Fucking Black Canary like crazy

Oliver Queen was in the kitchen, nude and making food. Approximately an hour had passed since Aaron fucked Dinah’s anus and came in it. Oliver was hungry and he was sure they would be too at some point so he started cooking.

“Bucatini pasta,” Oliver told himself. “But how much sauce…?”

His attention suddenly shifted when he heard a loud moan. Following that, footsteps. Someone was coming down but who?

Squelch! Squelch!

Who else could it be but the stumbling big titty Black Canary. She was gasping and had a hand to the wall to balance herself. Her eyes were glued down too. She looked drunk out of her damn mind. Tripping and smacking the paintings and furniture.

“Nghhh~!”

That wasn’t the case though. She was drunk but not by ****. No, she was drunk from cock addiction. All her holes were filled. Her pussy, her asshole, and her throat. All of it had been ravaged by Aaron Reigner.

Gasping, smiling, legs trembling, Dinah walked down the stairs and to the kitchen—to her future husband. Oliver smiled and waved her over. “Dinah, you’re back!

Toned legs, long and muscular, powered her every jump and sprint. Her hips flared out smoothly from her narrow waist, leading to a firm, rounded backside, sculpted from years of work as a superhero. His legendary fiancée who many wished they could fuck in their dreams.

She was nude. She was brimmed with the cum of another man. She managed to look up and smile when she reached the kitchen and put a hand on the counter. “A-Aaron is taking a shower,” she explained. “S-so I came here for a drink.”

“Ha, fair enough. Want juice or something else? I always stock up everything here.” Oliver went over to the fridge and opened it up. Dinah limped over, a hand remaining on the counter. When it came to part away from the counter and head toward the refrigerator—

“Ah!”

Dinah stumbled over. She nearly went splat until her instincts kicked in and her arms kept her up. All of a sudden, she was eye level with her fiancé's cock. She blinked. Eight inches long, it might have impressed some women. “Heh.” But not to a woman that had been fucked by Aaron. Rather than go wide-eyed, she giggled.

Oliver helped her up. “What, I don’t measure up?”

“N-not exactly.” She held back a louder giggle.

“Hey, it’s not fair to compare. That dude has a pro grade cock. You're playing at an All-Star level, babe.”

“I know.”

As if understanding his qualms, her hand grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. “D-Dinah…”

“You didn’t think I’d leave you alone, did I?” Dinah was huffing and puffing. Sweating like crazy too. Her scent clearly belonged to another man.

Despite all that, she jerked him off. She pumped his cock with one hand. Perfect. Such expert technique and attention. It was so satisfying to watch and feel. Oliver stood there and sighed.

“Thanks.”

His cock twitched. Dinah’s expression lit up. Seeing that, his cock twitched harder. His balls tightened. He wanted to cum and he wanted to cum now. He wanted to mark her again. Every man wanted to see an “oh wow” facial expression from their girlfriend; they wanted to have their dick handled by their girl, reach the brink of a climax, and enjoy seeing their girl’s reaction to their cumshots.

It was primal. It was what made men like Oliver playboys.

Except in this case…

“God~! Dinah moaned, eyes rolled back. Oliver's eyes lit up, still thinking he was causing her pleasure—until she added, “There's just sooo much cum inside me. God, it's so good. My legs are shaking. I feel like I'm going to cum again.”

Somehow…

Schalp, schlap, schlap!

Somehow, this was still hot. Maybe not as hot but still fucking hot.

Dinah sighed. “God, Oliver…”

“Was it that good?”

“So good~”

“I loved that moan you made when you first took his dick. Big dick gets to hear all the best noises.” Oliver then joked, “Is it possible to steal another man's cock?”

“Definitely not.” Dinah closed her eyes. “But I definitely wish.”

‘Even above average, I'm sitting here feeling inadequate in comparison. Girls can't even help it at that point.’

