Maximum Badonadon

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)

"Don't."

"What, I ain't doing nothing." Rashida shrugged but was grinning and I swear I could see the wheels turning in her head. I turned fully around facing her putting my arm around the back of the booth behind her head.

"Okay you came, you saw and conquered and now you wanna twist the knife, right?"

"What do you care, she asked for it with her shitty attitude." Rashida admitted.

"Okay I agree that she started it, but its my fault for hanging up in your face. You never would've come down her otherwise, right?"

"Right."

"Good, so you admit that you're getting off on intimidating her, aren't you?" She looked the other way barely stifling a smile that I would've been blind not to catch.

"What do you want me to say, huh?"

"What can you say if your ego is so fragile that you have to belittle another person. Let's see how things would've worked out if I didn't have this backpack and Shawnee was wearing her normal clothes." I pulled the backpack in front of us unzipping and cautiously going through it until I confirmed what Andre admitted earlier.

"What're you looking for?"

"Wait for it."

"No serious." Rashida leaned in closer peering into the backpack.

"Yup."

I found a Flip n' Zip knife and two box cutters in the pockets of her sweats. This spoke to untold stories I had yet to be told. Rashida looked alternately shocked three parts indignant after finding out the possibility that she could've been shanked in proper conversation with the larger girl.

Yeah, she was the taller of the two, but Shawnee had the width and weight advantage which wouldn't have boded well for Rashida, especially in a closed space like a public women's restroom. Besides the possibility for violence, it reinforced Shawnee's inherent fragility. I put her property back glancing at Rashida who looked conflicted.

"That bitch was gonna cut me?"

"I had the backpack; maybe you should rethink that little nugget in your head about messing around with her boyfriend. She's really possessive and uh, by the way he's married, too."

"WHAAAT?!!"

"Yeah, kinda left that out; so, still wanna fuck him?" Rashida scratched her temple considering what was exposed.

"You trying to get me fucked up." It was more of a declarative statement than anything else that I took umbrage at while zipping up Shawnee's backpack.

"No, you trying to get yourself fucked up. So I advise you to take the gracious W you already have, and we'll call it a day for uhm, workplace safety. I've gotta finish my shoot and if you're still willing, we can definitely do something tomorrow. You don't ever have to see Ms. WTF in person, again."

"I ain't scared of her." Rashida commented salty.

"Heard that before, today from Shawnee as a matter of fact."

"Were you always this sneaky?"

"Currently learning from the best, your boss actually." We stared at each other for a few minutes before chuckling at the insanity of the afternoon. I knew she felt like an idiot for underestimating an adversary, but I wasn't gonna rub her nose in things. I just wanted her to know the possibilities of negativity.

"Tomorrow huh?"

"You've seen that ass downstairs; kind of got a full plate." Rashida surprised me by leaning over planting a light peck on my cheek. I stole a good handful of her own considerable butt as she stood up slinging her purse. She waited until I was done with a sarcastic smirk.

"Better call me."

She pulled out her phone walking off into the crowd. She put a little extra in her step making those awesome cheeks pop and jiggle from movement. I glanced over finding the weaselly teen that had been dogging Shawnee earlier, sitting the next booth over.

"Man, you're a fucking legend." His eyes were big as saucers.

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't make me look like a douche, so I nodded gathering up my two bags walking to the escalator. Honestly, I wouldn't have been in this situation if it weren't for fateful meetings with two vastly different women. My mind wondered back to my inaugural girl, Erica Walton. She was the daughter of my wayward father's girlfriend and we'd been left to our own devices.

She'd talked me into shooting a sex tape with her which led to a number of adventures off the cuff. It seemed like a domino effect as other lined up in karmic fashion until I ran across Renee Kelly, my cousin Jaquan's estranged ex, one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.

As expected, the store had been ransacked by throngs of women making off with the best stuff leaving it visually bombed out after the fire sale. This worked leaving it sparsely populated by retail scavengers and the like. The staff was made up of mostly teenaged girls and older man in his fifties who looked out of place walking up the ransacked aisles trying to pick up after the customers.

He didn't look like management who seemed to have bailed some time ago leaving a bunch of girls holding court at the far end of the outlet. The dressing rooms were at the other end of the store off in an angled corner mostly out of view of the front counter. I got some stares from random women as I walked to the back with my phone to my ear. I found a row of changing rooms with thick creased curation, an industrial version of the ones used for showers.

