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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 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 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 on the side.

"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 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 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 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 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. He made them sing like cannaries, but 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, 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 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? A sexy man like you deserves 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 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 canap‚s 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."