BBW Femboi Pool Party
“Hey, sis,” Patrice started. “We still gonna do this pool party?”
“Hell yeah, gurl,” the first cousin replied. “Let’s plan this shit out when I get back home.”
“Cool, gurl! I met this Japanese bitch that wanna come too.”
“Oh, snap! It's gonna be bomb.”
“You driving?”
“Yes, hunty! Goin’ to get my hair cut.”
“Alright, bish. Hit me up when you get back.”
“For sure, love!”
“Bye, gurl!”
Monet ended the call and navigated her dark cherry 2014 Kia Optima into the parking lot. He went into the barbershop wearing a graphic tee and light wash jeans. His 56-inch badonkadonk shook like a Jello mold. The five-seven, brown-skinned dude took a seat and waited. It was not lost on Monet that silence fell over the place while he strutted across the room.
Monet got into the seat eventually. The barber gave him a tapered fade to contrast with his medium-length twists. “Good,” the stylist asked, holding up a mirror.
“Perfect as always,” replied Monet.
Monet paid the man and went outside.
She started her vehicle and backed out of the space. She pulled onto the street and headed home. In her rearview mirror she noticed a beige metallic 2006 GMC Yukon flashing its lights. She stuck her arm out the window and signaled for the driver to go around. The SUV went to pass. Monet saw the man pointing to the right before he got in front. The guy put on his blinker. Monet followed him into the parking lot of a grocery store.
“What’s up,” Monet asked.
“I seen you in da barbershop,” the mature man smiled, revealing a gold tooth.
“Cool!”
“Where you headed?”
“Home.”
“Where yo’ man at?”
“Huh?”
“I know you got a man wit’ all dat ass!”
“I’m single.”
“Damn! You want a man?”
“I’m open to it.”
“You know I’m a boi, right!”
“Yeah! But you got one helluva ass.”
“I can get us a room if you wanna chill.”
“I live alone. You can come to my place.”
“Where you stay?”
“About 12 or 13 miles away. Follow me.”
“I need some gas real quick. Gimme yo address and I’ll come out there in a few.”
“You playin’, daddy! Forget it!”
“Naw, baby! Follow me to da gas station. I’ll fill up, den I can follow you.”
“Okay!”
“Let me get yo’ number though.”
Monet drove behind the man. He got out and fueled up his vehicle. He had a solid, thick build. Monet loved what he saw.
They got back on the road. They pulled up to the single-wide mobile home that had an above-ground pool off to the side.
“Come on in,” Monet smiled.
“This all yours?”
“Yes, it’s mine.”
“How old are you if you don’t mind me askin’?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“And, you own dis?”
“I do.”
“What kinda work you do?”
“You ask a lotta questions,” Monet giggled. “I don’t even know your name?”
“Alton.”
“How old are you, Alton?”
“54. Too old for you?”
“I didn’t say that. For the record I’m a web developer.”
“Oh, so you smart?”
“I guess.”
“I just gotta ask. How you get all dat ass,” Alton inquired.
“It’s natural!”
“It’s true what they say.”
“What’s that?”
“Some dudes are just born to be fucked.”
“Seems that way,” Monet laughed. “I had a little help.”
“How so?”
“I was always thick, but I moved in with my Aunt Juanita and her boyfriend, Mike Mike, when I was 15. She was a BBW. He would be fucking her hard and I could hear it. One day he told her I was a faggot. She told him he could fuck me if he wanted. They started giving me testosterone blockers and chicken pills. Fed me cornbread, potatoes, and roast beef constantly. Now, I got these titties and ass.”
“Did that nigga fuck you,” Alton pressed.
“Yes Mike Mike fucked me all the time.”
“And yo’ aunt was cool?”
“Yeah, she watched. Then another cousin moved in the next year,” Monet referred to Patrice.
“How was that?”
“The same. He was femme like me. They put him on the same regimen. His body got plump too.”
“So, Mike Mike had him two big booty boiz?”
“He did! You ever fucked a boi?”
“A couple times. He had a real nice ass, but not big as yours,” Alton admitted.
“How’d you meet him?”
