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Authors name: Homer Vargas
Story title : Wonder Woman's Examination
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Although this is self contained, it contains
allusions to two earlier stories, "The Examination"
and "On Further Examination." I like to think you
will enjoy this one more if you have read the others.
Wonder Woman's Examination
by Homer Vargas
Col. Steve Trevor was in a bad humor even
although he had good news for his commanding
officer. He had broken up a terrorist group that
threatened a major National Monument. He learned
of a plot to plant explosives in George
Washington's image on Mt. Rushmore that would
have turned the face of the of Our
Country into that of Saddam Hussein. Steve had
foiled the attempt, but only with Wonder Woman's
help. And that was the source of his frustration
-- Wonder Woman. Working with the sexy bitch was
frustrating as hell. The way she swung her hips
in those lycra tights, flaunting those 44 DD
boobs gave him a perpetual hard-on. He had tried
everything to get into those star- spangled pants
without success. She always brushed him off with
that condescending I'm-an-Amazonian-Princess-and-
I-don't-need- sex attitude.
Steve was pretty sure Wonder Woman was no
virgin; not in a physical sense, anyway, having
been raped countless times by various androids,
the tentacles and tendrils of assorted trans-
genetic life forms, and by machines especially
constructed to fuck the superheroine to death or
orgasm her into sexual submission. He suspected
she really got off on it, too, although she always
pretended to be horrified. But for all the
pleasure she had taken from substitutes, Steve
suspected she had never been properly done by a
real live human male penis.
How Steve longed to be the first, although he
actually saw little hope of achieving it. Wonder
Woman was far too strong for him to force her,
and she was determined not to be seduced, because
giving herself willingly to a would destroy
her super powers. As a loyal American, Steve did
not, of course. wish to deprive his country of
the services of the strongest, fastest, and
sexiest superheroine in the universe. As a
however, he had the urge to fuck her silly and to
hell with the damned super powers!
So it was a scowling Col. Trevor who walked
into General Stillworth's office that morning.
The General met him with a beatific smile. Steve
brightened. The General must have heard about
his (and Wonder Woman's) success and wanted to
congratulate him. Wrong! The General had other
things on his mind that morning. "Ah marriage!"
the expanded. "You really don't know
what you're missing, Steve, my boy. You ought to
find yourself a good woman and settle down! There
are plenty of little NCOs around and some of them
are pretty frisky animals, if you know what
I mean." The General winked.
Where did that come from, Steve wondered.
"I'm sure you're right sir. I guess I just
haven't had much luck with the woman I've got my
"Luck has nothing do with it, son."
"What do you mean, sir?"
The General looked around conspiratorially
"Check the lock on that door, my boy, and have a
seat." Steve hurried to carry out the General's
"You may know that a while back Maggie and I
were having some problems." Steve did know, and
that had contributed to his puzzlement at the
General's encomium to bliss. In fact,
the last time he had run into Margaret Stillworth,
she had a big dopey grin on her face. Steve
assumed she had found herself a strapping staff
sergeant and was getting her lights fucked out on
"Oh it was the usual thing, really. Over the
years Maggie had just gotten less
enthusiastic about sex. A shame! Why you should
have seen her at University of Alabama --hottest
cheerleader on the squad and that was saying a
lot. We won the Sugar Bowl the year I was senior
quarterback, thanks to her. Every time the Notre
Dame passer cocked his arm, Maggie lifted her
little skirt and flashed him her bare pussy. We
got three interceptions that way. Trounced the
Yankee bastards!" the general chuckled.
"When we were first married, all the little
minx wanted to do was fuck. Damned near too much
for me. But after Charles and Amanda came along
Maggie started to slow down. Then last year when
Amanda went into high school, Maggie decided she'd
had enough of pills and jellies and she didn't
trust me with a rubber. If I wanted sex, she
said, I'd have to wait until near the end of her
month when she was sure to be safe."
"No!" Steve exclaimed in mock horror, never
missing an opportunity to butter up his superior.
"A like you, only having sex a few times a
month? Impossible, General!"
"`Fraid so, my boy. Well, of course I
couldn't go without my nooky, so I found myself a
little corporal over in Quartermasters Corps.
