BranBros Presents: The Avatar Bang Bus (Part 1)

Written in collaboration with Cross C.

The brand new Cabbage Corp truck rattled down the streets of the city, its back door slightly ajar to reveal the intimate scene within. Korra, the young Avatar, was flushed with excitement, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as she tended to her latest new friend. The air in the truck was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of sweat, musk, and the lingering tang of semen from her earlier encounters still hung in the air.

There were three occupants in the back with the driver upfront happy to ignore his official route in favor of chauffeuring them wherever they wanted to go thanks to some key words from Bran.

Inside the truck’s spacious back compartment, Bran lounged comfortably on a plush couch he had “borrowed” from a merchant’s mansion earlier that day. The cushions were soft and deep, covered in a rich, velvety fabric that spoke of luxury. A haphazard arrangement of bedding, also pilfered, lay across the couch and floor, creating a den of sin and excess. Bran’s massive form, all raw muscle and intimidation, dominated the space. He sat with his legs spread wide, his powerful thighs taking up more than their share of the seat. His expression was one of casual dominance, his piercing eyes surveying his surroundings with a predatory gleam.

Bran was bottomless, his enormous cock hanging between his legs, semi-erect and undeniably imposing. The sheer size and girth of it would have been a marvel on any man, but on Bran, it seemed almost natural, a reflection of the man’s overwhelming presence. It lay heavily against his thigh, a veined monstrosity that seemed to pulse with its own life.

They were cruising around the city, stopping periodically for Bran to arrange for **** men to hop in the back so Korra could really meet and relate with the common folk of the city. The Avatar had a duty to the world and if her duty meant fucking tons of random dudes to drain their balls and improve her mental state then who was she to refuse?

Korra had wasted no time diving into her playful nature. As the scribe stood awkwardly in the truck’s dimly lit back compartment, she circled around him, her bare breasts brushing lightly against his back as she moved to guide him down and sit beside him on the couch. They were squeezed close together with Bran’s big butt taking up more than his fair share, but she didn't mind half sitting on her man’s thigh. The sensation of her soft skin against the middle-aged guy was enough to make the poor man jump slightly, his nerves clearly getting the best of him.

“You look nervous,” she teased, her voice a playful purr that sent a shiver down his spine. Her breath was warm against his ear as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “There’s no need to be scared. We’re just here to have a good time.”

The scribe swallowed hard, his face flushing a deep red as he fumbled clumsily with his trousers. His hands were shaking so much that Korra had to step in and help, slipping down to squat between his knees, her fingers working quickly to undo his belt and tug down his pants. When she finally pulled down his undergarments, revealing his soft, tiny penis, Korra couldn’t help but giggle, her eyes lighting up with genuine amusement.

“Oh wow, look at this!” she exclaimed, her tone more delighted than mocking. “It’s so cute!”

The scribe’s face burned with embarrassment, but Korra was already too focused on making the best of the situation. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of his flaccid cock before running her tongue along its length. The scribe let out a stuttering gasp, his entire body trembling as she lavished attention on his undersized member. She gripped the base with her hand and wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking him fully into her mouth and teasing his tiny balls with her tongue.

Korra, ever the optimist, tried everything she could think of to coax some life into the poor man’s cock. She licked and sucked, her lips wrapping around him with gentle care, trying to make up for the lack of size with enthusiasm. But no matter how much she teased and played, his cock remained stubbornly soft and tiny, barely twitching in response to her ministrations.

Determined not to let it get her down, Korra decided to bring her big breasts into the action. She leaned back slightly, trying to maneuver his small cock between her generous mounds, but quickly realized it wasn’t going to work. The scribe’s ropey three inches were simply too small to be properly tit-fucked, slipping awkwardly out of place whenever she tried to press him between her breasts.

Not one to give up easily, Korra tried rubbing his worm-like appendage against her stiff nipples instead, laughing softly as she attempted to make the most of the situation. “You know, I’ve never tried this before,” she joked, looking up at the scribe with a mischievous grin. “You’re getting the full Korra experience!”

