Breaking Helena Bertinelli

He didn't even have to issue a command.

Helena Bertinelli, the dumb whore, had been eyeing since she caught sight of him. In fact, the one who initiated was her, not him. They kissed and roamed each other's clothed figures until they reached his room. She was five-foot-eleven, the same height as him, exceptionally tall for a woman. It seemed being the aggressor wasn't new to her as her hands settled on his torso.

"I'm so fucking wet."

Without warning, Aaron was shoved onto the bed, a gesture he allowed. Helena approached him like a predator seeking their prey. He blinked and saw that she was already kneeling down with her tongue out, her eyes nothing but a crazed mist of lust and carnal desire.

"You're thinking what I'm thinking, right sir?" Her smile spread lecherously. "Let's do it then. Let's fuck. You've been giving me the 'fuck-me' eyes the entire day." Her fingers brushed his fly. Goosebumps went down his leg, accompanied by a daunting realization.

He wasn't wearing any boxers.

He had forgotten. This morning, Lady Shiva had woken him up with a blowjob. She found it annoying to constantly have to strip down his underwear. It wasted time. It got in the way of his fat cock. Aaron obliged mostly because he didn't want her to rip apart another pair of boxers.

"I wanna see your cock," Helena said shamelessly. The sound of her dragging his zipper down was resonating through his body. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

There was a bounce. Following that, a shriek.

"Oh my god!"

He opened an eye. Helena's face was almost completely obscured by his sleeping giant. He couldn't tell what expression she was making but it was easy to imagine.

"Oh my god!" Her voice cracked. For some reason, she was just letting his cock rest on her face. Breathing in its musk, taking in the deep veins cocooning it. "It's...it's so big."

Aaron chuckled. Lady Shiva, Zatanna, Cassandra every woman he ever hooked up with said the same words.

"It's so much bigger than…" Helena broke into silence, the room heavy with her restless breathing. Aaron still couldn't see her face. He assumed her jaw was stuck to the floor. "Jesus. I didn't think I'd ever encounter a monster cock..."

Her whimper was loaded with undisguised bewilderment. The difference between him and her previous lovers must have been insane to entice this kind of response. Helena was a tall woman, meeting eye-to-eye with Aaron, so her perspective on size wasn't warped either. Her remarks were objective.

"You're so thick...twice as thick as…." Her fingers slid down his shaft, tracing the limp member's significant length. "And so long...you're so soft and massive." Her throat went dry.

He was about nine inches, soft. A majority of men couldn't reach that size with surgery and penis enlargements.

"Are you going to suck it?" Aaron asked. "Or is it too tough a task?"

"Suck it?" Helena laughed and snorted. "No, no, no. I am going to fuck it! I want that thing hard by the time I'm done stripping!"

Cackling, she bounced off of him and started to peel her pantsuit off. She tossed her blazer aside and shamelessly exposed her titties. Her tongue rolled across her lips, she took off her panties. He could already see the slit of her cunt.

"No panties?" he asked.

"No fucking way. Not at a party like this," Helena replied, kicking the formal pants off. "I need to get fucked!"

Quick and impatient, that was the vibe she was radiating. Aaron didn't mind. He wasn't in the mood for a particularly long session either. Tomorrow was Sunday and he had to make time for Chloe.

Unveiling her hard toned belly, her flared hips, and her round boobs, he exhaled. You would think he was adjusted to the sight of Gotham beauties. But no. Each had their own unique flares and features, like Helena who had a beauty mark at the top of her D-cup breasts. It added character.

In particular, when her breasts came together to hold his limp cock. Immediately, he stirred. Helena smirked and dragged her tongue across her glans. Her velvety brown eyes were transfixed on him and scanned him for a reaction.

A smile from Aaron. "Do you usually let people fuck you this easily?"

"You're handsome, you've got a big dick, what are you complaining for?" Helena asked cockily. After that, her mouth eloped around his glans. Slurp, slurp, slurp. Aaron found himself smiling in delight. Helena wasn't nearly as skilled as Lady Shiva or Cassandra. The smoothness of her hands jerking off the base of his cock and the siphoning of his cockhead was identical to a porn star's. Her technique was reminiscent of Vicki Vale.

Visually, it was stunning. Quality-wise, it was masterful but not godlike.

"Not bad," Aaron praised, "but I've had better."

"Ooh." Helena split from his throbbing member. No lipstick judging by the clear saliva connecting them. "You're quite the motivator. Let me guess, Cassandra? I bet that slut has got some crazy handjob skills."

He got irritated at her comment. Really, REALLY irritated. "She's not a slut."

The Huntress froze from the growl of his response. "Huh?"

All of a sudden, in a burst of speed that the Huntress couldn't cope with, she was on her back. The soft sensation of the bed hit her hard. She blinked up at the man above her.

That was when she felt it. Something rubbing between her inner thighs. She knew exactly what it was yet when she looked down to see it her expression couldn't help but brighten.

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes!"

It was an angry red mushroom-shaped head. A phallus of unparalleled size.

He smirked and tempted her with a good time. Key word: tempted. "Don't you have somewhere to go?" he asked.

He was playing hard to get. He also wondered if she was attending private celebration down in the Bat Cave–

"Fuck that! Fuck that! Gimme that cock! Fuck my womb! Fuck my shit up!"

'I guess she couldn't care less.'

She was absolutely drenched. He had rarely seen a cunt this sopping wet. He figured Helena had a higher sex drive than most of the women he fucked. Before she could urge him to shove that gorgeous member inside her, Aaron thrusted a finger into her cunt and taunted, "Who's the slut now?"