Build like a brick shithouse. Started screwing
the daylights out of her. Wasn't a bad fuck," the
General mused. `But she has a face that would
stop a clock,' Steve was too intelligent to add
"I might have continued like that, but the
bitch got airs. Wanted me to divorce Maggie and
marry her. Imagine! And when I told her she was
crazy, all I wanted to do was keep fucking her,
maybe give her a little bundle of joy to remember
me by, she got mad and sent Maggie an anonymous
letter. Well, then Maggie got mad and cut me off
completely, started threatening to divorce me
herself. Fortunately, that's when the over
in Military Intelligence came to my rescue."
"Military intelligence!" Steve blurted.
"Don't make me repeat myself, boy. You think
military intelligence is an oxymoron? If you
didn't spend all your time with that crazy woman
in the funny hot pants, you might learn something
from your colleagues."
"Yes, sir," Steve replied, trying to placate
the General. "So how did the staff of Military
Intelligence help you?".
"Well, the had seen those in the
Post about the raft of professional women who
suddenly quit work and start making babies like
there is no tomorrow. Struck them as a little
funny. They looked into it and found all the
women were patients of a certain Dr. Bock. The
doctor has a clinic and after a husband or
boyfriend sends his sweetie there, she comes back
*real* nice. We made contact with him and
appealed to his patriotic instincts. Sent him a
couple of enemy agents to turn. He made them sing
like cannaries, but he also knocked them up and
ruined everything. I believe the marriages of
several working on the case improved
significantly, judging by the size of their wives'
tummies," the General grinned.
"Well, when I heard about that Dr. Bock, you
can bet I had Maggie hightail it over there. When
she came back that evening, she hardly said
anything; looked real out of it. I was worried
and was ready to go beat the hell out of the
bastard. I changed my mind, though, the next
morning. I woke up with Maggie riding my dick
and screaming out my name in the middle of one
hell of an orgasm. I had to put my hand over her
mouth to keep her from waking the kids. Well,
when she came a few more times and I got her
calmed down, she started bawling and saying that
she was sorry for not fucking me more. I was a
hell of a who deserved more sack time than
she had been giving me and she understood why I
had needed to take a mistress. She sobbed that
she couldn't understand how she could have been
so frigid, and that if I'd stop screwing that
girl, she would to make sure I got all the sex I
wanted at home."
"And damned if she hasn't tried. I'll tell
you the woman's got hot! She begs me to bang her
a couple of times every night and it's hard as
hell to get he out of bed on weekend mornings In
addition, she's started dressing more like a
woman. She started back to wearing high heels and
those big loop earrings that she knows gives me a
hard on. She's been working out to loose a few
pounds and looks damned fine in her new mini-
skirts and a lot finer out of them. She threw
away all those goddamned pantyhose and got
herself some proper stockings. She's costing me a
fortune in lingerie, but, Hell, its worth it!"
"Amazing," Steve said, sincerely this time.
"Damned right! I though I had it as good as
it gets until a couple of weeks ago when she
topped everything. I came home one Friday to an
empty house. Maggie had sent the kids to her
mother's. She met me at the door in a little I-
don't-know-what that showed off her and
barely covered her pussy. Made me forget all
about dinner. Said I could eat *her.* I had been
trying for years to get that woman to open her
legs to my mouth. Well we barely made it
upstairs and soon I was slurping away. She
started making so much noise I thought the
neighbors would complain. I got her off so many
times I was partly drunk on juice.
Finally, she stopped me and said she wanted to ask
me something. I was a little suspicious from all
this buttering up, but told her to go ahead and
ask. She blew my mind. "Honey, please. I think
this is the right time. Would you make me
pregnant tonight? I want to give you more
"Well, I fucked her so hard that night and
all the next day and all day Sunday that I damned
near broke it off in her. I think Amanda was
suspicious when she got back on Sunday night and
saw the big silly grin on her mother's face. And
hell if Maggie wasn't a good counter. Last night
she met me at the door with a big smile and
showed me one of those home pregnancy tests with a
big pink plus sign on it. The woman is out of her
mind, she's so happy. Made me fuck her doggie
style last night "to practice" for when she gets
too big for me to go in the front door."
