Maximum Badonkadonk Ch 03

RECAP:

"Stop looking."

"Renee?"

She glanced over her shoulder with a smile, her symmetrical beauty made up professionally. Her normally pinned up hair was down in flowing raven tresses now intermingled with light brown highlights. It was a jarring change along with the nature of the makeup which consisted of a light base cat like smoky eyeshadow and black lipstick covering her full lips. I didn't know what to make of it as she turned facing me holding a small, thin designer purse.

Her hourglass figure was covered in a similarly glossy black Chinese mini dress with a vine and rose imprint inset. It had a high collar typical of the culture. It looked like she was smiling but I realized it was just the way her makeup was applied as her gaze made me feel small. I felt like a stranger to her in my cousin's living room.

"Oh hey cuz; we're stepping out for a concert at the pavilion; Renee loves Raheem DeVaughn, so she got a sitter."

My cousin appeared in an immaculate black suit with a glossy crimson shirt that matched Renee's dress. There was no doubt she probably bought his ensemble. Renee slightly tilted her head getting a peck on the cheek while glaring at my face. I felt a wave of emotion wash over me that I barely managed to hold at bay as Jaquan took her hand.

"Don't wait up." Renee said with an ice cold tone that made me queasy.

That queasy feeling settled in my gut as I watched the couple walk down the short flight of steps leaving me alone for a night on the town. After the heavy screen slammed shut, emotion welled up inside me nearly making me nauseous. I was instantly distraught thinking Renee Kelly completely done with me at this point.

I regretted playing that stupid prank on her best friend with every fiber of my being. I planted my camera bag on the dining room table already going through the five stages of grief. It hurt like hell that she was going back to Jaquan after all of the bullshit he'd pulled. I hunched over burying my face in my hands.

"Hey."

"Huh, what?" I looked up from my cupped hands.

Renee Kelly was standing there at the edge of the dining room with her purse.

It was still jarring seeing her in this fashion, almost frightening. I felt embarrassed, humiliated that she might've been there watching me fret like a petulant child. There was a stinging sensation at the corner of my eyes, unformed tears ready to go.

The lighting was low where she was standing which made her makeup stand out even more. She looked almost alien with the sharp angled eye shadow and equally dark lipstick on a milky pallor. She was staring at my face silent before closing the distance between us. Renee stood over me emotionless reaching down cupping my chin.

Her tongue slid into my mouth twirling sensually about as she gave me a soulful kiss for a few seconds.

It was over before it began as she turned on her heel walking back out of the house without saying another word. The heavy screen door slammed shut a second time followed by the sound of my cousin's car speeding off. My heart was thumping so hard, it felt like would burst from my chest. I was so hard, it hurt. I got my phone out calling in an unpayable debt.

"Yoli can you come over?"

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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 03

Featuring: Shawnee Thompson a.k.a Ms. WTF?!! (34A-32-??)

Yoli Van Allen-32B-26-36 (28 years old)

Special Guest Star: Rashida Sikes a.k.a Chi Town Thunda or "Thunda" (38C-29-62 )

It was majestic.

It was stupendous.

Incredible.

There was no escaping it because it was right there in your face rising up like some inescapable monolithic juggernaut.

An immovable object, twin mountains swathed in garish magenta, covered with tufts of light fur which made it stand out surround on both sides by deep pools of darkness. The loud oppressive musical tones of GENOCIDE PART 4 by Lil Darkie filled my headphones as a Seuss inspired enigma filled the screen in letterbox aspect. It was weird, intentionally left for further examination.

Then, it moved.

This mountainous magenta colored thing moved in an instant; a thing alive. It looked like something created by Jim Henson by way of Tim Burton flopping over as if bowing to the viewing audience.

The music abruptly cut off mid-lyric.

WTF?!!

It changed.

The garish, fur covered heart was now a reddish olive colored thing of fleshy material. This single object now revealed in its component parts. Two massive ovals of concave smooth material, dual gigantic egg shapes merged with the stem revealed as two, thick shapely legs.

It only lasted five seconds.

It moved again.

The fleshy heart is back now, immobile again.

Ms. WTF appears in the same garish magenta colors, a website hyperlink underneath the big block letters.

That massive fur covered heart suddenly twerked again blinking out into thin air.

