Wonder Woman Gets Gang Banged

-------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author c 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Wonder Woman Gets Gang Banged by Jessica Princess (jessicaprincess9@hotmail.com) --- This is my biggest and best story yet! It's a totally fictional story about Lynda Carter back when she was playing Wonder Woman. A night of confidence building with a few guys from the neighborhood turns into more fun then she ever expected it could be. Again, this is not real, just a pure fantasy. But what a fantasy! As always, comments are welcome. (M+/F, wxh, orgy, gb, mast, oral, anal, celeb parody) *** "Alright, thatfs a wrap!" yelled the director. Another long day of playing Wonder Woman had come to an end. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was 1976 and Wonder Woman was in its first season. I was young and brash back then, just a few months shy of 25. The show was cheesy as hell, but the pay was good and the attention was even better. I loved the looks I got from guys when I wore that small, form fitting Wonder Woman outfit. Sometimes Ifd even sneak off set with it still on, walking down the street and basking in the looks and catcalls. As it turns out, this was to be one of those days. I was tired. I also wasnft feeling great about the dayfs performance. More than once the director had been critical. As he probably should have been. My mind had been elsewhere anyway. Ifd just broken up with my boyfriend the night before. Or rather, hefd broken up with me. Hefd said I wasnft adventurous enough. Can you believe that? Anyway, I was pretty down by the end of the day. I needed someone to notice and appreciate me, even if it was just the guys on smoke break outside of the movie theater near my house. It was a little bit cool for an early evening in spring. I had goosebumps as I walked down the street with my body barely covered by the supposedly "indestructible" plastic and nylon of my suit. No one much paid attention at first. An older man did a double take, but he was kind of gross. An old lady scowled at me, which made me feel even worse. Nothing was going right. I thought about just running the rest of the way home. I was tired of people. I didnft want to see anyone anymore. I just wanted to curl up next to my cat, lie in bed in PJs, and eat ice cream. Back then I could get away with the occasional ice cream binge without gaining a pound. I love the age Ifm at now, but sometimes I sure do miss the metabolism I had in my early twenties! I was just about to break into a sprint when I came up past the side of the movie theater. Three of the guys were outside smoking. All young, wiry guys with shaggy hair. They were nineteen, maybe. College guys. I always had fun razzing them. To young guys like that, I was a goddess, even on days when I wasnft feeling like one. "Hey there, gorgeous," said Jeremy, a guy with dirty blonde, straight hair and coke bottle glasses. "Marry me and take me away from all this." It was a wonderfully stupid line. I smiled. It was the first bright moment of my day. "If youfre all out here," I said, "whofs in there running the movie projectors? Or did you guys decide that smoking is your job?" "Very funny, Lynda," said Mel, the one bearded guy in the group. "Or should I call you Wonder Woman?" "Call me whatever you like," I said. "Just donft forget to call me." I batted my eyes when I said it. Mel and Jeremy laughed playfully. Jack, the other guy, just blushed. He was a real sweetie, that boy. He didnft talk much. Long curly hair, deep blue eyes, slight features. He was a beautiful boy, the kind any momma would be proud to call son. He was the kind of guy any girl would be happy to show off. But he was always so quiet around me. I was never sure why. Looking back now, itfs easy to see the signs. He had a huge crush on me. But at the time, I was afraid that maybe he didnft like me. Or maybe he didnft like girls at all. "Seriously, Lynda, you really look great today," said Jeremy. "Itfs amazing. You look better and better every time we see you." Now I was the one blushing. "Thanks, Jeremy. Thatfs sweet." "To say you look great is an understatement," said Mel. "You look fantastic. Youfve got to be, hands down, the prettiest girl in show business." He was flattering me. I knew it. But I wasnft about to complain. It was the first time all day that anyone had made me feel good about myself. There was a strange pause as Jeremy and Mel exchanged looks, each one shrugging to the other as if to indicate something. "You fellas