Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 15

SEASON FINALE

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Tressie Fisher began playing "Oh Happy Day" in melody surrounded by her students and some of the female members of the congregation.

I raised my camera knowing this performance was the real reason I was filming. Her niece Stacy plugged in the mic planting it on the piano top facing her auntie who was getting into the music. Some of the people were resuming their seats while others hovered near the grand piano. Half of the choir was already bumping and swaying side by side to the music. Phoebe and Bentley were already on their feet.

Then it happened.

"WHEN JESUS WALKED!! WHEN JESUS WALKED, HE WASHED MY SINS AWAY!!" Tressie Fisher let loose with a high note going right into the section of the gospel song without missing a beat.

The remainder of the choir were quickly returning to their places already singing in concert with her as the applause rang out. I stood in place filming the proceedings for prosperity noticing my mother watching with a big smile on her face. Just like that church was a place of jubilation again as Tressie glanced back over her shoulder.

Mr. Gilbert was within five feet of her clapping to the music, tears in his eyes. Tressie turned back to the piano rocking and bopping to the music shaking her head wildly until the bandana slid away almost magically. Her mane of brownish hair flowed free as she sang with the voice of an soulful angel.

Filming, I knew the old Tressie Fisher was long gone never to return; happy to have played a part in killing that version of her. Most of the church was giving Tressie a standing ovation as I noticed the pastor leaving the pulpit, hanging his head in shame.

I shed a tear or two as Mr. Gilbert joined her along with the children and her siblings. Demon hung back preferring his own space and I understood that.

It was a beautiful thing to see.

(RECAP)

"What is this sorry shit?"

My cousin's backyard was a cramped affair between the rectangular design of the home and the blocky, rarely used garage in the back which left a square space of actual yard to be used. My aunt had already used up a third of this space for her garden and some veggies she was growing which my cousin tended to in her absence.

A large tree had grown at one corner on sort of a diagonal angle dipping into the yard. The opposite sides of the yard was an enclosed private space with a very high picket fence well over six feet in height. "Mr. Loverman " by Shabba Ranks was softly wafting through the air as I got an unexpected surprise.

Rashida Sikes was lying prone on a lounge chair wearing a bikini and some sunglasses which seemed to be hiding the fact that she was napping. The music was coming from her iPhone on a nearby glass table and chair set. I found myself massaging my chin looking about before drifting closer for a better appraisal of the situation.

Some fashion magazine was being used as a pillow for the snoozing urban model. Her dark skin contrasted with the red Hawaiian print barely covering her luscious figure in two skimpy bits of cloth. Chi Town Thunda looked more cut than I'd ever known her to be before. Apparently she was hitting the gym.

More important was the certified sixty two inches of thick, mountainous badonkadunk on display in the afternoon sunlight.

Although the bikini bottom was plus sized, her ponderous cheeks were making a mockery of the material leaving her with an improvised thong as it protruded from the top of her deep gluteal cleft. Rashida's top was undone verifying the comical fact that this rich, dark skinned woman was actually sunbathing.

Rashida Sikes aka "Chi Town Thunda" was hourglass perfection. I noticed a half full pitcher of Mojito on the little table besides her phone. Rashida Sikes was having the perfect lazy day that was about to be interrupted. I took a seat in the available chair beside her lounge chair. Her profile was staggering with her butt a literal shelf of rounded flesh.

"Damn, almost hate to do it." I leaned back enjoying the view for a while waiting to see if Jaquan would appear. After a few minutes, I picked up Rashida's phone abruptly changing the song to "YES" by Fat Joe, Cardi B and Anuel AA.

"YES, ASS UP, FACE DOWN!!!" Blasted from her phone jolting Rashida out of her slumber.

She rose up quickly on her elbows knocking the magazine onto the grass regarding me with a pause, then sudden shock and revulsion turning on her side. Rashida snatched up a towel from the opposite side of her lounge chair covering herself as best she could.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING HERE?!!" She fumbled with the sunglasses righting them on her face as the music continued blasting.

"Family relationship; you are aware, right?" I was casual watching amused as she tried to futilely wrap the towel around her midsection without getting up.

"YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE OR I'M GONNA CALL THE COPS!!" Rashida threatened.

"Okay bitch, I'd like to see you explain that shit to my auntie who owns the fucking house."