If he had not been a member of the Joint
Chiefs, the expression on General Albert
Stillworth's face would have to be called a shit-
eating grin. Steve was so envious he couldn't
speak. He wanted to kill the General. He had
seen Margaret Stillworth wiggling her ass across
the base the other day. What a babe she had
become! The thought of this bastard getting
it on with such a sexy woman every night, much
less her letting him make her pregnant again was
almost too much. And he couldn't even get to
first base with ....Wait! If Dr. Bock could turn
Margaret Stillworth into a fucking machine, what
couldn't he do with Wonder Woman?
Steve practically raced out of the General's
office. He spent several hours planning all the
details. Then he sent for Diana Prince. Now
there was a sorry excuse for a woman! Her face
wasn't bad, he had to admit, but those baggy
clothes! That bun. Those shoes! Steve realized
not everyone could look like Wonder Woman, but
Diana hardly looked like a woman at all! Still,
she was Wonder Woman's friend and could always
get in touch with her somehow. Steve tried to
smile when Diana entered.
"Thanks for coming Corporal Prince. I need
to get a message to Wonder Woman."
"I'll try sir," the mousy woman replied.
"There's a new regulation that Wonder Woman
must know about. From now on, all our agents,
even informal ones like Wonder Woman, have to get
annual physical checkups."
"You're saying Wonder Woman must be examined
by a doctor?" Diana asked.
"Not me, Corporal, Reg. 12735, sec. 13 b)"
Steve replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"I don't think she'll go for it, sir. It
seems pretty foolish. There is obviously nothing
wrong with Wonder Woman."
`You can say that again,' Steve almost said
aloud, but, trying not to roll his eyes, he
replied, "It's an official regulation, Corporal.
If she doesn't comply, it will be illegal for us
to let her work for the government. I'm sure
she doesn't want that."
"I guess not. But surely you can't expect
Wonder Woman to just walk into a doctor's office
and ask for an exam."
"Good thinking, Corporal Prince! No. I know
Wonder Woman has some kind of secret identity.
She can use it to go in disguise. Just give her
this envelope. It has the name of a doctor and a
code word. She can call him, tell him the code
word, and he will give her the appointment
without asking who she is. We've arranged
Shaking her head, Diana left Steve's office.
"Military Intelligence! What an oxymoron. Now
maybe if they had women running the place ..."
Three afternoons later, Wonder Woman, in the
guise of Diana Prince, was sitting in the waiting
room of the Bock Gynecological Clinic. She was
surprised at the paucity of good reading material
there, just silly magazines about sex and babies.
She looked away in disgust. Several of the other
women that were waiting seemed to feel the same
way. One by one they were all called, each going
in with a scowl. And one by one each emerged,
utterly changed. They looked ecstatic, hardly
coherent. Diana wondered if it was safe for them
At last Diana, too, was called. She was
surprised by the nurse who introduced herself as
Amaka and asked her to sit down. Amaka was a
tall black woman, very beautiful, and very
friendly. Soon Diana felt totally at ease.
Amaka was asking her funny questions and Diana
was answering them, but in a distracted way,
hardly paying attention to what was going on. She
didn't understand why the pretty woman wanted to
know about how often she masturbated and how.
She didn't like to admit to doing it, feeling it
was a kind of weakness, not becoming an Amazonian
Princess. But the nurse was so friendly, Diana
felt she must tell her everything she wanted to
After the nurse heard that Diana usually had
to get herself off three or four times a night
before being able to get to sleep, she asked
Diana to tell her about her masturbatory
fantasies. Diana giggled. She hardly needed
fantasies! Wonder Woman had enough memories of
forced orgasms to last a lifetime. She shared a
few of them with the nice nurse. This was
turning out to be fun.
Amaka wanted to hear more about that big
green plantamal. Diana enjoyed remembering it
even though the creature had nearly done her in.
