Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 11

"Hey babe, it's okay to let go." I thought she was talking to me.

Phoebe spilt out of the chair catching that string in her fingers shocking both of us when she slurped it up like a strand of spaghetti. She wasn't done, sucking half of my member between her lips like a woman possessed. Charity's fist covered the other portion stroking towards her lips as I started to climax in Phoebe's gullet.

The slightly timid housewife grabbed my hips burying more of me until her lips touched Charity's fist. Her inexperience was still plain as day judging by the awkward jerky, bobbing movements of her head. Phoebe released me with a loud audible slurp.

"How, uhm; how did you know?" Phoebe asked, hand cupped under her chin.

"Girls know one another babe; so now that we got that out of the way, the best part comes next."

"Best part?"

"Yeah, we treat this nigga like a prostitute. I wanna make him walk funny; you gonna help out, or what?" Phoebe's chest was heaving, but she had this kooky smile on her face starting to shake her head as Charity released me.

"WHO YOU THINK YOU GONNA TREAT LIKE A PROSTITUTE?!!" I cupped a hand over my package looking Charity in the face.

She was grinning like a jackal no look closing my laptop before dropping her sweats. She was sculpted perfection topped with an awesome pair of spongy breasts drenched in rich chocolate. Charity wrapped her arms around my neck with a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever as I realized Phoebe was blowing me.

"Rule number one; don't talk yourself out of a good time." Charity advised as Phoebe broke contact tugging my pants off leaving my socks as she went back to fellating my manhood.

Charity stripped off my t-shirt making me nude otherwise making out with in wet, syrupy fashion while Phoebe's head did this herkie jerky, bobbing movements in my lap. It was different than our initial tryst where I had to tutor her through oral sex, but now she seemed energized due to Charity's presence. I winced a few times from her teeth scraping me as Charity noticed glancing down.

"What're you doing?"

"Blowjob?" Phoebe answered, looking immediately intimidated as Charity shook her head slowly nonverbally disparaging the housewife.

"No, you're not doing it right; haven't you ever pleased a man?" I started shaking my head trying to avert a situation but Charity pressed a hand to my lips.

"Well, there was this guy named Edward, and uhm."

"NO STORIES PHOEBE!!" Charity groaned frustrated as the inept member of this impromptu threesome fidgeted, embarrassed.

"Sorry."

"There's nothing wrong with what you're doing if you're just trying to get it over with; but Phoebe, don't you want a man to thirst for you? Want a man to miss you so much that he's almost dying to please you in any way; so insanely into you that he's dangerous to other men standing too close to you, huh?"

"Well, when you put it that way, who would refuse?"

"Someone like you without the benefit of, me Phoebe. Today's your lucky day because I'm gonna get you ready. As they say; when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. In your case, I'm the master. Let us begin apprentice."

While she was spouting that bullshit, Charity kept her palm pressed against my mouth while long stroking my cock with the other. The whole time she was talking I was stuck between laughing outright and verbally admonishing her. I was sitting half off the edge of my bed facing Phoebe as Charity got behind me for the reach around continued hand job taking stock of her circumstantial competition. It was a mini test of wills that saw Phoebe avert her eyes.

"Are you going to show us what's under that quaint top, or not?" Charity was asking, but it casually felt like an order as I started to get a familiar feeling.

Phoebe raised the hem of that baby-tee enough to give us a view of the underside of a brassiere that was obviously a size and a half smaller than her bust. After a few seconds she raised it revealing a staggering cleavage forced into that undersized bra that made my cock pulse in excitement. Charity gave my shaft a really hard squeeze in silent admonishment.

"Come on, get in the game Phoebe."

The tee slipped over her head ending up stretched between her hands as she sort of looked down at her own feet embarrassed. This made her enhanced mams bulge until one of her areolas slightly appeared. The hard tan lines provided this visible outline high above the cleavage line of her brassiere which was one of those models with the clasp in the front.

Phoebe cupped her boobs from the bottom needlessly lifting them as she looked up at our faces. Her gaze went down to my endowment for a few seconds watching Charity giving me some serious hand magic, then Phoebe went for it undoing the clasp between her enhanced boobs.

"Wow." The expensive underwire popped away from her chest with some elasticity, like a snapped rubber band.

Phoebe demurely covered her breasts with a forearm, but eventually let it drop to her side slowly looking at the expression on our collective faces. The molded aesthetic and look of her chest left no doubt about their origin. Me, I wondered what they looked like before she went under the knife as Charity released me curious.