My posture was relaxed as I reclined in the chair making no attempts to hide the fact that I was checking out her body. Rashida half flopped out onto the grass standing up close enough to clock me if she wanted, but I didn't flinch. She tied the towel in a knot about her chest snatching up her phone turning off the music. I rested my chin on my fist expecting her to summon my cousin one way or another.

"What're you doing here; you know you ain't wanted?!!"

"Uhm, nobody gave me the memo; I've been busy up until this very moment."

Rashida had an arm draped across her tits while tugging at a portion of the towel trying to hide her abdomen. She'd definitely been working out now sporting a defined stomach, but everything else was basically the same regarding her body for the most part.

"YOU NEEDS TO GET UP OUTTA HERE BEFORE JAQUAN GETS TO DUMPING ON YOUR ASS!! YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE AROUND HERE NO HOW, NIGGA!! WHY YOU CREEPING AROUND HERE, HUH FOOL?!!" Knowing she had a glass chin after witnessing her getting trashed by the much smaller Yoli didn't help her "Ghetto Girl" act one bit.

"It's called visiting my family for your information Rashida; by the way, what're you doing here? Is Jaquan renting out rooms now?" A look of panic flashed in her eyes for a second followed by her trademark scowl and gritted teeth.

"I AIN'T GOTTA TELL YOU SHIT!" Rashida probably half knew I was aware of the reason for her presence considering her body language. My chin still rested on my fist as I glanced at her internet famous stallion legs still as shapely as ever, but less so than my friend Phoebe.

"Where that nigga Jaquan?"

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?!"

"Where's that nigga?" I changed posture resting my forearms on the arms of the chair, both legs parted not bothering to hide the bulge in my pants.

"YOU STOOPID MAN!!"

"Rashida, where is that nigga Jaquan; I want to talk to my cousin. Do you understand me, bitch?" My tone was controlled and even. She could've kicked me in the balls if she wanted and that would've been disastrous considering her thick, powerful legs.

"YOU TRIPPING, FUCK I'M OUT!!" Rashida glanced at the face of her phone beginning to stalk off leaving me in the backyard. I started laughing doing this prolonged slow clap watching the bounce and involuntary sway of her monster sized cheeks.

"Damn, I've come a long way if I scare your big ass." Rashida stopped turning back with a one finger salute but looked shocked when I got up hands in pockets walking in her direction. She looked indecisive as I closed the distance between us in seconds.

"Ain't nobody scared of you nigga; I'm gonna tell Jaquan!!" She unevenly threatened proxy violence finding my expression unchanged.

"Look, I just want to talk to my cousin; he can tell me to beat it, in person if he wants." I shrugged as I calmly explained myself.

"Well, he ain't here."

"Where is he; I'll go visit him where ever that is girl. Where's that nigga Jaquan?" I reiterated.

"DON'T YOU LISTEN TO NOTHING I SAID?!!" Rashida yelled in my face trying to get a reaction which I ignored.

"Hold up baby; give me this."

I lightly encircled her wrist raising her rich pink palm upright staring at it intently like I was looking into a portal or something. Rashida glanced between me and her palm breaking into a wide grin playfully twisting out of my grasp. We stared at another with my expression remaining static.

"Oh, so you think you Renee now, huh nigga?!" She looked as if she would laugh in my face but I remained calm.

"Now we both know that ain't true because I'd have to be several shades lighter with natural shoulder length hair, tits and hips to kill for with a phat ass that just won't quit. Oh yeah, you'd probably have to swap me out this right here too Rashida girl."

Before she realized it my middle fingers were caressing her covered slit. Rashida glanced down at my invading digits in her thigh gap, then scoffed pulling them free still smiling.

"What you doing?"

"You've got to be kidding; where is Jaquan?" She stomped her foot like some kid having a tantrum looking away for a moment before smiling at me with this muted chortle.

"HE AIN'T HERE, OKAY?!!" Rashida confessed leaning against the wall boxed in with me directly in front of her.

"I don't mind waiting." My fingers found her slit again rubbing and caressing only to be more forcefully pulled away.

"YOU DOING THE MOST NIGGA!"

"I don't mind doing the most Rashida' let's go inside and wait for my cousin. Lets do the most with each other bitch."

My right hand rested on her rounded thigh giving it an encouraging squeeze. My tone remained calm and even while my eyes never left hers. Rashida inched over encountering my other hand, both now resting on the outer swell of her decadent hips.

