Christine woke up with a start from another Wonder Woman-themed dream, and sat up in her bed. She yelled, "Damn you, William Marston! Damn you to hell!"
William Moulton Marston was the original creator of the Wonder Woman character, and she was cursing him for ever creating the sexy superheroine.
She flopped back down on her pillow, causing her bare breasts to bounce around wildly until she pulled the covers back over herself. She closed her eyes in an attempt to remember her dream before it faded away.
God dammit, these stupid fuckin' dreams! They're always the same. Let's see... I was Wonder Woman again, of course... And, again, Alan somehow overcame all my special powers and tied me up and had his way with me. AGAIN! Dammit, what's the point of even HAVING special powers if he ties me up and has his way with me every night anyway? I may as well be ordinary Christine.
Although, he was pretty great at having his way with me in real life yesterday... Mmmm... She smiled in fond remembrance of how the two of them had fooled around in the backyard of her house the previous evening.
She dramatically sat back up in bed again, causing her big tits to fly around once more. Oh my God! That really happened?! Yes! Yes, it really happened! Alan and I made out, and fondled each other, and everything! Holy... Wow! That was soooo much better than those practice dates!
She was tempted to forget about the dream altogether and instead just luxuriate in happy memories of her time with Alan, but she closed her eyes again and lay back down, slowly and gently this time. Hmmm... I can't really remember... The dream's fading already... But Alan definitely took off my Lasso of Truth and my indestructible bracelets. Then he pulled most of my uniform off, like he does most every night. But I remember more breast fondling and kissing than usual, which makes perfect sense given what we really did not that many hours ago. I wish he wouldn't always tie my wrists together though, so I could stroke his big... WAIT! Hold on! Don't tell me... OH NOOOO!
She sat up for a third time. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! My dream's mostly gone now, but I definitely remember a flash of Heather in there. What was SHE doing there?! Talk about pissing all over my fun times. Now that I think about it, I kind of remember her working WITH him to take all my clothes off, and then...
She recalled that her wrists were bound behind her back while she was bobbing on Alan's erection. There was nothing unusual about that in her dream world, except that the blowjob was much more vivid than ever before, no doubt due to the oral practice with her Mr. Plummer dildo late last night. The disturbing element was that not only was Heather there too, but she was completely naked and guiding Christine's head up and down over Alan's cockhead with one hand while stroking the rest of his thick shaft with the other.
No! No! NO! I'm not even going to think about it! It's too awful to contemplate!
She sat on the edge of her bed and violently shook her head back and forth several times, as if attempting to shake her dream thoughts of Heather right out of her, which again created interesting motions of her breasts as they mimicked her head motion.
Despite her attempts to forget, she remembered dream-Heather saying, "Welcome to the harem, Wonder Woman. This is what we do. We work as a team to keep Alan happy. It's a full-time job. You were a superheroine, but now you're the same as me: just another one of his big-titted sluts!"
She shook her head in horror. NO! Please! God dammit! She would say that. SHE'S the big-titted slut! BITCH!
Then, more calmly, she thought, Damn. Dreams can be such fucked-up things. But the important thing to keep in mind is that they mean absolutely nothing. They're just a random bunch of images. Just because I somehow dream about Alan binding my helpless body up with ropes nearly every night lately doesn't mean I'd want him to do that to me in REAL life! Puh-lease! It's just that I'm thinking about him a lot lately, and I've been watching and reading way, way too much Wonder Woman stuff. I should throw out my DVDs before I somehow wind up watching all those episodes yet again. And as for Heather being there, that just proves how random and meaningless dreams are. And that's all I'm gonna think about that!
She stood up and stretched out her nude body, reaching her hands nearly to the ceiling. I gotta admit, sleeping naked feels pretty good. Maybe that's why I've been having all these super sexy dreams. They did start around the time I stopped wearing my PJs...
Enough about my stupid dreams. I've got better things to think about, like the way his hands really did caress me all over... She closed her eyes and cupped the underside of one hefty tit, and used her other hand to lightly stroke an ass cheek. His hands were aaaaaallll over me... Mmmm! So good! It seems so real, so vivid, like he's touching me right now.
She giggled. Stop it, Alan! Stop it! What's with you and my nipples? I swear, you're gonna twist them off if you keep doing that. Take it easy, especially on poor Veronica! She smiled from ear to ear.
