"Not Batman! Not him! Not Batmaaan! Pleeeease baby!"
"Was it here? Or was it here?"
"Waitwaitwait—!"
Four and a half measly inches were all that Batman could offer. Aaron could give three times that. After so many hours, after so much rearranging, could Catwoman still remember his cock? Still remember four inches?
"Waaaaiiiiit—!"
Could she? In front of millions of viewers? In a stream that was themed "Cucking Batman"?
> It would probably take at least 4 of mine to make a single one of his, honestly probably more wow
> CATWOMAN OUT HERE CUCKING BATMAN LIVE!
> Batman's crying in the Batcave rn. His girl's getting fucked by the biggest cock ever
Her legs were folded back and on her own shoulder, held there by Aaron. She couldn't move even if she wanted to. All she could feel was that stroke rhythm. That cunt destroyer that ended her walls.
"God, your pussy feels so hot!"
The four inch mark. Batman's mark. Catwoman had been with Batman for two decades, maybe a little more, and it just didn't exist in her anymore. That part of her pussy that remembered her old flame, it was gone.
"I'm serious, I'm seriooous—!"
She wasn't, not really. To Catwoman, it was all about pride. Dignity. Looking sexy and sounding sexy but never going past the threshold of slut. She was Batman's girl. She was supposed to be dignified. But god, she failed and she failed spectacularly.
More of his cock pressed into her deepest parts. Not thrust, never thrusting, just letting her know that he was there to stay.
Streeetch!
When his cock throbbed, it thickened. It stretched the poor pussy out.
"I-I can't remember! I can't remember his tiny cock! I just caaaan't!"
There it was. The money shot. This cosplay stream was for the history books.
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…
"Oh, Batman, baby." Catwoman was full of mockery as sat there face to face with Aaron, her sleek black catsuit peeled down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed. Her gloved hands slid down his abs before wrapping around the base of Aaron's massive cock. She could barely close her fingers around it. "You're probably watching this right now, aren't you? Poor little Bat. You thought you had me, but look at me now—look at what I've got."
Aaron did not say a word and zoomed in to focus on Selina's fingers as they stroked him slowly, deliberately. His dick was still slick with the remnants of their last round, a thick sheen of precum glistening at the tip. The sight made her lick her lips, her voice lowering into a sultry whisper.
"Mmm, Batsy, you've never been able to fill me up like this. Have you? All that brooding, all that muscle—useless. Pathetic."
Her fingers tightened just enough to make Aaron groan, his hips twitching forward instinctively. "Easy, kitten," he teased, though his voice was already strained.
"Oh, don't worry," she cooed, her other hand sliding down to cradle his heavy balls, gently massaging them as she continued to stroke him. "I'm going to take my time with you. Show Batman exactly what he's missing."
Aaron adjusted the camera angle again, capturing the way Selina's lips curled into a wicked smile. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to catch a bead of precum from his tip. The slurp was obscene, amplified by the microphone on the camera, and she made sure to exaggerate it, her emerald-green eyes locking onto the lens as if daring Batman to look away.
"Mmm, so sweet," she murmured, licking her lips again before leaning back, her hands resuming their slow, teasing strokes. Her gloves were smooth against his skin, the leather cool compared to the heat radiating from him. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his cock throbbed in her grip, and it only spurred her on.
"Batman doesn't know how to take care of me," she continued, her voice like honey laced with venom. "He's too busy playing the hero. But you?" Her fingers slid up to the tip, smearing precum down the length of his shaft before returning to the base. "You know exactly what I need. Don't you, my love?"
She squeezed him tighter, her thumb brushing over the sensitive spot just beneath the head. His free hand gripped the sheets as he fought to keep still. This was still a cosplay livestream with a theme. He shouldn't speak too much.
The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, Selina's soft panting mixing with Aaron's labored groans. The camera caught every detail of her strokes and her teasing kisses to his cock.
She were agonizingly slow, her fingers gliding up and down his length with just enough pressure to keep him on edge. Every now and then, she'd pause to swirl her thumb around the tip, collecting more precum and smearing it down his shaft. The wet, slick sound of her strokes was almost unbearable, and Aaron's grip on the camera tightened until his knuckles turned white.
"Batman couldn't handle me," she said in husky murmur. "He's too scared to really let go. But you?" She leaned forward again, her lips brushing against the head of his cock as she spoke. "You're not afraid to ruin me."
Aaron let out a low growl. Selina's laugh was dark, predatory. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She knew she was dragging this out. Her tongue darted out again, this time licking a slow, torturous stripe up the underside of his cock. Wet, drawn out, and it made Aaron's balls rumble.
"Not yet," she purred, pulling back just enough to maintain control. Her hands returned to their slow, rhythmic strokes, her thumbs pressing into the sensitive veins along the sides of his shaft.
'Again with this?'
She could feel the way his muscles tensed, the way his cock twitched in her grip, and it only made her more determined to draw this out.
"Batman thought he could keep me, but look at me now. Look at what I'm doing to you. You're so much better than him. In every way. Bigger cock…"
He got it. He got it! He did! He really did!
Aaron's response was a strangled moan as she squeezed him tighter, her fingertips brushing against the base of his cock in a way that sent a rush of pleasure through his entire body. The camera shook slightly as he struggled to hold it steady.
"Bigger balls…"
Her hands moved faster, just enough to make Aaron groan louder, but not enough to let him finish. She wanted to keep him here, on the edge, for as long as possible. And judging by the way his muscles were trembling, by the way his cock was practically leaking precum, she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him.
"Oh, Batman," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to catch another bead of precum. "You'll never be able to compete with this."
The old Selina Kyle was gone. Before, she took her time. Before, she smirked and let out dramatic gasps and tried to switch between dominant and submissive. But now, she was confident.
Catwoman grinned. Cue the classic forearm to cock comparison. Fourteen inches next to a black leather arm and a face hidden by a mask.
"Batman, if you're listening," the lady thief winked, "this is a real cock."
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
"Oh my! Already~♡!?"
Yep, he nutted all over her face. He couldn't help it, she was too hot. Way too hot. Catwoman laughed and let him spray everything he wanted.
"Your balls are so big!" Her lips formed into an exaggerated O-shape. "Oh my goodness! You're cumming so much!"
The donations piled up. This was why she did all that. For the money. To steal the heart's of the men watching.
What a scary woman...
'Sorry, Bruce, gotta do it for the content.'
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…
Reverse cowgirl, ass slamming again and again, Catwoman fucked him like her rent was due.
"H-hold on—"
Tip to base was crazy.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
God damn could the thief of Gotham fuck; she was riding his dick like she loved him and wanted him to be proud when he was reaching the deepest parts of her anus. Fine ass bitch.
That ass. That fucking ass in the black latex or leather or whatever the fuck it was. Catwoman was throwing it down like that with erotic, shrill moans. Aaron was almost done. Pick a baby name.
"Cumming—!"
Nope. Catwoman squeezed his balls with her razor sharp nails, stopping the potential creampie in its tracks.
