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At Last!(MC, Mdom, Rom, preg)
By Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
An earlier version was proofread by Janey, but she is not responsible
for remaining errors.
<Ouuuuga>
<Ouuuuga>
<Ouuuuga>
Despite her prerogatives -- feminine and divine -- of doing
exactly what she wanted when she wanted to do it, Aphrodite grudgingly
forced herself awake. Why in Hades' name was the computer system
blaring the emergency alert? Especially at this hour? Especially when
she was so pleasantly full of her divine husband's divine cock?
And on a Sunday morning?
Her computers were programmed to respond to all but the most
extreme prayers automatically. You didn't need the Goddess of Love
herself to tell an over-eager man to spend a little more time getting
his wife hot before trying to plunge in. If he hit a brick wall and
deflated, well, it served him right. And if the woman really needed to
get laid, the computer could give her a few tips on dressing more
provocatively and moving her hips with a little more wiggle. No, no
ordinary mortal lust should have disturbed her sleep.
<Ouuuuga>
<Ouuuuga>
<Ouuuuga>
This was to have been their perfect night. Nowadays the gods
had such hectic schedules and she had planned everything to be alone
with her mate. Hephaestus no longer had to help out only with forging
plows and swords. Instead, he was the Ultimate Tech Support when an IT
specialist was at the end or her tether. The last eighteen months had
been Hades for her poor husband, as he had been roped into countless
projects to fix the Y2K problem. The ignominy! The damned millennium
wasn't even numbered after the Olympians, but who did the prayers come
to? The Nazarene? Oh, no. "My kingdom is not of this world."
Then some Scandinavian trickster had come through and persuaded
all the Olympians to change their computer systems to avoid the Y2K
problem. Now the hardware -- made in Cathay or Zeus knows where -- was
all going on the blink at the same time. And the only response from
the 24-hour 800 number was, "Your call is very important to us..." And
it would be a hot day in Ultima Thule before one of Loci's "service
representatives" showed up in Hellas. So who did all the gods call?
Her poor Hephaestus..
That came on top or the previous emergency when first ASSTR and
then ASSM had gone down. Millions of porn fans started inundating the
Celestial Server with demands to see their favorite dirty stories
nicely saved and catalogued ASAP! And when, with the help of
Hephaestus and readers who make contributions at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html the problem was solved, did anyone
say, "Thanks?"
With all this work, her poor husband was so tuckered when he
staggered back to their celestial palace every night that it was all he
could do to plough Aphrodite to a few orgasms, fill her with a couple
of loads, and collapse into the arms of Morpheus. It had been weeks
since he had eaten her!
Aphrodite wasn't used to such Spartan sex and wasn't going to
put up with the lack of attention for long. Aphrodite needed more
loving than this and she was determined to get it! Threatening to make
Jove give back the magic amulet that kept Hera screwing him, at least
occasionally, Aphrodite persuaded the Father of Gods and Men to put a
thunderbolt into the Forge's power supply, sending Heph home at mid-
afternoon.
She was waiting for him. She had chosen a square cut tank top
and a waist-tied skirt in a Hydra print that nicely showcased her
voluptuous body. Shaking the raven locks that fell in romantic
ringlets to her alabaster shoulders, she strategically placed a foot
with prettily painted toes clad in a 3 1/2 inch stiletto-heel T-strap
sandal on the base of a column. [Those Gucci Brothers might be Italian
barbarians, but they knew how to make hot footwear!]. Heph's favorite
golden loops dangled from her ear lobes. The notes of Orpheus's lyre
wafted in from the courtyard. (Ok, it was only a CD of "Orpheus's
Greatest Hits," but it was always effective in getting Heph in the
mood.) The table was laid with her husband's favorite wines and
ambrosia, but Aphrodite had a bet with herself it would never be tasted.
She won the bet. Boy did she win it!
The Goddess of Love was not surprised to see Heph's reaction as
soon as he saw his divinely hot wife. It almost tore a hole in his
loin cloth "Oh, honey, is that the Sword of Damocles in your pocket,
or are you just glad to see me?" she asked coyly.
Aphrodite didn't expect a verbal reply and didn't get one.
Instead Heph grunted and lunged for her in a style to become
reminiscent of NFL fullbacks trying for a fourth and goal from the
one. In seconds she felt herself hefted (or was that Hephted?) and
slung over her divine lover's broad shoulder. Heph might be lame, but
he sure as Hades was making good time toward the master alcove. He was
so sweaty and smelly and macho, her pussy tingled in giddy, inverted
anticipation.
