Gotham Among Other Gods update

Tim floated in the warm Caribbean waters of the Costa Rican waters where Bruce had built his getaway. After two weeks of fixing up the city, he was ready for the vacation that Bruce had offered to all his family, relaxing while letting Superman attend personally to Gotham City. The city was still in almost a state of shock, mopping the sweat from their brow over the near-miss, and just about all of the rogues were in Blackgate or in Arkham. It could stand to have Superman minding the shop for a few nights.

Rose Wilson swam by him suddenly, chopping through the water so energetically that he could see nearly all of her body. Her blue two-piece bikini might as well not have been there, lost in the flurry of the waves.

Cassie was chasing after her, but she gave up to run into Tim, wrapping her arms around him from behind and giving him a squeeze. They weren’t very far out, and it didn’t take long for Rose to reach the shallow water, climbing out of the surf with her cute ass gleaming wetly in the sunlight. As she stood there, the waves lapping at her firm thighs, she turned at the waist to show off a tantalizing glimpse of her succulent breasts, her bikini top showing off just how high-set and perky there were.

Cassie grabbed Tim’s prick and gave it a squeeze as well. “I think I’m going to like renting to her. Having her in our house is way better than a sewing room.”

Tim gave a nod as Rose stood in the pushing, pulling tide. She arched her back, apparently stretching, but really pushing her plump cunt out against the material of her panties, before she turned and walked inland to the beach chairs, her tight ass wiggling all the way. Sitting down, she boldly spread her thighs and laid herself out to tan.

Cassie laughed as she felt Tim’s erection give a spiking throb. “You’d better go fuck her now, Tim. It’d be a waste if you came out here. It’s already saltwater, you know.”

“And what’re you going to do?” Tim replied, reaching behind himself to grope Cassie’s hips where they pressed tightly against his body. 

“I’m going to stay out here and watch. And after you’re all sweaty and gross, maybe you can wash off back in the water. With me. And Rose can be the one who watches.”

Tim smiled. “I wondered why you gave her the room next to ours.”

***

Stepping out onto the porch of the beach house, Dinah was quickly able to discern what was taking place from the body language of all three involved. She guessed that they’d gotten up so early in the morning specifically to have the beach to themselves. As inviting as the crystal-clear water looked, she decided she’d stay inside. After all, Bruce had furnished this mansion with a pool in addition to the private beach it faced. For such a disciplined man, he could be absolutely excessive at times. As he had been last night, in the jungle—far from where anyone could overhear. Out there, they’d been just two more animals. 

Going back inside, Dinah was met by Shayera, who wore nothing but a brief bikini. The skimpy orange material hardly covered her; they clearly had been designed for a woman whose breasts wouldn’t overflow out of the top, and Shayera had just as clearly wanted them to do that.

“You’re up early,” Shayera greeted her. “I take it the young’uns forgot that other people might like using the beach?”

“Selfish brats,” Dinah replied ironically.

“The pool?”

“The pool,” Dinah agreed. 

They padded barefoot to out back of the house, where they found Diana leisurely swimming through the oval, Olympic-sized swimming pool with Bruce and Artemis. It was apparent that everyone was still on ‘Gotham time,’ and had had much the same idea as Dinah. 

Giving Dinah a pat on the ass, Shayera left her to step up onto the diving board and arch her sumptuous body for a dive. Dinah followed, trying to outdo Shayera in her precise form, and after they’d surfaced, the two took long glances at each other—deliciously wet, in the prime of their athleticism, and very much in love. They shared a titter at their good fortune and almost ridiculous happiness. With the scars and bruises from Gotham faded, it was easy, even healthy, to forget all the hardships and just look at what they had to share.

They glided to where Bruce and Diana making out, Bruce having cornered her against a ladder and not looking like he intended to let her up anytime soon.

“This feels wonderful,” Dinah exclaimed as she knifed past them through the water. “It must be a hundred degrees outside, but this water is just right.”

Diana replied, her voice heavy with passion as Bruce kissed her neck. “You’ll get used to the heat. Just find some shade… and someone to share it with…” Suddenly she pushed Bruce aside and swam out to loop around Dinah. “Of course, I don’t know if a big, husky man like Bruce would fit under a svelte little palm tree…”

“And I would?” Dinah replied.

“If I help you burn off a little fat,” Diana teased.

They splashed around for almost half an hour before tiring of the pool. Dinah pulled herself up out of the cool water, the sun still hot, but feeling good against her nearly naked body. Fire and ice, she thought. Much like Bruce. Both passion and discipline. That big brain of his could ferret out exactly how to drive her wild, then he’d mate her like an animal. God, she felt lucky. It was an irresistible combination—probably why so many of his wives had that mix too, to one degree or another.

With a slight grunt of exertion, Bruce pulled himself out of the pool like an orangutan—one brisk lunge and he was up on his feet, pulling his entire body effortlessly out of the water. Dinah found it hard not to stare at him. It was easy to forget just how devilishly sexy he was. Tall, with thick black hair, his muscular body hard and graceful and deeply tanned, and a thick black pelt of hair on his chest. If he hadn’t been wearing swim trunks, Dinah would’ve been tempted to have him then and there, scars and all.

“How about some gin and tonics while we enjoy the sun?” Bruce suggested, giving Dinah a light, affectionate touch that made her feel even hornier. She nodded to him and Bruce looked around, canvassing the pool, seeing as if by some sixth sense that everyone would be open to it. “Make yourself comfortable; I’ll mix the drinks.”

