“Alright, that’s 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’d 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’t feeling great about the day’s
performance. More than once the director had been
critical. As he probably should have been. My mind had
been elsewhere anyway. I’d just broken up with my
boyfriend the night before.
Or rather, he’d broken up with me. He’d said I wasn’t
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’t 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’m 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’t 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’re all out here,” I said, “who’s 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’t 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’t 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’s easy to see the signs.
He had a huge crush on me. But at the time, I was
afraid that maybe he didn’t like me. Or maybe he didn’t
like girls at all.
“Seriously, Lynda, you really look great today,” said
Jeremy. “It’s amazing. You look better and better every
time we see you.”
Now I was the one blushing. “Thanks, Jeremy. That’s
sweet.”
“To say you look great is an understatement,” said Mel.
“You look fantastic. You’ve got to be, hands down, the
prettiest girl in show business.”
He was flattering me. I knew it. But I wasn’t 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'”
“Oh,” I said, “What’s 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’s just down the street. And we were
sort of wondering if you’d 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’t nice guys.
But because the five or six years between us in age
seemed like a massive difference back then. Besides, I
didn’t know these guys all that well. I would joke with
them when I’d come to see a movie, but most of the time
I was hanging out with Hollywood types, schmoozing with
the stars. These guys didn’t know a thing about life in
that world.
But then again, I thought, maybe that’s just what I’ve
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’d run into these guys I’d
been feeling pretty down in the dumps. Now I was
starting to feel like things were going to be ok.
“Alright, boys, you’re on,” I said.
All three of them looked startled. They’d never
expected this would be the day I’d finally say yes.
“Really?” said Jeremy. “You’re seriously going to come
and hang out with us.”
“Sure,” I said. “Sounds like fun. I’m only going to
stay for a little bit though, ok? Maybe even just one
drink.”
“Oh, that’s fine with us,” said Mel. “We’re excited
that you’re 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’s just one more
thing.”
“What’s 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’t 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’d 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’s 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’t quite tell.
Mel was with the guys on the couch. Jack was in the
beanbag chair. Three of the other guys were ones I’d
seen around the movie theater, either working or
hanging out. The other three guys I’d 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’d
forgotten the plastic red earrings, but nobody seemed
to mind. All eyes were on me. You could have heard a
pin drop.
“What’s 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’d
decided to play a card game. I don’t 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’m 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’m going to be honest with
you. I’ve had a particularly shitty day. I’m 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’t 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’t until Mel spoke
that things got good.
“I absolutely adore your breasts,” he said. “They’re 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’ll
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’s cute little ass. Seriously,
you have the best looking butt I’ve ever seen. When I
see you on television, I always just want to grab your
butt and spank it!”
“Aren’t we a wild one,” I said. The talk was getting
dirtier but I wasn’t getting offended. If anything, I
was getting turned on. I hadn’t 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’s 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’t
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’t said anything about me yet was
Jack. He’d 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’t 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’d at least make something up. My smile
faded.
Jeremy seemed to notice right away that I was suddenly
becoming unhappy. Perhaps that’s why he was so quick to
rat out his friend.
“Oh, come on, Jack, you’re the most Wonder Woman
obsessed guy on the planet,” Jeremy said.
“Shut up, Jeremy!” said Jack.
This was a secret that Jack obviously didn’t want
revealed. Normally I would have respected his wishes.
But at the moment, I wanted’ perhaps needed to hear
more.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“When you’re not around, he goes on about you
constantly,” Mel volunteered. “He’s seen every episode
this season twice.”
Jack’s mouth dropped. He was flabbergasted and
embarrassed.
“It’s 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’t believe
what I was hearing. All this time I’d 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’s leg. “It’s ok,
sweetie,” I said. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.
Truth be told, I think you’re 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’t rejected
him. He was happy and relieved to a degree I probably
can’t imagine.
“So come on,” I said. “Don’t keep us all guessing. What
do you think is sexiest about me?”
Jack seemed to grow a little tense again. “It’s a
little weird,” he said. “You probably don’t want to
know.”
“Oh, believe me, I do,” I said. “You’ve 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’d 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’d always thought I’d 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’ll think is weird,” Jack said.
“It was the fact that you were barefoot. You have such
amazing, pretty, sexy feet. When I’m alone at home, I
watch the tape where you’re 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’t 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’ve been in these boots all night,” I said,
suddenly a bit embarrassed at my brashness. “I hope
they aren’t 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’re memorizing what they look like so you can touch
yourself later, aren’t you,” I said.
Jack didn’t 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’t know how long this
fantasy would last and he didn’t want to miss a second.
“Why don’t you touch yourself now,” I said. I could
hardly believe it when the words left my mouth. I
wasn’t 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’t 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’s 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’s 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’t 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’re 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’d 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’t 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’s
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’s 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’ve 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’s 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’d 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’d 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’s 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’s 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’m 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’d taped it, though
I’m glad I didn’t since I’m sure it would be all over
the internet today if I had.
“Alright guys, let’s coordinate this one,” I said. “I
want you all to fill Wonder Woman at once. Let me feel
what it’s like to be saturated with cum.”
I said it mostly as an unrealistic challenge. I never
dreamed they’d 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’t done yet. There was one guy left to
please. Aaron, the movie theater’s 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’t 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’t 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’t
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’m getting close,” he said. “But I’m 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’t 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’t need to
instruct me. It was my pleasure to slip my tongue
between his ass cheeks and greedily lap away. This I’d
done once before with a lover, though I’d sworn I’d
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’t 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…