The plantamal had not attacked her physically,
just dropped around her let her smell its
flowers. Apparently the fragrance was a kind of
aphrodisiac because it made her so horny! She
had just stopped fighting and let the creature
hold her in its leaves because they were so soft
and it had a tongue-like tendril in her mouth and
another licking her ear. Something else was
stroking her and between her legs and just
everywhere at once.
Amaka thought she would understand better if
Diana showed her how the tendrils were rubbing
her and making her feel so good. Diana liked
that idea. Obligingly, she cupped one of her
titties with her left hand and wormed the right
hand under her tights. It felt just like when
the plantamal slid a tentacle into her and
started moving it in and out, trying to make her
come so it could plant its seed in her. Diana
orgasmed as she told how she had been too smart
for the tentacle and had squeezed it so hard with
her muscles when she came that it withdraw in
Amaka laughed at Diana's and said some
more things. What? Really, it was hard to pay
attention to the words of a woman who had such
large beautiful breasts. Or was it the locket
that was between her breasts. It kept flashing in
her eyes. She was getting so drowsy.
"Go right ahead, dear. Close you eyes. A
good come always makes a very sleepy. You
can have a little nap before we continue." Amaka
was standing in from of her now.
Just a little too late Wonder Woman realized
what was happening to her. The woman was trying
to hypnotize her. Her orgasmed mind felt foggy
already. She had to fight back. "Hey, no," the
sluggish superheroine started to protest as the
mind- deadening words droned on.
Amaka couldn't understand why this Ms Prince
was succumbing so slowly. She had never seen a
woman put up such stiff, if unconscious,
resistance to hypnotic induction. Even getting
her to hadn't quite done the trick.
Amaka suspected Ms. Prince had received training
in fighting off attempts at mind control, so she
proceeded cautiously. With naive women or girls,
hypnotism was like dropping a penny in a basin of
water. The professional women she dealt with
were tougher nuts; putting them to sleep was like
soaking a piece of cardboard; Amaka had to press
for a few minutes, but eventually they sank, too.
Putting Ms. Prince under, however, was like
trying to submerge an inflatable toy. Amaka had
to bear down firmly over a long time until the
woman's consciousness slowly seeped away.
Apparently Amaka had just pressed a little too
hard and tipped her subject to what was going on.
Still, Ms Prince was probably too far gone to
mount an effective resistance now. When a woman
was in this state, Amaka knew how to take her
"It's alright, honey. Don't fight me," Amaka
cooed and herself cupped one of Diana's huge
breasts. Even through layers of clothing it
quickly firmed again. Stroking Diana's tits,
Amaka continued to whisper endearments, telling
her to relax and let herself go. Diana's "No,
No" turned to soft sighs as she became more
Diana could have fought off the soporific
words. She could have fended off the delicious
way the pretty woman was feeling up her titties.
But she could not combat both at the same time.
If she concentrated on blocking out the words,
Amaka's hands did wickedly wonderful things to
her body. When she summoned the will power not
to give in to those deft hands, the words
insinuated themselves into her mind.
Fear only added to her excitement when she
felt a small tingle start between her legs. It
didn't remain small. It grew and spread into her
belly and her thighs, to her and back. It
felt like liquid fire as it raced out to all of
her extremities and re- converged on her brain.
Diana's breath came in gulps. She heard a wail
begin before she knew it was her own. The fire
was everywhere. She felt all her muscles tense;
her body arched. Then it hit. Massive!
Irresistible! Mind-numbing! Nothing existed
outside the fiery orgasm that convulsed her. It
seemed to go on and on and when it released her,
she was limp. The brightness cooled to red-
orange ... then to embers that barely glowed ...
Amaka looked with satisfaction and
considerable relief at the entranced woman. When
her own breathing returned to normal, she lay
Diana down on the low examining table and began
methodically to remove her clothes. Even under
the bulky sweater and calf-length tweed
skirt, Amaka could tell Diana was a well-built
woman. Why did she hide it? The blouse followed
the sweater to the floor and still there was some
kind of body under that. Gently, Amaka
began to tug it loose.
Bloody hell! Under the body was an
outlandish and white lycra top covering a
truly mammoth set of jugs. As Amaka pulled away
more and more of the body stocking, the pattern
became recognizable. Damn weird! Under her
clothes, this Ms. Prince was dressed like ...