“He was the pianist at my church for a while.”
“Cool. Was he hitting on you?”
“He had a way of flirting.”
“Did you flirt back?”
“Naw. I avoided him.”
“How did you end up fucking him?”
“He came into a sports bar where I hung out. Had some drinks. Ended up at his spot.”
“Was it good,” Monet prodded.
“Sure was!”
“You wanna fuck me?”
“Do I…”
Monet stood up, He pulled off his t-shirt revealing his massive boi titties. He shook them in Alton’s face.
“Ooh wee, baby,” the man opined. “I wanna titty fuck you.”
Monet got on his knees and pulled out Alton’s 10-inch dick. He wrapped his moobs around the stiff rod. He spat on the head and licked it as Alton thrusted.
“You built just like a BBW bitch, faggit,” Alton stated.
“Yes, sir! I’m your BBW femboi!”
“You gon’ let me fuck dat big ol’ ass?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Bend over!”
Alton pushed inside of Monet’s ass crack.
“Owwwww,” the sissy winced.
“Yeah, bitch,” Alton slapped the gigantic ass cheeks. “Look at dat shit jiggle!”
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“Yo pussy tight, faggit! Give it to daddy!”
“Yes, sir!”
Monet’s oversized punk gazoombas bounced. Alton grabbed them as he pounded.
“Damn, sissy! You gon’ make me cum,” Alton huffed.
“Nut for me, daddy,” begged Monet.
“Work that big large ass on this dick!”
“Yeah, nigga! Fuck my faggot boipussy!”
“Oh shit, you feminine fat boi! Love this big ol’ butt!”
“Cum for me, Alton!”
“Arrrrrrrgggggggh,” the man grunted.
About an hour away, Aunt Juanita was sitting on her bed while Mike Mike sucked her tig-ass-bitties. The fifty-seven year-old man on Viagra lay flat on his back. He was being ridden reverse cowgirl by a fair-skinned Black faggot with a 53-inch ass. The girly bitch was nineteen and working his generous booty on Mike Mike’s 8½ incher. “Fuck that fag bitch,” Aunt Juanita yelled. “Ride his dick, bitch!”
“Yes, ma’am,” screamed the fuck doll called Tamera. “You like this big ass?”
“Oh yeah, faggit! Ride daddy dick,” Mike Mike ordered.
“It’s so big,” Tamera yelled.
“Take it, you dumb fat hoe,” demanded Aunt Juanita. “We gotta redo yo’ weave befo’ these niggas come over tonight!”
“Yes, Auntie! Give me that big dick, Mike Mike!”
Mike Mike grunted. “Yeah! Gimme dat supersize ass.”
Tamera’s watermelons danced around.
“You like yo’ fat feminine body,” checked Mike Mike.
“I love it,” Tamera shared.
“Then ride him harder,” Aunt Juanita slapped the slut with the platinum blond sew-in.
“Yeah, faggit,” the man of the house yelped.
“Oh, nigga,” Tamera whined.
“I’m finna…”
Mike Mike nutted. He kissed Aunt Juanita.
Aunt Juanita hissed, “Go on, stupid fag! Get us some hot rags to clean up!”
Tamera hustled to the bathroom.
“I love you woman,” Mike Mike told his common-law wife.
“I love you too!”
Meanwhile, Patrice and Monet were back on the phone.
“So, it’s a date,” Patrice confirmed.
“Yes, it is, sis,” Monet nodded even though no one could see him.
“I can’t wait.”
“Me either. What you bout to do?”
“You remember my friend Bon’qui?”
“She that crazy bitch that work with you, right?”
“That’s the one!”
“Y’all hanging out tonight?”
“Nah, gurl! She outta town for a funeral. Her nigga comin’ through!”
“True! True!”
“His name is Keem. Tall, big dick!”
“He into us big gurls?”
“Oh yeah!”
“I’ma let you get ready for that dick then, heaux!”
“Bye. Love you, Monet!”
“Love you too, cuz!”