She had both hands on her breasts now, twisting her nipples. She opened her eyes and started looking around the room, trying to remember where she'd hidden her two sex toys.
Then she froze. Wait a minute! This is Alan we're talking about. Alan! The guy who's with Amy, AND her mother Suzanne, AND who knows how many others?!
She sat back on her bed, as if too staggered by that realization to remain standing. She went from nearly euphoric to morose. Shit! You'd think that with a body and a face like mine, I could get a great boyfriend of my own, free and clear of any entanglements. But no! I have to pick the one guy who's so taken already that he practically has his own frickkin' harem! And from what he says, and I believe him, there's no "practically" about it. UGH!
Although her thoughts had depressed her somewhat, she was still horny, and she slid a hand down the nude contours of her firm, strong body until it reached her pussy lips. Then she suddenly jerked it away. Forget it. I'm not gonna break out those evil dildos Simone got me to buy and masturbate yet again to thoughts of stroking Alan's big cock. It's a total waste of time. I can fantasize about someone else, thank you very much. Like... oh, I dunno... somebody! I can fantasize about anybody I damn well please, and it doesn't have to be him!
She ran through a mental list of hunky stars, but none of them held any interest for her. All she could think about was Alan's touch, his kiss, and even the sound of his voice. Most of all, she couldn't stop thinking about how stiff and hard his dick had felt when it had pressed against her.
What's so great about his penis, anyway? I'm sure most other penises are just like his. Okay, maybe not most, but some... A few, in any case... Besides, it's pretty pathetic to spend so much time thinking about that damn thing, when I know I'd be absolutely terrified if I had a real chance to hold it and stroke it. It felt so good rubbing against me though... Soooo goood...
Her hands again started wandering down her body towards her pussy, and a smile came to her face. However, it fled just as quickly when she finally managed to continue her train of thought. Rubbing my tummy against it, I can handle that. In fact, I remember really getting into it. But having it in my hands would be a completely different thing altogether. I wouldn't know what to do, or how to begin! The pressure, knowing he has all those other women who can run circles around me with their bedroom skills...
Suzanne Pestridge, for one. Talk about some crazy pressure right there! She's not human; she's a goddess! She's like some sort of cartoon character version of a super sexy woman. The tone of her voice, her smoldering eyes, the way she sashays her hips... Hell, compared to her, I have no clue how to even WALK! How on Earth am I supposed to compete with her when it comes to stroking a penis?! I'd make a total fool of myself!
She looked down and consoled herself that, without false modesty, her body was as impressive as anyone else's, even Suzanne's. It was merely the skills and experience that she lacked.
An intense expression crossed her face as she dramatically punched a fist in the air. Dammit, I'm not gonna just sit here feeling helpless! If there's one thing I've learned, it's that knowledge is power. Mom's not gonna call me down for breakfast for another hour or two. Probably two, in fact. I'm gonna use that time to conquer my fears with information! There'll be plenty of other times for me to figure out what to think or do about Alan's many girls. Besides, I'm both too depressed and too horny to think about that right now, since what the hell can I do about it but suffer?
She had some sex books that Simone had recommended she buy at the sex shop. They were secretly hidden in her room, since she was terribly afraid of her parents finding them. But she'd already made good headway in reading them, mostly when her parents were asleep or out of the house. In her current mood, however, words alone weren't enough for her. She wanted to see what she might be in for if she really had to stroke, or even suck on, Alan's erection.
Still naked and horny, she booted up her computer and began searching the Internet for word combinations like "handjob" and "video." She truly had never explored Internet pornography before, since she had repeatedly and vocally railed against pornography's harmful effects on society, and she didn't want to be a hypocrite. But she decided that she could make a one-time exception, for educational purposes only.
She was stunned at what she discovered. It was a hassle wading past pay-sites, advertisements, and a lot of crap, but even so, she was quickly able to find more relevant videos than she knew what to do with.
Unfortunately for her, the quality was wildly uneven. She watched video after video of handjobs, most of them very brief in length. They made her increasingly aroused, because she kept imagining those were her hands around not just any erection, but Alan's erection. However, the videos weren't very educational. They're just hands sliding up and down, over and over. Big whoop! I can figure out that much on my own. I wanna see the tricky moves, the special little things that someone like Suzanne does to him. If anybody is naturally talented at this kind of thing, it has to be her.
