Dick Grayson was Nightwing. He was attractive, he had plenty of girlfriends, and he had no zero to be insecure. No reason at all. Especially today, where he sat on the lap of his big titty girlfriend, Starfire. He lay on her and in her arms on the couch while she stroked his flaccid cock.
Dick laughed. "I told you, Kory. Like, my balls are empty with a capital E."
"Aw. I suppose four loads isn't too bad."
"Too bad? Trust me, most guys can't do two."
Starfire giggled, boobs jiggling. Dick wore a goofy grin, under those gorgeous jiggly boobs. Starfire was nothing short of stunning, a vision of alien beauty that somehow seemed effortless. Her skin, a luminous gold kissed by starlight, shimmered faintly in the warm morning sun. She possessed the kind of curves that artists struggled to capture and poets struggled to describe: a full, proud bust; a narrow, graceful waist; and hips that flared with a soft, natural elegance.
"You know, you should start wearing a bra," Dick suddenly said while wearing that goofy grin.
"Why is that, Dick?"
"Actually, nevermind. I like it that way."
Kory blinked and looked over her breasts to smile down at her boyfriend. "If you say so."
Dick's gaze shifted to the table. He lay across the couch but the table was right beside them as was the laptop on it. He darted his leg over and flicked the laptop, placing it on his lap. It was like a circuit trick.
"Wanna watch something?"
"Yes! Porn!"
Dick blinked, a little taken aback. "Porn? I was thinking like a chick-flick…"
She giggled and pulled him so that his head rested in between her breasts. "Why not? It could be fun. Something to…inspire us."
The way she was looking at him—those deep, glowing eyes full of playful curiosity—made it impossible to say no. And being buried in her boobs? Okay, yeah, he wasn't going to argue. Not one bit. Dick got to typing.
He went on a live streaming website. This was just a personal preference, but he preferred the rawness of a livestream over the fakeness of editing. The most popular stream today was…
"Batgirls?"
On the thumbnail were two women dressed in Batgirl costumes. It was a cosplay porn stream. As a superhero, he had seen mock pornography of Nightwing and Robin. He tuned in quite often if he was frank. This one, however, immediately caught his attention.
"W-woah, one million people are watching this. I don't think I've ever seen these kinds of numbers on porn streaming."
"Oh," Starfire said loudly. "A million, wow! Truly, a great deal of people liked this! Let's just, Dick!"
Click. Dick did so and it might have the biggest mistake he ever did because right away, he saw—
Oh my god.
The biggest cock ever.
The stream was coming back, according to the comments, after a long ten hour marathon of fucking. The two Batgirls were dressed, one with long red hair and the other in a tighter-fitted full-cowl. The male actor stood between them, hands on their waists, and his face cut off.
All Dick could focus on was this dude's cock. Even flaccid, Dick was…fuck, he didn't want to say it. His smile faded.
"Oh my!" His girlfriend's smile only grew and she clapped her hands together. "That's the biggest dong I have ever seen!"
"Y-yeah, sheesh. He's hung like a horse." Dick pursed his lips because holy fuck.
"We are back," the male in the video declared, "and this will be the last of it. We appreciate the donations and compliments. It means the world to us."
Dick checked the comments. All of them were anonymous, no sign-up or subscription required, which meant thousands of thousands were going by the second.
> urrr the goat
> biggest dick evverr man. Keep plowing those sluts
> I wish i could have a turn with the redhead…love her asss
> imagine if these were the real batgirls lmaoo. Ill pretend they are, my cousin got sent to the hospital by one of them
> was he criminal?
> meth leader
> dealer?
> nah, man, LEADER. He ran a big ass operation
> dawg, im just here for hte porn
Speaking of, the porn was beginning anew. The humongous schlong began to grow, slowly at first, then rapidly until it was fully erect. Dick's lips parted. Starfire leaned forward, adjusting Dick a little on her lap. Dick had never, ever felt like a little boy up until the moment he saw that jaw-dropping erection.
Fourteen inches of thick, veiny flesh stood proudly between the two Batgirls, and Dick couldn't help but feel a pang of…something. Jealousy? Insecurity? He wasn't sure.
"Oh my goodness! It's far bigger than yours, Richard! It's bigger than any I've seen!" Man. Kory did NOT have to say it. "It's like comparing a child to an adult! Wow, just wow! I would very much like to meet this man."
"..."
His hands slipped down from their waists. It was a signal to the Batgirls, who squatted down in front of him. Both asses dropped and jutting out for the viewers to leer out. Dick's heart skipped a beat. The ass belonging to the redhead…
'It's familiar.'
When that redhead sank lower into the squat in order to adjust the worship the cock, her costume's leggings highlighted the firm, sculpted shape of her glutes — perfectly rounded, high, and tight, giving her a distinctly heart-shaped silhouette. It was the kind of strength that came from years of dedication, not just vanity, and it was, frankly, mesmerizing.
Ah, but besides the squat, this woman was slurping on his cock. Sharing it with the other Batgirl, who also reminded Dick of someone. He didn't know who though. All he knew was that these costumes were professionally made, way above the paygrade of an ordinary porno production.
Their tongues were at the tip and lashing out. They weren't teasing his tip as they would another cock, they were deeply worshipping it. Inserting the tongue into the cumhole to elicit a reaction. They got one. A hard, meaty throb that every male noticed.
The perspective suddenly changed. Now, it wasn't their asses they were looking it.
Now, the POV was of the man with the fourteen inch cock and the two Batgirls at the bellend. The redhead, as if sensing the change, decided to go in and swallow as much as she could.
"Holy fuck."
Over ten inches of cock. She took it, just like that, and seemed to hit her limit. Ten inches—three inches than Dick could provide and certainly twice as girthy too. Dick Grayson was a hung playboy that had nothing to be ashamed of. Unlike Bruce Wayne, he wasn't below average nor did he rely on pure skill. Dick had everything.
He just wasn't…this.
The camera gave a perspective of what it was like being this man, but the viewers could never actually be him. It was demoralizing. Nightwing, the hero who escaped Batman's shadow, felt like an insecure teenager.
"Her lips look so pretty wrapped around that cock," Starfire remarked, her tone both admiring and a little breathless.
Dick forced a chuckle, trying to play it cool. "Yep. Professionals, am I right? Haha. Hahaha…"
But his eyes were fixed on the screen, his stomach churning as he watched the redheaded Batgirl bob up and down the supersized cock. Her lips moved expertly and when she retreated to the tip, her tongue swirling around the crown. After that, it was back to bobbing. Back to looking up at the camera and asking, "Am I doing okay?"
This redhead was…cute. Desperate almost. Like…like she went through a break-up and wanted something out of it.
A lewd slurping noise accompanied the blowjob. The other Batgirl, the one in the full-cowl, she was sucking on his balls. Giving them meaty smacks and gripping them to get his attention. The camera gaze shifted to focus on the second Batgirl.
Nightwing's cock twitched. His balls were attempting to rival this man. They failed miserably. At his own expense, Dick forced a joke, "God damn, his balls are big."
One woman for the shaft and one woman for the balls.
"Have you ever done this before, Dick?"
"H-huh? What? Have two women? No way, I'm not that much of a sex fiend."
"Oh, that's a shame. I have."
"Right…wait, what—"
"Gonna cum…!"
The male voice in the video spoke up for the first time. It was deep and…also familiar. Definitely not as familiar as the body types of the Batgirls but familiar nonetheless. The Batgirls suddenly took his attention. Come on, there was no way, right?