Patrice went into the bathroom of his apartment. He started the shower then put a plastic cap over his electric blue 27 piece, which was fake hair glued onto a wig cap and fitted to his head in a pixie style. The five-foot-eight, chocolate heavyset boi stepped his 54-inch butt into the steaming hot water. He lathered up with fruity flavored body wash. He rubbed it all over his boob-a-licious balumpadumps. Patrice rinsed off and dried himself.
He put on a pair of white tights and a midriff top. He texted Keem and waited.
The handsome, five-ten, two-hundred-pound, Negro arrived. He carried a brown paper bag over a bottle of brown liquor. “Damn, you sexy!”
“Thank you, Keem!”
“You gon’ put on some music and shake dat ass for me?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You want sum to drank, gurl?”
“Please!”
“Get a cup!”
Keem poured some of the alcohol into the red plastic cup. Patrice turned on her Bluetooth speaker. The first song on the playlist was LL Cool J’s ‘Big Ole Butt’. Patrice gyrated to the beat.
“Got damn,” remarked Keem. “You built just like a bitch! Look at dem titty knockers and dat wide ass! Twerk on dis dick!”
Keem pulled down his jeans. Patrice worked her booty on his cock.
“You get mah dick so hard,” Keem said.
“You wanna fuck me?”
“Yeah! I’m fuck da shit outta you! But first I want you tah suck dis dick!”
Patrice complied. He worked the 10½ meat stick. Keem fucked her jugs.
“Get against da wall,” Keem ordered. He went inside Patrice. “Ooh look at dis big, rotund ass!”
“Ooh yes, Keem! Fuck me!”
“Yeah, faggit! Love dis juicy ass and deez traffic stoppahs!”
“You like my BBW femboi boi, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah, gurl! I gotta think bout you just to fuck Bon’qui!”
“Really?”
“Ain’t no woman dat get me hard as yo’ faggit ass!”
“You be thinking about me when you fuck those chicks?”
“All da time, bitch! Take dis long dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Shit! Throw dat big, large ass on dis dick!”
“I love your big long Black dick, nigga!”
“Yeah, fag! Fuck dis dick, hoe!”
Keem tore Patrice up over the rest of the night.
Three weeks later, Patrice met his newfound Japanese-American friend at the airport. They got in Patrice’s Chrysler 300 and began to drive towards Monet’s trailer.
“How was the flight,” Patice asked.
“Good,” replied the third-great-grandson of immigrants.
“Are you ready for these dudes tonight?”
“I am,” answered the yellow dude with a 50-inch ass and fleshy man mammaries.
“Great! We’ll be there in about 45 minutes.”
“Hey, cuz,” Patrice greeted Monet. “This is Fujiko!”
“Hi, Fujiko! I’m Monet!”
“Thanks for having me at your house,” the Asian smiled.
“No problem. I’ll show you where to freshen up,” Monet directed them inside.
Later that evening, dudes had arrived. Some were grilling burgers and dogs. Most everyone had a can of beer or a red plastic cup of brown liquor in his hands. There were thirteen Negroes in all. Plus two other round ass femme bottoms came out - Pumpkin and Tabby.
The big booty bitches danced while the men fondled them.
Books, a six-foot-five, slim dude pushed up on Fujiko. Books was fresh out of jail and had deep brown skin. “Come gimme summa dat luh-you-long-time boipussy!”
“Yes, sir,” Fujiko beamed.
Fujiko and Books walked into the manufactured home. They looked momentarily at the white guy, Hedrick, who was banging Pumpkin’s 44-inch butt with his 8¼ inch cock.
“Fuck me, white nigga,” whined Pumpkin who was wearing a rainbow colored jockstrap.
“Yeah! Gimme dat chocolate ass, faggit!”
“It’s yours!”
“Damn straight, bitch!”
Books took Fujiko to a bedroom. Fujiko sucked it for a while. They could hear the white sissy, Tabby, being pounded outside.
“Oh, daddy,” wailed the red haired white guy with the 42-inch ass.
“Dis fat white ass feel good on my big Nigga dick,” the thug barked.
“Fuck me,” Tabby screamed.
“Fuck yeah, bitch!”