"My god! ... What if ... ?" Amaka suddenly
thought. It made a kind of frightening sense --
the abnormally strong resistance to hypnosis, her
wild fantasies. Amaka had to find out. "Ms.
Prince, answer me truthfully. Why do you have on
the costume of Wonder Woman?"
"I am Wonder Woman," was her droned reply.
Her heart leaping to her throat, Amaka hit
the intercom button. "James. Get in here
immediately. You've got to see this!"
"Oh, yes! ... Fuck, yes! ... Oh, my darling!
... Give it to me! ... Oh, god, ... you're going
to make me ... Ahhhh!!!" came the reply in a
voice that was an octave above James's. Amaka
hated speaker phones at moments like this. Why
didn't James just stop fucking the Pickering
woman for a moment and pick up the damn
telephone? The question answered it self when she
heard James grunting as he did just before he
"...uhh, uhh ...be right there ...uhh, uhh
... darling ... UUUUUUUHHHH!"
By the time a slightly sheepish Dr. James
Bock walked in wearing only his stethoscope,
Amaka had Wonder Woman stripped down to just her
costume. James froze and stared at the sight in
silent awe. There could be no doubt about the
identity of the woman lying there. Anybody could
put on a kinky costume, but not just anybody had
that body. That blue-black hair, that waspish
waist flaring to those wide, man-humping hips,
those magnificent mammaries, rising and falling
with each peaceful breath.
"Wonder Woman!" James announced, only stating
what was evident. "Wonder Woman!" he said again
more softly, still not adding anything to the
information already available. "I'm gong to fuck
If he had not been a respected member of the
medical profession, the expression on Dr. James
Bock's face would have to be called a shit-eating
grin. "I've always wanted to fuck Wonder Woman,"
he exclaimed, adumbrating the obvious. Every
in America wanted to fuck Wonder Woman.
Amaka shook her head. Devoted as she was to
this man, at times like this she recognized that
James, like others of his gender, was still just
an overgrown teen-age boy. "Daring, do you think
we should?" Amaka asked. "She *is* a
superheroine. Without her who knows what dangers
our country would face from natural disasters,
foreign invaders, demented scientists, and alien
predators. Can we afford to turn her into a sex
slave of this Col. Trevor?"
"I'm going to fuck Wonder Woman," James said
again, not having weighed Amaka's argument
"I don't think you should, James" Amaka said,
standing her ground.
"Not fuck Wonder Woman?" James asked, finally
hearing his partner. "Like hell! Prep her!" he
A shiver ran through Amaka. She knew she
would have to do as he said, even though it
didn't seem right. James could make her do
anything. There was no point in making him be
more forceful. Reluctantly, Amaka pulled down
the star spangled tights of the unconscious
Wonder Woman and began to tease her with
her fingers. She felt the little tingle of
pleasure between her own legs that always
rewarded her when she did something to please
James. Slowly at first but with growing
enthusiasm she began to eat the of the
costumed woman lying before her.
Wow! With her inhibitions suppressed, Wonder
Woman's body responded with alacrity to Amaka's
fingers, lips, and tongue. In seconds the
helpless superheroine was moaning in arousal and
seconds later she was wracked in orgasm. Amaka
was rewarded by a copious flow of her love juice.
The taste was amazing. Wonder Woman's spend had
the sweetness of an over-ripe melon, the
saltiness of rare-cooked roast beef, the exotic
freshness of wild mushrooms and mountain sage.
She knew Wonder Woman was not called that because
of the way she tasted, but Amaka decided she
deserved the appellation for that, if nothing
Wonder Woman had hardly descended from the
first orgasmic high when Amaka, no longer
reluctantly, began to take her back up the
mountain. She was disappointed when James
impatiently pushed he aside. "Good job, darling.
I'll take over from here."
Amaka watched as James slid his prick into
the warm wet cavity her hand had just vacated.