"Hey, I'm here; where you guys at?" I dialed up Andre.

"AAAAAHHHHH, FUUUUUKKKKK, AWWWNNN, AWWWWWNNNN!!" Andre sounded enraptured along with the seriously audible sounds of the sloppy blowjob he was receiving. Shawnee was obviously going to town on him and there was no doubt about her motivation.

"Concentrate, where are you guys? I'm back here in the dressing rooms."

"AAAWWWW SHIT, HUH-HUH-AWWWN!!" There was some rustling of thick curtains at the furthest cubicle before his hand appeared giving me the thumbs up.

We were essentially alone in the area, but I waited a few minutes as a few hopefully clueless customers filtered out of some dressing rooms. I kept my phone to my ear faking the annoying expression of a partner dragged into a plus sized women's clothing store. When the coast was clear, I stepped in front of the curtain drawing it back just enough to peek inside.

The first thing I saw was Shawnee's mouth stretched obscenely wide around the upper third of Andre's ridiculous circumference. His cock looked fake like a dildo curved at the end some cartoonish representation of the letter J. Shawnee's pudgy hands were positioned at the base and mid-shaft sensually stroking veins onto the loose surface as his uncircumcised member fattened even more.

Her eyes were still puffy from her earlier meltdown, shut tight as she displayed more vigor than I'd ever seen before. The passion was palpable and infective as I sprouted wood just watching. Andre's eyes were tightly shut in symbiosis, mouth agape face glistening with perspiration.

"DAAAAMMMN YOU MAKING IT CUM OUT! AWWW SHIT IT'S CUMMING OUT!!" He didn't notice when I pulled the windbreaker to the side finding the camera still catching everything.

"Dame una buena carga por todo este culo bebé. Quiero que le depiles todo este culo a mami. Mójame, necesito un baño de semen de esta gran polla de culo. Damelo bebe. Quiero una carga, Andre."

Shawnee was making sweet love to her man's cock, kissing it, tapping it on her cheek, slathering saliva all over the underside of his shaft before sucking hard on one of his balls. She took it to the next level sticking her tongue inside the hood covering his crown drawing the loose skin back so tight that the head looked like a serpent's. It disappeared between her lips completely followed by the loudest slurp I'd ever heard.

"BAAA-BEEE!!" Andre groaned.

Shawnee had been sitting on this wooden bench inside the booth. I watched her carefully turn around dress gathered up in her arms revealing her immense panty clad derriere. It looked like she wanted to be taken from behind, but Andre was past the point of no return as torrents, ropes of thick gluey cum began hosing down her covered cheeks. I was in shock, myself known in the past for similar explosions of lust, but this was becoming epic on another level.

The first rope was thicker than the head of his cock shooting straight up her back. It was smart of Shawnee to gather up her dress pulling it far up her back to her armpits as Andre sexually relieved himself in dramatic fashion. I checked the camera happy to find it still operational. I was enthralled too but distracted by some bumping a few feet away. I glanced back finding a fast disappearing head of presumably, an employee. I walked down the aisle getting to the edge of the dressing room area.

"Hey, don't sweat it; come back." Andre surprisingly called after me.

I went back finding him tapping his huge cock on Shawnee's now exposed ass cheeks. Her panties were completely ruined. There was no way Shawnee was walking out of the store wearing underwear that now looked like wet tissue paper. Andre had drawn them down into her deep undercuff. Streaks of cum were running down the back of her thighs pooling into the back of her knees.

"Shit Andre, man you lit her up."

"Uhm yeah, this like my third load; we did it three times already, too." He sheepishly admitted shocking me to my core.

"Fuck." I commented getting some snickering from Shawnee still bent over head between her knees. I was doubly amazed that she was kneeling on top of the wooden bench that should have splintered under her weight.

"Take care of this payaso." Her hand appeared holding a laminated box containing some glossy looking panties. It was obvious she wanted me to replace her soiled underwear.

"Oh, uh yeah I'll get those for you." It was awkward and Andre wasn't making matters any better still rubbing his spunk all over her massive ass. Both of them seemed to be in their own little world.