Right?
Dick felt a knot tighten in his gut. The way the redhead moved, the shape of her body, the curve of her lips. He swallowed hard, his mind racing.
'No…it couldn't be….'
The male slammed himself down her throat. Dick could see the cock visibly bulging through her. Dick could hear the spurt, spurt, spurt! He was cumming inside her throat. Contrary to his expectations, he didn't shoot out twelve strings of cum and end it there. No, it felt and was more.
Maybe a hundred cumshots.
His balls were tight against her chin. He dumped every bit of his load, cock completely inside. The redhead's eyes were rolled back.
"Oh my god." That was Starfire. "That's so much! Amazing!"
She applauded him. Dick Grayson's own girlfriend applauded another man cumming until he was done and extracted that bigger, better cock. The redhead had her mouth open and her eyes still rolled back.
"Sshoooo much bigger than my exes," said the redhead, tongue wiping away all the cum. "C-can'shht believe I took it alllsh..."
Dick's heart was pounding now. He recognized the redhead's voice. That soft, confident tone. Those rolled back eyes.
Barbara.
His ex.
His first crush.
Getting slapped by a giant fourteen inch.
"You're getting delirious," the male actor commented. "I'll snap you out of it. Remember, this is the last round."
The camera changed and a sideways view of the man carrying the redhead and tossing her onto the bed on her back was shown. Following that, it was back to the Male POV. "As you can see…"
The man and the camera went over to her cunt. The costume was ripped at both holes. Her pussy in general was shown and frankly, there was not much to show other than a ruined, creampied hole. White goo pouring out like jello.
Dick's stomach dropped when he started slapping that huge cock between her legs. There was no mistaking it now. That was Barbara Gordon. His ex-girlfriend. Batgirl.
"Batgirl," the to-be-fucked woman in the video heaved out, "wants the biggest, fattest cock to fuck her."
"Good girl."
Slap, slap.
The woman who'd once told him he was the perfect size, that she'd never need anything bigger.
Her eyes rolled back. He buried eight inches, more than Dick could possibly give. Starfire leaned forward, interested.
Because then he buried the rest of his cock and Dick's heart sank.
"BATGIRL NEEDS BIG COCK!!!"
"Even…" Thrust, thrust. She orgasmed twice in a row while the actor pounded her cunt. "...though you're supposed to be patrolling?"
Was this roleplay?
"I! DON'T! CARE! COCKK! GIVE! ME! BIG! COCCK~! MAKE ME FORGEETT~! ABOUT! EVERYTHING! ELSE!"
Here she was, writhing beneath a man with a cock that dwarfed his own, moaning like she'd never moaned with him.
"BAT WHORE! I'M YOUR BAT WHOOREEE~!"
Starfire gasped. "Oh my gosh! He's good at everything!!"
He forced a smile, his jaw clenched. "Yeah. Amazing."
"So fast and consistent! Like a robot!"
"Mhm."
"From her moans, she's already orgasmed more than I ever have with you, Richard."
But his eyes were glued to the screen, his heart pounding in his chest as the man dragged his cock out. He was stopping and turning to face the second Batgirl.
Mask on, the Batgirl stroked his big dick and went for a tongue-twisting kiss.
'If that's really Barbara, then…then…'
Oh god, this was Cassandra.
"Condom or no?" Cassandra asked. Her stroking hand tempting to stop a creampie. Dick didn't understand until that big ass dick regained attention.
Guy to guy, it would be a waste to be tied down to just one woman.
"Sorry, but I think Batgirl needs some fun."
Dick hoped Cassandra would disagree.
"Agreed."
She didn't, and so, her boyfriend lined up his massive cock with Barbara's dripping, double-cum filled pussy. She spread her legs wide, her hips bucking as he pushed inside her.
"Fuck…! Yesss…oh God, yes…" she cried, her voice rising to a shriek as the man put in just the tip Just the tip and she sounded ten times more of a woman than she ever did with him.
Dick could feel his own cock twitch , a mixture of arousal and something darker—something he didn't want to acknowledge. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, from the way she was in costume, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the way her face contorted in pleasure.
"Amazing! He's only using half his size!"
"And he's still bigger than," Dick joked, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions—lust, jealousy, anger. He watched as Barbara's pussy clenched around the man's cock, her juices dripping down her thighs as she came with a scream that echoed through the room.
"NEVERRR~!! NEVER CUM SO HARD!!"
Dick felt sick. He'd never seen her like this. Never. She'd always been so…controlled. So reserved. But this? This was something else entirely. This was raw, unrestrained passion—something he'd never been able to give her.
Starfire leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear. "Such a glorious cock…"
Dick swallowed hard. "Right?"
But inside he was turning over the memory, wondering how his ex could have found pleasure in something so…vast. It wasn't rational, he knew that, but the image of Barbara's ecstatic shrieks echoed in his mind. And then there was Starfire, her gaze still locked on the screen, her glowing orange breasts heaving with a mixture of longing excitement.
Every praise stung more than he cared to admit.
Dick felt sweat beading on his brow and the tension coiling in his chest could only be cut with the sharpest blade—his insecurity, his pride, a creeping sense of inadequacy. His seven inches seemed laughable now, barely worth mentioning compared to the beast that had ravaged Barbara so completely.
Suddenly, they stopped. Suddenly, the camera was viewing her big, bubbly butt.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Batgirl's glorious ass.
Great bubble butt and grip. My goodness. My fucking goodness. Backshot after backshot. Moan after moan.
That dick is disappearing in that pussy. God damn.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
How do you handle watching your ex bounce on a dick thick and big? Sometimes you can….sometimes you can't. But what can you do? Your ex having the time on her life on dat big ass dick.
Just chill and enjoy the show.
With that thought, his dick sprung to life.
Chill and enjoy the show...
Maybe he didn't have the hottest alien girlfriend in the world, maybe. This was Nightwing. He closed the laptop, put it back on the table, and flipped over to slap his cock on his girl's bare pussy.
"Oh!" She went wide-eyed at the repeated slaps. His cock was hard, hot, and ready. "Are you in the mood now, love?"
Dick grinned and jerked himself to the peak of his size. Pre-cum dribbled out even. "Yep. Get ready, Kory, 'cuz I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
Starfire smiled. This was what she ultimately wanted from her boyfriend. She wanted to get dicked down. Dick grabbed her tits, knockers that were arguably the biggest next to Powergirl. Her eyes crossed as his fingers teased her nipples and then started licking, sucking, and teasing her left tit.
Secretly, her mind wandered back to the giant cock in the video. Dick Grayson's girlfriend wondered who the man was until she gasped and Dick shoved his cock deep, deep inside her, rendering her thoughts amoot.
Starfire's huge tits bounced as he started fucking and groping her. There was no doubt in Dick's mind that his girlfriend had best tits ever, Powergirl be damned.
***
Barbara Gordon had the best fucking ass ever. Screw tits. Those were Aaron's thoughts after ten hours of fucking dat ass.
Yep, after nearly ten hours of straight livestreaming with only a single break in-between, the legendary Batgirl was through it. She was getting fucked prone-bone, stomach flat, her ass up and getting clapped by one man and one man alone.
"Nggshhh~! Ghskksghk~!"
Heavy breaths through her nose was all the communication she could give. Barbara was no Cassandra or Lady Shiva, she didn't have the stamina to fuck for any longer than this.
