Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 16 - Epilogue

I could feel her hand caressing the top of my head in reality pushing down on it as she humped harder into it. Her fingers appeared spreading her flower wide apart making her clit available to be suckled. My overt capitulation sent her into hysterics as things started to get wet and slimy downstairs. These loud oddly girlish squealing sounds filled the bedroom as Erica got her freak on with extreme prejudice. At this point my mouth was wedged against her muff like a lamprey eel. My tongue was wreaking havoc on her clit doing enough damage to send her clawing up the head board. It seemed as if she'd never break the seal likely suffocating me to death with her cunt when suddenly life giving air rushed in as she drew back sitting atop my chest frantically slapping her clit.

"AW FUCK I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR FACE!! AW SHIT!! CUMMING ON YOUR FACE!!!" Erica's face was twisted into this ugly mask of primal satisfaction as the slaps got louder, I could feel the vibrations running through her body recognizing what was about to happen.

Several bursts of moisture hit me dead square in the face unimpeded with the splashes made worse by her repeated violent slapping of her own clit. Erica Walton made good on her stereo quality screams shouting to the rafters as she literally came all over my face. Her folded legs kept my arms pinned down preventing me from shielding my visage which I'm sure was unintentional. Completely in the zone, Erica leaned down lapping up her essence on my face eventually kissing me as she inched back down to my pelvis.

"I didn't mean to do that; we can still play right?" Despite asking a question I could feel my cock being enveloped by her luscious folds swallowed whole.

If it was even possible, Erica ground into my crotch harder than before breaking it up with these bouncy rabbited claps of her butt on the base of my member. There was no doubt who was getting fucked in my father's bedroom.

"AW!! AW SHIT I'M SORRY!! AW!! YOU'VE GOT TO LET ME GET IT!! I'M GONNA GET IT!!" Erica apologized going into wriggling hysterics atop my body. The jostling continued confusing me as she handled the back of my left knee yanking my bent leg upward with no warning. This left us in a modified scissored position with Erica trapping my leg between her breasts pressed tight with her muscular arms flexing from her inherent strength.

The impact of her cunt repeatedly slapping against the base of my cock was audible and wet sounding. This woman was trying to ride me to glory and beyond out of nowhere. Her knees were planted flat on the mattress on either side of my free leg giving her the traction to take me wherever she wanted. Her popping hips were making me bounce and inch forward with each manic thrust as I struggled not to go over her edge of the bed with a fistful of bedding. We wrestled about continuously with Erica wrenching my body in the other direction getting my other knee floating in the air.

"WAIT A MINUTE!!!" I instinctively knew where this was going as she proved her mettle using her engineered strength to shove her knee under my right buttock.

"PLEASE!! I'M SORRY BUT YOU'VE GOT ME SO FUCKING HORNY RIGHT NOW!!!" Erica slammed both of my knees forward getting into a wide opened legged crouch stuffed full of cock. My arms were made null and void from the positioning with both legs trapped between them, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

Erica Walton trapped me in the amazon position.

"AW FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! AW YEAH GIVE IT TO ME!! I'M GONNA FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!!" Her toned ass smashed into me with nothing but my balls visible. The role reversal was jarring as she took me in that forced crouching position giving me a recollection of Andre 13.5 being taken in that position be Carlie right after I'd been expunged from the immediate inner circle of a now deposed baby mamma number two. Erica was getting it in eyes tightly shut with her mouth hanging open. My brow furrowed as I managed to twist about getting some mobility.

I reached up pinching her nose as hard as humanly possible, then used the other hand clamped down on her mouth. It took nearly five minutes before my efforts secured my release, but I wasn't done yet.

"SORRY!! I GOT CARRIED AWAY!! SORRY!! OW!! AW SHIT!!" I locked my arms around her upper torso pulling her torso into mine reaching up behind snatching a handful of her shoulder length brown hair.

I found that it was indeed hers after all. Proving her athleticism, Erica mounted me proper in a laying squat legs still splayed apart feet planted flat. My hand peppered her already sore ass cheek with several hard slaps that had this sexual deviant sobbing after a few minutes reaching back unsuccessfully a few times trying to stop me. My nails dug into the undercuff of her buttock pulling at it as she started bouncing wildly on my cock. After several trysts and varied sexual experiences, I knew to draw my knees upward behind her buttocks.

