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The day began like many others would for our superheroine friend with the usual
easy capture of common criminals and petty thieves. But it would end like no
other, for our sexy super heroine would begin an adventure like none she had
experienced before, one that would change her life completely.

Our story began routinely enough in the steamy jungles of South America with the
eruption of a volcano near a small native village at the headwaters of the
Amazon. The volcano erupted with astounding ferocity, shooting ash and lava as
far as the eye could see. The lava's roaring torrent ate away at the landscape
as it rushed down toward a tiny isolated village.

The village could have been there for thousands of years thus, its inhabitants
had thought the giant monster to the North was but a distant memory to a time
that had long since passed. Now suddenly their village was faced with certain
annihilation.

That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the apprehension of a couple of bank
robbers. This afternoon she was flying the South America patrol for the Justice
League of America when she noticed the volcanic eruption and saw the plight of
the village. She turned her invisible plane around at once, knowing that she
was the village's only hope. Within minutes she was over the site. With the
lava rushing toward the village she realized there was no time to spare. From
in her plane she lassoed a large bolder and with all the power the plane could
muster lifted the bolder and placed it on top of the volcano's crater, diverting
the lava flow harmlessly in another direction. In this way she was able to stem
the lava's forward progress.

Only when she was sure that the danger from the volcano was past did Wonder
Woman land her plane in a clearing next to the village. There she was greeted
by a throng of women who bowed down before her and worshipped as if she were a
goddess. Wonder Woman tried to explain that she was not a goddess, (Of course
she is a goddess in any *man's* book.) and said she only did what any
superheroine would have done. Never having read Marvel Comics, however, the
women did not understand this explanation but insisted she come with them into
the village for a feast. Wonder Woman graciously accepted the invitation.

It was a beautiful village with neat thatched huts and fields around were laid
out geometrically. As she looked around she became aware that there was
something odd about the village. It was *too* pretty, *too* orderly. There was
no trash lying about. The lanes were lined with white stones that matched
almost perfectly. The thatch of the huts was evenly trimmed and the mud walls
were all painted in bright cheerful colors. Each hut had a window box of
plants. Rows of flowers were interspersed among the lush crops. Cows had bows
around their necks and pigs were squeaky (Agggh!) clean . The village seemed
so... *feminine.*

That was it! Wonder Woman realized that there were no *men* around. When she
inquired and explained what she meant, the women just laughed. Yes, there were
stories and legends about another kind of human -- larger, smellier creatures,
totally unsuited to village life. Perhaps some lived on the other side of the
mountains, but none of the women had ever seen one. They knew of no other
people but themselves. Their valley was cut off on three sided by the sheer
flanks of the volcano and the river exited through an impassible gorge. As
Wonder Woman saw the amazing variety of crops produced on the rich volcanic
soil, the fruit that could be gathered from the jungle, and the large number of
domestic animals, she could see how the village was able to exist comfortably,
though completely isolated off from the outside world. They received and needed
nothing from the outside but, except...

Then Wonder Woman came to another shocking realization. Although there were no
men in the village or anywhere in the whole valley, there were women of all ages
from smiling old crones to infant girls. In fact, she noticed there was a group
of beautiful young women that all seemed to be about eight months pregnant. One
doe-eyed beauty typified the others, looking ever so lovely with her gorgeous
round belly and full firm breasts all of which she somehow just managed to
cover. The clothes on her pregnant body looked like they were ready to explode
so tightly was it stretched to cover the woman's ever expanding form. The cloth
was light blue in color and through it you could see the woman's nipples which
stood out, pointed and stiff The cloth was so tight that it seemed to cup each
breast and made them seem even fuller which only accentuated every sensual curve
of this pregnant nymph's sexy shape. Wonder Woman could just about make out the
stretch marks through the cloth. And then of course there was her belly button
which was being forced out by the ever growing child within.

How was this possible? She wondered. but decided it was best not to ask the
women directly just then because she felt it might offend them. Perhaps at the
feast she would learn more as indeed she did -- much much more than she ever
imagined!

Wonder Woman also noticed with a displeasure she tried to conceal that the women
of the village were very free with their bodies. She saw girls kissing each
other on the mouth or women giving one another an affectionate slap on the ass,
or squeezing together in embrace so warm their tits must touch. She saw couples
drift off only to come back later flushed and laughing as if they had been doing
something delightfully naughty. In her prudish way, Wonder Woman attributed
this immorality to ignorance and isolation from wholesome American culture,
though she was too PC to say such a thing.

The fires were being lit and a sumptuous meal prepared and as the first flagons
of wine began to be passed around, Wonder Woman got up the courage to inquire
how village women could conceive without men. The group of smiling village
elders -- gorgeous, voluptuous women in their -- forties? -- broke into gales of
nervous laughter and told Wonder Woman to come with them. They guided her
outside the village along a carefully tended path. There in a perfect little
grove they showed her a curious pillar.

The leader explained that they prayed to the pillar and worshipped it as their
god. When the time came, a group of virgins were presented to the god and, if
worthy, each would bear a child. The pillar was a long phallic shaped object
which stood some 20 feet in the air. Around it were dozens of smaller
phalluses. At the base of the pillar there was also an inscription which none
of the women could read. To her amazement, Wonder Woman saw that the script was
a very archaic form of Greek which she could decipher "Thou who art come of age,
give thyself upon the stone and thou shalt be blessed with child."

Wonder Woman was tempted to dismiss this inscription and the women's belief out
of hand, but *something* had to explain how women who had never been with men
could bear children. The pillar fascinated her and she felt herself strangely
drawn to it. As she approached the pillar she experienced sensations she had
never felt before. She was suddenly more aware of her sexuality and try as she
might to avoid it, sexual images of herself with a large, harry man flooded her
head. The closer she got to the statute the hornier she found herself and the
more realistic the fantasy. She saw herself lying on the ground, her legs
spread obscenely with an expression of total ecstasy on her face as the harry
man fucked away at her vigorously. Her arousal was so intense that if the other
women hadn't been looking she probably would have masturbated right there!

Fortunately for her dignity, someone called the group to come back of the
village for the feast. Moving away from the phallus the sensation diminished
and Wonder Woman was able momentarily to put out of mind how horny being near
the pillar had made her.

Of course she was led to a place at the head of the table where she was seated
at the side of the beautiful Queen Althea. During the feast, however, Wonder
Woman's mind kept wondering back to the sensations she had experienced in the
presence of the pillar.

The native wine was good and surprisingly potent. Wonder Woman realized she
would have to be careful not to drink too much, but without realizing it she
allowed Althea to keep refilling her glass until she was quite as tipsy as the
rest of the women. Only Althea remained sober.

At the table next to hers, Wonder Woman noticed a group of girls that all
appeared to be about sixteen who were being served from a special pitcher.
Through a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman reflected that girls so young shouldn't
be drinking. The judgmental superheroine would have done better to pay
attention to her own behavior rather than worrying about others', for in her
haze she did not notice that her own cup was also being filled from that same
pitcher.

As Queen Althea poured her still another cup of the special wine, Wonder Woman
found herself thinking about how badly she wanted sex. She felt a tingling
sensation in her breasts and between her legs. She noticed that her nipples
were distended and that the moisture oozing from her pussy had produced an
expanding wet spot in her tight blue and star hot pants. Embarrassed, she hoped
Althea did not see it. The urge to reach down into her briefs and get her self
off returned and became almost unbearable.

