TSTA update

Saturday passed in a whirlwind of activity for Shayera. The wedding rehearsal was scheduled for four-thirty in the afternoon—even that had seemed like it would never arrive, but now it was almost here! 

The rehearsal passed and Shayera was in a glow of happiness as she sat holding hands with Bruce during the pre-wedding dinner, listening to the idle gossip and chatter of the other couples. When he kissed her goodnight at the front door, it was almost midnight. 

“This will be the last time,” Shayera said softly, her voice full of love.

“The last time what?”

“The last time you’ll say goodnight like this. Tomorrow night you’ll be whispering it before we go to sleep.” She knew her face was aflame as she continued, boldly: “Tomorrow night and for the rest of our lives.”

That night was spent with Shayera’s body as rigid as a railroad tie. She tried to sleep, but it was an impossible task. When she glanced at the luminous hand of her watch on the nightstand, it was three o’clock. Twelve hours more, she thought.

Now her wedding seemed to be happening all too soon. Faster than she could believe.

When dawn finally came, Shayera was slumped dejectedly in a chair in front of the window, thinking she still had nine hours to reconsider. Should she go through with it? A group marriage, to Bruce, to Diana, to Artemis? She was a child of Thanagar, and of Earth, and neither of her two upbringings really included such a thing. But as a child of two worlds, perhaps she had no place, no belonging except what she chose. If she could choose Earth, choose being Hawkgirl, could she not also choose this… strange family?

Breakfast—unwanted and tasteless—followed a shower, then Diana arrived to do Shayera’s hair. Shayera woodenly answered everyone’s questions and made light conversation with her bride-to-be. And during it all, she was thinking: still three hours to call it off.

Then, with a flourish, Artemis arrived to assist with the wedding down. She was followed moments later by Helena, the first of the bridesmaids.

And suddenly all of the sands had run out. It was time.

Shayera had absolutely no memory of being taken to the church. She thought it was like how a condemned man would pass his last hours before walking the green mile.

She heard organ music. She was walking; someone had told her to, nudged her. She saw a sea of smiling faces. She saw Bruce’s face, eyeing her from the altar. She saw the bridesmaids in front of her scatter like the brilliantly colored petals of a flower blooming.

There was Diana, looking like a goddess in a white Grecian robe, classic yet modern, the joined straps of it fluttering about her chest in a configuration Shayera had never seen before, but that held it effortlessly in place, showing little skin but not being modest. More… tasteful, how the flowing linen felt everything, touched nothing, leaving Diana’s beauty not blemished but set like a diamond in a placing.

Artemis was not so conservative. Her white linen had a chainmail skirt and train, leaving only the bodice the traditional lace. Pauldrons and gauntlets covered her arm, and her veil was chainmail as well, while a chestplate covered her upper body. Despite it, she looked beautiful, the rustling steel evidence of her discipline. It only clinked when she moved, and standing at attention at the altar, she simply didn’t.

And there was Bruce, in his tuxedo, his glowing good health after an abstinence from crimefighting, his relaxation, his contentedness. He could’ve been wearing anything; what mattered was that for once in his life, he wasn’t wearing the Bat.

A face: the minister? “Do you take this man…”

Her voice from a million miles away: “I do.”

“Do you take this woman…”

And Bruce’s voice, strong, confident. Diana’s. Artemis’s…

“I now pronounce you…”

The roar of the organ, the brilliant blindness of the daylight outside the chapel… the flash of the cameras, the drizzle of thrown rice… the reception line, a never-ending river of faces and kisses and words she couldn’t comprehend. The cutting of the cake. More that blurred together. 

Then Bruce again. Holding her. A shout as the reception guests saw them. A mad dash down the stairs to Bruce’s car, the cans and Just Married sign looking absurd on a BMW 7. The car door slamming. People shouting gleefully. The sound of Bruce’s car starting, the screech of his tires as he tried to elude the paparazzi camped outside the church grounds. He was a good driver. But really, Shayera could only wonder how he could lose them so easily if he felt the same way she did.

***

Bruce held onto his mind with difficulty. His senses were reeling. He felt dizzy. The bedroom atmosphere was charged, romantic, sensual. He hadn’t expected to be so affected by the confluence of the day’s events. But this had ended up not just some duty, some tradition, but a sincere desire. He didn’t just want to have sex. He didn’t just want to consummate the marriage. He wanted to make love to his wives.

