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Subject: {ASSM} A World Turned Upside Down (MF, humor, preg)
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A World Turned UpSide Down
Some of you may remember my story of a while ago "Wonder Woman's Most
Fulfilling Adventure." At the end of it, the Amazonian Princess was
definitely out of the superheroine business, just having borne a
daughter for the tribe's ancient enemy, Pan, and facing a life as Pan's
junior Queen to be used as his breeding slave. This left the world
without a strong feminine role model and unprotected against Pan and
his senior Queen, the witch Althea, who plan to reestablish traditional
male dominance.
With the disappearance of her elder daughter, Queen Hypolite 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
"I know all that, Mom! I'll be OK, really," the excited Drucilla
exclaimed. "You've told me before."
"Drucilla darling, it's not that I don't trust you, but you must
realize that you are out last hope, now that Diana has disappeared.
You are the only other Amazon that has ever visited the World of Men.
and 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 tow-bit hood ties her up and rapes her or the way she grinds her
hips onto the member of one of those plantamals that capture her and
tries to plant it's seed in her. She must have gotten tired of being a
virgin and shacked up with that Steve Trevor who had been trying to get
into her pants for all these years. I guess he was giving it to her so
good 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 lecture you just gave me, I'll bet she didn't feel
that an Amazon girl showing up on Paradise Island with a big belly
would 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.
"So you see, you are also our last chance. If you can't 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 the gods only extend our lease
here in return for the services of an Amazon to handle all the dirty
little chores in the World of Men that they would have to take care of
otherwise. But now there is some guy who's rich as Croesius 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 fuck you!"
"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.
"And even a few friendly fucks weren't enough to get Hephaestus to make
you a new golden lasso and magic girdle. He insisted I let him get me
--"
"Mother, you don't mean --"
"Yes, Dru. There is going to be a new little Amazon for the first time
since your were born, after Diana was sent out." Hypolite explained,
patting her tummy and not looking all that unhappy about the
extortion. "At least Aphrodite has 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! You say I was born 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 adventures in the World of Men, we should take a look
at just how bad things are getting without our star-spangled
superheroine.
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.
CNNfn's women correspondents are all pregnant
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 both announce they are preggers!
Madonna does a lovingly depicted barefoot-pregnant-and-chained-to-a-
stove photo shoot for "Rolling Stone."
Major retailers have created maternity brands: The Mommy Republic, New
Navy Girl, Bloomin' Dales, "Fitness" magazine has a "Fit Pregnancy "
offshoot.
The faux-affectionate "air kiss" of two women who meet has been
replaced by a mutual tummy bump/pat/inspection.
Among the earliest and 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 .... The wags were
starting to call it National Pregnant Radio.
Seems the first to fall was Lydia, whose husband had run off with a
cutie that he had made pregnant. She heard Dr. Althea talk about
getting on with ones life (meaning getting your brains fucked out as
often as possible) and a few days later found herself taking up with
Ricky from ESPN, a hunky ex-shot putter. He only had to put a few
shots into Lydia and grandmother Worthstein discovered she was going to
have a baby.
Even before they found out THAT little fact, her friends were curious
so Lydia invited Cindy and Steve and Nita and Charles to her SC beach
house for a week's vacation. The other two couples were eager to meet
Lydia's mysterious new beau. The women had 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 asked her if this had
anything to do with the new boyfriend, Lydia would just look dreamy and
say, "You've go to meet him." Now they were going to.
Lydia greeted her friends wearing hot pants and a bra-less blouse tied
just below her magnificent set of tits (thanks to a healthy dose of
vitamin Silicone that Ricky had suggested). Cindy and Nita almost had
to break their husbands' ribs to keep them from ogling. Everyone was
high on wine coolers when 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 of their
friend's Latino lover. Lydia 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. Eventually Lydia calmed down enough
to introduce her "friend."
Cindy and Nita were slightly put off when Ricky sent Lydia to fetch
beers for him and "my new buddies," but she 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. Then Lydia suggested that Cindy and Nita come help her in
the kitchen so the men could "talk."
