Maximum Badonadon

(RECAP)

"No, open your eyes and see." I forced my weary eyes open finding the beginnings of sunlight creeping into the living room.

Renee Kelly had made good on her promise to fuck me until the sun came up.

I lost my sight to exhaustion feeling her dismount with the sudden rush of incoming air. Her scent was everywhere about my person as I listened to her careful movements. There was a bit of sniffling, some coughing and finally the unmistakable sound of sobbing.

I wanted to tell Renee what she wanted to hear, but I was imprisoned in my own body as the darkness clouded over what little cognizance remained. It felt as if I were falling into an abyss as Renee drifted away, likely forever. I tried to will myself to speak, but she was already gone from the living room as the sandman stole my consciousness.

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MAXIMUM BADONKADONK Ch. 09

Featuring: Ms. One-36D-32-50 (25 years old)

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

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

C. Kelly a.k.a??? -36C-25-36 (20 years old)

Vicky Stone-41C-38-58 (22 year old)

Special Guest Star: Yoli Van Allen-32B-26-36 (28 years old)

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"OW, WHAT?"

The pain in my right thigh was fleeting as I opened my eyes staring up at the white slightly glittery finish on the ceiling. It was the first time I noticed that particular aspect of Renee's living room. I was trashed tilting my head finding Rashida looking down at my face.

"Get your ass up; you gotta go nigga." I immediately realized I was nude going to cover my package with both hands lying on the carpet. She'd thrown my underwear over my business and I was grateful.

"Renee?"

"Don't worry about that shit; put your clothes on."

Rashida was all business, but there was a sliver of aggression in her tone that didn't go unnoticed. There were bits and pieces, little aches of the body left over from a night of savage lovemaking. The thought flittered through my mind as Rashida stood over me like a disparaging parent.

"What now?"

"What you mean, what now?"

"You mad at me about something, Rashida?" I didn't want to wait addressing the elephant in the room on the spot. The sunlight in the living room was biting causing me to shield my eyes as she scoffed.

"I ain't got no beef with you nigga; you might wanna put your clothes on before your trifling cousin show up with little Daisy."

"Oh shit." I got another surprise sitting up quickly in the buff.

Shawnee Thompson was leaning against the back of Renee's sofa, large donut, and plastic bottle of orange juice in hand. Her hyper-pear shaped figure was covered in a magenta velour track suit. The top was unzipped revealing a white Bowknot bustier matching the wedge lace up sneakers on her feet. This more form fitting attire and her makeup spoke to the influence of Renee Kelly, but her long hair tied off into dual Dutch braids harkened to her distinctive Latin heritage. She was meekly smiling with pronounced dimples enhancing her chubby cheeks.

"How long have you been there?"

"I put your boxers over your junk; you was laid out dead to the world." Shawnee chortled while Rashida nudged me with her foot again.

"GET YOUR CLOTHES ON AND GET OUT OF HERE!" There was no denying her attitude, but I decided to fight that battle another day.

Both of them stood there watching me get dressed. I was feeling it everywhere with images of Renee's tour de force performance throughout the night. It felt like I'd run a marathon as the question she asked flowed into my mind leaving traces of anxiety that started to sprout and grow.

Anxiety started to creep into my psyche as I pulled on my t-shirt facing Rashida and Shawnee. It was beyond weird seeing them side by side considering what happened upon their initial meeting. Rashida was wearing a paisley print tunic blouse and a pair of denim print jegging booty shorts designed to showcase her powerful legs. A pair of cheap flip flops were covering her feet.

"Where's Renee?" The large bandage on the bridge of her nose and some lingering bruises spoke to the embarrassing loss in that street fight with Yoli.

"Don't you worry about that; here take your shit and bounce!"

She pushed a tote bag into my arms gruffly which I unzipped finding Renee's camera equipment. I was puzzled, but Rashida handled my bicep sort of driving me towards the corridor leading to Renee's kitchen and the back door.

"What's up with you?" I asked again.

"Nothing, didn't I tell you Jaquan was coming here with Daisy?"

"He's my cousin in case you forgot; and we've all been with one another in various combinations over that last couple of days. Fuck what you say Rashida; this feels like bullshit."