But fuck.
Fists to the side of her and pressed into the mattress, half of his cock out as he paused momentarily. He bootycheeks jiggled, pink from the raw fucking. Batsuits were made advanced materials like technical grey tri-weave carbon fiber and triple-weaved kevlars. This was to maximize protection and agility.
In the ass area, depending on the Bat family member, it was either super elastic or decently protected. Batgirl wore a cape made of kevlar so her ass could flex and squat and do as she wanted. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to rip it apart, doing so would ruin the illusion of Batgirl. The pussy and anus. Both areas were ripped and leaking with his cum.
It was the perfect cosplay.
It was the perfect way to fuck Batgirl in the prone-bone position.
CLAP—!
"Come! Fucking! On!" He grunted with a smile. Especially in her official costume, it was just delightful to fuck. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! "Gonna cum again! Here it is!"
The best Batgirl booty, thick and juicy and perfect for spanking and fucking. Aaron had already nutted in her ten different times. There literally wasn't enough space in either of her holes for another hole. So, he slipped his cock out and jerked himself to completion, letting out spurts on her backside. Especially her ass.
Mostly her ass.
The black costume of the first Batgirl was ruined by his gooey white sperm.
Barbara, meanwhile, let out a whimper and passed out. Come on, anybody could tell she was on her last legs. Smiling softly, Aaron went over and kissed her on the temple. "Good girl."
"Mmm…"
Aaron's eyes flickered with yellow. He gave her sweet dreams.
"Have fun?"
Cassandra, his dutiful lover, was laying on her stomach, legs kicked up and smiling. Her mask pulled back, she gave a smile. She was ready to go. She had been eyeing his cock as it dragged to and fro, now settled on her mentor's cake. Aaron chuckled, reached forward, and pressed two fingers against her forehead.
Cassandra fell asleep.
'Sorry, Cass, but you need rest. I can see your muscles are strained from your training at the hot spring. Just relax. Just sleep. This is a vacation, after all.'
Aaron got off the bed. There was one last person to address: the cameraman AKA the greatest pornstar in Jamaica. His famous Jamaican cock fully erect, curved and dripping with pre-cum, Aaron walked up to him and completely dwarfed him. A flaccid BWC humiliating the best of the nation. Coursing down his balls were his baby batter.
Aaron was just casually Little Bro-ing him.
"Thanks for helping us stream all this. I appreciate it."
"Y-yeah." He looked at that soft white cock. Jesus. "Ahem, the stream was super successful. Probably the most successful I've seen."
"You mentioned one million peak viewers?"
"Went up to ten million at one point. The dudes really liked the costumes and the gals really liked…the cock." The pornstar handed Aaron back his phone. "Since it wasn't professionally made, it got people to ask if it was actually real or not, haha. Oh, err, by the way, there were a bunch of donations. I had to input my own card number so…"
"Don't worry about it. We don't need the money. Keep it. Think of it as your pay."
The Jamaican star was surprised by how nice he was. Well, to be fair, Aaron had been nothing but nice through the whole affair. Never forcing him to stay and asking if he wanted to leave or not. The star didn't because, well…
He got little bro-ed. Pure and simple. He shook his head, laughing and confused by his own logic, and extended an arm. "Welcome to Jamaica, my white brother."
They shook hands and the pornstar went on his way, taking his clothes on the way.
Aaron decided to take a shower. Too many fluids on him. Technically, he could just snap his finger, but as always, he preferred the human method. He was human at the end of the day.
***
Ten minutes later, Aaron turned off the shower. The hung white man walked out. This giant room and by extension the floor and the other rooms all belonged to him. He wasn't supposed to be expecting guests.
But he heard it. Someone other than the pornstar coming up. Not someone but a pair. Aaron's X-ray vision narrowed in on who and he relaxed.
'Ah, okay.'
Before the door could be knocked on or even touched, Aaron opened it up.
Who was it that was arriving? It was Jefferson Pierce, manager of this fine hotel, and his ex-wife, Lynn Stewart.
Jefferson Pierce had seen a lot in his years as Black Lightning — corrupt politicians, alien invasions, even magic wars — but nothing prepared him for the sheer cosmic betrayal he was witnessing now.
The same could be said for Lynn Stewart who adjusted the collar of her crisp white blazer before looking up. This was one of the properties Jefferson managed on the side and although they were divorced, they were still very close. No bad blood was between them. Therefore, Jefferson had no problem hiring her as a lawyer for the hotel. Expensive clients sometimes could be hard to deal with. It was Lynn's job to deal with the hard dealers.
She was an attractive black man that at first glance did not look to be in her middle-ages or have given birth to two wonderful children. But none of her usual lawyer or motherly composure prepared her for the sight that greeted her when the door swung open.
The nonchalant hung white dude.
All the colour evaporated from Jefferson's face.
All the confidence in Lynn was replaced by utter awe.
Black or not, most men could relate to this feeling. Seeing women excited and filled with curiosity the moment they see a bigger cock. It hurts knowing he could NEVER evoke that same emotion. Even if he married her, the woman would never forget that bigger cock.
Worst of all, it was from a white man.
So what did Jefferson do? He stormed in, slung his arm around Aaron's shoulder, and kicked the door close. The superhero suddenly started whispering to Aaron in a hush-hush tone that one might give to their big brother.
"Brother. Man. Broski." Jefferson took a deep breath. "Please, please. Pleeease don't fuck my ex-wife. We've been reconciling and we just started getting along. Like please."
Blink, blink. "I don't fuck every woman in sight."
"Yeah, but you got that Mr. Steal Yo Girl look to you."
'...do I?'
Then Jefferson gestured to his dick, lips pursed. "Your fucking dick hangs like a grandfather clock! Mine doesn't come close to doing that!"
"She's single," Aaron pointed out.
Jeff stiffened.
"There's tension, right?"
A slow, slow nod. "L-look, that's true but—"
"You're high school sweethearts?"
"Y-yeah."
"Have you fucked anyone other than her?"
"No way! I'm a one-lady type guy. Her divorcing me…" Jefferson sighed. "Worst day of my life."
He glanced at the closed door. "Okay, but more importantly, has she?"
"Been with someone else? No, don't think so. Too busy being a lawyer, I think. My daughters tend to tell me about that kind of thing."
"So she hasn't been with another guy, your divorce was the worst day of your life, and you've known each other since high school. Dude, that's the love of your life. Hit her up and plow her in bed already."
"She just saw your dick, man, I don't think she's gonna be into me. At least not for the next week of nights."
Aaron sighed. He pulled Jefferson's buddy-buddy arm away and opened the door. There she was, a black woman in a skirt, a hand on her hip and luscious hair. She looked him up and down.
"I…" Lynn began, lasering in on his cock, "...want you to destroy me."
Jefferson's back straightened. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Her eyes darted to Jefferson and it was like she heard their conversation. She didn't, Aaron could read her mind and tell as much, but she knew anyway. She was a sharp woman. "I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. But. Before I do, I want the best sex of my life. I want to marry him with no regrets."
Lynn took steps forward. She was no longer looking at his BWC but Aaron's eyes. They were locked.
"I've never had White Lightning," the ex-wife of Black Lightning said, "so show it."
Aaron turned to Jefferson. The black hero went rigid. His mouth opened slightly but no words came out. His expression was one of pure, horrified disbelief, like someone had hit pause on his brain.