Only the name remained for a full minute along with a link that would lead you straight to Shawnee Thompson's page should you drum up the courage to click on the rabbit hole provided.

I sat at my cousin's dining room table finishing up a TIK TOK page created to draw attention to my second muse. It was a gamble that if successful, would give Shawnee some coin for a minute while I prepped all of the off the books footage I'd captured for my own personal website. I was computer savvy, but not exactly a whole geek, so it was going to take a bit of time assembling the project.

In the interim, I still wanted money coming in as I rifled through some old files from the early days after I'd started this path with one Erica Walton some time ago. It was a bit of busy work after being shocked to my core by Renee Kelly's sudden reunion with my lothario older cousin Jaquan. Some rapping at the still unlocked screen door jarred me out of my inner rumination.

"IT'S UNLOCKED, COME!!"

Yoli appeared ironically standing in the same spot occupied by Renee almost thirty minutes earlier. I'm sure Yoli would've appreciated that knowledge if I were brave enough to tell her. She was there dressed in only a red flannel long sleeved nightdress, mismatched athletic socks, and loosely fitted ankle length punk boots.

Her long, slightly lanky legs were almost birdlike sticking out from under the collared nightdress. Yoli's hair was frizzy, brownish gathered up into a bushy ponytail at the top of her hair while light adequate makeup accentuated her odd beauty.

"Stay right there, don't move." I ordered casually. She was beaming but her smile melted away to visible worry as I logged out of my laptop closing it. I sat there staring art her in my cousin's dining room taking in her countenance.

"You called, so I uhm, came right away."

"Take that night shirt off, Yoli."

Yoli reached down grabbing the hem of her nightdress as quickly as I'd spoken peeling it off like a t-shirt tossing it on the floor between us. It was double jeopardy as her body was accentuated in the low lighting. Yoli knew how to accentuate revealing a pair of black string bikini panties which she awkwardly doffed trying not to break eye contact.

Those panties were tossed on top of her clothing as well leaving the tall miscreant standing demurely in front of me shoulders and arms flexed inward, fingers interlocked in front of her bare muff. She raised one of her long legs for a second crossing it over the other watching her own feet before returning my gaze.

"Want me to take off the socks and shoes, too?" She asked timidly.

"I want you to turn around and face the wall." I was still sitting there at the dining room table like some ruler on his throne.

She turned into the wall almost wedged into it allowing me a glance at the difference maker in her long, lean model's figure. Her perfect hips shot out from a tiny waist at dual forty five degree angles. These saddlebag hips replete with acute hip dips didn't have an ounce of visible cellulite coming together to give Yoli a deflated, yet perfect looking heart shaped butt albeit two sizes smaller than Renee Kelly, her former employer, and my mentor.

Her almost jaundiced yellowish skin tone was uniform across her figure which spoke to Yoli's habit of going au 'natural in her apartment. I didn't realize my breathing had grown heavy as I got up unbuckling my belt losing my pants and underwear. My strange yet brief interaction with Renee left me extremely horny and in need of a body.

Yoli moaned upon touch as I handled her hips pressing myself into her butt, wedging it hard. I didn't know my own strength as her legs parted a little causing her to grind into the wall at an angle leaving her muff mashed into the edge. Yoli's cunt had to be parted by this action as I conducted a criminal bit of frottage before my hands shot up completely covering her small perky tits.

One of her other odd physical attributes, were the large pointy nipples that topped her B-cups pressing into my palms, ticklish. I resorted to rubbing them between my thumb and forefingers making her start to moan in that signature yowling tone sending shivers up my spine. Her breaths came in short huffs as I caressed her perfect abdomen and cunt sinking my middle fingers inside.

Her insides were heated and excessively gooey to the touch making audible squelches that both of us could hear. Yoli seemed to be struggling mightily not to cry out, biting her lower lip stifling a few of her moans. This only excited me more as I began roughly frigging her cunt until her slimy essence was running down my invading digits.

Those huffs of air got hoarse and labored with Yoli involuntarily twisting from side to side as I ran the underside of my cock along the crack of her ass. It became apparent that she was trying to hump into my cock but was failing due to my rough treatment. I rubbed her excessive juices all over her crotch and inner thighs before going back for more inside. Yoli whimpers and light sobs came in fits and starts, finally breaking something.

