Switching channels to something wet and wonderful

“We should give them some privacy,” Batman decided, though his finger hovered over the keyboard without tapping it.

“They don’t really look like they need any,” Batgirl sounded distinctly out of breath as her huge tits rose and sank dramatically enough that if she’d been standing a few feet further to her left, she’d been whacking the caped crusader and masked protector of Gotham over the head with them.

“Fuck me!” As if to prove Batgirl’s point, Catwoman cried out in a tone voice suggesting she wouldn’t have noticed if an entire camera team had been there recording Robin and her, with a play-by-play guy and colour commentator along for the ride.

“What’s that, kitty kat?” Robin asked Catwoman, and Batgirl sucked hard on her bottom lip to **** back the excited moan that she’d otherwise have let out, “Say it again for me.”

“Fuck my slutty ass, Robin!” The equipment recording it might not have been great, but filtered through the state-of-the-art sound system that was part of Batman’s surveillance set-up, Catwoman’s loud and lustful shriek was enough to make a few of the stalactites in the Batcave shake.

“Make me cum with your big dick in my ass!” A brief couple of seconds later, Catwoman’s follow-up nearly triggered the Batmobile’s burglar alarm.

“That’s enough of that,” Finally, Batman killed the feed, then shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Yeah, otherwise Alfred might show up and ask about the noise,” Despite the vast screen having gone dark, Batgirl kept staring at it. By now, she had her thighs pressed together and her open hands pressed against them.

“Yes,” His senses highly trained as they were, Batman couldn’t stop himself before inhaling and picking up a scent coming from Barbara that was quite new to the Batcave. Much like the stiffening of his penis, he steeled himself and ignored it.

“Well, if nothing serious is happening in Gotham,” Much to Batgirl’s credit, she didn’t interrupt Batman to laugh naughtily or say anything about something serious happening to Catwoman, “What’s the League up to?”

The screen flickered back to life, this time around to depict Earth, with several icons showing where the members of the Justice League were currently at.

“Hmm, this is odd,” Leaning forwards to strike his trademark pose of having his free hand against his chin, Batman looked harder at the screen.

“Those two, you mean?” Batgirl asked.

“Yes, odd that they’re both in the South Pacific, of all places,” Batman replied, “And practically on top of each other, too.”

“Can you hail them?”

“No answer, but there’s a satellite passing right over them...”

“It’s pretty nice to own an entire fleet of those, right?”

“It has its uses,” With a thin smile, Batman activated one of the high-powered surveillance cameras that he’d had fitted onto several of Wayne Telecommunications satellites and had the image up on the screen change again.

“Oh, wonderful...” He muttered, not three seconds later.

“Huh, they are on top of each other!” It was becoming harder for Batgirl to hide her excitement.

Two dolphins emerged to the surface a couple of hundred metres out in the ocean water from a small tropical island bathing in the early morning sun.

“So that’s where the trail ends,” Aquaman declared after coming up between them, his eyes narrowing in as he scanned the island’s shoreline for any sign of activity.

“We better hope we’re not too late,” Wonder Woman asked, popping her miniaturized rebreather off her face and letting go of one of the dorsal fin of the dolphin that she’d hitched a ride with.

“Yes,” Clinching his jaw for a second, Aquaman then turned to the pair of dolphins, “Jet, Ski, thanks for your help. We’ll take it from here.”

After quite a few respectful chattering noises directed to their king, Jet and Ski flapped their tails in the air and disappeared from view.

As she and Aquaman swam towards the shore, Diana felt apprehensive and worried. Although it looked not merely idyllic but more like a piece of paradise from a distance, it was impossible to tell. It could be the latest lair of some supervillain or ground zero of an extraterrestrial invasion or something equally disturbing. And Donna had gone there three days ago, and hadn’t been heard from since. That alone was terrifying, but that she’d done so without telling Diana about it was ever more so. Now, that thought that something horrific had happened kept churning round and round inside her head, prompting her to swim faster, until even Aquaman actually had to exert himself a little in order to keep pace.