"Ah-ah. Too fast, Aaron. You gotta last longer."
The camera panned across the lavish hotel suite, the soft glow of the city skyline filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was a seductive, dim ambiance, the kind that made every surface glisten—especially the black leather of Catwoman's suit. In reverse cowgirl, her tight, round ass was impossible to ignore. Her stretched hole was impossible to ignore. Her smirk was impossible to ignore.
The livestream chat was exploding, comments flooding in faster than anyone could read them.
> BRO HER ASS IS FUCKING UNREAL.
> Aaron's a lucky man, GODDAMN!
> She's riding him like she's trying to pay off a fucking mortgage.
Aaron, usually stoic and composed, was struggling to keep his cool. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the sheets as Catwoman's hips moved with a rhythm that was nothing short of devastating. He couldn't even hold her.
Riiip!
She decided to rip her own costume and show her ass cheeks glistening with a light sheen of oil.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Mmmmm! Nnnggghhh~!"
She couldn't speak it about when it was this fucking deep. Same with Aaron, the roundness of her ass jiggling every time she slammed back down onto his massive fourteen-inch cock. She was taking every inch, her tight asshole stretching to accommodate him, and the sound of their wet, slapping skin filling the room.
"G-gonna…!"
"Ah–ah–ah," she purred, her voice dripping with playful dominance. "Bigger than Batman but definitely don't last as long as him." She threw a smirk over her shoulder. Those green eyes of hers hypnotized the millions of viewers and the mention of Batman sent the chat into a frenzy.
> girl is giving us the performance of the century
> respect batman for not being a quickshot
> batman goated
> batman's my goat, he's only a quickshot cuz he didnt have preptime
Aaron groaned, his deep voice cracking slightly as she tightened around him. Just how much tiger could this bitch get? "H-hold on—"he stammered, his hands moving to grip her hips, trying to slow her down. But Catwoman wasn't having it.
"Mm-mm, baby," she cooed. "You're not gonna tap out on me already, are you? I need you to last." She rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the sensation making Aaron's eyes roll back.
The chat erupted again.
> SHE'S A QUEEN.
> She's riding him like she loves him, fuck.
> Someone get this man some water, he's about to die.
> this move tuckered out bats. I know it did
Catwoman leaned forward slightly, her hands resting on Aaron's thighs as she picked up the pace. Her ass bounced harder, the sound of their bodies colliding growing louder.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The ripped costume and the stretched hole and everything that came with it was simply sublime. It was a view only intended for Batman once upon a time. Aaron Reigner revealed it to the world, even if they didn't know it. This was the real Catwoman and she was talking about the realm Batman.
Ah, ignorance.
"Fuck, Aaron, you feel so good inside me! I've never felt this full before! Your cock is fucking destroying me!!"
She reached back, her gloved hands sliding over her own ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to give the camera a better view. "Look at you, baby," she purred, her fingers tracing the edge of her swollen pussy where it stretched around his cock. "Look at how fucking wet you've made me." She was dripping, her juices coating his shaft and making every thrust slick and sinful.
Aaron couldn't take it anymore. "You're gonna make me–"
"Shhh," she interrupted, her tone commanding. "Not yet, baby. You're gonna last a little longer for me. I'm not done with you yet." She stopped moving, her pussy still wrapped tightly around him, and leaned back, her bare feet sliding up the inside of his thighs until her toes were gently massaging his balls.
Aaron let out a choked gasp." F-fuck," he breathed, his hands gripping the sheets tighter.
Catwoman smirked, "You like that, don't you? A little ball massage while I'm sitting on your cock? Fucking perfect, right?" She resumed her movements, but this time she was slower, more deliberate, her hips grinding against him in a way that made his entire body tremble.
Catwoman did a 180 so she was facing Aaron, her boobs now bouncing in his face. Her nipples were hard, poking through the thin material of her suit, and she leaned down to press them against his lips. "Suck on them, baby."
His lips wrapped around one of her nipples, pulling it into his mouth as she rode him with renewed vigor. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her hands tangling in his hair as she ground herself against him. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, her head falling back. "Your cock is so fucking good, Aaron. I'm gonna come ALL over you~!!"
The words were enough to push him over the edge. "Selina—"
"Come on, baby," she coaxed, her hips moving faster. "Give it to me. I want to feel you cum."
And just like that, Aaron's stoic demeanor shattered. His entire body convulsed as he came, his release spurting out of her pussy and coating Catwoman's thighs. She let out a loud, satisfied moan, her own orgasm crashing over her as she ground herself against him, milking every last drop.
As they both caught their breath, Catwoman leaned down, capturing Aaron's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "I love your cock," she murmured against his mouth, her fingers tracing his jawline. "I love it more than I love Batman."
"Cat…"
"Yeah!"
His hands slapped her ass, seized a bountiful of her booty, and slammed his cock into the deepest parts of her womb.
Her eyes went wide. "Y-y-you think...!" Slam, slam! "J-j-just because you have a biiiig cock means everything is going to go youuur w-w-way—!"
Slam!
She was supposed to say, "You made a big mistake!"
Instead, an utterly undignified pathetic sound blew out of her nose. All it took was one womb-crushing thrust and all the pieces to her domination fell.
"Trying to hold back your voice?"
He wasn't even fucking moving. His cock was fully inside her, so deep that Selina couldn't feel her hips, and she collapsed onto him. Ass twitching, pussy gushing, her arms clinging and clawing to his shoulders pitifully.
"Haaah! Hnngh! Oooohhh!"
Saliva poured from her lips. Her eyes were rolled back. Catwoman looked half-conscious.
All from one thrust.
Twitch, twitch, twitch. His arms moved and pulled her gasping head down closer to him. "Damn, you're tight. I'm going to cum again. I'll fill up the tightest, deepest part of you, just like you want."
His words were a casual declaration. A casual show of how fucking godly he was.
"From now on, never forget who this pussy belongs to me. You're not in the shitty BatCave anymore. Anywhere we fuck, you become my personal cum dumpster. Understand?"
The livestream ended there, the screen going black.
***
How many hours had passed?
They weren't streaming anymore. Indeed, this wasn't about the content.
Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman, was in her element. She was his now, his little bitch, and she was damn proud of it. Her lips slid down his shaft, taking more and more of him into her mouth until she was deepthroating him with ease. Her throat muscles contracted around him, milking him as she pulled back only to take him all the way down again.
"Fuck, Selina," Aaron groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. "You're so fucking good at this."
She didn't respond, just kept sucking and licking, her eyes locked on his as she devoured him. Her hands gripped his thighs. She pulled back several inches.
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. Selina didn't stop, her mouth around Aaron's tip, as a Jamaican woman entered carrying a tray of breakfast. The woman froze in her tracks, her eyes widening as she took in the scene—Catwoman on her knees, her lips stretched around a massive, dripping white cock.
"Oh, my…" the woman stammered, her cheeks flushing bright red as she quickly set the tray down on the table and hurried out of the room, muttering something in Jamaican patois under her breath.