<thwump>
The goddess was on her back. As her head cleared she saw Heph
drop his loin cloth. Yes! Her offering to Priapus -- the come from
one hundred virgins' first orgasms -- had been well rewarded; Heph's
erection was as straight and hard and long and thick as she'd ever seen
it. She was going to enjoy this night!
<rip>
'One square-neck tank top, finis, thirty-seven drachma,'
Aphrodite thought.
<pop> <shhhrup>
'Hydra print skirt, sixty-one drachma,' the Goddess inventoried.
<twang>
'Ouch! That smarted,' she thought. 'Why couldn't he just pull
it down? I would have lifted my butt, if he'd given me the chance.
Oh, well, one black lace thong, eighteen drachma.'
So, what! Her credit at Nike's Secret was good for a lot more
than one hundred sixteen drachma, plus tax. Money well spent if it
meant she got...
<kersplush>
"Uuuuuu!"
... impaled on Heph's magnificent goddess-pleaser. "Oh my
Zeuuuuuuuuuus!" the goddess bellowed. The first orgasm hit her before
Heph was all the way in.
This was not the kind of foreplay her expert system advised for
reluctant wives, but Aphrodite wasn't reluctant. Her divine snatch had
been wet for hours, waiting for this moment. When Aphrodite felt
Hephaestus's adamantine prick slide into her sloppy hole, she thought
she had died and gone to .... Wait! She was an Immortal and she was
already in heaven, but -- whatever! It felt damned good.
First fuck had been around nightfall. By midnight Aphrodite
had been screwed every way known in Greater Hellas and had come so many
times she couldn't think straight. Who WANTED to think straight? She
vaguely remembered her Hindu friend, Shiva, bragging that she and
Krishna knew thousands more positions, but Aphrodite didn't give a
damn. She had been most satisfactorily pummeled, pounded, and orgamsed
out. She was one happy goddess when at last she snuggled up to her
sleeping husband, kissed him one last time and closed her eyes. Not
intending to open them again until ....
<Ouuuuga>
<Ouuuuga>
<Ouuuuga>
Aphrodite tried burrowing deeper into the massive chest and
muscled arm of her sexy husband. Hephaestus had been fucking her silly
since the Indo-Aryans were a little tribe of nomads and it STILL drove
her crazy! He had the body of a Greek god -- well, he WAS a Greek god
and not a wimpy one like Apollo, either. No, her Heph was built on the
Sylvester Stallone model; or rather, Rambo was built on the Hephaestus
model! Heph had the equipment that Dark Wanderer wives dream about and
their husbands have nightmares about. And, by Jove, did he know how to
use it!
Maybe this was a bad dream. Cyrphe was supposed to be night
duty, but Aphrodite had seen the horny nymph giving the eye to one of
the young satyrs who kept the grounds and the Love Goddess didn't need
much imagination to know where SHE was right now. No, this was no
dream. Aphrodite had to take care of this herself before it woke her
darling mate.
The new Answered Prayer 5.0 for Windows 2000 was supposed to be
almost fully automated, she groused silently as she padded her way
along the colonnade to the IT room. There was no reason for her to
have to attend to all these petitions personally in this day and age.
That's why she had installed the expert system. At least ninety-nine
percent of all the petitions fell into just four categories:
"Please let him make a move on me."
"Please let her say yes when I make a move on her."
"Please let me be able to get him to use a condom."
"Please let me be able to fuck her without a condom."
"Please don't let me be pregnant."
"Please let her be pregnant."
"Please let me be able to get him to go down on me."
"Please let me be able to get her to give me a blow job."
Aphrodite had been so happy when the new software arrived,
especially when she saw who delivered it, a hunky demigod driving a big
orange and blue Gods Ex, (not "Gods' Sex" -- get a grip, girl)
chariot. The young driver went away knowing just HOW grateful the
goddess was for his "service." And when Heph had installed it for her,
she spent more than two nights thanking him. And now this!
<OUUUUUGA>
<OUUUUUGA>
<OUUUUUGA>
<OUUUUUGA>
The alarm seemed to increase in volume as she sat down and hit
the kill switch.
<OUGA...>
Merciful silence!
Quickly Aphrodite clicked on the diagnostics icon to see what
could have gone wrong. Glancing at the control screen, she saw it
going crazy with wild hieroglyphics. If this was another trick by one
of her Egyptian colleagues ...!
