Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 13

"Jerk you off like a boss until you squealed like a pig?"

Both of us exchanged glances before snickering like we were in a boy's locker room. It was obvious from the first moment I saw him starring from the back window of that limo. We laughed a little bit more becoming illuminated by candlelight.

"Glad you two aren't uh, like pistols at twenty paces. Honestly we're really glad you guys aren't drenched in each other's blood." Charity returned with a lit candle on a saucer along with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Okay Charity, we get it." I replied as Phoebe appeared with her own candle and dual wine glasses.

"PHOEBE!!" Bentley squawked while I did a doubletake.

In the short time they were gone, the faux nuclear housewife, beard and newly minted sidekick of Charity Gilbert somehow lost the PVC leggings that had been covering her thick muscular legs leaving only the spike Mary Janes on her tiny feet. Phoebe was one hundred percent commando revealing a freshly shaved muff and awesome set of glistening legs that complimented the sparkling halter top still covering her breasts.

"Hold that thought fellas."

Flabbergasted, both of us watched Phoebe and Charity play best two out of three game of rock paper scissors. Unsurprisingly Charity was the victor making Phoebe scoff as she turned back to us.

"Come on Bentley, there's a really plush rug on the living room floor."

"WHAT?!"

"If you don't want to make love; I think the television is still there, alright?" While they were talking I was given a back view of Phoebe's awesome badonkadunk, hard tan lines and dual dimples one on each cheek. Charity palmed my crotch finding the muffled spike in my pants but didn't look mad at the source of my ardor.

"UHM, UH LIVING ROOOM FLOOR!! YOU MEAN ME, RIGHT?!! ME?!! OH UH, UM YEAH!!" Bentley was about to lose his cherry in style.

"Bentley, I'm gonna fuck you so stop being a big dork."

Phoebe pushed the bottle into his hand taking the other one leading him off into the darkness. I watched the natural sway of her cheeks as she led Bentley away sporting this ridiculous tent in his slacks.

"Come on, I won us the bedroom." Charity led me back towards the kitchen but turned into this narrow alcove opening a door standing aside for me to enter.

She didn't follow after handing me the candle leaving me to take stock of this master bedroom that looked like it had been packed up with only the discarded California king sized bed as its center next to a dresser at its foot that had been emptied.

There was an additional source of illumination from the oblong ceiling high window covered with some vertical blinds with little gaps allowing the street light to partially light things up. Charity returned with an additional candle which she sat on the attached bedside table, placing the other on the opposite side. I watched as she turned to me serenely smiling.

"I'm happy."

"Happy?"

"Yeah, because we get some time away from the bullshit in both of our lives. I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you and I would've kicked Bentley to the curb on the spot if you didn't want to go out tonight. It was always about us, especially after you saved me this morning at church."

"Why'd you really bring Bentley?"

"To pacify Phoebe; I thought she'd be a memorable first experience for him and honestly, there was no way she was getting in bed with us tonight."

"Charity." My voice gave away my compromised nature, but she pressed a finger to my lips.

"Just one night, then we can get back to everything else. Can I have you for one night, please?" Her hands were undoing the buttons on my shirt slipping inside to caress my pecs. Her thumbs rubbed and pinched my nipples sending shockwaves to my crotch.

"Okay."

It was like having an out of body experience as my hands cupped the side of her face, lips pressing into one another; our tongues dueling and wrestling as my shirt fell away like a leaf blowing in the autumn breeze. I kissed each cheek on either side of her beautifully rich chocolate face tracing a slimy trail along her jawline to her earlobe.

I took a page out of her book sinking the tip of my tongue inside her ear making Charity gasp. She locked arms around my chest capturing her wrist with her fingers as she sucked hard on my erect nipple. It was my turn to gasp as she took turns on each one before stripping me of my belt tossing it over her shoulder.

"Feels like Christmas morning." Charity commented unzipping me hooking fingertips into the elastic waistband of my pants.

She drew them down rather authoritatively exposing my package with a breezy sigh. I was shoved into a sitting position on the bed with my slacks at my knees. She got knelt carefully removing my shoes and socks before sliding my pants completely off making me nude.

Charity stood between my opened thighs sliding the halves of her skimpy halter dress off her shoulders. I watched it fall into a corona at her heeled feet before looking up at her face as she cupped the undersides of her large sloping breasts.