The long day of the wedding had taken a lot out of them, moreso the trip to Themyscira, and the last time he checked, the women were on the beach, resting in the sun. Between the wedding and the flight, it was like they’d been cooped up all day. While Bruce waited in the ‘honeymoon suite’. Wondering what the night would bring.

“Bruce?” Diana called. She’d returned from the beach. She hadn’t brought her bikini.

He stared in amazement, unable to believe that any human could look as beautiful as Diana did to him at that moment. Logically, someone somewhere had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. It seemed quite possible Diana was her. In fact, it seemed more than likely.

“Lie down,” she said. “I want your face where it belongs.”

Bruce lay back on the bed, his body gently rocked by the motion of its alien softness, not feather down but some kind of gel, comfortable as a waterbed but firmer and more supportive. For a moment, he almost forgot Diana’s presence, surrendering himself to the womb-like floating of his body on the airy ephemera beneath him. Then Diana flew over his face, lowering herself down to straddle it. Bringing him back to reality.

They both moaned as Diana’s damp sex made its first contact with Bruce’s mouth. At first, he just ran his lips along the outer folds, enjoying the feel of their glossy wetness on his mouth. Then his tongue slipped out and began to caress her. She wiggled around, rubbing her groin against his face, and he licked her all over. 

“Put it in!” she hissed. “Give your tongue to me!”

Bruce did as he was told and was thanked with a squeal of satisfaction. Diana wiggled her cunt around on his tongue, delivering herself eagerly to his hungry taste buds as he lapped up her joy. She tasted so fine, and the sliding of his tongue along her slippery walls was so rewarding that he could barely think of the needs of his own throbbing erection.

Bruce was instantly reminded of those needs as Diana flopped down over his body, pressing her breasts against his chest as she enclosed his swollen manhood fully in her mouth. He felt the warmth of her mouth around his member and reflexively answered with his tongue, sighing into her passage, stroking it vigorously. She sucked just as furiously, her mouth moving up and down with almost overwhelming pressure as her own talented tongue teased and delighted him.

She continued to work on him this way for a full minute, licking him from his glans to his balls as she sucked his entire impressively length. Then, panting, she pulled away, kissing his cock on its angry-looking head.

“So big!” she moaned, impressed. “I want to feel it surrounded by my flesh!”

So saying, she dragged her body forward, pulling her sex from Bruce’s caresses, and smothered his cock in her deep cleavage. It felt very comfortable there as she began to slide her body back and forth, back and forth, her erect nipples rubbing deliciously over his abdominal muscles. Bruce’s tongue was no longer able to reach her cunt, and instead he snapped his teeth at the taut muscle of her legs, playfully worrying them in his teeth.

At the same time, he reached around to her voluptuous ass and pushed it down, so that her pussy rubbed against his chest. He rotated her slowly in rhythm to the rocking of his cock between her lovely breasts, his fingers digging passionately into the flesh of her buttocks. He smiled at the thought of her coming from the friction of her pink cunt against his chest as he burnished her face with his ejaculate. Before his fantasy could become a reality, the writhing couple were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.

“You’ve started without me,” Artemis said simply as Bruce and Diana abandoned their positions to get a better look at the newcomer. “We’ll have to make up for lost time.”

“We shall,” Diana replied with an impressive lack of self-consciousness. “You’re welcome to his manhood. I know you’ve always liked a challenge.”

“I’ll take what I want,” Artemis said, undoing the strap of her bikini top, pitching it aside. She had two of the most provocative breasts that Bruce had ever seen, tilted upward, strong and protrudent like torpedoes. 

As Bruce drank in the sight, Diana knelt behind him, kissing and licking the muscles of his back, her cool hands refreshing stroking his chest, his belly, the tops of his thighs. As he enjoyed those caresses, Bruce watched Artemis slip out of her bottoms. Her long red hair reached almost to her fine, small ass, but her pubic region was entirely free of hair. Bruce had plenty of time to search for it as she walked up very close to him, putting her crotch level with his face.

“Kiss it,” Artemis suggested. Bruce looked into her unblinking eyes. She was as serious as ever. Giving her a half-smile, he put his cheek against the surprising warmth of her mons and kissed the little bump of her pubis, then lower, along her, into her, moving his lips around until he had covered the entirety of her lower belly with kisses. 

