Black Lightning & White Lightning

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.

Lynn was an attractive black lady 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.'