"No."
"No?"
"If I fuck you, you will most certainly forget about your ex-husband."
"If a white cock breaks me," Lynn retorted, "then our love was never worth it in the first place."
"It wasn't worth it, hm?" Throb, throb. His cock was more than ready for another round. "Follow me then."
This room was occupied by Cassandra and Barbara. If he was going to plow another woman, he was going to do it elsewhere.
Guess what?
They followed. They listened to every thwap as he walked and his cock slapped against his thigh. They stood there at the door's entrance when Aaron turned to finally show his full fourteen inch erection, the black lawyer was stunned.
Drip, drip.
What an awesome beast.
The female lawyer's professional instincts tried to resurface, but they drowned somewhere in the mess of nakedness and secondhand embarrassment.
"H-holy Jesus," Lynn squeaked, voice about an octave higher than usual. "T-t-t-that's…that's the biggest cock I've ever…"
A new room. A new perspective. Lynn and Jefferson, side-by-side, looking at this massive BWC. They both knew the Justice League member stood no chance.
"You can't handle it. Trust me. Just turn around and go. How big is Jeff?"
With zero hesitation, the ex-wife replied, "S-six inches."
Jefferson pursed his lips. Not a bad number but compared to Aaron? Come on. The white stud was willing to be merciful, however. "Jefferson, what about you? This is your last chance."
"H-huh?" His eyes flicked up from the huge cock. "I…I…"
Lynn and Jefferson exchanged looks. They were divorced. Divorced. This broke no vows.
"If a big white cock breaks her," Jefferson said with a dry throat, "then our love was never worth it in the first place. You…don't want to marry me, right?"
"I do." Lynn's gaze softened and then darted to Aaron. "But…I don't want regrets. I want to live my life."
"Then…" Jefferson didn't what took over him. It wasn't insecurity or desperation, it was…acceptance. "Do it. Come back to me afterward."
A hand on his hip, erection bobbing up and down, Aaron gave a nod.
'You're not going to feel a thing when I'm done with you.'
…
…
…
PLAP—!
The new room was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the air practically vibrating with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Lynn Stewart lay beneath Aaron Reigner, her legs pinned high above her head in the unrelenting grip of his arms. Her back arched off the bed as his monstrous fourteen-inch cock pistoned into her, every thrust driving her closer to the edge of insanity.
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod—!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
There was something about middle-aged black women that Aaron enjoyed and they in turn loved about it. It was more than his cock size. Her moans were guttural, primal, each one echoing off the walls like a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
He was making her work—what, with her legs over her shoulders. He made her work and they loved working themselves to reach his high expectations.
"Come on, you can do it. Keep at it. How many orgasms are we what?"
"S-s-s-seventy threeee~!"
"As expected of a lawyer. You do well to keep track."
Aaron praised her, smiled down at her, and dicked her down like Black Lightning NEVER had. This was White Lightning, she realized. All that talk about not breaking?
Impossible.
After the first thrust, it was impossible not to deem this the superior cock. Not to become obsessed with it.
"Oh my God, Aaron! I can't—I can't take it!" Lynn gasped, writhing beneath him. Her nails clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to anchor her to reality. But there was no anchor, no escape. Her body was completely at the mercy of the godly man above her, his cock stretching her to limits she didn't know were possible.
"You can take it," Aaron said kindly. His biceps flexed as he held her legs in place, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bed creak. "You were made for this. You were made for me."
Lynn's eyes rolled back as another orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing violently. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as she screamed his name. "Aaron! Aaron, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she begged before breaking into a sob of pure ecstasy
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"White Lightniiing! White Lightniiing! White coccckk~! It's the best! The best!!!"
From the corner of the room, Jefferson Pierce—Black Lightning—hands to his mouth and sweating madly. Lynn said she wanted to experience something new and…he let her. So that he could propose to her afterward.
But this…
Fuck, had he made a mistake?
His ex-wife, the woman he had shared so much of his life with, was being utterly dominated by the white man he had agreed to let her experience. And he couldn't help but be impressed, jealous, and horny at the same time.
"Err, Aaron, how is she doing?" Jeff asked, his cock twitching in his pants. "When will you, ahh, be done?"
Aaron didn't stop, didn't even slow down. His cock slammed into Lynn's soaking pussy with a wet, obscene squelch, her body jolting with every thrust. "She's doing just fine," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Aren't you, baby?"
Lynn could barely form words, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain. Her lips parted, but all that came out was a choked moan. Her hands flew to Aaron's chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried to hold on. "I—I—oh God, it's so big!" she finally managed to gasp, her voice raw and breathless. "It's the biggest I've ever had! Jeff, it's—oh God—IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!"
"R-right…no regrets, right?"
Lynn didn't respond. She couldn't.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Aaron's cock was hitting places inside her that Jeff had never even come close to reaching. Her pussy clenched around him, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her. Her screams filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and desperation that made Jeff's heart race.
Aaron's thrusts became faster, more brutal. Jefferson clicked his tongue. "This fucker can go faster," he murmured.
Yep, he could.
"You're gonna come again, aren't you, Lynn? You're gonna come all over this cock, like the good little slut you are."
"Yes! Yes, I'm CUMMING!" Lynn wailed, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm exploded through her. Her pussy tightened around Aaron's cock, milking him with every pulse of her climax. Her legs shook violently, her toes curling as she screamed his name over and over again.
"How many are we at now?"
"EIGHTY-SEVEN!!"
Fuck. Fuck. Jefferson wanted to look away but his instincts made him peak. Eighty-seven? During their whole marriage, they fucked like rabbits and let's just say Jefferson hit barely half that number.
"Tell me who owns this pussy, Lynn!"
"You do!" she gasped out. "You do, Aaron! You own me!"
Jeff watched from the corner, sweating bullets. Lynn was in a state of pure bliss. It was everything she had wanted, everything she had needed. And Jeff couldn't deny that it was… impressive, as much as he wanted to yank the guy's balls and slam his own cock inside. He wanted to. He could. This man Aaron was a civilian, right?
But…
His wife.
This was his wife he was talking about.
He had never seen her like this and quite honestly he wanted to keep seeing it.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
At this point, his ex-wife was barely capable of speech. It was the most awkward kind of silence for the husband, to watch this hung stud absolutely plow your girl's shit.
"Damn, White Lightning really be different," Jeff joked out of depravity. "You're really giving it to her, man."
Aaron did not even look over. "Thanks. She's a hell of a woman. Takes it like a champ."
"Damn right she is," Jeff agreed, his eyes locked on Lynn's writhing form. "She deserves the best. After this, we'll—"
"CMSSHIIIING~!"
He was being ignored.
Lynn's moans grew louder, more desperate. "Pweeasse, Aaron! Pleasshh, I need itsshhk! I needsssh you to cmmshkk in meeee!"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Jefferson sprung forward. "C-cum inside? Lynn, you can't—!"
"It's the lady's decision, not yours," Aaron chided politely. He stopped, half his cock not inside, letting her breathe and speak. "So. You want it inside?"
"Yes! Yes, please! Fill me up!"
He didn't move yet Lynn screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her.
"W-wait, hold on, Lynn. A-Aaron, you too—!"
Too little, too late.
Aaron's hips stuttered, his cock pulsing inside her as he finally let go. His cum erupted into her pussy, hot and thick, filling her to the brim. He slammed into her, reaching her womb, and the ex-wife of Black Lightning felt every pulse, every spurt of White Lightning.
