Not well, to put it mildly

As Wonder Woman continued frenching me on my girlfriend's couch, my mind was racing a mile a minute. My first though was holy shit Wonder Woman is kissing me!, though the fact that she was forcing herself on me was causing fear to overshadow any possible excitement I'd otherwise have for this completely unbelievable event. My next thought was, oddly enough, am I tripping right now? Sure I felt completely sober, but Wonder Woman looked **** just before she started getting really ****-y, and the most likely culprit at the moment was the pizza we had both been eating. So if she had managed to get **** from it, I almost certainly should have been as well.

Unless... maybe it was some kind of **** that only affects Amazons. If that were the case though, then whoever was doing this had to be deliberately targeting Wonder Woman, which meant this had to be the work of one of her villains, like Cheetah or... or... fuck, what other villains does Wonder Woman have? I've seen Wonder Woman fight a ton of villains with the Justice League, but at the moment I couldn't think of any villains who were Wonder Woman's specifically. She had to have more villains than just Cheetah, right? I couldn't really imagine the near feral cat woman doing something as sneaky and insidious as this... although the mental image of her disguised as a pizza girl was both hilarious and a little bit sexy.

Wonder Woman pulled back and frowned, finally noticing that I wasn't as into this as she was. Picking up her lasso, which was still looped around my ankle, she asked, "Is something on your mind, Charlie?"

"Cheetah dressed as a pizza girl," I blurted out.

She blinked, "What? Why are you... nevermind. It seems like I'll need to use my 'secret weapon' to get you back on track."

For a brief moment I took that statement literally, nervously wondering what other artifact she might have on her person that she was planning to use on me. Then I saw her reach behind the corset of her uniform, and started debating whether I would have preferred her pulling out a magic artifact or not.

With seconds before I would have a topless woman sitting on me, I managed to **** out, "Wait!"

Wonder Woman paused, her hands still behind her back, "What's wrong?"

"This!" I said, before doing my best to elaborate, "You and me! I don't want this. I don't want to betray Kara."

Wonder Woman slowly lowered her hands, "I see. You still think you are in love with her."

"Yes, I... wait, think I am?"

"Mmhmm..." she purred, rubbing her free hand up my arm, "You said it yourself, you never felt this strongly about anyone else before, so you don't know for certain if what you're feeling for her is love or not. Your problem is that you're inexperienced."

She gripped my arm and leaned in, her voice dropping to a sensual whisper, "I, on the other hand, am very experienced when it comes to love. So I'm going to administer a little test."

"T-Test?"

Wonder Woman gave me a gentle, motherly smile, "Yes, Charlie, a test. It's very simple. If I can't make you orgasm by the end of the night, it'll be clear that your love for Kara is true. But if I do make you cum..."

Her smile turns predatory, "...then it'll be clear to both of us what you really want."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. That pizza was definitely **** with something, and whatever was in it drove Wonder Woman insane. After she was done with this 'test' she'd probably kidnap me and tie me to her bed with that damn Lasso and **** the everloving shit out of me non-stop until one of us died.

Looking over her shoulder and seeing that the skylight was still open, I wondered whether Kara or Superman's super-hearing would be able to pick me up if I screamed for her as loudly as I could. Very quickly I decided that would be a terrible idea, as even if one of them did hear me it'd probably take them a few minutes to get here, and who knows what this crazed Wonder Woman would do to me in the meantime. My best bet for the moment was to try and stall for time until help arrived, and failing that, play along and keep myself in one piece.

"Wonder Woman-"

"Please, call me Diana," she said with a chilling calmness.

"D-Diana," I stammered, gathering what little courage I had left, "Listen to me, I think you've been ****. You're not in your right mind."

Wonder Woman's hands went to her back, and as she resumed undoing her top she said, "But I feel fine, Charlie. Fantastic even. And my mind is as clear as a summer day. Yours, on the other hand, is in for the shock of its young life." And with that, she removed the corset, revealing her naked breasts.

I wish I could tell you I looked away in that moment, out of respect for my girlfriend. But alas, I was not that strong, and truth be told those tits were gorgeous. They were obviously bigger than Kara's, possibly two whole cup sizes bigger, and while they appeared to have weight to them they didn't sag or droop. They were each capped with round, dark brown areola and rock hard nipples that seemed almost as eager to touch me as the woman they were attached to.

Seeing my slack-jawed reaction, Wonder Woman's eyes lit up with excitement, "You can touch them if you want. In fact, I insist you do."