"S-shut up–!" Helena cut herself with a whorish moan. He was massaging her clitoris, expertly sliding his finger up and down, back and forth across her clitoris and clitoral hood. "O-oh god, keep that up!"

He applied some pressure, flattening it, causing another unwanting moan to erupt. Aaron stopped for a moment and glanced at the hidden camera at the corner of his room. By now, Bruce's little party was underway. There was no way he could be watching.

It didn't hurt to be careful though. Word for word, syllable for syllable, he copied Zatanna's spell.

"Esare lla egatoof fo su gnivah xes dna ecalper eht egatoof htiw lausac snoitcaretni neewteb eh dna I… od eht emas htiw eht spateriw dna lla rehto secived…"

He spoke in a low mutter. However, the world could sense his demands and shifted accordingly. Helena didn't notice, too deep in the sea of sexual pleasure. She wasn't able to recover until ten seconds after the matter.

"D-damn, where did you learn this?" she asked, panting.

Aaron stepped back. While Helena lay on the bed, he was standing, his cock outstretched. Helena held her breath.

"God, you're so big," she murmured, the folds of her pussy bending around his sturdy girth. Her chest heaved up and down as he inserted his length. Every inch sent a spark of pain and pleasure, and Helena felt like her pussy was being molded. Stretched so that no other cock would be able to pleasure it.

Seeing her face twist in pleasure, the male chef laughed. He was resolved to keep himself steady and slow, but seeing her like this, seeing the usually composed Helena break down...he wanted more. He wanted to break her.

"Sorry," he whispered into her ear before leaning back to his full height. Aaron grabbed her hips, steadied their stand-and-deliver position, and rammed his cock in. All thirteen and a half inches.

Helena gasped.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, gooooddd!" she screamed in pure ecstasy, her mind catching up to the fact that her womb had just been broken. "It's so deep! It's so deep!"

Aaron remained sheathed inside her, unmoving. Helena, however, had lost her mind.

"Aaron fucking Reigner, your cock! Your cock! It's so big! It's so much bigger! I can't believe…" An orgasm, the most intense orgasm of her life, and she got the wind knocked out of her. A second later, she recovered and her ravings continued. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My womb! You broke it! It's so fucking deep, I can feel in my fucking womb! Your massive fucking cock! Ungh!"

"I'm going to start moving," he said, unfazed. Indeed, he was used to this kind of reaction. And everytime, it ended the same. Someone at the complete mercy of his cock. He might as well enjoy himself to the fullest if that happened.

Rather than plainly moving, Aaron started thrusting. Fast, without mercy, and feverishly. He didn't even give Helena a chance to properly adjust to his size. He simply began using her pussy like a self-pleasuring toy. He didn't want to be cruel, he only wanted to feel some pleasure of his own.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! It's so deep! Aaron!"

He knew she couldn't hear him so he said casually, "Superheroine pussy sure is tight."

He wasn't just fucking her fast, he was fucking her hard. Faster and harder than she had ever been fucked before. The bed squeaked. It shook.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

She was so wet and slippery, it was insane. Yet at the same time, her walls clamped down on him as if to try and slow him down. But Helena didn't know who she was dealing with. She didn't know who she had been seducing.

"Ngh!" Aaron pulled out six inches, a little less than half of his length, before plunging it back in. Helena let out a squeal that was sure to echo through the manor if not for the blaring party. That amount of cock was something she thought was impossible yet here Aaron was effortlessly slinging it around. Eventually, he slowed down and turned his head to the door. He sensed a presence behind–

Suddenly, he felt a pair of legs wrap around his waist and pull him in further. That genuinely caught him by surprise. He glanced down to see Helena who was slowly blinking away the bliss of his cock. "Helena…? You're conscious?"

With the number of orgasms she had experienced, that should have been nigh-impossible.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me already!"

"Ah…!" He was caught off guard with how she reeled him in even further, causing his hips to slam the desk. His pelvis clanged against the soft bed–then he gasped as her pussy tightened up a notch. "Ngh…!"

"So good! So good! So good! It's fucking amazing!"

Although they had only been fucking for five minutes now, he found himself on the cup of an intense orgasm. He tried controlling his breathing but Helena's pussy just kept getting tighter and tighter. The soft walls sliding across his shaft were getting him closer to release.

"Helena, I'm about to...I'm about to cum!"

"Inside, inside!" Helena Bertinelli moaned. "Fucking creampie me! Fucking fill my womb!"

Helena moaned and groaned but she didn't let out even a squeak. Too busy in his orgasm, he didn't notice this and continued creampieing his student like some stupid whore.

He let out a sigh of relief, satisfied that he could let loose like this. It was then, however, he noticed the drops of cum leaking from her pussy. He was still cumming and he saw a pool of thick white being formed on the floor, along a trail of stick fluids hanging off the bed. It was a nightmare.

But...he couldn't stop cumming. He couldn't stop nutting in her.

Another guttural moan.

Eventually, he stopped. His cum dribbled off into tiny drips and soon nothing. He panted, holding onto Helena's sides less for her and more for himself. Once he steadied himself, he looked the high school girl over.

She was a mess, to say the least. Tears trickled down her face, drool was leaking copiously from her mouth, and her eyes were rolled back. Her legs, somehow still wrapped around him, occasionally twitched.

In spite of who started it, it ended the same way with every woman he fucked.

Her cunt clenched around him tightly as he pulled out. Like molten strings of cheese, her hot wet juices refused to break from his withdrawn cock. Aaron chuckled.

"And she was calling Cass a slut."

The Huntress had been hunted. Drooling, fucked silly, and grumbling moans like a porn star. Her brain was too scattered to conjure up a snide comment.