Nude colony

Among the Bahamas, there was Cat Island. Among Cat Island, there was the Colony. A colony of nudists. He instructed Lady Shiva to help Elizabeth set up shop at her home in the Colony. Talia stayed in the plane and was watching over Selina. Why? Because he fucked her pussy so hard she couldn't stay on her legs.

Meanwhile, Aaron would go looking for Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. While he was at it, why not enjoy the show.

"Woah! What the fuck!?"

"That's way too big…"

"Shh! He'll hear you!"

Aaron heard the voices. Intrigued, he looked around and found a group of local behind him. Three men, four women, their jaws dropped to the floor. He turned before anything could happen and washed his front.

A minute later, he could hear someone approaching him. They were giggling incessantly and were going back and forth with someone. It became too loud for him to ignore.

It was a black chick and a member of the locals he saw before. Tall and beautiful, her long red hair went down her back and she had a spectacular pair of tits.

"Hey there, big guy." She giggled as her eyes darted down. "How're ya doin'?"

"I'm good." Aaron looked her up and down. Very nice tits, indeed–soft, supple, and cuppable. A smooth hourglass figure. "How about you?"

"Uh…" A hand hovered over her mouth, covering her laugh and wide smile. "...yeah. Wow. Just wanna say…amazing cock." Aaron blinked, doing his best not to react. She continued, "Like, I don't think I've seen one that big. It's gargantuan."

"Thanks," he replied, pointing his face elsewhere. It was then that the rest of her crew appeared. The women led the charge, power walking with a sway to their hips, whilst the men remained one step behind.

Their whispers were hushed yet rowdy. Like a crowd of gossiping ladies just waiting for something to happen.

And boy did something happen.

Surprised by their voices, Aaron quickly turned around. His cock fucking soared, slinging around him like a rubber band. Flesh against flesh, there was a terrific clap, a hardy thwack that pulled everybody to an abrupt stop. The men, the women–each and every one of them were astounded by the monstrous feat. Like mice, they watched as his member sprang off one thigh and went to the other, the riveting claps only serving to make their jaws drop.

Aaron winced. 'That was not what I wanted.'

The woman in the middle–a big-titty, high-ponytail woman with a septum piercing was the first to recover.

"Holy fuck, it's wayyyy bigger up close!"

The ladies in their perfect, porn-like hourglass figures jiggled and trembled, and burst into a frenzy.

"Oh my goddd."

"Shut uppp!"

They elbowed and lightly shoved each other, shaking with laughter and delight, yet none of them denied the statement. It was true in a factual sense, but also entertaining. Their boobs were hypnotic and Aaron's eyes momentarily flickered up and down before returning to the sand below. The men chuckled awkwardly, feet shifting nervously. Anyone could see how unnerved they were.

"Hey, hey, can we take a picture," the lady with the septum piercing asked, giggling. It was a non-serious proposition, likely intended as a joke. But Aaron couldn't bring himself to say no.

"Sure."

"Yay!" They squealed. One of them even jumped. The men still looked uncomfortable and did not move from their spots as they approached him.

"C'mon, Landigo," the septum-pierced woman said. "You come here, too."

"I'm good, love. No thanks."

The tall bald black guy. Aaron recognized him. He was Landigo Rodman, the legendary porn star, the face of BBCs. He and Cassandra saw his video a long time ago. The tapes were pretty good, but looking down, he was smaller than Aaron expected.

'I heard porn makes it look bigger, but to this extent?'

What Aaron was looking at right now was the equivalent of an ingrown banana. It hung down about five inches, curved to the left slightly and uncut. On his six-foot-three tall body, it seemed appropriate. Like a healthy tree accompanied by fully-grown apples, it was what Aaron (and many others) expected from a man of his physical calibre. In other words, it did not live up to expectations. There was nothing mind-blowing about it. Nothing that made people want to scream. It was just there to make people smile. If it was an actual banana, then maybe it would have done more.