Aaron slumped over her. Lynn wanted to hug him as he came. It wasn't a matter of preference, it was what the woman wanted.
The black husband just…stood there, watching this man empty his balls inside his highschool sweetheart.
Aaron's cock was buried deep, deep inside her, his cum leaking out around her hole. Lynn's body was limp, her legs finally down on the mattress.
He pulled. Lynn tried to recover from the intensity of their encounter.
Except when cock flung out, he sprayed a huge load on her tits and face too.
It makes sense—she wasn't used to a proper facial. Not from her one and only love, Jefferson. Jefferson would need to go for months without cumming to maybe have the chance to dribble out a tenth of this.
Cum bubbled out of her pussy. More cum in that one creampie that the totality of her marriage with her black husband. A black pussy that once belonged to Black Lightning, now struck by White Lightning.
Legs shaking, Jefferson approaching his ruined ex-wife. His eyes roamed over Lynn's flushed, trembling ebony figure. "Y-you good, Lynn?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.
Lynn could barely muster the energy to respond. Her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, her pussy still thinking the BWC was inside. "I… I…" she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I've… never… oh God…"
Jefferson was speechless. His eyes went for the cock responsible. With the light shining on the glossy white schlong, oh yeah, he felt it. The aura. The dominance.
This white man fucked his wife like nobody else or ever would. "White Lightning. Jesus Christ…"
Lynn's eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off into a state of pure, blissful exhaustion. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for letting me have this, Jeff."
"H-huh?" Jefferson snapped over. "W-what was that? Lynn? Honey?" He tried to shake her awake but, well, she was way too deep.
Aaron was sitting on the bed, cock laid out and a knee raised. "You're welcome."
"W-wait, you think, uh…you think she'll marry me after this? W-was that…?"
Aaron gave a shrug. He read her mind, it was more of a heat of the moment thing. But if Jefferson believed in her, then why not.
"You're the goat, man!" Jefferson was excited. "Really! I mean, I tried everything, you know! Expensive hotels, e-even meeting Superman! Nothing got her to get back to me!"
Blink, blink.
"Although…" His eyes drifted to the mega cock. "...she might…fuck, she might ask for an open relationship, huh?"
You think?
Jefferson was pitching a tent while Aaron was semi-flaccid. Aaron still had the bigger cock. He put miles of cock in Black Lightning's ex-wife in a single hour.
"I'm going to get going," Aaron said, jumping off the bed. "I hope all the paperwork is okay?"
"Y-yeah, don't worry, I'll, uhh…" Jefferson glanced at his ex-wife's stuffed pussy. "I'll get it sorted."
Click. The door closed behind Aaron.
***
The Jamaican sun hung low and heavy over the beach, casting everything in a golden, lazy glow. The sand was warm beneath Aaron Reigner's feet as he strode along the shoreline, hands tucked loosely into the pockets of his swim shorts. His posture was as steady as ever — upright, composed, every step calm and deliberate, the way a man moves when he doesn't feel the need to prove anything to anyone.
And yet, everyone noticed him.
Clusters of women lounging under bright umbrellas turned their heads as he passed. Their conversations paused, sunglasses lowered, smiles curving wide and curious. A few whispered, a few laughed softly into their hands.
The local women especially seemed taken with him — tall, broad-shouldered, with the quiet, unreadable intensity that drew attention like a magnet. His stoicism only made it worse. Or better, depending on who you asked.
Aaron didn't acknowledge it. Not out of rudeness — it simply wasn't in him to react to being looked at. He kept walking toward a small beachside stand tucked beneath the shade of a few swaying palms. It was colorful and lively, with the rich scent of fresh fruit and coconut drifting through the air.
He stepped up to the counter. "Ice tea, cold, no ice."
The Jamaican at the mini-bar gave a nod. He was an older fellow. "Got it."
That was when he felt someone settle onto the stool next to him — graceful, easy, familiar.
"Well, well," came a purring voice. "Look who's stealing all the attention."
He turned slightly — and there she was.
Selina Kyle, smirking behind oversized sunglasses. Her bikini was sleek, black, and slutty. Stylish and flashy, cut just daring enough to hint at trouble. Her shades hid her eyes, but Aaron could feel her gaze raking over him, amused and appraising.
She sipped from a cold drink she must have snagged from somewhere, flashing a grin that said she absolutely knew the chaos Aaron was leaving in his wake — and she was here to enjoy every second of it.
"Selina. I didn't expect you in Jamaica of all places."
Selina just laughed softly, crossing her legs slowly and settling in like she had all the time in the world. "Love, I'm just here for the erections."
"You mean attention?"
"My friends always say Jamaica was a country of hung men."
"And your judgement?"
Selina laughed and put her drink down. "A joke. I only see one hung man and he's a white tourist from Gotham."
"I appreciate the comparison."
"I know you do." She licked her legs, hand cupping her cheek as she checked him out. "Is it just me or…oh, no, you definitely fucked right before this, didn't you? Who was the lucky gal? Cassandra? Barbara?"
"Lynn Stewart."
"Who?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Wellll…" She looped her arm around his and her boobs went right for it, rubbing up and down her bicep. "If you would be a gentleman, could you accompany me to the mall?"
"You want more jewellery?"
"No amount of jewellery and dresses in the world can satisfy me." She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Only dick can~"
She unwrapped her arms and pulled away. Selina finished her drink with a final, lazy sip, then slid off the stool in one smooth motion. The late afternoon sun caught the sleek black fabric of her bikini, which clung to her like a second skin. It was simple but devastatingly effective — a minimalist design that left little to the imagination while still managing to look effortlessly chic.
"I'll see you soon, Aaron~"
Aaron looked over his shoulder to look at her ass. As she walked away, her hips swayed with the kind of casual, predatory grace that could only belong to a woman who moved like a cat. Her butt was perfectly shaped — firm and high, with a rounded, heart-like curve that matched the rest of her athletic, sculpted figure. It wasn't exaggerated or cartoonish; it was natural, toned from years of rooftop chases and hand-to-hand fights, a blend of strength and femininity that turned more than a few heads as she made her way down the beach.
"My brother in Christ," the old man vendor said, eyes wide, "I've seen hot babes in my lifetime but that bitch takes the cake."
Aaron smiled a little. The two of them watched as a tall Jamaican local with an eight-pack approached Selina, only for her nails to slash his swim trunks and expose his dick. Objectively, it was a fine package, a couple inches larger than her old flame. Indeed, if Selina was with Bruce, Selina might have licked her lips and considered.
"Ha!"
But compared to Aaron, having a fine package was laughable. Suffice to say, she was disappointed and walked off. Meanwhile, the buff local panicked and tried to get the flap to fit back. He failed and everyone around him laughed. His incredible abs and cocks were not so incredible but this was the first anyone had indicated that.
Selina gave no fucks. As always, she strutted with that slutty figure and let no one touch her.
The old vendor blinked rapidly. "Lord, have mercy. She your girl?"
"Yep."
"On god?"
"Mhm." Aaron sipped on his drink.
The old man whistled. "Looks the type to empty your balls dry."
"She tries."
"Haha, plowing that ass properly, eh?"
No need to modest here. Aaron said it straight-up. "Oh, trust me, I am."
Selina casually tugged on another Jamaicans' swim trunks and giggled when she took a peek. Disappointment everywhere—except for one place. Glancing over her shoulder, shades lowered, she winked at Aaron Reigner.