She sighed gratefully. “That was good,” she said, “but why don’t you try kissing me a little deeper?”

Bruce’s rate of breathing doubled as she reached down to spread the pouty lips of her cunt, revealing the vivid color of her inner flesh. He darted his tongue along it and was immediately rewarded with a sweet moistness which seemed to emanate from deep inside her. He kissed her again, this time running his tongue along her labia, parting them as carefully as an envelope. This time Artemis did not content herself with standing by passively.

Instead, she jerked her hips forward, enfolding Bruce’s willing tongue in her sex. For a moment, Bruce was lost in the twin ecstasies of devouring Artemis and having Diana’s hand play lovingly over his cock.

“Now fuck it,” Artemis ordered, her sweet cunt still impaled on his tongue. “Take your cock and fuck it.”

“Why don’t you ask nicely?” Diana said, squeezing Bruce’s cock for emphasis.

Artemis did as her sister had suggested, dropping down onto her knees before Bruce. She licked at his cock in several darting thrusts, whipping him almost instantly to the point of release. But Diana hadn’t released her grip on the base of his shaft. They were both working on his cock, simultaneously.

“I hate to interrupt,” a new voice came, “but I would like a turn too.”

It gratified Bruce to find that Artemis and Diana were unable to turn away from his cock, as he did to face Shayera in the doorway. It was funny—there was no objective measure of their beauty, as any man would give his right arm to be with any one of them, but something about the order of their arrival, the escalation of his romantic night with Diana, had each girl looking more luscious than the one before.

“I mean…” Shayera said, undressing, “Diana, you’ve clearly had his cock—or if you haven’t, you’ve been incredibly foolish—and Artemis, I saw him eating you out. So I think now it’s my turn.”

“I’m not done with him,” Artemis said, her voice dipping dangerously.

“There’s only one Bruce,” Diana agreed placatingly. “We’ll have to figure out how to divide him up.”

“I could think of a few suggestions,” Bruce said.

“No,” Artemis said, “we outnumber him. We should get the final say.”

Bruce began to jump to his own defense, but Diana soothingly stroked his member. “Let her have this,” she whispered. “Let us all have it.”

Bruce nodded. If they wanted to turn him into a sex object, he guessed he would just have to suffer and cooperate.

Artemis was quick to seize control. “Diana, since you were here first, you can take his cock.”

“Of course, she gives Diana his cock…” Shayera groused.

“You can have his mouth,” Artemis assured her.

“And what about you?” the concerned Diana asked.

“Oh, I’ll find something for myself.” She smiled at Bruce. “Don’t worry.”

Diana gently lay him back. “It’s settled, then. Lie back and leave the driving to us.”

Shayera straddled his face. Diana threw her leg over Bruce’s hips and carefully lowered herself onto his erect cock. It entered as smoothly and easily as his tongue did into Shayera, and the sounds of her slippery parting were heard by all as she began to slide herself up and down, down, down on Bruce’s stiff cock.

And as Diana speared herself continually on his member and Shayera began to rut against his deeply embedded tongue, Artemis looked over the threesome in search of an appropriate opening. Inspiration was quick to strike.

“What we need,” she muttered,” is another woman.”

Bruce moaned into Shayera’s cunt. He appreciated the attention, but he was just one man!

He heard Artemis leave the room. That was all he could do with his face covered by Shayera’s body, her sex seemingly all over his face as she wiggled and squirmed on his tongue, keeping his mouth busy sucking out her sweetness.  

And even if she hadn’t been, he surely would’ve been distracted by the sight of Diana skewering herself on his erection below: her head tossing from side to side, ebony hair flung about like the sea in a storm, her breasts rising and cresting with her bounding like violent waves. Her back arched, her hips swayed. She danced in violent tribute to the pleasure inside her.

Then, after a small eternity of endurance, lost between two perfect bodies, the beautiful taste of Shayera and the lovely pressure of Diana’s undulating rhythm, he felt his hands pulled out at his sides.

“Put out your middle fingers,” Artemis commanded.

In a moment, the voice penetrated his mind and he followed orders. He even stopped licking Shayera to point out the gesture he was performing.

“Fuck you.”

“Absolutely,” Artemis replied.