Selina pulled off Aaron's cock with a wet pop, giggling as she watched the woman practically run out of the room. "Oops," she teased, licking her lips. "I think she got a little more than she bargained for."
Promptly, her lips slammed down on his cock.
It didn't take long. Aaron's body tensed, his hips jerking as he came, his release flooding her mouth. Selina swallowed every drop. When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.
"Damn, Aaron," she said, her voice hoarse as she crawled up his body, straddling him. "You taste fucking incredible."
His hands rested on her ass as he looked up at her.
"Haah…You know," she began, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, "Batman and I had a honeymoon once here, in Jamaica. It was… nice. But you?" She looked into his eyes, a soft smile on her lips. "Your dick is just way too good. Best cock in the world, bar none."
The sound of the door opening again made her pull back, but she didn't move from her position on top of Aaron. She looked over her shoulder, smirking as she saw the Jamaican woman peeking back in, her face still flushed.
"Need something?" Selina asked innocently, her ass grinding slightly against Aaron's still-hard cock as she spoke.
The woman stammered something incomprehensible, "J-just want to know when you'll be available," before quickly closing the door again, leaving the two of them alone once more.
"Livestreaming is one thing." Selina giggled, "Let's make all of Jamaica know who I'm fucking and just how big that cock of yours really is~"
"Selina, Selina…you really know how to push my buttons." Slap! He took hold of her booty cheeks. "I'm going to break you."
A wink. "Do your best, my beautiful quickshot."
***
That Catwoman livestream would go down in history. For its length, for its theme, for its accurate Catwoman costume, and for the huge cock that never gave up.
Couples jerked themselves off to it and a certain Dick Grayson had been among those couples. Fucking and watching, trying to match them, and attempting to feel even better.
The first Robin groaned as the sound of a chime cut through the haze of his exhaustion. His body felt heavy, every muscle tender and spent, as though he'd run a marathon and then been hit by a truck. His head was buried in the pillow, the scent of Starfire's skin still lingering in his nostrils, warm and sweet like sunlight on honey. He didn't want to move. He didn't think he could move. His balls were so empty they might as well have been vacuum-sealed, and his cock—well, let's just say it wasn't exactly at its most impressive.
"Who the hell is it?" Dick grumbled, rolling over, dick out.
But the chime persisted and Starfire stirred beside him. Her voice, soft and melodic like a summer breeze, broke the silence. "Oh, it is Aaron," she said, her tone brightening as she reached for the tablet on the nightstand.
Dick's eyes shot open.
"Kory, wait—!" he protested, but it was too late. She'd already answered the video call, and there was Aaron Reigner, his dark hair slightly tousled and sitting in bed.
And there was Starfire, sitting cross-legged on the bed, completely nude, her vibrant orange skin glowing in the soft morning light. Her long, fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing the generous swell of her breasts, which seemed to defy gravity in the most tantalizing way.
Oh, and in the back, the shriveled up dick of her boyfriend. What a stark contrast. The only prevailing thought was, "Poor Starfire."
A big titty chick like her deserved better. That was the instinctive thought. But come on. Don't blame Dick. Sometimes, it just happened.
The boy wonder couldn't help but notice the way Aaron's eyes flicked downward for just a fraction of a second before he quickly masked his surprise.
Almost immediately, Dick cupped his drained package.
"Uh, hey, guys," Aaron said. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Dick sighed, running one hand through his disheveled hair. The other hand was enough to hide his manhood. "You could say that," he muttered. He glanced down, acutely aware of just how small he looked under there. Usually, he'd be proud of what he was packing, but after the marathon session he and Starfire had just endured? Let's just say he wasn't winning any awards today.
Then there was Starfire, showing her tits to a man not her boyfriend.
"Haha, don't worry, Cass also has the same issue."
"Cassandra is not with you?" Starfire asked, tilting her head slightly, her eyes wide with curiosity. Her voice was innocent, almost childlike, as though she had no idea how utterly stunning she looked, sitting there without a care in the world.
"She's outside right now," Aaron replied. "But listen, I wanted to ask you guys about something. Cass wants to go to a nude beach while we're here, and I figured you two might have some recommendations."
"Oh! How about Hedonism II?" the busty alien suggested.
"Ignore her—"
"It is a place for all lovers. When we were in Jamaica, I indicated and informed him many times that we should go—"
"And we didn't," Dick interjected. "Okay, look, it's the most popular and quality swinger's place in the world."
Aaron raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "Noted," he said, nodding slowly. "Any other suggestions?"
Starfire leaned forward slightly, her breasts shifting with the movement, and Dick couldn't help but notice the way Aaron's eyes flicked downward again. But to his credit, the man didn't miss a beat. He was as cool as ever, as though he were used to seeing Starfire like this—which, to be fair, he probably was. After all, she wasn't exactly shy about nudity.
"There is Doctor's Cave Beach," Kory suggested, her voice bright. "It is more… traditional. Beautiful and serene, with soft sand and clear water. Cassandra would enjoy it very much."
Aaron nodded again. "Sounds perfect," he said. "Thanks, Starfire. I'll run it by Cass and see what she thinks."
"You are most welcome," she replied, her smile radiant. "I hope you and Cassandra have a wonderful time."
"Thanks," Aaron said, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "And hey, you two have a good rest of your morning. Sounds like you need it."
The call ended.
***
Hedonism II was the world's most iconic adult playground.
You hear stories about white women going to Jamaica? Or those horror stories of boyfriends learning a big, black cock rearranged their girl's insides? This was where it happened.
The resort was split into two, the Nude Side where all clothes must be off for everyone's comfort and the Prude Side where clothes were allowed. Ninety percent of residents party on the Nude Side. Most couples spent the first day drinking, getting used to the place, and figuring out what to do.
Not Selina or Aaron. He lied about going with Cassandra. His Asian lover was still passed out.
First and foremost was getting there. Aaron and Selina walked arm in arm on a long, wooden bridge. There was the port entrance and there was the island entrance. Being in Jamaica and not having Hedonism II as their first destination on sea, the bridge was the only option. Although saying "only" was an exaggeration, there were a trio of bridges.
At the end of the bridge was a small ticket checking area with two guards. Locals Jamaicans, slightly broad, with bulging speedos. The men weren't actually big, only stuffing their speedos to look big and intimidate the unworthy. If you cannot handle your girl seeing bigger cocks, don't bother, was the message.
Selina giggled. Buying tickets took no issue with her wealth. Casually, a hand on her hip, Selina handed the golden VIP ticket. The first guard examined the ticket and scanned it with interest and then with a literal scanner.
"You may enter. Will you be heading to the Nude Side or Prude Side?"
"What a silly question, the Nude Side," Selina exclaimed. She took off her top first. "Ah, I love Jamaican men, what with your silly little cocks."
The guard straightened up. "Little?"
"That's right! It's adorable, really. Trust me, there is nothing wrong with not having a BBC, boys. It's perfectly normal to be small."
"We ain't small."