Her opinion about the wisdom of this had not
changed, but her opinion didn't count. James was
fucking Wonder Woman and in a few hours America's
greatest superheroine would be little more than
the personal property of the who had sent her
here. There was nothing Amaka could do to
Fucking Wonder Woman was everything James's
wildest fantasies led him to expect. Her
opened to his prick like butter, but held it
firmly as he slid in and out. She moaned in
sweet surrender and a mere tap of his fingers
brought her legs to his shoulders. Thrust for
thrust, her body responded to his with grace and
athleticism. He knew Wonder Woman was not called
that because of the way she fucked, but James
decided she deserved the appellation for that, if
James pushed Wonder Woman through four
orgasms of increasing volume before he, too, lost
control. As his seed shot into her, he rued not
having put an impregnation clause in the contract
with Col. Trevor. How could he have known this
was not just a routine job of a guy who wanted
his secretary for a fuck toy? Too late now.
James collapsed on the inert body of the fucked
Amaka gave him a few moments to recover
before she spoke. "James, darling, there is
something you should know about Mrs. Pickering."
`Mrs. Pickering?' James thought, astounded
that Amaka could bring up something so
monumentally irrelevant. He had just fucked
*Wonder Woman!* "Huh?"
"Yes, darling. I checked her chart. This is
the middle of her period. If you do a *really*
good job on her today ..." she let the
implication speak for itself.
James was starting to be able to think again.
"Today, huh?" The boyfriend of the voluptuous
matron had not said anything one way or the other
about knocking her up. He was mainly interested
in taking the money of the unsatisfied wife. Mr.
Pickering, who could certainly afford another
kid, would be overjoyed, believing it was his, as
would the woman's younger lover. Seldom was
making three people happy such a pleasant task.
It was practically an obligation, James reflected
applying Benthamite logic. "But we're not
through here." James made the pro forma protest,
but he was warming to the idea of putting a baby
in the soft round body of Dorothy Pickering and
all those pre-natal checkup *that* would entail.
"I'll take care of everything here, honey.
All I need to do is put the machines on her. You
run along." Amaka coaxed.
"But Col. Trevor will be around to collect
her about 5:00 PM."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of Col.
Trevor," Amaka assured him. James's cock was
getting stiff by the time he reached the door.
An hour and a half later Amaka was sitting in
front of Col. Steve Trevor. Wonder Woman lay
naked behind her still deeply unconscious. If he
had not been a high ranking officer in military
intelligence, the expression on Col. Steve
Trevor's his face would have to be called a shit-
eating grin. Amaka regarded him sternly.
"This is a big responsibility, Col. Trevor.
We did not know it was Wonder Woman you had sent
us. May I have your word as an officer and a
gentleman that you will treat her with respect and
allow her to continue her duties to our country?
"Yeah, yeah, just let me have her," Steve
replied, not entirely convincingly.
"She is a superheroine, after all," Amaka
pointed out. "You won't force her to do things
that are beneath her dignity will you?"
"Nah" Steve replied distractedly, not taking
his eyes off of Wonder Woman's huge bare tits.
"I see," Amaka continued. "Well, then, I
have just a few more instructions. I want you to
pay careful attention. Col. Trevor, please look
directly at me as I speak. This is important. I
need you to focus on what I am saying. You must
do every thing I tell you ..." *****
"Oh, Steve! Yes! Oh, baby! Yes! Fuck me
Steve, Fuck me! Don't stop!" Wonder Woman was
screaming in ecstasy as Col. Steve Trevor
complied with her totally unneeded injunctions.
He had her doggie fashion, holding on to that
ample, round ass as he pounded away at her pussy.
Wonder Woman's head thrashed from side to side as
she called out for him not to stop. This was
heaven. She couldn't get enough of Steve's cock.
He was such a magnificent lover, so wonderful in
every way. As another orgasm engulfed her she
knew she was the luckiest superheroine in the
Steve was more than pleased with Wonder
Woman, he reflected between strokes. The visit
to Dr. Bock's clinic had worked out perfectly.
Wonder Woman had turned into a sex maniac who
never, never turned him down. If they were alone,
she would come onto him. She would fuck as long
as he could hold out, any time, any place, in any
position. As long as she got him in her, she was
happy. She though he was a god and loved to do
little things to please him. It was paradise to
be with her. If he only had more staying power.