need me to be here for this conversation?" I said. Jeremy scratched his head and looked away. "Well, Mel and I were wondering somethingc" "Oh," I said, "Whatfs that?" "Well," he said, "the theater is closing early today. Closing in a few minutes, as a matter of fact. The boss is going out of town. Some kind of family emergency or something. Anyway, some of the other guys were all going to come over to my apartment to drink a little and hang out. Itfs just down the street. And we were sort of wondering if youfd like to join us?" I smiled. I should have guessed. At least once a week these guys were trying to get me to hang out with them. I always declined. Not because they werenft nice guys. But because the five or six years between us in age seemed like a massive difference back then. Besides, I didnft know these guys all that well. I would joke with them when Ifd come to see a movie, but most of the time I was hanging out with Hollywood types, schmoozing with the stars. These guys didnft know a thing about life in that world. But then again, I thought, maybe thatfs just what Ifve been missing. Maybe a night with some real people, not Hollywood phonies, would do me good for a change of pace. And besides, before Ifd run into these guys Ifd been feeling pretty down in the dumps. Now I was starting to feel like things were going to be ok. "Alright, boys, youfre on," I said. All three of them looked startled. Theyfd never expected this would be the day Ifd finally say yes. "Really?" said Jeremy. "Youfre seriously going to come and hang out with us." "Sure," I said. "Sounds like fun. Ifm only going to stay for a little bit though, ok? Maybe even just one drink." "Oh, thatfs fine with us," said Mel. "Wefre excited that youfre coming at all." Jeremy pulled out a piece of paper, hastily wrote down his address, and then handed it to me. He told me that the festivities would begin in about an hour and a half. I smiled again and waved at the boys. Then I started to walk away in the direction of my house. "Lynda," Jeremy called out, "therefs just one more thing." "Whatfs that?" I said. "Is it at all possible that you could still be wearing your costume when you come over?" he asked. I winked at him and then continued to walk away. When I got home the time seemed to fly. I ate a light dinner, figuring that these guys wouldnft have much in the way of edible food. Then I took a nice, hot shower and blow-dried my hair before slipping back into my costume. When I left the house this time I covered myself in a long old coat. This time if people noticed me on the street, the only strange thing theyfd see would be red boots with white stripes and the golden tiara with the red star that was in my hair. "Lynda, you came!" said Jeremy with surprise as he opened the door. "Some of the other guys thought you might have been putting us on, but I never doubted you for a second. Come on in!" Eight guys were sitting around in Jeremyfs dusty and sparse living room, making the total party attendance nine guys plus me. Three were on the couch, one was in a beanbag chair, the others were spread out on the floor. In the corner of the room was a small black and white tv on top of a box with the volume turned down low. It looked like some kind of beach show was on, but I couldnft quite tell. Mel was with the guys on the couch. Jack was in the beanbag chair. Three of the other guys were ones Ifd seen around the movie theater, either working or hanging out. The other three guys Ifd never seen before, but they fit the profile of the room. All young, wiry, Caucasian guys between nineteen and twenty. All scruffy and wide eyed. They had been chatting a bit when I came in. But after Jeremy took my coat the whole room went silent. There I was in full Wonder Woman glory. The tiara, the boots, the golden bullet proof bracelets, the red and gold bodice that barely covered my breasts, the golden belt, the golden lasso, the tight blue shorts with the white stars, even the mini-skirt that matched the shorts which I only wore on the show on occasion. Ifd forgotten the plastic red earrings, but nobody seemed to mind. All eyes were on me. You could have heard a pin drop. "Whatfs the matter, boys?" I said. "Never seen an Amazon princess before?" They all laughed at this. Mel got up and offered me his seat on the couch which I accepted graciously. One of the other guys got me a beer. Things get a little fuzzy in my memory after that. I remember talking a lot and laughing a lot. We were talking and drinking for hours. At some point wefd decided to