Selina was a slutty beauty in a black bikini. She smiled and laughed and stripped confidently. Aaron, though handsome, was in swim trunks and rather slow. He didn't seem hung, although they could see the faint outline of a bulge. But this kind of confidence was semi-common in a place like this. Every stud that entered here thought they were hot shit.
"Swim trunks off, please," the guard said, pointing to Aaron.
Essentially saying, "Let's see what your boyfriend's got!"
Aaron didn't blink and yanked his swim trunks down. Thwap! A flaccid schlong bigger than any dildo, bigger than any expectations. The beefy monster was out. Cue the twisted, pain expressions. Most of the time, the guards could get away even when there was a genuinely hung guy. But this…
This was easily the biggest they had seen. Out of the tens of thousands that entered this beach, Aaron had suddenly skyrocketed to the very top.
"Aw, let me guess: now you're contemplating every orgasm you've given a woman." Selina hooked arms around Aaron and marched forward. She winked at the guards and added, "Spoilers, yes, they faked it."
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
Not a fucking thing the guards in fake speedos could say. Not a thing anyone could say. There was a small lobby to cross. Certain couples who had cold feet stayed here until they were ready to go. Seeing Aaron, some boyfriends yanked their girlfriends and fled.
No way they were competing with him.
Through the open lobby and onto the stone pathway that wound toward the shoreline. Hedonism II stretched before him like two worlds stitched together by the same strip of white sand.
The first fork in the path came with an understated sign:
Nude Side →
Prude Side ←
To the left, the "Prude Side" curved around a sheltered bay, lined with low-slung, cream-colored buildings. Lush hedges shielded clusters of lounge chairs and shaded hammocks. The pool here was expansive and serene, with a swim-up bar whose tiled roof matched the faded turquoise of the sea beyond. A few thatched cabanas dotted the edge, and further inland, small garden courtyards led to modestly sized dining patios and quiet reading nooks.
To the right, the "Nude Side" opened up without pretense. The landscaping was more minimal here, as if intentionally drawing the eye to the vast sweep of open sand and wanting to be a pure beach. The buildings had a more playful color palette—splashes of coral, yellow, and teal—arranged around a central pool with a swim-up bar. This second, larger pool was closer to the beach itself and probably the main attraction of Hedonism itself. The hot tub sat just beyond, half-hidden by palms, with steps leading directly onto the sand. Past that, the shoreline was less curved and more exposed, offering uninterrupted views of the horizon and the sun's slow shimmer off the waves.
There were paths everywhere. To the central pool, to the beach, to the hot tub, everywhere. Couples everywhere too.
Between the two sides, a shared stretch of sand acted as a neutral corridor, where paths crisscrossed toward the main dining hall, the water-sports hut, and the glass-walled gym. Even the air seemed different between the two zones—quieter and more relaxed on one side, brighter and more uninhibited on the other—yet the same ocean breeze flowed freely between them, carrying the scent of saltwater and grilled seafood.
D1 Athletes and Star City stags populated a surprising amount of the Nude Side. This was the part of Jamaica that got plenty of tourists, so local elites took up a good portion too. Jamaican or American or whatever, it did not matter. Any man who saw Aaron, their balls tightened up. The thought of, 'No fucking way that's real.' But here was the thing with men, they knew when something was pumped with random shit or if it was natural. Aaron was all natural and still the biggest.
Selina was cackling the whole way through. She loved the attention.
"They love you," Selina said, giggling. Indeed, with the male envy came the female desire. If Selina wasn't an equally perfect specimen, a whole crowd would surround him. It was a matter of levels, of understanding one's place. Aaron needed someone on Selina's level, nothing more, nothing less.
That was when he overheard a certain conversation.
"Fucking small chicks to make yourselves feel big…." This black woman wasn't Jamaican. The afro and the confidence, it was…
"I'm the daughter of Lucius Fox. I have higher expectations."
Tamara Fox, here of all places? What a surprise. Tamara sighed, pointedly agitating the three men in front of her. They weren't just any men, Aaron recognized them. They were NBA players and they showed it with their height. The shortest of the lot was six-foot-eight.
Tamara Fox had a fat ass and was five-foot-nine. They weren't out of her league per say. The issue was her past. He could tell with a brief glance that Tamara refused to date or fuck any man after Aaron. She tried, she did, but there just wasn't the chemistry. Some people treated her too highly. She was a billionaire's daughter after all. Others were gold-diggers and many just didn't have the dick to clap her cheeks.
Only one man did.
But she tried to move on. She came here searching for that and she wound up pissing up literal NBA players because her standards were uncharacteristically high.
"Why you…!"
Aaron had to take responsibility for turning Tamara Fox into this. Into a woman with standards so high that it just annoyed other guys.
"She's with me, men."
Aaron's thwap, thwap, thwap of a meaty cock made an entrance. Instant impact. Instant respect. The male ego was a simple thing.
Tamara raised a brow, only to turn and see her favourite white boy. "Aaron! Oh my god, I didn't—you're here!?" She laughed and when she saw Selina, her smile widened. "Oh, and Selina too. It's nice to meet you."
Tamara wasn't a cocky sort of woman. However, because of Aaron, she came off that way with how she dismissed men. Before, men ranted due to her unrealistic expectations, but never like this. Only these NBA players had the balls to actually try and do something to her. Hurt her, scream at her, whatever.
They were tall motherfuckers, that was for sure, but Aaron wasn't intimidated. The tallest of them was over seven feet. Jefferson Jackson, ace of the New York Bradley. He single-handedly won a ring with his team last year. A hero in New York from what he recalled.
Jefferson was a quiet, simple man in interviews. Those characteristics weren't lies. "She your girl?"
"Heh, now I am." Tamara wrapped her arm around his waist and looked up at him like he was god. "Trust me, I've been waiting a while."
"Sorry. My friends were…" Jefferson elbowed them. "...slighted. That's all."
The apologies mumbled out. Jefferson even went and offered a handshake. The NBA player had fame and money. He had everything life could afford him. In spite of that, was hilariously outclassed. He was the biggest of the lot and still inches less than Aaron. Seven inches flaccid and, for most women, a hefty size. But for Tamara and Selina? Not only was the length lacking but his girth was laughable. Aaron had this fucking girth about his cock. Jefferson did not. And his teammates?
"My bad, mate. We'll control ourselves better," mumbled out the pointguard.
"I remember watching your match with my daughter. You guys were great." That was all Aaron had to say before turning. The casual authority he wielded did not make logical sense to chicks, maybe, but it made sense to the men. Tamara Fox, daughter of a billionaire, was far beyond their reach. Only this white boy with a cock worth their forearms could plow her fat ass.
"Hey, hey, wanna go to a room and fuck?" Tamara did not hesitate.
Selina rolled her eyes. "Patience, young lady. We've yet to visit the central pool. Aren't people fucking there?"
Aaron walked and despite bickering, the ladies attached themselves to him. It was as Selina said, the central pool of the Nude Side was the main attraction. It was huge with couples fucking everywhere. Hell, not even couples, just random horny men and women. It was a sexual heaven.