But sooner or later he would loose it. Oh, no!
The overpowering urge to release in her was too
great. He had to ... come! Exhausted as always
after these bouts, Steve fell into Wonder Woman's
arms. He let her cuddle his head to those
marvelous boobs, and drifted off to sleep. *****
"Reveille, darling," Diana's cheery voice
rang out, bringing Steve back to a different
reality. This always happened. Whenever and
wherever he fucked Wonder Woman, he woke up in
Diana's apartment. Here, he didn't know if he was
in heaven or hell. He could not understand why,
at almost the same time Wonder Woman had come
back from the Bock Clinic, Diana had started to
change. For the first time Steve realized Diana
was a woman, too -- in fact a babe! The new
clothes had a lot do with it. Diana gave up
flats for stylish four inch pumps. The cut of her
skirts rose from three inches below the knee to
five or six inches above. And suddenly the woman
had tits. Not just tits, bazookas! Where had
they been all this time? Amazingly, and
notwithstanding that he was fucking the lights out
of America's No. 1 superheroine, Steve found
himself falling in love with Wonder Woman's best
Steve had always known the relationship
between the two women was strange, but this was
even stranger. Although Diana welcomed Steve's
growing affection, she knew about and did nothing
to discourage his relationship with Wonder Woman.
In fact she seemed to want him to keep at it,
like going to the gym, something he should do for
His time with Diana was so different from
that with Wonder Woman. The nympho superheroine
had only one thing on her mind. She wanted to be
stripped and fucked, the harder and longer, the
better. She didn't need sweet words; she didn't
need foreplay; she needed a man, or rather a
man's prick, and bad. They hardly spoke except
for Steve to order her from one position to
another and for Wonder Woman to moan and plead for
more and longer sex, and afterwards to ask when
he would do her again.
Diana, on the other hand, was a romantic.
She loved candlelight dinners at fancy
restaurants, going out to dance under the stars,
attending the theater, the opera. But she loved
staying home, too. Diana and Steve read aloud to
each other. He wrote her poems. She sent him
flowers. They cooked together. They spent long
happy hours just cuddling on the couch.. After
the proper warm-up, Diana loved to let Steve
undress her and kiss her big titties, gradually
trailing his tongue down her belly and finally
eating her. Steve loved to pleasure Diana's
snatch. She came hard when he did it right and
he was doing it right more and more often
Strangely, Steve's memories of their nights
together were dim after this point. He certainly
couldn't ask Diana if he fucked her or not. He
guessed he did, since when he woke up in bed with
her, she always told him how wonderful he had
been. He was too embarrassed to tell her about
his dreams of fucking Wonder Woman
If Steve had been more perceptive about
women, that is, if he had not been a man, he
might have realized that Wonder Woman and Diana
complemented each other perfectly. One wanted a
sweet, gentle lover who treated her like a lady,
with affection and dignity. The other wanted a
vigorous, domineering who fucked her stupid.
Steve might have put two and two together, but of
course, he never did.
As Steve fell more deeply in love with Diana,
she seemed to change in other ways as well.
Clearly she loved him, but she also expected a
lot from him. At first she just asked favors, but
gradually she became more demanding in ways that
Steve could never refuse. He found he was
spending more and more time at her apartment,
using his own bachelor pad mainly as a place to
screw Wonder Woman occasionally. Gradually all
his clothes, at least the ones Diana approved of,
were transferred here. And since he was living
with her, Diana expected Steve to do his share of
the housework, more than his share, he sometimes
"Up and at `em, big boy. You have a lot to
do today," Diana smiled down at her handsome,
infatuated lover. "The place really needs a good
vacuuming, dear, especially the drapes. And
remember what I told you about separating the
whites and colors when you do the washing. Would
you do my unmentionables by hand with the
Woolite? Let's see, I think the bathrooms could
stand freshening up, too. I believe this is the
week you clean the oven, no? By the way, could
you be a dear and make the canapās for Monday
afternoon. I'm giving a baby shower for Margaret
Stillworth and I do want everything to be perfect
as I'm sure you do, too."