"I'm cumming on your hand; I'm cumming on your precious fingers, oh shit. I-it feels like I'm gonna explode." She was half whispering, afraid to speak normally.

I snatched my hand away digging my nails into her bicep, yanking her about to face me directly. I unintentionally shoved her back into the wall at the edge of the dining room glaring into her gasping face. I was surprised and taken off kilter finding her face completely flushed crimson along with her neck and upper chest area, including her breasts.

My brown eyes caught hers for a few fleeting moments before I ducked capturing her right thigh raising it level with her hip. She looked enraptured as I stuffed her full of my covered cock. I'd taken the time to roll one on while she was facing the wall. I released her leg allowing it to fall still deep inside her pot as my hands grabbing hungry handfuls of that soft, floppy butt.

I started roughly yanking her into my thrusts fucking the flighty yellow bone wildly. Our pelvises clapped together wetly as I redoubled my grip on her buttocks. It was a different sensation I wasn't immediately used to doing it standing up but being with Yoli was like doing it with a life sized action figure.

Her athleticism and unnatural limberness were bonuses. I'd never given a thought to the possibility that she could be double jointed. Her cunt was just so volcanically hot and slippery almost on command. I got crazy for a minute savagely fucking away at her box before clamping my teeth on one of her thickened nipples.

"Thank you, I love having my nipples bit. I love it so much; do whatever you want to me!! Use me however you want. I want what you want now and always!! Yes, treat me anyway you want, but don't ever shun me." Yoli continued whispering breathy encouragement while I nibbled and suckled her phallic nips, rutting about in her cunt.

"Shut up bitch."

I snatched up both of her long, lanky legs as she gasped wrapping her arms around my neck. Her cunt was dripping moisture everywhere as she interlocked those slender gams in the small of my back. My balls slapped up into the bottom of her clapping cheeks as my fingers dug trenches into her buttocks. Yoli was holding on for dear life taking all I had to give.

"Kiss me."

"No."

"Kiss me please."

"Hell no."

"PLEEEEAAASSEEEE!!" She cried out weepy and desperate making me grit my teeth in an aggressive snarl.

I took things a bit further inching back from the wall she was pressed against. Yoli let go of my neck reaching up as she became horizontal grabbing the wall edge with both hands. I could feel the strain it put on her lithe body but relished the straight shot as my cock piston fucked her cunt into a sloppy mess.

The mounting rapture on her face signaled the oncoming audible theatrics that went hand in hand with any climax she'd experienced. Physics reared its ugly head forcing her to hook a hand around the back of my neck while still trying to remain horizontal midair. Her soft whispers of encouragement were now breathy moans of pleasure and excitement.

"Just one kiss?"

"No."

"WHY?!!" Yoli cried out like some spoiled toddler.

Her head rolled around on her shoulders going into the throes of an impending climax. She was just shy of a hundred twenty five pounds but still seemed lighter even. It was easy to handle her as I wrenched back causing her to grab a handful of my t-shirt to steady herself. This caused me to falter and lose my footing briefly allowing Yoli to ride me down onto the floor.

I found myself looking up in her face as she squatted open legged impaled to the gills. Her long back went from an arch into a straight line as she supported her weight on both hands reaching down spreading her flower revealing everything. My fleshy circumference puffed out from her outstretched slit as Yoli looked from my face back to our connection. The rest of me slid wetly inside as she gasped.

Another rubbery limbed surprise was waiting as Yoli arched backward curving her spine inward mimicking a letter C driving her abdomen and crotch forward with the skill of a contortionist. That spongy heart shaped butt began wildly clapping and bouncing in my lap as the euphoric yellow bone got it on with extreme prejudice.

She was taking me from stem to stern bucking her wide hips into me intentionally curving my cock as it slapped against her muff. Yoli was getting into the zone, her expressive eyes tightly shut leaving my fingers to dig into her thighs, squeezing and caressing them. This woman was an incredible lay and I didn't doubt she wasn't aware of that fact. What rankled, was that she believed she could fuck her way to redemption.

"YES!! YES!! YAAAAHHHHHH!! OOOHHHH YAAAHHH!!" The dam burst literally and figuratively as torrents of her female essence started spraying my crotch and abdomen in fits and starts. I felt a bit of nausea not just because it looked like she was taking a whiz on me; but the sounds she was starting to make triggered a forcefully suppressed memory.