Selina let out a whistle. "Look at the old bastard getting lucky."
Aaron's gaze followed and he saw two attractive women worshipping the cock of an old man with a fat belly. He had sunglasses on and was drinking too. He could tell this old man lived as he wanted: a ring on his finger yet two Jamaican chicks were sucking his dick and he got to drink too.
Aaron read his mind and his memories. 'He runs an executive for Toyoda. Practically a billionaire. His wife doesn't mind his cheating as long as he doesn't let the kids know.' Sarcastically, he added, 'Good to know.'
Elsewhere, Tamara pointed and laughed. An unlucky young man in his twenties, the heir to a company in South Africa, was struggling to get hard. He was white and trying to fuck a fellow heiress who was from Russia. A pretty lass with black hair and freckles, she ended up laughing at his efforts. Poor guy flushed, embarrassed, and his dick softened even more.
Another matter stole Aaron's attention, however.
"You two go get a drink at the bar. I'll be there in a second."
"Huh, what—"
Tamara was dragged away by Selina. The thief didn't know what he was up to but Aaron had a weary, disappointed look. Here was the thing, at the end of the day, he was trying to do good. At a place like this, he could hear ass cheeks getting clapped. He could hear a woman cry out that she was cumming.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yess~!"
"Right there! Right theeere~!"
"A-almost! N-no, not yet!"
He heard all the pleasure. He heard different people. He heard everything.
He also heard a young Jamaican couple getting harassed near the entrance of the building. Since it was a bit far away and the sound of fucking dominated most thoughts, many didn't notice. Aaron did. The thirty year old black husband was notably uncomfortable with the bigger schlong trying to flirt with his wife.
"I'm Rocky Davis! I can give you that good dick!" Rocky didn't say his name for no reason. He was an Olympic medal-winning wrestler. A white male with good-looks, wavy black hair, an above average dick, and a big smile.
"W-we're okay," said the Jamaican husband. From a quick mind read, he was in the lower-echelon of wealth. He and his wife were engineers and managed to afford a ticket here after a decade of saving up.
"Come on, let the lady speak!" Rocky insisted, grinning wide. He thought because this was a nude beach that he could do whatever he wanted. His dick flung into a healthy seven erection.
The husband's dick turtled in comparison. The wife stammered, "L-look, it's, um…"
"Come on!" Rocky jerked his cock off. That stupid grin seemed heroic at first and now terrifying. "Suck my dick a little—"
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
Whatever confidence the Olympian had was cleanly wiped away by Aaron and his arrival. He stood beside the couple and stared down the American athlete. What was worse was that Rocky was from Gotham.
"Hey. Cut that out."
What made it worse was that this young white Olympian was from Gotham.
'You're representing Gotham and acting like this?'
"Oh, err…" Rocky looked down. Oh hell no. They might have been from Gotham and white men that were endowed, that didn't mean they were the same. Not at all. Aaron had the kind of dick that literally made a coke can look small. Rocky was proud to make that comparison in the first place. "R–right, sorry."
The Olympian left with his dick softening and ashamed. He outright headed back into a building just to avoid him.
"T-thank you."
That was the husband thanking him. Aaron turned and gave a nod. The wife's breath hitched. The husband followed where she was looking and was bewildered.
Aaron's schlong was even bigger than Rocky's except…there was no sense of discomfort.
"Uh, so…" The wife had this smile on her face as she spoke to him. "You come here often?"
"No, it's my first time. But I'm guessing this isn't common etiquette." Aaron put his hand on his hip. "Anyway, if that guy ever bothers you again, tell me."
He walked away.
At this point, some folks noticed what happened. They especially noticed that the husband would have happily shared his wife with this stud. Aaron wasn't just the biggest—he was the nicest. He wasn't acting like a bad boy or an arrogant rich asshole. He earned complete dominance by being nice.
"I don't blame her, that dude got some dick on him, damn."
"That's the Lebron James of dicks, man."
"You mean Michael Jordon?"
"For the last time, he is NOT the GOAT—"
"Shut up, mates."
Aaron was suddenly the talk of everyone that wasn't fucking. At the bar, Tamara and Selina waved him over. All the bar seats were filled. But when Aaron arrived, without telepathy or even a word, someone got up and gave him a seat. It was an NBA player too. Somebody rich and famous, completely letting this dude do what he did because the white guy's dick went thwap, thwap!
Aaron in the middle, Selina to his left, and Tamara to his left. Every other seat had a guy, except they didn't dare touch or talk to Aaron or the chicks attached to him without permission. Whatever permission actually meant here.
The bartender was a local woman and she happily served him a drink. "It's on the house," the bartender said, winking and sliding him a glass of wine. She had a thick accent and a nice pair of tits. Selina was having a glass of lemonade. Tamara went straight to talking to him.
"Basketball players are sooo overrated," Tamara whined. "All that height and their dicks are hardly eight inches."
Indeed, if they had a coke can's worth of soft dick, Aaron had two and a half. When Aaron got comfortable and drank, a voice called out from behind.
"Ay, sit here. You three come in together?"
Aaron turned on his stool. On the other end was a table with an umbrella and a sofa holding over seven people. They were all famous athletes, ones that Aaron recognized from the news. It was no surprise, athletes and rich folk liked these kinds of places.
Five men and two women.
"Name's Trane Walker," greeted the male that called him out in the first place. "Power forward for the National City Vipers."
He was six-foot-seven and built like a damn truck. Easily over two-hundred pounds. The two chicks of the seven-couched athletes were both stuck to him. Their feminine hands ran down his eight inch cock. They didn't care if people were watching or that Trane was talking.
'Ah,' Aaron realized. 'He's one of the big dogs here. An alpha of sorts.'
An alpha receiving giggles and whispers. An alpha receiving a soft handjob from two chicks. An alpha who saw Aaron's dick hanging off the stool and did a double-take. "Jesus Christ, that ball bag is wild." Not just his cock but his balls too. Trane instinctively understood that this white dude was on a different level.
This was Jamaica and Hedonist II was a tourist attraction that brought wealthy Jamaicans and foreigners alike. Athletes from all over the globe especially. The better the body, the higher their libido spiked.
This was the first time they ever saw a cock that made a literal star shrink. Their egos were bruised and there was not a damn thing they could say about it.
"I fucked him for three days," Selina said proudly. "Those balls were HEAVIER before I was done with him haha."
"God damn…"
Cue an awkward laugh from everyone.
Trane was presumed an alpha because of his status, his wealth, the chicks beside, and his perpetual eight inch boner. Camila Duarte, the Brazilian beach volleyball star, was built with long legs, strong shoulders and she was starstruck by Aaron. Next to her was Nadia Sokolova, the Russian gymnast whose routines had stunned entire stadiums into silence. She was the smallest of the group physically, but the sheer discipline in her poise made her feel the most unshakable of them all.
Until Aaron's schlong hung off the stool and completely dwarfed the cock who the Russian gymnast thought was the biggest here. Slowly, the ladies and their eager hands and lips stopped.