Soft sand shifting slightly under her boots, Wonder Woman waded onto the deserted beach, her head turning and her eyes shifting from the palm treeline and the rocks and boulders strewn picturesquely along the waterline. It was all too tranquil and wonderful to be true, she thought whilst wiping strands of wet, shimmering black hair away from her gorgeous face.

“Aquaman, how could they just disappear for three days?” She’d meant it as question, but the follow-up gave it the ring of an accusation, “How could they do that, and we not know about it?”

“I was away, Diana,” Aquaman replied, his own concerns showing as he stepped two paces in front of Wonder Woman and subconsciously placed his hands on his hips and thrust out his broad, muscular chest, “And so were you.”

“That’s not an excuse,” Water dripping off her curvy frame, Diana walked up ahead again, still on the lookout for any sign of life on the island.

“It’s an explanation,” Aquaman’s voice was soft but his tone firm, “I couldn’t go off to search for Aqualad and let Black Manta extort the Netherlands any more than you could abandon your pursuit of Baron Blitzkrieg.”

“Is this the part where you remind me they’re grown-ups now and can look after themselves?” Wonder Woman didn’t particularly like it and recognized it might not be fair, but she could feel herself get angrier and angrier with Aquaman.

“We trained them well,” For a moment, Aquaman looked like he wasn’t going to say anything more, but then he changed the subject, “Where would you start looking for them?”

“High ground,” Nodding towards the mountain rising up towards the sky with the rest of the island shaped round it, Wonder Woman eased down from her worry and anger as her mind turned towards the practical matter of how to find Wonder Girl and Aqualad, “We start up there, we get the lay of the land and we look for any signs of life.”

“Right, you lead and I follow.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’ll try to keep up,” Despite her worry, Aquaman's comment did draw a smile from Diana, who cut across the beach with him close behind, the two of them set to push through the jungle and up the mountain.

They advanced without talking, Aquaman reminding Diana of how his tall, hugely muscular body belied how silently he could move as he kept a steady presence a few paces behind her, each of them ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.

That moment came as they were halfway up the mountain, when the sound of a woman screaming at the top of her lungs came towards them from further up.

“Donna!” Recognizing the source of the scream, Diana was up, Aquaman now really struggling to keep up as she pushed herself as hard as she could, charging through the dense undergrowth and through the narrow gaps between the palm trees without any concern for her own well-being. Now, Aquaman’s size put him at a disadvantage, but he in turned pushed himself hard to keep the distance between them from growing. As they rushed forwards, both of them remained very much aware of the loud screams that just kept coming at them.

Coming to a ledge in the rocky growth where the brushes and trees suddenly stopped, Wonder Woman’s instincts kicked in and stopped her from blurting out into the open. Instead, she held back and had her jaw drop at the sight that greeted from the other side of that ledge.

Below, in the bowl-like area surrounding a lake formed at the foot of a waterfall and which went on from there to become a stream that carried off down the mountain, were Wonder Girl and Aqualad. Alive and seemingly in good health.

They were also completely naked.

Aqualad was lying on his back a few feet from the crystal-clear water of the lake, while Donna was not so much straddling his waist as bouncing up and down on it, her full, round boobs bouncing along with the rest of her toned, tanned body as she brought herself down on top of him again and again.

“YES!!!!” Case in point, Donna let out a shriek as if she was worried that there were still a few exotic birds left somewhere on the island that she hadn’t screamed the shit out of yet, and followed up on it by releasing a gusher of clear juices to wash across the extremely well-defined muscles of Aqualad's stomach.

“That’s it, Donna!” From the sound of it, Aqualad wasn’t suffering either, “Ride me, fucking ride me as hard as you can!”

