Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 17 - Epilogue Bk. 02

"EW-WEE, EW-WEEE, EW-WEEEE!! GOT IT NOW BOY!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! GET IT GOOD!! FUCK ME HARDER!!" In response, I pounded her cunt so hard, the loud wet slaps engulfed the motel room in stereo quality as my jeans dropped to my knees from the kinetic motion. Those motion ripples were all over the place as her wobbly buttocks shook and changed shape as I varied the angel of my thrusts obliterating her honeypot.

"SHEET!! SHEET!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! AW SHIT!! YOU GON HAVE ME ON THAT THERE REDEYE ALL THE TIME!! AHM GONNA LOSE MUH-SELF!! YA'LL PUSHING THE BUTTON DOWN THERE!! YA'LL THUMPIN MY PUSSY SO GOOD!!" I could barely understand her recalling she said she originated from the gulf coast proper. It became clear that Delia had probably taken a trip just for this moment. This explained a lot about her without direct communication.

"YOU MAKING ME-YOU MAKIN-IT!! EW-WEE!! EW-WEEEE!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! YOU GONNA MAKE ME, AW FUCK!! OH MAIN!! OH SHEET!! BEAT IT UP FOR ME!! CHOOT!! GET IT BOY!! OH-EW-WEEE!! BREAK THAT PUSS-SEE!! AW!" Several bursts of moisture exploded from this long lean bottom-heavy woman as her legs started to give out shaking uncontrollably. It seemed as if she would start hopping on my thrusting prick which made me push a leg forward between her legs hitting her from an angle. Delia Dupree was babbling incoherent gibberish at this point.

I took a step forward with the other leg as she moved the opposite leg forward on the worn thin carpeting. My next move was to advance a half step with her predictably moving as well. This continued until Delia ended up at the edge of the mattress. This was a single bed room different from the double beds upstairs where'd I'd once romped with her friend Rashida for a whole night knowing her world would implode with the rising sun.

"FUG!! AW SHEET YA'LL!! AW MAN YOU GETTING IT!! AHM BOUT TO WET IT UP!! I'M GONNA CUM!! CHOOT!!" I went in hard swinging my hips slamming up into her with the force of a wrecking ball until her knees knocked one final time colliding together as she dropped on all fours disengaging us. I leaned over her still on custody of her overly pliable hips.

"Go on, just a little bit further up on the bed." I encouraged, getting Delia to climb up on the end of the mattress propping her butt up with a deep arch in her lower back. I got the impression at some point in her life Delia was probably rail thin before the weight appeared. It was the way in which her lower back arched when she was on all fours.

I got naked as fast as I could kneeling on the bed on her side facing the door. Instead of mounting her right away, I wrapped my left arm around the curve of her big butt sinking three fingers inside her snatch curved up into her G-spot. Delia responded with this guttural groan and a long shrill whine trembling profusely. I managed to create those motion ripples again as she rolled her hips eventually bucking backward into my invading digits. Delia twerked on my hand as I yanked up on her panties giving her that epic wedgie again.

"CHOOT!! CHOOT!! POUND ME DOWN BAE-BEEEE!!! AW FAWK!! YOU MEDDLING ME REAL TOUGH!! FUG MAN!!" Her honey drenched dialect reminded me briefly of my Auntie Esther. It was wholly southern and genuine. Her big loose heart shaped caboose was wagging like a bitch in heat all over the place. I was obliged to hit it bull dog style. The wet claps of our bumping uglies were deafening. Miss Dupree was taken to the limit faceplanting on the bedding, sobbing.

Her legs, long as Rashida's and just as shapely albeit without the intense definition parted wider and her shoulders signaling the onset of this long torturous orgasm that took her completely. She stiffened up locking limbs grunting with each and every thrust as my balls slapped audibly against her slit getting splashes of her oily juices. To any outsider close enough to our motel room, it probably sounded as if she were being paddled and spanked mercilessly.

At the height of her climax, I pulled out substituting my fingers pressing down intensely on her g-spot, frigging it.

"AW CHOOT!! CHOOT!!! DADDY!! FUCK MAN!! THAT'S WHY SHE CALL YOU DADDY!! BA-BEEE!! I'M GONNA...!!" Delia shouted tremors erupted all over her body as I observed goosebumps popping up all over the surface of her big butt. There were just as many on her arms and probably other places on her person as well. I kept it up frigging her to nirvana as she wagged her tail, bucking and twerking like someone set her aflame. Several bursts of liquid splashed out of her cunt followed by a steady stream of clear liquid which prompted me to remove my fingers in retreat.

