A Benefit of Teaching

AUTHOR’S.NOTE: “Standard, never do any of this at home. If you are under 18 please go somewhere else. I was inspired by Subnatured {2002 SubNatured@yahoo.com}. I really do hope everyone enjoys the show; And, thank you for your time, and energy!”

Hello, my name is Haniel Sparks. Sometimes people ask me why I choose to become a high school teacher, of course there’s the obvious attractions such as the shorter working hours, and long holidays, or even ‘satisfaction’ of helping others… ‘it sure as hell can’t be the pay’ Perhaps they just don’t think to consider the downside of the job, the mountains of marking, dealing with spoilt teenagers who think they literally are the center of the universe. Temperamental little brats who think it is ‘kewl’ to bring knives to school; or shoot up class mates because they’re parents never taught them how to deal with stress. Maybe, they are oblivious to the self-righteous parents who fail to take any responsibility for raising their kids. So, they blame the teachers when their precious little baby goes off the rails, and expect the school system to pick up the slack, because their too lazy, they’re too busy to keep their guns out of reach, and they’re too this that or some other thing.

Considering what teachers have to put up with just to live under the poverty line; It’s little wonder that there’s usually a shortage of good teachers. Though of course, the other side is right too, as usual, the school system is so corrupt that the teachers unions scream bloody murder, when someone thinks to have the audacity to expect teachers to actually do their job, and use the great proven method of success of greedy capitalistic pigs they call free market competition to increase the quality of our school system... Of course, I just sit back and watch the fireworks, and enjoy the fruits of my labor… maybe too literally sometimes.

Recently my parents died and left me with some huge amounts of inheritance, right before Obama nation came into power so the government choose to let me keep most of it with the suspension of the “death tax”. How much my father and mother held me in high esteem was news to me because they kicked me out of the mansion when I was 18 after my graduation ceremony. After twenty years in the Navy as a Submariner I had my own nice little nest egg. I left the navy with three bachelors and a Ph.D. So I wrote a few things as I moved across the country to Rhode Island to attend my parent’s funeral. One of my cousins suggested I become a teacher because it would give me a lot of free time to write. So, that is what got me to where I am now.

My cousin got me a job replacing a science teacher, who was moving across the nation to follow her husband who was in the military. I tried to help her and a fellow sailor out to try to help them get on-base housing quickly. Early on in my life my parents taught me all the benefits of charity, and despite the ‘fishy’ way my cousin got me the job I felt one good turn could use another. The teenagers these days call it “pay if forward” or some such nonsense, I think. I digress. It was a catholic school that had a dress code {uniform}, for students consisting of a white shirt, school tie, grey trousers for the boys, and a gray knee length plaid skirt, white socks and black shoes. There was also a matching blue/green sweater which was the school’s colors, but it was optional, and few students wore one.

Most of the students I taught were between sixteen, and seventeen, I spotted the trouble makers straight away, and within the first couple days had them under control with little more than a series of well placed detentions and encouraging remarks… some may find this interesting but saying the ‘right’ positive thing can totally send people into a tail spin. However, it was easy as this was a Catholic school after all and they were just small time bullies.

As always, I made the effort to teach them well, taking the time to find a strategy that would help them all learn and understand the material. Maybe ironically, I believe in doing what is right regardless of the consequences. The means justify the ends, so to speak. Much to my surprise, most students actually respond favorably when a teacher actually does their job. By the end of the first day I already decided on the girl that I would be experiencing. Later, I might look back and think she saved me from a path of self destruction. Yet, I try to leave things that are out of my control to the Divine; And, just focus on what I want to happen. And, yes, things I that are out of my control is almost everything outside of my own body.

As one of the younger girls in my classes, Jennifer {or “Jenn” to her friends} was fifteen and would turn sixteen within the month of September that year. Friendly, and well mannered, she got along with most of the other students in the class but quiet and positive, very unlike some of the more attention seeking girls. Of course, she had her own group of friends she talked with from time to time. She stood around one point six eight meters with slightly silky wavy brown hair that went to her shoulders. Ironically she was strikingly beautiful with pale skin and delicate aristocratic features set off by her hazel eyes and soft moist light pink lips, but she consistently made the choice to where very little makeup.

Magnificently stunningly beautiful, Jennifer had a fantastic body, and she quietly flaunted it in how she walked and her dress. While there was a uniform policy in the school, it was open to some minor interpretation, the most common of which was to wear a skirt which is slightly shorter than the standard style of at the knees directly. This may seem like something small but revealing three to four inches above the knee gives the uniform a whole new meaning as it reveals an admirable portion of a young woman’s thighs. Jenifer choose to wear such a skirt, highlighting just how incredible her legs were, beautifully formed, trim and well toned it was obvious she was an athlete that practiced routinely through the week. Neither skinny, nor bulky, she was beautifully shaped and had the perfect curves for her height and figure. Her skirt showed her beautifully supple trim waist and bubble shaped ass. A few times during the fall I was granted short glimpses of brilliance of her perfectly heart shaped firm ass within the uniform plaid skirt.

Jennifer was like most of the other girls in how she wore her tie slightly slack, and with the top button of her shirt undone, the shirt itself was made of a light material, there were no guidelines on what uniform shirts should be made of, just so long as they were white. Jennifer made the choice to wear a shirt made of cashmere silk that a few of the other girls had as well. It was clearly a status symbol of family wealth. Although it was so thin that you were able, to almost see her black bra encasing her maybe barely C-Cup breasts, and so the material came off as slightly off white as her skin augmented the color. A few times during the fall I was able to see her beautiful form of her breasts and torso as the light shining through the windows caught her blouse just the right way.

I had been watching Jennifer, since the first day of school, and admiring her beauty subtlety and discreetly. Thankfully the time came to act soon in the month of November after the “Home Coming” dance. It was a Friday and luckily I taught her final class of the day, thus giving me the opportunity to ger her to myself at the end of the class, but I still needed a reason to keep her back, ironically I found my reasons in one of the pranks that was played on a fellow female teacher I had befriended. I slipped out of the toilet where I inflated a condom like a balloon, then, I carried it back with me to the class hidden under some lab equipment I picked up from the storage cupboard on my way back. As I walked past her seat I dropped the condom at the base of her bench. Like a puppet answering the pull of strings from a puppeteer, the mischievous boys spotted it with little time elapsed.

“Hey Jen! Bat it over here!” He yelled, Jennifer looked puzzled, saw the inflated contraceptive and then without thinking picked it up. Seeing my opportunity I turned and yelled at her “Jennifer!, what the hell do you think you are doing!” I yelled and she spun around turning on her heels with a fright. “Put that in the bin and see me after class!” she began to stutter something about it not being hers, but the words died without sound as I gave her a sharp piercing glance into her soul. Watching her walk over to the bin to dispose of my little prop, I savored her shapely legs and pert butt as it shifted slightly as she unconsciously softly strutted from side to side in her heels. My organ began engorging with blood filling it’s veins as the sheer thought of what was soon to come brought a stir in my pants. I had to sit down at my desk to hide the massive aching bulge in my pants, waiting for the final bell as the students finished their lab.

The class room erupted in the sound of scuffling of feet and backpacks as the Final Bell sounded with a sharp distinct ring. The various conversations sprang up out of the silence of the class room as if they were continuing where they had left off when the class began. I followed the last student out the door, leaving Jennifer in her sitting in her seat. Before I shut and locked the door, the student playfully taunted Jennifer about how much trouble she was in… he didn’t know the half of it.

As the student left, I shut the old sturdy solid oak door and locked it behind me. Now, you might ask me why I would ‘risk’ my job over what I am about to do. My answer is simple, ‘What is stopping me?’ As you will see, all roads from this juxtaposition leads to me still doing whatever I want. As a great man said once, the only thing to fear is fear itself. Anyhow, where was I? Oh yes, the classroom itself was situation on the second floor of a building built like King Solomon’s Temple. Only recently did the school even need to start building an additional building. So the room was extremely sturdy and well kept. The windows overlooked the school soccer, rugby, and baseball field. The private school was extremely old and highly esteemed.

As I turned to walk back to my desk, I saw Jennifer looking at me with an inquisitive look on her face, “why did you lock the door?” she asked as I sat back at my desk, “I wanted to make sure we had no interruptions” I replied with authority in a stern tone, “I did not bring that thing into class sir, it was not mine” she meekly tried to justify and excuse herself, “com here Jennifer, I want to discuss your position in my class” I replied, with the same deep stern voice resonating lightly off the polished hard wood floor and walls. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to me with a defeated expression and stood in front of me submitting to my inquisition. I grabbed her attention from my feet with a snap of fingers and motioned for her to stand next to my seat, and turned myself to face her.

Hands behind her back, feet locked together, and body erect Jennifer continued to stare at the floor with her should slumped in defeat, continuing to submit to my appraisal. I appreciated her slim figure, running my eyes up her beautifully sculpted legs, her trim waist, and slim hips under her bountiful breasts which pressed forward from her shirt and up to her slender neck. Her delicate face offset by the soft brown hair which flowed down to the tops of her shoulders. She remained staring at the floor and then brought her face up to look at me, finally, “I am sorry sir, but I did not bring that thing to class… I just saw it and picked it up, and I do not even have any, and I have only ever seen them in sex ed” she said with her eyes pleading to me, her hazel eyes looking innocently at me. “So you don’t have any and you have never used on before?” “No, I never ever, and I wouldn’t even know what to do with one if I saw one, sir.” She hastily added with her response, looking even more pleadingly as she silently begged to me.

Looking at her hips and light cashmere silk material of her blouse covering her trim, and tone, stomach, “That is ok Jennifer… we will not be using them either” Jennifer’s chest rose slightly as she took a sharp breath in, her face going slightly pale, I raised myself from my seat brushed the hair from the side of her face. “what do you mean?” she asked, her breathing still shallow and her soft delicate face with hazel eyes still locked onto mine, “I mean, we are going to have sex” I said gently with the back of my fingers gently running across her high cheek bone, “I… I… I am sorry but no… I cannot… I… I… I am not…”came her stuttering reply as she shuffled slightly away from me. I put my hands on her shoulders, just enough to stop her from moving further away from me, “I am going to make love to you Jennifer” I said tenderly and gently, “No… you cannot… please!!!” she said finally raising her voice ever so slightly as her voice began to faultier and tremble, with her body. “just do what I say and you will be fine, this does not have to be difficult” with a gentle and caring tone I explained to her. Fear washed over her eyes and she began to struggle, trying to free herself of my grip.

After twisting, I threw Jennifer back into the whiteboard behind my desk. The impact stunned her and she stood paralyzed against the blackboard. Her face stung turned, as I slapped her across the face “fail to make this difficult Jennifer! submit!” I yelled at her, and turned her face to look at me by her chin, “Do you understand!?!” I barked curtly as she stared into my eyes with disbelief, and her face startled from the violence. “Do you!?!” I barked again, lowering my hand from her face to her arm, as she gently nodded her head with a single tear running from her watery eyes across the red mark where I had slapped her. The red mark was already fading though, as only wished to stress a point, and do everything but tarnish her beautiful soft angelic face.

Moving my right hand down the side of Jennifer’s curves I grabbed her ass and softly began to knead and massage her ass through her smooth silk grey plaid skirt. The sound of her soft whimper ran a chill of pleasure down my spine as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Licking the lobe of her ear, and darting my tongue in and out I then grabbed her breast through her blouse with my other hand and began kneading and mauling it as my thumb flicked across her areole and nipple. I could feel the heat of pleasure begin to rise within her as she whimpered more from the unknown sensation boiling within her. I pulled back slightly and began unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at me confused. Her eyes were still watery and afraid of what was happening, and yet still confused at me and what I was doing, and what I was causing her to feel. I grabbed her blouse and pulled it down to her elbows roughly causing her to whimper from the sudden movement.

With a warm heated smile at my good fortune, I look into her eyes and unbutton her front clasping silk black bra and pulled it to her elbows with her blouse as I dove into sucking on her neck. Her back arched and she moaned for the first time as both hands returned to now roughly kneading and mauling her ass and naked breast. I had switched my hands though as my kisses trailed from her sweet moist watermelon flavored lips, ears, neck, shoulder, and then to her breasts. She looked away and whimpered in the shame and humiliation of having her teacher suck and nibble on her breast as he knead and mauled her breast and ass with his hands. Kneeling I sucked on her magnificently beautiful boobies and nipped her nipple. Causing a small orgasm to wash over her body; With, a new round of delightfully pleasant whimpers from the unwanted pleasure. I could feel her become more submissive to my demands, I let go of my remaining restraint with treating her body roughly. My goal was for her pleasure rather than my own, but I had no inhibitions based on fear of right or wrong, good or bad, society or family. There was only action and the consequences of those actions. There was only me and the sexual animal pleasure I felt, from driving sexual animal pleasure through this young woman’s ripe fertile young teenaged body. I intentionally ignored her moving her hands to my shoulders and unconsciously caressing my head absentmindedly.

