Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 12

I couldn't look anymore while she was putting on her makeup.

"You can drop me halfway and I can make it from there." I said as soon as she got behind the wheel.

Tressie dropped the mirror above her seat giving herself the once over before starting the car. I sat in silence knowing I was full of shit for my unchecked emotion. Yoli was the first person to give me a lesson in casual sex, but not the last.

I was determined to rework that part of myself into something more manageable. I'd managed to bring the hammer down on Officer Johnson, but the karma was repaid in kind. I was going to get better about things in the future, but now I just wanted to check my phone. I got something that made me smile.

Auntie Esther's secret admirer shoved another five hundred bucks into my cash app.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!!"

"Karma baby."

Tressie turned up her radio probably thinking I was trolling her in some way. We parted ways at a train station. There was no surprise on my part when Tressie Fisher sped off barely allowing me to get out of the car for greener pastures. I caught an Uber home instead of using the train because of the danger. My mind was on my camera equipment inside the closet in my room.

Vicky's Stone's letter would have to wait another day.

I was sure her cousin Tressie Fisher wouldn't hold it against me.

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After taking a really long shower and changing clothes, I setup my laptop computer and pulled my neglected film equipment from the closet. My mother was out for the night so I decided to pull out my copy of the competition's desktop. I was in a mood wanting to shake off my interaction with Tressie Fisher.

Ironically being her jump off left a bad taste in my mouth which was dually conflicting since I'd engaged in similar activities with Charity Gilbert and Phoebe. It was different with the latter because of the status of her sham marriage. Ms. Gilbert's self-declared villain status also made the difference.

None of this changed what happened with Tressie, but I found her behavior odd since she'd lobbied for me to join her world.

There was something familiar about the experience that I was reluctant to put into words.

"Hello?"

"What's up, how're you doing?"

"What's wrong with you?" Charity Gilbert wasn't fooled in the least. It sounded like she was watching a movie from the background noise.

"I'm just calling to see how you're doing."

"Yeah what's wrong with you?"

"I can't call you?"

"I'm on my fucking period, the gods above are giving it to me good and you wanna call up to see how I'm doing; is that right? What the fuck is this shit? It feels like I'm the butt of every joke on motherfucking Mount Olympus!! Since I'm having such a harsh time of it, what with all the bleeding and migraines, daddy even checked out for the night!! You know what; I think he stooped so low as to check my goddam wastebasket for proof that I'm on my period!"

"Charity." My eyes were fixed on the envelope hanging out of the back pocket of the jeans I'd been wearing. While she was ranting I leaned over retrieving it but found that my hands shook profusely upon touching it.

"Now here you are calling me in the middle of the night probably looking for some pussy! Nigga, do you really wanna have that kind of experience with me, huh?!! Or are you gonna tell me you said fuck it and shot that bitch or something?"

"Charity!"

"Hell, knowing you, that's probably what it is, right nigga?!! Want me to bury the body?!!"

"GOD DAMMIT BITCH, I JUST WANT YOU TO BE NICE TO ME!! I'LL PAY YOU TO COME OVER HERE AND KEEP ME COMPANY WITHOUT THE BULLSHIT!! JUST PRETEND WE'RE ACTUALLY COOL AND JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

That envelope was on the floor because my hands wouldn't stop shaking. Some tears were splashing down onto my hardwood floor framing the letter. My eyes were focused on Vicky's name etched across its surface.

"Can you send a car for me; I used to have my own but you know it got taken away. I'll come over and hang out with you." Charity sounded somber and I noted the ambient noise in the background ceased.

My hands stopped trembling long enough to get her an Uber.

I was calmed down enough by the time she arrived in full pajamas with a little knit cap covering the back of her head. Charity brought along the movie she'd been watching and a little sack full of snacks. Another handbag in her possession was taken by me probably containing things she needed to get through the night okay. There was this apprehensive look on her face as I opened the door, but she gave me a deep hug which lingered.

"So, what movie did you bring?" I asked.

"Lost Boys."

"You have great taste Ms. Gilbert." I had the lights off in my living room partially to hide my face out of pride. She lingered there holding my hand in the darkness sort of looking at my chest instead of my face.