Delia flopped face down on the mattress gasping, pretty much inert matter.

"Oh, my gawd."

She was breathing heavily, apparently unable to move as I stood up looking down at my unsatisfied erection. The form fitting dress was still around her midsection and her panties were partially covering her left buttock with the rest hidden from view. My erection stood out in front of my body pointing at her prone body, unsatisfied. I peeled the condom off, tossing it aside and replenishing it with a new one. My hands gingerly pulled the panties free of her body tossing them aside before Delia was roughly turned over on her back looking up into my face.

"Can I cum too, Delia?" I asked as her eyes went saucer wide at the sight of me stroking my member.

"Uhm..." She looked as if she wanted to run.

"Can you open it up and let me see it, Delia?"

"Let you see it?"

"Yeah, your pussy." I reiterated still casually stroking my member as she watched mouth starting to hang open in abject sexual horror, before slightly nodding

"Serious?"

"Yeah."

"SERIOUS?!!" Delia shrieked.

She stared back at me silently for a few seconds like she expected me to walk it back or something. I didn't falter.

Delia reached down with both hands covering her mound making this V-shape with her hands mimicking my motions when we entered the room. She carefully parted her lower lips revealing the rich, glistening interior of her honeypot. The exterior of her cunt was pretty much one very long crease that appeared visually larger than it should upon inspection. She spread her labia wider huffing audibly encouraged by the visible twitching of my cock. She looked at once hungry for more licking her lips impatient.

"Put it inside baby boy." She cooed.

My balls slammed down into her entrance repeatedly as I began plunging her cunt with these vertical long strokes in custody of her ankles. Delia Dupree was surprisingly limber enough that I was able to spread her legs wide apart like a wishbone and push them up into her abdomen. The flexibility was off the chart, making Miss Dupree a static stationary target for the pile driver thrusts that were obliterating her box. She probably thought I was looking for oil deep in her snatch.

Her feet were level with the sides of my head soles facing the motel room ceiling. I got a good look at her sloping, decidedly watery breasts encased in this really nice demi-cup brassiere. It was an underwire balconette type that cupped and shaped her slightly flaccid offerings from the bottom making offerings visually enticing. Without the artificial help, this woman would've had some top shelf spirits akin to two deflated balloons with nipples pointing at her feet. She was about the same age as her fairy godmother Rashida Sikes but had telling stretchmarks at her armpits and some visible on her upper breasts. There were some on the outer edges of her tummy as well.

"AW!! AAWWW!!! RIGHT DERE!! RIGHT DERE!! POUND IT DOWN!! BEAT THAS SHIT UP!! OH, FUG BOY!! SHEET!!" Delia's quarter sized areolas started to make an appearance bulging and bouncing over the edges of the cups defying their help in her fraudulent overtures towards me. A lot of work went into this woman's look on Rashida's part which spoke to more than a simple hookup. I cursed myself inside for being unable to stop strategic thinking. I'd picked up the habit during my own trials and seemed unable to turn it off. It was reflexive, like a sixth sense.

"AW FUGGIT!! I'M GONNA GO!! SHEET!! YOU GONNA MAKE ME PEE MUH-SELF!! DON'T STOP BOY!! CHOOT!!" Her head began rolling around on the top of her neck like it was detached as I wrapped her tightly in my arms squeezing the life out of the woman interlocking my fingers in the middle of her back. Miss Dupree's thin upper half was blanketed underneath me so tight, she was only able to see my face as she gasped and huffed blowing heated gusts in my face as my butt rabbited fiercely into her crotch pummeling her snatch raw. It was the lady's prerogative after all.

"LIL MO!! LIL MO!! LIL MO AND AHM GUNNA WET MUH-SELF!! AH SHEET!! CHOOT!! CHOOT!! LI-MO BABY!!!" Delia's face was twisted up into an ugly mask akin to giving child birth. I watched her skin change color, becoming this crimson pinkish tone akin to cayenne pepper. She was feeling it stronger than before, going into the zone, eyes rolling up into her head. I reared up with my knees wide apart under her butt. My hands went to work rolling the form fitting sleeve of a dress upward until Delia finished things drawing it away from her body tossing it only the floor leaving her shoes as the only thing on her body. At this point I was vertical, pressing my palms flat on her inner thighs. Her head bobbed and dipped as she stole a glance downward at my cock dipping into her virtue.