With Jennifer’s first orgasm of the evening I began trailing south with kisses along her irresistibly soft silky feminine skin. First to her belly-button my tongue playfully nipped at her outie causing another delightfully yelp from her moans of pleasure as both hands were roughly kneading and mauling her bare ass. My hands had gone down to start massaging her calf muscles thoroughly; Then cupping the back of her knees as I nipped her belly button, and then under her skirt I began roughly kneading and mauling her thighs. I had no doubt she might have bruises, and be sore, the next morning but right now she was mine; And, she loved every minute of it. As my hands slipped under her white cotton panties I dove my had under her skirt.

Whimpering yet again from embarrassment of having her teacher’s head literally under her skirt and about to do the unthinkably horrible thing she had only heard other girls whisper about. “Ooohhh…. Noooo…. Pleeeaaassseee not there… Oooh my!” Oh, how she felt grateful now that he locked the door as his hands lifted her up onto the whiteboard and his mouth dove into eating her alive. “Doctor Sparks!” Her yelps continued to add to his delight. His lips kissing her camel toe formed by her white panties sucked the ambrosia of her sweet honey from her. Then, she felt his lips directly on her moist pussy lips as she experienced more pleasure than she ever dreamed of. Driving my tongue into her moist cunt, I found her g-spot and ate her through another mind shattering orgasm as I drank my fill of her sweet virgin honey. Her hands struggled to find a way to drive my head more tightly into her pussy against her silk pleated skirt.

Hoisting her skirt up over her hips, I pulled her panties completely off now. Kissing her venus mound I stroked and kissed my way back up to her mouth. Her eyes flashed open as she realized she was tasting herself and she drove her tongue back into my mouth, playfully caressing and stroking my own tongue she apparently had decided to give herself to me full mind, body, and soul. I knew it might happen at some point; But, I was also prepared for her to hate me for the rest of my life… however long that ended up being, given who her parents were. Remember I said consequences? Some things just are worth it. Well, I knew that the night was still young, and two orgasms rarely makes anything major happen. So, I continued to run my hands stroking and caressing her thighs, ass, and back as we kissed. I marveled at how firm her ass cheeks and breasts were as I kneaded and mauled them.

Unbuckling my pants I let them fall after unzipping the zipper and dropped my boxers. I pulled away from her lips as I sloughed my shirt and tie over my head. There was a long pause as I suddenly was irrationally insanely compelled to let her decide. “Wha-what are you doing?” Silently she stared at me meekly as she began to comprehend what was happening. She whimpered as her blouse and bra dropped behind her as she drove her lips, and body, back into mine. “I… have… never… been… with… anyone…” between kisses I thought she might be having thoughts of doubt now, so I spun her around and slammed her face first, against the white-board softly. I bent my knees as I aligned my massive cock to her cunt before I impaled her on my blood engorged organ and drove her up against the whiteboard like a vicious animal. “Ooohhh myyy God!!!” She squealed as I stuck her like a pig on my rod of authority. “Jesus! You are sooo tight… Thank you… for making love… with me…” I paused between her cunt’s vice like milking contractions around my baby maker. I held still so that her vagina could become more accustomed to being stretched obscenely around my massive cock. Her earlier orgasms and juices the only reason I was able to bottom out in one thrust, as her cunt tried to skin my penis.

Whimpering came again as Jennifer grunted with each thrust into her previously virgin cunt. “uuuhhh… uuuhhh… uuuhhh…” I mauling her breasts I used them for leverage to drive my blood engorged cock deep into her incredibly tight cunt. Her legs dangling and shuddering spastically as I driver her through another orgasm, “Aaaiiieee… aaaeee… aaaiii… iiieee… aaahhh… iiihhh… eeehhh”. Leaning back her skirt was tickling the hair on my balls on each thrust and I knew I was about to come soon. My thrusting sped up slightly as I savored the feel of her tight pussy griping my organ like a vice. The sound of her voice, “uuuhhh… iiihhh… eeeiiihhh…” chanting as I drove more air through her lungs. The smell of sex permeated the room as I laid it too the once prim and proper young teenage school girl. Plowing through her once virgin cunt, I felt a new need “I am going to knock you up now, mon cheri”

With a flash Jennifer’s eyes screamed open as she whimpered anew, “But!... Please!... I can’t… get… preg… nant……… My… father… will… kill… me!!!” I growled and grunted in her ear as I continued to plow through her once virgin garden. “Ssshhh… quiet……….. That… is… your… fault… remember? … You… did… not… bring… any… condoms…” She pleaded, “but… please!!! I… want… to… go… to… college!!! Noooooot…nooooo… aaaiiieeeiiieeeaaaiii!!!” She squealed through yet another orgasm; As, I drove my massive organ directly to the gates of her Garden of Eden and pumped my baby batter directly into her womb. Unbeknownst to both of us, there actually were two ripe eggs there which my sailors did go forth to pillage, plunder, and conquer.

I collapsed into the splendor of afterglow with her against my teacher’s desk, and Jennifer still impaled on my cock the whole time. My cock was still erect though the ‘need’ was gone now. I could feel her still incredibly tight cunt milking my cock for all its seamen goodness. “How did you know?” She asked honestly inquisitively, as I rubbed her stomach gently, and stroked and caressed her breasts. I was able to figure out what she meant by the nature of the question though I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I didn’t; guess it is just the will of the Divine.” She quietly sobbing and unable to move as her legs and feet still dangled to either side of mine unable to find a perch to unlock herself to me. The whimpers came again at the frustration of being unable to silence her moans of pleasure to my touch.

With a few minutes having passed from when I packed Jennifer full of baby making goodness... The feeling of gravity pressing her back into me was absolute divine pleasure. The feeling of her sweaty skin rubbing against mine, had me wanting to go again; So, I struggled to lift her up off me. There was a loud pop as my cock disengaged from her pussy, and she moaned from the loss. I smiled and looked down at her as I cradled her now. “Be happy, there is more to come.” She stared at me lost in thought for a moment then, “but my father! He will come looking for me if I don’t call him.”

That insane compulsion returned as I laid Jennifer across the my teacher’s desk. I grabbed her cell phone from her purse and turned it on. Warily she asked, “But aren’t supposed to use them on school grounds…” I laughed, “I am sure I can work something out with the Dean.” With a wink, she smiled brightly at me and realized what she said was silly. The phone was already dialing, and after the usual introduction.

“I am fine Daddy; And, I am at a new friend’s house and we are going to go see that new Gi-Joe movie.” Looking at Jennifer I had the distinct impression she was merely omitting certain facts, and asking me something at the same time. In response, I merely kneeled down and started eating her pussy. She, correctly, took that as an affirmative… after some more hanky-panky. “Thaaank yooouuu daaaddyyy!!!” She squealed in delight from my attention to her pussy, and no doubt, her father’s answer. I ran my tongue along her Labia and twirled her clit as I stroked my fingers in and out of her incredibly tight cunt. The folds of her Vagina were milking my fingers as I stretched it out again as I found her centers of pleasure. “Aaaiiieee… aaaeee… aaaiii… iiieee… aaahhh… iiihhh… eeehhh” franticly she panted and struggled to breathe through the waves of pleasure emitting from her once virgin teenage pussy in its frantic signals to her brain. Luckily she had ended the call with her father before she lost control of the noises she is making.

“ooooooooooo… teacher… teacher… teacher… just like that… ooohhh fuck me!!! Fuck yes…” I nipped her clit as I continued sawing in, and out, of Jennifer’s cunt. The delicious smell of her cum, intoxicating me, as I liked it up like a thirsty mutt. The sound of lips smacking, whimpers, grunts, and groans filled the classroom. I slowly stroked her labia with my tongue. I could tell she was near the edge again, as I drove her along the edge. “Oh please… let me cum… please let me cum!!!” Her hands were in a death grip with my hair as I let her drive my face into her spasming cunt. My other hand weaved around her torso and playing with her breast. Roughly I kneaded, and mauled, her breast while flicking her nipple with my thumb.

Arching her hips up into my mouth, Jennifer finally was allowed to have another massive soul shattering orgasm. I stood up and fitted myself into her before viciously spearing my blood engorged organ into her spasming vagina. “eeeiiihhhh…. Yeeesss… ooohhh fuck yes!!! Give me your baby” Now I had cum once already but hearing that just drove me immediately to the edge as I plowed into her incredibly tight cunt. I grabbed her shoulder from behind and lifted her legs to help her encircle me as I pile drove farther into her. “God… you feel… so damn… gooooood… take it…” Every eighth plunge I tickled her cervix as it spasmed from aftershocks. Pressing her lips against mine, she initiated a deep soulful kiss, welcoming my dominating mouth as the reptile within me overtook my senses and I pounded her roughly against the hard solid red wood teacher’s desk.

Looking into my eyes clearly, Jennifer spoke, “give… give me… your baby batter… knock this… horney little… little princess… up… you… you big stud……….. you dirty old man… plant… a bun… in… this oven.” Exploding wave of pleasure engulfed me as I released into her, and did just that. Her legs tightened around me and drove me into her farther to mash the mushroom head of my massive cock against her cervix. My cock shook back and forth spraying her womb with baby making seed. I collapsed against her bosom with both of us heaving our lungs for breath from exhaustion. Her hands gently stroking my back as she lazily kissed me again. Her legs rubbing against mine slowly with an absent mind, as she was still impaled on my massive cock. We basked in the afterglow of our second matting.

We both began to slowly put ourselves together. “Mom, and him, have to leave for the weekend to Atlanta… So could we take this to your place? I am sure your bed is more comfortable and I would really like to see that movie… If you want to see it too?” Jennifer asked tentatively with uncertainty and meekness. I moved up to start kissing her lips, “as you wish, mon cheri… but what if you are pregnant?” She smiled mischievously as she donned her uniform, and I my own cloths. “I am sure I will convince you that I am the best wife you could ever dream of” She said as started to help me dress and tie my tie for me. I smiled and kissed her; Something in the way she said it quelled any lingering doubts I may have had; Which, is a little crazy if you think about it… “You know what I want might differ from what your father wanted from your mother.” She smirked and hugged him with her head on his muscular chest. “Whatever will make you happy will make me happy.” Those words were more than enough to get that night rolling.

With dinner and a movie, we retired to my estate that really was too big for just one person. The next month, we were having dinner at my place with her parents. Naturally they were a little upset, “You dirty old pervert! How dare you even think of touching my daughter!” The man was built like a linebacker but I trained myself in martial arts and knew from experience that I could handle myself in a fight. Yet, I refused to even consider laying a hand against him because of… you got it, the consequences. So I let him push me out of the dinning room and into the kitchen… “I love your daughter, sir… and while that may be deviant, I only want what she wants… I am lucky that happens to be that she wants me.” The irony of this conversation was foremost in my mind as I struggled to hide my amusement at the whole scenario. I easily held it from the expression my face held though because what I said was the truth, even if how it all started was more about what I wanted. When you know what you are doing is right and true? Things become easier to do.

“Bullshit!!! I am going to ruin you and your career, little man… I am going to…”I interrupted just to help him understand me more clearly, “I doubt that you can do anything of the sort.” Naturally the man was livid with fury, “WWWHHHAAATTT!?!” His wife, and Jenn’s mother rushed to restrain him and looked pleadingly at me, “I feel you may misunderstand me…” When his breathing started to calm somewhat, “maybe you can get me fired. Maybe you can prevent me from ever teaching in any school… yet look around you, and please realize that I can provide for our family regardless of a teacher’s salary” Jenn was standing with me with her arms wrapped around me protectively. Her father had calmed himself enough to see what she was doing and I saw the light of some understanding shine in his eyes. After looking around a moment he obviously remembered the drive into this estate.

“You are pregnant” Jennifer’s mother stated as she stared at her daughter, and Jennifer immediately went defensive, “Yes, and that has nothing to do with this” She held up her diamond engagement ring, “We invited you here because I love you and I want you to be a part of Haniel, and my, family and life. I would love to have my father give me away at my wedding but that is your choice. I have already made my choice to forever be with Haniel as his wife.” She hugged me fiercely and with such raw passion in her face even her parents saw it despite their previous misconceptions. However, suddenly her father’s demeanor completely changed. He looked at me differently and I could see a new respect in his eyes.