While her startled mind put a few things together to come up with the conclusion that it most definitely wasn’t pain that Donna had been screaming in, Diana opened her mouth wide and was just about to scream something herself when a huge, gloved hand came down across it while something equally huge pushed up against her from behind.

Instinctively, Diana pushed back, catching her attacker off-guard and having him plunge backwards as he lost his footing. But since he didn’t let go, that meant that they were both now tumbling down the mountain, which they did with Donna both trying to break free of her opponent and subdue him.

Eventually, they came to a halt, with Diana on top, straddling her opponent not quite like Donna was straddling Aqualad.

“Arthur?!” Diana’s second surprise in as many minutes came finding out that her assailant had been none other than Aquaman.

“You were going to scream,” From all appearances, Aquaman was taking being wrestled halfway down a mountain by an amazon in stride.

“Well… yes!” Flustered and with her own pair of huge, round boobs rising up and down inside her top due to the strain of pushing herself that hard, Diana tensed up recognizing that she had a very large, very thick bulge pressing against her most intimate area from below.

“We shouldn’t give ourselves away just yet,” Aquaman insisted, “Something on this island could be controlling them.”

“What, like Doctor Poison using mind control **** to make them… do that?” While saying that, Wonder Woman told herself with as much conviction as she could muster that it was just a muscle spasm that had made her rub her booty shorts-clad pussy against the coiled-up shape of Aquaman’s thick rod.

“I know it sounds implausible...”

“Because they looked completely out of control to me!” Despite having just witnessed it for a matter of five seconds at most, the image of Donna riding Aqualad stayed with her like it had been etched onto her corneas.

“Diana,” Shifting underneath Wonder Woman, Aquaman started out by trying and failing to avert his eyes from her chest, then practically grabbing himself by his chin and pushing his head up, “We should...”

“Yes?” Another ‘muscle spasm’ made Diana write on top of Arthur as her eyes drank in his handsome face and the way in which his chiselled chest, tree-trunk arms and powerful stomach filled out the top of his uniform.

“...scout the area, make sure they’re safe,” Aquaman squeezed the words out just like he squeezed his hands into tight fists while he dug two holes in the ground with the heels of his feet.

“Uh-huh,” Of course he wanted to look out for Donna and Aqualad, Diana thought. Because he was Aquaman: brave and noble and courteous and handsome and hung like a fucking horse.

That final thought made her gasp hard, with the gasp growing louder and lustier as she heaved herself tighter against the swelling shape of his cock. Then, somehow, she managed to pull herself off him and get back on her feet. The first thing Diana did once she was upright again was to adjust her top, with said adjustment primarily consisting of her yanking on it until her nipples were at risk of popping free.

That the situation they now found themselves was quite surreal was underlined by the sound of Donna screaming in ecstasy as Aquaman got back up as well, the pair of superheroes looking coyly at each other for a moment before Wonder Woman took the lead. With her in front and Aquaman bringing up the rear, they began working their way round the lake in a clockwise motion, moving slowly and on the lookout for any signs of danger.

“Yes!” However, while being on the lookout for the danger was something Diana was very accustomed to, this was the first she’d have to do it within earshot of her protégé riding someone’s dick and loving every second of it.

“Shit, Garth, I love riding your big dick! Every! Fucking! Second of it!” Or at least, that was what she claimed. Or screamed, actually.

“Keep going, Donna!” The sound of something being slapped quite hard that followed Aqualad’s reply actually got Wonder Woman to freeze up for a second, “Don’t stop till you’ve squirted all over me!”

“Fuck! Spank me, Garth!” The sound of Donna’s loud, excited voice coming at her again made Diana go from standing still and motionless to groaning while her hips twitched in a way that had her firm, heart-shaped swinging right and left. From somewhere close behind her, Aquaman groaned too.

“Slap that fucking ass!” With Wonder Girl unwittingly continuing to show her a side that Diana had never imagined the freshly turned eighteen-year old had, Diana **** her feet back into motion and tried once more not to listen to her ward’s spirited dirty talk, “Make it shine bright red!”