"How much?"

"Thirty five hundred; my insurance took care of it for the most part. I just wanted to be uh, better."

"Self-improvement, impressive."

Charity sidled up to Phoebe reaching out making her flinch. She smirked taking the expensive brassiere staring at it for a few moments before eyeing Phoebe. I didn't know what to expect as her eyes settled on the brassiere once again.

"You don't mind, do you?" Phoebe shook her head acquiescing as Charity slipped into the brassiere finding it a perfect fit despite the differences in the size and shapes of their breasts. She tugged it into place glancing back at me with a toothy smile.

It looks nice on you." Phoebe complimented.

"It fits perfectly; why were you wearing something too small when you've purchased all of this?" Before Phoebe realized it, the underside of her boob was resting in Charity's hand.

Her thumb brushed the erect nipple as I watched the women interact. Neither had no idea I was studying their behavior for future reference. Charity Gilbert was giving me "Howling Man" vibes from this vintage episode of the Twilight Zone. I could see her malevolence like I was looking into an open window as she stretched and pushed against Phoebe's boundaries.

"Watch me, and then Phoebe, do."

Somehow in my bedroom, no less a modicum of Charity Gilbert's former feminine ambiance returned as she began handling me like a boss bitch incarnate. Her lush lips pressed into mine, tongue slipping into my mouth swirling about until we were making out wantonly. She drew back, our brief session passion proved as evidenced by the web of saliva connecting our lips until she wiped it away looking at Phoebe again.

"Watch, then do."

Instead of making out with me again, Charity took ahold of my manhood at the base while cradling the back of my head with the other allowing my noggin to rest on the pillow beneath. She glanced back at her charge slowly squatting before taking all of me in one slurp that quickly became a clinic on sustained nasty, drippy sloppy top.

I couldn't help flopping about whining, whimpering, and moaning as Charity became the epitome of her name driving me to the precipice in moments. She broke contact looking at a visibly flushed Phoebe. Instead of verbally instructing or taunting, Charity used the tip of her tongue to tease the tiny opening on my crown.

My toes curled as my knees automatically drew upward towards my chest in an attempted upright fetal position. It felt so good I nearly forgot Phoebe was there as Charity pushed down on the closest leg flattening it out against my mattress.

She redoubled her grip including my balls as well as the base of my endowment staring at Phoebe once more. The unspoken challenge seemed a thing akin to the rising humidity between Charity and myself as the neglected housewife flushed crimson ruddy in the cheeks groping one of her enhanced breasts. We could hear her breathing hard as she struggled to make a decision.

"AW SHIT!! AH, AW SHIT!! DAMN!! DAMMIT!! CHARITY!!" Everything disappeared into her mouth down to the base, but this time Charity pressed two fingers against my taint rubbing in a small circular motion. Phoebe jumped a little when I started flopping about on the bed breathing even harder as Charity went for broke for seconds breaking off again. The tip of her tongue swirled about on my crown again like a fleshy lollipop. Again she just stared at Phoebe.

Everything from Phoebe's forehead to the upper swell of her large breasts was glazed over with perspiration. Charity continued teasing and twirling her tongue on my tip as she the cinnamon hued housewife did this stutter step timidly kneeling down in front of her teacher bringing both of her small hands encircling the base of my endowment.

Phoebe leaned forward adding the tip of her tongue to the underside of my shaft. Both women began licking slimy trials up and down my shaft, each taking a turn lightly suckling the head of my cock. The feeling was indescribable as Phoebe was allowed to lean further into my crotch taking the upper portion pf my member between her lips.

"WHUT-ARE-YOU-DOING?!! AW SHIT!! I'M DEAD!! I'M DEAD MAN!!" Phoebe's cheeks vacuumed inward in this sustained oily slurp completely audible to everyone in my bedroom. She wasn't going to stop as Charity took the opportunity manically stroking the rest towards Phoebe's lip lock on my meat. The dam burst if you get my drift.

Charity giggled at my predicament while Phoebe took everything I had to offer slurping and swallowing without breaking the seal. She'd found her technique after being tutored by me and now Charity who wasn't helping matters any laughing like the nasty twentysomething she was intermittently looking at my expressions.

I tried to hide my face with a pillow but she tugged at it kissing me wantonly. We fought for the pillow until she managed to snatch it away tossing it on the floor. Phoebe continued vacuum sucking me until I was fit to be tied.

