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.