Somewhere outside, Monet and Patrice were sucking dicks and being manhandled by the horny men.
Books grabbed Fujiko’s long hair and snatched him up. He pushed Fujiko onto the bed and mounted the BBW boi.
“Oh my god,” cried Fujiko.
“You finna take dis 11-inch dick, faggit,” ordered Books.
“Oh, daddy! It’s so big!”
“I know, bitch! But you gon’ love it!”
“Ooooh!”
“Dis ass tight! Throw dat fat ass on mah dick, punk!”
“Fuck me!”
“Tell me you luh dis big Nigga dick, yella boi!”
“I love your big Nigga dick,” purred Fujiko.
Outside, both Patrice and Monet had dicks buried in their boipussies. They rotated, sucking the other men.
“Fuck yeah, faggit,” one Negro yelled.
Another Black dude declared, “Y’all some bad bitches!”
“Fuck me,” begged Patrice.
“Dick is so good,” shrieked Monet.
Back over at Aunt Juanita and Mike Mike’s house, Tamera was on the floor with his legs over Mike Mike’s shoulders. Aunt Juanita was fast asleep now.
“Fuck me, Mike Mike,” Tamera urged him on.
“Yeah, faggit! Take dis big Black dick!”
“You like my young faggot ass?”
“Yeah! You nineteen year old bitch! I love it!”
“Fuck my boipussy!”
“I wanna piss in you, faggit!”
“Yes, sir!”
Mike Mike let a stream go! He flooded Tamera’s boipussy. It rushed out eventually as he continued pumping the plumper of a sissy boi.
“You a hot ass faggit, Tamera!”
“Thank you,” the sissy cooed.
“My li’l toilet slut!”
“You think Auntie okay with this?”
“She love when I fuck punk fags like you!”
“Give it to me, Mikie Mike!”
“Ahhhhhh! Arrrrrgggghhhh! Ohhhhhh!”
Mike Mike nutted.
Dudes at Monet’s house were changing places with one another.
Monet, Patrice, Fujiko, Pumpkin, and Tabby were well fucked and full of nut when the sun came up.
“Hell yeah, gurl,” the first cousin replied. “Let’s plan this shit out when I get back home.”
“Cool, gurl! I met this Japanese bitch that wanna come too.”
“Oh, snap! It's gonna be bomb.”
“You driving?”
“Yes, hunty! Goin’ to get my hair cut.”
“Alright, bish. Hit me up when you get back.”
“For sure, love!”
“Bye, gurl!”
Monet ended the call and navigated her dark cherry 2014 Kia Optima into the parking lot. He went into the barbershop wearing a graphic tee and light wash jeans. His 56-inch badonkadonk shook like a Jello mold. The five-seven, brown-skinned dude took a seat and waited. It was not lost on Monet that silence fell over the place while he strutted across the room.
Monet got into the seat eventually. The barber gave him a tapered fade to contrast with his medium-length twists. “Good,” the stylist asked, holding up a mirror.
“Perfect as always,” replied Monet.
Monet paid the man and went outside.
She started her vehicle and backed out of the space. She pulled onto the street and headed home. In her rearview mirror she noticed a beige metallic 2006 GMC Yukon flashing its lights. She stuck her arm out the window and signaled for the driver to go around. The SUV went to pass. Monet saw the man pointing to the right before he got in front. The guy put on his blinker. Monet followed him into the parking lot of a grocery store.
“What’s up,” Monet asked.
“I seen you in da barbershop,” the mature man smiled, revealing a gold tooth.
“Cool!”
“Where you headed?”
“Home.”
“Where yo’ man at?”
“Huh?”
“I know you got a man wit’ all dat ass!”
“I’m single.”
“Damn! You want a man?”
“I’m open to it.”
“You know I’m a boi, right!”
“Yeah! But you got one helluva ass.”
“I can get us a room if you wanna chill.”
“I live alone. You can come to my place.”
“Where you stay?”
“About 12 or 13 miles away. Follow me.”
“I need some gas real quick. Gimme yo address and I’ll come out there in a few.”
“You playin’, daddy! Forget it!”