"MAKE HER STOP, PLEASE!!" Charity tapped her charge on the head getting my member freed with an audible pop of her lips. Both girls started laughing at my depleted member. Charity eventually regarded me while rubbing my inner thigh.

"Are you fucked gassed already, huh nigga?" My vision was blurred noticing some movement at my peripheral.

"Shut up."

"Oh no my good man; after all the shit you've been talking lately, we're getting ours so you better take a look at something nice while you can."

"What, are you talking about?!"

"Check it out."

I wiped some of the sweat from my eyes glancing over to find Phoebe keeling on my chair facing away from me. Her self-declared thirty-eight inches was being displayed likely at the nonverbal prompting of Charity Gilbert. She was definitely bigger with everything stuffed into those booty shorts.

Her clothing was well calculated to get a response out of me as my cock began twitching to life at the sight of the humongous peach that was her big, tanned ass offset by those really hard, almost drawn on tan lines. It was sort of an organic built-in bikini that bulged from the bottoms of those shorts like baked bread. From this vantage point, only her virtue was covered.

"Why do you tan; you're a sister, aren't you?" Charity asked plainly slightly breaking the spell.

"Uhm, well I got friends that tan and uh, they're not black. So, it's kind of awkward talking to your friend when they're laying in a tanning booth. Now I just kind of like the way it looks. Guess it's my style, honestly."

"Right." Charity grabbed the waistband of her gym shorts drawing the stressed material down over the round curve and swell of her big solid butt.

Despite its size there was no give or involuntary movement making that huge muscular construct entirely dense with no give at all. In contrast, her virtue was plainly visible, a peach halve waiting desperately for action. The sight was causing my member to throb as Charity gave it a few squeezes.

This rich chocolate covert diva proved her opportunistic nature again quickly mounting me reverse cowgirl only to shove her butt right into my face. I went with it reaching up clawing her solid backside earning a long sustained moan. We went into the 69 position for all of three minutes before I felt the return of Phoebe's tongue added to the proceedings.

"Suck on his balls, do that little vacuum thing you do while I give him the business. We've got to make him just as hard as he was before, if not harder." Charity instructed softly.

My testes were suddenly slathered in saliva as Phoebe licked, spat, and eventually applied that tantalizing suction to my family jewels. Charity's mouth and two fingers went to town on the entirety of my cock sheathing it for long intervals then allowing her peer to spit and suck on it for a few seconds. I knew I was defeated rocking and squirming, wildly licking away at Charity's snatch.

"PLEASE, FUH, FUH!! AW SHIT, PLEASE FUCK ME!!" I broke in dramatic fashion.

"Phoebe, he wants you to ride it."

My view was happily obscured by Charity's way above average apple bottom, but the bed creaked and shook as Phoebe climbed into it which was a feat in and of itself because my mattress was a twin XL. The weight figured into things as I felt myself being handled. There was no mistaking Phoebe's touch or the pushback from her overly tightened cunt which seemed more swollen than out first time together. Charity scoffed after a few minutes of this bobbing, shaking activity with just a bit poking inside.

"Fuck I was gonna let you go first, but shit, let's switch it up."

Charity demonstrated the agility of a cat sliding around while Phoebe inched ponderously up my abdomen coming to rest that big thick ass on my chest. The malevolent villainess was already riding me sawing her hips back and forth as Phoebe stumbled about opening her legs wide, feet planted flat on my mattress.

Charity could have cared less this woman was nearly collapsing my chest, interested in getting hers exclusively. I grabbed Phoebe's hips pulling her close enough to eat. She looked really nervous until my tongue grazed her clit. I felt a shiver run through her body. Phoebe reached down spreading her flower apart feeding me her virtue.

At once she looked enraptured pushing forward until her inner thighs cradled my cheeks. I found myself looking up into her face framed by the undersides of her big, enhanced breasts, nipple erect assuming these nub shapes with the thickness of pencil erasers. She shook and trembled, the arm supporting her weight wobbling as if she could collapse at any moment. Charity's hands appeared cupping and rolling Phoebe's nipples.

This set her off something fierce along my etching the letters of the alphabet on her clit. Charity's nails were digging into the flesh adding to my imminent danger as Phoebe slid forward mounting my face proper. Fellatio was her trigger, a distinct weakness that had Phoebe shivering all over the place. There was no doubt she was humping my face triggering survival mode.