But despite her best efforts, it was clear the scribe was overwhelmed and unable to rise to the occasion. His face was a mix of mortification and frustration, and he looked like he wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock and disappear.

That’s when Bran decided enough was enough.

With a gruff, dismissive snort, he kicked the scribe out of the truck, sending him stumbling out onto the street, pants still half-down and glasses askew. Korra watched him go with a mix of pity and resignation, “Dammit. How am I supposed to connect to my sexuality if I can’t even make a guy like that hard?” She sighed, rubbing her temples in frustration, “Aang could make the driest of cunts gush with just his size alone, yet I’m…” before turning her attention back to Bran.

Bran beckoned her over with a crooked grin. “Come here, Avatar,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill down Korra’s spine. “I think you’ve earned a break after all that effort.”

Korra slid across the couch to join him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she settled beside him. Bran’s massive cock, already semi-erect, lay heavily against his thigh, a stark contrast to the scribe’s pitiful member. Korra couldn’t help but let out a soft, appreciative gasp as she reached out to stroke it, her fingers barely able to wrap around its girth.

Bran leaned back, enjoying the sensation as Korra began to explore him, her hands moving slowly up and down his thick shaft. The weight of him, the sheer size and power, was exhilarating after her disappointing encounter with the scribe. This was what she needed—something real, something that could take her mind off everything else.

“I guess I can’t be that bad at this if I can make you hard. Look at this beast,” Korra murmured, her voice full of awe as she stroked him, feeling the heat and pulse of his cock beneath her fingers. She couldn’t help but compare it to the tiny, limp member she’d just been dealing with, and a laugh bubbled up from her chest.

Bran smirked, his eyes dark with pleasure as he watched her play. “Much better, isn’t it?” he teased.

Korra nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him grow harder in her grip. She leaned over, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she savored the taste of him. The difference was night and day—where the scribe had been a struggle, Bran was a pleasure, his cock filling her mouth in a way that left her feeling giddy and powerful.

As she continued to work him, Bran’s hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her movements with a gentle but firm touch. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down her spine. “You deserve this, Korra. Relax, enjoy yourself.”

Korra hummed in response, the vibrations from her throat adding to the sensation as she took him deeper. This was what she needed—a chance to lose herself in the moment, to forget about her worries and just focus on the pleasure she was giving and receiving. With Bran’s thick cock in her mouth, she felt more in control, more confident than she had in days.

Back and forth she ground her throat against his girth. The peace she felt centered her. There had been a moment among the Amon attack that had scared her more than she cared to admit. An idea that she’d never get to see Bran again if they kidnapped her, or killed her. Trauma isn’t something easily forgotten, but feeling that shaft hit the back of her throat at least tempered her anxieties, for now.

After a while, Bran gently pulled her off, his cock glistening with her saliva.

“See if we can find your next customer.”, he said with a smirk, banging on the wall that separated them from the driver's compartment.

Korra grinned at him, her lips distended around her efforts, and nodded eagerly. The idea of picking out their next participant excited her, the thrill of the unknown making her heart race. She felt alive again, her earlier frustrations melting away.

Soon enough she was beside him and still topless, her large, firm breasts bouncing slightly as the truck rumbled over a pothole, their roundness and the deep, dusky hue of her nipples on full display. It wasn’t long before they spotted their next target: a young man with a top-knot, clearly of Fire Nation descent, jogging down the sidewalk. His lean, muscular build and the fluidity of his movements marked him as a martial artist of some kind, perhaps a bender, though Korra couldn’t be sure.

Korra was quick to seize the opportunity, hanging out the back of the truck, tits swinging joyfully “Hey there!” she called out, her voice bright and cheerful as she waved him over. “Wanna join us for a little fun?”

The young man skidded to a stop when he caught sight of Korra, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. It wasn’t every day that someone like him had the chance to meet the Avatar, let alone in such a casual and unexpected situation…

He jogged over to them, his breath coming fast, not just from his run but from the thrill of the encounter. As Korra led him into the back of the truck, his eyes darted between her and Bran, a mixture of awe and nervousness written all over his face.