“Princess, I am grateful that you are marrying him for love. I know you are more mature than any of your friends, yet that does matter to me. That your fiancé is moving this quickly because you are pregnant changes everything… If you were not, would you wait longer?” Jennifer opened her mouth to respond but felt silent and smirked a grudging acceptance. “Maybe, though the end result would be the same. Even if we waited till I was thirty, I would still love him for the rest of my life; And, I know he loves and trusts me absolutely, abundantly, and implicitly

Grabbing her father’s hands Jennifer held the hands to her tightly. “So, can we please have dinner and celebrate the Winter Solstice?” Of course, his answer was yes and we did. I have marveled for the past month how mature my fiancée is. She literally is somehow immune to the typical biological conditions that causes a teenager to behave like a teenager. This was the only reason I relented to the compulsion in me to ask her hand in marriage. As her father said, otherwise I probably would wait… a few years and just be what she needed me to be without the ceremony and commitment on her part. I already knew my commitment was chosen a month ago.

While we ate the dinner the two of us had prepared, and she is a fantastic cook. “I wish to assure you that I will make sure Jenn goes to whatever college she wishes and that I will be there as a father… and as a husband.” Then more irony abounded as her father smiled ruefully at me, “I know son, like I said, I think I understand better than you might think. What you have known of for a month we have watched grow for sixteen years and my princess’s unspoken threat that we were choosing on merely whether to be a part of your life together struck rather close to home… like I think she knew it would.” He glared at her daughter sitting next to me and she shrunk into me for protection slightly; Which, caused everyone to giggle and chuckle. I kissed her like a husband kisses a wife. “My wife and I might literally do anything so that we can be a part of our daughter’s life for more than the immediate future.” I heard her father speak as Jennifer and I gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. I wondered to what Goddess or God I owed my life to for this strange twist of fate. And, for teaching my love how to make fantastic Wassail.

Of course not, but might be a bit before I work on ‘continuing’ this. Have other things to write and get ahead on. As always, I hope you enjoyed the show! Thank you for your time, and energy!

WONDER WOMAN: Versus The Dairy Farmer

AUTHOR'S.NOTE: "Story idea adopted, and inspired, from Black7 and from other interracial stories."

The smell of burning pine was thick in the air this summer morning, from the fireplaces last night. Rain had fallen the previous night and the smell of more rain seemed on the horizon. Batgirl had practically moved in with them when they moved near to Silverdale, Wa. Ben had gotten them property on the Indian Reservation nearby. Batman had objected to his charge leaving his city but Batgirl was completely enamored with Ben’s cock. Or rather, she was enamored with being impaled on Ben’s cock, and Wonder Woman grudgingly accepted the situation as she enjoyed having sex with her best friend too. This time Wonder Woman had sworn to her husband that she would stay far away from the Green Goblin and his monstrous banana cock.

Wonder Woman watched as Batgirl lurched along the side of the pool with Ben pile driving into her poor abused pussy again. Diana had paid attention and conveniently forgot to remind her best friend that she was fertile this morning. Naturally Ben took every opportunity to mate with the sexy British slut but today it seemed like he knew he was impregnating her. Diana felt that Barbara would actually like having a child being brought up in this particular family; Where, she was still free to explore her other interests and not have to raise a baby on her own.

“aaaiiieee… aaauuu…. Aaaiii… aaaeeeiii…. Aaahhh… aauuuhhh.” Barbara chanted as Ben repeatedly drove his massive black cock up her horney twat in the pool. She held a death grip on the side of the pool with white knuckles as the horney teenager was oblivious to what was really happening. Diana smiled mischievously as she cradled her own newborn. ‘This will slow the sexy little tart down some’ Diana thought ruthful to herself. She thought of maybe getting a job at the local kindergarten as she took classes and got a degree in say English to teach and follow her children through school… though that might be hard with Ben continuously knocking her up.

“You like this don’t ya…. Getting fucked senseless… by your best friend’s husband… while she watches…” Ben grunted into Batgirl’s teenage ear. The smell of sex had overridden the smell of the pool. The splashing of water thick in the air as they fucked like kangaroo in heat. “Ooohhh…. Fuck… fuck yes!!! Never… never stop… keep… fucking me…” Having submitted her virginity to him the previous week, she had remained here despite her boisterous claims to Diana’s taunts a year ago. Somehow he saw through all that and now he was slowly driving his cock in and out of her fucked raw cunt. Frantic, and disconcerting, signals of pleasure were being emanated from her pussy and driving her inner reptile to new heights. “aaaiiieee……….. aaaeee……….. iiieee……….. uuuhhh” she grunted in time with his thrusts impaling her on his huge blood engorged cock, as she had another orgasm from her pile driving her into submission of his ownership of her. “God… I feel sooo full… sooo good…”

Now she was emancipated from her former guardian to prevent him from interfering. She was a big girl now who took down carrier criminals and didn’t need some stuffy old man second guessing her. Bruce had warned Barbara that Diana was an independent successful woman too; But, Barbara had closed her ears off at that point. After she was finished packing, she boarded Gotham Airlines to Sea-Tac to visit her friend and leave her husband with blue balls. Bruce tried coming here once but the open life style offended him too much and so he left.

“uuuhhh……….. aaahhh……….. eeehhh……….. uuuhhh……….. uuuhhh……….. uuuhhh……….. uuuhhh……….. eeehhh……….. aaahhh……….. uuuhhh……….. uuuhhh………..” The chanting continued though muffled from the thick glass wall panel separating Diana from the heated outside pool. She had worked hard to regain her shape again and was proud of the results. After delivery of her fourth child she had settled into a regime and the natural energy expenditure needed to care for a baby and three toddlers. Again, there were was barely even a hint of stretch marks, as her belly snapped back to its silky smooth flat firmness that drove Ben insane with lust. Pile driven through another orgasm, Barbara could feel Ben’s orgasm approaching and she tried to reciprocate the pleasure he was giving her by intentionally milking his cock with her tight BatTwat. “Ooohhh fuck yes!!! you… you little whore… who taught you…. who taught… you how?” He growled and grunted into her ear as he fucked her brains out.

Mother had told her afterwards that was how Amazon women were and that they naturally regained their former shape after having given birth. Some sort of gift from the gods, mother had said one night while caring for her grandchildren that quickly earned her unconditional and absolute love. One of the triplets was male and Hippolyta {Queen of the Amazons} had become a regular fixture at their new estate. Ben had purposefully moved here so that Hippolyta would be coming back to “Mount Olympus” on the “Olympic Peninsula”. He also had been steadily earning Hippolyta’s sexual interest despite Olympic reluctance and resistance. That was one thing Diana put her foot down on though and told him under no uncertain terms that he was to leave her mother alone! “By HERA!!! Men are such pigs!” She exclaimed; As, Barbara was getting packed full with baby batter from her husband who daydreamed of doing the same thing to his wife’s mother. Barbara could care less what was happening though as the saucy little teenage tart was fucked senseless; And, knocked up by a dirty old man.

Grateful, Diana was that the Green Goblin had only given her a daughter and that her first male heir was from Ben. Amazingly, she loved the pig more each day, even as she hated his guts. Along with her stomach, her breasts regained their perky firmness as well, much to the same effect from her husband. Though it took longer to weaned her man off her mother’s milk than it was to wean her babies. Now that their new baby was taking formula Ben finally agreed to let her go out and do her job again. Only because the Queen had finagled Hera into eliminating any suggestions in her daughter’s mind and make her immune to further mental manipulation. The last part required something mother still won’t talk about but she seemed happy and so the Princess was happy.

The Justice League Alliance {J.L.A.} evidently felt the need to baby her come back tour because as soon as that was decided Linda Danvers {a.k.a. Supergirl} asked Diana if she would mind being the chaperon {bus monitor/tour guide} for her cheerleader group. Superman was on a J.L.A. assignment deep in space, and apparently being a cheerleader was a big deal. Barbara thought she might have to postpone being a cheerleader for a few months… about nine. As she whimpered and moaned from feeling Ben deposit his seed directly in her womb. The intense pain was superseded by the even greater pleasure his cock caused her pussy to feel.

This new saucy little teenaged tart actually had the audacity to mention Diana still being on maternity leave as being a reason to ask her. Diana had coached the cheerleaders at Gotham in the past to help Batgirl, and the princess enjoyed working with the young teenage girls and providing a good role-model. Money was tight in the school with the economy in the first major depression in fifty years. So, the money the cheerleading team could generate from participating in the calendar promotion was very attractive to the school’s principal. It was for a large diary that supported the school board with nutritious meals. Linda had mentioned her misgivings over the political move but if that is what it took to keep the school’s extracurricular activities going, then she was grudgingly for it. Diana agreed to the request, and thought it should be different than the past few months of taking care of babies. Linda introduced Diana to School’s Principal Dan, another overweight man, with balding greasy hair, and a sweaty grip who spent most of the time starring at her milk bags. She could almost feel him trying to milk her in his dreams and it made her stomach revolt with sickness.

Walking through the schoolyard, and into the chartered Greyhound bus that the farm had paid for, Diana gave her luggage to the assistants. Standing while milling about, eleven cheerleaders gravitated around Mrs Diana Sparks Prince, “Well Met ladies, I am Mrs. Diana Sparks Prince; And, as you know your coach can’t make it. So I am taking his place for the camping trip this month. Is everyone here?” Buffy [The Bitch], the co-head cheerleader with Linda spoke up, “Ah Mrs. Prince,” Diana turned towards the girl, “Starr isn’t coming, she wasn’t feeling good this morning, throwing up and stuff” the blonde responded. “Thanks well, we will just go with an eleven girl squad then” she missed Buffy’s snide comment muttered under her breath to a girlfriend, “yeah she won’t be on the squad next year, I bet it’s morning sickness, I saw her riding Johnny’s cock after practice for weeks now.” She treated everyone badly and sucked up to the Cheerleading coach’s cock which was the only reason he put her as co-head cheerleader with Linda. Linda had all the duties and responsibilities. All of this had even earned Linda her own cult following headed by a beautiful petite Asian girl named Constantine. Buffy also had the biggest breasts in the squad with C-Cups. Linda only had B-Cups and Buffy took every opportunity to haze Linda about them. It really pissed her off when the first string quarterback Kevin messed with her mind by making ‘Mooooooiing’ sounds when she could hear it. Plus the fact that he dated That he dated Linda Danvers drove her crazy.

Buffy watched Diana as she stepped up into the bus causing her boobies to jiggle and show she clearly didn’t even need to wear a bra to support her supple, pert, and firm C-Cup Breasts. A flash of cream colored skin and a hint of dark brown areole showed through her open blouse neckline as she twisted to get her small backpack on with her. “I don’t think she’s even wearing a bra, I bet she’s a whore slut like Linda Danver” Buffy snipped quietly to her little group of bullies. “I heard she got knocked up by the Green Goblin making her kid a bastard.” A bully sitting behind her commented with a whisper. “See? I told you she’s a whore slut”

Constantine rolled her eyes at Buffy, already bored with the stupid card game, Buffy was no longer interested and started to look at pictures of hunks in the tabloids the girls had brought with them. A green mustang convertible full of four college boys and a girl with its top down pulled alongside the bus making whistling noses to the cheerleaders. They started waving to her ‘this could be fun’ she thought. She sat on the seat and blew them a kiss, her chest bouncing along clearly visible to the boys. One of them stood up in the back of the car and lifted his t-shirt showing off his bronzed, hairless belly; And, it was clear they wanted her to ‘show us your boobies!!!’ of course she wondered what else they would want, but she raised herself up on her knees on the bench seat and flashed her silky black lace water bra that made her tits look bigger to the boys.

She sat down giggling. The boys obviously exhibited the desired excitement of seeing her teenage bosom. They sloughed off their t-shirts ‘Now your turn’ was the intent. So she unsnapped her bra and hooked her thumbs up raising her blouse and bra off. They had the supple fleshiness, pertness, and firmness of a teenager; And, she was magnificently beautiful. The boys reached over the girl driver and started honking their horns in appreciation as she pressed her milk jugs up against the window smashing her dark brown areoles and nipples against the melted sand.