The male athletes? They realized they didn't even matter and their boners died off. The better the athlete, the better sex. It was logical. Yet here, they met a man that defied logic.
"You're from National City," Aaron recalled.
"Yep, Cali guy. And you?"
Aaron put his elbows on the bar counter behind him. "Gotham."
That one-word reply earned mutters among the athletes. Trane blinked twice and ended up saying with his laughter, "Out of all places, it had to be Gotham, huh?"
The African-American athlete laughed until his sides hurt. "Haah…!" He shook his head and glanced at that mega dick one more time. When it was that fucking big…man. A giant could hoop and win a three-peat in the NBA championship and still feel lacking. "Gotta be careful starting beef with these white boys. It's all fun going back and forth on social media until he posts a video of him fucking your girl with a dick triple your size. Stretching her and touching spots you can't even dream about. Shit's unfair."
The remark from Trane earned a couple of laughs from the others. The male athletes were rich and famous in their own right but ultimately followed Trane's direction. For him to say shit like this, they both had to laugh and realize they weren't built for this. They didn't compare.
Still laughing, Trane added, "White boy summer is about to be in full effect. Better keep your girl close black kings or she might end up in a white man's bed."
Aaron smiled politely. The remarks were a little funny, admittedly, but he wasn't here to set off a race war or whatever. His senses tingled, however. It was like the world was trying to tell him something—and it did.
He found a young couple, entering the sex filled beach with flushed faces. Their first time here. But more importantly…
'They're not from this universe.'
The Chosen One could not be fooled. He could see it the moment he saw them. They vibrated at a slightly different frequency than everyone else here.
The male was broad-shouldered, solid, with that calm, ready energy. Not so much a soldier but…
'Street-raised, like a lot of people in Gotham.' Aaron was staring from the corner of his eye. Brown hair and blue eyes, he wore a red hoodie that didn't reach his dick. So he was adequately naked. After all, if bikinis were allowed, then why not a hoodie.
In a flash, Aaron read his mind. He received a name: Roy Harper. He received three superhero identities: Speedy, Arsenal, and Red Arrow.
'But not the Roy Harper of this Earth, my Earth…how did he get here?'
His gaze went to his fiancé, a smoking hot baby. A small smile appeared.
'Thea Queen…?'
This Thea Queen did not exist on his Earth. From what he saw from Roy's memories, she was the daughter of the late Malcolm Merlyn and Moira Queen and a spoiled rich party girl and drug addict turned superhero.
Fascinating.
She went full nude unlike her partner and had a figure that was equal parts athletic and graceful. Her figure was womanly and tapered into a narrow waist that curved outward into hips with a quiet, natural confidence. Her legs were long, sleek, and poised with the balance of someone who could move like quicksilver if she chose.
When she turned, it was impossible not to notice the shape of her hips and her heart-shaped booty. The couple stopped to look around. Amateurs, obviously, and contemplating on what to do.
Aaron's thoughts zeroed in on Thea Queen's bare pussy. She was shaved and ready to fuck. 'Daughter of Malcolm Merlyn and Moira Queen in another world…how did you get here?'
It was for no special reason, it seemed. Aaron suspected maybe it had something to do with Empty Hand. It didn't. See, she and Roy were native collection of universes known as the Arrowverse. Her Earth had discovered a method of multiversal travel. Ordinarily, it should have been impossible to penetrate the veil of Earth Prime. But because of Empty Hand, there was destabilisation and these two, without knowing, slipped inside an Earth they should have never been capable of coming to.
They were a couple that had gone through trials and tribulations. They were a couple with fetishes.
Put simply, Roy had a cuck fetish—and in order for nobody on their Earth to discover that embarrassing fetish, they decided to commit to it on another Earth.
Aaron's Reigner's erection made itself known. Cue the gasps. The fourteen inch cock found its target. He rose to his feet.
"Selina, Tamara, you two stay."
"With these little boys?" Selina snickered. "Fine."
The chicks laughed. The athletes just sat there. Everybody knew that dick could steal any woman and ruin any pussy.
His target's fiancé, Roy Harper, was right beside her as they looked about. Roy wasn't a small man—his cock was a respectable five inches flaccid. Hands in the pockets of his hoodie, they had women eye him curiously.
Little did they know that this wasn't about Roy getting laid. It was about his future wife.
Enter a fourteen inch cock.
Enter Roy's widening eyes when he saw it.
Aaron walked with a stoic kind of confidence. He knew exactly what he was carrying between his legs and didn't brag about it. His tall, athletic frame was topped with good looks that could melt ice, but it wasn't his face that drew gasps. It was the monster swinging heavily beneath him—a thick, eager fourteen-inch cock that swung left and right from his steps. Thea noticed Roy's gaze and was about to ask, "What—?"
Thea's eyes widened as she took in the sight. Her lips parted, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Her hand instinctively reached out, as if to touch it, but she stopped herself, glancing back at Roy.
Roy's jaw dropped. He stood up straighter, his own cock twitching involuntarily as he stared at the sheer size of Aaron. 'Jesus Christ,' he thought. He'd never seen anything like it. He met Thea's glance and they had this sort-of nod. This "are you seeing what I'm seeing" expression.
Roy witnessed his fiancee's neck-turn to look at it again. Seeing the way her eyes were locked on Aaron's length, something primal stirred in him. That twisted boiling of jealousy and arousal in his stomach.
The monster dick was an inch from poking Thea's navel. "Hey there," he greeted. "I'm Aaron Reigner. Nice to meet you. I'm guessing you two are new here?"
"Y-yeah, we're new. N-nice to meet you too." Thea swallowed hard, her gaze flickering back to Roy. She didn't know what to say. This wasn't like her. She'd been a party girl once, wild and carefree, but this was different. This was raw, unbridled desire about to poke her. Her fingers twitched, and she could feel her own arousal pooling between her thighs.
"I'm new too," Aaron said. "First day, actually."
"Same," Roy replied because his fiancee suddenly couldn't.
"S-sheesh," Thea mumbled so that only her fiance could hear, "he's so much bigger than you, Roy."
Aaron had great ears, unfortunately. "I see the ring. The two of you are engaged?"
"Yep." Hands in his red hoodie, Roy twiddled with his fingers. "It's our pre-honeymoon."
"Gotcha." His next few words were polite, loaded with intent, and somehow completely casual and genuine. "Mind if I borrow her? It'll be a good first time for both of us. You can watch, if you want."
Borrow her.
Fuck her.
Aaron just plain said it.
Roy hesitated, his heart pounding. This was Hedonism II. They'd come here knowing what it was, a swinger's wet dream. Where desires were laid bare and boundaries were meant to be crossed.
He looked at Thea. She couldn't stop staring and he couldn't stop seeing the hunger in her eyes. Something inside him snapped. Roy nodded slowly. "Yeah. Go ahead."
Her features were sharp but delicate, framed by soft waves of chestnut hair. Her eyes, wide and piercing, carried both vulnerability and an edge, like lived through things most people couldn't imagine.