"INFINITE LOOP: CANNOT PROCESS"
'Not very helpful,' the goddess thought. Briefly contemplating
asking Zeus to hurl a thunderbolt to blast that impious Microsoft from
the face of the earth, she realized that the U.S. Justice Department
would probably do a more thorough job, anyway. Quickly she ran a
utility to uncover the problem. This was weird! No, understandable in
a way. Two diametrically contradictory petitions of a maximum
emotional urgency had arrived at the very same nanosecond, throwing the
hapless computer into a Godelian loop. Quickly Aphrodite pulled up the
two messages on a split screen.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed. "I should have fucking know! Those
two again! I'm going to KILL them!" She roared. She ground her
teeth. Her nostrils flared and her eyes grew red with rage. Aphrodite
was tired -- tired wasn't the word -- she had had it up to her aura
with this pair. Actually, if she could have arranged it, the
troublesome Wonder Woman and Major Steve Trevor would have been fried
decades ago. Since the '40s of the Twentieth Century Col. Trevor
(well, he was only a Lieutenant, then) had been trying to get into the
star-spangled pants of the Amazon Princess, who had been fending him
off for exactly as long.
Zeus steadfastly refused to thunderbolt Col. Trevor, pointing out that
he was doing only what every red-blooded mortal and blue-ichored god
wanted to do himself. And he likewise refused to let Aphrodite do
anything to interfere with Wonder Woman's superheroine career; she took
care of dozens of chores that would otherwise have taken Zeus away from
having fun with half the maidens and all the nymphs in Hellas. Bottom
line: she could do nothing to this dysfunctional couple -- and zillions
of their fans -- who generated a disproportional amount of the traffic
on both her 800 number and the website.
"Steve Trevor and that dammed amazon bitch again!" she almost
screamed. She guessed what had happened even before she read the
simultaneous pleas.
Steve had rescued this "Wonder Woman" -- again -- and he had
hoped to take advantage of it to get into her pants -- again.
"Please let me score this time."/"Please make him leave me
alone."
Aphrodite had been getting these conflicting prayers every
month or so for years and had long since ignored them. Couldn't Steve
figure it out for himself? The amazon in the funny red pants, although
she certainly had a body built for fucking, was under a curse that kept
her from doing anything about it. As an Amazon, if she gave herself to
a man, she lost all her super powers. As an official of the United
State Government, Col. Trevor certainly shouldn't want to deprive his
nation of the services of the sexiest superheroine in the universe.
Unfortunately, as a man, Col. Steve Trevor wanted nothing more that to
fuck her silly and to Hades with the superpowers. Because of the
curse, Wonder Woman couldn't fuck Steve, but she'd surely fucked up
Aphrodite's computer. It was the last straw.
With blazing fingers she punched in the numbers on her cell
phone. "Cybernetica! Come here and get me Eros," the goddess barked
at her IT support nymph.
"Yes, Oh yessss. YESSSSS. I'm coming, ... I'm COMING ...
Aieeeeeeeeeee!"
"I mean NOW, Zeusdammit, not when you finish with whoever you
have in there fucking your eyeballs out, you slut! If you don't get me
Eros here in five minutes, you're going to find out just how it feels
to have Cebrerus fuck you and Phil Phantom write about it!" the goddess
fumed. There was no justice in Olympus. Athena got the seven
cultivated, well-behaved Muses to do her bidding; Aphrodite got the
seven wanton, misbehaving Fuses to do -- exactly what they wanted,
which was to get laid morning, noon, and night!
It was closer to ten minutes when a drowsy, slightly spacey
little god flitted into the computer center. Aphrodite was glowering
as she sipped a new beverage brought to her recently by the
AEthiopians, a black bitter concoction, but one that energized her more
than the ambrosia that Hebe prepared.
"I won't bother asking what took you so long. Didn't I teach
you to wash the pussy juice off face after you eat a goddess?"
"I was in the middle of making love to my wife," her son
huffed. "And if we go to your alcove I'll bet we'll find Hepheastus's
face needs washing, too. Why the summons at this ungodly hour, Mom?
Aurora doesn't get up for hours yet?"
"What's it to you? Psyche has you in bed day and night,
anyway."
"I don't want to go into this with you, Mom," Eros replied
wearily.
"Yeah, I know what you want to go into and with whom," was his
Aphrodite's sour reply.