The destination was a couple hours of travel for the bus down the interstate freeway. The girls read, listened to music, and played cards as they do on usual school trips. Diana had been dozing, but her mind had been deep in a dream reliving having hot passionate sex with Barbara and Ben, when the honking horn woke the princess up. Nothing was in front of the bus, and all the girls were looking out the windows at the passing lane. Diana stood up and strode over behind Buffy quietly. The focus of the boy’s attention was obvious, as did the focus of the cheerleaders all huddled on the port side of the bus. Buffy’s bobbling boobies clearly displayed for animalistic gratification. “Miss Buffy Alaine Romerez!!! What are you doing?!!!” Diana declared with a resonating voice and face aflame with fury. Buffy tried to get her shirt down and herself onto her seat. Her thumbs entangled in the underwire, she eventually got her bra, and white silk blouse down over her magnificently beautiful supple endowment of womanhood.

She had clearly been busted, “I expected a bit more decorum from a co-head cheerleader, What kind of example is that lewd display?” With Buffy’s mouth open she thought better of answering the obviously rhetorical question. Some of the cheerleaders were clearly bemused by Diana’s literally busting Buffy, “I think I might recommend to coach and the Principal that they award Linda as ‘Head’ Cheerleader instead.” Walking back slowly to the front of the bus, Buffy stared at Diana’s ass as if she was punching daggers into her back. ‘That bitch can’t talk to me like that! Doesn’t she know who I am?’ Buffy was furious as she stewed in her seat, ‘I’ll teach that bitch a lesson if she even tries something like that’.

The buss passed the sign for Cutter’s Creek and shortly their exit off the interstate. They arrived in a sprawling industrial ranch with a huge sign. ‘Welcome to the Milk Man’s Dairy Farm’ it proclaimed over a huge Texas style Ranch sign. The sign had a lovely cartoonish, maybe teenaged, and young skimpily dressed woman standing bent over in front of a muscular dirty old man dressed in a Bull type costume. The man’s hips were clearly being slammed into the teenaged vixen, dressed in half of a suit looking like a cow with udders from behind, and over a wooden rail the lovely young woman had her hand over her mouth forming a ‘O’ with a surprised expression. Diana had flash backs of her seduction at the Sisters of Salvation Hospital by Ben, her now husband. The cheerleaders were oblivious to the sign as they filed out of the bus after they pulled up next to the office. An enthusiastic young man dressed in a smooth Armani suit quickly hoped out to greet them with a bright warm smile.

“Merry Meet!!! I am Bill the public relations director for the ranch.” Diana introduced herself and the girls, “I noticed that you are on girl short?” He asked hesitantly “Yes, that is correct; she got sick just before we left unfortunately.” The young man beamed a smiled as he eyed up Diana, “Well we really absolutely need twelve, you know one for each month” Diana’s smooth black silk skirt hugged her trim unbelievably sexy and firm hips and ass and held the bottom of her silk white blouse that he could almost see her brown areole nipples through. Her supple, pert, and firm boobies clearly suggested by blouse hugging her chest. “How about you, as their coach step up to the plate?” He asked and the girls were already cheering as he soothingly cupped and rubbed her ass cheek soothingly. “Sure, Mrs Prince! Join us!” The girls exclaimed as Diana paused hesitating from correcting the young man’s liberties in front of everyone. His hand actually did feel really really good, as if he was more experienced than he had any right to be. Submitting to his demands she sighed slightly, “Oh all right, I’ll join you”

“Awesome!!!” The girls cheered on as they began moving, “Great! Right this way and we will get you some lunch, as I am sure you all are starving. “Then we will size you up for your costumes right after that and call it a day.” Opening the door to the kafeteria the young teen womanizing boy continued, “Tomorrow we will start the photo shoots. First we will do the squad shot, then everyone will cycle through the twelve month shoots, and we will take the best from each month for the calendar. That should take a couple days. In the mean time you’ll be staying at our guest dormitory where we have the summer students work, but we will get that sorted out after the fitting, this way to the kafeteria.” He watched them march right on into the building slapping Diana’s sexy ass as she walked in last. “Young man!” The girls giggled infectiously.

The owner watched them mill into the kafeteria, from the second story office window, “Is that the new cow herd?” She asked, “Yes! Sir!” came one of the handlers reply “Everything is ready in the kafeteria, for them” time was short as she had a business to expand. Ever since Dr. Evil had approached her with the formula she could tap into and turn an average female into a milk-producing cow she had literally seen the numbers in her bank account in Barbados skyrocket astronomically. Once she went public with her method she would have every grocery store in the world demanding her product as the only producer of human milk from actual human women. Yet, for now, she hid the product under the line of a “specialty” milk; And, she couldn’t make enough of it to fill demand as it was.

A subordinate with a small mind had tried the drug out in Cutters Creek and she was amazed by the effect it had on the female mind. The grunt was also amazed at how effective it was to easily administer orally. With an appropriate steroid she was able to triple her milk supply. Unfortunately it had the normal side effect of diminishing returns and a cow was only mentally viable for a month or two before their mental faculties returned. The grunt in Cutters Creek found that out the hard way when he successfully tried to tame her for a time and was able to manage to knock her up twice. The first time was for obvious reasons of her being as dumb as a rock. The second time was because she let her empathy for the man, cloud her judgment. She left the simple man and set up this farm with support from Dr. Evil as she raised her children. Realization of her mistake in trusting the horribly rotten man came when she found him trying to forcefully steal her milk farm from her. He actually tried to rob her blind and leave her with nothing but her bra and panties. The slimy snake that he was became clear to her and she ended him. She had no idea what happened to Cutter’s Creek after that but she didn’t really care.

One of the side effects that was beneficial was that it made them fertile while lactating and put them in a highly suggestive state. The latter helped the owner expand her business without government interference. She didn’t even pay taxes. “The cook has applied the supplemental vitamins into the food, and the costumes have been dusted down with steroids.” She smiled, “Good, I can go play host now.” Eager to meet the new cow herd to the ranch, she left her office.

“Merry Meet!!! Welcome to our ranch!” The stunningly beautiful aristocratic young woman burst into the Kafeteria. “Help yourself to whatever you like, you will find we have a wonderful assortment of fresh food here for our staff, you’ll have to excuse the slight over emphasis on milk products but whether its milk shakes or cheese burgers it all comes from local production. I hope you enjoy your stay with us.” She went on as she approached Diana. “After lunch, I believe your host will be taking you to get fitted for our Calendar “You all are lovely looking young ladies” She flattered them, “and we have the best Calendar in the whole nation, from what my staff and sources tell me. I am sure with such talent we will soon be best in the world!!! Thank you again, for joining us and accepting our invitation” with that she started talking with Diana privately as they both ate lunch. Although a tough crowd to sell too, the girls found themselves submitting to temptation and gorging on the milkshakes, yogurt, and cheese as sweet ambrosia. Even Diana found the strawberry shakes to be fantastic. The episode with the young man completely forgotten as she luxuriated in the wonderful food.

Sated and looking forward to supper Constantine, and the girls, marched over to a place down the first entrance hall labeled ‘tack room,’ Inside on the walls were the Calendars from past years and some of the photos were blown up to poster size. They were obviously tastefully erotic, and showed off the female form to its absolutely best advantage. The girls looked on taking in the calendars, almost Norman Rockwell in style, and retro in fashion, but certainly extremely appealing for men and for the girls who want to strut their stuff . A young teenage female staff member came in from the backdoor. “Hi!!! I am Maggy, and I’ll help you get your new costumes sorted out” she was slightly older than the cheerleaders and obviously a college freshmen. Maggy had a healthy glow, well tanned skin and a slight bulge in her belly that was marginally concealed by her farmer bib overall jeans and white t-shirt uniform. “Okay girls we have change rooms over on this side she pointed to the doors, I’ve based your sizes on what the coach sent me in advance. Mrs. Prince I’ll have to fit you separately” she added innocently “Now Bill if you’ll just git so we girls can get started with measuring” she playfully patted the young stud out the door erotically, and closed the door behind him.

“Okay girls, this year we’re going to blend the cheerleaders outfit with that of our dairy cow model…” Maggy showcased a poster as an example, “As you can see it may be rather provocative.” Smacking her gum and twirling her red pigtails she looked at the poster with the girls. It had a short cheerleader skirt, leggings, and a swishing tail with monocolor cow spots on everything. Holding out the custom from some hidden archive, she pointed out an example. At chest level it had the skin tone color of human breasts but the shape suggested cow udders tastefully, complete with teats matching the girls own individuality.

Buffy stood out reluctant, “I’ve tried to have ment not moo at me and here I’m dressing like a cow” she wasn’t sure she wanted to wear this rig, “Ooohhh sister think of it his way, you can taunt them all you want in this get up and it’s perfectly acceptable… I think you’ll look fabulous with this on, it enhances your figure… I just wish I could join you!!!” Maggy said unconsciously selling the rig to the reluctant teenager. Slowly rubbing her belly she blew a bubble out of her gum innocently while she twirled her hair some more. Picking up her suit, Buffy headed for the change room.

Diana walked over, after Maggy motioned for her to come over to the counter, where she had the tape measure in hand. “Mizz Prince---“ Diana corrected her with a rather annoyed expression, “Mrs. I am married thank you.” Maggy looked innocently shocked but smiled, “Oh! Right! Sorry there now… MRS! Prince if you could please slip off your clothes so I can take exact measurements that would be greeeaaattt” all the change rooms were occupied so Diana grudgingly complied as there was just girls there. She hung her jacket up and unbuttoned her blouse, hanging it on the chair back. Her breasts were magnificently beautiful!!! They were beautifully supple, pert, and firm as any teenager would dream of even before having four kids. Diana knew she was the center of attention with all the girls staring at her perfect boobies and her dark chocolate brown areoles and pink nipples. Buffy was purposefully ignoring Diana and all the attention she was stealing from Buffy. ‘Damn bitch!!!’

Diana just stood there as Maggy measured her accurately and precisely, her shaved pussy also on display was the cause of numerous whispered conversations among the girls. Growing up on the Island of Paradise, Diana celebrated her body and was perfectly comfortable being nude in the center of Manhattan. That might cause a natural disaster though, so she made the choice to where cloths instead. Standing there impatiently while Maggy finished her measurements details who subsequently left her there and disappeared into the back room. Coming out she had a bunch more costumes for the rest of the girls. Another trip brought the rest of the squad’s rigs. After a few trial fits for Diana, Buffy came out with her skin tight costume first. In fact it, hugged her body so tightly that her bra and panties were clearly visible.

“Ooohhh!!!” Maggy smacked her gum some more, “I forgot to mention to take off your underroos.” Buffy grumbled, “Now you tell me” and went back into the change room with a uff and a tizzie. Diana asked, “What’s the powder for?” There was white powder especially in the breast cups. “Oh that’s just talcum powder dear, it’s to help fit it on all snug and tight like. It makes it easier to slip into” Maggy replied. The material was sure stretchy, and Diana had the top snuggly on like Maggy said, easily. The princess’s breasts seemed to melt perfectly into the udder area of the costume. The fake teats looked beautifully real. ‘This feels actually comfortable unlike the bras I have tried on’ Soon, all the girls were modeling themselves before the full length mirror, the princess included.

Constantine, had the smallest breasts in the group with just A-Cups; And, that was a fact she was acutely aware of on a routine basis. However, this costume seemed to accentuate her pointed perky breasts perfectly, and she was fully satisfied by how the single udder melted her outward-bound breasts and enhances them without showing how small they were. Diana took the teenager under her wing and gave her subtle encouragements to help her feel better about her own magnificently beautiful body… including her beautiful boobies.

They started walking and left the office building and crossed the ranch’s main dirt courtyard to the barns proper. Bill talked pointing where certain shoots would take place, where the facilities were, etc. They entered an empty barn, “this is where the cows come in to be milked,” Knowing he had a bunch of city kids in tow he asked, “have any of you actually lived on a farm or seen a cow be milked?” Only Linda and Diana had their hands raised, causing a wave of infectious giggling to wash over the squad. “How does it work you asked Constantine?” She blushed that he knew her name, though she had just asked to move on past the giggling at her best friend. “It’s easier to demonstrate; And, could one of you be so kind as to volunteer to be the stand in ‘cow’, so I can demonstrate what happens?” An evil idea flashed across Buffy’s air headed mind, “Mrs. Prince! Could you demonstrate so all us city kids can see?” she was going to nominate Linda but thought it better to tackle one problem at a time.