My hands started to lift towards them, almost of their own accord, but I managed to stop them, barely. Seeing my hesitation, Wonder Woman gently took my hands into her own and guided them to her breasts. At this point primal instinct took over, and I started gently kneading the two orbs of supple flesh in my hands. They felt amazing, with the perfect balance of plushness and firmness that caused me to instantly get hard.

I felt my dick rub the back of Wonder Woman's beautiful ass, and judging from how she squirmed against it she felt it too. She let out a low moan, then dropped her corset to the ground with a dull thud and picked up that accursed lasso once more, "What do you think of my breasts, Charlie?"

"They're perfect," I replied, already hating how true that statement was.

"Some people say that my body was sculpted from clay by the queen of the Amazons herself, and blessed by all of the Greek goddesses to be the pinnacle of femininity." She smirked, "That's not quite true of course, but I have been blessed by Aphrodite with great beauty... among other things. Would you like me to show you?"

"Yes," I was compelled to answer, and slower than I would have liked to I added, "But... but I don't want to cheat on Kara."

"We'll see how long that lasts," she said, before asking, "Has Kara ever given you a boobjob before?"

"No," I admitted.

"I didn't think so," she said, "Even if she was willing to do it, I doubt hers would be big enough to give you a good one. Mine on the other hand..."

She firmly guided me back up into a sitting position before sliding herself off my body and down onto the floor in front of me. She pushed the coffee table away with one hand to make room, then put her hands on my legs and said, "First though, we need a bit of... lubrication."

With that, she tore the front of my sweatpants and the underwear beneath them open to expose my erect cock. She licked her lips at the sight, then engulfed it in her mouth. And I hate to admit it, but her blowjob skills blew Kara's out of the water. It only took seconds of her noisily slurping on my phallus before I felt like I was ready to pop, but before I could she pulled herself off with a 'pop', leaving a trail of ruby red lipstick along my shaft.

"You know, I could probably make you cum in my mouth and end our little game right now," she mused, "But as delicious as that would be, because by Zeus does your cock taste divine, I want to have just a bit more fun first. Besides, I couldn't rob you of the chance to experience these glorious babies now could I?"

I tried to **** out some sort of response, but any words I could have possibly said to her died in my throat when she wrapped her luscious tits around my cock. She started moving them up and down, gently at first but picking up in speed as my pleasure began to build. I held out as long as I could, but my efforts ended up being in vain, as eventually I erupted all over the top of her glorious chest.

"Uh oh," she said teasingly, "Looks like you couldn't resist me after all."

Even though I knew from the start that there was no way I would be able to stop myself from cumming once she got started, I still felt devastated. Naive as it might sound, there was some small part of me that hoped that my feelings for Kara would somehow let me hold out, if not all night, then at least until she got here. But unlike her, I didn't have perfect control of every muscle in my body, and at least one of those muscles desired the woman in front of me.

"Did you enjoy that, Charlie?" she asked me.

"Y-Yes," I said, without thinking.

"Wonderful," she said, with that motherly smile of hers, "And I didn't even have to use the Lasso this time for you to admit it."

My eyes darted down in a panic, only to confirm that both of her hands were on my thighs, and neither one was holding the Lasso of Truth. Dammit, I'd gotten so used to being **** to tell the truth that I must have just done it as a reflex.

And yes, I realized with a sinking feeling, it was the truth. Because as much as I wanted to remain a loyal and loving boyfriend to Kara... that was one amazing fucking titjob.

Wonder Woman crawled back up onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips as my deflating dick smeared her star-spangled panties with a mixture of cum, lipstick, and saliva. Still smiling, she cooed, "It's alright, Charlie. Your love for Kara might not have been as true as you wished, but rest assured I will still love you even if she no longer does."

My face paled at this, "Wh-What? You... love me?"

"I realized it while I was giving you the boobjob," she explained, "At first I thought I just wanted you to fuck me, but being on my knees in front of you, seeing how much pleasure I could give you, in that moment it all made sense. I was meant to be yours, and you were meant to be mine..."

"No," I whispered, "No no no no, you're not... you can't be..."

"Why not?" she asked, "I think Kara would say that love at first sight is real, wouldn't she? Growing up, my mother told me it is how Aphrodite herself tells someone that they won't find anyone more perfect for them. And by the gods you are perfect Charlie, no matter how much you might want to deny it. So really, you'll just have to accept it."

She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the neck, "I." Another kiss, this one on the cheek, "Love." She pressed her lips against mine again for a brief moment, "You."

She then started lavishing my body with kisses, grinding her body against me in need as she did so. But I hardly noticed. I was too focused on leaning my head back to look at the open skylight, through which I saw the silhouette of Supergirl hovering in the night sky, illuminated only by the red glow beginning to emit from her eyes.