Kiss her and do it

Their lips connected. He kissed her, the ethical dilemma shoved to the back of his mind.

"O-oh." Claire's eyes were hazy as they parted. It was sweet and short, just as she deserved. "W-wow. That was…my first."

This time, it wasn't guilt that motivated him. It was the desire to give this virgin a good time. He smiled down at her. "Did you like it?"

"Mhm." She nodded shyly and without breaking eye contact. "I liked it a lot."

Tension lit up. Sparks flew between them as they closed the gap and made out. Aaron took the lead and placed his hand on Claire's cheek, his touch soft and reverent, while Claire's fingers roughly brushed through his hair, pulling him closer. Inexperience plagued her. Her tongue lashed with the power of youth, attempting to mangle his gums and steal his saliva. The transfer was accepted only because he felt her strength growing.

Lips parted again, strings connecting. Dancing their eyes was a liberated anticipation, an intoxicated lust waiting to be unleashed. They went at each other again and held nothing back. Claire managed to push him down, straddling him as she kissed him deeply. Meanwhile, his strong hands lifted her shirt and pulled down her pants. She helped kick them off, uncaring. No bra, no panties, nothing was worn underneath. She was as free as a bird in her home, just as he expected. He peppered kisses all over her, from her neck, shoulders, down to her stomach. Her B-cup breasts were nice and round, average but perky and alive. He sucked on them and caused her to gasp and moan. Her hands on his head, she resisted but also granted the pleasure.

"Y-you're really–aah~!" A gasp. Moans. He suckled on her nipples. Light and pink, he could feel her going damp and dripping with her juices. His fingers massaged her pussylips. Another hiccup escaped her. This time, she slapped a hand on her mouth. "O-oh my gosh…!"

His tongue flicked up and down, its wet warmth supplying her with pleasure she had never experienced in her life. He switched from the right nipple to the left, while also making sure to finger her. He traced her clit and then pressed on it teasingly, with a gentle temptation. Claire began to tremble. She held onto his shoulders tightly and bit him in order to find some solace in the overwhelming sensation.

She was so fucking wet. So wet. And she continued to drip and leak, his pants becoming stained. So when she came, she came hard. Quenching his fingers, gasping and staring into the ceiling as she saw stares. "A-Aaron…! Aaron~!" She called his name and rode out her intense orgasm. She breathed. Exhaled. Caught herself.

Her blue eyes settled down at him. Hunger lingered. She wasn't satisfied by mere fingers. Slowly, like a predator, she smiled and pushed him down once more. She crawled down till she was nestled between his legs. She unzipped. She pulled his boxers down. Twang! His semi-erect cock popped out. However, unlike the women in the past, the college girl was unfazed as if she had seen it before–probably because she had.

"I love penises," Claire suddenly declared. Her cheek nuzzled his shaft, her touch engorging it. "I just love them. I love looking at them, I love smelling them." Her nose went in circles and whiffed the pungent smell of tangy masculinity. Clean, exotic undertones with a pinch of a hypnotic musk.

Her tongue was tentative. Unsure. The wetness traced over the unready veins and convinced it to throb, growing harder and harder, longer and longer. There was a glint in her eyes, like a mad scientist watching their experiments come to life. "I've always wanted to do this," Claire said, before plopping his half soft cock into her mouth. It was casual and innocent. Cute, even. She warmed his cock and he grew harder and harder. Given the rising angle, she pulled herself up and started to please his cockhead.

Her head went in circles, her tongue acting in tandem. She wasn't especially skilled but she had clearly trained for this. She took in two inches before stopping to gag. Again, inexperience reeked from her. Still, he observed. He wanted her to try. He wanted to see the efforts and ability of a faux Kryptonian.

Aaron let out a small groan. The sound of his voice encouraged her to do better. She went deeper. Her throat lodged more of his cock. His length kept hardening and growing until finally all the inches sheathed inside her were unleashed. Over a foot long, protruding out like a third arm. Claire backed away, bewildered.

"I…I saw with my…X-ray vision but…it somehow looks bigger in person." His mushroom cock twitched angrily. Its beige colour was calm and cool yet the pink tip invoked a sense of aggression. It was his most sensitive zone. She drew close to it and licked the ridge of his glans again. He twitched again. She continued to experiment and please him, watching his subconscious reactions.

A bead of white appeared. She lapped it up the instant it arrived. The plain smile on her face told him what he needed. "Mm! Tastes better too! You know, I once scanned most of the males in Gotham City and none of them are as big as you. Your penis is my favourite!"

"Thank you," Aaron replied, smiling, "but you probably shouldn't be doing that. It's an invasion of privacy."

"W-wait, I was really young back then! Sixteen, right when I got my powers! I was young and dumb and I accidentally, ya know…"

He put his arms behind his head and chuckled "I'm joking."

"O-oh." Blushing, she pouted and made her cheeks go round. "Y-you'll pay for that."

"Go for it…if you can do it."

A hand wrapped around his girth. The space between fingers astonished Claire and her resolve to prove him wrong crumbled. She blinked and laughed good-naturedly. "W-wow, really thick too, huh?" A laugh was shared between them. The absurdity of his size was not something they could simply forget, especially as it stood so tall and proud. She stroked him with the technique of an amateur and quickly added her second hand. The journey up and down was egregious and smooth and he pulsated in anticipation. He wanted more. He needed more.