“Naw, baby! Follow me to da gas station. I’ll fill up, den I can follow you.”
“Okay!”
“Let me get yo’ number though.”
Monet drove behind the man. He got out and fueled up his vehicle. He had a solid, thick build. Monet loved what he saw.
They got back on the road. They pulled up to the single-wide mobile home that had an above-ground pool off to the side.
“Come on in,” Monet smiled.
“This all yours?”
“Yes, it’s mine.”
“How old are you if you don’t mind me askin’?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“And, you own dis?”
“I do.”
“What kinda work you do?”
“You ask a lotta questions,” Monet giggled. “I don’t even know your name?”
“Alton.”
“How old are you, Alton?”
“54. Too old for you?”
“I didn’t say that. For the record I’m a web developer.”
“Oh, so you smart?”
“I guess.”
“I just gotta ask. How you get all dat ass,” Alton inquired.
“It’s natural!”
“It’s true what they say.”
“What’s that?”
“Some dudes are just born to be fucked.”
“Seems that way,” Monet laughed. “I had a little help.”
“How so?”
“I was always thick, but I moved in with my Aunt Juanita and her boyfriend, Mike Mike, when I was 15. She was a BBW. He would be fucking her hard and I could hear it. One day he told her I was a faggot. She told him he could fuck me if he wanted. They started giving me testosterone blockers and chicken pills. Fed me cornbread, potatoes, and roast beef constantly. Now, I got these titties and ass.”
“Did that nigga fuck you,” Alton pressed.
“Yes Mike Mike fucked me all the time.”
“And yo’ aunt was cool?”
“Yeah, she watched. Then another cousin moved in the next year,” Monet referred to Patrice.
“How was that?”
“The same. He was femme like me. They put him on the same regimen. His body got plump too.”
“So, Mike Mike had him two big booty boiz?”
“He did! You ever fucked a boi?”
“A couple times. He had a real nice ass, but not big as yours,” Alton admitted.
“How’d you meet him?”
“He was the pianist at my church for a while.”
“Cool. Was he hitting on you?”
“He had a way of flirting.”
“Did you flirt back?”
“Naw. I avoided him.”
“How did you end up fucking him?”
“He came into a sports bar where I hung out. Had some drinks. Ended up at his spot.”
“Was it good,” Monet prodded.
“Sure was!”
“You wanna fuck me?”
“Do I…”
Monet stood up, He pulled off his t-shirt revealing his massive boi titties. He shook them in Alton’s face.
“Ooh wee, baby,” the man opined. “I wanna titty fuck you.”
Monet got on his knees and pulled out Alton’s 10-inch dick. He wrapped his moobs around the stiff rod. He spat on the head and licked it as Alton thrusted.
“You built just like a BBW bitch, faggit,” Alton stated.
“Yes, sir! I’m your BBW femboi!”
“You gon’ let me fuck dat big ol’ ass?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Bend over!”
Alton pushed inside of Monet’s ass crack.
“Owwwww,” the sissy winced.
“Yeah, bitch,” Alton slapped the gigantic ass cheeks. “Look at dat shit jiggle!”
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“Yo pussy tight, faggit! Give it to daddy!”
“Yes, sir!”
Monet’s oversized punk gazoombas bounced. Alton grabbed them as he pounded.
“Damn, sissy! You gon’ make me cum,” Alton huffed.
“Nut for me, daddy,” begged Monet.
“Work that big large ass on this dick!”
“Yeah, nigga! Fuck my faggot boipussy!”
“Oh shit, you feminine fat boi! Love this big ol’ butt!”
“Cum for me, Alton!”
“Arrrrrrrgggggggh,” the man grunted.
About an hour away, Aunt Juanita was sitting on her bed while Mike Mike sucked her tig-ass-bitties. The fifty-seven year-old man on Viagra lay flat on his back. He was being ridden reverse cowgirl by a fair-skinned Black faggot with a 53-inch ass. The girly bitch was nineteen and working his generous booty on Mike Mike’s 8½ incher. “Fuck that fag bitch,” Aunt Juanita yelled. “Ride his dick, bitch!”
