This takes off from and uses some scenes and language from another story with a similar title, author unknown to me, but I have taken the idea in a different direction.
The day began like many others had for our superheroine friend with the usual easy capture of common criminals and petty thieves. But it would end like no other, for on this day our sexy super heroine would begin an adventure like no other, one that would change her life completely.
On edge of the steamy jungles of South America a volcano erupted with astounding ferocity, shooting ash and lava as far as the eye could see. The lava's roaring torrent ate away at the landscape as it rushed down toward a tiny isolated village. Untroubled for thousands of years the village inhabitants thought tales of the monster to the West was but a memory of a time long since passed. Now suddenly, their village was faced with certain annihilation.
That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the apprehension of a couple of bank robbers. This afternoon she was flying the South America patrol for the Justice League of America when she noticed the volcanic eruption and saw the plight of the village. Turning her invisible plane around at once, she knew that she was the village's only hope. Within minutes she was over the site. Only seconds before lava annihilated the village, she lassoed a massive bolder and with all the power the plane could muster, lifted the bolder and placed it in the lava's path, diverting the flow harmlessly in another direction, saving the village.
Only when the danger from the volcano was past did Wonder Woman land her plane in a clearing next to the village. There she was greeted by a throng of women who bowed down before her and worshipped as if she were a goddess. Wonder Woman tried to explain that she was not a goddess, (Of course she is a goddess in any man's book.) and explained she only did what any superheroine would have done. Never having read Marvel Comics, however, the women did not understand but insisted she come with them into the village for a celebration of gratitude. Wonder Woman graciously accepted the invitation.
The village was surprisingly beautiful with neat thatched huts and well-tended fields around laid out geometrically. As she looked she became aware that there was something odd about the village. It was just too pretty, too orderly. There was no trash lying about. The lanes were lined with white stones that matched almost perfectly. The thatch of the huts was evenly trimmed and the mud walls were all painted in bright cheerful colors. Each hut had a window box of plants. Rows of flowers were interspersed among the lush crops. Cows had bows around their necks and pigs were squeaky (Agggh!) clean. The village seemed so... feminine.
That was it! Wonder Woman realized that there were no men around. When she inquired and explained what she meant, the women just laughed. Yes, there were stories and legends about another kind of human -- larger, smellier creatures, totally unsuited to village life. Perhaps some lived on the other side of the mountains, but none of the women had ever seen one. They knew of no other people but themselves. Their valley was cut off on three sided by the sheer flanks of the volcano and the river exited through an impassible gorge. As Wonder Woman saw the amazing variety of crops produced on the rich volcanic soil, the fruit that could be gathered from the jungle, and the large number of domestic animals, she could see how the village was able to exist comfortably, though completely isolated off from the outside world. They received and needed nothing from the outside, except...
The shocking realization burst on Wonder Woman! Although there were no men in the village or anywhere in the whole valley, there were women of all ages from smiling old crones to infant girls. In fact, she noticed there was a group of beautiful young women that all seemed to be about eight months pregnant. One doe-eyed beauty typified the others, looking ever so lovely with her gorgeous round belly and full firm breasts all of which she somehow just managed to cover. The clothes on her pregnant body looked as though they were ready to explode so tightly were they stretched to cover the woman's ever expanding form. The cloth was light blue in color and through it you could see the woman's nipples which stood out, pointed and stiff The cloth was so tight that it seemed to cup each breast and made them seem even fuller which only accentuated every sensual curve of this pregnant nymph's sexy shape. Wonder Woman could just about make out the stretch marks through the cloth.
How was this possible, she wondered, but decided it was best not to ask the women directly. Perhaps at the feast she would learn more as indeed she did -- much much more than she ever imagined!
Wonder Woman also noticed with displeasure she tried to conceal that the women of the village were very free with their bodies. She saw girls kissing each other on the mouth or women giving one another an affectionate slap on the ass, or squeezing together in embrace so warm their tits must touch. One older woman seemed to be instructing a young girl in the finer points of sucking a woman's tits and rewarded her eager pupil with a practiced hand between the nymph's legs that made her cry out. She saw couples drift off only to come back later flushed and laughing as if they had been doing something delightfully naughty. In her prudish way, Wonder Woman attributed this immorality to ignorance and isolation from wholesome American culture, though she was too PC to say such a thing.
As twilight fell, fires were lit and a sumptuous meal prepared and the first flagons of wine began to be passed around. After a gourd or so, Wonder Woman got up the courage to inquire how village women could conceive without men. The group of smiling village elders -- gorgeous, voluptuous women in their -- forties? -- broke into gales of mischievous laughter and invited a tipsy Wonder Woman to come with them. They guided her uncertain steps outside the village along a carefully tended path. There in a perfect little grove they showed her a curious pillar.
The leader explained that they prayed to the pillar and worshipped it as their god. When the time was right, a group of virgins were presented to the god and, if worthy, each would bear a child. Wonder woman observed the tall phallic-shaped object which stood some 20 feet in the air. Around it were dozens of smaller phalluses. At the base of the pillar there was also an inscription which none of the women could read. To her amazement, Wonder Woman saw that the script was a very archaic form of Greek which she could decipher "Thou who art come of age, give thyself to me upon this stone and thou shalt be blessed with child."
Wonder Woman was tempted to dismiss this inscription and the women's belief out of hand, but something had to explain how women who had never been with men could bear children. The pillar fascinated her and she felt herself strangely drawn to it. As she approached the pillar she seemed to hear the piping of a faint, haunting reed flute and to experience sensations she had never felt before. She was suddenly aware of her sexuality and try as she might to avoid it, sexual images of herself with a large, harry man flooded her head. The closer she got to the statute the hornier she found herself and the more realistic the fantasy. She saw herself lying on the ground, her legs spread obscenely with an expression of total ecstasy on her face as the harry man fucked away at her vigorously. The vision aroused her so intensely that if the other women hadn't been looking she probably would have masturbated right there!
Fortunately for her dignity, someone called the group to come back of the village for the feast. One of the women took her hand and drew her away from the phallus. The vision and the music faded and Wonder Woman was able momentarily to put out of mind how horny being near the pillar had made her.
Of course she was led to a place at the head of the table where she was seated at the side of a beautiful woman who introduced herself as Queen Althea. During the feast, however, Wonder Woman's mind kept wondering back to the sensations she had experienced in the presence of the pillar.
The native wine was good and surprisingly potent. Wonder Woman realized she would have to be careful not to drink too much, but without realizing, she allowed Althea to keep refilling her glass until she became quite as tipsy as the rest of the women. Only Althea remained sober.
At the table next to theirs, Wonder Woman noticed a group of girls that all appeared to be about sixteen who were being served from a special pitcher. Through a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman reflected that girls so young shouldn't allowed to drink. The judgmental superheroine would have done better to pay attention to her own behavior rather than worrying about others', for in her haze she did not notice that her own cup was also being filled from that same pitcher.
As Queen Althea poured her still another cup of the special wine, Wonder Woman found herself realizing about how badly she wanted sex. She felt a tingling sensation in her breasts and between her legs. She noticed that her nipples were distended and that the moisture oozing from her pussy. Embarrassed, she realized that Althea had noticed the expanding wet spot in her tight blue and star hot pants. The urge to reach down into her briefs and get herself off returned and became almost unbearable.
.... There is more of this story ...