Shaking her head to clear her mind of such thoughts, Wonder Woman looked around
and was shocked. The feast was turning into an orgy. A sexual frenzy had come
upon the women who very publicly were kissing and feeling each other up or even
69-ing on mats that had been laid out by the tables. She turned to Althea
expecting the Queen to stop this disgusting, though arousing, display of public
immorality.

"The spirit of the god is upon us. It is beautiful is it not?" the Queen said
with a serene smile, seeming to defuse Wonder Woman's unspoken disapproval. "It
is the night of the Presentation. It is fitting that women express our love,
our desire for one another," she explained looking deep into Wonder woman's
eyes. "We love you, too, Beautiful One." Before the astonished Amazon could
reply, the Queen placed her hand behind Wonder Woman's neck and was kissing her
full on the lips.

Wonder Woman's first instinct was to reject the overture, but with her reflexes
dulled by the wine, she hesitated. The Queen's kiss lingered and became more
passionate. The Queen's arms slipped around her, pulling her close, the
voluptuous woman's large tits crushing her own. Wonder Woman realized to her
horror that without thinking she was cuddling close to the older woman and
kissing her back! Her tongue and the Queen's were writhing together like
love-sick snakes What was happening to her? Maybe it was the wine or that
blasted pillar. She had never done anything like this before.

A wave of revulsion and shame swept over her and with an effort of will power
she broke the kiss. "Queen Althea, I thank you for your hospitality, but I
really must go," she managed to make herself say. "It's a long journey back to
my country," she said, her voice quavering from barely suppressed lust. The
Queen would know that she was only making an excuse, that seeing women making
love to women made her uncomfortable, but she wanted to be polite.

The Queen continued to smile regally at her and did not seem offended. "Oh
please do not leave us just now, Beautiful One. The feast has just begun. You
must stay for the Presentation. Is there nothing I can do to make you change
your mind?

Wonder Woman was about to say "no," but the words never got the chance to form.
The Queen, answering her own question, slipped a hand into Wonder Woman's
costume and took possession of one of her tits. "Do you not enjoy a woman's
pleasures?" Althea whispered and kissed her again. "Stay, Beautiful One, and I
will pleasure you." The bolt of erotic sensation that shot through Wonder Woman
left her weak, too distracted to object. In a kind of erotic daze, Wonder Woman
allowed the Queen gently to pull her down onto a nearby mat and to begin
sucking first one then another of her sensitive Amazonian jugs in earnest.

Wonder Woman's head swam. She felt giddy, totally overpowered by a strange
desire. She knew this was totally wrong. She had never allowed anyone, woman
or man, o fondle her tits before. But she loved what this beautiful mature
woman was doing to her boobs so much, she couldn't make her stop. Wonder
Woman's breath grew short and she felt a warmth almost like liquid fire growing
inside her. Great Zeus she was about to come and the woman hadn't even touched
her cli...

"No! NO! Aiiiiiii" Wonder Woman screamed in ecstasy. Her body was convulsed
by an intense orgasm as soon as the Queen's finger had touched her clitoris.
She may have blacked out for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, the
Queen was staring down at her lovingly .

"That was good, Beautiful One. You needed pleasuring, didn't you?"

Wonder Woman could only look up at her in dazed confusion and nod her head
`yes'.

"I could see your need, Beautiful One, in your too rapid steps, the way you
spoke too fast. You were tense and your mind was filled with many things a
woman should not trouble with. You will lie tonight with me. I will relax you,
... take away your cares.... I will fill you with pleasure, ... and empty ...
your mind," she added ominously, but Wonder Woman didn't catch the hint of
danger. The Queen continued slowly to finger the overpowered superheroine's
pussy.

Wonder Woman thought dizzily she should leave, but the orgasm had left her
disoriented and the words of her beautiful companion rang true. She did need to
relax. She had been working virtually twenty hours a day for weeks. As Diana
Prince she had a high-pressure job as a lawyer and as Wonder Woman she was
constantly on call. On call! She started. She should be off to continue her
patrol right now, she thought something like panic gripping her chest. Althea
saw Wonder woman's reaction and quickly spoke a few words. The queen's voice
and magic hand between her legs stopped Wonder Woman's thought in mid-formation,
calming her instantly.

"You shout too loudly when you come into a woman's pleasure, Beautiful One. We
shall continue, but you must accompany with me to my quarters. It will be more
... seemly.

This was insane. A beautiful lesbian had just seduced her and now wanted to
take her away to her quarters and fuck her senseless? `No way!'. Then she felt
the Queen's magic hand move within her pussy again and a new wave of desire
swept over her. She needed the promised release. There was no way she could
refuse. The orgasm this time was not instantaneous. She felt it build up --
slowly, deliciously, inevitably. But when it burst over her, Wonder Woman was
utterly transported!

Wonder Woman's recollections after that orgasm were hazy. Perhaps two young
women helped steady her as the Queen lead her from the banquet to the Queen's
quarters. She was pretty sure that the Queen's fingers never left her pussy as
she was taken away. The Queen held her on the verge of another orgasm until the
two young women gently put her to bed. "Now we can take our pleasure in
private, Beautiful One," the Queen said as she lay down beside her and took
Wonder Woman in her arms again.

No, this could not be happening to her, but then she felt the Queen's lips on
her lips ... the `other' ones. Oh no, oh yes! She was going down for a
woman! No mortal man could have forced apart Wonder Woman's powerful thighs,
but the Queen found only the slightest resistance as she gently opened up Wonder
Woman's dripping snatch to her kisses. The aroused and panting Amazon could
only moan when she felt the Queen's tongue invade the temple of her self. All
questions and caution were suddenly washed away by another orgasm, as the Queen
gently sucked gently on her clitoris.

The Amazonian Princess lost all track of time. At some point she saw or rather
sensed the Queen had turned around into the 69 position, placing her moist pussy
just above Wonder Woman's face. The Costumed Crime-Fighter had never done this,
but in a orgasmic daze, she knew what was expected. She reached up and pulled
the Queen's dripping crotch to her mouth and began to drink from the older
woman's copiously flowing slit. Soon she was rewarded when the Queen yelped and
came, drenching Wonder Woman's mouth and lips with her pungent love juice. This
triggered yet another of Wonder Woman's orgasms and then another as the Queen
persistently tongued her slit and toyed with her clit.

As one orgasm blended into another, Wonder Woman forgot where she was, who she
was, totally submerged in the giving and receiving of pleasure. Then --
suddenly? at last? she was aware of the Queen's rapturous face gazing down at
her. "That was good, Beautiful One. Your body is full of pleasure. Now you
must sleep."

"No, no" Wonder Woman wanted to say. She could not go to sleep now. She had to
get up,... had to go to the plane, had to ... but her unuttered protest was in
vain, The Queen's magic fingers found her sensitive clit once again and she
felt the beginnings of another kind of volcanic eruption. She could only gaze
up into the Queen's eyes.

"Yes, Beautiful One, you had much pleasure and now you are very tired. You are
totally satisfied, but so much pleasure has exhausted you. Just a little more
pleasure will make you sleep." Wonder Woman could not focus clearly on the
Queen's words, the approaching orgasm didn't let her.

"It feels good, Beautiful One. You love what I am doing to you, making you feel
so calm and relaxed. Your eyes are heavy. Close them and drink the final
draught of pleasure. The pleasure makes you very drowsy, ... very drowsy...."

"Something ... wrong," Wonder Woman thought as waves of sleepy arousal lapped
ever higher against her mind's defenses. "Got to fight it.... She's... trying
to hyp hypnotize me..."

"It' no use fighting me, Beautiful One, you are too sleepy Your desire for more
pleasure is too much. Sleep.... Sleep!"