Erica Walton left with nowhere to go was obliged to bounce on my cock with both of my hands all ten fingers clawing into her buttocks intermittently spanking the shit out of them until I allowed her to roll off to my right side. She faceplanted on top of the towel as I snatched up the discarded bottle of olive oil. I followed her mounting the back of her thighs uncapping the bottle squirting her tight buns with the natural lubricant until those cotton panties were translucent. I mounted her prone with my length sandwiched between the buns.

Her fingers appeared in her thigh gap in the prone position rubbing and grinding her labia through the oil soaked crotch of her cotton panties. Erica's opposite arm was stretched forward hand grabbing the edge of the mattress. I let my dead weight pin her face down grinding her slimy cheeks as hard as I could manage. She matched my energy rhythmically flexing on my cock on each inward thrust eventually holding hard enough to create these crescent shaped dimples in her buttocks.

I sawed her semi-shallow rear cleavage until my inner thighs tightened and pulsed knowing it was coming soon. Erica went wholly rigid with her hand between her legs but altered the positioning so that my meat was trapped between her middle fingers. Her lower back started to arch expecting a shower of cum but I suddenly ripped the oil soaked material apart exposing her rear entrance. I went further prying her slickened buns apart slipping a bit.

"OH GAWD YES!!! AW SHIT!! WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW TO FUCK A BITCH RIGHT?!! I'M GONNA CASH APP THAT BITCH FOR REAL!! AW YEAH!! FUCK MY ASSHOLE LIKE YOU MEAN IT!! MESS MY SHIT UP AND PUSH IT IN BABY!!"

Erica's hysterics had a definite effect on me. I drew my knees upward framing the outside of her hips driving my cock Mariana Trench deep into her bowels taking everything she had to offer like it was mine in the first place. Every plunging, rodding thrust was held in multiple second long intervals followed by piston powered claps of her toned buns. Erica's butt was going into overdrive wriggling about even though it was pinned down underneath my dead weight. I got one arm under her right armpit reaching up sinking four fingers into her mouth.

My other hand roughly cupped the underside of her chin fingers using a pincer movement to purse her big lips for my plunging fingers. This harsh treatment resulted in a undeniably tightened anus around the connection of our dueling body parts. In short, she seized up around me like a vise. I was left with little choice other than doing my best to follow her frantic movements. Her proclivity for rough sex and my latent talent at giving it was beginning to create a perfect sexual storm in my father's bedroom.

Realizing what I was working with, I rolled us on our sides mid coitus never breaking our stride. One of my hands dropped down squeezing and pinching her left nipple. This sent her into overdrive even more raising a leg into the air bent at the knee. This kept up the momentum until Erica was sitting atop my pelvis reverse cowgirl. I was obliged to remove my fingers from her mouth freeing this woman up to moan and shout gibberish cupping both of her breasts from underneath. Erica got into this upright crab walk position with my junk smashing her backdoor.

"EW I'M CUMMING!! OH GAWD I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR DICK!! CUMMING!! OH SHIT FUCK ME HARDER!!"

Erica rolled out another surprise going up on the tips of her fingers and toes fully able to support her own weight in this manner for a good five to ten minutes. My hands slid down grabbing her hips when she decided to raise both legs balletically into the air for just as long before planting her feet outside of my thighs.

"YOU GONNA GIVE IT TO ME!! YOU GONNA GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW!!! AW SHIT!! FUCK ME!! CUM FOR ME!!"

I savagely resized her backdoor making her tits flop about on her chest going into a fever pitch as I shot load after load up her poop shoot. My thighs and crotch were suddenly inundated with moisture in fits and starts as she crossed the road in dramatic fashion wetting us both. This was followed by a quick loss of energy as Erica Walton flopped atop me devoid of movement stuffed to the gills with my junk. Both of us were drenched in sweat and various juices as she continued running down soiling everything. I flopped out too.

"Hey man I'm fucked up; think you can help me out by carrying me into the bathroom and setting me in the tub?"

"Nuh, uh nope." I was gassed.

She chuckled at my honesty breaking into laughter as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

I was out like a light right in the middle of it.

[DARKNESS]

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It was still dark when I drifted awake finding the movie on my dad's flatscreen television still in progress. George Lazenby's Bond was hold up in a manger declaring his love in earnest for Diana Rigg's Tracy on screen. I found that I was wrapped snuggly in a plethora of bedding completely bundled up while the rest of the mattress was bare. I glanced to my side finding Erica sitting near the opposite end of the bed with her back to the headboard. There were a number of pillows at her lower back and she was wearing one of my father's white t-shirts nothing else.

