Time for a new Dick

Aaron chuckled. There was no use denying it. There was a reason Barbara sent Cassandra outside and it wasn't just for the mission.

"Wanna fuck?" he asked.

She sucked in a breath. "God–YES!"

He dashed towards her and crashed his lips into hers. Barbara on the table, Aaron standing, while surrounded by **** crime lords. This was easily the worst place to have sex but neither of them could stop. They were already getting handsy with each other.

"Oh!" Barbara gasped. A hand between her legs, his finger teased her wet folds. Up, down, gentle yet accurate. "Y-you…you're quite experienced, huh?"

Her nails scratched his back and she threw her head backwards, engulfed in the whims of his fingers. She spread her strong, thick legs.

"G-god! Oh my gosh~!" Her voice cracked and went into a high-pitch. Her clit pinched, followed up by a smooth outline of her labia, she convulsed and sighed in relief. "Y-your fingers are…"

Nimble? Godly? Aaron settled with, "Amazing?"

"I've had amazing experiences before but this is…more…mmmph!" Barbara slapped her hand over her mouth and stifled a shameless moan. "I–ooh~! I'm u-usually not like this! I-it's hard! It's supposed to be hard for me to cum!"

"Why is that?" Aaron asked. He flicked a third finger. A gasp. "See? It doesn't matter if your spine was damaged, you can still be my little slut."

"Y-yes!" Barbara heaved, her bosom expanding close to his lips. "I'm your little slut! Your little Bat Whore!"

"Creative. I like it." He pulled his drenched fingers as well as his body. "Now how about you show me just how much you appreciate being my little whore."

"Y-yes!" Barbara slid off the table and dropped down to her knees. Her hands snaked up his leg and stroked his thick cock. "Are penises supposed to come this size…? It's so thick and long."

"How about you give it a little life," Aaron suggested, gripping her pointy bat ears. Fuck, he had always wanted to hold those things. With Barbara wearing the cowl while stripped, he could fulfil the lifelong male fantasy.

"S-sure."

Intimidated yet resolute, her hands began serving him. She wasn't nearly as skilled as he had hoped but her desperation and vigour made up for it. Smooth strokes going up and down, fingers encircling and pumping sensually. She was scanning for sensitive zones.

From his thigh, from her efforts, blood flowed. Barbara held her breath as she watched it rise higher and higher. Every time she thought it would stop growing, it continued. It was nothing like she had seen in the past. It was a cock of unparalleled proportions.

"W-wow…" Barbara, in spite of her astonishment, maintained her strokes. Jerking him off like a small amateur pornstar taking on a behemoth of a cock. Except Barbara was not a small woman in the slightest. Five-foot-eleven, she towered over the average Gotham male. Her hands weren't huge but they were certainly not average for a woman.

Yet she felt small. Humbled.

His cock extended over her lips, past the ears of her cowl, and up into her beautiful hair.

Eventually, through trial and error, she found his weak area in the portion of his glans. The mushroom-like head's ridges were like a recipe for intense throbbing and pre-cum.

"How long has it been since you've seen a dick?" Aaron asked, noticing her eager movements. "A month? Two months?"

"Nearly a year and a half. I haven't been with anyone. Not since Dick broke up with me."

The irony wasn't lost on him. "Dick's dick?"

"Mhm." Barbara bit the bottom of her lip. Aaron and the famed Nightwing shared identical body types, from their lean arms, sculpted upper bodies, toned torsos, to their V-cuts. They were not twins, however: her ex-boyfriend being broader and overall thicker. A difference in lifestyle and training rather than a conscious difference. Aaron could very easily achieve Nightwing's attractive, female-drawn physique if he tried.

In Barbara's opinion, however, Aaron didn't need to. While they shared many physical features, there was a huge distinction in one area of the body, past the muscles and V-line, the most standout aspect of the male biology: their manhoods. Despite the twin lines pointing to their family jewels, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Barbara was looking at completely different organs. While Dick Grayson stood at a respectable seven inches, a rock hard phallus worthy of the playboy, Aaron was slinging nine inches soft, not to mention he was significantly thicker.

The craziest contrast was the balls. Dick's nutsack was average but packed quite the punch. Aaron on the other hand? It looked and seemed like it packed a punch. Literally, his testicles were the size of fists. Strangely enough, it wasn't ridiculous. It wasn't too baggy, too tight or wrinkly–it was a perfect pouch that wasn't bigger than it should have been. It was beyond porn but it wasn't freakish or cartoony.

"Amazing…" Barbara muttered.