“Oookkkaaayyy…” Diana replied slowly, not entirely sure about this but feeling obliged to do it. Stepping in, following Bill’s commands, she noticed that it was a freshly cleaned stall. Being coaxed down on her hands and knees, she had a bad feeling where this was headed as her magnificently beautiful udders hung down swinging naturally like the awesome milk bags they were. “Now often the cows” Pausing to find the right words, he continued, “find milking stimulating so they have to be restrained, can’t have a hundred pounds of bovine bumping around” the sound of the shackles clicking around her calfs and arms gave her a start. “Now for milking” picking up the multiple suction cup rubber rig, “each of these suction cups fits over a teat” before she could say anything, he fitted the cups to each of her actual teats. The rubber cup pressed tightly around each of her real nipples that were expertly cradled by the skin tight costume. “Ooooooooooohhh” the moan was barely audible as he finished explaining, and motioning towards the controls, “This sets the suction and this starts the rig, normally this isx all automatic from the control room once all the cows are in, but today they are adjusting things in each bay… we take real good care of our cows here” A twitter on his cell phone interrupted him, and he pulled it from his belt, “Excuse me ladies” wandering off the squad was left alone, so he could find a better reception.

The suction cup was the center of Diana’s world at the moment as it was hitched to her nipple. Looking over her shoulder, Buffy whispered conspiratorial to a sister thug, “watch this” and she hit the suction button on the machine. Diana felt the cup tighten and relax on her nipples immediately, “uuuggghhh” she gasped a startled deep breath intake. Two of the sister thugs were restraining Linda and Constantine as the machine was cycling now pumping her mammaries trying to coax milk from them. The feeling was a recently familiar crutch for Diana who hadn’t felt this since Ben had last suckled on her tits. ‘Oh god this feels good’ though it caused her considerable pain, the pressure accumulated on her nipples demanding she release milk. The sensation reached down the core of her being as if a thread reached from her toes to her nipples and was being pulled and yanked on by the machine. “Oooohhhh fuck yes……….. please… Please stop……….. STOP IT!!!” The call went out but no one was answering as Linda and Constantine struggled in the submission holds the sister thugs had them in and the rest of the girls just watched in fascination. Linda was torn between saving her friend this pain and humiliation with her super powers and keeping her cover. The boobies were being pumped, as they sloshed up, down, and side to side for milk but none was coming. Not only cows found this stimulating, and Diana could feel her moist slit starting to heat up and juices were drenching her staining her skin tight suit.

Bill came around the corner and Buffy covertly flipped the machine off. Reaching down to unhook the milking rig, he notice Diana’s nipples were well stimulated. Quiet impressed, he was silently, as his reptile grabbed her boobies for a quick feel and squeeze. Rolling her tit flesh around in his hand, he tweaked her nipple spurring, “uuuuuuuuuuuhhh” a low moan as he did it. Unclipping her, she got up, her eyes out of focus, and her nipples were clearly distinguished from the fake udders for once as the ripe worked over buds were as hard as diamonds. “Okay, girls that will be all for today, our next meet is after breakfast tomorrow for the squad suit so be in your costumes before you eat… I’ll walk you back.” His hand was kneading, and mauling Diana’s ass roughly without complaint as her face turned beat red as she submitted to this embarrassment due to the Green Goblin’s commands. Still dazed from feeling the effects of that milking machine on her sensitive boobies, she missed one of the sister thugs say, “I think she really liked that sucking machine, did you see those pokies she had on, and I think the good old Billy there copped a good feel” Buffy snorted, “I told you she was a whore slut” Billy was pulling her off to the dormitory for some fun with his hand slipping down her leggings and kneading, and mauling, her bare ass so roughly that there would surely be bruises in the morning.

The dorm rooms were an odd fit into the Dairy Farm motif. The rooms were more like stalls in a barn, but each girls name was in a lot on the paneled fence door. Bill spun Diana around bent her over a bale of hay as this young teenage boy fucked his massive cock up her tight cunt. “aaaiiieee……….. aaaeee……….. aaaaaaaaaaahhh……….. nnnooo!!! Please stop!!! ……….. uuuhhh……….. uuuhhh……….. uuuhhh………..” The princess whined and whimpered like a real cow as he pumped her wonderful cunt full of his blood engorged man organ. Dismissing her yelling, as a delayed effect of the hormone cocktail they were pumping into the squad, he continued pillaging and plundering her tight vice like pussy. “By Hera!!! ……….. not this……….. again……….. please stop!!!”

Bill grinned as he stretched the Princess’s tight pussy obscenely with his cock. “You know… you want this… you bitch… take it…” He muttered getting into this roleplay, slamming his cock into Diana still dressed in his expensive Armani suit. Loosening his tie off he wrapped it around and through her mouth like a bridle as he rode her for all she was worth. “’ease……….. Ieee annn……….. ayyyarrieee… aaannn……….. aaassseee ccciiilrrrennnn……….. ‘ease……….. aaaiiieee……….. eee… eee… eee…” came her screams of orgasmic pleasure muffled by the Bridle tie he was gagging her with. Disbelieving was to put what he thought mildly, “What??? No cunt… this tight… had children… and… your… husband… should keep… you… in the kitchen… or… on his… cock…” the sensation of her vagina walls milking his cock for his seed was causing his balls to tingle; But, he wanted this bitch to cum one more time.

Shaking uncontrollably Diana was spread eagle with her feet planted and her hand on the back wall of her breeding stall. She moaned in time with Bill’s thrusts as she whimpered from the pain and humiliation of having this teenager fuck her up so thoroughly. Flash backs to her conversation with Barbara came to mind when she told Diana that every man wanted to fuck her and ride her hard. Naively she had thought that her best friend was just jaded from dealing with criminals too much. Now she knew the truth, that all men had a criminal in them as the teenager raped, plundered, and pillaged her body. Frantic signals of pleasure from her pussy, overwhelming her again, as she climaxed again. The teenage boy stuffed her full of his massive organ stretching her cunt completely. She was just grateful the girls were out eating supper and missing this humiliating experience as she reluctantly submitted to this teenage boy’s domination of her.

“Fuck yes!!! Bitch… you gotta… come by… and show… me the little… rugrat I am fucking… into… you!!!” Bill exclaimed he pile drove his hips into her ass. Stretching the Princess’s pussy until she felt the dreaded familiar excruciating pain of him popping past her cervix and the magnificently beautiful soul bending earth-shattering pleasure of him directly filling her womb packed with baby batter. After packing her full of several more spurts of baby batter he pushed her onto the bale of hay, his cock popping out with a resounding echo. “bitch, if you ever need a real man to knock you up again, look me up… I will love to seed that beautiful ass of yours again.” Crying and curling up into a fetal position she ignored him as his cum poured out of her cunt still yawning in absence of his massive cock. What made matters worse was that she just stood there and took it… ‘Damn it Hera!?! Why?’ she thought Hera erased those dreaded commands but now she found herself still bound by them. Slowly she fell asleep on the bale of hay crying herself into the oblivion of sleep.

Supper was a bountiful spread, which was laced with estrogen and prolactin to help loosen up the girls. Constantine and Linda walked by a sleeping Diana and decided to go down and get some food for her. In the middle of the night she was ravenous and devoured it before falling back to sleep. When Diana woke up she felt different and could not remember last night at all. Her breasts which felt particularly heavy, and the girls felt the same thing though it was unlike anything they had felt before. Nipples were hard, rigid, and a bit longer than normal. However the pressure of the morning soon took over as she remembered the last command as she walked out of the barn with that dreaded Bill…. Doing what?... Diana had felt this way before but her mental faculties were a little slow. Entering the showers showed the girls were all there wither her in the communal shower and some were massaging their mammaries. Everyone seemed more preoccupied with themselves to notice the trend though as they all donned their cowleader costumes and went to head a bountiful breakfast fit to feed a platoon of champions. There was some relief as the cowleader costumes udder area seemed to support their boobies more. After breakfast they were off to their individual assignments for the start of the calendar shoot.

Inside the small barn, Diana was dropped off at a milking stall. Outside was a camera setup on a tripod and a bank of bright lights. A young man in a bib overalls stood waiting. “Well Met! I am Tom. Mrs. Prince, your shoot this morning is really easy we’re just looking for some posing shots in the stall amongst the hay.” The word ‘hay’ caused her to stiffen for some reason at first but soon warmed to the role of model as he massaged her ass gently coaxing her like a farm hand would a cow. He was an easy going farm hand and she wanted to please him, even if she was not sure why, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. The cobwebs in her brain were thick now as there seemed to be something off but…

The first pose was on all four hoofs looking at him. The magnificently beautiful cow udders hung down invitingly, ‘sooomeeethiiing iiis nooot riiight heeereee’ she thought slowly. “Here” he fed her a bit to bite on, “look like your chewing on that…. Yes… just like that…. Perfect.” He passed her some straw which she took into her mouth. “Oooh that is beautiful!!! You make a sweet cow Mrs. Prince.” He said as he was clicking away with a handheld thirty five millimeter, and she blushed at the compliment and smiled as a warm feeling was generated in her pussy for some reason. “Okay now lets have you prop yourself up on one elbow… that’s good… now lift a leg… perfect! Little more to the left… yeah… that’s it…” The short cheerleader skirt fell open exposing her inner thigh “perfect!” the sound of the camera clicking filling the room, “Okay… can you open your legs just a bit? That’s it! Beautiful!!!” she reached down to smooth her skirt, he chided her “NO! keep it, it’s perfect” the skirt fell away to expose the skin tight suit forming a camel toe around her pussy lips, the camera clicked away madly. Near lunchtime they finished and he thanked her for the wonderful shoot. Feeling pleased with herself from the compliment she headed for lunch.

The afternoon’s shoot was entirely different. Diana once more followed a hand into the stall, inside was a milking apparatus plus the same setup of cameras and lights. “Mrs Prince, this afternoon were going to do the shoot like we are milking you.” After her previous experience she balked and was about to say ‘no’ but his reassurance calmed her down for some reason as he massaged her ass gently. Getting down on all fours, her breasts felt really heavy now as they hung down next to the fake cow udders. He place the suction cups over her milk bags, “there we’re ready to start shooting… Okay give me a look over your should like you want it… yeah, that’s it.” She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted, as they continued the shoot from different angles. “I forgot! To add the bit to your mouth… open wide” he fed her the leather bit into her mouth, “beautiful, you are a natural at this!!!

“Okay… I am going to turn on the machine to capture the effect of the milk coming out of the hoses,” The photographer added, and his words got caught in the cobwebs as Wonder Woman stared dumbly at him. The large, saucer sized suction cups came to life with a loud suction sound. They rose up and sucked the princess’s milk bags inwards. It made the noise of a vacuum cleaner plugged with a balloon. Diana emitted a deep resonating groan, as she bit down on the leather bit, as the pressure built in her breasts. The need to resist the suction cup was strong, as if something was deeply wrong; But, the rising tide made it a losing battle, as she surrendered almost willingly. The suction cups were attached to long shafts that began to pump and oscillate in, and out, causing her breasts to slosh and ripple from side to side under her. The milk rig whined with increasing power as she finally submitted to the demands from the milking rig.

A deep resonating guttural moan escaped from her mouth muffled by the leather bit, but still softly echoing off the barn walls. The need to resist quickly dissipating as the milking rig relaxed almost as if in relief. With a massive release of intense pressure, the United State’s of America’s finest pair of breasts erupted with a geyser of Amazon milk; And, the initial spray coated the cups. The clear rubber tubes running from the cups began flowing with milk. Overwhelming pleasure engulfed her addled brain from the climactic experience; And, like an animal she bucked an swayed in the stall, as the milking rig pulled at her soul through her tits.

The smell of sex juices permeated the stall, and stained her cowleader suit again. The machine continued to chug and suck the milk with its power increasingly drawing more milk from her milk bags. After five minutes the gusher of milk eased to a thin stream; And, the suction cups whined as more power was applied trying to suck the last drops of hind milk from her semi-deflated breasts. Then, the tubes made a slurping sound similar to a kid sucking the last drop from a chocolate milkshake. “That was magnificently beautiful!!!” The photographer exclaimed as the last of her hind milk was wrung from her completely deflated breasts. “Got it all right here, you were beautiful… a real natural.” Unclipping the sucking cups, he removed the bit from her mouth. He helped her up; And she was wobbly on her feet as he helped her move outside of the barn. Nipples distended, and her breasts sagged down, for once, completely sucked dry of milk. With unfocused eyes she grabbed the glass of milk offered her, “Here! You are probably really thirsty.” She chugged the tall glass of milk down in three gulps. Then, he held her arm on her wobbly feet as they headed back to the Dormitory so she could rest before supper.