play a card game. I donft remember what it was. Some dumb drinking game, I think. But the rules were that whoever won the game got to make up something that everyone else had to do. Like snort on command or blow bubbles out your nose or something. Naturally, I won. Ifm still not sure if the game was rigged or not. But either way, I was pleasantly buzzed and happy to take advantage of the situation. "Alright, boys," I said. "Ifm going to be honest with you. Ifve had a particularly shitty day. Ifm feeling the need to fish for some compliments. So what I want is for each of you to tell me what you think is the sexiest thing about me. Donft hold back, either. I want to know your honest opinion." Despite my plea for honesty, the guys were a little reserved at first. They mentioned my eyes and my smile. One guy even said my "winning personality," a phrase I hoped to leave behind in the seventies along with disco and the Partridge Family. It wasnft until Mel spoke that things got good. "I absolutely adore your breasts," he said. "Theyfre so perfectly shaped. I wish I could just stick my face in your chest and live there." The other guys laughed at this. So did I. "You can live there if you like," I said, teasing him. "But youfll have to pay rent!" This got a few more chuckles from the guys. "Her breasts are pretty great," said Jeremy. "But nothing beats this girlfs cute little ass. Seriously, you have the best looking butt Ifve ever seen. When I see you on television, I always just want to grab your butt and spank it!" "Arenft we a wild one," I said. The talk was getting dirtier but I wasnft getting offended. If anything, I was getting turned on. I hadnft expected the evening to go in this direction. It was surprisingly arousing. Feeling frisky, I stood up, leaned over the couch, and lifted up my skirt to exposed my shorts clad ass to the guys who hooted and cheered loudly. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jeremyfs eyes bulging out of his head. He was beginning to raise his hand and move it towards me. "You can look," I said, swishing a bit, "but you canft touch." Jeremy looked a little disappointed, but he returned his hand to his side without another prompting. The talk continued like this as the remaining guys chimed in about how much they liked my legs and my curves. One guy even said he liked my lips and wished he knew what they felt like surrounding his cock. That was enough to almost make me blush, but I stood my ground, winked at him, and blew him a kiss. In the end, he was the one who turned red all over. The only guy who hadnft said anything about me yet was Jack. Hefd been sitting quietly in the beanbag chair, laughing occasionally but otherwise not saying a word. I sat down on the floor in front of him, the guys crowding in around me so they could see and hear. "What about you, Jack?" I said. "Do you find anything about me sexy?" Jack was redder than a fire hydrant. He looked highly uncomfortable. "I donft know," he said. "Everything about you is nice, I suppose." I felt my heart drop. This was the nicest, prettiest boy in the room. And he could have cared less about me. I had figured hefd at least make something up. My smile faded. Jeremy seemed to notice right away that I was suddenly becoming unhappy. Perhaps thatfs why he was so quick to rat out his friend. "Oh, come on, Jack, youfre the most Wonder Woman obsessed guy on the planet," Jeremy said. "Shut up, Jeremy!" said Jack. This was a secret that Jack obviously didnft want revealed. Normally I would have respected his wishes. But at the moment, I wantedc perhaps needed to hear more. "What do you mean?" I said. "When youfre not around, he goes on about you constantly," Mel volunteered. "Hefs seen every episode this season twice." Jackfs mouth dropped. He was flabbergasted and embarrassed. "Itfs true," said Barney, one of the other guys who worked at the theater. "He even went out and bought one of them new video recorders so he could tape the show and watch you over and over again." I was grinning from ear to ear now. I couldnft believe what I was hearing. All this time Ifd thought Jack hated me. As it turns out, he was all but in love with me. I felt like a million bucks. Butterflies were in my stomach. This was a special moment. I wanted to treasure it. I hesitantly placed my hand on Jackfs leg. "Itfs ok, sweetie," I said. "Therefs no need to be embarrassed. Truth be told, I think youfre pretty neat too." "Really?" he said. "Really," I said. Now Jack was the one grinning. He looked as if a giant weight had