Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 14

"Sure it's not like that." Ed chuckled.

"I'm fucked." I sat down on the step facepalming as he started cleaning the auditorium.

"WHAT IS THIS SHIT?!! NASTY ASS KIDS THESE DAYS!!" Ed discovered the puddle left behind by Carlie.

Her chair ended up covered with a plastic garbage bag marked for steam cleaning later that night.

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I found a burst of energy flowing through my body leaving Ed to take care of the auditorium getting into the narrow part of the corridor in a frenzy. I wanted to find Zoya, see what she knew or saw. The corridor beyond was partially filled with enough people that I had to negotiate the crowd while scanning for Zoya.

At the end of the corridor were some empty classes, two to be exact. The door on my left was partially ajar allowing me to peer inside finding evidence that Ed had already been there. The second door on my right had a piece of notebook paper taped to its bright hardwood surface. It was a notice for an impromptu casting call for the drama department.

I tried the handle finding it a little loose as several students passed by in deep conversation. The thick door opened revealing a darkened room that I was more than happy to simply peek into, but some hallway pedestrians bumped me inside. The room had been broken down, but most of the desks were shifted off to the side which meant I'd likely end up gathering them.

I shrugged it off knowing Zoya was probably in the wind. I started moving a few desks near the door in the partial darkness. There were three overhead lighting fixtures partially illuminating the room in three solid beams of mood lighting. I walked further inside, then decided to turn the big light on to continue my work.

"OH, DAMN!"

Deep in the darkness up against the wall at my immediate left, two people were getting it in behind a row of desks. Some brother was planking the shit out of some female. I couldn't really see any details but he was mounting her prone bone getting all of the ass like his life depended on it. I could hear both of them grunting along with the meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

"HEY DAWG, DO YOU MIND?!!" I'd froze in place, shocked at the sight of them manically fucking in the darkness.

"Uh yeah, sorry." I mumbled.

"GET THAT LIGHT, NIGGA!!" I couldn't see him but made out a red baller's cap on his head. I stumbled backward like a gun was being pointed at me switching off the lights and pulling up the door. I floundered in the middle of the corridor as a bunch of guys went by taking me in their wake. Before I knew it, I was walking down the stairwell listening to the raucous chatter of my incidental comrades. We hit a door leading out into the back of the lobby area.

My mind was going a mile a minute as I walked up to the main lobby barely noticing the students milling about, a lot of them TA'S and disparate couples talking. There were a number of people framing either side of the double glass doors leading out onto the street. This gigantic guy in a football jersey and sweats turned into me with his hand raised stopping me at the entrance. He was a literal humanoid grizzly with a head full of dreadlocks, thick blocky glasses and a cartoonishly innocuous face goatee on his narrow chin.

"WHAT'S UP?!!" I was caught off guard, but still added some base to my voice.

"OH SORRY BRUH, SOMEBODY IS TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!!" He pointed over my shoulder prompting me to follow the trajectory of his gaze to the large art deco styled windows deep set which made the sill unofficial seating for people waiting for a ride.

Carlie was sitting there in the window with her legs folded under her butt while some guy stood at her side trying to make the hard sell. She was staring intently in my direction with a half-smile on her roundish, youthful face. She barely acknowledged the interested brother leaning against the wall talking a mile a minute. Carlie changed posture drawing her knees up vertically wrapping her arms around them grinning at me. Her admirer followed her gaze to me as I walked over.

He met me a few feet away from Carlie bothered to distraction.

"Thanks man, that's real foul bro; I was gonna hit that."

"Wanna smell my fingers?"

"WHAT, EW!! YOU NEED TO GET JESUS IN YOUR LIFE NIGGA!!" The admirer was put out backing away verbally disgusted.

"I hang out and fuck bitches in his basement."

Carlie burst into laughter burying her face in the front of her folded knees as this guy made the sign of the cross filing out like I was a leper or something. She was busting up as I took his place leaning into the wall above her.

"Oh what's so funny bright eyes?" Carlie looked up into my face with this enamored expression. It was vastly different a week later from the pointed scorn days earlier.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Home."

"No you ain't."

"Oh, where am I going, then?" Carlie chuckled a bit before biting her lip averting her eyes demurely.