Somehow, this was near the top of the list. This manly, megacock that made her drop to her knees.
Her hands clenched and then loosened in order to grip the tip. Roy couldn't believe it, her fingered didn't touch. With him, it did but this man and this cock…Thea Queen had never held anything so thick, so heavy.
"Take your time," Aaron said. "I want you to get comfortable."
Thea was already on her knees. She was already comfortable. Her fiance gave permission. All that remained was to give in.
Give in she did, her lips opening into an O-shape and trying to swallow the beginning inches of big cock. It was a struggle from the start, the girth stretched her lips wide, making it hard to breathe.
She pulled back. Roy was concerned and she reassured him, "S-sorry, it's just so much bigger than yours. Different."
Roy's dick twitched. She didn't mean to insult him, she was looking right at this stranger's big dick and analyzing it like…like it was a puzzle. A challenge. The simple reality was that this cock was bigger and better and his fiancee was struggling with it.
"R-right…"
It was like her fiance didn't exist. Her brows furrowed and she elected for a different strategy: she sucked at the tip, her tongue flicking over the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to take more, but it was too much. She gagged slightly, pulling back with a gasp.
Roy watched from right beside her, his own cock now fully hard. There was something undeniably erotic about seeing Thea struggle with Aaron's size. He couldn't look away.
Thea tried again, determined this time. She gripped the base with both hands, stroking slowly as she took as much of him as she could handle. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she could feel the veins pulsing against her lips.
"That's it," Aaron encouraged, a hand on his hip. "Take it all."
Those that could were watching this too. Thea Queen, this new woman, pushing herself further, letting out a muffled moan as she managed to take another inch. Her throat stretched impossibly wide and tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. But she didn't stop. She couldn't. She wanted to feel all of him. Alas, only the four inch long cockhead could fit in her throat.
'All her life, she's been used to Roy's seven-incher. She shouldn't be this bad at it…'
"I, uh, guess it's the girth," Roy commented. "You have a girthy fucker, you know that?"
"Ah, right." Aaron grunted. His hips started to move ever so slightly—just enough to let her know he was close. "Ngh. L-luckily, she won't have to suck for much longer."
The look she gave him and her complete dismissal of her future husband, it was hot. Plus, as much as he could control it sometimes, desires spoke. Willpower crumbled. He grunted again. His cock was a rocket about to burst.
"Going to cum…!"
Thea pulled back just in time, the fat mushroom sliding out of her mouth with a wet pop. Aaron let out a final grunt as thick ropes of cum exploded from his tip, splattering across Thea's face in an epic display of release. The volume was staggering—more than she'd ever seen before. Hefty strings of white that covered her cheeks in one long rope. Two and three and four ropes buried her face entirely.
"W-whoa…"
"Are you fucking seeing this?"
"How much cum can he let out?"
If there were individuals occupied by their own pleasures prior, they weren't anymore. Not after this. By the end, Thea Queen was slack-jawed and painted like a canvas. Another man's seed was officially dripping down her chin and landing on her breasts.
Aaron gripped his cock and gave another long stroke. He squeezed out another couple batches of cum and there was a squeal from the bartender. Selina and Tamara gave Trane and his friends a look. Their reactions spoke for themselves.
That lengthy beige cock and those heavy balls…
"S-sheesh," Roy muttered. "Looks like they weren't for show…"
The young fiance was in awe, his own cock throbbing with need. He knew what was coming next…
…
…
…
"BEST COCK EVER! BESSHHHOT COCK EVERRR~!!!!"
Big, fat balls bounced and slapped upwards. The deliciously pale bootycheeks of a billionaire's heiress was getting gripped and clapped. Thea Queen's spine arched as Aaron's massive fourteen-inch cock pistoned into her with a force that left her gasping for air. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
Not Roy's, but a man she just met. A man with the biggest cock ever.
Aaron noticed she could only take twelve inches. She was far too adjusted to normal cocks. Aaron had to hold back.
"I'VE NEVER HAD A COCK LIKE THISSS~!!! SHOOO DEEEP~! SHOOO FUCKINGGHSHSHH DEEEEEP~!!!"
Yet the screams were as loud and resounding as ever. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed across the Nude Side pool at Hedonism II, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Her toes curled and legs tried to wrap tightly around his waist but failed. See, she wasn't meant for this. She wasn't built for this.
Thea Queen was never supposed to get fucked by this kind of cock. She was supposed to live in her own bubbles of universes where she mated with Roy Harper. Except with Empty Hand's influence, reality and fate had changed. Now, her fiancé jerked himself off to the sight. He was unequivocally dwarfed by the monster currently stretching Thea to her limits. He couldn't look away, his chest tight as he heard Thea's moans grow louder and more desperate with every thrust. She never sounded like this with him. Never.
"THANK YOU, ROY! THANK YOU FOR LETTING THIS COCK DESTROY ME!!" Thea cried, her head thrashing from side to side. Her hands flew to her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as Aaron's thick shaft pistoned in and out of her dripping pussy. "I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS—FUCK, IT'S SO BIG! I CAN'T—I CAN'T EVEN THINK!"
Like her legs that tried desperately to do something, even her arms went limp.
This dick was too fucking much.
Aaron smirked. His hands groped and spanked her heart-shaped ass twice, lifting her slightly so she could drop down to the twelve inch mark in loud schliiicks.
"How does Roy compare, Thea?" he asked. His tone was almost polite, like he was genuinely curious. "I'm assuming it was worth the travel here?"
"OH FUCKKK YESSSHH~!" Thea didn't hesitate. "He can't! He fucking can't COMPARE! Oh God, Aaron, you're ruining me for anyone else! BEST DICK EVERRR~!!"
Roy felt a mix of humiliation and arousal as he watched his fiancée orgasm beneath another man. Frankly…he couldn't even tell when she was cumming. With him, he could tell when she tightened up but from this perspective, it was impossible to say. She was just…in ecstasy.
He'd always known Thea had a wild side—she'd been a party girl before they got together—but seeing her like this was overwhelming. She was lost in pleasure, completely undone by Aaron's monstrous size and skill.
Perhaps in another time and place, it would have been the local Jamaican men lounging nearby that would have fucked Thea Queen in accordance to Roy's festishes. These males were professionals, discreetly sent by the owners of Hedonism to fuck and satisfy certain cucks. Yet even these professionals stopped their own activities to watch in awe. Everyone stopped. Among the sea of naked bodies and couples fucking openly at Hedonism II, Aaron stood out. His cock was unquestionably the biggest to step in the property and that casual dominance was just different.
He didn't demand. He politely asked. He said, "Can I show your girl the best night of your life" and he fucking did it. It didn't matter if the woman had been with BBC or BWC—Aaron was on another level. And right now, he was proving it with Thea.
Aaron slowed his thrusts for a moment, gripping Thea's chin and forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were streaming with tears. She could hardly speak. "Do I have your permission to cum inside her, Roy?" he asked, his tone casual, like he was asking for a drink order.
