Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 12

I slept like a rock.

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By noon the following day I was still sore necessitating the use of an improvised ice pack. My dance partner managed to return home without incident as I was left to my own devices. My mother seemed uncomfortable after the incident with the letter texting me that she was taking a day or two over at her boyfriend's place. I'd also received an odd text from my father damn near ordering me to call up my Auntie Esther.

Didn't know what to make of that one as I checked my page finding a lit comments section under her clips. This was an issue that needed to be addressed as I resolved to produce some new content. I'd begun the arduous process of constructing a new web page days earlier continuing my work when I got an epiphany.

"Hello?"

"Hey Phoebe, just called to see how you're doing?"

"I'm disappointed if you're just calling for that." I chuckled which prompted her to laugh as well.

"Oh uh, you know I had to call you up after that command performance you put on last time; but I'm taking it kind of slow today because Charity was here last night."

"EW, YOU DID IT WITH HER DURING HER CYCLE?!!"

"HELL NO!! Uhm, no I didn't; we were watching a movie and she got her hand around my business. I'm pretty sure you can guess the rest, right?"

"Made you walk funny, huh?"

"I can barely get out of my chair Phoebe." Both of us shared a hearty laugh at my expense. I winced a bit with the ice pack covering my crotch. Everything between my legs was swollen and sore.

"It's your own fault; especially after she told that story about what she did to that basketball player. Let me guess, she brought some Vaseline, right?"

"Yup."

"GET OUT OF HERE, REALLY?!!" I could barely stop laughing.

"I think I need a wheelchair Phoebe."

We continued talking and shooting the breeze for a while as I went through some old files pulling a few clips into a folder to be edited into a ten minute juggernaut designed to drive my fans wild. Phoebe was a busy body who made a lot of money working from home after taking a break from a more formal job for an international corporation.

She'd been initially hesitant to move to the city, but Oliver's career took precedence. I got the feeling she'd taken that corporate sabbatical to accommodate him more than anyone else. Finding out her membership with our church was prompted by a potential hookup on her husband's grinder account was cathartic coupled with our initial hookup.

"Hey Phoebe, were you serious about making a sex tape with me?"

"Yes, I think that would be so fucking hot like that Kardashian one; is that what you want to do with me, huh?" I chortled as she went all in not even meeting me halfway. Phoebe was wholly committed once she wrapped her head around something.

"Whoa, not exactly; I was thinking something a little more artistic if you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all, but you won't get my face right? It would be bad for the kind of work I do, and Oliver might get upset if we do something that could mess up his bottom line."

"Don't worry about that shit; I was thinking of shooting something around your phenomenal lower half. You look amazing, but those fucking legs drive me wild, not to mention that big, muscular ass. I especially like the pronounced dimples on either side of those tanned cheeks."

Phoebe was mostly giggling while I was talking with her, getting off on the attention.

"I was kind of chubby, not really fat or anything unhealthy, but Bradford, Oliver's ex-boyfriend got tired of me complaining about having a fat ass, so he got me in the gym for some weight training. My butt decided it wasn't going anywhere and I ended up with Hulk legs."

"Hulk legs?"

"Yeah, you've seen them; not lady like at all, right? They're kind of mannish if you ask me, so I wear quite a bit of midi skirts."

"Phoebe."

"Yeah?"

"You look fucking incredible; as a matter of fact I'd like to do something more than an actual sex tape with you. More of a segment, a short if you're open to the idea."

"Wait, are you talking about a, short film?"

"Uhm, well, I'd like to do something bigger than some cheap sex tape. You deserve better treatment and I wanna find out something."

I was laying it on thick worried she might not be receptive to following my lead. Phoebe was a contrast personally speaking, willing and eager to please, but definitely capable of independent agency as proved by her behavior last time we met.

"No Face?"

"No, of course not; matter of fact I have software on my computer that can put a digital mosaic over your pretty face. I've done this particular "social experiment" before with two women, Phoebe."

"Yeah Charity told me about hooking up with you at the mall; said it was hot. Who was the other girl; was it Vicky?"

"FUCK NO!!" I yelled without thought.

"Oh uhm, I apologize for the question; what was I thinking? You really liked her, probably even more; of course you'd never treat her like a jump off! You actually care about her!"

"Hey Phoebe, sorry about that; it just came out of nowhere." I apologized.

