Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 10

"Niggas ain't shit." Shawnee responded adhering to her social programming.

"Yeah that's right-HEY TURN THAT OFF!!" Renee noticed the camera looking panicked that she'd been filmed jumping up holding a robe to her body as the clip ended. Vicky stared at the folders on the desktop silently finishing her meal.

A sly smirk appeared at the corner of her lips. Me, I wasn't fooled in the least and then there was the question of the funky redbone thot sitting in my bedroom.

"Don't get it twisted; oh yeah, why did your boyfriend toss you out of his car Vicky?"

"Don't you think that's personal?"

"Fuck you, spill or blow."

"Alright, he thought I treated you like shit because I didn't give you no chance to explain. Then he was mad because I came over your house after that threesome; he didn't regulate that shit. He mostly gay anyway so I don't know why he copped an attitude."

"Damn Vicky; hurry up and go home." I was exasperated with this woman. I sat on the edge of my bed noticing a comic which I began thumbing through as she finished her meal drinking from the tumbler full of ice water.

"I can't believe you kicking me out."

"Believe it." I didn't even look at her.

"You're so mean to me after I admitted that I caught feelings; so what Tressie was involved the first time we hooked up. I came over the next day to get with you because I think you're cute. You're the one with all the side chicks and you mad because I gave you a two piece, or two. What, you got lite-brite on deck or something; I'd love to choke that bitch if you do?"

"Bye Vicky."

She sat there staring with this goofy smile forming on her face not believing my sincerity. I added to my nonchalant stance laying down on my back reading the comic as she stood up. I watched her sitting there waiting for me to make a move for a few seconds, but then she abruptly stood up looking like she were going to leave.

"HEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Vicky got out of her top exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were visibly hard, little nubs pointing outward from her chest.

"I'm too tired to go home; let me crash here with you." She answered losing her shorts becoming nude from the ankles up. Her shoes followed after she sat down on my bedside smiling mischievously.

"Get your ass outta here."

"Don't be that way; I'm just really tired and you're sleepy too, so we should just crash and call it quits in the morning."

She was already climbing over me on all fours yanking at the bedding in an attempt to draw it down. Vicky was a thick, packed woman with big shapely legs, the whole package making me feel a little intimidated as she got under the sheets beside me facing the wall.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"You're full of shit."

"Hey, don't wear those clothes in the bed with me; I'm really sensitive to dirt and stuff. You were laying there in the grass, so don't bring no germs under the sheets with me or nothing." She sounded like an educated idiot but made me smile anyway.

"No germs huh?" I'd already started stripping down to the buff.

"Yeah, my skin gets a rash easily when it's irritated and shit. Hurry up unless you wanna stay up and jerk off to that Morlock bitch. I'm just getting a few winks and you can do whatever you wanna do. I don't care, but don't get funny."

"Get funny?" I slid under the sheets beside her. My business poked into her big, elongated rear end causing Vicky to slightly stir half glancing over her shoulder.

"What's this poking me?" She reached back finding my cock in her hand.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS!!" I admonished Vicky who had things firmly in hand. She gave me two or three hearty squeezes despite my harsh tone.

"Oh, well there's not that much room; just do it like this and don't try any funny business." I was surprised when Vicky Stone pressed my endowment lengthwise in her rear cleavage. She got it inside really deep sandwiching my member snuggly on both sides.

"Hey."

"Look I'm just trying to make it comfortable for both of us; don't read anything into this, okay?"

"I won't; we sleeping or what?"

"Yeah."

Vicky positioned herself in my modest bed at an angle which allowed my member to sink deeper into her rear cleavage. Less than five minutes later, I could feel her softly stroking my shaft putting a little extra into the downward motions towards the wall in front of her face. It was rough going, but she started to perspire adding to the sensation.

"What're you doing Vicky?"

"Trying to get comfortable; do you mind?" She sounded annoyed but kept it up while we talked.

She took this as a signal going a little harder really putting pressure on my endowment. I inched and humped upward into her downward strokes finding a mutual rhythm that we jointly exploited for what felt like hours as her breathing started to give her intentions away. I was too close to gamble away a pending orgasm on some playful banter, already huffing as well.

