Message-ID: <38852asstr$1035083402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20021019185140.58792.qmail@web11605.mail.yahoo.com> From: Homer Vargas MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 11:51:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Wonder Woman's Examination-Repost (MC, Mdom, Fdom, preg) Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 23:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Wonder Woman's Examination Homer Vargas Vargas111@hooyahooya.com MC, Mdom, Fdom, preg Point of View: Third Person Redistribution: No restriction except that the story may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name and email, and request for feedback must remain intact. Summary: Steve Trevor hears about "The Clinic." First Posted 11/3/98 Last Edited 10/20/02 Although this story 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. Col. Steve Trevor was in a bad humor even although the report he had for his commanding officer was good. 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 His Country into the likeness of Osama bin Laden. Steve had foiled the attempt, but only, as usual, 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 38 DD boobs gave him a perpetual hard-on. He had tried everything to get into those hot, 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 "tortured" 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. It happened with sufficient frequency to make him suspect she really got off on it, too, although she always pretended to be horrified by the escapades. But for all the pleasure she had taken from substitutes, Steve knew she had never been properly done by a real live human male penis. How Steve longed to be the first, although he had almost given up 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 just wanted 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 such a big dopey grin on her face, Steve assumed she had found herself a strapping staff sergeant and was getting her lights fucked out. Surely this old fart wasn't the man making a babe like Margaret happy! "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 sayin' a lot. The year I was senior quarterback, we won the Sugar Bowl thanks to her. Every time the Notre Dame passer got ready to throw, Maggie lifted her skirt. When he cocked his arm, Maggie's bare pussy armed his cock. 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 she was 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 that was Maggie's idea, 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, astounded. "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 LIT-TLE funny. They looked into it and found all the women were patients of a certain Dr. Bock. The doctor has this clinic and after a husband or boyfriend sends his sweetie there, she comes back *real* nice. Well, we made contact with the good doctor and appealed to his patriotic instincts. Sent him a couple of women enemy agents to turn. Worked fine except he knocked them up and ruined everything. I believe the marriages of several men working on the case improved significantly, though, 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 quick, 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. Better yet, she was wearing nothing but stocking and heels and was made up like a strumpet. 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 loopy earrings that she knows give 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 damn if its not 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.* Beat me since 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, I've been thinking a strong virile man like you deserves to have more than just two children. I know you could have your pick of younger, prettier women who would love to have your babies. but this is the right time for me. Would you please make ME pregnant tonight?'" "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 day 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 blue 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. In the middle of her climaxes, she said she wanted at least three more." 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, tits bouncing. What a babe she had become! The thought of this old bastard getting his prick in 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 ... But 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 and making arrangements. 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 who knows if she had a body under those baggy clothes! That bun. The spectacles. Those shoes! Steve realized not every woman 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 an urgent 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 growled aloud, but, trying not to roll his eyes, he replied, "It's an official DoD 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, sir. 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, she thought. 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. There was a beautiful, sparkling pendant hanging between her luscious breasts. 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 got off. She didn't like to admit to doing it, feeling it was a kind of weakness, not becoming an Amazonian Princess. But talking to the friendly nurse about it make her kind of hot and Diana didn't mine telling 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 letting her smell its pretty 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. Soon 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 pendant 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 the little bit 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. What amazing resistance! When her own breathing returned to normal, Amaka 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 up 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. "Diana, sweetie, answer me truthfully. Why do you have on a Wonder Woman costume?" "Am Wonder Woman," was her sleepy 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 handset? The question answered it self when she heard James grunting as he did just before he unloaded. "...uhh, uhh ...be right there ...uhh, uhh ... darling ...I'm comiiiiiiiiig 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 the face of Dr. James Bock 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 him, at times like this she recognized that James, like all men, was still just an overgrown teen-age boy. "Daring, do you think you 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 for this Col. Trevor?" "I'm going to fuck Wonder Woman," James said again, seemingly 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. Amaka was disappointed when James impatiently pushed her 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?" he inquired. "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. The youth was mainly interested in making the unsatisfied wife into his sugar mommy. 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, though he was warming to the idea of putting a baby in the soft round body of Dorothy Pickering and all those pre-natal checkups *that* would entail. "Oh, 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 too," 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 had no idea 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. He was confirming Amaka's worst suspicions. "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 the superheroine 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 to make it last forever. 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 the change in 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. Every time after he fucked Wonder Woman, he woke up back 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, too. For the first time Steve realized Diana also was a woman -- 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 eye-popping inches above. And suddenly, the woman had tits. Not just tits, bazookas! Where had THEY been hiding 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 his secretary and Wonder Woman's best friend. Steve had always known the relationship between the two women was strange, but this was even stranger. Diana welcomed Steve's growing affection, although 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 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 longer and harder, the better. She didn't need sweet words; she didn't need foreplay; she needed a man, or rather a man's prick, the prick of Col. Steve Trevor, U. S. Army, 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 how soon could 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 so 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 sessions 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 could 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. He knew she loved him, of course, but she also expected a lot from him. At first she just asked little 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. 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 busy day today," Diana smiled down at her handsome, infatuated lover. "The place really needs a good vacuuming, dear, especially the drapes. When you do the washing, don't forget what I told you about separating the whites and colors. And don't forget you do my unmentionables by hand with the Woolite," she smiled. "But Diana ..." Steve tried to protest, but she breezed ahead. "Let's see, I think the bathrooms could stand freshening up, don't you? And I believe this is the week you clean the oven, no? Oh, 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 months. 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 wore a miniskirt that barely covered her panties, it she had any on. She seemed to know him. "Hi Steve. Is Diana ready?" "Almost, I guess," Steve replied with a confused look on his face. "That's my friend Amaka," Diana sang out from the bedroom. "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 such a 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 letting him peek up their skirts and guess if they shaved their pussies. They tried 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 one mortal man can provide." "And since she isn't 'giving herself' to anyone, she keeps her super powers, right." 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 and share!" Amaka clapped her hands in glee. "That's great! What's your 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 forming below Amaka's waist. "Me and Wonder Woman." 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