"No, no" her terrified brain cried out, but her body's demands were too strong.
With a final caress of Wonder Woman's rigid sex bud the Queen brought the horny
Amazon to a final, sense-numbing orgasm. The last resistance of her powerful
mind was swept away by a flood of erotic sensation and she fell deeply asleep in
the Queen's arms.

The Queen looked down with relief at the entranced Amazonian Princess. She had
done it! The most powerful woman in the universe had succumbed just as her
Master had said she would. The drugged wine had worked, she laughed. It had
made the silly superheroine so horny, it had been easy to seduce and entrance
her. "Sleep well for now, Wonder Woman" she now said to her insentient
adversary, "Soon comes the Presentation and you are the `guest of honor.'" A
grin of evil satisfaction shown from the Queen's face

*****

Hours later Wonder Woman half awoke on the bed in the Queen's chamber. She was
feeling wonderful, tingling with excitement as if she knew something important
was about to happen but not what it was. Outside it was still dark, but there
were sounds of a pipe, beautiful, erotic notes, the same piping, now that she
though about it, that she had heard in the grove of the phallus. Again she was
aware of the need to leave this strange village, but the piping music held her.
She was about to look outside when the Queen walked in.

"I hope you had a good nap, Beautiful One. The time has come for the
Presentation. It is the most solemn ceremony of the year."

"Thank you, Queen Althea, but I really must be leaving. You see I have ..."

"Nothing to do that is more important than attending the Presentation," said the
Queen authoritatively waving her hand in the eyes of the astonished
superheroine.

Wonder Woman blinked in confusion. The Queen was right again. There was
nothing more important. The mere mention of the mysterious Presentation had
stirred anew the feeling of excitement, sexual excitement. "As you say, Queen
Althea," she replied with a strangely calm voice.

"But you cannot attend dressed as you are, my dear," said the Queen with a
mysterious smile. "You are not properly attired. Your strange clothes reek of
power, almost defiance. They are not fitting garments for a woman who is to be
presented to the god. You are to become the god's vessel, waiting to be filled.
Your raiment must show meekness and docility."

Had Wonder Woman heard correctly? *She* was not being presented to the god.
"Well," grinned Wonder Woman, "I'm really NOT a very meek and docile ..."

The Queen ignored her silly prattle and clapped her hands. Two lovely nymphs
appeared. The same ones...? "Prepare the Beautiful One for the Presentation,"
she ordered

Then she turned back to the confused Amazon, "You will relax and let your
attendants take charge of everything."

Wonder Woman suddenly felt an almost erotic tranquillity come over her, so much
like earlier tonight after the Queen had first gotten her off. She hardly knew
what the two girls were doing as they led her thither and yon, petted her and
bathed her, toweled and perfumed her. Their hands were never far from her
nipples and playfully teased her moist crack. She felt wonderful and more ...
more *femenine* than ever in her life. "Now we will apply the unguents to
prepare you for the Presentation," said the taller of the two. "Rest there."

The powerful woman warrior allowed the two lithe young women to lead her back
the bed where the Queen had made love to her. Gently they lay her down and
begin to massage her. First they poured warm oils on her back and shoulders.
She sighed as she inhaled the pungent vapors that sent her mind drifting
elsewhere. Surprisingly strong fingers flew up and down her back and especially
her large round ass. Wonder Woman felt the reawakening of arousal as soft hands
kneaded her buttocks and inner thighs, Then she found herself face up, gazing
into the excited faces of her two attendants.

"Your body must glow for the God," one said and more oil was pored over her
shapely naked figure. The pretense of massage had long since disappeared, but
this did not register with Wonder Woman's lust-befuddled brain. The two women
fell to work bringing the dreamy superheroine to full arousal. One caressed her
large sensitive breasts while the other began a stealthy but inexorable invasion
of her womanhood. Slowly they stoked the Amazon to a fever of arousal, but
following their Mistress's orders, were careful not to allow her the release of
orgasm.

Wonder Woman's eyes were closed and she was moaning softly when the Queen
appeared once again. "Well done, my sweets. She appears to be in total
readiness," she whispered to the two women, dismissing them. "Come, now,
Beautiful One. Your sisters await you."

Taking Wonder Woman by the hand the Queen bid the somnambulistic superheroine
rise. She opened her eyes to gaze into the Queen's but saw little else so
strong was her almost trance-like arousal. Gently the Queen slipped a simple
and very short shift over her sculpted shoulders. In front it hung from her
jutting tits, distended by arousal. In back it caressed her full rounded ass.
Nothing covered her sex. She felt wonderfully, deliciously open and vulnerable.

Wonder Woman was taken to join a dozen similarly dressed young women with dumb,
happy expressions on their faces that matched her own. If she could have taken
notice, Wonder Woman would have seen they were the same girls that had been
served from the special pitcher at the banquet. Were not her super senses
dulled by the spell of lust, she would also have smelled the surrounding musk of
females ready for sex. Like Wonder Woman's, her young companions' pussies were
slowly leaking from intense sexual excitement. Wonder Woman appeared almost
twice the age of these maidens and her stature and breast size made her stand
out from the rest, a mature, fully ripe woman among mere nymphs. Hidden,
masculine eyes admired the sight of the sex-transfixed Amazon.

The beautiful piping led them outside the village to the mysterious pillar.
They walked around the great phallus three times, gazing upward at it
reverently. Each chosen woman was then placed before one of the smaller
phalluses that encircled the powerful symbol towering above them. Most of the
phalluses were eight to twelve inches long. The smaller women were placed
before the smaller objects. Wonder Woman's bliss-numb mind did not take in that
she was positioned before the largest, a fourteen inch monster that had been
laved and glistened with oil.

"This is the hour, Little Sisters. Your yearnings are fulfilled. This is the
hour of your Presentation! Give yourselves freely, and may you be found
worthy." the Queen intoned. Then each woman was led to her phallus. Gentle
hands helped her to lower herself onto the object so it slid smoothly into her
moist cunt. Wonder Woman felt a momentary discomfort as the hands helped her
impale herself, but she was well lubricated, her cunt loose from uncounted
orgasms, and the massive cock slipped inside her effortlessly. Immediately any
discomfort was replaced by unbearable pleasure. Slowly at first she began to
ride up and down on the stone prick.

As Wonder Woman began to writhe in growing excitement, her orgasm beginning to
build, unseen hands grasped her breasts kneading them and pinching her nipples
to increase the sensation. Others stroked and teased her clit. Ecstasy such as
she had never known rushed up at Wonder Woman from her loins. Heavenly fire
seem to spread from her crotch to her breasts and throughout her body. An
orgasm that made those of earlier that night pale, erupted within her, racing
from fingers to toes and back, again and again. She split the night air with
her brays of lustful pleasure, but her cries of defeat were drowned by the
wails, sobs, moans, and shrieks of a dozen other simultaneously orgasming women.
She continued to thrash helplessly as she came again and again. As at last she
tired and slowed. As her orgasmic high, gradually faded she slumped toward
unconsciousness. Strong masculine hands were waiting to lift her from the
stone.

*****

An hour later the God Pan, satisfied in more ways than one, smiled down at the
still sleeping Amazon. How he had longed for and plotted for this night. He
had established this colony of brainwashed women here years ago, populating it
with his daughters. Vulcan had helped by releasing the volcano's power. His
beautiful witch wife Althea had cast a spell to give the phallus its erotic
power. Pan's scheme was proceeding well. Wonder Woman would cease to pollute
the world as a role model for a generation of women, women who were too smart,
too independent. "No more, Amazon," he smirked. "No more!"