"Your laptop or mine?"

"How about my flat screen television?"

We cuddled in my bed watching Kiefer Sutherland's debut as one of the coolest vampires in cinema history. Our conversation went all over the place avoiding any uncomfortable subject matter on her part. I was happy to have someone to share a bed with since Vicky Stone got that first honor.

Charity stopped me from posting a note addressed to my mother on her bedroom door which identified her by name as the woman sharing said bed. I'd even thought to write that she endorsed Charity as well upon their initial meeting. I watched the chocolate beauty rip it into shreds threatening to make me eat said note.

"Charity?" We were spooning facing my television; she was snacking on some candy from her little sack. I ended up with a singular Reese's cup but kept tapping at her shoulder.

"Come on, I love this part where Michael confronts Star after he realized she screwed him over. The sex scene is so dreamy and made me want to fuck Jason Patrick's balls off. Unfortunately I looked him up online and the man hasn't aged well."

"Brutal."

"What do you want?"

"I just wanna say thanks, that's all Charity." She paused the movie with my universal remote turning to face me under the covers. Before I could say a word, she pushed a jelly bean into my mouth.

"You're not supposed to apologize; you know, women see it as a sign of weakness no matter what walk of life they come from. That's why we constantly shit test you guys. Also, it's the reason we fuck all those bad boys in our prime because they're either too smart or too dumb to expose their soft underbelly."

"Shouldn't that be a secret from my gender?"

"Doesn't matter because we know the two paths of least resistance."

"What's that?"

"Body and mind; either one takes the other along with it. Before you ask, think about any substantial relationship, or hook up you've experienced with a girl. They like to call it courting, dating and shit, but in reality we're vetting how much control we can exert over you. Using sex is easy especially if you're good at it, but trapping the mind is fucking special. Once a woman can get you to second guess or go against your gut feeling, they've got you."

"Sounds cynical."

"Doesn't mean it isn't true."

"I guess I don't have anything to say to that Charity; I guess what scares me is that you're right about everything."

She was looking deeply into my eyes appearing to truly listen, but there was no way of telling for sure as she cupped my cheek before turning her back nudging her butt into me. We cuddled watching the movie as I draped an arm across her abdomen. Charity took my hand sliding it under her pajama top until it cupped a breast. I inched back not wanting her to feel my natural reaction.

"They get real swollen during my cycle; don't read anything into this but I'd like you to play with them for me. Squeeze both of my tits and play with my nipples, like pinch and twist them. Can you do that without trying to fuck me?"

We continued watching the movie while I squeezed and fondled her breasts kind of focusing on her thickened nipples. Charity sort of moaned but otherwise remained silent for a while.

"Are you going to talk to me about it?" She asked out of the blue reaching up keeping me from drawing my hand back. Charity trapped my hand in place folding her arms over it. My wrist was cushioned in her cleavage.

"Why don't you tell me what it's like? Tell what it felt like to capture somebody?" Charity got quiet pondering my question.

"Okay I'll tell you, but don't ask me to teach you about it further. You wanna know what it's like from the other side, how it feels for some of us in the know, huh? I'm gonna tell you about the simp who ruined my life. I take responsibility for that shit because I underestimated him, should've continued acting like the "good girl" but couldn't help myself, you know? There's just something about the look on their face when they realize they've been eaten whole, eaten alive. That look of reflection when they realize what they thought about you is false, a construct of their dreams and my appearance. Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah." I was unsure.

"Jaleel looked at me like it was Christmas morning; almost swooned because I talked to him for a minute or two. On a good day I'd look right through somebody as plain and simple as him. I had the advantage before we'd even met because his supposedly high value former girlfriend, couldn't hold a torch to me physically. She was a cheerleader and I was class president button down and professional with a certain appeal. You know, honestly speaking everyone has always said I look like that actress. Kind of pisses me off though because she looks like me. Jaleel made me so fucking wet the instant we met; couldn't get enough of that enraptured look on his face. I already knew I was gonna fuck him really hard before we even spoke. I wanted to turn him out and you know why?"

"You know I don't."