Then two warm, wet cunts slid down onto his extended fingers. Bruce wiggled them, evoking moans of passion from the two new playmates. He thrust his tongue forward, getting a vocal response of “oh shit!” from an old one. Finally, he plunged his pelvis upward, hearing a contented “Ahhh!” from Diana. 

If he survived the experience, Bruce thought he would have to be the luckiest man in the world. And even if he didn’t.

He found himself almost stripped of his will now, a creature of the four lust-crazed women’s passions. He was reduced to a machine consisting of four parts: two hands, a tongue, and a cock. Everywhere there was friction—Shayera’s cunt yielding itself to his tongue, Diana clutching and rocking snugly on his cock, Artemis’s shaven sex wiggling on his right hand and some no-doubt lovely Amazon on the other. Bruce was so inundated with sensual delights that he could scarcely concentrate on any single woman. But this was one occasion when he didn’t mind having his focus split.

“Don’t stop!” someone said. 

Bruce was just conscious enough of who was who to realize that had come from Shayera. His tongue had grown tired, not as well-exercised as the other muscles in his warrior’s body. “Sorry,” he told her. “Worn out from Artemis.”

“I’m not,” Diana said, and a memory of Diana and Shayera kissing warmly flashed into Bruce’s mind.

Shayera lifted herself off Bruce’s face, replacing one set of lips with another as she kissed him gratefully. She lay across his body now, supporting most of her weight on her arms and knees, her ass thrust in the air. Bruce groaned, feeling Diana’s cunt shift on his cock as she bent down to accommodate Shayera.

He could not see Diana fastening her mouth to Shayera, but it was easy for him to imagine as he saw Diana’s face disappear between Shayera’s succulent asscheeks. He was enjoying the sensation of Shayera’s breasts pillowing across his chest when she suddenly gasped, plunging her tongue down his throat. He knew that had to be the moment when Diana had thrust her tongue deep into Shayera, exquisitely tickling her sensitive folds on the way in. 

His tongue though, and that of Shayera, were busily at work exploring each other’s mouths. It was a welcome change from cunnilingus.

And Diana was definitely having her effect on him. Bouncing in long, luxurious strokes, it was definitely her who was setting the pace. Her movements were slow but constantly, clutching him tightly as she pulled upward and squeezing just as firmly on the way down, constantly and unfailingly. All Bruce had to do was lie back and enjoy it. Every now and then he would remember that while Diana’s cunt was so deliciously massaging his prick, she was also eating out Shayera—he mostly remembered this when she moaned loudly into his mouth.

Which was not even to consider the two women he was fingering.

“Harder!” a voice came, and Bruce could not place it—not any of his wives. It had to be the newcomer.

Still, Bruce saw no reason not to comply. He plunged his hips upward violently, ramming his cock into Diana. She sighed appreciatively as his member plunged into her, each time pushing in deeper and higher than it had the time before. As he continued to thrust harder and faster, there was no question as to who had assumed control.

He began to shorten his strokes now, pushing it just part of the way in, putting indirect pressure on her clit without giving her the satisfaction of deep penetrating thrusts. She moaned as he took short jabs in and out of her cunt, just teasing her sensitive flesh without fully satisfying his own desired to be buried deep in her warmth. 

“Push it in!” Diana hissed. “Push it in all the way, my husband!”

Bruce took two more short strokes before obeying. On the count of three, he plunged himself up to the hilt inside her, his pelvis pushing hard against hers. She was screaming like a wild animal, her nails digging into his chest as Bruce felt Shayera’s tongue go wild in his mouth. He pictured Shayera’s other end, and remembered vividly that it was being eaten out by the woman who he was now bringing to orgasm.

Bruce decided that he might as well do the same for all of them. He began twitching his fingers madly now, pushing a second digit into each of the women who were so busily fucking themselves there. He was rewarded with two grateful moans. In a caveman sort of way, it made him feel incredibly masculine to be able to satisfy both of them at once with his skillful fingers.

Then they were both grasping at his fingers, their cunts clutching at him. He was sure that it couldn’t actually have begun for both of them at the same moment, but that was certainly what seemed to have happened. As they began bouncing violently on his hands, Shayera began to moan in short bursts of pleasure, crushing her breasts even more tightly against his chest. Bruce pictured Diana’s tongue whipping her into ecstasy. That did the trick.

