Wondrous Woman Ch 01

Wondrous Woman flew into her flat through the open window. Her luxurious apartment was on the top floor of a skyscraper.

The superheroine sighed. The night was still relatively young, but it looked like everything was quiet tonight. No crime to fight, no bastards to beat up. So she could spend the rest of the night chilling out at her place, perhaps watching some movie -- needless to say, the movies about her were her favorite.

Wondrous Woman took off her boots, leaving her feet bare, since she was wearing no stockings or pantyhose. She sighed again. She loved the feeling of no footwear on. "Best feeling in the world," she murmured as she lazily tossed her boots on the floor of the messy apartment.

With her long blonde hair and blue eyes, she was a highly attractive woman with millions of fans around the world. Older men who had been fans of the actress Lynda Carter in the 70s often called Wondrous Woman "the blonde Lynda," not only because of the physical resemblance between the two women -- though Lynda was a brunette -- but also because Lynda Carter used to play a superheroine in a series in her youth. Except that the superheroine Carter played was fictional, while Wondrous Woman was real. Younger men, especially nerdy ones who were fans of animes, also called her "Sailor Venus," because she bore a resemblance to that anime girl too.

Wondrous Woman turned on the lights.

"Surprise!"

Wondrous Woman was startled for a moment. Three men were staring at her. And obviously they were up to no good. How had they managed to get into her apartment? Oh, who cared? She was going to kick their butts so hard that they'd regret messing with her.

"You're going down, bastards," she threatened them.

"Bring it on," one of them said with a smile.

"We'll see who's going down," the second man added.

The third man just laughed.

Wondrous Woman could tell the third man wasn't exactly bright. It didn't look like he posed any threat. She could safely ignore him and focus on the other two.

And so, with a battle cry, she charged at the two bastards. As she'd expected, she easily kicked the butts of both of them at the same time. With graceful movements and somersaults, she skillfully dodged the enemies' hits, and even the one or two times when a hit connected with her body, it hurt more the attacker than it hurt her. Her body, as beautiful as it was, as feminine as it looked, might as well have been made of steel.

Both criminals were now down, their noses bleeding. The only reason they were still alive was that Wondrous Woman had gone easy on them. If she wanted, she could decapitate them in seconds.

"Have you had enough, jerks? Are you ready to surrender?" the superheroine asked with a chuckle. "I don't understand why you bothered doing this in the first place. You should have known that no normal human stands a chance against m--"

The next thing she knew, she felt sleepy, sleepy as never before. She knew this wasn't the right time to sleep, but nothing in the world sounded as enjoyable right now as the idea of falling asleep. Unable to keep her eyes open, she collapsed on the floor, lapsing into what would be the best slumber of her life.

John and George got up, wiping the blood from their noses. "Good job, Paul," John remarked.

Paul just laughed. He was holding a sleeping spray can in his hand.

John crouched and untied the red ribbon Wondrous Woman used to keep her hair tied in a ponytail. That ribbon gave her her super powers. Without it, she was powerless, just an ordinary girl. The magic of her red ribbon worked only on her. No one else could use that ribbon to gain super powers.

"Let's hurry up and take her to the boss," George said.

"Why hurry?" John asked, eyeing the beautiful body of the unconscious woman up and down. "Why not have some fun with her first?" He stroked her bare legs, which her short black skirt left exposed.

George smiled. "I like the way you're thinking." He crouched next to his partner and the girl.

John shot him a glare. "Back off. Since it was my idea, I'll go first."

George chuckled. "Fine, you can go first." He stood up.

Paul approached. "I want to have fun too."

"No, Paul, that kind of fun is not for you," George said with a dismissive gesture.

Paul insisted: "I want fun too!"

"Fine, fine, jeez," John said. "You can have a blowjob when I'm done."

"Why when you're done?" Paul protested. "Why not now?"

"Because I don't want to taste your sperm on her mouth when I kiss her," John answered.

George gestured to a chair. "Sit over there, and you can have your fun too when we're done."

Paul snorted. "Fine." He sat in the chair.

As John kissed and groped Wondrous Woman's lovely legs, Paul read the instructions on the sleeping spray can to kill some time. The instructions said: "Used to cure serious cases of insomnia. Use it only with a medical prescription. Each dose can put the user to sleep for 6-8 hours. Repeated use can cause addiction with serious and painful withdrawal symptoms. Most commonly noticed side effects are (not limited to) headache, migraines, dermatic allegrical reactions, itching, nausea, acid reflux, vomiting, fatigue. In extremely rare cases (less than 1%), more serious side effects have been noticed, such as hallucinations and psychosis. Slightly reduces the efficacy of birth control and..."

Paul had grown too bored to read the rest of the instructions. In the meantime, John had removed Wondrous Woman's panties and was now thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina. Sometimes he sucked her mouth or neck. Sometimes he drove his hands underneath her white, short-sleeved tight shirt, trying to grope her breasts.

All the while, Wondrous Woman was unresponsive, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was being done to her body. A true sleeping beauty.