Vicky added pointed flexing of her butt cheeks as I got really excited barely stifling myself. This sort of pinching feeling accompanied my climax as I burst dramatically splashing between her buns in waves soiling myself because of our proximity.

"Hey, what're you doing back there buddy?" Vicky barely stifled an exasperated laugh reaching back handling my glazed over manhood pressing it harder between her cheeks. She slathered my spunk over her butt still looking at the adjacent wall in front of her face.

"Nothing, trying to get comfortable; do you mind?"

We repeated our hysterical bonding with another round of well lubricated frottage getting similar results which she sexually rolled into the next tryst as she faceplanted on her belly. I pounded her rear cleavage as hard as I could eventually losing all of the bedding to the bedroom floor.

Vicky Stone was a mess from the middle of her back to her upper thighs when all was said and done. I wasn't much better with stained abs, crotch, and thighs alongside my inner left forearm. My bed was a sexual disaster zone and we hadn't even had intercourse yet.

"Are you comfortable yet?" Vicky asked glibly.

"COME HERE BITCH!!" She shrieked as I turned her over, lancing her to the mattress.

Her big, thick gams locked into the small of my back as we continued working things out. Honestly, I plowed her nearly senseless with no fucks given. I'd dropped several loads inside her snatch before she thought enough to let me know she was equipped with an implant. I pressed a finger outlining it, but this discovery devolved into a torrid make out session and even more deep, soulful plunging.

After a while of trying to figure where one began and the other ended, we settled for cuddling under the sheets after I lost a friendly game of rock, paper scissors to see who would turn out the light.

"Did you really choose me over her?" Vicky asked cradled tightly to my body. My lips were nuzzling her ear, intermittently suckling her lobe.

"There was no choice to make; it was always gonna be you." I answered without hesitation, but she didn't get it.

"So, you gonna make movies with me now?"

"No."

"Well if you did, what would you call me?"

"Ms. Hate."

We drifted off to sleep wrapped tightly in one another's arms and other limbs. There was no doubt both of us slept like rocks.

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I awoke finding Vicky staring at me with this sort of breezy smile on her face. I couldn't help my reaction to her stunning features which harkened back to old school beauty standards even down to the beauty mark. Despite her passing resemblance to Eva Mendes, Vicky Stone was distinctly her own person with dark eyes that were soulful looking directly into my own brown eyes. Her lips were close enough to kiss, almost begging for it.

"Vicky, really?" Her fingers were encircling my shaft near the base lightly tugging and stroking my member with a feather soft touch. We were still tightly wrapped up in my bedding wedged against one another.

"Come on, don't you wanna start your day off right?"

She leaned down kissing me finding a willing reciprocate as we started to make out. I liked waking up next to her, luxuriating in the feel of her naked curves under the sheets and blankets tightly wrapped around our bodies. My left arm ached a bit because we fell asleep with Vicky using it as a pillow. She leaned into the left side of my body jerking a bit harder on my member.

"That feels good Vicky."

"You like it; wanna cum by yourself or with me?" I answered my redbone paramour with another kiss that furthered our active make out session.

I could feel her thick right leg covering my left ever so slight moving up and down giving me the impression she was humping me. I used my half sleeping arm to nudge her forward with things getting a little awkward between the sheets as she mounted me cowgirl draping her body over mine. I took the initiative quickly rolling over on top of Vicky missionary. She was already wet and sticky. Both of us were not exactly fresh after a night of hysterical bonding and unrequited passion. We continued kissing and making out enjoying one another to the exclusion of all else.

"You feel good; I think I could get used to this Vicky." I admitted slowly working my hips. She kept up with me lightly rolling her hips up to get my thrusts with every plunge. We were in perfect synch merging and keeping up the good feelings that started in the early AM hours prior.

"Yeah, I like it too and your mom is cool with it too; so, I can stay over for a minute, or what?"

"Why'd you bring up my mother?"

"It's no big deal."

"No seriously, that's not something you mention during sex Vicky." Despite the direction of our conversation, we kept up the cadence of movement under the sheets.

"Hey, don't trip out, but your mom was here."

"HUH-WHAT-OH SHIT!!" I bolted up supporting my hands on both palms. Vicky wrapped her big legs around me interlocking her ankles in the small of my back.

"Yeah, somebody turned on the light around five and, it was your mom. She cracked the door staring at us; I uh, took the initiative."