Steve looked up at Diana. She was asking a
lot. This was his only day off. He had not been
able to get in any golf for weeks. He wanted to
protest, but she was smiling down at him so
sweetly, he just melted. "Sure, honey. What are
you doing today?"
"Oh a million things. I've got a girlfriend
coming over here at 10:00 to pick me up. Do try
to be decent by then." Leaning down to give him
a peck, she turned on her heel and left. *****
Steve shut off the vacuum when he heard the
doorbell. Opening the door he saw a tall,
beautiful black woman who looked slightly
familiar. She seemed to know him. "Hi Steve. Is
"Almost, I guess," Steve replied with a
confused look on his face.
"That's Amaka," Diana sang out from the
bathroom. "Keep her company while I finish my
"How are things working out, Steve? Are you
happy here?" Amaka asked.
Steve was more confused by this question from
a woman he didn't know, but he told her in some
detail that yes, he was very happy. "I knew you
would be. Diana is a good woman."
"Bye - bye, darling," Diana said as she left.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Wonder Woman called. She
said she'd like to go over to your apartment
tonight for some `good fashioned you know
what.' I told her you could go if you finished
you chores. Do try. She sounded pretty
desperate," Diana grinned.
Minutes later a still puzzled but excited
Steve Trevor was back hastily vacuuming as Diana
and Amaka's heels clicked toward the elevator.
They kissed briefly and hit the down button.
Diana and Amaka had a big day planned. First
they went to the best lingerie boutique in town
to pick out more slinky underwear for Diana. Her
taste had improved, but Amaka thought she could
still use some help. Next, they went to the mall
and spent a delightful two hours teasing and
torturing a goofy-looking shoe salesman named
Bundy by trying on dozens of high heel sandals
and spiky pumps, ultimately rejecting them all as
Diana suggested the new French restaurant for
watercress quiche and what turned out to be two
bottles of Chardonnay. After a few glasses the
women were giggling so much several of the other
patrons looked askance. The friends were having
so much fun, they paid no attention. When they
got to Amaka's house around 3:00 PM, both women
were tipsy, but they knew just what they were
about. As soon as the door closed Diana grabbed
Amaka and kissed her hard. Amaka responded,
pulling Diana into a tighter embrace. "I've been
dying to get my hands on you all day," Diana
whispered, nibbling Amaka's ear.
"Not more than I've wanted you" Amaka
replied, stroking Diana's buttocks. "I hardly
know where to start."
"How about here," Diana replied, starting to
unbutton Amaka's blouse. Several mutual orgasms
later the two friends cuddled close and fell
Amaka was awakened by a kiss from Diana.
"Oh, Love, I am so happy and I owe it all to you.
You've given me everything I ever wanted in a
and your friendship, too"
"Is friendship all you want from me?" Amaka
teased, stroking one of Diana's large tits.
"You know what I mean," Diana replied, too
serene to be teased. "I have Steve, adorable
Steve who makes my heart `go pitter patter ...'"
"The best you've ever had wrapped around
your finger." Amaka smiled.
"And Wonder Woman is getting about as much
sex as any mortal can provide,"
"And since she isn't `giving herself' to
anyone, she keeps her super powers." Amaka
"Yes. But I've got a couple of ideas to
improve things." Diana grinned
"What?" her friend replied.
"I think I know what to do about Wonder
Woman's problem with Steve's stamina.
"I don't know honey. James has done about
all that is physically possible there." Amaka
"True, but why should Steve be so selfish
with Wonder Woman. He has friends like that
hunky Bruce Wayne or that cute reporter, Clark
Kent. He could invite them over an share!"
Amaka clapped her hands in glee. "That's
great! What's you r second idea?"
"Well, I've been thinking it would be fun for
Steve to get us pregnant."
"What?" Amaka asked, a look of surprise and
concern crossing her face.
"Not me and you, silly. Looks like James is
taking good care of you," Diana chuckled,
reaching over to pat the cute little paunch below
Amaka's waist. "Me and Wonder Woman."
Itís okay to *READ* about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isnít okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.