Paul was watching the scene, mesmerized, stroking his member.

Eventually, John came. A little sooner than he wanted, but it was hard to control himself with such a good-looking lady. His huge load of cum exploded into Wondrous Woman's body, and it stayed all in, not even a tiny drop leaking out. It was as if this woman's body was hungry for cum and wanted to absorb all of it without letting any go to waste.

"Whew, that was good," John said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead as he stood up and raised his pants.

George smiled. "My turn."

"No, my turn!" Before either John or George could react, Paul, who was about to cum, crouched, took out his penis, and shoved it into Wondrous Woman's mouth. With a scream of ecstasy, he emptied a huge load into the woman's mouth. The superheroine gulped in her sleep, causing the sperm to go down her throat, into her stomach.

George sighed in defeat. "Are you satisfied? May I get my turn now?"

"Sure," Paul said with a grin as he got up, raised his pants, and went to sit back in the chair.

John and George took the unconscious woman to the bathroom to rinse Paul's sperm off her mouth so that George could kiss her with no disgust. Then they came back to the living room and placed the unconscious superheroine on the floor.

"At last, my turn," George said with a smile as he knelt down and lowered his pants. He "greeted" the girl's vagina with a direct, hard initial thrust. Maybe it was just him, but for a moment he thought he heard Wondrous Woman responding with a small moan.

John and Paul were watching the scene, not having recovered from their own orgasms yet.

As George thrust his penis in and out of the superheroine, sucking her neck and lips, he little by little took off her elastic shirt, revealing her bra. He drove his hands underneath it, groping her breasts and eliciting a moan from her. This time he was sure it wasn't just him. Wondrous Woman had really moaned!

George chuckled. "See, amateurs?" he said to his two partners. "This is how it's done. If you're skilled, you can please a chick even when she's unconscious."

John frowned. "You're delusional, George," he said with a smile, trying to sound indifferent, though he was jealous.

After some more thrusts, George let out an orgasmic scream, which drowned out a moan from Wondrous Woman. A huge load of cum flooded the interior of her vagina, the second load in her pussy for tonight, and just like the first one, it all stayed inside her body without the slightest leak.

With a grin of satisfaction, George stood up, raised his pants, and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "So, I guess it's time to go. Let's put her clothes back on and take her to the boss."

"Not so fast!"

"Huh?" George looked at John with confusion.

"You said you can please her more than I can," John continued.

"Yes, that's what I said. I mean, ain't it obvious? I made her moan, you didn't."

"When did you make her moan, you liar? I didn't hear anything."

"Then you're not only bad at sex; you're also deaf."

"No I'm not." John turned to Paul. "Did you hear her moan, Paul?"

"Yes, I did."

John smacked him on the head. "No, you didn't!"

"No, I didn't," a scared Paul agreed, rubbing his head on the spot his partner had just hit him.

George laughed. "Don't be in denial, John. It's not bad to admit I'm a better lover than you. I can give you some advice as to how to improve your technique."

"Bullshit!" John yelled. "I'm better than you, and I can prove it right here, right now. Let's fuck her at the same time and see who can make her moan harder."

"Bring it on!" George yelled back. "You're going down."

The two men crouched. "You just fucked her from the front," John said, "so now you'll fuck her from the rear and I'll take her front."

"Fine by me," George agreed.

The two men lowered their pants and shoved their members into the woman's vagina and butt respectively. They both thrust their members hard, trying to outdo each other.

"Moan for me, bitch!"

"No, moan for me, whore!"

Wondrous Woman let out a moan.

"Did you hear that? She moaned for me."

"Dream on. She obviously moaned for me."

Eventually, the two men took off the last garments on the superheroine's body: her skirt and bra. They were fucking her hard, simultaneously. George sucked the back of her neck as John sucked her lips and throat. George groped one of her boobs while John groped the other. John squeezed her ass while George stroked her belly.

That went on for quite a while. Now the lips and hands of both men had enjoyed practically every part of the woman's body. With a simultaneous scream, they both emptied their loads inside her. To their surprise, their screams were joined by another orgasmic scream: that of the sleeping woman! The three people wailed in their simultaneous climax.

The superheroine's scream was shorter than that of the two men, because Paul, who'd been stroking his member once again in the meantime, cut her short by kneeling down, shoving his penis into her mouth, and emptying another load down her throat. And so, all four people in the room had a simultaneous orgasm.

John and George moved away from Wondrous Woman, panting. They smiled at each other.

"She cummed for me."

"Dream on. She cummed for me."

The truth was that they no longer cared which of them had made her cum. That had been a marvelous fuck for both of them either way.

Paul brought them back to reality: "Guys, I think it's time to go."

John and George agreed and got up. They looked at the nude Wondrous Woman one last time before dressing her. She lay there, in all her naked glory, sleeping peacefully, with six full loads of cum inside her: three in her vagina, two in her stomach, and one in her ass.

The three men got dressed, put the superheroine's clothes back on her -- except her boots, which they didn't bother putting on her -- took her unconscious body, and left.