She froze as another thought came to her. Hell, for all I know, Suzanne could be giving him a handjob right now, right this very second! He'll be waking up soon, if he isn't up already, and with HIS sex-mad life, it's not only possible he'll wake up to handjob or blowjob, it's almost likely!
Oh God. That is soooo depressing. I wanna crawl back to bed, curl up in a ball, and cry. Why does he have to have those other women? Why? Why?! Why do I have to be interested in HIM?! It's not fair!
But then a new look of determination crossed her face. Dammit, I have to be honest with myself. I can't stop thinking about him. The reason he has all those beauties is because he's the BEST! Think about Mrs. Pestridge again. Why would she settle for anything less than the very best? She wouldn't.
And how can I blame her, or them, because I'm sure they feel just like I do. I can't wait to see him again, touch him again, and kiss him again! It's like there's a hole in my heart because he's not here. I can't wait for him to squeeze and knead my breasts again with those magic fingers of his. Mmmm, and his kisses! I'm even getting shivers just thinking about the way he holds my ass cheeks! It's all I can do not to call him right now and see if he wants to get together later.
Time is wasting! I need to learn my way around a penis, and fast! I'm not going to chicken out again. Not today! At the very least, I want to feel what it's like to hold it in my hands, and even stroke it!
Her steely gaze turned fatalistic. I have to accept that he gets his cock sucked about as often as other people blow their nose or sneeze, and if I want to feel his special touch, I have to get with the program. That's just how it is.
She turned her attention back to the computer screen, but soon gave up on the handjob videos. She looked up blowjob videos, and found those much more interesting, not to mention arousing. The women were generally using a variety of moves, and doing it in plain sight of the video camera instead of inside their mouths. She found herself fingering her slit with one hand while using the mouse with her other hand to rewind and rewatch key "educational" scenes over and over.
But the videos depressed her as much as they aroused her. Blowjobs look difficult! I mean, a handjob, I think I can handle that, so to speak. To do it as well as someone like Suzanne probably takes a lot of talent, but to do an okay job looks easy. But a blowjob? Just doing it at all seems impossible! Alan's cock is thicker than most of the penises on these videos, and even fitting any of those in my mouth looks like it would be a nightmare!
Then she watched a longer clip of a nameless woman who not only slobbered, nibbled, and sucked a man's long erection, but licked and sucked his balls. Then the woman deep throated the man, to the point that there was nothing left of his penis to see.
Christine watched the clip closely, almost breathlessly, fingering her clit all the while. Now we're talking! This woman knows what she's doing. She's the best of the best, and that's what I'm going to be! I never do anything half-way.
Finally, the woman pulled off and let him shoot his cum all over her face. She even showed the camera all the cum in her mouth, and then swallowed it.
That soured Christine's enthusiasm. EEEWWW! That was totally disgusting! Am I expected to do all that too?! No fucking way! If Alan expects to cum on my face, I'm gonna chop his body into kindling! Many strong emotions were running through her, including lust and disgust in nearly equal measure.
She cringed as she started the video again, and tried harder to learn from it. But from time to time, she thought things like, How in Hera am I going to do that?! Woe is me!
She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and imagined trying to cram Alan's bulbous cockhead inside it. She gave up and shook her head in disbelief. I might as well try fitting an entire fist in my mouth. And even if I did get it in, how is that supposed to be pleasurable for ME?! I've read "The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio" book cover to cover already, but that's really for someone who already knows her way around a penis. I need some practical experience with a real dick before I could dare to suck Alan's, but it's a Catch-22, because his is the only one I want to touch!
She thought over this conundrum as the video again came to an end. I need to get some kind of special edge. What I really need to do is talk to someone who knows his penis intimately, and how best to pleasure it. All his most sensitive spots, his favorite techniques... Maybe then I'd have half a chance of not making a complete fool of myself.
But who? Amy? That would be the logical choice, but it's just too weird. "Hey, Amy, can you show me all your best moves so I can steal 'em and use 'em on your boyfriend when you're not busy with him?" God, that is just too WEIRD to even contemplate! And she'd probably happily say, "M'kay! Let me show you," which would be even weirder, if such a thing is possible. I mean, she was giving pantomime demonstrations in the girls' locker room, for crying out loud!
In retrospect, I should have paid more attention. Damn!