"I'll call you back." She abruptly hung up.

It felt like I let a situation get out of hand as I leaned on my desktop resting my chin on my fist. I accidentally tapped a key on my laptop activating a dormant video clip. My media player opened to a short five minute video of OG-Shawnee Thompson from the day I met Andre 13.5.

Her humongous cheeks rose into frame like a planet eventually twerking in her signature rotating cadence which meant each halve mashed thunderously into one another looking to all the world as natural slow motion. I fiddled with the sound on the clip making it Imax level, then got cute adding a parody of the sound logo at the bottom of the screen. She was something special to the genre even back in her slacker days. Now she was a professional and I was editing loops of her old material.

"Hey, you don't know if you don't ask." I had an epiphany opening up the paint application on my laptop.

OG-Shawnee became my muse once again for that afternoon as I edited together a free hour long loop of that twerking session with no title or explanation ending it with an advertisement. Using a little artistic flair I managed a decent outline of her silhouette altering the waistline with a hyperlink to a dummy email account.

I was inspired once again by Shawnee and an old movie called Field of Dreams starring Kevin Costner. The attached advertisement read "IF YOU MEASURE UP, ARE PHOTOGENIC & WANNA BE A PORN STAR-COME GET A THOUSAND DOLLARS!!" The fine print requested a few pics but leaned heavily towards a seconds long video clip.

"If you build it they will come." I chuckled to myself taking a break. It was sort of a lark that I intended to erase after having a snack as I hobbled to the fridge.

Three minutes later, my phone rang.

"Huh?" I was taking a chug from a nearly empty milk carton getting some milk caught in my throat. I coughed profusely realizing I hadn't attached my number. I felt like a moron sort of chortling as I went back into my bedroom answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"BOY, DIDN'T YO DADDY TELL YOU TO PHONE ME UP, OR NOT?!!" I couldn't believe it but the sound of her voice actually scared me a little.

"Oh hey Auntie; I was just getting ready to call you."

"I don't rightly believe you and if you were over here right now, I'd be inclined to lay that strap on your butt again."

"Ah come on Auntie; you really gonna whup me?"

"If you don't mind me, and I didn't get no kinda thanks for keeping that brown nosing daddy of yours off of your hide. That's how you thank your good ole' auntie, huh boy?"

"Sorry Auntie, I was wondering why he hadn't come after me."

"I told him I tanned your butt and drove you home a crying and the like." I did a doubletake holding the phone away from my ear.

"OH YOU THINK I CAN'T, HUH BOY?!!"

"I'm not messing with you Auntie, please don't get mad at me. Thanks for helping me out, although I'm glad I got in trouble or I wouldn't have seen that big ass of yours." Auntie Esther started chuckling in syrupy southern fashion killing the animosity between us imagined or not.

"So you texted me that Arab fella done sent another five Benjamin's, is that right?"

"Yeah, you want me to cash app that over to you Auntie?"

"Nah, I think we owe that thirsty fella a little something; I decided we can make us a little movie Saturday afternoon after you get through cleaning out the shed in the backyard. I'm tired of looking at all the dumb shit back there we don't even use anymore, so I'm donating everything I can't sell online. So, how's about it boy?"

"Why do I have to clean out your storage bin?"

"Why don't you ask me why you still got fifteen hundred dollars of my money you already spending on some little high school girl, I reckon?"

"Saturday huh?"

"Yeah, I want you here around noon or so; my husband, a few of his friends and your daddy going fishing next state over. They taking his RV because its new and uh, state of the art and such. I figure with the tracker I put on that thing; those niggas should be far enough away so that we won't be disturbed."

"Auntie?"

"Yes boy?"

"You really put a GPS tracker on Uncle Grady's car?"

"It's his boy; he bought that thang thinking he was gonna catch me cheating on him. His private investigator sold it to him but left out the part that we was fucking. Of course I acted like I found it when I took my car to the shop and your uncle had to eat a whole mess of pussy to get back in my bed after that fiasco."

"Auntie?"

"Yassir?"

"Too much information."

"Little nigga, you gone eat a whole lot of pussy to make up that fifteen hundred dollars I done earned you with all this ass I got over here to the house."

"Still too much information Auntie."