The cheerleading squad was all congregating, like a herd of cattle, around a big table at supper discussing their day of photo shoots. Buffy was in the middle of explaining her breeding scene as Constantine, Diana, and Linda sat down after their mid afternoon nap. The scene occurred in the open air in a fenced off area out of view of the herd pen. “Pete the farm hand helping me get tied to a wooden frame, complete with wooden shackles” After a round of giggling, from the idea of Buffy all tied and being bred, died down she continued “I was bent over at the waist, with my leggings down around my knees, and my feet spread exposing my nether regions for all to see” of course, she left out the part of her whimpering from the humiliation and not knowing what was coming, “I was wondering who was going to do the honors but I didn’t have to wait long for the photographer came out with Bill, from the smaller barn, decked in his a bull costume, and man was he buff… he must be a quarterback in school” she added in a conspiratorial whisper now that Linda joined them, though Linda rolled her eyes at the lame dig “At the time my eyes gravitated to the massive cock between his legs, as thick as my wrist and with veins engorged with blood, and I wondered how on Earth he would fit that in me” Diana stiffened at the mention of Bill couldn’t remember why, “Anyway, he was already has hard as granite when he came up behind me. I guess the sight and smell of me all tied up and bound for him to breed was too much for him, as his balls were huge and kinda bluish as the breeding pen was filled with sounds of the camera clicking away at his cock naturally pointed right at where you know what.”

The breeding scene was an absolutely magnificent shoot for Buffy; And, what she didn’t say was that it continued from there, although most of the girls read between the lines immediately. In fact after half a dozen thrusts, Bill rose his hips and then drove his cock down impaling the former co-head cheerleader on his massive organ. Pain from her cervix giving a little to the mushroom head of his massive cock was evident in more whimpers mixed in with groans of pleasure. The feeling of warmth radiated from her womb as he directly deposited his baby batter into her Garden of Eden. The thick ropey sailors were pumped into deep into her womb. Inhaling deeply from the shock and pain of being impaled, she was matching his thrusts within the limits of her shackles. He slammed her against the fence causing her to emit a deep resonating groan of pleasure, as she was bred. So, she missed the farm hand telling Bill, “we want to repeat this with her over the next few days, sir because this cow is very fertile… Now… A successful impregnation shouldn’t take long to achieve.” As he was lead away out of the pens and back to the changing rooms. He slapped her ass before he left and savored the feel of her supple, silky, and firm thigh and butt “Good, I definitely want to breed this wonderful bitch”. Other girls told stories of their photo shoots in the barn. The girls had a giggling rush as it was when Diana described her milking shoot and so she left out the part of her lactating. A few snickers occurred like before with the image of her milk bags being milked by the milking rig like the day before.

Figuring out what was happening took this long in Diana’s cobweb riddle addled brain. ‘We are a part of some diabolical plot to actually milk women!!!’ So she slipped out after everyone was asleep and quickly spun into Wonder Woman. She had modified her uniform so that she could breast feed more easily and that left her with a lot more cleavage. ‘I think starting in the breeding pen might be a good idea’ she thought to herself, unable to help herself from snickering at the idea of Buffy being breed. ‘that saucy little tart needs to get knocked up’ she surprised herself with thinking. Entering in the dark, it was hard to see anything. The farmhands had reset the foot restraints for the next day’s shoot; Which, Diana backed, and locked, herself into while she was trying to read a folder in the dark. “What the!” With and audible click the second part of the locking mechanism fell while she was trying to wiggle, and shimmy her way out. Her cover was important to her covert operation, so she bent over trying to figure out the release mechanism in the dark; Instead, of just ripping it loose with her super strength. The noise attracted a young toddler roaming the pen that had been adjacent. It bumped its wet nose into her face as she worked, letting out a gentle “mmaaammaaa”

“Shooo kiiid” Diana responded with trying to push the toddler away. She was still working away trying to find the latch to get out. Dealing with a little toddler in the middle of nowhere could come next. Her nipples were rubbing along the bustier’s new hem line becoming aggravated and wet. Her breasts were full again and began leaking rich Amazonian milk, from her milk bags, because of the friction. Diana didn’t notice but the toddler could smell it from a mile away. It grabbed onto her bustier and pulled the obstruction away to reveal the food source, looking for the natural goodness of a mother’s milk. It’s wet nose guiding it between her massive orbs like a channel as her massive boobies swung freely in the night. At the last minute she pushed him away again, but failed to reholster her breasts into her uniform’s bustier. The toddler just attacked the problem from the side.

Suddenly she felt a warm mouth with a rasping tongue latch onto her breast, and nibble at her engorged nipple. Her body responded and she leaked some more milk. The toddler realized it hit jackpot and began suckling on her breasts like a thirsty man in the desert. Her milk came faster this time. “ooohhh… ssshhhooo!!! Oooaaaooo” She exclaimed, as the gentle pressure of the todderl tugging and milking her milk bag sent waves of pleasure shooting through her chest and into her soul. The toddler sucked with greed like its filthy capitalist mother. Giving up searching for the mechanism, she just bent over at the waist letting the toddler suck her milk bags completely empty. Soon, she pushed the nipple on her other milk bag into the toddler’s mouth so that it could empty that one too. It sucked with extreme prejudice, as waves of pleasure washed over her addled brain. The noise of her whimpering and moaning attracted a man bull in a neighboring pen. Unaware in her bliss it approached Wonder Woman from behind. The Goblins commands to her unconscious state began to work its effect.

The toddler had freed Wonder Woman’s magnificently beautiful breasts, stimulating her, and she needed release. The princess needed to get fucked up. When she felt a hard poke in her shapely firm behind, she unconsciously reached back to discover a hard throbbing cock butting against her ass checks insistently. The little toddler wondered off after having emptied her other breast. The massive organ stood straight out, the numerous engorged veins throbbing with blood. The scent of her sex was thick in the air and driving the man bull mad with lust as he growled, and needed relief now almost as much as Diana did. She pulled aside her shorts and aimed his fleshy staff past her moist pussy lips and whimpered in frustration.

“aaaiiieee……….. aaaeeee… aaauuuhhh… aahhh… uuuhhh… uuuhhh… uuuhhh” Wonder Woman cried out as the bull’ts aim was true and impaled the princess on its massive cock. The giant organ penetrated her folds and stretched her cunt obscenely and completely on the giant fleshy staff thrusting in, and out, of her. The numerous engorged veins filled with blood and hit all the right pleasure centers in her pussy. Her pussy sending frantic and panicked signals to her brain, an orgasm ripped through her right then and there. The feeling of her vagina milking his cock like a vice drove the bull further and even deeper into the Princess’s tight pussy. She reciprocated, meeting the Bull’s reaction with a backward thrust of her hips. Soon the bodies of Diana and the human bull blended together into a single rhythmic smooth motion. She pushed up her hips to capture more of the bull’s penis. Whimpering in pain as she willingly and intentionally helped him drive the mushroom head of his cock just past her cervix. The feeling of her second release at hand, she quickened her movements moaning amidst the whimpering. The man-bull rose its hips and drove his ass down into hers impaling her as she climaxed. Still whimpering from the increased pain and groaning with the feeling of his cock directly seeding her ripe and fertile womb. Moaning from the orgasm of being fucked up pulsing through her body. The man bull pumped white creamy seamen afterwards from residual jets erupting from his cock. The voluminous quantity leaked out of her vagina to soak her star spangled shorts. Having found what Buffy had received already, and the toddler’s thirst already quenched, Wonder Woman picked up the toddler and headed off to the dormitory, after finding and opening the release mechanism. White cum soaking through her blue satin star spangled shorts, she pulled her bustier up over her completely empty breasts and went back to bed. The investigation completely fucked out of her mind with her brain.

The next day started with Linda going to the breeding scene photo shoot. Her feet were placed in the shackles that Diana had tripped the night before. Linda could clearly see the man bull coming now and starred with a dazed look at his massive erect organ that was already stiff, long, and as thick as her wrist. Linda was already wet in anticipation. The sight and smell of a bound female was all that it took for the man bull. There to receive her second mating, Buffy reached out and grasped the protruding male organ. Linda whimpered from the humiliation and the frustration of having his cock gently parting her moist pussy lips barely entering her. It felt as hard as granite to the touch. With her fingers barely encircling the organ, she gentle felt the penis along its full length. It lurched and swelled as her delicate fingers massaged it. Enjoying the feel of the penis in her hand and hearing Linda whimper some more, the farm hand told her “now guide the penis to Ms. Danver’s vagina. She’s already wet, duly, and truly prepared for him” The man-bull knew what it was there for more than Buffy did. His aim was good, as he penetrated Linda’s virginal moist pussy lips. As she was impaled on the giant cock, Linda had an orgasm pulse through her body leaving it completely defenseless. Snapping her hands back, Buffy barely had time to react as the man-bull thrusting its body forward impaling Supergirl with his massive erect cock. The whole process took a few minutes as Linda was so full of hormones she hardly felt her hymen break. After a dozen thrusts, she had another orgasm as the man-bull paused after a series of short rhythmic thrusts, before rising, and driving, his ass into hers and slamming her up against the rail. The intense blinding pain of having him slam into her cervix caused her to whimper a little louder amidst the groans of blinding pleasure at feeling warmth pulsing, and exploding, from her womb as he directly seeded her Garden of Eden. All this time, tightly bound, Linda was emiting a deep guttural moan while matching, within the limits of her bounds, the bull’s thrusting motion. White semen leaked from her pussy, as it yawned open spilling out white cum from her vagina. Buffy could hardly wait for her turn.

With all pretence gone, the cheerleading squad proceeded naked into the barn each morning, now with indoctrination complete. All the girls had very large breasts tipped with two-inch long nipples. Walking up to their positions in the milking barn the girls were intent on only a single thing, the relief of the intense pressure that they were experiencing from their breasts. The girl’s breasts had responded to the hormones and stimulation as well as the regular milking. The nipples from the effects of the pump cups used. A farm hand walked down the line attaching the udders to the suction cups. With a woosh the suction came down the line and milk flowed down the clear rubber hoses to fill the central collecting tank. The squad’s time at the dairy drew to a close. They were all bronzed figures form being naked all day in the warm sun. All of them had been pumped full of rich, thick, and potent sperm on an almost daily basis. The girl’s breasts grew except for Diana and Linda who maintained their perfect shape, despite Linda’s wishes otherwise.

As the stimulants effect faded from constant use, they recovered their faculties. Their bodies however were forever changed. Diana sat with Batgirl and Linda in her home on the Olympic Peninsula. She had the healthy glow of a pregnant teenage woman, her belly showed the burgeoning life inside her womb. “Knocked up again, I suppose the J.L.A. is all a twitter with gossip, on how Wonder Woman can’t keep her legs together” Diana groaned, and it was closer to the truth than Linda cared to admit though because of her own bulging belly, and Diana was her best friend. Batgirl was pregnant as well, having reluctantly admitted she was addicted to Ben’s cock after a bout of morning sickness. In truth, Diana knew she liked sex too much, so maybe it was good Ben commanded her to quit the super heroine gig until their all grown up at least. Though, Ben had a few more rounds of knocking the Princess up stored due to her promiscuity while on the job. So, her master’s command for her to quit being a super hero and help raise family instead was eagerly understood, and obeyed, without question.

The Milk Farm was still in operation as the owner just bought a few more state officials and the whole matter quickly was swiped under the table when Diana brought it to light. Later she remembered what she let Bill do to her, and some magik proved he was the father of her twins growing in her belly. The owner had ran a new ‘specialty’ line off of Diana’s milk but was unable to ‘convince’ her to return and found the ‘suggestions’ they tried to plant fail on her. The experience helped her save Linda and Constantine, though the rest of the cheerleaders willing went back to be breed and milked for all their bodies could produce.

The owner compensated them with money for the compliance she couldn’t ‘drug’ them into. Yet, the opportunity enabled the owner to work out a way to get ‘willing’ desirable milk producing volunteers. A whole new facet of the black market sprang up over night as people traded in illegal cowwomen slaves. The whole situation could be very depressing, for Diana as she failed in most of what she wanted to do, if she let it. Yet she was out of the super heroine gig and had a loving husband and wives. She had magnificently beautiful children that she adored. So, she went back to school at Silverdale Community College and later to the University of Washington to receive four bachelor degrees and three masters before settling down as an elementary school teacher.