"Man, I ain't gotta explain shit to you; I gotta run the shop today and you need to get up outta here!" Her alpha female attitude didn't faze me in no large part due to the memory of Yoli owning her physically. I was looking between her words at what was really being said.

"She wants me gone, right?" Rashida put her hands on her hips for a few seconds before crossing them over her bust.

"We can talk about it later, okay?" The attitude melted away leaving her looking exasperated.

"No."

I rushed to Renee's bedroom door shoving it open as her BFF futilely tried to stop me. I could feel Renee's presence on the other side wanting answers directly from her. The door swung open hitting the wall loudly. There was this rack of shoes on the back of the door that dislodged falling to the carpet.

Renee Kelly was sitting there in her bed propped up against the headboard on a large number of pillows.

An extra-large terry cloth bathrobe was loosely covering her nude body as the smell of body wash and perfume assailed my nostrils. A bed tray rested across her lap covered with various articles of makeup. She was holding a handful of cotton balls. It appeared that she was in the process of removing her makeup. Her face stuck with me devoid of the war paint she'd been wearing recently.

Her symmetrical unparalleled beauty remained unfettered, but her countenance was tragically stark. I noticed the bedding littered with discarded odds and ends giving me the impression she'd been occupying herself behind closed doors. I found the wig and thick glasses at the edge of the mattress, discarded. Her head weakly rolled in my direction; green eyes watery in an instant.

"He's going, sorry Renee." Rashida leaned inside cautiously pulling the door up closing it in my face. Renee's eyes never left me as the door closed with a muted thud. Rashida got in between me and the door, brow furrowed.

"You're going."

"Yeah, guess I am; take care of her." I'd never given esteemed baby mama number two, an answer to her question as I glanced to my right finding Shawnee standing there looking innocuous.

"Hey, I'll take you home, payaso." She offered.

Shawnee took the bag slinging it over her far shoulder walking me into the kitchen towards the backdoor. There was this weird dead feeling in the air. Rashida remained behind at her friend's bedroom door almost guarding it. There was no doubt Renee Kelly flamed out mentally after being denied.

She'd gone for broke, but I wouldn't relent out of multiple reasons, my wayward cousin, their small child and last but not least, her own stifling ego. I dealt a heavy blow to Renee by mentally running away from the question of personal inclusivity. There was little doubt she'd bounce back and likely come looking to assuage her ego in some way. It was a waiting game at this point as Shawnee walked beside me down to the back alley and her waiting Volkswagen beetle.

"So uhm, some night, huh?" Shawnee asked barely half a block away from Renee's building.

"It's private." I didn't waste words.

She let things sit for a while as I took stock of her appearance noticing the professional level makeup job and the multiple stud earrings in the ear facing me and the thin link white gold chain about her neck. Her scent changed as well leaving me befuddled whether it was some expensive perfume or a sweet smelling body wash. The slacker version of Shawnee Thompson had gone the way of the dinosaur. This new look was different, a more refined version of all that had come before.

"What?" She noticed me looking.

"What happened to you?" Shawnee chuckled shooting me a sly glance.

"I look busted or something?"

"More like you've been drinking the Kool-Aid; if you get my drift." She returned my assertion with a few chuckles that drifted off into the silence as we tooled down a few side streets towards my neighborhood. I'd mumbled my address as I got in beside her.

"No really, I don't look good or nothing?" She asked after a few minutes.

"That's not what I mean; looks like you been sleeping in Renee's closet or something. She make you her Mini-Me, or something?"

"¡¡Escucha a este hijo de puta de aquí!! ¡Tienes el descaro de estar hablando mierda sentado en mi auto como una cabeza de paloma!" This didn't sit well with Shawnee making her feel as though I was insulting her appearance.

"English please."

"Just cause you been fucking way up out your league all night make you think it's cool to throw shade at my glow up! I don't care what you think, I can look good too asshole! Fuck man, I'm more than just a big ass and you riding off my coattails anyway!! Renee got me straight personally and my money's right too!! I'm an influencer on social media and I got paper for wearing the product. What you got besides your dick in your motherfucking hand, huh?!!"

The rant came out of nowhere as we pulled up to a red light.

"You got me baby." I replied dryly before opening the door leaving her alone in the car.

