Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 12

The jeweled plug came out with an audible pop.

I got atop her in bulldog position pile driving my cock downward into her battered rear end. My balls were pounding into the outside of her hole with a wet smack as Phoebe reached up continuing the non-stop diddling of her clit. I was wearing the camera mount in optimal position capturing my swollen prick slamming into her big hear shaped derriere.

We were basic, primal on an unheard of sexual level with nothing held back. Phoebe's butt drifted to the right still getting pounded, then slid in the opposite direction as I figured out she was doing this on purpose. After that, I remained pretty much stationary as she rocked horizontally for a while, then vertically taking me right over the edge.

"AH SHIT PHOEBE, YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!! DAMN BITCH YOU'RE FUCKING ME THE FUCK UP!!" Rivulets of perspiration was running from my face onto her back and butt. Her own sweaty curves was catching the afternoon sunlight. I grunted and groaned driving her down into a prone position on the bed, still balls deep.

"GRAB MY ARM AND BEND IT BEHIND MY BACK!!" She instructed yelling out of nowhere. I got ahold of her arm folding it behind her back like she was being arrested.

"BOTH ARMS!!" Phoebe screamed.

I got both of her arms horizontal across the small of her back riding the living shit out of her back door. Her butt looked incredible in those vertically shredded leggings. The headboard was slamming into the wall hard enough to shake the overhead chandelier making it rock back and forth above us.

Phoebe was screaming rapturously partially muffled by the ruffled comforter on her mattress. I truly felt like I was riding a stallion upward towards the headboard. Phoebe was getting plowed in no uncertain terms, ecstatically happy for the occasion with everything caught perfectly on camera.

"GAWD!! AW SHIT HE'S FUCKING MY ASS SO HARD!! AW FUCK, I'VE BEEN CUMMING THE WHOLE TIME TOO!!! SHIT!! I WANNA CREAMPIE IN MY FUCKING ASS!!! GAWD FORGIVE ME, BUT I WANT SOME CUM!!! PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!! CREAMPIE THIS ASS AND THEN CLOSE IT BACK UP WITH THAT FUCKING TOY!! I WANT YOUR SEED!!" I didn't know if she was playing to the camera, but the whining childish sound of her voice tipped me over the edge.

My stomach turned as my inner thighs tightened up so hard, my eyes were squinted. Phoebe yelped feeling the first few bursts as I repeatedly exploded inside filling her to the brim with an epic amount of jizz. I slowly drew my cock backward carefully exposing Phoebe's pronounced gape filled with my spunk like a cup. She was cooing slightly wagging her butt in front of the camera in surreal fashion.

I cupped the outsides of her hips pushing inward causing some of my semen to pour out over her cheeks. I'd literally filled Phoebe's rear end with cum.

"Plug it up baby, that's my cum now." I got the toy pushing it slowly back into her rectum with a slight twisting tease at the hilt making Phoebe suck on her thumb and coo breathlessly. I kept squeezing, groping, and massaging her cheeks to both of our delights.

"Damn, who are you?" It was an absentminded slip of the tongue.

"I'm trying to find out; will you help me?"

"Yeah."

The camera kept rolling as I started tearing and ripping the compromised fabric away from her body until it was gathered in shreds around her ankles. I kept filming getting POV shots of my hands carefully removing her stiletto heels to free her body of the defiled garment. Those destroyed leggings reeked of spunk and her juices. The monokini looked like shapewear around her midsection.

"Let me suck it." I fed Phoebe my cock getting this overhead shot of her cleanup blowjob. She only lasted long enough to get me hard again abruptly stopping. I almost cried out but held my disappointment in check as she sat up on the edge of the bed facing the door.

"Would you please stop filming?"

"Okay Phoebe."

I removed the camera mount and turned off the equipment as she sat there hunched over watching my progress. I regretted not taking some footage of her sitting there in profile because there really wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. That aforementioned weight training left her a physical specimen as Phoebe reached up pulling the wig off her head. Her glasses were lost somewhere in her bedding as she tugged at the knotted portion of her tied off hair letting it fall to her shoulders.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked tugging at a reluctant strand of hair.