The slit that made up the entrance to her opening really was longer than one would expect hiding this moderately tight and narrow cunt that seemed to dip at a downward angle. My prick looked like it was bending as splashes of her essence made the proceedings gooey and wet beyond belief. Her hands were squeezing my forearms in intervals between cupping and pinching a deflated breast, rolling that hardened nipple. Delia suckled two fingers trying to pacify herself as I noticed immediately hitting her embattled puss with a wicked series of thrusts that broke the dam a second time.

"SHET!! SHEET!! SHIT!!!" Delia screamed to the rafters as this geyser like burst exploded from her snatch splashing both of us. The minute that first burst hit, I plopped out jumping back watching. Her hand shot down rubbing her clit alternately slapping the shit out of it as more bursts followed just as powerful. I just stood there as she massaged and rubbed the rest of her climax out, still sporting a raging erection of my own.

"Are you serious; are you for real?" Delia eventually noticed.

The bed was a soaked mess with a big stain emanating in a wet pyramid shape from her splayed apart legs which were hooked over its edge resting flat on the frayed motel carpet. both of her arms were raised above her head on the mattress as she took glances at my erection before facepalming with a chortle that became this labored gasp.

"Sure you didn't take a blue pill when I wasn't looking or something?"

"You don't think you're sexy enough to make me this fucking hard, Delia?" I retorted in monotone fashion looking at the body I'd just plowed to oblivion. There was no emotion, nothing. I wasn't even sweating or breathing hard.

Delia covered her face with both hands this time, giggling to herself.

"Now I see why Rashida likes you so much, oh fuck. Boy, can make the panties drop on speed dial! I just keep remembering how she "GOT-GOT" in Renee's motherfucking bathroom and shit. You trained that bitch and now you gonna end up training my big ass, too! Aw shit this was so worth it, busting a check to fly over here and get some good motherfucking pene! Nigga, I wanna pay you for that! Ow, you got my shit straight throbbing man!"

"Delia."

She looked at the static expression on my face again, then at my erection pointed directly at her face.

"Man, you're for real, ain't you?"

"Can I cum too Delia?"

Her face turned towards the opposite wall laughing to herself like some mad scientist before drifting back at me and my insistent erection.

"Uhm, can you just give me a few minutes; My shit is messed up and I need to pee."

"Too much information."

"Sorry, but can you help me up? My legs are shot out baby." I reached down picking Delia up in my arms like we were newlyweds carrying her into the bathroom.

I had no trouble planting her big butt on the toilet. Contact with the seat triggered an immediate and very audible purge of the woman's bladder. I retched internally looking at Delia beyond her outward appearance seeing the annoying creature who'd remained behind watching me screw a member of her sewing circle while the rest of the clique bowed out. There was no doubt that time she'd masturbated as well, joining in surreptitiously through overt voyeurism. My thoughts drifted to Delia comments about me not having a girlfriend anymore.

"What?" I half smirked at her peering down at her spread legs on the toilet seat.

She had some really thick, weathered thighs matching Rashida's stallion brand thickness. Delia's obvious weight loss left her with this noticeable thigh gap almost square shaped defined by her mound and immediate inner thighs. More negative space than you would've thought before seeing it outright. With a sustained workout, it was possible she might one day match her friend and cohort, if she worked hard enough. But I was getting lazy vibes.

"What boy?"

It was her syrupy southern tinged slang and the repeated replaying of that insensitive comment about my dead girlfriend that prompted me to aim my cock at that negative space taking a bathroom break of my own. The stream didn't touch her jiggly thighs at all, but Delia looked up at me surprised, still doing her business. She reached over to the sink at her left side turning on the water, testing its warmth as her other hand reached up snatching down a motel hand towel shoving it under the stream as I finished. Delia applied the warm towel to my cock cleaning it. She even took the bar of hard soap wetting it before lathering up the towel cleaning my business.

"You needs a good old fashioned country woman to take care of you proper; all you gotta do is give her all that sweet loving and keep her feeling good and a country bitch will be ready to jump in front of a bullet for you. I wouldn't let you work or nothing if you was my man; just keep you up in my house to fuck me when I drop my paycheck in your lap every other Friday. Shit, I'd tell my girls that can't come over no more cause of you."

Her fingers encircled the base of my shaft as she used that towel wrapped around my prick to give me a rough impassioned hand job. The soap was a perfect lubricant as she beat me off while ranting more to herself than me.