“Here!” Artemis said, swimming across the pool while pushing an air mattress in front of her. At poolside, Dinah picked it up. “They’re great for relaxing.”

Dinah took a towel to dry herself off, then laid down the softness of the air mattress. After the slightly frenetic exercise of keeping up with Bruce in the water, it felt good to lay down and soak up the sun, with Dinah feeling as if she could drift off to sleep with ease.

“Suntan lotion?” Shayera asked, kneeling beside her with a bottle of it in her hands. “The sun’s nice here, but a little can go a long way.”

“Always looking out for me,” Dinah said, reaching for the bottle.

Shayera squirted the lotion into her palm. “No, lie back, I’ll do it.” 

Dinah lay back down. Artemis had pulled another air mattress from the pool, setting it down next to Dinah’s so they were close enough for conversation.

“Lucky girl,” Artemis said, nodding at Shayera. “She could’ve been a masseuse.”

Dinah lay face down, crossing her arms to support her head while Shayera rubbed the lotion over her, the coolness of the oil soaking into the sun-warm muscles in the back of her neck and shoulders. At once, Dinah felt her muscles relaxing under Shayera’s skilled fingers. Shayera kneaded her flesh as she worked the soothing oil in, moving lower and lower, muscle group by muscle group.

“Have you heard about Helena?” Shayera asked conversationally.

“What? She hasn’t broken up with Karen, has she?”

Shayera put more lotion on her hands, then ran her fingers over Dinah’s ankles, her calves. Seeming to touch every nerve in turn, lulling them into comfortable slumber.

“No—“

Artemis broke in. “Helena’s pregnant.”

The bottle again, the little pump of lotion into her palm, the brisk rub of the hands against each other, then Shayera was working on Dinah’s lower thighs. 

“Really? How’d Karen manage that?” Dinah asked.

Shayera carefully rubbed the lotion into Dinah’s supple flesh, moving her fingers up Dinah’s tender thighs until the blonde was breathing harder.

“She didn’t,” Shayera said. “Bruce lent a helping… hand.”

Shayera’s massage was getting closer and closer to her pussy, and she almost gasped when she felt the side of Shayera’s hand brush against her moistening sex.

“He does keep busy,” Dinah replied. “I heard that Stephanie will be going up a few dress sizes in the near future.”

***

As her purple bikini and sheer sarong revealed, Steph had put on weight, but she wore it well. Even in Bruce’s beach house, where some of the most stunning women alive either put on scanty beachwear or wore nothing at all, she somehow managed a robust fullness that put her on par with them. Her breasts had leapt to D-cups, and while on her slighter frame they would’ve looked absurd, they fit perfectly to her well-fed voluptuousness, her belly swelling, her hips more rounded, as if the glow that suffused her required more room to work or it would shine right through a more slender figure. 

Bruce was always pleased to see her, but in this case, he was surprised as well. Both by her showing up at the beach house and by the sudden lust she inspired in him. He had suspected she was pregnant, but he hadn’t expected the confirmation of that to be so devastatingly sexual. 

Steph rubbed her belly, seeing in his eyes that he knew. She also saw that he was looking at her in much the same way that had resulted in her current condition. “Wanna rub some suntan lotion on me?” she asked, tossing him the container.

Bruce caught it, then scanned the label, searching for any sign it shouldn’t be used by an expecting woman. “Certainly… just give me a moment…”

“Relax, Brucie. I checked. Couldn’t even give me a rash. I like to think I’ve taken pretty good care of myself—hence the millionaire playboy boyfriend—so I should be able to manage, like… myself point five.”

“Then how about some help?” Bruce asked. “I don’t have a ring on hand, but if I say I’m going to do something, I’ll do it.”

Steph laughed. “Don’t say anything yet… I knew what I was getting into when we started… ‘partying’. I’m not holding anything over you. It’s my decision.”

“And it’s not that I feel obligated,” Bruce insisted. “I want to take care of you. And the child.”

“It’s not 1972, Bruce. You don’t have to marry me for that. Just let me finish university, keep being Batgirl, and the odd bit of stress relief. If I need help, I’ll ask for it. For now, all I need is someone to do my back.”

Bruce could be forgiven for not taking her cue. It was a lot to take in. And as she walked away, her hips swayed with the perfect rhythm for their newfound gravitas, Bruce was staggered by how desirable she had become. She’d never been the most well-endowed woman, but her pregnancy had given her an ass to match her fuller breasts, and momentarily, Bruce was busy imagining the enthusiasm of the couplings they’d already had with the curvaceous body Steph now possessed. As he came out of it, revealing Steph was offering herself up to be seduced, Dinah swooped by him, snatching the suntan lotion from his hands.

“I heard everything,” Dinah said. “Seems like quite a shock. Maybe you should sit down. I’ll help Steph with her… problem.”

Bruce’s lips quirked in a grin. “It can take a lot to handle Steph’s problems.”

Dinah held up her hands. “My fists have solved a lot of problems—one way or another. But if I’m not back in twenty minutes, then I guess we’ll both need your help.”

Dinah strolled out to the backyard, where Steph had already undone her sarong and untied her bikini top, lying on her belly on a towel by the poolside. Dinah squirted a towering amount of tanning lotion into her palm. Of course, she wouldn’t think of asking a pregnant woman to return the favor. She’d let Bruce do that. Then they’d do him. Between the three of them, Dinah didn’t think they’d miss an inch.