“I’m gonna do a lot more than just slap it!” Aqualad promised, prompting Donna’s screams to get louder and more excited, enough so that they nearly overpowered the sound of her cheeks being on the receiving end of one firm blow after another.

“Mmm… Lick it, stretch it, FUCK IT!!!!” Making her desires on what Garth should do to her delectable bubble butt known, Donna was unaware of the relief that Diana felt at Aquaman and her approaching the stream that turned into a waterfall supplying the lake, where the sound of running water at least made it a little harder for them to overhear her.

“So, anything yet?” Aquaman cleared his throat and asked as they carefully traversed the stream’s clear, sun-warmed water.

“Uh-uh,” Shaking her head, Diana made a conscious effort not to look over her shoulder at Aquaman, “You?”

“No,” With his experience, Aquaman could just about combine stealing lustful but not entirely voluntary glances at Wonder Woman’s shorts-clad ass with remaining on the lookout for hidden cameras, **** field emitters or any other signs of foul play. He did nearly slip and fall on his ass in the stream though.

“Yes! Yes! FUCKING YEEEEEESSSSS!!!!” As they came down the other side of the lake, Donna’s screams had gotten louder, and a sudden drop in the boulder-reinforced ledge allowed Diana and Arthur to see why. She was now on her back, or rather her shoulder blades, her legs thrown over each other and pressed up against Aqualad’s waist, even if that couldn’t stop him from pounding her pussy hard.

“That’s it!” Aqualad fired back, his voice more strained than before while his ripped stomach was streaked with gushers of Donna’s girlcum, “Cum for me, you hot Amazon slut!”

“Yes!” Pussy juices still being violently ejected from her pink pussy, Donna seemed to do so something that made Garth slow down as a gargled groan was pushed out of his throat, “Fill me up! Pump me full!”

“Fuck!” Despite the going obviously getting harder, Garth kept at it, his definition becoming more pronounced as he refused to let Donna bring him to a halt.

“Give your naughty Amazon slut a swollen belly!” That was enough to make Diana gasp, and to make Garth do a lot more than that.

“Take it!” His face locked in a strained grimace that involved his jaw and his eyebrows pushed forwards, Aquaman slammed into Wonder Girl’s quivering, girlcum-spewing slit by one jerky thrust of his hips after another, “Take every last drop!”

“Yes!” Donna might have wanted to, but already fresh jizz was dripping out of her over-stuffed sex, being pumped into the open by Garth’s actions and through the releases of clear ejaculate that she was still producing.

“Gods...” Diana was gasping again as she took in the sight of her protégé naked, trembling and covered in sweat, groping her own tits and cumming while Aqualad let loose shot upon shot deep inside her.

“Ahum, yes...” Though normally so proud and booming, Aquaman’s voice was now barely more than a whisper.

Neither of them said anything more, but rather remained transfixed as they watched how Aqualad unloaded completely inside Donna, who appeared to be riding a wave of orgasmic bliss the whole time, before finally the studly young hero let out a weathered groan and proceeded to disentangle himself from the increasingly lax lock that Donna had him in with her legs and instead drop back onto his back.

“That was fantastic,” Any lingering ideas that Diana and Arthur might have had about them being under the influence of some outside agency was severely weakened when, in the wake of their shared orgasm that had seen her filled past the brim with hot, thick cum, Wonder Girl rolled over onto her side and cuddled up next to Aqualad, lazily dropping a hand onto his girlcum-soaked stomach.

“Absolutely,” His dick not showing any signs of softening, especially not with Donna teasing it by dancing her fingertips around it without making contact, Aqualad happily stretched himself out and wrapped the arm she’d positioned herself against around her.

“What do you think they’d say if they could see us?” Donna asked, right before unleashing a naughty giggle that was both familiar and completely alien to Diana.

“Who?”

