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Dear Benjamin,

This No. three.

Cheers.

Homer




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.

Wonder Woman’s Examination

by Homer Vargas

	Col. Steve Trevor was in a bad humor even although he had 
good news for his commanding officer.  He had broken up a 
terrorist group that threatened a major National Monument.  He 
learned of a plot to plant explosives in George Washington’s image 
on Mt. Rushmore that would have turned the face of the 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.

	“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 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 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.”

The end

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