"Two doors over, cutting edge Youth Hostel with this sweet door out front that opens with a debit card. Once you slide that card, not only does it open the front door; also activates the next available room with a flashing green light. Nice little beds overlooking the loop, nice and fresh with a small shower in one corner. We're gonna love it."

"Got it all planned out, huh?"

"Did you think you was gonna get away?" Carlie flashed her credit card waving it in front of my face.

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"What?"

"Damn girl what're you doing?" I'd opened the door with her card turning to find Carlie leaning against the wall already removing her panties in anticipation.

"If you stay ready, you don't gotta get ready." She answered glibly swinging her underwear on a pointer finger with a chuckle.

Carlie leaned against the wall with her tight bubble mashed into as she bent over at a ninety degree angle drawing the front of her dress up until her upper thighs were visible just below her snatch. Her legs were runway quality with just enough plumpness in the thighs to signify her heritage. In a few years she might even fill out almost matching her relative Renee Kelly.

It felt like she was stunting there in the narrow corridor at the top of the stairs. Carlie reached up unslinging her bag tossing it to me from two feet away. I caught it puzzled for a moment looking back at her inquisitively. Carlie cocked her head to the side with a slight nod until I got her meaning. I used her bag dropping it down to the floor to keep the room door ajar.

I met her in the corridor outside our room standing in front of her there. My body would've completely obscured hers if anyone came in from outside because of her narrow stature. Carlie raised the dress higher giving me another look at her clean shaven snatch. My hand cupped her mound in this upward underhanded motion feeling her already wet enough to leak womanly essence between my fingers.

When I'd first met her in Renee's shop I had no idea how truly hot she was and would've relished shooting some amateur content with this conscious ingenue. In response to my groping, Carlie unbuckled and unzipped me with one hand exposing my throbbing erection.

"I didn't come to see that movie tonight; I came to fuck you."

"Yeah, you wanted to fuck me?"

"Since I gave you that blowjob; I would've fucked you that night but I had to meet up with my man. Didn't want to get busted and all, you know how it is, right?" Carlie handled me with authority.

"Unfortunately."

"Fuck the shit out of me right now."

She was rubbing the underside of my endowment on her damp mound, tapping, and pressing it against her juicy slit. I had enough slamming my palms flat on either side of her head popping my hips driving my manhood through the narrow fingers handling me. The head of my cock poked into the tender flesh of her mound feeling heavenly.

"Carlie, I'm gonna fuck your motherfucking brains out." I growled reaching down grabbing dueling handfuls of her tight bubbled butt.

The material of her dress spilled between my fingers outstretched across her ass like eagle talons as I pressed into her body mashing her against it. She weighed little to nothing as I lifted her aloft finally shoving my prick into her sweltering honeypot.

She was so wet I slid hard inside with little to no friction balls deep. Carlie was beaming as I penetrated her fully to the hilt, stifling her own voice by biting her own lip. She had another surprise waiting as her walls contracted into a vise like grip around the base of my cock. It was so sudden that I couldn't help reacting facially. Carlie loved it going into a wide grin that embarrassed me enough to look away towards the bottom of the stairs.

"Kegel exercises three times a week, I also have a background in dance; you like the benefits." She did this muted roll of the hips putting pressure on my shaft.

Carlie was sexually stunting before we even got started. Her arms were draped over my shoulders.

"I like it; fuck girl, I love this shit." Her ego was stoked as she leaned in with a soulful kiss that made my toes curl up inside my canvas sneakers.

Carlie's ankles were interlocked in the small of my back as we made out in the corridor. She was purposely squeezing and grinding down on my member sending jolts of electricity running through my body.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah Carlie, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

"You talking but you ain't doing nothing; get off your show business and show me something nigga." She replied playfully knowing her words presented an open challenge stinging my masculinity.

I pressed hard into her snatch finding that it conformed to my movements. Her puffy labia parted further absorbing what was intended to be a sustained grind into her virtue. Carlie's sex was extremely squishy and resilient making me consider her relationship with Renee Kelly. Both of us had been sexually trained, me sort of a pet project as she manipulated me into doing her bidding. Above all else, I had the endurance of an athlete between the sheets.