His prick throbbed as Diana cried out “Great Hera!” and began to press herself even more roughly against Bruce’s groin, trying to swallow up his aching cock whole. It was too late now, as Bruce delivered the white hot product of his lust. Diana screamed as she felt herself being filled with his cum, and Bruce buried his tongue deep into Shayera’s mouth. All five of them were writhing now, as their orgasms took flower together, manhood and womanhoods spurting and flowing in perfect abandoned harmony.

When all was quiet and Bruce’s last few spurts were dutifully swallowed up by Diana’s hungry cunt, Bruce’s attention was once again returned to the well-being of his lovers. He knew from the peaceful relaxation of Diana around his cock, and the gentle lingering kisses of Shayera on his jaw, that they were well-satisfied. But he was hard-pressed to determine the contentment of Artemis and her guest. 

As Shayera rolled off of him to kiss and fondle Diana, Bruce looked to Artemis. He was pleased to see that she was rotating herself gently on his fingers, obviously delighted in her post-orgasmic warmth. Bruce then turned to see how the newcomer was doing.

The girl who writhed contentedly on his other hand was Helena Bertinelli.

“I couldn’t make the wedding,” she said, “so I thought I’d show for the honeymoon.”

“I invited her,” Diana said. “After what we shared before, I thought she might be a nice… present?”

Bruce looked at Helena. Tired as he was, fucking her still seemed like a tempting idea. “Very thoughtful,” he acknowledged. “To tell you the truth, it would’ve been interesting to have you in Diana’s position.”

Helena blushed visibly. So did Shayera. “It would’ve been interesting for me too.”

She looked at his wilting member and licked her lips excitedly. Taking it tenderly in her hands, she began to rub it gently, rotating it between her soft palms as if it were modeling clay which she intended to fashion into something very long and very hard. As if by magic, her material began to assume just that form. She flicked at it with her tongue to make sure it was ready.

Shayera’s mouth fell open. “So soon?” she rasped, amazed.

Her open mouth distracted Artemis. “I can’t resist,” she murmured, and stuck one of her spiking pink nipples into Shayera’s mouth.

Shayera responded by suckling gently, and felt her lover begin to twist her groin against Shayera’s own. That felt nice, so Shayera sucked harder. The more she sucked, the harder Artemis rubbed her cunt against Shayera’s.

“Mmmmmm, you’re good at sucking tits,” Artemis let her know.

Shayera turned her face away from the redhead’s jutting tits and smiled at her. “You have good tits to suck.” 

By now, Helena was gasping for breath, her eyes tightly shut, waiting impatiently for Bruce’s touch. She had laid down on her back, wanting to submit to him—somehow, in this place, in this situation, it felt right. And she couldn’t bear to keep touching, keep looking at his endowment without having it.

She felt his hot flesh brush hers as Bruce climbed over her, stooping between her firm thighs. She opened her eyes and they widened with delight as she saw him settling on his haunches between her legs.

He was holding his throbbing cock in his right hand. It was even bigger than she’d remembered. The sight shook her.

“Oh my God… I almost can’t believe that’s real…”

“It’s real,” Bruce told her. “And it’s all yours.” He shifted over her, bringing his mouth close to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Helena. Long and hard.”

She moaned softly. “Oh yes… yes…”

Bruce moved his hands over her lush body slowly, teasing the warm, tantalizing flesh. Then he moved his lips to hers and kissed her lightly. His hands continued to work on her as he increased the pressure of his lips on hers, worked his tongue into her mouth.

Helena welcomed it hungrily and lashed at it with her own. She found her breath coming in gasps as she shook with the desire that he was steadily building in her.

The feel of her, hot and yielding below him, drove Bruce wild. His manhood had reached its full reaches now, completely hard and throbbing hotly as he pressed it against the gentle curve of her belly. Letting her feel it, showing her just how much he was going to deliver into her tender, hungry slit.

Bruce loved the feel of Helena’s hot, silky body against his. He rotated his hips slowly, brushing his large prick back and forth across her as his hands moved to her full breasts. He cupped the firm mounds gently, then began to knead and massage them. Brushing his fingertips back and forth over the dark nipples. They began to stiffen almost immediately, openly telling him of her need, demonstrating that she was as hot as he was.