"You're tripping; you think you got it like that?" My hands slid up handling her small waist. Instead of bringing her into my body, I pressed into her letting my business mash against hers.

"Don't you wanna do the most?"

"CUT IT OUT, STOP PLAYING WITH ME!!" Rashida tried to laugh it off, but I traced a caressing finger along her spine.

"Where's that nigga?"

Rashida grimaced, brow furrowing at the thought I really was casually messing around with her. Her hands pressed into my chest but didn't push as I looked down at them, then at her face noticing something different. She picked up on my change in disposition immediately.

"What?!!" I reached up removing her sunglasses.

"Oh, I never figured you were the type to get "work" done." Rashida Sikes's nose was a bit thinner changing the overall look of her face making her cheekbones and full lips stand out more. She glanced away mildly irritated and embarrassed.

"Well, your jaundiced yellow ass girlfriend fucked me up good; I didn't want a crooked beak, so well, you know! What, you don't like it or something, nigga?!! Huh?!! Got my fucking tits filled in too, don't like that shit?!!" Rashida's formerly saggy breasts were now more buoyant like slightly oversized lemons.

"Where's that nigga Jaquan?" I ignored the question altogether.

"FUCK YOU!" Rashida snarled inches away from my face.

I gave her a lingering wet kiss instead pressing my bulge into her covered mound, hard. There was no doubt she could feel how hard and ready I was to tap that monster ass of hers. My hands were still at her waist as I broke the kiss casually grinding into her snatch, both of us vertical.

Rashida was starting to breathe heavier as I rubbed and ran my hands along her sides looking into her face again showing a bit of lust. She didn't say anything when I kissed her again slipping my tongue into her mouth. We went at it for a good five minutes with her breaking it off this time.

"Damn, what are you doing? You looking for your cousin or you trying to fuck?"

My middle fingers answered by invading her juicy snatch made so by my subtle manipulation of the emerging situation. Rashida Sikes was gooey inside and getting wetter compromised by my explicit knowledge of her body. I briefly recalled the joy of finally fucking her in Renee's bathroom.

My educated fingers slid deeper just encountering a certain bumpy ridge inside her creamy puss. Rashida's legs parted a little allowing me to reach her secret spot unimpeded. We both knew I could make her cum with my fingers alone, but I wanted more kissing her again. Rashida mutely capitulated wrapping her arms around my neck.

Her rich cream coated my fingers as her inner walls tightened and spasmed. It was quiet in the backyard as I had my way with her puffy mound digitally invading her fat cunt. Rashida's brow started to glisten with perspiration subtly followed by her narrow face.

We made out in pecks and extended tongue wrestling fashion for most of it until she uncovered one of her enhanced boobs revealing a thick blocky nipple.

Rashida's breathy moan carried across the yard as I nursed on her tit. I was writing the letters of the alphabet on her g-spot starting to make her squirm. I felt her hand graze my endowment a few times, but she was already on the verge.

"AH, AW, HE'S NOT HERE!! JAQUAN'S IN, AW, AH, AH ARIZONA, WITH RENEE AND DAISY!!" Rashida broke starting to hump and roll her hips into my pumping fingers, four now in her snatch.

"I don't care; you wanna do the most with me?" Rashida started nodding her head profusely reaching down undoing the ties at her ridiculously wide hips.

The bikini bottoms didn't completely fall away stopped by her thick inner thighs ending up hanging there in negative space as I found her muff clean shaven. Her mouth was hanging open as I pressed my point further digging her out.

"Yeah, do it." Rashida whimpered finally.

I turned her around facing the half opened backdoor of my cousin's home reaching down roughly yanking the bikini bottoms free with a bit of flair. This wasn't uncharted territory, but a trip down memory lane with enhancements as I walked Rashida just inside the doorway to the adjacent kitchen.

Once we cleared the door, my hands snatched away the skimpy top covering her renewed breasts making her nude. I had her bikini balled up in my fist while my other hand was around her throat as I pressed her against the edge of the kitchen counter.

One of her hands was clawing at my zipper managing to get my cock free long enough to be shoved inside her steaming snatch.

Rashida willingly bent over the counter hands still at her sides taking all the dick as I got reacquainted with her doughy puss in exquisite detail. Her monstrous ass was thick with just a bit of jiggle signaling Rashida's recent workout routine and its effects on her newly minted figure.