“Oh come on...” Donna scoffed, “One of them's the King of Atlantis, the other’s the Champion of the Amazons.”

“Oh, you mean them!” Aqualad’s predilection for bone-dry sarcasm, however, was in no way alien to Arthur, “Well, Aquaman would definitely be going something like: ‘Great work, Aqualad! But next time, you’d do well to remember the clitoris!’. He’s a perfectionist, I guess.”

“And he’s right, too!” The naughty giggle made a second showing, albeit bubblier now than last time.

“Hey! Because clearly, you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“Okay, so maybe I did, just a little,” Now almost touching Aqualad’s balls with her fingers, Donna placed a kiss on Garth’s chest.

“A little?” One of the young man’s eyebrows shot up as he offered the black-haired, buxom bombshell nestled up beside him a cocky smile, “I’m just lucky I wasn’t wearing my uniform with how much you enjoyed yourself.”

“What, isn’t it water-proof?” Donna teased.

“Fair point! So, what about Wonder Woman?” Taking the teasing on the chin, Aqualad prodded Wonder Girl.

“If she saw me like this?” Even from a distance and while trying to duck out of the so as to not be seen and undoubtedly be subjected to the most awkward conversation of her life, Diana could see that Donna was smiling shamelessly, “She’d have to rediscover her ability to speak before she’d say anything.”

“Really?” Much like his penis, Aqualad’s eyebrow stayed up.

“Uh-huh,” By now, Donna went on to stroke Garth’s balls, “I love Diana like a sister, but she’s got her sexuality so repressed I’m amazed she hasn’t exploded yet.”

“We better hope Aquaman doesn’t find out, or he’d rush in and gladly take the blow so as to save the world from losing one of its greatest heroes,” That comment from Aqualad resulted in an embarrassed, barely audible cough coming from right next to Diana, “And he’d be completely sincere about it too.”

“Speaking about Amazons ready to explode,” In the blink of an eye, Donna went from stroking to possessively fondling Garth’s heavy balls, “I know of one whose ready to do just that if someone doesn’t stick his big, sexy dick up her ass soon.”

“Good thing you’ve gotten it so wet then,” With his arm already wrapped around her, Garth reached in and copped a good feel of one of Donna’s huge, round tits.

“Mmm, and hard as a rock,” Without any hesitation whatsoever, Donna put her hand on her lover’s cock and gave it a few slow, deeply appreciative pumps of her wrist.

“Roll over on your side, babe,” Aqualad growled as Donna stroked him, “And I’ll give you what you want.”

In a state where she wouldn’t be surprised if her face was as white as a sheet even with her cheeks being burning hot, Diana sent a nervous glance Aquaman’s way and didn’t need more than that to get his attention. A quick look was all it took them to nod their heads in agreement and meekly slip away from their lookout position.

“Fuck my ASS!” After covering a few paces, Aquaman and Wonder Woman both nearly lost their footing as Donna screamed blissfully and at the top of her lungs.

Much like the one up it, the journey down the side of the mountain was done in silence, albeit for a very different reason. Rather than anticipating battle and concerning herself with Wonder Girl’s well-being, Diana was now trying very hard to process the last half-hour of her life. She started out flabbergasted by what she’d seen, and hadn’t moved on very far from that by the time they’d reached the beach where their footsteps were still in place leading up from the water’s edge.

“Diana, are you all right?” The sound of Aquaman’s voice roused Diana from her thoughts. And when she looked over at him, something snapped.

Without her fully realising what she was doing, Diana found herself closing the small gap between her and the hunky superhero, who for his part turned to face her head-on.

That feeling between her legs that had followed the initial shock of catching Donna getting fucked hard and lovingly grew exponentially stronger the moment Diana’s tits touched against the top of Arthur’s stomach and were pushed back and to the sides by the rigidity of all those well-defined muscles. As she dropped her head back as invitation for him to kiss her, a wet patch had started forming on the front of her shorts.