I packed up the cameras after downloading the footage sitting at Phoebe's makeup table. My creative side was boiling over making me too impatient to wait until I was home to edit the footage. Phoebe returned setting a wine glass in front of me. She massaged my shoulders watching for a few seconds before drifting away to shower. I quickly cobbled together a teaser from the original phone footage sent to me along with my second bursts of cum adding a waist level point of view as she answered the door for a package.

"Hey, come lay down on your back." Phoebe returned rubbing my shoulders leaning in giving me a kiss on the cheek. She smelled of expensive perfume, nude other than the plush towel wrapped around her body.

I let her lead me back into her bed laying on my back as she dropped the damp towel revealing her refreshed figure in the buff. My member pulsed and twitched at the sight of her nudity earning a breezy smile as she mounted me.

"Just look into my eyes; don't look anywhere else."

Her hips began softly rowing picking up speed as she ground her cunt into my crotch fully stuffed. Phoebe stared intently into my eyes studying the expressions caused by her rolling hips as she fucked slow and steady.

That pretty face started to get bigger from my perspective until we were making out as she crouched over my chest and pelvis working her hips into me holding with this strained pressure in intervals, then rabbiting until I started filling her snatch with the last few ounces of cum I could muster.

"I'd never leave you unsatisfied." Phoebe acknowledged.

"Damn Phoebe, you're making me want to put a ring on it." My chest was heaving from the exertion as she sat atop me reclining like some lazing feline.

"Sorry, but I'm taken." She presented the priceless wedding ring on her hand before my eyes. We made out some more before she dismounted leaving my half erect penis still wobbling.

"Thanks for letting me film us."

"I wanted to pay it forward for all of my selfish curiosity and apologize for upsetting you earlier. Now, I think I like the camera enough to maybe, post some naughty pics on that fake social media account Charity made for me."

"That will probably get you banned from that site; but I could set you up on the site I use, if you want?"

"Yeah?"

"I already posted a small teaser on my page."

We took a seat at her vanity table with Phoebe sitting across my lap. My hand cupped her butt finding the plug still firmly in place as she leaned forward opening the two minute teaser.

She looked genuinely happy at her appearance in the short laughing when she answered the door with a soiled backside. Phoebe read through the already mounting comments section taking stock of everything before giving me an approving peck on the lips.

"Wow, I didn't expect this at all; people really like me."

"Of course they do Phoebe; you're beautiful. You know, they're going to be asking for a name; what will you call yourself?"

"I have to use a fake name, huh?"

"Gotta protect your identity, or what was the point of wearing a disguise?" She sat there thinking for a minute or two actually zoning out.

"Phoebe?"

"Uhm okay, uh I'll go with Peachy; uhm Peachy Keen?"

"Where'd you get that shit from?"

"Oh yeah, well what's your fucking screen name, huh?" Her brow furrowed in righteous indignation to my reaction.

"Uhm, keep it Phoebe; it fits you perfectly, moreover it fits this perfectly." I gave her bare butt a light slap squashing the beef instantly.

"That's what I thought, now help me pick out some nice panties for my evening out with Oliver."

We ended up in her walk-in closet settling on this lace bra and panty set because the beige color complimented her light olive skin tone and hard tan lines. Phoebe explained that she figured I had good taste in fashion after looking at some of the content and set up for the other videos previously shot. I had to interject when she pointed to a particular Ms. WTF shoot where Shawnee wore a one piece competitive swimsuit as lingerie.

Undeterred, Phoebe kept heaping praise on me comparing me to this guy named Russ Meyer saying my Butt fetish rivaled his big breast motivated slate of films. We had a great conversation about the late director which prompted me to download one of his most controversial films to watch later at home.

"I love the way you look at me; not too sleazy, not crazy, just kind of like you're in a museum or something." Phoebe commented sitting at her vanity table meticulously applying her makeup.

"I can't help it; you honestly look like a trophy wife."

"Well it makes sense that I paired off with what a lot of women would consider a trophy husband, I used to get so much hate in school for "dating" Oliver. Those jealous bitches said I was stuck up and prissy. Not one of them asked how I was doing or anything. They knew I was dating Ritchie before, probably figured I leveled up to the pretty boy. None of them gave a shit Ritchie was dead."

"Oh I'm sorry, my condolences." Phoebe glanced at me with a brush in her hand, smiling.

"You could've been my boyfriend back in the day, but I don't think you would've been as "skilled" as you are today."

"Sharing notes with Charity, huh Phoebe?"