After several more rounds of this sort of sniping Aphrodite got
down to business. "I'm sick of this Col. Trevor and Wonder Woman
screwing up my communications system. I want a final solution to
this. And since I can't touch Wonder Woman, I've got and idea for how
you can fix Col. Trevor."
"But what can *I* do. Zeus refuses to blast him."
"You are going to get one Col. Steven Trevor, U. S Military
Intelligence -- what an oxymoron -- and one off-the-reservation amazon,
a.k.a. "Wonder Woman" out of my hair once and for all!"
"You want me to make them fall in love for good?"
"No, you dolt, the amazon bitch must remain a virgin to deal
with alien life forms, supervillains, and natural disasters. She
doesn't deserve it, anyway. No, you are going to make Col. Trevor fall
in love -- really in love -- with someone else. A tennis star, a CNNfn
correspondent babe, an MTV hostess, whom, I don't really care. Just
make sure the woman has the hots for Trevor, too. He's kind of
handsome for a mortal and deserves a frisky woman to make up for the
frustration he's gone through all these years panting for the amazon.
If you have any trouble finding a woman who really likes to fuck, ask
Janey or Lucinda or Bronwen; they claim to know plenty. Once Col.
Trevor is in love with someone else, he leaves the Amazon bitch alone
and, voila, everybody's happy."
"Great idea, Mom. I'll put an old arrow through his heart."
"They don't call me the Goddess of 'Luv' for nothing, Jr." she
smirked. "Just make sure the woman falls in love with him, too. --
totally, passionately. I don't want Col. Trevor back here next week
because SHE won't put out for him."
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll get them with my trick shot, one arrow
through both hearts. It'll be a piece of cake"
"Yeah, wedding cake!" Aphrodite sighed, suddenly sentimental.
*****
Flying as fast as his chubby little wings would carry him, Eros
was able to arrive in Washington early Monday afternoon. Big Mistake!
Though invisible, he apparently showed up on the radar at Andrews and
caused them to scramble to intercept the unidentified aircraft. Then,
after dodging ATA missiles, as he approached the Pentagon he could
hardly get through the constant stream of flights coming into or going
out of Reagan National.
It was Thursday morning before Eros could find Col. Steve
Trevor in the labyrinthine corridors of the Pentagon. Eros was growing
discouraged; he hadn't even started on finding a woman for him. Then
he got lucky. (Not that way, you perverts. Eros is totally faithful
to his Psyche.) Thank Zeus, there was a woman in the same office with
Col. Trevor. Hmm. Not a bad looker, though she sure didn't know how
to dress. "Zeus in Olympus!" Eros muttered to himself when he checked
the woman's measurements. "Why look further? Stevie boy will fall out
of his tree when he sees her naked." This meant Eros didn't need to
find someone else, engineer a chance encounter, etc. He'd be back in
Hellas and in Psyche's sweet snatch in time for TGIF. Zeus, he was
horny!
Aiming carefully, Eros loosed his arrow and watched it fly, unerringly
piercing first the heart of Steve Trevor and then, that of the woman,
Diana Something-or-Other. The little god grinned and hovered around to
monitor the effects of his marksmanship.
*****
Steve looked up from his work. An amazing thought had just
occurred to him. That mousy Diana Prince with a little makeover could
be HOT! Why had he never thought of her that way before. The bun?
Pull the clip and her hair would fall to her shoulders. Those awful
glasses? He had seen a Linda Carter ad for laser surgery that would
correct that. 'Totally fuckable. I could have some fun with that sexy
broad,' Steve thought, totally forgetting his lifelong obsession with
Wonder Woman.
'I'll get her to wear those tight, hot minis with 4" heels with
an ankle tie and take her clubbing to Los Amigos del Disco. Hell, with
that black hair she could pass for a Latina. When I twirl her around
and everybody sees she isn't wearing panties, all the men will be soooo
envious,' he smirked. 'And we can go to all the hockey games and have
pizza and beer at the Calvert Grill.'
'Then in few months when she finds she's going to have a baby
-- heh -heh -- I'll pop the question. Of course, being totally ape
over me she'll say yes yes yes yes and I'll move us to a big house out
near Dulles. Some dot com company should be willing to pay an ex-
intelligence hot-shot like yours truly enough to support Mr. and Mrs.
Trevor and our six or eight kids. Oh, yeah, this is going to be
perfect!' Steve mused, not aware that there was anything wrong with
having rewritten his life plan in a matter of seconds.