It was such a nice handjob she was giving him. Perfect rhythm. Oliver’s cock was big and nice and when it came, what a great cumshot. Dinah could feel that cock twitch and the cumshots fight against her cum. She didn’t want it touching her thighs or her pussy. She didn’t want a mess right now.

“Haah…hahh…” Oliver came and came, stumbling back, his hands gripping the edge of the counter. “Fuck, Dinah…you’re so amazing…I think you emptied the tank well and truly.”

A giggle left her lips. Dinah truly appreciated her man.

“Ah, dinner. Nice.”

But every time she heard Aaron Reigner, she had to look. She had to see.

Aaron was leaning on the wall, his huge fourteen inch monster pipe awaiting. White and impossible to dismiss as ordinary. The engaged couple glanced down to his dick. Good god, it never went down and it never looked ugly. It was always this perfectly sculpted monster cock.

Dinah swallowed and met Oliver’s gaze. “I…”

That was the fear, panic, shame that many women had. They felt intimidated knowing that certain men had bigger cocks than their husbands, that they would not be able to enjoy their husbands ever again and so preferred to stay with the small equipment. They preferred to live in hypocrisy, lust, deception and not recognize that there were no limits with sex.

“Don’t be ashamed,” Oliver said. He grabbed both her ass cheeks and squeezed them. Dinah inhaled and laced her arms around him. “We agreed to this, didn’t we?”

“But…” She bit her bottom lip.

Oliver decided to kiss her on the lips. Once parted, he released her ass and gave the most encouraging smile he could. “Dinah, go get ‘em.”

His finance nodded and reeled back. Turning, her ass to him and swaying, Oliver found himself throbbing. He nearly nutted again when she reached Aaron and dropped to her knees. With one hand, Aaron grabbed and slapped his juicy cock on her face.

Light slaps that meant nothing but authority.

A cock that shadowed half of her face and could not be ignored. A sloppy, juicy, mess of cum and saliva. A mushroom beige member of godly proportions.

Smacks that Dinah already knew to stick her tongue out for.

Oliver had cock smacked Dinah a few times but never like this. Never eclipsing her head and making her look so slutty. Aaron slapped his beefy cock onto her face until a sliver of pre-cum leaked. Dinah lapped it up and, as though they had rehearsed, got up and slipped into his embrace.

Aaron gave the Green Arrow an appreciative nod as he put an arm around her waist.

“I’ll be back with her when the pasta is ready.”

Oliver nodded back. Aaron's hand went lower and grabbed Dinah’s ass. He guided her to the living room.

Left alone, all Oliver could say was, “I swear I'm not a cuck.”

***

Pasta was eaten. Everyone’s thirst was quenched. What next?

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Getting fucked on the kitchen table, that was what.

“Unh~! Ngggh~! Gsshkkk~!”

Head on the table, breasts flat, and arms stretched forward and gripping the end of the table. Aaron Reigner pounded into the Black Canary from behind. His massive cock filled her completely, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through her body. She could feel every ridge and vein of his fourteen-inch erection as it pressed deep into her womb, stretching her to her limits. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to keep up.

Aaron was a machine. A god. He just…he just couldn’t be human!

"Aaron... oh god, Aaron!" Dinah cried out, her voice breaking with each orgasm that ripped through her. Everything about him drove her to the brink of madness. She had never felt anything like this before, never experienced such raw, unadulterated ecstasy. Aaron was a shotgun that repeatedly fucked her guts.

Oliver was a finger or something lesser.

Dinah's hands gripped the edge of the table tighter, her fingers white-knuckled as she tried to steady herself. Aaron's hands clamped down on her hips, holding her in place as he plowed that ass.

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle.

Pale white round ass cheeks. Delightful.

Each stroke lifted her off the floor slightly. Each stroke practically led to an orgasm—and if not, the retreat stroke would. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, accompanied by Dinah's moans and cries of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yesssh~! God~! Goddd~! It's the biggest, oh god, it feels so good! Ngghhh~!”