Luckily, there was a bus stop that would carry me the rest of the way home as Shawnee drove off making a point to burn rubber pulling off. The noxious feeling lingered in the air about me as I sat on the bench waiting. The look on Renee's face haunted me. It felt like I'd done some sort of horrific act that burst the fragile bubble that was our implied relationship of convenience.

Honestly, it felt like somebody had died as I started to regret not going with it and acquiescing to her wishes. She likely took it as my choice of a woman I barely knew over her. I tried to think from her perspective finding that my nonverbal denial would seem a slap in the face after all she'd brought to the table since we started hanging.

My mind drifted back to the morning after she'd learned of my cousin's infidelity with her employee, Yoli. Both of us took dual hits finding comfort in one another. At that moment she'd become a little more human in my eyes and I hated seeing her like that. I think I was more comfortable with her being ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room.

I couldn't take it running back to her unstable admirer with a half assed story about taking back the power. Almost everything since we met was virgin territory. Her sudden aggressive turn caught me and everyone else in her sphere off guard dredging up even more hidden betrayals. It was like she wanted to push everyone around her to the limit, including me.

I opened the bag finding the camera, and related equipment along with some portable drives that likely contained everything she'd been working on up until last night. This had an air of finality to it that left me shook, but still smart enough not to call her up.

I wondered if this latest meltdown came due to Vicky Stone's flippant attitude and overt defiance or was it born of my denial?

"Fuck me." I told myself as the bus appeared.

The weight of things had me forswearing the production of more content as I reached the corner across the street from my corner house. I still needed a shower and the comfort of my own bed. Knowing Renee, I'd decided to wait and see if the other boot dropped. My interaction with Shawnee was disconcerting as well. Ms. Kelly had taken the former slacker under her wing transforming her into a plus sized imitation.

At this point, it was all about the money. This made me wonder about Andre who'd become lost in the shuffle since we first met. Part of me felt as if he'd been a bargaining piece, the price of admission into Renee Kelly's circle. Esteemed baby mama number two definitely made good use of the impromptu stud. Thinking about the scenes she'd shot featuring herself, felt like some manner of self-imposed litmus test.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" I walked in as my mother was heading in my direction to leave for work.

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Ninety minutes later I was lying in my bed staring at the ceiling after a particularly biting parental monologue from my mother that ended with me actually being "grounded" for a week at age nineteen. I was emotionally drained besides being physically depleted from a night in Renee Kelly's arms.

I replayed our tryst over and over again in my head finding that it felt distinctly different from previous encounters.

Renee's desperation read wrong on so many levels but didn't lead anywhere logical and that was singularly scaring the shit out of me. She was playing some game and I didn't know if I was across the chessboard or a puzzle piece. My phone started ringing at that moment.

"Hello?"

"Hey man, you forget about me or something?" It was Vicky Stone, Renee's nemesis and my, whatever we were becoming.

"Hardly, what's up?"

"What're you doing fool?" I felt a welcome lightness in her banter.

"Laying down actually, I was trying to get some rest."

"WRONG!"

"Excuse me?"

"WRONG FOOL!" Vicky repeated again making me smile and facepalm.

"Okay I'll bite, what am I doing Vicky?"

"Meeting me at the park by your house in like, NOW!"

Her playful banter was infectious making me grin to myself. After our initial hiccup of mutual first impressions, I had to admit we clicked on some level at least.

"Oh well, I'm grounded."

"Grounded, how fucking old are you nigga?" She sounded incredulous at my predicament.

"Nineteen, actually closer to twenty."

"Get your ass over here; got me waiting outside getting bit by fucking mosquitos and shit."

"Coming dear."

I stretched the truth a bit taking time to jump into the shower freshening up before tossing on a hoodie some boardshorts and sandals. It was only ten minutes or less, but I still felt a little anxious walking to the park to see Vicky Stone. It was just after eleven in the morning as I neared the edge of the park noticing what was unmistakably Vicky sitting at some picnic benches under a tree near the opposite side of the area.

My heart thumped at the sight of her sitting on top of the table in this all white ensemble consisting of a spaghetti strap tank and matching shorts. She looked like some giant kid sitting there looking at the face of her phone. Vicky noticed me quickly getting up giving me a view of the flimsy looking scallop hemmed shorts stretched across her lower half. Vicky met me halfway out in the field smiling evilly.