"Giving up already; I haven't even road you yet." She looked as if she would laugh in my face and I felt it was unintentional, but no less challenging.

"Bitch."

I reared up off the wall carrying her in my arms like an infant to the half opened door of our hostel room. I kicked her bag getting inside caring little that her things spilled out onto the floor. True to her description, there was a large window facing out on to the streets below adjacent to the elevated train that ran through the city proper. I didn't see anything else as I faceplanted on top of Carlie, both of us still basically clothed.

She got the full brunt of my weight but didn't complain because I was fucking her hard even while we were falling. Her impact into the mattress added to the effect as I bottomed out personally. She went with it legs elevated bent at the knee on either side of my thrusting hips. Her legs were long enough, that her feet were flat on the mattress.

The excessively wet squishy feel of her cunt was immediately addictive. I went a thousand miles an hour pounding Carlie's pussy feeling her caressing my back eventually cupping my cheeks. She drew me down into her waiting lips. We were somewhere between making love and just animalistically screwing the shit out of one another.

The sound of my plunging pike was loud, distinctly audible with this almost sickening sound that was best described as slurping. She was creaming nonstop around the base of my shaft. Her cunt was really deep easily able to handle Andre and she'd worked at her technique able to contract around my meat no problem.

Whenever my cock would plunge down into her, Carlie's hips wrenched down perfectly applying intense pressure in synch with my movements. Demonstrating the rewards of that sexual tutoring, Carlie would roll and pop her hips essentially stroking my member when it was in backward movement. She broke contact from making out looking deep into my eyes gauging my response. Her expression remained playful making it feel as if she were toying with me.

"Can you handle me?" She asked smiling and cheesing like she knew the answer.

"What do you think?"

"I think my cousin trained you and I think you're trying to stunt in your own little way; especially since you got away with that shit in the auditorium. It's gonna take more than "hanging" to please me boy. You got that baby?"

"Sure, I think you've also been trained by a certain someone, and I think she said some real uninformed shit about me; so, you think you got my number because I was "sprung" on her. Carlie, you ain't her and I ain't no simp."

"Prove it nigga."

"I was about to say the same thing to you baby."

"Alright fool; we got space and opportunity, so we doing the damn thang, or not?" Both of us were smiling still screwing through the whole exchange.

"Let's go Carlie."

Both of us slowly disengaged as I got off the bed stripping my clothing off. Carlie watched invested leaning on her side in the reclining buddha pose. She was checking me out slowly sitting up as I planted my butt on the edge of the mattress.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson for playing with me." Carlie swung her long legs over onto the floor removing her shoes as I sat watching. Instead of just slipping the dress over her shoulders, the deceptive ingénue stood up in front of me.

"Hey, admit it; you were fucking with me this whole time, right?" She asked.

"You're fucking with me right now."

"But you wanted to stick it to my cousin, right? Would fucking me right now make you feel better about that shit between you two?"

"Fucking you right now would make my dick feel real good; I want to see you naked and fuck your juicy little peach. Might even go up in your ass if you let me; but you just wanna talk shit and have a backdoor out of this shit when I make you piss all over this fucking floor bitch. You scared you won't live up to the Kelly family name, huh? You gonna take my drawers back to her so she can smell them when she get lonely at night? I want to fuck you Carlie."

She looked shocked for a moment not expecting me to answer plainly in intermittent sprinkled blue language.

"Oh you are, so wrong for that shit." Carlie slipped the dress over her shoulders tossing it on the floor beside her handbag.

She was quote-unquote cocksure of herself standing there in front of me in the buff. Carlie was a bit over five seven in height with a more defined model's figure also giving me a real good look at those anchor type hips. It looked like she worked out on the regular with some defined musculature. I had an inordinate amount of stamina but Carlie was built to last.

Still flossing, Carlie hit a profile view for me letting me view the roundness of her bubble butt from the side then turned her back to me. Those hips were calling out to me in the worst way now because her cheeks were these dueling perfectly rounded spheres mashed into one another. Her gluteal cleft was well defined and deep giving credence to my earlier assessment that Carlie was running with a baby donk.

"Stop looking." I did a doubletake at the phrase feeling like her cousin was looking over my shoulder.