Helena could think of nothing but the gentle touch of his hands on her, the hotly molten feel of his naked body against hers, muscular and very, very male…

When he lifted his lips from hers, she let out a hoarse groan of desire and brought her hands up around his back, stroking and caressing the sinewy muscles with her fingertips, sending tingles of anticipated pleasure through him and bringing soft groans from deep in his throat.

Bruce continued to press himself against her for a moment; then he moved down further between those beautifully spread thighs and lifted himself slightly so Helena could reach between them and find the huge, stiff, pulsating shaft of his manhood. Helena held it for a second almost lovingly; then, as Bruce shifted his hips forward slightly, she placed the massive, glistening knob between the open lips of her cunt. 

Diana watched, contenting herself with feeling Shayera and Artemis’s lush bodies as they coupled before her, but finding the sight of Bruce conquering his wayward partner far more intriguing. “Fuck her, Bruce,” she said with a gentle heat. “Show her what it is to be fucked.”

He moved forward in one slow, powerful thrust; and Helena's head flew against the mattress as she closed her eyes and let out a shriek of surprised, but obviously delighted, pleasure.

"Oh... oh... it's so big... oh God... do it slowly or you'll rip me in two..."

Bruce didn't try to gain much ground on his first probe into her. He could do no more than get his knob an inch past her outer lips. Helena prided herself in being tight, but after the recent fingering, she expected to be able to accommodate him fairly easily. Instead she found she could barely handle the huge bulk of his throbbing cockhead.

The tightness surprised Bruce a little, but excited him as much. He stopped his forward motion for a few seconds, letting his tip pulsate hotly against the tender, swollen folds of her cunt and force it to expand and prepare to accept the massive size of his prick. He made no move to remove his cockhead, and the inactivity frustrated Helena.

Bruce knew how she felt, but rather than risk hurting her too much, he left it up to Helena, letting her move upward and force him inside as she bucked wildly against his body.

Bruce was in no hurry. He let Helena work his member inside at her own pace as his hands moved over her proud breasts again, teasing and kneading the already burning flesh, rubbing the already stiff and straining nipples. Helena let out a wild whimper of desire as she suffered through the torment of snaking his cock into her. Her hips shot upward, urging more and more of the burning, throbbing prick inside her hungry cunt.

She filled the room with passionate moans as she began to rotate her ass in a wide, rhythmic circle against the rumpled sheets.

Bruce groaned huskily as his massive tool was sucked slowly, delightfully, inch by thick, pulsating inch, into the depths of her pussy, tight and pulsating.

He was really enjoying letting her fuck herself with his prick and he fought to hold himself in check as his body broke out in beads of passionate sweat. The feel of it was fantastic, and finally his own need was too strong to be ignored. He wanted to let her do it by herself, but the tight crevice grasping and releasing his aching prick was too much to ignore. He began to drive his huge tool into her.

“Yes, Bruce!” Diana cheered, rocking against Shayera and Artemis as the two women fucked, lost in each other and almost oblivious to both Bruce’s conquest and Diana joining in. “Show her what it feels like deep inside! Make her love it!”

Helena's mouth dropped open at the first powerful surge of his hips. She let out a shriek of delight and shook wildly as the massive, pulsating cock hammered forward, demanding of her body the room to sheath it. Five long vicious strokes later his heavy scrotum slapped against the raised cheeks of her dimpled, satiny ass in a satisfyingly wet slap, and he was all the way into her.

Bruce's initial desire to begin fucking Helena had subsided a little now, and he pushed his big prick as far as he could into her stretched cunt, held it there, letting her writhe and hump against him. His eyes swept over her, enjoying the lust-twisted look of her face, the sound of her wild snorts of passion, and the smell of her copious arousal.

Helena had never been thrilled like this before. She felt as though she would rip apart; she was so full of him that it frightened her, as it thrilled her beyond belief. She couldn't get enough of it. The feel of him deeply embedded in her, stretching the tender tissues of her cunt further and further, demanding more and more room, left her panting wildly and begging for him to move in her again.

"Fuck me... hard... God, do it hard..."

Bruce groaned and started to slowly stroke in and out of her. At the end of each stroke, his knob hit the bottom of her milking slit; and Helena eagerly picked up the blissfully mated motions to compliment him. Bruce gave her the best he knew how, a slow, sensuous fuck, rotating, gyrating, picking up the motion of his massive shaft as it dipped in and out of her.