*****

In the bright sunlight of the next morning, everything of last night seemed like
a dream. The grateful women of the tribe gathered around the airplane waving
good bye to the happy superheroine. Only the Queen seemed more subdued.
"Remember us, Beautiful One. You can always come back here. No matter what
happens out there in the World of Men, we will always love you."

Glowing with fond if hazy memories of the magical night she had spent in the
village, Wonder Woman flew sleepily away, back to her world of crime fighting
and, as Diana Prince, high powered legal battles. But she could not put aside
the memories of the village of happy women, especially the image of those
gorgeous pregnant girls she had seen and their eagerness to have a baby. Sadly,
it was something her calling could never allow her to experience in either
personae.

Within a few days everything seemed back to normal, except that the horniness
Wonder Woman first felt before the pillar would not leave her. For the first
time in her life she found herself spending a lot of time with her legs open and
her hands in her pussy. She just had to get off constantly! And with every
orgasm, which seemed to get more intense as the days went by, came unbidden
thoughts of motherhood. How glorious it would be, she fantasized, to see her
own belly swell, her own big boobs grow larger still as she made a baby. She
found herself staring at pregnant women and young couples with children and
thought how wonderful it must be to be a mother. Was there a biological clock
even for Amazons, she wondered?

The fascination with pregnancy even invaded her dreams in which she saw her cute
silky-smooth tummy expending and growing larger. She awoke from these dreams
about pregnancy hornier than ever, but she tried to dismiss them. She could
never allow herself to become pregnant. She was a modern girl, holding down two
very important jobs. If she became pregnant, how she could possibly continue in
her crime fighting efforts. In her case pregnancy was even more impossible
since if she ever willingly gave herself to a man, her super powers would fade.
With growing efforts, she tried to keep these fantasies in the
background.

Disturbing as these fantasies were, Wonder Woman did not became concerned until
she discovered that they seemed to be having a psychosomatic effect. Was it
just her imagination, or were her breasts actually larger and fuller, making her
lycra top cling to her Amazonian tits like seran wrap. No, it wasn't her
imagination. Diana measured and found her bra size had gone from a size 36D to
39E. Moreover, having her now swollen breasts cramped into that tight lycra top
with her nipples being as sensitive as they were, made her extremely horny. Her
pants became wet within minutes whenever she was in her Wonder Woman costume
which she found herself avoiding.

At her apartment one day as she walked past a shiny metal cabinet, she noticed
her reflection. She marveled at how large her breasts had grown and how they
looked as if at any moment they would rip through the lycra top. Her nipples
were standing straight out and she could see clearly the definition of where her
breast ended and her nipples began. Although her nipples had stood out before
there seemed to be something different about the way they protruded now, as if
they were preparing themselves to be suckled.

Moreover, she noticed that her whole body seemed to be growing rounder and
softer. She took a closer look at her reflection and felt a little shock. Did
she see a small definable bulge where a few days before had been only the hard
flat stomach of a superheroine? Now that she thought of it, her already tight
fighting shorts had been getting more difficult to wiggle into with each passing
week since she had visited the village.

Her shorts now came up just past her belly button leaving half of her tummy
exposed, and she could see that her belly button was being forced slowly but
surely outward. Her blue shorts seemed to cup and cradle that little bulge like
a mother cradling an infant in her arms. She placed her hands on her stomach
and marveled at how sexy that little curve seemed to make her look. Especially
since the tight fitting blue shorts seemed only to accentuate that curvature of
her rounded tummy. It made her hot!

She hurried to her bedroom to change out of her outfit and to get herself off.
She put on a sheer satin white nightgown which only accentuated the changes in
her body. The gown made her jetting breast look like two missiles that were
getting ready to blast off into the stars. It clung to her little stomach
showing a clearly definable round little sphere. She walked to her bed and
climbed in covering up with the soft silk sheets. The combination of the sheets
clinging to her body and the shadows of the room only made that cute little
bulge of her stomach seem larger. She was rubbing herself vigorously, near
dozing off after a third orgasm when she became fully aware of the implication
of the changes which had occurred in her body could mean.

Could she actually be...? Of course not! She had never slept with a man. She
just hadn't been getting enough exercise and she had been eating like a pig
recently -- ice cream, pickles, the weirdest things. "Get a grip, girl," she
told herself. "Tomorrow you start back exercising," as another orgasm put her
to sleep for the night.

Wonder Woman might not have liked her new look, but Steve sure did and pestered
her for dates more than ever. Horny as she was, it was getting harder to turn
him down. At last one night she let the delighted officer come in for a
nightcap, as Diana was "out." Just one glass of wine seemed to hit her like a
bombshell. Steve saw what was happening and before she knew it, he had his
hands in her pants. Only by the most extreme force of willpower did she force
herself to push him away and send him off confused and seething. As soon as the
door closed her own hand flew to the site Steve's had just vacated and she
brought herself to a screaming crashing orgasm. That was too close! It was
time for her to go on the pill.

A few days later she showed up for the appointment with the OBGYN Batgirl
recommended. She hated the sly look of triumph on her younger rival's slutty
lips. The self-righteous Amazon certainly had no intention of sleeping around
like the promiscuous Bat-slut who seldom spent a night with her pussy unfilled,
but precautions were precautions.

The doctor asked Diana to undress. With some embarrassment she did so, never
having let a man see her naked before. Why was he just smiling at her? "You
can get dressed and come into my office Miss Prince"

"What's wrong?" she asked a few minutes later as she sat across from the smiling
doctor. "I thought you needed to examine me completely before giving me a
prescription for contraceptives."

"You should have thought about contraceptives a long time ago, young lady." he
lectured. "You're three and a half months pregnant!"

Back home, once the initial shock of being pregnant wore off, Wonder Woman tried
to understand how this could have happened. Then she recalled the tremendous
orgasm that she had as she rode that strange stone in the village. She also
realized that the dreams and fantasies about pregnancy had started as soon as
she returned from there So the beliefs of the village women were true! In some
mysterious way that phallic-shaped pillar did have the power to impregnate a
woman, even a Wonder Woman!

Strangely, she was not really upset because of the joy that she now felt over
having a baby. In fact she started growing horny with the anticipation of what
it would feel like as her belly grew with each passing day. Her hormones were
raging so strongly at the thought of being pregnant that she could no longer
control herself. She lay in bed and began to masturbate over and over bringing
on one orgasm after the other until she was struck by a wonderful thought. She
was already pregnant; she didn't have to masturbate at all!

Steve was surprised when a leering Wonder Woman showed up unannounced at his
apartment. He was shocked and delighted when he heard why she had come. As
Wonder Woman tried to fuck him for the fifth time that night, however, he was no
longer so delighted. Wonder Woman, too, was disappointed to find out that men
had so little stamina. How did mortal women make do with only one of them? Nor
did Steve's cock compare to the phallus in the village, she thought.

*****
At first Wonder Woman tried to continue her career, but pregnancy made it
increasingly difficult. For example, one morning her crime alert went off
sending her whisking off in her jet to stop a bank robbery. On the way,
however, she found herself suddenly feeling ill. She felt so sick that she had
to land the plane so that she could get out and vomit. This was strange she
thought because she had never been sick before. Still, she felt so bad, she
decided the only thing to do was to return home. It was only a bank robbery,
she thought; the police could handle that themselves.

