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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house
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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house
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. jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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. jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house
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, jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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! jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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. jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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! jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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. jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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. jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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 jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house 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!!!” jerking babe getting muffdived in beach house came the
reply in a voice that was an octave above James’s. Amaka hated
speaker phones a