"Honestly, I was mad when you drove me over here to fuck without even buying me a bite to eat or nothing. I was like, pissed cause you just acted like it was in the bag and shit; but you changed the game on me, boy. Ain't never been fucked like that before, Earl ain't never put it to me all good like you did. Aw shit, your thing is so hard."

"Who the fuck is Earl?"

"My uh, ex-boyfriend and shit; we broke up cause he ain't about it. Just playing his dumb video games and snacking all damn day without a care in the world. He okay with working six days at the plant and coming home doing the bare minimum. That nigga don't even take care of his self, he fatter than I used to be now, can't even see his little ass dick over his gut! Didn't wanna go to the gym with me, wouldn't even fucking do the online shit with me when Rashida was working out with me on the computer. He's lacking, fucking useless. That nigga ain't..."

"DON'T SAY THAT SHIT IN FRONT OF ME!!" I cut her off staring at her through squinted eyes because of the standard insult I'd heard repeatedly throughout my childhood and my early adult life before being kicked out of the home I'd grown up in by my mother. I'd heard that generational insult directed at my wayward father throughout my childhood and while he lived up to it, I never stopped hating it.

"Sorry, didn't mean nothing by it." Delia apologized, realizing her misstep as my features softened. I looked right through her finding that she kept adverting her eyes almost out of shame. This woman had a story to tell.

"Did you really come down here to go on a blind date?"

"Well, I was gonna try my luck at Shakey Jim's, that's a local bar.... but uhm, then Rashida told me not to give it up to no hood niggas all because I got brand new and uh, it would be a waste, right? She said I should like, do it with somebody who appreciates me, and I was like, uh...I ain't got nobody like that. I REALLY DON'T! So, just to let you know, I lost a lot of weight, seriously after my uh, surgery. I got this job at a big box warehouse making some good money for once and even got a really nice health insurance situation going on with 401K too. I went in for one of them checkups just like normal people do, and my doctor said I qualified for that, uh weight loss surgery."

Her voice trailed off as she realized she'd given up some unnecessary information.

"Well, I got that surgery, and it was real hard afterwards with the recovery and all. I ended up back in the hospital a couple of times before they made it clear I couldn't keep eating and laying round like I used to do. Said I could mess myself up if I didn't change my life and all, so I was really fucked up. Rashida was there for me helping me out with a gym membership and even bought me a laptop so we could work out remotely. I'd probably be dead now if it wasn't for her. She helped me get a hundred and forty pounds trimmed off of my fat tail. Shit, you would've never touched me after that surgery. I looked like a deflated balloon, but my girl helped me get into fitness."

"Congratulations Delia."

"Yeah thanks; I found my real body under all the flab. Honestly, I just didn't see it personally cause I was just doing my thing, but men started hollering more and more, but when I looked in the mirror, I just saw the same dumpy fat bust down. Earl wasn't no fucking help telling me he like me the way I was before but wanting me to bend over for him every night. Didn't want me before unless we were drunk... so, just kept working out and eating mostly right and here I am today."

"Having sex in a motel room." I added getting a self-aware facial reaction for the first time since we'd met.

"Yeah, I got flew out by my best friend; we was going clubbing tonight, then she switched it up. We were already joking and playing the dozens about that time you busted her down in that bathroom when she kinda, offered. Said you were out for the streets messing with hood rats, then showed me a picture of some jacked up hoe saying you were needing some "good-ghud" and everything. Choot, I may have mentioned that time a little too much, so she said; well, she said she'd fix us up. Helped me get ready, but I never thought it would happen."

"Why?"

"Well, look at you all medium cute with a nice body and a really good dick while I'm just, repackaged. I know how I look right here, right now with all this ass and legs, but the last time I was skinny was in my junior year of high school. And I didn't have no titties or butt, was just a long tall Stringbean Sally. Man, when I look at what I got right now, it feels like my old body and my new is fighting each other meeting in the middle. Hell, I'm no different than them reused computers you can get on the cheap down at Walmart on Black Fucking Friday!"

"Is that how you really feel?"

"Well yeah, Rashida always had it together while I was a walking blimp. Back in the day I always thought I'd be the "fat friend" hanging out with the hot girls especially when Renee popped up. I was up here in the city living with my auntie for the last three years of high school and Rashida was my golden ticket. People accepted me because we were friends. Then that motherfucking light skinned hoe showed up getting in the way of our friendship. I knew it was over for me if she stuck around because it was obvious, I was the thumb on the hand. Had to do something."