Shortly afterwards, Wonder Woman had a terrible row with Steve. His pride at
having knocked up Wonder woman turned to fury when he figured out she had been
well pregnant before they started sleeping together. He assumed she was going
to name him as the father and ask for child support. That made Wonder woman
livid. Steve said some terrible things about her and demanded to know who she
had been sleeping around with, insinuating that the little bastard that was on
its way might have little pointy bat ears. That made Wonder Woman so mad she
refused to fuck him for almost a day.

The police soon stopped calling as Wonder Woman became more and more unreliable,
between morning sickness and just feeling sleepy all the time. Diana Prince was
fired from her job at the law firm because as her belly expanded, her IQ seemed
to shrink. She was just too horny all the time to think logically anymore.

The last straw was when the media got wind or her condition. Photos in the
tabloid Gotham Gazette of an obviously pregnant Wonder Woman waddling
ineffectually after a bank robber held her up to ridicule. Rush Limbach
pontificated that "Little girls who want to play superheroine should learn to
keep their knees together."

Wonder Woman knew she had to escape the humiliation, but the though of going
home to Paradise Isle was worse that staying in the Gotham. Her mother and the
other Amazons would never believe her story, thinking she was just another
oversexed Amazon who had been corrupted by the world of men. No there was only
one place to go ...

*****

A throng of cheering women greeted Wonder Woman as she set her plane down by the
little native village. She maneuvered her now swollen belly out of the cockpit
and sent the invisible aircraft away, back to Paradise Isle never to return. No
one could possible find her now. Here there would be no shame, no regrets, only
love and acceptance.

Queen Althea was there to greet her. "Welcome back, Beautiful One. I knew you
would return."

"You did, but how?"

"This," she smiled and patted Wonder Woman's tight belly. "Of all women at the
Presentation, how could the god `not' have found you worthy? Let's get you set
up in the maternity house."

The women escorted her to a large, airy lodge on the outskirts of the village.
Wonder Woman looked around and noticed that all the other girls that had been
Presented that moonlit nights months ago were there and all were in the same
marvelous condition as she. They pointed their fingers at her big tummy and
giggled. She wanted to giggle back. They welcomed her like one of their own,
as she was, just another horny, knocked-up young woman. Wonder Woman found that
the maternity house was a big playground where the little mommies-to-be were
just as horny as she was. They could eat and make love to their heart's
content. She immediately became like an older sister to all of them and they
*loved* her for it. Nights and siestas Wonder Woman usually found a girl
sucking her bloated tits while another snuggled between her now quite plump
legs, lapping her to a relaxing, sleepy orgasm.

Wonder Woman was neither the first nor the last whose time came. When her
contractions set in, the older women gently led her to the birthing lodge where
they examined her. On determining that she was indeed in labor, the beautiful
attendant gave her a soothing tea that made her very drowsy and put her in bed.
Speaking in a sing-song voice and putting her fingers in Wonder woman's cunt,
the midwife brought her to a series of powerful orgasms that put her into a deep
sleep.

When Wonder Woman woke up she was horny again and she knew why. She smiled
through closed eyes as she felt one of her sisters sucking her tit. But, the
sucking didn't feel quite like what she was used to. It seemed both more
delicate and more persistent. As she finally opened her eyes, she let out a
squeak of joy to see a beautiful little girl nursing vigorously at her large
exposed breast.

*****

Two weeks later Wonder Woman was back at the maternity lodge, again happily
nursing her rapidly growing daughter. The plump little angel had suckled almost
thirty minutes at both breasts before falling back to sleep, drugged by her
mother's rich milk. As always, the experience left Wonder Woman very much
aroused. A nurse had taken the infant away and she was about to begin
masturbating when Queen Althea arrived.

"I came to see how you're feeling. Are you all recovered?" the queen asked.

"Oh yes, Althea. The herb baths have me fully healed and feeling wonderful.
Thank you for coming You have been so good to me, Althea," Wonder Woman
overflowed. "Being here is wonderful and I love my new daughter so much. I owe
it all to you!"

Queen Althea smiled back knowingly. With a hint of hardness in her voice she
said, "Well, not `everything,' sweetie. There is someone else who had just a
little bit to do with it." She gestured and in stepped a powerfully handsome
horned figure. "Perhaps you should get to know your little girl's father."

Wonder Woman looked and her happiness turned to horror at the sight of
satyr-god, Pan, the Amazons' ancient enemy. A thousand thoughts tumbled through
her brain at the same time. Despair! Treachery! Shame!, but also, to her
chagrin, a powerful physical attraction to the undeniably macho form before her.
The Queen saw her reaction and waved her hand. Everything but the attraction
disappeared.

"But how....? I thought ... that night ... the pillar ...?"

"Didn't you learn anything about the birds and the bees out there in the World
of Men?" Althea asked sarcastically. "Babies don't come from Paris in a box
and they sure don't come from humping yourself to silly on a granite dildo, my
dear. You got knocked up the same way as every other woman in the world has.
My husband put his big marvelous prick between those pretty legs of yours and
filled your fertile cunt full of his semen. You were impregnated by a master
cocksman, darling," she smiled and looked with pride at the beaming Pan.

Wonder Woman could only gape.

"You were dazed but still in a delightful rut when we pulled you off of the
phallus," Pan continued. "I had inseminated my daughters quickly so I could
spend the rest of the night with you. I wanted to make sure you were well
serviced," he grinned. "I climaxed you several times to ready the body for
conception, especially after the `preparations.'"

"Yes, you see I did more than just hypnotize you that night to make you horny
and submissive," explained Althea. "The herbs in the massage oil my servants
used contained large amounts of a substance very much like female sex hormones.
Breathing those fumes re-arranged your monthly cycle and made you extremely
fertile that night."

"All you needed was my sperm," continued Pan. "Your conscious mind didn't even
know when I laid you back and put my penis in you, but your reptile brain knew.
I hardly needed to get you into the best position. You yourself lifted your
legs to my shoulders so that every stroke would slam my cock deep into your hot
cunt. Your hips bucked and thrust in perfect time with me. Every entry was
deeper than the one before. You began to orgasm almost as soon as I penetrated
you and you didn't stop until I unloaded a bucket of come in you."

"But we made sure, Wonder Woman." Althea was taunting her now. "We kept you on
your back with your legs up on pillows so none of the semen would run out until
my sexy mate could get it up to do you again. Then he fucked you a second time.
We kept pillows under your ass and plugged your vagina with a dildo to keep you
full of my husband's potent cum come all night. I put you back into a trance so
you would sleep. My serving girls kept working the dildo bringing you to one
soft rolling orgasm after another to promote conception. There was no way you
could have left the island without being knocked up."

"You'll pay for this, Pan! I'll..." Wonder Woman snarled.

"Do nothing. You can do nothing," smirked Althea. "Your powers are already
fading. Soon you will no longer be Wonder Woman."

"You're Wrong, Althea. I lose my powers only if I *willingly* give myself to a
man. The night of the Presentation doesn't count. You yourself just said, I
was drugged and hypnotized."

"Yes, of course you were. That's why it was important to send you back to
Gotham horny as a skunk, to learn there that you were pregnant, and in your
despair..." Althea's voice trailed off.

"Oh, no!..." Wonder Woman gasped. "Steve!"

"Yes, Wonder Woman," Althea hissed triumphantly. "You *willingly* gave yourself
to Steve. Then, when he and everyone rejected you, you came running here into
our trap, as we knew you would!" Althea beamed.

"With you out of the way, Wonder Woman, resistance to my plans for the World of
Men is crumbling. Your sexless strength was a perverse example to millions of
women. Now things are returning to `normal,'" Pan sneered. "Althea and I have
been traveling around influencing events and attitudes quite successfully."