The loud wet clap of her cheeks was audible echoing off the walls as her badonkadunk bounced off my pelvis.

I knew how she liked it, loved the deep arch in her back as she popped and clapped those cheeks. Rashida's yowls and squeals of delight were extremely loud, both of us facing the window over the sink. The neighbor's window was level with ours just outside and I could've swore I saw movement behind those thin curtains, reaching up palming the top of her head.

"NUH, NOT SAFE TODAY!! DON'T DO IT INSIDE!!" Rashida managed before being gagged with her own swim suit.

Now freed, both of my hands were filled with the luscious thighs allowing me to properly beat her back out with extreme prejudice. I got her wedged against the edge of the kitchen sink taking rapid fire back shots like it was yesterday. Her upgraded tits now had a decent jiggle flopping about her chest.

Rashida's yelps and whimpers weren't abated by any means, only partially muffled as I noticed more movement across the way behind the window.

I pulled out spreading her cheeks getting help from the woman herself revealing her backdoor. When I didn't respond she turned around finding me shucking out of my clothes getting naked in Jaquan's kitchen. I left my clothes on the tiled floor where they landed as Rashida knelt before me.

Nasty sloppy top was the order of the day as Rashida gave me some excellent neck taking care of the balls and even my taint. She hocked and spit all over my cock lubricating it for the eventual ass fucking we both knew was coming up. There was no doubt I was getting the five star treatment enhanced by her soulful moaning mixed with some coughing and gagging.

Rashida locked her arms around my thighs with my cock embedded in her throat up to the hilt wildly fucking me with her mouth. My inner thighs were fiercely tightening up signaling an impending orgasm, but I quickly disengaged giving her lifesaving air. Rashida's mouth hung open as her chest heaved.

My cock slapped both of her cheeks before ending up in her mouth again for more impassioned vacuum suction. Rashida went with it allowing me to grab a handful of her updo crawling beside me into the living room I'd inhabited months earlier and a very familiar leather couch I'd defiled numerous times with her worst enemy.

Now, she was going to join Yoli, and Akemi, another one of my cousin Jaquan's jump offs, getting banged out on that fucking couch this afternoon.

"You know what to do baby." I said without emotion.

Rashida proved her knowledge of me as well mounting the couch on all fours with her elbows resting on top of its back. She understood my proclivity intimately arching her lower back into an L shape with her legs parted wide enough to give me what I wanted in no uncertain terms.

I could see goosebumps prickling up on her back as I grabbed big greedy handfuls of her cheeks spreading them apart until her rear entrance was available. She stole a look over her shoulder as the fat crown of my prick pushed against her indigo colored brown eye. We gasped in unison as I went balls deep quickly sheathing the entire lance inside her bowels.

She felt so much better this way because I had way more leverage considering the size of her ass and her narrow waist. Rashida Sikes liked it hard, rough, and fast likely developing a taste for anal during a clandestine encounter with my older cousin Jaquan. He'd gone in her backdoor frustrated with her shallow pussy during that alcohol fueled betrayal of his woman and her best friend.

Rashida was bumping back into my pelvis the instant I bottomed out inside that enormous ass. I'd forgot how well we worked together but was reminded by my uber thick partner as the sound of our dueling body parts filled the living room. I liked the way she looked bent over in front of me.

Rashida brought her thick thighs together allowing me to crouch over her in the bulldog position. My pelvis came down wetly clapping her voluptuous cheeks. The motion ripples were visibly incredible to see encompassing her lower half down to the knees as she cried out enjoying herself to the fullest. It sounded like she was being gutted as I gave it to her with everything I had and then some.

Rashida's massive cheeks made one hell of a cushion for the bottom of my thighs. Her head was half hidden between her shoulders as she trusted me enough to interlock her fingers at the back of her powerful thighs. I rammed into her as hard as humanly possible holding for a second before gradually drawing my penis free of her steaming box.

Rashida didn't have a problem being pushed down on her back for some frenzied missionary anal. She went with it drawing her knees up into her abdomen grabbing and crossing her ankles allowing me to go into a pushup position with flattened palms on her muscular calves.

She used her freed hands to squeeze and maul her tits, pinching and distending the hardened nipples. Rashida even accepted three fingers into her mouth allowing me to gag her until they were sufficiently wet enough to apply to her clit.