Wonder Woman reached down and behind, and started stroking his cock through his pants.
It was already hard, but she made it harder. Without thought, she unzipped him and reached to give that cock a firm squeeze.
Then she slipped her left hand under her own shorts from the side, and began stroking hot, tingling pussy.
"Do you live close?" he asked hoarsely.
"No. Do you?"
"No."
"In the alley?"
"Okay."
Wonder Woman took his hand and led him to the closest alley.
They went a mere threes steps into the nightshadows and she turned around.
Throwing her arms around his neck, Wonder Woman kissed him long and hard, full of passion and need.
He unzipped her bustier, then hugged her so tightly she groaned wantonly.
"Oh, baby!" she cried, suddenly energized by the prospect of hot illicit sex, down and dirty in an alley.
She ripped his shirt off, buttons flying every direction.
Then they stepped apart only long enough for each of them to remove their pants and shorts.
A second later, they were in each others arms kissing and groping, as they slowly eased to the cold concrete.
He kissed his way to her spectacular tits once they were kneeling facing each other.
She rolled back her head and groaned. It felt that good.
She grabbed his cock and started stroking it.
"I can't take it any more," he said after a few minutes.
"I have to fuck you now."
"Yes!" she cried, and lay back and spread her legs. "Come to momma, baby!"
He mounted her and started humping. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm to him, trying to maximize the pleasure for both of them.
Her body was afire, at the brink of climax thanks to being fucked seven ways to Sunday by Catwoman and her minions.
"Yesssssss! OH! Yes!
Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee-yyyyyyeeeeee!" she cried, consumed with erotic orgasmic pleasure. And then he creamed her pussy, deep.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"
He pumped her pussy a few more minutes, but then his cock went flaccid.
Having shot his wad, the young man was finished. She wanted him to stay, and fuck her again and again and again.
But that was all he had. Or all he wanted, any way.
"Gotta go to work, babe," he said, then wrote his phone number on a scrap of paper and gave it to her.
"Call me if you ever need to fuck again."
"Yeah, I'll do that," she said, starting to come down and wondering what came over her.
He hurried off, and she gathered up her costume for the second time in the last hour.
Or was it just thirty minutes? She frowned, but knew she was still primed for sex.
Ready, willing and able. Or at least her body was.
It was disconcerting, since she rarely thought about sex or felt any real NEED for it.
"Catwoman messed up my mind with the lasso, I guess," she said.
She'd have to ask her mother about it. It was odd.
"Could've been worse, I guess."