Christine temporarily gave up on watching the videos and thought more about who she could turn to for help. What about Simone, maybe? She's pretty stacked and sexy too, so I'll bet Alan's fooled around with her a lot already. She must know her way around his dick pretty well by now. Heck, she even picked out an "Alan-size" dildo for me, and she seemed to know exactly what she was looking for.
She frowned as she pictured Alan lying on top of Simone and thrusting in and out of her dark-skinned body. As horny as she was, just thinking about that made her even more depressed. As if I'd ever say something like "Oooh! Please do me next." I have more dignity and self-respect than that!
She sighed heavily. But in any case, I don't know Simone well enough to talk to her about something as intimate as that. Besides, she's Heather's best friend, so I can't trust her, even if she did help me at the sex shop.
Ms. Rhymer? No way; she's a teacher! Talk about too weird! I can't even go there in my own mind. She shook her head as if trying to clean it of that idea.
Suzanne Pestridge? No, that's even weirder and MORE intimidating! Besides, I barely know her. Although I'll bet she knows the most. Not only is she older and therefore more experienced, she just has "that look," a sex vixen look. But a lot of good it does me.
Hell, the only one I'd feel comfortable enough talking to about something like this is Katherine, maybe, although even that's a big stretch. But it's just my luck that she's the one beautiful, busty girl around who doesn't know anything about his penis. Talk about ironic. Thinking about all these other gorgeous women having sex with him is too upsetting to contemplate anyway. I guess it's back to the Internet for me. That's better than nothing, or so I hope.
After a while, she began searching Google for some other sex terms. She found a few curious things here and there, but nothing particularly interesting. However, her latest dream was still in the back of her mind, and she had the idea of typing "Wonder Woman" plus "erotic" into a search engine.
An electric thrill shot up and down her spine as she stumbled across a cartoon picture of a captive and topless Wonder Woman sucking a big stiff erection. In her mind, it instantly became her and Alan in the picture. WOW! That's just like my dreams, except I always wake up right before Alan sticks it in! Well, at least until last night's weird dream with Heather, but let's forget that, forever. This is great! The Internet rocks!
Needless to say, she'd completely forgotten about her objections to Internet pornography. She soon discovered the picture was part of a series, which told a story about Wonder Woman fighting a male villain, only to be defeated, then bound and stripped and forced to service him, using each and every one of her orifices. She got off on it so much that she didn't resist even when her hands were freed. At the end, he dumped her in the back of a truck and drove her back to his headquarters so she could be his "permanent plaything," as the captions put it.
Christine was still fingering her pussy. But she found this all so terribly exciting that she had to stop, find her small Blue Bomber vibrating egg, and click through the pictures again from the start. She would have preferred to use her black penis-shaped dildo, but because of her intact hymen, she couldn't freely slide it in and out of her hot pussy. The Blue Bomber gave her more pleasure, especially when she pressed it against her clit.
But even as aroused as she was, she was full of guilt and worry. This is bad! Mom's gonna call up here to let me know breakfast is ready. What if she suddenly bursts in here without knocking? It's never happened before, but it COULD happen! I would just die! And why do I find these pictures so, er, interesting, anyway? This stuff is patently ridiculous. Like this one: "Let go of me, you brute! Take your hands off my tits, now! I'll give you one last chance to surrender!" Poor, deluded Wonder Woman. She still thinks she's got the upper hand. Little does she know that Alan's gonna fuck the ever-loving shit out of her in about two minutes!
She was so carried away that she didn't notice that she'd thought "Alan" instead of the villain's name.
The Blue Bomber rapidly brought her to orgasm. As she started to climax, she frantically clicked back to a series of pictures showing the villain groping Wonder Woman's big boobs, and even rubbing his cockhead around her nipples, smearing them with streaks of cum. She found that much more arousing that a picture of actual fucking, because she could vividly recall Alan groping her own boobs in a very similar way. She used her other hand to tug on an erect nipple, just as her climax washed through her.
But as the euphoria of her orgasm passed, she felt a deep post-orgasmic depression hit her. I'm so fucked up. I'm actually getting excited over Wonder Woman's defeat?! I should be cheering her victories! That guy actually dumped her in his truck like a slab of meat and took her back to his lair. I can't even BEGIN to think of the unspeakably sexy, er, I mean sexual, things he and his henchmen are gonna do to her all day long, day after day! It's not right that Alan's gonna share her like that. Where's the love? Where's the loyalty? I just hope she eventually manages to escape somehow. Maybe there's a sequel I can check out later, where something like that happens.
She sighed heavily, and grew more philosophical. I seriously think Freud must be right. We have a self-destructive drive, what he called thanatos, and sometimes we actually hope to fail. But I'm not gonna fall into that trap. I've got willpower of steel! I'm gonna shut down this web page right now and never look at it again. She closed the page, but bookmarked it first without consciously asking herself why she was doing that.
Not to mention all the other Wonder Woman-themed perverted stuff out there. Why, I'll bet there's probably entire websites full of nothing BUT busty superheroines being captured and sexually ravaged! I'm getting seriously angry just thinking about it. Although, maybe if I watch enough of that stuff, all at once, I'll become desensitized to it. Then I'll finally be able to stop having my stupid sexy Wonder Woman dreams. That won't help me with my unhealthy and unworkable Alan obsession, but at least it's a start.
However, as she continued to sit there, with her pussy still throbbing and wet, she realized that she was just trying to trick herself and come up with any feeble excuse to look at more Wonder Woman-themed porn. She removed the bookmark she'd just made, and even cleared her browser history. But she couldn't unlearn what she'd just discovered. Now that she knew websites like that existed, they would always be at the back of her mind, taunting and tempting her.
She decided to look more into handjobs and blowjobs on the Internet instead, just as soon as breakfast was over and her parents left the house. If they didn't leave, she could read more of her secret sex books.
Thoughts of seeing Alan in the flesh later in the day were also constantly coming to mind, even though no specific arrangements had been made as of yet. But she was eager to call him, just as soon as she considered it a decent hour to do so. She correctly figured he wasn't an early riser like she was.
Sighing again, she stood up and put a robe on so she could go take a shower.