On the other side of the table, jerking off, was Oliver Queen. He was mesmerized by his fiancée. He could see the strain on Dinah's face, the way her eyes rolled back in her head. She was lost in the pleasure, consumed by it, and Oliver couldn't help but masturbate. Cock red and pointed to her face. Cock schlicking up and down, up and down, mirroring Aaron’s thrusts.

His cock ached, demanding release, and finally, Oliver couldn't take it anymore. “So, uh, can I fuck you afterward?"

For two hours, it had been Aaron and Aaron alone. He accepted that. Hell, he loved it. But come on, give a guy a chance here…

Dinah's eyes fluttered open, focusing on Oliver for a brief moment. "Oh, Ollie," she gasped and trembled and orgasmed. "I... I can't... not now... I'll take care of you in a minute, I promise..."

But even as she spoke, Aaron's thrusts grew even more ferocious, sending her spiraling back into oblivion. “O-Ollie! Ollieeeee~! I—jsshhhttt~! Gsssskkk~!” Her words trailed off into incoherent moans, and Oliver knew she wouldn't be able to follow through. Not while Aaron was fucking her like this.

He sucked in a breath. Guess he was going to be here for a while. He went faster and faster as the sight of Dinah being ravaged by Aaron's massive cock drove him wild. His gaze flicked between her face, Aaron’s hands gripping her hips, and the jiggle of her ass.

Dinah's moans grew louder, more ****. Her figure trembled violently, her orgasms coming one after another without respite. She could feel the pressure building in Aaron's cock, signaling his impending climax. It sent a thrill through her, knowing she was about to be filled to the brim with his seed.

Again.

And in front of Oliver.

Again.

"Here it comes, Dinah," Aaron said, smacking her ass. "Get ready to take it all."

Dinah could only nod, her vision blurring as another orgasm tore through her. She felt Aaron's cock swell inside her, the pulsing heat of his impending release making her insides quiver. And then, with one final, earth-shattering thrust, he came. He poured his seed deep inside her. Dinah could feel the hot spurt after spurt filling her womb.

At the same time, Oliver reached his peak. He jerked off furiously, his hand moving in time with Aaron's thrusts. His balls tightened as he felt the familiar rush of his orgasm approaching, and with a groan, he came. His cum shot out in thick streams, splattering across Dinah's face and hair.

Dinah hardly noticed. She was too lost in the euphoria of Aaron's climax, her mind blank except for the overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, sucking every last drop of his cum into her depths. She could feel it leaking out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the blissful oblivion he had plunged her into.

Aaron pulled out, leaving her empty and quivering.

The sight of Dinah, now a creampied and facially coated mess, was enough to make both men smile. She lay there, panting and spent, her body still twitching from the lingering effects of their combined efforts. Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that despite everything, he was still the one who got to call her his.

Although the distinction was a bit awkward to make given that he was totally, utterly empty. His cock went limp while Aaron was hard as steel. Fourteen inches long and proud. It seemed that whatever amplifiers Cupid injected in Oliver, it was not enough to match Aaron Reigner.

The future husband was soft and empty.

The stranger was hard and ready.

Aaron jerked his cock off a couple times. “Hey, do you mind if I borrow her for tonight?”

“Tonight…?”

“Yeah, I think she can go ten more rounds.” Aaron smacked her ass and a loud moan came out of her. “See? She should be fine.”

Fine? This was fine?

In his head, Oliver thought, ‘This dude is impossible.’

In the real world, he laughed and put a hand on his hip. “Go ahead, man. Fuck her senseless.”

Aaron smiled and proceeded to wrap an arm around her stomach, then throw her over his shoulder. It was so casual that Oliver almost forgot about his giant dick.

“Thanks.”

Aaron nodded and turned, his massive member turning with him and a naked Dinah over his shoulder.

His footsteps echoed until he went up the stairs and closed the door. Oliver blinked and stood like a statue. Then he looked down at his small, flaccid cock.