For the briefest of moments, I was transported back in time a few days ago to the exact moment I found her under my cousin getting railed to hell and back on the end of my older cousin's phallus. They were so into it, they failed to notice my presence right away. I'd never forget the enraptured expression on Yoli's face as my cousin Jaquan beat her back out lying draped over her bony figure.

"GET OFF ME!!"

"Huh, what's wrong?"

"Just, get the fuck off me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." She was completely flushed, chest heaving from the workout, but otherwise seemed able to calm herself, albeit gradually. Yoli swung one of her long legs over my body disengaging leaving my penis still pointing up at the ceiling. She looked worried with this hangdog expression kneeling by my right hip.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry." Yoli was contrite, but I knew not to read into anything coming out of her mouth.

"Yoli?"

"Yes?" Her shoulders were slumped, hands resting in her lap. She seemed on the verge of tears, but that had been an ongoing state for her since we fell out.

"You're just fucking me because you feel guilty about Jaquan."

"I'm having sex with you because I like you, too. Are you disgusted by me; I mean are you thinking about that time you caught us doing it in his bedroom?"

"So, you know, huh?"

"I know and I also know you probably hate me."

"Then why are you here?"

"I don't know yet, but I think we should find out together."

Yoli reached down grabbing one of her ankles pulling it forward until she was able to remove her boot and accompanying mismatched sock. The opposite boot and sock followed as she proved her double-jointed nature. I lay there watching as she neatly tucked both socks in her boots before setting them on her pile of clothing.

Yoli gave me a weak, shaky smile standing up never taking her eyes from my face. It felt like I was being studied as she nervously nibbled on the tip of her pointer finger. She turned and walked out of the dining room into the barbell shaped corridor that held the bedrooms in the house.

"Yoli?" I followed moments later finding her laying on her belly in Jaquan's bedroom.

"Take it back." She murmured softly.

"WHAT?!"

"Take back what we took from you that afternoon."

Yoli lay there in my cousin's bed in the darkness, her pale golden hue visually illuminated against the black coverlet. She was silent after that only her breathing audible inside my cousin's space. There was truly no boundary she wasn't willing to cross in flighty manner and I should've been disgusted by this, but I found myself thinking of Jaquan. He was currently out with his esteemed baby mamma number two, Renee Kelly.

I thought about her face breaking as she realized his betrayal again juxtaposed with the woman who left with him for an evening that would no doubt end in her bedroom much to their toddler daughter's delight. Me, I was out in the cold more or less with a puzzled on my lips after she'd returned to kiss me for a fleeting second.

Yoli licked her lips as I stripped off my shirt becoming nude other than a pair of socks. She looked passionately somnambulistic waiting without movement as I climbed onto the plush bedding mounting the back of her thighs.

She reached back spreading her deceptively full cheeks exposing herself as I pressed into her slit. The excessive wetness of her snatch was audible as I fed more of myself inside her box until the base of my cock was pressed against her floppy cheeks. They parted wider than you would've thought possible accommodating and cradling my girth perfectly. Yoli moaned as I took the time drawing my knees forward adjacent to her rounded thighs. I didn't stop until I couldn't move anymore.

The sounds emanating from her added to the situation as I draped my upper half down on her torso. My chin was hooked over her right shoulder allowing her to turn into a passionate kiss full of saliva amid swirling tongue. Yoli was a sexual phenom able to satisfy a man from any position. Jaquan had been savagely fucking her into the mattress on the very spot we were occupying, and I was going to do the same if not more.

Yoli tensed up allowing her cheeks to nestle my shaft in their pillow softness. Her tunnel contracted tight at her opening with barely any outside movement. This turned out to be a subtle flexing movement designed to mutely prod me into action. My breath came hot and heavy on her cheek as we kissed some more. Her lower back arched into the bed adding to her efforts as I reared up digging my nails into her shoulder blades from above.

I drove forward with everything I had getting this ticklish sensation as I brushed against the end of her canal. Yoli huffed and whimpered sounding distressed. I held it there stationary not caring if my weight was a factor for this thin girl with unnatural baby making hips. The loose, floppy portion of her lower cheeks spread wider than before every time I pushed forward.