been taken off his shoulder. His secret crush on me had been revealed and I hadnft rejected him. He was happy and relieved to a degree I probably canft imagine. "So come on," I said. "Donft keep us all guessing. What do you think is sexiest about me?" Jack seemed to grow a little tense again. "Itfs a little weird," he said. "You probably donft want to know." "Oh, believe me, I do," I said. "Youfve already made my day, Jack. Anything you say now will just be icing on the cake." This seemed to embolden Jack. "Well, you always look amazing in your Wonder Woman costume," he said. "But I think that you were sexiest in the pilot episode, before youfd left the island, when you were wearing that skimpy purple thing." I licked my lips. He really did know the show. And he really did know me. Ifd always thought Ifd looked better in the island scenes then at any other time in the show. That Jack had noticed was flattering. That he was talking about it was enough to make me wet between my legs. "What did you find most sexy about that?" I asked. "This is the part youfll think is weird," Jack said. "It was the fact that you were barefoot. You have such amazing, pretty, sexy feet. When Ifm alone at home, I watch the tape where youfre barefoot and I imagine how good it would feel to have your soft feet against my body." "Do you touch yourself when you think about that?" I said. Jack nodded. A couple of the guys snickered. "What a loser," Mel said. Jack didnft pay any attention to the guys though. His full attention was focused upon me as I pulled first my right leg and then my left free from my boots. My feet now bare, I stretched my legs out in front of me so that Jack could get a good look. "Theyfve been in these boots all night," I said, suddenly a bit embarrassed at my brashness. "I hope they arenft too gross." "Not at all," said Jack, completely transfixed. "Not in the least." The room was quiet now. No one was snickering or making side conversation. All the guys were watching me and watching Jack, wondering what would happen next. "Youfre memorizing what they look like so you can touch yourself later, arenft you," I said. Jack didnft answer. But I knew it was the truth. His stare was firmly planted on my legs and my feet. I knew what he was thinking. He didnft know how long this fantasy would last and he didnft want to miss a second. "Why donft you touch yourself now," I said. I could hardly believe it when the words left my mouth. I wasnft in the habit of asking strange men to masturbate in front of me. But in that moment I felt so good. I felt like I was the sexiest woman in the world. I was in charge of the situation. It was so arousing. I didnft want the moment to end. Jack objected at first, but then I reassured him that it was alright. Soon he had unzipped his jeans and brought forth his stiff cock, stroking it earnestly as he continued to watch me wiggle my toes. What happened next I honestly had not intended. I still thought, even up to this point, that I was just having a little innocent fun. Sometimes the most innocent fun, however, can awaken the most carnal of instincts. Without thinking more than a second about it, I moved my feet up against his leg. Before he could utter any sort of objection, I placed them around his cock and began to stroke it with my feet. Jack moaned loudly. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that at least two or three of the guys had taken down their pants and were stroking themselves in rhythm with what they were watching. My feet continued to move up and down on his cock. He was so hard I thought he might burst open at the seams. He continued to moan as I licked my lips and grabbed my breasts. "You want to cum on my feet, Jack?" I said. "You want to cum on Wonder Womanfs feet?" Jack moaned again. He grabbed my ankles and began to thrust rapidly. "Fuck my feet," I said. "Do it, Jack. I want you to cum all over my pretty Amazonian princess toes." My verbal encouragement was all he needed to put him over the edge. He screamed so loud as he came you could have heard it halfway around the block. Thick white globs of hot cum shot out of his cock and landed on my feet and my legs. After he shot, I rubbed the soles of my feet against his cock, causing him to tremor in post-orgasmic delight. There was no turning back now. All of the horrible moments of the day had washed away. All that mattered was this time and place where I was the center of everyonefs attention. I could feel the wetness beginning to soak through my panties. "What are you guys waiting for?" I