"HAVE YO ASS OVER HERE AT NOON BOY!!" For the second time that day I was hung up on with prejudice. I sat chuckling at my desk getting some more clips when my phone chimed with a text message. I found a video clip sent to me from Phoebe with the attached message "CALL ME AFTER YOU WATCH" attached.

"Uhm, okay." I was content to let things blow over between us and apologize again later but was happy for the clip.

The first thing I got was a view of a corridor I recognized from her home. I had to admit that it seemed designed more for visitors than some actual habitation with a retro kitsch aesthetic akin to a tame version of John Waters. This time I had more time to make a proper assessment knowing the loving couple both adhered to the nuclear family tropes of the fifties.

There was way more to the story and I figured it would spill out sooner or later, but Phoebe's head popped into the side of the frame looking at the face of her iPhone for an instant. She shot out quickly popping up on the opposite side staring and blinking profusely. The proceedings felt almost scientific.

"Hope this works out." She commented sounding anxious.

"Oh shit; fucking girl has done it again, fuck me stupid." I was expecting something overtly sexual and got it in spades.

Phoebe backed fully into frame revealing herself from head to toe. Her upper half was covered in what looked like a black monokini swimsuit with a large, oversized strawberry print. Her cleavage was bulging ridiculously, light olive colored skin contrasting with hard tan lines on her bust.

The real story and testament to her meticulous attentive nature bordering on OCD, lie below the waist in these skin tight PVC leggings. The form fitting fabric mimicked leather catching the afternoon sunlight in her living room. Her distinctly cinched waistline, flaring hips and powerful stallion legs caused an instantaneous tent in my sweat pants. A pair of stiletto Mary Jane pumps completed the look.

"Well, I'll be damned; this obviously deserves the proper response." I dropped my sweats and grabbed my phone. Part of me wanted to avoid the cringey awkward back and forth, so I figured a visual was the best response. I sent Phoebe my first ever, dick pic along with a smiley face emoji.

My android started ringing off the hook soon after the pic was texted.

"Hello?"

"OMFG YOU REALLY LIKE IT!! YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO SEND ME A DIRTY DICK PICTURE!! WOW, YOU ACTUALLY LIKED MY MANNISH LEGS AND CHUNKY BODY!!! OH SHIT, THIS MAKES ME FEEL SO LIKE, SQUISHY DOWNSTAIRS!!" I had to hold the phone away from my ear as she screamed enthusiastically.

"Phoebe, I love it; do you want to see how much?"

"SURE!!" I hit my casual jump off up on Facetime allowing her to see that I was still sitting there bottomless with my prick naturally pointed at the ceiling.

"Wow." Unexpectedly her face appeared on my phone in extreme closeup, eyes damn near crossed staring at my physical endorsement.

Phoebe inched backwards revealing herself crawling on all fours from her iPhone propped up on the living room floor. She turned around revealing that glossy big peachy butt for my viewing pleasure rearing up into a kneeling position. Dare I say those leggings were so perfect, one could believably assume they were painted onto her body. Phoebe glanced over her shoulder semi-serious, fists on her hips.

"What about now; how do I look from this angle?"

"Phoebe please."

"HOLD ON A MINUTE, DON'T HANG UP!! WAIT-A-MINUTE CHECK IT OUT!!"

Phoebe sounded like she thought I was gonna hang up peeling those glossy tights down revealing her big solid peach of a butt, tan lines, and all.

That one piece monokini swimsuit was a veritable thong in the back making me literally drool. She'd rolled those tights down to her knees getting on all fours popping an arch in her lower back. This revealed the barely covered diamond shaped patch of fabric between those muscular thighs. Phoebe tried to twerk a little, but it came off clunky and awkward.

"PLEASE PHOEBE!!" I wailed earning her attention. She turned about crawling forward until her face filled the screen, nose touching.

"Oh geez, I think you need to get over here; if I come over there your mom is gonna catch us. I'll send you a car right away, just keep it HARD for ME, okay?"

"OKAY PHOEBE!!"

Unexpectedly a luxury SUV arrived to ferry me across town to the country townhouse shared with her husband Oliver. My camera bag was finally leaving the house after arriving there weeks ago. I checked my equipment and laptop finding everything ready to go while I was in the car.

Phoebe was absolutely correct and astute knowing that if she traveled to my house, I'd ravish her. Instead I was going to her place only realizing Phoebe would be totally ravished, and on camera to boot. Only when my feet touched the cobblestone driveway, did I realize I hadn't changed clothes. I was still wearing some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, quite shabby.