My eyes were level with this tiny patch of intricate laced material covering her shaved muff. It was connected to the beads I'd spied in little intervals when Charity crawled across my lap. They rode high on her hips merging into an imbedded thong in the back.

The spiked heels on her feet were sparkling in the subdued darkness as my hands handled her hips. I was fascinated with the intimate garment running my finger along it as she caressed my face. The look on her face was playful and inviting, Charity licked her lower lip as I gently pulled her closer to get a look at her rear cleavage.

This luxuriously beautiful chocolate woman allowed me to have my way with her just watching as I cupped and pinched her cheeks tugging on the beads in her rear cleavage. She made these girlish little gasps as I played sliding those beads along her slit. Charity Gilbert was two or three shades above "slim thick" physically with a body that could easily be hidden behind the right clothing that would shock you when she got naked.

I was feeling it likening my lustful situation to her nemesis, Jaleel. I completely understand him being enraptured with this young woman. The flat of my tongue ran over the side of her left butt cheek. I peppered that cheek with rabbit kisses using the tips of my fingers to press those beads into her slit.

"Keep doing that, I love it; I've been feeling those beads all night especially on the dance floor."

The purpose of those beads became crystal clear as Charity gasped and pressed into my seated body. I was about to eat her, but she gently pushed down on my shoulders flattening me out on the mattress.

"I'm sorry, I just need some right now." Charity mounted me gasping loudly as she impaled herself on my pulsing cock.

Charity began sawing and rowing her hips back and forth riding me like a thoroughbred stallion. She grabbed my wrists pulling my hands up to her breasts. I was way beyond caught up in the moment marveling at the symmetry of her figure and the acute proficiency of her grinding hips.

I pinched and rolled her thick nipples, playfully squeezing the undersides of her breasts. Charity arched her lower back holding in second long intervals until we both groaned then resumed grinding and sawing into my crotch. Her hands cupped the sides of my head as her face became larger inches from mine.

"Please, can I cum now; I can barely hold it?" Charity begged just above a whisper.

"Yeah, I'm almost there too."

She looked as if she would ugly cry, but we started making out as she went really hard out of nowhere popping, bucking, and twerking drawing a long tortured moan out of me organically. My fingers dug trenched in her buttocks as Charity crested with this sustained girlish whine holding it with her mound wedged into the base of my cock.

Charity snatched my hand with an iron grip pressing my palm against her tit. Both of us groaned simultaneously. She locked her inner thighs on the outside of mind in a forceful way leaving me no range of movement. A tremor ran through her body as she pushed down hard on my shoulders.

"Oh god, did you feel that?" It only lasted a second, but the strength displayed was arresting as she started to even out sexually.

"I felt it, I'm still feeling something."

She relaxed her thighs a bit giving me some leeway as she arched her back kissing me and getting kissed back as hands fondled her tight, rounded buns. She broke the wet kiss leaving this tiny saliva web between our lips staring deeply into my eyes.

"I'm gonna make you cum right now." Charity whispered in huffs.

Her thighs tightened up again in this pincer motion clamping laboriously against my thighs again as she started giving me these shivering jerky, pops of her hips. I could feel her from stem to stern, clamping down around the base of my cock. Vocally, it sounded like she was caught nude in the Antarctic bottom lips quivering as a bit of drool ran from her mouth onto my pecs.

Charity went hard rolling her hips vertically in this tight circle that made me cry out squinting my eyes tightly shut, then opening them to find her looking at my face nodding.

I nodded back groaning, rocking my head side to side as her large spongy breasts mashed into my chest.

Charity Gilbert suddenly went slack spreading her legs wide on either side of me as that apple bottom of hers became a pistoning blur of motion. The audible claps of her cheeks hitting my crotch were loud, sloppy, and wet enough to create splashed of perspiration as I began ejaculating so hard, I could feel it in my stomach.

She would stop going so far as to hook her arms underneath mine reaching up clawing into my shoulder blades. Charity was so tight, it felt like a hand was inside her snatch. She hid her face in my torso keeping it up while I squealed and screamed out in ecstasy with nothing held back.