"While you were fucking yourself sill with the girls in the birthing lodge,
Althea started a popular new talk show on public TV," Pan continued with a
self-satisfied smile. "You would be amazed how many top women executives,
professionals, scientists after watching Althea have given up the struggle and
let their husbands and boyfriends make them pregnant. Young women are dropping
out of law schools and medical schools in droves to take care of unexpected
babies. Mid-career men are finding new opportunities opening up as their
smarter women rivals find they have to stay home to nurse "surprise" additions
to their families. You might be interested to hear that even Batgirl hung up
her ears when she found she was going to be the mother of twins," Pan beamed.

A crushed Wonder Woman began to sob inconsolably. "What.... what happens to me
now?" whimpered the humiliated and defeated ex-
superheroine.

"That's the best part, my dear!" Pam boomed. "You and your new daughter will
make you home with us at the Palace. I am going to make you my Junior Queen.
Althea has spent eons practicing how to please a man and she is one hell of a
fuck," Pan smiled affectionately at his elegant mate. "But she has so many
things to do -- traveling with me , casting spells, and all. More pregnancies
would interfere with that . We decided I needed a younger, stronger mate to do
the child bearing from now on."

"Oh, no! No, No!" cried Wonder Woman, but her body betrayed her words. She
burned with shame to realize she was terribly aroused at the thought that this
virile creature was going to breed her ... again and again.

"Oh yes!" Pan gloated. "Although you are no longer Wonder Woman, you are still
a marvelously strong and healthy woman. I'm going see that you stay pregnant
from now on. You will be a wonderful baby making machine for me. I'm sorry we
will have to take your daughter away from you for a while, but as you know,
nursing delays the re-establishment of your fertility; we couldn't allow that.
Now, would you like me to start breeding you again right now or later this
afternoon when we take you to your new home?" Pan asked.

Wonder Woman continued to sob softly, but a very visible wet spot was growing on
her gown.

"Well, I guess you have the Wonder Slut's answer," sniffed Althea.

Pan stepped forward and pushed aside his tunic. He fondled Wonder Woman's
breasts for a few seconds until she was moaning in both despair and arousal,
then he pushed her down over a chair, pulled down her panties, and rucked up her
gown. Positioning his cock at the opening of the weeping cunt of the
ex-superheroine, the smirking god turned to Althea. "Do you want to wait
outside darling while I impregnate this bitch?"

"Oh no, my Lord. She's almost as much my project as yours. I want to WATCH!"

The End

Comments welcomed at:
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Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure 2
Homer Vargas
Vargas111[at]yahoo.com

Some of you may remember my story of a while ago "Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling
Adventure." As it ended, our favorite Amazonian Princess was definitely out of
the crime-fighting business. The busty ex-super-heroine had just borne a
daughter for the tribe's ancient enemy, Pan, and was facing a life of making
more babies for the horny god. More to the point of Pan's plot, without a
strong feminine role model and unprotected against Pan and Althea his witch
Queen, the world was vulnerable to their Pan's schemes to reestablish
traditional male dominance over women.

Word of the disappearance of her elder daughter, Diana has reached Queen
Hypolite who is about to send her younger daughter, Drucilla to replace Wonder
Woman. Before she sends her off, however she REALLY reads her the riot act
about "fooling around." We take up the story at this point.

A World Turned Upside Down

Homer Vargas

Vargas111@yahoo.com

"Geez, I know all that, Mom! I'll be OK, really," the excited Drucilla
exclaimed. "You've told me all that before."

"Drucilla darling, it's not that I don't trust you, but it's just so important,
now that Diana has disappeared. You are the only other Amazon that has ever
visited the World of Men and only you may be able to find her or at least to
replace her. Things are going from bad to worse there for women. And it's all
so mysterious. We think some Evil Power may have been involved in what happened
to Diana."

"Gee, Mom, I don't see what's so mysterious. You know Diana has always been
oversexed. You haven't seen her orgasming like crazy every time some two-bit
evil genius ties her up and tries to orgasm her into submission or the way she
grinds her hips back onto the member of one of those plantamals that capture her
and tries to plant its seed in her. She just got tired of being a technical
virgin and shacked up with that Steve Trevor who had been trying to get into her
pants for all these years. I guess your daughter was at last getting it so good
from old Stevie, she got a little careless and let him put a little bun in her
oven. Then, when the opprobrium of being a pregnant Wonder Woman got too bad,
she fled into hiding. But don't worry, Mom, I'll find her."

"You may be right, my dear! Why at least didn't she come back here? We would
have accepted her."

"Gosh, Mom, from the lectures you've given me all my life, I'll bet she didn't
feel that an Amazon girl showing up on Paradise Island with a big belly would
exactly be welcomed with open arms."

"Oh, dear! Perhaps some of the blame does fall on me. But it IS more
complicated than you think, darling. We've made inquires, even talked to
Diana's OB/GYN. She was three or more months pregnant BEFORE she started
sleeping with that <shudder> military person. Yet she had not lost her
superpowers. Apparently she had been impregnated earlier, but without her
having "given herself." Her powers only started to fade when she began letting
Col. Trevor fuck her."

"Wow!" Dru let out, momentarily sobered.

"Besides, you don't have much time. If you don't find her or take Diana's
place, Paradise Island is doomed."

"Huh? How could my failure in the World of Men -- not that I'm going to fail --
harm Paradise Island?" Dru asked.

"I've never told you or the others, but you have to know. The gods only extend
our lease on Paradise Island in return for the services of an Amazon. She has
to handle all the dirty little chores in the World of Men that the Gods would
have to take care of otherwise. But now there is some guy who's rich as Croesus
that has offered Zeus billions for the place, wants to develop it as a Club Eros
or something. It took everything I could do to persuade him to let us stay long
enough to give you a chance. And I do mean everything!"

"Mom! You don't mean you let him ...?"

"For a week! Or should I say for a weak. Humph! The erstwhile Father of the
Gods and Men is definitely over the hill as far as being a lover goes. Could
hardly get it up twice a day and only fucks for an hour or so before he looses
it."

"Mother!" Dru could hardly believe her ears.

"Of course Hephaestus was even worse. A few friendly fucks weren't enough to
get him to make you a new golden lasso and magic girdle. He insisted I take out
my magic diaphragm so he could get me --"

"Mother, you don't mean --"

"Yes, Dru. There is going to be a new little Amazon on Paradise Island for the
first time since you were born," Hypolite explained, patting her tummy and not
looking all that unhappy about the divine extortion. "At least Aphrodite had
taught HIM a thing or two about how to please a woman. And with you going away,
well, I guess it'll be nice to have another little girl around the palace."

'Just a minute, Mom! I was born just after Diana was sent to the World of Men.
Does that mean that I --"

"Well, how else do you think I got him to make DIANA's lasso and girdle?"

*****

Now that was quite a revelation, no? Perhaps before we get down to following
Dru's exciting adventures, we should take a look at just what little Dru will
face in the World of Men. Without our star-spangled superheroine things have
gotten pretty bad.

Item:

- All the summer movies all have pregnancy themes: they have to. Few actresses
younger than 60 can be found that are not pregnant, or nursing a newborn, or
both.

- CNBC women newscasters all are proudly toting bellies of different sizes.
Debora Marchini, always the pioneer, nurses her six-month old on camera and
invites viewers to guess the sex of the one she expecting now

- The summer Olympics have special categories for pregnant pole- vaulters,
mommy-to-be marathoners, etc.

- The Miss America Beauty Pageant is forced to go all-preggo with special bonus
points given for a "firm-contoured-well integrated baby mound".