"HAAAAAY-AAAAAYYYY!!" Vicky spread her arms wide wanting a big hug but palmed my face when I went in arms outstretched. She roughly pushed me in the center of the face.

"What the fuck Vicky?!"

She giggled coming back towards me again grinning like a jackal with a slap to the bicep that stung a bit before backing away giggling. Ms. Stone was acting like some oversized kid bouncing back as I noticed the sheer nature of her clothing. It was made of some knit material that left nothing really to the imagination if you looked hard enough.

Vicky did this sort of pirouette giving me a view of the back and providing a reason why she'd been sitting on that picnic table waiting. Her rear cleavage was absolutely ridiculous hard tan lines and all way below the hem of those knit bottoms which fit loosely in the back catching the light breeze.

"OH SHIT!" I was instantly lost in the moment as Vicky stopped on a dime making me crash into her body for a few seconds.

"Asshole!"

Vicky rewarded me with an even rougher shove to the sternum that nearly caused me to topple over. My left foot was on a rock in the field contributing to the near accident. I barely caught myself as she ran a few feet forward towards the tables with this lively laughter, jiggling cheeks, and all.

"HEY COME HERE GIRL!!" I found myself running after her, both of us acting like grade schoolers.

"YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!!!" Vicky took off running hard. It was equally difficult not to laugh at her awkward gait because she looked like a big ostrich running across the grass with her arms folded across her chest. Her horseplay got the better of me as I closed the distance between us reaching out unsure if I wanted to grab her arm or that big, jiggling butt.

"BRING THAT ASS HERE VICKY!!" She glanced back finding me a fingertip's distance away suddenly kicking it into overdrive bounding easily away from me laughing and giggling like a demented toddler.

"COME ON, CAN'T YOU KEEP UP BITCH?!!" Vicky taunted.

"HATE YOU!!"

I picked things up from my end speeding after her as she neared the picnic tables. My left hand was outstretched aimed directly at her bouncing cheeks, tan lines, and all. I figured I deserved something for the impromptu workout. Vicky suddenly stopped short of the tables so quickly that I wasn't going to be able to avoid colliding with her.

"MOTHER-FUCKER!!"

Her fist smashed into my nose flattening it with the force of a battering ram. It was so sudden and vicious; I was instantly laid out on the grass looking up at the afternoon sun. It honestly felt like I'd been hit in the face with a baseball bat.

Her stunningly beautiful face appeared in my field of vision as a bird flew by overhead. She looked pissed off to the ninth degree.

"Vicky-whas, why did you, do that?" I stammered tasting a bit of blood that trickled from my abused nostril. My nose was obviously busted. One of her thick legs flew across my chest as she stood over me open legged giving me a view of her virtue.

She'd gone commando.

"You got me fucked up."

"Whut- Vicky, what're you talking about?" I didn't know what she might do next hearing some faint laughter from other pedestrians off in the distance. Vicky dropped her phone onto my sternum, her face completely flushed with anger.

"What is this Vicky?"

"LOOK-AT-IT-NIGGA!!" I fidgeted a bit raising it to my eyes finding something that stopped me cold.

I was laid out on Renee's white rug my head partially obscured while she reclined in a resting buddha pose beside me, both of us wearing our birthday suits. Renee's face was hidden, cut out of the pic from the bridge of her nose downward, big areas of her nude body reddened with a scratch or two. I fared no better in the buff with a caked up, cum stained abdomen, crotch and even visibly my inner thighs as well. The evidence of an epic night of lovemaking was right before my eyes and it was...nasty.

"Shit."

"Keep looking at that shit, there's more. KEEP LOOKING OR I'M GONNA STOMP YOUR NUTS, BITCH!!" I scrolled to the next pic finding another blow to the head.

Rashida was there from the shoulders down, nude with that confirmed sixty two inches of dark chocolate on full display. So big was her rear end, my crotch was obscured from view because she was lying beside me.

I scrolled to the next pic finding the same with the added element of Renee's hand in frame grabbing a clawing handful of Chi Town Thunda's enormous butt. It looked to all the world as if we'd enjoyed a threesome. My heart was racing as I found another unexpected clip, a thirty second video.

"FUCKING ASS, I'M GONNA...!!!" There was no mistaking the enormous dueling cheeks of Shawnee Thompson, a woman I'd discovered and christened Ms. WTF!!