"Uhm, sort of; but I just know you would've probably been too excited. Back in the day I obviously didn't have these tits, but I was just a bit larger with a wasps waist; and you would've died for my old ass. It was much bigger than now, softer, and more jiggly to the touch. I was so fucking mad at my dad after Ritchie that I was intent on getting revenge."

"What'd you do?" I sat on the edge of the bed fully invested in the conversation.

"He hated the thought of anybody touching me, even looking too long. I was his little princess and after Ritchie checked out, he could have cared less and that made me mad. He wanted me to go back to being his little princess, got me re-baptized at our church too. Didn't want Ritchie's name brought up in my house and whupped me again when I tried to talk about my feelings regarding my late boyfriend. Started dragging me around with him everywhere we went, so I was gonna make him regret it."

She didn't mind when I took a pic of her at the makeup table as she recounted more of her personal history.

"He decided we were gonna paint my bedroom a new color which he picked out of course, so we went to this hardware store downtown to get this color I'm sure you would appreciate. It was called uhm, PEACHY KEEN for your information."

I chuckled at her subversive explanation of her alter-ego's name.

"While we were in there, this skinny ass guy kept trying to flirt with me even though I obviously wasn't interested. His name was like, Henry or something I can't recall at this moment. This guy was probably six four, white and all teeth in his never ending smile. Dad wasn't having that shit so he made this big ass scene embarrassing us in public. So, I knew what I had to do right then and there. Dad made the manager send Henry to the back of the store pissing me off further, I snagged a felt tip marker and asked for the bathroom. I got inside writing my number on the front of my panties. Henry was so fucking shocked when I passed them to him on the low."

"So, you fucked him too?" Phoebe stopped applying her mascara looking at me again.

"You're missing the point; I gave him my house phone number."

"Shit."

"I just wanted him to piss my father off by getting that thirsty boy to call the house trying to find me. Dad wasn't really gonna let me out of his sight, but after a while of that shit and some other guys I'd gave my "number" to, daddy was in dire need of some "personal space" and so was everybody in the house. They left me at home to catch a movie, then Henry came over."

"You fucked, right?"

"No."

"Well, what happened?" My brow furrowed.

"Pardon the expression and my blue candor in recounting this, but he wasn't exactly up to the job. This stupid, immature guy uh, "BUSTED A NUT" as soon as he saw my panties. We were on my fucking bed kind of making out, he was groping my little tits but acting real skittish. I don't know to this day if he thought my dad would pop up or was scared of me, but I got flustered pulling my dress up flashing my panties. He got real excited getting his cock out but dropped the ball. Blew this epic load on my covered puss like you wouldn't believe."

"Oh trust me, I'd believe it girl." I raised a hand in testimonial making her giggle and toss a cotton ball at me.

"Silence, like I was saying, Henry Quick Shot as I like to call him, wanted me to blow him. We got into this argument when he added to his apparent stupidity by asking if I was a black girl, then said all black girls suck dick so it shouldn't be a big deal. Said he thought I was Spanish but was sure when I talked because I sounded like one of those black fake valley girls who wanna be white."

"What a genius this Henry guy was, huh Phoebe?"

"Tell me about it; then dad busted into my room. Henry found religion way before I did. I was out of school for about a year dealing with my shit, according to a non-licensed family member. Nearly got sent down south to my grandparents, but we worked it out when dad apologized about Ritchie. We kind of, hugged it out and I went back to being his prissy little princess eventually with an obviously gay boyfriend."

"So he never gave Oliver that smoke?"

"My folks knew the moment they laid eyes on him, trimmed brows and all; dad was so happy. Probably blew his mind when we got married too. You know, if it wasn't for Oliver, I wouldn't love anal sex as much as I do."

"HUH, OLIVER DID YOU?!!" I was blown away.

"No silly, his then boyfriend Bradford; found out my hubby was on dating apps and went ballistic. He wouldn't stop crying and bitching so we got toasted in his sauna. It was kind of cool after a while, but he didn't want me to look at his face so I got it on all fours in that steamy sauna. Kinda shitty for me because he couldn't cum, but that's another story."

"Man, you got me fucked up."

"It only lasted a week because they made up; but Bradford got the last laugh when he found and boned Oliver's side dude."

"That's more information than I'm comfortable with Phoebe."