"Morning." I greeted her.

"I'm so glad you passed out last night and let's leave it at that." She responded eating cornflakes from a large white mixing bowl.

"Fair enough, how long was I out?"

"It's five in the morning and I'm so sorry."

"About?"

"Missing out on things; you know, regular life and my shitty ass relationship with my mother. Hell, I'm really sorry we didn't actually keep in touch so that I could be getting that awesome pene of yours on the regular. Man, whoever taught you got some serious coin waiting over here. I haven't been fucked like that in a while; I mentioned that, didn't I?"

"Yeah you did Erica and I'm really not that good to be honest."

"You're not good? Nigga I feel like stalking your ass right now." She chuckled taking a big tablespoon full of cornflakes.

"You think we'd work out as a couple?"

"Hell no; you'd end up running off if not with your hands around my neck. I like you enough to admit how toxic I am; so maybe fuck buddies, huh?" Erica took another tablespoon full of cereal munching as I started to flex and crack my shoulders.

"I don't know but you'll have to give me advanced warning beforehand; I'm trashed." Erica gave me a doubletake, then chuckled to herself.

"Hey, you wanna see something funny?"

"Sure."

Erica muted the television sitting her bowl on the bedside table sliding her legs off the edge of the mattress. She took a deep breath before standing up. My father's white t-shirt looked like a mini dress on her athletic frame as she turned lifting the hem exposing her shaved mound. She was commando raising it higher exposing her defined abdomen.

"No offense but I've seen that particular sight before." I yawned very comfortable in my quilted cocoon.

Erica adjusted the t-shirt into a makeshift halter then turned around giving me a view of her back. The pink jeweled end of a butt plug was nestled firmly between her tight gym built buns. I chuckled as she turned around with a raised brow.

"Still wanna talk shit to me about being trashed?"

"Hey you asked me to give it to you; Erica Walton, are you really gonna blame me for a lady's prerogative?"

"A lady's prerogative?"

"Yeah."

Erica planted a knee on the bed staring at my face then came forward on both palms flattened pausing for effect. She' redone her makeup but her hair looked like a bird's nest. Onscreen Bond and his lady love were skiing across the Swiss Alps with Telly Savalas' Blofeld and innumerable henchmen in hot pursuit. They could've cared less as Erica crawled over grinning mischievously rolling up the bedding from my feet upward exposing my soft member.

"It's my prerogative, huh?" She went flat in the prone position on her belly with both arms draped over my left leg as she gingerly handled my penis licking and eventually sucking on it.

"Oh hell yeah bitch." I snagged the remote turning up the sound as she made slow sensual love to my cock with her mouth.

Erica softly cupped the underside of my balls massaging them using three fingers on her other to slow stroke and twist around the base of my member. The was a light vacuuming suction from her mouth as she casually sucked me to nirvana. The shirt rode up exposing her lower half. I let my hands do the walking rubbing and playing with a thigh eventually sliding my palm up to her right buttock squeezing it like a stress ball as I watched television. I rubbed my pointer finger on the jeweled end of that plug tapping on it with my nail.

"That feels good keep doing that shit."

"Keep sucking."

She followed instruction earning a few of my fingertips on her slit. Onscreen Bond was forced to go to a criminal rival of Ernst Blofeld, Tracy's father no less and the two were in the midst of a full on war between the criminal organizations atop Spectre's mountain top fortress in the Alps. Erica continued kissing and sucking on my business adding some loving nuzzling to my balls as well. My play with her butt plug snuggly between her cheeks was likely the culprit for her increased affections.

"Can I ride it?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to lay on your back and take it." Upon hearing this, Erica chortled getting upright on her knees unwrapping her gift tossing her cotton tee aside with flair laying on her back. She drew her legs up feet planted flat both arms extended welcoming me inside until we were wedged together. I mimicked her posture with my legs drawn up spread under her buttocks and muscular thighs. We ended up peering into one another's eyes.