Ever just see a woman so thick that you got to fantasizing? That was when reality hit.
Aaron stood up, put the empty drink down, and thanked the vendor before calmly going after her. There was no desperation, no call out, he just walked. The second the men noticed him following her tracks, reality crashed down on every man in the area. His cock had slightly pitched a tent in his swim trunks, half-erect and impossible to ignore.
"Fucking hell…"
"No way…"
The males could tell it was half-erect too because of the angle. The dude was hung like a horse. Hung like nobody else on the beach was.
All they could do was fantasize when the reality was that the white boy was beating it out of the park consistently. The white boy had this slutty girl locked down.
***
Being a tourist hub, everything was within walking distance. Bikinis and swim trunks were acceptable at the mall too.
It was fun being rich.
Selina Kyle sashayed through the bustling Jamaican mall, her hips swaying rhythmically to an internal beat that only she could hear. The sun's rays filtered through the large glass windows, dappling her bronzed skin with golden light. She wore a hot pink bikini that clung to her curves like a second skin, drawing gazes from every direction. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced back at Aaron Reigner, who did not struggle in the least.
"Too heavy for you, dear?" Selina teased.
"I'm fine."
She giggled, a sound that was both playful and seductive. "Aw, such a big boy. I appreciate it. We're almost done, don't worry."
His grey eyes twinkled with amusement. "Almost done? That's what you said an hour ago."
She pouted, turning on her heel to face him. "Fine. How about we head back to the hotel? We can relax by the pool, maybe grab some drinks. Maybe…get a couple pies."
"Cassandra is going to be walking up soon…"
Selina's eyes narrowed slightly, but she maintained her playful demeanor. "Cassandra can wait. Come on, it'll be fun."
Before he could respond, she closed the distance between them, her breath warm against his cheek. They were so close that their lips nearly touched, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a smirk, Selina reached down and deftly untied the drawstring of his swim trunks.
The gasp that erupted from the crowd was instantaneous and electrifying. Aaron's ten-inch flaccid cock flopped out, a sight that left everyone in shock. His balls, large and heavy, hung low too. A complete package that was beyond any normal man. The Jamaican men and women around them stared, their jaws dropping in disbelief. It was the biggest cock they had ever seen.
"Holy shit!" a woman muttered, unable to tear their eyes away. "That's what I call meat!"
"Damn, that boy's got some serious pipe," another woman added, filled with awe. "BWC ain't no joke."
The men were rather quiet in comparison to the woman.
Aaron sighed, his arms of course busy with the heavy shopping bags. He glanced at Selina, who was now openly giggling, clearly enjoying the spectacle they had created.
"You're welcome," Selina replied, batting her eyelashes innocently.
A few more murmurs circulated through the crowd. "That's a BWC if I've ever seen one."
"No local boy has got that kind of thing. Trust me."
Selina giggled. The biggest cock in the world belonged to her. The biggest cock in the world was now known to the Jamaican people. Selina was very proud of that. "Now that everyone knows who I'm dealing with, how about we take this show to my hotel?"
Selina turned and started walking, abandoning him. She winked and whispered, "And punish me?"
Oh yeah, he was definitely punishing her for this.
***
Selin's hotel was the same as Aaron's albeit on the ground floor. As expected of a women of her calibre, it was a single room luxury unit. Huge living rooms, giant bathrooms, the works. They didn't decide to stick to the living room. No, they went outside to the balcony. As they stepped onto the private balcony of Selina's suite, the scent of exotic flowers filled the air.
"Haah…!"
Selina stretched, arms high up. "I prefer the indoors of an apartment, you know. But that's only when I'm at my place. When I have my cats. Here, well…"
She turned and tip-toed over to Aaron Reigner, their lips meeting in a fierce, demanding kiss. Aaron's hands immediately found their way to her hips. Selina moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers trailing down his chest to wrap around his massive cock.
"Mmm…" Selina broke the kiss with a smirk. "Here, I can go wild. I'm anonymous."
"Says the woman whose identity is wiped out from every database in the world."
"Touché." She smiled, shoving her hand inside his swim trunks and her eyebrow rising as she remembered how hung her lover was. "How about we give them a show they won't ever forget, hm?"
"If that's the case, then…"
Aaron smirked.
"How about we show the world then?"
"The world?"
From behind his back, Aaron brought out his phone.
"A livestream."
Selina blinked twice and met his eyes with complete excitement.
"Count me in~!"
***
[ TARGET CAT LOCATED ON THE INTERNET ]
Batman was the most prepared in the world. Not because he hated everyone, no. It was because he loved too much. He loved Selina so much that, just in case, he had the BatComputer constantly scouring the internet for her facial ID. When it found her, assuming it wasn't an Instagram post or a gossip magazine, it deleted.
But what the BatComptuer found was unorthodox. It was…a livestream.
"Hello everyone! I'm your little slut for today, Catwoman!"
The Batman was immediately taken aback. Little slut? The livestream had barely been up for five minutes according to the timestamp and the chat was already on fire. Ten thousand viewers for what was titled "Catwoman's Favourite Cock".
At first, he thought this was one of those cosplay streams. But no, the BatComputer identified that this was the real Selina Kyle. She was intentionally showing her face to the world. He sat there in his chair, cowl off, fist to his cheek. "Just what are you up to, Selina…" Bruce murmured.
The location was simple enough to find: Jamaica. Which, he could confirm, she was there willingly. By coincidence, a certain other couple was there too.
"Coincidence, hrm."
His head throbbed.
It was a coincidence, his brain ordered. It was.
Selina Kyle — a.k.a. Catwoman — leaned toward the camera, standing in the center of her luxurious unit, hands braced on her knees, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. Her cosplay was technically her usual catsuit, but with one major difference: the zipper was pulled halfway down, showing off a generous amount of her cleavage. No flashy bra. She was going commando like she often would during her chases with him.
"Oh my, ten thousand viewers already," Selina purred, batting her lashes dramatically. "Thank you for joining, my lovely little kittens."
The chat exploded:
> [User293]: QUEEN
> [BatFan87]: omg marry me
> [GothamThirstTrap]: z i p p e r
Selina straightened up a little, still smirking, and tilted her head at the camera like she was about to share a juicy secret.
"Now," Selina said, voice dripping fake sadness, "I know a lot of you expected Batman to show up in this little roleplay stream." She gave a theatrical sigh, shaking her head. "But," she whispered conspiratorially, "he's just not... enough."
Another dramatic sigh. Selina clutched her chest like she was devastated.
"Tiny," she said, holding her fingers dangerously close together for emphasis. "Tiny, my loves. I mean, bless his heart, he tries — all broody and serious — but, well..." She shrugged, feigning deep disappointment. "A tiny cock isn't enough for Catwoman, you see~"
Bruce's fist clenched tighter. He stared at the screen. In the background was Katana and she kept walking without a word.
Selina, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. She spun in a slow circle for the camera, hips swaying, the catsuit clinging like a second skin. God, her body was amazing. Sometimes, Bruce wanted to hit himself. How did he fumble her? Why in the world did he stop himself from dicking her down on the daily?
"So," Catwoman continued brightly, "since Bats couldn't satisfy me, I had to find... a real man."
The chat absolutely melted down:
> [RipBatman]: 💀💀💀💀💀
> [Selina4Prez]: YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO END HIM LIKE THAT
> [HotStud93]: IM AVAILABLE
Grinning ear to ear, Selina blew an exaggerated kiss to the camera, the red lipstick print practically sparkling in the frame.