The moment their lips made contact, Diana lost herself completely in the moment, using her tongue as if trying to establish dominance over Aquaman and throwing herself at him with gusto, like she hoped to achieve the impossible by mashing her huge boobs flat against his rock-hard stomach and chest.

Aquaman weathered the challenge from Diana both by using his own tongue to meet her thrusts and by bringing his hands into play. Planting them one each on those glorious asscheeks honed to perfection through her divine origins and near-fanatical workout regimen, he used his hold to pull her in closer, then made her groan by stabbing forwards with his hips.

A quiver danced through Wonder Woman’s body at the pronounced throbbing of Aquaman’s cock, her excitement rising rapidly and driving her into breaking off the short but intense kiss to instead paw at the shirt-part of his uniform and then tear it in two once she’d gotten a good enough grip to do so. When it came apart to reveal Arthur’s powerful chest and equally ripped stomach, both key parts of a physique that was so masculine it made Diana weak at the knees, she cooed with lust and discovered herself licking her plump lips.

His expression much firmer than before and with a new emotion showing on his face, Aquaman first yanked off the remains of the top half of his uniform, then reached out, got his hands on Wonder Woman’s top and was already growling as he burrowed his fingers inside it. With his hold of it firmly established, he needed just a few determined tugs and thrusts to rip the front of Wonder Woman’s top clean in two, with the **** employed by him in doing so causing her tits to bounce as they came free.

“Take me, Arthur,” Hearing herself say that made Diana clamp her thighs together and rub them to tease her juicing slit. As if that wasn’t enough, she grabbed onto the sides of her shorts and tugged them upwards until the outline of her pussy was presented to Aquaman as it peeked out from between her toned thighs.

“I will,” Nodding at Diana, Aquaman began stripping out of his boots.

“Wait...” Once he’d gotten that far, Diana interrupted him, “Let me...”

“Gladly,” Straightening back up and presenting himself to Diana through a wide stance, Aquaman opened his hands and moved them next to his hips.

Her heart racing and the dark nipples that crowned her tits so stiff and sensitive that the air brushing against them with each step she took made her gasp, Diana stepped up directly in front of Aquaman. Then, her pulse went even faster as she dropped onto her knees to bring her face up close to the thick bulge running down the inside of his right leg.

“Wow...” Drawn in further, Diana wetted her lips and puckered them right before they made contact with the shaft of Aquaman’s cock, making him release a very happy-sounding gasp as she kissed it through the impressively stretchable fabric of his pants. Through them, she could still feel the heat radiating from his hard member, which caused her now soaking pussy to tighten up like she was already trying to milk him with it.

“Aquaman...” Almost regretting not stripping down completely and asking him to fuck – that term popped up naturally in her head – her straight away, Diana dug her fingers down the front of his pants and glanced up at his face somewhere above all those hard, thick muscles of his chest and stomach.

“Pull them down, Diana,” Again, there was that firm edge to Aquaman’s voice, without getting pushy, that left her even more excited.

“Yes...” Nodding her head as vigorously as she dared without risking headbutting Arthur in the dong, Diana proceeded to inch his pants down, and was on the verge of drooling when the base of his cock finally came into view right after she’d discovered that he was in fact a natural blonde.

“Oh yes...” Not really noticing that she’d started repeating herself, Diana continued pulling down Aquaman’s pants, the already noticeable heaving of her seriously sizeable chest becoming more and more pronounced as inch after inch of thick, engorged cockmeat became exposed as part of their descent.

“Fuck!” Finally, after the raised brim of its head coming into view had caused her to push on faster, Diana cried out much louder when Aquaman’s whole schlong sprang up to assume a position of projecting out from between his legs so far that it was only her reflexes that allowed her to yank her head out of the way and avoid getting struck by it.

“Diana, language, please,” It was impossible to tell whether or not Arthur was joking.