- Production on teen soap operas on the WB and Fox become erratic owing to
dozens of attractive nubile actresses in their ultra- fertile 20's getting
knocked up.

- Ellen Degeneres and Melissa Etheridge announce they are splitting because
they are both preggers!

- Madonna does a lovingly depicted barefoot-pregnant-and-chained- to-a-stove
photo shoot for Rolling Stone.

- Major retailers have maternity brands: The Mommy Republic, The Bulge,
Bloomin' Dale's,

- "Fitness" magazine has a "Fit Pregnancy" offspring.

- -The faux-affectionate "air kiss" on the cheek of two professional women who
meet has been replaced by a giggly mutual tummy bump/pat/inspection.

Among the most shocking examples of all these goings on was the virtual collapse
of NPR when the girls of the "fallopian jungle." Cindy Robins, Nita Thompson,
Lydia Worthstein, all decide to stay home with "this one." Of course idle hands
..., but that's another story. The wags started to call it National Pregnant
Radio. How did this happen?

Well, it seems the first to fall was Lydia, whose husband had run off with a
cutie that had let him get her pregnant. After weeks of depression (and getting
tired of her vibrator every night) Lydia heard about Dr. Althea's public
television talk show. After hearing Althea advice getting on with one's life,
Lydia thought about it and realized this meant she should be getting her brains
fucked out as often as possible. After a few more of Dr. Althea's talks she
realized that she deserved a stud muffin of her very one. Not long afterwards
Lydia found herself frequenting sports bars and taking up with Ricky from ESPN,
a hunky ex-shot putter. Ricky had only to put a few shots into Lydia, and
grandmother Worthstein was headed for the maternity ward.

Even before her friends found out THAT little fact, Cindy and Nita noticed that
Lydia had not only gotten over her husband's split amazingly fast, but she was
suddenly, glowingly happy. They also noticed disturbing changes in Lydia's
behavior, -- difficulty in maintaining proper NPR gravitas, a tendency to break
out in giggles. Fortunately it was radio, so listeners were unaware of the
shocking change in Lydia's wardrobe, daring miniskirts in bright shocking
colors, big loopy earrings, high-heel, open-toed sandals. When Cindy or Nita
finally confronted her and asked if this had anything to do with a new
boyfriend, Lydia just smiled and invited them and their husbands to her SC beach
house for a week "to meet him."

To their wives' disgust, Steve and Charles were not as upset at what they heard
about Lydia's behavior, but were eager to meet her new beau who had inspired it.
Lydia opened the door to the cottage wearing hot pants and a bra-less blouse
tied just below her new magnificent set of tits (thanks to healthy doses of
vitamin Silicone taken at Ricky's suggestions). Cindy and Nina almost had to
break elbows in their husbands' ribs to keep them from ogling. Knowing how to
diffuse a situation, Lydia ushered everyone into the sitting room and had
everyone high on wine coolers by the time Ricky came in from jogging on the
beach.

Though they would never have admitted it, especially with their husbands right
there, both Cindy and Nita were rather jealous when they got a look at their
friend's new lover. He was Latino and built and it was obvious what Lydia saw
in him. The excited host just tuned out her guests for several minutes as she
greeted Ricky with a sizzling kiss. Eyes closed, she fondled the prominent
erection through his Speedos, while letting him toy with her tits and make her
moan from some naughtiness his hand had found to do between her legs. Steve and
Charles grinned at each other and scooted closer to their wives who pretended
not to look. Eventually Lydia calmed down enough to introduce her "friend."

Cindy and Nita were slightly put off when Ricky sent Lydia to fetch beers for
"me and my new buddies," but the breathless older woman gladly jumped up and
soon re-appeared with three tall ones, bending over to give her "friend" and the
other two men an eye- popping peek at her surgically-enhanced cleavage. "Cindy,
Nita, why don't we girls go into the kitchen and fix lunch so the men can talk,"
Lydia beamed.

The two women rolled their eyes at each other, since neither Cindy nor Nita had
cooked a meal in years and so far and they knew, Lydia couldn't boil water
either. Wrong! Turns out Lydia had been taking crash gourmet cooking classes
because "the way to a man's heart -- and you know his 'what else'
<giggle-giggle>-- is through his stomach." That explained why Lydia had been
turning down afternoon reporting assignments recently. Though as far as Cindy
and Nita could tell, Lydia had no trouble getting to Ricky's "what else."

Once in the kitchen, Lydia was dying to know what her friends thought of Ricky,
and didn't he have the most gorgeous abs -- and that's not all -- <giggle> and,
<blush> does he ever know how to fuck a woman, and she'd never know how sexy it
was to give a guy blow jobs, and she loved the way his come tasted ("and just
five calories, what a great diet drink"), but he certainly made it worthwhile
because he could eat her to so many orgasms she passed out, and she'd never had
sex even twice a day before with her ex, but Ricky did her four or five times,
and she was totally in love, and she had just been dying to tell them sooner,
but he promised he was going to make her PREGNANT! <breathe>

Nita was totally taken aback by Lydia's non-stop gush. Of course she was
flabbergasted that her friend of fif...[oops, it isn't nice to tell a lady's
age] would think about letting a man twi ...[watch it!] so much younger than
she, knock her up and off her career track. But she was also surprised that
Lydia would go down on her new lover, although she was a little envious that a
prune-face like Lydia had a sexy guy eating her out regularly. She had blown
Charles a few times when they were first married. Like most women who had been
around the block a few times before tying the knot (she had lost her virginity
-- better said, cast it aside like a used tampon -- at thirteen when she seduced
the Sr. High quarterback) she didn't mind the taste. Charles's was better than
most. But when she tried to get him to give HER some nice tongue action and he
made a face as if she had asked him to drink from the Anacostia, she stopped
giving head. It just convinced her what a selfish lover he was and rather
cooled her ardor for him. She still fucked him when she needed it, but frankly
she was coming to prefer her vibrator. IT always got her off and didn't snore
when ITS batteries ran down.

Cindy, on the other hand, was completely scandalized. She hardly focused on
Lydia. The thought of someone like Ricky putting her friend back in maternity
clothes, shocking as that was in a woman of fif...[tch tch]. Rather she was
shocked and horrified at the disgusting and immoral acts Lydia was admitting to,
indeed boasting of! The thought of allowing a man to place his penis in her
mouth was distasteful as well as indecent. Steve knew better than to ask! But
even more revolting was the idea of allowing a man to touch her private parts
with his hands or -- worse -- his mouth. Cindy knew from experience with Steve
what that led to. It was not only sinful, but also dangerous. Their second and
third children (of the planned one) had resulted when, in a moment of weakness,
she allowed Steve to touch her down there. In no time she was screaming in
orgasm and Steve was in her, making her a mommy again.

Cindy realized she was prone to sin in that way and she struggled daily to
resist the urges to pleasure herself. Before they married, she had thought
Steve was a nice boy who understood that sex was only for having babies.
Instead, he went along with those Post-Counciliar priests who said that sex
could be a means of expressing love or even just having fun! Cindy didn't buy
it. The nuns had been very specific on that point. She even felt guilty about
allowing Steve to fuck her on day twenty-seven. The Pope had said it was OK,
but pleasure without procreation felt like cheating. Still, she did love Steve
and knew how he suffered on account of her virtue. She had long ago resigned
herself to finding evidences of Steve almost nightly sin with his had. Now here
was Lydia, whom she had always thought to be an upright woman, glorying in
giving and receiving pleasure not only from out-of-wedlock intercourse, but also
from the most perverse acts Cindy could imagine.

