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At this point it was fair to say that the day had not gone according to plan. First Sam missed the school bus and since his parents had already left for work he was forced to walk to school. That made him tardy and earned him a lecture from his homeroom teacher. Next was Wonder Woman's assembly, the administration's well-kept secret. Sam had hoped to get some unfinished homework done during his free period, but the assembly put a stop to that. And then there was the fruit cup being dumped over his head during lunch. Now, Sam wasn't one to whine or anything but he preferred his clothes to remain clean throughout the school day. And feeling the cold, sticky juice run down his neck wasn't the best sensation.

It was a day full of the unexpected. But not every twist in the road lead to misfortune.

No, certainly not. Making out with Wonder Woman was a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.

Sam had just gotten out of the shower, naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist. He had his ruined clothes tucked away in his bag, and a fresh set waiting for him in his locker. It was odd to go to class in a t-shirt and gym shorts, but at least they were clean. He stepped out into the walkway separating the shower stalls from the lockers and there she was.

He froze as they locked eyes, her heated gaze sending his heart into a frenzy. She was tall, taller than him but just barely, with a long mane of black hair falling down her shoulders and back in elegant waves. And her body… muscled yet feminine, visibly strong yet lithe and slender. And her tits, her great big tits, milky globes stuffed into her iconic silver bustier, looking like they were a breath away from spilling over.

She moved towards him with purposeful, confident strides. Her long, delicious legs moving hypnotically as her red boots clicked, clicked, clicked against the tile floor. Then she before him, standing so close he could feel the heat coming off her body.

"What is your name?" Her voice was low, musical, different than it had been during the assembly. She sounded matronly back then, authoritative. Now… she was inviting, alluring, womanly. Her full, red lips were curled into a flirty smile.

Is this even happening? Did I slip and fall and this is some sort of coma-dream?

But even with his mind spinning, Sam answered. "I'm Sam. Sam Hale."

Wonder Woman's smile widened, her blue eyes lighting up with glee. She moved even closer, pressing him against the wall. It was cold to the touch, but Sam ignored the sensation. Wonder Woman put a hand to his chest, touching him, running her fingers across his damp skin. Her touch was warm, soft, gentle, and yet Sam's blood was pumping hot and furious in his veins. "Sam," She practically sang his name, leaning close, so close that the tips of their noses grazed each other. "My name is Diana. But you know that don't you?"

Sam nodded. His manhood had swelled just from the sight of the amazonian princess and was forming a tent in the towel around his waist. It poked Diana's bare thighs, brushing against her unblemished skin. Sam's ears burned, but if Diana felt him touching her she didn't show it.

"I have need of you, Sam." She purred, the hand feeling his chest rising to stroke the side of his face. She needs me? Wonder Woman needs me? Holy fuck. "Will you help me?"

"Yes." Sam answered quickly, embarrassingly so. But Diana gave a flirty laugh, smiling so beautifully at him. She kissed him then, a soft peck on his lips. She tasted like cinnamon and smelled like… like flowers. An earthly, natural scent that made his head spin. When she pulled away, he first noticed her eyes. They were sharp, focused on him, predatory. Her gaze glided over his body, appraising him like peace of juicy meat.

It was like a light bulb going off in his head.

Wonder Woman thinks I'm hot. Huh.

It was then that Diana tugged at the towel around his waist. The band of cloth fell away with little resistance and Sam felt the cool air roll across his naked skin. His cock sprung up, free at last, thumping against her bare thighs with no towel between them. Diana had certainly felt him that time. She cooed happily at the sight of his swollen length, reaching down to touch him. Sam's breath caught at her warm touch but he soon relaxed and savored Wonder Woman's gentle, leisurely handjob.

"Such a handsome young man. And gifted as well." She hummed with almost delirious joy before pressing her lips to his neck. She kissed his skin, the suckled, running her tongue over his flesh, nipping playfully with her teeth. She murmured into the crook of his neck, "You don't know how you torture me, all you strapping young men. A woman like me has to stand for something, can't have fun the way other heroines can."

She stepped back and pulled her bustier down with a sharp tug. Her enormous, perfect breasts fell free as the silver harness clattered to the floor. They sat before his eyes, every little movement making them jiggle or sway in a tiny, delicious way that Sam felt he would burst right there, right across Wonder Woman's thighs. Her dark nipples were hard with arousal, small brown peaks capped upon pale, mountainous tits, begging to be sucked. Then she closed the distance between them again, kissing him deeply, her boobs smushed between them. Sam dared to reach up and feel one and Diana moaned, humming playfully into the younger man's mouth.

"You like my tits." It was a statement of fact, not a question. She kissed him, laughing. "It's okay. Everyone likes my tits. They're so big aren't they? Yes, so big and soft!"