"Wow... you're actually the Avatar! I-I'm so honored! I can't believe it," he stammered, his cheeks flushing. "I mean, I've heard about you on the radio and all... Your boobs are as amazing as I imagined they'd be!”

Korra smiled at his comment, laughing softly. "Thank you," she said playfully. "So, what's your name?”

The young man blinked as if he'd forgotten to introduce himself, still distracted by Korra's generous assets. "Oh! Right. My name's Rijunn. Nice to meet you!" He turned to Bran and bowed respectfully. "And you too, sir."

Bran nodded, but there was a trace of amusement in his expression that made it clear he was not used to being deferred to so deferentially. “You treat her right, ya hear me Rijunn? Dunno when we’ll be able to sneak her away from that airheaded geezer to do another bang tour.”

Once inside, Korra wasted no time. She moved with the same playful energy that had marked her earlier interactions, eager to see what this new partner had to offer. She quickly helped him out of his clothes, her hands deftly undoing his belt and tugging down his pants. As his undergarments followed, Korra couldn’t help but grin when she saw his cock—already half-hard and sticking up, though small compared to what she was used to.

It didn’t matter to Korra. After all, her first experience had been with Bran’s enormous cock, an experience so intense it had pushed her into the Avatar State. That had set a high standard, but Korra was all about the experience, the fun of it all, not just the size.

She began slurping up his sweaty balls with glee. A runner like him had good legs and build, and his taste was a nice level of sour as he’d been caught mid-exercise. Watching as the simplest of licks along his wrinkled sack made him grow.

The young man’s cock, even at its small size, was already responding eagerly to Korra’s attention. With his legs spread wide, she took his entire package—cock and balls—in her hand, gently rubbing and caressing them. “Oooh! He’s getting so hard so easy!” she cooed, her tone a mix of genuine excitement and playful teasing.

The young man blushed furiously, his breath hitching as Korra leaned in, making a big production of hanging her tongue out before giving his cock a long, slow lick from base to tip. His knees nearly buckled at the sensation, and Korra giggled as she felt him twitch in her hand.

“I wonder if Aang felt like this… going through the world, finding new and interesting genitals…” She wondered aloud, “With dicks like this, I’ll definitely be able to connect with him again! With the Avatar State under control, I can take on Amon and not have to join Tarrlok’s stupid task ****…”

Without hesitation, Korra took him fully into her mouth, bobbing her head enthusiastically as her cheeks went concave with the suction. The young man moaned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to keep his composure. Her soft lips and wet tongue had him gasping with pleasure.

Korra swallowed his cock and took him deep into her throat, much to Rijunn's amazement and delight. The way she sucked him eagerly and sloppily had him bucking into her face almost instantly. His eyes rolled back as she worked him over with skilled precision, his cock sliding easily between her slick lips and into the depths of her wet mouth.

"Ahhhh! Holy shit! Yes!!!" Rijunn moaned as he pumped his hips against Korra's face, his head thrown back in ecstasy as she sucked him with gusto. The Avatar clearly knew what she was doing and was enjoying every second of it. Her body shook with pleasure as she swallowed his cock and balls with ease, taking him deeper than he could have imagined possible.

“Are you a grower?” Korra asked, pulling back just enough to look up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She couldn’t help but compare the size to Bran’s, and even though Rijunn was WAY smaller, she was determined to make the most of it. She glanced over at Bran, moaning as she continued her work, clearly communicating with her eyes that she’d rather be sucking his enormous cock.

“You just said you wanted to suck new cocks, girlie.” He pointed out with a smirk.

“Aang had Katara. The one groin he fucked more than any other…”

His frown only grew from how many times he’d had to repeat himself over the last month, “I ain’t your Katara, kid. Why don’t you try and find someone on the bang tour you actually love n shit? Or at least makes ya go white eyed again.” He tried to argue, though a waggle of her butt towards him just made him break out a smile. He couldn’t stay mad at that slit. Bran chuckled from his spot on the couch, watching with a lazy grin. “He’s growing, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Korra murmured around the young man’s cock, feeling it swell in her mouth as he responded to her skilled attention. The once-small member had now achieved a decent five inches.