“Yes, ma’am,” screamed the fuck doll called Tamera. “You like this big ass?”
“Oh yeah, faggit! Ride daddy dick,” Mike Mike ordered.
“It’s so big,” Tamera yelled.
“Take it, you dumb fat hoe,” demanded Aunt Juanita. “We gotta redo yo’ weave befo’ these niggas come over tonight!”
“Yes, Auntie! Give me that big dick, Mike Mike!”
Mike Mike grunted. “Yeah! Gimme dat supersize ass.”
Tamera’s watermelons danced around.
“You like yo’ fat feminine body,” checked Mike Mike.
“I love it,” Tamera shared.
“Then ride him harder,” Aunt Juanita slapped the slut with the platinum blond sew-in.
“Yeah, faggit,” the man of the house yelped.
“Oh, nigga,” Tamera whined.
“I’m finna…”
Mike Mike nutted. He kissed Aunt Juanita.
Aunt Juanita hissed, “Go on, stupid fag! Get us some hot rags to clean up!”
Tamera hustled to the bathroom.
“I love you woman,” Mike Mike told his common-law wife.
“I love you too!”
Meanwhile, Patrice and Monet were back on the phone.
“So, it’s a date,” Patrice confirmed.
“Yes, it is, sis,” Monet nodded even though no one could see him.
“I can’t wait.”
“Me either. What you bout to do?”
“You remember my friend Bon’qui?”
“She that crazy bitch that work with you, right?”
“That’s the one!”
“Y’all hanging out tonight?”
“Nah, gurl! She outta town for a funeral. Her nigga comin’ through!”
“True! True!”
“His name is Keem. Tall, big dick!”
“He into us big gurls?”
“Oh yeah!”
“I’ma let you get ready for that dick then, heaux!”
“Bye. Love you, Monet!”
“Love you too, cuz!”
Patrice went into the bathroom of his apartment. He started the shower then put a plastic cap over his electric blue 27 piece, which was fake hair glued onto a wig cap and fitted to his head in a pixie style. The five-foot-eight, chocolate heavyset boi stepped his 54-inch butt into the steaming hot water. He lathered up with fruity flavored body wash. He rubbed it all over his boob-a-licious balumpadumps. Patrice rinsed off and dried himself.
He put on a pair of white tights and a midriff top. He texted Keem and waited.
The handsome, five-ten, two-hundred-pound, Negro arrived. He carried a brown paper bag over a bottle of brown liquor. “Damn, you sexy!”
“Thank you, Keem!”
“You gon’ put on some music and shake dat ass for me?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You want sum to drank, gurl?”
“Please!”
“Get a cup!”
Keem poured some of the alcohol into the red plastic cup. Patrice turned on her Bluetooth speaker. The first song on the playlist was LL Cool J’s ‘Big Ole Butt’. Patrice gyrated to the beat.
“Got damn,” remarked Keem. “You built just like a bitch! Look at dem titty knockers and dat wide ass! Twerk on dis dick!”
Keem pulled down his jeans. Patrice worked her booty on his cock.
“You get mah dick so hard,” Keem said.
“You wanna fuck me?”
“Yeah! I’m fuck da shit outta you! But first I want you tah suck dis dick!”
Patrice complied. He worked the 10½ meat stick. Keem fucked her jugs.
“Get against da wall,” Keem ordered. He went inside Patrice. “Ooh look at dis big, rotund ass!”
“Ooh yes, Keem! Fuck me!”
“Yeah, faggit! Love dis juicy ass and deez traffic stoppahs!”
“You like my BBW femboi boi, don’t you?”
“Hell yeah, gurl! I gotta think bout you just to fuck Bon’qui!”
“Really?”
“Ain’t no woman dat get me hard as yo’ faggit ass!”
“You be thinking about me when you fuck those chicks?”
“All da time, bitch! Take dis long dick!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Shit! Throw dat big, large ass on dis dick!”
“I love your big long Black dick, nigga!”
“Yeah, fag! Fuck dis dick, hoe!”
Keem tore Patrice up over the rest of the night.
