Damsel in Distress?

Arvon Davis stepped out of his door to set the trash in the bin for the collectors. At the same time, he noticed an insanely fat ass in the air struggling with some packages. The man with a cool, pecan-brown complexion dropped the bag in his hand and rushed over to assist. “May I help you ma’am?”

“Oh. Thank you,” replied the damsel.
“You’re welcome.”
“Let me just open the door please.”
“No problem,” he watched her stick the key in the lock. “How do you know Bershaun?”
“Don’t be silly, dude. It’s me.”
“Huh,” Arvon creased his brow.

“Yeah. I went and got a B-B-L.”
“Oh damn! I see,” he finally looked at his neighbor’s deep, yellowish-brown face.
“Do I look that different?”
“You look hella different.”
“I know,” the plastic surgery patient giggled. “I traded all my belly fat for a phat ass.”
“I see…I see.”

“Thanks again for your help. Would you like a beer or a shot?”
“Uhhhh…Yeah! I ain’t about to do shit.”

Berhsuan set down the packages and instructed Arvon to do the same. He went into the kitchen and reappeared with two filled glasses. They drank and took a seat on the couch.

“Can I ask you something,” inquired the host.
“Yeah.”
“Were you drawn to my ass? No homo.”
“Not gonna lie. I came to help because I wanted to try to smash.”
“Oh yeah,” smiled Bershaun.
“Uhhh. Yeah. If you were a girl.”

“I can’t change that, but I can promise you I won't put you on papers.”
“You’re wild,” Arvon chuckled. “But you’re right about that.”
“Oh am I,” Bershaun leaned closer.
“Yeah! My girl be wanting to get married and start a family. I ain’t ready for all that responsibility yet.”
“I get it. She shouldn’t be pressuring you. I never would?”
“Oh yeah?”

“Yes, daddy. Can I show it to you again?”
“I’m not gonna object to that.”

Bershaun stood and wiggled his substantial ass side to side. Arvon watched mesmerized.

The dancer slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his lime green jeggings and pulled them down below the massive cheeks.

“Dammit, man,” protested the guest.
“What’s wrong?”
“That ass looks so good it’s making a brotha wanna take a walk on the wild side.”
“Well, handsome! Why don’t we take that walk together,” winked the vixen.

“It’s your house. I’m waiting on you.”
“Yes, sir. Follow me.”

Bershaun sashayed down the hall to his bedroom and lay down on the bed. He put his ass in the air and took out Arvon’s brick-hard member. “Oh my gosh,” he cooed. “It’s so big.”

“Thanks, baby! Suck it while I play with those cheeks!”

The big booty slut took the love spear in his mouth and worked along the shaft methodically.

“Oh shit! That feels good,” moaned Arvon as she kneaded the pillowy, colossal hiney. “This ass is right, baby! You gonna keep this a secret?”

“Mmhmm,” mumbled Bershaun, still sucking.

Arvon continued massaging and spanking the glutes.

Eventually, Berhsaun looked up and asked, “Wanna fuck me?”
“You got a condom?”
“Right there in that bowl on the nightstand.”

Arvon put on a magnum while Bershaun grabbed the lube.

The femboy presented his elephantine booty to the strong, sturdy man.

Arvon spanked it again. “That ass is so big, baby! I love it!”
“Fuck it, daddy! Put it in me!”

He angled his stiff rod at Bershaun’s clenched brown hole and began to press inside. The bottom arched his hips to better accept the invasion of his secret garden.

Bershaun winced, “Oh my god. It’s so big!”
“I’ma be gentle,” replied the conquering warrior, pushing deeper.
“Ooh god yes,” purred the gay boy. “That’s it. Go balls deep!”
“Hell yeah! This ass is tight!”
“It sure is. Open it up for me.”
“That’s what you want,” asked Arvon, huffing and thrusting with a heightened pace.

“Hell yeah, handsome! Give me that big straight dick!”
“That’s what you wanted, huh? A straight man to fuck this sissy ass!”
“Hell yes, daddy! Give it to me!”
“Look at that recoil. Bounce that ass on this dick!”

“You like that, daddy!”
“Fuck yeah!”
“How gay do you think I am?”
“You’re so gay you went and bought a woman’s ass for yourself!”
“I really am! Do you like it?”
“I love this big phat ass, bitch,” Arvon boomed as he squeezed the tender badonkadonk.

Arvon pounded Bershaun deep into the mattress. He slammed his pork sword inside of Bershaun’s loosened rectum repeatedly as the punk begged for it.

“Is it better than your girlfriend?”
“I don’t wanna say that,” he strained.
“It’s better cause it’s no baby mama drama.”
“Oh fuck,” groaned Arvon. “I know!”
“Fuck me, handsome!”
“Arrrrgggggghhhhhhhh,” belted the man as he collapsed on top of Bershaun, shooting several pusles of baby batter into the nether regions.

Arvon rolled over on the bed and huffed.