She was a tight fit even now, and Bruce knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold himself back for long. But he wanted Helena to hit the peak with him. As he felt the end coming for himself, he picked up the pace of his powerfully fucking cock, urging her up the ladder to release so they could go together.

Seconds later Helena's world exploded around her. She threw her head back and let out an ecstatic shriek of pure animal delight as the first tremor of release raged wildly through her body. The second he felt her cunt grasp his thick knob, Bruce let himself go and released the hot, gushing payload from his heavy balls.

His knob jerked as he drove it deeper into her deliciously tight little slit than he had dared to before, forcing it to accommodate every inch of him. The gushes of searing, scalding semen pushed into Helena, driving her wild as it splattered hotly against the deep recesses of her tender sex, giving her a kick so intense that it shook her to the very core.

The thick, rich gushes of semen went on and on as Bruce's balls emptied themselves, sending it pouring out like lava, streaming furiously against the walls of her tender, burning pussy. Each one seemed more powerful, and Helena thrilled to them time and time again as she reveled in the pure animal bliss of his all-encompassing maleness.

He rolled off her; she went to him, sprawling out against his body, and for a moment, they were alone in the room of naked bodies. There was a warmth and good feeling permeating the atmosphere that seemed to be completely inviolable. 

“And you’re going to do that,” Helena gasped, “to all of them?”

***

In the last four years, the grounds of Wayne Manor had changed completely. There had been a pool there before, but it had been an indoor one, hidden as if the mansion were ashamed of it, and used only for exercise. Now there was a sprawling pool of concentric, interlocked circles centered around a magnificent fountain, built to Amazon ideals of beauty and comfort.

Diana, Artemis, and Shayera laid in chaise lounges, their bikinis of a line Shayera had designed, flattering and sporadically concealing. They would’ve worn nothing at all, and let the sun tan all of them, but their children were there. 

Diana’s twins, Thomas and Elissa, splashed each other in the pool. Kendra, Shayera’s girl, ran about in the grass—Artemis’s boy, Jason, was chasing her. Upon admonition, they kept the pursuit to the waving grass far from the potentially slippery tiles and cement of the pool. Artemis, a natural disciplinarian, was loath to trust them too far, and would often distract herself with a look after them. If they decided to join Thomas and Elissa in the pool, she wanted them to do so in a safe manner.

“Two new Amazons from one man alone,” Artemis said, raising her sunglasses back over her eyes at the conclusion of another check-in. “About what you expected, Diana?”

“From Bruce, yes. But it’s in the others that I felt particularly fortunate. I always knew I could count on him.”

“Nasty surprise, then, springing on me how he could… be.”

Shayera giggled a little. “You couldn’t guess? Just by looking at him?”

“He seemed an adequate warrior…”

“Ha!”

“Don’t laugh at Artemis,” Diana chided. “Her work with Bruce on the Outsiders is one of my pleasant surprises.”

Artemis ducked her head away from Diana’s praise, focusing on Jason and Kendra once more. “Do they have to run so fast?”

“Artemis, didn’t you want them training to use swords by now? Sharp swords?”

“That was for the other children.” Artemis rubbed her arms. “It’s different when they’re…”

There was a moment’s pause. “Yes,” Diana said compassionately. “It is. Changes your perspective. Makes you think harder about certain things.”

Artemis kept looking at the children, her shoulders setting to tell Diana she didn’t want to continue the conversation. Even after all this time, Artemis wasn’t too comfortable with ‘excessive’ emotion.

“Shayera, what about you? Has being Mrs. Bruce Wayne turned out the way you’d hoped?”

Shayera turned over to sun her back, smiling when she felt Diana reach over to get her top’s strap for her. “Like you said, princess. Pleasant surprise. Digs in England and Greece, new knowledge about my reincarnations… about the Wayne family… Kendra… it’s been enlightening, I suppose. What more could I ask for than that?”

Before the conversation could go further, the cheering children interrupted them. Bruce had returned home, bearing new pool toys, and Kendra and Jason were already herding him toward the water. Thomas and Elissa had swum to the edge, hoping to pull him in, and Bruce could not resist their exhortations to play, stripping down to his summery Bermuda shirts before he rebelled against their pleas. It would inevitably end in him going into the water.

Diana, Artemis, and Shayera looked over one another. They repeated their children’s cheer: “Yasas.”