Claire probably couldn't deepthroat him or give a decent handjob. It was up to Aaron to lead. He picked himself up and kissed Claire on the lips. The warmth of his cock poked her stomach as he leaned forward and took control. Soon, she was on her back, his big fat dick laying on her. The heat, the pulses, the veins, Claire gulped as she peered down at it. All of a sudden, the couch felt so small and compact.

"G-go slow, please." Aaron would oblige her request. His plan was to hypnotize her, yes, but only temporarily. Once he gave her the time of her life, he would order to never, ever spy on him or consider telling anyone of anything he did. For now, he would act as the good, sexy neighbour of her dreams and take her virginity.

Nodding, he drew back and adjusted his dick between her legs. The thick girthy head already seemed like too much. On her best day, she might have been able to handle him better but today was not that day. Today, she was underpowered and half-suited to handling the sheer stretching he was going to give her. A moan erupted as soon as he touched her pussylips. She was unexpectedly sensitive. He went inside.

"O-oh~! Sheesh! O-okay! I can…do this…!" Claire held her breath but twitched and withered anyway. Inches upon inches disappeared into her. Her altered biology seemed to make her a perfect cock sleeve. She took and took. Her lips stretched around his insane girth. Her walls clamped down on him. She moaned again and again. Nonstop. Unrelenting. At some point, it became crescendo.

"A-Aaron! Aaron~! Aaroooon~! Aaaaaroooon~!"

She called his name like it meant everything to her. ****, wanting, but also caringly. He was about eight inches in when he decided to pull back and give her a breather. She panted and brought back as much air as she could. She suddenly seemed dishevelled, her short hair springing tiny locks of hair in erratic directions.

The return process began. Claire gasped and asked for his hands. He granted her that and removed his grip on her thighs. Their hands locked, he came closer and closer, the inches disappearing. Then, finally, it was done. He was completely inside her.

"Does it feel good?" Aaron asked. Claire heaved and groaned before replying.

"Y-yes! Yes! Yeees~♡! I love you! I love youuuu~♡!"

The humble tap to her womb had sent shivers and orgasms down her soul. She was twitched and fluids secreted from her and onto his cock. Her walls tightened as if wanting to remove this intruder. Aaron actually winced. She was getting tighter and tighter and tighter–

'Fuck. What the hell is this? She's…' Her pussy seemed to be sucking the life out of him. 'She's the tightest I've ever been in! And it's not because she's a virgin! She's—fuck!'

Claire didn't notice his turmoil, too engulfed by the warmth in her womb. It was like her very soul was being warmed and pleasured, like a piece inside her was finally fitting. A cock. The missing cock. Aaron peered down at her and understood what was happening. It was a common phenomena, the feeling of physical fulfilment transforming into spiritual completeness. He didn't know whether it was correct, but all he knew was that this pussy could be the **** of him if he wasn't careful. Her strength was capable of levelling cities. Her gorilla-grip cunt was representative of that.

"Get ready," Aaron warned. Too busy in the haze of obsession, Claire nodding along ignorantly. Her lips were open, exhaling as she simply basked in the weight of his massive cock. Aaron noticed she didn't really listen. He didn't care.

He jackhammered her.

Pure strength, raw speed, a touch of skill, and an inkling of his powers. Her mouth flew open. Gasps escaped her with every relentless pound. Faster, faster, faster, he went. Her legs, which were pointed upwards, were gripped and used as horns to fuck her brains out. Her walls clenched onto his length as it drove in and out, in and out.

Faster, faster, faster.

Claire couldn't react. Her small tits jiggled. Her eyes became wet with joyous tears. Supreme happiness. The Garden of Eden. It felt like the lonely college student had reached a higher level of euphoria. Her x-ray vision spasmed and she started seeing into the upper levels of the building.

He didn't stop jackhammering her.

Orgasms upon orgasms shook her body. She was rocked from the bottom-up. Her eyes rolled back. A long, guttural moan came out of her. "Oooooh~! Aaaaaaroooooon~!" He stretched her as he went for different angles, adjusting his thrusts just slightly enough to tap into sensitive zones that didn't even exist. Regions that couldn't possibly have been fucked with any other cock.

Gotham Girl, the most powerful woman in the city, was getting screwed silly. She came, she came, she came–

"Oh! Oh~! Ah! Oh~! Ah! Oh~! Oh~♡! Oh~♡! Ah! Oh~♡! Ah! Ah~♡! Ah! Oh~♡! Oh! Oh~♡!" Her pupils seemed to be in the shape of a heart, reflecting his face lovingly like he was the light of her world, like he was the sun that powered her. His cock was like a conductor, an amplification for all the good things in the world. "Love! Love~♡! Love it~♡! Love! It~♡! Love! You~♡!"

When he came, it was like judgement day. The end of the sun. The end of her bliss. The end of her addicting ecstasy–the **** that was his cock.

He unplugged his cock from her cunt and allowed a swarm of cock to flood. The couch was seemingly ruined as it travelled down to the side, down to the floor. The viscous white cream spread, spread, spread. Luckily, he didn't need to clean. He wasn't agitated or twitchy; he watched his own seed drench the world because now he could make it disappear with a snap of the finger. Besides his cock which spurted out the last specks of cum, there was peace and tranquillity in him. A completeness.

His life was perfect. No loose ends, no surprises.