She chortled turning back to her vanity mirror working on her makeup. I considered all I'd learned today finding that she was more of a person than a sexual conquest or fuck buddy. Phoebe represented a psychological artichoke with several layers that made me ashamed at worrying she'd be manipulated by one Charity Gilbert. Both women were perfectly capable of tucking away what was deemed inconvenient for the occasion.

She'd given me bits and hints of her true self during that first hookup. It was on me for not picking up on her apparent proclivity for rough sex and foreplay.

"Bradford had the nerve to rat me out because he thought I was trying to turn him straight or something. We just fucked like three times, all in the butt; he never got off any of those times, but then snitches because he got rimmed. Motherfucker almost made us get a divorce. Oliver stopped talking to me for two months even though that bitch fucked his side dude too."

"Phoebe, that's still too much information." She chuckled dropping her brush dipping her head with a chuckle before regarding me.

"Its just that I feel so open with you like I could talk about anything; you understand, right?"

"Yeah, I feel the same way about you too."

"So we're not fuck buddies; we're fuck besties, okay?"

"Okay." She went back to her mirror uncapping and applying this burgundy colored lipstick as I gave her the once over sitting there in her underwear.

The tip of my cock poked her left cheek but she kept slathering on that lipstick as I peered down into her bulging cleavage. The hard tan lines on her breasts looked amazing prompting me to begin tapping my prick on the side of her face until she regarded me, one brow raised.

"All black girls suck dick so it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Phoebe face planted on her vanity table laughing hysterically for a few moments then righted herself. There was a mischievous look on her face as she leaned over opening a lower drawer. Phoebe removed a pair of white ruffled lace gloves slowly putting them on looking me in the eye.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to send you home or I'll never make it to Oliver; but first, I'm gonna take care of this."

She started stroking my meat with both hands opening my eyes to a new sensation for all of ten seconds before forcing herself to throat two thirds of my endowment. She played me like a flute working her hands back and forth, audibly choking and slurping, devouring my cock like a seasoned professional. Those floodgates were wide open and the old Phoebe was never coming back.

"AW SHIT PHOEBE!!" She throated me reaching around digging her nails into my buttock as I filled her gullet.

Phoebe swallowed in time with each of my bursts until I nearly swooned. Her lips vacuum sucked my crown until I whined in falsetto fashion prompting her to release me. She opened her mouth showing the last of my jizz before swallowing it. She fondled my balls and roughly jerked me with those lace gloves until my knees went rubbery. Nothing else was coming out and I was afraid she'd make me take a piss on her carpet if she didn't stop.

"Go take a shower and wait in the living room; get your stuff too because I'm locking the door so I can get ready without being bothered. Go on cutie; get out of here." She was playful barely stifling a laugh as I sullenly gathered up my equipment walking to her bedroom door like it was death row.

"Bye Felicia!"

"GET OUT!!"

That night for the second time in a row.

I slept like a rock.

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The following day I got up feeling like Rip Van Winkle a bit embarrassed that I'd barely survived a sexual one two combo from Charity Gilbert and Phoebe the following day. Feeling out of it, I went down to the park running some laps before returning home to edit the phenomenal scene I'd shot with Phoebe. The comments section underneath her teaser was lit up like a Christmas tree almost matching my Auntie Esther. Some people were giving me shit for the lack of penetration questioning my manhood.

I took it personal editing a seconds long teaser of me ripping Phoebe's leggings apart in extreme closeup followed by a sustained shot of my business drilling for oil in her backdoor. I titled the ten second clip "DAT NIGGA IS WEAK" aping the stupid comment responsible for its existence.

Adding a subtle filter over Phoebe's face resulted in even more frustration and questions, so I retitled the clip with her screen name "PEACHY KEEN" before going into my editing bay in earnest. Sometime while I was working, Phoebe somehow came to be known as "MS. CONSENSUAL."

I liked the new moniker but didn't think she would take too kindly to it once she found out. In the end I decided to place the resultant twenty-two minute scene behind a paywall for twenty bucks. There was no talk of it being released free and some of the continued comments aimed at me was the deciding factor as I settled in texting Phoebe while starting up the Russ Myer film.

Phoebe texted back in favor of keeping both names excited about developing a second character for each as I watched BEYOND THE VALLEY OF THE DOLLS. Ironically this shared the same backstory as my favorite movie humorously produced by Fox studios in the late sixties.