*****
Diana Prince looked up from her work. She had been fidgeting in her
chair since just after lunch. The source of her discomfort was near at
hand; Col. Steve Trevor was looking at her again. But that wasn't the
whole story; she felt odd, too, giggly and happy that he was looking.
She had an urge to shake loose her long hair from its tight bun and let
it fall fetchingly to her shoulders. "Maybe I could duck into the
ladies' room to freshen my lipstick," she thought, not remembering that
she wasn't wearing lipstick. She was chagrined to think how frumpy she
must look to a dashing man like Col. Trevor in her loose skirt,
nondescript blouse and flats. But , wait! "Of course I look frumpy.
I work hard every morning to look frumpy. It isn't easy when you have
a dynamite body like mine!"
Then an amazing thought occurred to her. Steve Trevor, though
arrogant and full of himself, taken in hand by the right woman, like
yours truly -- heh heh -- could be turned into a decent prospect! Why
had she never thought of him that way before. The buzz cut? Let his
hair grow and he'd look like an adult. Those awful uniforms? Well,
he'd probably want to find a civilian career to impress his new
girlfriend and would, of course, need her help choosing the right
wardrobe. 'I'm going to have so much fun with that hunk,' Diana
thought, totally forgetting her lifelong obsession with protecting
Wonder Woman's virtue.
No, no, she couldn't let herself think like that. She had always gone
out of her way to remain unattractive to men, especially Steve Trevor,
with whom she had to work. There was no way to avoid his lust for her
as Wonder Woman; she didn't need him hot for Miss Prince, too. The
contradictory thoughts flitted in and out of her mind.
"You must never give yourself to a man, my child. If you do,
all your powers to help others will desert you," Diana could hear her
mother, Queen Hypolite, telling her so many years ago. And she'd
always been a good girl, too. Oh, sure, she let herself go a few
times when some overpowered android cock was pounding her pussy
senseless, making her scream in mindless ecstasy as it attempted to
orgasm her into submission. And she'd let herself go occasionally when
the odd trans-genetic plant had its tendrils deep in her twat,
tickling her clit as it massaged her breasts and sent shock waves of
pleasure through her engorged nipples. Damn! She could use one of
those aroused androids or a nice horny plant right now! Great Hera!
What am I thinking?'
'Easy enough for you to talk about not giving yourself to a
man,' mother, but you don't have to sit across from that hunky Col.
Trevor. If you did, I'll bet your pussy would be leaking just like
mine is.' thought the confused woman. Maybe if I rolled my skirt up a
little, Steve could at least see some ankle. Hera knows I have sexy
ankles!'
'I'll bet he'll ask me to the University Club Spring Ball! I'll dress
up in a floor-length taffeta gown and everyone will stare when we make
our entrance. He'll waltz me around, gliding smoothly over the floor,
adoration shining in his eyes. All the women will be soooo envious,'
she sighed. 'We'll have season tickets to the National Symphony
Orchestra performances at the Kennedy Center and afterwards he'll take
me to Sweet Georgia Brown for a midnight champagne dinner.'
'Then in few months, when we are an item in the Georgetown
social circuit, I'll hint how nice it would be to live together in the
city. Of course he'll be totally ape over me and say yes yes yes yes
and move us into a Georgetown apartment. Some dot com company should
be willing to pay an ex-intelligence hot-shot like him enough to
support me while I get my Masters in International Business at SAIS.
Oh, yeah, this is going to be perfect!' Diana mused, not aware that
there was anything wrong with having rewritten her life plan in a
matter of seconds.
'Oops' thought Eros. This wasn't going quite as expected.
Eros sympathized with the men of this strange land. Imagine! A woman
with a body like hers who was in love, but still wanted to have a
"career" instead of staying at home, barefoot and pregnant. Thank Zeus
his Psyche was an old-fashioned girl. Career? Hades! She had made a
career out making babies. Every year, usually about the time
Proserpine returned from Hades, Psyche presented him with another
adorable little puto. Back during the 16th Century when they were in
such demand as models for Renascence Masters, Psyche was popping out
litters of two and three per year, but recently she had decided one per
year was enough to keep her occupied. It made Eros horny all over
again thinking about his lovely Psyche back home, their most recent
infant parked on her pregnant belly, nursing, her holding the wings of
a little cherub just learning to fly, her seeing the little puti off to
pre-gymnasium every morning.