"I CAN FEEL IT CUMMING INSIDE!! YEAH FILL ME UP!! I WANT ALL OF IT!! YEAH!! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR CUM!!!"

Charity lost her composure whining and trembling draped across my prone body starting to use her knees to bounce on my cock even more until the energy left her as her compact donk clapped down onto my crotch with a sense of finality. Both of us were gassed as I felt her tongue teasing my nipple before sucking hard on it making me squirm.

"Oh no, you ain't going nowhere tonight; we've still got until morning and you still have to fuck my ass, hard." Charity's hand was caressing the top of my head.

"No more for me, I'm driving." I sounded punch drunk making her snicker.

Charity kept at my nipple playing and teasing both eventually, running her tongue over my sweat glistened torso. She was already drifting down my abdomen taking time with my navel, French kissing it for a while before I felt myself swallowed up between her lips. Her hands surround the base of my endowment with both thumbs under my balls.

I was so sensitive that I couldn't stifle the bleating uneven scream that erupted from deep in my lungs as Charity made sweet love to my cock with that beautiful mouth of hers. Everything was audible and nasty, as I became convinced she was honestly trying to suck my member free of my body. She would even pullback leaving the upper half in her mouth vacuuming as hard as she could.

"FAWK CHARITY!! OH SHIT!! FUCK!! AW SHIT YOU'RE!! SUCK IT!! DON'T STOP!! OH MY GAWD!!" This was a whole other level of sexual savagery and erotic sadism as she continued this gender flipped ravishing of my body proper.

Her head sank lower disappearing further between my thigh leaving her crown visible. She was crouched down on the floor at the edge of the mattress while my legs were folded over the side.

"WHAT?!! AW!! FUCK, GIRL!! AH SHIT THAT'S SO!!" Charity slathered frothy spit all over my taint swirling her tongue on it making me squirm and rock.

Somehow each of my balls took turns in her mouth before she tried both simultaneously. The underside of my penis followed as she traced a slimy trail up to the tip of my crown.

Charity turned my crotch in to a gooey mess of saliva and precum. She massaged and rubbed everything into a lathery abomination before planting my length between her breasts. Charity suddenly stopped with my prick buried in her cleavage proudly beaming at me, silent.

"Oh no girl; you trying to make me put a ring on it."

Those glistening 38F tits caught the low light of the bedroom bouncing in my lap as wildly as her 39 inch butt had been almost twenty minutes earlier. Charity knew how to handle her big sloping spongy tits cupping them from the outside cushioning my trapped cock inside her well lubed cleavage.

The tips of her thumb and forefinger were pinching down on her erect nipples as those big juicy breasts gave me the mother of all tit fucks and that was considerable with my former hookups with Porsha Simms, Tressie Fisher, Mintzy, and Phoebe currently one room over deflowering a goof. Charity remained silent other than the huffs of air generated by her actions.

She leaned in closer working those tits all over my lap completely possessed. The wild, semi-solid jiggle of those breasts were a visual feast. I could feel the underside of my shaft running along her breast bone while everything else was this rubbery, cushioned massage already putting me near the precipice.

Another climax was right around the corner as I struggled for any bit of composure failing miserably. Charity was being relentless to the point of no return as I started to feel the first pulsing signals of a climax. A deluge of precum was flowing form the head of my cock pooling in the tight seal created by her perfect breasts. I couldn't turn back and she knew it going harder.

"CHARITY!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as a thick rope of gooey ejaculate exploded out of her cleavage.

Even though she was hit dead center in the face, Ms. Gilbert kept it up adding more splooge to her face and the tops of those immaculate tits. Those bouncing tits felt heavenly in my lap as she continued for a while longer with my defiled penis happily trapped against her sternum.

My girth was completely glazed over and white from our combined juices, saliva and my excess jizz as Charity got down on all fours with her head between my legs sucking up every bit of spunk expertly cleaning my cock while I stared blissfully at the ceiling. I was breathing hard as Charity rose up kneeling between my legs visibly pleased with herself.

She waited until I looked at her face to lick a trail of my jizz from the top of her left boob. I watched as the other followed realizing she was collecting it as she stuck her tongue out displaying my load before audibly swallowing it. Charity stayed there looking at me with a sparkle in her eyes and an inviting smile on her lips.

She jiggled and played with her breasts lightly swaying her hips as she licked her bottom lip still ready for more.

