Wonderful needs for a wonderful body

-Whew!-.

Harley huffed, drained after a whole morning of superhero shenanigans. She perched on the rooftop of an apartment building, lounging on a large vent, lazily swinging her legs, which now sported Wonder Woman's sculpted muscles. Sure, being cheered on and thwarting baddies was a hoot, but she needed a breather.

-I wonder how Batbrain pulls this night shift stunt. No wonder he's got a thing for supermodels during the day! Mmm... hehe...- She started to chuckle, letting her fingers nonchalantly trace along her thighs. That felt... good.

-Alright, Patty Princess, time to get more... intimate.- She flashed her breasts again, giving them a playful squeeze one at a time, while the other hand continued its journey southward, rubbing her tempting crotch.

-Aww, uff... kh!- She pinched one nipple hard, feeling a mini explosion of pleasure ripple down her spine.

"She's so sensitive... might need a lesson or two in self-love!" But this rooftop wasn't the right place to continue her exploration. She peered down at the streets, pinpointing a conveniently shadowed alley, and leaped off the roof.

"According to her memories, I should just..." Harley stretched her arms out in a T-shape and twirled around like a top. When she stopped, Wonder Woman's look had undergone a drastic transformation. No more costume and tiara; instead, a blue jacket, a white tee, and white leggings adorned her figure.

-Perfect.-.

She strolled out of the shadows, casually entering a bar and slipping into the bathroom, not even bothering to order something from the old hag on the counter. She tossed her jacket aside and resumed her boob fondling.

-Mmm... damn, I'm gettin' handsy with Wonder Woman's knockers...- She giggled, biting her lip. But she craved more, she wanted the real deal. So, she stripped off her pants and undies, savoring the sight that unfolded before her eyes. Wonder Woman's nether regions were already moist, crowned with a neat tuft of pubic hair.

She spooned up a generous serving with her fingers, as if they were an ice cream scoop, and watched with amusement as the glistening stickiness coated her digits. Chuckling, she slid them into her mouth and swallowed.

A satisfied grin curled her pilfered lips.

Delicious.

-Aww~~~- Diana's sultry moans reverberated throughout the stall as Harley skillfully maneuvered her fingers to eagerly explore the depths of her cleft. Harley could feel the pulsating response of her walls under her touch, and her ears reveled in the muffled squelches emanating from her pussy.

She redirected one hand to her nipples, now tingling with arousal. The mere graze sent a jolt – they were harder than diamonds, and even more sensitive than before. With the other palm, she teased her clit, a move she was quite familiar with during her daily masturbation sessions, but this time, in this body, oh boy, it was on another league.

Heh. League.

-Fuck! Ah!- Another orgasm swept over her; Diana's threshold was surprisingly low, the goody-two-shoes demeanor leaving little room for such naughty exploits. On the flip side, Harley marveled at the stamina – a completely different ballgame. She couldn't stifle her moans as her fingers continued their rapid dance in and out of her cunny, Diana's face contorting in a lewd expression of pure ecstasy as squirts of her fluids baptized the bathroom door.

"Fuuuuuuck... I'm making... Wonder Woman... finger herself in a public bathroom... and it feels so good!!!"

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Harley nearly had a heart attack at the forceful knocking.

-Hey, in there!- A raspy, womanly voice ranted from the other side of the door: -This is a respectable establishment. I don't know what you think you're doing, but if you continue, I'll call the police!-.

Harley's surprise morphed into anger. That old bag had interrupted her right at the pinnacle of pleasure.

-Have you heard me? Get your stuff together and leave, or else...- The bartender's words died in her mouth as the door swung open, and she found herself face-to-face with none other than Wonder Woman, hands on her hips with an annoyed pout on her face.

-Are there any problems, citizen?-.

-W-Wonder Woman! I didn't expect... I, I thought it was someone else...- She babbled, turning pale.

-You interrupted me while I was meditating to communicate with the gods. Oh great Hera!- 'Diana's' scorn shifted to shock: -You didn't think that I was...-.

-No! Of course not, it-it was just a misunderstanding! Please forgive me!- The old lady practically bolted out of the room, luckily not lucid enough to question why the heck Wonder Woman would choose a toilet to commune with any deity.

Once alone again, Harley chuckled, amused by the success of her ruse. Regardless, she decided it was time to find a new place to continue her little probing.

As she soared through the cloud banks once more, her thoughts were fixated on one thing."

"Fuck, I'm still horny.".

Apart from the abrupt ending, that was one of the best solo sessions of her life. It wasn't just the physical sensations (that, however, could even match the average escapade with Mr. J, shame on him); it was also the knowledge that she was making Wonder Woman, a hero among heroes, engage in such naughty antics in a public restroom, where anyone could find her. Knowing that it was Diana's own voice moaning out her pleasure, that they were her hands fondling those majestic boobs of hers, and that they were her fluids gushing out of that tight pussy... oh puddin', it was all so forbidden, so wrong... and such a turn-on!

She wanted to do that again. Nay, she needed it! But, actually, she needed something more.

She needed sex. A cock, possibly (but another fanny would be good enough). But that led Harley to some ethical problems.

'You can't make Wonder Woman have sex with some criminal!' Dr. Harleen Quinzel was protesting in her head. Well, gee, that would be really hot in Harley's opinion: to destroy both her pussy and her reputation with Bane's boner, or Killer Crock's killing cock! Shit, she was wet just at the thought!

...but yes, that was morally bad, like, bad-bad, the kind of bad stuff that even her somewhat permissive moral code was forbidding her to do. Darn her and her resolution to become a better person!

So, villains were excluded. She could have gone for some random guy, 'cause, you know, who on Earth wouldn't have sex with Wonder Woman if he had the chance?

But again, moral code. She was getting used to Diana's body, meaning, just enough to realize that she wasn't getting used at all to her superhuman strength. There was a non-little possibility that she might squash his head between her thighs or something else; and killing some poor fella just to have an orgasm? Nope, red flag, no-can-do Harls.

"Then, one of the heroes." She reasoned. The obvious choice was Superman: if he was the Man of Steel surely must have had all his body made of steel, right? But here came Dr. Quinzel again.

'Think about her reputation, Harley.'.

"I know, I know, stop lecturing me, urgh! Gimme a break! No villains, no folks, no heroes, who the fuck am I supposed to fuck???".

She started sifting through Diana's memories in a **** search for an alternative. Much to Harley's surprise, who believed she was a virgin, our Amazonian Princess had a couple of experiences in her past. However, all of them were excluded (either for the above reasons or, like, having fought in WW2), plus in her Themysciran days when she and her sisters had a bit too much ambrosia (mmm, must make a stop home later), but she was resolute for a dick.

Just when she started to think that it would have been easier to model a new man out of clay, a person arose from Diana's multi-millennial memory.

-That's it! Him!-.

She stopped in the air, and swiftly changed direction. A man that could rival her powers, neither a proper hero nor a villain, and that she could manipulate to save Diana's face afterward, if she played it well. And "playing well" was Harley's second name, after Frances.

"Rejoice, Sweet-Peaches! Today I'm getting you cozy!".