"Tell me something about that woman whose got you messed up; and don't get it twisted, it ain't Vicky. I want you to tell me if you ever caught her looking at you from a distance. Tell me what that felt like, honestly."

"First day we met, I said something that pissed her off; but she took me to her apartment. I was sitting on the couch and all of a sudden the hairs of the back of my neck were standing up. That's when I noticed her watching me, just kind of glaring at me like she uhm, wanted to uh, well kill me? That's the first thing popped into my mind until she called me over. Renee stripped down wearing some kind of sheer top and this black thong. Yeah, it was one of those shiny ones that kind of catch the light, you know? I was scared shitless. So yeah, I got fucked Charity, she fucked me with her snake eyes and that big milk colored ass."

Charity chuckled for a few minutes piquing my curiosity.

"What's so funny?" She pressed my hand against her right breast until I squeezed and pinched of my own accord. Her nipple was really thick attracting most of my tactile attention.

"Sometimes it feels like we're cut from the same cloth, that's all."

"I don't get it."

"That's part of the game, putting a man's heart into a blender and drinking that shit, metaphorically speaking. I don't want to cheapen your experience, but I did the exact same thing to Jaleel. When I walked out with my body on display, I almost thought he came in his pants. For me, it became sort of ritualistic in a way. I'm methodical despite my proclivity for cock; I always did a shit test on my conquests beforehand."

"What kind of shit test?"

"A drink, not alcohol or anything too extreme; a power drink made from aloe vera juice, avocado, a few supplements and some good old cod liver oil. Just a few drops, enough to distinguish the flavor. The shit is gross, leaves an aftertaste for a day or two. Nobody in their right mind would take more than a sip, but I always used a tumbler. Every last one of those niggas drank that shit down to get into my panties. Jaleel, he was a lightweight simp, but like I said, it's about the look on his face. I fucked him so goddam hard that night."

"Charity Gilbert."

"Yes?"

"The movie's over." The menu screen illuminated my dark bedroom as she directed my hand to the neglected breast.

"He was so hurt, devastated beyond my wildest dreams when I revealed my "true self" to him. I didn't care about his little feelings, didn't care about breaking his heart because it was on him when you truly think about it. I met and fucked him within two days so how could that nigga be in love? I fucked him like a prostitute and took a dick pic for my collection. I liked trophies and my phone was the trophy case. A lot of times in school people thought I was texting, but really I was looking at my collection wanting more. That Pokémon shit got me fucked up in the long run. Jaleel caught me slipping, forced me to admit to myself that he was more than he appeared. That fucker unleashed God on my ass that year, changed everything! I wish I could get my fucking hands on that nigga; I'd give him a come to Jesus moment."

I remained quiet not knowing how to react to this horrible woman lying beside me.

"I know you're probably disgusted with me; so, I'll admit that I wanna fuck him one more time and make him my bitch. It'd be different because now I know he's my equal."

"No, he's your superior."

Charity rolled on her back staring up at the ceiling silently pondering my answer. Her pajama top was up above her majestic breasts. Even laying on her back, they were high on her chest with painfully erect nipples which made for a iconic profile in the semi-darkness.

I didn't know what she would do watching the swell of her bosom as she breathed laboriously. There was no way we could sleep together on this night because of her monthly condition. Charity rolled onto her side facing me, not outwardly angry but more contemplative. Her hand caressed my cheek.

"Maybe I shouldn't hang out with you; but then life would be so, boring." I studied her eyes finding what I believed to be truth in her words.

"If you stopped hanging out with me; you wouldn't have anyone to blackmail for money." I tried to break up the mood.

"If I dropped out of your situation, that Alpha Female would eat what's left of you after you begged her to do it on bent knee."

"You'd be locked in your room on some Rapunzel type shit."

"And you'd be laying here alone in the dark jerking off, but not knowing to whom, nigga."

"Bitch."

I wasn't surprised in the least when she leaned forward pressing her lips against mine. It wasn't actually a kiss, just some touching as she inched forward getting a little higher than me under the covers. This resulted in her breasts pressing into the right side of my face. A thick nipple found its way against my lips.