This Ms. Price was totally different. You didn't have to be
Dr. Ruth to figure out that after the second Capitals game Diana sat
trough and the second time Diana dragged Steve to see Ethan Steifle and
the ABT, the lovers would be at each other's throats. 'They need a
little more in common,' the god grinned.
Carefully Eros put away the gold-tipped Romantic Love arrow and
withdrew a larger iron-tipped one dipped in quicksilver. 'The Carnal
Lust arrow never fails!' he reflected. Even lust needed to be fine-
tuned, however. Generally it was enough to increase the woman's libido
by several factors. A man would put up with a lot of ballet from a
woman who wanted to fuck his brains out every night. Hmm. A quick
scan showed that the Diana woman already had a roaring libido, but was
holding it in check for some reason. Never mind, he'd just make her
forget her reasons and let the good times roll!
'Oh, that's not good!' Eros thought, continuing his mindscan.
The woman had an aversion to giving head. Oh, well, that could be
fixed, too. 'With a few little adjustments in Diana, Col. Trevor is
going to realize that he'll never find a hotter woman and he'd better
treat her right,' Eros reasoned.
Then he turned to making sure Col. Trevor DID treat her right.
A little adjustment of Steve's quantity/quality ratio was in order.
Better change the desired setting from 10 minutes, 15 times pre week to
something Diana would enjoy better: say, three hours, five times a
week 'I'll install a woman-comes-first rule and -- what's this? Oh,
the silly man, thinks he doesn't like to eat pussy? Well, that's easy
to fix. Col. Trevor's woman is going to realize that she'll never find
a better man and she'd better treat him right,' Eros reasoned.
Suddenly, before Eros could get off his shot, Diana sat
upright, realizing where her thoughts were taking her. She had to get
away from Steve before she did something foolish! Pushing back her
chair, Diana bolted for the door. She felt slightly more in control as
she hurried out onto the immense parking lot and found her Neon. Wow,
that was a close call, she reflected. She could never recall being so
excited in her life, but it was more than horniness. She needed a man,
but even more she needed one man -- Steve. Steve, who had lusted for
her as Wonder Woman all these years, never marrying, never having other
girlfriends, always loyal to Wonder Woman. Diana's heart was melting.
And now he was looking at her the same way -- her, mousy, drab Diana,
not his sex fantasy. A glance can tell a girl so much. Poor Steve!
He was trying to tell her, trying to communicate. There was love in
his eyes, devotion. "Oh, Steve, you'd be so perfect -- if I could only
have you!"
Diana's eyes were filled with tears when she arrived at her
Wisconsin Ave. apartment. "Why do I have to be Wonder Woman? Why do I
have to be temerarious and rush off to save people and countries and
planets? Why can't I have a man -- at last! Oh Hera, I've got to
come!"
Always determined to overcome her need to masturbate, Diana did
not possess a vibrator or even a dildo. Hades, she had used her only
cucumber in last night's salad!. Nothing mattered. Minutes later she
was spawled on her bed with her legs wide apart, furiously finger
fucking herself. "Oh God, Steve," moaned the imperious Amazon "TAKE ME!"
*****
"What had gotten into Diana?" Steve wondered. Oh, she had
probably gotten uncomfortable from his staring at her, poor thing. He
should apologize. He raced after her, but she had disappeared. He had
no idea where she lived. Well, he didn't work for Military
Intelligence for nothing. It took him less than an hour to hack into
Pentagon personnel files and find the address. Smiling, Eros flew
along behind as Steve's Miata screamed along Rock Creek Parkway.
*****
"Diana, I have to talk to you!" Steve shouted, pounding on the
door of her apartment when she didn't answer his insistent ringing of
the bell.
"I can't. Not now. Go away, Steve," Diana replied, using all
her will power not to open up and fling herself in his arms.
'Perfect angle,' thought Eros. 'One immaterial Carnal Lust
arrow through the genitals. Yes!'
Suddenly Diana felt funny. Great Hera! She had just come a
half dozen times before Steve arrived. She thought the worst was
over. It was breaking her heart, but loyalty to her calling as Wonder
Woman was strong. She would NOT open the door. Now she knew she was
wrong. The desire she had felt for Steve before was still there, but
there was something new. She needed a cock! A man's cock! In her
pussy! Desperately! At this instant! If she was going to give
herself to anyone, it might as well be Steve. She opened the door.