Lydia was so wound up from her close encounter with Ricky she wouldn't shut up,
describing the size, color and texture of his conk and how he used it as she
flung together ham, cheese, bread and chips. Fixing an elaborate lunch was
obviously never in her plans, or if it was, getting her titties fondled and her
pussy felt had knocked them right out of her head.

Had they never seen one of Dr. Althea's programs, Lydia rattled on. Of course
they were on public TELEVISION, (Lydia uttered the word as if naming a lower
phylum in the Linnean classification of media, somewhere between molusca and the
segmented worms), but the Doctor made such sense and had helped her so much and
her noon-time program was on in just a few minutes they just HAD to see it.

There was no opportunity for Nita and Cindy to object as Lydia carefully
arranged three sandwiches for the men on a try with more beer, pushed wine
coolers into the hands of her friends whom she left to make their own sandwiches
and wiggled off to give the boys lunch (and another peek at her boobs).

Hilarious laughter from the sitting room drew Nita and Cindy there double-time.
The two women were pretty sure Ricky had made some crude remark about his new
girlfriend's new endowments and, far from chastising him for his sexist
attitude; their husbands were lapping it up. Lapping it up, in fact, was a
pretty good description of what Ricky was doing to Lydia's honkers, when her
friends walked in. Ricky he had popped Lydia's boobies out of the pesky blouse,
and was using his amazingly long tongue to make the older woman squirm and
giggle delightedly.

Their spouses, however, had fallen stone silent. It wasn't hard to tell what
had shut them up, though their mouths hung open. The television program that
Lydia had wanted them all to see had begun. Their husbands' eyes were riveted
to the brilliant oversized screen where a voluptuous woman of indefinite age was
talking and flirting with the camera. Both Nita and Cindy began guessing which
Miss Clairol bottle her hair had come from, though they supposed that was not
what held their spouses' attention. More likely it was the skirt that stopped at
least five inches up her thigh or the slit that continued up another two or
three. On the other hand, it might also be the set of knockers that seemed to
be fairly screaming to be released from a push-up bra and out for manual
inspection. But in their heart of hearts both women knew what it really was:
the beach-ball belly of the television hostess.

'Men,' thought Nita, as she turned her attention to the television. As she
suspected this Dr. Althea was just an upscale version of the silly psychobabble
found on AM talk radio. Good communication was important between partners?
What a cliche. Wait, did she hear that right? Women were always eager to please
their men but needed to be told clearly exactly how to please them? "Loving but
firm instruction is what we need," the televised image said. "A woman who has
been trained to do as she's told around the house will <sly smile> be the kind
of sex kitten you want her to be in bed."

There was something wrong about that, but Nita couldn't figure out just what.
As she continued watching, it started making more sense. Of course if a man
wanted a woman who was hot for him day and night, he had to make it worth her
while. Althea realized that some men had never learned that knowing how to eat
a woman properly could make her your slave, so she had arranged for a
demonstration. Then, right in front of Nita and millions of other viewers,
Althea lifted her maternity dress and motioned off camera. 'My God,' Nita
thought, 'the slut isn't wearing panties and she is DRIPPING.' Nina hadn't seen
the two men, who were nodding silently, so rapt by a TV program since the Super
Bowl.

Promptly a burly, hairy man appeared and without saying a word, buried his face
in between Althea's legs. For the next forty-five minutes, until Althea became
incoherent during her umpteenth orgasm, the nation was treated to the first
cunilingus narrated lick by lick ever shown on national television. It was so
intense that Nita had to get a little relieve from her own fingers. When she
recovered, the program was over and the scene had shifted to banks of
telephones. It was pledge week and "the kind of quality programming you have
just seen cannot survive without your generous support." Steve and Charles had
their checkbooks out, scribbling furiously.

'Men,' thought Cindy, as she turned her attention to the television. As she
suspected this Dr. Althea was just an upscale version of the silly psychobabble
found on AM talk radio. Of course good communication was important between
partners. Wait, did she hear that right? Women needed constantly to ask their
partners what they could do to please them better, how they could be sexier and
more accommodating in bed? That was bullshit, she thought as she continued
watching. It was perfectly obvious how to please a man. They were all just
overgrown fourteen-year-old boys. After all, a bombshell like Cindy Robins
didn't need advice from this blond bimbo. A little red leather miniskirt would
knock Steve's sock off! Some high heels would put a wiggle in her walk that
would get her fucked as often as he could get it up. She didn't have to ask
Steve anything. The erection he'd get when she met him at the door wearing
nothing but heels and a big pink bow around her neck would tell her all she
needed to know. Of course she already knew what the really wanted, for her to
start on a second crop of babies. Well he could get started tonight, Hell, this
afternoon.

When Cindy looked around she saw Nina with a flushed expression on her face and
the boys with what can only be described as a shit- eating grin. Apparently
Ricky and Lydia didn't need to watch a program about improving communication.
Rickey had Lydia laid back on a couch and was communicating about a third of his
large cock into the pussy of the spasaming woman who was crying out for more.
"Ricky, darling, don't tease me like that. I need it all in me! Fuck me baby,
fuck me!

"Are you sure, Liddy-Widdy?" the athletic young man replied, grinning and
keeping up a tantalizingly slow sawing motion in and out of his girlfriend's
weeping cunt. "Don't you remember what happened the night we met?"

"How can I forget, you bastard! You felt me up me until I couldn't think
straight and then you fucked me stupid."

"And what happens to girls who let boys fuck them stupid without protection?"

"They get knocked up like I did, you bastard maker. Now shut up and put it to
me!"

"You want me to do it again, to get you even more pregnant? To have a big
bellyful of my baby?"

"Yes, yes, damnmit! I don't care if I get too big to fit in my parking space,
just FUCK ME!

Nita had been a little worried about how docile and submissive Lydia had been
around Ricky. Now she was relieved to see that when Lydia told Ricky clearly
what she wanted done, he did it. As the young man lengthened and deepened his
strokes and Lydia's moans turned to shrieks of ecstasy, Nita looked at Cindy and
then at Charles and smiled. "I think I need a good long <pause> nap," she said
and headed down the hall toward the bedrooms.

Cindy gave Steve a similarly seductive look and replied, "Me too. I'm feeling
very <pause> sleepy," and sauntered toward the hall. Charles and Steve high
fived and followed their wives swaying assess.

*****

The first days following the vacation Lydia saw a marked improvement in both her
friends, in Nita's attitude and in Cindy's attire. Nita's bored indifference to
her husband, apparent to her friends, underwent a U turn. She wouldn't shut up
about how affectionate Steve was, how good looking, how intelligent, how
successful, how attentive and how he fucked her brains out night and morning.
Cindy, it turned out had knees after all, though few noticed them when she
started showing so much flesh to the north. Three, then four, and finally five
inch heels replaced the drab flats she wore and suddenly her arms grew bracelets
and bangles and her fingers and toes were painted in a dazzling sequence of
colors. The topper was when she bent over one day to reveal a small heart
tattooed just inches below her ass-cheeks.

A few weeks later Cindy and Nita burst into Lydia's cubical, laughing excitedly.
"We've just come from Dr. Vargas, our OB/GYN and..." Cindy almost shrieked.

"Since he's got almost eight months to plan, he's going to get us adjoining
rooms in Sibley Maternity," Nita added with a smirk.

"I'm so happy for you!" Lydia gushed a little insincerely, hugging the two women
against her own now very noticeable tummy. "I guess that makes us even. Ricky
is giving me twins!"