Charity cupped the opposite side of my head wanting it suckled. I was more than happy to take it between my lips tasting a bit of perspiration. She didn't react just watching for a while as I slathered saliva all over her boobs making them glisten in the flickering light from my television. There was a light approving look on her face that I didn't understand.

Charity drew back the bedding exposing my chest, then lighting tugged my t-shirt up exposing my abdomen. I wasn't surprised when she pulled at the string on the sweat pants I was wearing. Her thin digits untied the knot allowing her to reach inside my pants cupping my balls.

My cock reacted thickening as she began massaging my testes. Her brown eyes never left my face as it gradually fattened into a thick rod. In turn I was caught in her wake as her hand slid up the underside of my endowment taking ownership of my cock. Charity glanced down uncovering everything without releasing my shaft.

"Can you bite on my nipples a little? I like the sensation, okay?"

My answer came in the form of a vacuum slurp on the closest nipple. I enjoyed sucking on that tit licking and nibbling as she started giving me this really light hand job. I was reminded of her admitted proclivity for male gratification as her fingers traveled the length of my endowment with the slightest bit of friction.

Charity hunched closer draping a leg over mine so that I could have unfettered access to her nipples. My thoughts drifted to a similar situation earlier with Tressie Fisher and how butt hurt I felt upon finding out she was taking things out in trade for services rendered. Charity Gilbert was infinitely different actually getting off mentally from playing with me.

In short, her measured strokes gradually became more intense until she was handling a veritable steel bar. Charity started letting her fingers drag along my shaft making the skin tighter while I slobbered all over her boobs making a gooey mess. Before I knew it, my hips were grinding into her strokes with the humidity creating this heat seal between us that made my toes curl.

I got sloppy with things vacuum sucking really hard until the tortured tit would pop out of my mouth which would prompt Charity to go harder. My chin was covered in drool which Charity licked clean swallowing my saliva demonstrating perhaps even a nastier side hidden away.

"Let's watch together."

Charity cradled me closer to her boobs watching with me as her hand became a rough blur of motion. One of my eyes was covered with a luscious tit as she went harder making me throb and pulse. My heart was thumping wildly, inner thighs tightening up as her jacking fist gradually became lubricated from a deluge of precum. My abdomen undulated reacting to the rough treatment as her grip tightened.

Charity's expression was strained as she focused on getting what she wanted. There was no doubt she could feel me at the precipice.

"Come on, open your eyes and watch with me baby." My eyes had been shut tight, but she was almost begging.

I gradually opened them finding her working the chum forward glancing between my face and cock with this manic expression, biting her lower lip Her freehand on my opposite side had been tugging my t-shirt upward exposing my chest as I involuntarily humped her hand. My hips popped up into her jacking fist finding she provided just the right bit of friction as I crested. A thick robe of cum squirted from the head of my cock right up between my pecks as Charity cried out joyously.

Several more bursts followed until it was practically running off my glazed over stomach.

"Your "milk goddess" ever do that for you?" Tressie Fisher's post coital behavior gradually faded from my mind as Charity twisted and tugged until I was spent. I was surprised when she mentioned infamous baby mamma number two.

"Yeah, but I was sitting down in my cousin's dining room." Charity released my depleted member cocking her head to the side, before lapping up every bit of the spunk on my chest and abdomen. I literally howled when she took my member between her lips soulfully fellating me.

"Did she do that too?" Charity asked rearing up swirling the tip of her tongue on my crown.

"No."

She burst into laughter hiding her face in my damp abdomen. When she was composed, Charity dumped the rest of her snack bag out on my chest. A really small jar of Vaseline tumbled out of the bottom sitting atop the pile.

"Remember what I told you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh fuck me." I facepalmed.

In short, Charity Gilbert made good on that mention from our threesome with Phoebe using damn near every bit of that jar of Vaseline. This woman's love of manual manipulation and cock was unparalleled as she stroked and jerked me to nirvana.

She legitimately got her perv on to the ultimate degree jerking me off in varying degrees simultaneously blowing me in intervals. Charity told me it was cathartic for her after falling from grace. She was scratching an epic itch with no one to stop her at long last. I finally drifted off into a deep slumber while she was still long stroking me.