"Cut it out Carlie." She turned to me with a finger in her mouth nibbling on the nail, removing her glasses.

"Hey, I'm gonna do something, but don't say anything about it." She started undoing the ball of fabric above her forehead. Carlie unwrapped what ended up being a surprising amount of fabric removing her headwrap.

Her surprisingly straight hair cascaded down hanging from her shoulders.

It was lavender colored.

"Oh!"

"I said, don't say anything about this alright; don't you dare shred me over this shit. A girl likes to experiment with her look every now and then."

"I'm good; I just didn't know you were gonna reveal your secret identity Carlie."

"Huh?"

"Ain't you Storm from that fucking X-Men, huh?"

Carlie gave me a light slap to the cheek prompting me to snatch her shrieking into my body as I sat on the edge of that bed. She pushed one of her tits into my mouth as two of my finger curved up inside her snatch. I knew I made an impression when she didn't stop me or make some quip.

She liked the way I touched her and wanted more cupping her free breast rolling the nipple. I made a mess of her left tit sucking as hard as humanly possible making her groan. Carlie was gooey enough that I found her special place like a library book left behind. Already hot and bothered beyond the max, the effect of my fingers was instantaneous.

My fingers were drenched with her essence in seconds as Carlie cupped my cheek coming in for a deep soulful make out session. Her thighs were quivering, toes curling as I continued my tutorial of her slim, thick body. I have to admit it was jarring finding her with a full shoulder length head of lavender colored hair. It contrasted with the rich chocolate tone of her skin adding more of an exotic nature to her allure.

Carlie shoved four fingers into her mouth gagging herself before applying her saliva coated digits to her aroused button. She rubbed in small circular motions breaking it up with these little slaps on her button. It was fascinating to watch this young women work in tandem with my efforts. Most of the women I'd been with kind of let me do things to them.

Her hand partially covered my upturned one as we sent her tight little box into overdrive together. Her cute youthful features scrunched up as she began to feel it. Carlie's perfect bikini belly and lower back started to undulate in serpentine fashion rocking and shaking well on the way to climax.

More of her natural wetness flowed akin to a literal fountain. Carlie was probably the wettest woman I'd ever been with as she twisted and bobbed on my lap. It was like handling a wet fish as she bucked up into my probing fingers.

"It's coming Carlie? Is it, baby?"

"NEE-NEE!!" Her plump bottom lip was shivering like she had frost bite. I know it sounds crazy but I could hear her teeth chattering.

"Oh yeah, that's what I want Carlie, do it; do that shit." Our hands were glistening with her wetness which was coming in bursts.

"NEE-NEE-NEE!!" I figured my earlier actions had opened some sensual door leaving Carlie extremely sensitive downstairs. She was already perspiring heavily as sweat ran down her forehead over her cheeks. Our collective efforts were audible and for me, personally inspiring.

"Carlie?"

"NEE-NEE, YUH-YEAH?!!"

"Will you tell me when you're about to cum?"

She was shivering and shaking, feverishly giving me no inclination one way or the other. Carlie was visibly creaming all over my digits as foamy lathery discharge began to run down onto my thigh. My prick was so hard, it was covered with veins straining and bobbing in the air criminally neglected.

"Won't you tell me Carlie? I just want to know the exact moment; see you cum that exact second. Will you do that for me baby, huh Carlie?"

Our lips mashed together in a torrid display of passion. She broke the connection mouth agape gasping as I continued mashing down on her secret spot. Her features tightened and twisted making it look as if she were about to ugly cry as her head bobbed feverishly.

"NEE-NEE-NEE IT'S CUM!! NEE-NEE-IT'S COMING, RIGHT NOW; FAWK IT'S CUMMING!! NEE-NEE-NEE!! AWWW SHIT!!" Her eyes went wide making her pupils little inky dots in a sea of white.

"Got you bitch!"

Before Carlie even knew what was happening I'd yanked her off my lap shoving the woman into the edge of the mattress with the impact of a car crash. That bubble butt and exposed swollen peach were a direct target and straight shot as I went balls deep inside her orgasming snatch with authority. I grabbed her moderately juicy hips pounding the literal stuffing out of her honey pot.