With a flourish, she turned and waved someone into view.
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the biggest cock in the world."
Bruce's breath hitched as the camera panned to reveal a man—his face obscured—standing tall and…holy fuck. The World's Greatest Detective instantly crunched the numbers.
"Fourteen inches…"
A fourteen-inch white cock fully erect, thick and veined, glistening with pre-cum. Bruce's eyes widened, his jaw tightening as he stared at the sheer size of it. Fourteen inches. The number echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to his own modest length. Surprisingly, however, it wasn't, well, black. The stream took place in Jamaica yet she was still with a white man.
A coincidence—?
Selina's voice pulled him back to the feed. "This," she said, standing right next to him, boobs jiggling, "is what a real man feels like."
Side-to-side. Soon, maybe even face-to-face. Bruce had never been this intimidated by another man before and he had faced Darkseid.
His ex-fiancée looked down on the monster cock, giggling dramatically. She was just showing this cock to the world, nothing more, nothing less. Simply telling everyone this was the biggest cock in the world. It was. It most certainly was.
Bruce's own cock twitched. Every male had the instinct to try and compete. Every time, they failed.
Who was recording this, Bruce wondered. The camera moved as if it was being telepathically controlled. It focused on Selina's tits and then zoomed out to show her walking backwards and falling onto the bed.
Ziiip!
The zipper on her pussy went down.
Catwoman spread her legs wide, her fingers teasing her slick entrance. "Watch closely, because you're about to see something spectacular."
A male POV scene.
Bruce once again was reminded of the gap between himself and this man. A long time ago, Bruce Wayne had this same view. Bruce Wayne had stepped forward and aligned his dick to her pussy.
But this man…
Slap!
His massive cock slapped onto Selina's dripping slit, reaching past her navel with ease. The tip flared, terrifying and triple Bruce's thickness. The camera zoomed in, capturing the moment that monster of a cock pressed against her entrance, the tip spreading her open with a force that made Bruce's own balls tense. Selina's breath hitched, her lips parting in a gasp as the man began to push inside, inch by agonizing inch.
"Oh fuck," Selina moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. "Oh fuuuck, everyone! D-don't you see!?"
Four inches. He had already put in more than four inches a-and…
"Fuck, there's still so much left," Bruce muttered, transfixed. "Just…no way. Selina, you can't."
Oh, she did.
She was smiling. Catwoman was absolutely elastic about the world's biggest cock going inside her. She arched. She opened her lips. She rolled her eyes.
Half of it was theatrics for the livestream. The other half was genuine.
"Oh god, I missed this~!"
Oh god, this wasn't her first time taking this. No, judging by her microexpressions, she had taken this dick hundreds of times.
'Maybe more than she ever did with me—'
"It's… it's huge. You're splitting me open!" Her hands gripped the sheets, her body arching as he bottomed out inside her, his entire length buried deep. Bruce couldn't look away, his pulse quickening as he watched the man pull out slowly, only to slam back in with a force that made Selina cry out, her boobs shuddering with pleasure.
Another slow, excruciating pull-out. Eight inches, precisely double that of Bruce.
Slam!
"Oh goddd~! I'm cumiiiiing~!"
Bruce's knuckles whitened as he watched the man's hips snap forward, driving his cock into Selina. He counted every single inch. He counted it all. Her hot screams filled the Batcave. The type of screams that made a man to keep fucking.
This was a POV stream. On the giant screen of the BatComputer, it was…it was too humiliating.
"Thiiis coock!" The BatComputer unhelpfully informed him she was orgasming. Again. Oh, and again. Three with one schliick of his cock. Un-fucking-fair. "Oh God, this cock is RUINING me!!"
It was. It really was.
Bruce's chest tightened. Catwoman—his Catwoman—was being fucked like a slut by a cock that annihilated everything he had ever done to her. Every creampie, every rooftop sex escapade, all of it. And she was loving it. Her moans grew louder, her words turning to incoherent cries as the world' s biggest cock hammered into her.
The camera followed every movement, capturing the way Selina's breasts bounced with each thrust, her pussy clamping down around Aaron's cock as she came again and again.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stopppp! This cock is SO much better than Batman's! SO much better~! I just can't—nggh~!! I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HOW FUCKING GOOD IT ISSSS~!!"
Bruce's cock twitched in his Batsuit, a cruel reminder of his own limitations. Four inches. That's all he had. And here was Selina, taking fourteen like it was nothing, her body trembling with the kind of pleasure he could never give her. His jaw tightened, his eyes locked on the screen as Aaron pulled out abruptly. All that cock—and thwap! It was slapped on her stomach, showing just deep it went. She let out a whimper of protest, but it quickly turned into a giggle.
"Mm, so much cock~!" Giggling maniacally, she grabbed his cock with her leather gloves and gave nice, deep strokes. "Haah~! You see here, dear viewers? From here…" Her finger tapped at the tip and went lower. "To here? That's how big Batman was. Barely bigger than the crown of this cock."
Four inches. Four inches was this star's glans alone.
"So, boys and girls and bats around the world." Catwoman smiled and it sent a throb down to his balls. This smile…it was the kind that Selina gave when she wanted to know—
"Where should I let him? How should I let him cum? You decide."
On instinct, Batman typed his own comment.
"Oh, but remember," Selina winked at the camera, "only subscribers can comment~"
Subscribers!? He had to pay to comment!? Was that why there were usernames!?
Tch.
"BatComputer, input my credit card information. Now."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck...! He couldn't believe it! He was actually spending money on this! Ten whole dollars just to tell Selina through a computer screen that…that he didn't want her doing this.
> [TheRealBatman]: outside.
He couldn't look away. He couldn't…not do something.
He was ignored because everyone else wanted her to get fucked doggy-style. There were thousands of them and Batman's comment was forgotten in the swarm.
"Doggy-style it is!"
Catwoman was bent over on the bed. Catwoman showed her nice booty, letting her own fingers grab and stretch the leather and the ass within.
The male star nudged his cock against her cunt.
What else could Bruce do but slip off his Batsuit's underpants, grit his teeth, and jerk off his cock.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oh yes! Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! This cockkk! This is the COCK~!" Selina was not being theatrical anymore. She was honest. This position and these lewd noises, these were all caused by the hung male she was with being in his element.
He POUNDED Selina's pussy like nobody else had. Like Batman NEVER had.
He slammed into her, his cock hitting depths Bruce could only imagine. Selina's screams echoed through the Batcave. "Cockcockcock—! This big, fat cockkkk is fucking me uupppp! I can't belive I EVER fucked Batman! T-t-this thiiing~! Gah~! Ngghh~! I'm not lying! I'm not!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"This cock is just SO much better!!!"
Bruce jerked himself off in sharp motions, his balls already tense as he watched Selina's pussy stretch around the girthiest cock he had ever fucking seen, her juices dripping down her thighs. She was his ex-fiancée, and yet, here she was, being fucked better than he ever could. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through him, mingling with the bitter sting of jealousy, and squeezing out a drop of pre-cum.
"Dammit, dammit…!"
Selina's moans and whimpers and clap-backs were music. She orgasmed again and again, her pussy clamping down around him.