"Just let me get some sleep, then we can go get a ring before we tell our parents." I alluded to marriage making her laugh aloud and climb up my body pressing a hand over my lips.

"Don't you dare make me laugh; I wanna enjoy you some more."

Her hand drew back leaving a finger to trace the shape of my lips. Charity reclined at my side with a leg draped over mine softly caressing my face before sliding down to my abdomen before I stopped her.

"Oh no you don't; we're taking a time out. Aren't you even the least bit tired?"

"No, I'm REALLY gonna FUCK your BRAINS out tonight, rather this morning I guess. I'm not gonna let you tap out while I'm so horny. Man, I thought about "sitting in your lap" at the club tonight, but Phoebe was being a little tart about everything. We're here in my old world and can't nobody stop us from sleeping together; I'm gonna fuck you up so that you won't be messing with no more girls this week."

"Sounds like you have a list." I picked up on the dig at Tressie Fisher.

"You know it; so, we're going again right now, or what?"

"Or what." I deadpanned.

"Have it your way babe."

Charity sat upright beside me raising her arms above her head audibly cracking her bones. This made her pneumatic breasts jut out further than usual drawing my attention as she swung her long legs over the side of the bed. Her back was to me as she flexed again cracking some bones then glanced over her shoulder with a smile that worried me. Charity stood up giving me a good rear view of her classic slender and stacked figure as she walked to the bedroom door cracking it.

"Where you going?"

"Your sausage ain't the only one at this party; Phoebe's gonna have to slide over because I'm gonna bounce that nigga Bentley off the wall and tap him out like I just did you. Have a nice nap, bitch."

Charity disappeared lightly pulling the door up behind herself.

"She just called me a bitch, what the fuck?"

Somehow I found the energy to get up intent on confronting Charity Gilbert throwing the door open only to be suddenly grabbed from behind with a hand covering my mouth. Charity slid her head under my left armpit looking up at my face grinning.

"Sike." She half whispered chortling.

"Ha, ha very funny Charity!" She shushed me trying to put her hand over my mouth but I batted it away as she put a finger to her lips motioning towards the end of the darkened corridor.

Both of us were interrupted by this breezy moan that echoed through the corridor. Charity hooked an arm in mine leading us to the end of the corridor stopping short to peer around the corner into the living room. Despite the immediate view, I leaned over her shoulder peeking. The living room was spacious with even higher ceiling and windows haphazardly covered with thick curtains.

The was illumination emanating from the candle on this coffee table that was a clear oblong glass construct piled with unread mail. This big bubble of light highlighted two bodies on the plush white carpet. Phoebe's thick muscular legs hung in the air, tiny feet following the back curve of her defined calves with toes curled.

Phoebe's defined arms were wrapped around his torso airtight, her pretty rounded face a picture of rapture chin tilted up towards the ceiling. Bentley's arms were similarly wrapped around her torso just as intensely while his thin, slightly athletic frame lay prone atop her packed voluptuous curves. Charity and I leaned further able to see all of their nude bodies on that plush carpeting. The champagne bottle lay toppled off to the side spilling what remained off the edge of the carpet.

Bentley was so much plunging into her like one would expect of a guy having his first time. Instead he was wedged into her pelvis rolling his narrow hips grinding her cunt raw. We could see Phoebe completely flushed in the limited light. His head was facing away from us, but his body was similarly tinted.

They were making love.

"That's so beautiful." Charity whispered taking custody of my thumb raising the connected hand to kiss my knuckle. I responded likewise kissing her knuckles jointly, then her elegant neck followed by her cheek.

I pressed into her meeting her lips and waiting tongue strangely energized by Phoebe's blissful moans one room over. My hands handled her waist as she got up on the tips of her toes kissing me with unrequited passion. Her thin finger squeezed my biceps while I expectantly cupped her compact butt caressing and parting those dense cheeks.

Charity raised a shapely leg wrapping it around mine. We knew where things were going as I picked her up carrying her back to the bedroom like we were newlyweds. I carefully planted her on the mattress surprised when she kept moving going on all fours knees as far apart as she could manage.

"You promised." Charity reached between her legs from underneath spreading her flower, but then reared up spreading her cheeks in open invitation licking her lips.