Sam could hardly believe it. Wonder Woman talking dirty.

"Do you want to fuck them?" She would ask between kisses, whispering breathlessly into his ear as they felt each other up right there in the locker room. "Do you want to fuck my tits? You could sit on one of the benches and stick your cock between them, let me do the work. A big cock like yours deserves a pair of big tits to fuck, right?"

Sam was still busy accepting the fact that this was even happening in the first place. He honestly had no real answer for the amazon grinding against him.

"Or maybe I could suck your cock instead?" Wonder Woman knelt down then, her beautiful face level with a teenager's throbbing prick. "Yes. That's a good idea, right? Definitely a good idea. I'll suck your cock. Suck this big fucking cock."

It was like she was in a trance, her eyes glazed over with lust. Not that Sam was complaining. Her head darted forward and Sam grunted, cursing through his teeth as he felt her soft lips envelope him. There was no elegance now, no real form to speak of, just wet, sloppy sucking. She slurped over his dick, lathering his manhood with a thick coat of spit, before taking him down to the root. She choked on him some, gagging over the cock stuffed down her throat. Sam cursed again, amazed that he hadn't cum yet. Soon she pulled back, sucking in precious air while she locked eyes with him. Then she gave him a smile and did the whole thing all over again.

Aphrodite was all smiles. Lying on her belly, resting her chin on her arms, her eyes were gazing down upon the mortal world. It wasn't often that her plans worked out in a way far better than she anticipated. This wasn't something the goddess wanted to miss.

Wonder Woman cutting loose was a sight to behold. All that grace and poise and pride, the unspoken haughtiness, the virtuous paragon crap, all of it was so easily tossed away at the sight of nice, big cock.

The Goddess of Love and Beauty felt pride. Pride in herself for her hand in making this spectacle happen. Pride in Diana for embracing the joys of the flesh. And pride in that young mortal for being able to keep up with the amazonian demigoddess. Those lips were sculpted by the goddess herself, after all.

Aphrodite bit her lip, feeling a most welcome warmth blooming in the pit of her belly. She was sure Diana was going to take a load down her throat right there in the locker room, but the young man had her by the hair, pulling her off his prick to face him.

Assertive as well. Good. Diana would be wasted on a passive man.

Then he had her against the wall, face and tits pressed into the cold concrete while he positioned himself behind her, his hands finding their way to her wide hips. His fingers dug into her soft flesh and he ran his cock over her dripping cunt, teasing her.

Yes, thought the Goddess. That's it. Make her want it. Make her beg for it.

"That boy looks familiar." A man's voice spoke, deep and rough.

It was then that Aphrodite remembered that Ares was also present to witness the fruits of her labor. She had been so caught up in the show that the God of War had slipped from her mind. Odd, considering that this whole game was partly his idea anyway.

"I'm sorry?" The goddess shifted on her cushioned spot but did not look away. The boy was fucking her now, hard and fast, one hand gripping her by the shoulder with the other at her waist. His handsome face was twisted into a savage visage, his lips pulled back to show his clenched teeth. Diana? She looked enraptured, eyes fluttered shut as the young man split her divine pussy in twain, his thick cock sinking into her hot cunt again and again and again.

"That boy," Ares repeated. He was leaning forward from his marble seat, one hand stroking the stubble that grew upon his well-sculpted face. "There's something about him. Something familiar… I can't quite place it, though."

Aphrodite scoffed at her partner. "Wonder Woman is getting fucked down there and all you can think about is the guy?"

"His face is so… I swear I've seen him before…" Ares' eyes narrowed as he leaned closer. He watched the odd couple for another long moment… Then he rose up, back straight, eyes wide, and sporting a wide, toothy smile. He gave a hearty laugh, a deep, thunderous guffaw that made Aphrodite jump.

"For fuck's sake, what?" Aphrodite scowled at the God.

Ares pointed down at the mortal boy fucking the feminist icon, the champion of all women. He threw Aphrodite the widest smile that ever graced his lips and said, "That face! Those eyes! Even the way he walks! I knew I recognized him. That boy is one of Herc's bastards! Or one of his grandbastards!"

Aphrodite made a face. "I'm… not really getting it."

"Hercules!" Ares told her, his smile only growing wider. "Herc sowed his wild oats across the entire world twice. He has bastards running around all over the place. Look at that boy's face and tell me you don't see it. That kid is a fucking demigod!"

Sam didn't know what came over him. A few minutes ago, Wonder Woman had him pinned against the wall, putty in her hands. But now…

Now he had her up against the locker room wall, hand gripping her by the hair as he fucked her. He was making her moan for him, scream for him, beg for him. Making her beg for his big cock. And he was giving it her. Holy shit, he was giving it to Wonder Woman.