The Princess also, reluctantly arranged some quality time for Ben with the Queen, and bet against her mother in the J.L.A. betting pool. She was right and so now she was going to have a half sister who had a father that was her husband. Due to how much time the Queen spent in the bed with Ben, she imagined there would be more where that came from. Linda seemed to succumb to Ben too, and so it was decided they would all move in together after expanding the house some to mansion status. There was an extravagant, elegant, and magnificently beautiful wedding ceremony for Barbara, Benjamin, Diana, Hippolyta {Queen of the Amazons}, and Linda. All their last names are now Prince. Ben was deliriously happy as all four women were pregnant again from his seed. Though, he treated all the children equally the same providing a magnificent father role model and counselor. Having five, and maybe six, people there all helping take care of the newborns and toddlers helped everyone keep well rested and on an even keel. Hippolyta had a huge dowry so money was never going to be a problem. However, Ben was a greed capitalistic bastard who clung to his women, and his guns; So, he took the opportunity to expand his business and help the inner city hoodlums by providing jobs and more opportunities to get out of the bad environments.

Linda was a surprise but she was spending so much time with Diana and her family anyway with her pregnancy. Her brother, Superman, was awesome but Diana just understood her better on account of different equipment. So, it was natural curiosity and Amazon frank, and earnest, openness that hooked her on their mouths and Ben’s hook. The fact, that Ben had two teenagers and two wives who had bodies just as perfectly healthy and young as teenagers, was beyond a dream come true for him. They all helped each other satisfy their sexual needs too which helped Ben out considerably though drinking Amazonian milk seemed to have some reverse aging properties. Which was good as Linda’s Asian best friend was coming over more, and more, frequently lately too. Diana already gave Ben permission to knock Constantine up so long as the princess was there to participate.

“So you aren’t mad?” Diana had asked her man one morning as the others were still sleeping next to her. Ben only smiled warmly at her, “You are my woman, and you always came back to me… Why would I be mad? Besides, it got you to consider facing some of your deeper set fears and taboos.” After a passionate kiss, she bit his nipple playfully as she was kissing his masculine chest. “You never have told me what mother gave up for Hera to grant that spell that didn’t work the first time.”

Ben chuckled, “Oh it worked, just not as Hippolyta originally thought it would, which served the Divine design, and so they let it fly. You see, the protection originally was only for magical coercion. The physical coercion kicked in when I knocked your mother up.”

“Oh by HERA! I hate you!” Diana was smiling as she bit his other nipple viciously. “You ever try to trick me like that again and we might have problems.” The fury dissipated as she realized she liked having her mother as a lover too. Ben grabbed her wrists and twisted them behind her back as he rolled over next to Linda and ground into his first wife. “I love you absolutely, and your happiness means more to me than my own… even through sex.” He bit her shoulder and nipped her ear. “And… as you wish, my love… you have given me a life I always dreamed of and children I always wished for… you have me for eternity and beyond.” Whispering the words into her ear; And, submitting to her unspoken demands. He claimed the mouth, and body, that he owned… yet again.

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WONDER WOMAN: Versus The Green Seamen

AUTHOR'S.NOTE: "Story idea adopted, and inspired, from Black7 and other erotica stories."

“Steve, please, I told you to stop with this.” Wonder Woman said on the tarmac getting ready to go help her best friend Batgirl with catching the Green Goblin. Steve had flipped when he found out she was engaged to an elderly black man. For some reason, he just wouldn’t let her go and move one and she felt sorry for him.

“Wonder Woman! This isn’t right, he has some sort of spell… this is some sort of Amazon curse. Why won’t you just talk with your mother about this?” Steve was clearly grasping at straws. Wonder Women had enough of this sniveling though. She had never done this for personal gain before but this was interfering with her job. She easily wrapped her lasso around Steve.

“Steve, you will forget about me and move on. You will go back to your job and do what your country needs you to do.” Slipping the lasso off, Steve just stood there stunned from the commands and what she just did. Doing that was the last thing she wanted to do but she couldn’t very well have him running around trying to break up her marriage with Ben, on some fools quest to ‘save’ her.

Wonder Woman glanced back at her passenger, as she stopped daydreaming about her confrontation with Steve earlier. The Green Goblin was strapped to the second seat of her invisible jet, the four point harness snug against his chest. The shackles restrained his arms to the ejection seat armrests, and the seat’s ankle restraints held his legs in tight. He looked rather dejected with his current situation. As a rather small man, the seat dwarfed him by almost a foot, as the seat was designed for an Amazon woman, and he barely broached Wonder Woman’s shoulders. She scanned across the instruments, everything in the green as the autopilot took them on a great circle route across northern Canada en route to Gotham City. She was bored, and her mind wandered back to the green thug’s capture.

Batgirl, and Wonder Woman, had prepared a honey trap for the Goblin based on intelligence Batman had wrong out of the Joker. Unfortunately, like all good plans, they never survive contact with the enemy. Diana had stealthily broken into the warehouse they were to bring the Goblin down in. They were where his nefarious devices were being prepared for shipment back to Gotham in. She crept stealthily around the wooden pallets and crates in the dimly lit building. A dull echo of voices spilled through the air from the open door of the manager’s side office. Getting closer she recognized Barbara’s voice, and that of the Goblin, soon she was able to peer into the office. Diana had a sharp intake of breath as the scene before her unfolded more clearly. Batgirl was bent over the desk; And, her ivory skinned ass clearly on display as the Goblin naked to the world worked his manhood into her. Her shapely legs were bare, and she could see her breasts swing freely. Her bat costume was pulled up to her firm, and perky breasts that were a rather small A cup.

The voices grew more clear as she got closer to the action. “Aaaeee…. Aaauuu… auuuhhh… Fuck me… fuck me harder… ooohhh… ooohhh… aaaiiieee.” Barbara orgasmed on the big green cock she was impaled onto. “nooo… nooo… not yet! Punch my… pinch my nipples… you bastard!” A green hand left her shapely tone thigh to handle her pouty nipples that were swinging to their rhythm. “Fuck me… ooohhh… aaaiiieee yes… that’s it… fuck me… you green bastard… fuck me harder…” The Goblin thought this was too good to be true. His big cock lurched in her bat twat, as he lunged deep into her moist folds.

“Ohhhh you are so tight Bat cunt… you feel so fucking good…” The Green Goblin grunted as he slammed his hips against her slowly moving the desk around the floor with each lurch. Bat girl’s clit was constantly being rubbed by his banana curved cock. He was almost there but he was determined to make her come first. She moaned and whimpered again as he felt her start shuddering and he erupted like a fire hose with his seed spraying her ripe young fertile womb. The banana cock worked feverishly to pump the Bat twat full of his gooey cum. Plunging deep into her vagina he tickled her cervix and her stomach spasmed again as she came.

“Oh fuck yes…” Batgirl exclaimed as she collapsed against the desk in exhaustion. Wonder Woman was not a normal voyeur but the contrast between the Green Goblin and Batgirl had her thinking of her fiancé Ben. That line of thought and she was not immune to the sexual energy in the air. The green cock stretched the Batgirl to full capacity nicely. Her cunt lips were clasping at the impaling rod in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm. Finally, Wonder Woman snapped herself out of her stupor and scolding herself, ‘Diana, capture the creepy rascal’ she told herself. She crept to the door as readied her lasso and she leapt into the door way.

“Fucking SHIT! Man…” Green Goblin exclaimed as just had pulled out of Barbara. The lasso twirled out to wrap around his shoulders easily. Wonder Woman smiled smartly to herself as she walked up to him. She reflexively tightened the lasso about his shoulders, and her eyes gravitated towards his banana like cock. The Green Goblin looked really perturbed by this turn of events. Diana marveled at how it curved that much.

“You are my prisoner, you submit, and will keep yourself restrained at all times.” Diana commanded absentmindedly. “Abso-fraking-lutely Wonder Cow… where the hell do you guys come from? The pervert factory? Hiding behind a box of crates like that trying to scare a guy half to death,” the teenager exclaimed. Her eyes were still obsessed over his monster cock and over sized balls. Blinking rapidly Batgirl regained her composure, “Oh Wonder Woman!” Was all she could say in a husky voice.

Straightening the desk, Barbara was oblivious to her walleyed boobies and her Kevlar pants still around her knees exposing to the world the stream of green spunk traveling down her inner thigh. Diana’s mind refocused on the Goblin’s member it was very impressive and she couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like, and was a little jealous of Barbara for a change. ‘Stop this wool gathering, Diana’ she shook her head as she scolded herself again.

Wonder Woman returned back to the invisible plan with the instruments, and the moving map display. The map showed she was on track over Northern Ontario in Canada, the sparse settlements and roads were far outnumbered by the lakes and waters below. ‘Too bad I can’t see the Lakes much… there is a solid layer of fog and clouds covering it’ She mused to herself. Suddenly a loud bang rumbled and resonated through the plan, as she instinctively grabbed the controls and the autopilot kicked off. There was smoke filling the cabin and warning lights, with loud alarm bells ringing. “Mayday, mayday, mayday this is JLA-69 making an emergency landing in Northern Ontario. My port engine is on fire; Repeat, my port engine is on fire; please send rescue, over.” The radio crackled without a response. The jet was already yawing as the port engine failed providing forward thrust. To keep from spinning, she reduced the throttle on the starboard engine and angled the rudder to compensate for the asymmetrical thrust.

The port engine was shooting out massive flames and the bellowing smoke behind the jet was huge. Wonder Woman toggled her fire suppression system and sighed in relief as the flames died out. The plan was still destined to crash though as the smoke died out soon after the flames. The UHF radio was absent any of the common noise. “Damn” she swore as the Green Goblin continued coughing up his lungs from the smoke inhalation and stress. The cloud cover enveloped the sleek, but crippled jet as it descended on retarded power of one engine. What she didn’t know… and couldn’t know… was that a bird had given its life to start a fire in her port engine, the port engine then perforated her radio tower stack with turbine blades like a hot knife through butter.

Time for the landing was quickly approaching as Wonder Woman concentrated on balancing the jet on course. Ice was rapidly accumulating as a tell tale sign of a opaque white streak appear on the windscreen. The Princess had been trying to advance the throttle on the remaining engine to climb back up out of the cloud cover but the engine was failing to respond. The air turbulence buffeted the jet and the control surface hydraulics became sluggish and unresponsive. The remaining engine roared back to full speed and Diana lost it, The jet flipped onto its back in a high-speed stall. The spin wound up, and the Gs caused the Green Goblin to vomit in his own face. “Hera? Damn it! Hold on Goblin things will get a little rough.” She said as she punched the ejection.

The escape pods bounced around in the swirling snow. They were protected from the elements but it was clear they were in the middle of a snow storm. The ground rose quickly as the two pods broke out of the clouds at 100 feet and a sea of pine trees rose out of the fog like spears on a nest of whiteness. “Bloody hell, cheap ass wench can’t buy a proper plane.” The Green Goblin muttered under his breath as he still had trouble not puking into his oxygen mask. The escape pods were coming down safely but the wind had them going at thirty knots. Trying to steer the chutes failed as a strong gust had her half way up a forty foot pine. The pod swing like a cats toy ball of yarn before being released. The chute riped at apogee and the capsule’s energy was redirected horizontal through some more treetops before hitting the ground tumbling.

When the tumbling stopped, and her head cleared, The Princess found herself hanging in her straps looking straight down at the ground thirty feet below. Everything felt ok, and she knew the straps had bruised her, but she’d definitely had worse. The cold wind ripped into the pod as she jettisoned the mangled canopy fall away into the snow below. “Okay now, I can release the harness” She spoke out loud but the Green Goblin couldn’t care less. A rivet head jarred loose from her downward momentum of swinging her leg over the rail, and ripped her star spangled shorts. The burred aluminums quickly slit the hum and ripped the crotch right out of her shorts, stopping just short of the other seem. The sound of the tear was all but lost in the shrieking wind, so she was oblivious to it, as she managed her precarious hold on the rail as she sought to gain a hand hold on the branch beside it as the pod swung from side to side. She made it on her third try and was rewarded with biting pine needles in both arms as she swung towards the tree’s trunk. Her movement in the branch was rewarded with a big chunk of wet snow from a branch above her head, that dropped right into her cleavage. “By Hera! A little help her might be nice!” She swore as the snow began to fall again. “That wasn’t it…” Muttering to herself again, she slowly made her way down the prickly branches, the pine needles stinging her cold reddened skin.