"TOOK THE INITIATIVE?!" I jostled a bit, but Vicky palmed my cheek with a little chuckle.

"We talked a little, told her my name. Hey, she remembered me from church and stuff. It's cool don't worry about it man." I could feel somebody tap dancing on my grave as thoughts of my mother and her huge purse stuffed full of bibles colliding with my head, mentally intruded.

"SHIT, I'VE GOTTA CALL HER; EXPLAIN!!" I was delirious at the thought of being caught in a compromising position. My mother had a 1950's ethos regarding my rearing never even signing off on me dating. She was stiflingly strict for all of the four years of high school. It was a miracle I'd even got laid in spite of her overview.

"Don't worry she figured it out; two naked people is pretty self-explanatory."

"You think its funny Vicky?"

"Yeah nigga; you acting like a bitch." She started laughing hysterically in my face. My brow furrowed as I glanced down at our connection. I was still buried deep in her snatch.

"HATE YOU!!" Vicky shrieked as I snatched up her luscious thighs gathering them together as I drove myself deep inside.

I pushed them apart adjacent to her sides giving this lovely miscreant the business. This stacked twenty something found herself crumpled into a ball as I bucked my hips wildly getting audible gooey smacks. Her moans and little whimpers echoed off the walls before she bit into her bottom lip trying to quiet herself. Unfortunately, I broke this second bit of synchronicity looking over my shoulders a few times scared my mother would appear in the open doorway.

"What?" Vicky asked as I stopped abruptly.

"Is, she still here? Is my mom still in, the house?" I unconsciously wrapped some of the sheets around my shoulders feeling this unique kind of shame. Vicky found this funny as well busting up laughing when I looked back a third time at my bedroom door.

"HATE YOU!" I would've continued, but Vicky shoved me out of the bed onto the floor walking out of my room in her birthday suit. The bedding hit me in the face as she strolled down the corridor.

"HEY COME BACK HERE! YOU CAN'T WALK AROUND NAKED!!" I started after her but found something stuck to the outside of my bedroom door. The bathroom door slammed in the distance as I found a folded up piece of notebook paper taped to mine. I unfolded the paper finding a pair of condoms and a hastily drawn angry smiley face.

"Damn." The shower started up taking me away from the worry that my mother would verbally castrate me later. Her version of the talk consisted of "Don't bring no babies up in this house" and nothing more while my father avoided the conversation altogether. I walked down to the bathroom finding the door locked.

"HEY!"

"SHOTGUN FOOL; A GIRL'S GOTTA HAVE A LITTLE "ME TIME" IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?!! DON'T WORRY I KNOW YOU'RE SPRUNG ON ME AND EVERYTHING, BUT WE GOTTA TAKE A BREAK SOMETIMES!! DON'T CRY, I'M JUST TAKING A SHOWER TO FRESHEN UP!!" Vicky sounded pretty carefree and glib, making me unintentionally smile as well.

"I don't know how you got in my shower with that big ass head of yours!" I stalked off to my room finding some pajama pants to slip into. I noticed my laptop computer was still open with an incriminating screenshot frozen on my media player.

Her face was there frozen in place mid-motion attempting to switch off the digital camera she'd become so fond of after its introduction in her life by yours truly. I couldn't deny the allure of the camera to her all-encompassing ego. In retrospect I'd become sort of a mentor, a teacher even introducing her to amateur filmmaking.

Who cared if we were making pornography as long as it was creative. We were one hell of a tandem for a hot minute until she brought things to a dramatic close by attempting to openly bend me to her will. Renee would never know how close she'd come to that goal but thank the most high for Vicky Stone. There was little doubt things might have gone differently if she hadn't discovered me with a blatant physical rival.

"What are we doing?" I glanced over my shoulder finding Vicky standing there.

"Thinking."

She was leaning into the door with a large bath towel cover her nudity from the front. This was futile because of her curves, particularly her hips that provided a glimpse of her defined tan lines. She was using the end of the towel dabbing at her still wet features.

"Man, I can't leave you alone for a minute." Neither one of us said her name, but our eyes were affixed to my laptop screen.

"It's not like that Vicky." I closed the space intending to take her into my arms, but found the towel shoved roughly into my face.