said. "A written invitation?" In no time I was surrounded by the eight remaining guys who were running their hands?and in some cases a little more than their hands?all over my body. It didnft take long before the first guy was pushing his hard cock into my mouth. As you might have guessed, it was the guy who had admitted earlier to fantasizing about having my lips on his manhood. I sucked hard, slurping as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. In no time at all he was cumming down my throat. "Come on guys," I said, "time for you all to show Wonder Woman what youfre made of." The guys took this as their cue to start calling the shots. Two of them helped me to me feet and positioned me as Ifd been earlier, bent over the couch with my ass in the air. Jeremy was behind me now, pushing up my skirt. It took him little more than a minute to rip off my supposedly indestructible shorts and the soiled underwear underneath. It took even less time for him to plunge his cock into me to the hilt. I was so wet by then I probably could have had three men inside me. But Jeremy didnft seem to complain. "Soooo tight," he said, smacking my ass lightly as he thrust in and out of me. It felt so good to feel him moving in and out of me. I reached back and began to fondle my clitoris as he fucked me. His thrusts were hard and steady. I loved the feel of him crashing into me. I came in no time, moaning loudly and deeply, releasing a deluge of fluid from my pussy which coated his balls. Soon he was moaning as well as he came inside me. These days the fear of disease is so widespread. Itfs hard to remember sometimes how it was in that first decade after the sexual revolution. No one would have even thought to use a condom. I was on the pill, so I had no worries. I could just relax and enjoy the feeling of Jeremyfs seed shooting up into me and filling me. No sooner did Jeremy pull out then did Barney replace him, again bringing me to orgasm quickly as he moved his hard cock in and out of my pussy. "Fuck me, Wonder Woman!" Barney yelled, and I was happy to oblige. I pushed back into him so that his entire cock was inside of me with each stroke. As Barney tended to my pussy, Mel stepped onto the couch and offered his cock for me to suck. I hungrily obeyed, licking his cock and balls up and down before devouring his cock between my lips. "Always wanted to get head from Miss America," he mused. Meanwhile his hands were fondling my breasts through my bodice. My nipples were hard, responding to his touch. "OK, Wonder Woman," said Barney. "You wanted an adventure. Now youfve got one." Before I could ask what he meant he had pulled out of my pussy and was rubbing KY Jelly onto my asshole. I wanted to object, but I was lost in Melfs caressing of my breasts as I sucked on his dick. The other guys too were placing their hands upon me and telling me how beautiful I was. Occasionally theyfd run their cocks against whatever part of my body they could get close to. I was overwhelmed and dizzy with joy. In the next instant I was dizzy with pain as Barney plunged his dick into my tight asshole. Ifd never done anal before. For a minute it felt like a train was ripping through the inside of my body. It was all I could do not to bite Melfs dick. But soon the pain went away. As Barney began to slowly move around, I began to enjoy the sensation of being filled in this new way. I began to lick and suck Melfs dick again with new fervor as Barney availed himself of the pleasure of my young ass. In only a few more minutes, Barney was pulling out and shooting his come across my back, landing on my skirt, the bodice, and my shoulders. "Not sure how Ifm going to explain those stains to the studio," I said. Everyone laughed. As passionate and driven by our lust as we were in those moments, everyone was having such a good time. No one was being competitive or selfish. Everyone was just relaxed, having a good time. "My turn," said Mel, after Barney finished. He guided me back down to the floor where he had me lie down on my back. Then he straddled me and guided my hands to his cock. I jerked him eagerly with both hands as he continued to fondle my breasts. He thrust against my grip until a pool of his warm cum had collected in the crevice between my breasts. Five of the guys had cum. Four more were eager to do the same. Mr. "Winning Personality" laid down on his back on the floor and I straddled him with my legs folding down on the floor beside his body as his six inch penis found a home inside me. I eagerly bounced up and down on