“Welp. Guess I'm sleeping on the couch.” Green Arrow patted his quivering balls. “At least our job is cut for us and she's happy.”

***

So much fucking. So much plowing.

But what about love-making? Men did not only love Black Canary for her body. Oh, sure, her tits were glorious and her personality was hot. What about her though? What about the woman herself? Beyond being Oliver’s lover, she was Dinah Drake. She was Black Canary. She wanted to be satisfied. She wanted to cum.

She wanted to be happy.

And with Aaron, she attained that complete happiness. The type that very few felt.

No regrets.

No sadness.

Just happiness and anticipation for the future.

Dinah's chest heaved with each breath, her large breasts pressed tightly against Aaron's muscular torso.

'Her boobs are so soft and amazing...I used to see them all the time on TV and now...'

Now, those huge mounds were pressed to his chest. As though he were her husband and not Oliver. Frankly, after how much he ravaged her hole, to not be called her husband was a travesty. Alas, romantic love and sexual love were different. Dinah loved Oliver equally as much as she loved Aaron's cock.

Heavy breathing. Soft, rhythmic claps of their bodies moving in unison, each slow thrust of Aaron's fourteen-inch cock eliciting a gasp or a moan from Dinah.

Aaron's hands rested gently on Dinah's waist, feeling the slight tremors that ran through her body with each deliberate push of his hips. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice low and tender.

Dinah nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "Yes," she breathed, barely above a whisper. "Just... a little tired."

Aaron chuckled softly, slowing his movements even further. "We can take it slow, just like you need." He leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear. "Can I kiss you?"

Dinah's heart skipped a beat at the question, her lips parting in anticipation. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Please."

Aaron's grey eyes softened as he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Dinah moaned into his mouth, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, fingers digging in as the kiss deepened. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in the moment.

"Where have you been all my life?" Dinah asked suddenly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "You're... incredible."

Aaron smiled, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "I'm here now," he replied simply.

Dinah sighed, a contented smile spreading across her face. "You're the greatest hall pass I could ever ask for," she said, her voice tinged with amusement.

Aaron laughed. He didn't laugh often so Dinah was surprised and smiling. "I'll take that as a compliment." He shifted his weight slightly, adjusting his position so that his cock slid deeper inside her with a slow, steady motion. Dinah's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt another orgasm building within her.

Aaron's hands moved to cup Dinah's ass, lifting her slightly as he began to thrust harder, though still keeping the pace slow and controlled. "Cum for me again," he whispered. "Let me feel you cum around my cock."

Dinah's head fell back, her body arching and her pussy wrapped around his monster schlong. She needed it. She wanted it. But could she take it? "Aaron!"

Convulsing and shaking from her climax. Shrieking and calling out for him. She wanted his seed. So many creampies, so much cum stuffed inside her, yet she wanted more.

Aaron’s balls sensed it. A sort-of primal feeling between a man and a woman. Knowing when to mate. Knowing when one was at their limits and wanting to get bred. Aaron's own climax was rapidly approaching, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Dinah," he groaned, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic. "I'm gonna cum."

Dinah's eyes flew open, her breath coming in short, gasping bursts. "Yes," she panted. "Inside me. Please."

Aaron's restraint shattered, and he buried his cock deep inside her as he came, his seed filling her womb with hot spurts of cum. Dinah felt the warmth spreading within her, a sense of completion washing over her. One hand went down to grab his balls, wanting to feel that ache. Ache, ache, ache. Cum, cum, cum. Throb, throb, throb. His cock and his balls did everything they could to paint her walls white.

Black Canary arched her back. She whimpered. She stayed.

She received.

This was how she ought to be. Not a wife, not a superhero, but fulfilled.

They sat there, the room silent except for their ragged breathing. Dinah's smile remained, her womb filled with Aaron's seed, and his cock still buried deep inside her.

Dinah’s eyes closed.

Aaron remained joined to her for the night.