More consternation, since neither Cindy or 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 what else <giggle-
giggle>-- is through his stomach." That explained why Nita had been
turning down reporting assignments recently. Though as far as Cindy
and Nita could tell, Lydia had no trouble getting to Ricky's "you know
what else."
Once in the kitchen, Lydia was dying to know what her friends thought
of him, and didn't he have the most gorgeous abs -- and that's not all
-- and <blush> does he know how to fuck, and she'd never know how sexy
it was to give a guy blow jobs, and she loved the way his come (just
five calories, what a great diet drink) tasted, 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 and Ricky did her
four or five times, and she was totally in love, and she had just been
dying to tell them sooner but she was 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 let a man twe ...(watch it!) so much younger than
she, knock her up and off her career track. But she was also a little
envious that a prune-face like Lydia was going down on a guy and had
him eating her out regularly. She 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 -- when at thirteen 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's letting someone like Ricky put her 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 revolting as well as indecent. Steve
knew better than to ask! But even more was the idea of allowing a man
to touch her private parts with his hands or -- worse -- his mouth.
She knew from experience with Steve what that led to. It was not only
sinful, but dangerous. Her second and third child (of the planned one)
had resulted when, in a moment of weakness, she allowed Steve to touch
her there. In no time she was screaming in orgasm and Steve was in
her, making her a mommy again.
She was so prone to sin in that way and she struggled daily to resist
the urges to pleasure herself. She had thought Steve was a nice boy
who understood that sex was only for reproduction. Instead, he went
along with those Post-Counciliar priests who said that sex was a means
of expressing love or even just for 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-nine. The Pope had said it
was OK, but it still felt like cheating. Still, she did love him and
knew how he suffered on account of her virtue. She had long ago
accepted finding evidences of Steve sinning with his hand almost
nightly. Now here was Lydia, whom she had always thought to be an
upright woman, glorying in giving and receiving pleasure not only from
intercourse, but from the most perverse acts Cindy could imagine.
Lydia was so wound up from her close encounter with Ricky, she wouldn't
shut up 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? she
rattled on. Of course they were on public TELEVISION (she uttered the
word as if naming a lower phylum in the Linean classification of
media), 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 living room drew Nita and Cindy there
double-time. The two women suspected 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 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 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. Of course good communication was
important between partners. Wait, did she hear that right? Women were
always eager to please their men but needed to be told clearly exactly
what to do? "Loving but firm instruction." A woman who has been
trained to do as she's told around the house will <sly smile> be the
kind of sex kitten she should be in bed.
There was something wrong about that, but Nita couldn't figure out just
what. As she continued listening, 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.' She 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 the woman's legs. For the next half hour, until
Althea became incoherent during her umpteenth orgasm, the nation was
treated to the first narrated cunilingus 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 should constantly to ask their partners what they could
do to please them better, be sexier, be more accommodating in bed?
That was bullshit! It was perfectly obvious how to please a man. They
were all just overgrown fourteen-year-old boys. After all. A bombshell
like Cindy 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 a the door wearing nothing but heels and a 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.
He had all week.
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. Lydia was on her back on a couch and Ricky
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! Fuck me baby, fuck me!
"Are you sure, my sweet?" he 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, damnit!. 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 <pause> nap, she said and headed for the bedroom.
Cindy gave Steve a similarly seductive look and replied, "Me too" and
headed off toward the bedrooms. Charles and Steve high fived and
followed their wives swaying asses.
The first days following the vacation Lydia saw a marked improvement in
both her friends, in Nita's attitude and in Cindy's looks.
A few weeks later Cindy and Nita burst into Lydia's cubical with the
news. "We've just come from our OB/GYN and ..." Cindy almost shrieked.
"Since it's still almost eight months off, he's going to get us
adjoining rooms in Sibley Maternity," Nita added with a smirk.
"I'm so happy for you!" Lydia exclaimed, hugging the two women against
her now very noticeable tummy. "I guess that makes us even. Ricky's
given me twins!"
To be Continued:
Comments, please to
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@Yahoo.com
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