Compared to Aaron, he was nothing. Barely a foot-note.

His friends were the same. Three inches, at best, although they appeared to be quite thick. Aaron surmised they must have been pornstars too.

"What? Don't be a pussy." The septum-pierced woman scoffed, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Or what? You scared of the big boy over here?"

"Oooh~!" The girls snickered, making a tiny-penis sign. That was when Aaron noticed the flowers on their ears. The septum-eared lady and the two that joined her had a flamingo lily on their left ears; a prescribed tradition in Hawaii, meant to be worn by married women. The high-ponytail lady–the big tits that initially approached him–had a flower on her right ear. Someone searching for love.

Aaron's dick twitched a little.

"Oh, shut up!" Irritated, Landigo stomped to his girlfriend's side. The ladies continued giggling as the other two boyfriends arrived. Ashamed and a blushing mess, and certainly unable to respond in the presence of a man infinitely better than them in their own talents.

They had a nearby couple take the photo for them. A fat man with a micropenis and his trophy wife. The blonde sent the black ladies a knowing look, giggling incessantly as she took the photo.

The bachelor girl clung to him to his right, while the septum girl took to his left. The other ladies pouted, jealous of their close proximity, and chose to surround them. The men were left to stand at the ends, like an afterthought. Landigo sneered. He was the man that was supposed to get all the attention. The star that captured women with one small glance at his cock. Not someone else. Not some white boy.

Their arms slithered around their waists, like a tightly-knit row of stitches. However, the frowns on the black men could not be missed.

The three men had very dark complexions. Landigo was the lightest, interestingly enough, a medium brown glistening and burnt from the summer heat. The bubbly ladies were also quite dark, fulfilling some sort of ebony fetish as they looked and took frivolous peeks at the white man.

Black man, black woman, black woman, black woman, white man, black woman, black woman, black woman, black man, black man.

It was picture perfect. The blonde lady at the camera grinned.

Aaron was like a gourmet meal, delicious to look at in every aspect. A handsome man whose cock rode down his thigh at a shade marginally darker than the rest of his body. Who put the black pornstars to shame with his softie; made them reconsider their positions and confidence.

"Say cheese!"

"Cheese!"

That was the fourth photo. They switched up again. This time, rather than be surrounded by women, he was surrounded by men. The ladies probably wanted to compare them side-by-side. The boyfriends could say nothing except oblige their request.

They weren't exactly comfortable with one another, loosely holding onto each other's waists. Instinctively, Aaron glanced down at their ivory rods, noting that they were uncircumcised, unlike himself.

All three black men combined couldn't match him. They could not beat the raw numbers he outputted. And they knew that.

"Let's go."

The fat old man hushed away his wife, not enjoying the smiles and stares she was sending towards Aaron. 'You guys shouldn't be ashamed. I mean, just look at that old man,' Aaron thought, silently comparing. It was night and day, literally. Clearly, the old white fart got his wife through his great wealth and not his penis or skills in bed. Too fat, too small, and utterly incapable–that was the vibe Aaron got from him. His trophy wife barely seemed to listen to him too.

Sure, compared to Aaron, the young males might have seemed lacking but reality could be altered. Perspective mattered. For all intents and purposes, they were above average. There was no shame in that. Unfortunately, judging by their scowls, they would never believe that. 'Oh well, it's their insecurities. They'll be the ones who have to deal with it.'

It took a long while before the porn ladies left him too. They asked for his number, which he hesitantly gave, and then left after their boyfriends insisted. Landigo threw him a nasty glare as he carried his girlfriend away.

He decided to use his super sight to find Harley and Ivy. No wasting time. He scoped the island and found them at a cottage…arguing.

Great.

He didn't want to get in the middle of whatever that was so he decided to loiter a little longer. Enjoy himself. He sensed Selina moving from the faraway plane and smiled. With her, nothing was boring.