“What’s wrong with my language?” Emboldened by what she’d just done and light-headed from everything bubbling and going round inside her, Diana formed her soft, full lips into a naughty smile that left her feeling even friskier.

“It’s filthy,” Aquaman’s façade was almost cracking, “Someone should plug your mouth shut if you keep that up.”

That prompted Diana to look down at the flared head of Arthur’s dong standing out into the air just underneath her nose. That could definitely shut her up, she thought. In fact, if there was one problem with the entire situation, it was that she was far from certain that she’d be able to accommodate not just that thick, meaty, rounded head glistening with precum and looking so delicious, but those thick, muscular inches of meat that never seemed to end as well. Quite frankly, she’d never seen anyone that big before.

“Fucking shut me up then,” Underneath that bravado – backed up by her caressing the flawless orbs of tanned, ripe flesh that were her tits and paying particular attention to her stiff nipples – Diana was trying her utmost to relax her jaw in the hopes that that would be enough to let her accommodate Aquaman’s girth.

“Maybe I will,” One small step forwards was all Aquaman needed to have the wet crown of his schlong rubbing against Diana’s pillowy lips, which soon were glistening with the precum that was pouring out through the hole at the tip of his smooth, rounded cockend, “Open wide...”

Doing precisely that, Diana tensed up again but focused on keeping her mouth gaping as Arthur fed the business-end of his absolutely humongous fucktool in past her lips. As her gob became packed with hot, slick meat that weighed down on her tongue, all that excitement got her to a point where merely playing with her boobs wasn’t good enough.

Instantly recognizing a much better use of her hands, Diana got them both round the trunk of Arthur’s dong and struggled in vain to get either set of thumb and index finger to connect before giving up on that pursuit and instead proceeding to rhythmically pump her wrists back and forth, back and forth as Arthur groaned in appreciation and more of his tasty precum spilled onto the back of her tongue, from where it then trickled down her throat.

“I’d say you’re a natural, Diana,” Along with that piece of praise, Aquaman moved his hips for the first time since settling his cockhead inside her mouth, making Wonder Woman moan hard round the plump crown of his member as he brought it forwards in one half-sliding, half-pushing motion that didn’t end until it became lodged against the back of her throat.

Her maw now completely stuffed full and her wetness starting to pour through the front of her shorts in response to her being in this position, stripped from the waist up and squatting in front of such an absolute hunk of a man, Diana began to suck harder on Arthur’s cock while the sliding of her hands over his shaft went by faster and faster.

But before Wonder Woman got to find out if she had what it took to squeeze that huge slab of manmeat down her gullet, Aquaman put both his hands on her head and held it firmly whilst pulling back to reveal how now the business-end of his fuckpiece was dripping wet with Amazon spit, rather than precum.

Nor did she get the opportunity to catch her breath before Arthur had pulled her back up on her feet. And as easily as he’d done that, he spun her round and pulled her in close.

“Fuck!” Diana’s excited scream was provoked in part by the feel of Aquaman’s cock against her heart-shaped ass, in part by him seizing hold of the sides of her small shorts and needing just a pull each of each of his arms to have them go the way of her already completely torn-apart top.

The moment Diana had been rendered naked, with nothing beyond her tiara, her bracelets and her boots left of her iconic outfit and with absolutely nothing left to protect the modesty that she’d temporarily given up on completely, clear juices started to stream down her shapely thighs from her pussy, the bald lips of which were darkened and pulled apart as if to let all that wetness come pouring out into the open.

“Y-you expect me to run around naked?” Wonder Woman gasped, her already unsteady voice becoming substantially more so when Aquaman slid the trunk of his upturned schlong into the deep, narrow gulf separating her asscheeks.

“Not run,” Planting his huge, meaty hands on Diana’s tits and grinning happily at the discovery that said hands still weren’t big enough, Aquaman pushed forwards a little harder before going on to press Diana back onto the ground.