I nodded, mostly to myself walking to the end of the dressing room alcove out onto the store's floor. There was an obese, angry looking elderly black woman obviously pretending to look at some hanging dresses on a display. Her piercing stare humbled me as I tucked my chin continuing onward. The group of teen girls working the counter were happily engaged in peer commentary and mirth as I approached.

I noticed a couple of Andre's female coworkers hanging out too. One of the girls, this really diminutive sister noticed me scurrying behind a larger companion snickering. This caused the rest of the girls to look at me, all grinning like jackals. I had no choice placing the panties on the counter.

"Okay what do have here? Very good taste you have sir, oh size eighteen, huh?"

The girl ringing me up looked a bit older than her friends. Her nametag read Charity, but she looked like a bitch.

"Yeah can you ring that up please."

"Yes sir, oh you'll be happy to know these pants have a whole lot of give on the elastic waist band." The other girls there burst in half stifled laughter, turning their backs to me when I glared at them.

"THANK-YOU CHARITY! Can we move this along please?"

"Sure, you're in luck because we're having a fire sale. These panties usually go a lot higher, but your cost is a thrifty twelve bucks. So, I'll take about thirty."

"Excuse me? Come again?"

"Thirty dollars to be exact; you're getting the discount and paying a gentleman's NDA for hooking up in our dressing rooms. So, forty now-ten for asking the question or security intervention along with our CCTV footage."

"Keep the change." I plunked a fifty on the counter, biting the knuckle on my other hand.

"Obviously." She pocketed the cash as her friends watched, humorously engaged.

Their uproarious laughter followed me back to the dressing room area where Shawnee swapped out the panties putting her defiled ones in the plastic bag. I offered her backpack and the opportunity to change into regular street clothes, but she pushed it into Andre's arms instead. We both watched her shake and shimmy, squeezing into those XXL panties that seemed a sliver too small.

Shawnee played to the camera drawing them up into her cavernous rear cleavage. I took custody of my camera and harness as the happy couple made out in front of me like nothing else mattered. They were hugged up like drunken lovers leaning into one another as I followed them to the store exit.

"BYE ANDREEEEE!!" All of the girls yelled in unison like we were at a high school pep rally. The walk of shame was all too real, but Shawnee was glowing arm hooked in his, both wedged tightly together. Charity didn't look the least bit amused but waved the fifty dollar bill at me.

"Bitch." Her punchable face reminded me of Gabrielle Union for some reason.

Shawnee's huge derriere continued to draw attention that I more than happy to film with the remaining power in my camera as the couple strolled towards the mall exit and the adjacent parking lot. Her behavior and continuous PDA and open groping of Andre spoke to the visual trauma I'd inadvertently inflicted on Shawnee by introducing her to Rashida Sikes in person.

The inherent animosity between them caught me off guard akin to the relationship between snake and mongoose. I'd have to figure out which was which in the coming days, but now I was intent on stockpiling footage of both for my website. Walking a foot or so behind the couple, I was able to catch a few fleeting glimpses of her glossy black panties taut across cheeks bigger than my torso. I wondered if she hadn't drawn her dress up a bit for the camera.

Shawnee was putting way too much in her step letting her cheeks bounce wildly unlike the plodding steady gate she used earlier. Their fingers were interlocked, the couple happily talking about everything under the sun forgetting my presence as well. Out in the deep parking lot, Andre let his hands do the walking, palming, and grabbing handfuls of meat that dwarfed my own regular mitts.

As we got deep between the cars, Shawnee surprised me by raising the hem of her dress allowing me to get some great shots of her panty clad butt outside. Once or twice she acknowledged me with a smirking stare over her shoulder. It seemed the meeting with Chi Town Thunda unlocked something hidden inside as she also grabbed a chubby handful of Andre's butt making the tall simpleton jump. This led to them pressed against the driver's side of her car making out, hard.

"Wow, you two probably should get a room." Shawnee broke the kiss, her arms wrapped around his waist as she looked at me smiling. Her expression was somewhat frayed and emotional, eyes still puffy.

"Don't you ever fuck with me again, alright?"

"I apologized; she wasn't supposed to be here Shawnee."

"You didn't have to bring her over."

"Yeah, sorry again; but we good, right?" Her passenger side window was partially down. Shawnee tossed the keys into the window.