I started moving counterclockwise mashed into her cunt which now easily accommodated me after the previous night of wild sex. Erica Walton remained pretty much inert matter, a stationary target moaning softly. My hand snaked up behind her head cupping it as our lips met. We made out passionately as I took my time feeling every groove in her honeypot. She raised her chin letting me suck and nip at her neck, one hand gently cupping her right breast. Erica was one hell of a kisser with a habit of sucking on my bottom lip before shoving her tongue in my mouth.

"We uh, got kind of crazy last night, huh?"

"Yeah, that was some of the best trauma bonding I'd had in a long while."

"Huh?"

"Former psychology major; I wanted to be a therapist but then I couldn't stop analyzing myself." She chortled kissing me passionately again. I cupped and squeezed both of her breasts from underneath as her bent legs started to rise, knees adjacent to my ears.

I began thumping her confines making them all gooey as her fingers danced across my pecks ending up tweaking my nipples. Her hands slid down handling my abdomen on both sides while I looked down between my legs watching my cock glide in and out of her slick box getting wetter by the moment. Her moans and huffs of air ramped up as I felt her interlocked ankles in the small of my back.

"Stop! Just hold still for a moment!! Sorry, but I'm not trying to be selfish but just don't move!" I paused hovering over Erica in a modified pushup position as she began wrenching her hips vertically clamping down on my shaft just under the crown. I cupped her face running a finger across her plush lips until she accepted the digit inside.

"Go on Erica, get yours first; I like watching too." She moaned cheeks inverting vacuum sucking my invading finger.

Her popping hips wrenched vertically taking my cock on a ride progressively faster. It felt like Erica was chewing me up as I recalled the alleged claims by other men who'd bedded her that she did indeed have a hand inside her cunt. My package was wrapped tight in her embrace. Telltale tremors radiated across her person as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly climaxing still sucking my pointer finger as an emotional pacifier.

Erica pressed down groaning on my shaft so hard it felt as if my cock would snap in two, then flopped out huffing.

"Good?"

"Oh so good; you're messing up my head because I keep thinking about how you were the first time we hooked up. You seemed intimidated when I flashed you some attitude, but now...oh shit, my fucking legs are shaking."

Her folded legs were spread wide at either side of me mimicking a frog about to be dissected in science class for lack of a better analogy. There was no doubting the subtle shivering and tremors randomly spiking her stomach.

"Speaking of old fashioned; do you mind?" Erica knew what I was talking about cupping her breasts together.

It was old times indeed between us as I pushed my shaft through her cleavage taking intervals for some inspired head before ramping up the speed until several gooey ropes of cum gave her the requisite "pearl necklace" and then some. Her pierced breasts were covered in a translucent glaze that caught the light from the television in the fast diminishing darkness.

"Got any more?" She asked letting her mouth hang open with her tongue flipped out almost curving over her chin.

I dabbed up a bit of my spunk dipping my wick in her mouth for a long sustained and very audible slurp as she cleaned me off.

"So, are we just fucking all weekend, or what?" I asked scratching my temple sitting there beside her with my elbow resting on a knee.

"I don't mind but your daddy is supposed to be home Sunday night after ten."

"Yeah well whatever; I've been meaning to ask you what you're gonna do about things?"

"What things?"

"My dad, the cheating."

"Technically speaking we've been cheating on each other for a minute and after last night I didn't intend to stop anytime soon whenever he wanna take one of his "business trips" with those ugly ass "fe-fails" he likes to hook up with. If that nigga wasn't seeing my mother behind my back, our hooking up all night long would be fucking hella scandalous, don't you think?"

"So he's gonna get away with it."

"Get away with what?"

"Being an asshole like always; being a irredeemable dick that no one ever checks because he's the supposed patriarch of this sham family he shattered when he cheated on my mom. Come Monday, he's still gonna be walking around like his shit don't stink and me, I'll still be disowned, a goddamn pariah."

"Is that why you were looking for him yesterday?"

"Had an argument that was pretty much one sided and he even slammed in my face so that I couldn't say anything back. I uh, just wanted my say before he turned the lights out on me."

"Well, look at it this way; you fucked his girlfriend." She chuckled a bit but it quickly died out when she noticed my expression.

"You still consider yourself his girlfriend?"

"More of a sugar baby honestly; I'm totally squatting here until my rampant hypergamy nets me a suitable replacement. Now, are we gonna keep this up between us, or are you gonna sulk all morning? Right now your daddy's probably snoring while his latest wayward MILF does that unfulfilled slow burn women do when unsatisfied."