It was a like switch had been flipped in his head. Seeing her wide hips, her thick ass, all that creamy flesh jiggling so hypnotically as it slapped against his thighs, it lit a fire within him. Something awakened, deep in his soul, a primal hunger that only grew more ravenous as he plundered some tight, wet superheroine pussy.

"Fuck me," Wonder Woman whimpered, reaching back to grab his hips and drive him deeper into her cunt. "FuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKME!"

It was like a switch had been flipped inside her, too. This was clearly not the Wonder Woman the school had booked for their assembly. Maybe in body, but not in mind.

But that was a concern for another time. The amazonian princess was making a very specific request of Sam. He would have been rude not to oblige.

So he fucked her. Relentlessly, tirelessly, violently, slapping an open palm down hard on her most perfect ass. She yelped loudly but the smack was louder. She tossed a heated look over her shoulder, lips curled in a sneer. "You fucking animal…"

Sam said nothing, only increasing the force of his thrusts. She was so tight and wet around him, so impossibly hot, it was a wonder to Sam that he still had yet to cum. She had already cum twice, once when she was sucking him off and again when he was fucking her against the wall. He didn't think a woman as durable as Wonder Woman could be so sensitive.

But eventually Wonder Woman's wondrous cunt wore the young man down. With a deep and guttural sound, Sam made one final, mighty thrust into Diana's weeping and well-abused pussy. He came, his cock twitching as he sent a scalding hot load of seed deep into her core, filling her so completely that he could feel it dripping out past his dick.

He could hear Wonder Woman release a contented sigh. There was no small amount of pride spawned from that. But Sam did not smile. He was too exhausted. Instead, he pulled out of the amazon, earning a small noise of disappointment from her. His cock hung heavily between his legs as he rested his head against Diana's sweaty back.

"Fuck," He exhaled. It was all he could say.

It was a miracle that they hadn't been caught. The doors had been unlocked the last time Sam checked. Anyone could have walked right in and seen him going to town on prime wonderpussy.

But luckily no one did.

Luck. It sure did seem like Sam's luck had turned around. He had no doubt about that.

The two of them got dressed in silence with Wonder Woman looking particularly bashful. She would avoid making eye contact with him as she pulled her outfit back on, making sure to move out of his gaze as she stuffed her shapely body back into her swimsuit-like uniform. Odd, considering how… wanton her demeanor was mere minutes before.

Sam was afraid she was simply going to pretend it never happened, but she stopped him before they could exit the locker room.

"Hey," She said, touching his arm. When he turned to look at her, she avoided eye contact again, making a face he couldn't quite read. "That was… What we did…"

She winced then, rubbing her temple. Sam gave her a half-smile. What had he been expecting? That his cock was so good that she'd start dating a high schooler?

"Look, if you want to forget any of this ever happened, that's perfectly fine." He had his hands raised, as if that would assure her. It was all he could do.

"No," She said suddenly. "That's not what I'm saying. What we did… was fun."

Sam blinked. "Oh?"

"Yes. It was fun. I had fun." This time she looked him in the eyes. And smiled. "I enjoyed it."

Sam smiled back. "That… That's good. Very good. I had fun, too."

He honestly wasn't sure about the protocol for this sort of thing. He had never fucked a superheroine before. So he just stood there, smiling stupidly. At least Diana didn't seem to mind.

"Listen," She touched his arm again, biting her lip. For a moment she appeared unsure, but then she looked him over. There was that look in her eyes again, the same predatory look she had when she had him against the wall. "I'm not going to pretend that what I did was okay. You're a student. I'm a superheroine. But you I'm also not going to pretend that you're some innocent kid."

Sam gave her a sheepish look. But she continued.

"Honestly? I needed that. What we did. I've been bottling up all these things for so long, trying to be this symbol, this perfect ideal, and it's just exhausting. I don't get many chances to cut loose. But when I do…"

Diana let her words hang there, blushing.

"I'm not complaining." Sam assured her. "I mean, I can't say I haven't thought about this kind of thing happening to me."

She laughed, soft and mirthful. Her eyes fell upon his form again, appraising the male specimen she chose. She licked her lips. "I'm staying at the Kingston Hotel downtown. Room 503. I'm not heading back to Washington until next week."

Again, she let the words hang, allowing the implication to settle in Sam's young male mind. Then she planted a kiss on his cheek and strutted out the door, red boots clicking, clicking, clicking…

When the bell finally rung, Sam was still standing there. It took the basketball coach shouting in his face to get his ass moving again. He was extremely late for his next class, an infraction that would likely earn him detention, but the only thing running through his mind was one thing.

Room 503. Room 503. Room 503.

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