"Hold that thought, I gotta find my keys." She opened the door kneeling across both seats on her knees making the car rock under her weight for a few seconds.

Andre exchanged glances with me, both of us befuddled.

I nudged him with my elbow drawing his attention down to Shawnee's mountainous exposed cheeks. Those glossy panties caught the approaching dusk sunlight perfectly drawn deep into the crack of her butt like bikini bottoms. He didn't waste any time fishing out his cock as Shawnee rewarded us with an extra scene on the spot.

It seemed she was finding her inner exhibitionist as he stabbed into her with animalistic vigor. I knew she had a shallow cunt, but you couldn't tell from the angle as her wealth of rear meat completely hid his third leg. I regretted removing the chest harness angling inward until I opted to give him the camera directing his hand positioning.

She was beyond wet resulting in these audible, sloppy claps of her cheeks on his girth. Even from my vantage point, the view was incredible as Ms. WTF added to the street cred I was going to build for her online. They were moaning and making so much noise that I was obliged to go on the move walking around the neighboring cars on lookout.

The whole affair left me anxious and a bit heady patrolling the tight radius just outside of two people hooking up in the worst way. Shawnee's Volkswagen bounced and squeaked as Andre did his best to beat her back out in public. I noticed a full nuclear family coming up the lane strollers and all quickly retreating back finding the lovers way ahead of me standing upright. Shawnee even waved at one of the kids as they passed by while the father gave me the stink eye. I turned back looking sharply at her flushed face.

I realized after they passed, Andre's hands were under Shawnee's dress digging into her panties. I leaned over looking through my passenger side window finding out what was happening. Andre was jilling Shawnee off from the other side of the car. I gave them an all clear allowing him to raise her dress higher giving her more back shots as I got some coverage from the opposite side of the window. Dude was giving her wrecking ball strikes trying to get off quickly as Shawnee half laughed rolling my window down.

"Bet you wanna stick your dick in my mouth, huh?" She taunted.

"I'll take a raincheck."

"Mierda de pollo, hijo de puta, luego mira con una polla dura, perra!!" Her butt was visible from my vantage point rising over her shoulders as Andre gave it to her.

"English."

"Fuck you." She giggled before going into a shivering fit. I guess it was easy for her boyfriend to hit all the right spots all things considered.

"HUH-HUMMPHFFF, HEY IMMA BOUT TO GUH-GUH-GOOO!!" The beetle was rocking in my direction from their combined weight as he got ready to cum.

"Pull'em to the side!" Shawnee blurted out as I managed to get around the back of the car in time.

Andre yanked up on the right side of those black glossy panties exposing one full cheek. It was like looking at a enormous, fleshy olive colored egg as streams of milky cum blasted it in nearly unrelenting waves creating a glazed mess. Shawnee added a little extra with a pop of her hips, going into a subdued twerk that was still quite audible. Andre was trashed and addled out of his gourd as his girlfriend peered over her driver's seat out the tiny back window.

"Oh!"

"Oh, mierda, la cagamos." She cupped a hand over her mouth chuckling into it as she retrieved her car keys. Andre looked over my shoulder and I followed suite.

"English goddamit, uhm oh shit."

Shawnee stood upright as Andre partly shielded her exposed butt from view. All of us found ourselves looking at the same woman Ms. WTF and myself encountered hours earlier when we first arrived. She was not pleased in the least, but her husband looked secretly stoked at catching the tail end of our shoot.

"YOU NEED JESUS IN YOUR LIFE, DAMN FREAKS!!"

She roughly shoved her husband forward with a caveman's sense of ownership as Shawnee burst into laughter. Andre facepalmed as I realized I'd filmed that exchange as well. My renewed starlet had overcome an obstacle in my opinion as she wantonly made out with Andre.

"Can we go now?" I asked humbly. Both of them stopped making out, staring glibly at my face.

"Sure." Andre handed me the small camera, side eyeing his girlfriend.

I was left in the parking lot. Shawnee did have hard feelings after all.

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Forty five minutes later I was trudging across my cousin's lawn, camera bag in tow. I'd had the misfortune of forgetting to charge my phone finding out that it was out of service. So, I was obliged to use public transportation which wasn't a problem other than travelling through some seriously rough neighborhoods to make a five block walk to Jaquan's house.