This time, rather than squatting with him towering over her, Diana ended up on her hands and knees with Arthur very much and very noticeably behind her, with his rock-hard erection still throbbing between her buttocks.

“Do it, Arthur,” Aroused to the point of trembling as Aquaman began moving his cock back through her ass cleavage and over her puckered little bung, Diana was groaning before going on to almost scream, “Fuck me!”

Rushing to get his dick lined up properly, Aquaman then wasted no time in doing exactly as Wonder Woman asked, and in a matter of moments she was definitely screaming – loudly and incoherently – as he thrust his way forwards and stopped the flow of juices from her honeypot by blocking it with the first few inches of his cock.

“Fuck me!” Diana cried out again, as her inhibitions shattered completely at the sensation of Aquaman entering her. So good was the experience of the first few inches of his fat, hard cock burrowing their way inside her that it caused her to buck back violently with her hips so as to bring him several inches deeper, at which point her juices were pouring out round his cock, no matter how tight the gap through which they had to escape was.

“Take me like a bitch in heat!” The cause of Diana’s third deeply lustful shriek was the fact that here she was, being taken doggy-style by the biggest, thickest and sexiest cock she’d ever seen, and it was delivered at the same time as Aquaman plunged forwards a second time to give her a first proper taste of that superhuman strength that he possessed.

“I’ll do just that!” Aquaman promised, grabbing hold of Diana’s waist and slamming his way in deeper, packing her pussy with yet more cock and leaving her to pant with her mouth wide-open and her eyes closed. His next thrust saw her lolling about aimlessly with her tongue.

“Yes!” However, Diana soon regained enough of her composure to start over spewing high-spirited filth as her soaked cunt was stuffed further and her body rocked back and forth from the momentum of Aquaman’s mighty thrusts, “Fuck me hard, you bastard!”

“Fuck your Amazon slut!” Diana didn’t usually drink, but the state she’d now entered as the inches kept coming and the juices kept pouring could be likened to being drunk, “Make me cum on your big, sexy cock!”

“That’s it, Diana!” By now, Aquaman had lost himself in the moment as well, though it didn’t affect his ability to hammer his cock further and further into Diana’s tight little slit, “Take it all!”

“Oh, this slut can take it!” It seemed as though with every inch that Arthur got inside her, Diana’s mind only got filthier, “I can take you to the hilt!”

“Prove it!” Arthur demanded, and his demands were met by Diana increasing the gusto with which she bucked her hips to meet his oncoming cock.

“Shit… so much dick...” As Aquaman got more than three quarters of the way in, Diana’s voice changed again as she switched from screaming to moaning, although she was still moving her hips as fast as she could.

“Almost there!” Not one to deliberately reference old sci-fi movies, Aquaman kept his own voice loud and booming, with that aggressive edge to it that turned Diana on even further, as evidenced by the clear juices dripping quickly onto his heavy balls as they swung in underneath her stuffed and overflowing slit.

“Now!” Aquaman bellowed as he pushed himself the last of the way, the last thing Diana experienced before her orgasm erupted was the deeply satisfying sensation of Arthur’s muscled stomach crashing into the generous swell of her superbly toned booty from behind.

It was by far the most vivid climax of her life, and one that saw gush after gush of girlcum wash over and around Aquaman’s cock. And it also entailed her pussy clenching in such a manner that Aquaman was powerless to resist it.

“Diana!” Consequently, Aquaman realized that he was about to cum inside her, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Give me your cum, Arthur!” From the way she was screaming, Diana didn’t seem to oppose that happening. So, with another dark bellow, Arthur soon let fly a first thick spray of cum, one that was instantly followed by another, then a third, then several more as Diana’s cunt quaked and juiced fervently round his dong.

Without thinking about it, and without her own orgasm even close to fading yet, Diana started using her vaginal muscles to draw out yet more jizz from Aquaman’s balls. She wanted every last drop, and if that left him having gone soft when it was all over, she’d just suck him hard again.