Her fingers caressed my head as I in turn tried and nearly failed to grab big handfuls of Phoebe's butt. It wasn't the positioning, just he fact her butt was a solid mass completely smooth to the touch. My probing digits scraped the surface encountering Charity's busy digits as well. She was grabbing big handfuls and probably doing more because everything went dark.

Phoebe wasn't particularly tall, but she was built like a short brick shithouse with baby making hips that rivaled one Rashida Sikes albeit covertly. From the waist down she was her own breed of stallion kowtowing over my head like she was coveting it. The perspiration was intense making it hard to breath especially with a mouth stuffed full of Phoebe's neglected pussy. It was possible that I might be smothered to death, but there were worse ways to go.

Life giving air and a well needed break were suddenly mine as Phoebe straightened her legs allowing me to see what was going on inside my cramped bedroom. She was still bent over, but now pressing both palms flat on either side of my bedroom window kind of bent at the knees. My gaze traveled from her sculpted boobs down her abdomen finding a shock to the system.

"Oh my gawd." I mumbled with a mouth full of Phoebe's essence.

I was treated to the view of Charity Gilbert's large sloping natural breasts from the underside, jiggling and bouncing all over her chest. I was looking upward at her tits, throat, thin neck, and the underside of her chin as she took over like a true boss bitch; the second in my life.

Charity lost in her own raging libido was eating Phoebe like it was her last meal.

From my vantage point, she was really in there licking, nibbling doing all the extras with bells and whistles. Droplets of moisture were hitting my face like rain droplets while Charity ate her lunch and dinner from the back of Phoebe's big, tanned wagon. I glanced back up finding the housewife's enraptured features.

"OH GAWD!! OH SHIT!! I'M HAVING A HOMOSEXUAL EXPERIENCE!! I THINK!! AW SHIT!! FUK!! I THINK I'M BECOMING A TWO STREET PERSON!! OH SHIT, EAT MY PUSSY BITCH!! SODDOM AND GAMMORAH THAT SHIT!!"

The cringe was that real.

Unfortunately, it was so real that Charity gurgled, and choked probably laughing into Phoebe's holiest of holies. A deluge of moisture rained down on my abdomen accompanied by profuse coughing and half gurgling from Charity. There was this wet stain running down the front of her body into her sawing crotch as she did her best to ride me through my bedroom window.

Her hips were going a mile a minute as I panicked looking up into Phoebe's descending womanhood. I squawked thinking I was about to be squashed, but Phoebe landed softer than I thought shoving her cunt into my face. Charity's disembodied hand appeared wildly frigging her clit making the rest of her weight land with the force of a boulder.

"OH SHIT I'M GONNA TINKLE!! I'M GONNA!! GONNA!!"

"DON'T!!" I screamed as Charity laughed working even harder proving her sexual ambidexterity.

She was ringing me out sliding her hips back and forth frantically. It almost made me want to shove Phoebe aside long enough for me to pound the stuffing out of her as retribution.

"AW!! AW!! AW SHIT!! LOOK I'M REALLY SORRY!! PLEASE FIND IT IN YOUR HEART!!! AW SHIT!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THIS!!" Phoebe apologized profusely as Charity worked her into a bubbling mess.

She was making the ugly cry face squeezing and pinching a nipple with one hand while palming my scalp with the other in a sitting crouch.

"WAIT A MINUTE!!" It was too late as the first bursts hit my face, enough of it filling my mouth as I tried to get Phoebe from her mount on my chest.

This apparently triggered Charity enough that she went even further into overdrive popping her hips as if her life depended on it. She was nearly snapping me in two while Phoebe damn near caved in my chest rolling to the side still frantically rubbing one out all over me.

I finally got a view of Charity atop my manhood bucking like she was in a rodeo with one hand palming the back of her scalp, the other flattened on my abdomen. Her tits was majestic bouncing vertically on her chest. The disgraced diva was biting her lower lip, brow furrowed as she tried to grind my cock off.

"CHARITY GET THE FUCK OFF ME, NOW!!" She stopped on a dime starting to grin.

"You're tapping out; not surprised in the least."

This chocolate beauty who also reminded one facially of a certain actress proved her limberness, dismounting like it was no big deal while Phoebe lay in my bed vigorously fingering herself. I stared between both incredulous at being tossed between them like wild dogs fighting over a piece of meat. My eyes settled on Phoebe, hands already snagging her ankles yanking her over the edge of the soaked mattress.