Bruce just couldn't stop jerking it either. He couldn't help it. Selina was sexy as hell, and watching her take that massive cock was doing things to him he didn't want to admit. He watched, transfixed, as the white man in the video grew more savage, his cock slamming into Selina with a force that made her scream.
From the moment he saw Catwoman on those rooftops so many years ago, he wanted to fuck her.
Today, after being engaged to her and fucking her for god knows all long, he understood that he fumbled her.
Batman fumbled Catwoman and lost her to some white prick in Jamaica.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
…
…
…
Getting fucked doggy-style and consequently creampied was very, very expected. But to give a sexy blowjob right after?
"Mmmmm…!"
To purposely tug on your zipper, never quite pulling it down in order to tease the viewer? Fuck. Bruce always knew she had it in her to be a professional pornstar. Bruce, however, had only one question: How was he lasting so long?
For him, whenever Selina blew him, he barely got four strokes in before his balls churned and he had to try and stop his premature ejaculationwith his godlike discipline. At first, he could manage it but after a while, he busted. Every single time. He busted prematurely. Completely embarrassed the legendary Batman. Catwoman had to have possessed obscene amounts of talent to turn Batman into a quickshot. All that experience and he turned into a clumsy amateur when it comes to Selina.
"Haa…"
The cock left her lips and was suddenly sizing up to her head. Slapping it a couple times to show that it was indeed the man in control. He was so girthy that he blocked her whole face. Selina pushed so that it would cover only one eye, letting the camera see her little smirk, her tongue went from top to bottom.
The camera showed as her tongue rolled around the outside of his nutsack. Fucking hell, even his nutsack was bigger than Bruce's dick. Hell, it was bigger than his dick and balls combined! It wasn't fair!
Selina purposely rose to the tip and gave a snakey lick. The type that was purely for the camera. Purely for the theatrics.
Purely for the pathetic men jerking off to this livestream.
Batman was sure he jerked off the hardest.
Her lips parted and she took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail—the way her lips stretched around the girth, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, the way her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
Oh my god. The loverboy billionaire in Bruce responded: Selina was trying to earn herself a shopping spree at bath and body works doing all that. All that saliva, that cute smile…
Fuck. If only it was him…!
Selina's green eyes opened, locking onto the camera as she pushed herself further down, her throat muscles working to accommodate the monster in her mouth. She didn't stop. No gag reflex
Bruce's breath hitched, his body betraying him as he felt a heat rising in his balls. He couldn't look away. Damn her.
Selina pulled back, her lips leaving the cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her to it. She smirked at the camera, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Not bad for the first round, huh?"
The man chuckled, his hand reaching out to grip her hair. "Let's see if you can handle the real challenge."
That voice…it was familiar. Perhaps if the World's Greatest Detective was not the woman starring in the video, he might have identified who ti was.
Selina's eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded, her hands resting on the man's thighs for support. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue flattening against the underside of the cock as she took it back in, deeper this time. Her throat bulged and she went down! Her nose pressed against the man's abdomen.
She did it. Catwoman took it all down.
But…
Why did it feel like she could done from the start and only did all this for theatrics sake? Why? Just why did Bruce think she was comfortable with the biggest cock in the world?
Catwoman bobbed up and down, up and down, those green eyes glowing. Those green eyes staring into his soul. He could hear the wet sounds of her mouth working, the muffled moans, the guttural groans from the man. This is insane, he thought, but he couldn't deny the heat pooling in his balls.
This whole time, Bruce had been jerking himself off. He had been edging himself so that he wouldn't cum. He…the Batman had dignity. He wouldn't cum to his ex-fiancée's porn livestream.
Yet as it was going…
"Mwah!"
She went back to kiss the crown of the cock, leaned down once more, her lips wrapping around the cock, and this time, she didn't stop. Inch by inch, she pushed herself down, her throat muscles contracting and relaxing as she worked to take the entire length. The camera caught every detail—the way her eyes watered, the way her hands gripped the man's thighs for support, the way her body trembled with effort.
"Fuck, Selina…!"
The male voice again.
"Cumming!"
He pumped his load down her throat.
Except Bruce didn't care about the voice but the cock. Only the cock and the cum that was drowning down her throat. His eyes were wide wide from watching her throat bulge and swallow the fourteen inch cock. Not only had it disappeared completely into her mouth but he was emptying his balls down that passageway too.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
'She's actually doing it,' he thought, his mind racing. 'She's really—'
She didn't waste a drop. Catwoman pulled back, her lips leaving the cock with a wet gasp, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked directly into the camera, her eyes smoldering with a mix of pride and challenge. "Told you I'm the best," she teased. "Aren't I, darlings?"
Darlings—the viewers.
Bruce leaned back in his chair, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, his mind a whirlwind of emotions—anger, jealousy, arousal. This male POV was just—
Bruce squeezed his cock when the hung stud suddenly started moving. The camera followed him. He folded Selina up like a lawn chair on the bed, legs on her shoulders, and—
"More?" the big dick male asked.
Holy fuck. Every damn time, seeing that cock press against her stomach was just…
"Like I said," Catwoman said with that classic smirk, "I've been training. More is better. Bigger is better~"
Thrust!
He went fully inside with that one thrust. More than that, they were already back to fucking. Already back to pistoning fourteen fucking inches in and out like it was nothing. Like the Great Batman simply couldn't. Like...like knowing Batman couldn't.
Catwoman relished it, eyes rolled back and crying out, "I can't get enough of you!! Fuck, fuuuck! THIS COCK DRIVES ME CRAZY! THIS COCKKK~! I'M SOOO LUCKY! I LOVE THIS! I LOVE THIS COCKKKK~!"
Not many women could spread their legs for a cock like that! Folded up the way she was, that was ALL dick up in her guts.
And considering it was Catwoman, a man had no choice but to go crazy.
Seeing her expressions so clearly, seeing her flexible legs uptop, seeing her moan and whimper and orgasm more times than he could keep up…
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Bruce decided, "To hell with discipline," and came all over his computer keyboard.
…
…
…
Five hours of raw fucking. Five hours of masturbating to his ex's sextape.
"Tch."
[ BAT SIGNAL DETECTED ]
[ ACTIVATOR: COMMISSIONER JIM GORDON ]
The BatComputer finally fired him a warning on the Bat Signal. Bruce Wayne's cock and balls were shrivelled up, empty from over ten climaxes.
And Selina?
"—YOU MAKE ME LOSE CONTROL! YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A SLUT! A WHORE! BECAUSE ALL I WANT RIGHT NOW IS YOUR BIG, FAT COCCCK—!"
And the guy?
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He was fucking her while standing, balls bouncing and slapping against her ass. One might think he would stop considering Selina still had her costume on. The theme of cosplay sex never stopped. The theme of utter male domination did not either. Bruce had no idea what this dude's balls were made of but they were worth every bit.
He crammed in twelve creampies in Selina's pussy already—
Pump, pump, pump.
Ah, there was the twelfth. The camera angle darted over to show it, how his balls tightened, how he kneaded Catwoman's ass like dough, and how his cock pumped her silly until a pool of cum formed under his feet.
Bruce got up, dick out, and walked over to pick out a new suit. In the background, the erotic sex between Catwoman and the world's biggest cock did not stop. He stared at his own reflection, unable to care for the Batsuit that lay beyond it.
"...I need to find my own happiness."
Yet, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head. Something was wrong.
No. All was well.
Catwoman had found her own happiness. That meant he had to find his own happiness too. Someday. But not today.