"PHOEBE!!" I found the front door open half running inside stumbling over my own feet.

"Yes?"

"What is that?"

"Well, I thought if I wore this, you'd be able to get my whole body in frame; what, do I look recognizable?"

"Phoebe, I know you."

"But what if you didn't; would you recognize me then?"

"No because I wouldn't know you beforehand."

"Then just act like that." She took the camera bag from my shoulder slinging it on hers.

"Uhm, okay then."

Phoebe had gone further disguising herself with a brunette shoulder length rockabilly wig and blocky glasses. It was instant déjà vu, a similarity with my nemesis that was arresting. Quite literally Phoebe had become a different person. She took my hand leading me down the corridor of her ranch home. Those glossy skintight leggings clung to every curve drawing my eyes to her cheeks. I couldn't take it wrapping my arms around her abdomen drawing her close cupping the undersides of her breasts.

Her nipples were really hard to the tips of my fingers.

"I thought you wanted to make a movie?" Despite her light admonishment, Phoebe covered my hands with her own as my pointer fingers got inside her top rubbing and teasing her nipples. That thick muscular butt pushed back into my cock cradling it between her dueling cheeks. The hardness surrounding my tumescence felt incredible.

"I do, so much in fact that I wanna get some footage of you walking around this house with these powerful legs for the visual alone. You know how hard you're making me right now, huh Phoebe?"

"I can feel it; wish I would've known that beforehand. I would've come over to your house wearing these PVC leggings; I've got three more, if you're interested?"

"Three more?"

"Yeah, I like to buy more than one of a thing you know; just in case something RIPS or TEARS, right?" I got the hint but didn't want to mess up the visual right away.

My left hand was rubbing up some friction between her thick thighs. Phoebe reacted immediately dipping at the hip like she was going to twist away from me, but ultimately shoving her butt into my crotch as she bent over at a ninety degree angle hands on knees. I grabbed those hips bucking my pelvis into her butt. Our light play was audible echoing off the walls. This added to the sensual atmosphere and illicit afternoon tryst.

"I like grinding, dry humping like the good old days before Oliver came along."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, I can even cum like this if you keep it up." Phoebe replied taking more audible humping in her hallway. My covered crown speared her hidden slit a few times earning some groans and audible gasps of pleasure.

"So you wouldn't mind if I came all over your shiny ass in these leggings?"

"That sounds so fucking hot; are you gonna film it too?"

"You don't mind?"

"That's why you're here; we can do anything you want before five thirty; I've got a dinner scheduled tonight with Oliver. It's kind of a couple's thing, so I have to be there because his coworkers are bringing their spouses."

"Five thirty huh?"

"Yeah, anything you want; anywhere you want until five thirty babe. After that I have to get ready for dinner and pick him up from work. It was carpool day, so he needs a ride."

I didn't give two shits about her itinerary cupping her cheek for a deep sensual kiss that went on for almost ten minutes. I turned Phoebe facing me as we made out like longtime lovers. I yanked one of her shoulder straps down exposing an enhanced breasts wantonly groping it while she cupped my butt thumping my crotch into hers.

The stilettos on her feet added a good bit of height making it possible for us to continue unimpeded by height differences. Phoebe didn't even care when I went at her neck nibbling and sucking until a visible hickey appeared. Her hands got into my pants handling my thumping member.

"Are you dying to cum already?"

"I'm trying to keep it in; but you're so fucking sexy."

"Oh you don't have to do that for me, but I do want you to film it. I want to be able to watch it and paly with myself when you're unavailable." Phoebe pushed her iPhone into my hand turning flattening her palms against the wall like she was being arrested.

I was already hot and bothered to the ninth degree but seeing her like that got me more into the mood than I considered possible after basically getting molested by Charity Gilbert in the wee hours of the morning. Phoebe knew just how to pop that ass out waiting patiently. I folded my shirt over the back of my head dropping my sweats to the ankles as she pushed that shiny oversized peach out further.

"CUM FOR ME!!"

I screamed barely handling myself as a thick rope of milky jizz hit those covered cheeks dead center. I didn't have to do anything as several bursts of milky cum glazed those shiny buns until it was running drizzled off her derriere. I captured everything perfectly framed on her phone as she glanced over her shoulder observing my mess.