Again, it was that casual permission. He didn't just shove his cum in there like a desperate manwhore. He didn't taunt Roy. He didn't disrespect him.
Most men would have laughed at the poor guy and said, "It's Hedonism II. You knew what you were signing up for," and then nutted.
Not Aaron. He held her. He looked at Roy and would have accepted any word the future husband gave.
Roy's throat tightened as he looked at Thea, her face flushed, her chest heaving. The tears streaming down her eyes and the little hiccups and gasps…
"Y-yeah," Roy stammered. He masturbated faster. Sweat slipped down his brow. "You have my permission."
"Thanks." He leaned down to kiss Thea deeply, swallowing her moans as he resumed fucking her with long, deep strokes. He only had a couple left in him so they were excruciatingly long. It was as though he was taunting Roy with how much dick he could put into his fiancee.
He didn't mind. For him, it was hotter. This was what being a cuck was all about.
Thea's response was a guttural scream after guttural scream. When Aaron buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass once last time and throbbing, Thea knew. "Hngnnngghh~!! Y-your name! Give me your name again! I want it! I need it!"
She was forgetting. That was how badly she was getting fucked. "It's Aaron! And I'm going to pump my cum so deep inside you that it'll leak out of you for days!"
One last grunt and one last thrust. He filled her up.
Roy spilled his own load too. It was more than he'd ever produced in his life and yet it paled to what Aaron delivered to Thea's womb and even the amounts that spilled out. That's right, the creamy seed that was falling in heaps from her pussylips exceeded that of Roy's entire climax.
And Thea? Thea looked up at him with glazed eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her cum-covered face. "Fuck…" She shivered and quivered from the aftereffects. "Oh fuckkk, Aaron…! Please. I need you again. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass." A weak, shaking finger traced his jawline. "Oh fuuuck, your cock is still fucking inside…nngghh…"
She seemed…crazy. Drunk even. Her feet touched the floor and Aaron released her. Miraculously, she could still walk and move.
"Fuckin' big boy…"
She practically dropped onto the chair, ass out and languidly stretching her asshole for him.
Roy's eyes widened, his dick not wanting to go down yet. He hadn't expected her to beg like that—not for more, and certainly not for that. But there she was, her legs spread wide, her body still quivering from the last round, begging for Aaron to take her in a way he never had.
"You want me to stretch that tight little hole while your fiancé watches?"
"Yes," Thea moaned, arching her back. "Please, Aaron. I need it. I need your cock in my ass."
Roy swallowed hard, his own cock twitching at the sheer depravity of it all. He couldn't believe what he was hearing—what he was seeing. Thea, his prim and proper fiancée, reduced to a whimpering mess under Aaron's touch. And yet, he couldn't look away.
Aaron grabbed a bottle of lube from the nearby table, slicking up his massive cock until it gleamed in the sunlight. He spread Thea's legs wider, positioning himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. "Relax," he murmured, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight hole. "This is gonna stretch you real good."
Thea gasped as he pushed in, inch by agonizing inch. Her toes curled, her nails digging into the lounge chair beneath her as she felt herself being stretched wider than she'd ever been before. "Ohmygod," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "It's so fucking big. It's—fuck—it's too big."
"Sorry, Roy," Aaron said, and the remark caught him off-guard. "She plays a big game but she can only take twelve inches of my dick."
"R-right. Twelve inches."
Almost double that of Roy. The sidekick nodded mutely, his hand unconsciously moving to his own cock again as he watched Aaron thrust into Thea's ass. Seven inches. All of Roy was inside her and he still had more.
He couldn't believe how into it she was—the way her body shook, the way she moaned Aaron's name like it was the only word she knew.
"Aaaron…Aaroooonn…"
Was she doing this for Roy and his fetish?
"Aaarooon~!!!"
His hips snapped forward with brutal force, never able to give all fourteen inches but still giving plenty. Thea cried out, her legs jerking. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until they were practically screams. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that! Ohmygod, Aaron, you're so big. You're so fucking big!"
"So big…!"
Roy grunted with jealousy. Jealousy because he knew he could never give her that kind of pleasure, and arousal because…well, fuck, who wouldn't be turned on by this?
This was Hedonism II. Indeed, not just Roy, but others were jacking off to this. Thrane approached, arms crossed and fully erect. It wasn't him but his friend who spoke.
"Damn, mon. How you do dat? How you make her scream like dat?"
Cursory mind-reading told Aaron he was a Jamaican sprinter and a silver-medalist in the Olympics. He had a decent dick, an incher longer than Roy's though vastly skinnier. Aaron slowed his pace just enough to talk without losing rhythm. "It's all about control," he explained, his hands gripping Thea's hips tighter. "You grab her by the ass, you're essentially going for the angles. You grab her by the hips, it's generally speed." Well, some of these principles really didn't apply to him since he had the Speed Force. As a normal human, however, he still had his tips and tricks. "Watch this."
He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in twelve inches—once, twice, three times in two seconds, making Thea scream as her body jolted forward. He didn't put all twelve inches. "See? You gotta give it to her hard. Make her forget about everything but your cock. Make your balls smack. Well, in your case anyway, not mine."
He pulled out enough of his dick to smack her ass.
"This chick can't take my full dick."
The Jamaican sprinter nodded. Thrane and his cohorts were glued to the scene, to Aaron fucking this random bruntette with ruthless precision. Roy couldn't help but notice how they were all utterly captivated by Aaron's skill—how they hung on his every word as if he were some kind of sex god.
He didn't even notice as Trane Walker went around and slung an arm around Roy. "Well, your girl was gonna get her guts rearranged at some point. It was either us or him."
"..."
Five big dick athletes gangbanging your girl versus the biggest cock in the world.
Which was worse? Which was better? For this cuck, it was Aaron.
When Thea finally passed out and experienced what was her seventy-third orgasm, she passed out and Roy had to carry her to a resting area. Selina giggled when Aaron's cock was fully and completely unveiled to everyone. A hand on his hip, he didn't beckon. He didn't speak.
He grabbed a towel and began patting himself dry with the detached calm of a monk.
Within seconds, two became four. Then eight. Then a dozen. Women migrated across the pool deck like moths to a porch light, forming an almost perfect semi-circle around Aaron. Some sipped drinks, others leaned on railings, and a few outright bit their lips as though trying—and failing—to keep themselves in check.
The men noticed, of course. How could they not?
A pack of NBA players were the first to react. Towering men, all six-foot-seven and above, with shoulders like steel beams and diamond watches that could blind a man at noon. They were used to being the alphas in any room, any country, any planet. And yet, there they were—left out of focus while their wives and girlfriends drifted toward Aaron like hypnotized schoolgirls.
One NBA wife tossed her ring back to her husband. "I'll see you later, honey~!"
"Aisha, wait—!" Nope, she was gone. "Man, this is some bullsh—"
A drop of cum fell from the tip of his fourteen inch dick. Every single bitch surrounded him. This was going to be one hell of an evening.