Three weeks later, Patrice met his newfound Japanese-American friend at the airport. They got in Patrice’s Chrysler 300 and began to drive towards Monet’s trailer.
“How was the flight,” Patice asked.
“Good,” replied the third-great-grandson of immigrants.
“Are you ready for these dudes tonight?”
“I am,” answered the yellow dude with a 50-inch ass and fleshy man mammaries.
“Great! We’ll be there in about 45 minutes.”
“Hey, cuz,” Patrice greeted Monet. “This is Fujiko!”
“Hi, Fujiko! I’m Monet!”
“Thanks for having me at your house,” the Asian smiled.
“No problem. I’ll show you where to freshen up,” Monet directed them inside.
Later that evening, dudes had arrived. Some were grilling burgers and dogs. Most everyone had a can of beer or a red plastic cup of brown liquor in his hands. There were thirteen Negroes in all. Plus two other round ass femme bottoms came out - Pumpkin and Tabby.
The big booty bitches danced while the men fondled them.
Books, a six-foot-five, slim dude pushed up on Fujiko. Books was fresh out of jail and had deep brown skin. “Come gimme summa dat luh-you-long-time boipussy!”
“Yes, sir,” Fujiko beamed.
Fujiko and Books walked into the manufactured home. They looked momentarily at the white guy, Hedrick, who was banging Pumpkin’s 44-inch butt with his 8¼ inch cock.
“Fuck me, white nigga,” whined Pumpkin who was wearing a rainbow colored jockstrap.
“Yeah! Gimme dat chocolate ass, faggit!”
“It’s yours!”
“Damn straight, bitch!”
Books took Fujiko to a bedroom. Fujiko sucked it for a while. They could hear the white sissy, Tabby, being pounded outside.
“Oh, daddy,” wailed the red haired white guy with the 42-inch ass.
“Dis fat white ass feel good on my big Nigga dick,” the thug barked.
“Fuck me,” Tabby screamed.
“Fuck yeah, bitch!”
Somewhere outside, Monet and Patrice were sucking dicks and being manhandled by the horny men.
Books grabbed Fujiko’s long hair and snatched him up. He pushed Fujiko onto the bed and mounted the BBW boi.
“Oh my god,” cried Fujiko.
“You finna take dis 11-inch dick, faggit,” ordered Books.
“Oh, daddy! It’s so big!”
“I know, bitch! But you gon’ love it!”
“Ooooh!”
“Dis ass tight! Throw dat fat ass on mah dick, punk!”
“Fuck me!”
“Tell me you luh dis big Nigga dick, yella boi!”
“I love your big Nigga dick,” purred Fujiko.
Outside, both Patrice and Monet had dicks buried in their boipussies. They rotated, sucking the other men.
“Fuck yeah, faggit,” one Negro yelled.
Another Black dude declared, “Y’all some bad bitches!”
“Fuck me,” begged Patrice.
“Dick is so good,” shrieked Monet.
Back over at Aunt Juanita and Mike Mike’s house, Tamera was on the floor with his legs over Mike Mike’s shoulders. Aunt Juanita was fast asleep now.
“Fuck me, Mike Mike,” Tamera urged him on.
“Yeah, faggit! Take dis big Black dick!”
“You like my young faggot ass?”
“Yeah! You nineteen year old bitch! I love it!”
“Fuck my boipussy!”
“I wanna piss in you, faggit!”
“Yes, sir!”
Mike Mike let a stream go! He flooded Tamera’s boipussy. It rushed out eventually as he continued pumping the plumper of a sissy boi.
“You a hot ass faggit, Tamera!”
“Thank you,” the sissy cooed.
“My li’l toilet slut!”
“You think Auntie okay with this?”
“She love when I fuck punk fags like you!”
“Give it to me, Mikie Mike!”
“Ahhhhhh! Arrrrrgggghhhh! Ohhhhhh!”
Mike Mike nutted.
Dudes at Monet’s house were changing places with one another.
Monet, Patrice, Fujiko, Pumpkin, and Tabby were well fucked and full of nut when the sun came up.
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