY FUN!!" The falsetto sound of his voice echoed. Oliver turned running out of the room between his friends leaving all of us in an awkward situation as Phoebe addressed the couple.

"Hey, I'm sorry; Oliver did tell me he was going over to your place last night. We're gonna leave after a shower, so you can have the house if you want?"