him as he grabbed my ass cheeks and held on for dear life. Soon another guy was coming up behind me, applying more jelly to my rosebud and then propelling his way inside of my ass. With two cocks already inside of me, a third was presented to my face. I happily sucked away on it as the guys behind me and under me pounded away. I wish I could have seen what all of that looked like. Wonder Woman with a hard dick in each orifice. With my skirt sliding down over the top of my butt, it must have been a sight. I almost wish Ifd taped it, though Ifm glad I didnft since Ifm sure it would be all over the internet today if I had. "Alright guys, letfs coordinate this one," I said. "I want you all to fill Wonder Woman at once. Let me feel what itfs like to be saturated with cum." I said it mostly as an unrealistic challenge. I never dreamed theyfd actually pull it off. But sure enough, all three of them began to cum all at once, filling my ass, my pussy, and my mouth with hot sticky cum. The thrill and shock of their synchronized release sent me into my third orgasm of the night. After they finished, I rolled over onto the floor, feeling spent but happy. But I wasnft done yet. There was one guy left to please. Aaron, the movie theaterfs completely ineffective security guard. He was no bigger than the other guys and he spent more time outside smoking then he did actually making sure the theater was secure. But he was a sweetheart, just like the other guys. He was scruffy on his cheeks from not having shaved that day. He also had the cutest dimples. "Alright," I said, getting up on my feet and facing Aaron. "How do you want me?" "In every way possible," he said. "But I donft want to have sex with Wonder Woman. I want to have sex with Lynda. Beautiful, lovely Lynda. Take off the costume." It was the sweetest thing anyone had said yet. He could have charmed the pants off me, if they hadnft already come off a long time ago. As it was, he charmed me out of the rest of my clothes. With a little help from the guys, and a few quick but fun gropes, I was soon standing naked in front of Aaron. "Do you like what you see?" I said. I was feeling a little vulnerable, standing there without the guise of Wonder Woman to protect me. "Do I ever," Aaron said. He pushed me back down onto the couch guided his cock into me, fucking me hard missionary style. He didnft just thrust in and out but also side to side, driving me wild with feeling of his cock pressing against the inner walls of my pussy. "Ifm getting close," he said. "But Ifm not ready to cum just yet." He pulled out gently and then stood in front of me. Hastily, he beckoned me to get down on my knees. "I want your mouth all over me," he said. I wasted no time, grabbing the shaft and running my tongue over the head of his penis. His cock was long. I was almost afraid I wouldnft get the whole thing in my mouth. But I wanted to try. It took all my concentration not to gag, but finally I had the whole of him inside my mouth. I could feel the tip of his dick just barely tickling my throat. Pulling out of my mouth, he turned around and leaned over, placing his ass in my face. He didnft need to instruct me. It was my pleasure to slip my tongue between his ass cheeks and greedily lap away. This Ifd done once before with a lover, though Ifd sworn Ifd never do it again. It had seemed so disgusting and degrading before. But in this context, with this man, it felt freeing. I was making myself submissive to him in the most intimate way possible, and I didnft feel the least bit bad about it. I felt even more like Wonder Woman now, despite the fact that I was naked as the day I was born. He turned back around and I immediately began sucking again on him fiercely. "I want to cum on your face, Lynda!" he screamed. I pulled my lips away from his cock and held my face under his cock with my mouth hanging open expectantly. It took him only two strokes to bring forth a deluge of cum that landed in my mouth, on my chin and my cheeks, and in my hair. I took my finger and spread it around a bit before attaching my mouth to his cock one more time to suck out the few remaining drops. This had been the best night of my life. I was sore, tired, and covered in cum, but I had loved every second of it. "Anyone up for round two?" I said, batting my eyelashes sheepishly. Every guy in the room had at least a round two and a round three before the night came to a close. This was my first big adventure with sex. But as I would soon discover, there was always more excitement just over the horizon...