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Wonder Woman’s Examination



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 Father 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 r*ped 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 man 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 man 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 older man 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
young 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 eye on.”

“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 order.

“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 married 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.

“Oh it was the usual thing, really. Over the years old
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 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 man 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 aloud.

“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 boys over in Military
Intelligence came to my rescue.”

“Military intelligence?” Steve asked.

“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 boys had seen those stories 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. Worked fine except he
also knocked them up and ruined everything. I believe the
marriages of several men 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 stud 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 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 tits 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 pussy 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 babies.”

“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 old 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 everything.”

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 to drive.

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 know.

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 breasts 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
pussy 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 cunt muscles when she came that it withdraw in pain.

Amaka laughed at Diana’s story 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 girl 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 masturbate 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 farther.

“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 aroused.

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 breasts 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 ... then
blackness.

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 thick 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 stocking
under that. Gently, Amaka began to tug it loose.

Bloody hell! Under the body stocking was an outlandish
red 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 came.

“...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 Wonder Woman!”

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 man 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 carefully.

“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 ordered.

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 pussy
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 snatch 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 else!

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
man who had sent her here. There was nothing Amaka could do to
prevent it.

Fucking Wonder Woman was everything James’s wildest
fantasies led him to expect. Her cunt 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 nothing else!

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 out
superheroine.

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
world.

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 friend.

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 is health.

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
man 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 felt.

“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 dr*pes. 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 canapés
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 Diana
ready?”

“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 make up.”

“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 old 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
insufficiently sexy.

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 asleep.

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 man 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 man you’ve ever had wrapped around your
finger.” Amaka smiled.

“And Wonder Woman is getting about as much sex as any
mortal man can provide,”

“And since she isn’t ‘giving herself’ to anyone, she keeps
her super powers.” Amaka continued.

“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 cautioned.

“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.”



End of Story