When Rijunn couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock fully erect and twitching with need, Korra was ready. She pulled him over to the wall of the trundling truck as she slipped out of her loose shorts and panties, guiding him into position as she thrust out her round, brown ass, her back arching as she braced herself against the wall.

With one hand, she reached between her legs, spreading her folds for him as she arched her back and thrust her hips back invitingly. He moved into position behind her, eagerly sliding his cock along her wet slit as he let out a soft moan. She pressed back against him, pushing the head of his cock inside her eager passage.

While there had been a normality in place that prevented anything but a ‘loved’ cock inserting into a ‘smitten’ pussy, Bran had decided to add a new rule to alter that deal a bit. Now, normally anyone could fuck a smitten pussy, as long as they paid for their experience afterward. That way Bran could start making whores everywhere, destigmatizing their place in society, while also not having to care about the cavalcade of women he’d accidentally made unfuckable to other men. His cousin Tori had already milked nearly every yuan out of her waterbender boyfriend.

But it also made it that the Avatar could finally fuck the populace again without having to worry.

Korra let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he filled her, her body rocking with each rapid thrust he made.

His hips were fast, as expected from the athletic lad, and he kept his footing well even as the truck turned a corner. Fiery passions of the bender’s virginity coming forth in his utter revelry of Korra’s cunt. Rijunn couldn’t believe his day had turned around so hard after his automobile had been towed this morning. Who could care about that while fucking the Avatar?

“Fuck me! Yes! Ooooooh yea!” Korra moaned, her voice full of raw, unrestrained passion. “Fuck my little Avatar pussy! Harder! Deeper!”

Her booty clapped back hard, a thick peach that had years of experience in battle. A rear that had only trained with the strongest sex haver in the whole of Republic City. Needless to say, Korra didn’t really know her own strength, and nearly winded the firebender with her demanding twerking.

Rijunn, spurred on by her words, did his best to comply, his hips slamming against her with increasing urgency. But despite his enthusiasm, it was clear he was struggling to keep up with Korra’s power and demands. She could feel him faltering, his rhythm growing erratic as he neared his limit.

When he pulled out to readjust and calm himself, Korra turned her head to look back at him, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Oooh. Come on, haven’t I been a good girl Avatar? Sucking you off and letting you fuck me… Stick that dick back in there!” she urged, rolling her butt cheeks provocatively at him.

Rijunn couldn't resist such a blatant invitation and thrust his cock deep into her juicy slit once again. His movements were frantic now as he slammed into her, his body trembling with barely contained desire. But Korra wasn’t done yet. She wanted more, needed more, and she wasn't about to let this young man finish without giving her what she craved.

Her voice rose in pitch, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Harder! Fuck me harder! That's it! Faster! Yes! Yes! Ooooooh!"

Korra arched her back even further, pressing her ass against Rijunn's hips as he thrust into her with increasing desperation. Her moans filled the compartment, echoing off the walls as she cried out in ecstasy.

Twitchy urges overcame his dick, and Rijunn’s animal instincts wanted to creampie her so bad.

But Bran could see the signs—this guy was on the brink of losing control, and there was no way Bran was going to let him finish inside Korra. Not in his Avatar pussy. “Outside! Use yer damn pot!” Bran growled, his voice a sharp command that cut through the air.

The guy fumbled in his pants, his face a mask of desperation as he scrambled to comply. He managed to pull out just in time, grabbing a small bottle from his discarded clothes and fitting it over the end of his cock as he began to spurt. His climax was quick and unceremonious, the bottle catching every drop of his semen as his body shook with release.

As he panted and puffed, an overwhelming urge overtook Rijunn. Reaching into his pants once more and retrieving his wallet, “I-is 20 silver pieces o-okay?”

Bran watched with a mixture of amusement and disdain as Rijunn finished paying Korra, clearly unimpressed with the performance. Once the guy was done, Bran wasted no time in kicking him out of the truck, depositing the bare-assed martial artist back on the street with a casual flick of his wrist. The young man’s clothes followed soon after, tossed out of the truck in a crumpled heap.