It this were a cartoon, instead of a serious piece of erotic
literature, we would depict the ensuing scene as a rapidly spinning
blur with pieces of clothing being ejected from time to time. "Steve,
darling, HURRY!" Diana wailed. Nothing in his training prepared Steve
to handle a woman this hot, but something about him rose to the
occasion. Minutes later his cock was buried deep in Diana's pussy and
the ravaged woman was bellowing for more. There would be Hell to pay
at the next meeting of the Condo owners' association, Diana knew.
'Mission accomplished,' thought Eros as he banked and headed
East.
*****
The following morning Aphrodite was standing at the doorway of
her mansion and inquiring, "How did it go?"
A slightly jet-lagged, very Psyche-welcomed little god scanned
her face before replying. She seemed to be in a better mood than
Sunday morning when she sent him out on that crazy mission.
You'd better believe she was! Aphrodite could
compartmentalize. Once she had turned off the alarm and dispatched her
son that morning, she headed back to the alcove. Hephaestus was still
asleep. He didn't remain that way long! She licked her favorite part
of his body until it was rigid and gleefully flung herself on him. By
the time Hephaestus was fully awake, Aphrodite was mewing through her
second orgasm so loud it disturbed the peace of the souls in the
Elysian Fields.
For the next few hours the divine lovers ran through a reprise
of the previous night. By noon Aphrodite knew she was going to be
entitled to a refund from Hebe on all that ambrosia she had ordered.
They never made it to the table. One of the Muses put it this way:
With no need of philter,
Hephaestus had filled her,
And then he had eaten his fill of her fill.
Then she had partaken
Of his filling filler.
A nice little fillip, a swill.
It gave new meaning to "breakfast in bed."
The rest of the week Aphrodite basked in the afterglow of that
incredible day -- and night. Hephaestus staggered into the forge late
on Monday morning with a goofy grin on his face that left no doubt
among the other smiths that the boss had a GOOD weekend. When Hermes
showed up later in the day with a bouquet of flowers sent by his fuck-
happy wife, the guys teased him, but they were really jealous as all
Hades. Aphrodite just sat at her computer all week with a big
satisfied smile on her face clicking "Granted," "Granted," "Granted,"
to all the petitions, even that disastrous one from Monica -- how
embarrassing!
The dreamy smile on his mother's face gave Eros the nerve to
recount his experience. He told how he had almost been shot down by
the jets from Andrews and how he had gotten lost in all those corridors
at the Pentagon looking for Col. Trevor. "Time was running out, but
then I got lucky. It turned out there was a very pretty woman working
in the very same office next to Col. Trevor. It took two arrows. But I
did it." Eros concluded proudly
"In the same office?" Aphrodite asked apprehensively. "What
was her name?"
"Diana something. I just got a glimpse at her ID tag. King?
No, ... Duke? No, ... Ah! Prince. Diana Prince. She looked pretty
intell--"
"Diana Prince!" Aphrodite burst out. "You idiot! You
nincompoop! Only the son of that dimwit, Ares could be so ignorant.
Why did I let him get me pregnant that night? You don't know who Diana
Prince IS??? Don't you read comic books like other boys? No, of
course you don't, you stupid little fucker. That minx Psyche has you
in bed all the time screwing out what few brains you have left. You
know I've never liked her; she's too old for you. I'll have the furies
hound you both for a century for this. I'll ...."
*****
Mrs. Diana Trevor looked around to make sure no one saw her
before she lifted the rear of the Cherokee and slid it into a parking
space at the mall, never having gotten the hang of parallel parking.
She was glad her mother had been wrong, about her superpowers, or at
least misleading. Queen Hypolite hadn't exactly said she would lose
her super powers, rather that she would no longer have them to help
humanity.
So true! Diana found she needed everything the magic girdle
and golden lasso could give her just to manage the big house, run the
office of Steve's consulting business, ferry Britany and Jennifer to
soccer practice, pick Laurel up from Tae Kwan Do, deliver Helen to
morning kindergarten and fetch her at noon, take Sara and Sole to the
pediatrician for their two-year check up, and nurse little Margaret.
Maybe, just maybe, she thought, rubbing the bulge in her tummy, if this
one were Steve, Jr., at last, she might get a break from baby making
for a while. She doubted it, however, knowing how well Steve liked
seeing the way her pregnant belly stretched the red Lycra tights when
he dressed her up like Wonder Woman.
The End
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