"Take a bath, you stink." She was still smiling avoiding the awkwardness of our exchange. I couldn't help but look at her very fetching nudity.

We didn't say anything further to one another about Renee's frozen visage on my laptop screen. I smiled back walking to the bathroom leaving her there closing the bathroom door behind myself, quickly stepping into the tub.

"AH, HATE YOU!!" She'd used up the hot water. I hade no doubt Vicky was laughing her big ass off at my predicament.

Despite my situation, I managed to get properly cleaned up with a brisk cold shower. I was a little worried about leaving my laptop opened but knew how it would look if I made a concerted effort to go back and close it from view.

There was no doubt I had to find it in myself to trust in Vicky on some level and the present provided a perfect opportunity to see what she would do out of view. I just wanted us to have some time together without the outside world intruding. I liked the idea of waking up with her wrapped around me. She wasn't perfect, but I wanted us to have the experience together.

No one would be intruding on our situation now that I was expunged from a toxic friend group.

"What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast, you don't mind, do you?"

"Not as long as I get the view." Vicky smiled giving me a peck on the cheek. She was wearing one of my mother's aprons from the kitchen closet, and nothing else.

I took a seat at the kitchen table facing her backside with a mischievous smile of my own. The adjacent countertop was a mess of spilled pancake mix and discarded eggshells. All four of the burners on the stove were covered by two skillets, one small and medium sized pots. Vicky Stone was burning for me, the small pot bubbling with some grits.

She glanced over her shoulder at me a few times heartened that she had a captive audience. Honestly, I was really enjoying the view of her naked backside and she wouldn't have it any other way. I found myself tracing those hard tan lines that outlined the very top of her big, elongated butt.

I loved Vicky's pear shaped esthetic; her shoulders were somewhat narrow adding to the visual drawing the eyes to her arching hips. Size wise, Vicky was smack dab in the middle between Renee Kelly and Rashida Sikes leaning towards the latter.

There were these tiny, slight love handles on her figure that perhaps hinted at her older body in the future. I wanted to see her grow into that mature figure, watch her narrow looking face fill with age. A shudder ran through my body making me worried that I was unconsciously using Vicky to get over Renee in the same way I'd used Yoli as a proxy. My gaze drifted down to my bare feet.

"You don't like what you see, huh?"

"Are you kidding?" Vicky set a stacked plate down in front of me. Honestly, her cooking skills were middle of the road, but I couldn't deny the sentiment behind the smoking plate as she stood over me with the spatula at her wide hip.

"So, since you like how I burn; I can get a little payback, right?"

"What?"

"Don't worry I'm just asking for some appreciation head." I coughed, half choking on a mouthful of pancake making her laugh and rub the back of my head.

"Damn Vicky, you just gotta ruin everything, don't you?"

"Well they say there's no such thing as a stupid question, right? You don't know if you don't ask right?" I looked up at her face finding that she thought she was asking a legitimate question.

"Yeah sure, whatever you say."

I half turned in my seat lifting the apron up exposing her slightly doughy abdomen and lightly furred muff pressing my lips to her belly. Vicky chuckled for a moment shuddering when the tip of my tongue dipped into her belly button.

I swirled it inside before running the flat of it over her navel giving her belly rabbit kisses as my hands reached around handling her excessive derriere. Vicky leaned in wanting more as I managed a single digit inside twirling it about. A few minutes into this, she leaned over wrapping her arms around my head. This allowed more of my fingers to slip into her confines working her grooves until I found that familiar spot, the bumpy ridge that was her secret place. Success came swiftly as evidenced by my drenched fingers.

"Oh yeah, you're definitely one sneaky motherfucker." Vicky gasped feeling my inquisitive digits moving around inside her. Her words goaded me into becoming more forceful with her secret spot getting instant results.

Her shapely legs went rubbery wobbling so much that she leaned further into me making her weight an issue. I swiveled towards using my other hand to tug a portion of the apron aside exposing one of her breasts. Vicky's breasts were decidedly a C-cup, a little sagging with a sloping shape topped with dime sized pecan hued areolas and a prominent blocky nipples.

She was decidedly sensitive in this area reacting to the vacuum suction applied to this weak spot. I nursed on her boob going sloppy allowing saliva to flow freely on her skin. Vicky tugged the other side of the apron exposing both breasts allowing the other the same treatment.