The Green Goblin had managed not to puke in his mask and his pod had landed comfortably upright initially on the air bag as designed. Unable to release himself from the shackles he was a spectator to its slow tip sideways as the billowing canopy pulled it over in the gusting wind. Fear began to set in as the pod started to move across the small clearing. He was lucky the wet packing snow built up like a snowplough in front of the pod eventually stopping it. Just within sight of a small exposed stream right in front of him. He lay on his side watching the ice cold water trickle past. He noticed the padded footprints at the water’s edge. Great someone lives nerby those are dog tracks. ‘Big dogs’ He thought to himself, and then he realized they were wolf tracks, not dogs. “God damn it! Get me out of here… Hello!?! Get me out of here you crazy bitch!”

Diana made it to the ground the same time her pod did. It crashed to the ground onto a snow-dusted boulder of Canadian Shield. Her quick inspection confirmed the worst, what the pad hadn’t spewed out in its tumble through the woods the centuries old granite had completely pulverized. Her survival gear was trashed. She had to find the other pod before she froze to death. Her power belt was fighting a losing battle against the elements given her attire. Climbing onto the boulder she looked around. A blue twinkling light glowed in the far ground, ‘That has gotta be the other pods locator light’ she thought.

Staying out of the stream had been the highlight of this evening for the Green Goblin but the snow dam that had stopped him had redirected some of its water. The pale blue light of the beacon revealed the gradual advance of clear cold water. Soon it lapped on the windscreen, next it began to drip… drip… drip and then pour through the rents in the pods skin. Laying on his side he recoiled in shock as the first ice cold water touched his side and soaked his clothing. It rose along his back, down his leg, and arm.” He started screaming to keep from hyperventilating, “God damn it!!! You crazy whore! Get me out of this god damn thing! Get me out! Get me out!” the snow was coming down harder now.

Shaking with cold, Diana ran across the clearing as she could hear the muffled yelling of the Goblin in the distance, but the words themselves were lost in the wind and snow. She splashed through the water towards the pod, and her feet already numb in her soaked calf high boots. With a mighty effort she righted the pod, and open the chute release. The Goblin was screaming incoherently. She yanked open the release for both cuffs and his harness, carrying him over the slush and plopping him down in the snow. Diana then retrieved the survival gear from this pod and slung it over his shoulder. With a lurch the pod slipped cracked behind her as she found they were on a shallow lake, and not a clearing at all. Both were numb and hypothermia was setting in, as they staggered to the edge of the lake toward the shelter of the pines. She had an arm around him, and the survival kit slung over her shoulder. The snow changed directions and eased off of them for now. Ice, had already formed on the metal of her bustier and they both shivered uncontrollably as they stumbled on the rough ice surface. The small dome tent was intuitive and saved them from worse stages of hypothermia, as it only took a few minutes to set and get their supplies in. ‘Damn it, where is the flash light’ she muttered.

There were only two sources of heat in the tent and Wonder Woman knew they needed to share their body warmth. “Strip naked and get into the sleeping bag.” The Green Goblin followed her orders to the letter. Peeling off his sodden wet shirt, he quickly laid out, wiggling into the depths of the sleeping bag. She followed, her hands struggled on her bustier zipper but she managed to get it off with her star spangled shorts. Shivering she squirmed in beside the naked Green Goblin, their arms and legs causing mutterings as the both wormed their way into the bag. The cold metal zipper of the bag nestled against her sensitive boobies and she tried to squirm away from it. They flopped around like fish in a net caught together. Both now laying on their sides. Turning away from the zipper, she rolled towards him. The bag had been designed to accommodate an Amazon. In his survival instinct, he borrowed himself to the bottom of it. Silky smooth breasts with very hard, cold nipples pushed their way into his face. Wrapping an arm around the busty Amazon, kept his face pushed against her milk bags.

The warmth radiating from the Green Goblin’s body through skin-to-skin contact felt deliriously good to her still cold body. The hot breath directly onto her nipples had them squeezing as much warmth from each other as possible. He started sucking and nibbling on her nipple as she wrapped her arm around him to mirror his action. The sensation distracted her from the cold, though she wanted to push him away, she reluctantly let his sucking mouth continue kneading and massaging her boobies. The rich dark brown nipple became diamond hard from her arousal, and he worked greedily at her other teat. Always a breast man, he often fantasized about nibbling, chewing, and sucking on her breasts. He was amazed at how firm, and pert her breasts were even after having given birth to triplets. Her silky smooth flat, toned, stomach barely even hinting at how much is had stretched. He wiggled until he brought his other hand out and began kneading, and mauling, her other boobie. She hissed as his cold hand touched her and began milking her breast in time to his sucking. Reluctantly she still let him continue.”

The sensations were fantastic but Wonder Woman was starting to worry about it. Her experience with Ben had showed she had a weakness to saying no when she got horney and she was very horney. ‘I’ll slow this down’ she thought as she rolled onto her back intending to break this grip on her nipple. However, if she had been honest with herself she would of opted for a more direct method to stop him. His arm locked around her back pulled him easily with her as they rolled with him laying on top of the princess still sucking on her boobies. Then her way out was of closing her legs and having his knobby knees dig into her, and be very uncomfortable or she could open her legs and let him lay partially between her thighs. She opened her legs and he lay comfortably between them with his head between her breasts. Her arousal left her breasts very sensitive and she enjoyed being groped, sucked, pinched etc it was one of the reasons Ben so easily got into her panties. The heat building left her determined to slow the pace as she gripped his butt and pulled him up off her breasts, and towards her face. Abruptly she stopped as his massive banana cock pierced her moist nether lips. Flashing back, her mind focused on the half circle his cock made after pulling out of Batgirl.

Already horney to begin with, The Green Goblin’s massive banana cock mushroom tip massaged Wonder Woman’s G-spot perfectly. She could scarcely resist the frantic signals her pussy was sending her already heavily heated reptile. She found herself slowly caving to submitting to yet another male whose cock was driving her wild. He thought she’d get angry, and was somewhat concerned, but when he stopped moving to see what she would do; her hands came up and grabbed his ass pulling on him. Her momentary pause had him propping himself up to look at her on his arms. The change propelled his stiff arched cock another inch into her velvet lips. She hadn’t pushed him out so, he took advantage of the opportunity to fuck his massive cock up into the princess and give her a deeply passionate kiss at the same time he started fucking his cock in and out of her. Driving hard across her pleasure spot, his arched cock’s knob ground across her wet pussy into all the right folds. The reptile in Diana responded by taking control as she wrapped her arms around him and locked her feet on his ass to pull him deeper into her. The arched banana torpedo filled her completely and his slow methodical assault allowed her pussy to strength her reptile with maddened lust.

“Oh… ooohhh… fuck me…. Yes fuck me… fuck… that banana… aaaiiieee aaauuu… aaaiiihhh… yes… yes… yes!!!” Wonder Woman had a massive orgasm as the Green Goblin fucked her brains out. He couldn’t believe his luck and continued to overwhelm her brain with pleasure as he continued to hump and fuck her. The pleasure building in his balls he knew her tight vice like cunt was going to cause him to let loose soon. He pushed himself into her until his banana cock pierced her cervix with its mushroom head popping in.

“Ooohhh noooo….” Wonder Woman groaned as she whimpered from the familiar pain, and pleasure. The feeling of his sailors pillaging and plundering her womb causing her to orgasm again. His unloaded eight loads of baby batter directly into her Garden of Eden as he thought it would be a real hoot if he knocked this Wonder Bitch up. His cock slipped out of her cervix causing her to whimper again as they passed out from pure physical exhaustion, and the sexual events. Sleep left them locked together and his cock corked up her tight snatch the entire night.

The Green Goblin had wanted to ensure he kept her well filled, and when he woke first he grabbed the locator beacon and flipped it off before grabbing her golden lasso from her pile of cloths. He reached out and worked it around the beautiful princess. “You are under my command, you will do whatever I say.” She replied subconsciously “I obey.”

“Wonder Woman, whenever you are fertile you will be very horney until you are impregnated. If your opponents bare your breasts you will surrender, and offer to fuck them immediately.”

“I hear and obey” Wonder Woman parroted subconsciously, still asleep. Of course, her previous commands were in effect but they were irrelevant to what he just commanded.

‘That should make things much better’ The Green Goblin smiled mischievously, his thoughts had him painfully rigid again. So, he slowly began to fuck her brains out again. Soon, she began to unconsciously respond to his attention. His little goblin grew harder and thicker than it normally did just thinking about knocking this wonder bitch up. Balls tickling his speed up faster slamming his hips into hers until finally grinding his cock into her cervix again causing her eyes to snap open as she whimpered from the familiar pain of having her ripe fertile garden plowed, and seeded, directly. He pulled his cock out and worked his way up her silky flat smooth stomach until he could lie his manhood between her orbs of pleasure. “Push your tits together, so I can fuck your boobs while you suck me.” Confused, Wonder Woman obeyed and soon he had a steady rhythm of pumping between her boobies and up into her divine mouth.

The sleeping bag was open but neither now noticed the cool air. He helped lift her head up as he fucked his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirling around his mushroom head as she hummed a delicious toon on his organ. The tingling came upon him again as he slid up over her boobs roughly and drover her head into the ground and his cock down her throat. She was bucking and rolling at this as he cut off her air passage, and the gagging sensation drove him over the edge as he gave her a protein shake and ejaculated directly into her stomach. His balls ached as his massive organ twitched in her now submitting, as it sucked, mouth. A loud pop echoed lightly as his stiff cock slipped out of her mouth.

Shuddering, Wonder Woman ignored his dominating her and put her wet clothes back on. Soon, they had a fire going to keep warm outside of the sleeping back and dry their cloths. The snow had stopped, and a blue sky greeted them. Another two days of getting her brains fucked out passed before she discovered the emergency locator turned off. The Green Goblin especially enjoyed driving his cock down into her and popping her cervix; Causing her to merely moan submissively as she whimpered in pain. The compulsion was clearly bothering her but he kept her mind occupied on fucking like kangaroo in heat instead of thinking about the lasso. He discovered the rip in her star spangled shorts when the rescue team was due shortly.

The position accented Wonder Woman’s deliciously divinely shaped ass, and he couldn’t help himself from slipping his cock in between her moist folds. She tried to stand up with her being almost impaled on his rod of authority when he pushed her bustier down, grabbed her tits to be mauled roughly as he dominated her mouth. Driving his ass down into hers, the mushroom head of his cock fully popped in and he immediately ejaculated into her steaming love pit. She hated herself for it but she moaned deliciously on his conquering tongue as she whimpered from the intense pain of her cervix being broken through. She felt the warmth from his seed explode through her womb and her eyes exploded as she finally realized what he was doing.

“Nooo… nooo… Please, goblin… doooooonnnnn’t.” Wonder Woman groaned as he drove her ass into the ground as if he was planting a stake to mark territory. Filling her completely he pumped her full of one more load. Her breasts were bare and so she submitted to him flipping her around and kissing her passionately as they fucked twice more before they had to get prepared for the Rescue Party. As the helicopter came down to land, He had his hand down her shorts grinding his cock up into her from behind as he used her exposed breasts as hand holds roughly mauling the heavily bruised boobies.

The Princess and Barbara sat enjoying their cappuccino at their favorite coffee shop in Gotham. Both had returned from the gynecologist. Barbara was first after they set the table, “Free and clear” She said happily, she was only seventeen years old and didn’t have time to raise a baby. She still had High School to finish. “You’re lucky,” Diana lamented with envy as she patted her shapely belly. “What does Ben have to say?” After giggling profusely Barbara asked, “Oh I had to agree to introduce you two and let him have another go at the Drive-By-News Reporters.”

Eyes popping out Barbara coughed out her bagel, “What? And he thinks that I will just drop my trousers and let him knock me up then and there?” Diana smiled mischievously but shrugged, “I have no idea what he plans… So shall I tell him you’re too afraid of him? A simple normal dirty old man?” Barbara stared at her friend shocked, that Diana would so obviously goad her into it. Something in the back of her brain warned her but she glared at Diana “Yell no, I will give him three dates and if he can’t bed me then, he ain’t ever going to.” She said feeling self assured of the results.

Both women were giggling when they saw the headline “Goblin escapes Gotham Prison: Inside Job” They read on, “it appears that three women assisted him in his escape. Brenda Wade his attorney, the Warden’s daughter and secretary, and the Prison’s Head Nurse… and all three are expecting.” Diana responded, “Oh my… Well Ben isn’t letting me out of the loft until he knocks me up again… so in a year or so maybe I can start looking for the Goblin… maybe, that is if we can figure out how to reverse his compulsion on me.” Barbara looked at her friend jovially and laughed. “I should have video tapped what we saw while we were landing…. Both him and you were priceless… you looked like a wounded elk just suffering the horror of getting fucked senseless.”