17 comments/ 170190 views/ 79 favorites Sharon Goes Back to School By: Scipio555 Feedback welcome through the link below. Sharon Sobel lived in a large house with her husband and two children. She married right out of high school and loved her family more than she could say. Money was no concern as her husband had become quite successful in his field. It was decided early on that Sharon would stay at home to be with their young children while the food was put on the table her husband Chris. Early on this kept her quite busy, however, for the last few years the family has hired a housekeeper to take on the brunt of the work. Between this fact and the kids being more and more involved with school and sports, Sharon has had to find things to keep her occupied. Working out, laying by the pool, shopping and decorating, but, as much as she loved these activities she needed something else to put energy into. Always wondering how she would have turned out with the benefit of a college education, Sharon decided that getting a degree might make her a more intellectual person. Approaching Chris with her request was not a challenge at all. In fact not much were these days, as he just wanted to be left alone to concentrate on work. Deep down it bothered her that he showed little interest, but she did appreciate that fact that he worked so hard to provide for them. She also used this excuse for that fact that they never seemed to make love any more, reasoning that all relationships turned out that way due to work. Being interested in acting and art history classes the closest school was quite for away, however, the drive seemed easy enough when she went to have a look at the campus. So, with the not very interested support of her husband Sharon decided to start taking classes this fall semester. She decided to double her efforts at the gym and in the mall to make sure she did not stick out too much from all the younger students. The extra working out did not seem to make that much of a difference to Sharon's body. Truth be known the reason for this was that she was already in very good shape and would have not problem fitting in with the other girls. She bought a new wardrobe and as far as she knew was ready to go back to school. The first day was rather confusing, the campus was so busy and there seemed to be no good directions on how to get around. This was a far cry from the class bells she remembered in high school. Also, Sharon noticed that her new wardrobe was a lot more conservative than what the other girls were wearing, but she chalked this up to the fact that she was older and married. Deep down she was upset however that none of the young guys seemed to pay her much attention compared to a lot of the girls. If she only knew that a lot of the guys were too intimidated to approach her, most of them assuming she was a grad student or teachers aid. Her dick-hardening figure was noticed by a lot of guys, even though hidden by her rather conservative clothes. Having married so early and then spent so much time with the family, Sharon was a little unaware that her blonde 36DD-27-33 body was the kind a lot of guys jerked off to. Having big breasts ran in her family and was a source of annoyance for Sharon as a kid. It was a big shock to her when her breasts stayed on size bigger after her twins were born. Being from a religious and very proper family she was taught to never use her appearance to attract men. After a while the heavy flirting that went on got more and more of her attention and definitely led her to checking out a lot of the young guys around campus. Of course she thought this was natural curiosity having never been in university before. About three weeks into her semester, Sharon was growing rather tired of the commute. She had not calculated for one thing when thinking about the drive to and from campus...traffic. She was now spending twice the time she thought she would in that car and it was really annoying for her. If only she had a place near school where she could stay a few nights during the week. With the kids being so busy at sports and school, combined with the fact that the housekeeper did all the work anyway. She felt like she was just coming home to go to sleep anyway, all the activity with her family was on the weekends. Sharon knew that her kids would not mind, as they were not really seeing her during the week anyway. There were lots of apartments available so she asked her husband what he thought about her renting a place. As usual, so long as he could do his work in peace he was fine with it. He never considered Sharon this sharpest knife in the drawer anyway, and this school thing he saw as just a folly that she would lose interest in. As long as the housekeeper took care of the place and the kids, he saw it as little more than being able to watch what he wanted on TV before bed. Within a few days she had rented a furnished apartment only a few blocks from the school. The complex was the best around, with a pool, gym/sauna and hot tub. She enjoyed the first day she could walk to class! Passing by frat houses she noticed a lot of guys hanging out in the front looking at people who passed by. She was a little bit giddy that they were looking and smiling at her. She caught herself staring at one frat house in particular, as it had a basketball court in the front. A group of guys were playing basketball with their shirts off and listening to loud rap music. One of the young men Sharon thought she recognized from her Sociology class and she quickly looked away when they noticed her. Having never really known a black guy, Sharon was surprised at how funny she felt while looking at their hard bodies. She could not get that images out of her mind all through her next class and found herself squeezing her thighs together! Why was she not able to control her thoughts regarding the black students? Her next class that afternoon was Sociology and she was surprised at how much she enjoyed the environment and all the interesting topics. As she was leaving the class that day she took a few steps backwards while reading the projector screen. She backed into someone and for a second she thought she felt a palm grab her ass. Of course this could not be the case and it was her clumsy fault anyway. One of her papers dropped to the floor and she went down one knee to pick it up. As she was rising she started to turn around and froze as she looked up into the face of the Black frat boy that she had seen earlier playing basketball. She stuttered out "Uh e,e, excuse me" while looking up at his black face. Shaun Grant was a 6'4" 19 year old who had gone to the school on a basketball scholarship. He had been eyeing this preppy blonde for about two weeks now. His frat brother Dave who was also in the class had told him she was checking them out earlier in the day. He could tell she was a little nervous and probably not used to being around black people. Noticing her walking backwards at the end of class Shaun took a deliberate few steps out of the way and took the chance of feeling how firm her ass was when she bumped into him. Seeing how hot this girl was Shaun got even more excited when he saw the rather large diamond on her finger. Sharon had made a speedy exit after her encounter with Shaun. Why had he only smiled at her when she excused herself for being clumsy? Not to say a word seemed rather rude on his part. And what was that feeling on her ass when she bumped into him? There is no way a person would do that kind of thing on purpose right? Sharon dismissed it as a mix up on her part and walked home, choosing to go a different route than that morning. That night in bed Sharon could not fall asleep at all. She found herself unconsciously rubbing her thighs together until finally she realized that her pussy was dripping wet. Her right hand was inching down into her panties and her left hand began to pinch her left nipple. Before she knew it she was roughly frigging her clit and squeezing both her breasts. Her breasts were very sensitive and she was always a little annoyed that her husband did not pay them more attention. It was not until after she made herself climax that Sharon realized she was thinking about the black boys she had seen earlier while walking to school. Deciding not to think about the issue she fell right asleep. The next week the Sociology professor announced they would be doing a group project. Shaun saw this as the perfect way to get to spend time with the married blonde. After class Shaun went up to one of the teachers assistants that he knew from the school gym. Being friendly with Shaun the TA had no problem with putting together a group of Shaun's choice. The next day in class the groups were announced and sure enough it was Shaun, his bro Dave, Sharon and a young girl named Kelly. At the end of class the student were told to meet up and exchange info in preparation for the group project that would require a lot of out of class work. Sharon felt her heart skip several beats when she realized who was in her group. Introductions were made and Sharon did not know what to do. She could barely make eye contact with either of the black students at first. Dave Kelly suggested they meet later to go over some ideas and get to know each other. Shaun and Dave could not do this because they had a fraternity event to attend. So, the two girls decided to go grab a bite and chat for a while. Walking on campus with Kelly was what Sharon had always imagined what college would be like. Boys would say hi to them as they rode by on their bikes or skateboards. Sharon noticed that Kelly seemed to know a lot of guys so she asked her how come? Kelly said she knew most of them because she was in a sorority and they were in fraternities. Kelly was a very cute girl with long brown hair, freckles and rather large breasts for being so skinny. It was not hard for Sharon to see why so many guys liked her. She wore a short jean skirt and a tank top that was cut very low in the front giving her a lot of cleavage. A contrast to Sharon's black pants and button up blouse. Sharon started to think that if she showed of some cleavage then maybe. No, that was just silly she thought to herself as they walked along. Kelly suggested they go get a beer, as it was still a bit early for dinner. Never much of a drinker during the day, Sharon was a little apprehensive at first, but she figured what the heck and said yes. Having beers at one of the school bars was a lot more fun than Sharon thought it would be. The sun was shining and lots of guys had their shirts off while they were drinking. Kelly noticed that Sharon was looking at guys and they started to giggle about some of the cute eye candy they saw around the bar. Sharon thought this was just fine as it was harmless girl talk. When Kelly said that she thought the guys in their group were cute and she was excited about the selection Sharon almost spit some of her beer. "Uh, yeah, I did not really notice" is all she could stammer out. The girls left to have dinner and ended up getting kind of sloshed on some wine. Kelly was 19 but had a fake ID so it was no problem for them to drink. Feeling very relaxed after the wine Sharon blurted out that she had thought about it and she did think Shaun was hot. Kelly laughed and said that is what she suspected. "How can you not like that body" Kelly said and Sharon just gave a soft "mmm hmm" in reply. In her drunken head Sharon was thinking what he must look like naked. Having trouble imagining his penis, as she had never really seen a black man's unit before. Sharon and Kelly talked about a lot of things while they continued to drink. Sharon went into the fact that she felt out of touch with all the younger kids and was concerned about not fitting in. Kelly was shocked to find out how old Sharon was along with the fact that she had two children. The next night Kelly called up Sharon and asked what she was doing? "Oh nothing, just reading" Sharon replied. "Good, Shaun just called me and he wants to know if we should meet and talk about our project" Sharon stuttered her reply saying that she guessed it was okay. "Great see you at Joe's coffee in an hour" Kelly said and hung up. In an hour it would be 9:00 and that seemed kinda late for Sharon, but, she did not want them to think she was some fuddy duddy that could not go out late. Once they all got to the coffee shop and started talking about the project, Sharon again found her thought drifting off to the two black guys bodies. It was difficult for her to look at them and make normal sentences. After about 30 minutes Shaun's cell phone rang and he excused himself. He came back and said there was something he had to take care of at home and would they mind moving things over to his place for some more discussion. Kelly and Dave chimed in saying that was fine. Sharon feeling awkward inside and not thinking it very appropriate only stammered out a yes after a few seconds. She really wanted these kids to like her! A few minutes later they turned a corner and started walking towards the frat house. Right then is when Sharon remembered that was where she saw Shaun playing basketball and it did not occur to her that he lived there. In her mind she was panicked and wanted to make up an excuse to leave. Not realizing it she was actually excited about seeing the inside of a frat house. There was music coming from the large living room and a bunch of black guys were sitting around drinking beer and watching the game on TV. "Don't worry, the conference room is in the back and you can not hear this from there" Shaun said as he showed them the way. The entered the large conference room with pictures on the wall of fraternity class members along with a large crest of the house. Dave came forward with a few pieces of paper for the girls to sign. Sharon thought they looked like contracts? Dave explained that the girls need to sign these liability waivers for insurance reason while in the house. It seemed normal enough and the girls signed several packets of paper that Dave put in from of them. One side of the room had a full bar and when she saw Kelly asked if she could make everyone some drinks? The guys gave an enthusiastic response but Sharon on the other hand meekly said it was getting a bit late. "Come on what's the harm in having a drink while we think" Kelly said. She knew it was not really right for her to be sitting hear drinking with these people, but, Kelly was doing it so she figured why not. Kelly came back with seven and sevens for the four of them. Sharon was not used to hard liquor and it burned her throat a little bit. Shaun and Dave downed theirs pretty fast and Kelly was doing the same. Not wanting to be out of place Sharon took some large gulps of her drink. They got a few things down on paper and before she realized it Kelly had made them all new drinks. Dave made a toast to the success of their project and before she new it the second drink was gone also. Sharon was starting to feel a little tipsy, as she was not accustomed to the booze. Kelly started to ask Shaun about basketball and Sharon got all perked up at that moment. Shaun suggested they go down stair and watch a tape of him playing on the big screen. Kelly thought those guys were down there but, Shaun said he knew they were going to a bar and he heard them leave. The four of them moved to the living room and Shaun popped in a tape. He told them how he hurt his knee last season and could not play anymore for the school. Sharon and Kelly both felt sorry for him. As he was talking to the girls Dave appeared with another drink and said that they should make a toast to Shaun's knee getting better. "What is this" Sharon asked? "Oh, its surfer on acid and I made it cause it's a girl drink with not much alcohol. Dave replied. Kelly said that she loved them and they all drank up. The drink did taste really good and Sharon liked it. Little did Sharon know that the drink is actually filled with a lot of alcohol. As they sat watching TV and talking another round of drinks appeared and Kelly suggested they play a drinking game. Sharon had never done this, but before she could even answer Kelly had grabbed her hand and pulled her up to the table. Some how or other a few minutes into the game and Jaeger shots appeared on the table. Sharon had never had a knack for cards and she seemed to loose almost every time. Being the second one to take a shot she felt that backing down was not an option or they would make fun of her. The shot make her feel like she was on fire! The game seemed to go so fast and Sharon had barely any idea what was going on. If she was won she would not know until they told her. Sharon had forgotten about time and was starting to laugh out of control at the two guys jokes. She did not even notice when Shaun or Dave would playfully touch her knee or arm. Dave said that they should go outside and smoke. Sharon used to smoke when she was younger and did not see the harm in having a cigarette. Dave made some more drinks and brought the bottle with them to a table outside. Shaun lit a cigarette and passed it to Kelly after her took some drags from it. Kelly then smoked and passed it to Sharon, who, just at that moment had realized that they were smoking pot. With the joint in hand Sharon felt awkward and thought maybe it was time to go. Looking at their faces she did not have the guts to excuse herself and she took a little puff. The three others laughed at her and told her to do it for real. Shaun assured her that it was not very strong and she would barely feel it. So, Sharon took a deep drag of the weed and coughed for at least a minute. They all got a big laugh out of it. Any feelings of awkwardness that Sharon may have been feeling melted away at this point. In a few more minutes and a few more deep drags for Sharon the large joint was done. Sharon then blurted out that she was high and had never smoked weed like that before. "Oh, well we need to do a celebration shot for that" Dave said. Without any fuss Sharon took the shot glass and downed the ice-cold liquid. Shaun said they should come inside for something. They all followed upstairs and ended up in Shaun's rather large bedroom. The bed was up in a loft and there were chair and couches for people to sit on. "If you have not smoked weed like that before then you have to try this" Shaun said. "I am not sure" was all Sharon could get out. "What is it?" she asked. "It's a bong of course" came Shaun's reply. Shaun showed her how to use it and the next thing she knew it was pressed to her lips. "Suck suck suck" came Shaun's order. She sucked as hard as she could and the next thing she knew a torrent of smoke filled her lungs. "Say cheese" Dave said as he was holding up a camera. Kelly gave a big smile and all Sharon had time to do was move her eyes to look a the camera, while her lips were still pressed to the bong. Kelly excused herself to the bathroom and Sharon was coughing out of control. Shaun said to her "here drink this, it will help." He passed her a surfer on acid, which she downed right away as Dave was taking another picture. Kelly came back in the room and asked Dave if that was a hot tub in the back? "It sure is and I love that damn thing," he said. "Oh, lets go in, can we, can we?" Kelly asked. Shaun replied "Sure, not a problem, we can miss class tomorrow, lets stay up late and tell some good stories in the relaxing hot tub!" Sharon was now really blitzed out of her head and she muttered to Kelly about not having a bathing suit. The guys over heard and said that you could wear your underwear. Kelly assured her that is was totally normal and people do it all the time. The guys went ahead to get things running and Kelly asked Sharon to stay with her cause she did not want to be alone. In her intoxicated state she thought that the girl needed her help and reasoned that her underwear was just like a bathing suit anyway. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 02 Thanks for the huge amount of feedback. * Sharon did not know what to do. It was now 8pm on Saturday and she had lost count with regards to how many times Shaun had made her cum that day. Shaun was downstairs talking to his friends while Sharon waited for him in bed. The guilt she was feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The problem was that she had never been as sexually excited as she was made that day. Every second of it was as clear as a bell to her and she could remember having the dirtiest thoughts of her life in her head while being roughly fucked by Shaun. She did not quite know it yet, but something had been awoken inside of her being. Something that she never knew was there. Shaun came back to the room with Dave and told Sharon to get down from the bed. She did not see Dave standing by the door with his video camera up and running. Getting a great shot of Sharon climbing down the ladder from the loft. When she did see Dave Sharon panicked and jumped towards Shaun as if he would protect her. All Shaun did was grab her by her hair with his right hand and turn her around so that her back was to the camera. With his left had he smacked away her hands and told her to put them behind her back. Once her hands were gone Shaun quickly smacked each of her large tits strait down one after the other. SMACK SMACK! "AHH" Sharon wailed. Shaun then told Sharon "whenever I do that you get on your knees and open your mouth without any question! Do you understand bitch?" "What, ouh ah ah" SMACK! "OK, shit, ok, ok" Sharon sobbed as she got on her knees. During the bustle Dave had moved around for a nice sideways shot of the action. With Sharon now on her knees with her mouth open she moved her hands up to touch her sore boobs. "Hands behind your back" Shaun said coolly. "Now, take my cock as far into your mouth as you can, then start bobbing up and down" "But, the camera, I, I can't do that with the camera here" Sharon said meekly. "If Dave leaves I'll do it for you." "OK, get the fuck out!" Shaun said sternly. "No more dick for you bitch" "What, what do you mean? Why are you being this way Shaun?" Sharon said with a real sense of fear in her heart. Not fear for the situation she was in, but rather the idea of not having sex with Shaun again struck a cord in Sharon's subconscious. There was no way for her to know it but Sharon was hooked on the experiences she had had that day with Shaun. Shaun grabbed her tank top and shorts to give her and was about to throw them in her face when Sharon put out a hand and whispered, "wait, let's talk." "What, no, the way this works is, you do what I tell you or you leave," "Ok, stop, I'll do it" Sharon said as her head hung low. "But, the video is just for you two right?" "Yeah!" Shaun lied. In Sharon's head she thought that once she got Shaun alone she could convince him to give her the tape and pictures. She just needed to get him alone again! She would just do this and nobody would every need know about it. After sitting there on her knees for about five minutes while giving Shaun the sloppiest blowjob she had ever given. Sharon's hands unconsciously started to wander her body. Her left hand was pinching and squeezing her tits while the right was busily rubbing her clit in small circles. Within a few more minutes Sharon started to have a monstrous orgasm with Shaun's cock jammed in her mouth. The guys could easily tell with the extreme muffled moans that were escaping from her mouth. Drool was now dripping from her chin and onto her big tits and the light reflected well of these things for the camera. Shaun then said, "fuck this shit" as he roughly pushed Sharon on her back. She was in a daze while still on the tail end of her orgasm. And she started to beg Shaun to fuck her. "Ple, uh, gofuck, pleeeee, oh shit, ah ah ah, please fuck me Shaun" she finally managed to stammer out between breaths. "With what bitch?" Shaun asked. "Your pen...cock, fuck me with your cock please." Sharon gasped while staring directly at Shaun's rock hard member being stroked by his hand. "Do you need it?" he asked. "Oh god yes, more than anything please" Sharon replied. "Where do you want it" was his next taunt. "Anywhere you want, my pussy please, or my ass" came Sharon's quick reply. "Oh really, so you want me to put my black cock up your ass? "Yesssss" was all that came out of Sharon's gritted teeth. "No, not tonight bitch Shaun said with a chuckle. "Are you my bitch Sharon? he asked. "Yes, I wanna be your bitch" she replied. "I just want some titty tonight bitch," Shaun stated. He had reached over for a bottle of lube and tossed it to her. "Rub this between your tits" he told her Sharon complied and made her tits nice and shiny for the camera. "Suck on your nipples" Dave told her. Sharon started to do this without any question not caring anymore that Dave was in the room with a video camera. Shaun grabbed the lube and straddled Sharon before telling her to push her tits together around his cock. He loved the fact that most of his cock was hidden between her massive tit flesh. He was really starting to lay into her tits after a while, grunting more and more. Telling Sharon to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. Shaun almost lost it when he saw how far her mouth could open and how far this bitches tongue came out. It was as if she was made of rubber and he thought to himself that he could probably get his fist in there. Shaun then squirted a bunch of lube into her open mouth. This was done for the camera and it went along with Shaun saying, "in case I want to fuck your throat some more." He made Dave come in and get some great close-ups of her wide-open mouth filled 1/4 of the way with lube. Shaun had to cum soon and he knew it. He kept getting these nice surprises of how hot this bitch was. Shaun told Sharon to keep repeating the word 'fuck' over and over again while he titty fucked her. As he was pumping away between her tits Sharon was moaning "fuck, uh, fuck ah fuck, fuck fuck, ah fuck" all the time with little wispy breaths from the pounding her tits were getting. "Ah shit bitch you're making me cum!!!!" was all Shaun got out as he pulled up Sharon's open mouth to his cock. "Open wider"! He told her as she was panting and moaning in anticipation. Blast after blast of hot cum started to hit the roof of Sharon's mouth while the tip of her tongue was still down at the bottom of her chin. When he was done with his nut, Shaun had filled her mouth almost all the way and the camera was getting a great shot of the liquid sloshing around. When she was finally told to swallow Sharon had trouble with the large amount of cum and lube. Her eyes started to water and she gagged a few times before getting it down. After a little chill out time Shaun and Dave realized they needed to get the Sat night going. Shaun threw the "ZB BITCH" tank top at Sharon along with the tight cut off jean shorts and told her to get dressed. "Ok, may I take a shower"? Sharon asked. "No" came the quick reply "we don't have time" Dave added. When Sharon had put the white cotton shirt on and squeezed into the shorts both Dave and Shaun had to remark to themselves how hot her body looked. While Sharon was busy putting on her 'fuck me' shoes that had been part of her outfit the other night she noticed the water running in the bathroom where Shaun was. He came out dressed, but had obviously jumped in the shower. "I thought we did not have time to shower," Sharon said to nobody in particular. The guys both ignored her and went about getting ready. Dave was carrying a school bag and they started to walk outside to where the cars were. "I, I can't go out in public like this. I need a jacket or something," Sharon said while looking down. "Shut up bitch" was all Shaun said. "Get I the front seat" came his next order to Sharon. If only her friend's and family could see her now. Being ordered around like a bad child by this college kid who was almost ten years younger than her. Not to mention that she was wearing an outfit that made her look like a wanton slut for these two black guys she was with. The icing on the cake was the expensive diamond ring she still had on, it really went with the getup. After a couple of seconds in the car and Dave had the camera out in the back seat. He was getting a great angle over Sharon's left shoulder looking right down into her ample cleavage. Shaun had his right hand in-between Sharon's spread legs and he was using his palm to rub her crotch. This meant that Sharon's face had a glazed over look and she was giving the thousand yard stare off to the right. Only a couple of minutes later and Shaun's Explorer pulled into one of the local liquor stores. When Shaun took his hand away Sharon let out a noticeable whimper and looked over at him. Shaun handed Sharon a piece of paper that looked like a shopping list. "Go get this stuff for tonight, we will wait here for you" as he handed her the paper. "B, but, please, I can not go out in this outfit, what if someone recognizes me?" Sharon pleaded. Look, you can go in and get the stuff and we will wait, or we can push you out of the car and you can walk home, your choice" came Shaun's reply. Sharon thought for a second and then sighed while putting her head down. "Ok, do you have any money"? she asked. "Why, you have your purse" came Shaun's answer. Sharon just got out and went for the door. "He could have parked a little closer," she thought to herself. This being Sat nights there were kids everywhere and of course a lot were buying alcohol. Sharon was mortified by the comments she was getting. One guy said something about her 'puppies' while some other guy made a comment about it being cold tonight. These were the only ones she did not get. The others were clear as a bell to her. Like when one black kid asked her 'how much'. Still another kid said 'jesus look at those fuckers'. One of the things on the list was two cases of beer so Sharon headed to the coolers first. When she saw her reflection in the cooler door Sharon almost fainted. The problem was that the oil and drool on her chest had soaked through the front of her tank top. Basically her entire chest area was see thru. Her nipples were sticking out half an inch and she still had a flushed look on her face that screamed I JUST GOT FUCKED! Her rack jiggled as she carried the beer to the counter and guys were staring right at her tits while she was waiting in the line. Even the Asian man working the counter was beside himself. In her mind Sharon was thinking that the faster she leave the sooner it would be over. Once at the counter she handed the list to the man and told him that is everything she would need. ''Ok' he smiled. He began to box up a lot of bottles of booze from behind the counter. He then said something in Chinese to his coworker who went to the back of the store. In a few minutes he returned with 4 large boxes of XX-large condoms, which he placed next to the booze. The other salesman placed two porn magazines on top of that along with a bottle of cooking oil. The 8 or so people in the store were staring in disbelief at what this girl was buying. Next thing she knew a hand grabbed her ass and she almost screamed, but before she could Shaun said to her "Hi baby, thought you could use help carrying all this." As he was saying this he leaned in and gave her a long kiss on the lips. She did not know what to do so her first instinct was to say thanks and kiss back. After she paid the few hundred dollars, Sharon freaked out when Shaun asked her. "Hey Mrs. Sobel, are you sure this will be enough condoms?" She stuttered and could not catch her breath, as the only thing going on in her mind was the idea that she just got called Mrs. Sobel in this place. Again, all she could think to do was agree and say "uh huh." Sharon would have loved it to know that Dave was right outside the door videotaping this whole interaction. Everything from the see through top to the leers from the patrons was captured on camera. Dave could not wait to see how the audio came up. You see Shaun was wearing a wireless mic that fed into the camera. Once in the car Sharon put her face in her hands so that she would not see all the people pointing at her. She did not realize it but, her legs were sliding next to each other and her pussy was soaking wet. There was something about the way that Shaun had taken control in there and moved her around. The kick was that people watching and staring at her seemed to turn Sharon on. Every few minutes she started to think "my god, what am I doing here?" Then the thought of a big hard black cock would come back into her head and she would get the glassy eye look again. When they got back to the house the three went inside and Shaun told some guys to bring everything in from the car. Sharon started to walk to Shaun's room and he followed her in. "Shaun, this is not right, I am married. I have a family and this can not happen any more!" Sharon said with surprising force behind her voice. While she was saying this Shaun was busy putting on a different outfit. "Shaun I think I need to go home now, lets just forget this whole thing and keep it our secret ok?" "Sounds good" Shaun said. Sharon paused for a second while she stared at the bulge in Shaun's underwear. "Ok, here is my card if you need me and I guess I will see you around" Shaun said as he handed her a card. With that Sharon walked out the door and headed for her apartment. One of the guys asked Shaun "hey man, where the fuck is she going?" "Don't worry bro, she will be back" was Shaun's reply. After about one block Sharon was walking briskly and thinking about driving home to her family. "Fuck, I told Chris I was sick. If he sees me tonight he will know I lied!" I guess I have to stay here then. Not to mention she still had the fraternity letters written on her tits and asshole. As she was saying this Sharon started to picture the bulge in Shaun's shorts she just saw. Then she started to picture his hard cock and remember how it felt jammed in her mouth. "Ah, what is wrong with me?" she scolded herself! "Can I not control this shit?" "Why am I thinking about his cock so much"? "Maybe I should go back and give him this card back, because I will not ever need it! Yes, that is what I will do, make sure Shaun knows that I love my husband and not his co...I love my husband!" So, there was that lovely blond wife and mother taking baby steps toward the front door of the black fraternity house. She had the card Shaun had given her in both hands in front of her pussy. This was causing her tits to mash together and give some great cleavage. As she got to the front door one guy who was playing some music noticed her and smiled. He then called out for Shaun who appeared a few minutes later. "Yo, what's up? I thought you needed to go home to your husband?" Shaun asked. "I, I uh wanted to... you should know um, that I, I" Sharon babbled out while not keeping eye contract with Shaun. When she was in front of him he controlled her, and this was when she was starting to understand it. "Wait, I can't hear you," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The next instant Sharon was in a bathroom with the door closed and Shaun was only an inch or two away from her. "What did you need Sharon? came Shaun's question. He started to rub his crotch while he asked her. As she licked her lips while staring at his crotch Sharon stammered out. "uh, but, not in here, uh I want" When she looked up and made eye contact to finish her thought Shaun started to hold her hand. Slowly he pulled her hand towards his hardening cock and in an instant her gut reaction was to grasp it. "Uh" she said as her eyes darted down to see her hand already squeezing his cock and balls. "Take it out Sharon" Shaun said to her. "Shit, its so hard, ok" Sharon panted out. Shaun pushed back on her shoulders and Sharon almost fell backwards onto the toilet seat. When Sharon finally got his pants down Shaun's cock sprang free like a catapult and smacked her in the chin. The force from this literally knocked Sharon's head back and without a thought the instant she saw cock flying at her Sharon stuck out her tongue. At this point Sharon was so hot you could see a huge wet spot in her jean shorts. There it was, a perfect picture of this nice mother and wife sitting on a dirty frat toilet sucking a black kids giant cock. Shaun opened the door and told his friend to send Dave with the camera. Sharon had no idea what was going on as she was concentrating on getting this cock to cum. She did not realize it but Sharon was having a reaction now when she sucked dick. Her body was becoming more and more turned on by the idea of having a hard cock in her mouth. In fact, a better description would be to say that all her orifices loosened up and got wet when she was sucking dick. In the two minutes it took Dave to get there Sharon had convinced Shaun to start fucking her. Only thing was Shaun wanted to do something dirty. When Dave turned the corner he could not help but laugh. There was Sharon on her knees with her shorts around her ankles. Shaun had ripped her tank top off into two pieces. These pieces were now used to tie Sharon's hands together under the back of the toilet. Fucking her from behind Shaun had pushed her head into the bowl of the toilet. The amplified sound of the grunts and moans coming from in the toilet really made the two friends smile. Shaun wanted to exploit this. He started to have Sharon repeat things that he told her to say. He knew that they could simply take out the audio of his voice and the tape would then appear as if Sharon was just saying stuff while getting the shit fucked out of her. "You want this cock to make you cum" he asked, "Uh, fuck, uh yeah, make me cum! She replied. "Say it bitch," he said. "I ant your cck to mae me cum" Sharon gurgled out through the toilet water splashing on her face. All the time the time there was the constant sound of Sharon's big tits slapping against the dirty bowl. "Tell me whose ass this is? Shaun asked her. "Uh, god fuck. Yer, yers ass" SMACK, Shaun slapped her ass hard, "say it bitch." "Uh, fuck ah ah ah ah, it's your ass Shaun, it's yours, just fuck me" Sharon screamed out. "Well, whose tits are these?" Shaun asked as he roughly squeezed one boob. "Your, ah ah your tits, they are your tits" SMACK, good answer. "You want to cum bitch?" "Uh, ah, fuck yeah, I wanna cum for you" Sharon yelled. "You love this cock?" "Yes, oh god yes, I love your cock, fuck meeeee" Sharon mewled. "Is it better than your husbands cock?" "Yes, you're bet better than my husband, ah so big, harder ah ah faster" "Say, 'I am Mrs. Sobel and I love this black cock'" "Uh, ah, fuck, I ah I ah I am Mrs. SSSobell and I luvvvvv this b black cock" Sharon said as Shaun really went to town on her. "Again" Shaun said. "Uh ah I am Sharon Sobel and I love this black coooock ehhhh." "Good girl" Shaun motioned for Dave to move closer. "Say it again bitch" Shaun said as he pulled her head out of the toilet. Dave was only 10 inches from her wet face as Sharon looked at the camera with a look of total lust on her face. "I am Mrs. Sharon Sobel and I love this black cock" SMACK Shaun hit her ass again which produced a grunt from deep in her stomach as Sharon bent her head down to go back into the bowl. As Shaun continued to fuck her Sharon had her second orgasm when she felt totally naughty and wicked for what she just said. At this point Shaun was too far-gone, he actually started to cum without wanting to. He quickly pulled out and shot jet after jet of cum onto Sharon's back. Dave got some great footage of this as well. Shaun stood up and looked down at his conquest. The beautiful naked wife with handprints all over her ass was tied up to the toilet while panting uncontrollably. Shaun and Dave both high five'd each other while thinking about how lucky they were. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 02 After a few minutes Shaun ripped Sharon's hands free and led her topless ass up to the bathroom. He told her to take a shower and wash her dirty ass. Sharon was hornier now than she could ever remember being in her life. "Do you wanna come shower with me?" she asked him. "No, I am gonna use another shower." "But, please I want you to, you don't have to do anything just stand there and I will do everything, please" Sharon heard these words coming out of her mouth and could not believe what she was saying. When she thought about it she realized that what she said is what she wanted. She had an itch between her legs she had never experienced before and there seemed to be some chemical bond between Shaun and said feeling. After a long hot shower Sharon emerged to Shaun's room and found him and Dave both sitting there on the couch. There was a video camera in the corner on a tripod. She tried to cover herself but for some reason the only towel in the bathroom was very small and there was no way it could wrap around her rather ample chest. "Before you get ready Shaun and I want to examine your body. Dave said to her. "What do you mean?" Sharon asked. "You heard what he said bitch, use your brain!" Shaun said to her. "Bring the towel over here so Dave can help you dry off." Sharon took baby steps over the Dave. She was not sure why but, being treated like this was getting her pussy even more wet. She looked right at the camera and did not see a flashing light. "It can't be on right?" she thought to herself. Little did she know that Dave had made their cameras with a led indicator switch. That way you could choose to have a record light on or not. Sharon meekly handed the towel to Dave and felt really embarrassed about standing naked in front of two guys. She tried not to think about it but, she was also getting even more turned on by what she was doing. Thoughts drifted through her head like...'god what have I been missing all my life' and 'why have I never done this before, it feels so right.' She would then reason it away with 'oh, I just never went to school, so it is normal to experiment, right?' Dave started to dry off parts of her body. He lifted up each tit and dried right underneath. Holding them up by the nipple made Sharon unconsciously start walking in place and panting. After taking his time on the left tit he let it drop and slam down onto her body. Next he did the same thing to the right tit. He then ordered Sharon to turn around and bend over. She did and her tits hung low like pendulums. "Reach behind and spread your ass apart" he ordered he. "O,ok" Sharon stammered as she was so horny she did not know what to do. She reached back and spread her cheeks rather high. "No, no, like this" Dave said as he grabbed her hands and put them right near her asshole. Spread it WIDE!" Sharon grunted with excitement at what she was doing and pulled her ass apart as far as it would go. The lettering on her asshole was still there and it brought a smile to each guys face. Dave dried her crotch and spent some extra time rubbing her pussy while enjoying the wobbly state Sharon was getting in. When he thought she was gonna cum Dave stopped and told her to get dressed. "Uh, no, please keep going!" Sharon begged, "I was so close" "I was just drying you off, what do you mean keep going?" Dave taunted her. "Keep rubbing me right there, as she started playing with he clit, I'll do whatever you want, just do not stop" "Ok, Dave said, suck our dicks and I will make you cum." Sharon thought about it for a few seconds because she had never seen two dicks at the same time. Video could prove otherwise, but Sharon could not remember that. Without another word Sharon turned and go on her knees in front of Dave. Both cocks were already out and rock hard. She plunged her mouth onto Dave's cock and loved the way it felt. Shaun grabbed her hand and moved it over to his dick. She instantly grabbed it and began to pump her fist as she let out some serious moans. "Switch" Shaun yelled out while grabbing Sharon's hair and pulling her head off of Dave's dick. "Mmmh, ah ah" came out of Sharon's high-pitched voice. Taking one breath Sharon quickly had another cock shoved into her sloppy mouth. This went on for about half an hour. The guys made a game out of it. Getting her all worked up on one cock and then ripping her head off of it. At one point they were passing her mouth back and forth as quickly as possible. Sharon felt like she was being slid around like some groceries at the checkout counter. When Dave was gonna cum he pushed Sharon on her but and told her to look up while opening her mouth. "Wide!" he yelled at her and Sharon gaped her mouth while sticking out her tongue. "When I cum, don't swallow, got that bitch?" "Uh uh" Sharon replied with out even putting the tongue back into her mouth. Shaun roughly grabbed one of her tits as he started to fill her mouth with stream after stream of boiling cum. When he finished he examined her mouth that was no half filled with his white cum and smiled. "Don't you dare swallow a drop?" he told her. When Sharon looked over at Shaun she realized he had the camera in his had and was close-up on her face. "Oh shit, she thought, is that thing on? But there is no light?" "Grab my cock and make me cum into your open mouth" he ordered her. Sharon was distraught about the camera, but not in a way that would out warrant her getting to cum. For some reason that she had never experienced before her carnal needs seemed to overtake everything else. She just needs to get to cum and then sort it all out later. She used both hands to pump Shaun fast into her open mouth. "Look at the camera" Shaun told her. For some reason the idea of looking at the camera felt kinky to Sharon and she started to enjoy it. Her hands were a blur and then without a word from Shaun...boom a huge jet of cum flew right into Sharon's right eye. She jumped back; Shaun grabbed his cock with his left hand and put the tip at the opening of her mouth. Dave yelled out, "don't swallow bitch" In the commotion the next thing Sharon knew was that her mouth was overflowing with sperm. Dave had grabbed the back of her hair to make sure she continued to look at the camera. After a few seconds Sharon was told to swallow and clean herself up. She greedily swallowed the sperm, which actually gave her a mini orgasm because it was so dirty. When she reached for a box of Kleenex. Dave said, "what are you dong?" " am cleaning up" Sharon replied. "No, whatever you missed in your mouth, you need to get with your fingers and scoop into you mouth. Sharon got the dirtiest look on her face and did as she was told. "OK, now you can use some water to wash up" Dave told her. "Remember Sharon, the cum always goes in your mouth." "Y yes, ok" Sharon stammered. "But, do you think you could make me cum now?" Sharon asked with her best cute little girl voice. This always seemed to work on her husband. "Oh, yeah, ask me nice" Dave said. "Please sir, pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry" Sharon said as she squeezed her tits together. Dave looked at his watch. "Oh, no look at the time, sorry, you took too long with our blowjob. You can go get ready now. "But, you promised, but..." "Hurry up" Dave said. And here "put a lot of makeup on" as he handed her a makeup kit. "But, but" "Make it look slutty and hurry up." Dave ordered. After she washed the bits of cum off Sharon looked at herself in the mirror and saw the faded frat letters written on her tits. "Oh god, why am I still here" she thought to herself. Without even thinking about it Sharon started to apply her makeup. She put on a heavy blue eye shadow along with a subtle skin tone lipstick. The thing was she put on a lot of lip-gloss, this was the most shiny her lips had ever been. When she finished the detail work Sharon looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She again noticed the letters that she had scrubbed to get off. She thought to herself how bad it looked faded. "At this point it may as well be written in dark letters because when it's faded it looks so bad," Sharon thought to herself. Sharon walked back into the room and looked at Dave and Shaun who were smoking weed on the couch while watching TV. She was standing there naked and for some reason she was not bothered by it at all. She was staring at the bong they were using. She could not quite put her finger on it but this thing seemed to have some hidden sexual reference for her. "Want a hit?" Shaun asked her. "Uh, k" Sharon said. She came over and got on her knees to suck on the device not thinking about the camera that was back in the corner. In a few minutes Sharon was really high as the only weed in this house was chronic strong. "You are gonna wear this tonight" Shaun said as he handed Sharon a bag. "What is it"? Sharon asked. "Don't ask so many questions bitch, just put it on and show us." Shaun ordered, "Get dressed in the corner" She went over to the corner and emptied the contents. A pair of black high heel clogs fell to the floor with a thump. There was a pair of red thigh high stockings and matching bra and panties that were see thru. A short black skirt along with a very thin white button up blouse. Once dressed Sharon looked like a cross between a stripper and a teacher. She was a total wet dream. Dave had made her a mind eraser drink and told her to use the straw and take it down in one go. She sucked for a few seconds and then finished. At that point did she tell how strong it was and she got all fuzzy. Shaun led her downstairs to where the party was pumping and tons of people were all over. For some reason lots of guys were coming up to Sharon and putting there are around her to take pictures. From time to time a hand would grab her ass and she was actually getting quite turned on by it. She was not as drunk as the other night but it actually seemed to be more fun now that she saw what was going on. There was something about getting all this attention that really got Sharon's juices flowing. She was grabbed by a lot of guys and pulled on to the dance floor. She really enjoyed pumping to the rap music and most of the time she was sandwiched between two guys. A few drinks later and Sharon was still having a blast. For some reason she noticed Shaun dancing with another girl and he started to kiss her. Without thinking she was about to go over and tell that bitch he was taken. "Why does he need to talk to her?" she wondered. The guy behind her grabbed her tits and that brought her back to what she was doing. She decided that she could make Shaun jealous too, so she started to shake even wilder and put the dirtiest look she could muster on her face. A while later Shaun grabbed Sharon and took her upstairs to his room. Five guys followed in and sat around. They talked and smoked some weed. Of course they were all looking at her red bra, which showed right through the material of her shirt. "Kevin, have you met Sharon?" Shaun asked his new buddy. "No I have not, what's up baby?" Kevin asked her. "Sharon, show Kevin your underwear." Shaun said bluntly. "What, but..." "Show him or you are gonna have to leave the party. That's the rules." "Sharon was faded and she did not put up too much of a fight before starting to lift her tight skirt up for this strange black kid. Once her skirt was up around her waist Sharon turned around and showed him the thong panties. Then she started to unbutton the two buttons of the shirt that were not already open. The last one was really tight due to the force of her tits wanting to get free. When she did get it the damn thing almost popped off and flew across the room. Her tits both moved a few inches apart from each other in the rather flimsy bra. "I told you to show him your underwear bitch, not give him a fashion show. Now, take off your underwear and let him look at them." Shaun barked. When he spoke like this Sharon just crumbled and did what he said. Right away she was peeling down her panties and handing them to Kevin. She then took off her shirt and unclasped the bra. Once in his hands Kevin remarked how nice they were. Sharon stood there looking at the floor while these black kids stared at her body. "What's wrong with you bitch, did I tell you to stay topless? Put your shirt back on! God what a stupid slut you are." Shaun snapped. Something about hearing the word 'slut' really got Sharon turned on as she was putting back on the tight shirt. It was a joke how visible her rock hard nipples were while being there in front of these guys. "Sharon, are you horny?" Kevin asked her. Sharon panicked at the blunt question and did not answer. "I think that a nice girl like you would not be here looking like she does if she were not rally horny. So are you?" Sharon felt like such a slut, when she peeked up at him and squeaked out, "a little." They roared with laughter. 'A little' Kevin mocked. You look like you are dripping wet. "Come here so I can check" Sharon walked over to him and she was shaking at the thought of what was going to happen next. Without a word Kevin grabbed her and pulled her towards his lap. When she was awkwardly bent over with her hands on the wall for support Kevin reached into her crotch and shoved two fingers up her cunt. Sharon yelped and her body shuddered. "Oh god", she thought to herself, "this is crazy." "These kids are all going to fuck me and I want them to." Kevin looked at Shaun and asked, "what can we do to her?" "Want to butt fuck her?" Shaun asked. Sharon was so turned on by the fact that they were talking about fucking her ass without even asking her. "Hell yeah!" Kevin replied. "Ok, watch this" Shaun said as he grabbed Sharon by the hair and pulled her to the corner. "Take your shirt off" Shaun ordered as he stood facing the now panting and shaking Sharon. She fumbled with the buttons and finally had the shirt in a puddle at her feet. "You like my cock?" he asked her as he gently touched her cheek. "Y yes" she whispered. "Yes what?" he asked. "Yes I like your black cock" Sharon said as she was getting more and more turned on. Without a so much as one tell, Shaun smacked down on her right tit and Sharon crumpled to the floor. Her instincts remembered what to do and instantly her mouth was open and she was getting Shaun's cock out. A tear rolled down her face, but she was so horny that all she wanted in the world was to get the cock out. When she did get the cock in her mouth Shaun instantly pulled it out and smacked her cheek. He went to a drawer and came back with a pair of handcuffs. "Turn around" he told her. Still on her knees Sharon did just that and she leaned forward as she was scared of what was gonna happen. Shaun grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back. Pulling her to her feet he walked her over to the couch and bent her over the armrest. He then attached a blindfold to her eyes and she was totally in the dark. The next thing she new she was feeling something wet on her ass crack and all of a sudden she shivered and mewled as a finger went up her ass. She heard some smacking sounds and then Shaun's voice said "it's all yours dog, remember the deal, you only get her ass and use the condoms or I will beat the shit out of you." "Don't even come at me like that man," Kevin said, "I know the deal." The guys in the room took turns fucking Sharon in the ass and she came at least once with each of the four guys. Within a few minutes she was begging for it to be harder and rougher. It was a good thing the cuffs were steel or else she might have broken through them. Not that she had any idea what was going on, but other guys were coming into the room. They had heard the rumor about the whore up-stairs with the gaping asshole. It sure was spread pretty fuckin wide. Shaun was at the door making sure things were cool and he and Dave took turns talking pictures and watching the door, or gong to the party to try and get girls. Dave brought some girls up to the room so that they could laugh at how Sharon looked. Her ass was free to house members, but Shaun was not passing up the chance of a few bucks, so all the random guys that came up to the room were charged $75 for Sharon's ass. The line went downstairs and outside. When Sharon woke up the next morning her ass felt like it was going to fall out of her body. She went to the bathroom and when she got up she noticed a lot of color on the toilet seat. She tried to turn around and see, but she could not read her ass. It actually said in several colors of ink..."K-DUB WAS HERE" on her left cheek. Her back was also all written on as well. It turns out that a lot of the guys had taken the liberty of writing on her back with a sharpie. Almost all the guys had signed their names. When she looked in the mirror Sharon did not recognize herself. She looked like she got hit my a paint truck. In red letters across her forehead the word 'SLUT' was written. On her right cheek the word 'CUM' and on the left the word 'HERE' were written with an arrow pointing to her mouth. At that point she swallowed and sure enough her mouth was still coated with sperm. Not sure what to do she swallowed several times to get rid of the slime. She woke Shaun up and started to yell at him. He told her to calm down and hold on. "It's not my fault" he said, I had too much to drink and passed out. The truth was he left to get some girl at the end of the night. Dave had actually found it pretty funny to tape the sleeping Sharon getting written on. On her inner thigh she noticed words too. Her right leg leading up to her pussy said "BLACK COCK" and on the opposite leg "ONLY" this time with arrows going to her pussy and ass. The truth was that Dave and Shaun had sold her ass last night to anybody who had the cash. They were an equal opportunity ass dealership. 'Oh my god' she thought to herself as she ran to the shower in an attempt to scrub this off. As she walked away Shaun thought to himself 'shit, good thing she can't see her ass and back' He went to Dave's room and Dave filled him in on what happened to her while he was gone while he gave some examples on the computer. Dave rarely slept so he had already digitized a lot of yesterday's footage. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 03 This is a work of fiction. (Fiction means fake) If you can't figure that out you should throw your computer out the window. Thanks for all the great feedback! * Shaun followed Sharon into the bathroom to let her know again that he had no idea how all the writing had gotten on her body. He then told her that he would help her clean up in the shower. He grabbed some washcloths and lava soap. Sharon got into the shower with no question. After a few minutes a lot of the ink was scrubbed away. Of course it only took a few more minutes for Shaun to get hard and for Sharon to feel the big black cock pressing against her wet skin. After she had soaped him up and rinsed away the suds Sharon was on her knees in the shower bobbing her head up and down on Shaun's big cock. Shaun then picked her up and put her back to the wall of the shower while he shoved himself inside her dripping pussy. Sharon had never been elevated up and trapped like she was and she loved it! A few minutes in and she was screaming for more while clawing at Shaun's back. Two orgasms later and Sharon could not support herself after Shaun pulled out and let her back on her feet. She crumpled up on the floor of the tub while Shaun shot blast after blast of hot cum onto her face. For some reason Sharon found herself trying to catch as much of his cum in her mouth as she could. She washed up again after lying there for a few minutes. Wrapping in a small towel Sharon then joined Shaun in his room. Sharon sat next to him as he watched TV, the whole time feeling guilty about the fact that she was having all these new feeling for this black student. After a few hours Shaun told her to go home because he had to study. Sharon said she did not know where her clothes were so Shaun went over to a box and got her a fresh "ZB Bitch" baby tee along with a pair of small black hot pants. Sharon dressed and walked back to her apartment. After about a block Sharon realized that she did not want to leave at all and she already missed the idea of not being back at the frat house. A few hours later Shaun called her cell phone and told Sharon to make he and Dave dinner as they would be over in one hour. Sharon ran to the store and bought some food to make. Right before the two guys got to her apartment Sharon had a wicked thought come over her. Maybe she should be wearing the tee that Shaun gave her. So, with dinner done Sharon decided to change out of her sweat suit and put on a pair of workout shorts and the small baby tee. She also threw on a coat of red lipstick and sprayed cologne between her tits. Sharon was not exactly sure as to why she felt the need to change, it just seemed like the normal thing to do. A few minutes later and there was a knock at the door. Sharon answered and Dave was standing there pointing a video camera at her face. Shaun walked in pushing her to the side and had a look around. "Nice place bitch." He said to Sharon while looking in her room. "Love the outfit." He said after noticing her shirt. Both guys laughed out loud at how awkward Sharon looked. "Come here and get on your knees!" Shaun ordered Sharon. For some reason that Sharon could not explain having Shaun tell her what to do and treat her roughly gave her a sinking feeling in her stomach. After a few seconds Sharon walked over to Shaun and got on her knees. At that point Shaun walked back to the dinner table and sat down. Dave followed with the camera and sat next to Shaun. "Get us our food!" Shaun said coolly. Sharon sprang to her feet and almost skipped to the kitchen. Dave got a great shot of her tits bouncing as she did. She served them and the two boys ate while talking to one another. Sharon made several trips to the kitchen for more food and beers. For some reason she felt like a waitress and she liked it! After the guys were full Shaun told Sharon to get under the table. She got that sinking feeling again and after a brief hesitation she bent and crawled under by Shaun's feet. "Now suck me off!" Shaun ordered. By this time Sharon knew what she was going to have to do and she was already panting for it. Dave had the camera under the table and was capturing the whole thing on tape. After a few minutes Shaun became tired of the confines of the table so he ordered Sharon to crawl into the bedroom. Dave followed behind her ass as Shaun taunted her by calling her a "bitch" and telling her to "come get her dinner now." What happened next was very pornographic. Shaun and Dave took turns ravaging the married white mother of two. They both fucked her mouth, ass, tits and pussy. Several loads of cum were shot into her open and begging mouth. Shaun had also tuned Sharon into quite the potty mouth. Having her beg and tease the camera with phrases like "fuck my cunt" and "give me your black cock!" Even better was when he was going to cum he had Sharon look in the camera and proclaim, "fuck my ass and cum in my mouth!" He did. Both guys ended up sleeping at Sharon's apartment. Dave slept on the couch while Shaun slept in bed with Sharon. She woke up in the morning and loved the fact that she had her arms around such a big guy. She felt really happy with his cock pressed against her stomach. Sharon had remembered a story that one of her friends had told her once. It was about how she woke her husband once by giving him head. Of course Sharon had never tried this on her husband but at this very moment she thought that Shaun might like it. The next thing she knew Sharon had her hand around Shaun's cock and was staring intently at it while she stroked up and down. Within only a few minutes Shaun's cock was hard and Sharon had worked her jaw around his head. Shaun woke up with his new bitch slobbering on his cock and he thought to himself that she really needed his cock now if she was doing this of her own accord. Shaun wrapped his hands tightly in her blond hair as her head bobbed faster and faster. Shaun remarked to himself about how she had become such a good dick sucker in under two weeks. After Shaun blew his load directly down her willing throat Shaun had her put on the "ZB Bitch" baby tee. Sharon was very horny and she quickly put on the shirt. While she looked for it Shaun went into the living room and got the camera out while making sure that Dave was still asleep on the couch. He came back into the bedroom and made Sharon lie down and pretend to sleep. He then had her wake up and tip toe out to where Dave was sleeping in order to give him the same treatment. After Dave shot his load down her swallowing throat both guys took turns showering with Sharon and then left to go to school. Not for lack of begging Sharon found herself very disappointed that neither had taken the time to fuck her that morning so she started playing with her pussy until she had a little orgasm. Sharon did not hear from or see Shaun for three days and she found herself really upset and missing him. She was extremely close to going over to the frat house and seeing him again, however the guilt got the better of her and she made due with masturbating. She was playing with herself at least twice a day and starting to get rather good at it. One day in the tub she all of a sudden realized she was jamming three fingers up her ass while playing with her clit. She came violently as she remembered being thrown around by Shaun. Friday came and Sharon was rather reluctant to go home to her family. The long drive home was a very guilty one as she was thinking about her loving family and what they would feel if they knew about all the things that she had done. If she could only imagine what they would think of the website that Shaun and Dave were at that very moment starting to put together. It was a website about white girls and black guys. If Sharon only knew that they were planning on making her the star. The buzz was already going around chat rooms and various websites. Dave had released a few good pics of Sharon and the response was enormous! The guys both knew they could make a LOT of money out of this if they played it right. The whole weekend Sharon's mind was elsewhere. She enjoyed seeing her kids and husband, but, every once in a while she found her mind wandering and her legs pressing together. Sharon decided on Sunday that she should go shopping for some new clothes. All the clothes she bought were rather revealing and sexy. She even found herself in the lingerie section buying a lot of very hot items. Leaving all the bags in her car Sharon thought it best if she just took them strait to her apartment. One thing that Sharon could not stop thinking about at dinner was when she had walked past foot locker and saw all the back kids working in there. She was one second away from going in to buy tennis shoes. Not cause she needed any, but in order to just be around the black kids. She went to bed frustrated as her husband just rolled on top of her and fucked her without much zeal. Sharon found herself picturing a black cock while he fucked her. She did not cum at all and was very close to going into the bathroom to masturbate. Her first class not until noon Sharon decided to leave right after her husband and kids left for the day. The long drive was spent with Sharon either touching herself between her legs or looking around for black guys on the freeway. That afternoon at school Sharon kept looking around campus for Shaun or Dave, but to no avail. She decided she would call him that night and let him know that she had some ideas about their group project. If Sharon only knew that Kelly had come over with the same intention on Sat night. She had found herself intoxicated and fucked by about 15 members of the house all documented well by the camera. The truth be known Shaun and Dave had a few different girls that were regular fixtures for their various camera schemes. That evening Sharon called Shaun and did not say anything when he answered. After a few seconds she hung up and started pacing around her apartment. Shaun had very good caller id and he knew it was his married bitch. He chuckled to himself at the plight of the white mother. The next day Shaun decided to call Sharon and tell her he needed her help again. We are doing some publicity for the charity and I need your help with a photo shoot. Sharon stammered as she thought to herself about what that could mean. "Shaun, I, I can't do that, I'm a married women and my husband might see the pictures." Shaun replied "Oh, no, no Sharon, you've got it all wrong, the models are shooting the following day, I need you for a camera and lighting test. None of the pictures of you would ever go anywhere, in fact we would destroy them once we found out that everything looks good." "Oh." Sharon stammered, "well I guess that would be ok, you are sure the pictures would never be seen by anyone but you?" "100% positive Sharon," Shaun lied. He and Dave were planning on these shots and video clips to be the cornerstone of the new website. "What should I do?" Sharon asked. Before Shaun could answer Sharon peeped out "I went shopping over the weekend." Shaun laughed, "you did, aren't you a good girl, did you buy some sexy things?" "Y, yes, I think so." Sharon replied quivering. "Well good, why don't you come over in a sexy outfit to this address?" Shaun told the wife. The address he gave her was about 30 minutes away and Sharon instantly got all excited at seeing Shaun again. She took a bath and made her skin very soft. Sharon got dressed in a white thong and matching lace see through bra. A pair of tight white pants that made her bubble butt pop. The top was a white shirt that wrapped around with straps and tied at the side all while showing off her back and a whole lot of cleavage. She topped it all off by putting on quite a bit of makeup and some white 4 inch spiked heel shoes. When Sharon pulled up in her Range Rover to the address she was not sure that she had the right place. The building looked run down like an old wharehouse. There were a few bums around who stared intently and the nervous wife as she made her way to the door. She knocked hard a few times but no one answered. The truth was that Dave was hiding across the street taping the nervous girl as she stood there in the ghetto. After a few minutes Shaun answered the door and greeted Sharon with a big hug and a squeez of her ass. Sharon was shocked at the fact that there were 7 strange people there. 6 black guys and one white girl. Shaun introduced Sharon as "Sharon the model" to all the people. As introduced to each guy Shaun would twirl her around and let the guys feel different parts of her body. He let her know that each one had a job, but the only one she understood was the girl who Shaun said was "makeup." A few minutes later and Dave came in the front door. He also liked Sharon's ass and helped himself to a hard squeez. Shaun moved things along quickly and had Sharon go to have makeup done with Gina the makeup girl. The makeup job was pretty tame and the girls chit chatted about this and that. When the girls came out Sharon noticed all the guys looking at a laptop while laughing and exchanging high fives. She dismissed it as some immature guy thing. If she only knew that Shaun was showing these guys a bunch of filthy pictures of which Sharon was the star. Sharon also might have been interested to know that 4 of these guys were big time porn stars. Sharon was rather impressed with the quality of all the camera and lighting equipment. Everything looked rather cool and sophisticated to her. "Ok, lets get going, Sharon will you try on the first outfit on the rack please?" Shaun said loudly. "Uh, um, ok Shaun." Sharon stammered. She grabbed the small cocktail dress and started walking to the makeup room. "Sharon, where are you going?" Shaun asked. "To change," came Sharon's simple response. "We are all professional here Sharon, just change!" said Shaun and she replied "But, But, I don't know all these people and.." "Sharon! We are all tired from the setup, all these people have stuff to do and you are gonna screw everything up because you are acting like a child. I don't want to waste all these people's time with you running off every five minutes. Change here please!" Shaun said harshly Sharon was nervous with all these people staring at her like they hated her so she quickly decided to do what she was told. "Ok, hold on a sec, I'll change." Sharon said. Within a few seconds Sharon was standing there in front of all these strangers wearing only her pants. The guys all got hard looking at this girls huge tits as she awkwardly tried to cover her giant tits with her small hands. Next came her pants and as she quickly tried to pull on the cocktail dress Shaun let her know that she should take her panties off too. So, standing there with her new dress barely over her shoulders and tits still out she stops to pull her panties down to the floor. Next she squeezes into the too small dress and stands awkwardly in front of everyone waiting to be told what to do. There were several mini sets all over the large space and for the next two hours or so Sharon was put into 4 different outfits and posed in different places. Nothing too sexual, but the outfits were all very skimpy and sexy clubber gear. Sharon was a lot more relaxed now and she actually felt very comfortable around everyone. Getting into different poses and outfits was not a big deal after a while. She might have thought it a bigger deal if she knew all the cameras were recoding her while changing and everything. A while later and Shaun had Sharon get into a school girl outfit. This was a typical plaid pleated skirt and white button up blouse. The blouse was not buttoning so Shaun asked the makeup girl, Gina to help her out. Gina was about 5'5" with shoulder length dark hair, tight body and 34 D breast size. Gina came up behind Sharon and started fumbling with the shirt. As she would try and grab the material she would help herself to handfuls of tit and squeeze pretty hard. Sharon just sat there as she figured the girl knew what she was doing. After a few minutes Shaun told them to forget the shirt and they would shoot without it. All the attention to her tits had gotten Sharon worked up without her even knowing it. The camera was picking up her hard nipples poking through her white lace bra. Sharon was smiling for the camera when all of a sudden she felt breath on the back of her neck. Sharon's neck had always been sensitive and she was getting hot from it right away. The next thing she knew, a pair of hands were caressing all over her body while a tongue was licking her ear. Sharon's breathing became more rapid and her eyes were rolling back in her head. She had no idea, but being here in this situation had made her very horny. A hand that was caressing her hair pulled her head to the left and she opened her mouth for a kiss right away. While in the middle of the kiss Sharon opened her eyes and was shocked to realize that she was kissing Gina! "Oh my god!" Sharon exclaimed. Before she could pull her head back another hand was pushing her from the other side and she was kissing again. She knew something was not right as the amount of touching that was going on seemed very overwhelming to her. As the kiss stopped Sharon looked back quickly and realized that one of the other guys was now naked and sitting right behind her touching her body. Her bra had been pushed down to her waist and her tits were out in the open, Gina was totally naked and to make matters worse Shaun was two feet away taking pictures! "Wait stop, this is not rig...ahhhh!" Sharon yelped out as her head was yanked back behind her and she was twisted around. As she exclaimed, a 10" black cock was shoved into her mouth. Her natural reaction was to lock her lips around it and begin sucking. Without thinking she got up on her knees to get a better angle on the dick. Within a second Gina had taken off the small panties that Sharon was wearing. The plaid skirt was flipped up to her back and Gina was licking her pussy from behind. After a few seconds of this Sharon started to mewl out her approval around the cock in her mouth. Any hope she had of not being there was now gone, as was any remembrance of why she was there. All that mattered to Sharon now was the horny feeling in her hot body. Twenty minutes later and she was moved again. She did not like the tight bra so Sharon quickly pulled them and the skirt off her body. Sharon and Gina were positioned on their knees side by side as the guys all formed two lines in front of them to get there dicks sucked and call the girls names. Sharon was getting more and more turned on by being called "big tit slut" and "black cock whore," by the guys who had their dick's jammed in her mouth. She was starting to realize that she liked being pounded hard and treated like a dirty slut. After swallowing two loads without missing a drop Sharon was placed up on the bed and told to lie on her back. The next thing she knew took her by surprise. Gina got up and straddled her face. Just as Sharon was going to move a large cock started pushing its way into her pussy. "Unnngghh uh uh shit fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhh!" Sharon exclaimed as Gina's pussy started to grind on her face. Sharon caught on quick and started to lick as much as she could. After a while her tongue was literally fucking Gina's pussy and the crack of her ass. A while later and the guy smacked Gina across her face very hard. Without missing a beat Gina jumped off of Sharon's face and lowered her face down to Sharon's. With her mouth wide open Gina faced the direction of the approaching cock. Sharon thought they were going to kiss again so she opened her mouth also and within a second. Bam bam bam!. Blast after blast of hot cum was spraying over both faces and into both mouths. Sharon's reaction was to try and suck the cock so she tried to move her head toward it. Gina kept her from doing this however and held her shoulders down. The result was two totally glazed faces both kissing and licking each other. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 03 Gina excused herself to the bathroom and by the time she got back Sharon had been told to lick or wipe off any left over cum and get on the other bed. She was now sandwiched in the doggy position between two guys. One fucking her ass from behind and the other shoved down her throat. After swallowing both there loads with a wide open mouth for the camera Sharon was told to shower. Gina joined her in the shower and they had a lot of fun soaping each other up, all for the hidden camera of course. When she came out (there were no towels) so, they came out wet. Sharon was told to get into a pink yellow bikini as the next shoot was a beach theme. At this point Sharon was so horny she did what she was told without much hesitation at all. The two triangles of the top were way to small for her chest and the bottom was little more that a few pieces of string. One corner of the studio was a large sand box with a ocean backdrop and the guys had equipment set up over there. As Sharon was told to get on a towel and lie down she was a little upset that no one was sitting down with her on the beach set. After a few poses Shaun started telling Sharon to do more specific things. "Push your breasts together and get on your knees, oh that's good smile ok open your mouth a bit, yeah like you're surprised, yeah that's good." "Now, push your top to the side and show us your tits." He told her. She replied "What, but I thought this was for the clothes Shaun, I mean we can have fun and all, but do you need to take pictures of me without my top on?" "Don't worry about it Sharon, these shots are not gonna be seem by anyone but me and I need to check the lighting against your skin." came his reply. At that moment Shaun was thinking to himself how dumb this bitch was for believing him. He had to smile at her response..."Oh, uh ok then, sorry," Sharon said as she started to push each triangle to the sides of her breasts. From there on it was all good with the poses she was told to do. "Yeah, that's good baby, now peel the bottoms down bit by bit and look real sexy for me." "Yeah, bend over and look back this way." "Yeah, now lick your nipples and stick out that tongue, that's good." "Now play with your pussy, yeah look how wet you are!" " Ok, now bend over again, ok now spread that ass for me, yeah let me see that asshole, that's good, now stick your fingers in there one at a time." Shaun told her. He got a few extra shots of her ring finger going into the second knuckle. In a few minutes Sharon felt other people were close behind her. As she turned around she was very shocked indeed, but it only lasted a second. All the other guys had changed into really ratty clothes and they looked like beach bums. She was really scared at first, but then she remembered she had sucked all their dicks and she felt more at ease. Shaun told Sharon to lie back on the towel as the guys gathered around her. Face down Sharon was told to pretend to be sleeping at the beach. She was then told to wake up and ask one of these guys to rub lotion on her back. She was not sure why she had to say that as this was a photo shoot, but she figured that Shaun had a reason. Within a few minutes there were 6 pairs of hands rubbing all over her body and she was in heaven. Sharon was naturally spreading her legs and soon her asshole was in plain view and she had fingers sliding in and out. One guy pulled up on her waist and she supported herself at the knees with her back arched down and her ass sticking way up. Two guys both got their oiled up fingers in her ass and were pulling in opposite directions to open it wide. With this open asshole each guy, and even Gina took turns hocking loogies up her spread asshole. Sharon was loving it and the touching had her lost in her thoughts, otherwise she might have noticed that it was now the neck of a bottle of wine sticking in her ass. The bottle was pulled out and red wine went squirting out of her ass. As one guy was waiting at her rear with a cup to catch some. He took this round to the front and told Sharon. "Here, drink this." She did not know why, but she gulped it down right away. She thought for a second, "why would they want me to drink wine?" Then the pleasure of the hands roaming her body had her face back in the sand as she moaned uncontrollably. The purpose of the wine was clear to Shaun and Dave who were busy documenting this for a video titled "White Wife Goes to the Beach." Of course this was to seem like the slutty wife gets fucked by the black homeless guys at the beach. Then things really tore loose as the guys totally let her have it. Smacking her around and pouring beer and wine all over her, she was covered in sand in a matter of minutes. The 6 guys used up all of their energy on her and then some. Pounding her ass and face into the sand, pulling her hair, calling her names. You name it and these guys were doing it to her. She seemed to be able to go on and on! She had passed out a couple of times after cuming because of a dick in her ass. Shaun was hoping for more of this but, each time she was awake again in a few seconds. For the final cum shot scene, Sharon was told to lie on her back with her legs spread and her mouth open while playing with her tits. She did this and Dave laughed to himself that she looked like a sugar cookie with two wet spots. Each guys took his turn shooting cum into her mouth and then slapping her face until she had swallowed and opened her mouth again to prove it. Shaun was only a few inches above her face as this happened to get a good angle and Dave had moved a light in closer. When Sharon wobbled her way to the shower it was past midnight and Shaun drove her in her car back to her apartment. Sharon wanted to thank Shaun for not making her go by herself at night so after a few minutes in the car she leaned over and pulled out his cock to put in her mouth. Shaun was very happy about this because he was going to make her do it anyway and he did not have to ask. By the time they got to her apartment Sharon had swallowed his cum and passed out in the passenger seat with his limp cock in her mouth. Shaun woke her up and helped her into her apartment. When she got to bed she passed right out. Shaun took this opportunity to go through all her stuff. Using her purse, after taking her cash he called her credit cards pretending to be her husband and ordered up some more copies to be sent to her apartment. He then got some trash bags and threw out all the clothes she had that he did not like. This left her closet pretty bare. He was planning on taking her shopping the next day to buy her new school wardrobe. Shaun then had the idea to get a few more shots with his bitch. He undressed her as she slept and put her face down under the covers with nothing but panties on. He then put a stocking over his head and set the camera up in various places to record him coming through the door and looking through her things. Slowly creeping up to the bed and gently pulling down the covers to reveal her big round panty clad ass. Taking out the small kitchen knife Shaun proceeded to cut away her panties. Then using the material he tied her hands behind her back and pulled hard on the back of her hair to wake her up. Sharon yelped a little and was very confused as to where she was. "On your knees bitch!" came Shaun's order as he stuffed a balled up pillowcase into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmph, mmmph," Sharon stumbled out in real fear. Being knew to this apartment it took her about 5 minutes to realize where she was. It did not matter, because within one minute Shaun had shoved his cock inside her pussy and had her moaning and grinding against him. Using her very expensive face lotion Shaun lubed up his dick and started switching between her ass and pussy. She came once and Shaun wanted to fuck her up so when he felt she was going to cum from fucking her ass he had a little surprise. As he felt her climaxing Shaun took another pillowcase and wrapped it around her neck. The slight tug causing her to search for air through her nostrils was enough to panic her away from cumming. Sharon got very mad that she did not cum and would have done something about it. Except for the fact that was tied up, face down, gagged and getting fucked in the ass. Shaun teased her like this two more times until she got used to it and then the lack of oxygen had her cumming more that she had ever in her life. Her ass clamped down on his cock like a vise grip and she broke free from her hand restraint. She then tore her gag away and screamed out at the top of her lungs. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK AHHHHHHHHH..fuck fuck fuck fuck me..OH SHIT OH SHIT.!!!!!" This was too much for Shaun as he dumped his load deep into her ass. Sharon then really did pass out from sex and Shaun at last felt like he broke her for the night and again his mind fired with different possibilities. After pulling his dick from her ass with a very audible "plop" sound, Shaun cleaned his cock with her hair and went to watch the footage he just made in her living room while he drank one of her beers. * Again, this was fiction. (That means fake) Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06 Character by Scipio Contributed by Rogue Alan Thanks to Scipio for getting this started... for fans of Sharon, trust me, there's more to come... If you DON'T like it, remember, it's FICTIOIN... IMAGINARY... it's supposed to be over the top & exaggerated. Don't read it if you don't like it, but don't whine or bitch or complain... I won't be listening. Chapter 4: Wednesday Sharon blinked groggily, dimly aware of someone shaking her firmly. She raised a hand, intent on stopping her husband. "Cut it out, Chris..." the forearm her fingers closed around was much thicker than her husband's. She blinked in surprise & momentary anxiety, sitting up & moving away from the stranger as her brain began to work again. She looked up at the young black man leering down at her naked body. Sharon Sobel groaned quietly as her automatic movement provided pointed reminders of what she had done the night before. The housewife & mother had allowed... she considered the question... six strange men to use her however they chose; six black men; & all of it on film. Even as she felt a rush of shame & guilt at behaving so wantonly, there was an undeniable tickle of desire as she remembered the way she had felt, submitting to them completely. & afterwards... Back at her apartment near the campus where she had started taking courses, the other young man who had been regularly enjoying her body had treated her to yet another new sexual experience. Shaun had choked her repeatedly as he fucked her. The memory of that climax was enough to trigger new arousal. Not bothering to look for the sheet or to try to hide her body, she wiped absently at the spray of dried jism flaking on her abdomen as she looked at Dave expectantly. He gestured toward her closet. "Damn you sleep heavy, girl. Now get dressed... we got some errands to run today." Sharon got up beside him, fully expecting him to grope her as she moved around the bed to the closet. She was a little surprised when Dave just followed her until he was at the door to her bedroom. "What time is it?" she had noticed it was still dark outside the open bedroom window. "Dunno," Dave shrugged, then smiled, "If it was a little earlier it'd be playtime. But we gotta get on the road. You know, places to go, people to see, an all that." He turned & sauntered into the front room. Sharon's brow furrowed as she processed what he had said. "But I can't," she started, "I have classes today. Two this morning..." she paused, remembering her schedule, "& another after lunch." "Skip 'em" she heard from the front room as she reached for the closet pull. "There might be a quiz..." She had not missed a class yet... could not imagine skipping, having never done so, even in high school. Dave's voice held a note of warning. "I'm pretty sure you're not refusing to do this," he started, then went on when she did not answer, "You gotta have faith, my sweet little bitch. You take care of us; we take care of you. Now move that ass, 'less you want your neighbors to see us leave..." Sharon grimaced at that. Her double life was protected by the long drive to the home she shared with her husband, but if neighbors knew & Chris or the kids visited... She threw the closet open. & paused in amazement. Where there had been carefully arranged outfits, the rods held barely ten assorted skirts, blouses, T's, & dresses. 6" platform clogs she had barely been able to walk in a couple weeks before and 'tame' 4" pumps were the only shoes. With growing trepidation, Sharon opened her lingerie drawer. The new pieces she had bought the past weekend remained, & a handful of lacy bottoms & two shamelessly small thongs panties. The rest-what she usually wore-were gone. The next drawer, where she had unpacked her bras, held only a single thin white silk 'modesty' bra. In the drawer below there was only a single pair of hose. Sharon opened her mouth to ask Dave what had happened, then closed it. No sense antagonizing her... boyfriend? She selected the least outrageous outfit, a miniskirt that stopped 5" above her knees, & one of the ZB Bitch strappy T's. She had not seen it before, black fabric with white & red letters in contrast to the white shirts she had been given before. Slipping on the lower heels, she stepped into the front room, wondering what Dave had in store for her. He was sitting on the couch, watching a porno on her DVD player, the bong smoking in his hands. He looked over his shoulder at her & waved her over with the plastic tube. "Nice, babe," he leered at her, "C'mon over & take a hit." Sharon wanted to protest, but made no effort to do so. She sat down beside him & took a lungful of the potent smoke, holding it in for as long as she could. Dave nodded at her, motioning for her to repeat it. He slipped a hand beneath her skirt, fingers moving easily beneath the edge of the thong panties she had selected, rubbing teasingly over her sex. Sharon shivered, her body responding. He got up, saying, "Do a couple more hits. It's the perfect pick-me-up in the morning." As she did what he had told her, he walked into the kitchen, opening cupboards & the refrigerator. Sharon sucked another lungful of the filtered smoke into her lungs, eyes roaming to the flickering image on her television. She coughed in surprise when she realized it was a shifting angle of her from the night before, whorishly taking a cock in her mouth & her pussy at the same time. The tingle Dave had started between her legs blossomed, even as she was horrified at the knowledge her depraved activities were on the disc spinning beneath her TV. She put a hand between he legs, pressing against her moist sex as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. She turned her head toward the kitchen. "Dave? When did you... I mean how is this on... uhm, Why is this..." "The loop?" Dave asked, carrying 2 plastic football glasses toward the couch. "U-huh," Sharon managed before obediently taking another bong hit. Dave set the glasses on the end table beside him & threw an arm around her, casually groping her unfettered breast through the thin T-shirt. "Hell, I thought you'd like a souvenir of last night's little party," Dave lied with practiced ease. The disc was just one of the early mixes they were working on putting together to sell on the websites. She'd provided footage for 'tame' strip tease vids, a lesbo vid, & a pair of long running sex vids, as well as a series of shorts spliced in with bits from her prior 'shows.' Sharon shifted uncomfortably but made no effort to get away from him as he kneaded her swollen nipple with two fingers. He smiled, knowing even this was being caught on the tiny camera he had set in the plant on top of the television while their unsuspecting housewife slut was asleep. He toyed with skipping the 'insurance' but decided it was not worth the risk so soon in the semester. There was too much they had planned for Mrs. Sharon Sobel to risk screwing it up now. "I, uh... well, that's nice... I see you can tell it get me hot," Sharon shivered as his fingers continued to build her excitement, her nipples poking visibly against the thin material. "But I can't... I mean if anyone saw this... I shouldn't take the chance." Dave shrugged. "Hell, I can keep them for you if you want. Or maybe we can get you a lock box while we're out today." "I'd love to, Dave," Sharon answered, "But I'm serious... I really should be in class. That's why I came here..." "Oh, but I think you want to cum here, don't you," Dave teased, rubbing the fingers of his free hand down her moist seam, pressing the narrow band of her thong between her outer labia & eliciting a visible shiver from the blonde housewife. "So we'll just do what Shaun wanted. & I'm serious about not worrying: we have it covered." "How, I don't understand?" "I have brothers in every department & almost every class on campus. & if we don't have someone who can fix things, we know someone who can. Just consider it handled." "But I'll miss the notes... I mean, I won't know it for the tests." Dave shook his head. "For a smart babe you can be so slow... Let me tell you again," he smiled, "I'll use small words. You don't have to go to class. You don't have to take tests. You'll pass. You'll graduate. You'll have fun." '& you'll make us lots of money,' he did not add. Sharon nodded, more from forgetting what they were talking about than out of agreement. From the look in her eyes Dave could tell she was flying. He had her take another hit before snuffing it out & leading her down the walk to her Range Rover. She did not even notice the spinners that had been added, replacing the factory wheels. Dave helped her into the passenger seat, then retrieved the drinks before locking up the apartment. He made a point of handing Sharon the keys, then pulled away from the curb, enjoying the plush, responsive SUV. They were on the highway as the sun peeked over the horizon behind them. They made the trip to Sharon's home city in under an hour. As soon as he they were on the highway had he had the cruise set on 68, Dave lifted one of the glasses out of the center cup holder & passed it to Sharon. "Have a drink, babe." Sharon sniffed at the reddish liquid. "What is it?" she sipped at the drink, wrinkling her nose, "There's alcohol in it." "Yep. What's that they say? Hair o' the dog that bit you. It's like the tea you liked last night... a little will do you good. Go on, drink up... it's not much booze." He watched out of the corner of his eye as she began to drink it steadily. Dave was not sure exactly what the mix was, but it was not the booze she should have worried about. One of the reasons the BZ always had a ready stable of 'willing whores' was that Shaun's cousin had provided the basketball player with his 'recipe.' They used the special mix of Ecstasy or meth & Rohypnol or Xanax to enhance arousal & sexual response while lowering inhibitions & increasing 'suggestibility.' Before his cousin was caught in some fancy sting, he'd run professional stables of call girls across the US. The Beta Zeta frat had no such goals. They wanted only enough girls to assure anyone who was interested could get what Dave called 'quality pussy,' & enough money to fund their party lifestyle. When they had first started, it had been all freshman girls they had targeted. But the next semester they had sought out new challenges. BZ Bitches now included cheerleaders, volleyball players, swimmers, nursing students, grad students, assistant teachers, & even a couple professors. Sharon Sobel was the first married woman they had knowingly targeted. & she was the oldest by more than a decade. But Dave had to admit he agreed with Shaun & his cousin: Banging married white chicks was the shit. & it did not really take much, whoever they wanted. A little booze. A little weed. A touch of the drugs, & the women would put out like raging nymphomaniacs. & after that, most of the time they were... well, they were hooked on black cock. Those that weren't usually were after a half dozen additional 'treatments.' & by then, even if they did not want it, they could not say no, thanks to a liberal collection of video & photographic evidence that they were 'asking for it.' Considering how hot the women were on E, Dave would've been willing to keep them on it indefinitely, but Shaun argued that they had all the pussy they wanted even without it, so it cost them less doing it as they were. & he pointed out that the girls they knew who knowingly used E for 'better sex' always seemed to be the ones who got hopelessly hooked. & the meth-heads Dave had used before they had the BZ Bitch 'sister program' in place hadn't seemed to enjoy sex very much... & they had not been particularly good at doing it, either. So Dave stayed with the system. Sharon's drink had about 1/4 of the E tab she had taken that first Friday night, & barely any of the Rope. But he had another dose ready in the second glass, since they had a full day of... training, as he liked to call it. Not that this bitch needed training, the show she had put on with some of the guys in Lex Steele's gang had been enough they already had a 'buyer' when they were through with her. The nifty solution to 'old' girls in the BZ Bitch stable early on had been to farm them to other BZ chapters, but even without the 'secret ingredient' in the drugs, their brothers were doing well at developing their own 'outlets' as Shaun liked to call them. But New York & California were always looking for 'new skin,' & in the wake of the nationally covered 'housewife whore' prostitute ring there was a new push for older, 'married' porn stars. So when they got tired of Sharon, they already had a place to send her, & at a solid profit. Bobbing his head to the heavy rap beat, Dave glanced at Sharon. Her eyes were even glassier than they had been walking out of her apartment. He'd been lifting the glass out of the cup holder whenever she set it down, encouraging her to drink, & she'd finished her 20 ounce 'dose' in just over half that time. He reached over & began to rub her sex over the thong panties, & when she made no effort to stop him, beneath them. In answer she sighed, spreading her legs & offering herself to him. Dave alternated between her wet sex & her swollen nipples, & within a couple minutes she was moaning & trembling. Judging she was close to an orgasm, he stopped, reaching down to unzip his jeans. "Think I need some attention now, babe," he said. Sharon already had one of her hands between her legs, tweaking her throbbing clit. She slipped out of the shoulder harness & without hesitation put her head in his lap, licking, & then eagerly sucking at his cock. Dave used one hand to control her pace, enjoying again how skilled the white wife had become at oral sex in so short a time. He needed to hold off for a little longer... Taking the appropriate exit, he wound his way through the city away from the commercial strip & into the southern residential zone. The houses became larger & fancier. They were not to gated drives or estates when he found the number he was looking for. Pulling into the drive, he stopped in front of the garage, lowering the camcorder he had picked up from the dash. Having filmed the mailbox, drive, & house front & side, he panned down to the bobbing head in his lap. He pulled her free of his throbbing cock. "Do you want this, my bitch?" he growled, shifting his hips to slap her cheeks with his cock. She nodded, whining as he let go of her hair. Her mouth plunged back onto his cock as she sucked at him hungrily. She whined again as he pulled her hand away from her sex. Her carefully manicured nails pinched at her nipples through her shirt & she thrashed as he slipped 2 fingers into her dripping sex. He matched the tempo of her bobbing head until he felt the tremor of her climax start. He stopped, & she thrust her hips at his withdrawing hand, murmuring her displeasure around his cock. Fixing the camera on the flexible arm they had bolted to the inside of the Rover's driver side A spar, Dave checked the view with the reversible LCD screen before lifting her mouth off of his cock once again. "I didn't hear you before, my slutty little bitch. Do you want this?" Sharon nodded jerkily as he let go, showing no 'coercion.' "I want it. Give me your cum, baby. Fuck me with your fingers... Let me cum." "Would you rather fuck me, cunt?" Sharon spasmed visibly as he asked. She nodded, not looking up at him. "Oh yes, daddy... let me fuck you... Fuck me with your big cock." "You want my black meat?" "Yesss!" she was frigging herself again, "I want it... Give me your big black cock." Dave smiled. It was perfect. He unbuckled, then shut off the car before catching the camcorder & flicking the quick release plate. "Good, my little bitch. Let's go do that." Sharon sat up, fingers scrabbling at the seatbelt buckle for a moment before she froze, her eyes going wide. They were parked in her driveway. "Oh God," she murmured, but her fingers were still working her pussy as she looked at him, eyes wide with terror. "I can't." "Sure you can," Dave assured her, using the fob to unlock her door. She shook her head. "My family!" He waited but she seemed to be trying to make herself invisible sitting in the front seat, her body so hot her fingers were still at work. "That's all you're worried about?" She nodded & Dave laughed, "Don't worry... the kids are in school. Your hubby's at work... we have the place all to ourselves." Sharon shook her head frantically, one trembling hand reaching for the keys where he had left them in the ignition. "Flora," she gasped, eyes jumping from window to window. "Flora?" Dave asked, worried about what that could mean. This was definitely NOT something Shaun had planned out, & the idea of screwing it up made Dave sick to his stomach. "Our housekeeper," Sharon managed. "She stays here." Dave paused, uncertain if starting the car might compound the problem... so long as no one had seen them, he could have her duck down & then back out. "She only goes out for groceries & to visit her mother & sister each week." "The same time each week?" he asked, praying for a bit of luck. Sharon nodded, still split between looking at the windows & hiding her face. "Tuesday or Wednesday morning, I think," Sharon managed. Dave thought about it for a moment. The car was not quiet, so the fact that no one had looked out yet was reassuring. He reached up & pressed the door openers. Both doublewide doors went up, revealing 4 empty slots. Sharon gave a coughing laugh, "She's gone." She looked at him, "We should go..." "How long do they visit?" Dave started the car, as if agreeing with the anxious blonde. "All morning... she comes back after lunch." Dave checked the dash clock: 8:40. He put the car in gear, pulling forward into the garage & closing the door behind them. Sharon clutched at his arm. "What are you doing?" "Feel that?" Dave teased, reaching down to tweak her rock hard nipples, "Have you ever been so aroused? C'mon, you know you want it. You want my cock, don't you. & you know we have time..." Sharon shook her head, but she could not meet his eyes. Dave grabbed the keys from the ignition & bounded to the door into the house. He turned the knob, finding it unlocked as he had expected. An alarm warbled as he pushed the door open. Sharon stared at him & the doorway in obvious horror. "Better get that," he warned, shrugging, "I don't know the code... figure they'll call the police or your hubby in another 20 seconds..." Sharon scrambled out of the passenger seat, not caring how she looked for his camcorder as she rushed to put in the alarm code. Dave noted it for future use, then moved behind the drugged, helpless housewife, forcing her into her home. He took care to lock the door behind him, then had her rearm the alarm system. By then she had calmed a bit, since no one had come in to the kitchen where they were standing. Dave decided not to risk letting the arousal she had been feeling wane. Catching her waist, he spun her to face him, pulling her against his semi-erect cock, still jutting from his jeans. Sharon trembled in his grip, offering no resistance. He stepped forward, holding her close until her ass was pressed against the kitchen island. He pushed the camera away on the granite countertop, leaving it fully panned & recording. Dave nuzzled against the shorter woman's neck, hands roaming over her breasts & down over her flat belly. Sharon moaned, pressing her breast against his groping hand & spreading her legs, welcoming his touch as he lifted her miniskirt. He pulled the thong aside, thrusting 2 fingers into her steaming box. He thrust once, then again before pulling out. "You want it, don't you, bitch? You want my cock right here, right now." Sharon nodded, biting her lip. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06 "Fuck me! Please fuck me now! I want it... I want your cock." Holding her lips apart, arms positioned to let the lens catch it from where it rested at the edge of the counter, Dave eased 1/2 of his shaft into her sex, smiling broadly at the husky 'Yesss!' that escaped Sharon's throat, her body hungry for her bare black meat. He fucked into her for a moment until he was sure she was still hot enough not to balk at what he wanted to do. He pulled out, delighting at the way she pouted about losing their intimate contact. "You know where I want it." She nodded, turning to bend over the counter & offer him her ass. He shook his head, "Dear, sweet BZ Bitch. I want you in your own bed. Take me to your bedroom. Sharon nodded, blushing at the realization he was going to fuck her in the bed she shared with her husband. But she didn't hesitate, sauntering down the hall to the master bedroom. Dave was relieved to find a tripod in the husband's closet. He set his camera up to catch the action, then added a new tape to the Sobel's camcorder to catch everything from a second angle. Every few moment he paused to tease the ready & willing slut wife where she lay on the bed, masturbating. When he was set, in just a few minutes, he told her to get up & do a striptease. Without hesitation Sharon stood, while Dave occupied the place she had been moments before. She offered a seductive bump & grind while starting to take off the T, but Dave had her leave it on. She wriggled out of the skirt, then approached the bed & let Dave remove her thong with his teeth. Heels & T still on, he pulled her down on top of him, & her hands caught his shaft, guiding him into her wet & steaming sex with practiced ease. He lay back, letting her ride him, which she did eagerly. Every few minutes he'd have her beg for it. Dave marveled at how lovely she looked rocking over him, hips pumping methodically. He reached up to knead her breasts, eventually rolling the T to bare her turgid nipples, which he pinched & sucked at hungrily. She cried out repeatedly as she came at least four times in 10 minutes. Dave used her compete abandon to assure the perfect blackmail tape, stopping her humping on his cock just as her 4th climax was cresting. She whimpered & moaned, begging for him to fuck her. He got up, telling her to bend over the bed & back onto his cock, which she did with obvious delight. Dave caught her waist with one hand & fucked her doggie style through her climax, then had her turn & climb onto him, rutting against his big cock as he stood at the foot of the bed. When she was getting close, he put her on her hands & knees & with a little prompting the once shy, repressed housewife begged for him to fuck her ass. After enjoying that for several minutes, Dave pulled out & had her clean him with her mouth before he lay back & had her ride his jutting erection once again. By the time her next orgasm was approaching, Dave was ready to cum, too. He knew the risks-Shaun didn't want this one knocked up... yet, anyway-but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Catching her hips, he lifted the still hot wife off of his cock, standing & then impaling her completely as he approached the dresser where her camcorder was running. Picking it up, he flicked open the viewscreen, then returned to the bed, laying Sharon on her back, his cock buried fully in her sex. He resumed thrusting into her, reaching down to rub her swollen clit with a thumb until she was shivering & moaning. "You like that, bitch?" She nodded. "Tell me... tell me what you want." "Fuck me," Sharon groaned, hands catching his ass, pulling him against her eagerly. "Give me that cock... fuck me, daddy... fuck your bitch. Make me cum." "You want my cum?" he taunted, & she nodded. "Give it to me, baby... Give me your cum. No matter what they had done to her until then, none of the guys who had fucked her had actually finished inside of her. The BZ brothers had used condoms or had finished in another hole, & there'd been the ever-present focus on 'the money shot' at the photo shoot. Dave delighted in the realization he was going to be the 1st to cream inside her twitching cunt. He hammered into her harder than before, & Sharon seemed dimly aware of what he intended. "Oh!" she moaned, shuddering in orgasm, "Be careful...I could get... Ohhhh!" Dave cut loose, hosing her deep with the first jet of his cum. He backed out as the second spasm pumped jism into her chute. Then he was free of her clutching box. The third streamer of cum spattered the carpet of stubble above her swollen, reddened seam. He redirected, firing the fourth rope onto her chest. He leaned forward, & like some sexual marksman fired the fifth & sixth streamers into her open, moaning mouth. As his waning ejaculate painted her breasts & abdomen, Sharon wantonly licked her cum spattered lips & then began to clean her torso with her fingers, licking them clean without Dave's order to do so. Pleasantly spent, Dave moved around the bed, still filming the slutty housewife as she came down from her own orgasm, unaware of what she was doing. He carefully filmed his shrinking but still impressive meat as he wiped himself clean on her hubby's pillow. Still filming, he checked the clock: 45 minutes since they pulled in the drive. By the time they had a bite to eat & got to the mall the stores would be open. Eyeing the panting, barely conscious blonde, he retrieved his camcorder & kept both filming, one atop the other, while closing the tripod. 'No sense wasting a perfectly good Sony digital system,' he thought, intent on taking both back to school. "That was great, my little slut," he praised, "But we have places to go & people to see, just like I told you." Sharon looked at him groggily. "Up, up, up," he repeated, smiling at the mental picture of the blonde wife wearing a dog collar & leash. She sat up, putting a hand protectively between her legs. "Oh God, oh God," she murmured, "You came... you came inside of me." "You wanted it. You told me, remember?" Dave taunted. No use letting her know the BZ had plenty of the 'morning after pill.' Time enough for that later. Sharon stood up abruptly, & took a step toward the bathroom. "Whoa," Dave cautioned, "Where do you think you're going?" "I have to... have to clean up," Sharon mumbled, hand still cupped over her sex. "Nope," Dave leered at her, throwing the thong he had picked up to her, followed by the skirt, "No time for that. Get dressed, bitch... We have to leave." "But..." "But what?" Dave cautioned, "You wanting to put on this little show when... Flora gets back?" Sharon blinked, horror widening her eyes. She hastily straightened her shirt, the struggled into the skirt, pulling the panties up last, after wiping what she could of their mingled, leaking spend on the sheet beneath the comforter. Dave hid his smile, aware that she was still hot enough that her nipples were still hard. He decided the stress was enough that he had better use the second drink, though. He followed the just fucked mother down the hall to the garage. She meekly climbed into the passenger seat, then sat uncomfortably as he backed out of the garage & into the street. He made no comment as she hid her face while they started down the street. As he pulled onto the highway a few minutes later, Dave casually asked, "Who's the hottie in the picture on your dresser?" Sharon stiffened, but then shrugged, "That's Lisa, my daughter," she said." Dave just nodded, seemingly concentrating on the road. "She's a senior in high school," she added needlessly, "My son, Christopher junior, is a sophomore." Dave pointed at the glass in the cup holder & Sharon dutifully took a drink, unconsciously spreading her legs to offer his again probing hand access to her recently used sex. She was amazed & a little embarrassed to find herself responding quickly & strongly, despite having just finished with Dave. There was a sinful mix of pleasure & guilt at the knowledge she had never experienced such pleasure before meeting Dave & Shaun. She tried to find the will to resist the growing need she felt within her body, but did not have the will. When she shivered a moment later, Dave stopped, teasingly leaving her on the edge. "I'm hungry," Dave said conversationally, "I'm thinking some chicken sounds good now." He glanced over at her, "You think that's what we eat, don't you?" "W-what?" Sharon blinked, trying to refocus on anything but the tingling need for release. "Isn't that what you rich folk think? That we drink Colt .45 & eat fried chicken?" Sharon shook her head. "I don't believe in stereotypes." Dave laughed. "Ha, that's great... but I do like chicken," he paused, "& hell, at least Colt's cheap. Though I admit, a nice Merlot is better anytime. Where should we eat then," he paused, "Red Lobster?" He smiled at the way she stiffened, "Naw, I've got all the fish I need right here," his right hand gave her wet sex another lingering rub. "Hey, how about Panera?" A quiet whimper escaped Sharon's lips at the thought she would certainly be seen by someone she knew. She looked around, realizing belatedly they were on the other side of town. Dave took the next exit & in just a couple minutes he had pulled up outside a shopping mall. She looked around, aware she had driven past the mall many times, but equally sure she had never gone inside. "There's a great little breakfast place here," Dave said, then smiled, "& we can do our shopping here, too. Don't worry," he gave a knowing smile, "You won't see anyone you know here... this is the dark mall. Sharon nodded, certain he was right, even though they were not technically on the 'other side of town.' For as little as her friends came this far to the other side of the highway, they could have been on Mars. She looked down at her outfit, though, horrified at the prospect of being seen by anyone dressed so... sinfully. Dave opened her door & she got out obediently, not reacting when he caught her skirt, leaving it high as her feet dropped to the asphalt. He released the hem, then pointed at the drink, which she collected, following him inside. He led the way straight through the mall to the food court, seemingly oblivious to the stares & comments that followed in their wake. For her part, Sharon was blushing from head to toe as men & women stared at her, many pausing to point her out to friends & speaking about her behind their hands. Dave selected a table at the small diner, leaving Sharon trying to maintain some semblance of dignity by keeping her knees crossed. She could feel their mingled fluids still leaking from her seam, & knew as she sat that if they were any time there would be a tell tale spot on her skirt. Thinking quickly, she flipped the skirt back while sitting, trying to ignore the sharp gasp of rebuke a fellow diner offered. Dave ordered for them both without asking what she wanted. When the poached egg arrived, she stared longingly at his pancake & egg meal, but he did not share. At his direction she finished her meager meal & the drink she had brought in. She nearly gasped when she felt his hand slip into her lap, but even knowing someone could see them, his touch quickly had her so hot she would have let him fuck her then & there. Leaning close, she murmured her needs to him. "God I'm so hot. I need you daddy... I want to feel you inside of me." Dave nodded knowingly, then leaned closer to her. "You do what I tell you for the next couple hours & I'll get you off however you want. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Are you ready to get started?" She looked around, certain he was going to have her show herself off... at least she did not know any of these people. She nodded again. Dave threw a 20 on the table, covering the meal & a generous tip. Taking her hand, he led her out into the mall. Though she was attracting more attention if anything in her obviously aroused state, her focus stayed on Dave & what he had promised her. Chapter 5 They turned in to a small boutique she realized belatedly was a hair salon. "I help you?" the diminutive Asian woman asked, stepping around the counter. Sharon just stood mute, unsure what was expected of her. "Is the Argon fixed?" Dave asked. The tiny older woman nodded. "Is Danielle working?" Another nod. "Great," Dave pulled several bills out of his wallet, "I have an errand to run. I want my girl here to have the full treatment." The woman turned & shouted something in a singsong voice to the back of the store. A heavyset black woman waddled out of the shadows, her leer as she eyed Sharon hauntingly similar to Dave's. "You want the usual, sugar?" she asked. Dave pondered that for a minute, & when he spoke, Sharon found herself trying to remember what the black woman had asked him. Something about it seemed familiar, but she focused instead on what he was saying. "Lets' tighten the sides... highlight the tips... frost it... whatever it is you do," the woman nodded. "I want a single long braid behind her... left ear. Leave it long in back. That'll be important. Oh & Sue Lin?" the Asian nodded expectantly, "Lets have one five nails, match the paint... I'm thinking fire engine, but make it look good. Dark headlights... & her how we want it..." "You want landing pad?" Sharon frowned, wondering what exactly they were saying. "Naw, do a Brazilian V," Dave answered. The woman looked at him for a moment, then sniffed. "It not grow back, you know." Dave nodded. "Wouldn't want it to... no fun banging sandpaper, is it?" The woman shrugged. Sharon felt a strange tingle but still was not sure just what they were talking about. "How long?" "Whole thing?" the Asian woman pursed her lips, "She behave?" Dave smiled. "I don't know," he looked at Sharon, "You'll behave?" She nodded immediately. He looked at her, "I should be clear. That means you do whatever they say. No arguing or I'll let hubby come pick you up. OK?" Sharon nodded again. When she looked back, she was sure the Asian woman had been leering at her. She pursed her lips & said, "Be back here ninety minutes." "That's fast," Dave was pleased. He slapped several bills on the counter, then turned & left Sharon with the women without a glance or another word. "Girl, I don't know where they come from," the black woman said to her friend as she motioned for Sharon to follow her toward the back of the little store, "But this sure is the finest he's hooked." Sharon smiled, taking the comment as a compliment. She was surprised but managed not to react when the heavier, shorter woman ran a hand down her side to her bottom, slipping back until it was pressing between Sharon's cheeks. As she squeezed Sharon's bottom, she spoke over her shoulder to the other stylist. "She older. Should know better," the tiny older woman's accent seemed less pronounced. Abruptly she hurried down the dim hall, turning in front of Sharon & holding the bills out to her, "You want go home? Could go. Have more than hour." Sharon looked at the woman, trying to decide if it was some test... a trick? Was she serious? Should she go? Even as she tried to make herself take the money-a cab could get her home & she could end this-her reality was painfully obvious: They would show Chris... he would see her fucking Dave in her own bedroom. She shivered at the thought, & that quickly knew she had no choice... whatever they wanted of her, she had to do. She shook her head, feigning shock. "Of course not. I, uh, want to do this." The Asian woman glanced at the other woman. "Someday I win bet," she groused, "You want go first?" The younger larger woman nodded, & taking Sharon by the elbow, led her into a small room without a door. She hit a switch & Sharon paused-the chair was like nothing she had seen in a salon before. It had the right things, but there were extra shiny plates and rings that looked like she could be locked in place. She hesitated, & the woman snorted. "Don't worry, hon', we ain't tyin' you up... you want this, remember?" Sharon could tell the woman was taunting her. Fighting to maintain her balance on suddenly shaky legs, Sharon sat in the chair, which rocked back alarmingly. The stylist, who was shorter than Sharon but was easily twice as wide, easily spun the chair halfway around, facing it away from the door. Sharon realized belatedly there was no mirror over the salon sink in front of her. "Uh, is this right?" she managed, "I mean... there's no mirror." The woman snorted. "Honey, just think of it was waiting 'til I'm done... you'll see the whole package. Now lean back," she hit a lever & the chair reclined even more severely, "& trust me, I know what he wants." Sharon wondered what she was letting this stranger do to her... what it was Dave 'wanted' as the woman set about fussing with her hair. She cringed when the scissors began to take bites of her hair, but the woman hovering about her did not notice. She seemed comfortable with the task, like she did it every day. The woman snipped & trimmed & clipped, then shaved & shaped. Sharon tried to keep track of the time but that quickly proved impossible. She drifted off, surprised to find her thighs spread when she woke. The same woman was deftly applying some thick cream to her hair. Without a word she rinsed it, then repeated the process before working the first of several liquids to Sharon's hair. Sharon winced, sure she could smell bleach, & embarrassed as she realized she could also smell herself-she was aroused. The woman's pudgy fingers worked through her hair, scissors taking more bites, followed by brief touches with the trimmer; it felt distressingly close to her scalp where it swept over her ears. Before she could ask about it, the woman spun the chair & her head was dunked almost completely into the basin. Holding her with her hair submerged, the woman tugged at Sharon's hair. Sharon could not see it was being pushed & pulled through a special rubber dam. Without drying it when the chair sat up a bit, the stylist applied another round of thick cream before wrapping the ends in foil. Sharon gasped when the woman flipped her skirt up & nudged her damp thong aside. "Trust me, Honey. You want this to match or they'll give you shit. I told you: trust me." She set about applying something cold to Sharon's pubes, taking longer than Sharon had expected. She shivered as the woman's fingers lingered over her clit, then dipped down even around her asshole. The woman licked her lips, & suddenly Sharon wondered if she would be asked to do something sexual with her. The stylist apparently decided against pushing it, though. After applying the same gel to the housewife's brows, she stepped out of the room for several moments. Sharon giggled when the woman used a sprayer to wash her sex clean, then deftly brushed another sort of gel or goo over her still short pubic thatch. "There now... I'll do it again but before we do the lips & eyes Sue will get you taken care of down here..." The black hairdresser paused to brush more of some gel through Sharon's brows, then waddled out of the room. A moment later the smaller woman entered, dragging a boxy machine after her. She plugged it into a wall socket, then donned red glasses. "What are you doing?" Sharon managed but as she tried to sit up the woman spoke sharply in another language, pushing firmly on Sharon's stomach. "Caution!" she shrilled, "You move you mess up. Me not responsible." So Sharon waited, lying as still as she could. The woman pushed her legs apart on the separated supports of the chair, sliding her chair right up between the housewife's splayed thighs. She rubbed up from the top of Sharon's seam moving toward her left hip, then repeated the motion going to the right. As the woman leaned close, Sharon held her breath, sure another woman was going to lick her sex. She paused, wondering why that seemed so familiar. There was a buzzing snap. She felt something like a pinch, but it wasn't painful, & before she could say anything it was repeated. Then the buzz stayed on, interrupted by a steady, rapid 'snap snap snap snap snap.' Occasionally the woman paused, wiping at Sharon's mons critically. Then the sound & the odd pulling, burning sensation resumed. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06 Sharon initially feared the woman was applying some hideous tattoo she could never explain. The slight pressure of the wand moved steadily across her mons, closer & closer to the top of her seam. "Is that a tattoo gun?" The woman chortled. "No tattoo... have room for one later now. No do that here. This for grooming. You need, since you obviously not clean up when just fucked." Sharon was horrified that what she had done with Dave was obvious to the other woman. She tried to relax, wondering what 'Brazilian V' meant. She was still wondering what they meant about not growing back: she had heard eyebrows sometimes did not grow back, but they had only colored them, she was guessing, to match her other hair. & they had colored her pubic hair, too, so she was not going to be bald again... The process went on & on, moving across her mons & down over her labia. As the woman worked closer to her sex, Sharon was embarrassed to find she was becoming aroused. The device almost hurt where it was working, sometimes twinging when it touched her inner lips. That occurred more often as her arousal built, swelling the sensitive tissues. Just when she thought she could not take it any more, the woman leaned back. She touched a spot & another, wiped at Sharon's sex with clinical dispassion, then zapped her a few more times before she tossed the tip into a waste can & began to coil the wand on the end of the box. "Free re-treat. You blonde but large area... will need. Come back 4 weeks." Sharon managed to nod, wanting to reach down to feel what the woman had done. She wished she had a mirror. But the woman 'tsk'd' when she moved her hand. More of the goop was applied in a quick curl that made Sharon's breath catch, it was so cold. & then the woman pushed the box out of the room, dragging a long narrow table back inside. Sharon relaxed, recognizing a pedicure tray. The woman followed the appropriate hygiene cautions, & Sharon gave herself to the obviously skilled manicurist's care. She closed her eyes, wondering how Dave would respond when she was done. Would Shaun like it? The woman stopped after working on each hand for only a few minutes, then deftly went to work on Sharon's toes. When she finished after only a few minutes, Sharon lifted one foot-over her head thanks to the chair's position-& saw the bright maroon hue. It was almost a red, & looked as good as any pedicure she had ever paid for. Sharon would have never chosen such a daring color, but admitted it looked good. The woman silently pushed her legs back down, then returned to work on Sharon's hands. Sharon was puzzled as she spent several minutes running a buzzing device over the surfaces of her already manicured nails. It was not for the cuticles, & having taken care of her nails, she had expected it would go as quickly as the toes. She lifted her head. The woman gave a squawk. "You no move. Yes, have pretty nails. Want have sexy nails. Just wait." She went using the buffer on every nail of each hand, then went back applying a thick coating of polish to each. Or a cleaner, Sharon wondered, the way she pushed on each finger for several seconds afterwards. The woman waited, then started back at the first finger, adding another coat or polish. In no time it was done, but she affixed a fan over the housewife's hands & so Sharon could not see the results while the polish dried. The tiny woman slipped foam spacers under Sharon's hands, then turned of the small work light she had been using, grousing, "No move... leave dry 10 minutes." She left. Before Sharon could cheat, lifting her hands to examine the work, the first woman was back. She roughly pulled the dams off, then washed Sharon's hair, trimming a bit more before rinsing Sharon's brows & her mons as she had done before. Sharon shivered, surprised at how cold the water felt. Ignoring her interest in seeing her nails, the black hairdresser fussed with Sharon's hair for several minutes, then brought in lipstick, lip-gloss, lip liner, & eye shadow & eyeliner. She set about applying the make-up, going in a specific order she described to Sharon, promising it was 'all written down.' When she had finished, she held up the small mirror. Sharon could not see much of her hair, but she saw the changes from makeup as daring as the nail polish. Sharon could not help but stare at the woman looking back at her in the glass. It was her face, but it was... different. She wondered if Chris would recognize her. A single thin dark blonde braid dropped to her shoulder from behind her ear. She turned her head, & saw that the rest of her hair was decidedly lighter than it had been, the tips almost white. Her brows were as white, & she was confident her pubic hair would be the same as well. She blinked, realizing it was not just pulled up at the sides, but that her hair was long & teased into curls on top but was shaved to an impossibly short length on the sides. Gasping, Sharon absently lifted a hand to her face. She cried out in shock, seeing the inch & a half artificial extensions that had been glued to her once pristine nails. It felt like someone else's hands touching her face, the senseless nail tips pushing against her hair before her fingertips were close. She caught the braid with some difficulty. The hairdresser sat Sharon up, shaking her head & sniffing in disgust. Sharon glanced down her body, seeing dried splotches of semen on her skin where her shirt had ridden up. Then she gasped again. Despite the Asian woman's assurance she had almost expected a garish tattoo. But instead, her pubic hair was almost gone. Where the short lawn of hair had been growing, there was only an arrowhead pointed right at her clit. The two liens of pubic hair were as white as her brows, & were no thicker. The symmetric V stopped just above her seam. The skin of her mons was slightly red & puffy. She ran a nail-adorned hand over the skin, surprised at how smooth it was. The way the stylist was eyeing her sex, Sharon was again sure she was going to be asked to do something. Then Dave was in the doorway. The way he looked at her, Sharon felt a quiver of pleasure; he wanted her; had arranged for these women to show her how he wanted her. She stood, holding the skirt up with her new nails & asking if he liked it. He smiled, & asked if she liked it. She nodded, then admitted it'd felt wonderfully naughty when she'd been 'bare down there.' She asked how they'd made it so smooth, & he assured her it was the 'best technology around.' Before she could say anything else, he stepped forward & reached down, teasing her clean-shaven seam, then easily sliding 2 fingers into her still hot sex. Though embarrassed that the hairdressers could see what he was doing to her, it felt so good she wasn't about to stop him. Letting her head drop back, she moaned softly as he teased her clit, nearly making her cum. Then he stopped, & said, "Well, better get your stuff before we head on. Have to get some new threads to match that new pussy." Sharon numbly accepted the bag of supplies the hairdresser provided, & the card with the shop's number for her 're-treat' from the Asian woman. Both were looking at her expectantly, & belatedly she realized Dave had paid for the make over but she was to pay the tip. She gave each woman two 20's, then let Dave lead her back into the mall. She didn't care that the thong strap was still pulled aside, exposing her sex to anyone who was far enough below her to see up her skirt. In fact, it was all she could do to keep from putting a hand under her skirt & frigging her slit. Just walking with Dave the memory of what he had promised was enough to keep her dripping with desire. She caught his hand, trying to pull it against her sex as they rode the escalator to the lower level of the mall. He smiled, then tilted his head down to her ear to whisper, "Soon, baby... but not yet." He checked his watch, guessing he had another hour before he'd have to do something to keep her so compliant. But they were still on schedule. Chapter 6 Dave calmly led Sharon out a different exit from where they had come in before her 'hairdo.' Not out of concern someone would recognize her; Dave knew the odds someone from the housewife's real life would be shopping at this particular mall were about as remote as getting struck by lightening. Hell, if it was the mall she always visited, he did not care. Besides, he doubted they would recognize the hot slut he was escorting to a little shop in the corner of the parking lot. It was a cool day, & Dave smiled at the way Sharon's nipples stiffened against her thin T-shirt as they walked. Even better, the blonde housewife did not notice or did not care. He guessed she would react to what he had planned next, but from the way she had been acting since leaving the salon, he doubted she would refuse. It was good that they could slip in from the backdoor, since the storefront advertising what was inside was directed away from the mall. He did not give Sharon time to look at the small print on the door before opening it & guiding her inside with a firm hand at the small of her back. Sharon stumbled down a narrow hallway into a big room with several dental chairs and some strange cushions. There were photos lining the hallway, but Dave did not give her time to look at any of them. The light coming through the front windows hid any detail until they were standing in the middle of the store, a front waiting area separated from where they stopped by shelves that had been put in place to double as a wall. She glanced around, eyes going wide as she realized this was what she had expected before. She looked at Dave, shaking her head, but he was focused on the athletic black man who sauntered toward them from the front counter. The men went through some ritual handshake, then Dave introduced her to Donnie, explaining he was the best ink slinger in the state. More importantly, Dave went on, he was a brother-a fellow BZ. Sharon blushed, pleased when Donnie eyed her up & down & told Dave he hadn't done her justice. The big black man did not release her hand, guiding her to one of the couches as he asked what they wanted. Sharon tried not to stare at the young woman with rings in both nostrils, the middle of her lip, & both eyebrows as she led a cadaverously thin guy out of her booth. The man had spider webs on both elbows, & was carrying his shirt, a gauze bandage covering some new tattoo covering his right back & shoulder. "We're here for the usual," Dave answered as if he frequented the store. "A'ight," Donnie nodded, opening a drawer near the couch where Sharon sat uncertainly. "Still three an two?" Dave nodded. Donnie quickly set about pulling out equipment from another drawer. "You have some of the jewelry or do you need it all?" "I got some here," he handed the other man a plastic sleeve, & Donnie set it on the countertop by a strange looking gun. Sharon realized she had seen something like it when she had her daughter's ears pierced. She could not remember having her own pierced when she was a girl. "So where at?" Donnie said, turning his attention to the equipment for a moment, fiddling with the end of the gun. "I'm thinking high left, belly, of course... then we'll see." Donnie nodded. Holding the gun in his right hand, he casually straddled the cushion beside Sharon, turning her head & setting his thumbs at the top of both ears. Holding her head in place like that, he rubbed her ears, then nodded. "Yeah, this'll look good." He held her chin with his free hand while taking a small gauze from an open tin. He swabbed her left ear front & back, then holding it out from her head, he set the gun against her skin. There was a snap & Sharon gasped at the sharp twinge. Donnie ignored it, setting the gun down & quickly closing the back of the new earring. When he let go of her, she turned to a nearby mirror, glad at least it was not like the dark room where she had spent the last hour. There were twin black & silver rings twisted around themselves & curling around the upper outer edge of her ear. Inside her ear was a setting with a tiny onyx stone. She reached up & touched it gingerly, letting Donnie spin her so her back was against the cushion. To her surprise the seat rocked back when he touched a lever, leaving her back slightly hyper-extended. He sat again on the lower portion of the chair, between her spread thighs, & rubbed some jelly over her navel with one hand while rolling her T shirt up to the bottoms of her breasts with the other, using the weight of her breasts to hold the shirt in place. He turned to the table, selecting something from Dave's sack & something else. Sharon blinked when he turned back, seeing the needle in his hand. He selected another gauze, then moved toward her abdomen. "S-shouldn't you have gloves on?" she stammered. Donnie paused, smiling at her. Then he shook his head, speaking to Dave. "Damn, this one's still a newbie, ain't she?" Dave rolled his eyes & nodded. "I explained it to you a minute ago," Dave said as if speaking of something Sharon should already know, "He's a brother... one of the frat. You're a BZ Bitch, that means you're any BZ brother's to enjoy." Sharon shivered at that thought... how many BZ fraternity chapters were there. "But don' worry, Donnie's great both at this & at... well... let's just say you have to pay for it somehow..." Sharon just nodded, trying not to look angry or scared. She gasped as the other man speared her skin with the needle, but it did not really hurt, which surprised her. A moment later he was done screwing the retainer bead to the bottom of the navel 'ring.' It wasn't really a ring at all, but a stainless steel curl with a stylish shiny black B entwined by a white Z hanging from the bottom. The top bead had a similar onyx stone inset. Donnie leaned back & eyed her steadily. "See, ain't so bad. An now any BZ knows to look out for you." Sharon nodded, then held perfectly still while this total stranger rolled her T-shirt up, baring her nipples, which sprang immediately erect as the cool air touched them. Donny grumbled appreciatively, tucking the edge of her shirt beneath her arms, holding it in place. His thumbs & index fingers worked her nipples skillfully to full hardness, then continued until Sharon groaned unconsciously, shifting her thighs together on the cushion. Still holding her sensitive right nipple in his left hand, Donnie slipped his right hand down between her legs & easily pulled her damp thong aside. Murmuring in further appreciation, he slid his broad fingertip down one side of her mons, carefully outlining her outer labia. Adding a second finger, he spread those, then caught her inner folds in his fingers, clinically easing that pressure down the length of each side. Sharon moaned more loudly when he thrust two fingers deep into her wet sex, tilting his hand so his knuckle pressed against her clit. Her bead bloomed & Sharon spread her knees, welcoming the stranger's touch. When he pulled out of her ready pussy & turned toward the small shelf again, it took all her control to keep from asking for more. "Damn," Donnie said to Dave, "You were right... this is one hot bitch. Any site should be totally hot." He paused, leaning close to Sharon. "Open your mouth, bitch." Sharon did not even blink, dropping her mouth open for him. He caught her chin & she could smell her scent on his fingers. "Stick out your tongue." She did. He let go, tweaking a nipple again before leaning back. "So where do you want it?" "Want what?" she asked, assuming he meant where she wanted him to use her. He snorted. "You doin' a three two, bitch. We on three now." He smiled at her obvious puzzlement. "You got a nice high ear piercing. You got a sexy navel piercing. Now what you want? Nipple," he tweaked her bare teats again, "Clit," a brush over her aching bead, "Labia," a tug on her inner lip where it was pouting beyond her bare pubes, "Or tongue," he patted her chin, closing her mouth where it had opened involuntarily as she realized what he was saying. For a moment Sharon could not think. This was... she could not hide this from Chris... The earring and navel ring could be a whim, but this... Which would be easiest to hide? Not the tongue... or the nipple... except did Chris really grope or bit at her chest anymore? Sure he wanted sex, but it was more like a chore... just pushing in & out & in & out. "Hell, bitch," Donnie teased, "I can do more than one if you want... That clitty'd love having a little pressure on it all the time. Me, I think the lip rings are for show... Now a nipple ring; that'll keep you ready to play. Tongue studs are just for other people to enjoy, so..." he sat back, then reached up & alternately tweaked her nipples & thumbed her clit. Sharon shivered despite her fear. "Better decide," Dave warned. Sharon bit her lip. She couldn't sell anything below the waist... maybe she could say Kelly had insisted a tongue stud helped with oral sex... except she never offered Chris oral sex. "Runnin' out of time, my sexy bitch," Dave cautioned grumpily. "M-my... nipple," she said finally. Donnie nodded as if she had made the 'right' choice & began to work her turgid nipples more thoroughly. Sharon bit her lip again, moaning softly as he kept at it. "Left or right," he asked. "Left... let's keep it all on the same side," Dave said before Sharon could answer. Donnie nodded & released her right breast, changing hands to reach across to the drawer. "Want the usual, D?" Donnie asked, holding up a ring much like the one in her ear." "Yeah. I like that better than the bars." Donnie nodded, tearing the package open with his teeth. He applied the lidocaine gel to the nipple, then went to work on her right nipple & her dripping sex at the same time. "You know, D... I think you shoulda skipped the navel... that's passé, man. But this cunt would look hot with a ring or 2." "Plenty of time for improvements, my man," Dave assured him, "The makeover is enough she'll have every dick on campus hard with or without the jewelry." Donnie just nodded. He wiped the gel off with an alcohol swab, then deftly stabbed the 16-gauge needle through Sharon's pebbled pink nipple. Sharon whimpered but held still as he threaded the ring into place, seating the capture bead with the onyx stone & positioning it directly beneath the nipple. "Perfect, if I do say so myself." He leaned back, eyeing the nearly naked housewife. "She a damn sight hotter than anyone you brought through before... but she's no coed..." Dave shook his head. "Swear to God... freshman... but she's married enough, too." Donnie whistled, staring openly at Sharon, who simply blushed as they talked about her. Any moment this big stranger was going to begin using her, & to her surprise & no small fear, she was anxious for it to happen. To her surprise, he stood up, cleaning up the supplies that littered the floor & counter. "Well, guess you want the two now, too," he smiled at the little joke. Dave nodded. "OK, my little BZ Sister," Donnie leered at her, "Just a couple more choices, then we'll get down to business." Sharon nodded, wondering if it would hurt when she put her shirt down over the new body jewelry. "We're done with the three, but now there're two more little... improvements to make." She nodded. He opened another drawer, taking out a different gun. Tearing open a paper sack, he carefully applied the needle, then opened a lower drawer & selected three little vials of ink. Sharon was shaking her head fractionally. Donnie smiled, unbuttoning his shirt... A tapestry of colored ink decorated his torso. "Don't worry, it don't hurt that much." "But I can't... my husband," "Doesn't want to see what you've been doing at school," Dave warned. Then he smiled down at the trembling older woman, "But don't worry... it won't be anything garish. We have some standards for our BZ Sisters," he explained, "An ankle tat & our crest somewhere. Lots of girls use the small of the back, but some put it on the pubes... you could set it right above that pretty V they shaved down for you," Dave ignored the pointed look Donnie gave her, "Or you could put it on an ass cheek. Or as long as you keep your hair long, you could hide it at the back of your neck... that's what some porn stars do. Sharon shivered visibly at that comparison. No neck tattoo, she resolved. But where could she hide it? "Hell, I bet Donnie hear could put it inside your pussy if you wanted. Couldn't you, Donnie boy?" Though he disliked the way Dave was teasing the poor woman, he knew better than to say anything in front of the bitch. He simply nodded, then held up a card. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06 Much like the navel ring, it showed the fancy black & white BZ logo, with 'sister' in red beneath it. He flipped it, briefly showing Sharon the repeating pattern in green & red that would be her anklet, with a faux 'clasp' engraved SDM. He flipped it back & handed it to the obviously conflicted young woman. "We can do 'sister' in black instead if you want." When she did not respond, he shrugged, "Tell you what, I'll do the anklet while you think about it. OK?" Sharon nodded, unable to think of anything else. She watched down her exposed body as Donnie swabbed her ankle, using a foam cushion to elevate her heel. Putting black & red ink into two small plastic wells, he went to work. Before using the needle, he carefully measured her ankle, then selected a template of that length, applying it to guide his work. She jumped when the gun buzzed to life, & again slightly when the needle first dipped into her flesh, but Donnie had not lied: beyond a dull burn there was no real pain. She watched as he quickly etched the outline, a series of beads & drooping stems with small leaves that abutted the next bead or seed or whatever it was. Dave stepped forward & began to work her nipple with one hand & her pussy with the other. In moments she was no longer watching her ankle, merely struggling to stay still as Donnie continued working. By the time he paused, some minutes later, Sharon was barely aware of where she was; only that she needed to feel someone inside of her. & her willingness to take anyone did not seem wrong or alarming. Donnie went back around, filling in the outline, stopping again after less time & having her lift her thigh so he could add the finishing touch. He started to ask what color to use for the clasp, but Dave pointed to the red, & after doing a faint outline of the letters, he quickly filled them in with the red ink, working upside down because the letters were at the back of her ankle. Finished, he carefully wiped her ankle with another alcohol swab, then covered the new work with a gauze wrap. He got up to stretch, watching the sexy blonde writhe under Dave's touch. The smell of her arousal was filling the shop. "Hey Tara, it's slow... take a long lunch," he shouted to the other artist, who had wisely remained up by the counter. They heard the bell over the door ring as she went out, then Donnie tossed Dave the key & nodding, Sharon's chaperone headed up to 'close up' for awhile. "Just one left," Donnie said as Sharon opened her eyes & focused on him. She seemed unaware she had taken over where Dave left off, her right fingers frigging her bare slit right in front of Donnie. No doubt Dave & Shaun had hooked a winner this time. He felt his cock stir, then focused on getting the job done. Have you decided where you want it? Sharon nodded briefly. He was guessing pube or maybe breast, but she surprised him, murmuring her answer. "The small of my back, please." He smiled, then stood up, cleaning the needle & checking that they had enough black & red ink before pouring some white into another cup. "Then flip on over & we'll get to work... this shouldn't take 10 minutes. Sharon nodded, obediently reversing position. Donnie flipped a switch & the cushioned chair reconfigured, leaving the pretty blonde essentially in a doggy position, her naked ass directed at him. His cock stirred more insistently as he pushed her skirt & panties down her thighs to her knees. Instead of arguing, Sharon lifted a knee, letting him remove her clothing completely. Staring at her from behind, Donnie nodded to himself that she'd look even better with just the twinkle of a clit bar peeking beneath her lips. But if she was like the other bitches Shaun & Dave had broken in over the last few years, she'd soon be coming around for 'touch ups' every few weeks. & Lord knew he enjoyed the payment plan that they always worked out. His erection threatened to become a problem, so he picked up the BZ Sister stencils. Dave was back from the front door, & set a warning hand on the box, pointing to the smaller sleeve behind it in the drawer. Donnie eyed askance... it was not what they had shown the poor woman. Dave simply nodded & smiled. Under the younger man's watchful eye, Donnie carefully applied the stencil, then went to work, finishing the Z first, then filling around it the heavier black of the B. Finally, he put the red ink on the needles & finished the cursive 'Bitch' sweep beneath the emblem. It was not like the poor bitch had not already been hopelessly misguided. Enough she was obviously putting out to anyone Dave or Shaun said she should; Donnie knew from the suggestion Dave had made to 'hide' her tat in her pubic thatch that the woman did not understand there would be no more pubic hair except where it remained. He guessed she didn't know SDM on the ankle tattoo was for 'size does matter' or that the pattern was actually a series of black cocks. But he was also so hard by then he would've inked anything on the bitch to take a dip in her honey pot. When he had finished, Dave took charge. The whole scene had been caught on tape... both the camcorder Dave always carried & the hidden lenses they had paid for Donnie to install. Using his master remote, Sharon's chaperone paused the tape, which would only look like a blink if no one moved, & spoke. Now he's going to enjoy collecting his payment, my sexy little bitch. Whatever he wants, you give him... but I think watching you has him hard enough he's gonna take you right there like that..." He resumed recording, then nodded at Donnie. The artist unzipped, freeing his aching cock. Moving forward on the bench, he slapped his heavy shaft over the married woman's naked ass, teasing, "You want this?" "Yesss!" Sharon husked, pushing back visibly, anxious to feel him inside of her. "What's this for?" Donnie asked, aware from past visits what was expected. Sharon's ass twitched invitingly before him, tempting him to take her then & there. "I want your cock... fuck me baby... please fuck me." Donnie slapped her ass. "Why do I get to fuck you, sexy bitch?" Sharon whimpered as he teased his head into her drooling seam, then pressed down against her swollen clit. "Ahh... I have to... have to pay you," Sharon groaned. "Yeah, that's right... What'd this fine ass buy you?" Donnie easily slid his 9" shaft balls deep in the sexy housewife's wet & ready cunt. Her reply caught until he backed out fully, leaving her wanting. "Oh God," she panted, "I wanted some piercings." She moaned as he fed her steaming cunt his cockhead once again. He paused, circling his hips before backing out. "And..." "Don't tease," Sharon whined, almost lunging back against him. "I wanted a tattoo." "Did you get what you wanted?" Donnie thrust forward fully, burying his length in her snug tunnel. "God, yessss!" Sharon nearly screamed, her voice falling to a steady moan each time he shafted into her. He set a steady pace, enjoying the way her velvet center clung to his thrusting shaft. As she seemed to calm, adapting to his size & pace, he reached down with his right hand & began to tweak her rigid clit. Sharon spasmed & moaned, cumming wildly, jutting her ass back against him visibly, welcoming his driving cock. She orgasmed again more loudly within a minute, & made no objection when Donnie pulled out & hammered her ass without hesitation or caution. After a couple minutes enjoying her incredibly tight bottom, Donnie pulled out. He easily flipped her onto her back in the chair with one hand, then pulled her into a sitting position. "I'm gonna plow that sweet cunt, my pretty BZ Bitch, but you'd better clean me off first." Without hesitation the white housewife & coed sucked his shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head eagerly, & moaning when he leaned down & fingered her still leaking sex, pinching her inflamed bead. Pulling back, he said. "What do you want." "I want your cock," Sharon whispered, licking her lips as she eyed it jutting over her ready body. "Please fuck me... give me your cock." "You gonna make me cum?" Donnie teased. Sharon bit her lip but nodded, a hand working feverishly between her legs. Donnie slid slowly into her, pressing forward until his pelvic bone was butting against her clit. Sharon went wild, legs twitching, head back, gasping for breath as he held himself inside of her climaxing body. The rippling contractions of her pussy brought Donnie to the edge of his own climax. He gritted his teeth, fighting for control. Looking down as if talking to her, he spoke to Dave. "This tight cunt fixed yet?" Sharon was too far gone to reply, but Dave snorted. "Nope, but she's already at risk... we'll take care of that tonight." Nodding, Donnie backed out, then thrust home as hard & deep as he could. Sharon's breath left her in a rush. He repeated the brutal thrust, & the coed's milky white legs rose, cinching around his wais, spurring him on. He braced his arms over her shoulders, pounding into her like a mad stallion until her body began to shiver in release once again. Then he let go, holding himself buried as the first jet of his own release pulsed through his body. Jism boiled into her filled channel at the same moment she cried out, hands groping blindly for purchase on the cushioned chair. Dave let another jet erupt inside of her before pulling out, painting her naked pubes with the next streamer before he moved up her body, spraying her face & tits with the rest. He leered as a heavy drop of cum landed on her newly pierced nipple, & after giving Dave time for a close up, he caught Sharon's left hand-ring in sight-& pulled her upright. "Get off my cushions before you stain 'em with our cum," he growled, spinning her half around so the cameras got a nice view of her cum dripping cunt & spattered face & torso. He bent her over at the waist, slapping her naked back with his softening cock, right over the BZ Bitch tattoo. "Gotta sign this with cum," he teased, then stepped to the side, "Better have you clean me up before my next appointment." Without hesitation Sharon dropped to her knees & sucked his cock into her mouth, working at him feverishly until she'd slurped up every drop. He stepped back, then with Dave's camera panning to follow him over the used beauty's nearly naked body. "Better open back up... who knows, I may get a tip for having a show for the customers." Hearing that, Sharon seemed to snap out of her lust-induced haze. She scrambled to her feet, pulling her rolled T-shirt down, not aware of the wet spots that began to bloom. She looked frantically for her skirt & panties, hopping toward the darker hall at the rear of the shop as she struggled into both at the same time. Dave followed, catching it all on film: the housewife / student hurrying from her tryst without bothering to clean up. When she finally paused, still panting from fear & sexual release, in the safety of the hall, Dave patted her shoulder. "Great, my new little bitch. Just wait here for a minute. I have to make sure we're square with Donnie. He sauntered out to the counter, but only to exchange a high five with the older man. "Nice work, my brother," he congratulated the tattoo artist. "Shit, man. You have her in harness... I didn't have to threaten a brand at all. That last filly was a looker, but she was nothing like this bitch. No way she's just a housewife." "I swear man. Just wait, I'm working on her 'bio' pic right now. You're only the 3rd guy to plant one, too." Donnie smiled broadly, knowing Dave & Shaun would be the others. "That new navel bar is nice." Donnie nodded. "Got 'em in special. Thought they match the others better. Tell you, I was guessing tongue & ass on this chick. "Gotta get the tongue, but that can wait... right now she's such a commodity we could cover her in shit & they'd still pay to play. This'll definitely help, though. How'd you like the Brazilian?" Donnie shook his head. "You know, I worry these little baubles'll get your girls in trouble when they're hooked up elsewhere. But lasering to a Brazilian? I mean usually it's that nice little landing strip & last time Shaun had her do a little 'BZ' at the bottom, but that ain't gonna grow back, man. How she gonna explain that to her hubby?" "Not our problem, bro'. Or hers... figure she's hot like that... guys'll pay just to look at it. If hubby gets pissed, it's not like he's the one getting' her off. & if he cuts her off, just means she'll be more dependent on..." "The BZ Brothers," Donnie finished, nodding, "Guess that's why you're the boss." "Naw, Shaun's the man. I'm just like a whatsitcalled... a quality control tester." Both men laughed. "Oh yeah, I gotta call home." Donnie & Dave went through a shorter shaking ritual before the taller older man sauntered over to a couple who had just come in & were looking at the near wall. Dave opened his Motorola Razor & hit a speed dial number. "Yeah." "Zeke, it's Dave. You about done?" "Yep. Shaun had it scoped right, man. No problems here. Had one neighbor lady get a little curious, but the van helped with that." Dave nodded, glad something he had thought of had helped. "He always does," Dave answered, hiding his pleasure, "How long before it's safe to head back?" "Hmmm, give us an hour just to be sure." "Cool. We'll be driving that long. I just have to take her for her new wardrobe, then we'll be back." Zeke snorted at that. "Can't wait." "An you won't have to... that's the benefit of doing the job... first dibs on the new Bitch. I'll ring when she's ready." Zeke signed off & Dave returned to where the half naked blonde was obediently waiting. Without a word he motioned for her to follow & led the way back into the mall. Where people had stared before, they stopped & pointed now. & as before, Sharon seemed oblivious. Carefully draping his left arm over her shoulder, Dave reached down & tweaked the visible bulge over Sharon's left nipple. The blonde housewife shuddered but did not complain or move away. Back inside the mall, Sharon fell into a dutiful position a pace behind Dave as he led the way back to the escalator. Gone was the nervous, prudish woman worried someone might see up her skirt; Sharon set her feet on different steps, pulling at the hem of her skirt to keep it from pushing against the sensitive navel ring. Dave ignored her discomfort & led the way to a trendy 'Goth' store, Hot Topic. The perky teenager with a shock of bright green hair & six rings in her ear blinked but made a valiant effort to appear unaffected when they walked into the shop. "Er, can I help you?" her eyes kept darting to Sharon, clearly amazed that a woman of the housewife's age would be dressed like she was. Dave waved her off. "Thanks, but no... is Trevor working?" He knew he was. The girls smile dimmed as any thought of a commission evaporated. He eyed her nametag. "Tell you what, Tiffany. Find him for us & I'll make sure he shares the sale with you." She brightened a bit, & hurried off to find him. Dave made a mental note... the would be punk or Goth or whatever it was clearly was trying to 'slum' in the 'Dark mall' & her manicured nails & diamond earrings screamed 'rich girl;' she would make a great addition to the stable when she came to school. Trevor sauntered up. Dave was watching Sharon; he could tell she was wondering if she'd soon be giving herself to this latest stranger. Guessing she was pretty spent, & knowing the drug was about gone, Dave was glad that was not on the menu. Trevor was a senior at the local high school, a letter man in football and hoops. He might have been through with playing, but Shaun was loyal to his school, & had been taking steps to make sure guys like Trevor chose their university for their 'higher education.' This was just a 'recruiting visit,' & until they were BZ Brothers or paying clientele, it was a strict 'look but don't touch' policy. The men knocked fists, slapped hand backs, then shook, Trevor's eyes bugging as he stared at Sharon. Dave introduced them & Sharon dutifully batted her well-made eyes at him, thrusting her chest out so the pierced nipple was clearly visible. "This's our latest BZ Sister, see?" Dave explained, spinning the willing blonde & flipping her shirt back up, revealing the BZ emblem at the small of her back. "Had to com into town to get her her shots & uniform & all that." He gestured at the racks of clothes where they stood, "I need those in black & white," he gestured at the cotton sweat material pleated miniskirts, "Any of those you've got in black, red, or pink," he pointed to the display of shelf bra T's with pithy sayings, "Three pair of the fishnet hose. The acrylic 5" heels," his eyes came to rest on a display mannequin with a black & red velvet vest/dress combo the front made of a shoestring, "That," & the matching barely there bikini, "That in the red / black & the silver / black," he wandered deeper in the aisle, grabbing other shirts & several pair of short shorts, as well as a handful of multi-colored thong underwear & matching flimsy demi-bras that would not cover Sharon's nipples. He selected some appropriately garish costume jewelry, a skintight cat suit complete with hood & a zippered crotch, & finally, a sheer robe that wouldn't reach the bottom of Sharon's ass. "You know, she's a freshman this year... came back after the kids were in high school," Dave leaned closer to the nearly salivating clerk, "Who knows, you might even run through her boy in a football game." He slapped the young athlete on the back, "& once you're signed & pledged, you can run through her backfield any time you want. Show the man your backfield, my little bitch." Sharon bit her lip, but dutifully turned, bending at the waist & letting Dave raise her skirt. The thong was already tucked neatly between her cheeks, stuck with the mixed cum leaking from her seam. Dave gave her naked ass an appreciative pat. "& she's not the only one, trust me. The BZ Bitches are the best study partners & cheerleaders on campus, trust me." He held out Sharon's Discover card, "Ring it up & remember Tiffany over there... you bring her along next year... she's a senior, right?" the clerk nodded mutely, "You convince her to come along & we may be talking some serious coin, my friend. She has promise." He let the younger man set about collecting the indicated pieces, using a sheet Dave had handed him including Sharon's 'sizes.' Then he led her to a little kiosk selling jewelry. Dave added a chain to his already heavily laden neck, & an onyx ring with a stone slightly bigger than her wedding diamond for Sharon's right hand... also on her Discover card. They detoured past Victoria's Secret into the sluttier Fredericks of Hollywood, where he told Sharon to 'choose' four different negligee sets, & as many sets of the crotchless panties & open cup bras. After vetoing a 'conservative' piece that might have hidden some of her body, Dave agreed to the black, white, emerald green & blue outfits Sharon chose. He added the appropriate 'accessories,' feather boas, cover-ups, high heeled slippers, & selected a fancy cat suit that was sheer material with a spider web pattern, ringing it up on her MasterCard. The picked up the selections from Hot Topic, then headed back to her car, where he delighted in baring her ass to passers-by as Sharon loaded the back of her Range Rover. She did not complain, & even before they were out of the parking lot, she was trying to unzip his jeans, carefully with her new nails, ready to gobble him up. "Whoa, my little bitch," Dave cautioned, "I'm fine for now. 'Sides, we have some things to talk about on the way back." He set the camcorder on its special cradle, "You're officially a BZ Bitch now. That means lots of perks for you, but there are certain... jobs to do, too. You understand?" Sharon nodded, blushing. "Good. You remember you're ours & all the things we can do for you & things'll be great. I don't want to mess your marriage up; I just want to enjoy that tight ass & pretty pussy whenever I want. & since we're gonna help with your classes & all... keep you invited to the hottest parties around... since we're gonna watch out for you, you're gonna help grease the skids for us from time to time. Don't sweat it, though, you're such a gem I'm betting the guys won't farm you out... you'll be a house girl. & believe me, that means all the cock you can enjoy." The lights of home disappeared over the horizon as Dave followed the monotonously straight road at just over the legal limit. Neither spoke for several minutes. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06 "If you screw up accidentally don't sweat it... everybody makes mistakes. Hell, sometimes the best times we've had were when things screwed up royally. But if you try to hurt us... if you refuse to play along or screw us over or forget your place... hubby will find out just what a slut you are. He'll see you taking black cock like a pro, begging for more. He'll watch you trade your ass for piercings & a tattoo. He may get mad when he sees the new you, but he won't have any proof you're not just trying to fit in with the other freshman; hell, we can provide other freshmen women who'll sell that story. All I'm sayin' is don't give us a reason to give him proof." Sharon nodded, making no objection when Dave reached over & began to finger her barely covered sex. "Now you're probably most worried about whether you're preggers now or not. Don't sweat it; we have the morning after pill waiting in your apartment. Like I said, we can handle mistakes. Take one tonight & another tomorrow, just to be sure." He paused, "& keep a good supply of those Magnum condoms on hand so we don't have to keep using the pills... there are always some side effects, you know." Sharon shuddered a moment later as Dave's fingers brought her off. 'No drugs involved & she's cumming like a school girl,' Dave mused, smiling. "That feel good babe?" sometimes the harsher 'bitch' was asking for trouble. Sharon nodded, smiling contentedly, her body already responding again to his still probing fingers. Now was time to remind her, Dave decided, wishing he had Shaun's sense for such. "Does hubby get you off like this, my BZ little sister?" Sharon shook her head, spreading her legs even wider as he began to thrust his fingers up into her sex more forcefully. "That's right..." Dave said, deftly getting her off again, "So long as you do what we ask, you'll get off whenever you want. By year end you'll be taking summer classes just to stay nearby." Getting her off & going over the ground rules had brought Dave's cock to life again. Satisfied the new bitch was with the game, he unzipped, & without another hint, the white coed dipped her head into his lap & began to suck at him with her considerable skill. Sharon had just finished swallowing Dave's load when they turned onto her street. Dave was relieved the truck was gone; no use spinning another story when their latest money cow could go about her business blissfully unaware EVERYTHING was being recorded. She wiped her mouth, looking at him expectantly. "Thank you," she said when he put the rover in park, "Um, are you coming in?" Dave shook his head. "I'd love to, babe, but I've gotta check in at the house." "I could come along..." she bit her lip, waiting for his answer. "Oh no! I wanna save the unveiling of the new you for Friday night. The big bash. Besides," he paused, "There's the little matter of covering our help for today." Sharon's brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Geez," Dave smacked his forehead with his palm, "You were doin' such a great job on my rod I forgot to explain. Getting us covered today meant two of the brothers had to do some things for us. I told you that, right?" Sharon nodded. "Great. It's a quid pro quo sort of situation. Luckily, this can be covered without our having to go to classes for them or anything, since both are BZ brothers. They'll drop by this evening so you can... let's just say 'thank them' for helping us out." Sharon paled slightly but nodded. Dave patted her thigh. "Don't sweat it, babe. Like I said it's a couple of my brothers... hell, they've probably already had you. In short, all they'd have to do is tell you they wanted some... that's a BZ sister's duty. But servicing them at your place... that's sort of special. They get a single throw for helping out today... that means after they get off, they leave. They can have you however they want, but there are some ground rules. These are always true unless Shaun or I say otherwise: nobody cums in your pussy. That's why we recommend the raincoats, so there aren't accidents. Nobody marks you or ties you up or does anything that could hurt you. They do & you tell us. Nobody 'trades' a throw with you with their buddy. Nobody who's not a BZ brother gets a roll in the hay without our saying so." "Uh, how can I tell who's a BZ brother?" Sharon asked quietly. Dave nodded. "We have a brand of the BZ like your tattoo on our left pec," Dave started, "There's a secret handshake but that won't help you. Most of us wear an earring like the one in your high piercing. & when in doubt, they can tell you what the 'clasp' on your anklet means. & don't show them the letters first. Hell, if they can tell you about the tattoo on your ankle, they're almost guaranteed to be a brother." "W-what's it mean?" Sharon thought about the tattoo for the first time since it'd been etched into her skin, but the light in the car was too dim to see. "If anyone asks, tell them it means 'sisters do more.' But it's simpler really, it stands for 'size does matter.' Something I think you've found out for yourself." Dave smiled broadly. "Now you'd better get inside & get cleaned up. Your notes & anything you need to know are in the mailbox. I'll pick you up Friday night." He paused & looked at her, "You can call if you need anything, but we'll be pretty busy getting things ready." Sharon nodded submissively, then opened the door & turned to hop out. Dave slapped her ass, "Did you enjoy your day, my little Bitch." Sharon nodded. "Thank you..." "You can call any BZ brother 'Master' or sir." "Yes, Master. Thank you." "You can keep your hair & make up appropriately?" Sharon nodded. Dave popped the lift gate on the Rover, "Don't forget your outfits." Sharon struggled inside in the ridiculous heels & the impossibly tiny outfit. She paused long enough to eat a sandwich & take one of the promised pills before she took a long shower, exploring the various changes that had been made to her body that day. It was after dark when she finally put on one of the new outfits, a white demi bra beneath a pink T shirt that proclaimed 'Princess', along with a pair of white crotchless panties & the tiny running shorts she had brought from the frat after her initiation. She replaced the make up & teased up her hair & was considering a drink or a hit of the marijuana she remembered Dave leaving when the doorbell rang. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Well, guess it's time to go be a BZ sister," she tried to smile, then went to open the door. Next: Chapter 7-The visit of the BZ brothers Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 07 Story idea by Scipio, Continuation/ contribution by Rogue Alan Chapter 7: Selling Sharon Sharon absently wondered if she would recognize the BZ brother who was visiting her... Dave had said most of them had already been inside of her, & she was pleased that such young studs could find her sexy enough to want to have sex again. The frank admission she was about to willingly have sex with a stranger in her own apartment brought a wave of anxiety. Was she supposed to take another of the special pills Dave had shown her now? She shook her head, certain that was not true. & reminded herself her 'visitor' would be wearing a condom after all... She waited another moment, standing between the open door to her room & the front door, knowing she should just ignore it... opening the door was another step away from everything she knew. But she knew she did not have a choice... she thought about what Dave had told her, then remembered the way he had recorded them having unprotected sex in her marital bed that very morning. She blushed, scolding herself for so willingly cheating with the black frat brother, or for thinking this was any worse. & more ashamed that as she moved to the front door, part of her hoped this visitor would be able to get her off like she'd cum earlier that day... The bell rang again as she turned the knob, opening the door. "Bout damn time!" the light skinned BZ brother standing on her stoop groused, moving into the door without awaiting her 'welcoming' him. Sharon stammered an apology as she stumbled back, letting her visitor close the door. He looked at her, a leer forming as his eyes lingered on her chest, her left nipple especially visible with the ring piercing her flesh. "Damn, you are fine!" he crowed, "Show yourself off, bitch... turn around, now..." Sharon bit her lower lip, relaxing slightly as she obeyed. The anxiety that he'd be angry & aggressive eased as he whistled appreciatively. "You wanna party a little bit tonight?" he asked. She nodded, suddenly shy. "What's that, girl?" "Y-yes... I want to party with you tonight," she licked her lips & shifted her hips suggestively. He chuckled. "Damn, you really do like the black snake, eh?" His eyes moved toward the kitchen. "Got anything to drink?" She nodded, expecting he would get it. "Damn, bitch... gonna make me serve myself?" She nearly squeaked as she rushed to get him a drink, bringing a choice of three of the various liquor bottles & a Corona from the fridge. He selected the Corona, flopping onto her couch as he took a drink. He sighed appreciatively, then eyed the hesitant coed knowingly. "You are new at this, ain't you?" he did not wait for her response, "I got me a nice beer... got a freebie evening with a hottie BZ MILF... an you gonna make me do all the work?" Sharon moved close, dropping to her knees in front of him. He shook his head, snorting derisively. "Naw, you still don' got it... I wan' a show, my little BZ Bitch... I'm gonna finish this beer & get ready to go watching you shake that fine white ass... dance for me." Sharon almost mentioned that he wasn't her only visitor, but didn't want to say anything to make him angry. Without considering that not 2 weeks before she'd never have considered dancing like a slut, much less living the role, Sharon Sobel, married white mother began to shimmy her hips, dancing in the small space between the coffee table & the sofa where her visitor was watching. He nodded, then sat back as she kept it up, turning & bending at the waist to tease him with her ass before bending her knees, turning again to lean forward as if ready to suck on his big cock... She licked her lips, eyes fixed on his crotch as she stood again, going up onto her tiptoes to tighten her calves before pivoting away from him once more. "Oh yeah," her visitor encouraged, using a remote she didn't remember to turn on her stereo. A heavy Hip Hop beat began to pulse in the room. She found the rhythm, pumping her pelvis suggestively before returning to the seductive twitch & roll of her hips. Eyes closing, she stayed with the tempo, hands roaming over her body, fingers gently tweaking her ever rigid left nipple. Knowing what he expected, she slipped the tight shelf T over her head a moment later, then turned again, letting him see her barely hidden breasts. After kneading her breasts through the bra for a moment, she slipped the thin cotton halter off, turning as she did so before teasingly offering the first glimpse of her nipples. He whistled at the sight of the glittering ring in her left nipple. Sharon lifted & groped her bared breasts, dancing before him for another moment, aware of the swollen bulge in his pants. & aware as well of the insistent tingle between her legs... the need to feel him inside of her... thrusting. Hips matching the movement she felt in her mind, Sharon bent at the waist again, thighs flexing rhythmically as she teasingly pushed her shorts to her ankles. "Damn, that's it!" the Brother said, standing up behind her. He'd unzipped while enjoying the show the old hottie was putting on. He slapped her nearly naked ass with his erection before dipping it between her thighs, slapping up against her sex. "You want this, bitch?" he teased, moving until his swollen tip as at her seam, pushing through the gaping slit in her panties. The little slut groaned & nodded, pushing back at him for a moment. He slapped her ass, "I want a little oral lovin' first, slut." he demanded. Sharon rubbed her sex against him again, then obediently turned, dropping to her knees & catching his shaft in her left hand, guiding his erection into her mouth. "Yeahhh..." he sighed as she immediately began to suck at his tip, head bobbing as she took several inches inside. He reached down, petting her highlighted hair, urging her on. She was a great cocksucker, he had to admit, as she took his entire length without apparent difficulty. It wasn't long before he was going to cum, he realized, & he wanted another shot at her tight pussy... while it was still tight. "Whoa, little cocksucker," he urged, pulling her off of his shaft with a loud slurping noise, "Can't get too far ahead of ourselves here... I only get one throw, right?" She wiped her mouth, looking up at him from her knees but nodding hesitantly. She could guess what he meant. "Well that's a fine cock suckin' mouth, but I ain't gonna waste my ride in yo' mouth!" he snorted. "Get up... Show off that fine ass again." Sharon obediently rose, close between her guest's spread knees. She turned, bending at the waist, showing herself off. She shimmied suggestively, nearly moaning when she felt him stand behind her. "Oh yeah, bitch, you are fine," he moaned, himself as he pressed his raging cock down the seam of her ass. Sharon sighed, tilting her bottom to take him into her sex. He smiled, stroking deep, then catching her hips & holding himself buried. He felt her sex twitching hungrily around him. Dave had been right... get the little slut going & she wouldn't even demand he suit up... but that was part of his job... to remind her she had to use her brain at least a little bit... it was a job he was happy to fill. Holding her in place, he thrust into her steadily for a moment, then went still fully-- easily-- buried in her cunt. "Ahhhh," he feigned orgasm, which was the reminder for the helplessly compromised housewife. "God, wait!" she managed, slipping forward off of his long cock. "What up, baby?" he teased, stepping after her, keeping the swollen tip of his shaft between her labia. "C-condom," she managed, moving through the door into her bedroom. He followed, ready to finish the deed on her bed... He imagined her remembering their activities when her night's work was done. She seemed embarrassed to have him in her bedroom, but didn't waste time, digging a condom out of the drawer by her bed, & deftly slipping it onto his shaft. He was glad for the delay... he could enjoy the hot white co-ed a little longer. He'd moved close behind as she'd selected the condom, looming over her naked body as she leaned back over her bed. It was an easy push to get her onto her back, legs already spread, welcoming his renewed attention. The BZ brother moved over the aroused white housewife, & slipped easily into her once again. The way she writhed & sighed he guessed would've gotten some of his fellows off... he was sure it'd finish the poor sap she'd see in a while. All of which was part of Dave's plan... to get the slut unconsciously comparing wimpy white cock to her 'BZ Brothers.' Not that he was really thinking about it... it just felt too damn good fucking this hot mama. Sharon hadn't bothered to strip off the panties but it didn't matter... it hadn't been any trouble getting her stud inside of her. She brought her knees up, meeting the young stud's thrusts, aware of her need & the rise to climax. She caught his ass in her hands, glad for the condom so he wouldn't have to pull out when he came... God it felt good, she admitted... this was so amazing... "You ready, slut?" he panted over her after another minute, his steady pumping having suddenly become disjointed. She nodded, unable to answer in words. He leered down at her. "You likin' this, don't you?" Another nod. Her eyes flickered closed. & then she began to shiver visibly. Feeling the tremors around his thrusting cock, Dave's frat brother groaned & held himself against her as he came as well. When both were spent, he thrust more gently in & out for a moment, then slipped out of her, smiling appreciatively at her moan of protest, fingers going to work on her just fucked seam. "Did Dave tell you how to take care of us when we're done?" he asked, wondering how the older woman would react to what he was going to tell her. She shook her head, propping herself up on one elbow. He eyed the shine of the nipple ring... Damn, she was hot. He caught the edge of the condom & slid it off of his flagging cock. "Got to clean us up, baby," he waved his cum smeared erection, keeping his expression neutral as Sharon dutifully rose up & slurped at his spent member. "Now that's a special just for us Brothers," he cautioned, "The rest can clean themselves up later, right?" She nodded, apparently not really considering what he was saying. "S'all right, slut," he praised, pushing her back away. She nodded, then got up & moved to her dresser, searching for a top to don. "Whoa, now little BZ Bitch," he shook his head, "You ain't done, yet." She turned in surprise. "You got to take care of this, too," he waved the used condom. Her brow furrowed. He smiled at her, "Can't have this laying around full of my jizz... never know if some skank will use it to trap me into paying for her bastard." Sharon was shocked, but guessed that could happen... He held it out. "It's another service just to help out your 'Brothers,' you know... slurp it down... then you can throw it in the trashcan." Which Dave had made sure was an open wicker arrangement so the growing number of used prophylactics would be plain to their new conquest. Blushing at what she was expected to do, Sharon took the slimy condom from her guest's hand, upending it & at his demand thrusting her tongue up into the latex sheath when his jism stopped dripping out, 'getting it all' as he taunted her. It tasted bitter, & the rubber taste wasn't pleasant, but Sharon didn't stop to wonder why she'd done it. When he pointed at the waste can she tossed it, & was immediately swept up into a passionate kiss so she couldn't see that the end stayed draped over the rim of the can. He maneuvered her out of the bedroom, still nearly naked, & grabbed his pants before he let her go, positioned again in front of the couch. "Damn, but that was fine... I hope I'll see you at the House this weekend." Sharon shrugged. "I haven't heard what I'm doing this weekend." He nodded, not bothering to tell her. "Well, I'd better get going," he smiled, eyeing her still naked chest... she was holding the T shirt she'd selected, the earlier shirt forgotten in a puddle on the floor. "But damn, are the new decorations fine." Waving casually at her, he went out her door, leaving it open, ignoring the squeak of surprise as the semi-nude housewife coed jumped up to close it behind him. Whistling happy he sauntered down the walk to his tooled out Civic. He saw the beater Subaru turn the corner as he pulled away from the curb, he smiled to himself. He'd run it close, but hadn't pushed her about the timing... learning to manage her tricks was a lesson for another time. He wanted to hurry back to the House, though. It'd be a kick seeing her respond to her next visitor. *** Sharon was still leaning against the inside of her door, considering what had just happened. She wondered if any of her neighbors had seen... how could they miss her visitors? She resolved to have Kelly visit soon, & made a note to ask Shaun about the other 'little sisters.' Looking down, she realized she'd need another shower. She'd turned down the overload stereo with the remote that had been left on the sofa, & still holding the clean T shirt, she'd started for the bedroom when there was a knock on the door. She stopped short, surprised that her 2nd visitor arriving so quickly. She checked the clock, not that the time mattered. She hesitated, wondering if she would be in more trouble answering 1/2 naked and obviously sweating from having just finished fucking, or making her guest wait while she cleaned up. The knock repeated. Sighing, she threw the T-shirt on, hoping she didn't look too... too used, the thought made her shudder, even as a flicker of arousal quivered in her belly. Running her fingers through her hair, Sharon opened the door, finding her gaze about 3 inches over top of her guest's head; her short, very nervous, very white guest. She paused, surprised. The young man on the stoop looked familiar but she couldn't place him. He looked at her expectantly, but she couldn't think of anything to say... "Uhm, can I help you?" she finally asked as the young man looked around anxiously. "I, uh... Dave sent me," the man murmured, trying unsuccessfully to look Sharon in the eyes, instead staring at her cleavage. She shook her head... It had to be a mistake. She looked past his shoulder, expecting to see some of the Brothers laughing at their joke, but there was no one. It reminded her that her neighbors might look out & see her... barely dressed with yet another strange young man on her doorstep. She automatically stepped back, letting him inside. "Uhm, I don't... I mean, I have to make a call," she glanced at the kitchen, then the television, waving at the sofa & the remote, "I'll just be a minute. Make yourself at home." "Oh," the guy looked crestfallen... he couldn't seem to stop staring at her. "OK, but..." He held up a poker chip. She'd seen them at the House, but didn't know what they were, "I mean, I guess I hadn't... I mean, Dave said... I mean.... I helped him out, you know-- covered for the lab credits & the quiz..." Sharon nodded, remembering that she'd seen him in the psych class, helping with the handouts... He was the professor's Teaching Assistant. She blushed, remembering Dave had briefly explained that they would 'owe' someone. She realized with a sinking sensation she was supposed to be the reward. She took the chip that the stranger held out. It was jet black, with thin white lighting bolts on the outer ring, & a white line silhouette of a naked woman... more lewdly positioned than the symbol on trucker's mud flaps. Holding it, she went into her bedroom and picked up the phone. After a momentary hesitation, she dialed Dave's number. When it was picked up, she heard the thumping beat of music similar to what was still playing in her front room. She heard a feminine voice giggle, & there were other voices in the background. "Yo!" she thought it sounded like Dave, but she wasn't sure. "Uhm, Dave?" she hesitated, "I have a visitor... I mean... I'm not sure..." she swallowed what she was going to say. There was a pause, then it got more quiet & she could hear Dave's voice more easily. "Sharon? That you, bitch?" "Yes," she answered reflexively, "I just finished with your brother, and..." "Damn, the boy just finished?" Dave sounded surprised, "He knows you got other appointments. He's gonna cause a problem if he can't get that nut off faster." "N-no, it's not... I mean... Well, I have another visitor..." she swallowed. "And?" "Well," she wondered what to say, "He's... he's not in the frat." Dave waited. "So?" "Well, I just thought... I mean, I'm not a slut... I just... I just for you & Shaun & the other BZ's..." Dave laughed like she'd just told a joke. "Oh, I see... Well, remember that favor I explained?" She nodded forgetting he couldn't see her. He didn't wait for an answer, though, "This is one way you help us out... Today you helped yourself out, too, ya know," he snickered suggestively as she flushed at the memory of what they'd done during the day, "I guess I should've been more specific," he was, going on , "Did he have something for you?" She looked at the chip. "Yes... a poker chip." "We call it a poke her chip," Dave corrected her with a laugh, "We give those out as a marker when someone helps us out... They can turn it in to any of our BZ Sisters for a roll in the hay. One cum, with a condom. No freaky shit. There's a funny ceramic container on the mantle... think of it as your BZ piggy bank... You hang on to the chips, then turn them back in & we'll... well, let's just say we make sure you're rewarded for helping out." "Do I have to..." she'd started to ask about slurping the condom out when her visitor finished, but remembered what the first visitor of the night had said... that was for BZ only. "Uhm, never mind." "Good, girl," Dave praised, then added, "What's he doing?" She didn't need to know he & the rest of the crew, with some of the longer term BZ Sisters, had been watching her on the Frat's big screen TV through the little cameras he'd put throughout her apartment. "Oh, he's in the front room... I told him to make himself at home." Dave chuckled. "Better watch that, babe... if h gets into your weed you may have to really work to get him off," he paused, smiling cruelly, "Then again, if he watches that DVD I was eyeing this morning he might cum before you touch him." Sharon gasped remembering the video of her & the other BZ Brothers Dave had been watching on her player that morning. She wondered if his seeing that really would get him off faster... maybe she should show it to him. She still heard other voices in the background, & a girlish voice had just asked Dave if 'she could do anything else for him.' She didn't understand what Dave answered. "Where are you?" she asked without thinking about it; without considering that she felt jealous at the thought of another girl being with Dave. "I'm at the House, bitch," Dave answered. "Oh," she paused, "I thought I heard another girl... I could come over when I'm done with... when I finish here." "Naw, you just take care of business & get cleaned up & get some rest. We'll party this weekend, I promise. Oh, & Sharon?" she hoped he would tell her he'd had a great day... "Yes?" "I know it's not gonna be like you're getting off with the little geek, but if you... you know, make him think he's your Adonis... well, that usually gets 'em off quicker." "Oh, OK," Sharon hung up, looking at herself in the mirror... she thought she looked completely ragged, but her visitor clearly hadn't considered complaining. Setting her chin, she went back into the front room, determined to get through with this quickly... *** She paused momentarily upon exiting the bedroom. Her visitor seemed unaware of the bong sitting on the coffee table. The television was on, but it was tuned to a news channel, she noted with relief. She understood what Dave had meant about his seeing her having sex on video, but the thought of anyone except Dave & Shaun seeing that left her feeling unsettled. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 07 She forced a smile to her face & forced herself to touch her visitor on the shoulder. He looked up in surprised, eyes skittering down from hers to fix once more on her cleavage. "Sorry about that, thanks for waiting," her own gaze moved to the large ceramic urn that had been put on her mantle... she didn't remember when. She'd left the poker chip in a drawer of her dresser, & reminded herself to put it where it belonged later. She returned her attention to her guest. He seemed unable to find anything to say, though he was still staring at her. Hiding her anxiety, she held out a hand, "Shall we go someplace more... comfortable?" He nearly bounced out of the sofa. She shivered, horrified at what she was about to do, & amazed that the young man could be so excited at the prospect of being with her. It was flattering. She led him into the bedroom, unnecessarily worrying he would balk at the rumpled bed. When she turned to face him, she found he was already hurrying out of his clothes. She started to ask if he wanted help, but realized that before she'd finish he would be done. But he stopped, still wearing the black dress socks & a pair of once white briefs. She realized he was hard, & in the next moment nearly giggled. She felt herself relax.... there was nothing to worry about here. Still, she felt nervous as she stepped close to him, putting a hand on his bare chest. "Uhm, did you have anything special in mind?" the young TA gawked at her as if she were speaking a foreign language. He managed to shake his head. She stepped back, "Well maybe you'd like me to strip for you?" He managed a nod. She gently pushed him back onto the bed, then began to sway to the sound of the music still throbbing in the other room. Touching his chest & then his knees as she turned & bent before him, she paused, stripping off her T shirt while facing away from him, & tossing it toward the bathroom. When she turned back, she saw his eyes had been fixed on the new tattoo, but they promptly refocused on the glittering ring now adorning her breast. Feeling deliciously wanton, she ran her hands up her sides , then out, cupping her breast, until she caught her nipples. She managed not to wince at the pain of the pierced teat, letting it fall & running her free hand back down her belly over her panties. His eyes never left her pierced nipple. She turned away again, then back, having pivoted between his splayed thighs. She almost giggled at the way he looked up at her, enraptured. "Are you ready?" she asked lowering her voice in what she hoped was a seductive manner. He nodded immediately. "You don't want me to take these off first?" she shimmied her hips, hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband. He managed to shrug. She smiled. "Eager beaver... I like that," she licked her lips for emphasis. Anxious to have it done with, she moved up over the young man, pushing him back onto his back on her bed. She tickled her fingers over his erection. "But you don't have these off, yet..." He jumped as if electrified, then worked to push his underwear down. She shifted, giving him room, & then leaned over, opening the drawer of the nightstand. She grabbed a condom, pausing as she started to move back over her visitor... The condom in her hand was a 'Maxum'... one look at the erection jutting up from his groin, ready for use, & she knew a smaller condom, was necessary. She was relieved to see his eyes remained glued to her pierced nipple... he hadn't noticed her faux pas. Dropping the condom back into the drawer, she rummaged through, amazed at the number of condoms Shaun & Dave had dumped into it, finally reaching the plastic container with random Trojan condoms. She caught hold of the 1st that she could, sitting up again, hoping not to have spoiled the mood. She needn't have worried. She held the plastic square up. "Dave explained... you have to wear this?" The young man nodded, blushing. She giggled, running the nails of her free hand down his torso to his groin, "Don't worry, big boy, I'll take care of this." She suddenly found herself considering slurping at his erection... how would he taste? "Would you like me to suck your cock, first?" she heard herself ask. The young man nodded, then put a trembling hand on her wrist. "W-wait," he managed, blushing more fiercely, "I might... You'd better not... I just want to do it." She nodded. "OK... this time," she hoped Dave would want her to encourage him to help the Brothers out again... at least if she had to be with him he wasn't big enough to hurt her, & he wouldn't be a stranger after this time... She tore the plastic package open with her teeth, then deftly rolled the condom onto his erection, ignoring the extra latex rolls that remained when it hit the base of his cock. Nodding, she moved farther up his thighs, lifting her pelvis & catching his erection in one hand, bringing it to her crotch. She pouted playfully. "Oh my," she batted her eyes, amazed he wasn't seeing it was all an act, "I got so excited I forgot to take these off," she looked down her body at the panties, "Can you help me out? Pull them aside, baby... I'll do the rest." His fingers were trembling as he caught hold of the edge, pulling them aside as she'd done not an hour before. Nodding, she twitched her hips, then settled, holding the tip of his latex clad erection against her still wet labia. She was glad she'd been so excited when her 1st visitor was there... she hadn't considered that applying some KY might be a good idea. It didn't matter, though. As Sharon lowered her hips, the young man's cock pushed easily into her sex. Before she expected, her bottom came to rest on his thighs. It barely felt like he was inside of her. But Dave's words echoed in her ears. "Yesssss!" she groaned, holding herself against him, then leaning forward, pressing her bare breasts against him. She began to rotate her hips, pumping up & down slightly-- afraid he'd slip out. She moaned again on the 3rd or 4th down stroke. Still working her hips, she reared up, "Suck my titties!" she gasped, "God, you feel good inside of me." The TA's hands had caught her hips as she was swaying & rising & falling. He lifted his head, dutifully licking at both her nipples, focusing of course, on the tender pierced side. She murmured, mussing his hair with one hand. "You like my jewelry?" she cooed, "It keeps me ready to go... isn't that great? Mmmm..." & she feigned a shiver, pressing herself against him again, trying not to wince at the discomfort his clumsy effort on her nipple was causing. He was unable to answer. She kept rocking over him for a few moments, then asked if he wanted to be on top. He simply shook his head, eyes becoming glazed as she finished the question with another moan of seeming pleasure. "OK," she gasped, dipping her head & pumping at him more fervently, "But I'm close baby... you've got me so close... God that's good... so good... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Oh God, I'm gonna cum..." She tried to make her body tremble as she went still, pressed full against his hips. "Oh, oh oh... so good... so good..." He'd caught her hips more firmly, & she felt him go rigid beneath her. He gasped as he came, & a few moments later his spent cock slipped out of her. Sighing theatrically, she rolled to the side, cupping a hand over her groin as if it ached, & quickly readjusting her panties, covering her neatly trimmed seam. She resisted the urge to get the T shirt, making a mental note to leave the shirt on the bed the next time. She paused, horrified that she could so calmly consider the possibility that there would be a 'next time.' Her guest was still panting, recovering from his release, the condom drooping against one thigh. "Did you like that, lover?" she asked, huskily, smiling when he managed an enthusiastic nod. "Good... I did, too... That was amazing. Now I'll be able to sleep," she stretched pointedly, knowing without looking that his eyes were again glued to her pierced nipple. "Well, if you need to clean up you can use the bathroom, but it's about time for me to get to sleep... have to get to class tomorrow, you know." He nodded, looking away & apologizing for taking her time as he got up & staggered into the bathroom. She heard him take some toilet paper. Then he peed. The toilet flushed, & he emerged a moment later, covered again by the grayish white briefs. Sharon had taken the time to put on yet another T-shirt, & was lying on the bed once more as if ready for sleep. She yawned & got up from the bed. "Thanks again, lover... Let me help," & she gathered his clothes, handing them to the seemingly dazed young man. When he was dressed, she hopped up, pausing out of fear he'd see she wasn't tired at all. She led him by the hand to the front door, then turned & gave him a peck on the cheek, thanking him again before ushering him onto the porch, remaining herself inside. "I hope I'll see you again," she started, then giggled, "I mean outside of class." He bobbed his head, stammering that he'd see what he could do, then turned & hurried back to his car. Sharon closed the door, once again leaning against the wood surface. She was relieved it was over, & pleased that it hadn't taken very long... It really hadn't taken any effort. Only once she was in the shower did the fact that she'd just willingly had sex with a young man who wasn't a member of the frat hit... & even then the absurdity that sex with the BZ brothers was OK didn't register. She blushed, realizing she hadn't even learned the young man's name. She tried to remember from the class, but there was nothing... She'd rarely been to class since she'd slept with Shaun. Drying off, she told herself she'd get up the next morning for her classes, torn between hoping Shaun or Dave would call her & hoping she would be forgotten so she could simply go to class & then back to her family. The thought of her family brought a wave of shame & guilt to the front. Sharon ran out of the bathroom, flopping onto the bed & crying quietly for a time, as she wondered if she'd ever be able to go home again, with the changes she'd allowed to be made. Would Chris recognize that she'd been with anyone else? What would he say about the tattoos & piercings. She shivered, praying he wouldn't kick her out, & wondering what she would do if he did. When sleep wouldn't come, she got up, wandering into the kitchen. There was more beer than food in the fridge. She selected a single serving bottle of champagne... Asti, & sat down, watching the news channel as she drank straight from the bottle. Still wide awake, she glanced at the bong, considering whether some weed might help. Decided, she went about putting some of the marijuana into the bong, then lit it & took several hits, still watching the news. She frowned, after a minute. She felt better... almost tired. But the news was so depressing. Stretching out, still barely dressed in the thin T & panties, she figured out how to change the television to the DVD. The movie of her having sex was still in the player, & within a minute of starting it again, the entrapped housewife was masturbating, no longer concerned with what she'd done that night, or with what would happen with her family, or with how the movie had been put together. She fell asleep not in the bed, but on the couch, with the image of her writhing beneath a series of lovers playing long after she'd passed out. * Next... Chapter 8:Study Hall Chapter 9:the Big Bash Chapter 10:Saving Sharon Chapter 11:Home Field Advantage Chapter 12:Stripped Glory Chapter 13... Chapter 14... Chapter 15... Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 08 Original Story/ Character: Scipio Story Continuation: RogueAlan Chapter 8: Study Hall Sharon blinked awake, surprised to find she'd gone to sleep on the couch. The stale scent of weed hung in the room, & she found the bong on, its side on the coffee table beside her, an empty single serving bottle of Asti beside it. The television was on, but the movie that was in the player had stopped playing. She groaned as she sat up, stretching a stiff neck & back, mad at herself for failing to go to bed. God, she winced, she was so sore... she couldn't believe how much her body ached... It felt like she'd worked every muscle. As she spread her legs for support & started to get up, the ache between her legs made her pause. She shivered as the events of the day before came back. She glanced down; even through the fabric of the BZ Bitch T-shirt the nipple ring was obvious. She tried to remember... had she showered? She had. Had she eaten? She wasn't sure. She was certainly hungry. She got up, absently righting the bong, her eyes moving as she set it on one end of the mantle to the urn at the other end. Before she forgot, she retrieved the poker chip, putting it through the slot in the top of the urn lid, & hearing it clank when it bounced&& in the otherwise empty vessel. She went into the kitchen, finding no orange juice or apple juice... only a ½ empty ½ gallon of milk & a variety of beers, along with more of the small Asti bottle. Shrugging, she chose one of the latter, twisting the gold foil & screw cap off, then rummaging through the pantry & cabinets... She realized she needed to get to the grocery store... the only thing she could find to eat was grape pop-tarts. Not bothering to put them in the toaster, she went back into the front room, turned the television off, & then went to get dressed for class. A glance at the clock threw her into high gear... She had only 10 minutes to get everything together & to get halfway across the campus. She pawed through her drawers, grabbing out panties, & kicking the pair she'd been wearing toward the closet, stripping off the T-shirt as well. She paused upon pulling the panties up, surprised to realize they were crotchless in front, the thong back tucking between her cheeks. She went back, finding no more suitable underwear... sure there were other thongs without the crotchless opening, but nothing like she usually wore to school... or to go home. she stopped searching, aware she had no time to waste. She pulled on the first pair of shorts she found... short shorts, like runners wear, she realized right away, but again, a brief search of her drawer demonstrated no more suitable clothing. She wasn't surprised to find the bra drawer was empty, & reluctantly selected her shirt, a deep pink 'Princess' T with the BZ logo on front & back. After a hesitation, she stripped the shirt off, putting a halter style white BZ T on beneath it... at least she wasn't on complete display, she told herself, glancing in the mirror. She'd taken a moment to apply deodorant & foundation, but had no time for more. Embarrassed at the mess her hair was in, she grabbed a NY Yankees baseball cap that had somehow appeared in her closet, then grabbed her backpack—untouched since the last time she'd been to class—& hurried out the door, still munching the last of the pop-tart. The Asti left her with a little buzz, easing the anxiety she would've otherwise felt at going out in public dressed as she was. She wasn't really aware of the open stares from every guy she passed. She barely noticed the glares of many of the prettier co-eds; she wasn't trying to be provocative or to distract their boyfriends... didn't really know she was doing it. She was glad it wasn't cold, since she had so little clothing on. Of course, the classes were air conditioned. Even before she'd taken a seat, near the back so fewer people would see her, the gooseflesh was prominent on her bare arms & legs. She rubbed at her arms, embarrassed at the realization not only the pierced nipples, but both were fully visible against the fabric of her shirts. Looking around, it seemed guys had noticed her little display, which made her blush, but at the same time, she felt a tickle between her legs, & was proud of the fact that she could get such a reaction. She tried to concentrate on the lecture. The speaker stumbled a couple times, & whenever she'd look up from her notes, she'd find the balding man was staring at her as he searched for his point. At least being cold kept her from getting sleepy. She hadn't seen anyone she knew going, into the Economics 101 course, but she that was all right; she expected to see Shaun, Kelly, & Dave at the Psych course later in the day. Class had managed to become monotonous & Sharon was checking her watch to see when they could leave when the bell rang. Like most of the others she jumped up, turning to return her binder to the backpack, not noting the dozens of eyes that fixed on her ass in the tight shorts-- a spectacle no guy sitting below her missed. She joined the crush of students headed for the door farthest from the building's entrance... there was a shorter line on that side. She was considering stopping at the Union to get some school logo sweats when someone caught her elbow in the poorly lit hall outside the class. She turned, finding a stranger smiling at her. "Damn, you make it easy to stay up in class," the young black man leered at her. Sharon blushed & smiled nervously. "Thanks," she managed, blushing at the idea he'd been watching her to stay awake in class, "It can be pretty boring." He laughed at that, ignoring the flow of people around them. He still had her elbow, keeping her from moving to her next class. "You're one of my sisters, eh?" Sharon nodded, noticing the BZ logo on his ball cap as he looked down at her. He smiled, "Glad you advertise." She was puzzled until she realized he was looking at her shirt. "You know what you got to do, then?" She frowned, "Uh... I'm not sure..." he pulled her across the hall to a recess for a closed classroom door. "Pretty but dumb," he muttered, pointing with his free hand down at his crotch, "The job of a BZ bitch is to keep us happy, right?" Sharon nodded, alarm growing at what she thought he was suggesting. "Well, then?" he turned using his body to shield her from the light filtering through the double glass door to the outside at the end of the hall. People were passing them, paying no attention. "I got class, bitch, so get to it." Sharon nodded, then shook her head. "Uhm, but I don't have a condom," she murmured. He laughed. "Damn, you still that new?" He unzipped, "You a BZ Bitch. You do what we say, when we say. If you did get me to use a condom in your mouth you know what you have to do when I'm done, don't you?" Sharon blushed but nodded once. The young man chuckled, "So no reason for us to bother with a condom, is there?" Sharon shook her head, unable to look up into his eyes... In fact, her eyes were riveted to his open fly, the edge of his cock visible. He wiggled his hips suggestively, his cock flopping into the open. Without thinking about it, Sharon reached out & caught hold of him. Feeling him in her hand, Sharon was shocked at the pang of arousal she felt. She started to bend at the waist, then paused, realizing she'd be more obvious like that. Without really considering what she was doing, the married white co-ed dropped to her knees before the BZ brother. Still gripping the base of his cock in her petite hand, she slurped his semi-erect shaft into her mouth & began to suck at him fervently, bobbing her heard. "Oh yeah," the strange frat brother groaned loudly enough to, attract attention from some passing students. He tilted his head back, catching hold of her hair with his hand, moving it out of the way, exposing her to anyone beside them in the hall. "Do it, bitch... Show me how much you love my black cock." Sharon worked at him harder, shivering in growing excitement as he grew hard in her mouth. His hand closed over the back of her head a moment later, & he more vigorously fucked her face against his groin. Sharon no longer remembered where they were... her entire focus was the swollen flesh she was pleasuring. She heard his breathing, surprised herself by knowing the way he was panting... the way he felt in her mouth, that he was about to cum. She'd assumed he would pump his load straight into her stomach. Instead, he pulled out as he started to shoot, painting her tongue & face with heavy ropes of jism. Sharon groaned, trying to catch it in her mouth. She'd unconsciously dipped the fingers of her free hand between her legs, inside the edge of her tight shorts to frig her clit & work her wet slit. The Brother finished his climax, wiped himself on her cheek, then patted her head in thanks. "Good little BZ Bitch," he praised, then unceremoniously turned & sauntered off as he tucked himself in. Sharon was left kneeling in the shallow cut out of the closed door, one hand buried in her sex, face smeared with semen. She squeaked at her situation, leaping to her feet & trying to cover her face as she dashed into the ladies room at the end of the hall. She didn't see the Brother she'd just sucked off slap hands with Dave, who'd caught the whole scene from her leaving class on the camcorder. Dave waited, but didn't bother wasting tape, as he watched to see what Sharon would do. Inside the bathroom, the married white student stared at herself in the mirror, the reflection almost a stranger, to her, & yet more familiar than the face she remembered seeing home with her family. She wiped away the shiny smears of jism at the corners of her mouth, using her fingers instead of towels, mindful of what she'd been told the night before... She blushed when she realized she was licking her wet fingers clean instead of washing them off, & quickly turned the faucet on, eyes moving between the clock over the sinks & the bathroom door. She blushed at the thought of someone coming into the bathroom & seeing her in her state. As she reached for towels to dry her hands, she was acutely aware that she was still excited. She paused, considering slipping into one of the stalls to masturbate. As a hand dropped to her crotch, pressing her aroused sex through the thin fabric, she glanced at the clock again. Seeing the time, she stopped thinking about taking the time for getting herself off, in order to rush to her next class. As she ran down the hall, her pack slapping steadily against the top of her ass, she didn't even notice the way every guy eyed her as she passed, or the way most of the girls turned up their nose, incensed at the appearance of the obvious slut. Panting from exertion, still more than a little aroused at what she'd just done outside of her last class, Sharon tried not to attract too much attention as she settled into a seat near the back of her next class, English. The instructor, a woman not much older than she, frowned at her even though the bell hadn't rung & other students were coming in behind Sharon. Sharon glanced away from the other woman's stern gaze, wondering what she had done... class hadn't started yet, after all. As embarrassing as the teacher's reaction had been, the awareness that she was still wet... still horny, was enough that Sharon looked around, hoping to see a BZ brother in the class. She didn't see anyone. She smiled nervously, realizing every guy in the room was staring at her openly. She absently wiped at her mouth, making sure there was no remaining evidence of what she'd done, & pointedly tried to ignore the fire between her legs. Class was boring. She found her mind wandering to what she'd just done... to what she'd done the day before with Dave. Midway through the period, the instructor mentioned the husband in the story the class had been discussing... a story Sharon had read long ago but had not taken time to reread. At that mention, the thought of her own husband & family again intruded on the hapless student's conscience. She pulled self-consciously at, her shorts, horrified that she was out in public dressed like... a slut. She glanced around, relieved to see that most of the class were paying attention to the professor or their notes... a couple openly sleeping. Sharon resolved to spend more time in class & less time interacting with the BZ fraternity. She'd already done much more than she should, she knew. By the end of class, the arousal she'd been fighting was long cold. When the bell rang, she leapt up with the other students, hurrying to pack her things in the backpack. She was intent on getting back to her apartment to find more appropriate clothing; already she knew she should practice how she would hide her new... decorations from her family. She almost missed the voice of the professor calling her name as she hurried up the steps toward the exit. When the woman's slightly scratchy voice repeated her name more forcefully, Sharon stopped & turned. The woman was staring at her steadily. Sharon swallowed, but reversed course & hurried down to the lectern. "Y-yes?" she asked. "I see you've undergone quite the... transformation since class began," the woman's expression made it obvious what she thought of Sharon's clothing. Sharon shrugged. "Well, yes... I mean not really. I've made some new friends, true enough." Up close, she realized the woman was younger than she was. Her haughty attitude of superiority had left the nervous housewife with the impression the other woman was older. "That's part of what college is for isn't it?" The woman sniffed, lifting her hand, showing off a gaudy oversized diamond ring. "And what would your husband say about your new... friends?" she almost sneered. Sharon's breath caught. It took a moment for her to find her voice. "I don't know what you're insinuating," she said, becoming angry as she answered, "Is there anything wrong with the work I've done in your class?" As she spoke, she was relieved to be confident that all of the work she had turned in for this class was her own. The woman pursed her lips. She inhaled, then shook her head. "Just see that you remember who you are," she paused, "It's terribly easy to get lost here, away from home." Sharon felt her cheeks burning. "Thank you, but I already know that... I'm not a child," she answered angrily, "I appreciate your concern." The professor considered saying more for another moment, then dug into her bag. She held out a gilt printed card. "I hope you're right. I read your admission essay, Sharon," she looked into Sharon's eyes for a moment, "I've been anxious to see what you can do with some instruction. Take this card. If anything happens & you need me, day or night, just call. My numbers are on that card." Confused, Sharon took the card, mumbled her thanks, & stumbled up the steps, wondering what the other woman expected of her. Neither woman realized the entire exchange had been captured on digital memory via the school's extensive audio-visual suite. A wealthy alumnus had provided the university with funds to place state of the art computerized systems in the biggest classroom of each building. The BZ brothers had been quick to capitalize on the central storage arrangement the system employed. It was not uncommon for instructors to have their teaching assistants vet a test before it was given, & more than one exam had been blown up without having to resort to more direct means of getting the answers. As the fraternity's A/V guru, Dave had seen to it that a room with no fewer than 20 LCD monitors rotating the dozens of cameras was monitored each day at the frat. They had also co-opted the security cameras, scattered around the campus, & had piggy backed on existing wiring to provide some less than legal vantages that had brought their chapter more than a little income over the 3 years since a serious effort at catching 'up-skirt' & similar porn for internet sales had begun. The dozens of camera feeds couldn't all be recorded, so they kept a pledge on watch in a carefully hidden 'security nook' in the frat house, rotating the duty once rush was complete. Seen initially as boring busy work all of the brothers had quickly agreed that electronic voyeurism had definite advantages; they knew the campus dealers, thugs, & sluts, as well as which TA's & even professors had... weaknesses. & weaknesses were what the BZ frat excelled at leveraging. Dave actually spent little time in the warren of computers & monitors at the frat, preferring to use dedicated camcorders & mikes for his recordings. But he'd received a call the moment Sharon's instructor cum mentor had called on her after class. As per his instructions, the pledge on eye duty had been keeping special attention on their new 'sister.' She'd been seen almost constantly since she'd set foot on campus. Dave kept a mental list of the professors & administrators, who were 'targets;' individuals who had accidentally or intentionally interfered with frat business, or who could help the brothers out. He hadn't known that the bitch teaching English Lit had more than a passing interest in his new sister. Once again, Sharon was going to prove to be invaluable to the BZ. At his instructions, the pledge flicked a switch, & the direct-able camera at the back of the room zoomed in, the professor's own mike capturing what was said. Dave didn't have video, but the sound was piped through to his Blackberry. By the end of the conversation he was smiling broadly, but not pleasantly. A plan was already beginning to form... Sharon nearly ran out of the English building, angry & embarrassed at what her professor had said. Nancy Eller had been one of the main reasons Sharon had chosen the state university over the private college back home. She sniffed, mentally berating the frigid bitch for making such insinuations... even if they were true. She took a breath, trying to calm down, telling herself that Professor Eller was just interested in helping her; the woman clearly just didn't understand what it was like, being a BZ Sister. Trying to ignore the cold, making her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, Sharon hurried toward the Union, intent on doing some reading. She had time before her last class of the day, & having missed so much class already she was intent on catching up in, her free time. Even so, her eyes wandered as she crossed the campus. She ignored the stares of the boys she passed; she wondered if she might find a Brother to help her get off so she could focus more easily. None of the BZ Frat seemed to be around. She even considered trying to entice a couple of the big guys who were obviously on the school's football team to 'workout' with her, smiling at the mental image that filled her head. She didn't act, though... it felt too much like cheating, even daydreaming about it. She briefly wondered why it wasn't cheating doing whatever the BZ Brothers wanted, but shrugged, reminding herself that was the duty of a frat's 'little sisters.' & Shaun & Dave weren't strangers, either... they were looking out for her. Hugging her arms around her chest, Sharon smiled at the thought, ducking through the glass backdoors of the Union. She'd meant to get some coffee, but seeing the bookstore, she was reminded what she was wearing & hurried down the stairs to pick up some sweats. More comfortable in an oversized black fleece hoodie & matching pants, Sharon went up to the cafeteria, bought a large coffee, & crossed the hall, wandering into the study hall. Students were sprawled against the pillars & over plush chairs. Others talked over their work spread out on the library tables, while a few hunched over their work at the 'private' desks lining the room. She saw that most of the study rooms... separated from the main hall by tall glass doors, were in use. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 08 She smiled gratefully at the young student who hastily grabbed his Eastpack out of the seat beside him so she could sit down. She put her coffee to the side, then pulled out the book Professor Eller had assigned, intent on catching up with the class. For almost an hour, Sharon worked diligently, making steady progress toward catching up in every class. She paused periodically, glancing around enjoying her place in school, musing that what she was doing was how she'd envisioned being a college student. Looking around, she didn't feel as if she was different from the other young co-eds. Checking her planner, she was surprised at how easy it had been to get back on track, & wondered if that was true for everyone in college. She knew she was no top notch student. Clearly college was geared to allow students lots of time for fun. She shifted in her seat, abruptly aware of a need... a sexual need. She wondered if helping Shaun & Dave stay caught up in their classes would mean she'd more quickly get to enjoy another day with them on... what had Dave called it? an adult field trip. Momentarily ashamed at becoming aroused sitting in the study hall surrounded by young men & women, she glanced around, wondering if they could tell. She paused, wondering how she had turned into such a slut... how could she... she shut her eyes, imagining Shaun's big cock thrusting into her, making her cum... She shivered looking around, grateful for the sweats now hiding her body's reaction. How could she want more of that knowing it put her in more & more danger of losing her family... of losing everything. She tried to be glad that the thought scared her, but wondered how long that would last. Nearly jumping up, Sharon gathered her things, intent on skipping the rest of the week; she needed to drive home to see her family... to get grounded again. She was sure she could think of some story about her new... decorations. Maybe the best would be simply the truth: she was a BZ Sister... all of her sisters had the tattoos &, piercings. & maybe Chris would like them. Finished packing her bag, she murmured a thanks to the man who'd made a place for her, intent on going back home. She almost made it out of study hall before a wolf whistle stopped her in her tracks. She turned, 1st to see who was attracting the attention, & blushed when she realized it was her. A tall broad black athlete was openly leering at her. It was Tom, one of the offensive linemen, & one of her Brothers. He'd been the 1st to exit the main study room, where the football team held daily guided study sessions. She saw some of the other BZ Brothers coming out. Several nodded or smiled. She shivered, aware that most of them had been inside of her. The thought did nothing to ease the pressure building between her legs. As much as she wanted to deny it, the look on Tom's face said he had the same idea her body was encouraging. She knew she should turn & go on... flee. But she couldn't. The hulking lineman approached her. "What 'cha doin' here, little Sister?" he asked, as if he knew the answer. "Uhm, I was studying... I got all caught up," she paused, & couldn't help but go on, "Have to be ready for the party this weekend." He just nodded, eyes roaming up & down her body. "So you're through studying?" She nodded, wondering if that was the right answer. She looked around, relaxing slightly when she realized no one seemed to paying them any attention. Surely he wouldn't make her what she'd done earlier there in study hall? She shivered, wondering if she would do it if he demanded... knowing with a strange tremor of arousal that she would. "Well, maybe you can help me out, then," he said. She nodded, waiting for the inevitable. He looked around. "I got me some reading homework," he seemed suddenly embarrassed, more like her son than an enormous man, "& I... well, I don't read so good. So sometimes people read for me." Sharon tried to hide the relief she felt at being asked to really help him. "Well that's what Sisters are for, right?" He blinked at her as if what she'd said made no sense, but nodded. He tilted his head for her to follow, lumbering toward the small rooms lining the study hall. Sharon fell in behind him. He opened the 1st door he came to, not bothering to see if anyone was inside. "We got this room now," he said, voice a quiet rumble. The 2 geeky students who'd been immersed in their studies scrambled to collect their things & escape past him. Sharon watched in amazement. No one ever reacted to her like that. Tom motioned for her to follow him inside. She set her bag on the table, not seeing the way the big student carefully arranged his things on the far side of the room. He handed her a library copy of George Orwell's 'Animal Farm.' The bookmark was barely beyond the start of the novel. She picked it up, smiling as Tom settled onto a seat beside her, & began to read. After maybe 10 minutes, his hand came to rest on her thigh. Sharon blushed, but didn't argue. She went on reading, pausing after each break to ask if he had any questions about what she'd read. He just shook his head each time, so she would nod & continue. After another few minutes, the big student sighed loudly. Sharon stopped. "Is something wrong?" He shook his head, "Oh no, we're past where I needed to read," Sharon started to close the book, "But go on... I'll be ahead, that way," the big football player insisted, "I just thought... well, I think I'd pay better attention if you weren't in so many clothes," he smiled at her, "What are you wearing underneath those baggy sweats?" Sharon giggled, relieved she wasn't going to get into trouble. "I'm wearing what I'm supposed to wear," she assured him. He nodded his head. "Show me." She blinked, eyes going to the big window in the door. She didn't hesitate, though; after all, she'd already been to class in just the shorts & T-shirts. Blushing at being watched by the big frat brother, Sharon pulled the hoodie off, following with her sweat bottoms. She set them in her bag, then moved to sit back down to read. "C'mere," the big athlete said quietly, pushing his chair back from the table, "Sit in my lap." The thoroughly conditioned white housewife didn't argue, moving around the table to sit on Tom's lap. She didn't protest when one hand slipped beneath her shirts to begin tweaking her nipple, the other resting high on her thigh. Clearing her throat, she picked up the book & resumed reading. It was difficult... the young man's knowing fingers quickly had both nipples rock hard. She shifted, becoming aware she could feel his erection pressing against her. He laughed when her voice faltered after another moment. "Something wrong?" he teased. She heard the huskiness in her voice as she answered. "I-it's just hard... hard to read when you're doing that." He nodded his head. Is there something else you'd rather be doing?" She shivered, wondering how it could be so obvious. She wondered if he could smell her arousal. She tried to keep reading but hadn't made it a page before he'd slipped a hand between her thighs. She didn't think, she just spread her legs for him. As she tried to keep reading, Tom deftly ran his fingers beneath her shorts & up & down her increasingly wet slit. Every few strokes he slowly circled her aroused clit, not touching it. Each time Sharon stopped reading, increasingly hungry for the contact & the release it promised. He just chuckled, the rumble moving through his body, up into her pelvis. He was still working her left nipple with the other hand, & finally Sharon realized she hadn't read a word in almost a minute. Instead, she was pushing herself against his erection, tilting her pelvis, welcoming his fingers. Hew went on teasing her for a few seconds, then abruptly pushed back in the chair & stood, leaving her on her feet before him. "Damn, if this ain't the best studying I've done all year," he said, his left hand holding her in place by his grip on her breast, "But I had to adjust myself. She felt his right hand at his groin as he spoke. She giggled, imagining his big erection had been getting pretty uncomfortable with her sitting on his lap. She realized she was hoping he'd take her back to the frat to fuck her & finish what he'd started. She was surprised when he sat back down again, pulling her backwards over his lap once more. She wasn't really sitting on his lap, though... her legs were left spread, so she was more or less straddling him. His strong hands pulled by her breast & thigh, urging her down onto his lap. She gasped as she sat, feeling the head of his penis press against her crotch. Tom hadn't just 'adjusted' his package... he'd unzipped... he was going to fuck her there in the study room. Though Sharon's eyes went to the door of the room, horrified that someone would see, she didn't argue, & realized as she felt herself shift she was actually trying to help him get through the leg hole of her short shorts. He caught the thin fabric with one hand & she feared he'd tear it, leaving her with only the sweat bottoms to wear. Instead, he held the nylon to the side, offering his swollen cock a free path into her sex. Sharon sighed as he pushed into her. She settled onto him, shivering in forbidden pleasure as more of his big cock thrust up inside of her. She didn't remember a time it hadn't been easy to take the biggest of the Brothers. She wanted to ride him hard, up & down, to get herself off, but his big hand held her in place. She shimmied her hips, hoping he would get the message. He laughed. "Not yet, little Sister," he warned, reaching under her shirt again with his left hand to resume working her turgid nipple, "Let's finish this chapter. Sharon pouted for a second... she didn't want to study anymore. Still, having Tom inside of her felt so good, she decided not to argue. Opening the book, she leaned forward onto the table, the position pressing her clit slightly against his shaft as she began to read. Or tried to; every few seconds Tom would shift, moving her from side to side, making it hard to concentrate. As she managed to keep reading with that, he would lift his hips, pushing up into her slightly, brief thrusts that stoked her building fire. Sharon trapped the book on the table with one hand, grabbing the table edge with the other & visibly pushing back at him. That simply elicited another chuckle from the big football player. When Sharon paused to turn the page-- elated to see the end of the chapter, Tom dropped his left hand to her waist. She moaned loudly as he lifted her up & down, fucking her forcefully on his cock in several strokes before leaving her impaled once again. "C'mon, little Slut," he teased, "We're almost there..." Sharon nodded... she couldn't talk for a few seconds. She pinned the book back down with her free hand, trying to focus on reading the last 2 pages. Tom's fingers dipper around her right thigh to press on her clit, & Sharon arched her back, breath catching as an orgasm threatened to burst. She wanted it, but wanted to finish the chapter, like Tom had asked. She was reading about the pigs squealing when she realized he was standing, a forceful thrust driving her against the edge of the table before still more of his big cock thrust into her. He pressed his left hand against the small of her back, directly over the tattoo, while his right hand went on tweaking her clit, & his hips began to pump, driving his cock in & out in long, hard strokes. Her voice rose as she squealed, perversely like the pigs she'd been reading about, her body twitching visibly as she climaxed strongly. She didn't care that her cries were obvious outside the room, drawing curious, & then envious stares from the nearest male students. Tom grunted in another minute or 2, & Sharon felt him cumming inside of her. She tried to remember... was she supposed to let that happen? Frightened of taking too many of the pills, she resolved to visit the Student Health Center for some more reliable birth control. At the moment, she was more intent on trying to finish the orgasm that'd been building. Tom slid back a bit, & she shook her head forcefully, "Don't stop!" she husked, pushing back at him, "I'm not done... I'm so close, Tommy... Please just fuck me!" His chuckle rumbled, a strange, delightful sensation deep within her, as he resumed thrusting at her. "Whatever you say, little sister." It wasn't a minute before Sharon spasmed again, moaning & winning in release. Finished, she lay spent on the table, heedless of the voyeurs in the study hall & the ever present camera catching everything from the table on the opposite wall, a table her unfocused eyes stared past as Tom slipped out of her & reached around her for the book. "Damn, Sharon," he said, spanking her barely covered ass, "I'll have you read with me every day if you're available." Gradually becoming aware of what she'd just done... that people had to have seen through the door, Sharon tried to look calm as she fell back into the seat Tom had vacated. He was almost through packing his bag, & she suddenly knew she had to leave with him; the other male students might not try anything, knowing she was a BZ Sister, but she was confident she'd be treated to sneers & quiet comments as she past them. She grabbed her sweat bottoms, anxious to hide any leaking fluids that might slip below her shorts. Tom didn't give her time to put the hoodie back on, & she hurried out in his wake, looking for all the world like a loyal puppy. Sharon tried to ignore the many stares & the whispered comments that were still made in their wake. She was anxious to get home to clean up, & was once again wondering how she kept getting herself into such situations. Tom didn't even seem to notice her & after considering for a few moments, she was about to break off to head to her place when Tom's cell phone rang. He slipped it out of his pocket & put it to his ear. "Yeah?... Hey Shaun... Naw, not much, just studying... Oh yeah? Well, you're in luck, man. She just happens to be right here!" Sharon blinked, surprised that Shaun would be looking for her. Why hadn't he just called her cell phone... Or maybe he had, but she'd been too busy getting... she blushed & took the phone. "Hello?" Shaun's voice sent a tremor through her. She realized it'd been days since he'd seen her... he hadn't seen her new Sister jewelry, yet... "Hey, Sister," he started in, "Dave says you look great." Sharon blushed, pleased at the compliment. She offered Tom a smile. "I'd be happy to show you..." "Oh, I like the sound of that," Shaun paused, "But I was hoping you could do me a favor..." Sharon nodded for a moment before she realized he couldn't see her response. "Of course," she answered. No hesitation, no qualification. "Don't you have Prof Eller for a class?" Sharon was puzzled at the question, but didn't worry about it. "Uh-huh... she's sort of my mentor, here." "Really? That's great!" Shaun sounded relieved. "So you two have a good relationship." "Uh-huh," Sharon frowned, "But she was just talking to me today... warning me about... about the things I'm doing." Fresh shame colored her face at the memory. "Huh? What do you mean?" Shaun prompted the hapless white wife. "Well... I think she suspects what we're... I mean, I think she knows that being a BZ Sister means... well, you know..." "Not really, I guess... What do you mean?" "Well, she said she was worried that I was losing myself... that I was forgetting who I was & not understanding what I'm getting into..." she flashed on what had just happened in the study hall. The remembered pleasure still outweighed fear or guilt. "I told her I understand what I'm doing," she paused... wondering if she really did... How had she gotten into this situation? Did she really want it. The way her body responded to Shaun's voice as he responded reassured her libido, at least. "Oh," he sounded disappointed, "I guess maybe I shouldn't ask, then..." "Ask what?" Sharon's brow furrowed, "I don't see how asking me can hurt anything, right?" "I guess you're right... See, we have a couple guys who're really struggling... I don't know if you knew it, but she isn't just an English teacher... she's also in charge of Women's Studies." Sharon hadn't realized that. she almost giggled, the image of the tightly controlled, severe professor matched perfectly her idea of 'feminists.' "Uh-huh..." "Well, we have to take some of those classes... some NCAA agreement to assure we understand women's points of view on various topics." "Uh-huh..." "Turns out she's a hard ass when it comes to grades," he paused, "If a couple of the guys fail, they won't be able to play & may lose their scholarships. Most of the WS profs are cool with things, but if the guys miss Prof. Eller's class even for games she tries to hurt them... holding pop quizzes they can't make up, giving information crucial for exams... that sort of thing. "OK..." "Well, when we heard you had her in class... well, I 'd hoped she & you had a good relationship." "I'd thought so, but today she was pretty judgmental... she kind of pissed me off." Shaun laughed. "I understand that. Well, maybe that's a good thing..." "I don't understand." "Well, the guys, hell the coaches & even the dean have talked to her... she won't back off. It's really causing problems for all of our sports, & especially for our fraternity... she does it to all the athletes, but especially BZ... I've wondered if she has something against blacks," he paused just a moment, "But if you two don't have a good relationship I guess you can't talk to her about it..." "Well, she did give me her card," Sharon answered, "She told me to call her if I ever had a problem." "Hmmm," Shaun paused, letting Sharon think he was considering. "Well, how about this... Would you be willing to help us out?" "Sure." He smiled at the total trust she was giving him. It was amazing how many women did that. "Cool. Let me think about it... You'll be home this afternoon & tonight?" "I will be," Sharon could hardly hold still at the thought Shaun would visit her. "Great," he said, "I was thinking about trying to arrange something tomorrow, but maybe we'll wait... You're up for the big party tomorrow night, right?" Sharon smiled at Tom again. "Yeah... It'll be good to have the weekend to relax." "Well, if I can arrange it, Saturday or Sunday may be pretty busy, getting Prof. Eller on board." "That's OK, whatever I can do to help," Sharon answered quickly. "Well, be good, then, little Sister, & I'll see you soon." She realized Shaun had rung off, & handed Tom his phone. He was eyeing her with more appreciation than she was familiar with. "What?" she asked. Tom, rubbed at his head. "Were you two talking about Professor Eller?" She nodded. He shook his head, "I swear, man, she hates me... I been to every class I could. I take my own notes... I answer her questions, but I'm still failing. I don't want to go home..." the big football player seemed suddenly on the verge of tears, "If you & Shaun can fix that, I'll be your BZ Brother for anything you ever need, Little Sister!" Sharon smiled, reaching out to pat his enormous hand. "Don't worry," she assured him, "I'll do whatever I can to fix it." He gave an obvious sigh of relief, obviously confident in her. After an awkward moment he tousled her hair, thanked her again for being his 'study buddy' & then headed for the athletic complex. Sharon reluctantly headed back into the campus for her 3rd & final class of the day. She usually enjoyed history, but would've been happier cleaning up & maybe taking a nap at her apartment. she paused in the history building, using the women's rest room to put the hoodie on, glad for the fewer stares & comments that followed her when she took a seat in class. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 08 After 50 interminable minutes reviewing the Civil War, Sharon escaped the class with the rest of the students. She hadn't eaten, but didn't stop at the Union to eat. She worried she had a tell tale spot in the crotch of her sweats, & wanted to get home to clean up, especially if Shaun was coming over. She figured she could go shopping-- get some food-- before his visit, & started wondering what she could fix to impress him... Sharon hurried about in her place, slipping out of her sweats, which mercifully were not marked by the spend leaking from her recently used seam. Her shorts had contained most of it, leaving a slowly drying collection in her crotch. She showered then donned fresh BZ halter top & T, shorts, & the just purchased hoodie & sweat bottoms before hurrying out to the Range Rover. She hustled a cart through the aisles of the local Safeway, opting for 2 already stuffed pork chops. The rice & vegetables would cook up nicely. She absently chose some cereal, more pop tarts, milk, eggs, cheese, & a variety of 'lean cuisine' frozen meals. She grabbed a big jug of orange juice, & considering the Brothers, several 6 packs of beer. Blushing, she also grabbed a new 'bulk' box of Magnum condoms, then selected a young woman checker. The woman eyed her as she passed the black box over the scanner. Sharon blushed, but was glad no comment was made. She'd also grabbed more hoodie & sweat combinations approaching the cash wrap... it seemed every store in the city offered them, & she was relieved to have found something the BZ Brothers apparently accepted; putting herself on display went against her nature... or at least, it had before. It was almost 5 PM by the time she was driving back. The sudden hip hop riff surprised her; it was a moment before she remembered it was her phone. She glanced at the caller ID, & saw 'BZ Fraternity' glowing on the screen. She answered. "Shaun?" "Where you at?" Sharon recognized Dave's voice. "Uh... I'm on my way home from the grocery store." "Damn, Bitch, if you need something, don't you know you can call us?" Sharon was relieved he wasn't mad. She didn't understand why he would be mad, but didn't consider her reaction any longer. "You got to get home, don't you know you're expecting a visitor!" She accelerated anxious to be there when Shaun arrived, never thinking about how she was behaving; or why. "I'm hurrying," she assured Dave, "I'll be there in just a few minutes." "Good," he answered, "Next time you go out, you might check in..." he went on as if worried she might be offended, "You never know, somebody might need something, or maybe someone's already out & can pick it up for you." "Okay," she agreed; she hadn't thought about it like that. This BZ Sister business had benefits she was still discovering. "Be good, little girl," Dave said through the cell phone, "I'll see you at the party tomorrow night!" Sharon nodded, trying to decide just what, it was that she was feeling about that. Dave had explained the party was her 'welcome' to the BZ Sisters. She was sure it would involve lots of booze, & lots of sex. Feeling the increasingly familiar... & pleasurable response of her body at the thought of it, Sharon realized she was really excited at the prospect of the coming weekend. She was glad she had not made the drive home, even though that thought led to a momentary worry about how her husband & kids were doing. She could always call home... She sighed in relief when the street in front of her duplex was empty. Grabbing the bags, she hurried inside. She stripped out of the sweats & the BZ T while putting things away. Unsure when Shaun would arrive, she opted not to start on the pork chops... she could already think of a way they could waste the time while it cooked... The doorbell rang. She rushed to the door, throwing it open without bothering with the peep hole. Her smile froze. Where she'd expected Shaun, a meek white man... a boy, really, stood, almost trembling, the BZ chip clutched in his hand. Sharon stared at him... she was sure she'd never seen him, before. She glanced back, wishing she had used the bong when she got home... now it would mean sharing, & she was sure Shaun & Dave wouldn't like that... or going through with this without any assistance. Still standing on the stoop, the young man cleared his throat, looking around nervously. "Uh... they said this was the address," he was obviously painfully shy, "I mean, I mean, this is where they said to come... uhm, they said you'd understand... you'd, uhm, you'd know what to do..." Sharon managed a nod. She prayed she didn't seem as scared stiff as her visitor. "Sure, hon'," she stepped back, holding the door, "C'mon in... I'm sorry, I just wasn't... I wasn't expecting you yet." The young man blinked. "I, uh... I came when they said." "Oh, I'm sure you did," Sharon closed the door & gently retrieved the chip, "I didn't mean that... sometimes I don't get my messages on time." He nodded as if he understood. Sharon was torn... what if Shaun came while they were... while they were doing it? But she knew... this was what was expected of her... she was a BZ Sister. She hoped he'd want a beer... she knew she could use one. "Can I get you a drink, hon'?" the young man shook his head jerkily. She realized with growing surprise the young man seemed overwhelmed... he hadn't managed to tear his eyes off of her chest from the moment she'd opened the door. Sharon made a snap decision. Without thinking about it, she shimmied her shoulders, knowing how it made her breasts move beneath the thin material. She had to hide a smile, wondering if the poor geek might cum before she touched him. "OK, then, I guess all you need to say is what you want... & where you want to do it." The young man seemed frozen, as if he hadn't expected it would really happen. Sharon wondered how such timid people could manage, & hoped fervently her kids weren't of the type. "Uhm, wherever you want," he managed. She smiled, stepping close, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to take her top off. "OK, baby," she purred, "I guess the bedroom would be most comfortable, don't you?" He managed a nod, but didn't move through the obvious, open bedroom door until Sharon took his hand, leading the way. "I assume they explained about how this works?" she looked back & saw him nod. Well, then, shall we get right to it?" she continued, sitting him on the bed, "No sense ruining this with just a blow job, right?" The young man managed a feeble smile. "I, uh... I should be OK," he paused, as if wondering whether to go on. He nodded to himself, "I, uh... I followed the pimp rulebook," he looked at her as if she would understand. From her puzzled expression he realized she wasn't following. "I mean I... well, I took care of myself earlier... you know... so we can both enjoy this longer." Sharon managed a smile... the poor boy wanted to pleasure her? At least his heart was in the right place. She went to the nightstand & selected a condom. "So, how did you come to be here, young man," she said with mock severity. The student managed a genuine smile. "Oh, I, uh... I tutor some of the football team," he paused, "I got one of the backs an A on his latest paper. This was sort of a tip, I guess." She nodded. "Am I the 1st gift you've gotten?" He blushed, but nodded. "I'd, uh, I'd heard about the... benefits... of working with the athletes," he blushed, "I sort of thought... well, I'm sure you're not surprised that I don't get much... uhm, action." Sharon just smiled at him, "But I'm not a virgin if you mean..." She patted his knee. "Oh, honey, that's all right... I was just hoping maybe I'd get to be the one who... you know, taught you something." The young man swallowed. "Oh... I mean, that's OK... I'm sure I'll uh... I'll learn something." Sharon put the condom package in her mouth & without hesitation stripped her halter top off, baring her chest for the hapless student. "So how did I get to be the lucky girl?" she asked absently, reaching forward & unbuttoning the young man's shirt. "Oh, I saw... I mean, I got the chip, & then he had a book." "A Book?" Sharon tried not to sound surprised or anxious. Gaze transfixed on her bare breasts... specifically her pierced nipple, her young suitor didn't notice. "Yeah... uh, there were pictures. I uh... I thought you looked really sexy," he licked his lips, "But, uh, that wasn't there in the picture." Sharon managed a nod... nude pictures of her... in a book. Seeing the hunger in the young man's eyes, a hunger she could understand as she went on hoping Shaun would arrive. She reasoned the Brothers wouldn't just post pictures of her where anyone could see them. "I just got that, sugar," she began to sway her body in front of the young man, the condom package in her right hand, "It's still tender, so go easy." He smiled. "Uh... can I touch them?" Sharon smiled back. "I'd be disappointed it you didn't... But let's get you out of those pants." For the first time her guest moved quickly. She laughed he was out of his jeans so quickly. Aware he might misunderstand, she cupped her breasts, then began to push her shorts down, soon to be bare before this stranger, "Mmm, I like that anticipation!" She moved forward, feigning rapt interest in his crotch. "I hope you've got something there for me to put this on," she giggled & waved the condom as her hands moved to his boxer clad groin. He lifted his hips, eagerly pushing the boxers down, then watched in obvious amazement as she dipped her head, slurping at his average erection several times, the last a lingering backstroke with tongue before she looked up from between his knees where she'd knelt. "Should I put this on so we can get down to business?" At his jerky nod, she smiled, tearing the package & rolling the latex onto his erection before rising & moving over his thighs, looking down at him, "Shall we do it this way, or do you want to be on top?" "Go ahead," he managed, obviously already struggling for control. Sharon reached down, spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand & gently catching his erection with the other. She slapped the tip against her clit a few times, feigning a moan of pleasure before tucking it down & settling onto him. She was glad for her earlier anticipation of Shaun's visit... she was wet enough to take the young man without any difficulty. "Yessss!" she let her head fall back, putting on a show for the young man, jumping in reality when his right hand toyed with her nipple ring. "Mmm, careful," she warned, & began to rock back & forth, keeping him fully within her. Her guest managed a short nod. His mouth was partly open. Giggling, Sharon began to rise & fall... not far, she didn't want him to slip out of her. She went on rocking & humping for a couple minutes & was surprised enough at the young man's stamina. She paused, shimmying as she looked into his eyes. "This feels so good, sugar," she murmured, arching her back for show, "But how can we make it better for you?" The young man, struggled for words... "I, uh... I, uh... This is so great," he managed a feeble smile. Sharon thrust her tongue out, flicking his nose & smiling back. "I'm all yours, right now," she said, "So how can I pleas you... This is already been good for me." "Really?" the young man seemed impossibly relieved at the suggestion he'd gotten Sharon off. "Oh... I uh... I mean, I guess I've always wanted to try... uh, doggy style." "Mmm, my favorite," Sharon smiled more broadly. She gave a quiet moan as she lifted off of his jutting erection. The condom was still in place. She moved onto her hands & knees on the bed, wiggling her naked ass at him & looking back over her shoulder. Her guest moved quickly, fumbling to be sure, but soon enough his erection was pressing at her pussy from behind. "Yeah," she sighed, pushing herself back onto him, "God that's good... Fuck me, baby.. fuck me hard!" The young man caught hold of her waist & thrust at her hard & fast... for almost a minute. Then he groaned, shivering, & she knew he'd cum. Just to be sure he was satisfied, she made her voice husky & groaned, "God baby... I'm so close again... Don't stop, yet... Fuck me a little more... Just a little more..." She smiled as the young man tried to do just that, & put on a showy moan & shiver 5 or 6 strokes later, gasping, "Ahh, ahhhh, oh God that's it... That's it. Oh thank you baby.... Mmm," & then she slid forward, off of his cock, to lie panting on her stomach on the bed. After a long 10 count she opened her eyes to find her guest staring at her, hand on his spent cock, holding the condom as if uncertain what to do. She rolled to her side, aware that his eyes immediately fixed on her breasts. "I hope that was as good for you was it was for me?" He nodded eagerly. She leaned forward, "Here, let me take care of that," & she slid the spent condom off of his shriveled cock. She pointed toward the bathroom, "You can clean up in there if you don't want to leave a spot in your boxers. The young man thought about that, then reached down & began to dress. The smile lighting his face was precious. "Well, then, I'd better jump in the shower," she pouted, "But I'll walk you to the door.... The young man just nodded, nearly bumping into the doorway as he tried to move while staring at her breasts. She giggled, pressing herself against him, helping him through the door & across the front rooms to the front door. The moment he was gone, Sharon was torn between smoking a little & showering. Shaun wasn't there, yet, so she'd have time to clean up, but she worried about how she'd manage if she had another visitor. & as she opted to take a few hits on the bong, she shivered at what she'd just done... had sex with yet another total stranger; she hadn't even learned his name! But the potent weed took the edge off of her worries & shame. She giggled at the memory of the young man... almost certainly a virgin. It was too bad she hadn't cum. Absently fingering the ring in her left nipple, Sharon put the bong on the mantle & wandered-- still naked-- into the shower. She was drying her hair in just her towel when the doorbell rang. Approaching, she wondered why Shaun would ring... She was sure she'd given him a key. & at that she realized it wouldn't be Shaun. Hiding her disappointment, she dropped her robe & opened the door, giggling again at the way the young man on her porch gaped... Two hours later, Sharon had finished her 3rd 'guest.' Still drying off after her 4th shower of the day, she didn't bother dressing, assuming as late as it was that she'd have no more visitors. She lit the bong, inhaling & holding the bitter smoke, then repeating the process twice more, delighting in how loose it left her feeling. She wandered into the kitchen, looking at the new groceries.... It was too late & she was too tired to actually make dinner. She settled on another Pop-Tart, leaving the 2nd pastry in the wrapper on the counter for the morning. She was disappointed that Shaun hadn't visited. She glanced at her purse, then took out her phone, ambling into the bedroom & flopping on the sweaty sheets, staring at the small screen. No missed calls. No messages. She sighed... She'd see Shaun at the party, she was sure. She smiled, glad that she'd helped out her Brothers that day. She remembered the way she'd felt as Tom was thrusting into, her & drifted off, a hand firmly between her legs... * Coming Attractions... Chapter 9: the Big Bash Chapter 10: Saving Sharon Chapter 11: Home Field Advantage Chapter 12: Stripped Glory Chapter 13... Chapter 14... Chapter 15... Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 09 Sharon Goes Back to School original story: Scipio story continuation by RogueAlan Foreword: To those who have enjoyed Sharon's story, I'm glad. To those who don't, for whatever reason, that's fine... I hope you find something here you do like. That said, the barbed complaints a few have left... not constructive criticism, mind you, is a waste of time. Specifically, to the anonymous reader I'll call 'Puke,' don't worry about my karma... if you truly think reading or writing this story is a step toward child molestation, I'd suggest you stay far away from the entire LitErotica site. It's FICTION... It's not meant to be realistic. So if you don't like it, go away. But don't bother being nasty... henceforth negative comments will be thoroughly ignored. To the rest of you... Enjoy! RA * Chapter 9: the Big Bash When the alarm rang, Sharon groaned, slapping at it blindly until she found the snooze button. In the silence that followed, she rolled onto her back, tugging a pillow over her head. Sleep would not return, though, & she momentarily looked to the nightstand. 10AM, but it felt like 6. She groaned again for effect, then staggered to the bathroom, ignoring her reflection as she collapsed onto the toilet to relieve her bladder. She mentally reviewed the day's schedule... Class at 11 & 2, lab at 3:30, & then the party at the BZ house. Thinking of the party reminded Sharon she had been miffed at Shaun the night before; she thought he was going to visit or at least call. Instead, she'd done her duty as a BZ Sister. It never occurred to the addled white housewife that she was turning tricks, or that the 'help' she was providing the fraternity could destroy her marriage & family. Before she dressed, she checked her cell phone-- again. No missed calls. Pouting to herself, she threw together a quick breakfast: granola bar and a Minute Maid orange juice/ Asti mimosa. She chose the now, routine BZ halter & shorty T over BZ running shorts, then threw one of the new pair of sweats on over, glad that it was getting cool out, so she could wear the extra layer. As had become her habit, she walked the short distance onto the campus, enjoying people watching & being part of the hustle of college lift. Her classes went well; no one pointed or whispered. Nobody demanded a very public display of affection. None of her instructors lectured her about appearance or behavior. She welcomed the lab assistant's help in the afternoon lab, aware that he was helping all of the female students more, and flattered by the attention. Between classes, instead of eating she walked to the rec center & did cardio for nearly an hour; it had been hard to keep up with her exercises, & Sharon worried that she had to do more than the other freshmen to keep up. As the day passed, she found herself looking around more & more without seeing any of the BZ Brothers. She was puzzled, but resolved not to call the house. By the end of her lab, though,she was more than a little anxious; she did not know when to arrive or how to dress or what would be expected of her. When her phone broke into the loud hip hop music as she made her way across the campus, she checked the screen before answering, & was relieved to see it was Kelly. She put the phone to her ear. "Hey, Sister!" she gushed, "I'm so glad you called. Do you know what to expect tonight?" The younger woman giggled. "Nope. I was hoping you would. None of the others will tell me anything." "Others?" Kelly sounded surprised. "Yeah," she paused, "You know, silly-- our BZ Sisters." Sharon nodded, but admitted. "I, uh... I haven't met anyone else, yet." Suddenly she wondered if she had done something wrong. Kellly seemed to pick up on that. "Well, of course you haven't, silly... I've only met 2 of the new BZ Sisters because we're in the same dorm. I think we get to meet the more senior sisters, tonight." Sharon smiled in relief. "Oh, good. For a moment I thought... Nevermind." She looked around, suddenly anxious for evening to arrive, "What are you going to wear?" Kelly giggled. "Whatever it is I don't think I'll be in it for very long. I was thinking I'd, wear a BZ swimsuit." "But it's kind of cold." That elicited another giggle. "Well, that kind of makes the suit look better, if you know what I mean." Sharon absently reached up, touching the hoodie over her nipple ring. "Should we pick you up?" Kelly was generously offering to include Sharon with the other new girls. Sharon had lots of questions, but decided to wait to ask until she saw her friend. "Sure. When should I be ready?" Kelly wasn't sure, but thinking about it gave her another idea. "Hey, have you got any..." she suddenly seemed more self-conscious about talking on the phone, ''Could you host a little pre-party party?" "Sure," Sharon almost giggled at knowing what Kelly meant, and at being able to play hostess, "Come by whenever you're ready." "Great. We'll see you in a little bit." Putting her phone away, Sharon hurried to get home & get ready for her friends. The apartment was small and sparsely furnished. Sharon hadn't stopped to consider she'd barely spent time inside except to sleep and study. She had no idea what was on the various DVD's scattered over the mantle beside the bong & around the player. She reasoned they weren't obvious, & smiled, pleased there was really nothing she needed to clean. She pulled the comforter up over the rumpled sheets on the bed, checked the floors, picking up the odd discarded clothes & an empty condom wrapper. She checked the fridge, making sure there was something to drink. She fretted that she really didn't have much food, but knew there wasn't time to get to the grocery store. . She's stripped down & was about to jump in the shower when the doorbell rang. Grabbing her robe, she dashed to the front room. She was still getting the tie closed when she opened the door. She squealed with Kelly & the younger woman leapt into Sharon's open arms. They hugged & laughed, Sharon heedless that her breasts were nearly exposed by the spinning movement. Kelly let go long enough to drag the other women into the embrace as everyone laughed for several seconds before the door was closed. Sharon smiled as Kelly introduced her to Melissa, a tall brunette with light gray eyes. Sharon was jealous of the younger woman's obviously toned physique, but Melissa was friendly & they were soon talking about how each had gotten to college. Kathy was move voluptuous, but still wasn't even plump... she was merely shorter with an hourglass figure. A spray of freckles dusted her alabaster skin, but the girl's bright red hair was her most striking feature. More quiet then the other girls, she still smiled & listened, occassionally offering some opinion or point as the others talked & laughed. Kelly made a beeline for the bong & the box of weed. Sharon was surprised Kelly knew & said so. The other girls laughed & Melissa asked Sharon where she'd gotten her 'stash.' Sharon frowned for a minute, then shrugged & admitted it had to have been Shaun or Dave. "There you go, silly," Kelly teased, "We all have one like it... as well as the bong, &," she eyed the discs lying around, "& some mementos of our exploits." She shook her head as the others looked at the scattered discs. Melissa began picking them up, searching momentarily until she'd found a binder Sharon had never seen . The brunette sat down & began to slip the DVD's into empty sleeves. "Wow," Kathy said as Kelly loaded the bong, "I thought I had been a bit of a slut... You're amazing, Sharon!" Again Sharon was puzzled. Kelly rolled her eyes & pointed at the case Melissa had nearly finished arranging. "Haven't you watched any of those?" Sharon shook her head. "No, I've, uh... I've been busy." Kelly laughed. "No doubt... Those are... well, if they're the same as we have, those are scenes of you doing the deed with the BZ Brothers." Sharon's face went white. "You're not serious? I've just been leaving them lie around?" She shivered, wondering what would've happened if one of her guests had wanted to watch one. The thought of her family visiting never entered her mind. Kelly waved away her concern. "I thought Dave's camera was just... I don't know what I thought," she sighed, "They said they weren't keeping them..." Melissa shook her head. "Oh, they keep them all right... What better way to remember past conquests! That's why we get copies, so we can enjoy watching them... If I'm not out with someone I watch at least one a night," she winked lasciviously at Sharon, "Sort of helps me to scratch that itch, you know?" Kathy giggled at that. Kelly asked if Sharon had anything to drink & Sharon explained she had milk, OJ, & Asti. The girls cheered, Kelly & Kathy opting for straight champagne, while Melissa chose to mix a mimosa, adding a splash of OJ. Kelly had gotten the bong going, & Sharon sat down beside the pert red head with her own bottle. Soon enough the girls were giggling absently. All but Kathy were on their 2nd or 3rd drinks... the redhead was the 'designated driver.' Instead, she took to hits on the bong each time it reached her. Sharon laughed with the others as they told stories about how Shaun or Dave or other BZ Brothers had enjoyed them. Kelly had been screwed in the tunnel to the football field during practice. Melissa had blown 3 Brothers while they were speaking to the rest of theirk class in front of a podium in which she'd hidden. She'd also 'helped' the BZ Bowling team out by distracting their competition, bowling in high heels, Daisy Duke shorts, & a cut-off T shirt. Afterwards, she laughed that she'd 'really gotten a strike.' Kathy blushed as she told them she'd been the subject of 'art night' at the Frat, with several members doing sketches of her in various poses-- naked-- after which they'd done additional work as she & the various budding artists assumed 'more erotic' positions. Sharon asked how they'd drawn pictures when they were moving & Kathy giggled that they held still while Polaroids were, taken... then they'd screw like rabbits as the others went to work. She'd done a pose with each of the Brothers who was at the class, as well as the Professor who had allowed it. Melissa & Kelly had both done a professor & a couple TA's. Kelly laughed that she'd never imagined college would be so much fun or as easy as it'd been. Kathy asked Sharon about her most exciting sex, & instead of admitting having Dave inside of her in her own home or waking with Shaun beside her in bed, she told them about being with Tom in the study hall the day before, knowing people could look in the door & see what was happening. Thoroughly lit, the girls got around to comparing tattoos & piercings... agreeing that surprisingly the piercings hadn't hurt. The others giggled when Sharon worried aloud how her husband would react. Kathy nearly fell over at that before sputtering that she'd bet Sharon's husband would think it was hot, that his wive was acting like a young college co-ed. Sharon smiled, sure that the redhead was right. Like Kelly had said she'd decided, the others were in 2 piece bikinis for the party. It'd made showing their various body decorations in a drunken, X-rated show & tell, easy so that by that time everyone was 1/2 naked. Melissa suggested they watch a video to 'get ready for the party;' the way she'd been watching Sharon had left the housewife flustered but aroused, & she'd found herself remembering the exchange with the make-up girl the day she'd helped Shaun with his photo shoot. Checking the clock on the wall, though, Kathy announced that they should get going. Sharon threw on the heels that were inside the door & trooped out to the Jeep Wrangler Kathy drove. The frat wasn't far, but they were 1/2 way there before Sharon realized, watching the others adjust their suits, she was in just her robe. Melissa was in the back beside her & when Sharon groaned that she was almost naked, the pretty brunette put a manicured hand on Sharon's thigh, assuring her they'd all be naked in short order. The married student giggled & leaned close, asking her new friend if she thought the Brothers would ask for a girl on girl show during the party. Melissa obviously liked that thought, leaning forward & giving Sharon a brief but passionate kiss in answer. Someone driving past honked & the women fell to giggling like naughty children. The festivities were already underway when they arrived. Various brothers cheered the women's arrival. Each had a drink in hand by the time they were inside, & they laughed away the groping hands, anxious to see what lay in store. One of the senior brothers explained the women were to mingle, serving drinks & snacks, explaining they were helping at a frat event where school administration would be visiting, supposedly on a surprise basis. Once the watchdogs were satisfied & had left, the real party would begin. Sharon dutifully carried a bucket of iced sodas & sports drinks around, blushing as expected at the many compliments & making ineffectual efforts to keep the brothers from peeking under her robe. She shrugged when approached by an older man who asked why she was there, explaining she was a BZ Sister & so had volunteered to help... she was expected to do so. The man eyed her, gaze roaming over her body. After glancing at the other server nearest them, he pointed out she wasn't dressed as the other girls. Sharon shrugged again & explained she hadn't earned her BZ Sister suit, yet, so had to work in her robe. That led to the inevitable 'what year are you question,' which led to a 'how did you get interested in the BZ Fraternity. Sharon was becoming flustered, but was saved when a confident young black woman sauntered up & to them, "Sister pledge Sharon?" she said sternly, "You know better than to monopolize the guests' time. BZ Sisters are to be seen, not spoken to." Sharon was shocked, but managed to look appropriately contrite. She noticed the administrator wasn't explaining that he had instigated their conversation. Maybe he'd forgotten, since the woman, she wore a gold name tag on the string above her right breast that read 'Joyce' was barely contained by her bikini. Her nipples.... & their piercings, were readily apparent. The school official seemed unable to take his eyes off of them, until he abruptly realized he'd been staring & began stammering her name repeatedly, as if he had been looking at the nametag. "Sharon, I'm sure the guys in the game room could use a drink..." Joyce went on, & then she turned, weaving her arm into the official's & deftly leading him in the opposite direction, asking loudly if the man had brought his swimsuit since the hot tub was officially open. Sharon was tempted to slip up to Shaun's room in hopes he had some marijuana, but knew better than to do anything that might get the fraternity in trouble. She was relieved when another woman in a BZ bikini motioned for her to go into the kitchen. She found Kelly and Melissa working at filling water balloons. There were several other girls working as well, spreading them out on trays. Sharon didn't recognize anyone else. They were giggling & going on about a wet T-shirt contest. Sharon wondered why she felt disappointed when the girl who had called for her to come help explained that the BZ Sisters were going to be the entertainment for the frat & their guests. She knew she should be relieved she wouldn't be the target of administrators throwing the party favors at her robe. She found she was jealous thinking Kelly, Melissa, & Kathy would get to tease the BZ Brothers, until she realized they weren't 'Full Sisters' yet, & were just helping with preparations like she was. A few minutes later, Sharon & the other 'pledges' were moving through the crowd outside, passing out the balloons. She found a place to watch, still holding a tray with extra ammunition, & watched with the gathered party-goers as Joyce and a dozen other young women pranced out from the back of the house. They did several brief cheers for the school & the Frat, & then when they were finished, arranged in poses across the front yard, one of the Brothers on the 2nd floor shouted & everyone began to throw the prepared balloons. The Sisters in their black bikinis with the white BZ lettering squealed & ran & laughed as within seconds they were all soaking wet. It was a sexy parody of a wet T-shirt contest, without a single 'wardrobe malfunction.' When the last balloon had landed, the girls blew kisses to the crowd, then ran back, jumping into the hot tub. Sharon glanced at the clock as everyone moved back inside; she & the others had been mingling & serving drinks & snakcs for nearly 4 hours. She didn't know it, but there wouldn't be a change for several hours more... The Brothers seemed content lounging about playing video games, watching movies & recordings of past games. She & the other pledge Sisters had no real break, & she was flagging when she realized there were fewer people around. Moments later she answered the call for the 'sister pledges' to begin cleaning up. The party had been going more than 7 hours... It was after midnight, & she found herself pouting at the thought everything was finishing up. She managed to smile & thank the various guests she saw leaving, including the administrators who had been evaluating the frat. Sharon busied herself picking up empty glasses & straightening things, like the other girls, telling herself it was worth it to be part of the other parties... By 1AM it was just BZ Brothers a few remaining Sisters, & the pledge Sisters. Shaun had appeared, telling Sharon & Kelly to go into the rec room to take a break. All of the pledge sisters seemed to be there, watching some recent chick flick on the big plasma screen. Sharon asked around, but none of the girls knew any more than she did. She found herself looking at the others... She counted 12 girls, of all shapes & hair color. The only thing they shared was an obvious attractiveness. Sharon shivered, pleased to be included in their number. She touched her pierced nipple through the robe, acutely aware the women shared other things. She wondered again why Shaun & the others were including her with so many more beautiful young women. She wondered about Joyce & the other Sisters who'd all been wearing black bikinis... the only bikinis she'd seen were white or various day-glo colors. Just then, a tall blonde still wearing her black bikini finally sauntered into the room, closing the door behind her. "Welcome, pledges!" she said, "It won't be long now before the real party gets underway. You did well tonight... the frat will have no problem keeping it's charter." The girls talked & laughed in relief & anticipation. Kelly cheered & hugged Sharon. "To celebrate, the Brothers wanted to let everyone meet... This way you'll know you're not out on campus alone." Sharon nodded, relieved she wasn't the only one putting out for BZ Brothers between classes. From the looks she saw on other faces she wasn't the only one thinking that. The blonde waved to the covered bar & the girls squealed, finding a variety of mixed drinks iced & ready to enjoy. At the Sister's insistence, the girls began to enjoy themselves, having only watched others partying through the night. In no time Sharon & the others had lost count of the number of shots & drinks they'd swallowed, laughing & toasting one another & playing stupid games with the dialogue on the TV. "As you all know," their apparent chaperone began after the movie ended, "Being a BZ Sister means doing some... unique things," the blonde paused suggestively, "& of course it also means enjoying some wonderful perks!" She smiled at the embarrassed murmurs that followed. "Membership if strictly voluntary," she continued, the lie so practiced it came off of her tongue easily, "But few of us choose to quit before graduation... Some of us will find ways to keep serving BZ after graduation." Sharon almost cupped her crotch, she was so wet at the memories her Sister's speech was stirring. She blinked, amazed at how aroused she was, never considering what might have been in the drinks. After all, each of the pledges seemed as excited. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 09 "In just a minute, we'll call for you to come out to the main room, so the Brothers can throw the real party in your honor!" Then she was gone, relieved that a new group of young co-eds would be doing the grunt work. She hadn't really lied... she enjoyed sex as much as anyone else, but BZ were notorious partiers, & she was ready as graduation loomed to consider finding a serious boyfriend... marriage material. When the chanting began, the pledges giggled, then went out & up the stairs to the main room. All of the Brothers seemed to be on hand, as well as lots of men Sharon had never seen. There were easily 3 times as many men as she usually saw around the house. She paused, sensing the others were as surprised, but it didn't dampen anyone's enthusiasm. The women giggled & smiled as the men clapped & cheered. They'd pranced out along the steps, which served as an impromptu stage. Shaun saunted through the open hall behind them, draping an arm around Sharon & the Asian girl beside her. The crowd cheered again, flashes going across the room. Shaun waved his hands, letting them drop to the women's breasts. Sharon didn't stop to think about it; she leaned against him. "All right, all right!" he shouted, stepping through, "Ladies, you've helped us out big time... I promise we'll look out for you this year... & we wanted to celebrate with you tonight, starting with a little 'big bash' tradition. You're all wonderful & we love each of you," he paused & the guys hooted & shouted, several singling out various pledges for specific comments & lewd thanks. The women giggled & shifted, the sexual tension in the room growing each second. "We have a series of awards to give out. It's all in fun, but it is a little bit of a competition, so do your best," he waved at the stands positioned throughout the room, "If you need anything let us know... We get to serve you tonight." He pointed at a man lounging in the door by the kitchen, "I think you know our guest, George, the local InkSlinger artist," Sharon didn't know the man, who had obvious tattoos covering his muscular, light black arms, & high low piercings of his left ear. She saw other girls blushing or looking down at their bodies or waving shyly & guessed the man was the local version of Donnie, "He's here to help us out." Shaun stepped in front of the girls, & began pacing. "We have to decide the Best of awards," he went on, "You'll understand soon enough," he motioned toward the kitchen & 3 Brothers came out with trays of champagne flutes with bubbly. The women took them, then followed Shaun's toast, emptying the glasses. The Brothers returned, 6 of them, with more bottles of bubbly. "First of is the Best Tits... we'll call it Best Teacher for anyone who asks," he went on without giving the women a chance to ask what he meant. The minute he'd said that, the Brothers shook the champagne bottles & after popping the corks, the frothy alcohol began to spray over the line of women. Sharon & the others squealed & wriggled, as the wet T-shirt contest that'd been played at earlier in the night was realized. Sharon glanced around, giggling as someone showered her with champagne. She realized many of the others' breasts were plainly visible... dark nipples showing through the thin white bikini tops. She pulled at the sash of the robe, but even so she wasn't the 1st to expose herself. Melissa reached back, deftly releasing the ties of her top & letting it flutter to the ground. An athletic light skinned black girl did the same at the other end of the line, & Sharon heard herself giggle as she parted her robe, baring her chest for the assembled crowd. As breasts popped into view, the cheering crowd went crazy. Flashes strobed, & another wave of bubbly sprayed her bare skin. Sharon took in the others' bared breasts, most adorned with a nipple ring, Melissa & Kelly each sporting a pair of piercings, while the Asian woman & Kathy had no nipple piercings. The bottles of bubbly empty, the BZ Brothers moved away as Shaun stepped behind the women. He motioned for quiet, which was grudgingly provided, & then moved from one end to the other, holding his hand over the pledges' heads. The men cheered & whistled, the noise rising & falling. After 2 passes, Shaun gently motioned for Kelly, a brunette Sharon hadn't met, the graceful black woman, & Sharon to step forward. Sharon giggled with the others, glad she'd made the cut. She bounced slightly, working to make her breasts move as Shaun repeated his path behind her & the other women. After 2 circuits, Sharon was disappointed when Shaun stopped away from her & announced that they had a winner. She cheered, though, when Kelly was led another step forward. Sharon & the other girls stepped back into line as the men cheered & George stepped up, carrying a bag with him. Shaun motioned for Kelly to bend forward over the chair that had magically appeared. George pulled a little needle gun & 2 small cups of ink from the valise, quickly applying pre-wrapped sterile needles to the gun. Sharon's breath caught. She was horrified at the idea of another tattoo, even as she went on wishing she'd been the winner. The confusing thought made her giggle. George casually groped Kelly's bare breasts, as Shaun announced, turning to face the women, "Tonight's awards won't cost you anything... George will give each winner a memento. Maybe one of you will be able to match the House's reigning champion... Joyce? Come on out & show the women what they can shoot for..." The shapely woman who'd saved Sharon earlier in the evening sauntered out from the kitchen. Turning her back to the line of pledges, she swung her long hair over her shoulder, demonstrating a row of small flags extending from the BZ tattoo she had at the back of her neck. The letters were too small for Sharon to read, but she could tell the woman had at least a dozen of the tags... Some had white letters... no, it was silver. Others were in gold script. "Joyce started winning as a pledge like each of you, & has won at least 2 Best of awards in our year end gala." Joyce let her hair drop back to cover the tattoo, leaving Sharon wishing she'd opted for her neck rather than the small of her back. She wondered why upon seeing that she found herself wanting more of the award tattoos. As George went to work applying Kelly's 'trophy' the men from the kitchen brought the women another drink... Mind Eraser shots, Sharon saw, gulping hers down. When Kelly was back in line, flushed from the 'attention' George had paid her breasts as he finished inking her back, the girls beside her congratulated the younger woman, eying her new decoration with obvious envy, Shaun motioned toward the back of the room. Sir Mix-a-Lot's 'I Like Big Butts' began to pulse from the room's many speakers, & giggling the women began to shimmy, those quicker on the uptake the 1st to spin around, presenting their bottoms to the crowd. Sharon tried to shimmy her hips & make her bottom twitch like she'd seen on videos, but she didn't make the cut, even when she flipped her robe up, baring her sex as well as her bottom, & did the splits, leaning forward with her ass toward the crowd. She giggled, though, when Shaun spanked her bare ass as he moved past to direct who the crowd was cheering for. Looking at the finalists, she didn't wonder at how she could be wishing for a bigger bottom after she'd worked so hard for years to keep from getting a 'fat ass.' A blonde standing by Melissa was the winner, & pranced up, giggling as George stripped off her bikini bottoms & fondled her ass for several seconds before putting his tattoo gun together & applying the award ink. The row of waiting women did another shot, & there were new cheers when 4 of the Brothers returned with long bongs. "Now if anyone asks, just tell them that means 'Best Assistant,' & wink," Shaun told the beaming young co-ed when she pranced-- still bare assed-- back to the line of Sisters. He nodded at Melissa "& you can tell them you're the 'Best Tutor' Miss Mel." Sharon's friend nodded in agreement. He looked at the audience, "I'm sure you know what's next... It's time to begin with the skills portion of the contest." Sharon glanced at the others, but none knew what he meant, she could tell. A thumping, throbbing African rhythm began to play, & a line of remarkably similar young black men sauntered out of the hall by the kitchen. They were wearing short robes in the Frat colors, & Sharon felt a shiver of arousal wondering what they had planned. "We don't want to risk anyone not having a fair shot at this," Shaun smiled, "So since most of you have already gotten to enjoy our new Sisters, we're passing a ballot, But," he held up a finger, "You might not remember one compared to another, so with some help from our new pledges, we have to have a demonstration of," he flourished his hand & as a group, the young men, who'd paired up with the eager, aroused young women, dropped their robes, revealing a row of nearly matching-- and impressive-- erections. "Who's oral skills are the best." He looked at the women & smiled, "Got to it girls... special points for creativity as well as the ability to get it done." Without thinking about what was happening Sharon dropped to her knees along with the rest of the pledges. She didn't bother to look up at the young man who had stopped before her as she tilted her head & licked at his shaft teasingly. He groaned-- she heard it over the cheering crowd-- & spurred on by that reaction she bobbed her head onto his jutting cock. Slurping & sucking, she worried she'd be the last to finish, certain all of the other women had much more experience than she had. She was wracking her brain, trying to decide how to 'be more creative' when she looked toward the crowd when pausing for a breath. Seeing a cheering BZ Brother holding a wickedly carved bong in his hand, Sharon suddenly knew what to do. Looking up at her partner, she licked at his cockhead & murmured, 'Wait a sec' Hon',' & then pranced down the step to bend at the waist & take a long pull of the lit bong. She expertly lifted the choke & once her lungs had filled with the pungent smoke, she moved back up onto the stage. Opening her mouth, a curl of smoke escaped as she plunged her mouth onto the young student's erection once again. He groaned at her eager sucking. Sharon concentrated on holding the smoke for as long as she could, letting a little leak out each time she backed off of his cock. Looking up at him, she bobbed down after almost a minute without a breath, letting more of the smoke curl from her nostrils, before exhaling around his shaft fully as she backed off again. The crowd was going wild, but she assumed it was at what the other girls were doing. She maintained eye contact with the young man, who was obviously struggling for control, & a moment later, as she took him into her throat once again, he gasped & she shivered in delight as he began to pulse, firing his load into her stomach. Sharon was quick to back off, letting the last of his semen spurt onto her parted lips, painting her tongue. Still holding his gaze with her own, she licked her lips, then swallowed his spend with exaggerated relish. Smiling down at her, the BZ Pledge shook his head, then held up a hand. Around the room the Brothers whooped & hollered as Sharon carefully licked her partner's shaft clean before hopping back down the steps to help herself to another hit from the bong. The buzz she was getting erased any caution or concern she was feeling, & she just giggled when the bong's owner suggested she offer him an 'encore performance.' She smiled & assured him she'd be happy to do so when the contest was over. Moving back to the step, she was surprised to see only 2 of the others were already done. She wondered who had finished 1st, & tried not to let on she was worried about what they or the other girls had been doing for the 'extra credit.' The last guy was done less than 3 minutes later. The Asian Sister kept at him dutifully but without the exuberance the others had shown. Sharon & Melissa were giggling about how much fun they were having, & it took the married white mother a moment to register what had been said when Shaun announced that she was the winner. "If they ask, tell 'em it means 'Brother's Backup' he suggested as he directed the drug hazed white housewife to George. She was surprised to find his pants were open, but dutifully bent over to begin slurping at his cock as he applied her ink-- upside down from his perspective. It took only a minute or 2, & he reluctantly had Sharon stop when he was finished, letting her go back to the stage as the crowd whooped & cheered at a close up replay from a digital camcorder showing her 'smoking blow job' on the overhead projection screen. She grabbed one of the shots that the other girls had been doing while awaiting her return, & then Shaun was moving across the stage once again. "Damn if that isn't a best of all time contender!" he laughed, to a rousing cheer from the crowd, "Would you believe our little Pledge Sister hadn't toked before the start of school?" There were shouts of disbelief, "She's definitely working to claim the 'Most Devoted' flag." Sharon beamed at him when he looked at her, giggling at the way the room tilted & spun lazily. The tweaked the piercing in her nipple as the man who was thoroughly ruining her turned back to the crowd. "Makes ya wonder who'll step up for the next round, don't it?" There were more cheers & laughter. "Joyce, are the next assistants ready?" he shouted toward the kitchen. In answer, the lights flicked off & back on. Shaun motioned to the back of the room. The lights went down, leaving spots on the stairs, as 'the Vietnamese whore from Full Metal Jacket began to chant 'Me love you long time!' to a throbbing beat. As the rap song began, a new line of Frat brothers or Pledges, Sharon wasn't sure, ran out to stand facing the girls-- stark naked. Unlike the last line of 'volunteers' the new group were much more muscular. Sharon saw Tom in the line & found herself wishing he was before her. "The D line were quick to volunteer for the next stage," Shaun began, "Like I said, this isn't new, but how often do you get to sit back & critique a sexy BZ Sister's... skills?" There were shouts & cheers. Sharon worked her lower lip with her teeth... she could guess what was coming, & giggled, hoping she would be, too. Her eyes were glued to the stranger's erection jutting at her from barely 3 feet away. "No race here, Pledges," Shaun explained, "But we're offering style points, you can be sure." He waved his hand at the line of naked, aroused women, "Have at 'em, boys!" & without a second thought Sharon joined the others in an orgiastic display. Kathy, the redhead leapt onto her 'partner,' managing to impale herself in the move. Kelly climbed her guy, using her mouth, then her hand before slipping down onto him, head back, groaning in obvious pleasure. Melissa pulled her man down atop her, also starting for a moment with her mouth before urging him to take her, missionary style. His pounding cock was on full display to the cheering crowd as she lifted her legs up & out before bringing her heels down to spur him on. Sharon smiled, sure of something that would get her attention. Turning away from the eager young man who'd stepped close at Shaun's signal, she dropped to her hands & knees, wagging her ass invitingly. Her partner wasted no time, grabbing her hips & lancing into her fully. She gasped, & not just for show, as her body responded with fierce need. She pushed back, meeting every thrust from his 1st lunge. As she felt her body tremble in a small orgasm, she fell forward, leaving her ass lewdly raised to accept her partner's driving cock. From her position she blinked in surprise at the image she saw tilted on it's side. The Asian Pledge was still standing, with one leg raised straight up by her head. The position left her sex completely exposed, the glint of a piercing obvious on her right labia. She held the neck of the lineman using her with her near side arm & the brute was easily reaming in & out of her as if doing a modified lunge. Her head was back & she shivered visibly each time he drove his shaft home. About the time Sharon saw the unique & incredibly erotic position, the BZ Brother apparently tired of the extra effort the position demanded. He caught hold of her waist, lifting the petite Pledge easily. Offering something of a cross between a sigh & a moan, the flexible young woman responded by twisting as if she would continue to take him doggie style, but standing up. Instead of stopping, though, she somehow levered herself around, as if screwing her sex down onto her partner's cock, leaning back sexily until she was fully impaled, at nearly a right angle to his muscular torso, arms hanging back limply. At the last, her legs had scissor up, locking her into place on his manhood. Sharon knew she'd seen the winner, but keenly aware of the big cock pounding steadily into her own sex, it didn't really matter-- she was about to cum again. She arched her back & moaned in release a moment or two before the boy using her exploded, as well. She remained in position after he'd finished & pulled out, reaching up between her legs to catch the 1st drops of their mingled spend & bringing it to her mouth. The cheering wasn't directed at her, though, & her gaze remained fixed on the petite Asian's amazing demonstration of flexibility & sexual hunger. The poor boy coupling with her struggled valiantly to hold off, but exploded only a few strokes after the lineman who'd just used Sharon was done. She looked around to see most of the others were still going at it, & took some pleasure from the knowledge she'd been the fastest to get her man off, if not the most stylish. She giggled, collecting another heavy droplet of cum to bring to her mouth as she imagined even trying to do what the younger woman had done. Ignoring the spend beginning to coat her inner thighs, she moved over to congratulate her 'Sister,' who giggled & beamed in response. They leaned against each other, accepting big drinks from one Brother or another & obediently scooping cum from their just fucked cunts, licking 1st their own fingers clean, then each other's to the hoots of the viewing audience. The contest was done within another 5 minutes. Tom was the last to finish, grunting loudly as he held himself against a shapely blonde who'd taken him in several positions, finishing doggie style. Shaun moved from Pledge to Pledge, but as Sharon had expected, it was no contest, & to prolonged applause Keiko pranced over. She gasped when George slid his cock into her from behind as he did the tattoo but didn't argue, giggling at the teasing questions by other Brothers about whether she could hold that leg up while getting her ink. George was more reluctant than he'd been with Sharon to stop when he'd applied the award, but pulled out before finishing up in the petite young woman. The lights came up & the assembled crowd got up, guys stretching, hitting the bathrooms, refilling plates of snacks, & grabbing fresh beers. Guys surrounded the Sister pledges, congratulating them on their 'performances' & complimenting them on their 'skills' as well as their 'outfits.' The verbal praises were liberally supported by the use of the Fraternity Brothers' hands. Sharon heard the others giggling just like she was at the way as many as a dozen hands were roaming her body. There were so many admirers she couldn't see even the women immediately beside her, much less talk to them. Somehow, it didn't seem the least bit unusual to her; she stood naked on the steps as young men she barely knew groped her. Still naked, some of the male pledges moved along the steps once Shaun's loud whistle started the spectators back to the seats. Sharon saw that each had a tray with small Dixie cups. She dutifully took one, then at Shaun's motion selected a 2nd. When he toasted the Pledge Sister class, she & the other women emptied the cups, one after another, as quickly as possible. She winced at the unexpected and strong black liquorice taste of the 1st shot, but didn't delay in finishing the 2nd. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 09 "Ouzo!" Shaun shouted & the crowd cheered, "A great way to party... It's an 80 proof party starter all the way from..." "Greece!" the crowd cheered. Sharon noticed a couple of the girls giggle & begin to shimmy suggestively. She didn't understand exactly what it meant, but smiled & followed their lead. No one told them to do it, but as the row of naked, momentarily sated young men passed again, the women collected 2 more Dixie cups, each. She was already more than wobbly, & most of the last shot spilled down her chin, leaving her neck & breasts glistening with the liquor. Sharon glanced down her body, wondering if whoever she was with next would be able to taste it on her nipples. Shaun snapped his fingers & yet another row of eager young Frat Brothers appeared, naked, she was sure, beneath smoking jackets. "Ladies..." Shaun's tone suggested they were anything but, "Assume the position." Worried, Sharon looked to see what the others were doing, struggling to fight off a case of the spins that began the moment she'd turned her head. It didn't ease until she dropped to her hands & knees, which was what the others were doing, anyway. The crowd hooted at Sharon's obvious inebriation. Keiko & Kelly, both more petite women, were obviously really smashed, as well. When hands closed on Sharon's waist, she sighed, glad someone was trying to help her-- it'd taken her entire concentration not to simply collapse. The young Brother behind her, though, had already opened his robe before steadying her. Removing one hand, he removed a single dose package of lubricant from the right pocket of the robe, an action mirrored by the others preparing to mount the Pledge Sisters. He deftly tore the foil with his teeth, & smeared ½ over his swollen cock before emptying the packet onto Sharon's naked ass. Sharon gasped drunkenly. She hadn't even considered someone might want anal. She tried to raise up, anxious to know just how big the BZ Brother about to use her was, but the attempt started the spins in earnest. She sagged to the other side, against the young man's bracing hand, & couldn't must enough concentration to do anything but hand on as another cock was thrust against her... Into her. She heard a grunting moan, timed to his thrusting, & after a long moment of puzzlement, she realized it was her voice she was hearing. Sharon laughed drunkenly at that, making no effort to resist as the stranger behind her buried himself in her ass & steadily fucked in & out. Smiling broadly, he held the addled white housewife by the waist, pumping at her steadily. He snorted at Sharon's slurred laughter, then picked up the pace when she collapsed onto her shoulders & left cheek, eyes staring out blankly at the cheering crowd. To either side the other women were being similarly impaled. Though aware of her own pleasure, which increased when the boy using her thrust his thumb into her empty pussy & pinched her clit between his thumb & curled index finger, Sharon could do nothing to urge him on. Her cries as the combined motion & pressure, coupled with the near absence of inhibition thanks to the drugs & booze, pushed her toward orgasm, eventually got the Brother off, but not before the light skinned Pledge Sister's eager movement & exhortations had wrung a loud eruption from the Brother riding her. In fact, Keiko & Kelly had also finished before Sharon dimly felt the heat of the man deep inside of her ass, a moment before he pulled out, letting her collapse, barely conscious, to the floor. She moaned quietly, out of surprise rather than discomfort, when an 'egg' style vibrator was thrust into her empty cunt. It began to buzz, keeping her sex aroused, even as she wondered if the awards were through. She lay sprawled onto her head & shoulders, ass in the air, as Brothers helped guide the winner over to get her ink. "Give a cheer for Carlyn with a 'Y' for that winning performance," Shaun told the crowd, eyeing the variety of sex available to he & his Brothers. He smiled broadly... he couldn't remember a pledge class that had proven as... controllable. & controlling the hapless sluts was the key to a successful year. There was laughter as Carlyn squealed in pain while receiving her 'winner's flag.' Having just taken an ass fucking without a single noise, the contrast to the tiny tattoo needle amused the Brothers. "As you may've guessed," Shaun told the pretty young black woman, "You're the Best Greek winner... tell 'em it means 'Best Girl' if anyone asks." He waited then for the job to be done. George didn't wait, leaving his load deep in Carlyn's ass as he finished with her award. "I think we need to give our contestants a break," he paused, waving his hands at the protests that the crowd voiced, "Now, it's not just our Pledges... We're running out of ready cock..." Zippers dropped around the room as the guys laughed, responding just as Shaun had expected, to an old in House joke. "I tell you what," he 'conceded,' "We'll let them entertain you while they clear their heads, & then once you've had a chance to get another drink or hit. Sharon was only barely aware of what was happening, but she giggled as the Brothers laughed. She didn't protest when someone... someones, really, caught under her armpits, moving her carefully along the carpeted floor. She was positioned, then repositioned, absently realizing there were others laying nearby. The noise of other buzzing vibrators reached her ears, & she giggled at the mental image of what the Pledge Sisters must look like, spread about the room. When she lifted her head, she found shapely legs to her left, near her head. Looking down, she saw Keiko's head was similarly positioned near her own thighs. Sharon laughed to herself, wondering if they'd all sleep like that in the middle of the Frat. A moment later, hands shifted her again, & Sharon opened her eyes as she inhaled a very feminine scent. She found that she'd been brought face 1st to another of the Pledge Sister's sex, & unbidden she began to lap at the young woman's tender inner labia. There was a quiet moan of pleasure above, which spurred Sharon to work the other woman's sex harder & faster. She groaned, a few seconds later, when Keiko began to offer her similar stimulation. Between the girl's teasing lips, probing tongue, & the continued buzz of the pocket rocket, Sharon was cumming within a minute, transmitting her pleasure through the ministrations she was offering the other woman. In short order all of the Pledge Sisters were slurping & licking at each other in a sexy daisy chain. The Brothers hooted & cheered & offered advice as they enjoyed the break. It wasn't long before all of the women were writhing & moaning, arousal obviously overcoming the effects of the booze & drugs. "All right, gang!" Shaun said, stepping over 2 of the joined women into the center of the circle they formed, "Time's running short, so we're going to fast forward a bit." He put his hands up at the shouts of protest, "Trust me, I think you'll like this." The crowd quieted, "As you remember, we've done DP & orgy or group as separate categories, before. Since taking 2 isn't really that different from taking more than 2, we've decided just to do the DP contest this year." There were again shouts of protest. "But!" Shaun held up a hand, "It's not fair that you don't get to take part, either, so instead of having a group of Brothers or Pledges enjoy turning them out, we're going to try something new. I need everyone in 2 lines, one along each side of the room..." The Brothers didn't wait, rushing to fall into line. Shaun laughed at their eagerness. "All right now. We're gonna line the girls up again in a minute. Then the line on the left side goes along behind them, while the line on the right will go in front of them. Your job is to 'try out' each of our Pledge Sisters two by two... No fair working without a partner," he cautioned them in fun, "Use 2 of their holes until we beep," he rang a buzzer," then move on. Since we're operating from opposite sides you won't have the same tag team partner from girl to girl, see?" Guy were nodding their heads, liking the new approach to the latest contest, "But in case you aren't sure after you've gotten a sample of our contestants the 1st time around," Shaun smiled & paused, "When you finish your row get in the other line. We'll stop when everyone's gotten 2 rolls with each girl. Understand?" There were nods. Shaun motioned & some of the Brothers who'd already been in the hapless young women set about separating the sex & drug hazed co-eds, lining them up on the step. Sharon pouted as she was pulled away from the creaming snatch of the girl she'd been eating. A moment before Keiko had stopped eating her out & the vibrator had been removed. She let someone-- she didn't know who-- moved her, head lolling side to side & see the girls were again in a row. & looked incredibly hot, she recognized. She was puzzled, when she saw the chairs were mostly empty, then noticed the eager young frat Brothers were lined along the walls, every eye on her & the other women. "Ready girls?" Shaun teased them, not really caring what they answered, "All right, gents, let's see how this works..." & he rang the buzzer. The guys moved forward, until there were 2 in front of & behind each of the women. The buzzer rang, & a second later, hands were moving over Sharon's passion heated skin. She giggled as she was rolled onto her hands & knees & eagerly gobbled at the cock presented to her mouth, moaning as another cock sank balls deep into her pussy from behind. She tried to work both men at once, a difficult task considering they weren't trying to work together. Not that it mattered to her, she knew she'd get more cock soon enough... The buzzer rang & the guys moved back, ignoring her protest. There were quick shuffling steps, & then another cock was presented to her mouth, even as someone thrust into her bottom from behind. Moaning, she slurped the new cock all the way into her throat, arching her back to accommodate the erection pumping in & out of her ass. The buzzer rang, then, & the cocks were taken away, leaving her hungry for more. They were quickly replaced by two more. & then two more. The process was repeated, easily keeping the lost white housewife aroused but not letting her get off. She made no protest when two of the Brothers switched it up, one lifting her & plunging her ass down onto his cock, then pulling her back on his chest as the 2nd easily began to fuck into her bare, wanting pussy. Sharon moaned loudly, the noise lost in the panting, cheering, & other moans filling the room. When the buzzer rang she was unceremoniously lifted off of the pair & spun, impaled in mid air by one cock, & then lowered until she could gobble at the 2nd ready Brother, all while suspended, helpless in their arms. It went on & on, though Sharon didn't ever consider asking for a break. If anything, she didn't want whoever was using her to stop, as occasionally she was close to a climax when the buzzer sounded. Too soon from the aroused housewife's point of view, Shaun's voice interrupted after the buzzer sounded. "A'ight, gang, everyone's had their turns." "C'mon," a male voice to the side protested, "Let us finish." The woman he was using murmured her assent, but Shaun shook his head & rang the buzzer again. "Not yet, Jeff," he argued, "There'll be time to finish later. We still have to determine a winner." The guys still using the Pledge Sisters reluctantly backed off... or out of, the more than willing women, & the Brothers moved back into their seats as Dave moved along getting close ups of each passion inflamed coed with the camcorder. "Now, there are ballots at each chair... We have extras for those of you who didn't find a seat." He waved his hand at the girls, "There are 10 letters, just count from left to right, A, B, C, etc. Then while we prep the last award they'll do the count in the kitchen." The Brothers murmured to each other, spirited arguments breaking out as some tried to sway the opinions of others. When the ballots were starting to be passed in, Shaun pushed a button & the lights went down as a Hi-Def projection screen lit the white wall behind where he'd been standing. "The Sister's Pledge Class has already been an enormous help this year," the audio began, as photos of each of the women the Brothers had somehow collected from their lives before college paraded across the screen. Sharon watched, recognizing old photos of her from high school & college, & gasping at an additional image from her wedding, a photo that elicited shouts of approval from the Brothers. The photos shifted to an image of the Frat, the brothers in classes, talking to the various Pledge Sisters, & then to increasingly revealing poses of the women at the Frat. "They've helped us with home sickness," photos of Kelly & then Melissa blowing different Brothers lit the screen, "They've helped us study, "A picture of Sharon taking it doggy style from Tom came up, her face suffused with passion. "They've gone on road trips," photos showed Keiko & Kathy serving a smiling line of Brothers by the sign of a nearby university, "& of course, they've helped us with the 1st tests," more photos of Sharon & most of the others servicing non-Brothers intercut with the students giving papers or memory cards to Brothers. "They've also already helped us out with some charity work," Sharon didn't understand the snickers that elicited, as it showed Lisa & Kelly working a car wash, photos progressing to their pressing their naked breasts against the closed car window, & then to each taking 2 Brothers as all 6 were sprayed with a garden hose. The montage showed Carlyn & a brunette Pledge Sister Sharon hadn't met working on building homes with Brothers, the images quickly devolving to the women naked but for boots, hard hats, & work belts as they serviced the Brothers. Sharon blushed as the photos showed her posing, then putting out on the night of the photo shoot. She clenched her thighs together, so hot she was tempted to masturbate right there. While a fragment of her conscience insisted she should be ashamed & horrified at what she was seeing, she found she was more jealous of the attention the others had obviously gotten then anything else. "& along with the usual parties & athletics & fund raisers, I think it's safe to say that some of this year's Pledge class will help to make this House better than ever." The Brothers cheered. "So we looked at how much each of the soon to be Sisters has already offered, in order to determine the Best MoneyMaker." There were more cheers. Shaun raised a hand, "But 1st, we need to announce who's our Best DP... call it the Best Donor..." he accepted a slip of paper Joyce had brought out. "The winner is... Lisa!" the crowd cheered as Lisa stood, blushing, & let 2 of the Brothers guide her over to George. He wasted no time in slipping into her pussy before he began to apply the ink award beneath the BZ symbol at the back of her neck, where Carlyn had placed hers. He kept thrusting at the aroused shapely blonde after he'd finished applying the ink, finishing off inside of her cunt or ass, Sharon couldn't tell. Before she was returned to the line of women, Shaun went on, "& now, the best of the best for this 1st competition, our Best MoneyMaker..." he eyed each of the women in turn. Sharon looked around, confident it wasn't her, wondering which of the younger girls had made the biggest contribution. "Sharon Soebel!" he smiled at her as the crowd cheered. Sharon blinked in surprise. How could she have? She hadn't done that much. She smiled happily, blushing at the attention everyone was providing, as she let him help her up & over to George. She held perfectly still as he applied another award flag, not wondering that she was disappointed he'd just cum inside of Lisa & so wasn't fucking into her at the same time. Shaun spanked her ass playfully when she got back in line, looking for a long moment into her eyes, leaving the addled white wife flushed with pride & desire. "Well, gang," Shaun touched his glass against a glass someone handed Sharon, waiting for her to drink, "That's the end of our Fall Competition... We'll have to see how many of the new Sisters win when they're up against the rest of our Sisters in spring." He looked at Sharon pointedly, "Think you'll win again?" Smiling, Sharon nodded. "It doesn't mean this party's over, though," he made a show of looking around, "I see some of the hottest women on campus, naked & begging for cock, & no one's willing to help them out. That isn't the Frat I know!" The crowd cheered, & as one the Brothers surged toward the impromptu stage. Sharon squealed in delight as Shaun slipped a finger into her sex from behind. She'd hoped he'd like the new body art & would want to be with her. She hear other giggles & squeals as the girls were lifted up, some carried out of site, headed for Brothers' rooms, while others were moved back to the couches, Keiko laid back on the pool table, as an all out orgy ensued. Sharon was nearly aglow at the knowledge Shaun was going to be able to spend time with her. He pulled her close, leaving his arm draped over her shoulders, fingers teasing her nipple, making her squirm & purr. He turned her around the room, laughing at the various ways the girls were performing or being used. Sharon giggled as well-- it was what she'd come to expect was 'normal.' "Want to try that?" she murmured, watching as Carlyn was held by the waist head upside down, slurping at one of the BZ Brother's cocks as he ate her out to the cheers of the surrounding frat members. Shaun laughed. "That may be just the trick someday, babe," he looked down, pleased at the adoration he saw in the white housewife's eyes. "I am pretty hard... watching you twitch that fine ass would raise wood on a corpse." Sharon smiled at the compliment. "Think you'd want to repeat that blow job trick for me?" She nodded eagerly. Shaun snapped his fingers, getting the attention of one of the Brothers, who tossed him a loaded, lit bong. He caught the lucite tube without losing the choke, doing a brief hit. Sharon's fingers were already working at his pants, freeing his aching erection. She did a hit, then dropped to her knees & began to gobble at his cock, not caring they were standing in the middle of the room. Shaun watched tendrils of smoke curling up from his crotch as Sharon's head bobbed, lips tight, tongue swirling over his shaft. Damn, but this was a MILF. He wasn't sure he'd had a better blow job, but then again, like Dave said, there wasn't such a thing as a bad blow job, so long as you bust a nut. He ran his hand through the recently colored hair, amazed at their luck for the year. He had 10 fine Sisters, all of whom seemed more than eager to put out however they wanted. & with the hot wife slurping at his meat, they were going to turn the biggest bitch on the school faculty. The thought of the power he had over the older woman, & would soon wield over yet another professor, was enough to get him off. He didn't bother warning Sharon-- the bitch knew what to do. He sighed after a moment, pulsing into Sharon's willing mouth & throat. She was breathless when he let go of her hair after another minute, laying back, her fingers busily playing with her naked sex. "Damn, you're a hot momma," Shaun praised, "Where have you been all my life?" Sharon blushed at the praise, then spread her wet labia, "Want some more, daddy?" she cooed. Shaun laughed. "Oh you know it, slut. But I think you finished me off for tonight. Besides," it was hard not to laugh at the pout she put on, "You've already been shaking it for several hours. You've had every cock in the house," he wasn't far off, "Aren't you tired out, yet?" Sharon bit her lip in embarrassment, but shook her head, no. Shaun laughed, "Damn, what kind of monster have we created?" He feigned a moment of thought. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 10 original story: Scipio story continuation by RogueAlan Chapter 10: Saving Sharon Sharon rolled over & sighed. She'd been awake for more than an hour, waiting... hoping for Shaun to arrive. She'd showered, surprised she still had no need to shave, & had thoroughly brushed her teeth-- morning breath didn't begin to describe what had settled on her tongue overnight. She'd donned one of the frilly pieces of lingerie Shaun or Dave had left in her dresser, eager to spend some time with the big Frat Brother. After 30 minutes she'd hopped up again, starting a pot of coffee and then packing the bowl of the bong, just in case. She was tempted to use it, but decided to wait. She sighed again. It wasn't the 1st time Shaun hadn't visited. She told herself he was undoubtedly busy at the Frat & would call. Laying on her back, she thought about the prior night's party, & jumped up, taking another of the morning after pills that they BZ Brothers had provided. She didn't know if they could cause problems, but resolved to visit the school clinic the next week to go on the pill. She checked her cell phone again... no calls. She pouted for a moment, angry not even her kids had called. Realizing what she'd been doing not 12 hours before, though, she blushed, & decided she was glad Chris hadn't called. She shuddered, wondering how he would respond to the changes she'd undergone, & resolved to take Kelly along, so he could see that she was just 'one of the girls.' Of course, her daughter would undoubtedly demand she be allowed to get her navel pierced... they'd argued about that over the summer. Shoving aside concerns about whether her family would suspect just what she'd been doing, Sharon got up & decided to make breakfast. She realized she was starving as she took the skillet out of the drawer beneath the stove, & quickly put 3 pieces of toast in the toaster & began to make a 3 egg omelet. About the time she was going to sit down to eat, though, there was a knock on the door. Surrendering to the excitement she felt at Shaun's arrival, Sharon ran to the door, not caring she was still in the barely there lingerie & nothing else. A key was already opening the lock when she reached the door, & a moment later, Shaun came inside, smiling broadly at the obviously aroused white housewife. "How's my favorite BZ Bitch?" he teased, accepting the full body hug Sharon delivered without hesitation. She tried not to pout when Dave sauntered in behind him, carrying a box. Forcing a smile, she stepped back as the young men closed the door. She stepped up & hugged Dave, as well, ever the good hostess. "Mmm, smells good!" Dave said, walking into the kitchen as if it was his own. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet, a 2nd fork, & then casually divided the omelet. He sat down, & after kissing Sharon Shaun joined him. They dug into Sharon's intended breakfast as she stood by, unsure what they expected of her. "Ready to earn that award again, little Money Maker?" Shaun asked when he'd finished. Sharon nodded, wincing at the name. "I don't think I like that name," she said, images of a streetwalker coming to mind. Dave snorted but Shaun glared at him, then nodded to Sharon. "It's OK, I'd never say it in outside company," he pushed back from the table, motioning for Sharon to sit on his lap. She smiled & did as he'd indicated. "We'll just say... Minnie Mouse when we're talking about your helping the Frat out, that all right?" Sharon bit her lip but nodded. "Uhm, how can I help?" She waited, pleased when Shaun began to tease one nipple through the lingerie-- he wanted her. Dave stood up with the box he'd set on the linoleum. He went to the fridge & opened it, setting some things out from the box on the counter & then systematically taking things out of her fridge. "What's Dave doing?" Sharon asked without thinking about whether she sounded challenging. Shaun laughed. "Like I said, we need your help." "I thought," Sharon blushed, "I thought we might..." she trailed off, but looked to the bedroom. Shaun was still working her nipple-- the pierced side-- & she squirmed in his lap. He smiled. "That sounds great, but it's gonna have to wait," he paused, shaking his head at the bad rhyme, "We need you to make a phone call & then be a hostess..." Sharon sagged a little, expecting they wanted her to service one or another of the many Teacher Assistants on campus. But she nodded. "Great," Shaun praised her, "Dave is just checking to make sure we have things ready." She looked over. He was stirring the coffee pot as if wondering whether he wanted a cup. Nodding to himself, he moved the box off of the counter onto the floor. The food she'd just purchased nearly filled it up. Puzzled, she watched as Dave put a big pitcher of orange juice that hadn't been there before inside the fridge, as well as 2 six packs of the beer he & Shaun favored. Noticing her eyes were on him, Dave motioned her over. "We're gonna take the milk & eggs & cheese & bologna," he pointed to the empty drawers, "& all of the fruits you've got... except for the celery," he smiled as if she should understand, "But we'll leave the Asti's & keep this beer in there & cold." He pointed at the coffee maker, "It's perfect that you've got a pot ready." He set a pile of little blue pills on the counter left of the sink, "Don't mess with these." He added little round pink pills near the blue ones, & a variety of white tablets & pills on the other side of the sink. He dropped partially smoked joints on the counter, & a used ashtray miraculously appeared. He set several empty beer bottles on the sink & table, going back into the living room where more roaches & empty bottles were strategically placed. Finished, he looked at his handi-work, then pointed at Sharon while talking to Dave. "We're set, but she got cleaned up... The bitch won't buy it if she doesn't look... used." Sharon's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Shaun got up before she could ask what they were talking about. "We'll take care of that," he winked at her, "Just bring the baggie over. Dave shrugged & moved over, pulling a baggie out of his pocket. "Now," Shaun began, "I understand you have a class with Dr. Eller." Sharon nodded hesitantly. "She's..." "She's a royal bitch!" Dave interrupted. Shaun frowned, as Sharon looked like she might argue. "Let's just say she isn't on board like the other professors," Shaun continued. "She's sort of why I'm here," Sharon began, then stopped, afraid to have the young men angry at her. "I mean... she's always been very nice." Without thinking she went on, "She was just telling me after class that she was... uhm, that she was worried about me." Shaun nodded. "& should she be worried about you hanging out with some black students?" Shaun asked, as if the Professor's motives were racial. Sharon shook her head. "I'm sure she didn't mean it like that..." Dave snorted derisively, for a change helping Shaun's play. "Well, it hasn't always seemed like that... she's refused to let athletes make up quizzes. She wouldn't give players a chance to delay taking tests when they're gone the week before..." "She's the bitch who keeps siccing the administration on us... it's why we're on probation every year," Dave snarled, "Otherwise we could've had a longer party last night." Shaun nodded. "You enjoyed yourself last night, right?" he prompted. Sharon blushed but nodded. "Well, this is a chance to get her to... cooperate." "How?" Sharon couldn't imagine she could get the woman to change her attitude. "Well, one of the Brothers overheard her telling you to call her if you ever had a problem." Sharon nodded, not thinking about the fact that she'd been alone with Professor Eller when they'd had that discussion. "We want you to call her over." 'What makes you think she'll come over?" "You'll tell her you feel like things are out of control... That you're doing things you don't want to be doing... that you woke up with drugs in the house & you think several of us had sex with you..." Sharon blushed more deeply. "But I... I mean..." Shaun raised a hand. "I know... you're doing what you want... no one's getting hurt. But Professor Eller sees you as being exploited. She's out to save you." Sharon nodded. That made sense. "But won't she just tell me to leave?" "Then tell her we took your car... Tell her you only have clothes you couldn't go home in, & you don't know what to do. Tell her we said we'd be back to party tonight." Sharon nodded. To make sure she had the play down, Dave handed her a sheet of paper with the points they wanted her to make. "Ask her if she'll come over to talk to you." "Then what?" Sharon shook her head, "What if she does?" "Show her the bong. Show her a disc if she doesn't believe you," Sharon blanched at that thought. The idea of anyone seeing her doing that... "Sit down at the kitchen table. Apologize for not having anything to eat, but show her all we're 'letting you eat' is juice & celery & champagne." Sharon nodded, but clearly didn't understand. "Offer her a drink... coffee or juice, complain that the water tastes funny." "OK..." Sharon said tentatively. "After you've had a drink... you can talk about whatever you want... just be yourself... Talk about the other girls... about what we've been doing... Hell, talk about your little field trip with Dave, I don't care... just keep her involved... you don't know what to do... your husband will freak.... You're scared... that sort of shit." Sharon nodded again. "When you've both finished a glass, jump up & make a production about having to take a pill," he held up the specific pill, set farthest from the edge of the counter. To Sharon it looked just like the other white pills. "Tell the... Tell Prof Eller that you almost forgot... we insisted you have one of those anytime you drink a glass of that coffee or that juice... whatever it is you drink." "I don't understand?" Sharon looked at the pill, "What is that?" "It's sugar," Dave answered easily, "A placebo. We'll be watching through the window... Dave can get it all on film." "Get what on film?" "Well, I expect she'll worry there's something in the coffee or juice that she doesn't want to affect her. So she'll demand you give her a tablet, too... Give her another of these..." "What are they?" Sharon asked in alarm. She tried to remember if she'd ever had one. "Relax," Shaun said, as if reading her mind, "This is Ecstasy. It's a feel good drug. It's not addictive. We just need to get pictures showing her taking E..." "With a student, no less," Dave added. "But if she doesn't really take a hit," Shaun indicated the pile of pills, "It wouldn't show up if she has to do a pee check." Dave nodded. Sharon nodded. "So then you can get her to cooperate." Sharon understood finally. She wasn't sure she liked betraying Prof Eller's trust like this, but didn't say so directly. "I'm not... I mean I'm not sure I can do this." Shaun sighed. "I guess it is a lot to ask... I just thought you'd give it your best effort," he offered Dave a disappointed look, "Sorry man, I don't know if we're gonna be able to do this." Sharon heard herself answer before she could think about what she was saying, "No, no, it's OK... I just... I'll do it." "There's my girl!" Shaun praised. Dave was over by the DVD player. "I'll put a regular porno in... something you two can watch if you want... show her what we were watching 'last night' & all that," Dave fiddled with the tray. "Good, you primed the bong... Get her to do some with you if you can... Don't push it, though." "Yeah," Shaun cautioned, "We'll let you know if we think you can try that." Sharon nodded. "You'll be here?" Shaun shook his head. "Oh no, but we'll be recording it through the windows, see?" he pointed, "So long as you stay out front we can get it. If she takes it & starts to get loose... Then we'll call & suggest you do some bud." Sharon nodded. "We'll need your keys." "My keys?" "You car keys... Can't have the wheels sitting out front if you're going to tell her we have your car." "Man, I told you she's too clean," Dave complained, "Don't look like she been ridden at all." Shaun rolled his eyes, then winked at Sharon. "Well, I s'pose we can do something about that, can't we, Babe?" Sharon smiled, relieved she'd get to be with Shaun after all. "Of course!" she was suddenly flushed with desire, "I mean... I hope so..." Shaun laughed, pulling her close. "Let's see about then, shall we?" Sharon tilted her head up, welcoming Shaun's kiss. His hands roamed over her barely clothed body, sparking growing need. He tweaked her pierced nipple again, then broke the kiss, "I think this little ring was a great addition... it keeps you horny 24/7." She bit her lip & nodded, not really aware her hands were eagerly opening Shaun's pants. Then his erection was free. Her fingers encircled his thick shaft, & she dipped to her knees in the front room to kiss the tip before sucking his rising meat into her mouth. "Mmmm," Shaun patted her head, "That is so nice... I could do this every day." Sharon shivered beneath him. Her fingers were working her dripping seam, & she murmured her agreement with Shaun's words around his fully engorged cock. "But you know," Shaun teased, catching her head in his hands, "I think there's something I'd like even more." Giggling, Sharon pulled away, honey-smeared fingers closing around his base as she looked up at him adoringly. "Where do you want me, Baby?" she asked. Shaun smiled in genuine pleasure. There was nothing better, he had to admit, than having a woman begging for it. & to have that woman a married white MILF? He was going to enjoy every moment this little BZ Bitch was theirs. Chuckling, he admitted to himself he'd stay in school a couple extra years to keep banging this hottie. "Well, how about we break in the kitchen table?" he asked. Sharon didn't stop to consider what they'd just pointed out-- that it was visible from the front window. She stood, pulling him along by the cock & lying back, legs spread, teddy lifted to her still flat belly, exposing her laser manicured sex. "Oh, so you like that?" he teased. Sharon nodded, trying to pull him up, into her. "Tell me what you want, little Bitch." "Fuck me!" Sharon husked, her free hand playing with her bare seam, "Give me your big black cock!" Her hand moved up to pinch her turgid nipple. "Put it in yourself, slut," Shaun said, & Sharon obediently pulled his cockhead to her splayed, glistening labia. He reached down, catching his shaft beyond her grip at the base, & slapped the heavy tip against the top of her sex. Sharon gasped as he teased her clit. She tried again to get him into her ready box. He waited another moment as Dave moved into position to get it with his ever present camcorder. "Mmmnnggg!" Sharon groaned, arching her back & thrusting her pelvis at him over the edge of the table as he let her guide his black snake into her frothing pussy. Knowing not to block Dave's view, Shaun caught the passion addled beauty by the knee on that side, bracing her waist with the other as he began to move his hips, working in & out of her cunt. Sharon moaned, reaching down to teak her clit, pumping her hips to meet his thrusts. Dave continued filming, but opened his fly one-handed, then moved around the table until he could feed their helpless new Bitch his cock. Sharon's eyes were closed as she reveled in the sensation of taking Shaun's big cock, & she gasped, blinking in surprise when Dave slapped her nose & cheeks with his ready cock. She didn't argue though, opening her mouth & running her tongue up the underside of his erection before letting him feed her his meat. The pretty white housewife writhed & moaned as the took both cocks. Dave pumped at her face slowly, leaving his shaft in her throat for several seconds at a time. Shaun set a steady, rapid tempo... all the way in, all the way out. When Sharon's hands went to the edges of the table as she tried to meet his tempo, Shaun released her waist, bringing his thumb to the top of her cock filled seam. He pressed over her swollen clit, & Sharon responded with a cock muffled scream. Her back arched, fingers clawing at the table edges. As her velvet walls clenched at his pumping shaft, Shaun cut loose. He left the 1st jet fully in her still twitching cunt before pulling back, painting her mons, inner thighs, & lower abdomen with the last of his climax. He wiped his cockhead on her spread inner labia, then stepped back & took the camera from Dave as his friend finished off, feeding Sharon only part of his ejaculate before painting her face & neck. They high fived as Sharon lay panting, an absent smile lighting her face. They buttoned up, then Shaun helped Sharon off of the table. As Dave carried the box out to her car, Shaun held up the cordless receiver. Sharon hesitated, but retrieved the Professor's number from her purse. Shaun began to rub her back & shoulders as she dialed. Reaching out, he made sure the page he & Dave had typed out was in front of her on the table. Shaun listened as their prize BZ Bitch set the trap. It helped that she'd obviously interrupted the Professor's sleep. He smiled, confident that the still panting white wife's tone conveyed her urgency. It wasn't an Oscar winning performance-- Sharon couldn't manufacture tears-- but obviously they'd been right; Sharon was the Professor's weak spot. In less than 2 minutes Sharon had secured the woman's promise to be 'right there.' Sharon hung up, looking back expectantly at Shaun. He smiled, patting her back. "Great job, Babe." He managed an appropriately contrite frown, "But I guess that means we'd better get out of here." Her pout was wonderful. Not one in 20 women were so totally hooked by the BZ's scheme. She really would be their MoneyMaker. "Now remember, don't clean up." Sharon blushed, aware of the jism smeared over her skin. "But I can't open the door looking like this..." "It's perfect," Shaun assured her, "What better proof we took advantage of you?" Sharon looked at the soiled lingerie & the BZ Brother nodded, "Yeah, you can put on some clothes... luckily all that activity last night marked you up a little bit," Sharon looked down to see she did have some bruises. She wondered how it'd happened, & sat for a moment, remembering the various things she'd done. An undeniable bloom of arousal answered her reverie. Shaun pushed back from the table. "We've got to go," he motioned to Dave, who grabbed the box. "We'll be nearby, though. I know you'll do great." Sharon followed them to the door, then went back to the kitchen, eyeing the pills arrayed on her counter. She picked up one of the blue tablets, which looked like a Viagra from the ads. Setting it down, she went into the bedroom. She didn't look in the mirror as she stripped off the lingerie, tossing it into the open, nearly overflowing hamper. She opted for a BZ Bitch strappy tank over sweat bottoms, then went into the front room. She resisted the temptation to smoke as she waited. Just a few minutes later, the bell rang. Taking a deep breath, Sharon stood & answered the door. Professor Eller's eyes went wide & her jaw dropped open when she saw Sharon at the door. "Oh my God!" she started, then caught Sharon's arm, taking control, guiding the only slightly younger woman into her own apartment. She herded Sharon away from the couch, where she saw the nearby bong & some assorted pieces of clothing, to the kitchen. There was another gasp of shock, seeing the pills scattered over the counter. Seeing Sharon's empty coffee mug, Nancy Eller quickly refilled it, rummaging through the cupboards for a 2nd mug. Face worn with long experience, the English Lit. Professor sat down beside Sharon, who seemed detached & withdrawn. She shivered, understanding it, considering what was obviously smeared over the married student's face, matting locks of her garishly colored hair. She reached out, covering Sharon's hand with her own. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 10 "I'm sorry, Sharon," she began, "Can you tell me what happened?" Sharon sniffed, nodding once. She wouldn't meet the older woman's eyes. She raised her glass, taking a drink, which Nancy mimicked after checking the temperature. "I... I don't know everything," Sharon started, "I remember dancing & drinking... I remember smoking something..." she stopped & took another long drink. Nancy Eller sipped at hers, waiting patiently. "I remember... I remember being with them." "Having sex?" Nancy wanted to be certain she knew what Sharon meant. Sharon nodded in answer. "Yes... but it was so... It was like we were animals." "You were like an animal, too?" Sharon blushed, looking into her mug as she nodded. "I wasn't... it was like I was watching someone else." She took a breath & then another drink, "God, maybe if I drink enough coffee I'll be able to wake up & find it was just a nightmare... Or at least understand it... I mean..." "You didn't ask for it?" Professor Eller prompted. Sharon blushed. "I remember asking for it, but no, I didn't want it when it started..." She paused. That was true enough. She wondered just how she'd gotten to the point she was casually having sex with so many men. She was married for God's sake! "I thought... I was just doing what the other girls were doing..." she glanced for a moment at Nancy, "I should've listened to you." She sagged back in her chair, taking another drink of the coffee, "God, what am I going to do?" "We're going to punish those son's of bitches," the heat in Nancy's voice drew Sharon's attention. "We'll call campus security. I'll call the Dean... We'll alert the police." Sharon shook her head. "I can't... they took... I remember cameras... when I was telling them I wanted it... that I wanted more." Nancy blinked at her. "How did that happen?" Sharon shrugged. "I don't know... it was after they'd insisted that I smoke with them," she waved distractedly at the bong, "& then when they were leaving, they waved a camera & warned me if I say a word a copy will go to my husband..." she shivered remembering Dave make essentially that very threat, "I can't say a word about it!" Nancy pursed her lips. She wanted to push this, but knew from past experience it wouldn't work to force the issue now. "You realize they'll just keep on using you..." Sharon shifted in her seat. "You can't escape them by being silent. Think of the other young women you can protect by putting a stop to this..." Sharon bit her lip but shook her head. "At least think about it," Nancy urged. Sharon conceded. She got up & moved toward the fridge. "I think I need some sugar, " she said, then paused when she opened the door. She let it swing wide, "Oh, I forgot." Nancy looked over. "Forgot what, Sharon?" "They didn't want me getting fat," she waved at the nearly empty fridge, "I can have all the celery & want, & OJ... I'm not supposed to touch the beer, & the little champagne bottles are just for when we have our next party..." Nancy tried to seem appropriately empathetic. "You see? There's no way out without making a stand. I think your husband will understand." Sharon shook her head. "No... I don't know how or why I was saying it... but I said horrible, awful things... I... I was riding on them. He'll never believe I didn't want it...." She grabbed the pitcher out of the fridge & poured 2 glasses. She sagged back into the seat & took a drink. "I shouldn't have bothered you... I just... I just didn't know what to do." Nancy nodded patting Sharon's hand once again. "It's OK... I'm glad you called. I just wish it hadn't happened to you... It must've been awful." Sharon shrugged. "That's what's scary." "What's scary?" "I... I know it's wrong. I know I didn't ask for it... But part of me remembers," Sharon blushed, "God, I'm embarrassed but I remember more pleasure than I thought was possible." She took several swallows of the juice. "That had to be the drugs," Nancy assured her, then pointed at the bong she'd seen coming into the apartment. "That isn't yours?" Sharon laughed. "Until I met the fraternity I'd never heard of a bong. I never thought I'd do drugs, but there were other Sisters smoking, too, & it was just for fun at another party..." "You realize it's not always just marijuana... & weed is illegal by itself," Professor Eller adopted the more comfortable role as lecturer. She took a drink of the juice, "They could get any number of drugs into your system like that." she looked over at the counter, "Do you know what the other pills are?" Sharon waited, willing the other woman to keep drinking the juice. "The blue ones... I think they're Viagra... They let them go & go... someone said something about being 'Energizer Bunnies,' she shrugged, & I know there's something about the white pills, but I can't remember... God, Professor Eller, what's going to happen?" She finished her juice, then tilted it as if watching the last drops in the bottom move over. She watched in her peripheral vision as the other woman drank some more, too. There was juice left, but she decided she couldn't wait any longer. Resisting the urge to look at the window, Sharon jumped up, covering her mouth with her hand. The room seemed to tilt a little. She blinked at the sparkles at the edges of her vision. Must be the morning light, she reasoned, as she managed a gasp of feigned surprise. "Oh my God!" she rushed to the counter & took the pill Dave had indicated, turning & swallowing it without any liquid, as her Professor watched in surprise. "Sharon!" she half rose from her seat, "What are you doing?" Sharon pointed at the pitcher of juice she'd left out. "I didn't make that... It's not my pitcher." Nancy's gaze followed Sharon's fingers, & real alarm showed on her face as she looked then at her nearly empty glass. Sharon blinked quickly... the sparkles in her vision were getting worse. "I'm seeing... things at the edges of my vision," she admitted, & a moment later Nancy nodded that she was, too, "I remember the guys laughing as we drank this juice last night, taking these pills whenever they had a glass. They told me I shouldn't have any... I bet that's how they drugged me!" She stepped back as Nancy leapt up & joined her at the counter., fingers scattering the pills as she clutched not one, but a handful. Sharon wanted to be sure that Dave could get a clear shot as her Professor and mentor emptied her juice glass & then filled it with tap water before taking 3 of the small white pills. She put more into her pocket, then looked at Sharon. She set the glass down, then patted Sharon's shoulder. "Thank you!" she said, "Who knows what would've happened if you hadn't remembered that. Sharon flushed. She was ashamed at tricking the smart, friendly woman. To hide her discomfort, she motioned to the coffee. "I made this when I... when I woke up," she offered, & then she & Nancy refilled the mugs. She added packets of sugar, wondering where they'd come from, & Professor Eller did the same. "Ah, I worried you only drank your coffee black when we first sat down." Sharon nearly giggled at the potential entendre, but nodded. The sparkles were still at the edges of her vision... "I wish I hadn't had any of that juice," she complained, "Maybe it takes awhile for the pills to work... I'm still... they're still there," she told Nancy. The other woman nodded. "Maybe we should just sit down for awhile." She led Nancy back to the couch, pushing the bong away & then sitting in the single seat leaving the sofa to her Professor. They sat, not talking for a few minutes. "I'm sorry, Professor Eller," Sharon said when the sparkles still hadn't gone away, "The last thing I wanted was to have you in trouble, too." The older woman waved a hand. "In my day I drank... I've even smoked some of that," she wasn't really looking at Sharon anymore. She motioned at the bong, "Assuming that's just marijuana..." she lapsed into silence. Then as if taking up where she'd left off, "I was lucky... No one took advantage..." She looked at Sharon again, shaking her head sadly, "I should've been more aggressive in protecting you... in protecting dozens of girls over the last ten years... The BZ Fraternity... they're evil. Each year they take promising young lives & ruin them, all for pleasure..." Sharon shook her head; she knew Shaun & Dave & the others... they weren't evil. She wondered if Professor Eller was a racist. She was sure the Professor was slurring her words... It was hard to understand what she was saying, & she wondered if it was her ears or Nancy's mouth. She giggled at the thought. The Professor paused, then giggled, too. "What's so funny?" she said after a moment. "I don't think the pills are working," Sharon said, fighting back another laugh. "It's OK..." Nancy waved a hand absently. She reached into her pocket, "I have more... maybe we just had too much juice & need more of this..." Sharon giggled again as her Professor tried unsuccessfully to get a pill to her mouth. Frowning in concentration, she tried again. When she got one down, the offered another to Sharon. Concerned it was different from the pill Dave had told her to take, she shook her head. "It's OK, I kind of like the sparkles," she paused-- she was definitely slurring her words, too. "Mmm... I know I can't drive," Professor Eller said after some silence, "I don't think the pills are helping. Maybe we were supposed to take the blue ones..." Sharon shook her head. "How long did it last... you know, last night?" Sharon's head was lolling back. Her entire body felt delightfully warm. "Mmm?" she paused, "Well, I served drinks & snacks for a few hours. Then when it was just the Brothers the contest began." "Contest?" "Mm-hmm," Sharon nodded, "Who has the best tits... who has the best ass... who could... you know, do it best..." She looked up to see Nancy staring at her in shock. "You were in a contest?" Sharon nodded proudly. "I won Best Blow job," she jutted her chin, "I used a bong, then let the smoke leak out while I was sucking on a guy." She blinked, surprised she'd just admitted that, wondering what was wrong with her. But she couldn't seem to stop, "Do you want to see the prize?" Nancy blinked at her but nodded. Sharon stood up... swaying dangerously, & stripped off her shirt. Professor Eller gasped. "They pierced your nipple?" she sounded horrified. Sharon looked down at the body jewelry. She giggled & shook her head. "No, I had that done... that was before. Do you like it?" she didn't wait for an answer, "It keeps my nipple just a little hard... ready for excitement." She looked down at her body, "It doesn't hurt... I was surprised... Now I kind of like it..." She turned, showing off the tattoo. She heard the Professor's gasp. "I know," she said, "It's not supposed to say 'bitch;' it's supposed to say 'sister,' but the guy put the wrong... what's it called... temple... template. He used the wrong template." She pointed lower, "That was earlier, too, though... Last night I won the little flags. See?" Nancy leaned closer. "There's more than one." "Mm-hmm, Best Oral & Best MoneyMaker." "So you're a prostitute?" Sharon shook her head, flopping into the seat again as the room spun dangerously. "No, silly. I'd never have sex for money," Sharon pouted, "I just help the fraternity out... we did a swimsuit photo shoot for charity..." She felt her body start to respond to the memory of that night. She wished Shaun & Dave hadn't had to leave so soon. "Goodness, it's warm in here." she didn't bother to put the shirt back on. Nancy couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Sharon's bare chest. When the silence grew awkward, Sharon pointed at the entertainment center. "I think they left a movie, if you want to watch some TV," she suggested. Nancy shrugged, & when Sharon pointed at the remote, beside the bong on the table. Nancy picked it up. The screen blinked to light, showing Sharon's blow job from the night before. Shocked, Sharon gasped, but it wasn't important enough for her to stop it. She watched, & her Professor watched, as tendrils of smoke leaked from her lips as her head bobbed. "Did you like smoking pot?" she asked. Nancy nodded her head absently. "You know what?" "No, what?" "I think they tricked me again," Sharon pouted, "I don't think there's anything in the juice... it was just those pills we took." Nancy considered, "It could be... I'm feeling so strange," she went on, "It's a good thing no one else is here." Sharon giggled. On screen, she was prancing over to begin servicing George as he put the ink on her back. "I guess we could smoke now," she suggested, "It'll be awhile before this passes." Nancy considered that. "We shouldn't." "Oh, I'm sorry... I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for using drugs." Nancy laughed. "A college professor smoking pot? If that got us in trouble there'd be no teachers..." she sat up, looking at the table, "Do you have a lighter?" Sharon pointed to the disposable Bic beside the couch. She was puzzled, remembering what Dave & Shaun wanted to do. She watched as Professor Eller managed to light & use the bong. After a long breath hold she exhaled, her face masked by the smoke. "Ahhh... I'd forgotten what that was like," she smiled, & dutifully offered Sharon a toke. Sharon rose, nearly falling into the spot beside her Lit. professor. Taking the bong, Sharon did a hit before handing it back. Before them, the camera was panning across the 'Best Fuck' contest. Both women watched absently. Sharon squirmed, undeniably aroused at watching herself & the other Sisters from the night before. When the bowl was spent, Nancy put the bong back down. "All you have to eat is celery?" she asked, then. Sharon shrugged. "I could get you a glass of juice." Nancy nodded, giggling. Sharon staggered over, certain she wasn't usually so clumsy from smoking. She stopped, looking down. "I forgot my shirt," she said aloud. Looking up at her, Professor Eller giggled. "You look like the woman on the TV." Sharon laughed. "I am one of the girls on TV, silly," & they both chuckled as she poured 2 big glasses of juice. They sat together, sipping, watching the continuing party. Nancy winced when the 'Greek' contest began. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked. Sharon shrugged, "I guess it did when I 1st tried it... now it's just another way to have sex." She took a drink, "& I like having sex." She stopped, blushing, amazed at what she'd just admitted. "I do, too," Nancy admitted, a strange look moving over her face, "I'm jealous of your body, Sharon... you're not much younger than me, but you've stayed in great shape." Sharon shrugged. "I went to the gym lots before I decided to go back to college." She looked down at her body, "I don't know what Chris will think about the changes, though." Nancy nodded. Sharon looked at her, "I don't know what you're jealous about, though... you look like you're in great shape, too." Nancy shook her head. "Not like you... No one would ever go out of their way to seduce me." Sharon giggled. "I think you're pretty... I'd have sex with..." she couldn't believe she'd said that... She wasn't a lesbian. Sure, she'd done things with the other Sisters, but that was different. She expected Professor Eller to jump up & storm out of the apartment. Looking over, she noticed Nancy was blushing deeply. Both women used their drinking glass to hide their embarrassment. They watched the prior night's debauchery for several minutes. Sharon struggled not to squirm or touch herself she was so hot. Beside her, Professor Eller was shifting around. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the screen. It had moved to the 'DP' contest, & a seemingly endless procession of men were taking turns using Sharon & the other Sisters. "What is it like?" Nancy mumbled, pressing a hand between her legs. What she was watching was horrible... the ultimate objectification of women, & yet... she couldn't remember being so aroused. "Mmm..." Sharon looked away from the screen, "Every thrust... every cock... God, it's naughty to admit, but I loved it... I can't tell you how often I came. & knowing I can get all of those boys that hot & hard? It's like a power rush," she looked down at her body, "I'm hot just remembering it." "Me too," Nancy murmured, finally looking over at her topless student, "But don't you worry... I mean, you could get pregnant..." "Oh no, they gave me some of those 'morning after pills.' I'm supposed to start on the pill, but I've been busy this week," she looked down at the ring in her nipple. Nancy's eyes followed Sharon's gaze. "I still think that must've hurt..." Sharon giggled. "Go ahead & touch it... It's all right." With trembling fingers Professor Eller reached over, fingertip tracing the ring, then pressing lightly on the top of Sharon's nipple. Sharon moaned softly as new arousal bloomed. Soon she would be dripping wet. "See?" she groaned, "It's like a quick start to getting me hot. & when there are as many Brothers as there are, that's a good thing." Nancy was still circling the rising nipple, her free hand mirroring the movement on her own right breast. "God, what's happening to me?" Nancy moaned, clenching her thighs together, "I'm so hot... I can't do this, it isn't right!" "Shhh," Sharon put a finger to her professor's lips, "It's fine... Sex is good. Let it happen if you're hot." Nancy Eller blinked at her, lips moving without a sound escaping. "Go ahead," Sharon urged, "Kiss me." The Professor seemed to struggle against herself, but then the women were kissing. Kissing passionately. Nancy's hand cupped Sharon's pierced breast, & when Sharon's hand rose to the older woman's shirt she could fee the point of an aroused nipple. The kiss seemed to last forever, & both women were panting when they broke apart. "God..." Nancy murmured, tugging at her shirt, "It's so hot." "You're what's hot," Sharon countered, "I want to see you... Take off your shirt." The usually staid professor promptly worked the buttons on her blouse, & a minute later it was on the table beside the bong. Sharon giggled, "I don't wear bras anymore... It's so nice not having them pinch." She reached over, arms circling behind her mute professor, & she released the clasp of the heavy underwire bra. Professor Eller caught the garment, though, before it could fall away. "I want to see you," Sharon repeated. Nancy flushed. "I'm embarrassed." "Why?" "I'm not... I don't have..." then the bra had slipped to the floor. The Professor obviously exercised. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her belly, & Sharon felt a pang of jealousy at the woman's defined musculature. "You're gorgeous," she murmured. "I'm flat as a boy," Nancy answered bitterly. "Oh no," Sharon leaned over, dipping her head to lightly suck at the nearest nipple, "There's nothing manly here..." The professor groaned at Sharon's touch, & a moment later they were kissing again. When they stopped, Nancy Eller grabbed at the half empty glass, draining it. "It's still boiling hot," she murmured. Sharon just smiled & returned her attention to the older woman's sensitive breasts. As she used her mouth & one hand, the other began to work at the front of the other woman's jeans. Nancy made a quiet strangled noise in the back of her throat, then lifted her hips, offering Sharon easier access. In another moment, the Professor's slacks were at her ankles. Sharon paused, pleased at the fancy lace panties. It wasn't a thong, but was decidedly feminine. Her free hand dipped between Nancy's firm thighs, long middle finger curling along her cleft. The groan that elicited spurred Sharon on. "Take off your panties," Sharon murmured, planting another kiss on Professor Eller's neck. The woman's hands dropped to the elastic band, pushing the garment off. Sharon stood. "Take my bottoms off." Her mentor responded almost sluggishly but did just that. She sat back, eyes glued to the sparse hair above Sharon's sex. "Tell me you like it?" Sharon said quietly. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 10 "I like it," Nancy's voice sounded strange, but Sharon didn't stop to think about it. God, she was hot. She pressed a hand down over her sex, shivering visibly. "Have you been with a woman before?" Nancy just sat there, eyes on Sharon's naked body. Sharon frowned. This wasn't a time to tease. "Tell me if you've been with a woman." Nancy licked her lips. "I've never been with a woman," she answered almost sluggishly." Sharon smiled, deciding the older woman was enjoying the slight dominance of being told things, rather than asked questions.. "Tell me what you want?" Sharon paused but Nancy seemed unable to find her voice. "Tell me you want me to lick your pussy," Sharon insisted, "Spread your legs. Show me." With a growing sense of power she watched her Professor spread her long legs. Her voice was low, little more than a whisper. "I want you to lick my pussy." Sharon moved between the table & Professor Eller's spread knees. She didn't hesitate or try to find a comfortable position before bending at the wais t& pressing her mouth against the older woman's bare sex. Nancy's breath caught in her throat. Smiling, Sharon slipped her tongue through the folds of her mentor's sex, over the bud of her clitoris to tease her inner labia. Flicking back & forth lightly but quickly, she used her fingers to spread Nancy's out lips, giving her more freedom. As her tongue began lazy circles around the exposed clitoris, Nancy groaned, body trembling. "Tell me you like it!" Sharon murmured, barely remembering to talk. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. She heard Professor Eller's voice as if from far away. "I like it!" Sharon kept at it sucking lightly, then hungrily at the other woman's clit, delighting in the response it triggered as Nancy gasped, cried out, & shook violently on the couch. She didn't want to stop, but the position bending at the waist was beginning to hurt. Reluctantly she stopped, her breath sounding odd as well. "Stand up!" she managed, "Come here..." she led the slightly taller woman around to the back of the couch. She paused, considering just having her lay down so they could 69, but her fingers were already working her dripping sex, & she didn't' want to alarm her mentor if the woman wasn't comfortable kissing another woman's pussy. "Bend over the couch," she pointed, amazed when Nancy did so without hesitation or question. Sharon spread the thin buttocks, then buried her nose in Professor Eller's sex, her tongue rising to flick at the swollen bead of her clit. In seconds, Nancy was panting & groaning, hips jerking as she came repeatedly. Sharon was having difficulty trying to put her thoughts together, but her wingers were so close to getting her off she didn't stop to wonder about it. Her own need filled her senses, so that she offered only a weak whimper when a large hand closed on her upper arm, pulling her away from the twitching body of Professor Eller. "Damn you two are hot!" Sharon heard a voice, blinking in surprise to find Dave standing there, naked. "Getting started without me, I see..." She blushed, trying to remember if she'd been supposed to do this? Had they told her? Dave laughed at her expression, letting go of her arm to pat her head. "It's all right, little Bitch," he said, "You took some of them pills, didn't you?" Sharon nodded. Was she in trouble? He smiled, "Well, looks like it's gonna work out fine," he paused, obviously amused, "You'll be the perfect window dressing... Go on frigging that hot cunt, I got some work to do now..." He turned, spanking Nancy's bare ass sharply. The professor simply gasped, but didn't move from her position. "Yeah, and speakin' of bitches..." 'Dave spanked her again, hard enough to leave a bright red mark on her pale ass, "You so hot you can't stop, ain't that right?" "I'm so hot..." Nancy's subdued voice rose from the other side of the couch. She kept mumbling. "Tell me you want it," Dave said, stepping up to tease his cock down the helpless professor's crack, "Tell me you want my black cock." "I want your black cock..." Nancy murmured. Sharon blinked in surprise, even as she stood there, masturbating herself like Dave had told her to do. Embarrassed, she wanted to stop, but found she couldn't. "Nah, turn around, slut," Dave said, "First you gots to get me ready... Suck my cock." Nancy hesitated, then turned. She wavered, having difficulty with her balance. She was blinking rapidly, but dropped to her knees, one hand taking Dave's cock. As Sharon watched in amazement, the older woman brought her head to the tip of the BZ Brother's swollen manhood. She licked at it awkwardly. Dave pulled his cock free & slapped her cheeks with it. "I said suck it, you dumb ho!" he scolded, "Don't need your hands to suck it." Professor Eller, eyes open but vacant, dutifully leaned forward, taking Dave's cock into her mouth. Sharon moaned as the erotic image, along with her strumming fingers threatened to make her cum. Her mind was working feverishly, though... Why was Professor Eller doing that? She knew the older woman wouldn't willingly have sex with any student, especially a BZ Brother... but she was... she was bobbing her head up & down on Dave's cock. Dave had his hands on his head... It was obvious he wasn't forcing her to do anything. He looked over at Sharon & smiled. "Ain't that the shit?" he chuckled, "Who knows when you'll find that inner slut... Just like you, right, BZ Bitch?" Sharon felt herself nod. She blushed. She wasn't like that, was she? Looking down at her naked body & still working fingers, she shivered at the reality. & still she couldn't stop. "OK, Professor Pussy," Dave said, patting Nancy on the head as if she was a dog, "I think that's good. Now tell me you want me to fuck you." He redirected his handheld camcorder as Nancy Eller looked up at him. "Fuck me." He smiled, slapping her face with his spit slicked cock. "I don't think you want it badly enough," he teased. "Beg for it." "Please fuck me," the agitated woman groaned, "I want it... Fuck me." Dave teased her face again. "OK, Prof P... show me how you want it." Biting her lip, the older women moved onto her back, legs spread lewdly, offering herself to the young frat brother. He nodded, "Ah, Missionary style... You want to see me, eh?" Nancy didn't offer an answer. He shook his head. "No, you gonna be my bitch, just like your little teacher's pet," he inclined his head toward Sharon, "You're gonna take it doggie style, bitch... Get on your hands & knees." Still wobbling visibly, Professor Eller complied. Dave moved behind the hapless woman, nodding his head. "You're a good match for your Pet," he praised her, "You got a better body than most of the TA's we bang," He slapped his cock over her bare ass as he moved to his knees behind her. "Now beg for it... Tell me you want this black cock." "I want... your black cock," Nancy managed. Dave moved closer. "Show me, bitch. Reach down... spread those flaps." Sharon watched as her Professor lewdly spread her labia. "Shimmy that ass." Nancy did. "Tell me if you're wet." "I'm wet," the words were a groan. "You know you need it... You need cock... Big black cock." "I need it," Nancy nodded. "Well go ahead, then," Dave teased over her wet & open seam, "Put me inside." Sharon shivered as she watched the woman who barely an hour before had been ranting about the evils of the BZ Brotherhood seemingly voluntarily reached between her legs, pulling Dave's cockhead to her sex. Her hips tilted & then Nancy Eller was pushing back, impaling herself on Dave's black snake. When she paused, Dave began to slip in & out, not even half of his shaft thrust into the hapless teacher. "Yeah, you a tight one," he praised, spanking her ass with one hand, still holding the camcorder with the other. He moved his hips, steadily working more of his cock into her bare sex. "Feel it?" he taunted, "You're getting broken in... You gonna beg for black cock from now on, isn't she Sharon." Blushing, Sharon could only nod... It terrified her, watching the change in Nancy; seeing the reflection of herself helpless beneath Dave's driving cock. "Go on," he slapped Professor Eller's ass again, holding himself in place, "Show how much you love it... Fuck that cunt on my cock." A whimper escaped Nancy's throat as she began to move back & forth more vigorously. "Tell me you feel it," he taunted. "I feel it.... So full... filling me up." "Making you hot," he reached down, tweaking her clit. Nancy's body spasmed. "So hot," she echoed, "So hot..." Dave resumed his thrusting hips, burying the rest of his meat on the next stroke. They maintained that steady rhythm, Nancy's panting breath loud in the room. He went on working her clit from the side, waiting... Soon enough he was sure she was ready. "You're gonna cum, aren't you, slut?" he taunted. Body rocking steadily, Nancy nodded silently. "Feel it, slut? You're gonna cum... You're gonna cum fucking my big black cock." A moan escaped the drugged teacher's throat. "Tell me what you want," he pinched her clit at that moment. "God," Nancy Eller moaned, body twitching again, "I want to cum... make me cum!" she kept going, "Make me cum... fuck me." "You want my cum?" Dave teased. They always said no... at first. "N-no," Professor Eller groaned, still rutting back against his steady thrusts, "Don't cum in me... No protection..." "But you want to cum." "Yesss!" the way she twitched he could tell she was close. He held off his next thrust, keeping himself almost out of her sex as she rocked back. She groaned, humping back still harder, then whined her need, ass swaying in an obvious invitation. "Tell me you want it... You want my cum so you can cum, too." Nancy tried to shake her head, 'no' he saw; she was fighting the drugs. Fortunately, need was a great persuader. He let her hold a few more inches of his cock, just for a second, while circling around her swollen, needing clit. Her stomach nearly pulsed with need. "Ahhh!" she managed, "I want it... I want to cum..." He spanked her ass & backed out again, waiting. "Give me your cock," she husked, "Fuck me... Give me your cum!" There... & all on tape. He slid into the ensnared Professor's cunt, pumping at her in short, hard strokes, barely backing out, easily driving her over the edge. As Nancy Eller spasmed & moaned in obvious orgasm, Dave sighed, letting go as well. He kept thrusting, though, keeping at it through the drugged woman's release, delighting in the reality of finally breaking the bitch... of making her his. "Stay right there," he demanded, pulling out when she'd quieted. He looked over. Though her eyes weren't fully glazed, Sharon was still steadily rubbing her bare sex as he'd instructed. He snorted, then raised a hand, 2 fingers raised in a 'V.' Less then a minute later, two of his fraternity brothers came through the front door as if they owned the place. "You wanna gang the bitch?" the first asked Dave, staring at the lewd position the Professor had dutifully maintained. Dave shook his head. "Nah, we need leverage, that's all," he pointed to Sharon, who hadn't taken her gaze off of Nancy Eller even at the new arrivals, "But she's all worked up... Might as well enjoy that, too, right?" The first of his brothers didn't bother asking his friend who would take who, opening his pants & dropping to his knees behind the helpless Professor. She groaned as he sank his cock into her in one stroke. Catching her hips, he began to hump at her as Dave caught the action on his camcorder. The second BZ Brother took Sharon's hand, pulling it from her dripping, more than ready sex. She offered no resistance when he led her through the door to her bedroom. Dave smiled when the springs on the bed began to squeak a moment later. He checked that there was enough weed in Sharon's tin, quickly cleaned the bong, & collected the remaining pills that had been spread out on the counter. Figuring in his head the rough number he thought the Professor had taken, he reasoned they had a couple more hours easy before she'd maybe start to come up. Flipping one of the diamond shaped blue tablets in his right hand, he returned, kneeling before the panting older woman. "Open your mouth," he said. Nancy did without pause. He fed her the pill, telling her to swallow. "What's that?" Andrew, the junior who was fucking her asked. "What's it look like?" Dave held out another of the tablets, "It's vitamin V, man... Viagra." "I thought that was just for guys," Andrew didn't slow the steady pace at which he was hammering into Nancy Eller. The bitch had given him a D forcing him to retake a stupid English course over the summer session. "Nah, it works on chicks, too," Dave said, "Some people say it's better... they can HAVE four hour orgasms & not go to the ER." He watched the drugged Professor... way too early for the drug to be working, yet, but it was hot as hell, watching her put out. "When you're done, you got anyone else waiting?" Andrew nodded. "Leroy & Samir are waiting in the car. Anquan & Gavin are at the house... they'll come whenever we call." Dave nodded, opening the front door & motioning for the others to come inside. They scrambled to join in the fun, agreeing as Dave went out the door to call the others right then. As Dave got into his car, chuckling at the line of cars in front of Sharon's place, he dialed Samir's number. The son of Middle Eastern rug merchants who had wisely brought their successful business to America years before the Towers fell, he was the Freshman assigned to the group. Even if he'd been giving it to Sharon or the Bitch, he'd be expected to pick up. "Yeah?" No point identifying yourself on a cell-- a house rule. "Good, man," Dave praised, "Don't mark them up... Remember Sharon's our golden goose." Samir snorted. Nobody was going to risk screwing up the best thing Shaun & Dave had brought to the house in years. "I want some swapping on film..." Dave went on. "Already on it," the younger BZ Brother answered, "Got 'em taking oral straight from anal & from the other's cooze, too." Samir & the boys were obviously enjoying their assignment. "Change the scene, too," Dave told him, "Get them both on the bed... you know, the usual. & make the bitch beg for it." "Internals?" Dave smiled at the question. "Oh yeah... but offer to let her swallow it. That'd work, too. Make her show the camera when she's done if she does that... & then beg for more." Samir was panting slightly & Dave was tempted to ask who he was doing, but let it go. "Already got some of that... She's taken a load each way." There was a pause & Dave heard the sound of someone's ass being spanked. There was a husky feminine groan of pleasure in response. "How long we got?" Dave checked his watch. "Sharon said she took a couple more, but she's not a total zombie... Figure another hour, tops." "OK..." Samir had obviously hoped for more time. "Hey, you can bust a nut twice in that time," Dave pointed out, "& there'll be plenty of time to play after that; I just want to be sure we get her home while she's still stoked. Take the handheld & do her at her place, too... We just can't have her acting out when you try to get her home." "Sure." "I know, I'm being a mother hen here," Dave offered by way of apology, "But be careful getting her home.. I want her looking slutty & used & obviously not caring who sees her like that... but don't get her arrested. & for God's sake don't get arrested..." Samir grunted his understanding. "I know you know the drill," Dave went on, "It's just this is really important, you know?" Another grunt he took as agreement. "I tell you what," Dave was driving through the campus, waving at several people he knew & some hotties he wished he knew. He made a mental note to ask the other Brothers who they were. "Leave your ride there. When you're done at the Bitch's place I'll swing by to pick you up. If you're still not ready to zip it up, our prize BZ Bitch will be more than ready, I'm sure." He signed off, whistling happily in the knowledge that almost the last resistance to the BZ Frat having free reign on campus had finally been neutralized. The idea of working Eller over with the others was almost enough for him to drive over to her place, but Dave wasn't about to risk it. The video would show she was 'entertaining' the others in her place, & there'd be no sign he'd been involved. If she went to the police it'd be her word against theirs... theirs & the ample video evidence they'd have. He'd have to ask how the vitamin V had worked. Reconsidering that, he tucked a couple pills away, deciding he'd see just how well they worked with Sharon sometime soon.... Although she was such a slut he wasn't sure he'd notice a difference. He parked & wandered into the Union, where he'd be sure to be caught on several cameras for his protection if Eller tried to squeal. He grabbed a burger & a drink, then sat with other students watching the college games on TV & wondering what it would be like to actually have to study to get through class... No, he didn't wonder what it was like; he wondered how the students with their noses buried in a book could stand it. He spent a few minutes idly counting the number of coeds he saw who'd be worth balling... then compared it to the ones he'd already had. Certainly there were more to be had, but he would've bet anything he'd been in more panties than any non-BZ Brother at school. & that was just the way it was supposed to be. Reluctantly he agreed that Shaun was probably right in suggesting they let Sharon cool her heels for a couple weeks after that weekend. She'd been great at the party the night before, & hadn't batted an eye at ensnaring Professor Eller, but then again, she probably thought the Professor had just been hiding that she was really a black cock slut... Shaun had been very clear he didn't want Sharon to think too much about what the pills meant... what she'd helped them do to her mentor. Dave still couldn't believe what a hot piece of ass the older married woman was; Sharon seemed to want it more each time they kept her away. He knew Shaun was wrestling with whether they'd have to tell her to visit home. It'd been weeks since she'd been back... at least back when anyone else was home. If hubby came asking around it could screw things up. He wondered just what her husband would think when he saw the... changes that had been made. On a whim, he made a couple calls. They had extra cameras & in short order some BZ Brothers had their marching orders; they'd wire up at least a couple rooms in Sharon's home sometime the following week, so the Brothers would have front row seats for whatever happened when the hot white wife eventually went home... *** Home, kids, & Chris were the farthest thing from Sharon's mind sometime later. The afternoon had been a haze of pleasure. She had no idea how many of the Brothers had been by. Giggling, she mused that there'd always been a ready supply of big hard cock. They'd played with both women non-stop, putting them side by side & taking turns 'speed fucking' them to see who would cum first. She'd cheered drunkenly when she'd managed to get the guy between her legs off before Nancy succeeded. The guys had changed it, then, challenging each other to see who could get the women off fastest. Though she'd tried desperately to cum, by then her Professor seemed a sexual dynamo; she'd moaned as she came barely 2 minutes after the guy thrusting into her had started, & she hadn't stopped, cumming seemingly continually as the BZ members went on enjoying both women. They'd used the radio in her bedroom, playing 'Musical Whores' with 7 guys moving from hole to hole until the music stopped. Though it'd been herky jerky, with cocks stabbing at her mouth, cunt, & ass instead of really fucking into her whenever the guys thought the music would stop, both women had remained visibly aroused, & Nancy Eller had climaxed repeatedly. The guys teased her, asking if she was a black cock whore yet, & she'd nodded, babbling between being fed cock that she wanted more... begging them to fuck her. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11 original story: Scipio story continuation by RogueAlan Author's Note: Though mentioned above & at the end of the last chapter, I am still getting questions about Chapters 1 through 3. Nick Scipio created Sharon, & has graciously let me run with her. The first three chapters are his, & are on LitErotica under his handle, Scipio555. While you're there, be sure to check out his 'Right Thing to Do' series. Along with JPB, Slirpuff, bakeboss, Poizon69, papatoad, his work is always worth a read. For those partial to the... humiliation & 'downward spiral' in Sharon, gobula's works may fit the bill. In any case, twelve is done. Thirteen is being fleshed out. Outline exists through 17. That should bring us through Sharon's freshman year, after which it may be time to leave her to your varied (sometimes fevered) imaginations. Who knows for sure. As ever, thanks to those who liked it & dropped a note... Kathy, Cheryl, Rob, SGG, et al, we'll try to keep you entertained in the chapters to come... & I continue to hope someone else will take a shot at writing a chapter or two occuring in Sharon's world... takers, anyone? Pax, RA Chapter 11: Home Field Advantage Two uneventful weeks passed. Two achingly boring, weeks during which Sharon didn't see Shaun or Dave. The week after she had gotten her new decorations and helped show Professor Eller the joy of being a ZB Sister, the frat had been preoccupied with an away football game, so there hadn't been a party. Sharon had hoped to see Shaun or Dave in class. It didn't happen. In her English Lit class Monday Professor Eller had been sick. On Wednesday the usually stern woman had seemed distracted. She hadn't met Sharon's gaze as was her usual habit while discussing some important point, and Sharon had left class feeling vaguely uneasy. She hoped her mentor wasn't angry at her. She was quickly distracted as she walked toward the Union as her eyes scanned the passing students for any of the ZB Brothers. No one was around. She saw guys eyeing her wherever she went, though, which made her feel good. Not that any of the boys she saw walking across campus stood a chance of winning her attention. She wasn't suffering from a lack of sex; each night two or three students or TA's or professors happened by to turn in a ZB chip. She dutifully put out, but found the sex wasn't satisfying, at best leaving her masturbating to the memory of being with Shaun or the other Brothers. Friday night she called Kelly, and the pair went out barhopping, eyeing the various men, before Sharon had admitted she was getting really horny waiting for the game to be over. Kelly had laughed, but she was puzzled, since she and Dave had been together twice that week, and she'd had sex with at least three of the other ZB Brothers, too. Sharon asked if Kelly thought they were punishing her for confusing ZB with BZ as she had for weeks. Kelly laughed, insisting that the frat used the letters interchangeably, and weren't 'hung up' with the Greek shit like most fraternities and sororities. Kelly told herself Sharon might have done something, though, to get the 'silent treatment' from the Brothers. And she knew better then to say something that Dave might not like, so she did not say anything else about Sharon's complaint. Between drinks Kelly pulled out the wheel of birth control pills she'd gotten at the Student Clinic, laughing that it was time for her 'daily vitamin' and adding that it went better with beer. Seeing the contraceptive reminded Sharon she needed to take care of herself-- she'd used too many of the 'morning after pills' since she'd started sleeping with Shaun. They went back to Sharon's place, enjoying a fine smoke before moving the party to the bedroom, enjoying a leisurely lesbian 69 before falling asleep entwined. It was delicious, but it wasn't the same as Sharon had grown to expect from the ZB Brothers. The sunshine lighting the room through the half open Venetian blinds was dazzling when Sharon regained consciousness. She murmured happily, though... In her dream she'd been enjoying a delicious licking from Dave. She moved her hands to her chest, registering dimly that the sheet was gone and her nipples were hard with the pleasure of her dream. God, it still felt good... Her hand trailed down to her crotch, intent on finishing what her dreams had begun. She moaned in surprise and pleasure finding a head already firmly planted between her splayed thighs. For an exciting moment she told herself it was Shaun before realizing the hair was long and remembering the night before. She shivered, moaning again as Kelly's tongue expertly worked at her aroused clit. Her hands came up, tweaking her love hardened nipples, the left toying with the ring that kept that side perpetually aroused. She spread her thighs, welcoming Kelly's attention, and cried out as the younger woman quickly brought her off. Eyes closed, she groped blindly until she found Kelly's right thigh at her left side. Kelly giggled between Sharon's thighs as the older woman pulled, signaling her desire to return the favor. Kelly shifted, never stopping her continued work on Sharon's still hot cunt, and gracefully draped her leg over Sharon's torso, bringing her own ready sex to the housewife's eager mouth and tongue. The sound of Kelly's pleasure, moaned against her own sex, was almost enough to get Sharon off again as she began to lick from top to bottom of Kelly's young seam. Giggling as her face was quickly coated with Kelly's flowing cream, Sharon refocused her attention, licking, then slurping hungrily at Kelly's clit until the young woman was shaking and crying out on top of her. Within a few minutes they'd rolled to their sides, continuing the most intimate kiss she could imagine, taking turns getting off until after almost 30 minutes they shuddered in a mutual final climax that left them panting, tangled on the sweat and honey soaked sheets. Sharon reluctantly got up, making coffee and egg white scrambles with wheat toast for them both. She absently wondered where the real eggs and English muffins had gone. After enjoying their post 'wake up sex' breakfast, Kelly hugged her good-bye, promising to call later in the day. Sharon showered, cleaned the small rental, and decided to go to the clinic to get on the pill. She pulled on a pair of impossibly tight jeans she couldn't remember having bought, threw on a ZB Bitch tank top, and over that donned the school hoodie she'd gotten at the Union. She locked up, walking to the campus and the clinic by the library. There was no line when she signed in, but she balked when the nurse at the front desk asked for her insurance card. "I, uh... I'd rather just pay for it in cash," Sharon stammered. The woman looked at her sternly over her ½ glasses. "You can take that up with your insurance company," the woman answered tersely, waiting expectantly for a moment. Sharon considered lying, telling the woman she did not have insurance, but she was not sure if the information was already in the college computer system. The last thing she wanted was to have Chris wondering why she was going on the pill. The nurse sighed theatrically and stomped off, grumbling to herself. Sharon was wringing her hands, looking at the nearly empty waiting room as she tried to decide what to do. Just as she was about to leave, a young coed seated near the front desk leaned over and caught her elbow. "You could go to the free clinic," the young woman suggested quietly. Sharon blinked at the stranger, not understanding. The woman handed her a thin business card. "Go to the free clinic," she repeated, "They'll help you without asking questions. Then she sat up, obviously not wanting the nurse to think they had been talking. Sharon smiled at the young woman gratefully, before hurrying back to her rental to get her car. She blushed, arriving at the clinic. She was sure she was only a few blocks from where she'd done the 'photo shoot' with Shaun. She became more flustered at the way her body responded to her memories of that night, amplified by the lack of big cock she'd been dealing with for weeks. Her discomfort was increased seeing that there was not another car in the clinic parking lot that was less than 10 years old. Her big SUV stood out like a sore thumb. Reasoning no one would be looking out to the parking lot, and aware she needed to get some protection, she jumped out, locked the doors remotely, and hurried inside. The dingy clinic was busy. She waited several minutes to give her name... offering her maiden name to reduce the chance anything would get back to Chris. When the plump woman at the desk asked her why she was there, she smiled and told the woman she needed to get some birth control. The woman tsked but marked the sheet Sharon had filled out, setting it in a box and directing Sharon to wait until her name was called. Sitting down, Sharon was acutely aware that most of the others in the cramped room were black or Hispanic. The men eyed her openly, a couple offering leering smiles. Sharon was embarrassed at the way her body responded to the presence of men... She shuddered at the momentary image of herself naked, draped over the dated plastic chairs being taken by a line of men awaiting treatment for one malady or another. It was just over an hour before she heard her name called. The first time she did not get up, having forgotten that she had given her maiden name. A diminutive Asian nurse led her down a maze of hallways to a small exam room, telling her to strip and don the white paper smock that was folded on the counter. "But I'm only hear for birth control pills," Sharon protested. The woman shrugged. "New intake visit. No worry, you no pay. Government grants pay for this," she answered, misreading Sharon's apprehension. "Dr. Brian will be with you shortly. Now change." Resigned, Sharon carefully stripped out of her clothes and put the useless paper gown on, squirming on the paper covering the cracked exam table pad and waiting. Time dragged by. "Eight needs a refill on the suppositories, and schedule 7 for a diagnostic mammogram," a baritone voice called from the hall as the door opened. A tall black man, about Sharon's age, stepped into the room, after pausing to slide a binder off of the door. "Hello," he began, "I'm Dr. William Brian. What can I do for..." his voice trailed off as he brought his attention to Sharon, seated on the old exam table. His eyes moved over her, seeming to linger on her face, making the housewife more nervous. "Who sent you?" the tone was harsh, and Sharon flinched, then shook her head. "No one," she paused, "I mean a girl at the University clinic suggested I come here... I just need birth control pills." The physician paused, as if he wanted to say something, then shook his head. He rubbed his right hand, holding a pharmaceutical pen, absently against his left shoulder as he sat on the stool opposite Sharon. "Uh-huh," Sharon was puzzled... It did not sound like he believed her. "You need birth control pills, eh?" Sharon nodded. "I'm sorry," she didn't know why she was sorry, but he seemed... angry. "I didn't mean to be a bother... I just thought I could get the pills and go, but your nurse... I mean your receptionist... She said I was a new intake." The physician rubbed his hand over his face, then looked at the chart, seeming unwilling to look at her again. "Right," he started again, "You're Sharon Guest." She nodded but when he didn't look up she agree aloud. "You live here in town?" He recited the address and Sharon agreed, wondering what was wrong. "You list here that you're a student?" "That's right... I'm taking English courses." He paused at that. Shook his head. Sharon felt a spark of annoyance. "I know, but my kids are in school, so..." "So you have children?" Sharon blushed; she had not noted that on the form. "How many pregnancies?" She answered, and the questions that followed, as the doctor ticked off notes on the form. He paused after a couple minutes and looked up at her. "Kind of incomplete data here, wasn't there?" Sharon shrugged. "You want to tell me why you're really here?" Sharon sniffed at his tone. "I already told you: I need birth control pills." He looked at her briefly. "But you could've gotten them at the school clinic." "Not if..." Sharon stopped herself. "I didn't like the attitude of the nurse there." He nodded. "So go to a private clinic... You aren't destitute," he said mildly. Sharon blushed. "No, but I don't have the money to pay for an office visit." "But you have insurance." "No," Sharon stopped herself before admitting she did not have insurance she wanted to use. The physician sighed, looking at her again briefly, eyes not quite meeting hers. He seemed to come to a decision, then nodded once. "All right, it's not my place to ask," he stood, taking the stethoscope from around his neck, "Just sit there for a moment..." He proceeded to listen to her lungs and heart, not noticing the way her breath caught when he slipped his hand under the collar of the paper gown to press the cold metal bell against her skin. Sharon tried not to react as he deftly checked her eyes, ears, mouth, and reflexes before having her lie back. He palpated her abdomen, listened, then leaned over and flipped a switch on the wall before stepping to the door. Sharon started to sit up. "No, just stay there," he cautioned, "My nurse will be in to get you ready in a moment." "Get me ready?" Sharon looked at the man standing in the doorway, "For what?" "For the pelvic exam, of course," he rolled his eyes and was gone before she could protest. Sharon shivered but did not move. A moment later a diminutive Asian in scrubs stepped into the room and began pulling sealed packages out of the cabinets and the drawers in the exam table. Without a word to Sharon she pulled the stirrups out of the table corners & moved Sharon's feet into position. After checking things, she flipped a second switch on the wall and sat in the chair on the opposite wall, poring over Sharon's chart. Several minutes passed before the door opened. The doctor paused, pulling latex gloves on before straddling the stool he had used before, wheeling casually to the end of the table between Sharon's spread ankles. His nurse stood, turning a lamp on that bathed Sharon's paper covered crotch with bright light, then sat back down. "OK, this will be cold..." He paused pushing the gown up, baring Sharon's crotch, and the housewife blushed at what he was looking at. "Don't see that sort of hygiene too much," he quipped, and the Asian leaned over, glancing in from the side before giving Sharon a pointed look. Sharon missed it, trying to control her breathing as the big black man put his fingers against her still clean shaven labia, spreading the outer lips as he placed a cold metal speculum in place. "Sorry, we can't afford the new plastic one time units that aren't as cold," he said in a practiced patter, "And I can't use any lubricant or the PAP might be compromised..." She felt the metal blades slide inside and spread, opening her up to the stranger's gaze. He deftly swabbed her cervix with what looked like a long q-tip, then repeated the process twice more before removing the speculum. Sharon had forgotten about the 'complete pelvic' as her physician at home usually stopped with the PAP. Standing, the surgeon moved closer to her naked groin, and without warning thrust 2 or 3 fingers into her. Sharon gasped, her back arching, her body reacting as it'd become used to over the past weeks. The doctor paused, looking at his nurse and shaking his head as he brought his free hand down on Sharon's bare stomach. "Easy now," he murmured, "This'll just be a moment..." She felt him shift from side to side, trapping her ovaries and briefly examining them before he removed his hand. Sharon was left struggling not to pant... or to ask him to do more. She wondered if he had noticed the way her clit had surged erect at his touch. He snapped off the gloves, then handed the vials with the q-tips to his nurse, who nodded and left. Sharon pulled the gown back down, sitting up and swinging her legs around to face the doctor as he sat down again. "OK," he started, "The PAP should be back by next week. "It's usually just a day or two..." Sharon caught herself too late. Dr. Brian nodded. "Yes, the private offices can do that... We can't." He shifted, "The STD screen may take a bit longer." "STD's?" Sharon repeated, blinking at him, "Why STD's?" The doctor shrugged. "Look, ma'am, you're away at school, I get it... You've... experimented," he paused, "So you don't want your husband to find out and you came here." He shrugged, "I just assumed you'd want to be sure you weren't carrying anything back to him." Sharon blushed but managed a nod. The doctor almost smiled. "Good... That feels like the first honest thing you've said, here." He looked away and shook his head. "I'm sorry... that wasn't fair. I don't mean to sound judgmental." Sharon just nodded her head. "So if you're wanting birth control I suppose you're... still experimenting." Not a question. Sharon almost expected him to stand and open his pants, demanding she 'experiment' with him. She managed a nod. He stood, turning to a row of pamphlets. "We have the pill, of course, but the hormones in someone your age pose more risk... Do you smoke?" "Not... I mean no," Sharon wondered why she couldn't just fib to this stranger. "Not tobacco," he finished, nodding, "Well, there's a new latex ring you insert... it lasts for a month and then you change it for a new one..." Sharon nodded, "But I've had other patients who were... experimenting who've had problems losing them." Sharon nodded but didn't understand. "If your partner is aware of it, he can usually tell if it's... been dislodged when he pulls out..." He looked at her, "But most college guys aren't particularly observant... and if it's a series of guys, well..." Sharon licked her lips nervously. "I don't think that would be a good idea." Dr. Brian smiled sardonically. "I agree. We could do the depo shot... that lasts 3 months. I still have some implantable... they last three years or more, but you can see where they sit under the skin..." Sharon shook her head at that thought. There was no way she could explain that to Chris. "I suppose condoms and foam are out..." "I've been using condoms," Sharon assured him, "But... well, just in case..." He nodded. "We have a new device... It's implantable through the cervix," he handed her a brochure, "But it's a surgery... It's not something our funding covers right now." "How much is it?" Sharon asked. "$800," he answered, "And unlike the other methods I've mentioned, it's permanent." Sharon knew the last thing she wanted was another pregnancy. She and friend had laughed that they should have hysterectomies, since they were through with babies. She decided she would start to save her money to have the procedure, but knew she needed a more immediate fix. "I think I'll save for that," she started, surprising Dr. Brian, "But for now... I guess the shot." He nodded and rose. "That will work," he paused, "But you'd be a perfect candidate for something that doesn't have the risks associated with the hormone therapy." Sharon tilted her head and waited. "We could put an IUD in place today." Sharon shook her head. "I remember those," she argued, "They killed some women when I was a little girl... I didn't think they were around anymore." Dr. Brian shook his head. "Oh no, those aren't around... There are newer ones now... They do the same thing but without the risk of sepsis and DIC that caused problems before." Sharon was skeptical. "Honestly, it sounds like your thinking is solid, but that concern... well, you don't need to worry about that. And you'd be done today and not have to come back every few months." Sharon wavered. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11 "Well, if that's what you think is best." He shook his head as if he couldn't believe that. "You get to choose... All the things you do you should be the one to decide, don't you think?" Sharon looked at him strangely, wondering why he was making that point. Of course that was true. "You'll still want to check back about the lab results... Our receptionist can call when they're back... That is," he seemed apologetic, "You gave a valid number?" "Of course," Sharon tried not to sound too put out, "The address and phone are correct." Why had she added that, she wondered. "That's refreshing," he said, "Usually we have to hope our patients will come back for results or any follow up." He paused, rubbing at his left shoulder again, "I'll get the nurse practitioner to come in counsel you about the IUD... We'll get it in in no time." Sharon thanked him, but Dr. Brian paused with his hand on the door. "Do you mind my asking you something?" Sharon hesitated, but shook her head. "I couldn't help but notice your earrings," he paused as her eyes went wide, a hand rising to clutch at the collar of her gown. "I'm sorry, I just wondered where you got them... it's an intriguing symbol." "Oh," Sharon was obviously relieved, "I mean... It's a school thing... I'm... You've heard of 'Little Sisters'?" Dr. Brian nodded, as some pieces fell into place. "I've heard of them," he answered, "So how did you choose a frat?" Sharon blushed. "I guess they sort of chose me," she shrugged, "I met some frat members doing a project in my sociology class." Without thinking she went on, "You've heard of Beta Zeta?" The doctor's eyes narrowed momentarily. "I've heard of them..." he didn't continue, "And you like being a... a Little Sister?" Sharon blushed, feeling as if the man knew just what being a ZB Sister meant. "It's been fun... Sometimes it's work, and it's not what I thought I'd be doing. "That's what prompted the..." he gestured at her crotch, "Decorative trimming?" Sharon nodded. "They used a laser," she went on without thinking about it, "I've been amazed how long it's lasted..." She paused as the physician put a hand on the doorframe. "Uhm, you didn't know that laser epilation is semi-permanent?" Sharon frowned. "No, what does that mean?" The doctor sighed. "It means most of the hairs they laze don't grow back... Sure, some will, but nothing like was there before... You're pretty much going to have that vee unless you have them... alter it more." He could tell from the authentic expression and gasp that the patient had had no idea. He put his hands out in front of him, "Hey, it's not my place to say anything, but maybe you need to step back and see if this is really what you want..." Sharon was shaking visibly, eyes unfocused. "Are you alright Ms. Guest." "Sobel," Sharon answered instinctively, then, "I mean, yes... I just... Yes, I'm fine... and I thank you for your concern," She hopped up, reaching for her jeans, "I assume I can get dressed..." she tried to laugh. Dr. Brian shook his head, motioning for her to wait as he opened the door. "Oh no, sorry... you might as well stay in that gown... We'll have to put a speculum in again to get access for the IUD." Sharon nodded, realizing she should have thought of that. She sat back on the table, not thinking that she'd just shown the physician her naked bottom and the ink decorating her back. "I apologize if I was... if I was abrupt, Ms. Guest," his smile was somehow sad, Sharon thought, "I didn't mean to take out my issues on you." She waved away his apology. "Oh, don't worry, I've had worse," she assured him, "I should be thanking you for your time and concern." Unsure what else to say or do, the physician stepped into the hall and closed the door. He made a mental note to keep tabs on his new patient; he knew just what damage the ZB could do... Sharon waited uncertainly, and momentarily a harried older woman bustled into the room and introduced herself at one of the clinic's ARNP's. She reviewed the procedure mentioning a handful of risks before thrusting a form into Sharon's lap. Sharon started to read the small print, but realized nurse Toombs was anxious to get on with it. She figured she had already talked to Dr. Brian about it; he'd said it was safe. She scrawled her name, nearly forgetting to use her maiden name, then lay back at the woman's direction. It was through in short order, and there was only a pinch when she pushed a guide through Sharon's cervix to deploy the device. Sharon asked how they would remove it if she wanted it out. "Oh, there's a thin string... If you're worried, just... well, just put your fingers in and when you find the string you'll know you're ok." "Will anyone... I mean will my husband... Well," Sharon could not believe she had to ask. "Will he notice the string?" The woman laughed and shook her head. "Goodness, no... He'd have to have a tongue like a frog to get that far into you, and... let's just say the penis is sensitive but not THAT sensitive." She pushed back, patting Sharon's bare knee with her gloved hand. "There, we're all done. Nothing to, it, was there?" Sharon agreed. She accepted more pre-printed pages, including a prescription for 2 days' antibiotics and a handful of pain pills if she needed. The nurse returned after Sharon had dressed, leading her into another room and drawing 3 test tubes of blood before Sharon knew what was happening. Keeping her arm bent to anchor the cotton ball, she followed the little woman out of the maze of halls to the reception desk where they had her sign her name again and again. Sharon acknowledged they could give her results through the cell number she had provided, and accepted the little business card upon which an impossibly young woman had scrawled the date they had scheduled for her 'annual exam' the next year. It was well after lunch and Sharon was aware that she was hungry as she hurried out of the clinic for the Range Rover, glad to be getting out of there. She was only ½ way to her car, though, when a voice called after her. "Sharon?" She paused, looking back to see an older black man had followed her out of the clinic. She looked around, wondering if she was about to be asked to perform some sex act there in the parking lot. "Excuse me?" she said, "Was there a problem with the paperwork?" He didn't look like an employee, but who knew. He was amused by her question. "Hell if I know," he chuckled, "It is you, innit?" Sharon stared at him, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm really very busy..." "I'll bet you are," the man leered at her, "Sharon S... hottest black cock whore in years." Sharon felt her face pale. She stared at the man, trying to place him. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she stammered... he wasn't acting like a ZB Brother. "Oh no," he wagged a finger at her, "I seen all your movies. I knew it was you the moment you came in." Sharon had stopped hearing him at the mention of 'all of her movies,' though. "I tol' my buddies you were working right here... some o' them are students at the university," he seemed proud of his deduction, "But they said it couldn't be... After all, you've done big ol' Rex Iron. Sharon shook her head. She was certain she had never met someone named Rex Iron. "I'm afraid you're mistaken," she shook her head as if that would convince him. "Oh no... you did a sexy striptease... several of 'em, actually... Then you and another hottie did the guys in your bedroom... Then it was a shower scene with the other younger chickie... Then you pretended you was on a beach... I was watching it the third or 4th time before I realized it wasn't really a beach," he offered a gap toothed grin, "But then, the background ain't what I was watching." Sharon listened in horror... She knew he'd just described--very loosely-- the events the night she had done the clothing test shots for Shaun. Somehow this man had seen her... But he'd said he'd seen her on video. She realized he hadn't stopped, "... that'd be the best I'd ever see of you, but that one you just did?" She just stared at him. "You know, that contest with the other girls? That was hot, I'm telling' you... I still imagine you're slurping at me and smoking a big ol' fattie..." the man got a faraway look in his eyes. Sharon felt like the ground had been yanked out from under her. Surely this man couldn't know... She realized he was looking at her again... 'that' look that she'd gotten used to. She hated the way it made her feel... like she might do anything this scary stranger asked her to do. "So how about it?" the man leered at her. Sharon leaned away from him.. Was he seriously asking her to do something with him? "I got me one of them fancy phones... it takes pictures. Can I take my picture with you?" Sharon managed a smile as she relaxed slightly. "I guess that's fine," she managed, "Right here?" The old man nodded enthusiastically. "Sure... It don't take too great a picture beyond a few feet anyway, but my buddies will know I ain't lying." Sharon let the man turn, putting his right shoulder against her left. He hesitantly draped his arm around her back, then smiled at his free hand as he held it out, pushing the button repeatedly. After a few seconds he pulled it back and looked at the screen intently. "There, those'll do the trick!" he beamed at her, "Thank you very much." Sharon nodded. "If it's not too much trouble..." the man hesitated. Sharon looked around, fresh concern he had ulterior motives springing to mind. "I, uh... I have a couple of your DVD's in my car. "My... Oh, the movies you mentioned?" Sharon tried to sound casual; she was desperate to see what the old man had. "What about them?" The old man licked his lips nervously. "Well... I know it's imposing, but if you'd maybe sign a couple of them?" Sharon waved her hand, "Oh, it's no problem... You're a fan, after all, right?" The old man nodded. "Girlie, you've got... Hell, you've got so many fans I'd bet you win some award come the next adult awards." Sharon had no idea what he was talking about, but followed him to a sagging Chevy Nova with a mismatched fender. He opened the driver's door and pushed the seat forward, rummaging in the back and talking to himself. A moment later he stood up, holding what looked like any DVD movie Sharon had ever bought at Best Buy. She waited with feigned patience as he rummaged through the front until he found a Sharpie with an unexplained sticky material on the barrel. He wiped it off on his threadbare slacks, then apologetically handed both items to her. Sharon found herself staring down at a commercial quality DVD case advertising 'Housewife's Black Dream.' Below a list of names including Rex Iron ended with 'Introducing Sharon S.' The cover showed a bedroom, a classroom, and a beach, but there was nothing explicit. She absently turned the case over, nearly groaning aloud at the still photos showing her in the shower kissing the other girl who'd been there that night. Sharon was embarrassed to realize she couldn't remember her name. She resisted the urge to check the front of the case. Her eyes were glued to the other images... the lesbian shower scene the 'tame' image on the case teaser. There was a picture as she wantonly stripped, most of both breasts visible, a tiny skirt akimbo on her hips, exposing the tight thong revealing her camel toe as she stared at the camera, licking her lips. The third image was taken from slightly behind her, as someone was thrusting into her from behind, while her face was mostly buried in another man's groin. Mostly, because it'd been taken to show the side of her face as she slurped hungrily at a strange black cock. And at the bottom were two pictures showing her leaning back on the beach towel, looking up at the men surrounding her, one hand reaching up to cup another cock, while the slightly grainy image to the right was of her spread out on her back, a big black man lunging over her... into her. She stared at the image of her head, thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, her nails digging into the man's shoulders and back. She pressed her thighs together at the shiver of pleasure she felt, even as she was horrified at the reality: she was on the DVD having sex with several total strangers. There was no way anyone who saw it wouldn't know it was her. "That's my favorite," the old man said, seemingly unaware of Sharon's reaction to the movie, "But you never disappoint." "Thanks," she stammered, then considered signing over the most revealing part of the photo before she realized that it wouldn't matter-- the picture was beneath the plastic sleeve of the case. "How many have you seen?" She opted to open the case, signing the disc, which had a black and white image of her leaning down, being taken from behind by the man she assumed was Rex Iron. Though she wanted to deny it, just seeing the photo increased her body's arousal as she remembered how wonderful it'd felt as he'd pounded into her. She scrawled Sharon S over the disc, reminding herself to stop at the 'S,' then closed the case. She'd unconsciously taken the single sheet flyer on the inside of the case, which advertised 'others in the ZB series of fine films.' "Dunno... I've got... four. But most are just a little with you... There're several 'ZB Party' discs that I hear you're on... I've ordered a couple but they haven't arrived yet." He paused, seeing what she had in her hand, "Hey, I might need that." "Oh," Sharon looked down, "I'm sorry, I just thought..." She couldn't bring herself to put it back, "I just wondered what other movies they've got with me in them." The man offered a leering smile. "Like within' yourself on TV, eh?" he slapped a thigh, "I knew it! A buddy insisted you didn't even know about the movies." Sharon managed a weak laugh, "Another claimed you ain't even married." She smiled absently, not wanting to pursue that issue. "Though I see you got that nice ring... you are married, ain't you." the man wasn't really asking, but Sharon nodded, anyway. "Yes," she held up the sell sheet, "Can I keep this? You said you had others, so..." The man rubbed his chin. "Well, it's got some pretty nice pictures, if you know what I mean.." Sharon glanced down to see graphic but not explicit photos suggesting what 'other offerings' showed. She was relieved she wasn't the 'star' of any of them. "Tell you what," the man was staring at her again, "If I get a little... you know, you give me a little show, and it's yours." Sharon shook her head. "No, I can't do that," she started, "We have to be careful who we're with." The man managed to flush as he choked a laugh. "Oh no, sweet cheeks," he smiled even more broadly, "I seen what you did to ol' Rex... You'd kill me, sure. But I'm thinking I'd have something to put in that case, see?" Sharon opened her mouth, surprised at what the man was suggesting. "Show you... show myself to you? Right here?" The man shrugged. "You don't have to strip nekkid or nothin' though that'd be jus' fine," he chuckled in a wheeze. Sharon stared at him. He sighed, "Tell you what... I like that piercing you got... you know, in the nipple? That's shit hot..." He moved back a step, "I promise I won't touch you," he looked around, maneuvering so he was between her and the clinic, "No one'll see... Just lift that top and show me a titty." Sharon didn't want to. She looked around, horrified at the thought someone would see, and only partially mollified when there was no one else around and when she realized no one else in the area would know her, anyway. Besides, she reasoned, he'd already seen her... knowing about the piercing was proof of that. She needed to hang on to the sell sheet. Biting her lip, Sharon caught the bottom of her sweatshirt and raised it, hooking the lower edge of her 'ZB Bitch' tank top as well, carefully exposing just the left breast. She'd looked down as she did it, and gasped in surprise when she looked up to see the old man pointing his camera phone at her. There was a 'click' noise, and he stepped back 3 steps, after which she heard the 'click' again. "Hey!" she pulled her clothes back down. The man laughed happily. "Can't blame me for wantin' to remember this... I ain't never met a porn star in the flesh before." Sharon wanted to argue that she wasn't a porn star, but the flyer she was clutching in her left hand argued otherwise. She waved at the man, who locked up his car and headed back toward the clinic as she returned to her SUV. She sat in the plush leather seat for several minutes, barely aware that she was shaking as she started down at the flyer she had flashed a stranger to retain. She parked at the rental, walked to the campus, and tried unsuccessfully to study for an hour before wandering to the cafeteria. She bought coffee and a salad, but found she was not really hungry. The knowledge of the flyer selling her 'performances' nestled in her bag weighed heavily on her mind. After picking at her lunch for awhile, she took out her cell phone and called Kelly. The young woman answered after the second ring. "Hey Shar'," she said. "Kelly?" Sharon thought her friend sounded funny. There was something in the background she couldn't place. She heard the thump of music, but that wasn't it. "Yeah..." There was a pause, "I'm... I'm a little occupied just now..." Abruptly Sharon understood: Kelly was having sex. She giggled, and heard Kelly's answering laugh shift to a low moan. "Well, if you aren't too tired when you're done there I wondered," she paused, did she really want to do this? She decided she had to, and Kelly would be a great help. "Would you be interested in visiting home with me?" "Sure..." Sharon found herself focusing on the sound of the bodies moving together. She pressed her thighs tight, wishing she was getting off like that. "I won't be too much longer," Kelly panted, and Sharon guessed her friend was doing some 'work' instead of having fun with one of the Brothers. "What should I bring?" "Just yourself and a change of clothes..." Sharon paused, considering what clothes she and probably Kelly had available, "Forget that... We'll do some shopping when we get there; my treat!" "OK." There was a long pause. Sharon heard a masculine groan, and the subtle noises stopped. Kelly was breathing hard in the phone. "God that's good... Thanks, sweetie," Bedsprings squeaked as someone rolled away from the other, "I don't mean to rush you, but I've got a date with a girlfriend... thanks." Her attention came back to the phone. "See, told you I'd be done soon. You wanna pick me up?" Sharon agreed, then packed up her things and returned home, aware of mixed anxiety and happiness at the thought of going home for a day. She picked Kelly up, feeling a little jealous the younger woman had clothes that weren't limited to school mascots and ZB themes, but then they were going to do some shopping, she reminded herself. Kelly piled into the front seat of the Range Rover and they headed for the highway. "So why the trip home?" Kelly asked after Sharon had merged with traffic. "I haven't been home for weeks," Sharon shrugged, "I don't know if they'll even recognize me." "And having me along..." "Will help explain some of the... changes," Sharon admitted, "Thanks for coming." "That's what being a BZ Sister is all about," Kelly pointed out. "ZB Sister," Sharon corrected. Kelly laughed. "I told you, they go both ways... mostly Dave says 'BZ' when he's talking." Sharon nodded. "But the shirts..." Kelly shrugged. "And also this..." Sharon had tried to decide how to show Kelly what she'd learned, but there wasn't an easy way to say 'hey, by the way were you aware that we're porn stars, now?' so she simply held up the flyer. Kelly took it, and Sharon watched the younger woman's eyes go wide as she looked it over. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11 "Oh my God!" she looked up at Sharon, "This isn't... are you in this?" Sharon nodded, glad Kelly hadn't known about it, either. She was surprised the younger woman wasn't more alarmed, though. Kelly looked at the flyer, a smile tugging at her lip. "You think it's funny?" Sharon couldn't keep the sarcasm from her voice. "No," Kelly rolled her eyes at the obvious answer, "I just... damn, I never thought I'd be a movie star. That's kind of cool." "Not a movie star," Sharon argued, "A porn star." "Yeah, like Jenna Jameson," Kelly sat back, "My friends won't believe it..." "I can't tell anyone about it!" Sharon argued, "It'd ruin me. I can't understand how it happened... Shaun and Dave said the cameras were just for them when they were," she stopped, shaking her head, "I don't remember signing anything." "Remember those releases that first night?" Kelly pointed out. "Yeah, but they weren't movie releases, were they?" Sharon hesitated; she'd nearly convinced herself she could force the Brothers to pull her movies arguing she hadn't given permission. She shook her head, "I've been stupid. Even if they didn't have my signature a single photo getting to Chris and it's all over." Kelly shrugged sympathetically, pointing at the flyer. "I know I was there when this one was filmed," she'd indicated a movie advertised in the middle of the page, "I remember getting off with one guy after another... It was like I was a nymphomaniac that night." Sharon nodded. "Yeah, I'd made a big impression on somebody acting just like that." "Really? You mean you have a fan?" Sharon shuddered at the thought. "Yeah... he approached me at the free health clinic of all places. God, I can't believe it... I'm ruined... I can't believe they'd do this..." The women were silent for a mile or two. "What are you going to do?" Kelly asked then. "I don't think there's anything I can do," Sharon replied, "It's not like there aren't already hours of film with me doing... everything. And I can't argue that I was being forced... I've been so stupid." "Hey, it's not like you're the only one," Kelly pointed out, having thought about it for a few miles. "I mean, I love what we're doing," Sharon nodded without really thinking about it, "But I hadn't really considered that someday-- I mean after I've graduated-- say I'm getting ready to marry a guy... I don't think it'd be so cool to have pictures like this of me out there." Sharon nodded. Kelly opened her phone and began to peck at the screen. "What are you doing?" Sharon asked. "Well, I'm guessing these aren't just available locally." Sharon obviously didn't understand. Kelly nodded, turning the phone to show the older white housewife, "Internet site selling ZB Productions." Sharon groaned at the picture of her doing a sultry striptease before a group of young black men that was the site's front page. "You know what they say... once it's on the web, it can't be pulled back." Sharon nodded, struggling to find a way to contain the damage. She couldn't believe people could get a look at her behaving like such a slut free on the web... even with their cell phone. "Even if Chris wouldn't kick me to the curb for cheating on him once, and I suspect he would... if he ever found out I'd cheated on him with a black guy... or guys..." Sharon shook her head. "I'm ruined if he ever finds out." "So what're you going to do?" Kelly asked, tucking the flyer into the Range Rover's glove box. Sharon shrugged. "I don't think there's anything I can do... I just have to hope my husband or his buddies never decide to go surfing the net for interracial porn." "Are you going to keep... you know?" Kelly was starting to understand why Dave had given strict instructions she was to find out how Sharon was 'feeling' about being a 'BZ Sister.' She looked at the shaking older woman, "I mean, I don't think I can just give it up, you know?" "If I don't every time I... each thing I do just increases the likelihood someone I know will see... They'll have to decide if it's worth their being considered a perv for looking to show Chris what his 'loving 'wife' is doing away at school... By Christmas break I'll have been in so many videos everyone will know me," Sharon paused at that horrific image, "But if I stop they could easily email Chris even worse images, you know? I'm trapped.... I can't stop." Sharon sighed, aware that she was more than a little aroused, having made that decision, "And you know what? I like it... No, God, I love it... I can't imagine not doing this... It's the best sex I've ever had." "Hey!" Kelly pouted teasingly, "What about last night... and this morning?!" Sharon smiled. "Oh, I was just including that... If I hadn't started... If I wasn't sleeping around as a BZ Sister I'd never have considered sleeping with another woman. And maybe that's what scares me," she admitted, "Even if I watched Dave or Shaun mail a package with all the movies to my family, I'm not that I'd be able to stop, damn it... If I had all of the pictures & the videos, and knew I was safe... I don't think I'd be able to stay away." Kelly just nodded, knowing Dave and Shaun would be pleased to hear that. On a whim, she reached over, deftly slipping her hand down the front of Sharon's tight jeans. She easily slid a finger into the older woman's dripping wet sex. "Uh huh," she agreed, "Just talking about it has you about to soak your jeans," she teased, and began to work Sharon's seam with 2 fingers, while pressing a third against her clit. The car veered as Sharon responded immediately. "Watch out or we'll have to blow a Highway Patrolman not to get arrested." Sharon struggled to keep the big SUV steady as Kelly got her off in a few minutes. She reached across, returning the favor, and when both women had climaxed, the tension in the car had eased. "You know," Kelly said, stretching languidly, "If you told them you were OK on camera, but that your husband couldn't find out maybe they'd let you wear a mask or something." Sharon shrugged, doubting they'd agree to that. "Besides, I doubt your husband or his friends are spending time surfing the net for interracial porn." Sharon had to laugh at the image of Chris doing that. The thought of some of her son's friends or their fathers seeing her and realizing they'd 'seen her' elsewhere, though. She shuddered anew, imagining what they might demand as the price to keep quiet... and what she'd be willing to do to protect her marriage. Sharon automatically avoided the malls closest to home, an unconscious step to separate her at school and at home personas. She used her plastic liberally, buying 3 nice but not extravagant outfits for herself and Kelly. The younger woman, of course, chose more revealing outfits, but even Sharon had to admit her taste in clothing had changed since the start of school, and in more than just her selecting a lace bra and thong panties. She chose higher heels with an open toe, shorter skirts, and blouses that could show off her cleavage if she wanted to do so. In case they used the indoor pool or spa, they also chose swim suits, and Sharon did not think twice before selecting a 2 piece bikini, albeit one in her size instead of the impossibly small set the BZ Brothers more appreciated. Satisfied, she grabbed some small gifts for the rest of the family, pleased at the selection of hoodies and sweats for her school available at the sports store. After packing their bags into the car, Sharon turned for home, struggling not to sound like a mother hen as she warned Kelly her son would be all eyes, her daughter was far too precocious, and her husband was just stiff enough he might throw her out just because of the piercing and ink. "Remember, they don't know what I'm doing as a ZB Sister." Sharon couldn't keep from reminding her friend. Kelly rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. You can't mention sex or drugs, either." "I can't mention weed?" Kelly pouted, taking a zip lock bag out of her purse, "But I was ready to really party when I heard about the indoor pool." Sharon shook her head vehemently. Kelly giggled, "Maybe I'll take a morning skinny dip and if you get an itch for... anything you can join me." Sharon stared at the younger woman in horror. "You wouldn't!" Kelly's smile grew. "Or maybe your hubby would come down and find me... We've shared the other guys, maybe if Chris fucks me he wouldn't overreact to what we do at school." Sharon's expression was so severe Kelly couldn't keep at it, "Relax, Sis... I'm kidding." Then as Sharon relaxed visibly, she added, "Mostly. But sex in the pool does sound delicious, doesn't it?" Kelly whistled at the almost mansion in which her friend lived. They carried the various bags in from the car and Sharon put hers down, then helped Kelly carry hers to the guest room, pausing to announce over the intercom that she was home. By the time they'd reached the spacious guest bedroom, pounding feet signaled the approach of Sharon's kids. Sharon squealed and hugged them each in turn, tugging them into the guest room where introductions were made and the women began to answer the questions peppering them. Yes, school was fun. Yes, there was homework but not too much. Yes, they'd made friends. They were in a fraternity 'sister' group. Yes the new hair and nails were to fit in with the crowd... Kelly giggled, as Sharon hadn't lied. Scott, her younger child, a junior in high school, couldn't tear his eyes from the young college coed. He blushed handsomely when she caught him staring, but a moment later he was staring again. Almost as funny, though, Catherine, Sharon's 18 year old daughter, couldn't stop looking back from one woman to the other. Kelly could tell the senior had questions she was holding back until Sharon wasn't around. The girl... woman, really, looked like a younger slightly more willowy version of her mother, and Kelly found herself wondering how she would taste... what it would be like to feel Catherine writhing and moaning beneath her tongue. She shook the thought away, but it didn't go far. Both kids eagerly threw their new hoodies on, then carried the other various loot Sharon had so recently purchased to their rooms. Sharon introduced Kelly to Rosalita, the live in maid who eyed them both sternly, as if she somehow knew what they had been up to. Both women beat a hasty retreat, only to giggle at their reaction as Sharon showed her friend and BZ Sister the rest of the house. Buffered by the similar hair style and piercing of Sharon's new friend, as well as the assurance by their kids that the changes he saw in Sharon 'were cool,' Chris reluctantly admitted that the new hair color and the high piercing were attractive. He was a little surprised when Kelly launched into a wild tale of all of the 'BZ Sisters' going and getting their navels pierced, insisting that Sharon stand with her to show off the new look, but again, it wasn't just his wife telling him she had done something crazy and trying to convince him it'd been part of a hazing ritual or some sort of Greek rite of passage... her friend had obviously done the same thing. And seeing the calm reaction of the kids, Chris scolded his initial misgivings about the 'new Sharon' as being stodgy and resolved to see just how much younger his admittedly stunningly attractive wife was acting. The game was that night, and was nationally televised. They sat together in the rec room cheering the team to a close victory that only school faithful had expected to occur. Between plays, the women went on about their classes, and the school functions they'd attended, and the various things the 'Sisters' had done. Chris wasn't surprised by Kelly's explanation that Sharon was the 'mother hen' of the group, keeping the younger women from getting into trouble. He was pleased she was helping the team with tutoring, and admitted Sharon looked more at peace with herself... more 'at home in her skin' than she'd been before heading to college. Sharon pointed out some of the players she'd 'tutored,' relieved that she really had done some work with the team at Shaun's insistence, so she could name several of the white players as well as her BZ Brothers. Kelly pouted that they had to be available day or night and on weekends to help with studies, but didn't get to go along for away games. A volleyball player with a shot at a NCAA scholarship school, Catherine wanted to know if the women had similar help for their studies and both women assured her they were sure they did. Scott wished aloud that he had tutors to help with his class, suggesting Sharon and Kelly could come back on free weekends and offer him their services. Sharon had been drinking when he said it, and she nearly choked, but Kelly just laughed and told her youngest he'd have to get to college before they could help him out. She glared at the younger woman, who just giggled and winked. After Chris' almost pleased response to the new 'decorations' she and Kelly had shown off at dinner, Sharon had relaxed through the evening, but after the kids had headed up to bed, followed shortly thereafter by Kelly, she suddenly remember he hadn't seen ALL of the new decorations. She abruptly decided unless he noticed she was not going to mention the tattoos... Too much too fast, the told herself. The nipple ring, though... he'd have no way to miss that. She hoped he'd buy her 'I did it for you' routine. She knew her story might mean having to put up with more sex when she was home than she'd been used to, but she couldn't honestly say that was a bad thing; more than once during the night she'd found herself wishing they were alone so she could be parading around naked, teasing her husband into a 'little fun,' as he'd euphemistically called it when the kids were young. Reluctant to have the ink seen, Sharon opted not to shower, putting the sexiest nightie she could find in her drawer on instead, then touching up her makeup while Chris finished making sure the house was closed for the night. "Is the pool ready to use?" she asked, remembering he sometimes neglected the chemicals until they were going to be swimming. "Sure," he paused, in the main doorway, eyeing her where she stood silhouetted in the doorway of her walk-in closet. "Were you wanting to swim?" She giggled at the suggestion in his voice. He'd tried to get her to go skinny dipping ever since they'd built the pool, but she'd always refused, worried about the kids coming in. She shook her head, "Maybe tomorrow... you have to wait a couple more years before you can talk me into that," she reminded him. He nodded and smiled. "Can't blame a guy for trying." She stretched, aware he was still watching her. "Oh, I definitely want you to try," she purred, moving across the darkened bedroom toward their bed, "Shall we?" Chris closed the door, locking it behind him. Sharon was pleased at the spark of arousal she felt, knowing her husband wanted her... wanted to have sex. It was nice proof she wanted him, too. She lay back on the bed, "I hope you like the surprises I have for you..." "Surprises?" Chris was stripping out of his clothing as he approached her side of the bed. "It doesn't look like you could hide much like that..." He paused, bending to kiss her. She kissed him back hungrily. "Mmm," she purred, "It's been too long." He nodded, kissing her again. "Like when I was in school and you were working in that other town." She nodded, remembering those weekends. "I used to think every day would be like that when we were together." She giggled... That would mean sex every day. She realized they hadn't ever done that... Maybe 2 or 3 days in a row, but she doubted they'd gone 5 days in a row... Ever. She couldn't remember the last day she'd gone without having some sort of sex. She blushed at the intrusive comparison. "Well, once we get the kids out of here," she whispered, "We'll be able to do it anytime, anywhere." He laughed. "What about Rosalita?" "She can't have you," Sharon answered, "You're mine." He laughed again. "I'll have to send you to school more often." He kissed her again, moving over her on the bed. "On top of the covers, tonight?" It was meant in fun, but reminded her she'd always insisted on sleeping-- and having sex-- beneath the sheets, even in the middle of summer. She shrugged. "I told you, I have some surprises... Kelly insisted a couple little touches would have you going like a stallion." He was intrigued, she could tell. "Just having you home has me ready to be a stallion," he pointed out. She reached down, aware she hadn't usually been so brazen, and struggling to find the right mix of housewife and BZ Bitch as she ran a finger along his erection, through his boxers. "I see," she paused, "Well, almost... I think you have too many clothes on." His chuckle spurred her arousal. God, she wanted him. Still tickling his erection through the cotton fabric, she used her free hand to pull him down into another kiss. A moment later, the fabric shifted and was gone... He'd pushed his boxers down with one hand, bracing himself above her. "Mmm, better," she purred wrapping her hand around him. He tilted, awkwardly kicking the underwear off. "You're quite forward, tonight," he said, and she correctly took it as praise. "We don't have time to waste," she answered, "If I'm really good I might convince you to do it again in the morning." He laughed again. "OK, you convinced me." He kissed her again, "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Sharon giggled. "Spending time around Kelly and the other girls has meant I've learned a lot," she admitted, "There are things these girls do almost casually I never thought of doing," she paused, "Or never thought it was right to do?" "Oh really," he said, "Tell me more." She kissed him, then pushed for him to sit up, astraddle her thighs. "No, I'll show you... and before you get all excited, THEY may think oral sex isn't even really sex, but I'm not there yet..." She could tell he was disappointed... She'd hoped he'd be disappointed. "I'm not saying I wont' try it... Kelly seems to think it's THE way to get a guy to be putty in your hands," she paused, "But Kathy says to be good you have to have your tongue pierced, and that just sounds gross." "Oh, I don't know," Chris might've hoped for a blow job, but he wasn't going to pout about it, she knew, "Maybe it'd be the 'cool thing' to show your friends here during summer break." Sharon giggled. "Now you're trying to guess my surprise," she said, pouting playfully. "OK, before you spoil it... unwrap your presents," and she held her arms over her head. Chris paused, then caught the hem of her nightie and started to lift. While the lights were low-- just from the ½ closed bathroom and closet doors-- Sharon knew he'd see her 'manicured' pubic thatch. Sure enough, he paused, "Something new?" he teased. Sharon giggled. "Kelly suggested it... It's a lot easier to clean, now, and the girls insisted it'd make things feel better. If you remember it was short last time..." He nodded, and she was surprised-- she'd assumed he just hadn't noticed, "That was a 'home job' and it was a mistake... I didn't like feeling like I was pretending to be a little girl. This feels... sexier. Do you like it?" His fingers traced the thin line of pubic hair, pointed toward her seam. "I think I could get used to this," he teased, dipping his finger down over her sex and pressing firmly. Sharon's breath caught and she pushed herself at him, ready to have him take her then and there. "What's it make better, though?" Sharon giggled. "Oh, if you expect me to start acting like the girls act today, I assumed you'd want to return the favor. Kelly said you'll like this." Chris licked his lips suggestively. Sharon was relieved he was so open to the change. And she was more than a little surprised. "There's more," she managed in a purring moan, "I think you'll like this more..." He was obviously puzzled, but dutifully lifted her nightie, baring her breasts. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12 Originally Nick Scipio Story continuation RogueAlan NOTE: new readers, this should mostly stand alone, but there's lots you've missed, apologies, but I hope you find some good bits in the past chapters. I have outline through chapter 17... beyond that, i think we'll have to leave Sharon to your imaginations. As ever, I welcome an attempt to pick up any of the 'side characters' & spin your own yarn about the story... it wouldn't be fair, otherwise, considering Scipio's generous consent to this. a couple notes in closing, NS, that Sharon art was spot on... I couldn't have drawn it better if I could draw! RP, that latest girl you sent falls squarely into my 'this could be Sharon' radar. Thanks! I've said it before, Bram Stoker in Victorian England wrote a story about a 'hero' who was thoroughly evil but overcame the social blocks that kept men & women from enjoying each other & sex. It's not so different from what Scipio, Just Plain Bob, Slirpuff, & any other erotica writer generates today... It's NOT real... It's not meant to be real... I'd never have my wife sleep around, wouldn't 'share' her, & honestly have never seriously contemplated or pursued cheating. That said, the imagination is supposed to be a free playground. If you like the story I've continued here, great. If it's not you thing, & honeslty part of it haven't been my thing, either... keep looking... you'll find soemthing. Or better yet, write your own! pax RA Chapter 12: Stripping Glory Sharon woke in the same place she'd passed out, lying on the foam & nylon 'Stage' that had been set in the ZB great room. She was relived that someone had covered her with a blanket, & saw the bag in which her costumes had been provided had been set to one side. Rubbing her head, she paused, finding the horns Joyce & Kelly had glued into place the night before were still there. She suppressed a groan when she first tried to get up-- her entire body ached. She lay still for several minutes, remembering the night before, amazed that she'd taken most of the football team... several times. Her head throbbed when she shook it in amazement, reminding her she'd had far too much to drink. Her bladder was protesting the delay, though. She struggled upright, absently letting the sheet fall away from her body. She looked down, realizing her breasts were on display, & shrugged after a moment of panic-- no one in the frat hadn't seen them before. She stood, looking with some dismay at the dried cum flaking away from her legs & off of the costume. She picked up the grocery sack & hobbled gingerly toward the bathroom in the heels which had somehow stayed on her feet throughout the evening. She sighed, pausing as she tried to settle onto the stool. Whoever had covered her up had also replaced the 'tail' in her ass. She didn't wonder that she hadn't noticed on the walk to the bathroom. Fortunately, the long nylon tail had draped to the side, & she leaned forward, slipping it out easily enough, & absently wrapped the tail around her hand to keep it off of the floor as she relaxed her sphincters. She groaned quietly as the pressure in her bladder eased. Only as she stood did she realize she hadn't bothered to close the door to the cramped single stall off of the great room. She sat back down, remembering her heels, not caring that any of the frat members might walk in. The straps at the top buckled into place, & fit her ankle tightly; it was no wonder they'd stayed on. She took them off, & tucked them into the bag, along with the tail. Her purse, as well as the skirt & blouse she'd bought on Saturday were in the bag, along with the sluttier version of the outfit that she'd worn the night before. The thong & bra she'd been wearing on the drive back were missing. Typical. She smiled, seeing the black bong she'd used the night before had been put into the bag. She chose the more conservative blouse over the mini-skirt, after spending a minute cleaning the worst of the matted, dried, & drying jism off of her thighs, she dressed. She rinsed the stiff butt of the 'tail' off, putting it & the rest of her costume from the night before into the bag before she slipped out of the bathroom & returned to the frat's main room. There were a few brothers snoring quietly on the couches & love seats that were strewn about. The clock above the big fireplace read 10:14. Her first class was long over, she wasn't about to go to the 2nd class dressed as she was. She considered trying to find something to eat, but opted to see if Shaun was still in his room & had her keys. She climbed the stairs, remembering as she did the fun of the prior night as she'd won the series of tests to become Demon Bitch. She absently touched the horns poking from her hair, smiling to herself. She knocked, then went into Shaun & Dave's room when no one answered. She paused, seeing long brunette hair draped over Dave's arm, & red hair spilling over the edge of Shaun's raised bunk. She knew what she felt as she saw that: jealousy. She told herself she shouldn't feel that way-- it was one or another of her Sisters, after all, & she'd certainly been busy with other frat members the night before. She looked around, finding her keys were sitting on the desk beside Dave's impressive computer system. She paused, wondering just how many images & movies of her parading about naked & having sex with young black men were on the hard drive. She shivered, reminded again how precarious her life was; she was their sex toy & had no real say in the matter. Slipping out of the room, she thought that it was a good thing they were at least making sure she enjoyed herself. She went out the side door & around to find her car. Approaching from the front, she didn't see the new ZB Bitch bumper sticker that had been applied, as well as a license plate frame with the ZB letters & 'Size Does Matter' alternating. She did have to readjust the seat, as Dave had completed the drive to the frat. She bit her lip, imagining what he & Kelly had been doing along the way. Safely back at her apartment, Sharon took a long shower, relieved as she luxuriated under the steaming spray that she hadn't awoken to more garish or obscene permanent marker 'artwork' or worse... The frat members seemed uninterested in marking her with hickies, & she did not find any bruising; she mused she could go home & Chris would never know how she had spent the night before. She dried off, then donned the thin robe that hung in her closet. She noticed absently it was time to do the laundry, but found she was too tired to consider sorting or even carrying the pile out of the closet. She sat down after retrieving a single serving bottle of Asti & an orange from the fridge... It was time to go to the grocery store, as well. She tried to remember if she had eaten dinner. The last real meals she remembered were what she had at home. Sharon shrugged, reminding herself she also didn't remember the last time she had been to the gym. She resolved to go to the student's center after her afternoon classes. On the way home she could get groceries, too. Standing, she groaned quietly-- they hadn't bruised her, but she could definitely tell she'd worked hard in the past 12 or 18 hours. Instead of throwing on sweats for class as she'd intended, Sharon flopped onto the bed, face down. She didn't bother climbing under the covers before sleep took her. Sharon groaned as a hand shook her shoulder again. She blinked awake, embarrassed to realize she'd drooled onto the pillow while she was sleeping. She sat up, as always thinking for a moment she was at home & Chris was waking her up for another day of the life she'd known before school. Dave was sitting on the edge of her bed. She managed a smile, then checked the clock. Blue numbers told her it was after 6PM. "Is something wrong?" she asked, rolling over entirely, suddenly worried that she had missed something; the last thing she wanted was to make Dave or Shaun angry. The young man just smiled & shook his head. "Naw, we just weren't sure if you'd gone home or what," he tweaked a nipple that had been exposed in her turn, "Shaun wanted to make sure you were all right." Sharon smiled in relief; it felt good that Shaun had been worried about her. "Oh, no, I just figured everyone was tired & so I should head home to get cleaned up." She had a sudden thought, "Am I supposed to be... uhm, hosting anyone tonight?" Dave chuckled at her euphemism. "Naw, we figured the Demon Bitch needed some time to recover, so no day work for our prize ZB Bitch." He stood up from the bed, heading toward the doorway, "Shaun told me you're worried about being seen on our little movies." Sharon nodded. "You said it was just for you... the pictures," she knew it was useless to argue, but couldn't help herself. She bit back a new wave of guilt and embarrassment at how easily she'd been duped. "But they are just for us," Dave answered, "Most of what you do with us is only for Shaun & I to look at to remember when you aren't around." Sharon eyed him skeptically. He shrugged, "Of course, what you do with the rest of the frat... Hell, they have us have everyone sign the release forms when they visit the frat. Mostly it's so women don't have fun, then get cold feet & cry 'rape' later. But over the years, you're right, they've found it's simply too good an opportunity to pass up. So yeah, we splice the best bits of you & the other girls at our parties... The movies & the web sites bring in millions, Sharon." Sharon swallowed-- the number seemed too big to believe. "There's not a chance that's gonna stop." She waited, wondering if he had a proposition. "Isn't there anything you can do?" she asked when he didn't go on, "I mean, you must hide the identities of the frat members, right?" Dave shrugged. "Sure, some of them." "So why not hide mine, too?" He snorted. "It's no lie you've got a rockin' body, babe, but there wouldn't be much interest if we hid who you are... Sure, for awhile, I guess, but only because they'd demand that we show who you were... or they'd try to find out by getting around whatever I did... It'd mean there was more interest in who that married white wife was, you understand?" Sharon nodded mutely; it did make sense. "But like I said, it's mostly from the ZB parties that we get footage." Sharon nodded more eagerly, hoping he had an answer. "We expect you to pull your weight, you know, but if you don't want to be filmed at the parties, we may be able to work around that." Sharon sighed in relief. "Thank you!" she clutched at Dave's muscular arms, "I'll keep... hosting," she went on, "& anytime you or Dave or the other brothers need... relief..." she blushed & couldn't finish. Dave just nodded. "You understand sometimes we'll still need you at our parties..." she nodded reluctantly, but assured herself Chris would never know what she was doing in her apartment at school. "I'll run the numbers," Dave went on, "& I'll get back to you in a day or two." He'd moved beyond the doorway. Sharon blinked, wondering why he hadn't asked for her to at least blow him. She wondered if he'd left, when she heard his voice, "But you'd better get ready, now... I think your first 'client' is due in the next hour." Sharon wanted to remind him he had just told her they were going to give her some time to recover, but knew she didn't have a choice. She paused, robe hanging open, as she pondered whether to empty her bladder, to grab a bite to eat, or to do a hit off of the bong to take the edge off before her visitor arrived. Remembering the new bong that'd been left in the bag, she grabbed it & a ZB Bitch tank top out of the drawer & headed to the bathroom; she could manage two before she went to work... Sharon was more than irritable when Dave walked in a week and a half later. She'd been in the shower, & leapt out into the front room hearing someone moving around, worried it was another 'ZB Payback,' as she'd come to think of them. She'd tried to get ahold of him repeatedly beginning the Thursday after the 'Halloween' party, but neither he nor Shaun had responded to her calls. & when she had tried to visit the Frat Friday night, she had arrived to find a party in full swing. One or another of the ZB Brothers had invited her in & had provided her with the night's booze du jour before another had calmly but firmly insisted that she needed to leave 'for her own good.' He had calmly explained that Dave had told everyone she wasn't going to be partying with the frat except for the special occasions while escorting her out of the House. Sharon had gone home to find a disgruntled young TA sitting on her porch. He'd complained that she'd made him wait for 30 minutes, & had only backed off when Sharon had asked if she needed to call Shaun to see if another Sister could help him out. That had been proof he was bluffing in making his threats, and Sharon had responded in a much more aggressive manner than she would ever think of attempting with anyone in the frat. She'd roughly stripped the young man down, sucking his unimpressive cock almost violently, knowing she was over-stimulating him. He'd barely managed to get between her legs with the condom on before he'd cum, & Sharon had simply lay beneath him, making it more than plain he'd done nothing for her. Not wanting anyone to complain or refuse future aid to the Frat, she was usually almost comical in her vocal encouragement & theatrical in her feigned orgasms. He'd left, obviously aware that he'd been less than adequate in her performance, & Sharon had enjoyed at least briefly the sense of power she felt from that. In fact, his very presence was an example of why she'd been trying to reach Shaun or Dave. Starting the evening after Dave had visited, she's serviced 5 various toadies of the Frat before falling asleep in thoroughly sex messed sheets. A knock on the door the next morning had interrupted her preparations for school, & instead of making her classes, she'd spent the day servicing an unending stream of ZB Brothers & chip holders. There was barely time to clean up between visitors. Having grown used to the 2 or 3 guests 3 nights a week, Sharon had been desperate for a break on the weekend by Thursday, when it'd become obvious her new 'schedule' wasn't temporary. In the first 3 days of the week, she'd had sex no fewer than 29 times. The relentless '3 in the morning,' '4 in the afternoon,' & '5 at night' left her no time to shop or eat. & she certainly hadn't made it to the gym. She'd tried to call Dave, anxious to ask whether she was being punished for something, & later Shaun, wondering if he knew what Dave was doing to her, without success. After her 7 visitors for Friday day, she'd been determined to get answers, & after a week without any real sexual satisfaction, she'd also hoped to get off several times, so being turned away at the Frat had bruised her ego. There was little time to think about it, thought... A knock at the door as she wandered her small place, still naked from the last coupling, was proof enough she wouldn't be taking Friday off. She didn't bother dressing, opening the door stark naked, as she'd done occasionally early on in her service of ZB. But the deer in the headlights expression on the face of a notable professor in the journalism college offered the exhausted white housewife no pleasure. By the time Dave sauntered into her apartment, Sharon had been desperately considering leaving to go home, no matter what ZB did; She'd stopped counting at 60, but was guessing it'd been nearly 80 visitors. From the look her neighbor offered as she went to the Range Rover to get the few groceries she'd grabbed in passing Sunday afternoon in the expected lull between the day & night shifts, Sharon was sure that the sour biddie knew what was happening in her rental. Honestly, she wouldn't have taken the chance that she might miss a 'customer,' but had run out of the once seemingly excessive stock of condoms. She'd grabbed what she could at the nearby Walgreens, so it wasn't proper groceries at all. The weed hadn't run out, but she'd simply been too busy to load the bong to make what she was doing seem safely distant. She didn't wonder how Dave had a key to her apartment. She didn't ask if he was worried it was nearly 8 and she was supposed to be in class. Sharon knew that the only thing that mattered to Dave was what he wanted to do. Watching him helping himself to a bowl of her cereal-- the last bowl of cereal, she was fairly certain-- Sharon felt relief, mixed with anger & arousal & submission. She turned back into the bedroom, intentionally selecting the school mascot sweats to hide as much of herself as she could from Dave's gaze. He'd moved to the couch when she came out, still working on what had been supposed to be her breakfast. "You win," she said tonelessly, flopping onto the couch within reach if he was interested. "What do I win?" Dave asked, brow furrowing as he set the empty bowl on the counter. "I give up... I'll perform at your parties... I won't complain about being on video, anymore." Dave tilted his head. "Are you telling me you want your hubby to find out what you're doing?" Sharon shook her head, eyes going wide at the very thought. "God, no!" she guessed then that he had been teasing her. "Dammit, I told you I have to protect my marriage... So I'll do whatever you want, but I'm begging you to be careful where people see my face..." she stopped, sure begging wouldn't help. "If he finds out & I'm ruined, I certainly won't be making you money as the married white black cock whore or whatever it is you're marketing me as..." Dave shrugged. "I understood that, Shar'," he pointed to the jar on the mantle, "That's why we changed the schedule." "Changed the schedule?" Sharon choked a bitter laugh, "You changed the schedule? I haven't been out of the house some days I've been servicing so many guys... They're not even frat members," she didn't stop to think about what she was pouting about as she pounded a fist on her thigh, "I'm about out of weed, I don't have food. I haven't been to class or the gym... I couldn't even enjoy the party this weekend where I might've actually had some good sex, instead of just sex. Dammit, I haven't cum since the Halloween party," she was embarrassed at having admitted that, but it was true. "So you don't want to star in our videos, but working like this to show your appreciation for our taking care of you isn't as much fun as it was when you were performing?" Dave asked her skeptically. Sharon nodded, fighting back tears. "You're not upset about having so much sex... just that it's not good sex?" "I didn't say that!" Sharon blushed as she argued, "I... I enjoy sex at the parties... God, I love that sex. & I'm willing to help out... I've been doing that for weeks, now," she didn't stop to wonder just how she'd gotten to the point that she was actually 'willing' to have sex with strangers. "But I didn't get to a single class... I barely had my clothes on last week. & there was no break at all during the weekend!" Dave shrugged. "It's an example of how much your putting out on tape was helping us," he said, "Honestly, everything you did last week doesn't touch what your last DVD is still bringing in." He stopped, rubbing his chin for a moment. "But I can't argue... sex non-stop day in & day out would get old, even for me." Sharon sighed in relief & sank back in the couch, hoping the latest ordeal was over. Dave's cell rang. He answered, spoke for a few moments with someone, then snapped his fingers & told whoever he was talking to that he had 'just the ticket.' He hung up, waving the phone at Sharon. "I think that's called 'serendipity,' he chuckled, "This could be just the trick." "What?" she asked. He waved the cell phone again. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12 "Let's take a field trip, my favorite BZ Bitch. Suit up; you know the drill." Sharon bit her lip, but she didn't argue. She searched for several minutes before finding even a ZB tank & short combination that didn't need laundering... She scolded herself-- she simply had to get some chores done. Dave drove the Range Rover. He set a drink glass with punch she remembered having before in the cup holder, & without a word he pulled away from the curb. They headed out of town & reached the interstate. For a desperate moment Sharon wondered if they were going back to have sex in her marital bed again. Instead he turned west on the highway. They were almost to the next little town before he pulled off, but the time had passed quickly enough for Sharon... she'd been blowing him from the moment they'd pulled away from the curb, pausing only to drink some of her punch whenever he told her to do so. Wiping her mouth as she sat up when the car came to a stop, Sharon blinked in confusion at the big plain white on black sign: Lion's Den. There were a handful of cars parked in the gravel lot, none of them newer than 5 or 6 years. She realized it had been a gas station just off of the highway. The brick front was covered with placards describing 'magazines,' 'adult videos,' & 'toys.' Sharon blushed, realizing Dave had brought her to a sex shop. "Where are we?" she asked him, anyway. "Don't worry," Dave waved away her question, "This isn't close to campus... We're just playing here." Sharon climbed out when he did, as ever acutely aware of how she was dressed, & how men would look at her. She tried to remember if she'd eaten breakfast. She wondered for a moment where Dave had gotten the punch she'd been drinking... she didn't have any at her place, she didn't think. She knew tere was booze in it-- she was a little buzzed. She giggled, aware she should be happy about that, or she would've been too nervous to go through with shopping with him like he planned. She hurried to follow him into the low single story building, that quickly forgetting she had even wondered about the punch. "You told me you hadn't cum, right?" Dave teased, she was sure loudly enough someone else had heard. Sharon blushed but nodded, looking around, checking for reaction from any of the few other customers in the shop. Obviously a couple had, the way they were smirking; she shifted uncomfortably, though, realizing every eye in the place was fixed on her. "We'll get you taken care of, then," Dave assured her, seemingly oblivious to the others. He led her down an aisle that reminded her of the racks at Blockbuster, except every cover showed people having sex or getting ready to have sex. Her eyes noted the genres... Amateurs, Anal, Asians... She glanced back over the rows of 'amateur' titles, desperately hoping not to see herself. Cheating, Celebrities, Creampie, Cuckolding... Fetish, Gang Bang, Girl on Girl... Interracial-- she scolded herself for the wave of heat the bloomed as she looked at several of the titles. Jannine, Jenna, Oral, Orgy... Sharon told herself there were so many title there was no way her husband would ever see whatever tapes she was in. She saw the rack of blow up dolls, & was surprised to find there were men's torsos, as well. Glancing around, Sharon checked, but found she was the only woman in the store. Wherever she looked, she saw the other customers watching her. Dave pointed at the racks of fetish clothing. "May have to get you some toys, to play with," he teased, "But for now I've got something specific in mind..." They stopped at the glass display counter, & the simpering, spectacled clerk made Sharon's skin crawl, but she was past reacting to that... She stood passively as Dave rubbed the small of her back, then pulled her close. "My man," he said, acting as if the clerk was another frat brother, rather than a terminal dweeb who'd never score with any woman, "You might not recognize it, but you're in the presence of greatness." The clerk just blinked, failing in his effort to take his eyes off of Sharon's chest. He licked his lips. "I dunno what you mean, man," he looked up into Sharon's eyes but nearly flinched, his gaze settling on her breasts once again. Dave laughed. "Naw, I guess you wouldn't... not while she's dressed, anyway." Sharon blushed at that. The clerk's eyes rose, & he stared at her intently. After a moment he shook his head. Dave just chuckled, easily turning Sharon ½ around. She realized the other customers were watching her, having heard what Dave had said. Dave's hand applied pressure & she dutifully bent at the waist. He flipped the bottom of her tank up, baring her lower back. "Does this look familiar?" he asked. Sharon could almost feel the clerk lean forward. "Sure, but there's lots of sluts have..." he trailed off, then, watching her more closely as she stood up & turned around. "Wait a minute... Is this... This that new gal?" Dave nodded, smiling widely. "Yep, this is Mrs. Sharon S," he nodded, "In the flesh, so to speak." Sharon was afraid to look around... she could feel the others moving closer. She tried to tell herself Dave had announced her, but it was obvious the clerk had seen her 'performances' before. "See, we've got a little bit of a problem, though," Dave went on. He'd slipped a hand beneath the waistband of Sharon's shorts, & was kneading her ass cheek as he held her close, "She's been working so hard she hasn't gotten to... enjoy herself, if you know what I mean." Sharon blushed, but her body was responding to Dave's teasing hand; she rubbed her thighs together, aware of her budding excitement. "Seems she got away from home without her friend... What can you suggest?" Suddenly animated, the clerk couldn't get the case between them open fast enough. "We've got some great choices," his patter reminded Sharon of a car salesman, "From these new 'ben wa' balls that have a built in vibrator & a remote control," he pointed at a small package, priced at $79, "To the mother... er, father, of all dildos," he pointed to a floppy dildo thicker than a salami, priced at $129. Dave shrugged, "She's taken that... Let's do that remote control unit... It's a little small," he winked at the clerk, "But that's a cool trick." He looked along the case. Sharon couldn't help but look, as well. There were long but very thin dildos, short, squat dongs, double dildos, forked rubber cocks, & vibrators in as many sizes. Dave pointed & the clerk brought out another smaller vibrator, 'the Butterfly' that was also advertised as having a remote control. He pointed again & again, & the clerk extracted a heavy, chocolate brown dildo about as thick as a can of tennis balls, & the 'real life Rex Iron' vibrating dildo. "We have a cool new panty," the clerk told Dave, "Did you see 'Homely Honesty?' They used an earlier version of it," he explained, pulling a box off of a display on the wall behind the counter, "It's another remote unit... There's a vibrator in the front of the panty, like the Butterfly, but without all the funky straps. It's crotchless, so you can still... you know, & the remote has 3 settings-- that's more than the butterfly." Dave nodded. "Sounds good," he pushed the Butterfly box back toward the clerk, "Guess we can skip this one, then." The clerk nodded, putting the box back under the counter. "Guess we'll need plenty of lube, too, won't we," Dave nudged Sharon. She was horrified, but managed to nod in agreement. The clerk pointed, & Dave stepped away, leaving the nervous, aroused housewife standing alone with all other eyes in the store on her as the frat Brother selected a 40 ounce bottle of Astroglide, & a 24 ounce bottle of 'warming lube.' When Dave nodded, the clerk started to ring things up. Sharon hesitantly provided her credit card, horrified the mousy little man would know her full name, & worried about how the charge would appear on the monthly statement. Even as the clerk started to run the card, though Sharon cleared her throat, having noticed the display beside the register. "C-condoms," she murmured, then repeated it more loudly. The clerk paused. Though the prices were greater than she paid at the grocery store, she wasn't sure when she'd get there again. She reached out, randomly choosing 4 separate boxes which the clerk rang up. She blinked at the total... more than $200. She worried, as she signed the credit slip, what Chris might think when he checked the statement at the end of the month. She realized Dave had said something to the clerk, but she didn't know what. "Sorry man," the chubby clerk shook his head, "I wish we had one... she'd be perfect. All we've got is a few loop booths. Dave shrugged. "They outfitted?" he winked at the clerk, who snorted. "Oh yeah... every time the owner tries to prevent it, they have it redrilled within a couple days. So she gave up." Sharon blinked at that, surprised the owner of the place was a woman. Or maybe she'd misheard. Dave was pulling a $20 out of her purse, handing it to the clerk. The man eyed Dave in surprise, then shrugged, pocketing the bill & handing the BZ Brother a key. "It's got a room on each side?" Dave asked, & the clerk nodded. Dave smiled, "Good... got to make sure my girl here gets off. Catching Sharon's hand, Dave led her along the counter & down a narrow, dingy hall. She frowned at a series of doors with single numbers to each side, eight in all. Dave paused, sliding the key into the lock above the pass knob of the door labeled '3.' Inside, a single bulb hung down. There was a flat panel monitor behind a plexiglass screen, with a bench bolted to the floor. The wood plank of the bench was scored & marked by past visitors, & graffiti marred the walls. Sharon blushed at the 1st reading of what past occupants had thought important enough to leave behind. She sniffed; the room smelled dank, with a familiar undertone she couldn't place at the moment. Then again, her head was buzzing... she'd guessed there was more than a little booze in the punch Dave had given her, & Dave wasn't giving her time to focus or ask questions as he pushed her into the room & followed her, snapping his fingers as he saw the slot for the DVD player protected behind the front wall. "Whoops, I forgot to get us some entertainment," he paused, pulling a little HD camera out of a pocket of his jacket. He reversed the unit, holding it out toward Sharon. She blinked, seeing 2 black suction cups. "Lick them for me, little slut," Dave told her. Sharon complied, & the BZ brother deftly stuck the camera near one corner of the room. Using the rotating view screen to check the angle, the big black man nodded, "That'll do... We'll get you off in no time, now, little Bitch... I'll go get a disc, you get..." he pawed through the bag, selecting the Rex Iron dildo, "This lubed up & working that sexy cunt." Sharon noded, accepting the boxed cock & the bottle of lube Dave had selected. He opened the door, holding up the key, "Go ahead & strip for me, Shar'," he winked, "I've got the key... Be a moment." & then he was gone. She waited until she had heard the door click, then stripped down-- it wasn't hard, no more clothing then she was wearing. She looked around, hanging the clothes on a hook on the door back, then opened the rubber dildo, smearing a liberal amount of the vaguely coconut smelling gel over the ropey veined rubber surface. She bit her lip, a little embarrassed at how big the rubber cock was, & at her easy certainty she could take it all. God knew she was already wet enough. She fingered her seam, amazed to find she was almost dripping wet. She'd sat down on the bench, facing the door. She waited a moment, expecting Dave to be back, but anxious about what he would do if she wasn't using the big cock when he returned, she used the fingers of her left hand to spread her labia, then carefully fitted the thick mushroom tip of the dildo against her sex. Seeing the blinking red light overhead on the small camera, Sharon was suddenly overcome with a need to peform... She imagined the frat brothers cheering her on as she leaned back & spread her long legs, giving the camera a clear shot as she worked the dildo into her sex, pushing until there was resistance. She let her head sag back, moaning softly, & pulled the thick rubber cock up, pressing it against her clit before she began to move it in & out... God, it felt so good. She giggled, surprised she was already close to a climax... it was so much easier than sex had been with the endless stream of campus flunkies. Outside the little room, Dave smiled as he watched the handheld unit that picked up the wireless signal his little camcorder was broadcasting to the receiver tucked safely in the back of the Range Rover. They'd really hit the jackpot with this hottie. He glanced at the disc he'd chosen... the latest release including what Sharon had 'bartered' for her tattoos & piercing, followed by the BZ Halloween party. He'd scored a copy from the clerk for free after explaining what he had in mind... the clerk & every other guy in the place had grabbed up every other copy. "All right now," he whispered to the crowd filling the hall, "Give me a minute to get our girl really going." "Looks like she's doing fine on her own," one of the patrons laughed. Dave ignored him. "You want a taste of a pro, & I need something new for the next disc," he reminded them all, "No names, don't try anything stupid & you'll have a story to tell your buddies, & video to back it up," he pointed out, "If you don't want to be seen except as a cock, just look that way," he pointed toward the front of the store, "The moment you leave." "How're we going to get to enjoy the show," someone else complained. Dave resisted the urge to sigh. "I'm going to have Frank plug this in to the master unit," Dave waved his handheld receiver, "It'll play what the camera is seeing on all the TV's except this room, right Frank?" the small clerk nodded his head eagerly. Dave was betting the little man was going to record it, but it'd be just one feed. He'd already set up a 2nd to record the various 'customers' going in & out of the rooms in the hallway, & had 2 more he planned to put up once things were going... He'd have footage nobody at the Lion's Den would be able to use. "Don't get overeager," he cautioned, "Wait until I do this," he waved an 'OK' sign over his head, "Then take turns... Don't fight, she's gonna be more than able to handle the lot of you." There were murmured comments, but no one was arguing... just a look at the case for anyone who hadn't heard of the newest local porn sensation was enough to quash any worry she'd poop out. "Uhm, you want me to set it up?" the clerk held out a hand & Dave handed him the little receiver unit. "I'll keep the money up front." Dave nodded. "Good... & the releases, too... make sure they're signed... If there's any trouble from this, you're the one we'll be able to find," he didn't need to sound ominous... the gathered customers were all more than eager to experience what would usually be only a 'I never thought these stories were real until it happened to me,' bit in Penthouse. "& careful, guys," he warned, "If I see a cock come through without a raincoat I'll lop it off." A couple at the edge drifted back, he was fairly sure, to grab some condoms off of the display. "C'mon," he reminded them, wanting to offer more carrot than stick, "This is one hot piece of ass... She's gonna blow your mind, & when we're done she'll pose with each of you, so don't screw it up for everybody." He realized they hadn't talked about that, "In fact, since you'll probably want her to sign a disc or something, talk about it with Frank, here, while I make sure she's good to go... He'll decide what it'll cost for the picture & anything you want signed." He didn't have to set it up to be sure the mousy clerk would give up half of whatever he made on that little side venture... This sort of even was going to make the Lion's Den more famous than any other adult hole in the state. He smiled & winked, "Well, guys, I guess I'm off to get her going." Motioning for the others to be quiet, he used the key to slip into the room. Dave paused, after getting into the small booth. Sharon was truly an awe inspiring site. She was leaning far back, head back, legs spread wide as she worked the big rubber cock in & out, using the entire length except for what was in her petite hands. Her nipples stood up proudly, skin flushed with arousal, breath panting audibly in the narrow room. Dave stepped around her, running his fingers up her right inner thigh as he passed. She groaned. "Don't stop, little BZ Bitch," he chuckled, "Lemme get this going, & then we'll have some fun." He put the disc in the player, nodding when it immediately began to spin up, not requiring the usual quarters... Frank was on the job. At the same time, he deftly affixed the other cameras, near a front corner & in the middle of the front wall above the monitor, & made sure they were on. The small screens he turned so he could always check what was being captured. Sharon's eyes were still closed... he guessed she was cumming, the way she was shivering & jerking. He pushed the button, advancing through the 'home scene' of her movie, then speeding through most of the piercing & tattoos. "... want your cock... fuck me, baby... please fuck me!" Sharon moaned, hearing her voice over the room's carefully concealed speakers. "Why do I get to fuck you, sexy bitch?" "Ahh... I have to... have to pay you." On screen the pretty white housewife arched her back in obvious pleasure as the tattoo artist thrust his naked cock into her cunt. "Yeah, that's right... What'd this fine ass buy you?" "Oh ,God... I wanted some piercing." Dave laughed, seeing Sharon watching herself on the screen, upside down because of her position on the bench. "Damn you are such a hot slut," he taunted, "That's been a best seller... Got women all over the Midwest rushing out to get matching 3 & 2's," he smiled at Sharon, whose eyes were still fixed on the screen as her hands worked the rubber cock in & out, more fervently then when he'd entered. "Ain't you hot shit, BZ Bitch?" Sharon bit her lip & nodded. She'd just had a wonderful climax with the big cock, but it wasn't enough. She giggled, wondering what kind of slut she must be. Dave unzipped, "Between that & watching you with ol' Rex there," his cock sprang free, "I don't think I need any more oral if you're ready to take the real thing." Nodding, Sharon eagerly yanked the big dildo out of her open, drooling sex. She scrambled to her feet, turning at Dave's instruction & bending over, bracing her hands on the bench as he moved behind her. "Ever been fucked while watching yourself getting fucked?" he teased, running his cockhead over her wet seam. Sharon whimpered & shook her head in the negative. Dave easily pushed into her from behind. "Well, we've got to change that, then, don't we?" After getting himself seated, Dave held himself steady, turned slightly to make sure all the cameras could catch the action as the drug & lust fueled housewife humped back at him, impaling herself again & again & again. He smiled, looking alternately where his cock was disappearing into her stretched hole to the action on screen. He leaned over, advancing the footage to the party. He caught her hips, then, slowing her thrusting, laughing when she whined in protest, trying to overcome the resistance of his hands. He easily pushed her almost totally off of his cock before abruptly letting go. Sharon gasped & cried out as she impaled herself fully on his cock. She mindlessly resumed thrusting, hungry to cum again, eyes fixed on what she was doing on the small television screen. Feeling the tremble of her muscles, Dave guessed she was about to cum again, not that it mattered, really... he knew she'd be so hot she wouldn't argue with what he was going to do. He'd bet Shaun she'd let him do anything once they were through making money on her... He wasn't sure, yet, how he was going to prove that, but there were some intriguing possibilities tickling his imagination... Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12 Without hesitation, he raised his hand, giving the 'OK' sign. It wasn't 30 seconds before an average cock jutted through the hole in the wall to one side of the narrow booth. "Would you look at that?" Dave mused, slowing the pace at which he was fucking the white coed. Sharon moaned, bringing a hand down from pinching her nipples to press at her sex-- she wanted Dave to go on fucking into her like he had been. She reluctantly looked away from the standing fucking she was getting on the television, gasping when she saw the cock being presented through the tape lined hole in the sheetrock. She'd never imagined the hole communicated with the booth next door. "Guess we're getting a little loud," Dave said, "Don't want to have the owner calling the police... Maybe you'd better just latch that cocksucking mouth onto him & get him off." Though humiliated at the thought of blowing a total stranger, Sharon didn't argue. Dave moved with her as she turned, reaching out to grasp the stranger's cock & bringing her mouth down. She was reminded latex didn't taste good, but Dave was thrusting into her more forcefully again & she was already so close to cumming that she didn't complain about it, gobbling at the strange cock as if she was starving. He didn't last long, & she was still just approaching the crest of her next climax when the spent, softening cock pulled out of her mouth & disappeared through the hole in the wall. She was tempted to tilt her head & to look through it, but at that moment Dave turned her, holding her impaled, levering her around by his hands gripping her hips. She saw a flash of the tattoo artist using her as he inked her back, & then found herself staring at a new cock jutting through the taped hole in the opposite wall of the narrow booth. "Damn girl," Dave scolded, "You're so loud everybody wants a taste... Good thing you're so hot, ain't it?" she could only nod, & without being told leaned over to begin slurping at the new cock. The muffled groan of pleasure she heard through the wall spurred her on. "You safe, yet, my little slut?" Dave asked. Sharon nodded, understanding what he meant, & when he went still, flooding her channel with his cum a moment later, she was cumming with him, glad for the IUD that'd so recently been placed. "Good," Dave praised when he was done. He spanked her ass as she bobbed her head on the 2nd strange cock, "You wore me out, little Bitch... guess that's why you've attracted all these admirers." She paused, looking back to see another new cock had been thrust through the 1st hole. Dave pointed at the cock she'd just released, & she dutifully resumed slurping at the latex clad shaft. He nodded, easily lifting her at the waist, leaving her attached to the stranger's groin as he turned the lost housewife, bringing her sex in line with the 1st hole. "Bend your knees, slut," he murmured, & Sharon did, groaning with mingled arousal & embarrassment at what she was doing. She didn't stop, though, bending her knees & tilting her hips to take the new cock into her just fucked cunt. She pressed herself against the wall, moaning around the cock in her mouth as the new stranger began to thrust into her. Dave chuckled & nodded, stepping out of the majority of the camera's fields of view & watching as the spitted housewife & mother unhesitatingly took the patrons of the Lion's Den 2 at a time. The others never gave Sharon a chance to rest, much less ask what was happening... No sooner would one finish & pull out, someone else was providing her with another new cock. Dave kept track... nobody lasted 5 minutes, but he couldn't blame them as exciting as doing a real porn star must be for the average American male. Within 45 minutes she'd done everyone at least once... & time some of the patrons had come back for seconds, using Sharon opposite the way they'd 1st enjoyed the black broken beauty. He knew that despite the relative lack in size or experience her admirers showed, Sharon had climaxed repeatedly, as well. Her fingers were steadily working her nipples & clit as she took all comers, & between fellating the customers she'd moaned & sighed in obvious arousal. All too soon the light on the back camera began blinking... they were running low on batteries. Dave opened the door, stepping into the hall to announce 'last call.' Nobody grumbled, & he was pleased not to have to brow beat or humiliate anyone to keep the men in line. A few minutes later, the 2 who'd been using his BZ Bitch were through Sharon sat back on the bench, panting, not caring the door was open & a crowd of men were staring in at her naked, sweat slick body. Dave told her to get up, & the mousy little clerk stepped in. Sharon struggled not to shrink away from the leering little man... she was more than sure he'd already been inside of her, & Dave was there, so she knew better than to argue. Dave told Frank-- that was apparently the clerk's name-- to take a seat on the bench, & then had Sharon sit on the man's lap, her legs spread, draped over the clerk's knees. Dave invited the clerk to spread her lips or 'hook a finger into her,' & the little man awkwardly thrust his finger into her sex over her thigh. In his other hand, he held the filled condom he'd used while fucking her. At a word from Dave, Sharon lifted her opposite leg, keeping the knee straight. She pasted a smile on as Dave snapped not one but 2 Polaroid photos, as well as taking more with his iPhone. She spent several minutes repeating the process as a succession of strangers wandered in, none of them as forward as the clerk had been, thank God. They acted like it was common to do photos like she was doing, so she didn't hesitate. After everyone had gotten his photo taken-- she realized with some disquiet it hadn't been Dave's iPhone but the clerks, as Dave was using the other patrons' phones as well, when they had her sit on their laps. It was over pretty quickly, & he had her dress, bringing his own iPhone to his ear as he closed the door while she tried to clean up a bit & put her clothes back on. When she came out, the various patrons were standing around Dave at the counter. Trying not to blush, Sharon approached, & took the Sharpie marker he handed her & began signing the finished Polaroids, as well as the covers & discs of 'her' movies that guys she'd just 'partied with' had selected from the counter. Less than 90 minutes after arriving, Dave had managed to help the clerk sell out every copy of any movie 'starring' Sharon, & assuring a group of very dedicated fans. Dave finished packing up the various things they'd collected-- most importantly the money & security discs from the store-- before he paused in mock consternation. Sharon meekly followed as he led her back to the stopp open booth. He frowned, eyeing the Rex Iron dildo that lay on the bare concrete floor. "Don't want to forget that, do we, slut?" he teased, "Pick it up & slide it into that still hot married pussy & we'll be on our way." Sharon didn't hesitate. She collected the dong from the seldom cleaned floor & dutifully pushed the big dildo into her sex before covering the base with the crotch of her thong panties. She shivered, unable to deny how good it felt, or that he'd been right in calling her pussy hot... She hadn't stopped to count how many times she'd been fucked, but knew she wanted more. She blinked in surprise as Dave collected his cameras... she hadn't seen them before. A pang of fear echoed, but she knew she could do nothing to stop it; she just had to trust he was serious that it wouldn't do for them to have Chris find out what a slut she'd become. "Go on out to the car," Dave told her, handing her the sack he'd been carrying, "& don't forget your new toys." Sharon hurried to comply, rushing out of the store, trying not to meet anyone's eyes, & embarrassed at the ringing applause that followed her out of the little shop. Dave finished packing away his little HD cameras, then went back, making sure Frank wasn't holding out a back up camera disc or anything. He knew the camera on the back wall had captured good images of every guy who'd used his new BZ Bitch; telling them where to look to not be seen had been a ruse & Frank had been sharp enough not to argue. Between what had been agreed to & what the clerk ponied up from the impromptu photo & autograph session, Dave had almost $2500. That alone should cement Sharon's position as 'Money Maker' for the year, & it wasn't even time for winter break. He shook the clerk's sweaty hand, waved to the lingering customers, & sauntered out to the car. He wondered if she'd buy into his plan for the week of Thanksgiving... Maybe Shaun would agree he'd won the bet if he could get the Bitch to go, but that could wait... They were more than in the black already with the insatiable white housewife, but Dave wasn't about to slack off. Having hidden the money from the lust hazed co-ed, he climbed behind the wheel, smiling over where Sharon perched gingerly in the passenger seat, looking alternately toward the road & back to the shop, obviously embarrassed at what she'd just done, but as nervous about being seen outside the sex shop. Dave pulled back onto the highway, but continued to head away from 'home.' The next exit, almost to the military base between the cities, he pulled off, taking the more 'scenic' highway back towards school. "Damn, you are shit hot," Dave praised Sharon, "You do know you made those guys... hell, their lives... They'll tell that story to their buddies until they die in the nursing home in 30 or 40 years." Sharon nodded, color appearing in her cheeks. Dave didn't let her think about anything, "& you came, right?" She nodded again. "More than just when I was fucking you." Another nod, "See, you just have to relax & enjoy whatever's available... I bet you're still hot, aren't you?" Sharon bit her lip & wouldn't meet his eye when he looked over, but after a hesitation she nodded. He grinned, not letting on it could be anything other than what she'd experienced at the shop spurring her arousal, "See, I knew you were a natural slut... That's been the problem; you just like being the exhibitionist. Getting guys off alone at your apartment doesn't feed your needs enough." Sharon blinked at him in surprise. She hadn't thought about it that way. Part of her wanted to deny it-- that couldn't be the answer... she'd never been a tease or even a flirt before. Surely it wasn't that... Before she could really consider it, though, Dave had dropped his hand between her legs, deftly flicking her still aroused clit through her thoroughly soaked panties. She arched her back & moaned softly, pushing her sex against him, shivering at the way the big dildo moved inside of her. God, it must be the truth, she mused, even as he easily gave her a small orgasm. She pouted when he stopped to answer his ringing cell phone. "Talk to me... Sure... Naw, I know that... Shit, you're kidding, right?... No... Nope... Not once... Well, not until then... So you've seen? What are you worried about?..." He laughed, "Hell, no... I guarantee it... Oh you won't regret it... We're close, just be nice & you'll see... Of course I mean it... You'll see. Trust me." Dave chuckled as he hung up. He watched Sharon out of the corner of his eye. The pretty white wife was still obviously about as hot as she could get, trying to sit there as if she wasn't dying to cum. He smiled at how completely they'd managed to subvert her. It couldn't always be so easy or everyone would be in the business of despoiling pretty white wives. He wondered just what had happened to make Sharon such easy prey, but it didn't really matter, he realized... She was responding the way any woman would, given the right... persuasion. It'd just been easier with her because of the times he & Shaun had managed when it was much much harder. "Well, since you're still hot," he mused, "That wasn't really my surprise for you." Sharon blinked at him in surprise, "That was just a happy coincidence," he assured her, "I've got something better in mind for my favorite BZ Bitch." Sharon waited, no argument, & Dave reached over to tweak an aroused nipple before he went on, his attention seemingly focused on the road. He glanced at the clock: it still wasn't 10:30. "That was Glen O. He owns 'Snake Eyes,' outside of town." Sharon shrugged; she'd never heard of a place called 'Snake Eyes.' "Do you still have the costume from the last party?" Dave ignored her puzzlement. She nodded, but he already knew that. "Great. I'll come in handy, but don't worry about it for today." He pointed out some of the fixtures of the Army base they were driving beside before he continued with his explanation. "Snake Eyes is a men's club... Not the sort of club your husband would ever go to, right?" Sharon had recoiled when he said that, but she managed to shake her head-- Chris had never been to a strip club. "Besides," Dave continued, "Even if your hubby is a horn dog, he wouldn't go here... It's all the way on the other side of a city he'd have to drive an hour to reach, & let's just say he doesn't have enough of a tan." Sharon nodded, understanding what Dave was implying. "Glen O is a ZB, of course," he continued, "He lets lots of your sisters work for extra money." Sharon nodded again, though none of the Sisters she knew had mentioned anything about dancing; then again, she hadn't asked, either. "So will I be serving drinks?" she asked hopefully, already sure of the answer. Dave laughed. "Yeah, all of the girls hawk drinks. But you, sweet Sharon, are going to perform." "I've... uhm, I've never danced like that," Sharon pointed out. Dave laughed again. "Oh, I've seen you dance well enough to bring the dead to life," he corrected her, "But don't worry, it wouldn't help if you went out & embarrassed yourself. That'd cost Glen O money... Everyone calls him 'Go.' But relax; for the 1st week or so, you'll just serve drinks-- but you'll have to share your tip money with the other girls, since you won't be performing like they are... It's a fair trade, though-- they'll be showing you the ropes. Anyway, we're almost there... Shop's closed until lunch, so it's time you can meet Go & start to practice." Sharon shook her head, horrified at what Dave was suggesting. "But I'll be seen by dozens of strange men... hundreds," Sharon's voice trailed off. "By end of semester, or at least the end of school I'd say thousands, easy," Dave agreed, "The Army is a big supporter, at least indirectly." He enjoyed Sharon's obvious discomfort. "So how does this help me protect my marriage?" Sharon asked bitterly. Dave looked at her like she was stupid, then sighed theatrically. "You worried that hubby will see you online or on a DVD... or that someone he knows... someone who knows or sees you will say something to him, right?" Sharon nodded. "Well, do you two know anyone in the Army?" She considered that, then shook her head uncertainly. "More specifically, do you know anyone in the Army who frequents gentlemen's clubs?" That earned an eye roll as well as an immediate head shake. "& I could point out... oh yeah, I already did, Go's business doesn't cater to your average civilian, either. So it's perfect," Dave insisted, "You won't run across anyone who knows you or who can out you back home, but you'll be able to satisfy that little need you seem to have to be seen by men." Sharon glared at that, but she didn't argue for a moment. "What if they take my picture?" she replied when she couldn't come up with another argument for Dave's suggestion, "There'll still be more & more pictures of me out there where Chris might see one." Dave shook his head. "Nope. Go has a strict no camera policy... He won't even allow camera phones." Sharon nodded, understanding -- mistakenly, of course-- what Dave was saying. "So there won't be any movies." Shaun just negotiated a turn, letting Sharon fill in the blanks. "& I'll do this instead of putting out for your chip holders?" Dave shrugged. "Go needs a dancer 3 nights a week... If you do well, he may want you for the occasional weekend 'special,' too." Sharon nodded... "Will I get to... Can I come to the ZB parties?" Dave pursed his lips. "Well, sure, but if you're there, you may wind up on tape... maybe just in the background, but I guess no one would know you from Eve if you're taking it doggie style & we zoom in, right?... Yeah, you may have to stay in a side room, but I think we can do a work around." Sharon was obviously relieved, to the frat brother's delight. She was well & truly hooked on black cock. "All I have to do is dance?" Dave rolled his eyes. "All of the dancers circulate on the floor. It helps Go to move drinks, & it increases the tips they get when they dance. It works for everyone. He takes a cut of your tips, & the rest goes to ZB... We hold some for you in an account in case you want something special." Sharon was just nodding, & didn't even think about asking what he meant. She was trying to deny the flush of desire she felt, & was attributing to the knowledge she'd soon be stripping. "I don't know what his rules are working the room, but I can tell you if you do lap dances you'll be sure to make enough not to have to pick up many chips," he finished. There was no point in mentioning the back room to the lost white wife... Yet. They pulled into a nearly empty lot surrounding a squat, windowless building. Faded silhouettes showed shapely women frozen in various provocative poses. Walking in, Dave pointed out Tawny & Adele's cars, a flashy BMW Z3 and a Porsche Boxter. "See, the girls do all right working out here," he climbed out, then made a show of stopping, rapping his forehead with his palm, & suggesting Sharon might want to 'lose her friend.' Blushing the white wife didn't try to get back into the big SUV before slipping the big dildo out of her sex. Chuckling, 'Damn you are insatiable,' Dave led the way across the gravel lot & opened the main door, letting Sharon step inside ahead of him.. The interior was intentionally very dark, a short hall leading to a small room-- the single door 'man trap'-- hidden inside the seemingly inviting double front door. Dave didn't move beyond the empty stool, turning instead to rap smartly on the left wall through the curtain that hid the room's hidden door. After a moment there was an audible 'click' & he caught Sharon's hand, leading the nervous white wife through the hidden door into the club's inadequately lit 'back' hall. Sharon didn't speak as Dave led her through 3 quick turns as they moved to left side of the building & then toward the rear. Stepping through another barrier curtain they entered a wider, normally lit hallway. They passed several doors before Dave paused again, pointing with his thumb toward an opening with 2 curtains tied back, allowing entrance. She heard women's voices beyond. "Go in & introduce yourself," he told her, "They're expecting you. I've gotta see Go." He moved on without waiting to see if Sharon obeyed. Biting her lip at the oppressive gloom of the black painted walls & the widely spaced bare bulb overhead lights, she put a hand on one of the heavy velvet curtains as she stepped in, finding an immediate right turn leadin to a much more brightly lit room. A row of lockers lined the wall nearest the door, & she saw more on the far wall. The rest of the space was occupied by 3 rows of vanities, like she'd seen the night of the photo shoot with Shaun. She saw various photos & cards had been taped to many of the mirrors, & odd knick knacks were draped over the tops or cluttered the counters. There were racks of clothes & bins of various accessories. A shelf near the door held stacks of CD cases. Sharon paused, taking it in, then moved to the only other people in the low ceilinged room. The two women had stopped talking as she'd entered, & were watching her openly. The taller woman, who Sharon guessed was a few years older than Kelly, was facing away from her, watching through the mirror. Sharon looked at the swirling, multicolored tattoo that occupied the woman's toned back, the top obscured by her long, bleached blonde hair. Sharon couldn't read the woman's expression. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 13 Original idea: Nick Scipio Continuation: Rogue Alan NOTE: Welcome new reader... I would recommend seeing where Sharon has been before you continue here. There is more story here than in some chapters... Hopefully the naughty bits will be sufficient, and there are enough stepping off points for your imaginations to take over. For those wanting a more graphic presentation, I believe your patience will be rewarded even in this chapter. To those entertaining a shot at telling a BZ story, my thanks in advance... expand the world of Sharon and her Sisters. I encourage you take one of these BZ Bitches or make up one of your own; there are ZB chapters at colleges across the nation, after all. AND my apologies to all of you who have waited so patiently. This was supposed to be out before Thanksgiving... then before Christmas... then by the end of the year. Life interferes sometimes. And I pushed part of the outline back into Chapter 14, so this could get out (and because I think we have a nice ending for this and a stepping off point for 14... See for yourself). RP great pics... I find myself 'seeing Sharon' in some of the women showing themselves off on the net; your selections have been spot on. NS, the cartoon was perfect, the idea of a cartoon representation of Sharon's story, a la Omaha, Cat Dancer or Cherry made me smile. As ever, I welcome your thoughts and suggestions. In reading Sharon's story, she becomes yours, too. If what I have her do isn't what you think would happen, apologies, but like I said, take another of her 'Sisters' or make one up & tell her story. If I can do it, anyone can do it. And for the bitter angry few who will decry how unbelievable or awful or horrible the story is... Are you serious? Thirteen chapters in you don't know what to expect from this story? THAT is unrealistic and sad and awful. If you did not like it before, I promise you will not appreciate this or the following chapters. Save yourself the angst and outrage and stop reading. I don't care what you think the story says about readers who do like it or about me. It's a S T O R Y. Fiction. Make believe. To the rest of you, happy wanking. And while it may take a bit, don't worry, Sharon's story is not finished... Pax, RA Chapter 13: Bet Your High Flying Ass... Sharon's new role as a Snake Eyes headliner and champagne room girl kept her more than busy. Her 'get wet' introduction Friday night, as the other dancers called it, was repeated Saturday night, except she danced twice the number of sets and had been grinding against strangers out on the floor for almost 6 hours before Raoul collected her as she was finishing getting a GI off in a back booth. The big bouncer calmly told her she had an 'admirer' who wanted to share a bottle of champagne with her. The hapless white housewife did not understand at first, but Raoul was patient, leading her to the short hallway that opened into the champagne room. He stopped, still on the main floor, introducing her to 'Clark,' a light skinned black man who had had Sharon do 3 lap dances in a row earlier in the evening. Flattered but nervous, Sharon quickly realized her 'date' was obviously a frequent customer, based on the casual and knowing way in which he led her into the blue room and to an open 'table.' The cushion, which reminded her of the ottoman at the foot of Chris' big chair in the den, was covered with faux polar bear fur. She giggled, seeing there indeed was a bottle of champagne on the small glass table between the 2 seats that completed the station. She answered Clark's toast and emptied the plastic champagne flute. Soon enough she found herself on her knees, slurping at the stranger's average cock. When he was hard and indicated he wanted more, she deftly slipped a condom onto him from the supply in the dispenser on the table where you would find sugar at a typical club or restaurant. And then she was on her back, looking around absently at the other dancers who'd been tapped to 'entertain' that night, while Clark thrust into her eagerly. She made the right noises, lifting a leg as his tempo began to change, spurring him on with a low moan that did the trick... He was through in less than 5 minutes, and fell back, gasping that she was 'amazing' and refilling their glasses. Sharon was glad for the 2nd drink... she had not cum yet, and even though Go had gotten her off before her shift, the constant semi-arousal that pervaded the club had her hungry to cum again. It had made it easy not to argue when Geoff signaled for her thirty minutes later... She had finished her last set on stage before Clark had fucked her, and was merely working the floor for the extra money. The guest the second time was older and heavier than Clark, and to her relief, he was bigger as well. She managed to get off as he lay back on a couch and had her ride him to his orgasm, all, while pouring bubbly down her bare chest and licking it off of her nipples. Sweating but momentarily sated, she thanked the second 'guest' with a brief kiss on the lips, then tracked down one of the other girls to ask about a shower-- the sugary wine had left her a sticky mess. She was not actually surprised when she found the shower was not private...the entry door was not even in the girls' changing room. Go had found a way to make money even on his girls cleaning up. When she entered the shower booth, a light went on over her head, and was obviously visible on the main floor, too, because it was not 30 seconds before she saw windows opening on 3 sides of the shower stall; Snake Eyes patrons were watching as she soaped up and rinsed. Without really thinking about it, she began to put on a show; if there was one instruction she had heard a hundred times, it was that she was to smile and 'flaunt it' when she was in the club. Two nights in, that reaction had already become second nature. Of course, at least one of her unseen voyeurs was sufficiently stimulated she found herself back in the champagne room a third time, letting a Hispanic soldier use her doggy style. At his urging she had several glasses of the bubbly as he was using her, and giggled that it was a different feeling getting buzzed while being balled. She did not make it out of the champagne room when her 'guest' had finished before a tall, nervous young black man was ushered in and proceeded to quickly enjoy himself with her, too. When he had finished and she had led him to the entrance to the champagne room, giving him the expected kiss on the lips as a final 'thanks,' she chose to stay in the blue lit room, lounging at the front with some of the other girls who'd been assigned to work on their backs, and were choosing to let the patrons who wanted it come to select them. Of course, she was still supposed to move and pose and offer the men who came in 'to browse' sufficient attention they would choose her. She knew she was not as good at that as the others-- experience was crucial to that skill set-- but as the 'new' girl she did not have to work very hard to get noticed. She had 'entertained' twice more before the bell rang through the club: 2AM, last call. She had not expected that 'last call,' would mean a rush not for final drinks, but for a last turn with the girls putting out in the blue room. Already a little embarrassed that 6 strangers and Go had used her since she had arrived at the club, she found herself draped over one of the fur trimmed cushions as another stranger thrust into her from behind, while his buddy had her suck him off. She did not pause to consider that the guy using her mouth was not in a condom, and swallowed his load in a few minutes without real reluctance... Rubbers tasted bad, she remembered, giggling at the thought. Driving home after her second night on duty at Snake Eyes, a fat roll of bills filling her clutch purse, Sharon had admitted she could understand why Go had no trouble getting dancers... they easily made more money than they could have earned doing anything else. She had been worried she had had too much to drink to be driving-- not an irrational concern-- but she was embarrassed at the thought of a cab picking her up at the club and was not about to ask anyone else to drive her home, so she climbed into the Range Rover and pulled out onto the early morning roads with over-exaggerated caution. She arrived safely, but had a wheel fully up the curb when she parked. She shut the door to her place and leaned against it as the clock on the wall chimed once. She glanced over, seeing it was 3:30AM. Groaning at how tired she realized she felt, Sharon stumbled to the bathroom, then flopped onto her bed and was quickly asleep, giggling at the thought that she might never have to change the sheets if she kept falling asleep on the comforter... The smell of coffee woke her shortly after noon on Sunday. She padded out of the bedroom, not caring how she looked, to find Dave pouring 2 mugs of coffee. She sat down at the kitchen table and was pleased when the ZB Brother served her a mug along with a little pitcher of cream. She put more than usual in, adding two packets of sugar before taking a sip. Satisfied that it wasn't too hot, she quickly emptied the mug, then stood up to fix another. She giggled when Dave spanked her haunch as she went by. "You make a Brother proud," he told her, "Go said you dance like you were born to it and you turn twice as many drinks as the other girls." Sharon beamed. She pointed to the schedule she had taped to the refrigerator. "Are you going to come watch me dance?" she asked, hopefully, "That's when I work... The nights it says 'C' I spend part of my shift in the champagne room." Dave nodded thoughtfully. "If it's a lower case 'c', like last night," she went on, "Well, then I work the floor, and if someone wants to go back I go along." Dave nodded again, as if he did not know Go's routine. "You ain't working tonight, though?" Sharon shook her head, and found herself hoping he would take her back to the frat. "Well, if I didn't have a project due I'd drive you back to get some new outfits for your job," he smiled, "We could go back to the mall... past time you got touched up, ain't it?" Sharon blushed... a few errant hairs had become obvious where she'd been worked on the 1st time he had taken her 'home.' She clenched her thighs together, remembering what else they'd done that day. "Guess we'll have to do that sometime soon." She just nodded. Dave sat looking at her, until she bit her lip uncertainly, feeling as if she was missing something. "What?" she finally asked. Dave shook his head as if she should know. "What'd you do last night?" he asked. She blushed. "I danced." "You danced?" "I... I stripped." He waited, "And I did lap dances... and I... I entertained in the champagne room." She couldn't bring herself to say what 'entertained' meant. He rolled his eyes. "Did they give you anything to bring home?" She frowned, "No, they... oh," she blushed more deeply, "Oh, oops, I forgot..." She ran into the bedroom, returning with the clutch purse. She pulled out the thick wad of rubber banded bills. "See? I couldn't believe it... I thought it must be a mistake," she said proudly, handing it to Dave. He stripped off the rubber bands and quickly counted through it, nodding. "Not bad at all," he said, stripping off 3 $20's and as many $5's, before reapplying the rubber band. He dropped the impressive roll into his shirt pocket, leaving the rest sitting on the kitchen table. Sharon blushed, looking at the money. "Oh, no, that was the deal," she started, "I mean..." "Hell, it looks like you need some groceries," Dave interrupted, "and like I said, you'll want to get some things to use on stage," he pulled a battered flyer out of his back pocket, "This Adam and Eve catalog? They've got some killer shit... and so does the Playboy Store... I tucked one of their catalogs inside." He tossed them onto the table top, and Sharon picked them up, at once scandalized and aroused at the variety of toys and clothes and what not she saw on the pages. She didn't notice the mailing address and name were her own. "I'd better get going," he was delighted at the way she looked up when he said that-- she'd obviously expected to be having sex with him. "I think we've got just the sort of party you'll enjoy," he assured her, "It's just a couple weeks away." He motioned toward the fridge, "Better get yourself some groceries, though." and then he had left, struggling not to laugh at the helplessly ensnared housewife's response. The only thing that would've been better would've been if she'd offered to give him the rest of the money to have him get her off... Dave wondered if he could arrange for just that sort of show as he headed for the other side of campus to pick Keiko up. The hot little Asian BZ Bitch was doing the same thing Sharon was doing, except at one of the juice bars closer to campus. Eyeing the roll of bills he'd taken from Sharon's purse, he admitted 'little Key' wasn't doing nearly as well as their prize filly, but that wasn't a big surprise. Still, he'd have to do something about that... Sharon managed to do her laundry and get groceries on Sunday. She called Kelly, but her friend didn't answer. She considered going home, but the thought of having Chris wanting to have sex with her was enough to stay away... As horny as she'd been when Dave was in her little condo, when he'd gone she'd realized she was still a little stiff and sore after the prior nights' activity. She hadn't even been tempted to masturbate when Dave had left without doing anything to her. After a light lunch-- she had stocked the freezer with Healthy Choice frozen dinners, and the fridge with fruits, juices, and single serving champagne bottles, as well as more of the beer she'd seen Shaun and Dave drinking-- she grabbed a water bottle and a granola bar and hit the gym. It was flattering the way the guys eyed her as she did thirty minutes on the elliptical, and another thirty minutes on the treadmill. Mindful of the muscles she was using dancing, she spent most of another thirty minutes on the weight machines, too. She was embarrassed to admit, on the walk home, she had sort of hoped someone might approach her while she was exercising, but she had not seen any of the frat members. By the time the sun was dipping below the horizon, she almost wished a chip holder would visit. She wasn't sure what else to do. After paging through the flyers Dave had left, Sharon went online, ordering several items from both the Playboy and Adam and Eve sites; outfits she could use at work and some toys she hoped would convince Dave or Shaun to spend more time with her when they visited. After finishing a frozen dinner, Sharon paced about before remembering Dave warning her to get enough exercise. Maybe she needed to exercise more... Hoping she might bump into a ZB, she made the trip across the campus again, repeating her time on the treadmill and elliptical, pushing herself until her top was sufficiently sweat soaked that it was obvious she had no sports bra-- or any bra-- underneath. Sharon basked at once more in the many looks she got from the male students using the gym, and ignored the more pointed glares of the other women. When a woman barely older than her daughter said something under her breath as she walked past, Sharon just shrugged, almost laughing when the spectacles little prude sniffed and hurried away... If she was not such a sourpuss, Sharon knew the guys would have eyed the other young woman. She was not as busty, but she was graceful like a gymnast, and Sharon had seen some of the things a more petite woman could do to satisfy her man or men. The little dear was clearly uncomfortable with herself. Sharon made the walk back across the quad without incident, and reluctantly turned in at 10PM. She slept soundly, even making the next morning's classes, but of course, she had to be out at Snake Eyes before the lunch rush. She grabbed a granola and champagne lunch, then drove out to the club in time to practice a little... and to spend fifteen enjoyable minutes getting Go off, before she had to go to work. She worked every day the first week, the lunch shift on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and the Tuesday night shift. Well, that's when she was on the schedule, but she was at the club every night. There was always a lull between lunch and the after work crowd. Nobody said anything to her about going home, though, and whether it was blowing Go under his desk as he went about handling the business, practicing her dances and the music she would use, trying to fix the pathetic supply of 'community costumes' that filled the bin in the dressing room, or talking to the other girls, getting pointers and suggestions, Sharon most nights was surprised to realize that her shift was long past and she was still there, working the tables, shaking her ass, grinding against strangers, and downing the heavily watered drinks to pad the customers' tabs, not to mention putting out for whoever... for whatever Go charged. Of course, before every shift Go took a turn with her; he wasn't selfish, and even if he came as she sat on her knees beneath his desk, he always made sure to 'feed her the pipe' as he called it. Without shame she mused it was the best part of her day, Thursday afternoon, as she slipped into the costume she'd chosen for her first turn on stage... She always got off repeatedly while he was using her. By her second Friday as one of Go's dancers, Sharon understood why the other girls seemed so quiet and pale... She could not seem to get enough sleep, even skipping her classes to allow longer naps, she was dragging. Dancing was a chore, even without prep and practice... The lap dances left her aroused but unfulfilled, and more often than not whoever was fucking her in the Champagne room was done before she was really excited, much less before she really got off. The weekend was a blur. She woke, showered, grabbed some clothes, and hurried to work, staggering in shortly before sunrise to sleep away the day before repeating the process. Midway through her second full week as a dancer, Sharon was wondering how much longer she could keep doing it. The money was still impressive... She had given Shaun more than a thousand dollars Sunday morning, and he had told her how proud he was of her... but he had not stayed. The end of the week and the weekend were once again lost to any real memory. Staring at herself in the mirror Saturday afternoon she tried to remember anything about the night before... How many times had she danced? How many had she entertained in the champagne room? When had she gotten home? She wondered if her drinks had not been watered down. She was relieved that she was no more sore than usual... there was a constant ache she had just learned to ignore in all of muscles. Worried she would not stay awake on the drive home after the club closed down Saturday night, Sharon slept in the Range Rover Saturday night, stealing a long nap in the dressing room after the relentless sun pouring through the windshield woke her up. She napped again, curled up on Go's couch after he found her in the dressing room and led her by the hand to his office to 'wear her out so she could sleep good and proper.' When she woke, after sundown, still naked on the couch in Go's office, she jumped up, worried for long moments she was late to her next shift. The music was working, and she had spent most of a minutes scrambling to gather her clothes before she realized she was off-- she could go home. Of course, getting back to sleep, then, Sunday night was not easy. Although she knew she should feel rested, she lay in bed staring at the ceiling and skipped class before dragging herself out of bed to shower and get ready for her lunch shift Monday. She had not felt so jet lagged when the family had gone to Europe a few summers before. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 13 Monday was so used to putting out for Go, she did not bother to knock, walking unannounced into his office at 1130. She stopped short, finding him banging Kelly, the younger woman splayed over his desk, mewling and panting happily as he pumped into her from behind. Sharon watched for several long seconds before realizing they could see her. She blushed, but Go just winked and told her he'd 'try to save some to give her later.' Embarrassed, Sharon scrambled out of his office and into the dressing room, intent on working her shift without letting on how jealous she felt at having seen Go fucking Kelly... She knew that was ridiculous, but she hadn't had really good sex from anyone else in weeks. She had been looking forward to getting off, and knowing Kelly was cumming on the cock she wanted to get her off... Sharon giggled at that thought; it certainly wasn't the first time that had happened. And Kelly was her friend; she told herself she should be happy the younger woman was getting off, too. BZ Bitches had to stick together. Kelly wasn't the only other BZ Bitch who joined Sharon at Snake Eyes during that third week; Diane was also there that night. Sharon had found herself wondering if the club owner was somehow fucking all of his girls. She was a little embarrassed at how good it felt when she learned Diane hadn't gotten the same attention she and Kelly enjoyed. She was not about to suggest her Sister see what their boss had in the cock department, though. She and Kelly laughed over a pact to keep that not so little secret to themselves unless Go chose to 'treat' their fellow Bitch. The younger women adapted to their new 'job' without any apparent trouble. Neither said anything about missing classes or missing out on ZB parties. Sharon wonderd if they were still going to parties, as well as working-- neither Diane nor Kelly worked as many shifts as Sharon did. They did not look as tired as she felt sauntering across the glossy stage, twirling around the brass pole, or shaking it in the back room. Sharon was not about to ask, though; she had decided she did not want to know what she had been missing. They carpooled when schedules allowed, and some nights the women 'slept over,' after the club had closed, though usually all were too spent to do more than snuggle. Having her Sisters around made work more fun, and Sharon never complained about the hours she was working or the number of men she was servicing; Dave was quick to tell her she was 'doing good' when he stopped by to collect what she had earned. He had also left her more money... a few bills every time he stopped to get the rest, and Sharon had continued to shop, collecting enough costumes to fill a travel suitcase she kept in the Range Rover when she was not working. It felt good, having so many men watching her... wanting her. And she was proud how well she could get them off, giving them pleasure. Go was quick to tell her, whenever they were alone, that she was his best girl. Sharon just blushed, pressing herself against him and mumbling she was happy he was happy. A few moments later he was thrusting into her steadily and she was cumming, reveling in the pleasure she was only finding by going to work... Even so, Sharon was truly dragging by the end of her first month working at Go's. She had long since stopped trying to count the number of men who had used her; she had stopped being flattered by the men who had enjoyed her enough to come back for more. She found herself remembering what Cherry had said, even contemplating inquiring what the younger but more experienced stripper knew about that could help her get her zip back before a shift. She was spared finding out when Go called she and Kelly in after they had both finished their last turns on stage the next Saturday night. "Well, Shar'," he cupped her ass and tweaked her unpiereced nipple before offering similarly familiar 'greetings' to Kelly, "You've been at it a month... Doing real good, girl... Making good money... Building me return customers... Showin' your Sisters the ropes... I'm proud of ya." Sharon smiled and nodded, trying not to let on how much she wanted Go to fuck her right then and there... It did not matter that Kelly was there; her friend had seen Sharon have sex before. Glancing at the way Kelly was shifting, pressing her thighs tight, Sharon almost giggled, sure that her friend was thinking the same thing... confident they were both literally dripping wet. "And you, my little one," Go smiled at Kelly, "You're almost neck and neck with our prize housewife." He leered at both women, then lowered his zipper, "Think you can take care of this together?" Sharon nearly jumped she was so eager to comply. Even so, Kelly was on her knees at the same time. The women slurped up and down Go's rising shaft, alternately taking the blunt cockhead into their mouths. Go watched the unspoken competition with obvious enjoyment. Sharon was the first to bob her head into his groin, taking him into her throat. She held him there, sucking hungrily as Kelly practically whined in protest, awaiting her turn. When Sharon came up for air, Kelly dove onto him, bobbing up and down fervently. They alternated for a couple minutes, working his crank until Go winced, concerned he might actually sustain damage. He settled a hand on each woman's head, regaining some measure of control. The women backed off, licking and kissing at his shaft... and increasingly each other. Both women were steadily fingering themselves. Smiling down at the little show, Go bent over the women, catching the hand each woman was using to work her own slit. Sharon was so intent on getting Go off she wasn't initially aware of what was happening when Go pulled her hand away. Was he telling her he wanted them to... Her fingers returned to her slit and she began to work it as feverishly as before... up and down, around her clit, dipping inside... As she returned to working the inner labia, though, the pressure on her own sex built, shifting up to focus on her clit. She groaned as she realized what Go had done. She was fingering Kelly, and Kelly was... Sharon moaned around Go's cock as Kelly's fingers brought her off. A moment later, the younger woman writhed against Sharon as she, too, got off. They kept at Go's cock, though, and in short order he was ready to blow. He'd been practicing something with Kelly for just what he had planned, and turning her hips, he pushed his cockhead into the younger woman's mouth. He groaned as he began to cum, ignoring the whine of protest that escaped Sharon's throat. Kelly looked up at him, still bobbing her head slightly as she took his cum. When he was spent, he pulled away, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he watched Kelly. The pretty coed dutifully tilted her head back and opened her mouth, showing off his load. "Damn you two are a good team," he praised them, "I think you'd better share that with Sharon, Kel', she's been patient." Kelly closed her mouth as she turned to the aroused housewife. Sharon ducked low as Kelly leaned toward her. "Let me see it," Go warned. Kelly paused, then moving over Sharon's open mouth, she parted her lips, letting Go's jism drool into Sharon's open, wanting mouth. Go smiled, hoping the cameras caught it. As the heavy string of pearlescent fluid broke, Kelly brought her mouth down, kissing the older woman. Sharon returned the kiss passionately, and as they continued sharing his cum, their fingers began to roam over one another's firm body. Go watched as the women moved closer, hands roaming over breasts, between legs, fondling, pinching, caressing. Their moans grew as the women got more into what they were doing to each other than what they'd been sharing. It wasn't a minute before they'd managed to shed their clothes. Bodies undulated as roving fingers and a passionate French kiss became an intimate 69. Sharon moved atop the smaller coed, each woman moaning into the other's twitching sex. After a couple minutes, Kelly gasped, bucking up against her friend and lover, spilling both women onto their sides. They came together, after a few minutes more, bodies twitching visibly, and still didn't stop until each had enjoyed another more gentle climax some minutes later. Flushed with arousal, panting from their exertions, the women sat up, both having obviously forgotten about their audience. The vestiges of his own eruption shone on their skin, as Kelly and Sharon looked from one another to him and back. He shook his head, chuckling, then offered each a hand, pleased at the total lack of inhibition both showed. "Damn you put on a great show," he paused as if thinking of something for the first time, "In fact, I think you're going to be just the thing." The women frowned prettily, puzzled. He waved his hands dismissively. "Oh, I should explain... T&A have been invited to tour the circuit... They'll be gone for 3 months starting after Thanksgiving. I'd been wondering how I'd replace them... it's the club's biggest draw... though admittedly you've given them a run for their money," he winked at Sharon. "How would you two like to be our new girl girl act?" He was certain, having watched them, of their answer, or it wouldn't have been a question. They really had no say in anything, but one of the tricks was never to let them think about that. "You get to practice without having to work the early shift... You won't be in the champagne room as often, and only work the floor after every other time on stage. In fact," he paused, "I'll have them work with you before we open a couple days a week. and I'll give you both off the week of Thanksgiving... Then you can come back and wow us all the weekend after Turkey Day." Sharon and Kelly were nodding. Laughing, they hugged each other before bothering to begin to sort out the clothes they'd strewn about the floor. Go cleared his throat. "There's just one other thing." They stopped, both obviously ready for something they would not like. He was certain they would be happily surprised by his next words. He stood up from where he'd flopped into his seat to watch their impromptu performance, "The little show you just put on has me a little frustrated..." The women smiled, dropping the clothing they had picked up. "Why don't you both bend over my desk here and we'll see which of you can hold out the longest." It was gratifying the way they jumped to obey... like they wanted to have him inside of him. Smiling, he caught hold of Sharon's waist and slipped into her depths, delighting in the keening moan that escaped the married woman's lips. He pushed in and out slowly, teasing her, then backed out entirely after the fifth thrust to offer Kelly the same introductory fuck. The women shimmied and moaned, pushing back at him. As Go alternated, working between both undeniably hot women, he wondered at how easy it was... He had never had to work to get a woman, and had never found himself lacking female company. Some days he marveled there wasn't a gentlemen's club on every corner, the money was so certain and the 'work' so easy. He had to admit, though, as he pushed himself back into Sharon, that this one... this married white coed, was uncommonly good. Smiling, he was glad she had been as easy to hook up as Dave had assured him she would be... He did not know how long Shaun and Dave would loan their new Bitches out, but it was proving a win-win situation, both monetarily and... He spanked Sharon's bare ass, and the aroused white wife moaned and shivered, obviously near an orgasm. Go mused that he was going to enjoy them thoroughly while he could... He could worry about just how much money they had brought in later. Beneath him, Sharon twitched, struggling not to be the first to cum... She was guessing whoever lasted longer would get to finish Go off, and she wanted to be the one, but when he had spanked her, she had very nearly climaxed. She bit back the groan of disappointment when Go backed out, feeling the way Kelly's arm muscles tightened as their employer began to fuck her young friend once again. She tried to calm her breathing, told herself to think about laundry and her kids' homework-- anything not to be so excited. Then Go was thrusting into her again. She moaned, twitching visibly, still fighting the approaching orgasm. God, it felt so good, but she wanted more... Sharon dug her fingernails into her palm, desperate for a few seconds distraction. Then he had backed out, and she felt Kelly stiffen as he impaled her. The younger woman's body rocked and Sharon counted... Three, four, fix, six... She frowned when the count reached twelve, and belatedly realized Kelly was shaking in an obvious orgasm. She smiled broadly, then paused, wondering if Go meant to finish off in her friend. She needn't have worried; the big club owner slowed as Kelly's climax ebbed. Chuckling, he pulled out. "Guess you get the prize tonight, Shar," Sharon nodded, moaning loudly as Go's big hands caught her by the waist and he began to thrust into her again more forcefully than before. She did not trust her voice enough to answer, she was already so close to her own orgasm. Pressing her thighs against the drawers of the desk front, she levered back eagerly, welcoming the big man's thrusts He leaned back, careful that the room's many cameras would have a clear view as he paused, taking his hands off of her waist, letting the hot housewife impale herself on his jutting cock. When she whined in protest, he smiled, spanking her naked ass lightly before catching her cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart and firmly groping both. The movement pulled Sharon's sex tighter around his pumping shaft, increasing the friction on her aroused clit. Sharon's breath caught. Her back arched, hands scrabbling to catch hold of the far edge of the desk as she began to cum. She pushed back at him, a low, breathless moan escaping her throat. "Ahhh," Go cut lose on the next thrust, having been more than ready since shortly after he'd started giving it to both women. Still erupting, he backed out, painting Sharon's ass before turning toward Kelly, who had recovered enough to watch her friend with obvious jealousy. Without being told, she leaned over catching the last of his spend in her mouth. Go patted her head as if she was an obedient dog. "That's my girl," he praised them both, then gestured at the glimmering fluid on Sharon's shivering ass, "Maybe you'd better help Mrs. Sharon get cleaned up before you go on duty." Kelly did not hesitate, and before he shooed the women out they had treated him to a second heated oral lez fest. Checking the clock, the club owner wondered just how long they could continue, and reluctantly reminded his girls they still had a job to do. When they had dutifully left to clean up before making him money with their fine asses, Go unlocked the computer and eyed the projected figures... Even ignoring the money he was getting for sharing T&A with other club owners, the numbers his new act would bring in were going to make it the best year he had ever had, and in a down economy. Lighting a fat Cuban cigar, Go remembered what the club owner who had shown him the ropes had insisted: liquor stores and strip clubs were recession proof. The night was another blur for Sharon. Still buzzed by the endorphin release of her orgasms, the first two sessions on the stage were over before she knew it. Smiling, she circulated, asking for drinks, offering lap dances, and entertaining twice in the blue room before her third set came up. The DJ had spanked her, asking if she needed a pick me up when he found her leaning against the booth. Sharon had smiled-- always smile-- and had thanked him for the offer, but before she had to turn him down a patron-- one of her regulars-- came along, leading her back so he could get off. She knew Chet had already had her... all of the employees, including most of the dancers, had taken a turn with her the night she'd 'gotten wet.' She giggled as the guy who'd been there her last three nights began what had become 'their routine,' having her suck at him until he was fully hard. Diane and Kelly had not gotten the full 'wet night' treatment' at least not when she had been there, but having the other new girls who had come to dance get her off was actually better than a lot of the sex she was having in the club. The memory of having Go enjoy she and Kelly... and what she and Kelly had done afterwards, had Sharon just aroused enough that she managed a small orgasm with her client, a reaction he recognized and was clearly excited about. Assuring her he would be back again soon, he thanked her, hastily zipping up after she had expertly stripped off his condom. Sharon paused in the Champagne room, enjoying the almost palpable excitement under the blue lights, and emptying a water bottle one of the clean up crew brought for her. Her exit to the main room was delayed when her 'Prince Charming' pointed her out to her buddy. Before Sharon really knew it, the buddy had her against the cool black wall at the back of the Champagne room, doing a credible job of fucking her standing up. Sharon wrapped her legs around his waist, spurring him on with her heels and soft moans, taking satisfaction in how quickly she managed to finish him off so that she could get back for her next set. There were enough girls on duty it was a 5 set night. Sharon was smiling but she was no longer really processing what was happening by the end of her last dance. She swayed sexily on the pole, vaguely aware Kelly had been working the opposite stage. When she started to head toward the curtain, though, she saw Chet motioning for her to stay put. Puzzled, she automatically began to collect the bills still littering the stage around her. Go came out, catching the wireless microphone that Chet tossed him. "Isn't this pretty lady something, guys?" his voice rumbled as he draped an arm around Sharon's still naked shoulders. She bit her lip, embarrassed at how her body responded to his proximity, and wondering if the men staring up at them knew it. "She and Kelly have sure been shaking their asses for you tonight... Give them another round of applause!" There were shouts and cheers, and a few more bills were thrown up onto the stage. "In fact," Go went on, "I wanted you-- our favorite patrons," he paused as the dancers all over the room reacted with almost reflexive winks and 'come hither' smiles at those men nearby, "To be the first to hear about what we're going to give you all for Christmas." 'Free dances!' someone shouted and the rest laughed, before quieting. Go smiled at the joke, "Well, you know we have our high roller club... If you're here more than a couple nights a week I'd suggest you look into it. Ain't nothing free in this world, but you can find we treat the best of our favorite patrons to some truly special perks. There were murmurs as the patrons considered that. "No, tonight you may have noticed T&A aren't performing." Heads nodded, "They were away at a stripping competition... I shit you not," he said over the laughter, "There is such a thing, and frankly they blew the competition away. I'm proud our girls have walked off with the best of trophy again this year, but it means they're going to be performing nationwide for several months. Don't worry," Go waved his free hand, then pulled Kelly, who'd been instructed to join the others on the main stage, close like he was hugging the topless white housewife, "They'll be back, But. These two, our hottest new dancers, are going to be the new duo so hot they get you off while you're sitting watching them." He winked at the assembled crowd, "Trust me, gents, I've seen 'em do it." Sharon smiled nervously at Kelly as the men around them cheered. "Of course, they're going to have to learn the ropes, so not only are we losing T&A, we're going to see less of them for the next couple weeks." There were boos, but Go waved them away with his fingertips. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 13 "C'mon, gents, they'll still be here for your pleasure. But when they're back and on stage together it'll blow your mind. I'm sure you're anxious to get back to the night's entertainment," he began the wrap up, "But I wanted you to know so you can more appropriately show your appreciation to these lovely girls tonight, since it may be awhile before their schedules are free." Sharon was looking forward to the promised break and did not consider what Go was telling the night's crowd. "And of course, as usual, we'll be having a contest to see what their name should be. Start thinking, we'll accept submissions at the box office, the sound booth, and the bar. Think about it, guys. The usual rules apply: no more than three submissions a person. We'll tell you who won and what our girls are going to be called as an early Christmas gift when they're back the weekend after Thanksgiving." His hands slipped down and he swatted both women on the ass, to the crowd's amusement, before all three went through the heavy curtain, Phoebe strutting past them, as if determined to make the crowd forget about Sharon and Kelly. When she had had time to rest, Sharon would admit she should have expected the reaction Go's announcement triggered. She smiled at Kelly, who seemed nearly asleep on her feet, as the women took seats before the vanities where they prepared for any performance or a round on the floor. Sharon pointed to the clock, "At least it's just an hour to last call." Kelly looked at Sharon in obvious puzzlement, shaking her head almost sadly. Sharon never got to ask what the younger woman meant; neither she nor Kelly even made it to the floor before they were in demand. Geoff stepped through the door from the hall, motioning for both women to join him. Sharon tucked herself into a bra and matching G string, touched up her make up, and followed the smaller, younger woman straight across the back of the main room to the Champagne room. There was a line of men, all of whom brightened, some clapping upon the women's entry. While there were always three or four dancers in the plush chairs at the front of the room, posing and batting artificial lashes in an attempt to get some action, the men almost universally were intent on taking a turn with the soon to be limited performers. Sharon barely had time to down flutes of the champagne between 'entertaining.' It was weak comfort that Kelly was kept as busy. The women were not even given time to escort their suitors back; other dancers did that, one bringing the new meat up for his turn while another fawned over the sated customer. Sharon managed to keep smiling, making the right noises, urging the men on, including a repeat visit from her 'regular' and his buddy, who insisted on 'sharing her.' She soon regretted her performance in getting them off, as the next 6 guys elected to 'pair up' and use her similarly. She never heard 'Last Call' announced, and was too busy trying to convince each successive man she was hot to trot and desperate for his cock to realize that she and Kelly were still putting out two hours after Last Call had been announced.... More than an hour after the other women had run out of interested suitors. The clean up crew had reported as usual, to be treated to a more arousing show than was usually the case, and earning the women each a final pair of 'admirers' to be serviced before they were left barely conscious on the plush memory foam beanbags that dotted the room. Only when the young Hispanic who had been panting while fucking into her almost an hour before politely cleared his throat did Sharon struggled upright. She went over to collect her as exhausted BZ Sister, the pair staggering back to the dressing room. Go happened in as they cleaned up. "God, you should have charged them double," Sharon pouted, wondering if she would ever be the same again. The big club owner snorted. "Darlin', I DID charge them double. But they know you won't be nearly as available as my top act, so they wanted a last hurrah tonight. You did good. Nap here if you need to, but get home safe. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. T&A will be back this Wednesday, so I'll expect to see both of you hear before the lunch rush to practice with them." Like Kelly, Sharon managed a nod, her head still reeling at the idea the endless line of horny men had paid double whatever Go was usually charging to fuck her. How man? She shivered, certain she did not want to know. On the way home, Kelly was too tired to carry a conversation about what lay in store for them. Sharon listened to her voicemails. Chris had called wondering what day before Thanksgiving she would be home, since it was almost time for the pre break tests. Dave had called reminding her that she did not need to worry about how she did on the tests , BUT warning that she did have to show up for the exams. Groaning, Sharon looked at the blurred numbers on the dashboard clock: 5:42. In less than three hours she had to be at her first final. She nearly panicked, unable to remember for a moment which class was first. Even reminding herself the tests did not matter only eased her anxiety a little; she kept expecting a call that she was failing the courses she had barely attended for the semester. College seemed, simply, too easy. She laughed at that, wondering if she had ever been as tired or had worked as hard as she had in the last eight plus hours. Considering the big parties, she guessed she had maybe had more sex, but she'd enjoyed that sex. It had not seemed like work. This, though... She ran a hand through Kelly's hair, relieved that they were going to be able to dance together and escape the exhausting work they had been doing at the club. There was a brief message from Shaun, asking after her, and pointing out he had not been able to see her for weeks since she was working instead of partying. Sharon felt a pang of loss, even as she was relieved that Shaun had missed her. It never occurred to her he could have visited her anytime at her home or the club. That was probably, though, because he had gone on, assuring her there was a party that would be 'safe' the coming Friday and he was looking forward to seeing her again before she went home for the holiday. Sharon was too worried she would not wake up to even try to sleep, a concern Kelly's near comatose state supported. The women got to their classes, though; Sharon even took a stab at the tests. Fortunately the tests were all in morning classes, so their sessions with Tawny and Adele caused no problems. Sharon quickly came to enjoy the time she and Kelly spent with the T&A performers. Adele was characteristically dour, acting as if the other women were somehow out to steal her thunder. But she helped out, offering sharp criticisms, followed by reluctant pointers, and by week's end, grudging praise. Tawny was helpful and supportive if reserved. Kelly and Sharon were both quick to assure the others they were not interested in pushing them out of Snake Eyes; both expected to go home for summer break, when the T&A tour would be finished, so there would be no competition for who was the headliner at Snake Eyes. Sharon went so far as to remind the more experienced women the last thing she wanted was any attention outside the club; 'making it' on the circuit would destroy her marriage. Not for the first time Tawny asked how it was she was stripping and 'entertaining' at the club if her husband would not approve. Sharon deftly shrugged, assuring the younger but more world-wise woman she was not sure just how it had happened, only that if she tried to stop doing things that put her marriage at risk, her marriage would be destroyed. Adele snorted it sounded like it was bound to happen at some point, a thought that had brought Sharon awake in a cold sweat more than one night, but after months living the string of lies, she just shrugged, insisting that they were taking steps to protect her, and wouldn't have any reason to hurt her marriage, so long as she was giving them what they want. The others could not argue with that, and soon enough the 'how' of Sharon's presence as a feature dancer at Snake Eyes had given way to the 'how' Sharon and Kelly could wow the crowd working together. The first time their simulated sex turned into a heated sixty-nine, Adele called a halt, asking pointedly if Sharon thought eating Kelly out on stage was going to be 'acceptable.' The new team were puzzled-- they had seen both women screaming and writhing under the skilled touch of the other on stage. Hugging their pupils to dispel the tension Adele had caused, Tawny explained that simulating lesbian sex was the key to success; the women had to be able to keep dancing and moving throughout the show. If either or both really got off, they would quickly not be dancing. She also mused she had not expected the women to be 'into' each other, especially considering that Sharon was actually married. Smiling, Sharon had admitted she had not expected she would actually enjoy having sex with another woman, before adding that Kelly was better with her mouth than Chris was. It did not occur to her that no long before she had consciously avoided making such comparisons. Between practice working the pole in tandem and realistically performing cunnilingus on stage, the experienced team described some of the variations they could work on, from 'playing ping pong,' to using the shower, to 'toasting' the groom to be at bachelor parties. Adele also insisted they get used to 'dealing' with the occasional 'slip of the tongue.' The first time she did it, Sharon was shocked at the unexpected penetration of the angry woman's tongue into her sex. Admittedly, the sexiness of what they were doing and were talking about had all of the women more than a little aroused. Sharon arched her back and gasped, then buried her face in Adele's sex, as she moaned, "Yesss!" The response triggered a similar release in the rigidly controlled bleached blonde, not in small part the idea that a married older woman was willingly eating her out. Instead of calling a stop to it, she lapped at Sharon's flowing sex, the stud in her tongue proving to be a new experience for Sharon, who came strongly and repeatedly, all while trying to return the attention without letting on she was really going at it. Watching the real and spontaneous heat the others were going at it before Adele came on Sharon's tongue, and only after everyone had orgasmed did Adele call a halt. Panting, voice husky with her own arousal, she pointed out she had been 'testing' Sharon, adding that at least the mother and wife had made an effort to keep at it instead of simply lying spent after her climax. When Kelly pointed out that the 'real thing' had been so erotic she and Tawny had not been able to stop themselves, Adele reluctantly admitted that sometimes really doing it could be a great show. Tawny warned them, though that it was also strictly illegal; outside of Snake Eyes, it could land them in jail, a place Sharon for obvious reasons would want to avoid. Smiling at Adele, she went on that the down side of cumming once on stage was it was never enough. When Adele nodded at her partner's unspoken request, Tawny caught Sharon's hand, adding that she wanted to see just what it was Sharon had done to get Adele off so strongly. Kelly giggled as she moved to 'practice' with Adele while Sharon and Tawny enjoyed a prolonged sixty nine on the dimly lit stage. Again, the use of a tongue stud was quick to trigger Sharon's release, and she found herself asking about the jewelry. Panting from her own series of climaxes, Tawny stretched, shaking her long bleach blonde hair out as she assured Sharon she 'did just fine' without it. Adele snorted, telling the other women Tawny was just scared to imagine how good Sharon would be if she had a tongue stud in place. Tawny elbowed her partner. "So you're saying a tongue stud and you'll leave me for her?" Tawny asked archly. They giggled at Sharon's obvious distress. "Relax, Shar," Tawny laughed, "Adele knows there are precious few women who can deal with her day in and day out." "And there aren't many women confident enough to share their lover with all comers, men and women alike," Adele countered. "Ditto," Tawny sniffed. Before it could escalate, the women kissed, promptly moving into yet another heated exchange, that while similar to what they had been showing Kelly and Sharon, was immediately obviously heartfelt vs. the 'show' they had been championing. Most of the Friday 'class' was spent in variations of lesbian sex. When she worried that they weren't ready, Tawny laughed, assuring Sharon the new pair was more than ready, as sex and responsive as both were. Sharon did not admit that part of her arousal had been the unrealized hope that Go would be there to enjoy her or she and Kelly both. But the club owner had been plainly absent, each day she and Kelly had been at the club. In fact, while she was still a little tired, four nights without sex had the married white housewife almost constantly aroused, hungry for cock. And the passion she had shared with the other women that afternoon did nothing to ease that need. If Shaun had not called to remind her to 'be ready' for a great time Saturday, she would have been calling Dave to 'entertain' chip holders or have asked about working a shift at the club. While the Friday 'class' had taken the edge off, she wondered if she would be able to sleep, knowing Shaun would be there to pick her up at seven the next morning. As such, she begged off the other women's offer to go clubbing that night. Kelly's delight at being included as a 'third wheel' almost made Sharon reconsider, but she was determined to go home to rest. Two of the single servings of Champagne and a healthy bowl of the dwindling weed on her mantle, and Sharon managed to drift off, smiling at dreams of Shaun taking her on the stage at Snake Eyes while Tawny, Adele, and the rest of the girls cheered them on... Sharon stretched, smiling as she looked up at Shaun. The broad shouldered frat brother was still shaking her shoulder gently. He matched her smile. "Ready for the day's adventure, my little BZ Bitch?" he said. Sharon nodded, sitting up, hoping he would notice the arousal of her nipples and choose to start the day off right. He tweaked the pierced side, "Get a shower, then come get some breakfast." She nodded, hurrying in the shower, wondering if he might actually be fixing something for her to eat. When she came out, wearing a clean white 'BZ Bitch' tank top and hot pink short shorts, she found Shaun finishing a plate of eggs and toast. He had set a champagne bottle and granola bar at her place. She started to sit to eat, but he scooped them up with one big hand, swatting her ass with the other. "C'mon, girl, we don't want to be late." He laughed at her surprise. Sharon caught the table edge to keep from falling as she reversed direction to stand up again. She slipped a pair of 3" heels on and followed the big ZB Frat member out to his Escalade. It was just as amusing to Shaun watching Sharon squirm in the passenger seat as they pulled away from her place. When she asked where they were going so early he just laughed, telling her that would ruin the surprise. After pretending to ignore her obvious arousal for a few minutes, he asked if she needed anything. She blushed, biting her lip before shrugging and telling him she had hoped they would have some time to 'do it' before leaving for the day's adventure. He looked at her in feigned ignorance. "Do it?" she blushed more visibly, nodding. "I was hoping you would fuck me," she finally admitted. Shaun nodded. "Oh, you need a cock?" She nodded, pressing a hand between her legs. He chuckled, "Oh, my little Bitch, never fear, you'll get some cock today." Sharon shivered visibly at that. Shaun felt himself getting hard at how completely they had managed to make the white housewife their slut. "But I tell you what," he smiled, "If you need to get an early start..." Before he had finished, Sharon was slipping out of the seatbelt to lean down, slurping him into her mouth. Damn, but she could suck cock. It was not a long trip to their destination, but even so it was a struggle to hold off until they were pulling into the parking lot. "Here it comes, baby," he warned her, pleased at the way the once shy white housewife gobbled at him more eagerly. "Ahhhh," he erupted, lifting his hips as he got off. Sharon took it all, and went on bobbing her head until he was completely soft... or as soft as he could get with that attention. "We're here, little bitch," he reminded her, watching expectantly as she sat up and looked around while wiping her mouth. "Is this..." "The airport. Yep," he zipped up, then climbed out of the big SUV, "C'mon, we don't want to be late for the flight." Sharon scrambled out as Shaun retrieved the duffle that had been stored in the closed bed, slinging it as he headed into the terminal. "OK, but what... I mean, where..." Sharon had to jog to keep up with Shaun's longer strides. She was more than surprised and impressed when the frat member was able to simply wave at the terminal staff, walking straight through the long single story building and out onto the tarmac. "Uhm, isn't there a metal detector... or security..." Shaun laughed. "Little Bitch, this is a charter flight. We own this plane, so we can carry whatever we want aboard," he looked back, "You don't know where we're headed?" Nervous, Sharon shook her head. Shaun was pleased she was apparently willing to go wherever he led. Given what Dave wanted to do in the next few months, it would come in handy. "You got a passport?" Sharon looked at him in surprise. "Uhm, I do, but not with me. I mean, I didn't think..." Shaun laughed. "I'm just teasing ya, we're staying in the US today." Sharon just nodded as he guided her to the stairway of the big Boeing 737. "Go on up, say hello to your fans." Nervously Sharon climbed the stairs, pleased when Shaun's hand cupped her ass halfway up the mobile stairway. "Hurry up, little Bitch, we don't want to delay the departure." Sharon responded, hurrying the rest of the way, almost leaping into the front of the plane. The flight attendant and the pilot or co-pilot were startled, the former frowning at Sharon and her attire, the latter smiling broadly. Sharon chose to ignore the woman's pinched expression, smiling at the man in the starched uniform, and taking the hand he offered to help her steady herself. "The party supplies have arrived!" Shaun said, loudly enough for all in the narrow fuselage to hear. Sharon turned her attention away from the pilot to the people already seated in the plane. Three by three seating was separated by a single narrow center aisle. In each row two of the schools football players were stretched out, sharing three seats. Sharon's heart rate picked up seeing all the big strapping players eyeing her, many smiling knowingly. She saw several of the BZ, and smiled, guessing what Shaun had planned. Casting a dismissive glance at the prudish flight attendant, she sauntered down the aisle, swinging her hips as much as space allowed. The first player to risk groping her got a pause and giggle for his effort. After that, at least one hand was on her bottom every step she took until Shaun cleared his throat. Looking back, she saw him gesturing for her to take the empty row just behind the second partition in the big aircraft. Leaning the big duffel against the divider, Shaun sat down beside Sharon, making sure they were both buckled in. "So I'm the... in flight entertainment?" she asked him quietly. He smiled. "Well, not exactly, though it's a great idea," he allowed, "We'd have every flight sold out." He patted her bare knee. "No, girl. The team plays this afternoon, so coaches would be pissed if we distracted any of the team from where their focus should be. This is the rivalry game," he went on, "In state, but we're playing it at the big pro stadium just across the state lines... It was just renovated and it means live nationwide coverage and a bigger payday, even though it's a home game we won't play at home." Sharon nodded; she really did not follow football, but had kept track of the school's team, mostly because several of the frat members were on the team. "I bet you'll have lots of people interested in some 'in flight entertainment' on the way back, but we're along as... cheerleaders, I guess you'd say." He pointed at the bag, "There's some things you'll be able to use in there, but we'll save that for later. For now just sit back and enjoy the flight." Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 14 Original character by Nick Scipio Story continuation by RogueAlan Welcome back, readers! Apologies for the LONG delay. Chapter 14: Giving Thanks, Receiving Gifts "Morning, babe!" Sharon smiled and stretched beneath the covers, having felt the gentle kiss. "Morning, S-" her eyes snapped open... she had almost said 'Shaun.' She had not said it, had she? "Sweetheart!" she finished in a rush, seeing Chris leaning over her. "I didn't think you were going to be home before Monday or Tuesday." She shrugged, as memories of the night before fell into place. "I thought I'd surprise you," she said, then put on a feigned pout, "But you were sleeping like a log." In truth, Kelly had quietly helped her out of the chaps in the mud room. Sharon had debated hiding the garment in the Ranger Rover, but had decided against going outside in the clothes she was barely wearing. Kelly had barely been able to contain the laughter at the combination of an oversized rivals sweatshirt and chaps... and almost nothing else. The women had showered together, the knowing touch of the younger woman quickly helping the thoroughly used housewife to relax. Without a second thought she'd dropped to her knees, burying her face in Kelly's permanently manicured pubes to lick and suck at her 'Sister.' Kelly had responded with a husky moan, undulating against Sharon's probing tongue. Her hand tangled in Sharon's hair as she held the older woman against her aroused, needing sex. She'd moaned loudly that she was going to cum, then gasped at how good Sharon was at eating her out, which had pushed the married black cock slut to lick faster and suck harder. As her first climax had eased, Kelly had leaned against the shower wall, sliding down until she could return her friend and lover's attention. Less than 10 minutes after slipping into her home, with her family asleep in their beds, Sharon had cried out into Kelly's aroused sex as the women thrashed beneath the shower spray in a shimmering mutual climax. Much of the evening's fear and discomfort forgotten, Sharon had sat up, an arm draped around Kelly as she had described her day. It was no surprise to Sharon that the game had been supposed to be an 'easy' win for their school. That explained why Shaun would have bet her on the game's outcome, she thought with relief. Even so, Kelly could not believe her friend had been left to take care of the entire opposing football team. Sharon blushed, trying to assure her friend it could not have been the whole team, even as she shivered, wondering just how many young men had been inside of her. She was certainly still sore enough to wonder. Kelly had explained Dave had given her the job of driving the Range Rover to catch up to her at home, once they knew where she was and where she would be going. Sharon was pleased that when she had been 'lost' Shaun and Dave had been quick to get ZB Brothers from their school on the job of tracking her down and tacking care of her. She did not really consider the night could have been much worse-- she knew her job was to service any ZB member wherever she met them, however they wanted. She still did not wonder if students and alumni from different universities might not have her best interest in mind, or care that Shaun and Dave wanted her given 'special treatment.' She could not know that her special circumstances, and the notoriety and coin she was bringing in to their specific House was enough to make her a target in other ZB eyes. She was worried at first at what Kelly had said to Chris and the kids when she arrived in Sharon's car without Sharon, but Kelly laughed, assuring her 'someone had been watching' so she had been called and told when she could safely arrive. In fact, she had not been waiting 30 minutes before Sharon had been deposited by the young cycle jock. Giggling, the younger woman had teasingly pointed out that there would be harder questions to answer if anyone found them in a tangle on the floor of the shower. Sharon had blushed, but agreed, and the stunning pair had reluctantly climbed out of the shower to towel off as she had continued telling Kelly about her evening. Kelly had winced at the awful bruising on Sharon's unpierced nipple, and the vaguely hand shaped bruising that marred her left hip. Sharon remembered the teammates smacking her there as they'd been riding her. Rubbing it gingerly, she had admitted to Kelly she suspected they had intentionally done it for just that reason, if only because Shaun had insisted that she was not to be marked up. She also told her friend and fellow stripper how hot the motorcycle ride had made her. Just remembering the exhilaration of the wind roaring over her body and the powerful throb of the motor transmitted through the seat nestled snugly between her thighs, the married housewife felt a spark of arousal or need light. Biting her lip, she had slipped into the cool water of the pool, aware she should have stopped to get a suit, but consoling herself with the fact that her family was asleep and the pool lights were off. Kelly slipped into the pool as well, her quiet movement reassuring Sharon her friend knew they had to be careful. They hugged, bodies undulating in the cool water, which did nothing to ease the pressure of need she had been feeling at the ride's end... an almost undeniable urge by the time he had coasted to a stop right outside her home. Kelly's skilled fingers slipped easily between the folds of Sharon's sex, and despite the abuse they had endured in the preceding hours, it was pure pleasure Sharon felt as the younger woman deftly brought her off. She had returned the favor without considering where she was or how she had come to be so comfortable in all things sexual. Stifling giggles that they had 'gotten pretty loud' the women climbed out of the pool, dried off, and after a passionate 'good night kiss' Kelly had padded off to Catherine's room. Sharon had carefully wrapped the costume 'uniform' in the oversized hoodie she had been wearing. Grateful that there were robes in the pool house, she had slipped upstairs and into her own bedroom. To her relief, Chris had remained sound asleep. She had taken the time to hide 'her' clothes-- for some reason she could not bring herself to simply throw them away. After pausing in the bathroom to reapply the ointment she had been given, she had tucked the baggie into her purse, and had donned a pair of worn, comfortable sweats before she had slipped ever so carefully into bed beside her husband. He had snored on, unaware of her arrival or presence. Given how much she had done and how little she had eaten, sleep had quickly claimed Sharon, and had almost led to her mistake upon waking. The awful possibilities if she had said 'Shaun' propelled the tired housewife into full awareness. Anxious to move beyond the potentially disastrous faux pas, she sat up, throwing her arms around Chris, "Mmmm, Sweetheart," she repeated with the energy and feigned delight of an experienced stripper, never realizing the easy use of her 'stage persona' with her husband, "I missed you!" He hugged her back, smiling broadly... cluelessly. "I'm glad; I've missed you, too. Sorry I didn't realize when you got in," he relaxed his grip, letting her shift away as he gave her a lascivious wink, "If I'd known I was going to have such sexy company I would've stopped at two glasses of wine." Sharon giggled, biting her lower lip and batting her eyes in 'just the right way,' as she pressed a hand firmly against his collarbone, increasing the space between them. "Whoa, cowboy! You were drinking without me?" she pouted playfully. Chris eyes widened... she almost laughed at the way he looked like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm sorry, babe, I didn't mean..." She leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm just teasing, honey," she had to resist the urge to lick his lip teasingly as she backed away. "I'm glad you aren't just moping around the house while I'm at school." Chris relaxed, and Sharon did too-- he did not suspect at all. "Did Flora go home for the holiday?" Their housekeeper usually took the Thanksgiving holiday to go to South America... Central America? She could ever remember. "No, she's going for the New Year this year... I asked her to stay to help since we see so little of you," Chris was climbing out of bed and missed Sharon's uncovered look of surprise-- Flora's bedroom window looked out over the pool. "Oh, that's good," she managed, trying to tell herself it was impossible-- the little wizened woman had been asleep. "I thought I might have to get up to make breakfast." Chris poked his head out of the bathroom door, smiling 'that smile.' "Hmmm," he stepped out, hands going to the tie of his sleep trousers, "Now that you mention it, we don't have to be out of bed for a little while." Sharon tried to understand what she was feeling... it certainly was not arousal. She knew she should feel ashamed about that. Chris smiled, not understanding why she was blushing. "I-I'm not sure what you mean," Sharon managed, opting for the 'innocent naïve' act that served well in the club. "Oh, that's all right," Chris assured her, bracing a knee against the bed and moving up beside her, "I'll show you." And then he was pulling her close. Sharon let him kiss her, kissed back hard, making the right noises as his tongue thrust against her lips and his fingers roamed over her body atop the sweats. Biting her lower lip again when he broke the kiss, she dropped her fingers to tease his erection through his pants. Chris groaned, smiling at her, "See, I told you I'd show you." Sharon managed a nod, struggling to remember how she was supposed to behave as his demure, rather plain wife. She could tell he was not going to be interested in much foreplay, and was relieved he wouldn't see her bruised breasts. His fingers caught the waistband of her sweat bottoms, yanking them down forcefully. Sharon allowed a gasp of shock, which only spurred him on. Moving over he, he pressed himself down, his erection against her mons, his sleep pants still on. She writhed beneath him, moaning. "Need to get these off," he panted, reaching down to awkwardly push at his bottoms. Nodding her head, Sharon caught the waistband, helping to push them down. She found his knees were pinning her pants in place just above her knees so she could not spread her legs like she wanted to. She blushed, realizing the 'real' Sharon would not be wantonly spreading her legs, welcoming Chris' thrusts. She was distracted though, too aware that she was anything but aroused. She worried that Chris would realize when he thrust into her, and worried, too, that it would hurt. Without considering it, she was trying to find a memory to jump start her libido... something to spark arousal. Unbidden, the memory of Dave thrusting into her there in the same bed filled her mind. Her breath caught, excitement sparking, but too late. "Oh yeah!" Chris nearly shouted, pushing at her, trying to thrust into her, his erect cock moving along the crease between her labia and thigh. Sharon shimmied her hips, dutifully trying to catch the driving head, to take him into her sex. She could feel her juices beginning to flow, but knew she was not wet yet. Chris was unaware, though, lifting his head back, lips skinned back in a feral grin as he thrust at her again and again and again. Sharon tried to flex her knees, opening herself, wanting him to be inside of her... this was her husband, after all. After several more futile thrusts, he managed to seat himself, purely by accident. Sharon was relieved but he seemed unaware he'd just been against her, not inside of her. She groaned, pushing up against him, wishing she could feel him more... wondering why they felt so disconnected; she assured herself it was just that she had been away for too long. Aware she could not prolong the coupling until he might want her to take off the sweat top, Sharon stopped thinking about anything except getting Chris off. She whimpered, thrashing her head and shivering as he huffed over her. "You've missed this," he panted, "Didn't know how much you needed it, did you?" Sharon went with it, nodding eagerly, then moaning, "Yeah, daddy!" she cooed, "God, I love you!" And she meant that, she knew. Even if she was not close to getting off. "Keep doing that!" she groaned as he moved higher, pushing his thrusting shaft against her clit, triggering a steady beat of pleasure. She smiled, pleased that she was feeling pleasure from their coupling. "I... love... you... too!" Chris thrusting became less coordinated. He slowed, dipping lower in her waking sex. "No baby!" she urged, "Don't slow down... don't stop!" He reared up, abruptly. "Is it safe?" Sharon frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant. Of course she was safe she'd had... She blushed again, trying to calculate something she had stopped worrying about; she could not very well tell Chris she had had an IUD placed. "I... I," she shook her head, pushing against his chest, answering instinctively, "Yes, but it's about that time... Dammit, and always right when we have some time together." Chris did not answer, except to bury his head at the base of her neck, jack hammering against her a last few disjointed times before he threw his head back, "Ahhhh!" He went still, thrust fully against her. Barely inside of her, a part of Sharon's mind judged critically, even as the distracted wife thrashed and feigned a mutual climax. She lay panting unnecessarily when he rolled away a moment later, fingers tracing her still bared hip. "Guess I still got it." he smiled, leaning over to kiss her again. "You do, baby," she agreed, kissing him again, hating that she was lying to him. He settled back onto his side of the bed. Sharon considered what had just happened. She was relieved he had not suspected she was not ready, had not considered she was faking it, and certainly had not noticed she 'felt' any different from before. But she was also horrified at how easily she had chosen to fool him, and felt no small alarm that sex with her husband DID feel different to her. Glad that she had not been too sore to accept his obvious interest, Sharon told herself it was just the overuse she had experienced the day before that was interfering with her enjoying sex with her husband. "Do you ever consider trying a different position, babe?" she started, wondering if maybe doggy style might feel better. But Chris was snoring softly, having already fallen asleep after they had finished. Sharon slipped out of the bed, showered thoroughly, and applied more of the salve before she headed downstairs in another of the few matched sweat suits that she had purchased before heading to school. Any thought Flora had slept through the prior night's fun was dashed when Sharon saw the number of place settings that were arranged about the kitchen table. But when the diminutive woman turned through the kitchen door carrying a tray of glasses and a pitcher of orange juice, she gave no indication that she had noticed anything inappropriate. "Good morning!" she said, smiling broadly, drawing out 'ing' to 'een,' "Mr. Chris will be so glad you are home." Sharon laughed and nodded, blushing at the same time. "He's already proven that, Flora... so I expect he may miss breakfast." The little woman clicked her tongue. "They all may, but it's Saturday. Is okay. Are you and your friend going to do some shopping?" Sharon noticed no hidden meaning there. She shrugged. "I'm sure we'll go out, you're right... But if we don't wait and take Cathy along she'll never forgive me." Flora nodded, asking if Sharon wanted some coffee. She nodded, even as she dove into the plate of still steaming huevos rancheros the housekeeper had uncovered on the table. She began to eat without really considering the last time she had enjoyed a real meal... the last time she and Kelly had been home. She had a second helping, as well as bacon and chorizo links that Flora provided, enjoying several of the friend flour tortilla quarters that supplanted the usual bread or muffins. She also paged through the paper, eyeing the lead story about the stunning football loss. There on the front page, in a small window beside the large image of the victorious team celebrating as they left the field, the scoreboard behind them, she saw a picture of Mr. Luthor. The paper identified him as a 'local business man and booster' and quoted his 'shock' at how completely outplayed the team had been. He added that the loss had surprised the Vegas bookmakers, as well. Staring at the photo, which she could tell had been taken at the party where she had been the day before, Sharon thought for a dizzying moment there would be an image of her being used by the team on next page. She shuddered, ashamed at how the thought had somehow left her aroused. Did she want to be exposed as such a slut? Pushing away from the table, she thanked Flora, adding that she was going to the basement to exercise. The day passed incredibly quickly. The kids were anxious to get Sharon caught up with what was going on at home, and each was insistent they 'had' to go out to one place or another. She and Kelly laughed with her children on the way to the mall where they spent the day shopping, eating, and seeing a movie. When Kelly asked why Chris had not come along, Sharon shrugged, explaining he had always been a 'homebody' and usually let she or Flora take the kids out. Most of the time, she was sure, the kids now drove themselves. But Kelly agreed spending time with Scott and Cathy was fun. More than once Sharon found herself watching the others, wondering how her lover could be so much like her daughter... both her children, for that matter. They laughed with familiarity about topics that left her puzzled. They enjoyed the same music on the way to the mall, chose the same meal at the expansive food court, and championed the same horror movie. Cathy and Kelly liked the same outfits in American Eagle and Forever 21. Eyeing her youngest, Sharon admitted she had fully expected he was already sexually active-- he was a boy and a football player and girls were forever hanging around the house. But somehow she had deluded herself-- Catherine was too pure and naïve to have become involved with the few boys who had gotten up the guts to ask her out. Seeing she and Kelly laughing and whispering and eyeing the young men doing the same to her daughter and friend, Sharon realized she had been fooling herself. And when the girls stopped at the Piercing Pagoda and Catherine insisted she wanted to find earrings like the hanging crystal and onyx ZB work Kelly was wearing, Sharon found herself wondering if her daughter was really the naïve one... would she have been so easily swept into the situation in which she found herself? As Kelly shrugged and looked at the various offerings with Catherine, Sharon tried to convince herself the girls were smarter-- Kelly had no boyfriend, much less a husband, so she had little to lose if people found out what she was doing at school. With that flimsy explanation, the nervous white housewife let her kids and fellow dancer convince her that the zombie movie 'wouldn't be that bad.' She did not wonder at the relief she had felt when Cathy settled on crystal spiral earrings instead of asking anymore about the ZB jewelry. And once the movie started-- she and the girls screaming, Scott laughing-- her musings, like the day's earlier worries, were forgotten. Monday morning Chris had golf. Flora had church. The kids had school activities-- Scott's football team was still in the running for state and the coach had insisted on two a day practices during the break. Catherine was on the cheerleading squad, and they had decided to practice too, 'if the football players had to.' Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 14 The women enjoyed a repeat of the nocturnal skinny dip, Kelly laughing when Sharon hesitated, which quickly spurred the older woman to dive into the water. It was a colder morning-- November in the Midwest gets cold-- but Chris had always insisted on keeping their pool open longer than other people, and had invested in a better heater for the pool, as well as gas heaters spaced along the patio. When Kelly commented she had not expected the pool to be open, Sharon assured her some years they had never closed it down. As they were toweling off, after a delicious sometimes submerged 69, Kelly gestured at Sharon's mons, asking if she was going to 'get her touch up.' Sharon paused, aware that she had heard that before, but unable to remember when or where. Pouting, she shook her hips, asking if her young female lover didn't like what they'd just done. Kelly laughed, assuring her she had, but pointing out there were some 'stray hairs' she needed to get taken care of. "Gray hairs?!" Sharon huffed, then laughed at Kelly's response. She knew what the younger woman had said, but enjoyed the response from teasing her. Sharon had resumed using a razor periodically on the few hairs that had grown back. She was still amazed so few were growing, and almost asked Kelly if there was something they had done to so totally inhibit regrowth. She absently stroked her nearly bare mons, wondering aloud how long it would be before she could try another pattern of pubic hair, and pouting about what would happen if Shaun wanted a different design. Kelly laughed, thinking her lover was teasing her again, and flippantly assuring Sharon the former basketball star would not want something different, and adding they could always get Sharon a merkin if necessary. When Sharon discovered, thanks to her iPhone, what a merkin was, the shocked blonde chased the giggling younger stripper through the house until they reached the basement exercise room where they spent another delicious hour practicing the routines they had been working on, not the least of which was just how far they could go without their simulated sex becoming the real thing. Both women enjoyed the roast and vegetables Flora had prepared, once everyone was home. Kelly asked why Flora had gone to church on a Monday, and Sharon shrugged, but assured her lover that the little housekeeper went more days then not, adding that at least she did not try to push her views on others. By the time the others were back, the women were cleaned up and ready for another day mall hopping. Flora had thrown a cornbread hamburger casserole in the oven which everyone enjoyed, talking about what had happened and what was planned for the day and the coming holiday. As was the usual habit, everyone helped to clean the table, and then Scott headed to his room for an afternoon of 'hard core gaming.' Sharon was a bit relieved when Cathy begged off of shopping with them, citing a return to the nearest mall with her friends. She could tell Kelly was interested in hanging with the younger girls, and made a mental note to ask her daughter to include her friend, knowing they would be doing more shopping around the holiday. Once the pair was in her luxury SUV headed for the highway, Sharon admitted that she was glad she had Kelly along for the first trip of the afternoon. When Kelly asked for more information, the pretty blonde housewife refused to answer, even when Kelly's tickling and teasing threatened to get her off in the driver's seat. Straightening the weaving truck, she headed to the mall Dave had taken her to just a few months before. As they parked, Kelly looked around, then looked back at her friend, raising an eyebrow. "Slumming?" "Is it that obvious?" Kelly shrugged, intrigued. "So what are we doing here?" Sharon blushed. "You said I needed a touch up... This is where... where..." she could not bring herself to finish. Kelly turned up her nose. "Seriously?" Sharon was relieved her friend had the same visceral reaction to their present location she had... She had spent no small amount of time after that day wondering if she was racist. The mall's façade was a faded brown, the dark smoked glass doors they were approaching somehow seeming dull. There were cracks throughout the asphalt parking lot, some big enough she would have considered using her truck's four wheel drive to navigate. And while there were other nice cars... nicer cars, with gold rims and pneumatic shocks, she had seen driving in from the highway... the majority of the cars were a dozen years or more older than the vehicles populating the mall they had visited Sunday. And the vehicles had led a much harder life in those years, with mismatched or missing panels, and more dents and dings and rust spots then was usually the case. People with seemingly nothing better to do were lounging outside the entrance, smoking. Sharon remembered how completely exposed she had felt walking in with Dave the last time... This was little better, even though she was not dressed like a street walker. In truth, both women had chosen short skirts-- a shorter skirt than Sharon would have ever worn before her return to school. The lacy bra she had selected from the few she found acceptable in her drawer at home was partially visible through the thin button front blouse she had chosen, leaving a daring 4 buttons open. The change in her taste was lost on the black hooked co-ed, in part because Kelly was almost an exact match. And it did not matter that every eye was fixed on them, and the knots of people-- men and women apart-- made no effort to seem to be talking about anyone but them; it was no different than walking around on campus. Both women sighed in relief upon entering the mall. It was not the frigid brightly lit space of the day before... High ceilings were still somehow gloomy, lost in the inadequate light of posts spaced thirty feet apart and only ten feet above the plain, stained cement walk. Despite the darker ambiance, the air was noticeably warmer... was the heat on just because it was November? Trying to remember where they had gone, Sharon led the way, refusing to look at the people staring at them, doubly glad Kelly was there as well. Both women were acutely aware of the whispers and occasional cat calls that followed in their wake... though more pointed than either usually faced, just a few months as BZ Bitches had already left them immune to such behavior. Smiling, Kelly leaned forward to pointedly lick Sharon's bare neck when a group of particularly obnoxious women were pointing and gossiping. "Don't sweat the bitch patrol," she whispered, "They just wish they looked half as good." Sharon smiled. "And got half the cock we enjoy." She blinked, shocked she'd just said that, even as she saw Kelly nodding. She smiled, unable to deny it wasn't true. Of course, the store was closed when they arrived, a little clock indicating the proprietors would be 'back in 15 minutes.' Sharon followed Kelly to the food court where they eyed the impossibly nice photos of various dishes before settling on 'kids size' cones at the ColdStone. As they walked the mall, working on their cones, Sharon pointed out the places Dave had taken her before, hesitating at Hot Topic where they had stopped to speak to the high school student. She did not know why she did not say anything about it to Kelly, and denied that the sudden arousal she felt, searching the store to see if the young man was working... He was barely older than her son, she scolded herself, so she couldn't be excited at the thought of seeing him. She slowed, trying not to look as if she was searching the small shop, and then moved on, guessing he was not working. Kelly insisted on going into 'Swim Things' where she bought a new string bikini. She insisted Sharon should get a matching suit, which the housewife did, obediently buying the same size that Dave had purchased a few weeks before... a size smaller then she had ever truly worn. Sharon did not argue when Kelly insisted on getting a third suit for Cathy, laughing when her friend assured her she was 'almost the same size' as her daughter. She tried to understand why hearing that had caused a momentary unease, but Kelly's exuberance and the pending visit to the salon kept her from dwelling on it. The clerk was happy to provide the younger woman with a card so they could purchase directly from her any online items they might find, and as they left Kelly insisted the could get some good pieces for their act. Sharon nodded, biting her lip at the mix of emotions... she remained uneasy about the suit she had just bought for her daughter, but could not understand it, and the burble of arousal at how Shaun would react when he saw the new suit threatened to build into real arousal, so the hooked white wife intentionally put the thoughts out of mind. The overweight black woman was not in evidence on their return, but the diminutive Asian beckoned them into the store's treatment area as if they had been expected. She raised an eyebrow, asking in clipped hard to decipher English if Kelly needed 'touch up' too, reminding Sharon where she had heard the term. She shivered, remembering her initial horror at what the women had done to her, then nearly giggled at how natural it seemed to her now. Kelly had asked if she needed to wait out front. The woman considered, then nodded, offering a gap tooth smile, "Be good for business, have pretty girl waiting," she said. Dimpling, Kelly left. The woman pointed for Sharon to sit down, then rolled her eyes, sighing when the housewife obeyed. "First the skirt come off... and panties if you have them today." Sharon blushed, but removed the lace low rise panties that matched her bra, setting them atop the skirt on a table that seemed reserved for that purpose. The woman clucked her tongue, "You go too long... may take more retreat... you have to pay for them." Sharon nodded, struggling to appear nonchalant as the woman went to work. "Oh, that's all right," she answered, watching absently but intently as the woman applied a cool gel in practiced strokes. Sharon realized that there was a tingle that followed the initial cold. The Asian did not reply, picking up a second container and applying a dusting of something dark that seemed to coat her sparse pubic hairs. She wrinkled her nose, seeing how it emphasized her pores. The idea her skin has so many pits was disgusting to the once prude wife. The older woman brusquely handed Sharon a pair of oversized red plastic glasses. Sharon shook her head, puzzled as the tiny woman clipped similarly colored lenses over her John Lennon style glasses. The little Asian sighed. "You wear," she insisted, waving the wand she had picked up at the same time, "Strong light. Hurt eyes." Sharon put the glasses on. "I didn't wear them last time," she pouted. The older woman snorted. "You wear blinder, last time," her voice sing songed, "You want again?" Sharon started to shake her head no, but realized the woman was teasing her. She put the glasses on, wondering how many other women had worn them. The machine beside the other woman buzzed quietly when she pushed a green button, and after a moment a light went on by her fingers where she held the wand. Sharon watched in mixed curiosity and anxiety as the pointed tip of the wand was brought deftly to her pubes. The woman seemed to deliberate among she few hairs Sharon could see even without the magnifier the technician was using. Nodding to herself, the Asian advanced the probe until it was almost on Sharon's skin. She touched the stud beside the green light. SNAP. Sharon gasped, struggling not to jump at the spark of light and the accompanying pain. She remembered there had been stinging before, but this was worse, she was sure. "Ahhh," she managed, knuckles going white on the arms of the chair. "That hurts." The wizened crone looked up at her with a barely concealed smirk. "You wait. No move. Numb soon." She looked down and went on with her work, selecting the next hair to blitz. Sharon had to struggle not to cry out at the next use of the wand. The technician gave no notice, quickly eliminating several more before Sharon started to rise. "God, I can't... that's enough..." Sharon started, amazed there was no blood or smoking burn on her skin. The smaller woman pushed against Sharon's belly with the wand, the pointed tip applying enough pressure she easily forced Sharon back into the chair. "Sit back. No watch!" she barked, "Numb soon. How you take big black, no take little poke?" Sharon blushed, and leaned back, closing her eyes as the woman paused to apply more gel and carbon. Mercifully, the pain did ease, until the time the woman patted her thigh after more than 20 minutes, Sharon had nearly fallen asleep. Sitting up, she followed the Asian's lead in removing the glasses. The shop owner flipped the lighting on fully, and Sharon looked down to examine the work. The scattered hairs that had been growing despite her frequent use of a disposable razor were gone. Her pale skin was speckled pink and black. Sharon's momentary horror-- she pictured burned stubs of the hairs jutting from her skin even though it had not looked like that before-- dissipated as the woman deftly swabbed her pubes with a cool wipe, collecting the majority of the carbon powder. The thin layer of Aloe gel that the towel applied quickly soothed the light burn on Sharon's skin. The entrapped housewife shivered, amazed at how much cooler it felt with even the little stubble she had built up having been whisked away. The beautician clucked, pointing to Sharon's clothes, and the blonde blushed as she remembered she was standing half naked in front of a stranger. "Hair fine. Work good. No more retouch." She set about cleaning the apparatus with an economy of movement, unerringly tossing the sterile wrapping and used gauze and wipes into a trash can set by the wall. Sharon watched, unsure what she was supposed to do. "Uhm," she began after a moment, reaching for her handbag, "I don't know how much..." "Included," the woman barked, "No charge This time." Sharon nodded her understanding. "Thank you," she said automatically, "How long now before it grows back, then..." The woman stopped, blinking at Sharon until the blonde wondered if something was wrong with the older woman. "Not grow," the woman shook her head and muttered something in another language. It was Sharon's turn to blink. "Not for a few months, just like it's been..." The woman's head rocked like the bobble head dolls her son collected. "No," the woman said when she decided Sharon was not kidding. "You no understand epilation?" Sharon knew friends who did hair removal, but they were forever going back, and as a blonde she had never had reason to consider trying it. She managed to shrug. "You not serious! You here... You have Brazilian V." Sharon nodded, putting a hand against her sex, absently tracing the line of hair that had remained always more prominent than the sparse hairs that had regrown in the months since she had been to the mall. "That all... It always a Brazilian V. No grow no more." And the little woman rolled her eyes again, contemptuously. Sharon found her mouth hanging open. And while she tried to get past the shock of it, she was mentally scolding herself... they had said as much. She would never have more pubic hair... or at least no more pubic hair than already decorated her mons. She bit her lip, but managed to thank the woman before rushing back to the front room where Kelly was paging through the week's 'In Touch.' Seeing Sharon, the younger woman hopped up and reached for their packages. "Do I get a peek?" Sharon smiled, but caught the smaller woman's elbow nearly dragging Kelly out to the main walkway. "I didn't realize," she said as she headed back toward the car. "Wait, I'm lost," Kelly argued, "What didn't you realize?" Sharon looked around as if the other shoppers knew what they were talking about. "I didn't know it was permanent." "Laser epilation? Sure... at least as permanent as anything is..." Kelly seemed honestly puzzled. "That's why it's so great... no constant shaving and trimming and itching." Sharon just nodded, once again amazed at how different her friend and lover's outlook could be. "I mean, some hairs just seem to be stubborn, you know?" Kelly prattled on, "That's why they retreat the areas you want to be clean. I'd never thought of doing it before we became BZ Sisters, but it makes sense... Feels pretty sexy too." Sharon felt herself nod at that... It DID feel sexy when she could feel clothes or air or someone's fingers moving over her bare skin... so close to being inside of her... She shook her head, scolding herself for daydreaming about sex. They were home on Thanksgiving break, and just two days before she had been thoroughly abused. She told herself to focus on the time she had with her family. The memory of that reminded her she had not applied the salve that she had been given. "I need to find the restroom," she blurted, looking around. "Back at the Food Court," Kelly suggested, following the line of sight Sharon had been following, "Why, see someone you want to screw?" Sharon just shook her head. She decided not to say anything about the salve. "No, I just have to pee." She giggled-- before school she would have been scandalized to say something like that even to her girl friends. Kelly smiled and the pair retraced their steps to the starkly lit tiled hall leading to the mall's public rest rooms, leaving a wake of following eyes. While Kelly primped in the mirror, Sharon ducked into the stall, scooping a finger of the viscous slightly yellow material out of the bag and applying it to the top of her just-treated seam. As sore as she had been she was amazed at how quickly the greasy ointment had helped. She mentally gauged the amount still in the bag, estimating how long she could make it last... through Christmas if she was careful, but she had the man's number. She decided not to worry about it, she could get more on a trip home if it ran low before then. She ran her fingers over the slightly tender, reddened skin of her pubes... Permanent. She was relieved Chris seemed to like the look, and wondered if he thought she was shaving daily to maintain it... and if he thought that, wouldn't he wonder why she was doing that when she did not see him except the odd weekend? She shivered at the thought of his finding out. She quickly finished up, tucking the bag deep in her purse, along with her panties, since they had chafed at the recently treated skin. She flushed and went out to wash her hands. "Wait, I want to see," Kelly pouted. Sharon frowned, but could not help herself, as the younger woman maintained her feigned pout. Biting her lip, the married wife ran a hand down the front of her blouse, catching the hem of her skirt and lifting it to bare her sex for her young lover. "Mmmmm," Kelly shivered in exaggerated pleasure, "Is that just for me?" Sharon shook her head, fingers dipping lower, palm pinning her skirt in place as she spread her labia, "Oh, no, baby... I'm a BZ Sister... I have to share this with any Brother who asks." Kelly stepped up to her, eyes dancing with playful arousal. "I guess I can share you with them." Sharon suppressed a moan as the younger woman closed her fingernails with practiced accuracy on her pierced nipple. "Ahhh... and my husband," she managed, "You have to share my husband..." Kelly had moved close, meaning to kiss Sharon's neck. She began to giggle. "You want me to share your husband?" Sharon blinked, then flushed deeper than her quickly building arousal. "I... no, I meant... I..." Kelly's fingers tracing over her blouse were driving her wild. She wanted to pull her young lover's face down, to bury it in her sex... She stopped, remembering she had just applied the ointment, and still surprised at what she had said. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 14 "Well, I suppose that'd be one way to make sure he can't be too mad about what we're doing..." Kelly was teasing, pressing her body against Sharon's. Sharon's mind locked, need crowding out rational thought about Chris or the ointment or where they were. "... And then I told that lying dog he could..." The door from the hall opened and two young black women sauntered in, talking to each other. There was an awkward moment as the women came to a stop, still holding the door open, to see the white women almost writhing against each other in front of the sinks. Kelly bit back a laugh, stepping away, as Sharon hurried to smooth her skirt back into place, relieved they had not gone farther, and more grateful that she was facing away from the door and the strangers' gaze. Kelly tossed her hair and sauntered past the women, barely younger than herself. Blushing fiercely, Sharon followed, hearing the one who'd been speaking as they enter say to the other, "Can you believe those skanks were..." before the door closed. Kelly seemed unworried as they moved back onto the main walk of the mall. Sharon was sure every eye was on her. She knew no one else had seen what they were doing, but somehow it felt as if everyone knew. The fact that the knowledge had her as aroused as what Kelly had been doing to her was lost to her awareness. Kelly steered them through a couple shops, pointing things out that Sharon bought while trying to regain some balance and self-control. Finally they were back to the entrance where they'd come in. Kelly paused, looking around, and smiling at the unwavering attention they were getting. "I don't think they'll forget us, do you?" Sharon looked around, amazed at seeing every eye focused on she and her friend. She looked at Kelly. "I hope so," she hissed, "If someone saw me with Chris and said something I'd die." Kelly laughed. "I doubt you go the same places our admirers do when you're with Chris. Hell, we drove most of an hour to get here." Sharon could not argue with that. "So do you want to leave a real impression?" her friend asked, licking her lips suggestively. Sharon looked around again. "What are you saying?" Kelly shrugged, "You've got me all hot and bothered, bringing me here... They may not be BZ, but I bet we could talk a couple of these young studs to take us somewhere..." She laughed at Sharon's expression. "Just kidding, lover. I was thinking more about..." without finishing, she stepped close. Sharon fully expected her young lover to kiss her or fondle her. She wasn't prepared for it when instead the smaller woman caught her hand and pulled, twirling her in place. Sharon was nearly completely through her spin before she realized the movement had lifted her skirt, baring her naked sex to all those watching them. She gasped, her sex twitching spastically. "See us live at Snake Eyes!" Kelly sang out, then pushed Sharon through the first door of the mall's weather trap. "I can't believe you did that!" Sharon gasped, laughing as Kelly caught hold of her hand, the couple dashing out to Sharon's car. She was panting when she closed the door a minute later. Eyeing the fierce pride in Kelly's expression, she leaned across, kissing the younger woman passionately. "So you liked it," Kelly teased when they finally separated, both still breathless. Embarrassed, Sharon turned her attention to getting the car started. "I could tell," Kelly traced a finger over Sharon's aroused unpierced nipple, "You get off, showing yourself off." "Not as much as I do getting our BZ Brothers off," Sharon wondered why she had said that. "It's Thanksgiving break, though. I have to focus on Chris." "So we're just here to tease ourselves?" Kelly pouted, but Sharon wondered if she was really upset. She did not want to admit that she had been thinking the same thing while they were shopping... it would be SO easy to find some stud to help her get off. An image of Donnie, the way he'd smiled as he was taking her in the tattoo studio filled her head. Only the honk of the car in the next lane brought Sharon out of her fantasy; she barely missed sideswiping a big Lincoln Town Car. "Uhm, if you want to get their attention, just flash a tit, babe," Kelly said. Conversation returned to more normal topics as they headed home. Sharon had to get the last groceries for Flora's feast on Thursday... she was meeting friends the next day for lunch, though the thought of it kept leaving her unusually anxious. She asked if Kelly wanted to join them, but the younger woman scoffed, pointing out that Sharon was hip and sexy and her 'Sister,' but the other 'biddies' would not understand. "No, I think I'll hang with Cathy tomorrow," Sharon's lover said. Sharon did not argue, still trying to understand why she was worried about the next day's luncheon. "Are we going back to school on Friday then?" Sharon shook her head, "No, I mean, you can, if you need to, but Scott has a football game on Friday... some new play off arrangement," she turned up her nose, "I worry he'll get hurt, but I want to be there since I've missed all the other games this year." "OK, football it is," Kelly winked when Sharon looked over at her, "But be careful not to make any bets on the game." Sharon blushed, but laughed with her friend. It seemed like ancient history, even though it had only been a couple days before. She was glad that she had the ointment, certain she would still be walking bowlegged if the BZ Brother had not taken pity on her. "I think I'll save myself for our Brothers and my husband thank you, very much," She shivered at the thought of her son's friends treating her like she had experienced during the weekend. They were just boys, not at all like the men she was servicing in college... Once again she made a conscious effort to shove all thoughts of the ZB frat out of her mind. She was home. She was with Chris and the rest of her family. "Nooo!" Sharon sat up, back arched, eyes wide. She managed to stifle the cry that had awakened her. She blinked, disoriented, looking around the room. It wasn't her apartment bedroom, with the green LED clock, or the low lights of the cubbies where the girls stole naps at Snake Eyes. She recognized the Bose clock radio on Chris' nightstand. She was home. Had it all been a dream? Her fingers rose to her chest... No, her nipple was pierced-- she was truly going to school, and as surely was a frat's helpless sex toy. She looked down at her sleeping husband, who had been roused slightly by her cry, she noticed. To her relief he shifted, then settled, his breathing falling back to the steady droning snore that was so familiar. She remembered the evening. She and Kelly... and Catherine when she got back from shopping with her friends, had all laid out by the pool under the heat lamps pretending it was summer until Chris and Scott were back as well. Flora had provided snacks and drinks, and had fixed a delicious stroganoff for dinner. There'd been peach cobbler and ice cream, and then the kids had insisted they watch a rental movie that was 'hilarious.' Sharon had already had three glasses of wine, so had found following the movie... something about eating with idiots... hard to follow. The others had seemed to enjoy it. Then Chris had said something about 'taking his girl' to bed, which had prompted outcries of 'Gross' and 'Ewww' from the kids, and a smirk from Kelly. Sharon remembered giggling drunkenly, encouraging her husband to ignore their kids and make good on his promise. She fell back onto the plush pillow, her hand dropping between her legs, teasing at the thin vee of hair above her sex. Chris had smiled when she had done an intentionally halting striptease, asking if that was what they taught in PE at college. Shaking her head, Sharon had murmured that she had missed Chris, adding that Kelly and the other girls kept talking about what they did for their boyfriends, and adding that since Chris had been so patient and generous that she 'wanted to try it.' Pushing him back on the bed, she had proceeded to straddle his hips, running her nails up his thighs and soft belly, circling his nipples teasingly as she asked if he liked it, then giggling that she could tell. Within moments of her advance, her husband was fully hard, his cock tenting the front of his briefs... Well, at least pushing it out-- the contrast with the true jutting hardness she was too familiar with sprang unbidden to her mind. Pushing the intrusive memories aside, Sharon continued to tickle, moving ever closer, until she had caught the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down to expose Chris' manhood. "Oh!" she breathed, "You are amazing. God I've missed you. I play with myself some nights imagining you're there." Chris was breathing rapidly, his hands moving over her head. "Me too, babe," he managed, then gasped as she kissed the tip of his cock. Sharon kissed up and down his length, going slowly, pausing to pull hair out of her mouth, tilting her head as if she was unsure what to do. "Oh God!" he groaned when she took the tip in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it for a moment. "Is that good?" she asked, feigning naiveté, wiping her mouth. Chris just nodded, hands tight in her hair. She smiled at him; she could tell he wanted to pull her down onto him the way Shaun did, but her husband was too much of a gentleman. "It isn't bad," she admitted, "I guess it was stupid," she dipped her head, licking seductively up the bottom of his shaft, "That I refused to do it when we were in school." "Ah!" Chris cock twitched at the teasing movement of her tongue, "It's... It's OK, babe. You've always satisfied me." Sharon smiled up at him. "I'm glad... You've always been wonderful, too." Before he could ask if she had not always been satisfied, she took a dramatic breath and then let half of his shaft enter her mouth before pausing, bucking her head as if it was difficult to manage. She told herself there was no harm in playing it up, stroking her husband's ego. She loved him and wanted him to be happy. Pausing for another breath, she began to bob up and down on Chris' cock, adding suction irregularly, and slathering her tongue around him clumsily. She paused, biting her lower lip as she looked up, "Should I stop, then?" Chris groaned, shaking his head, pushing his hips up, anxious for her to take him in her mouth again. "Is it better when I lick," she did so with greater skill than she really wanted to display, "Or suck..." and haltingly took half of him in her mouth again, applying a moment's suction before stopping to cough theatrically. "Suck it," Chris hissed. She hid her smile-- as if there was another choice-- as she began to bob her head, sucking with better force. Chris' hands were balled in her hair. "God, you're so hard," she murmured, reaching to wank him as she panted like she needed breath, "I'm not sure I can take it all... but I'll try... Kelly calls it... throating. She insists every guy goes wild, but I already feel like I'll throw up." Chris nodded, eyes nearly crossed as her fingers knowingly worked at his erection. He sighed as Sharon returned her attention to his shaft, taking him three fourths of the way, then holding herself against him and clenching her abdomen as if she was retching before easily dropping until her nose was against his pubic hair. She sucked hungrily, then faked a retching noise before backing off. "I did it!" she paused, "Did you like that?" Chris just nodded. She giggled, "I've left you speechless. It wasn't bad... I think I can do it again if you'd like..." Chris managed another nod. "Tell me if you're going to... you know," Sharon wrinkled her nose, "I can't imagine tasting that..." And worried he might see the lie she dipped her head to swallow him again, sucking hard. He grunted, and she tasted pre-cum. Was he already so close? She bobbed her head up and down... up and down, sucking and relaxing at the same time. His breath caught, and suddenly his hand were clumsily pulling at her lifting away. Sharon deftly maintained suction to cause a loud 'pop' as she came off of her husband's cock. It twitched, and a heavy bead jumped up, spattering Sharon's neck. "Ewww!" she pretended to be horrified, pushing the tip away toward his belly as more jism spewed from the purpled crown. "Wow!" she said, honestly impressed when he was spent. Her hand and his lower abdomen were liberally coated with his spend. It wasn't the most that she'd seen, but she didn't remember Chris being such a fountain. "How 'bout that?" he managed, patting her head awkwardly. "Guess I've still got it." "Mm-hmmm," Sharon cooed, pausing in her movement up to lay beside him, "Wait... I have to know..." she dipped a long lacquered nail into the pearly jism and brought it to her lips. She wrinkled her nose, "A little salty.. But not bad... I can't believe how stupid I've been. I'm sorry baby, I should have tried that years ago." Chris shook his head, waving a hand as he pulled her up close to him. "Shhh... Are you kidding? If that's all that I wanted I wouldn't have been so lucky as to have you for my wife. Think of all the things I would've missed... kids, the house, our friends..." He had looked at her sleepily, the boyish smile she had fallen in love with animating his heavier, older face, "Although I'm not going to complain that you've decided to add it to our repertoire." He paused, and closed his eyes long enough that Sharon had thought he might have fallen asleep. "I'm sorry, babe, but I think you've worn me out for tonight... I'll make sure I make it up to you tomorrow." Sharon had made a show of jumping up to clean him up, wrinkling her nose as she used Kleenex to wipe up the worst of it. She had assured him it was fine, knowing that in Chris' mind women rarely wanted sex... Not so long ago she had been that quiet 'good housewife' that he expected. Sharon had paused, wondering momentarily how she had been so changed. The thought was quickly supplanted by the relief that she had managed to fake him out. "You know, if I'd known you would learn to try that I would've sent you to college years ago," Chris had teased her. Sharon had giggled. "Two of my fellow Sisters claim that's why they got their tongues pierced... to really pleasure their boyfriends." "Hmmm," Chris had murmured, "I'd always wondered what that was about..." A moment later, he had been snoring. Sharon had snuggled against her husband until she was sure he would not wake before she had slipped into the bathroom to enjoy a long shower, masturbating feverishly while fantasizing about being filled by Shaun's big cock. When the memory of Dave taking her in the same bed where she had just tricked her husband arose, she knew she should be ashamed, but for some reason it proved just the trigger she needed to get off, sagging down the tile wall of the shower stall as the pleasure peaked and ebbed. She had dried off and then had slipped back into bed, drifting quickly to sleep. Sometime later the dream had come. She had been taking Go's deliciously bent cock from behind, bent over his desk, a delicious dream from which she had actually climaxed a few times when waking while still dreaming. Instead of the usual color, though, she was dreaming in black and white. Before she could puzzle about it, the door of the office opened and Kelly sauntered in-- moving with the sexy hip throw reserved for when they were performing. "Ready for the set?" dream-Kelly asked. Sharon tried to tell her to wait, but dream-Go's hand pressed at the small of her back, pinning her to the desk as he hammered into her harder, and she managed only a groan of submission as he brought her to the brink of an orgasm. "She's busy, little bitch." He growled at her, not at all the gregarious flirty employer who kept everyone aware he wanted them and would make sure they enjoyed his having them. "Fine," dream-Kelly had pouted, "I'll just do the new show I've been working on..." And she had left, the door staying open behind her. In the dream, Sharon found herself wondering why the door was still open, at least until the relentless thrusting of dream-Go's cock brought her off. She had shivered & wailed, humping back against him, begging for him to fuck her. In the quicksilver way of dreams, she was then on the other side of Go's desk. The big club owner was still hammering into her deliciously. But he was fucking into her more leisurely, and Sharon became aware of the Deejay announcing Kelly's new set. The perfect tempo of 'Porn Star Dancer' began to thump, and the crown went wild. Sharon found herself imagining how Kelly was progressing... working the poles, working the crowd, losing some costume... Repeat. The crowd went wild shortly after the second song, began, Van Halen's 'I'll Wait.' Had she stripped bare? Was she using one of the impressive dildos they had agreed would be a hallmark of their show? Go waited until the next time the crowd cheered before pushing the button on his desk... again the magic of dreams since the button was actually BEHIND the desk, she realized dimly... The automated drapes lifted, and Sharon gasped as she saw Kelly was prancing suggestively about the stage, a peacock plume jutting behind her firm ass, held in place by a silver hoop that glittered at her hips, the ends at the front seeming to point directly at her glitter accented clean shaven seam. She was not using the pole, though. Instead, she wore a Technicolor version of the nurse's hat, and was prancing around a dentist's chair of some sort. At first, Sharon thought the man in the chair was simply some lucky regular or a hapless groom to be. She watched in surprise as Kelly stopped at the man's waist, and while pumping her plumed ass suggestively at the crowd, she deftly opened her 'patient's' pants, freeing an average but obviously aroused prick. Sharon found herself focusing on that cock. There was something... Slipping up onto the chair, somehow still moving her body to the music, dream-Kelly put on an imaginary '69' except it was not imaginary... She really was bobbing her head up and down that erection, pausing every few moments to cry out as if receiving the best cunnilingus ever. There was a pause as the song ended, and for a moment Sharon thought it was a malfunction. The crowd had gone quiet, watching the action, so that as her lover and fellow performer stopped slurping at the pale shaft, looking back at the man who's face was enveloped by her thighs and sex. "Oh, that's so good, lover," dream-Kelly crooned, eliciting hoots from the audience. "Which do you like better, this..." she dipped her head, swirling her talented pierced tongue over the shaft, "Or this," she paused for effect, then drove her mouth to the root of the swollen cock, cheeks hollowing as she sucked at him. The frenzied but distinctly masculine, hauntingly familiar moan of response was answer enough. The music had kicked in then, 'Teach Me to Doggie.' "I need that cock inside of me!" Kelly exclaimed, spinning, and pumping her hips, which made the plumage fan the audience as she spread her thighs above Sharon's husband. Sharon's gaze rose to the cunt honey glazed face of her betrothed; his eyes were glazed and there was an almost vacant smile of bliss. She pounded Go's desk, shouting 'No!' as her gaze moved to her lover's obviously wet sex, dancing over her husband's jutting cock. She could not take her eyes away as Kelly hunched lower, dragging her sex down over the tip of Chris' cock before accepting him into her in a single smooth stroke. Chris's head tipped back as his neck and back arched, hips pumping hungrily up at the young co-ed's cunt. Holding herself above him, dream-Kelly was riding Sharon's husband, still dancing from the waist up as the crowd went wild. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A Original Story: Scipio Continuation: RogueAlan Forward: New readers, it would be best to go All the way back to the beginning put down by Scipio. Fans, I apologize for the long wait... I hope you think this is worth it. The next bit should be shorter and I hope to get it written and out quickly, but cannot promise anything, because life gets in the way. Haters, don't waste your time... or do... it may keep you from flaming some writer who might be adversely affected by your vitriol. Anyone who has read this far and NOW decides to whine that this is impossible or stereotypical or anything else... Really? It's not real, but hopefully as you're reading at least it Feels real. I hope the characters are stable and the story flow feels right and the dialogue seems like what you would hear on any campus you might visit today. As ever, fans, thanks for keeping me going. I hope you like the tidbits I dropped your way... it's right here in this chapter. The outline has three more segments to this chapter, and two more definite chapters before there's any sign we'll have to wait for more inspiration. Roby, you've done wonders for that, btw. I always appreciate hearing from folks who've liked the story. But let's get on with the sex... Chapter 15: Mistletoe, Ornaments, Gift Wrap, and the ball "... and he says, all embarrassed, 'I thought I was putting it in the right place!'" The women were talking and laughing, sharing stories about the night's various customers and prior customers they had dealt with, the stories recalled by similar events of the night. The scene would have seemed entirely familiar to anyone who has worked retail and has escaped the floor for the sad and too brief respite of a break room... except that the women were all more or less naked, and the discussion included frankly sexual anecdotes rather than innuendo. "That big cowboy drove a brand new Escalade and was slipping tens into our G-strings," Naomi paused, then asked one of the other newer dancers, "How was his private?" "His privates made it clear why he drives a monster SUV," the light skinned black girl, Amelia answered, as she settled into one of the hard plastic seats arrayed before the gang vanities, having just returned from the champagne room. Her meaning got a laugh from the other girls, "But I'm not complainin.' He tipped all right, and wasn't arrogant or demanding or aggressive." The other girls nodded more solemnly, recognizing that it might be fun to laugh at the man's expense, but that he would be a great 'sugar daddy.' Go was always pushing them to establish 'regular customers,' and an easy lay who paid like that would be a real catch. "Well that big guy who knows Go isn't overcompensating," Glory, another new girl warned them, wincing as she pressed her hand between her legs. "He packing, then?" Phoebe was checking the Velcro of her costume, ready to take the stage when Fallon was done with her set. "Honey, I he smiled and asked if I was ready to celebrate 'hum day'." The other women groaned, "Then he went to work, and I wondered if I'd have to apply for worker's comp before he was done." Everyone laughed at that. Go did not let any of his girls work enough hours to have to pay benefits, and had deftly ended the handful of outbursts Kelly or Sharon had seen where one or more of the girls suggested they 'deserved' such by pointing out they were making more than any two women their age were for the time that they did work. To his credit he had never minimized the work they did-- the work that was making him rich-- and he never stooped to pointing out there would be little public support for strippers trying to unionize. Kelly snorted at that though, guessing even union organizers would hesitate to support that, unless they thought they could supplant Go as strippers' ultimate pimp. The last time it had happened, Palomino had stormed off of the stage after the first number, irate at a regular having 'touched her' while tucking a $10 into her G string, then demanding that Go provide them with better protection and rambling that he owed them health coverage and retirement contributions, according to 'her man.' Go had calmly ripped what little of her costume remained and the bouncers had thrown her naked into the parking lot. Horrified, the girl had scrambled to her feet, unaware of the gravel and abrasions as she tried to hide her nudity while begging Go to let her back in. He had met her plea with a stone face, only glaring at the other girls who had gathered at the door to watch. Palomino had realized too late she was pushing it, and collapsing in the dusty gravel lot, she had begun to apologize, insisting she had just been mad because her boyfriend had used all of the 'medications' she needed to work. Go had shrugged, and one of the bouncers had tossed the hapless girl her purse, along with a five sizes too large mumu on which the Snake Eyes logo was prominent. Seeing her usual means of manipulating men were not working, Palomino had again changed tactics, scrambling to her feet, leaving her chest bare, breasts thrust proudly at the bouncers and Go, the dress held discreetly over her pelvis and legs as she had defiantly warned Go that 'her man' was not going to like what he had done to her. Pausing, Go had sighed, then looked back at the too self-confident woman whose beauty had begun to fade under the press of too many long nights dancing and drugging. "Girl," he had rumbled without raising his voice, "You send him right along... We'll be happy to show him just what you been doin' to bring home all that money he's been spending." Palomino had quailed at that-- few of the girls let their boyfriends even consider they did more than dance at Snake Eyes-- if the boyfriends had been polled, only three or four of the girls would have been even offering lap dances. "You just learn from this... Get off the dope." That was the closest Kelly had seen Go approach duplicity, considering most of the girls did the occasional hit of one stimulant or another to get through a long shift. And it was not just 'occupational use' as she had heard other girls term those highs... she and the others had seen Palomino using in the dressing room more than once, and more than recreationally-- the girl had a habit that was eating her alive. In short, none of the other dancers had been surprised she had not lasted. "I'll give you a rec for any of the other clubs. But if you think you 'deserve' anything, go on down to that big Occupy Event we're hearing about in St. Louis, see if they offer you any more equality than you got while you were here." All of the men had snorted at that, and then had left the shaking, humiliated young stripper as she struggled into the shapeless garment. Glory shook her head, her long platinum hair fanning expressively, but without impact-- the dancers were blind to theatrics, if not to the beauty of their co-workers. Kelly had not decided yet if her decidedly increased interest in women was from the wonderful things Sharon did to her, or the time she had spent with her fellow BZ Sisters, or if-- as Dave insisted was true-- all women were lesbians at heart, and only tolerated cock as a guarantee of protection. It seemed a strange claim, considering the stable of women the frat maintained, and when she was enjoying a cock it seemed absurd, but watching Glory, Kelly found herself wondering... She blushed as Sharon swept into the room, pausing to look at the others before her eyes settled on her partner. The women smiled, and Kelly's frequent lover sauntered over, her expression and attitude immediately sparking something inside the younger woman. Glory seemed a pale comparison. "You waiting for me?" Sharon was slightly out of breath, having just completed her fourth 'private' in the champagne room. They had not frequently done as much before becoming the Snake Eyes headliners, and Sharon's unusual popularity had not gone unnoticed by the other women. "Why, you going back for more?" Naomi teased from her position near Kelly. Sharon's eyes flared, and for an instant Kelly saw not another dancer and BZ 'Sister' but Dave or one of the other frat members... arrogant, unchallengeable... More and more often her once demure, naïve friend and lover seemed downright aggressively masculine. Naomi quailed slightly at Sharon's response, as if she, too, worried the older woman might lash out. Instead, Sharon blinked, her body almost visibly shuddering as she took a breath and held it, running a hand down her bare stomach, pressing against the sequined thong covering her femiscaped mons. "Mmmm," she managed after her eyes stopped fluttering, "I might just have to do that," she bit her lower lip, Kelly assumed feigning arousal, "That last brute was hung, but he just couldn't tire me out." "Damn, girl," Amelia snorted, "You was shoutin' for him to fuck you harder loud enough my boy picked up the pace." The women laughed. "No lie," Glory sniffed, examining her intricately painted nails, "You could tone it down a bit... my guy thought I should be 'more vocal' after hearing you two going at it." Sharon shrugged, obviously unaffected by any animosities the other women held. She flopped unceremoniously into the seat beside Kelly, looking anything but ladylike, but unquestionably sexy as she examined her face, then body in the mirror. She grimaced. "If I can't get a handle on this acne you won't have to worry," she complained to no one in particular, "Go won't let me in the club... God, I look like a leper." Kelly laughed. "I though that got better with age." "I haven't ever had acne like this," Sharon shook her head, "I've changed make up, I'm washing my face and chest constantly, even with that ProActive stuff they advertise... nothing is helping... if anything, it's worse." Kelly shrugged. "Well, it's not costing you popularity," Phoebe patted both women's shoulders as she passed, having heard Fallon's last song start, "Wish me luck." "Break a leg," several of the women chorused in return, Amelia adding, "And a few hearts, too, girl." As the women resumed their various conversations Kelly glanced at the clock. She never looked for too long-- Go was famous for catching girls 'eyeing the clock' as he called it, and would pointedly ask if they were bored and needed to work the front room more. "Phoebe's probably the last set," she said, considering it was a week night, and they would be closed at least for drinks and dancing in another 30 minutes. She and Sharon were supposed to be spared having to 'work longer,' but the other girls were right-- they were supposed to be spending less time in the champagne room, too, and Sharon was busier than ever. "You ready to get out of here?" Sharon considered, which surprised her younger friend. She knew Sharon was not as comfortable servicing so many strange men, and was aware, unlike the others, that the BZ girls were not really dancing purely by choice. But her Honda was in the shop... again, and she had come to work with her friend. "Don't tell me you're considering going out again... Would that be four?" Glory had been eavesdropping. "Five," Sharon answered, her voice almost a growl that made the younger woman lean away. Unwilling to let on she had been intimidated, she shook her hair out once again, then rolled her eyes. "You two have it made, why would you volunteer for more abuse?" Kelly was glad someone else had asked what she was thinking. Since they were doing three sets more than the other girls... and longer sets at that, Go was not pushing them to do any time in the champagne room, and beyond her handful of 'regulars' she had found herself having to 'entertain' for several weeks. She had laughed at one point to Sharon it really seemed like vacation had just continued after the Thanksgiving break. Headlining was not easy, to be sure, but it was more fun. The money was better, and they avoided the scut the other dancers did, helping to clean the place. And with the practice time it was definitely better exercise. Anything that reduced the time she spent with strangers sweating and grunting over her for a few minutes was a positive change. Glancing at Sharon, who was shifting regularly in her chair as she touched up her make up, Kelly had the sudden thought that her friend was rubbing herself, almost masturbating right in front of the other girls. "Well, Glory," Sharon drawled, batting her eyes as she spoke, "I just sort of find that sex is a wonderful cure to whatever ails ya. Cut loose... beg them to give it to you just the way you want it, and maybe they'll surprise you." She stretched languidly, "But I think Kelly and I are ready to call it a night." She reluctantly, Kelly thought, reached for her Timbuk bag, a gaudy pink and gold bag one mousy chubby white admirer had given the married co-ed after she had paid him a little attention. Kelly had been amazed, considering the guy had not even asked to take her friend back to the champagne room, and a little jealous when what he had insisted-- that it was a one of a kind bag-- had been proven true with a little work online. The oversized messenger bag was a perfect means to transport the clothes and accessories Sharon would not wear 'at work.' Or rather, it would have been big enough. Considering Kelly's married friend had arrived in just the thin nylon 'BZ' jogging shorts, a strappy baby doll with the Snake Eyes logo, and white converse sneakers, it was possible the guys who were paying to watch them dance would have had a better peek in broad daylight. It was yet another change in the formerly devoted housewife Kelly was having trouble understanding... like baiting another dancer without any cause. Glory wisely chose not to pick up the gauntlet, though she did lift a carefully plucked eyebrow as her gaze settle momentarily on Kelly. "Well aren't y'all just ready to throw a hissy," Fallon drawled from where she had paused in the doorway, watching the scene. "Sheath those claws, pussycats," she sniffed, moving with a confident grace that cannot be faked and within a handful of seconds managing brief but intimate hugs for all the women in Go's dressing room. Settling lightly into her own seat adjacent to Glory's position, she kicked a bare heel up onto the other dancer's counter, turning the position into an impossible yoga stretch before continuing, her mouth barely visible below the back of her thighs. "Kelly, are you just going to sit there and let our girls duke it out?" Kelly snorted, confident either Sharon or Glory could clean her clock if she tried to stop them. Glory was all sculpted curves and tight sinew; part of her attitude toward Sharon was that Sharon was looking as muscular, if not moreso. "If these two go at it, it'll take Go or Raoul to break them up." "Or Geoff," Naomi pointed out-- she was seeing the big bouncer after hours, and felt compelled to stand up for him. "Naw, you just have to stand your ground," Fallon insisted, "They both love you, so they'd listen." Kelly was momentarily dazzled by Fallon's words... Did Glory really... she giggled at the thought, something that would have been totally foreign just a few months before. "Well, I'm not one to interfere with my partner when she's promoting our act," she managed, certain it sounded lame if not forced. The others laughed, though. "You're converting a new legion of fans with your cunt, one at a time?" Glory asked Sharon, her neck imperiously straight. Sharon stretched and turned, the move emphasizing the row of muscles in her lats that had recently become so pronounced. Glory's preen threatened to become a pout. "Save your energy, girlfriend," Fallon suggested to Sharon in a friendly tone, "It's not even the weekend." "It's not like I really have a choice, is it?" Sharon rolled her eyes, huffing through her nose in frustration, "If Go says jump, all of us jump." "But we're not... Uhm, we're supposed to be spending more time on stage," she finished, knowing that sounded lame. But none of the other girls argued, either. Sharon shrugged. "That's what he said at first." Her gaze settled on Kelly, "Why did you say promoting?" The tone was no different, but Kelly could feel the challenge in her friend's question. And she knew with intense unease the way Phoebe and Glory had felt in the past few minutes. "Well," she stammered, "I heard Go say something about that the other day... you were 'promoting our little act.' That's all." Sharon nodded, and seemed suddenly sad. "Why are you so popular all of a sudden, anyway?" Naomi asked, "I mean, if it's the act, Kelly should be shaking her pert ass, too." Kelly nodded. "I've asked, but Go just shooed me back here." She did not ad that it had left her feeling more jealous than she wanted to admit, since he had not taken advantage of her, either. She began to pack her bag, sure that Sharon would want to end the conversation and get home, as she had skirted it every other time the other dancers had asked about the obvious change. A wave of bitterness at what was happening beyond her control took voice, "I mean hell, it's not like I wouldn't want to be on national TV..." Sharon glared at her. "What?" Fallon and Glory said in unison. "You doing some softcore on skinemax?" Naomi asked. "Nah, she's looking to be Miss Nude USA... or International... whatever it is," Amelia suggested. "That's all rigged," Fallon exhaled through her nose, the act suggesting she felt she had been sleighted by that at some point in the past. "You have to have major promoters and a real fan base... and it's all out west in California, where they turn us into flash in the pans on screen, then move on to the next bus load." All of the women winced at that characterization. "I'm serious," Fallon insisted, "It's not every girl who puts out for 'direct to video' or internet 'spreads' that stays on like Jenna. I'd say she's the exception, not the rule." "So why dance?" Naomi asked; she had not become resigned to what a dancer's life was. "Well, if I can't make half what I make for Go, just considering the dancing," she paused, "And I don't figure a few cell phone pictures will ruin my life when I start to get old and saggy and have to retire," she winked at Sharon, "Or maybe I can keep doing this into my 50's... Sharon's proving any of us should be able to do this until our kids are about ready to start dancing." The women laughed at that, including Sharon, although Kelly thought it was forced. "It wasn't Cinemax or a strip contest or a nude pageant," she told them, "Sharon was one of the features at the Sexpo in Melbourne." "Get out!" Naomi answered, rocking back in her seat, an almost adoring gaze shifting to Sharon. "Bullshit," Glory snorted. "It's real," Naomi started, "I've seen it on Spike TV when Geoff is watching..." "No," Glory rolled her eyes, "Bullshit our MILF stripper was a feature." "Uhm, it's true," Kelly answered, then shrugged when Glory glared at her, "I'm not lying, am I?" she turned to Sharon, who's glare was almost as intense as Glory's. The older woman turned her glittering expression toward the incredulous young stripper. "Jealous?" Sharon smiled cruelly, then shrugged, "It really wasn't anything special... just another evening with my men." "The BZ?" Fallon's tone suggested what she thought of the frat. "Mm-hmmm," Sharon paused, eyes flickering half closed and her back arching as she shivered in front of all of the women, "Mmmm, she said after a moment, "Just thinking about it is enough to get me hot." "More bullshit," Glory grumbled, "Save it for the johns." Kelly was almost unable to take her eyes off of Sharon, though. Her partner was simply incredible. She could not put her finger on what was happening, but every day she seemed more... a vision of Go flashed through her mind, and she snorted at the thought that somehow Sharon was the masculine, controlling figure of the club owner. But even as she discounted it, Kelly had to admit Sharon was suddenly so different, so... virile. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A Sharon ran a finger around her pierced nipple, eyes still lidded, head back, as she brought her other hand to her crotch, suggestively pressing against her sex. "Ungh," she shuddered again, and every other woman watched in rapt fascination as Sharon undulated without moving, oblivious to everyone around her. Worried, Kelly moved to distract the others as Sharon slid bonelessly into her seat, groaning huskily. She grabbed her ipad from her bag-- a gift Dave had provided, along with specific instructions she had been finding increasingly difficult to obey, considering she felt like she was spying on Sharon. "Here," she cleared her throat and began running her fingers over the screen. G4... She scrolled through the site as it loaded, found the Header for Sexpo 2010, Melbourne, scrolled through the episodes... "Just check this out," she triumphantly spun the little tablet for Glory and the others to see as Riley Style began the intro to the next segment, her little girl voice piping from the speaker. "And now, what we've been telling you about... the amateur awards that are scheduled for tonight... I've seen some of these girls," she licked her lips suggestively, "And I'm hoping they make the jump to come play with me. Let's see what's happening," and she spun away from the camera dissolve before it showed her again, at the back of a big auditorium. "Some of these women may be the big stars of tomorrow," she said in an unnecessary whisper, "Well, some of them are already stars in their own right..." A pair of well known porn stars, one brunette and bold, the other a bottle blonde who had made a career of at least playing at being 'ditzy' were getting the crowd focused. "... category is best New Amateur in a series." the ditzy blonde pouted, "I remember when I was in the running for this award." "Did you win?" "No, silly. I only did one loong movie," she dragged out the word, then batted her eyes at the camera, "I thought taking a series of big studs was what would get me nominated." The brunette rolled her eyes. "Tonight's nominees have been acting..." "Or not," the blonde tittered. "Or not," her companion agreed, "In at least three separate productions that have earned at least $100,000. To be nominated, the women must also not have been signed to a studio, and they can't have been doing it before this year!" the blonde looked at her exasperated friend, "What?" "They cannot have been performing in the sex trade before this year." The crowd laughed at the prompting light. "Oh, right..." another giggle, "I think all of these gals have been 'doing it' well before this year." the blonde winked again at the camera, then turned to her companion, "Well, Sasha, who's up for the award?" Sasha Blue opened the page she had been holding. "Miss Geri Jones," the big screen behind the pair cut to a clip of a buxom redhead riding on one cock while slurping hungrily at another jutting through a hold in the wall, "Gloryhole Jones, 1 through 4," the scene cut to the same lithe young woman screaming in ecstasy as a big tattooed stud pounded her ass against a checkered tile floor. The crowd applauded, the clapping increasing as the scene cut to the woman, seated in the crowd, wearing a shimmering green dress cut to expose the insides of her breasts as well as her navel. Smiling almost shyly, the young starlet tweaked her dress, baring the edge of an areola, which was deftly blurred by the censors. "You may have seen her get her start in 'Grads Gone Wild,' Sasha continued, and another video replaced her image on screen, showing a younger, less sexually polished woman flashing her breasts in a crowded bar for a camera, "Another in the line of discoveries by Larry Rubio." The cameras dutifully cut to the man who had gotten rich talking drunk coeds on Spring Break to show the country their tits. By means of waving, Rubio lifted his arm to show the chromed handcuffs he wore, linking him to a guard who was his ever present shadow while the convicted tax cheat worked off his debt to Uncle Sam. "Who's next?" the blonde chirped. Sasha tilted her head, returning her attention to the page she was holding. "The star of 'Hot Pocket Deliveries,' 1-6, Rose Victoria." The Latino beauty was shown knocking on the door wearing a thin white T with red sleeves, the front emblazoned with 'Hot Pocket Deliveries.' The image immediately cut to the same actress spreading her heavy, clean shaven labia as the 'homeowner' slipped into her with a groan of delight. Leaning back, the athletic young woman began to hump herself at the offered cock, shouting 'Yesss!' with an accent reminiscent of the 'Modern Family' star making it big in Hollywood. The scene cut, and the camera showed her encouraging an anal pummeling before accepting her 'payment' from the satisfied customer and sauntering toward her red and white VW Bug, pausing to look back over her shoulder and wink before saying, 'Just 3 more deliveries to go...' before the image cut to the same smiling woman where she was seated in the crowd. Rose wore a body hugging white sequin dress that emphasized her impressive cleavage, and set off her flawless mocha complexion. Batting her heavily made up eyes, the beauty blew a kiss at the camera. "Mmmm," the blonde sighed, "I think I need to try Hot Pockets again." Rose smiled prettily and nodded in answer, mouthing 'any time' for the camera. "But wait," the blonde frowned, "Wasn't she a GGW, too?" On cue the overhead screen showed Rose, pre-augmentation, flashing and shaking her ass at a beach party for a recent Grads Gone Wild production. "Yep, Larry strikes again," Sasha paused, "Damn, that man gets around." When the camera cut to him again, the producer smiled broadly. Rose tried to look appropriately embarrassed, and the crowd pretended the starlet the had just seen humping a 'stranger' would be so affected. "Who's next, Sasha, another Grads Gone Wild discovery?" "Well, in fact," Sasha shook her head, "Maybe we'll name this the Rubio award next year... Anna Colter!" The screen lit with a passable news desk set, where an impossibly tall blonde was deftly eviscerating a pudgy politician "... Trying to tell this Audience you have no recollection of visiting the Tabby Cat and paying for lap dances?" there was a movie in a movie cut of the target of her attack drooling over a succession of faceless strippers, "That you were not a regular customer of the Soccer Mom Madam, "Cut to the man rutting into a willing young woman, face obscured by the camera angle, the 'Madam' in question peering over his shoulder through the open door of the frilly girly pink painted room, "And yet, you are somehow opposed to insurer coverage of contraception and federal funding for abortion?" The clearly surprised politician was left speechless, blinking as he looked about as if to escape. "Well I have only one response to that," the too thin young woman stood, the heavier but shorter man almost cowering away from her. Anna turned, setting one elbow on the new desk that had been behind their 'interview' setting, and using the other to flip her miniskirt up, baring her naked ass and sex, "You've got some big balls, Senator... Now show me how well you can use them." Suddenly confident, the 'Senator' hurried to accommodate the newswoman's demand. The screen cut back to the pair on the stage. "Foxy Hosin' Zone, 1-3," the blonde giggled, "I'd say she's fairly balanced," the coupling was continuing on the big screen behind the presenters. "Yes," Sasha agreed as the screen dissolved, "Miss Colter is unable to join us tonight, but sent along a thanks," the screen changed to a twitter post, 'Love that you're all watching me right now. Hugs and Kisses, A' "And yes, she's another Rubio discovery," the blonde piped up, "Don't all you men wish you were Larry, just for a day?" She turned to Sasha, "Who's next?" Sasha again focused on her paper, "A true school girl MILF, and married to boot, the star of the BZ Bitches 1-5... Sharon Synn." The scene behind them cut to Sharon, in her Demoness costume, servicing a line of the BZ Brothers. There were hushed murmurs and cheers as she begged the young stud between her legs to fuck her harder, and then urged someone else to take their turn when he finished up and pulled away. The scene cut to a profile of Sharon being approached 'on the beach,' the first film shoot she had done in the warehouse, her face turned enough to hide who she was, until it was buried in one of the big stud's groin while a second began to pound into her easily. "Mrs. Synn... Yep, you heard me right, Missus, could not be here tonight, as school resumes Monday, but she and her friends at the BZ Frat are able to join us by satellite..." The screen cut to Sharon, seated between Dave, and Samir, her hands wanking their bare cocks. She was topless, wearing the Demoness mask, and when she saw herself on the television her mouth dropped open in obvious shock. Her hands went right on working though. The crowd laughed. "Wow," the blonde giggled, "I think she's already filming number six." "Eight, actually," Dave said, then let his mouth go slack, feigning greater pleasure than he was actually receiving, "Damn, but you can work a cock, Shar'." Shocked, she took her hand away from his cock, horrified to see the televised image of her do the same a second later. Dave adjusted himself, aware his cock was impressive to the average man or woman as he continued, "6 and 7 as well as a Greatest Hits eh, Missus," he paused while the crowd chuckled at the promo sign one of the other brothers had held up behind the coach showing the spelling of their play on words, "Are in the can." Horrified at being on live TV, Sharon sat, one hand still working Samir's cock. She wanted to bolt from the room, and as reason began to urge the more than tipsy white housewife to do just that, Dave lifted his chin-- not a motion anyone watching would notice. Bernie stepped up and held a card up over the camera set above the television in front of her. Sharon froze, seeing a picture of herself with Chris. As she opened her mouth to ask what was happening, Dave leaned close, kissing her neck. Her eyes flickered closed automatically as her nerves sang. TWANG! Her clit pulsed and her body undulated, one hand still working Samir's solid cock. "If you leave we'll have to show them you really are married... just play along, little Bitch," Dave whispered while pretending to kiss her ear. Her eyes focused on her wedding band as her fingers rose and fell on Samir's deep black shaft. The little voice that had tried to get her to escape was shouting-- hundreds... thousands of strangers were watching her... She'd never be able to pretend it wasn't her! Dave winked, at her, "The mask has to stay on, so hubby doesn't find out just how horny his little wife is." Sharon relaxed slightly, trying to convince her he was right-- Chris would not recognize her dressed as she was... doing what she was doing. Her gaze was still captured by the movement of her hand and the sensation of Samir's erection sliding through her fingers... She realized her free hand was frigging her dripping slit. God, it felt good. The worries, the knowledge that others were watching her faded away. "Her fans will know, but trust me, this married MILF gets NAUGHTY!" Dave offered the camera a thumbs up, "Just catch one of her performances and you'll be back for more." Leaning back, leaving it obvious no force was being used, he said, "Damn, you got wonderful hands, but I want that mouth, my sexy little bitch." The rational fragment of her mind not hazed by the hours of drugs, booze, and constant sexual activity was still shouting-- the blinking light over the TV was real... they could not fake having her name called on a live broadcast from half the world away. But without hesitation, driven as much by her own building need as the demand of the younger man, Sharon dutifully twisted, dipping her head to slurp his swollen cock into her mouth. She bobbed almost gently a time or two before she felt his hips lift slightly. She automatically took the cue, knowing what he wanted, and began to bob at him more forcefully, taking him to the root and holding herself there every few strokes, sucking at him strongly. She heard the murmurs followed by a building applause as the screen reverted to the stage half way around the world. Turning her head, she realized that even with the two women front and center, a hugely magnified image of her bobbing head was still on display, behind the announcers. She was incredibly embarrassed-- how many people were seeing her do that live? And yet she was suddenly so wet she moaned around Dave's cock, wishing Samir would fuck her... Kelly and the other dancers had no idea what had led up to her putting on the little show on cable and satellite television... that Sharon had rushed back to her small condo, grabbing the Demoness mask and the accompanying dildo 'tail' and then speeding the short distance to the frat, frantic by the time that she arrived that it had been more than the hour and a half Dave had allowed. She had actually left the Range Rover running, dashing up the steps to see if she had time to park before whatever Dave had planned was starting, and had been amazed to see the house was mostly deserted. Carlyn had been asleep on one of the couches in the main room, heedless of the light, her unpierced left nipple visible above the edge of the BZ Bitch baby doll she was wearing. Bernie, the frat member who had answered the door, had laughed at Sharon's expression, asking if something was wrong. She had stammered that Dave had made it sound like there was a party or some pressing event that she had needed to rush back to attend. Laughing, had pointed at the quietly snoring younger woman. "Well, it's been a rough holiday for your sister, keeping us all satisfied, so maybe Dave wanted you to come take over for her." He had waved off, Sharon's suggestion she would park the Rover, "Don't sweat it, little Bitch, I been wantin' ta drive that fine ride. And you just get comfortable, I want to do some partying with you." He had been out the door after offering an lascivious wink that had managed to trigger the inexplicable and almost incapacitating reaction of Sharon's clit. She had sagged against the inner doorframe until the sensation eased, and then had gone looking for Dave. The senior frat member had been watching movies in the rec room, and had waved off Sharon's inquiry as to what was up. It had not been five minutes from finding Dave before the shapely housewife had been seated between the domineering BZ brother and Tom, the big lineman who had proven to be a capable and gentle lover, a big glass of alcohol in hand. Dave had prompted her to share 'what she had done during the holiday,' and frightened that he would somehow know if she lied, she had offered an embarrassingly thorough description. He had seemed surprised about her adventure in the hospital, and had been downright unhappy about the way the high school players had used her. "Tom," Dave had growled as he got up, deftly refreshing the Solo glass of Mind Eraser that had been given to the hapless housewife, their best BZ Bitch, "When Zeke rings up you get me, no matter what else I'm doing. Unless that boy's recruiting that other big lineman he isn't allowed to be freelancing our girls like that." Tom had nodded soberly-- Sharon had been sure he was more upset about the various ways she had been used over the holiday than Dave, but with the heavy fog of reefer smoke filling the room, it was just too hard to focus for her to wonder why. Sometime later... Sharon had no idea how much time, much less how much she had had to drink, she had acquiesced to Dave's insistence that she put the mask on, and with less reluctance she has slipped the 'tail' into its place jutting from her ass. Sitting with the big dildo inserted was initially uncomfortable, but by then Sharon had been sufficiently aroused at the constant touching and fondling of the BZ who were partying with her, not to mention the frequent less than subtle suggestions of what was going to happen, that she had actually enjoyed the pressure of the thick rubber distending her bottom, a harbinger of the pleasures to come. She remembered giggling at how slurred her voice was when she had asked Dave why it had been so important that she come home that night, never stopping to consider where it was she considered 'home.' Instead of answering, Dave had looked over at Samir, who had told Sharon he wanted her to dance for them. Giggling, Sharon had stepped onto the low coffee table between the couch and the big flat panel TV, and had started to dance with the ease of the performer she had become. Even without a pole, she had managed a lewd display that had all of the BZ brothers on hand ready to take advantage in just a song or two. When she stepped off to take a break, she had disrobed but for her heels and the costume, and without thinking about it she had dutifully retrieved drinks for the young men, naked, before she had done a second set, teasingly drawing the strands of her 'tail' through her bare sex and whipping them against her naked breasts, reveling in the power she had felt over the enraptured frat members. She had paused, seeing herself on television as she had turned to bounce her ass at the trio seated on the couch, and Samir had quickly told her it was just the 'Eye' on the X-Box Kinect, pointing to the elaborate lens situated above the television. Sharon had seen the frat members playing various games with it, and giggled at the way her body as moving on the screen before her, but as much as the expressions of the men behind her, whose eyes were glued to her thrusting bottom. The guys had laughed when Samir had told her the camera was a new addition with HD resolution-- which meant nothing to Sharon. Bernie had asked if the young programmer was designing a sex game with Sharon as the main character, and the guys had laughed with Sharon at the joke. Standing from his seat in the chair to the side, Bernie had dropped his pants, announcing it was time to 'tip the entertainment.' Seeing his jutting cock, Sharon had licked her lips-- she had been horny for a long time by that point, and was more than ready to feel Bernie inside of her. Stepping close, the younger BZ had spanked Sharon's naked ass smartly, and the well-conditioned married housewife turned, bending at the waist while deftly sweeping the plume of her 'tail' to the side, giving her 'brother' easy access. As a swimmer, Bernie was tall but almost painfully thin, with ropey muscles rather than the bulky strength of Tom and most of the others. His cock was similar... not so thick but of above average, length, even in the frat. And whether it was breath control or training in the water, he was also able to go much longer than most of the other frat members, Sharon remembered from past enjoyable interludes. She was wondering how long it would be comfortable to take him standing on the coffee table with the makeshift tail in place when he had asked Samir if he needed to be wearing any special harness to get the geeky BZ brother the 'data he needed.' Sharon had turned to look at the younger frat member in surprise as Bernie had slipped easily into her sex. "You aren't... ahhh," God, it felt good having a big cock thrust into her, she had to admit, "God..." he caught her hips and set an easy but rapid pace, "Aren't recording this for a game?" Samir had laughed. "No, but it's a great idea... Will you be my character, Sharon?" TWANG! Sharon's clit pulsed and Bernie was just sliding home at that moment, and her attempted agreement was a fervent shout, "Yes!" she had shivered, climaxing visibly, to the shouts and cheers of she and Bernie's impromptu audience. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A True to her memory, Bernie easily got her off repeatedly before she was begging him to let them change positions, which is how she had come to be draped over the back of the couch watching Dave and Tom play Call of Duty, hooting and shouting at others across the region as they played online, devastating all comers. The unblinking hi resolution eye of the 'Kinetic' camera-- actually a much more expensive unit Samir had piggybacked into the system just for the night's show-- caught it all, Sharon loving the endless screwing of one BZ brother while her other casual lovers played games in the same room. She had dutifully toked off of the blunt being passed around the room, and had even had most of a Mind Eraser through a straw while being thoroughly fucked by the frat's resident 'cocks man.' When Bernie was finally ready to cut loose, he had paused, yanking her 'tail' free, then had slipped up, pulsing into her loose, welcoming ass before plunging the dildo back, laughing that he was going to 'plug her up' so she'd stay nice and hot for later. After he had padded naked out of the rec room, Dave had told Sharon to go 'touch up' and without thinking she had gone to the bathroom to check her make up, mask still on, and then had collected fresh beer for the brothers before Dave had suggested she sit down between he and Samir. Between rounds he had laughed to the younger frat member that it wasn't fair that their little Bitch didn't have a joystick to play with, too. Nodding his agreement, both men had stripped off their jeans, after which Sharon had been left playing with them-- not too much, don't distract me, Bitch, Dave had warned-- until Samir had warned them 'last game.' When they had turned the television on , Sharon had been in the semi-dark room with the brothers present through the break for nearly 4 hours. It was 3 AM, and she was flying and still horny, never considering it was even live TV when Samir had switched the screen to G4. The show in which Sharon had found herself performing had started at 6 PM the next day in Australia, so it was end of the Sexpo crowd-- a packed house-- on hand to enjoy the show she put on, not to mention the tens of thousands of full package subscribers and internet media viewers who watched her wank, then blow Dave live in HD. "Well, Jess," Sasha had said, looking back as Sharon went on eagerly gobbling at Dave's cock, "She seems to enjoy her work." "Me, too," Jess Gem answered, running a hand down her skin tight body suit, "I may go back to school after all." "What do you think, Mr. Rubio, would she make a good Grads Gone Wild girl?" The usually too smooth entrepreneur paused, then shook his head in the negative, eliciting scattered hoots and taunts. "Well, I don't think she minds... she seems to have found just the right position," Jess tittered, having watched as Samir moved the still sucking white housewife onto one knee on the couch, her forward leg bracing between the couch and coffee table as he slid his bare tool into her with apparent ease. "And what a position it is," Sasha agreed, and for several seconds the pair, along with all of the assembled crowd, watched Sharon being spit roasted, her body twitching in obvious pleasure. "Uhm... oh," Sasha saw the stage hand waving frantically, as the image was cut off, "I, uh, I guess we have more nominees." "As if it's necessary," Jess murmured, still looking at the blank screen, "I think I want to go to summer school." On television, the contestants present in the theater, whose faces had replaced the image of Sharon being thoroughly fucked, nodded in enthusiastic agreement. The crowd chuckled, men across the expansive theater shifting in their seats as the space in their trousers shrank alarmingly. "Uhm, who else," Jess asked, then giggled, "Oh, that's my line..." The crowd laughed, and the sexual tension that had so quickly pegged in the auditorium eased back. "The next nominee is Alesha Hawkins." The screen behind lit with the grainy footage of an attractive red head blowing the first in a row of men leaning against the edge of a trampoline in a wooded setting. "This sultry single mom-- that's right, guys, a bonafide MILF," Jess giggled, "Is the star of the popular 'Suburban Sprawl' series, one through eleven." The screen cut to show Ms. Hawkins head back, mouth open as she welcomed a doggie style screwing from a ersatz pest control agent. "Another independent, Ms. Hawkins is with us from her home in New Orleans tonight..." The screen dissolved to show the would be starlet, impeccably made up, wearing a naughty latex number that did nothing to hide her nipples despite the pale tint of her areolae. "Hey, Jess, Sasha," the woman's voice was a deliciously honeyed drawl, "I can't believe I'm actually talking to you." "Congratulations on being nominated. You were the most prolific of the nominees tonight, with 32 movies in the last year." The pretty woman nodded and beamed, "Word is we may see you on a major label next year," Sasha asked, "I think it'd be wonderful to bring your Sprawl series out west." "Well, it may happen," the red head winked, "Though I don't think all my 'friends' out here want me to leave." Jess laughed. "Well, if they come out to visit and you'll let me, I'll help entertain... that's a yummy exterminator!" "Oh, darlin', you don't even know," Alesha winked, pressing a hand against the camel toe defined by the latex catsuit, "He can really send a girl over the moon." She smiled mischievously, "Why don't y'all come down and I'll introduce you." "Mmmm, deal," Jess licked her lips, "We'll see if just how many times the South can really can rise again." Sasha rolled her eyes on cue. "Well, I'll let y'all get on with it, but tell that Sharon she should bring her sexy self down here, and experience some true Southern hospitality... Course, I'd love it if she brought some of them big 'ol boys she's got to play with." "Worried about the competition?" "Sugar, we women are always worried about other hot women... but I think Miss Synn is busy enough she can share, jus' like me." The thin woman stretched languidly, seemingly unconsciously, "And I can always make it up to her... ain't she just delicious to watch," she pointed to the laptop she had to one side, "I'm just starting number four... gotta do my research, right?" The crowd dutifully laughed, and the presenters thanked the pert young woman then bade her good-bye. "So," Jess said, looking expectantly at Sasha, "Who won?" "She was supposed to open the envelope," Sasha told the audience, "But I caught her trying to sneak a peek back stage." Jess wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at Sasha, before both women laughed. "I'll open it, you tell everyone, deal?" the self assured young crossover star asked. Her bubbly companion beamed. "I get to announce that..." "I haven't opened the envelope yet," Sasha pointed out. "Well, it'd be a crime if they don't choose Aieee!" The petite blonde squealed as Sasha slapped her rump with a practiced hand. She used black lacquered nails to slice the award envelope open, then handed it to her smaller companion with a flourish. Jess took the envelope, "And the winner of $5,000, this fancy award," she held up an oversized gold colored dildo that obligingly flopped from side to side from where it was mounted to the wooden base, "Mmmm, where was I?" "The prizes," Sasha prompted. "Oh right... This wonderful trophy... use it often girls," she giggled, "A contract with Livid studios, a little fun money..." "$1500," Sasha nodded, rolling her eyes at the idea it was 'fun money'. "And of course, an expense paid trip to AVN next year..." Jesse slipped the card out with a clumsy attempt at a flourish, and giggled, then focused on the card, "... Sorry Larry, this year's New Amateur of the year is Missus Sharon Synn!" The crowd cheered as the camera cut back to the rec room in the BZ frat. Sharon was astraddle Samir, who was grinning broadly as their pet Bitch rode him eagerly. Her head was back, fingers of one hand pinching her pierced nipple as she stabilized herself on his knee with the other, humping up and down as hard and fast as she could. Head back, eyes closed, it was a moment before she realized Dave had cleared his throat-- he wanted her attention. Still riding Samir's cock, she looked to where he was standing beside the television. "Sharon?" Sasha smiled, "Did we catch you at a bad time?" The crowd laughed. "Uh, no..." Sharon slowed, but a poke into her ass from Samir's thumb, hidden by her splayed thighs from the television screen, spurred her on. "Nope, it doesn't look like a bad time at all..." Jesse murmured, pressing a hand against her crotch. Sharon had been blissfully unaware of what was happening. " "How does it feel..." Sasha started to ask. "God it's great... Fuck yeah!" Sharon slurred, humping against Samir even harder. "No... I mean... You know you won?" Sharon frowned, her entire focus on how close she was to getting off, and then she realized she was watching herself again... riding Samir like a wanton slut, face barely concealed by the 'Demoness' mask, too little she thought idly to keep anyone from recognizing her. She came to a stop, fully impaled, ignoring Samir's jab to keep moving. Her eyes moved to Dave, who smiled and held up a card, that read 'say Thank You.' "I won..." she blinked, trying to remember what they had talked about... some contest with other women... porn stars. "Thank you," she managed, "I didn't... I mean," she stopped herself from saying she had not entered, seeing the angry glare Dave directed her way. He held up another card, above the camera catching her lewd act, and she obediently read. "I want to than the Sexpo and the nominating committee... It was an honor just to be considered, and to have won..." where the card read 'pause' she had almost said the word. Her effort to focus on what she was reading was hampered by the BZ brother still thrust into her sex. At a push from Samir's hands she had resumed rising and falling on his cock. Her need was still there, the promise of a delicious orgasm almost within reach. Dave had switched the big cue card. "Maybe you two can come visit and I'll show you how we really celebrate home cumming," she blinked, then giggled at the strange spelling, belatedly understanding what she had just said, and pleased that the crowd was still laughing. She arched her back putting on a show automatically, and groaning slightly as she went on reading, "I can't wait for AVN next year, and if you can't, check out my new release-- just in time for Christmas-- or come check me out at Snake Eyes!" "Damn, she has the right idea," Jesse murmured, eyes glued to Sharon's moving body as she began to lose herself again in the coupling with Samir. Sasha seemed more put out at behavior that clearly would not make it onto the G4 broadcast. Of course, every engineer who could was catching the action for whatever they could include on the 'uncensored' DVD release that was sure to follow. "Is she nominated for anything else tonight?" the blonde star asked hopefully. Sasha looked to the wing, where a producer consulted his chart, then shook his head. "Fraid not," she cleared her throat, "That's quite a start to the evening's entertainment," she paused, "Something tells me we'll see more of that hottie next year!" The crowd cheered, and Jesse winked at the camera. "Well, have fun, girl... Don't do anything I wouldn't do... well, with those studs what wouldn't I do?" Sharon had managed a weak smile and a nod, but had begun to get off on Samir's cock, and so could not form the words to say thank you or anything else. The scene cut away as her entire body twitched and spasmed visibly. "I always thought going Greek meant something else," Jesse pouted, "But that looked like enough fun I may have to check about an on line college... do you suppose the BZ Brothers will do off campus visits?" Sasha rolled her eyes. "I kinda think if the prospect of sex is involved they'll go anywhere, right Larry?" The man who had built an empire convincing coeds to flash the camera just smiled knowingly. The unwritten rule among 'talent scouts' for the adult industry was not so different from the fictional Fight Club... no one wanted to complain about the tactics the others used-- it was a big world, with plenty of new skin for all to profit. "What's next, or can we take a break... I may need to visit the little girls' room," Jesse's intent was plain to all. "Not yet, sorry," Sasha answered without meaning it. Part of her wished the annoying woman would let her go on alone. A runner had carried a new nominee card and winner's envelope out to her. She did not need to check the heading, but did, just to be sure, "First we have to announce the winner for the best lesbian ensemble movie." Jesse was obviously distracted, but managed to hold her end of the choreographed banter as the show continued. Kelly watched the other dancers as they recognized Sharon had, indeed, won $1500 for the 'work' she was doing outside of Go's. Because any of the women working at Go's took turns in the champagne room, all were essentially doing what Sharon had been doing (behind a blur bar, thanks to the You Tube net censors), so none was innocent enough to be shocked at the idea. She could see jealousy in some of the girls' expressions, most notably Glory, who others had pegged as hoping to use Snake Eyes as a Springboard to the bigger dance circuits in Arizona, Nevada, or California. Fallon patted the older woman's bare shoulder, "Congrats, Shar. "Yeah," Naomi was breathless, "What are you going to do with the money?" Her eyes were bright as she considered the various ways she could enjoy a $1500 prize. Sharon blinked, surfacing from the continued memory of the weekend-- The guys had kept her humping her ass throughout the night and well into Saturday afternoon before she had finally crashed for a brief nap on the same couch she had seen her 'Sister' sleeping on when she had arrived. The rest had been brief, because returning students had quickly found her, and the hapless white housewife had found herself 'entertaining' a new and rotating group of frat members, horny after days at home, chafing under the watchful eye of parents. What would have once upon a time left the blonde coed a ragged wreck seemed barely to touch the need she felt, and Dave was not the only one who had noticed how vocal and frankly aggressive their pet wife had become. Even when they didn't keep her on a steady diet of weed and booze, she was almost a nymphomaniac. At odd times during the action she would snap rigid, breath catching, an occasional moan or whine escaping her throat. He tried not to let on that the behavior worried him when others asked about what had happened to her, assuring them she was just getting in line with being their prize bitch. But he had made a mental note to talk to Shaun about it, as well as some of the brain trust that he and his friend relied on to minimize the inevitable troubles that arose when managing a stable of variously willing young women. Sharon had passed out taking two and three frat brothers at a time, and had been surprised to wake up later on Monday in her own bed, her skin a maze of dried fluids that betrayed the prior days' activities. She had showered, but had not had time to do anything but call the clinic before Kelly had called about being picked up for their shift at Snake Eyes. Any thought of actually attending classes had long since disappeared. The ladies had spent the day getting back in sync, laughing that it should not be so hard after so few days away. They had eagerly shared a bit of time in Go's office, before they had headed to the dressing room to 'help the other girls along' as Go described it. The tacit understanding was that the girls were to tell him anything he asked about the others, and they knew that it was a two way street... Just for that reason the girls like Palomino never lasted long. Sharon never considered that she and Kelly were already some of the club's 'veterans,' but citing the holiday rush, Go had them working 3 weekdays and all of the weekends. And Sharon's 'visitors' had resumed. When she had called the frat after servicing four entirely unsatisfactory resident advisors the Thursday of her return, her one day 'off' from Go's, Dave had pointedly reminded her she was 'helping the system' with finals approaching. She had known better than to argue, even when two more annoyingly eager young men had shown up the next day hours before she was to be on stage at Snake Eyes. That first weekend 'back' she had asked Go for a session in the champagne room after she and Kelly had finished their last set. The big club owner had leered at her and had nodded, 'Knew it wouldn't be too long before the itch got too bad.' The Sharon of less then a year before would have blushed and beaten a hasty retreat. Without thinking about it, she had instead stepped up, bringing her hand up to tickle Go's big balls through his jeans with her cliqued ceramic nails. 'If I had the itch, I'd ask you to scratch it,' she'd purred, and had been delighted when the bar owner had laughed, leading her back to his office to 'prove it.' Thoroughly fucked, she had been a bit surprised when he had called her out of the dressing room thirty minutes later, pairing her with a muscular young man 'just back from the sandbox' Go had explained. With the nearby army base, the women were used to 'treating' the young men-- unattached and otherwise-- just back from rotations in the country's carefully ignored little war. Some were spent so quickly the girls felt bad at whatever the men had spent to visit the champagne room, and most made sure the young troopers got what they had paid for with an enthusiastic 'encore.' The occasional soldier treated coupling like another battle, their cock like a primeval club to force the women to submit. When her 'guest' proved to be this more aggressive and selfish partner, though Sharon had not sought the help of the club's bouncers, bucking against him, urging him on even harder and faster, demanding it, cursing the panting vet as he hammered into her. Their rutting had been so violent others nearby had stopped to watch, and when they had collapsed in a moaning heap after a mutual orgasm a bare 4 minutes after he had first pushed inside of her, the others coupling in the bit room had offered an enthusiastic round of applause. Somehow, that had spurred her on, but her attempt to get the previously almost enraged soldier to give it to her again was unsuccessful... apologizing profusely, the man had beaten a retreat so hasty it had seemed he had been embarrassed, which had left the barely satisfied white housewife puzzled. She had been more puzzled when Go had handed her a small box the next week before their first set. The club owner had offered no explanation and when she had opened it to find an impressive diamond tennis bracelet she had looked up, her surprise obvious as she stammered a thanks, glancing at Kelly, worried that their boss would offend her lover with so showy a gift and without a companion for the brunette. Go had laughed, 'That isn't from me... first rule, remember? Don't get attached to the help.' Sharon had stamped her foot at that, 'We're more than just the help and we both know it!' grabbing Kelly's hand, she had thrust the jewelry into it, 'We're also a team, so don't think you can get between us.' Laughing, Go had caught both women by the hair, half dragging them into his office, where he had proceeded to nail each in the cunt and ass, alternating every few strokes, easily getting them close to climax without letting either get off. 'This what you meant?' he had taunted, 'Can't let either of you get off 1st, or the other might pout...' Biting back the need to cum, Sharon had tried to hump back at the big man to get past his self control, but nearly three decades into making a living off of sin, Go easily kept her movements in control and withdrew whenever his control was threatened. When that ploy had failed, Sharon had reluctantly demanded that he finish Kelly first, but the big man had just laughed, leaving them both hanging as he called Phoebe in, finishing off in the Latina's talented mouth. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15B Original Story: Scipio/ Scipio555 Continuation: RogueAlan Chapter 15, continued. Greetings, gang... this one is short... hopefully advances the story while still getting some sex in. First an explanation... had a question about where is chapter 15... All of this IS chapter 15... When it was running as long as it was, figured I should get what I had out, and continue... but all of this, with 2 more parts, is chapter 15. Then 16 should be shorter, but I always start out saying that. Had some constructive criticism, which I do try to listen to... I'd always been warned in comp class not to have someone 'speak' in the middle of a paragraph... to start dialogue in new paragraphs... had not considered that the way I have been doing it leaves readers trying to catch up with who is talking and who is reacting... hope this reads more smoothly. As to concerns we've 'been there, done that'... sex is sex... & while we've been to some of the places in the last chapter and this segment too, hopefully there are some new variations on the theme... given the topic and the continuation, though, there will be some repetition, and I suspect 'fast forwarding' through the sex would not be well received... After all, this is supposed to leave you wanting to find that nearest 'special someone.' Hopefully, knowing that there are some new twists and venues coming will satisfy for now. I once thought the author of the Longarm westerns was ridiculous for describing the hero in the same set of paragraphs early in each story. Can see now that as you progress, even regular readers would like a catch up now and then, and a listing of the characters and their traits is not acceptable on the site as a function of space not devoted to story. Finally, to regulars, hope this shorter turn around works for everyone... and S, good catch, but I won't tell... you'll have to wait a chapter or two... As to inquiries about Sharon's friends from home in the last chapter, and the professor she compromised, as well as the other 'dangling threads,' that have not been addressed recently, I'll say it again.... Sit down at the keyboard... bang out what you think would happen (trust me, it's kind of fun). Post it up... I look forward to reading it. And I promise I am not losing those threads. This is not Lost or Homeland... I reserve the right to end any particular storyline or character, and trust that we can create new characters you'll like... then again, there's no pay off in this beyond a story that I can read a bit of, then go looking for my special someone. And if there haven't been 'spin offs' we'll get back to several of them... As to the inaccuracies in editing... spell check misses words, and sadly because I am reading what I wrote, I miss things, too... the 'factual' inaccuracies compared to prior chapters are sometimes more problematic... I didn't write it the way I wrote it back 3 years ago. I've gotten past that, considering telling the story is the focus, not turning this into the next '50 Shades' (which I understand took some major revising. For now, enjoy... and for the trolls, don't bother... you won't like it... I won't care about your outrage or the fact that you can't read the story type or know what to expect after 14 chapters. -RogueAlan Chapter 15B: Ornaments Sharon Sobel turned a slow circle, looking at herself in her bedroom mirror. She paused, amazed at the changes in just a semester. Her skin was a deep gold tan from head to toe-- no tan lines for the married mother of two. Her blonde hair, which she had dyed regularly in varying shades, was an almost platinum, streaked with darker blonde, and was longer than she had worn it in years. Pausing, the middle aged housewife eyed the sharply defined vee of pubic hair-- dyed to match-- the chevron pointing directly at her clit. She shuddered slightly as just thinking about her clit triggered the familiar pang of excitement or need... she was not sure which. She remembered worrying that Chris, her husband would be shocked by the bodyscaping, and was still amazed that instead the various changes had served to turn him on. She wondered if he thought she was painstakingly maintaining the thin wings of hair with a razor, and what he would say if when he asked she admitted it was permanent, thanks to laser treatments. She brushed her hair back, eyes moving over the reflection of the left high ear piercing. The BZ logo was prominent, but she rarely considered that body art, as it was usually hidden by her hair. When she had her hair tied up to keep it out of the way while she was working there was never time to look at herself in the mirror. The jewelry matched the ring piercing her left nipple. The lower ring kept that nipple partially hard all the time, the quarter-size areola slightly darker, as when she was aroused. She watched her skin flush slightly as she admitted to herself she usually was a little aroused, any more... a major change compared to the prim, prudish wife who had come to school four months earlier. Her skin was taut, muscles visible over her flat abdomen and sides and in her arms and thighs as she turned again in front of the full length mirror, but she was unhappy at the sag in her breasts, which was definitely worse than it had been the previous summer. She had not thought about it, until Go had commented as he had left her apartment Monday morning. She was not eating differently... she had barely been eating throughout the semester, so she had no explanation. She did worry that the frat members would not be happy with the change, and had started trying to eat more fatty foods, hoping to stop the change. Why would any woman want to trade muscles for big breasts? At least the flat stomach showed off her third piercing... a navel ring with the matching BZ logo inscribed, in a free swinging bauble, as well as the top retention bead. Teasing her fake nails-- another change she had never done before-- over the beads, she bit her lip, admitting that her tummy looked amazing. Almost as good as that Elizabeth Hasselbeck woman on 'the View.' She turned away from the mirror, eyeing the BZ Bitch tattoo in black, white, and red at the small of her back. The small flags below it, BB and BMM were awards from a party early in the semester, and she was proud of them, even though she knew Chris would have a stroke if he ever learned what she had done to earn them. She lifted her left leg with the ease of a the dancer she had become, eyeing the ring of what she had once thought were leaves inked into her skin. Having seen the frat's depiction of mistletoe, she had realized during the last weekend before school what it was she wore in her skin while showering between 'guests' in her apartment: a series of black cocks, demonstrating in yet another way what she had become. Part of her was ashamed at it-- knew having it was wrong-- but she felt the stirring that began whenever she considered her friends at the BZ frat, and could not bring herself to call what had happened wrong... She would never have believed she could be such a slut, but could not deny it as she considered how she had spent the weekend in her condo unit before Winter Break began. Chris should not be too angry, she tried to convince herself-- she had learned to give head good enough to win the 'Best Blow' tattoo, and he had definitely benefited from that skill. And her husband had not had to pay for as much, since her status as the 'Best Money Maker' had funded the things she had done during school. Even so, she knew she would never tell her family how she had spent the semester... or how she realized she would be spending the next semester, and however long the BZ wanted to use her. Eyeing the 36D-27-34 figure she had been more than a little proud of upon entering college, the married coed frowned, guessing she was barely a C cup. Her eyes moved down... a six pack was not worth losing her breasts, she huffed, her gaze coming to rest on her clit. She had never heard about a clit getting bigger because of overuse. She giggled, imagining that if it was true for cock size men all over the world would endlessly abuse themselves. Even so, she was a little embarrassed... her clit was simply huge... the bead poked proudly from the hood where it had once hidden almost all of the time, and the hood seemed heavier... or longer... and the skin darker than she remembered it being. Without thinking about it, she moved a hand down, pressing along the sides of the hood, hips undulating autonomously at the pleasure that caused. She was tempted to stand there and masturbate... She had not gone 12 hours without a cock for most of a week, and was feeling she thought understandably horny. "Shar?" Sharon jumped at Kelly's call, embarrassed, and whirled, verifying that the door to her room was locked. She hurried to put on her clothes, ignoring the clothes filling the drawers of her dresser for the familiar BZ thong, school mascot sweatpants and hoodie, sans bra. "Just a minute, Kelly." She slipped into the converse flats she had in her closet, glad for the more comfortable shoes compared to the heels she usually wore at school. Her fellow BZ Sister and dancer at Go's had asked to join her for Christmas and Sharon had agreed without hesitation. She had not even asked if the younger woman's family would not miss her, relieved at the prospect of having the petite brunette around if she said or did something that made Chris suspicious. Not that he had seemed to wonder about any of the new changes. She hoped that would be true of the latest, as she grabbed her small handbag, aware of the new body jewelry nestled inside. She came out into the hall to find Kelly and Cathy waiting for her. Her daughter was practically hopping up and down, she was so excited. She reminded Sharon of the four year old daughter desperate to have her ears pierced. "Took you long enough," Kelly teased, "Just to wear what you arrived in." "These are different," Sharon argued, "It's the mascot, not just the initials." The younger women laughed, and together they headed to the stairs and out to Sharon's Range Rover. "Can I drive?" Catherine asked. Sharon shrugged, actually glad to have someone offer. She was more than a little tired after the weekend, but was not about to explain to her oldest child that having fucked strangers for forty straight hours she would have rather go the next day. In truth, she did not remember agreeing to let Cathy get her navel pierced, but it was not a big deal, and it was almost Christmas, after all. She did not argue when Kelly climbed into the passenger seat, slipping into the back of her own car, trying not to let on that to her it still smelled of the sex she and Go had enjoyed in the backseat when he had driven her to Kelly's to pick it up Sunday after 2AM. After endless hours putting out to men too excited at being with her to think about getting her off, much less lasting long enough to do the job, having the big club owner's cock buried had been her only focus, overriding any concern about someone seeing then in the parking lot behind Kelly's dorm. "No way! I get to drive!" Scott bounded out of the kitchen, his jacket flapping behind him, breath visible in the cold. "Were you going without me?" "Mom, you should get this detailed," Catherine said, grudgingly giving up the driver's seat and climbing in back with Sharon. Scott jumped in, deftly adjusting the mirrors before backing down the long drive faster than Sharon thought was safe. "It smells like you left some Chinese take out in it," her daughter wrinkled her nose. Sharon blushed but nodded. "I did," she said, "I almost couldn't drive when I got in this morning." Kelly giggled, and Sharon knew why... Her young lover had been awake and had planned to drive the Range Rover over to Sharon's to ask if she could be a part of the Sobel family Christmas; she had seen the whole thing, though to hear her description on the ride home, everyone on the backside of the dorm had to have known what was happening, since Sharon screams for Go to 'keep fucking her' had been echoing through the quad. "I told your mother she shouldn't eat in the car," Kelly quipped, "They have some big egg rolls... you could choke, eating and driving." Sharon kicked the back of Kelly's seat and the youngsters laughed. "So where are we going?" Kelly asked Cathy, "I've got a tongue ring I think I want to add to my collection." When Cathy did not ask what other piercing Kelly had, Sharon belatedly realized her daughter had likely seen her lover's bilateral nipple piercing. She wondered if Catherine knew she had a nipple piercing, too, but was not about to ask, watching as Scott scrutinized Kelly from his position in the driver's seat. She could tell he knew what tongue studs were good for. "I asked around," Cathy explained, heading out of the neighborhood, "Lots of the girls have been to Irizumi, and others went to Fine Line, but Scott and T suggested another place that's cheaper and does better work, so I figured if both are the case, it's hard not to go there." "Scott suggested... You have a tattoo?" Sharon was a little surprised Chris had not at least mentioned it in an email or a phone call. Scott shrugged, the back of his neck turning red with embarrassment. "He has a tribal thing on his arm," Cathy explained, "He just got it. Dad wasn't happy, but T said it looks tough, so Scott's happy, right?" Scott used the power switch to push the seat back against his sister, who yelped before Sharon told them both to quit it.. Their antics distracted her from asking who T was; she assumed it was some girl in Catherine's class that Scott had a crush on... it would not have been the first time for that. "I hope it's where you can hide it," Sharon said, then shook her head, amazed that her children were old enough to be getting piercings and tattoos. Before they were to the highway, the motion of the car and her fatigue, aided by the kids babbling about things she did not understand got the better of her. "Here we are," Sharon sat up, fighting disorientation and a simultaneous sickening familiarity. She saw the sign over the entrance to the long low mall building, "Metro North." "What?" Her voice was more sharp than she intended. Kelly cast her an apologetic look and shrugged. "What are we doing here, guys?" Sharon tried to sound more calm than she felt. This was where she had gone with Dave. She could not imagine why her daughter would be here. "Chill, mom," Cathy rolled her eyes. Scott turned the Rover off. "Jeez, mom," he frowned, "Are you really that prejudiced?" Sharon gasped. Kelly snorted. "Trust, me, Cat, your mom's probably one of the least prejudiced women in the world." Sharon was glad her kids did not pursue the issue. She nodded. "I just meant... I mean, you mentioned Fine Line and what was the other... Irizumi? Aren't they closer to home?" Scott nodded, pointing to the small free standing building away from the mall, close to where they had parked. Sharon almost flinched, realizing they were barely 100 feet from the shop where Donnie had screwed her while applying the tattoos and giving her the piercings. She hated the pang of arousal she felt. She was glad she did not have to speak at the moment. "That's where we're going," Cathy said, releasing her belt buckle, "It's cheap and they do great work, right Scott?" Her younger child nodded enthusiastically. Sharon managed a nod, becoming more focused in getting into the shop ahead of her kids; if Donnie said something that made them suspicious... "Hey, let's go inside for awhile, first," Scott said, jogging away from the Tattoo parlor toward the mall entrance. Cathy shrugged and followed. Kelly caught Sharon's arm as her son used the key fob to lock the car. He shook his head, heading back. "Wow mom," Sharon paused, newly anxious, wondering what she had done. "You're getting the Rover blinged out all right." "What?" she stammered. He shrugged. "Well, that steering wheel is an upgrade... and you had new speakers put in with an in dash DVD player... The chrome plate ring is new... Those are those hi definition argon lights... the seat covers are new. The handles and the mud flaps are chromed out... The rear view mirrors are chromed out. Hell, did you put underglow on it?" Sharon managed a nervous laugh. "Hon, I just told the guys at the frat my car looked like I was a soccer mom... They had some ideas so Kelly wouldn't be embarrassed driving it around, that's all." She hoped there was not a disc of her putting out to the BZ members or some stranger in the player, and made a mental note to check as soon as she could. Kelly still had her arm, and the addled housewife and mother followed her kids into the mall, thankful at least they were not near the shop where she had received the laser treatments. By the time they caught up to the kids, Sharon was shocked to see Scott standing in the entrance to Foot Locker, doing some multi part handshake with a clerk with whom she was intimately familiar. Trevor 'Zeke' Storm put his arm around Scott, and the two moved farther into the store as Cathy followed behind. The big senior football star turned back, looping his free arm around Sharon's daughter. Sharon felt her heart begin to hammer, and she nearly rushed forward, but even as she did, part of her wondered if she was jealous. She and Kelly entered the store still 20 feet behind the kids, unnoticed by the trio. "... here to see me?" Sharon heard Zeke ask her kids. "Cat's getting a navel ring," Scott answered, and Sharon could not miss the way her daughter blushed, "So we brought mom and Kelly along," he looked back, finding them approaching, "Here they are." Zeke released his hold on Sharon's son, turning, to offer her what could only be called a leer, his muscular arm still draped around her daughter's shoulders. Sharon noticed the way Cathy's attention was totally on the big senior. "So we meet again," he winked, and Sharon felt herself flush. It was a struggle not to put a hand over her crotch, her clit was thrumming so strongly. She cleared her throat. "What's that?" she frowned, as if thinking, "Oh yes, at that football game." Zeke was unfazed. "Thought you'd remember," he chuckled, "Didn't Scott say you're going to school, too?" Sharon swallowed and nodded. "That's right... I'm over at State." "A freshman in the flesh," he smiled again, "I'll be there next year... Can't wait to see what life's like after college." Cathy nodded, her eyes still on the tall football player. "So, are you getting something pierced today, too?" "Uhm," Sharon swallowed, "I hadn't thought about it," she lied, licked her dry lips. "Tongue." Zeke said with a nod. "Excuse me?" Sharon wondered if somehow he knew what she had received as her Christmas gift. "Well, you're a freshman at college... I hear all the girls are getting tongue piercings nowadays... Your hubby will love it," he winked at Cathy, "Doesn't that sound like the gift that keep giving?" Cathy nodded again, blushing. Sharon glanced at Kelly, who was close enough to watch, but was pretending to eye the shoes Scott was looking at. "Anyway, I was just... oh, I almost forgot," Zeke clapped himself on the forehead, "Hold on," he went through the back 'employee's only' door, returning after a minute with a handful of 5x7 brightly colored cards. He handed several of each to Scott, Cathy, and Kelly. "We have these gift certificates that are good anyplace in the mall," he explained, "They're for special customers, which is what you are as far as I'm concerned, right? The kids nodded, beaming at their windfall. Catching Cathy's hand, he added, "There's a Victoria's Secret Pink store just down the way, if you're looking for something special for our date." Cathy's blush deepened, and Sharon wondered for a moment if he was just teasing, but then her daughter nodded. Scott had heard and was obviously all right with it, too. "Purple's my favorite color," Zeke told Cathy, who nodded again, "We'll see how well you can take care of your steady man." Giggling, Cathy caught Kelly's hand and Sharon watched as her daughter eagerly pulled her lover toward the distant VS sign. Scott slapped Zeke on the shoulder, and told them he was heading to Game Stop, but would be back shortly. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15B "No sweat, man," Zeke called after him, "Hit the food court too... I'd take a cherry limeade." Scott waved that he had heard, but did not look back. Sharon found herself wishing she had left with the women. Biting her lip, she started for the door. "Now wait for just a minute," Zeke was leering at her again, "You are one fine woman, you know that?" Sharon hesitated, then shrugged. She offered no resistance when he caught her hand, leading her to the side of the store, out of site of most of the mall, though she realized with no small fear that they were still partly visible at the edge of the door nearest the mall exit. Watching, she tried to relax, seeing that the people passing were either intent on leaving or focused on wherever else they were going. She started, realizing Zeke's hand had slipped easily inside of her waistband. He deftly fingered her aroused clit. She shuddered, pressing against his touch. He chuckled, "Damn, you are fine... I'd almost forgotten. Think your daughter will be as good?" Sharon groaned, shaking her head. "No?" Zeke teased, "Don't know if I believe you." "Lessss... Less experience," Sharon managed, her hips undulating as she offered herself to this awful young man. "Well, it ain't just hubby gonna love that tongue piercing," he teased, "Is it?" Sharon shook her head. Zeke laughed, "Gonna have to find out for myself," he smiled, "Course, that'll mean a better before test, won't it." Sharon was so close to cumming she could not answer. And she made no effort to stop him when he spun her, maintaining pressure on her damnably excited clit, and pushing her back with his free hand. The aroused, trained housewife obediently bent at the waist. She shivered, still twitching, needing to cum, when the young man deftly yanked her sweat bottoms down, leaving them in a bunch at her knees. She heard him unzip, felt the shift in his still teasing fingers as he freed himself, shucking his length a couple times to be sure he was ready. Even though she knew it was coming, Sharon nearly cried out as he lanced into her fully finger against her clit anchoring her in place as he filled her from behind. She reached out blindly, knocking shoe boxes to the floor before her hand found the shelf to aid in her balance. Zeke had released here clit to grab her waist with both hands as he hammered in and out of her aroused sex. Sharon knew she should not be doing it... Someone would see them. But at the same time she was hunching back, welcoming his thrusts. "Yeah," he panted, "You shit hot... Don't worry, though... I'll tell you... If Cathy's as good... after our date..." Sharon whined, shaking her head no. "What?" he teased, "You don't wanna share?" Sharon managed to shake her head again and Zeke laughed, "Too bad, little Bitch... We gonna have you and your daughter taking cock side by side next year." Sharon felt tears fill her eyes but could not gain enough control of her body to stop herself from getting off on her tormentor's steadily thrusting cock. Sharon was horrified at the mental image of her daughter putting out like a slut beside her. And she was ashamed at how powerfully she came at the same mental image. "Yeah, you are quite the slut," Zeke taunted, never slowing as she spasmed beneath him, "Gonna get off watching me pole your little girl, aren't you? Want me to call my buddies... couple workin' out here... we can take you in back and..." The employee only door opened abruptly. Sharon whimpered as a girl no older than her daughter stood just a few feet away watching what Zeke was doing to her... and how she was responding. Swallowing once, the girl's gaze flickered up to the big football player, who jerked his head toward the door. "Kinda busy here, Judy." The pale, pimple faced girl stepped back, closing the door without a word; as if it happened regularly. Zeke picked up the pace at which he was hammering into Sharon. "She's not bad... if better ain't around," he panted, "An she knows her place... just like you... right little bitch?" Sharon bit her lip, trying not to respond. Chuckling darkly, Zeke pulled out completely, swatter her ass with his bare hand sharply, the sound filling the store. "Nooo!" Sharon groaned, wishing she was stronger, and wanting to hold out until the young touch was begging her for a break. He thrust forward again, impaling Sharon's ass. She barely stifled the cry of surprise as he did so. "Guess you still have some learning to do," he said through gritted teeth, "But that's OK... we'll be seeing lots of each other... I'm sure glad... Scott and I... are such good friends." Sharon was nearly to another climax, and any concern about passing shoppers seeing her was long gone. "I'm gonna be sure... to visit the house... over Christmas break," Zeke assured her. "May even bring... my buds to meet his mom." He reached down, curling a thumb up into her sex as he went on punishing her ass, the position leaving the pad against her G-spot, the web of his hand firm against her buzzing clit. Swallowing her scream, Sharon came again strongly on the young man's cock. "Yes!" she husked as the first wave ebbed, "Don't stop... More... Harder... Don't quit now!" She still was not thinking about anything except their coupling when he pulled out, catching her by the hem of the hoodie and leading her along the aisle farthest from the windows and the entrance. Sharon hobbled after him, dimly aware that it would just take a look for a passing shopper to see her naked from the waist to the knees, being led toward the front of the store by the big black boy like some perverted dog. He lifted the desk top separating the sales desk from the store floor, and led Sharon through the swinging door. A moment later, Sharon found herself on her hands and knees as he lanced into her pussy like the dog she had imagined herself to be. "Think I'm better than ol' Scotty?" he taunted, when Sharon was close to another orgasm. She shook her head, "No? That mean he's been up inside of you, too? What'll happen if we make him a frat member, too?" he teased her relentlessly, "S'pose he'll just let his brothers use you two, or will he take a turn?" Sharon whimpered, the prospect of being found out by her son too much even for her aroused body to ignore. "Shit," Zeke pulled out, reaching down to spin the confused housewife onto her ass, her head barely under the table where the register sat. "How are you folks doing, today," he said, and she realized someone had come into the store. "If you see something you need, just shout..." He waited, seemingly unaware as Sharon struggled to get her sweat bottoms back up. "Don't move, bitch," he growled softly, and Sharon dutifully froze, "I ain't done with you yet..." He answered someone's question, and Sharon had almost decided he had forgotten her when his instep kicked at her shin lightly, "Don't just sit there, little slut," he whispered, "Why you think I have the register set up like this..." He twitched his hips, his heavy cock swaying suggestively before Sharon's face, "Told you I'd be getting a before and after testing... Suck me off." Sharon reached up, guiding his still erect cock into her mouth. She was long used to the mingled fluids and there was no hesitation as she went to work. She heard the register rattle and ring above her, and realized with a forbidden rush of excitement someone was buying shoes just on the other side of the thin plyboard counter, unaware of what she was doing. She picked up the pace, head bobbing, tongue swirling, sucking at him hungrily. "Oh yeah," he said, hips shifting toward her mouth, "You are a good little cocksucker... I may be to spent to get it up for your daughter." Sharon closed her eyes, working harder, wishing it was true. "You gonna come back before the new year and show me how it feels with that tongue stud?" she shivered, amazed he could know about her gift... or did he? She managed to nod before he got impatient. "I'm not gonna last much longer," he warned, then abruptly spoke more loudly. "How are you doing today? Finding what you're looking for?" Sharon hesitated, but he pressed himself at her face. "Think that's your kids?" he teased, "They gonna come back while you're down there being my little whore?" Sharon had hesitated again, then redoubled her efforts to get him off. The register chimed again as Zeke closed another sale. And another. "Yeah," he said, as if to himself, "That could be your daughter and that pretty brunette BZ Bitch... They may be walking in right now. Or maybe I'll just tell Scott what a talented mother he's got..." He laughed, reaching down to pat her head, "Damn you're spirited..." Sharon was bobbing and sucking as hard as she could, a maneuver that invariably broke down the men in the champagne room. Zeke patted her head, "I'd be done if I hadn't already filled little Judy up an hour ago." Sharon's mind reeled at that... the man she was blowing was intent on fucking her daughter, and the Sobel women together still weren't enough for him. She shivered, aware that part of her was trying to work his swollen cock even harder, anxious to prove she could be all that he needed. "Better hurry," he warned unnecessarily a moment later, "I see them... They're on their way back now... Gonna get me off in time, little Bitch?" Sharon whined, adding a low hum to what she was doing. Zeke arched his back as if she had hit him with a live wire. "Damn!" he groaned, a moment before he began to pulse into her mouth. Sharon wanted to cheer but was kept busy trying to get everything swallowed as he spent himself. She was ashamed to find that she had been fingering herself as she sucked him off... a puddle of her juices had collected beneath the register. After what seemed like minutes he backed away, deftly tucking himself into his open jeans and zipping up. He pointed and Sharon dutifully moved to a low stool away from the register as she hastily finished pulling her sweat up, hoping not to soak through the crotch, as little as her thong would catch her still flowing honey. She wiped self consciously at her face, leaving a pearly smear on one sleeve of her hoodie, and hoped her make up was not too obviously smudged. "Hey girls," Zeke said, and she knew he was not teasing-- Kelly and Cathy had come back into the store, "Find something I'll like?" Sharon heard a bag rustle, and then the big clerk whistled, "Come to papa, little kitty Cat. I'll make you purr in that." Cathy giggled, and Kelly snorted. "Where's Sharon?" the older woman asked. Zeke inclined his head toward Sharon as she watched. "She's back here," he said, "I had her blow me since you had me all hot and bothered." "Trevor!" Cathy was obviously mortified. He laughed. "She's sleeping behind the counter here," he shrugged, "I told her lots of times one of the clerks naps when two are working and she said she was tired..." "Yeah, she slept on the way here," Cathy bought the line, and Sharon hurried to feign sleep. "Mom? Mama?" She sniffed, groaned, then lifted her arms, stretching, and struggled to her feet, doing a credible job of being barely awake, but mostly because her clit was twitching like mad, anxious for more stimulation, making it difficult to balance. "Get a good nap?" Zeke asked. She nodded. "Thanks, I needed that." He laughed at her response. "I could tell... Glad to be of service." Just then Scott returned, plopping an enormous Styrofoam cup on the counter. "Cherry limeade for my man. Thanks for the gift card!" he held up a Game Stop sack, "Got the new NCAA football." "Cool!" Trevor nodded his head, "I'll have to come school you on it over the break." "Anytime, man!" the boys went through another shorter ritualized handshake as Cathy complained that they needed to get outside before the place closed. "Don't worry 'bout Donnie, yo!" Trevor picked up the phone behind the desk as Sharon managed to exit the sales desk, "I'll call ahead, tell him to expect you." Cathy waved, missing entirely Kelly's concern move to help Sharon as they reached the mall floor. "Hey Scott," Trevor called as he hung up, "I got a break coming, you wanna hang out while they get taken care of?" Scott turned back without even checking with the women. Sharon wondered how one person could have such an attraction to all of her family, and giggled stupidly at the momentary image of Chris servicing the big young black man. That, she knew, would never happen. "You OK?" Kelly whispered. Sharon managed a nod. "You didn't... he didn't?" Sharon nodded again. "But he likes Cathy... And she likes him," Kelly had obviously been talking to her daughter. Sharon managed another nod. "Believe me, it wasn't my idea," she assured her younger lover. Kelly nodded, having never considered that seriously. "Damn," Kelly murmured, and Sharon found she had no better way to describe what had happened, and what threatened to happen in the very near future. As they stepped outside, she leaned over, whispering, "Was it good?" Her lover and dance partner colored but nodded. "Well at least she'll have that going for her," Kelly said, almost to herself, watching as Sharon nodded in agreement momentarily before elbowing the smaller brunette in the ribs. Kelly giggled and kept up as the older woman pursued her eager daughter toward the Donnie's entrance. "Well well well," the big black man said in the same baritone Sharon remembered from the first day with Dave, "Zeke called, told me to expect some beautiful women, but," he paused and blinked, obviously recognizing Sharon. "Guess it really is my lucky day he said, bringing his hands to the belt of his jeans. "Donnie?" Sharon said pretending she did not know if he was the store's owner, "I'm Sharon, and this is my DAUGHTER, Cathy." She desperately prayed the big man would not act like Zeke had back in the mall. The big man blinked, rocked back on his heels, and then nodded. Sharon could have hugged him, she was so relieved that he understood. And was going to play the game. "Well, then, ladies, what can I do for you today?" he began, "Are you 18 yet, young lady?" Cathy blushed, and nodded. "Well then, you don't specifically have to have parental consent, but I've always found it's better to ask first where possibly permanent changes are being considered." Cathy nodded. "Besides," he sat back down on the stool in the cubicle where he had been working, "If you bring mom or dad along, usually mom or dad will pay, right?" Cathy nodded again. "We have some specials," he said, pointing to the wall. There were several tattoo designs on felt stuck to the '25% off' wall, as well as 'tongue and tit,' 'tit and lip' and 'snake bites.' "What are snake bites?" Sharon asked without thinking. The artist held up a photo, showing an otherwise attractive young woman with pointed metal barbs jutting out from her lower lip at each side. "Ewww, no thanks," Sharon recoiled. "I was just going to do my navel," Cathy said, moving to look at one of the display stands with a variety of jewelry. "Kelly? Were you going to get anything?" The young coed nodded. "I think I'll get my tongue pierced... what do you say, Sharon?" Cathy scoffed. "Mom may be less square than most of my friends' moms, but please." "Oh yeah?" Sharon heard herself answer, glad Kelly had given her the opening, "Mr.... er Donnie, how much to do her navel," she pointed at Cathy, "And our tongues?" "Right mom," Cathy rolled her eyes, "You're too funny. Why don't you get tattooed eyeliner while you're at it?" Sharon glanced at the display stand where her daughter was standing. "Are you daring me to do it?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. Cathy rolled her eyes. Kelly caught the younger Sobel woman's arm. "Which one are you going to get?" Cathy shrugged, then pointed to something in the case, and Kelly nodded. Donnie stepped up, eyeing what they were talking about. "That's ok for a starter... I recommend staying away from the treated metals and the plastics until it's healed." "How long will that take?" Cathy asked. Kelly waved dismissively. "A few weeks, is all." "Could be two or three weeks, can be a few months," Donnie shrugged, "Depends on how you take care of it... Clean it but be gentle, nothing to stringent... No hydrogen peroxide." Cathy nodded. He turned back to Sharon, "If you do the eyeliner, too I'll split the two for price, do your sister's navel here," "Daughter," Cathy reminded him and he shrugged in mock apology, "Your daughter's navel, your tongue and your tongue," he nodded at Kelly, "Will be like an early Christmas gift." Sharon nodded in agreement, and Kelly laughed at Cathy's expression. "What will dad say?" she asked. Sharon shrugged, and Kelly laughed. "If what they say is true, he'll wish she'd done it a long time ago." "Ewww, TMI, Kel'," Cathy wrinkled her nose, but Sharon worried that by the expression on her daughter's face she was contemplating whether Trevor would want her to get her tongue pierced, too. Sharon was not surprised her daughter had chosen a belly bar with a purple stone dolphin dangling at the bottom. She did not say anything, though, knowing that arguing for Cathy not to see the big football player would be the surest way to push the headstrong young woman into his arms. The lanky tattoo artist selected the appropriate bauble by the number in the case and beckoned Cathy into the front station as he set out a cellophane wrapped autoclave package and washed his hands. He paused, then, "I'm sorry, you're just 18?" Cathy nodded. "Tara!" Donnie called and the same woman Sharon remembered from before came out of a back room, "I've got a navel and a tongue for you," the woman nodded, and beckoned. Sharon started to go with her daughter, intent on sharing this experience together, at least. Donnie waved a finger, "Nope, if you're getting the eye ink, too, we'll do that out here... it's better light... that way when they're done, you'll be closer to being done, too." Sharon bit her lip but did not argue, in part because at the possibility that Donnie meant to fuck her she felt her sex beginning to flow, so much she was sure her sweat pants would soon betray her arousal. She pressed her thighs tight and nodded, Cathy mistaking her expression for apprehension. "Hey, mom," she started, "It's okay if you don't want to..." Sharon waved her off and offered a crooked smile. "Oh no. No way is my daughter going to say I chickened out and wasn't cool enough." Laughing, Kelly caught Cathy's arm and a moment later Sharon heard the door close to the private cubicle. Abruptly she realized they were barely hidden, the front cubicle half walls not even reaching the height of the barber style chair bolted to the floor. "I knew you'd be back," Donnie said, smiling at her, "Once they get a taste of how I handle my needle..." Sharon smiled, but could not argue. "Your daughter is beautiful," he continued, "But I confess, I'm surprised you're letting her join you." She shook her head. "I'm not... I mean, I don't want to," she hesitated, not wanting to offend a BZ member, "I'm sorry, but." Donnie laughed. "Oh no, little Bitch, you don't have to explain... You know the upside or you wouldn't be here, but you also want to protect her from all the risks you are taking... It's only natural." He paused, eyeing her up and down, "You're thinner... but there's more spirit in you now, too. So how is it you're both here if you don't want her to be a BZ Sister?" "I think some people have other ideas," she answered, hating how bitter she sounded. Donnie nodded. "Zeke's a pretty headstrong pup, but he'll mellow... May be he really likes your daughter, did you consider that?" Sharon almost asked if that was so why he had been fucking her ten minutes before, but managed just to shrug. "So I guess we'd better get to work, then... Tara isn't fast, but she won't dawdle... they'll be done in just a few minutes." He moved over, throwing the lock on the front door, and having seen for herself that the mirrored glass fronts did not let enough light out to see exactly what was happening, Sharon relaxed immediately. Donnie laughed. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15B "Might be fun advertising, but I think we'd get arrested if I was boning you in the window display. Sharon blushed, suddenly feeling more shy than was usual with the men she fucked. She guessed because he was not a stranger... it felt more like a relationship. And with that she momentarily understood how Dave and Shaun... most of the BZ she had an affection for could so easily manipulate her. Of course, knowing did not mean she could stop it. Donnie patted the front counter. "C'mon over and let's settle up," he began. Sharon approached, unsure what he wanted. "I'm gonna have to try that wonderful mouth again," he said, then smiled, "But only after you have the new toy installed. You have your credit card?" Sharon nodded, but was puzzled. He smiled, "Well, it won't be what it'd cost most people, but if it was free hubby might wonder just how you'd managed to get such a great deal, right?" Sharon could not argue, and tried not to wince as the big artist rang up a $200 charge on her card. She knew there had been bigger charges since the start of school, but not for a long time... Mostly she had been using the allowances the BZ left to get whatever she needed. Donnie came around the counter as she was signing the small receipt. He easily pushed her bottoms down, taking the thong along, compared to the way Zeke had used her. Sharon automatically bent over the counter, spreading her legs. Donnie chuckled, running his fingers down between her muscular ass cheeks, skillfully fingering her dripping sex. "Mmmm, you were ready to pay up, weren't you?" he teased, pausing to massage her swollen, spasming clit. Sharon gripped the edge of the counter hard, struggling not to cry out. "Don't worry, it's sound proofed in the cubicle," he assured her, and a moment later the beautiful white wife was panting and moaning loudly, begging for Donnie to 'fuck her harder,' to 'fill her up,' as the BZ alum easily brought her off. The big tattoo artist struggled to maintain control. "You fixed, little bitch?" he growled his tempo growing irregular after another five minute of intense pounding, something few women he had encountered could tolerate, but which was simply spurring Sharon on. She nodded, and he smiled, redoubling his effort, driving the panting white woman to another climax to match his own, their bodies thrashing together against the front of the counter as he spent himself inside of her. When he stepped back, slipping out of her still twitching box with an audible slurp, Sharon sagged against the counter for a moment before cupping a hand over her crotch, standing and looking about, Donnie could guess for a bathroom. Reaching across the counter, he grabbed a pledgette of cotton from the low wall separating the cash stand from the front station. "Here, tuck this up there," he smiled at her, "You can clean up when we're done." Sharon did not argue, clumsily tucking the cotton between her glistening labia. When she looked up, Donne was staring at her crotch. "What?" she asked defiantly... He could not be surprised at the lack of pubic hair. "What are you on, girl?" he pursed his lips, then shook his head. "Good thing we didn't put a bar there." She glanced down at her body, but nothing looked strange. He grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the station behind the cash register. She sat down, not caring about Donnie's proximity as he leaned over her to the cubbies under the counter, getting various supplies. "You have the item?" She blushed, then fished in her purse, retrieving the tongue stud. He nodded, looking to the piercing in her ear and lifting her shirt to check her navel piercing. She had changed it for the one she had won at the Frat Christmas party before leaving for home. "Best to start simple," he explained, "You can add the little lights or the vibrators once it's healed." Sharon nodded, not really understanding. She shifted, worrying that the cotton would not keep Donnie's seed from soaking her sweat bottoms. A bell rang, and Sharon watched in amazement as a couple came into the shop... Donnie had not bothered to lock the door while he was fucking her! She shivered wondering how she had not checked about that, and blushed, wondering how she had let him fuck her like that, knowing that Catherine could come out of the back room at any moment. "Help you?" Donnie got up, stepping back around the barrier to the cash stand. The couple were interested in getting matching tattoos, and she watched as Donnie listened to their description, then pulled several three ring binders from beneath the counter, telling them to see if there was something they liked, and that he would get them taken care of in short order. He came back, patting her knee, and smiling, "Now where were we, ma'am?" Sharon watched the couple eye her, clearly surprised that a white woman was there getting something done. Donnie just leered at her. He deftly swiped at her tongue with a cotton ball in a ring forceps, wetted with something that tasted awful. "Alcohol," he explained, "Not what you can drink, so try not to swallow," which Sharon immediately did, alarm lighting her eyes. Donnie chuckled, "I'm just teasing... that's ethanol... totally safe, but very much at all and you'll look like you've been at a frat party all evening." He did not recognize or politely ignored the way Sharon's body reacted to that. He opened the forceps, and with a shake the cotton ball dropped into the waste can beside the chair. He prepared the stud, leaving the bead beside the bar and bottom disc on an aluminum tray he pulled close. "Tongue out," he waited, then expertly caught Sharon's tongue with the forceps when she obeyed. The forceps were not comfortable, but Sharon was afraid to try to complain. He took a short needle... it looked impossibly thick as it moved out of Sharon's field of view toward her mouth. "Don't move, fixing her eyes with his own, "Wouldn't want to have to tell your daughter how you got the other piercing..." Sharon froze, horrified at the thought he might do that. And then there was a sharp sensation and pressure... and another sharp sensation. She shivered, whining at the pain. Ignoring her, Donnie tilted the forceps, reaching under her elevated tongue. There was uncomfortable pressure as he quickly spun the pointed tip off of the trocar, then reached over to the tray, starting the thread of the tongue stud's stem into the trocar. A moment later he had pulled the base of the trocar back through her tongue, bringing the stud through with it. A tear spilled from the corner of each of Sharon's eyes as his big fingers worked under her tongue, turning the bar within the piercing, getting it off of the trocar. "Sorry, Mrs. Sobel," she winced at the use of her name, "But if I go through that way there's less trauma to the taste buds... it will heal faster... but I guess it's a lot to have in your mouth at once," and then he leered at her, and Sharon wheezed a giggle, her clit twitching strongly. The trocar came free, and a moment later he had spun the bead into place, the ring forceps clicking against the top and partially flattened bottom beads as he removed them around her new jewelry. "Now, every so often check this... the bead can get loose... Don't take it out. Turn it a couple times a day... Get some GlyOxide and rinse your mouth carefully twice a day," Donnie explained, sitting back and setting the trocar down by the needle tip on the tray, "It shouldn't swell much... If it does, come back... we may have to put a longer stud in until it heals. I'll send a plain bar in case the bead comes off and you swallow it." Sharon nodded, looking at the BZ alum, wondering why she was feeling disappointed rather than relieved that he would not get to see how she was with her new sex aid. She moved her tongue around her mouth, the click as the bead hit her teeth a reminder she should be careful. "Stick your tongue out," he said, sitting back and disposing of the trocar guide and needle tip. She obeyed. He had stripped off his gloves and caught the tip of her tongue with his bare thumb and forefinger... "May be just some oozing... don't be alarmed if you taste blood... that'll stop. Just sit here, we'll get you taken care off," and reaching down, he pulled a lever. The chair tilted abruptly, leaving Sharon's feet above her head. She gasped, wondering for a moment if Donnie was going to have her blow him with the couple right there... and what she would do if he did. Instead, he got up and went back around the barrier to talk to the other customers, reminding the helpless white wife once again that she had been minutes from being discovered being fucked at the front of the store. Despite knowing she could not take such risks, a sharp pang of arousal pulsed from her clit through her body. "Sorry gang, have a celebrity here," she heard him tell the couple, and hoped he would not go on that they might have seen her on G4 getting a porn award... She convinced herself the big man was more discreet then that, despite the way he had used her minutes before. There was a noise at the back of the studio, and Catherine and Kelly came out, laughing and showing each other their new piercing. Tara followed, eyes flicking past Sharon to the couple with whom Donnie was talking. He waved her over, then suggested the girls head in and do some shopping, adding, 'Your mom got a little woozy, but she'll be ok pretty soon... Maybe get her a milkshake or an orange Julius thing in the mall.' The girls left, and Sharon was embarrassed at the knowing smile on Kelly's face, wanting to check her sweats for a tell tale spot. She assumed Donnie would move her to the back room to wait and then use her mouth as he had suggested, but he patted her shoulder, asking if she was feeling better, maintaining the little drama he had described to the girls, even though they had gone. Sharon nodded, remembering the couple was still there. He sat her up, handing her a small bag with the second tongue stud he had mentioned as well as instructions. Glancing down, she saw he had included two cards, the top including the simple statement, 'be here New Years Day to show me how you use it'. She nodded, part of her excited at the knowledge that she could count on another helping of the tattoo artist's big cock before the end of vacation, even as she was ashamed at feeling that way. She found it was slightly difficult to talk as the thanked him, thanking Tara, too, for taking care of her daughter and Kelly. She was already wondering how she would eat, guessing it would be soup for a few days, as she hurried back across the parking lot and entered the mall. Before seeking out the kids, she ducked into the first women's room she found, ignoring the less than clean surfaces as she went into the stall, using a liberal amount of toilet paper to clean up she and Donnie's mingled spend. Satisfied she was not obviously 'just fucked,' she checked her appearance in the mirror... the stud was not totally obvious when she talked, so long as she was careful, and left, fishing for her cell to find the kids. She needn't have... they were standing outside the shop, talking to Zeke. As she approached, Catherine came over and hugged her, but immediately drifted back beside Zeke, she noticed. Scott was almost jumping up and down. "Guess what," he did not bother waiting, "I got a job!" "That's great," Sharon answered, unaware that her son had not been working or that he wanted a job. "Where are you going to be working?" "Well, Zeke had a job at the Hot Topic here, too, but since he's going to be on scholarship he really only needs spending money," Scott shrugged, "So he talked to the manager and I start tomorrow." Sharon blinked, managing not to look as alarmed as she felt... If she had to go back for more piercings or to see the women at the salon... it could get complicated. She smiled, telling herself she could always tell her son she was just checking on him and had decided to do some shopping if anything happened. "It's really gonna help me more," Zeke said just then, his eyes lingering on Catherine, who Sharon watched blush in response, "This way maybe I'll get to see you ladies more often." A mother's protective instincts kicked in then, and Sharon caught Catherine's hand, almost jerking her oldest child away from the future BZ member as she managed what she hoped was a nonchalant shrug. "Well, I guess that's possible," she said, "But thank you anyway for looking out for Scott." "Oh, I'll keep you all filled in," Zeke's leer was unmistakable as Sharon looked back. Angry, she could not react, she knew... If Catherine or Scott found out what had happened in the store just an hour before... she shuddered, managing a nod, praying that she could keep the little brute sufficiently satisfied he would not feel compelled to do anything to her sweet, innocent daughter. Sharon reminded the kids they still needed some groceries, and then everyone waved goodbye to Zeke before heading back to the car, Scott repeatedly asking to see both Catherine's and Kelly's new body jewelry. Sharon was relieved he had apparently forgotten she was along... She had decided the best thing would be to 'surprise' Chris with the new device when he was up to having sex again... which if she had counted correctly, would be that night. Safely in the car, she turned to Catherine, who was still eyeing her angrily, clearly embarrassed at the way her mother had acted in the mall. "I'm sorry, Catherine," she said, "I overreacted... I'm just anxious for this to be a great holiday, and we have so many things to do." "Jeez, mom, you acted like the thought of me dating a black guy is horrible... I didn't think you were racist." Sharon rolled her eyes. "We've already had that discussion," she began, almost reminding her oldest a black man had just pierced her tongue. Instead she said, "I'd have reacted that way if it was the neighbor boy suggesting he wants to go out with you." "Mom," Catherine turned it into two syllables, "I'm not a little girl." Sharon shrugged. "You'll always be my little girl." "Fine... but it's not like I'm a virgin anymore..." Scott choked a laugh at that, and Sharon shook her head. "That's enough of that talk. I can't believe you would talk like that..." Kelly was laughing with Scott. Catherine fold her arms over her chest, obviously still angry at what had happened. "And it's not like he'd asked me out." That made Kelly snort. "Oh, if he hasn't I think he's going to," she started, then saw the look on Sharon's face and hesitated. "Not that you want to do anything that might get serious until you're in college." "Have you gotten serious with anyone?" Catherine asked. "Nope," Kelly laughed, "I've had my share of fun, mind you, but nothing serious." Sharon silently pleaded for her friend to stop, but Scott was suddenly intrigued. "Really?" he started, "Interested in showing an almost senior some of the fun things you've done?" Sharon swatted her youngest, even as she found herself laughing with Kelly. "Ew, gross," Catherine complained. "See?" Sharon changed lanes, starting up onto the highway, "You see your brother as too young to be thinking about that... it's not so different for you and I." Anxious to avoid other trouble, she added, "And do you like the new piercing?" Catherine nodded, reluctantly thanking her mother. Merging into traffic, Sharon wondered what other surprises lay in store for the holiday... NEXT 15C: Gift Wrap (Christmas Eve) Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C Original story: Scipio Chapter 15 C: Gift Wrap Sharon padded naked through her bedroom, iPhone in hand, reviewing her progress on the list she had made of the things to do. She paused, clicking the ball of her tongue stud against the inside of her upper front teeth as she looked at the stack of packages in her closet. Redirecting her gaze to the fit middle aged woman staring back at her from the mirror, she examined the highlighted blonde hair, still short on the sides, though not the extreme cut she had been given her second trip 'home' after school had started. Her eyebrows were darker than they had been, as was the thin 'vee' of pubic hair pointed at her clit. Without thinking about it, she reached down, running her finger over her prominent clit, the pressure generating a subtle but enjoyable pleasure that threatened to grow into a demanding distraction. She lifted her hands, examining the 1" long nails that had been reapplied at least three times since they had first been glued onto her fingernails that same trip back... These were a deep burgundy, still red, which the BZ liked, but not the garish fire engine shade with which she had started. She eyed her legs, which she had shaved the night before, and wondered if the women at the mall could take care of them as easily as they had her mons and arm pits. The jewelry was no longer a shock, even the ring with the BZ bead hanging from her left nipple. She liked the high piercing, and admitted that the navel ring-- new after the BZ Christmas party-- showed off how flat her tummy was. She doubted even Catherine was as close to a six pack, and turned, enjoying the definition of her musculature more than she would have admitted to anyone. She stuck her tongue out, surprised that it no longer hurt where the newest bar had been placed. Dinner Monday night had been a trial, but mostly because she had spent it trying to hide the new piercing, and pizza had not been the best choice for a meal; both she and Kelly had begged off, claiming to have had pizza too much studying for finals, and carefully working through breadsticks, instead. Sharon had difficulty remembering the last time she had eaten so many carbs... it had to have been her last trip home. She had been relieved to learn Chris had his final urology appointment the next day, which had given her a reprieve from using the new jewelry, although he had noticed it that night at bedtime, and after initial shock, had, to Sharon's amazement, been delighted at her willingness to 'try new things,' insisting that was how they would stay young, and keep their love life 'fresh.' She had giggled, admitting when Kelly had suggested she get it as a gift for him she had been puzzled, but adding that the way he had reacted during her last visit home, she had thought that he might like it. Chris had interrupted any further explanation, assuring her he was confident the doctor would clear him, so they could go ahead, but she had successfully demurred, assuring him they had until after the New Year before she would be headed back to school, and honestly claiming fatigue, since she had barely slept the weekend leading to break. The girls and Scott had done more shopping the next day, the pleasant banter and casual spending interrupted only by the demand of her buzzing clit, which had pushed Sharon into two separate women's bathrooms where she could masturbate, wondering as she had done so if she was so totally adapted to having sex that she could somehow need it. That night, she had climbed onto the bed, hands outside of Chris' thighs as he had watched her in adoring anticipation, his cock waving in the dimly lit bedroom at full erection. She had licked over his length, quickly getting used to the different pressure of the ball moving over his shaft, and delighted at how good a job such a little bauble could do at building a man to climax. She had barely begun to slurp at her husband in earnest, driving her mouth down fully, remembering to fake a gag, when he gasped that he was there, she had moaned, sucking more firmly as he had begun to cum. When he had been spent, she had sat back, wiping her mouth, looking at him and biting his lip. Part of her wished he had one of the little blue pills he had tried over Thanksgiving break, even though she remembered what had happened to him because of it... And to her. The brush of memory of being taken by the hospital employees had made her clit twitch hard enough she had nearly moaned again. Chris was panting, smiling broadly and shaking his head as he stared down at her. "Like I said," she had frowned a bit, "Salty... but not too salty. I hope it doesn't get in my tongue though..." her shudder had not been feigned, but Donnie had not warned her not to do anything... The way she remembered it, he would have happily had her fellate him immediately after if it had not been for the other customers. And Chris had been asleep by the, or moments later. Her list still had 'visit TP' unchecked, but she was determined not to go back until later in the break... a gift for herself, she could admit with a pang of excitement. Considering her planned present to herself, Sharon reviewed the rest of her Christmas shopping; she had what she had planned to get for the kids, Chris, and Kelly, as well as Flora. Each of them, as well as her girlfriends, were getting sweatshirts or windbreakers or yoga pants with the school's mascot, and she had picked up DVD's and CD's and some other fun things for her family without their finding out, even though they had all been using the Range Rover. No one had violated the others' shopping bags, although Scott and Kelly had both threatened to peek in jest. Frowning, Sharon wondered what her friends would say when they saw her new addition. She had been invited to coffee Tuesday morning, but had begged, off, agreeing they would get together during the next week, after Christmas. She had talked to Madolen, who had told her 'everyone was looking forward to next week,' which she had not understood, assuming that her friend had meant merely their various holiday plans. She had not pressed, confident they would fill her in the coming Tuesday. The list also had 'salve' unchecked; Sharon had been embarrassed at the thought of calling Mr. Norris, considering how they had met, but she had misplaced the baggie with the ointment he had given her. She thought it was still in her robe at Snake Eyes, and the way her clit was sparking during the day, she had reluctantly decided she might have to contact the big BZ alumnus to ask for more. The seemingly constant low grade arousal she felt had not been lessened by the sexting she had received starting Tuesday night, lying in bed, still not fully satisfied after cleaning up. Chris had been snoring beside her when the phone sparked up, 'Oh, yeah,' in a decidedly suggestive way, startling her. Grabbing at the phone in case it was a call and the inappropriate tone repeated, she had found the text icon had a small red '1' above it. Selecting that, she had gasped aloud, finding a picture showing her riding one of the 'Santas' at the party the weekend before. Even as she panicked, deleting the image, her body had nearly begun to shake with her arousal, the sharp 'Twang' she was now used to sparking from clit to nipples. Fighting to ignore her rising need, Sharon had set about silencing the phone, when it had almost moaned, 'Beautiful.' Belatedly she had realized the first image had been sent from Dave's cell phone. Assuring her self Chris was still sound asleep, Sharon had found the message Shaun had sent. She did not wonder at the way the young men changed her ring tones as she realized he had sent a video clip. After silencing the ringer and volume, she had hesitantly pressed play, and had watched the little screen show her standing naked in the bathroom doorway of her apartment, encouraging Shaun to join her. The screen blinked, a different angle, showing the big frat member pounding into her doggie style on the bed. Sharon watched herself, mesmerized. She had her hands spread and thrust forward, bracing against Shaun's steady thrusts, her body still rocking, but as she pressed her free hand over her wanting sex, the entrapped housewife remembered... she had been pushing back, hungry to feel her big black lover's cock, deep inside. On her smart phone's screen, the video Sharon threw her head back, silently voicing her climax, her body shaking, even as she redoubled the eager way she was hunching back at him. The screen blinked again, showing Shaun looming over her, her ankles crossed behind his waist, kicking ineffectively, but spurring him on as he said something that made video Sharon nod. He went still a moment later, thrust against her fully, and Sharon had begun to masturbate feverishly as she remembered the way he had filled her up, less than an hour before bringing her to the party. Sharon had managed a satisfactory climax of her own, frigging her clit beside her sleeping husband while watching the clip again. And the married white mother had felt no guilt when she was relieved of the need to cum. She had carefully renamed the file, tucking it into a section of her iPhone that was sequestered from anyone just looking through her phone. She had no idea even at home, in her own bed, her every gyration and moan was being digitally captured, building the library the BZ were profiting by. Chris would have been horrified to learn he had unknowingly signed a release, on a ruse by a 'carpet cleaning company' that had offered to do every room in their mansion for the price of 4 rooms. Of course, the images of Sharon's husband were painstakingly blurred-- the last thing anyone wanted was to kill the goose laying them and providing golden eggs, as Dave liked to say. Sharon blushed, realizing the memory of the night after getting her tongue pierced had her playing with herself, standing in her closet. Her eyes fell to the glossy red nails moving expertly over her clit in the mirror's reflection. She did not stop, flexing her knees and shivering as she slid her index finger up into her blooming sex. She applied pressure, pinching her clit with her thumb, the nail edge just barely digging into the sensitive flesh, while her curled knuckle pressed from the inside. In seconds she was spasming in a brief but pleasant orgasm. She licked her fingers clean, still watching herself in the mirror, and wondered how she had ever gone with just the weekly screwing from Chris as her pleasure. Had she really thought masturbation was bad? It was a ridiculous memory. Trying to decide what to wear, she had paused, remembering Chris Wednesday night... He had seemed as eager as a high school boy viewing his first bare breast when he had gotten home from work. He had brought several movies for the kids, along with a bag of various candy bars, cans of soda, and the local shop's pizza, insisting that they could 'fend for themselves.' He had taken Sharon to the Plaza where they had enjoyed a dinner for two in a secluded booth at the Melting Pot. Sharon had eaten voraciously, reminded again how little she had been eating. As the main course had been winding down, she had happily accepted the last glass from the bottle of sweet Moscato wine, and then had teased her husband, asking what the occasion was. He had stammered, again reminding Sharon of the nervous boy, before he had shrugged and admitted that the urologist had given him a 'clean bill of health.' Without thinking, Sharon had leaned close, her hand dropping to his thigh, nails tickling expertly as she had asked in a breathy voice if he had missed her. The erection jutting against his trousers had been obvious, and she had giggled, asking if he wanted to skip dessert. He had managed to laugh, pointing out he could not very well walk out like that. Later she would insist she had to have been drunk. Glancing at the curtain, though, she had offered her husband a devilish smile, then ducked under the small table. He had tried for a moment to stop her, but only weakly, a show which had made Sharon giggle as she had deftly opened his pants, freeing his fully erect cock. Bobbing her head down onto his full length, she had swirled her tongue, pleased that he was the first to enjoy her new bauble. And he had obviously enjoyed it, moaning almost too loudly, his hands clutching the edges of his seat, hips trembling as she had paused every three or four strokes to run the piercing over the underside of his penis. Getting used to the new sensation, herself, she had added suction, and Chris had cum with a grunt less than three minutes after she had ducked under the table. Sharon had begun to finger herself, as well, and was coaxing the last of his load out while struggling to get herself off when the waitress had put her head through the curtain. "I was just... Oh, is your wife in the bathroom?" Sharon could only imagine Chris had managed a nod, since he had not answered. The young girl had continued, obviously unaware, "Are you ready for the chocolate fondue?" Sharon had almost giggled at the obvious nodding her husband was using rather than trying to speak. She had been tempted to nip at his softening cock, but knew she could not be so brazen... she was horrified that she had actually dared to blow him in the restaurant, despite the semi-private nature of their room. She had managed to use the flush of her arousal as a feigned blush, slipping back into her seat when the girl was gone. Chris had zipped up, eyeing her in surprise, but by his smile she had been sure he wasn't angry. "That was close," she had managed, "I can't believe I just did that." "Me either," Chris had managed. "Are you complaining?" the pout Sharon used came naturally, and worked perfectly. "Uhm, no... something Kelly suggested you do?" Chris had answered, and Sharon had enjoyed their teasing banter; she had forgotten how much fun her husband could be. Dessert had been delightful, Chris asking if she was trying to get her to bring her there every time she was back from school, and Sharon asking in response if he wanted to take the chocolate home to drizzle over her body. At home Wednesday night, Chris had herded her up to bed without checking on the kids. In their bedroom, she had been surprised and delighted to find he was hard again. She had eagerly stripped down, dropping to her knees to yank his trousers to the floor and immediately devouring his shaft. She had been pouting honestly when he had pushed her away after barely a minute, warning if she did not take it easy he would be done before they were started. They had tumbled to the bed, and then he had been over her, inside of her, moving in the familiar rhythm she had come to take for granted during their marriage. Her clit has sparked and she had cried out in climax, wrapping arms and legs around her husband, bucking up to meet him, the once demure, naïve wife long forgotten. He had joined her in his release, and they had thrashed together through it, then lay panting, tangled, his cock still seated within her until both had calmed. "Mmm, thank you, baby," he had said with a smile in his voice, before drifting off to sleep. Sharon had gotten up, married habit leading her to clean up before the sheets became a mess. Balanced on the toilet, she had laughed, recognizing how different it was at school where she usually simply fell asleep in mingled fluids. Maybe because she was balancing her roles as wife and slut without real effort it did not bother her that she was comparing what she did with the frat members with Chris... maybe it was that she had still climaxed, proving to herself she had not been 'ruined.' Maybe it had been just the wine she had enjoyed, loosening her already tentative inhibitions. Thursday had been anticlimactic. She and the kids had slept in, while Chris went to work. Flora had fixed them sandwiches, had thanked Sharon and the kids for the gifts they had prepared, and had headed off to be with her family for Christmas. The fixings for the Christmas Eve mean and dinner Christmas day were in the big fridge with her usual meticulous but brief instructions. The long tenderloins had seemed disturbingly to Sharon like big severed cocks to Sharon when she had eyed them that afternoon. Catherine had insisted on taking Kelly to visit her friends, and Scott had asked if he could have his friends over, to which Sharon had agreed without thought. After making some calls, he had shrugged, telling her they had asked for a 'rain check' and adding that he was going to go to the gym. Aware that she had not been dancing or exercising since the weekend, Sharon had gone along. The local 24 hour gym had expanded since she had last been, before school had started. And maybe because school was out, it was busier than she remembered. She was wearing only a v neck short sleeved shirt and jogging shorts with an exercise bra and Victoria's Secret cotton thong underneath... nothing overly sexual, but Sharon had been flattered, since every guy eyed her as she jogged on the treadmill for thirty minutes before working through the circuit on the machines. Noting a couple of the more muscular men grunting through their bench press and squat sets, she had found herself daydreaming about how it would feel to have them working so hard at fucking her. She was not half way through the machines before her crotch was soaked, and not from exertion, although none were the wiser in the humid gym-- several women had similar sweat stains, she noted to her relief. Even so, Sharon paused, masturbating in the women's sauna and changing to a fresh thong and jogging shorts before she repeated the circuit. Her needs relieved temporarily, she had been impressed that the sheet listing what she had been lifting before leaving for school was no long enough; she was adding two and on some machines three bricks, and lifting them with comparative ease. Finished with two cycles, she left the weight room in search of Scott. Her son was playing pick up basketball on the half court below, and the white wife's momentarily quiet libido had immediately sparked, watching the lean muscular young black men playing with her son. TWANG her clit had pulsed so hard she nearly collapsed against the window, a hand going unconsciously between her legs. Sharon's focus had been so divided she barely remembered to wave when Scott saw her, adding a feeble gesture to her son that she hoped he understood meant she was hitting the shower. The feeble water from the fixed showerheads was not enough to use to get off, so Sharon chose to climb into the women's only hot tub. With the bubbles masking her movements, she fingered herself to an orgasm, and a seconds when the need persisted, despite other women coming and going, and a couple even slipping into the tub with her for a time. It was nearly 30 minutes before she came out, her need still acute, to find Scott waiting less than patiently That need had not lessened during the rest of the day. She found herself day dreaming about the dark skinned clerk at the gas station where they stopped on the way home. And at dinner, the mocha skinned waiter's smooth baritone seemed to trigger her clit's spasm whenever he stopped to check on them. Worse, Chris had made no effort at initiating sex, and Sharon had found herself scared to do so, not wanting to be so changed that her husband might suspect she was more than timidly experimenting with him. Another shower with the handheld showerhead seemed to barely touch her need, and Sharon had eventually fallen asleep only after masturbating again beside her husband, first with the video clip she had gotten earlier in the week, and again after she had unexpectedly received a second clip of her riding 'Santa' to his obvious climax. Skin glistening with sweat, she had dreamed of being taken endlessly by BZ members, until the morning, when in a semi-lucid time the dreams shifted, and she was the one dominating big cocked studs, the dream Sharon dressed like Cleopatra, casually enjoying the endless supply of servants and ardent suitors. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C 'Beautiful!' she had sat up, scrabbling blindly for the phone which was lost in the sheet and blanket. Chris had poked his head out of the bathroom. "That's your ring tone?" he asked and laughed. Sharon had shrugged noncommittally. "I thought I heard it the other night... That's from that movie..." Sharon nodded, "Ferris Buehler. "Kelly or one of the other sisters said 'it was me.' I hope she didn't mean because I was old." She clutched the sheet to her chest, aware that her nipples were so hard they were tingling. The rush of the dream she had been having was still circulating through her aroused body, and she wondered what she would say if her husband noticed and asked her about it. Chris laughed, and crossed the room, giving her a lingering kiss. "You're not old..." he gave her an endearing crooked smile, "Old people don't do what you did the other night." Sharon giggled and blushed. "I'll let you prove you're not old again tonight once the kids are in bed and we have the gifts arranged... We have all of the gifts, right?" he frowned, as if worried they had forgotten something. Sharon pouted, "Well, I even have some extra gifts for Kelly and the kids, but you're impossible to shop for." Her husband laughed, "I thought you'd already taken care of my gift." Sharon was puzzled until he stuck his tongue out. She blushed again. "So you like it, then?" Sharon bit her lip, pleased that he did, so she would not have to answer awkward questions. "You," he bent and kissed her again, "And it are amazing. I can't wait to enjoy both of you tonight. But work calls..." and he was off, leaving Sharon to get up or go back to sleep. Probably because she was already excited from the dream falling back asleep had been impossible, so Sharon had gotten up, put a robe on, and had made a pot of coffee before she had begun to wrap the presents. As was her habit, she had used an old Architect's drafting board Chris had used in college, wrapping the gifts with different paper for each of the people in her family, plus one 'Santa' package for each person, all with the same paper. Along the way, the room had gotten stuffy, so she had tossed the robe onto the bed, laughing that she was more comfortable naked then in clothes. Standing before the mirror, Sharon's recollections of Winter Break ended. For a moment the woman in the mirror seemed impossibly sexy, on the edge of a glorious climax. Giving a small gasp Sharon yanked her hand away from her hungry sex and dashed out of the closet to the bed, pawing through the covers. She had forgotten the phone. She shuddered, wondering what Chris would have seen if it had been exposed when he had kissed her good bye. It was just a text message that read 'You and Kelly are needed at 5. She'll explain where.' Sharon read the message, wondering just what it was Dave needed, and wishing it could wait until after Christmas. Christmas eve was supposed to be about family; they always did dinner and went to church together. She glanced at the clock, surprised 3 hours had passed as she had sipped coffee, wrapped gifts... She smiled, and of course as she had played with herself. She could not deny that she hoped whatever it was the BZ needed them for she might have some time to really get off on a cock. Not considering how differently she had come to think about her having sex, Sharon threw on a thong, shorts, and the school sweat pants before she stopped herself, selecting nice slacks and a matching blouse, instead. The slacks were shockingly loose, as was the lace bra she took from the top drawer of her dresser, and Sharon reluctantly chose to wear a cotton Victoria Secret tank with a shelf bra under the print blouse, instead. She put her hair up, as she had taken to doing whenever she was home, and went down to see if the others were up. They were, but they were also leaving. Catherine explained she still had some shopping to do, waving the keys to her VW bug. Sharon asked where Kelly was, :"Dunno" Scott said around a mouthful of the cinnamon rolls someone had made from a tube, "She just said she'd be back and ran out to get into a car that pulled up... I nice lowered tinted G35," he added, which meant exactly nothing to Sharon. "Do you know when dad's going to be home?" Scott added, "I wanted him to meet the guys." "The guys? We have church tonight, Christopher Scott," Sharon answered sharply, catching her daughter with a pointed finger, "You, too, young lady. Home before 5 so we can eat and get to church." "Aw, mom," both kids complained, "We always do church." "Yeah, I've been invited to the movies." "The guys are doing dinner and a movie, too," Scott echoed his sister. Sharon sighed, the anticipation she had felt for the family night crumbling, but she did not want to make a scene. And she could not just ignore the text message. She picked up the phone after hugging her kids and telling them to be safe and to touch base frequently. Chris' secretary took her sweet time, and Sharon was wondering if maybe she needed to cut down on the caffeine she was feeling so testy by the time her husband picked up. Her mood was not helped when Chris told her he was not going to be home early, adding that he might not be home until after the dinner they had planned for 7 that night. "It's Christmas Eve, Chris," she meant it as a whine, but realized it sounded more like she was angry. Chris apologized, insisting that he would be home to put the presents out-- she wrapped, he put them out by tradition-- and elaborating about a deadline they could not miss. "I don't really care, Chris," Sharon snapped, "This is our family's holiday, and now maybe no one will be home." Part of her hoped he would decide that was reason enough to ignore the deadline and come home, a thought that started her arousal once again. "Babe, it's not... I'd love to be home alone with you right now," Chris insisted, "But I'm off all of next week, remember? We have to get this in or the whole thing could be ruined. I promise I'll just pencil in the draft and let Gideon finish it up. You could still go to church... hang out with your girlfriends, right?" "I guess," Sharon considered what he was saying, "I can just putter around the house, though... I don't want to impose on their holidays." "Trust me," Chris insisted, "Every time I see one of them they ask about you. They WANT to see you so it's fine," he paused, "Hell, if Heather or Linda hear about your new jewelry maybe their husband's will have to come thank me by New Years!" Sharon gasped. "I'm not telling them about that!" she almost shouted, "You're horrible!" And they both laughed, Chris at having gotten a rise out of her, and Sharon at the thought of either of her friends... any of her friends getting a tongue piercing. "OK," Chris was still playing the peacekeeper, "I guess I shouldn't have said anything to Daniel." "You didn't!" Sharon was aghast, some last vestige of the proper wife horrified that their friends would think of her practicing oral sex on her husband. "I didn't," Chris agreed, "We'll just keep that our little secret... but what will you tell people when they notice and ask?" Sharon answered without thinking, as if she was working the floor at Snake Eyes. "I'll tell them you like the way it feels when I suck you off." She nearly choked, too late, having remember to whom she was talking. "Well, I guess that's true enough," Chris said after a heartbeat, "Damn, but aren't you just full or surprises." Sharon giggled. "I might wish I'd say that," she admitted, "But I think I'll die if someone asks. "Hell, just tell them it's a sorority rite and they'll stop asking," Chris said, obviously forgetting the difference between 'little sisters' and sorority sisters. That confusion was a relief to Sharon. "Ha, OK, that's what I'll do. I'm sorry you won't be home until late, too, baby," Sharon meant it, even if the tone was the practiced purr she used to coax John's into the champagne room at Go's. "I can't wait for you to get home." "After all this talk, I can't wait to get home," he assured her, before his secretary interrupted that Chris had a client waiting. Smiling at his saying that he loved her, Sharon hung up. She sat down at the computer in the den and made sure everything that she had ordered had arrived. She sent out an email Christmas card, including an apology that it was so short, but reminding their friends she was away at school, keeping busy with her studies. She heard the door beep several times in short succession, and frowned at the kids going in and out like that before she remembered Catherine was getting gifts. She wondered for a moment what he oldest had decided to buy for her mother, especially since she had apparently passed some 'cool' test by letting her get the piercing. When neither of the kids came calling, she assumed they were in their rooms wrapping presents, and continued at the computer. She answered emails, surfed Pinterest pinning up various shoes and outfits she thought were sexy. She got on Facebook, something she rarely did as busy as she was at school, and perused her friends' pages and posts for a bit, before wandering back to the kitchen for a drink, musing that she could not post much of what she was doing at school on her page. While she had purchased the little 'pop' servings of champagne that were her staple at school, Sharon chose a glass of orange juice which she carried back to the den, having remembered a few little things she decided she would go ahead and order, to save for New Years or some other time when a little gift for Chris or the kids might be needed. She paged through the browser's History, seeing that her husband was still frequently several porn sites, though it did not look like he was paying for anything. Sharon selected a couple of the sites, based on their names, worried that she might be plastered front and center in a way Chris could not fail to miss. While she recognized a couple of the Sisters in some images on one site, she saw none of herself or Kelly and smiled, pleased that Dave and Shaun were keeping their word. Of course, the images of various women being thoroughly plundered by various cocks had her more than a little aroused again. At the demanding twang of her clit, Sharon leaned back in the chair and opened her slacks, fingering herself to another climax. The pants were tight and made the job more difficult, but the liked the ease of access to her nipples, thanks to the shelf bra under shirt. Aware that the kids might come down the hall at any moment, she buttoned up, shut the browser-- after deleting the sites she had visited that day-- and took her empty glass back into the kitchen. It still was not three PM, she saw, from the clock on the range. She decided to grab the towels, in part, subconsciously, she knew to see what her kids were up to, but reasoning that everyone could stand to switch to new towels to get clean for Christmas. But both kid's rooms were empty. She grabbed the towels, Scott's off of the floor, Catherine's and Kelly's off of her daughter's bed, and detoured upstairs to the master bath for she and Chris' towels before passing through the kitchen to the laundry. On the way down the stairs, she thought she heard the television on in the big family room, so she went in after starting the laundry, but it was empty. Puzzled, she decided they might be in the basement rec room, and went down the stairs, hearing as she did the sound of the television, playing some sporting event. "You didn't say you were home," she started as she turned at the bottom of the stairs, the big flat panel television casting the only light in the dark room, "I'm surprised you didn't say you wanted something to eat." "Oh, we're hungry all right," a voice answered, the shadowed figure sitting up from where he had been lounging in the nearest recliner. Sharon's heart skipped a beat, because she recognized the voice before she saw who was in the seat. "Zeke!" Sharon breathed in shock. The big black football star smiled. "See, guys, I told you she'd know who it was." Sharon blinked, realizing that there were three other shadows-- three other young men-- in the basement. "I didn't know Chris had... you over..." she meant to say friends, but could not make the word come out. She wanted to run back upstairs, but could not move. "Oh, he's not back yet," Zeke waved a hand noncommittally, "But we're buds... I've been over before-- did you know that? He said we should make ourselves at home." Sharon managed a nod. "Oh, well, that's fine. I can... would you like something to eat?" Zeke's teeth glittered in the blue light of the television. "Definitely, little MILF," the others laughed. "But if you wanted to get us something to drink before we begin to eat, that would be cool." There were nods, Sharon could see. She was having a hard time focusing, because her clit has started to pulse at the realization there were virile young black men in front of her; her body was almost screaming to be taken. She wondered if Zeke's 'friends' had already been inside of her, the day of the football game a few weeks before. The memory triggered another 'TWANG' so powerful she was sure the others had to have seen her twitch. "What you want, dawg?" He turned to the others, "Her old man don't have Bud, but he has some good high end beer..." "We have orange juice, and root beer, and Diet Coke," Sharon started, "Milk, and water... I think there's lemonade..." "Three beers and a diet coke," Zeke said, as if it was the most natural request. Sharon bobbed her head once and turned, wishing she was up the stairs already. "But c'mere first, girl," he said. Biting back fear and arousal, Sharon moved into the dark room, approaching the recliner from the side. Zeke looked her up and down, shaking his head. "You look like you're ready to go to church or something." Sharon blushed, at the memory of what she had been doing a few minutes earlier in the same clothes. She managed to nod. "Well, Zeke," she said, "It's Christmas eve. We always go to church on Christmas eve. Don't you?" One of the others snorted. "We figure we're gonna be Playing on Sundays, little MILF," Zeke answered as if that was an adequate explanation. "That's a nice get up, but it just won't do, will it, gang?" Sharon saw heads shaking. She covered her chest, feeling very naked despite the blouse and under layer, "Please..." there was real anxiety in her voice, bordering on desperation, "This is my home..." There were broad smiles all across the room. Zeke's head bobbed steadily, as if to an internal soundtrack, "Yeah, that makes it that much better, right?" The dark skinned young man to Zeke's right, his eyes feasting unendingly on Sharon's body, bobbed his head aggressively, "Damn straight." She shivered, almost certain she could feel his gaze. She knew that her crotch was soaking wet... Soon her pants would be showing her arousal. Zeke smiled, "But we're not minding our manners," he nodded at the young man in the love seat to his left. Sharon took a hesitant step toward him, thinking she was meant to sit beside Zeke's friend. "This is Franklin... We call him Train." "Train?" Sharon frowned. The young man was broad and muscular, but no more so than the others. "Yeah," the fourth kid sneered, "His last name's Atchison, like that old train company." Sharon nodded as if that made sense. "You really think you should be drinking beer on the afternoon of Christmas eve?" she asked. "Shit, bitch," the fourth laughed harshly, "We can always get beer here, right, Z? Chris give it to us and without a hassle... sort of like he give up his bitch." Sharon blanched, an image of Chris calmly letting these boys take her into their bedroom for 'some fun' simultaneously terrifying and spurring her excitement. There was something about his voice, but she could not place it. "Hey!" Zeke barked, "Chill, Allison, this is down low, Shaun made that clear. We fuck that up, we won't play anywhere." Sharon remembered an Allison the day Zeke and his quarterback had taken her during the Thanksgiving break game. "John's just teasing you, Sharon," he patted her ass as if to relax her, "He won't say anything." Sharon nodded. "But I'm gonna get some of that," Allison insisted, shifting where he was sitting, "Watching had me so hard I couldn't run most of the third quarter, and you bastards wouldn't let me take a turn." "That why you didn't have a catch the second half?" Zeke laughed, "Love told you: you have to be BZ." "Well I guess that's taken care of, isn't it?" the angrier young man growled, then smiled cruelly at the other young man, who was taller and much less muscular, "So does that mean you just get to watch, Marlin." "Damn, Allison," Train, shook his head, "Would you drop the thug routine? You're gonna get to fuck her already, right Z?" Sharon balled her fists, suddenly irrationally hating the way they were talking about her like she was not even there. Zeke just offered another of his languid, repetitive head bobs. "Oh yeah," he assured the others, "And she is FINE." He leaned over to pat Marlin's shoulder, "And in addition to being nice to the girls that'll bust your nut for you, remember that Marlin's not just the best three point shot in school; he's the guy who's gonna help make sure you don't flunk out before graduation." Sharon tried to hide her smile at the way the others had put John in his place. She also realized that Marlin was still watching her intently, with a quiet intensity rather than the bravado and ego of the others. It was intriguing, and she found herself wondering if the young man was a virgin. "We're pretty thirsty, Sharon," Allison growled, and despite her visible start, Sharon lifted her chin rather than hurry to obey. "We use manners in this home," she said stiffly, "Trevor," pointedly ignoring him, she turned to Zeke, choosing his given name over his middle name or nickname, whatever it was, "Are you going to be driving if I agree to bring you some beers?" "Well, Mrs. Sobel," Zeke played along, which served to increase Sharon's anger at the situation, "I believe we'll find a way to stay busy long enough that we'd be safe." She nodded and turned toward the stairs, ignoring Allison's snort of contempt. "Uh, what about..." Marlin was talking to Zeke, she realized and did not slow or stop. "Oh yeah," Zeke held his hand out and Marlin handed over a white paper sack, "I almost forgot. See, John, that's why we listen to Marlin; he's smart that way." "Wise," Train agreed with a somber nod. "Mrs. Sobel," Zeke stayed in character, making Sharon want to scream, "We brought you a little something." He handed her the sack, "We hop you'll like it." "I know we will," Allison said with a leer. Sharon pulled a clear plastic package with a paper insert out of the sack. It was an 'adult' costume from Pins Parkway. She remembered a few of the costumes Dave had had her purchase. Their costumes could not hold up to the demands of stripping, but had served well at several BZ parties, not to mention entertaining the occasional chip holder with a special fetish or perversion. Turning the package over, she saw that it was their take on 'Santa's Elf.' Glancing in the bag, she saw that the accessories-- the booties and hat-- were included. She tried not to stare at the picture of the woman on the package, a busty brunette spilling out of the spandex crop top, camel toe barely hidden by the printed 'tie' on the front of the high waisted skin tight hot pants. "Uhm, thank you," she said, taking a step back, hoping to reach the stairs, even though she knew it was not going to happen. "Whoa, Sharon," Zeke was smiling... Damn them, they were all smiling, even Marlin, albeit shyly. "We want to see how it looks on you." Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C "Somebody might come home," Sharon argued, barely managing to keep from unbuttoning her blouse even as she spoke. The heat between her thighs threatened to overwhelm reason. "Can't I show it to you later?" "See guys," Zeke laughed, "She's so hot she wants us to sleep over." He looked back at her, "Sorry, Mrs. Sobel, but we can't risk your family finding out how... helpful you are to the frat." Sharon wanted to sigh in relief, even as she knew he was lying... well, not lying, but he did not care as much as he wanted her to believe. "If that was true you would not be here asking me to wear that," she said flatly. "Zeke stood so quickly Sharon gasped. "Mrs. Sobel," he said, clicking his tongue to mimic the sound of disappointment she expected older teachers still used, "I'm sure you're not arguing." Sharon managed to shake her head, hating the way her clit was buzzing as he stepped close. And loving it. "In fact," he deftly cupped her crotch, and Sharon could not stifle her groan of arousal, "That's what I though," his leer was close to Allison's, "You're so hot you're about to set those pants on fire, right?" Sharon blushed, but nodded. "It's okay, Mrs. Sobel," Zeke stroked her hair, her cheek, making her tremble, "You don't have to pretend with us. Just try this on, then get us our beers and we'll let you get off." Blinking, moving as if entranced, Sharon stepped away from Zeke and away from the stairs, taking a position between the young men. They watched silently as she unbuttoned her blouse in quick economical movements, shrugging the open blouse and shelf T off as one. Train whistled. "Damn," Allison smiled, "no bra that whole time... you are a hottie, aren't you!" Sharon bit her lip but nodded as she released the button of her slacks, pushing them with her thong to the floor. She was more than a little hopeful they would forget the costume and simply take her. There was a tearing noise and she looked over to see Zeke opening the Velcro closure. He pulled the bright green costume out, tossing it casually to Sharon. "Hurry, Mrs. Sobel," he said, "We don't know when Scott will get back." Sharon wrinkled her nose at the artificial smell of the fabric; she wished there was time to wash it first. The boys watched in rapt fascination as she struggled into the long sleeved crop top, the bottom edge of which left the bottoms of her breasts bare. Without checking, she knew the outline of her nipple piercing was obvious, but as hard as her nipples were, both were visibly tenting the tight material. Maintaining her balance standing while slipping into the impossibly tight bottoms was an almost easy task after the weeks she had spent doing the opposite on stage. They were obscenely short, stopping above the edge of her ass, and clung to her skin, except that she realized they had an open crotch, as the cooler air of the basement reached her enflamed sex without resistance. Zeke handed her the booties... 4" bright green plastic heels with a curled front toe ending in a white puff ball attached to a spandex stocking that stopped above her knees. The hat was spandex, too, but was loose, with a matching larger cotton puff at the end. Turning with practiced ease on heels lower than what she often danced in, Sharon showed the outfit off for the boys, shimmying to make sure that it was covering... well, that it was covering what it could cover. There was a thrill of undeniable power that coursed through her at the way they were staring at her. Ignoring the small voice screaming for her to lift a leg and spread her sex, Sharon sniffed lifted her chin, and sauntered to the stairs, pausing to look at the staring young men, daring them to tell her to stop. "Better hurry," Allison said, pointedly grabbing his crotch, "I see I need to get my package early this year." Sharon worked her hips climbing the stairs, at least until she was out of the boys' sight. Then she nearly ran the rest, bursting from the door and into the kitchen. Shaking with fear that Scott or Catherine would have arrived while she was downstairs, Sharon rushed into the kitchen, not caring that the blinds were open. She threw the refrigerator open, scooping several cans of beer and soda into an empty grocery bag that had not been completely tucked into the crease between the fridge and the counter, then rushed back downstairs, telling herself they would never really do anything when Scott might be home anytime. She was wrong, of course. "Thanks, slut," John smirked, grabbing the bag and tossing cans to the others. "Here you go, egghead," he tossed a diet soda at rather than to Marlin, but Sharon noticed the young man caught it. And he wisely did not open it. "Not thirsty?" the more athletic aggressive young man taunted. "Sorry, Allison," Marlin shrugged, "But I'll wait so it doesn't foam and make a mess on the carpet." "Well, that's thoughtful," Franklin said, standing up, "But I suspect there's gonna be at least a little bit of a mess when we're through." He caught Sharon by the waist, yanking her close, and forcing his lips down onto hers. Sharon nipped at his lip and when he jerked back she laughed harshly. "Little boy," she snorted again, "So confident you're the big strong man..." He licked his lip; she had not broken the skin. "Oh, you don't like it rough?" she taunted him, confident they would not mark her up in their own home, even as a small voice was screaming at her that she was crazy to behave like that. "Bitch!" Train spun her around with a backhand that made Sharon gasp. "Hey!," Trevor shouted, lunging out of his seat, "Careful, man, can't be doing that." "She bit me!" Franklin argued. "Little boy can't take a love bite?" Sharon managed, from where she was sprawled over the ottoman, "You aren't so tough after all." It was unfair, she could admit-- Allison was the one who had been so angry and confrontational. She got a wicked thrill taunting him, though. Growling in anger, Train yanked his shorts down and threw himself at Sharon... against Sharon. "Ahhh!" she cried out as he drove his erection into her, "Yes!" Sharon arched her back, tilting her bottom up, welcoming the driving cock, "Fuck me!" Train slapped her ass, then caught her waist, hips pumping as he drove into her full force. "You like that, bitch?" he panted, "Does. This. Feel. Like. A. Boy." Sharon had braced her hands against the forward edges of the ottoman and pushed back, welcoming each thrust. "Is that... all you've got?" she panted, then laughed. Roaring, the young man redoubled his efforts, immediately giving Sharon a shimmering orgasm. She clamped her lips tight, unwilling to admit to him the pleasure he was bringing her. She was glad the only light was from the television, masking her twitching body. As soon as she could manage to speak again, which was barely a handful of seconds, she laughed... giggled really. "Bitch!" Train nearly screamed, lunging as if he could somehow bury more of himself in Sharon's sex, "Someone shut her up." Laughing at the spectacle, Allison rose from his position, smoothly dropping his shorts, as well. "I don't know, Train," he taunted, moving forward, "Sounds like the lady knows there's a better man available. "Zeke?" Atchison managed through clenched teeth, "Hell, of course he's better... But if this," he had slowed to banter with his friend, and thrust especially violently into Sharon at that, "Isn't impressing her, your narrow dick won't do more." "Don't talk," Sharon growled, pushing back visibly at Franklin, "Fuck, don't talk." "Shut her up!" Franklin nearly howled, gripping Sharon's waist once more and driving into her madly. Laughing, John moved around, slapping his erection against Sharon's face. "You heard him, Mrs. Sobel," he taunted her now as she had tried to shame Zeke earlier, "Open up like a good MILF." Sharon did, relieved in truth to begin feeding upon the cocky receiver's shaft, as refraining from moaning had become difficult. She was not surprised when he immediately drove himself into her throat, and feigned a gag, though he was not so big as to impress the well experienced housewife. "Yeah, slut," Allison taunted, "That impress you? Ready to take that in your married cunt?" Sharon moaned around his shaft, knowing he would interpret it as agreement. "See, Train?" he taunted the growling hammering running back, "She just needed... reminding who's boss." Sharon spasmed between them, and both young men assumed it was pleasure at their thrusting cocks. Instead, the practiced BZ Bitch was laughing at the thought that either man... or both together, could satisfy her. True, she had climaxed again, and Franklin was quite adequately fucking her, but it paled in comparison to what some of her regular partners could provide. "OK, nigga," Franklin huffed, "I need... a break... anyway." And he pulled out. Without thinking about it, Sharon whined in protest around Allison's cock. "Yeah, I know, slut," the aggressive young man laughed, "You're ready to really feel this." He backed out, "Ain't that right?" "If you think you're man enough," she managed, after wiping her mouth. "You trick ass bitch," Allison's eyes narrowed and he pushed Franklin aside, moving around, "In fact," he thrust fully into her, and Sharon just laughed again, which she saw made Franklin smile. She wondered if he knew what his friend was about to do; she did. "I think what you really need," he was thrusting in and out slowly, pausing each time he backed out almost completely, "Is an," she relaxed as he backed out completely and redirected his cock head before lunging at her again, "ASS fucking." She hissed as he pushed into her almost fully in one stroke, wondering if he would realize she was taking him too easily. He did not, spanking her ass with his right hand, "Isn't that right?" "I don't know," she managed, then giggled, "Are you ready to fuck my ass, yet?" Train laughed, and it was Allison's turn to shout, catching her hips and thrusting at her in blind fury. "Oh!" she gasped, then giggled after he had been driving into her for most of a minute. "You are fucking my ass... Go on, then... Faster... Fuck me harder." Looking to her left, she saw the tall quiet young man watching them intently. She twitched her ass, "Oh, that does feel good, baby. Thank you for showing me." She heard Zeke chuckle behind them, and John reacted by pumping at her more fervently. "Is it as good as you expected, Allison?" Zeke asked. "She's great," the young tough, gasped, "Shit hot... But Train's right... gotta keep her... from talking... Bitch... doesn't know... her place." At that, he backed out, pushing into Sharon's empty pussy once again. Sharon shimmied her hips, giving a low moan of pleasure instead of protesting, as she knew John expected. "Damn," he managed, "If she wasn't so hot... I'd... Damn, but she's hot." Sharon giggled, pushing back at him, and gave a showy moan the next time he bottomed out. "God, baby, that's so good," she cooed, "Fuck me baby... Get me off." She shivered at how delicious it felt, not just being thoroughly fucked, but at having such total control over young men who thought they were the ones calling the shots. It was no surprise when Allison stiffened, unable to control himself. Sharon turned her tremors into a reasonable facsimile of a climax, letting her head drop onto the ottoman, ass still high as the latest young man to enjoy her body pulled back, flopping bare assed into the seat to her right. "Zeke?" she asked after her breathing had calmed. She was no longer concerned that she was almost naked in front of these young men... had known the moment she had found them in the basement they would soon enough be using her. "Is it your turn?" She dropped the pretense... teasing and controlling was fun... it was nearly as exciting as sex, just maybe. But Zeke was not as naïve as his friends, she knew. And after enjoying some fun with the others, she wanted a real fucking. "Mrs. Sobel," Zeke said, she knew with feigned concern, "I think you are forgetting your manners." She half turned, ass still in the air, inviting. "You forgot to take care of all of my friends." "Hey," Train interrupted, "I wasn't done, yet... I just needed a break!" "Well, wait your turn, now," Zeke snorted, "It's time for Marlin to get a taste of what he can enjoy now that he's joining us as a BZ." Sharon looked over at the quiet but intense young man. He licked his lips nervously, looked from Zeke to her, and back to Zeke. "No pressure man," Zeke said, seeming to recognize his friend's hesitation, "If you aren't up for it, it's no problem." Marlin chuckled. "Naw, man... I'd be crazy not to want a taste... You sure she clean?" "They check her, man," Zeke assured him, and Sharon wondered just how she was 'checked.' "So long as we clean, she clean." "Guess I shoulda gone before Allison, eh?" "Hey!" John argued, then fell back and chuckled. "Oh, Allison's no worry," Zeke assured him, "He talks a great game, but..." "Hey!" John said again, then glowered... or more accurately pouted. "It's Train you got to worry about," Zeke continued, "That boy gets more pussy than any two of us deserve." "Bullshit," Franklin snorted, "I don't even get as much as I want... usually." Zeke laughed at that. "And I haven't finished yet, anyway." Marlin stood, unbuttoning his jeans. "Then I'm not gonna just sit and watch... I wondered why you were all wearing basketball shorts." He stepped out of them, moving up behind the still aroused housewife. Expecting uncertainty and bluster after the others, Sharon was surprised when the gawky young man caught the base of his cock, rubbing the swollen tip down her seam. He pressed forward, the edge slipping over her clit, stoking Sharon's need. Biting back a moan, she tilted her pelvis, wanting to feel him inside of her. Instead, the young man teased back up, almost inserting his rock hard tip, spreading her wet, wanting inner lips. He toyed with her ass, then dipped back, pausing as if to enter her, and then pushed lower, teasing her clit again. Sharon heard Marlin and Zeke chuckle. It made her angry. She almost lunged back as Marlin's tip slipped back up, shouting in triumph when she managed to take him inside. Marlin's hand pressed firmly on her ass, though, keeping her from impaling herself like she wanted. Applying pressure, he pulled free, the wetted tip teasing over her backdoor once again. Sharon whimpered, struggling to take him, even if it was in her ass. She wanted to feel him driving into her. Chuckling again, the young man released her hold on her ass as he dipped back through her hungry channel. He circled her clit several times, somehow sensing that Sharon was ready to once again throw herself back onto him as he completed the teasing swipe. She tried to calm herself, but only for a second, lunging back unsuccessfully as he teased her, backing off expertly, keeping in contact but not moving inside. "Fuck!" Sharon growled, feeling the next teasing push. She pounded her fists on the edge of the ottoman. "Fucker. Don't tease." Marlin ignored that, circling her clit mercilessly at the bottom of his next pass. "Gotta ask for it, ma'am," she heard him say softly. She shook her head angrily; he was supposed to want her to badly he could not control himself. She was not about to break down and ask him to fuck her in her own basement. She levered against the ottoman as she felt his wonderful cock slip back up toward her ass; screamed in frustration when he evaded her need once again. She arched her back, offering her ass. He ignored it, other than immediately plowing back through her seam, almost inside, to resume circling her clit. "Fuck me!" the words escaped her throat before she could stop herself. "Fuck me, you bastard... Don't tease me, show me whaaaah!" Marlin lanced into her, a steady thrust, not fast, but complete, and he held himself there, chuckling with Zeke as the impaled white housewife shivered and moaned. He waited for the peak of her release, then began to thrust in and out, but without holding her waist or hips as the others had. Sharon's fists pounded against the rough fabric of the furniture, dropped to clench at the shag carpet on the basement floor, welcoming the steady thrusting of his cock. "You like that?" she heard his voice, but was barely aware of where she was, it felt so good, as he moved in and out of her, amplifying her still present need. She nodded, not sure she could speak. And then he was out of her. When he did not spear her ass, she whimpered, ass twitching as she rocked back, hungry to have him keep fucking her. "I don't think she likes me," Marlin said to Zeke. "No!" Sharon moaned, "I love it. Don't stop... Fuck me, please. Fuck me!" He rewarded her with another full steady stroke, somehow triggering her next climax by the motion. But he did not stop as before, thrusting in, pausing a beat, then backing almost completely out of her clenching channel. Sharon whined, moaned, whimpered, begging for more, urging him on at the bottom of each delicious stroke. He was massive, in her mind, filling her, stretching her... How else could she be getting off so strongly? When she realized there was a cock at her mouth, she leaned forward, gobbling hungrily at it, whoever it was. Train, she knew by the third or fourth stroke, taking him into her throat and holding him so that the her cry of pleasure was transmitted into Train's shaft. He groaned, hand tangling in her hair, as he began to fuck himself against her face. Neither cared that she could barely breathe, Sharon because her body was already on the precipice of another climax. It broke, and rebounded into another as Marlin leaned over her, increasing the pace of his thrusting, and reaching around her torso to pinch as her swinging, pierced nipple. Sharon humped back at him, loving every moment, hoping it could go on forever. Her head spun as she went for long periods without a breath, working Train's swollen cock eagerly. "Guys?" Sharon stiffened, horrified at the dim recognition that she had just heard Scott speak.... Her son was on the basement stairs. She blushed, realizing that even knowing he was there, she was sucking hungrily on Franklin's cock, rocking back to meet Marlin's rapid thrusting. She could not stop herself, wanting to cum, wanting to get Marlin off, even though she knew at that moment that her marriage was over. "Is that? Shit, you've got a girl down here?" Zeke snorted, "She wanted some cock, and we had some cock to offer." Sharon whimpered around Train's erection, her concentration split as she tasted his pre-cum. "C'mon," Zeke continued, "We've all had a turn, join in." "Dude," Scott sounded closer, and Sharon was sure any moment he would say 'mom?' "My mom's car is in the garage... She's home. If she sees you..." "That's why Train's got his cock in her throat," John said from Sharon's side, "She was starting to get noisy and Marlin hadn't had his turn." "Uh, thanks, but I'll pass..." He had not moved away. Sharon guessed her son had no idea she was the girl the others were using. It made sense, considering what she was wearing and with her face buried in Franklin's crotch, as well as the poor lighting in the room. She wondered what she would do if her son chose to take a turn. "Maybe I'd better... I'll go up and make sure mom doesn't come down," Scott stammered, moving away from the action. "Cool," Zeke said, "We won't be long, will we, M?" Marlin answered by picking up the pace, pounding into the helpless wife. Sharon cried out around Franklin's cock, stomach clenching spasmodically as she climaxed yet again. "You a homo or what?" Allison taunted her son at that moment, "Got a fine piece of ass and you won't hit it?" "Uh, no," Scott answered, "She looks shit hot." Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C "Oh, she is," Franklin sighed, and he began to pulse into Sharon's mouth, making her struggle to swallow his load. "So you racist?" Allison challenged again, "Too good to share with the niggas?" "Dude," Zeke cautioned, "Uncool." "It's OK, Z," Scott said, "No, John... I figure having y'all here when I'm not home... not freaking when you're banging a slut while my mom's in the house... I think you know better." Sharon tensed, wondering if her son was about to step up and take his turn after all. "If you want to know why," Scott went on, "I'm sort of hoping to hook up with the freshman who's here for Christmas break with my mom." "What?" Franklin had started to back off, and Sharon caught his ass in her hands, anchoring him in place as she bobbed her head, cleaning his softening prick, desperate to keep her face hidden. "You getting some from that hot brunette?" "No... I mean not yet," Scott answered, the guys hooted, "But I think she likes me," he added defensively. "It's cool, Scottie," Zeke said, "The guys haven't met Kelly or they'd be impressed." "Thanks, Z," Scott said, "I'll be back down in a few minutes. Just keep it down, if my mom found you doing this she'd shit." "I dunno, Scott," Allison answered, "Maybe she'd join in." Scott snorted, and Sharon heard him climb the stairs. Franklin fell away from her laughing. "Dude," he nearly choked, "Maybe she'd join in?" Sharon glared at John, then glanced back at Marlin, angry that they were going to have to hurry up. "Are you close, baby?" she cooed, and Marlin snorted, then shrugged. "Guess I have to be." She blinked at that, surprised that he would admit to having such good control, even as he picked the pace up another notch, hammering against her ass. "Oh, God, yes!" she groaned less than a minute later, forgetting why she was angry, forgetting the need to hurry, aware only of her imminent climax. "Ahhhh," Marlin almost shouted, and the almost searing heat of his release buried deep inside of Sharon opened the floodgates on her own orgasm. Whining, head nodding encouragement, she pressed back against the young man until both were spent. When she sagged forward off of Marlin's still impressive cock, the other three clapped and whistled. Sharon giggled, the rolled up off of the ottoman, cupping a hand over her open, drooling cunt. "Is there another way out of the basement?" Trevor asked calmly, handing her the thong, which she knew would do nothing to stem the flow of mingled jism from her well used seam. She shook her head. "Unless I go out through the steps into the garage," she answered, "The alarm would beep when I go out and again when I come in through the garage." "Wanna hide down here?" Zeke asked, "We can take him someplace to get a snack." Sharon had the sudden image of her hiding behind the couch while the guys 'forgot' she was there and sat watching television for a couple hours. Probably something pornographic if Allison had his way. She had donned the thong, too distracted to argue about what Zeke handed her. She tugged the slacks on one handed, releasing her sex only to raise them the last little bit, leaving a smear of semen over the zipper and button. She pulled the shirt and blouse on over the costume, not caring that it was untucked. She dashed up the stairs, fixing buttons as she went, pausing at the top of the stairs. "Mom?" she heard Scott calling from across the house. She ran down the hall for the stairs, praying Scott was not in her bedroom. "Scott?" she shouted back, reaching the top step and the safety of her bedroom a moment before her son came up the opposite stairwell. "Mom?" he said again. Sharon had almost completed shutting the door. "You were calling for me?" she asked, peeking through the door, keeping her body out of sight. "Uhm, mom?" Scott was puzzled. "Your friends went downstairs," she stammered, wishing she had told them she would admit knowing they were there." "You saw them?" "Well... Z- Trevor knocked, " Sharon shrugged, "And explained you were on your way home. I suggested they go watch TV in the basement, but I don't know who all is over," she paused, "Is there a problem? I was considering going for a run." Scott relaxed visibly. "No, mom," he paused, "I just hoped you weren't uncomfortable." "Because they're black?" she asked with a laugh, "I hang out with lots of black students at school," she managed not to blush or giggle at that, "But next time you might let me know first. Aren't you coming to church?" Scott shrugged. "I talked to dad, and he said he wasn't going to be home, so I didn't think we were going." "You should invite your friends," Sharon suggested without thinking about it, "We could all go, and then have dinner." "I don't think they'd be interested," Scott said, we're just going to eat and see that new Accelerated Anger movie." "OK," Sharon said in obvious frustration, "I guess we were bound to get too busy to keep doing a family Christmas Eve." "We'll be home before midnight," Scott said defensively, and Sharon managed a smile. "Home by 11," she said, wondering if she would be home by then. "Go have fun with your friends, but be safe," she said, then closed the door as Scott went down the staircase she had just come up. Sighing, Sharon glanced at her disheveled appearance in the mirror. She wiped at her mouth self-consciously, wondering if the smears would clean out of her nice clothes. Glancing at the clock, she gasped, wishing she had time for a shower before she and Kelly went wherever they were headed. Tucking the stained clothes in the hamper, once again cupping a hand over her leaking sex, Sharon hobbled into the bathroom and douched, trying not to get distracted even when her clitoris sparked in response and resurgent need. Satisfied, she was cleaned up, Sharon slipped the tube of KY Jelly that she had bought while gift shopping in case Zeke demanded she come visit him at work again, squeezing a generous amount into her sex before repeating the process at her bottom. Whatever Dave was planning, she did not want to be too tender to sit down when they got home to celebrate Christmas eve. She selected a thong with a lined, slightly wider crotch and the once tight jeans, pouting that it did not hug her ass like it had when she had bought it. She chose a padded cotton bra and a V-neck blouse, grabbed a North Face fleece, 3" heels, and her clutch purse. After tucking her cell into it, the recently used white wife hurried down the stairs, pausing in the kitchen. She hoped Kelly was not late getting back, worrying how Dave would react if they were not where they were supposed to be at five. It was just after 4:30 and Sharon was considering texting Dave when she saw a silver gray car turn into their drive. She hurried out, not bothering to shout a good-bye to Scott, who she could hear laughing in the basement with the boys who had so recently been using her like a common slut. She shivered, admitting that at least part of the time that was exactly what she had been. Kelly lowered her window, motioning for Sharon to climb in behind her, and Sharon did without ever thinking about the simple truth that she was trustingly climbing into a total stranger's car. Without so much as a nod, the young man deftly backed out of their drive and pulled away. "Did you have a good day?" Kelly asked, turning to look back at Sharon, who could only shrug. "Wait," Kelly said, looking at Sharon critically, "I know that look... You got fucked." Sharon blushed but nodded. "How... Who?" "Zeke brought friends over," Sharon managed, stopping at that. "While Scott and Catherine were home?!" "No," Sharon shook her head, "Well, not at first." "What?" "My son was less than ten feet away while I was putting out to two strangers." Sharon squirmed in her seat, further embarrassed that talking about it was getting her hot. The driver checked her once for a long second in the mirror, then put his attention back on the road. "Thank God he didn't realize who it was his friends were fucking," she finished with total sincerity. The thought of being caught doing that... Sharon shuddered. "Uhm, where are we headed," she asked when Kelly did not ask for the gory details. Kelly opened her mouth as if to answer. "It's a surprise," the young black man said in a fluid baritone." Kelly shut her mouth and turned back, looking out the windshield and the side window. "And are introductions out of order?" Sharon was piqued at the boy's curt manner. His face turned to hers in the rear view mirror once again, "I'm Sharon," she continued, "Kelly and I are BZ Sisters at State." "He knows that, silly," Kelly laughed, "He took me around to visit some of the alumni today." Sharon nodded, assuming she knew what that was about. "I think I have an internship arranged for the summer." She beamed at Sharon, "Can I crash with you if I get it?" Sharon found herself smiling at the idea and she nodded without hesitation. She decided not to ask just what getting the internship required, or what Kelly would be doing at work. She had a pretty good idea on both accounts, and wondered if she should be looking to do something like that when school was out... She would have to ask Dave about it. Looking at her friend, she could understand why Scott would be trying to get her to notice him. Kelly was beautiful and funny and smart, and she exuded a sexuality that Sharon did not think had been apparent when she had first met her friend. She wondered if other people noticed the same thing in her, which was more than a little worrisome, considering many of her friends would be bold enough to ask. She reminded herself none of the ladies had seemed shocked or puzzled about a 'new Sharon' when they had gotten together after Thanksgiving. She was glad they would be having another get together during her break, so she could see if anyone seemed to notice anything. The car was comfortable and quiet, and the young man at the wheel was confident and smoothly wove through the traffic on the highway, heading into the city instead of looping to the south. Sharon was a little surprised to see they were going almost 90. "Uhm, isn't that a little fast?" she asked. The young man shrugged. "Maybe. But if 5-0 doesn't complain, it don't matter." "But you could get stopped?" "I got you two for insurance if that happens," he answered with a leer, and Sharon twitched, her clit pulsing with a TWANG at the abrupt mental image of her on her knees blowing a state trooper on the side of the highway. Shaking the image away, she scolded herself; the driver was just kidding, police did not behave that way. She pressed the heel of her right hand against her sex, wondering how she could be so impossibly horny; mad at herself for being so insatiable, and angry and embarrassed by the pointed glance the driver gave her that he seemed to know she was considering masturbating there in the back seat of his car. She told herself it was her imagination-- Kelly was completely unaware. The driver pressed a button on the steering wheel and the car was instantly filled with the bass heavy riff of a hip hop number Sharon and Kelly had danced to regularly. Sharon licked her lips, remembering the last time they had been together on stage, and how alive she had felt, making Kelly writhe and scream in pleasure in front of a hundred odd men. TWANG. She bit her lip, forcing herself to pay attention to the monotony of the passing concrete barriers to the right of the sedan, and the empty tracks of the rail yard west of the city. As they came into downtown, the young man deftly slid up the left exit under the convention center, and Sharon momentarily absurdly flashed on her last trip to the nearby Auditorium. Chris had taken the family to see the traveling Wicked show. She giggled, wondering if they were going to see whatever was playing for the holiday. The driver looked back at her, and she was sure he wondered about her, even though she could not see his eyes through the dark glasses. She almost growled at him, she was suddenly so angry that he had interrupted her memory... or fantasy... or whatever it had been. She smiled, but it was cruel, the blonde housewife imagining riding the young driver as he begged her to stop. She blinked and looked around as the sedan slowed, turning into a small parking lot south of a five story brick building. She glanced up at the neon sign on the building's corner: 'Hot Rockets' it read, with a cartoon missile being ridden by a busty blonde blowing a huge pink bubble over the bright red letters. There was a spot reserved for the little car, and Sharon did not protest when the driver hurried them inside. Each step between the car and the entrance, she was sure a passing car would be friends who would see her. The persistent willingness to ruin her life fueled her anger, and she glared at the big bouncers riding stools to either side of the club entrance. "What. The fuck. Are we doing here?" she hissed at Kelly, who seemed totally at ease with the situation. Her young lover shrugged. "Dave said to be here," Kelly pointed to the poster over the door into the club. It showed she and Sharon spinning on the pole, with smaller photos at the bottom as men tucked bills into their G-strings, the women jutting their bottoms lewdly over the edge of the stage, of the women intertwined, each with a leg straight up, arms barely covering their bare chests, and a soulful kiss that was more then just the act, closer to the end of the women's ground work at Go's. Sharon stared at the poster in horror; it was obviously her in two of the pictures. Someone was going to see. She turned, realizing that the windows above the door meant that people driving north could see... "That has to come down!" she nearly screamed at the bouncers and Kelly. Everyone stopped, looking at the unhinged blonde who looked like she might climb the wall to reach the big flyer. "Whoa, whoa whoa," Dave said, coming out of a hidden door opposite the cashier's booth. He draped his arms around Sharon and Kelly, maneuvering them back toward the passage he had just exited, "What seems to be the problem, Shar?" "That poster," Sharon did not move right away, "That has to come down. Someone will see." "That's the general idea," Dave rolled his eyes at Kelly, "We wanted your fans to know there was going to be a special show." "Chris could see... Or someone who knows us!" Dave snorted. "A car passing at 30 miles per hour? The worst they would think is that it looks like you, Sharon. You're a suburban housewife and mother here, not a porn star." Sharon spun out of Dave's grasp. "I'm not a porn star," she nearly shouted. "Fuck you for saying it! You know I'm not. I just wanted to go to school," Sharon's eyes were wide, "I just want to protect my family." "And you are," Dave assured her, herding both women down the hall, "This protects your family." "Bullshit!" Sharon was not backing down. "This will ruin everything." "No one here knows you," Dave insisted, "And we all know this is not just about protecting your family, any more." "You bastard!" Sharon stopped, eyes wide, and reversed course, "I have to get home." Dave swatted Kelly's bottom and the surprised young brunette dutifully stepped through a curtain at the end of the hall. Dave easily caught Sharon's elbow, halting her retreat. "Let go of me!" Sharon yanked her arm with surprising force, freeing herself momentarily. Dave caught her arm again, though, getting a handful of her hair with his other hand. Sharon responded by kicking at him, and the big frat brother barely managed to lift his knee, blocking her attempt to reach his groin. "Enough!" he spun the smaller spitfire of a woman against one of the narrow hall's walls. "Don't do something you'll regret." "I already regret this!" Sharon almost wailed, "You bastards have ruined my life." "Uh-huh," Dave said, "It's why you were coming like mad in your basement not an hour ago." Sharon's breath caught. How could he know about that. "Face it, you're hooked on black cock," he continued, "You may not want to cheat, but if we weren't providing you with it now, you'd be out looking for some satisfaction where hubby will find out." Sharon shivered in his grip. She wondered if what he was saying was true. She hated the way her body was responding to what was happening and what he was saying. How had she become such a slut? He half pulled, half dragged her through the curtain, pushing her unceremoniously into a nearby director's seat. Sharon realized it was the dressing room. There were more vanities then there were at Go's, but most were empty. She saw that Kelly was already in costume, a matching outfit neatly folded on the vanity to her left, where Dave had seated Sharon. "Care to tell me what's gotten into you of late?" Dave did not let up, and had not let go, his hand still gripping Sharon's hair. "Better speak up," he warned, "There are always worse things you could be doing..." Sharon sniffed, and glared straight ahead, refusing to look Dave in the eye. "We're dancing too much," she said, "There's not enough time to even eat... We're either dancing or exercising or tanning or fucking TA's." She tugged at her loose jeans, then pointed out how loose her bra had become, "I'm wasting away... Some days I think I'm sick." "That's why you're mad?" Dave asked pointedly. Sniffing angrily, Sharon nodded. "Bullshit," the big frat brother snorted, "I know what's happening to you now. You don't need to lie anymore." Sharon frowned in puzzlement. "What are you talking about?" she said, "I wanted a break for Christmas. Go said we could take the time off..." "Go doesn't call all the shots," Dave warned, "And you've gotten a break... and you've gotten to cum in your own house like you haven't since I was there with you." Sharon blushed at that, and her clit sparked hungrily. How could he know about that, she wondered, getting angry at knowing so little that was going on in her own life. She stamped a foot. "This wasn't part of the deal," Sharon changed tack, "You never said I'd be dancing in my home town." "Stripping in your home town," Dave corrected her with a cruel sneer, "You'll be stripping and you've been doing more, so cut the bullshit." Sharon sucked in a breath, glaring at the younger man angrily. "And that's still not it," he let a little anger creep into his voice, "I Hate it when BZ Bitches think they can lie to us." Sharon blinked, stepping back in surprise. "I'm not lying!" she retorted angrily, "I didn't ask to have sex with those boys today." "You didn't stop it from happening, either," Dave pointed out, aware that the helpless housewife never really had that choice. "You are going to perform tonight," he warned her, "The sooner you start, the sooner I'll have you home. Or I can just leave and you two can find your own way back home." Sharon looked ready to attack him. He pulled her Demoness mask out of the bag he had brought along, "And if you give me any more lip... If you lie when I ask you something, you won't get to wear this." Sharon hated the relief she felt at seeing the mask... at her willingness to give in and dance if he gave her the mask. Damn it, she was actually wet at the prospect, she realized with a fresh sense of outrage. She reached for the mask, but Dave yanked it back. "I asked you why you're mad." Sharon shrugged. Thought about it for a moment, and shrugged again. "That's not an answer," Dave warned, and moved to put the mask back in the pack. "Wait!" Sharon demanded with another useless foot stomp. "I don't know," she added plaintively after almost another minute, "I just... I'm just angry more suddenly." Dave stared at her for a moment. It was donning on the frat member that quite likely their prize bitch truly did not understand. He shook his head, amazed that anyone could be so foolish, but relieved as well-- it was how they harnessed so many young women, after all. He kept hold of the mask, but retrieved a zip lock bag he had brought along, holding it up in front of the married blonde sex toy. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C "Does this look familiar?" he asked, even as Sharon grabbed at it. He snatched it back, then curious as to what she would do, he let her get hold of it on her second attempt. Nearly tearing the seal open, Sharon got a bit of the oily material on two fingers, and not caring that Dave and Kelly were watching, she opened her jeans and expertly applied the ointment over her clit, sweeping down along her still aroused labia. "How long have you been using that," he asked pointedly. Sharon froze, realizing for the first time since seeing the bag that neither Shawn nor Dave had known about it. "Where did you find this?" she answered automatically, "Were you going through my things?" "How long have you been using that, little Bitch," Dave said pointedly. Sharon twisted her mouth, and he could tell she wanted to argue. Instead, her shoulders dropped. "Since the night the football team used me." "The football party?" Her eyes flashed. "No. The night you let the other school use me, after we lost the game." Dave chose not to point out she had not been with him that night. "Where'd you get it?" He suspected he knew the answer. "MarKing... after they were... when it was over. I'm about out," she added unnecessarily, "Can you get me more?" "You've been using it for weeks?" Dave was shocked, but it explained so much. Sharon nodded. "Why in the fuck are you using it?" he was glad he had chosen to include Shaun via his cell phone. His partner would find a way to get back at the asshole who had intentionally put their golden goose in jeopardy. "It helps after... so I'm not so raw." "You dumb bitch," Dave growled, "It works better when you're already rubbed raw. Why did you believe a word that envious nigger said?" Sharon was taken aback by the language, even though the frat members used it all the time, usually as if it was a term of endearment. "He was nice to me," she suddenly felt like a little girl again, rather than the Amazon woman ready to rip Dave's throat out... she hated the way her emotions see sawed, but had been dealing with that since they had first ensnared her, "He told me it would help me feel better." Almost as an afterthought, she insolently added, "It has." "That ain't all it's done," Dave rolled his eyes. "You are a pock-marked bitch right now," he pointed at the acne marring Sharon's pale chest. Sharon assumed he was changing the subject. "I know," she frowned, "It's awful... I have some lotion that's supposed to help, but it's everywhere... I think it's from sweating in all the make up when we're dancing." Dave shook his head. "Sharon," he paused, "Kelly dances as much and she's fine." Sharon frowned. "You've lost some weight we don't want you to lose," he added pointedly. Sharon glanced at her chest, and blushed.' "It's just that I'm dancing too much and not eating enough. My pants are loose, too," she pulled at the waistline as proof. "Kelly says you've been more aggressive, too." Sharon frowned and shook her head. "I don't think so," she pouted, looking to Kelly, "Are you upset with me?" Kelly shook her head, eyes wide, obviously worried about Sharon and what was happening. Sharon looked back at Dave, glaring at him. "What are you saying," she paused, "That's not just because I'm using an ointment on my cunt." She was taken aback at so easily saying that to him. "Sharon," Dave shook his head, "Take off your pants." Blushing, Sharon did as he had ordered. He pointed, and she dutifully dropped her thong as well. He crooked a finger, leading her to one of the rooms many full length mirrors. "Look," he said, and Sharon eyed the nude blonde in the mirror. The nipple ring seemed to be in the right breast because of the reflection. The new BZ navel ring hung just below her navel, and emphasized the partial definition of six pack that had appeared in her flat abdomen. The thin vee pale blonde pubic hair seemed to direct her attention to her prominent hood and jutting clitoris. Her eyes moved to the defined muscles of her thighs and calves, the latter accentuated by her heels. Dave held up his camera phone, and after initially thinking he was taking a picture, Sharon realized he was holding up an image of her from some months before. She absently realized she was standing in Shaun and Dave's bedroom at the frat... it was shortly after they had mad her their own, when she had realized she had no choice but to do what they wanted. She blinked in surprise at the changes, and not just in the new piercings. She had known the six pack was new-- she had never had such definition before, even when she had been exercising almost religiously. To her dismay, her breasts were visibly smaller, and hung lower than in the picture on the phone. She tried to convince herself it was just the angle, but her nipples were now clearly more than an inch lower compared to her clavicles, and the volume of each was obviously decreased. Sharon gasped, though, seeing not the change in her pubic hair, but below... Her clitoris seemed huge now, compared to the way it had been. She could not believe it, and reached down, touching herself. That triggered the familiar 'TWANG' and the openly rubbed herself for several seconds before gaining control, and looking at Dave. "I didn't know that could happen from having so much sex," she said, covering her sex with one hand. Dave seemed to choke at that. "Kelly," he barked, "Get over here... Get naked." The little brunette quickly complied, and Sharon found herself looking at her lover's tight bodied reflection beside her own. A wave of almost demanding arousal swept through her, and Sharon imagined turning and pulling Kelly close, kissing her despite Dave's presence. Shaking in new fear at such a demanding, aggressive thought, she looked back at Dave. "You dumb slut," Dave shook his head, "That's not from too much sex... That's from this," he held up the bag. "It's steroids. You've been taking testosterone for weeks." Sharon was horrified. She remembered the various ads on television... it could cause cancer. Women were not supposed to handle it, she did not think. "Oh my God," she whispered, even as horror and fear threatened to become rage, "That bastard!" she could picture the seemingly concerned MarKing giving her the bag. "Why!?" Dave shrugged. "Other chapters of BZ are jealous that we have such a great group of BZ Bitches," he told both women, motioning for them to get into their costumes. Sharon obeyed without considering it, her head swirling at what she had learned. "No more of this!" Dave said pointedly, throwing the nearly empty bag into a trash can. Sharon nodded, even while part of her wondered if she could get the bag out without his noticing. She was not sure why. "Your skin will clear up, we'll get your boobs taken care of, you'll be fine." Sharon nodded again, her focus on the mask in his hand, rather then what he was saying. "Thank you," she managed when her costume was in place, the quick release tabs double checked, "Uhm, can I have my mask?" "Little bitch," Dave snickered, "You never give up. Sorry, but no. Besides," he interrupted her argument, "There's nobody in there you would know anyway." "How can you be so sure?" she asked angrily. Dave snorted. "How many of your friends are single men who would be lonely and visit a strip club on Christmas eve." Sharon had no ready answer for that. "You behave yourself, and maybe you can wear it for the next set." And with that Dave turned and left the women to finish with their make up before performing on a stage they had never seen before. Safely out of earshot through the hidden doors at the front of the club, Dave fished his phone out and checked. Sure enough, Shaun was still on. "You heard?" he asked. "That arrogant motherfucker!" Shaun was still spitting nails. "It's a good thing Go got suspicious." Dave chose not to argue about that. "I've already got a call in to his office and his chapter President. "That asshole has to pay," Dave agreed, "But it may not be so bad after all." "What are you talking about?" Shaun was clearly not past being mad. "Well, her skin will clear up. I know just who can take care of her breasts, and the clit looks good." "Did she handle it well?" "She was spitting nails, but that will go away, too... Before long we'll have our meek little housewife back, but with a prize winning clit." "I guess," Shaun was taking some convincing. "And that smoky voice? It won't go away either." "Good point, D," Shaun conceded, "You're right, I guess... it'll be OK But MarKing," "MarKing is going to wish he hadn't fucked with us," Dave agreed, "Gotta go, man, their set's starting," Shaun heard the muffled beat of the music change. "Dave," he said, "Don't push her too hard, I don't want to read in the paper about the stripper who whacked a room full of horny guys from 'roid rage." "A'ight," Dave snorted, "Though watching her tear some of these guys up might almost be worth it." Shaun could barely hear him over the heavy bass. "I'll talk to you later." He did not bother responding to Dave, hanging up, and wondering what the footage would be like; he had never seen a 'gentlemen's club' that was not wired like it was a casino... except with the cameras better hidden. Sure they had to share the girls' take with Go and the owner of the club where they were dancing... he smiled, remembering the guy's name, Percy Biggens. Every second the girls were there, though, BZ had the rights to the multiple cameras that would catch their act and the holiday festivities. Dave pushed the heavy black out curtains apart, ducking into the dimly lit club just as his women sauntered onto the main stage. The crowd was thin, not unexpected for Christmas Eve... even single horny guys usually had family or friends to hang with this night. He also knew lots of the girls were off, leaving only the destitute, desperate, and rookies at most clubs. Biggins had jumped at Dave's suggestion, in part because several of the worn but still usable BZ Bitches had been through his club in the last years. The BZ Bitches had been in service long before Dave or Shaun arrived, a perk of being in the frat. They had merely improved on the system. Counting, Dave guessed it would be no problem for the girls to handle their duties. As if they had a choice. He considered checking to be sure that they did what had been promised, closing the door once his girls went on stage. The privacy and security fence that screened the impressive downtown parking slab had already been pulled almost closed, and the 'come hither' flashing signs that were on when the place was open had been turned off. Percy knew how it worked; he had his hard core regulars here, some probably thanks to a brief 'guess what' call they had received during the day, which was fine with Dave. He had warned the savvy club owner they only had 2 hours. saw Percy in a little box at the far side of the club, reminiscent of Go's perch, right down to the mirrored glass behind and above him. "And now," the DJ affected a Michael Buffer tone, "From down the road to help you forget your holiday blues, "Give a Hot Rocket's welcome to Fallen Angels!" Spotlights hit the masked blonde and brunette as they strutted onto the stage, Sharon in her red and black demoness costume following Kelly in the 'virginal angel costume. The specially fitted wings on Sharon's bustier spread out as she lifted her shoulders, throwing her head back to match the scream of the heavy metal track that began to pulse. Catching Kelly's hand, Sharon spun the smaller girl around, and Kelly raised her free arm as if in fright, then broke away, leaping to the first pole and climbing it as she spun. Sharon moved in under, acting as a spotter while clawing at the younger woman's transparent white mini skirt. When Kelly froze, striking a sexy position high up on the pole, the blonde housewife executed her own turn on the pole beneath, grinding against it suggestively, before turning away to bend at the waist, the thick brass centered on the crack in her ass. She flexed her knees, seemingly masturbating against the pole. Shivering, she paused, looking out at the men in front of her and licked her lips suggestively. Watching, Dave could understand why Go said their captive housewife brought in business like no other three girls. The previously listless crowd was watching the women intently, cheering at Sharon's change in expression as she resumed humping the pole. Biting her lip, Sharon braced her hands on the floor, doing an angled handstand, keeping her ass, and then her crotch against the metal. When she was high enough, she curled her right leg around, flexing at the waist, lifting her body up away from the floor as she spun beneath Kelly, who was turning the opposite direction, head up. Sharon groped her breasts before catching the pole with one hand and reaching up, snagging Kelly's skirt with her other. She released her legs, reversing position before again catching the brass with her calves and ankles, spinning again as she slipped lower until her ass came to rest on the stage. In her hand, she held Kelly's skirt. The man shouted encouragement. As the song ended, Sharon prowled the stage edge, offering each man holding up a bill a glimpse of tit as they tucked them into her bustier... Well, at least if the bill was more than a single, Dave noticed with a smile. She had learned how to leave them hungry. By her second pass, it was all 5's and 10's being waved. Kelly slipped gracefully down from the pole, moving farther onto the stage, looking about as if she was preparing to flee. The music changed, a heave hip hop number, at which point Sharon snapped her head over, 'discovering' the fleeing angel. Kelly leaped for the far pole, but Sharon was faster, catching hold of the brass above the brunette's hand, and the pair spun together, Sharon smiling wildly, Kelly's eyes closed in apparent fear. Legs intertwined, they continued the spin, leaning out and waving their arms theatrically as the movement slowed and together they sank once again to the floor. As Kelly turned away to flee, Sharon caught hold of her wings, which came away to be flung expertly back away from the patrons. And Kelly's top popped free in the same moment, baring her breasts. The 'shy' brunette covered herself ineffectually, as Sharon pulled her close, hands knocking Kelly's aside as she roughly mauls the brunette's bare chest. Kissing Kelly's neck, Sharon threw her head back, smiling cruelly as Kelly's mouth dropped open in apparent arousal, head lolling back against the blonde. Sharon turned while rising, pacing around before Kelly, who shook her head as if to banish the impure thoughts she was having, She covered her chest again, and frowning, Sharon pauses, ripping away the front of her own costume, leaving the black wings on , but baring her breasts to Kelly and the crowd. Hips pumping to the music, she squatted, lifting Kelly's hand to her pierced nipple, then pretending to 'claw' Kelly's. The brunette reacted as if in pain, the movement stripping away the nipple colored pasty she had been wearing over her nipples, making it seem as if Sharon had just magically pierced them. Her head fell back, body undulating, hips finding the rhythm of the song as Sharon rose, hips and ass working as she went around the stage's edge once more. The patrons-- regulars, Dave was sure-- were pressing against the rail, eager to get some attention from the black owned housewife. When she had made a complete circuit, shimmying out of her micro skirt, leaving just the thong, demon wings, a belt, and heels, Sharon came back to Kelly, who had been working her end of the stage, bumping and grinding, seemingly 'overcome' by the music and Sharon's touch. Without preamble the older blonde latched onto one of Kelly's breasts, suckling hungrily, while her hands roamed over the brunette's petite body. The men cheered as they were teased with glimpses of what lay under Kelly's thong. As the third more upbeat number started, Sharon straddled Kelly, and the women did an impressive tandem bump and grind, further enflaming the crowd. As the chorus started, Sharon bent, and the women kissed passionately, before Sharon did a brief handstand, legs splayed in an inverted split, the crotch of her thong dark with her arousal. She spun her hips a half turn, then came down on all fours, her knees beyond Kelly's head. Pulling herself over the smaller woman by bracing her hands on Kelly's knees, Sharon glanced at the crowd, ass twitching her intention. There was a collective roar of encouragement, & then reaching down the blonde ripped her thong away and pivoted her lower body forward, driving her sex against 'the angel's' face. Both women twitched and writhed in time to the music before Sharon threw her head back, crying out in a feigned (Dave wondered) release before reaching down, ripping Kelly's thong away. There was a collective pause, as two dozen male eyes were riveted to the young woman's neatly femiscaped sex. Sharon had held her thong, the only 'disposable' part of their costumes, & hurling one each to the left and right, she plunged her face between Kelly's thighs. Dave knew this was where Go had told him this team beat any other pair he had ever put together to dance. Instead of feigning the attraction and the sex, Kelly and Sharon went at it, spurred on by the surrounding crowd, which subliminally he guessed was very like performing at the frat. And the testosterone's effects on Sharon were never more obvious. She was the aggressor, taking what she wanted, driving Kelly to a powerful orgasm, and continuing without pause. The men, used to the usual three song set, cheered when a fourth song started. It seemed that the women were unaware of their admirers, leaning close over the rails lining the stage. Bills were tossed at the women, some bouncing off of Sharon's back, and one tangling in Kelly's splayed jet black hair. Sharon's hands had roamed over her body and Kelly's, and after feigned fear, hands pressed spread wide against the stage for the first verse after Sharon's assault, Kelly was reciprocating. When the first chorus began, the busty brunette lifted head and shoulders. Sharon leaned forward, and their passionate 69 changed to a seated exchange, the married blonde's ass jutting high in the air. At the end of the chorus, Kelly leaned, and a moment later she was on top, no longer theatrically eating the blonde, but instead riding Sharon's face, hands roaming her body, pinching her pierced nipples, reveling in the debauchery. She paused only as the second chorus began, looking about as if realizing for the first time there were spectators... and what she was doing. She leapt to her feet, trying to run off stage. The 'belt' Sharon had been wearing had been deftly attached to 'Kelly's choker, and it payed out as the brunette reached the edge of the stage and disappeared, triggering several loud protests. Sharon came gracefully to her feet, pausing to 'finish herself off' with her fingers before the crowd, before holding up her left hand, and showing the other end of what had become Kelly's 'leash.' Snapping it, the coil she raised raced off stage, and then Sharon gave an exaggerated pull, and Kelly was 'dragged' back into the men's view, clutching at the choker around her neck. When she turned to face the 'Demoness', the move activated the wings she had quickly changed out off stage, and her new black fletching spread behind her shoulders as Sharon's had at the set's beginning. Abandoning her half hearted attempt to escape, Kelly paused when Sharon quit pulling, looking about imperiously at the men eyeing them and cheering. Tossing her hair, she strutted across the stage, pausing for a heels high turn on the close pole and leaving the 'leash' there as she continued, meting Sharon beyond the far pole at the rounded front of the stage. Sharon lifted her chin when the smaller brunette paused before her. Reaching up, Kelly caught Sharon's hair, then pulled the older woman down, and they kissed, legs entwined, grinding against each other standing up, wings moving as the final song closed. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D Chapter 16 D: The Ball Original Story: Scipio Continued by Rogue Alan If Christmas eve was a bust for the Sobel family in Sharon's opinion, Christmas day made up for it. She had no idea when the kids got home, or when Chris slipped into bed beside her. And the kids, no longer children, enjoyed sleeping in, after which they worked together with Kelly to put the cinnamon rolls Flora had made into the oven, digging the coffee maker out of a cupboard instead of the Keurig they usually used. Sharon woke to the delightful aroma of a breakfast already made. She snuggled against Chris, glad to be home with her family, and woke her husband with a kiss. "Kids made breakfast," she murmured, aware of a headache like she had forgotten experiencing often during the semester, the calling card of the frequent hangovers she had experienced for the first time after heading to college. She blinked, looking at the ceiling for a moment, head spinning at how the things she had vowed to do only at school were creeping into her life here at home. She wondered for a moment if she had really been such a slut at the club the night before, absently worrying the bar in her tongue over her teeth. She remembered the power and pleasure she had felt sucking off that stranger... Pushing the thought away, Sharon glanced at the clock, "thankfully after 10AM." Chris mumbled in reply, and Sharon elbowed his ribs, thankfully glad he was no more eager to get up. She almost giggled, wondering if he was hung over, too. "C'mon, Scrooge... once upon at time we were up at the crack of dawn." "Once upon a time you were up at the crack of dawn," Chris countered, blinking his eyes and stretching, "I was the one still up at the crack of dawn. There was the year I was assembly a mountain bike that only had French and Chinese directions... and the year Catherine 'had to have' that enormous doll house. Some assembly required my ass... There was the year I stayed up keeping the dog quiet..." "My prince charming," Sharon giggled, rolling half over her husband to kiss him, "And they loved all of those gifts." A moment later, she squealed as he swatted her naked bottom after she had gracefully completed turning over him, getting out of the bed on his side to use the bathroom. "You're running off with my gift!" he pouted. Sharon giggled, "It's not wrapped, yet." "I don't mind," Chris waggled his eyebrows, "The wrapping never stays on long, anyway." She thought for a moment she might get to enjoy some private time with her husband, who was obviously enjoying the fact that she had gone to bed nude, when there was a knock on the door. "Mom? Dad?" Lisa paused, "Are you up yet?" It was Sharon's turn to pout, which made her husband smile. "We'll be right out, hon'," he assured her, then whispered, "See, you should have let me enjoy my gift." Sharon leapt back onto the bed, knocking Chris against his pillow. "They could wait," Sharon kissed Chris' neck, grinding her dampening sex against his morning erection, "It's still early." "Oh no," he teased, "They're ready to open presents now..." He kissed her, before slipping out of bed, "But I'm glad to see you got me just what I wanted for Christmas..." Sharon giggled, leaning over and catching hold of Chris' hips before he could move away from the bed. Curling her body as if he was the pole on stage, she managed to spin herself off of the bed and around in front of him, hands deftly yanking his sleep pants down over his erection, the elastic band yanking his cock down momentarily, making him yelp. Any protest died with a gurgle as Sharon sucked him fully into her mouth, swirling the tongue stud over the sensitive underside while bobbing her head slightly, never releasing the vacuum. "Oh God," Chris panted, a hand coming to rest gently on Sharon's bobbing head, "That's... You're..." Within a minute she felt the change; her husband rose onto his toes, fingers tangling in her hair. "I'm... It's close," he managed, actually shivering when Sharon's response was to bury her face against his crotch, holding him deep as her tongue went on swirling magically. "Ahhhh!" he cunt loose, wondering for an absurd moment if he could accidentally choke his wife, before gasping as her reflexive swallows applied a different but undeniably pleasurable sensation to his still firing cock. Sharon kept with him until he was spent and nearly soft before she flopped back onto her elbows on the plush carpet, smiling up at him. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge," she said, then giggled as he awkwardly pulled his pants back up while staring at her in open wonder. "What?" she pouted, "Wasn't that what you wanted for Christmas?" He laughed. "It's part of it anyway." "Mmmm," Sharon said without thinking, "Something like a stocking stuffer?" She licked her lips, eyeing his crotch suggestively, "I hope you're willing to do some stuffing later on." Chris' smile was priceless... she was not sure if he had ever looked as happy with any other gift she had ever given him, and found herself wondering again how she had been such a prude for so many years. "You are amazing," he padded to the bathroom, pausing to look back, "And I'm the luckiest man in the world." She sat up, smiling, knowing that he meant it. "No, baby," she shook her head, "That's me." Chris rolled his eyes and disappeared. When he reappeared as the toilet gurgled behind him, he offered her a crooked smile, "That's one way to keep from my having difficulty going to the bathroom after you tease me in the morning." Sharon had gone into her closet, exiting in a white on pink variation of school sweat bottoms and a black and silver hoodie with the mascot on the front. "That's what I was thinking," she nodded, "Now hurry up and get something on... We need to get downstairs." With the swirling activity... kids eating and laughing and talking, then helping as she cleared the dishes before everyone went in for presents, Sharon had no time to consider that she had not yet gotten off that morning. And then everyone was in the living room where the stockings had been laid out. Sharon was surprised when Chris brought her stocking over... often he had not bothered with more than a rose or a note, but she had genuine packages, wrapped even. She smiled up at him pointing for him to get his stocking, too, and asking if Catherine had helped. He affected an injured air, then laughed, "Both she and Kelly helped me... They took me shopping, then wrapped things up." Intrigued, Sharon divided her attention between watching the kids' happy reactions to the various tickets and gift cards and headsets and body lotion she had selected for them, and the new multifunction Casio watch she had found at the Union for Chris. Kelly and Catherine ambushed her, hugging from each side and demanding that she open her gifts. She found red glass bottles of lotion and massage oil labeled 'sensuality' and asked Chris if he thought Santa was trying to tell her something, which earned her a wink and a shrug. There were several Apple and Starbucks gift cards, gas cards, along with a new Tervis travel mug with the school mascot on one side. There were nice earrings with small black and white and champagne diamonds in a swirling matrix of white and yellow gold. As she put them on, the thought that they went nicely with the BZ jewelry. They moved on to the tree and Kelly and Catherine happily passed out packages, Chris suggesting everyone wait until the packages had been distributed, and then taking turns... Taking turns lasted until each of the kids and Kelly began to open one of the packages Sharon had arranged for everyone, including Chris... Nikon DS3100 camera packages. At that point the kids-- and Chris-- were poking around, wondering what the other similar shaped packages might be, racing to see who could find out. Sharon laughed, when she opened the gift from the kids... an identical camera kit, including a flash, a bag, and two lenses. "We saw you looking that those and thought you wanted one," Scott told her, "I hope you like it." She nodded, thrilled, "I almost got one for myself, honestly," she said, "They take video, too, so we won't have to drag the boxy camcorder along..." She paused, seeing Chris react as if she had said something wrong. Looking at her array of packages, she found a box similar to the one she had just unwrapped, but slightly smaller. Grabbing it, she tore at the package, already certain what it was... Sure enough, a new Sony HD camcorder sat in her lap. "We can take it back," Chris said sheepishly, "I just thought you'd want some mementos from school and I still use the one we have for the kids' things here at school." Sharon moved around the boxes, giggling and sat in Chris' lap. "It's perfect," she said, "I love it... And it's smaller than the camera, so I can carry it in my purse anywhere I go. Thanks, baby." She kissed him , wiggling her bottom just slightly, and giggling as his eyes bulged. "Get a room," Scott groused, then laughed when both girls hurled fragments of gift wrap at him. The orgy of gift unwrapping resumed. Sharon was impressed at her haul, including three nice outfits and a Dillard's gift card. Even the track suit, which Chris seemed hell bent on buying her each year, was something she would wear without hesitation. And one of the dresses, a red one shoulder sequined number, was absolutely outrageous. In fact, she wondered if Chris would feel like he had gotten the short end of the stick, but he truly seemed to love the watch and his other gifts. When the gifts were all opened, the Sobels and Kelly went back into the kitchen to dig into the pumpkin, cherry, pecan, and French silk chocolate pies that Flora had left. The housekeepers gifts, both new equipment for caring for the house and true gifts and gift cards she could enjoy when she was not working, had been left under the tree, and they would celebrate again later in the week, when she returned. Sharon had asked about the other gifts under the tree, and the kids had shrugged, saying only that they had some presents for 'friends.' While they were haggling over who got to cut and who got to choose what pie pieces, she slipped back into the tree, picking up her new camera in case anyone asked what she was up to. She was not surprised to see 'Z' scrawled on one of the packages, with Scott's angular handwriting. Seeing the same initial in Catherine's elegant cursive though, left Sharon unsettled. She bit her lip, wondering if it could be jealousy she was feeling. Mentally scolding herself, she silently insisted it was only concern over what kind of boy he was... she had first hand knowledge, after all. Of course, she could not very well say, 'Honey, you shouldn't date him... he is cruel and dominating and demanding during sex.' Shivering, and embarrassed at the way her clit sparked at the thought of the big high school senior, Sharon returned to the festivities, wondering how she could put a roadblock between Zeke and her daughter. After everyone had eaten and the gifts had been packed away to respective rooms, the wrapping stuffed into a pair of garbage bags that Chris had set in the garage by the trashcan, Sharon expected they would enjoy a lazy day snacking and watching television. She was surprised when Catherine and Scott came in, asking if they could see a movie. Kelly and Catherine wanted to see 'How Do You Know' which Scott panned as being another 'Sweet Home Alabama' the blonde actress bedding several men and choosing among the best of them. He wanted to see True Grit, instead, the western remake that made both girls wrinkle their nose in distaste. Chris suggested Tron Legacy, which he insisted the kids would like, too. Looking at the offerings, Sharon suggested Gulliver's Travels, which made everyone else laugh, the kids reminding her they weren't really kids any more. They settled on the 1:15 showing of the third installment of the DeNiro Stiller vehicle, 'Little Fockers.' Piling into Sharon's Range Rover, the family laughed and listened to the Christmas carols playing on every station as Chris drove to the nearby multiplex. Sharon barely registered that Chris had said they were meeting friends until she saw Trevor and several other young men standing out front of the theater. There was a mix of letter jackets, and she guessed that the game had jump started several friendships. Several of the young men had little girls fawning over them, she noticed, embarrassed at how her body had responded, seeing the big football player. Leaning over, she wrapped her arms through Chris', smiling up at him, telling herself nothing strange would happen. When she found out that Chris' friends were not all seeing the Fockers, anyway, but several of the movies, all of which started within a few minutes of one another, she was relieved and yet slightly disappointed. Trevor had barely glanced her way, and while she had been happy he would not try to get her to have sex with all of the other assembled boys with her family right there, there was the undeniable bit of arousal at just the thought of it. Chris got their tickets while she and the kids loaded up on popcorn tubs and enormous glasses of soda. She was a little surprised at how busy the theater was, but vaguely remembered reading somewhere that many families took advantage of the day together and with most stores closed to see a film together. The trailers ran, and Sharon managed to forget about the other people in the theater as she held Chris' hand. The more... adult moment of the movie struck a little too close to home, and she leaned over, whispering, "I'm glad we didn't try to do that at home." Chris chuckled, and was busy enough watching the screen he did not see as Sharon's eyes glazed , the housewife remembering what had happened in the hospital bathroom. By the time she shook herself back to the present, she had missed a significant part of the film, and she was so wet she was surprised everyone around them could not detect the scent of her arousal. Her clit was sparking steadily, and after squirming in her seat, unsuccessfully trying to ignore it, she knew she had to take care of it. For a moment she considered pulling her husband's hand to her needing crotch, but reasoned he would be too surprised, and worried about whether she could keep from screaming if he did begin to finger her there in the theater. She leaned over to Chris. "That pop went right through me," she whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom." Chris nodded, fixated on the beautiful brunette nearly throwing herself at Ben Stiller. Sharon got out of her seat, managing not to press her hand against her wanting sex as she hurried out of the dark theater. Kelly and her daughter made no move to join her, although she saw Kelly, who glanced away long enough to wink at her fellow BZ Bitch and lesbian lover. The casual intimacy, right there by the rest of her family, spurred Sharon's arousal. The bathrooms were a distance away along either end of the long corridor, the nearer sign opposite the theater entrance and concession stand. Sharon hurried, aware that she had not been lying entirely to Chris-- she needed to pee as well as cum. As she neared the open doors for the bathrooms, though, the door to the nearest theater opened and Zeke stepped out, smiling at her as if he had somehow known she was coming. Sharon blinked in surprise, looking around to find with a mixture of relief and anxiety that the corridor was otherwise empty. He clit sparked, TWANG. "Need something?" the big football player taunted her. Sharon took a halting step toward the bathroom. "You know," he continued, maneuvering alongside of her, and then between her and the bathroom, "I'm still hot from that show you put on in the basement yesterday." It seemed to Sharon he must be shouting. She looked around again, then glared at young man barely older than her son. "I can't do that here," she hissed, "We'll get caught. I'm not going in the men's room, Trevor." And yet, her body was nearly screaming for her to simply bend over and let him take her there in the corridor. "You'll get in trouble if you go into the ladies' room." He shrugged damnably cocksure. "Well, it might be worth it, or don't you remember, Mrs. Sobel?" he said, and smiled more broadly when Sharon blushed although admitting nothing. "I'll take that as a yes... In fact, you look like you're just about desperate. I bet," he adjusted himself suggestively, "If I pulled it out you'd blow me right here." Sharon barely restrained her whimper, aware that he was most likely right. She needed to cum so badly she could barely think straight. "I mean, seemed okay fucking in your basement yesterday..." He laughed at the way the helpless white housewife's body spasmed. She was good and hooked, all right. And she was hot as hell, so he was happy Dave had given him Kelly's cell number. The little brunette was going to be fun, too, but he wanted to play more with this hottie... He had already told Dave he would soon enough be able to compare mother and daughter. He caught her elbow, "I think we can find a solution, though." Sharon let the strong young man guide her through the door between the bathrooms, labeled 'family.' She had never paid attention to it before, her kids have been old enough to go on their own before such rooms had come into vogue. He smiled as she took in the small space... a toilet with room to maneuver a wheelchair, a sink and mirror, and on the opposite wall a baby changing station, harshly lit by fluorescent bulbs, the speckled tile floor designed to hide stains. It was nicer than the hospital bathroom, she thought absently, that memory spurring her arousal. She knew they had to act quickly if this was going to happen; she wished she knew how much of the movie was left. Without thinking about it, Sharon dropped into her working mode. She made sure the door was locked-- remembering that Donnie had not bothered with that, she had already adopted that simple protection. Turning, she found Trevor leaning against the sink, smirking at her. Though she was angry at his attitude, Sharon was also too hot to really argue. She dropped to her knees in front of him, deftly fishing his already semi-erect cock from his jeans, and plunging her mouth down on him, sucking hungrily and bobbing her head as well. "Yeah, slut," Trevor patted her head, then let her keep working, his camera phone recording a great POV segment of his cock pumping in and out of her lips, "Guess you were pretty hot after all." Sharon did not respond, working him eagerly, her own need buzzing in her senses, amplified as she reached into her new track pants and began to finger her dripping sex. The need to have feel Trevor inside of her was intense, and she whined her need when he pulled her up by the hair a moment later, turning her away, the movement pulling his rigid cock from her mouth. "Grab the sink," he demanded, barely waiting as Sharon pushed the pants and her thong down before he moved up behind her. She expected him to spear into her... welcomed it, really. Instead, the muscular high school senior slipped his erection over her swollen, wanting sex, the crown of the bulbous tip brushing her clit as he pressed his hips against her bare ass, teasing her instead. Sharon twitched her hips, trying unsuccessfully to shift him inside of her sex. "Mmm," Trevor teased, leaning down to nip at the back of Sharon's neck, "So you want this, then?" Sharon nodded her head, bracing against the sink and pushing back, tilting her pelvis, desperate to feel him inside of her. He did not relent, teasing back and forth, pausing so she would think he was going to take her, then slipping past her drooling opening again and again. Then he backed up, until the heavy head of his cock was barely teasing against her thrusting bottom. "I didn't hear you," he said, while trying to hold his camera phone steady, catching the agonized arousal of the beautiful housewife in the mirror. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D "Fuck me!" Sharon moaned, hips humping back at him uselessly, "Give me your cock." The pressure she felt was incredible, a need she could not deny. "Fuck me, please!" Trevor waited again, until Sharon was sure he was going to go on teasing her, and wondering if she might go crazy waiting to cum. She gave a choked cry as he easily thrust his erection fully into her, pausing at the bottom of the stroke, letting her feel him, filling her up. Sharon whined in protest when he backed out, hands pressing against the front of the sink as she moved back, into his next thrust. His hips slapped against her ass, the sound filling the small room, and immediately repeated as he set a fast tempo, fucking into her in full strokes as fast as he could. Sharon twitched and moaned but met his thrusts, knuckles white on the black marble veneer of the sink. She was close... so close... somehow, though, his thrusting shaft was not getting her off. She tilted her pelvis, wanting to feel him moving against her clit again, or to stroke her G-spot... Anything to get off. She heard his breath as he panted, the sound echoing in the room. "Spank me!" she gasped, "Fuck me harder, daddy!" Trevor backed out fully in answer, landing a stinging swat to the right side of her ass, which made Sharon gasp. She bobbed her naked ass at him lewdly, hungry to have him resume fucking her. "Don't tease," she whined, wondering how he so easily took control of her, when at Go's she was the one making the men beg, "Please, Trevor... fuck me... let me cum." He fed her his cock again, but slowly, laughing as she twitched and jerked on it. "No fair!" she whined, "Fuck me, please!" "Shhh, slut," Trevor chuckled, "Who knows who's out there listening... Maybe hubby's come looking for you. Ahhh," he feigned a reaction, "That made your tight little cunt grab hold," he taunted her, "You get off thinking of hubby finding you getting railed?" Sharon shook her head, and was horrified at the thought, but he had said her pussy responded... could she want Chris to find her like this? Before she could think it through, the younger man reached down around her naked haunch, his big hand coming to rest just below her pubic bone. He applied external pressure while driving into her hard and fast, tilting his pelvis so he could feel the head of his cock drag over the front of her vaginal vault as he buried himself. His long third finger dropped, applying pressure to her clit at the same time, something he had seen demonstrated on an online site. He held the camera phone to the side, hoping for an impressive reaction. One moment Sharon was desperately trying to get enough friction from Trevor's teasing cock to cum. The next instant, she was wide mouthed, struggling to breathe. It seemed that every muscle from her diaphragm to her knees was clenched, cramping painfully at the same moment that she was cumming and cumming impossibly hard. Her focus narrowed, until she was aware of how the big football star was applying pressure... stimulating clit and G-spot simultaneously and without pause. She found her voice, loudly crying out, nearly screaming, the words gibberish as she tried to urge Zeke to fuck her harder while simultaneously begging him to wait. There was a strange noise, she realized as she quieted... an irregular splashing. She opened her eyes, looking into the mirror for the first time to watch as Trevor went on filming what was happening with his camera phone. It was not pointed at her face, though, and only then did Sharon look down her body to see the fountain of liquid erupting from her sex. She lunged up, impaling herself on Zeke's big cock as she tried unsuccessfully to get her new pants out of the impossible flow of honey. Trevor caught her hips, though, having released the pressure he had been applying. Sharon barely managed to catch hold of the sink edge again as the young man began to thrust into her almost violently again for a moment before he held himself inside of her, panting with his release. Despite her awareness that her pants were a mess, Sharon came again, as well. When the young tough pulled out a moment later, she leaned fully on the sink for a moment, struggling to calm her breath. "Not supposed to cum... inside," she panted. Trevor snorted. "That didn't stop you yesterday," he taunted her, "And I hear you safe, so long as it's just us BZ." Sharon blushed, trying to remember if she had told Shaun or Dave about the IUD. Reaching down, she found that her pants were thoroughly soaked. Before she could say a word, though, Zeke had her by the elbow, half dragging her in an arc until she was standing in front of the toilet. He held her up with one hand, pointing the camera at her from where he stood to the side. "Pee!" he ordered. Sharon blushed, certain she had just peed herself as he had fucked her. "I can't," she managed, "I already did." He laughed. "Oh no, little bitch," he taunted, "That wasn't pee... Now go ahead." "Let me sit down," she could not believe what he was doing. He shook her. "What do you do when you're given an order by a BZ Brother?" Sharon swallowed, then tried to focus on her bladder... It still felt full, the realized with some surprise. A moment later, a wide irregular stream of urine arced from her sex into the toilet. "Good slut," Trevor teased, "See, I told you it wasn't pee." He let go, still filming as Sharon wavered, liberally peeing over the toilet seat, in a parody of peeing like a man. It was almost straight down after the first aching arc of pale yellow fluid, but she was getting it into the toilet, she realized with surprise and pride. She looked up, smiling in her surprise, and barely aware that Trevor was still recording. "We do that a couple more times and you'll be so good at it you'll soak the bed when you play with yourself," he taunted, while tucking himself in one handed. Sharon hesitated when the stream stopped... unsure what she should do. "We shake it," Trevor taunted, and the white housewife responded with a hip shimmy and a lewd smile, all of it on the surprisingly high resolution of Trevor's phone. Without waiting for Sharon, the big ballplayer moved to the bathroom door, "Thanks, slut... I don't want to miss the end of my movie..." Sharon gasped, throwing herself away from the opening as Trevor opened it. "Wait!" she nearly shouted, quieting the plea at the last in case it attracted more attention from whoever was outside. "What, you want to leave with me?" Trevor offered that maddening smile, "I think that might draw some attention." "I can't go out like this!" Sharon had pulled her track pants up, aware that the entire front was soaked with her fluids. Trevor shrugged, looking out the still open door. "Ain't nobody coming right now," he shrugged, still smiling, "Go on back in, then spill your drink on your fine cunt." And then he stepped out and disappeared. By the time Sharon got to the closing door, he had already slipped back into the theater. Glancing left and right, she verified what he had said... there was nobody nearby. As she exited, though, an employee turned into the corridor, fortunately coming from the direction opposite where she was headed. She tried to guess how long they had been in there... 10 minutes? It was a relief that the movie was still running when she got back inside. After letting her eyes adjust for a moment, she hesitantly made her way back to the others, praying it stayed dark enough to hide her wet pants. And that there was still something in the glass. "Thought you'd fallen in," Chris teased when she settled beside him again. "What have I missed?" Sharon managed, trying not to let on that she was sitting in wet pants with another man's cum leaking from her just fucked seam... She was horrified that she had not taken time to clean up. Chris was oblivious, whispering the few things she had missed. She was relieved that they had not been going at it for very long after all, even as she found herself wondering how long it would be before she would need to cum again. She bit her lip as the memory of the climax she had just had threatened to begin to build her arousal right then and there. Sharon was nearly vibrating at just the memory of the intensity of her climax, and how utterly she had lost control of herself. Realizing that the film was coming to an end, she grabbed the drink, dismayed at how light it felt, as she feigned taking a drink, loosening the lid at the same time. She moved it back to the cup holder, then 'clumsily' put it down, so that it tipped, spilling the little remaining soda and the ice into her lap. Chris jumped at her choked squeal-- it was cold-- then laughed as Sharon tried to bat the flat squares of ice out of her lap. But that easily Sharon Sobel managed to avoid a second near disastrous discovery of just what she had become by her family, and in barely more than twenty four hours. *** Chris thought she was quiet on the ride home merely because she was embarrassed about having soaked her new pants. And he had to admit, he told her with a smile, she had done a good job-- he had not thought there was that much left, although the glasses were simply huge. Sharon spent the trip wondering if she should go back to school before the break was over to keep her family from discovering she had become a complete slut. And Trevor's words echoed in her ears... would she squirt like that the next time she and Chris made love? She took a long shower when they got home, cautiously playing with herself, then masturbating in earnest to a satisfying climax which did not include another flood, before she put on the sweats that had become her usual attire and went back down to the family. Chris seemed moody when she arrived, and she wondered about it when he asked if she had just forgotten to tell him. Puzzled, she shook her head, answering that she had no idea what he was talking about... while wondering if he had gotten an email with a clip of her behaving like a wanton slut or a package with a DVD or something. Kelly breezed into the room, then, apologizing to Chris, and insisting that she had 'forgotten to tell Sharon,' so Sharon could not have forgotten to tell him. Puzzled, Sharon listened as Kelly elaborated... there was a call for any available BZ Sisters to help with a Christmas charity push, and Kelly had volunteered she and Sharon. Of course, Sharon was able to read between the lines... Dave had some more plans for them for the night... Christmas night! She told Chris Kelly was just doing what they were all supposed to do-- helping whenever they could-- and apologized, promising they would be back as quickly as possible, suggesting the others get Chinese if she and Kelly were not back before dinner. She eyed her friend and lover as she asked, and Kelly shrugged, explaining that she had no idea how long it was going to take, just that they were supposed to be there before 5. She handed Sharon a bag, and Sharon glanced inside, relieved to find a mid thigh skirt and a nice short sleeved polo shirt in the school colors with a proper little BZ logo. She ducked into the bedroom to change, unsurprised at the hip hugging BZ panties that were included, except that they covered more than the usual thongs she wore. When she was ready, she went out, apologizing again, although Chris waved it away, offering his own, and insisting that he was glad they were helping out others who were less fortunate. As they were preparing to leave, though, he came out to the car, standing in the open door to Sharon's Range Rover, which kept Sharon from asking Kelly what the hell Dave had planned. He seemed suddenly at a loss for words, and after a moment he simply reached into his suit jacket and handed Sharon a professionally wrapped gift box... It was longer than her hand but narrow and thin. "I'm sorry, babe," he said, "I know you wanted me home last night... It's silly that I'd be upset at this... I'd just hoped to be able to give this to you at dinner..." Sharon's hands were shaking in relief as much as excitement as she tore the paper away. Inside was a piece to match the tri color diamond earrings he had put in her stocking that morning. She took it out, amazed at how expensive it had to have been, and started to put it around her wrist, but it was clearly too big, and there were no links without jewels that could be removed. "Shar," Chris smiled, "I didn't think you'd wear it every day if it was a bracelet... it won't match everything," he glanced at Kelly, who was nodding, "At least, that's what the expert told me... So it's an anklet." Sharon smiled, nodding. "It's beautiful!" she leapt out of the car to hug her husband, "I love it... I love you!" She climbed back into the big SUV and perched sideways in her seat so that Chris could affix it around her right ankle-- the opposite of the ankle where the delicate tattoo had been placed a few months before. When she put her foot back in under the wheel she looked down, then smiled at Chris, "It even sparkles here in the car... Thank you, baby!" She kissed him, reminded him he had 'one more gift to unwrap' so he shouldn't go to sleep, and then reluctantly she and Kelly waved and pulled out of the drive before Sharon took a chance to ask what was happening. Kelly responded by showing her an address. "I don't know," she shrugged, "But we aren't s'posed to have our costumes or make up, so probably won't be another club." Sharon nodded, angry that the thought of 'dancing' for strangers had started to arouse her. The address was farther east, actually across the state line, on one of the streets Sharon had often heard about... Reality was at least as unsettling, as they passed scantily clad women standing along the streets, interspersed with hard young black men wearing hoodies and crouching on steps or leaning against cars. Stopped at a light, Sharon watched a car pull up to one. The driver handed something out his window, then pulled ahead slowly as the small boy who had taken the money scampered through a doorway into the blackness beyond. At the other end of the building, the car stopped and a second even younger boy appeared, delivering something to the driver who then pulled away. "That was a drug buy," she murmured in shock. Kelly snorted. "You missed the trick on this side," she pointed to the tail end of an old Ford sedan as it disappeared into the alley. Sharon realized that the overweight black woman with pink hair she had noticed as they rolled to the light was no longer standing on the street. For a moment she imagined Shaun and Dave having she and Kelly work like that on the street. She shuddered, trying to reassure herself that she would never do that, no matter what they threatened to do to her. She was acutely aware of the steady gaze of almost all as they drove past, and the pause before the light turned took entirely too long. "One of my friends used to work at Eisenhower hospital down here," she told Kelly, "She told me they said at orientation that driving home at night they should not stop at the lights if there wasn't cross traffic." Kelly just nodded, watching out her side window as they pulled through the intersection. "Dammit, he should tell us what we're going to be doing." She hit the steering wheel, "Men can be such assholes." Kelly snorted, reaching over to squeeze Sharon's thigh reassuringly. She left her hand midway up Sharon's thigh, and the arousal that had been searching for a trigger rushed forward once again. Sharon took a ragged breath. "I'm glad you're here with me." Kelly just squeezed her thigh again. "What happened today?" she asked at the next intersection. Sharon blushed, "Was it that obvious?" "No," Kelly laughed, "Except when you took a drink before you left I could tell it was empty, so that wasn't how your pants got all wet." Sharon giggled, "I'm glad Chris isn't as observant, but he was ogling that brunette in the movie." It was Kelly's turn to laugh at that. She proceeded to explain how Trevor had appeared out of nowhere, and what he'd done to Sharon in the family bathroom in less than ten minutes. "You're shitting me!" Kelly shook her head, "I don't know where to begin... You peed standing up?" Sharon laughed. "Yep, and it actually worked out ok... I suspect I have to stand closer than men do, and it sprays more toward the end, but if you're not sitting down... hell, I might do that whenever I have to pee in public from now on," she wrinkled her nose, "Public toilets are gross." "How did it feel?" Kelly asked. "Peeing standing up?" Sharon considered that for a second, "Actually pretty... liberating... naughty." "No, silly," Kelly rolled her eyes, "When he got you off." "Oh," Sharon considered that... "It was like I was having a whole body cramp... which should have hurt, but I was cumming, too, you know?" Kelly nodded, "Honestly I wasn't even aware it was happening at first, and then I was sure I was peeing, since I had needed to go when we were starting." "Well, it was impressive," Kelly admitted, "Your pants were soaked." "I know... I was sure someone would be able to smell it and know what had really happened." "Your secret's safe with me... this left here, I think..." They turned into the back parking lot of what looked like a church. "Are you sure this is right?" Sharon asked, eyeing the stained glass windows... There were lights on inside, and an array of cars, some nearly as nice as her Range Rover. Before Kelly could respond, there was a rap on the driver's window, making both women jump. A parking lot guard had come up from Sharon's blind spot. "Help you ma'am?" the middle aged dark skinned man asked politely, revealing bad teeth. Sharon looked down, seeing his name plate, which read Juan Robles. "Uhm, we're looking for," Sharon glanced at Kelly, who read the address off of her phone. The man blinked, staring at Sharon for another moment before he looked past her to Kelly. He seemed to relax then. "Oh sure," he smiled at them, "They's expecting you. G'wan up," "Uhm, ok, but where should we park?" Sharon found her anxiety increasing at the prospect of their going inside. She was unsure why. "Heer," the man waved to the other cars, "You go een. I weel keep it safe." Nodding, Sharon reluctantly got out of her car, leaving it running, and taking Kelly's hand, they started up the low concrete steps climbing the berm of sparsely grass covered earth separating the parking lot from the big building. Though not a religiously devout, Sharon had always respected organized religion and did believe that there was Something out there. Somehow the idea of taking part of anything Dave had planned inside a church seemed terribly wrong. But even so, Sharon could not deny that each step closer ratcheted her arousal a bit higher. "I am such a slut," she murmured. "What?" Kelly asked, clutching at Sharon's arm as evidence of her own uncertainty. "Nothing," Sharon shook her head, "Maybe they're going to want me to squirt for the congregation as a baptism." The women laughed at that as they reached the top step and approached the double glass door allowing entry. It was locked, and despite the fact that it was still light outside, Sharon felt very vulnerable. Suddenly she wanted to be inside. A tall, robed black man with a shaven head appeared, wordlessly allowing them entrance, and then with a gesture, leading them along an almost blacked out hall. The women looked at one another, neither daring to speak. After making several turns... enough Sharon doubted she could find her way back outside, the silent guide waved them into a dimly lit room. Sharon could tell there were others inside. But it was so dark she could not make out any detail. Trying to appear calm and self assured, she stepped through the doorway, keeping hold of Kelly's hand. She was aware of an intermittent noise... a low humming... almost sing song. And there was a rhythmic component too that she could not place. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D She nearly screamed when hands caught hold of her, separating her from Kelly. She wondered how they could be so unerring as she was led deeper into the black room, and then after someone put her hand on a table standing before her, gestures made it plain she was to disrobe. She did so, leaving her clothing and purse on the table before being led away. At the next stop, she was handed something... feeling it, she could identify legs including zippers at the calf. The material was heavy and stiff. She reluctantly pulled them on, unsurprised to find they were crotchless, and trying not to be affected at how tightly the material clung to her skin everywhere it touched. Hands pulled a zipper at the back she had not seen, and Sharon imagined she could never get it off without help. She was nudged along, and at the next stop a similar top was tugged into place... long sleeved, with harder pockets into which her hands came to rest, offering her no means of gripping anything. More hidden zippers were tugged, and she felt real fear, knowing that it was not just a sense of helplessness-- her only way out of the clothing would be with someone's help. She tried to see through the blackness... was this happening to Kelly, too? At least she had not heard her friend protest, and so Sharon resolved to be as brave. At the next station a heavy cloak was draped over her shoulders, followed by what felt like an equally heavy and oppressive helmet or hood. The material smelled oily, and abruptly Sharon realized it was rubber, like the wet suit she had worn when she had gone scuba diving with Chris and the kids several years before. The material was so tight against her ears that it was hard to hear anything beyond a roar that reminded her of listening to a seashell. And there was pressure against her eyes, her lashes brushing against something that was in front of them. There was a dulled but clearly metallic 'snap' and then something tugged at the front of her neck; not painful, but nothing she could ignore... The white housewife padded along, keeping slack in the line, for a longer time than had been true before. She was almost sure there was light around her; it seemed like a small amount of light leaked around the tight seal of the rubber pressed against her eyes. She was more aware of the touch of air where the rubber did not cover, and knew that the top she wore had open cups, her breasts only partially covered by the shifting robe that had been put on before the mask. She tried to stay calm as hands yanked her hair though some defect in the rubber above and behind her ears. Hands caught her right calf, lifting her leg, then setting it into the well, she guessed of boots. The angle her foot took was just short of painful, and she could not imagine how high the heel had to be, but she was powerless to stop it from happening as zips or buckles cinched the shoe into place and the calf of her leggings was zipped closed over it. At a tug from the leash, Sharon moved forward, feeling very like an insect as she carefully moved each foot, unsure how much contact she had with the ground. Much of her weight was on the fronts of her shins, the shoes were so severely angled. She became aware others were moving in the same way to either side. They were stopped once again, and a straw was pushed to her mouth. She took a sip, then at a yank of the leash she began to drink as quickly as she could, by then reassured at the sweet familiar taste of a Mind Eraser. She realized she was smelling weed, and inhaled hungrily, having not been high since returning for break. She had finished a second drink and had been enjoying the smoke for several minutes before she was led forward once again... or maybe sideways, she thought and giggled. When she stopped moving, make up was applied almost brusquely, including something cold applied to her breasts and sex before she and the others were again brought along by their leashes. Though muffled by the mask, the sounds changed as she and at least two others carefully moved up in a spiral... a ramp, she realized, glad they were not taking steps... and the next moment having to carefully negotiate three wide low steps before being brought to a halt. There were echoes, and Sharon was certain she had been brought into the main room... the sanctuary, she thought with a giggle that a yank on the leash cut off short. She was aware of the others... more than just two, shifting nervously beside her. The air felt alive with pulsing sound... low chanting and a rhythmic beat. Helpless before it, the overwhelming feeling Sharon got was of sexual potency. She gasped as her nipples and clit began to burn, the sensation triggering a series of the deeper 'TWANG' she was long used to, each pushing her arousal a notch higher. The was led forward again, the light so bright when they stopped that Sharon could make out movement around her. Her thighs came to a stop against a rail, higher than the communion rail she remembered being in most churches. Her feet were kicked apart, and the blonde housewife struggled to maintain her balance on the tiny footprints of the heels as her feet were forcibly placed slightly more than shoulder width. There was a tug on the leash, and Sharon bent at the waist over the rail. When the tugging on the leash stopped, she tried to raise up, but found that the lead had been fixed somewhere ahead of her, anchoring her in the lewd straight legged bent over position. She already wished it was more of a table than the rail, her abdominal muscles protesting holding her torso in that position. There was movement around her, the same pressure, air currents, and rhythm, vibrating up from the floor. Hands came to rest on the sides of her mask after another minute, and abruptly the smoked lenses were lifted, unblocking her vision. Sharon winced at the kaleidoscope of light. There were bright fluorescent lights being shone through stained glass panels that were rotating, casting an eerie spectral color show over everything. Other lights reflected off of a mirror ball like those she remembered from the roller rink, where it was rotating on the floor. All of it was painfully bright, even the candles she could see flickering around the room. And the movement she had seen before was she assumed BZ members, though they were dressed in strange feather and leather costumes, which reminded her of the International Geographic pictures of African tribes. The men-- they were all men, she quickly noted-- moved in a steady choreographed manner, clapping hands, slapping one another's hands, and stomping, then spinning, muscular legs describing intricate patterns before there was more clapping. There was a steady low chant she heard through the mask, the overall impression so powerfully sexual her burning nipples and sex seemed to pulse in time with their language. The men were masked, and Sharon could see that there were more women than she had thought arrayed in a circle in various positions... Every other woman was bent at the waist as she was. The intervening women leaned on their backs against the rail, or lay on their belly or back on the floor. There were markings on the forehead of each of the women Sharon could see... 9 of them without turning her head, which she chose not to do, not wanting to earn any punishment. The symbols were small, but they were clearly different, and she wondered if this was representative Sisters from other regional frats. Between each pair of posing women stood a Sister in a black hooded robe. They kept their heads down, the hood masking their identities. There was a gap in the rail between the woman across from her and the semi-reclining woman to her immediate left. Sharon noticed the men were moving purposefully, circling one clockwise, the next counterclockwise around the inside of the circle of women, maintaining their careful movement, following the drum cadence. Glistening black skin interrupted the light hitting the mirror ball, changing the shadows, the light somehow emphasizing the color of their skin, even in the swirling colored lighting. It was erotic, and Sharon's need to get off was taking over her focus. The cadence changed after a minute, and the men passing before Sharon swung short leather braids on wooden sticks in planned arcs, one after another. She gasped at the tickle, and then the subsequent sting as the men moving behind her began to land the tip on her ass... And then the crops were stretching out, slapping at her bare, hanging breasts, as well. She missed the change because of that the first time one of the dancers moved past close behind, his thighs brushing her ass. She shivered, trying to push back, welcoming the contact, wanting more. The men smoothly pivoting in front of her, she realized were no longer wearing their loin cloths.. Her eyes saw bobbing, swinging black cocks... most at least semi-erect, and the pressure of the masculine hips pressing against her ass every few seconds quickly made the white housewife anxious for more. She did not have long to wait... With impressive synchronicity the men moving behind the circled bound women pivoted, stepping forward, and unerringly hammering their erections into the helpless BZ Bitches. A mewling cry rose from 16 female throats, though Sharon was only aware of her own scream. She nearly came on that first incredible stroke, but then the man was gone, her sex empty and hungry for contact. A few rhythmic beats later, and the process was repeated by a different cock. Sharon pressed back, her body responding to the invasion, hungry for more. He was already gone, though. She struggled to ignore that need, focused on the beat... counted. On the eighth a new shaft drove into her, the brutal thrust of the man opposite the circle into one of her sisters an exact reflection. It continued, a single full thrust every eight beats, maddeningly slow. Sharon twitched her bottom, hungry for the contact as the fourth or fifth cock prepared to lance into her. Her initiative was punished, the silent woman she had forgotten standing out of sight to her side smartly whipping the bare edge of her ass with a crop. Sharon froze, and the thrust an instant later was more overwhelming because of it. She barely managed to keep from crying out, and on the next eight beat, there was a plaintive cry from across the circle to her left. The hooded female sentinel spun and almost magically affixed a ball gag over the helpless woman's mouth, then snapped the goggles back into place as an added punishment. Sharon guessed that most of the other women could see that, and somehow even the girls to either side, who could not have seen, somehow realized that their silence was demanded for the strange ceremony. She wondered if they were supposed to be trying to get the men off, 'weeding them out' as she had at the Christmas party, but even being able to anticipate each thrust, the men were inside of her too briefly for her to really work them with her pelvic floor muscles, and she was afraid to shift after being punished and having seen how one of her sister's had been corrected. She knew the men were moving in a pattern, around the outside and crossing through the middle in both directions, a sort of figure 8 or yin and yang pattern. For a time she tried to count how many, but with the costumes, and the lights and the movement none looked so different that she could be certain of the number... She guessed there were 16 women in the circle, and with nearly that many men crossing the center, it could easily be 40 men. For a moment Sharon was horrified to find herself thinking that 40 was not such a big number. The tingling of her nipples and sex, though, made keeping such thoughts for more than a few moments difficult, as did the periodic forceful penetrations. Sharon wondered how long it would last, having long since lost count of the number of times a cock had been driven home. Her focus shrank to that second when she would be filled... Then on a seven count there was a strange noise... a ringing bell. The anticipated-- welcomed-- thrust of a hard cock fully into her dripping sex did not occur. Sharon's eyes moved side to side, verifying that it was true as far around the circle as she could see. The blindfolded girl wavered... or shimmied. The beat resumed, but with a doublet repeated for the first beat of the cadence, and with it, the young man behind Sharon drove into her twice. Only to be gone again. She bit her lip, struggling not to cry out at how delicious the second unexpected thrust had been. She realized after the next double thrust that the tempo had increased as well... it was less than a second between the beats, whereas before... She trembled at the next delicious invasion. Across from her, the blindfolded girl spasmed visibly and went on shaking when the man who had been beside her moved away. The silent woman standing to her side lifted her right arm, after exchanging the crop she had been holding for the peacock feather that had been in her left hand. For a moment Sharon envied the girl, wishing she could get off as easily. Her body was trembling, too, desperate for release, and thinking about anything else was getting harder to do. The moments she was not reveling in being penetrated, she spent desperately trying to be quiet and still. There was a plaintive 'No!' barely audible over the drums after the next doublet, and while she could not see what was happening, Sharon knew, having seen it before. The steady beat, the symmetric movement of the young men was beautiful, though, and Sharon wanted to watch it. At some point, after coherent thought and reason had fled, there was another change, 'taka-at-taka' immediately after the doublet. Sharon was barely aware of it, until she was again impaled, but after only four beats, and only once. The alternating single and doublet went on, building her nearly to a climax. She watched the girl ahead and to her right begin to twitch, obviously cumming. There was commotion to her right, and she guessed another girl was finding relief. She threw bitter curses at them, wishing it was her for a few seconds before realizing what a spiteful bitch she was. The woman standing across the circle to her right remained in place, the feather and crop now raised, held out slightly over the girl to either side. The men were nearly running through the circle, maintaining the appropriate spacing to go on with the maddening dance. The bell rang again on count three, and it was a double spearing every four beats, the delicious pressure and friction building Sharon to the edge of her orgasm, without pushing her over. She wished her hands were free, sure she could trigger her release before the woman watching over her could react. Instead, she remained helpless to do more than anxiously welcome each thrust. Around her, the sentinels were 'correcting' more of the women. Sharon shuddered at the thought of the kaleidoscope of color and muscle and skin being stolen away, even as she ground her teeth at the effort it took to keep from crying out. There was a shocking jangle of bells, and the tempo changed yet again, the maddening doublet at the 4 beat, with three slower strokes beginning between the seventh and eighth beats, and carrying into the space between the first and second. On the first such series, there was a cry of relief to Sharon's right that sounded very much like Kelly. Sharon was nearly there as well, she knew, praying for a repetition of the triple stroke. The double thrust at the middle of the series, though, was not enough, and then the three slower thrusts seemed just a tease... She wanted to be fucked hard and fast, like the quick pair of thrusts. And then the strange jangle of several bells or cymbals was repeated. The men stopped moving, except to stomp in place, and Sharon realized that the majority of what she had been hearing... was physically feeling, was from the impact of dozens of feet on the floor in rhythm. The men in the center of the circle marched out to either side, leaving it vacant except for the silently revolving mirror ball. The bright lights hitting it were redirected, and Sharon gasped at the raw power emanating from the man that stepped into the circle from the space to her left, out of her line of sight. He was at least seven feet tall, wearing a headdress that would not have looked out of place on a Native American chief. He used a twisted wooden cane as jet black as the darkest participant's skin, a heavy bulb at the tip polished to a gleaming ebony. His stride matched the still moving feet of the others, but his steps were longer, and then he was moving around the mirror ball, raising his arms, to thrust his fists at the sky at which point all was silent. "It is done," his deep baritone echoed in the large sanctuary, "You have proven yourselves the master of all but one... who will be mine to claim." The men she could see on the outside of the circle dropped to one knee, heads bowed. The figure at the middle of the circle lifted a silver coil from his right hip. He shook it out, still holding the oversized cane in his left hand, and expertly flicked the coil, which rattled like a fine chain against the marble floor, as it snaked out almost directly at Sharon. She barely contained her gasp of surprise when the women to either side of her caught her shoulders, the woman to her left catching the free end and rising, replacing the lead anchoring Sharon into place on the collar of her mask. Holding her by the shoulders, Sharon was brusquely moved upright, the change making her back protest at how long she had been in the awkward position, even as her abdominal muscles unclenched for the first time since she had forgotten they were cramped and hurting. She raised her head, not wanting anyone to see subservience or pain, and hobbled along between the guides as gracefully as she could manage, the discomfort of her weight settling on her calves a welcome relief compared to what her torso had been enduring... at least for a moment. They moved around the rail at which she had been imprisoned, the lead now attached to her collar being taken in by the huge man standing in the middle of the circle. Sharon shuddered, wondering how any human could be so large. When they came to a stop in front of him, though, Sharon stared defiantly upward, a challenge, despite the persistent buzz of her nipples and clit, that need for release momentarily blocked by pain and fear and steroid amplified will. "Spirit," the man intoned, and up close she could see that he was older... Not the oldest BZ member she had met, but older than most. "I like that." He held out a hand and one of the silent women to her side held out the crop , handle first. The man took it, swirling it expertly in a figure eight before the women. Sharon did not flinch. He studied the crop, "Ah, from a local chapter," he smiled, showing bright white teeth, "I see the stories about you have some merit." Sharon felt proud but did not let her expression change. "Nevertheless, you are a BZ Bitch... You need to be reminded who is your master." He had brought the cane, taller than Sharon was, in close as he spoke, and abruptly thrust it to the side in the direction that he had entered the circle. The women responded immediately, herding the helpless white housewife through a left turn and out of the circle. Having come in blinded to what was happening, Sharon had not seen the sanctuary beyond the wide flat expanse of marble where the circle had been formed. It had obviously been where the pews had once been arrayed, she thought absently as she approached the same type of low wide marble steps that led to the paired black wood pulpits and between them, the ornate black wood and jeweled throne. Behind her, the beat of pounding feet resumed, at some unseen signal. Sharon wondered if she was going to be draped over the wide arm of the throne to be pummeled by the giant she had just met... part of her welcomed the possibility, still aroused and anxious to cum, while part worried he would truly destroy her if he was at all proportionate. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16 Chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas... Sharon rolled to her left... or tried to roll; the heavy blanket kept her from moving very much. She smiled, enjoying the warm bed, and the full, heavy pillow. She settled back, reveling in that semi-lucid lucky time when you can control your dreams, if only for a moment. What was it that Lisa had called it... becoming one with the blankets. The sleepy housewife giggled at that memory, from the last time she had been able to sleep in, after enjoying a prolonged lesbian threesome with Kelly and the shapely blonde ZB Sister who had started working with them at Go's. It had started their first day back after the eventful Christmas vacation. They had not been back a day from Christmas break when Dave had sauntered in during the first of 'Fallen Angels' practice sessions before the lunch crowd began to trickle in. He had a pretty, still shy younger woman in tow. The pair had paused to watch Sharon and Kelly before visiting with Go. Sharon had been sure she could hear her fellow ZB Bitch's cries of pleasure before they came out and Go had explained that they wanted to add Lisa to she and Kelly's duo. Kelly had immediately pointed out that they were doing pretty well as a pair. Dave had answered that there weren't many trios working that he knew of. And Go had agreed, adding that having three women would allow them all more 'flexibility.' Sharon had wondered what that meant, but the men's tone had left no doubt the ladies were not being asked for their opinions or given a vote. So Lisa had started to work with them. Fortunately, though shy, she was a ZB Bitch; she had done enough dancing someplace that she fit in faster than Sharon or Kelly had expected. And the men had been right... Having a girl on each pole with a third working the rail, not to mention having all three pawing at one another had really driven the men wild; they had made Friday night money on Monday night when they did their first set as a trio. Even though Lisa was still obviously less experienced, there had been no complaints; only the dancers seemed to know that their routines had not been perfect. Having the extra body had also made Sharon's shifts in the champagne room a little less frantic. Go's decision had been that she and Kelly would do a set, she and Lisa did a set, and Kelly and Lisa did a set, as well as one or two sets of all three working it for the crowd. As she was cleaning up after 'entertaining' her fifth fan of the night on Tuesday night, Sharon had begun to agree with something she had heard Go say to Dave earlier that night when the men had not known she was nearby: she might need to go back on the testosterone cream. Dave had snorted, asking if Go had enjoyed having her being one cross word from hulking out into a raging bitch, and the big club owner had chuckled, assuring Dave that he had seen bigger prima donnas with less upside. Go had continued, telling Dave the more dominant 'Sharon on T' had been a better draw than the 'new year's Sharon' on stage. They had moved out of her hearing at that point, but Sharon wished Dave would listen to Go. She wanted it, though, for a different reason; the trapped white housewife had been more able to dominate the men who were enjoying her when she had been using the cream. That meant they had gotten off faster, and she had spent less time with her legs spread, cheating on Chris. Not to mention that she had orgasmed like a wild woman fucking on the cream. Such thoughts brought a ready flush of pleasure between Sharon's legs, and she absently fingered herself, or thought she did, anyway... maybe she was just masturbating in her dreams, she thought with a broader smile. It was a good thing she was so easily excited, she knew... From the morning of their first day back, the third day of the new year, Sharon's life had been a blur. Before Dave's appearance the first morning at practice, Go had angrily pushed them, complaining that clearly they had not been 'working on shit' while they were 'visiting home.' He had insisted they do a set at lunch, and she and Kelly had each done a solo set, which of course had turned into time in the blue room. Sharon had been surprised that the first 'guest' had not been her usual admirer at all, but a foreigner with white skin so tanned it looked like leather. The man had been so gaunt Sharon had wondered if he had cancer or something, but he had been anything but frail. She had gasped in real surprise, impressed at the size of his cock, and at the fervor he had shown in using it, pounding into her on the cushion in missionary position until she had cum twice and had asked him in a panting breath if he wanted to try a different position, mostly so she could get a break. He had shrugged, backing out, and Sharon had used the opportunity to roll onto her stomach. The stranger with the clipped guttural accent had taken his cue, spearing into her from behind, fucking her doggy style to his climax a few minutes later. By then she had remembered where she had heard the accent... several of the men visiting her apartment before Christmas break had spoken that way. What had one called it? Afrikaners. The skinny man had buttoned his pants-- clearly not American clothing-- and she had thanked him reflexively, trying to ignore the protest in muscles and joints as she had stood to escort him out of the room. That's when he had asked her if he wasn't better than her kaffirs. Puzzled, Sharon had assured him he was great. It had not been what he wanted to hear, she could tell, the way his brows had moved close. That suddenly, though, Raoul had been beside them, asking the man if he was trying to make trouble. Smiling blandly, the man had held a hand up as a dismissive answer to Raoul's question. Sharon was struggling to understand what had happened, including why the strange man had kept the condom he had been using. The gaunt older man had removed a battered wallet, stripping from a thick wad of foreign currency two bills before reaching into his pocket and adding a shiny gold coin, which he had set on Sharon's dress where it had come to rest on the cushion sometime before. He had winked at the puzzled housewife, then let the big bouncer guide him out of the mostly empty champagne room. Sharon had picked up the notes, red and orange paper much different than American dollars, the orange marked 200 with a Jaguar on one side and a familiar black face on the other, the red bill marked 50 with a lion on one side and with the same figure on the other. There were words at the edges of the bills, but in the dim light of the champagne room she had not been able to read them. The coin was heavy for it's size, with an antelope of some sort on one side. She had shrugged into her dress and padded to the changing room, but had only had time to put the strange money in her purse before Geoff had been in the doorway, calling her name and motioning for her to join him. It had been less of a surprise when her second 'guest' was an almost carbon copy of the first man. He had been less endowed, but had been more intent on pleasuring her, which was not the usual practice for men spending time with her at Go's. Sharon had climaxed repeatedly before he had stiffened, filling his condom as she rode him cowgirl style on the broad cushions. He had also been more profuse in his thanks, though the words had sounded odd with his clipped accent. Like the man Sharon had assumed was his friend, this admirer had kept his condom. Sharon had hugged his arm, leading him out and had thanked him honestly for being such an attentive lover. The man had blushed, obviously pleased at the compliment, and his flustered response had delighted Sharon, the mood broken only when he had paused at the exit, slipping her a single shiny gold coin. It had looked nearly identical to Sharon in the dim light, but was larger and was noticeably heavier. It had been a truly busy night for the by then dragging housewife. She had serviced ten men between her sets. Two had been 'regulars' she had come to enjoy fucking for knowing how to get them off and how to get them to tip her well. One had been a new soldier who had panted to her afterwards that his buddy had insisted he should wait and save his money to enjoy her, adding that she had been worth every penny. While wondering just how much she had cost the men, Sharon had hugged him, thanking him for making is so special for her, too. It always amazed her how much the men wanted to hear that... how easily they believed she meant it. And that because they believed her that they would be back to use her again. The other five had been like the first pair... that clipped foreign accent. Sadly, all but the second seemed intent only on getting off with her by fucking into her as hard and fast as they could. And all had seemed to have some need to have her assure them they were better than the men who were usually between her legs. She had collected tips in the form of the unusual bills like the first, including another 200, two 100's, which were green with a bull or a buffalo of some sort on them, and three more 50's. And she had been gifted by each with another of the strange gold coins, three of the four the smaller coin, barely larger than a nickel. Go had personally shooed her out of the club at 2:30, warning her not to fall asleep yet, his not so subtle way of alerting Sharon that she would be servicing still more men. Sharon had not had time to consider the men's gifts, much less eat, because a lanky middle aged man with dyed black hair had followed her up the walk when she parked out front of her condo. He had been polite but insistent, and Sharon had not had to ask how he had learned about her, given that almost sexy clipped accent. He had elected to take her leaning over the back of the sofa in the front room as they watched a tape of her 'performance' during the award show from before Christmas break. It had been on a commercial grade disc that he had brought, asking her to sign it and then pose-- naked, after they had completed the act-- while holding for a photo with his cell phone. He had been squarely in the 'average' equipment department, and while he had not been overly imaginative or intent on her pleasure he had slipped a callused hand around her hip, teasing her clit as he had fucked into her, which had been enough for Sharon to get off a minute or two before he had finished. He had declined the bathroom, buttoning up and then leaving after setting the increasingly familiar small gold colored coin and two of the 50 bills on the end table and thanking her for letting him 'enjoy himself.' so thoroughly. She had 'entertained' four additional guests without real pause, once meeting her next suitor as she saw the last out, skin still slick with the heat of their coupling. Instead of being upset, the new man had simply nodded at the other, as if they had met that way before. Panting, wondering if she was done, after closing the door behind the fifth foreigner, Sharon had groaned upon seeing that it was nearly 5AM on Tuesday morning. She had cleaned up and fixed a cup of easy Mac cheese and pasta, washing it down with a mimosa she had made from the orange juice and champagne 'pop' bottles that were nearly the only things in her fridge except for beer. Glancing out the window at the lightening sky, she had seen the early risers jogging along the tree lined street between her small place and the campus. Aware that she would soon be working again, Sharon had collapsed on the sofa after setting both the alarm clock by the bed and the alarm on her phone just in case. The phone was back in the front room, and after she had sat down, getting up to stagger back to the bed had been just too big an effort to attempt. She had jerked awake at the blaring of both alarms just before nine on Tuesday morning. Sitting up, she had glanced out the open front window, absently wondering if that had been open the entire time she had been 'entertaining' the night before, Sharon saw several of the other people that she knew lived in the complex were headed toward the campus, backpacks slung over their shoulders. Gasping in anxiety, Sharon grabbed the phone, calling the frat in a panic... She knew she had not enrolled, and it seemed as if classes had resumed, even though a little voice at the back of her head was chiding her that the new semester did not start until the twenty first. The voice on the other end had laughed, assuring her she had 'been taken care of,' and adding that he was looking forward to seeing her at the back to school party when school had started. The innuendo in his voice had been enough to spark arousal despite the aches pervading the housewife's body after the extended performances she had put on the night before. Tuesday had been a repetition of the day before... the girls spent the day at the club working on, then practicing 'live' their routines. Sharon had spent more time in the champagne room, servicing the seemingly unending string of foreigners and the odd regular guest through lunch and without pause until their first group set at eight that evening. That night she had serviced four regulars and three new local 'fans' before the end of her shift, as well as putting out for another six of her 'overseas admirers' as one of the other dancers termed them. Her purse had been noticeably heaver as she finally dragged herself out to the car after 3AM on Wednesday morning. She had found a stack of books on her table when she went inside, never wondering how the ZB members had gotten them there. There had been a print out of her schedule, as well as the breakdown showing what class on what day. Before she could pore through the schedule, though, there had been a knock on the door. The exhausted white housewife had been kept busy for another two hours servicing four additional 'fans' Go or Dave had sent to her condo. After the last, an older almost skeletal man, had left-- the requisite coin shining where it had landed on the carpet after he had casually flipped it at her from the open door-- Sharon had paused to scoop it up, resolving to learn about the coins the next day... or later that day, she scolded herself, blinking in diminishing interest and focus at the books and paperwork on the table. She had stared at the shiny coin in her hand, then at the door, reminding herself to lock up. She had blinked, aware she had been standing for some time without doing anything... and that she was supposed to be doing something... shower? Eat? Sleep. She had forgotten about the door as she staggered into her bedroom and flopped onto the tousled sheets, wondering how she had ever been able to handle so many men in twenty four hours... or for that matter, in a single night. Lisa and Kelly had noticed Sharon was dragging during practice on Wednesday. The young blonde had offered Sharon a packet of Spark, laughing when Sharon had insisted she did not want any drugs. Both girls had explained it was like those five hour energy shots that the guys were taking. And Sharon had admitted to herself that it had kept her going through their practice that morning, after which the... activity that was continuing at an unheard of pace had been more than enough to keep her up and running. Wednesday night, though, Dave had been in Go's office when Sharon had arrived after their second set, responding to one of the new dancers saying 'see the boss,' when the new trio got back stage. There had been a young woman and an older man with them. Sharon had blinked in surprise when Dave had told her that the woman needed to collect some blood from the blonde housewife. Sharon had been horrified, wondering what was wrong, and how she had been exposed, since Shaun and Dave had assured her the frat was careful about that. Even so, she had been distracted by Go, whose glower had held her attention where the big club owner was sitting in his overstuffed desk chair. She had tried to get them to explain what was happening, but at a look from Dave, Sharon had settled into the corner seat of the sofa, letting the mousy woman position her arm. She had looked too young to be a nurse, Sharon had thought idly, but the young woman had been skilled; Sharon had barely felt the needle slip in. For a moment she had wondered if they might have something they could give her to help her make it through the night, but had quickly pushed such thoughts away; she was not going to become some junkie. "This really fucks up my business," Go had growled when the woman was done, having handed Sharon a cotton ball that she was to hold with her elbow bent for five minutes. "You should've cleared it with Shaun and I first," Dave had answered without any sympathy for the older man. "I told you," Go had countered, "I didn't advertise... The damn Afrikaners just started showing up... I had guys asking for our pet housewife before Christmas... some weren't very happy to find she was on vacation," he arched an eyebrow and glared at Dave, who rolled his eyes. "And they won't be happy that they don't get a taste." "Seriously?" Dave snorted, "Let them enjoy any of our other girls... They'll never get better trim." "What can I say, sex tourism is all the rage there and in Australia," Go shrugged, "And You started it, when you put her on television." "They should have made sure she would be here before they bought their tickets," Dave answered, "Tell them to come back, or stay a week, or offer her partner..." Sharon had wondered if Dave meant Kelly or Lisa. "Hell, send them West," Dave continued mysteriously. Go snorted, and Dave laughed, "I'll make sure that you get a finder's fee." "Fuck you, Dave," Go's voice had been dangerously quiet, "I'm not pimpin' for anyone else." "Sure you are," Dave laughed again, "The minute you started using ZB merchandise you were pimping for us." Sharon had not stayed to listen to more, not wanting to have either of the obviously angry men take their anger out on her. Even though she had come to terms with what she was, the idea that Go saw himself as her pimp... she had shuddered, in part because despite her unease at hearing her reality discussed so frankly, her body had responded to the big man's presence and the memory of what Go could do to her, which had been more powerful than her shame at being made to fuck strangers for the big club owner's profit. She had been puzzled when the bouncer at the pass from the back stage to the main room refused to let her out to work the customers but had also denied that she had an appointment in the champagne room. Instead, he had told her to just sit in the dressing room until her next set. It had proven harder than she expected. She had tried distracting herself by watching the various camera feeds, but that had quickly proved more arousing than distracting, and she did not want the other girls to find her masturbating in the dressing room. She had also quickly tired of deflecting questions from the other dances... what was wrong with her, was she all right, had something happened... She had no answers, and worse, it seemed like some of the other dancers were angry that she was not helping on the floor. So she had retraced her steps to Go's office, knocking after a long pause, during which she had twice started to leave. The electric lock on the door had clicked, and she had stepped into Go's office, suddenly feeling very shy. "That was amusing," the club owner had leered at her, "I was thinking you were going to chicken out." Sharon had frowned, puzzled, until Go pointed at his screen, "I was watching you standing in the hall. She had relaxed and smiled sheepishly. He cocked his head, asking, "What's going on?" He had leaned back, obviously relaxed, in his element. For a moment Sharon had wondered if there was a dancer under the table with his big cock in her mouth, and a fierce pang of arousal mixed with jealousy had swept through her. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16 "I..." she had shifted nervously out of the budding need she felt, "I don't understand what's happening." Go had chewed his lip, staring at the beautiful trapped housewife. "I'm not sure that it maters," he had answered honestly, and paused, "But Dave has plans for you this weekend, so you're not allowed to play with any of my customers until you get back." Sharon had blinked in surprise, wondering why Dave had not mentioned anything, then accepting that he seldom told her what he had planned; she did not have any choice, after all. "And will I have to... will I have guests at home?" Go snorted. "If you can't entertain here you damn sure better not be working at home or I'll wring Dave's skinny neck." The flare of anger had made Sharon flinch, and Go nodded, immediately getting himself back under control. "The arrogant little fuck doesn't care that I got to deal with people who spent big money to spend some time with you... Fuckers who don't really like black people at all." Sharon had nodded, and Go's eyebrow had lifted again. Sharon had scrambled to explain herself, "I wondered why there are so many South Africans... uhm, visiting me. I remember a little about the problems there with apartheid." Go had shrugged, relaxing again. "Yeah... It's still a problem. And some of these assholes just want to hear that you like taking their cock as much as mine," he had snorted at the obvious humor in that comparison. "They're willing to pay for tickets across an ocean and to the armpit of this country for 20 minutes between your legs." Sharon had blushed, but Go had wagged a finger at her, "That's real power," he admonished, "The President cannot get other world leaders to fly to DC or New York for a meeting as easily." Sharon had blushed, amazed and proud that she could get men to behave like that. "I'm sorry it's a problem," Sharon told him, "Though to be honest, I enjoy the regulars more." Go had laughed, and Sharon blushed, horrified that she had admitted that... and that it was true. "Oh, it's not that big a problem, little bitch," the club owner was still chuckling, "And believe me these racist assholes pay through the nose for a turn with our best girl." Sharon's blush deepened, her need blossoming. "Don't' you worry about it. Just do what Dave tells you and get back here to tease me with that impossibly hot body." Sharon had smiled at that, automatically assuming a pose she knew was provocative. She wanted to ask about the blood, but sensed Go would not tell her, even if he knew. "Well," she bit her lip enticingly, "I haven't been able to enjoy myself today..." Go snorted, not reminding her that she had been in the champagne room for several hours before Dave had called a stop to things, "And if I can't work the floor, I thought..." She stopped, unbuttoning the front of the top she had donned in preparing to circulate among the customers. Go smiled, letting the aroused white housewife continue her impromptu striptease. Sharon swayed and moved instinctively, muscle memory from hours and hours on stage syncing with the muted sound of the music playing out in the club. She had closed the distance from where she had stopped until she was leaning over Go's broad desk, her bare breasts swaying enticingly. The club owner's eyes followed her every move, and when she climbed up onto the deep mahogany desktop, he pushed farther away from the desk, provocatively lowering his fly. Sharon's breath had increased at the partial sight of his big cock, curled inside his trousers. She felt the flow of her juices as if a spigot had been turned. She deftly stripped her panties off, leaving the micro miniskirt in place before executing a graceful somersault across the tabletop dropping smoothly onto the plush carpet in front of Go's chair, even as her hands eagerly fished the club owner's cock out of his open fly. She did not bother with teasing, sucking him into her throat and bobbing her head eagerly. "Mmmm," Go's big hand had come to rest in her hair, "That tongue stud does make a difference," he admitted, and she giggled around his rising erection, fondling his heavy balls with one hand while frigging her dripping slit with the other. He let her continue until he was fully hard, and then caught hold of her hair, lifting her free. Eyes tearing, Sharon whined, trying to reach him with her tongue, her entire focus having shrunk to getting him off... and getting off herself. "You know we shouldn't be doing this," he had taunted her, "You're supposed to be off limits until you're wherever Dave is taking you." "I don't care," Sharon had whined, "I want it... Please fuck me, daddy... Please?!" Almost before she knew it, Go had pulled her fully up still by the hair, deftly spinning her so that she found herself face down on his desk. The violence and discomfort did not matter, though, because by then he had stepped up, sliding fully into Sharon's wanting sex, and the aroused white housewife was thrashing in an obvious orgasm, hips bucking up and back against him, welcoming his thrusts. He set a languid pace, reaching down to tweak her clit as he relentlessly poled her with his full length. Sharon panted and moaned and climaxed again within a couple minutes. The buzzer rang. Sharon looked over at the monitor by her head. She and Go saw Dave standing in the hallway, staring pointedly up at the camera Sharon had never noticed before. The club owner chuckled, catching Sharon's hips and picking up the pace. "Can't have that little killjoy ruin this, can way?" he grunted. Sharon could not formulate the words to respond, her only awareness that she was about to cum, and her fear that Dave would hear if she cried out the way she wanted. The struggle to keep quiet seemed to increase the power of her climax. And then she felt Go cutting loose deep inside of her. She shuddered, trying to remember if he had done that before. "Don't worry, little bitch," he taunted, "I know you're safe now... This is the way it's supposed to happen," he taunted, slapping her ass, still pulsing within her twitching box, "& I have to make you completely mine after all," he added pointedly. Keeping her impaled on his impressive cock, Go pulled Sharon back until she slipped off of his desk top, almost hitting her head as he settled into his chair. Sharon fell below the desk top, bracing on her hands, and then he was rolling forward, pushing her underneath into the unusually large space beneath his desk. Her body was still trembling from her climax and the sensation of his having filled her up... his big cock still buried inside of her. Go had reached down, tweaking her clit and warned, "Better not make a sound," and then had buzzed Dave into the room. "Did you send her home?" Dave had asked without preamble. "Did I send who home?" Go asked, selecting a page from his in box and lifting the heavy Mont Blanc pen off of the blotter. "Sharon. I told Daniel to have her cool her heels in the dressing room, but she wasn't in there." "You told Daniel..." Go echoed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know Daniel was your employee." "Cut the shit," Dave said impatiently, "Where is she?" "How should I know?" Go shifted in his chair, which made Sharon arch her back, biting her knuckles to keep from moaning. Just staying balanced was difficult, her head below her hips, which were anchored in place by Go's still semi-hard cock. "You told me she was off limits for my customers. I didn't know I was supposed to keep an eye on her," He hit a button on his desk and pointed to the bank of monitors which began to scroll through the various cameras, "Here, look for her..." Of course, neither of them saw her. Go rocked in his seat, enjoying having the helpless white wife at his mercy. He also enjoyed Dave being none the wiser, but he did not want to spoil the ZB schemer's plans; there was a definite upside to having a famous porn star dancing at your club. The combination of pleasant stimuli was quickly bringing him back for more. "Is her car still out in the lot?" Go asked and Dave shrugged. "I don't know. I'll check." Dave started for the door, then paused and turned back, "Can you see if Daniel and the others can find her?" "You're worried about her?" Go cocked his head. Dave shrugged, then nodded. "Like you said, you'll have some unhappy customers. We can't have someone stealing our girl now, can we?" Go nodded, and given what Dave had said, he wondered if somehow the ZB member had a tap on the club's cameras. The cameras in his office he had thought were shielded and safe from prying eyes, but he would have to have that checked. He had expected Dave would say something that would anger his best dancer, pushing her more into his own orbit. Go smiled, wondering how much closer Sharon could get to his orbit as he leaned forward on the desk, pretending to respond to Dave's request, but in reality pushing his resurgent cock fully back into Sharon's still hot sex. There was a muted moan beneath him that he masked by clearing his throat. "I'll do that," he agreed, flipping a switch and telling the security team to keep an eye out for Sharon, adding that when they saw her they should bring her to his office. Dave nodded his thanks and reached he door, but before he could leave Go said, "So if she's off limits to our customers, does that mean you aren't going to get some tonight?" The frat boy barked a laugh. "Fuck no!" Dave snickered, "I know I'm clean. And she's my bitch." Go just nodded, having scored what he wanted, he could tell by the way Sharon had shifted on his gently thrusting cock. Aware that Dave might still know Sharon was there and was playing along, he waited when the other man left until the light on the desk indicated the door had not only closed, but the lock had engaged. Then he rolled back, dragging Sharon, still impaled, out from under the desk. She caught hold of the edge, rising off of her knees and pressing back, taking him to the root, and arched her back, shimmying her hips in a wonderfully erotic manner while holing him buried. "Not fair," she managed, but pumped back at him in earnest. Go laughed, spanking her bare ass on three repeated thrusts before he stood up out of his chair, lifting the smaller woman's feet off of the floor as she gasped, struggling to brace herself on the edge of her desk, her pelvis held suspended in the air by his jutting erection. Chuckling, aware that the rumble would be transmitted through his cock into the helpless housewife's sex, Go stepped forward, fully burying himself in her delightful heat. He continued forward, and a moment later Sharon was again prone on his desk, their mingled fluids dripping onto the blotter and the carpet in front of her chair. Go pulled out, pushing a thumb easily into Sharon's empty pussy and pinching down, his curled fingers applying pressure to her clit as his thumb worked her G-spot in the manner he had seen them practice on one of the recent Sharon DVD's being screened in the men's room at the club. Sharon gasped, her back arching. He chuckled again, watching her muscles go taut. He waited a second, then pushed himself into her ass, ignoring the way her breath caught, working his hand in small circles, never releasing the pressure on her sex as he worked half of his big bent shaft into her in once stroke. He backed out to the crown of his cock head, then pushed forward again, seating three fourths of his length. He spanked her bare ass with his free hand as he backed out, and that seemed to trigger Sharon's release; she literally flooded the desktop and blotter. Go was surprised, but he did not stop, driving into her more eagerly, seating himself fully, and then immediately set a rapid pace, hammering into her ass in full strokes. Her release ebbed only after almost twenty seconds, and by then Go was ready to finish as well. True, he could have held off, the benefit of years using beautiful women and 'edging' when he was alone, but he knew Dave would be back soon if the beautiful white wife did not reappear in the club. It was time to take his own pleasure. Go shouted as he thrust into Sharon a final time, holding himself tight against her still trembling ass cheeks as he tweaked her clit repeatedly and emptied himself inside of her. Scooping her thong off of the desk with his free hand, he smiled, thinking it had been there while Dave had been in the room. Go wadded the cotton fabric up and used it to dam his cum in Sharon's loose ass when he pulled out. He flipped her skirt down as if he was concerned about her modesty and swatted her ass through the fabric. "Better get back to the dressing room so Dave can find you," he taunted the panting wife and flopped into his seat. Sharon nodded jerkily, leaning down to peck him on the cheek, except that Go turned his head at the last moment and instead Sharon willingly shared a long passionate French kiss. When he backed off, Sharon looked for her top, which had slipped into the seat beside Go. He held it out to her, adding, "You're lucky," he glanced pointedly at the wet mess that was his desktop, "If you didn't have someone looking for you I'd have you cleaning this mess up." Sharon blushed as she fixed her top. "It isn't pee, I promise," she began. Go laughed. "Oh I know that," he had never seen a woman squirt like Sharon... oh, on videos, yes, but over more than a decade breaking dancers in he had never had a woman squirt. Considering the maneuver was so easy, he planned to have lots of girls soiling his blotter going forward. It never paid to let the girls know they had shown him something new, though. "But it's still a mess. Sexy as hell, but who's gonna clean this up?" Sharon giggled at the mock severity of his expression. She kissed is cheek, "I'll be back as soon as I can," she promised and then left, never considering that she had just spoken to the club owner as she would her husband. Then again, she had been so busy since coming back to school that she had not really thought about her family. Sharon was still so buzzed from her orgasms and the thrill of Go's fucking her right in front of Dave without the ZB's knowledge that she barely remembered the trip back into the dressing room. She petted Daniel's muscled bicep, smiling blissfully at the bouncer's surprised reaction and nodding as he stammered that she was supposed to go see Go. She stood on her tiptoes, pecking the blushing man's cheek, and telling him she hoped he was still working when she got back in a few days so she could see how good he was in the champagne room. The other girls who had witnessed the exchange laughed quietly about the young man's obvious embarrassment and as obvious arousal. They assumed she was merely taunting the young man, but Sharon's move guaranteed that the housewife would not be the first dancer to have sampled his charms by the time her chance arrived. The housewife grabbed her things then dutifully reversed her course, heading back toward Go's office. Dave intercepted Sharon before she reached it, but with a hand on her elbow he led her to the club owner's door. Dave knocked and after a moment it clicked open. Sharon was a little surprised to find Naomi on her back with Go humping into her steadily when they walked in. She blinked, aware that it had not been ten minutes since she had been there... with Go fucking her ass. "Can't you see I'm a little busy?" the club owner groused, as Dave smirked and Sharon blushed, trying not to feel jealous about another dancer enjoying Go's attention. For her part, Naomi was clearly enjoying the screwing the club owner was giving her. She did not bother trying to cover up, watching curiously form her upside down vantage point as Sharon shifted beside Dave. "Glad you have your priorities in order," Dave smirked, leaving the older man convinced ZB had their eyes plugged into the club's entire surveillance system. He had to hand it to Dave, though, the young man had kept him in the dark, even making a statement that Go would never have made, because he was sure Sharon would bring up later. Both men were too experienced, though, to have betrayed anything, recorders or not. And more importantly to Go, Dave had not been upset that the big club owner had ignored the 'off limits' rule that had been placed on their prize ZB Bitch and budding porn star. He had mostly called Naomi into the office to be an adequate explanation if the ZB had been suspicious but not certain and was worried about the 'off limit' order-- Go would have had a valid answer as to who was the blonde he had been fucking. It had made Go wonder if the 'erase all' button that was designed to 'fry' the security system in the event of something happening he did not want to have to explain to the police would affect the ZB collection. He knew it would not touch his back up system, because he had been confident no one else knew about the piggy backed redundancy which transmitted all feeds to an off site system that he owned through a shell corporation. The club owner had learned long before to always have contingencies. He wondered if Shaun and Dave were that smart, knowing at a glance that poor Sharon Sobel was not... the woman was book smart, but look what that had gotten her. Of course, Sharon had had no way of knowing any of that as she stood beside Dave, her attention mostly diverted to the trickle of the club owner's jism as it was oozing from her pussy. She had her inner thighs pressed tightly together. His second load remained stoppered in her ass by her panties. "I'm gonna take Sharon now, if that's OK," Dave explained, surprising both Go and Sharon. "She still has a set," Go pointed out unnecessarily. "But you've got Lisa. I watched them last set; she'll do fine," Dave was not really asking, and to Sharon's surprise Go just nodded. Again she found herself feeling jealous, this time at how easily she could be replaced in Fallen Angels. And she was anxious about whatever it was that Dave had planned. As Dave caught her elbow and led her out, Go shouted after them. "Bring our girl back ready to work, Dave..." Dave had just waved his free hand, but Sharon had felt a perverse swelling of gratitude that both men thought of her in a protective way. The possessive component was no longer something she dwelled on. Though she had her things, Sharon asked Dave to let her change. She was wearing only a halter top and a thin minidress, nothing she would usually wear out of the club. Dave shook his head, telling her they did not have time. Puzzled, since he had to have expected she would dance the third set, the blonde white housewife nevertheless obediently followed her lover and handler out to her Range Rover. She did not wonder that Dave had a remote and key for it, simply climbing into the passenger seat. And she never even considered asking where they were heading. She would have recognized when Dave took a different exit than what she usually used to get home, except that the big frat member opened his pants and had the white wife bobbing her head on his cock before they had even pulled out of the club's parking lot. He stopped to get the ticket from the automated machine, pleased when Sharon never slowed or stopped to see what was going on, even when he lowered the window. He selected a stall in the more expensive covered parking area before he killed the engine, leaving the radio blaring as he reclined the driver's seat and let Sharon finish him off. He did not bothered trying to delay it; she was really a skilled cocksucker, after all, so she did not need the practice, and they really did have a deadline. He smiled, admitting silently that the new tongue stud was a neat trick. In fact, it had been an effort of sorts already not to cut loose, and he had been doing the three beat breathing for the last couple minutes looking for a parking stall to hold off cumming until they had arrived. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16 When she had finished swallowing his load, Sharon sat up, wiping unnecessarily at her mouth. She blinked, surprised to find they were not out front of her place, but under a harsh mercury vapor lamp at the regional airport. Unbidden, the memory of her last flight with Shaun to the football game... which had turned into a team gang bang flashed into life behind her eyes. She remembered getting the supposed salve that had gotten her into trouble that night, as well. "Dave?" He just winked at her question and got out of the car. Sharon got out, acutely conscious of the way she was dressed... a skimpy halter top and a tiny miniskirt without any bra or panties... well any visible panties, anyway. She looked around, skin prickling already because of the winter air. Dave had tossed her the purse she had brought to the club, and then pulled her small suitcase out of the back, along with a duffel she assumed was his. She accepted the case without question, trying to review what was in her purse, not wanting to get in trouble at security as she followed the younger man along the sidewalk leading to the concourse. By the time they were inside, she was embarrassed to realize her nipples, hard from the cold, were clearly visible against the bra top's thin fabric. "There's a jacket in your suitcase," Dave said casually, after they had walked the length of the concourse, Sharon collecting varied stares from everyone they had passed. He laughed as Sharon scrambled to get the bolero style jeans jacket she had never seen out and on. The jacket was too small to button, but it covered enough. She searched as well for panties, grabbing a pair of bikini bottoms when she saw them. She tucked them into her purse, relieved when Dave said nothing. In fact, when she looked up, she was surprised to find he had not waited, but was standing three people ahead of her in the ticket line. She somehow realized he was pretending he did not know her, and stopped trying to keep up, even though she had no idea where it was they were headed. When she got to the kiosk, she knew she appeared every bit the bubble headed blonde when the too masculine middle aged woman with a Beatles' mop of hair and Harry Potter glasses asked her where she was flying. Some corner of her mind scolded that she deserved the almost sneer of derision with which the frumpy woman examined her. Sharon pawed through her purse, relieved when she found a ticket tucked into her passport. She blinked, surprised about her passport-- it had been at home the last she remembered-- but handed both to the woman, realizing too late that she should have looked at the ticket. For an awful moment she had imagined they were boarding a flight to South Africa, but Sharon had told herself that was impossible... there was no airline providing service from the small Midwestern airport to international destinations. Somehow the thought of connecting flights did not occur. "Of course," the snippy woman frowned, unsurprised at whatever she was seeing on the ticket. "Checking a bag?" Sharon was suddenly at a loss. She was not sure if she was supposed to check it or not. At the thought of what Dave might have left in her bag, though, she was determined not to have the TSA screeners pawing through it. "Yes," she nodded, lifting the case onto the scale. The woman pursed her lips, seeming disappointed when the small bag was easily within the weight limit. She slapped a white tag on the handle, then focused on the noisy keyboard hidden from view, typing for far longer than Sharon thought could be necessary or helpful. She managed to offer the biddy a saccharine smile; if the bitch put her down for a strip search at least she would not have much to put back on. "You board soon." the woman handed Sharon the ubiquitous open sided envelope with her various papers, "Give the bag to the team over there. It's gate two." She did not smile or offer a thank you or a have a nice trip, shouting, "Next!" as if somehow that would speed Sharon's departure from ticketing. Sharon paused before putting the bag under the expanda-line barrier scooping out any make up products in her purse and putting them in the front pocket of the suit case. The clerk, an overweight balding man waited patiently, which surprised Sharon, until she realized he had taken the opportunity to stare down her top. She smiled at him reflexively, thinking as she hurried toward the gate and security that if he had been good looking or helpful she might have really given him a show. Dave was not in sight, and abruptly Sharon wondered if he would even be on the flight, shivering at the thought that she was winging off to parts unknown to do God knew what. She considered ducking into the women's room but remembering what the woman at the ticket counter had said, she opted to go through security. She tried to remember if there were bathrooms inside the secure area, guessing that there would be. The male TSA agent checking tickets was barely less obvious than the guy collecting bags had been . The first time he shone his special light on her ID the light was three inches to the right, and Sharon looked up to catch him eyeing her cleavage. She smiled at him, as if she expected no less, and thanked him when he winked while wishing her a good time. Not a good flight, she noticed, moving forward in the line. She grimaced when they selected her to go through the new 'nude scanner.' Smiling ruefully, she reasoned that it was not like the agents ogling her would see much more than anyone else in the little airport. She left her purse on the conveyor, belatedly remembering that she had left the little bullet vibrator and the heavier silicone dildo that Dave had insisted she buy at the Lion's Den in her purse. She shrugged, certain that the agents had seen such before. "Stand on the footprints," the obese black woman manning the scanner said as if Sharon could not have guessed what she was supposed to do from the myriad marking and printed instructions. The agent raised her arms demonstrating what Sharon was to do, and the blonde housewife nearly laughed aloud at how comical the agent's dress shirt looked, buttons straining to contain her rolls of fat. Sharon stepped into the scanner, wondering idly if it would pick up her piercings... or her IUD. There was a low whine and a bar of light spun around her. She started to leave. "Hold it," a male agent on the other side of the scanner stepped to the door marked 'exit.' Sharon rolled her eyes, having expected that if she was going to be patted down at least they would not radiate her, too. "I need your jacket," the man said, his eyes never getting above her chest as he held out his hand. Sharon shrugged out of the jacket, aware that she was probably going to be the high point of the security guard's shift. He stepped out, ostensibly checking the sewn closed pockets and the buttons as the bar spun around her once more. She stepped out, calmly holding out a hand for the jacket and ignoring the pointing and whispering going on at the monitor to the side. Sharon shrugged back into the jacket, amazed that the agents at the monitor were more interested in what they were seeing on the screen than in watching her... every other male eye in the room seemed glued to her, but after dancing that was nothing Sharon was not used to having happen. When she went to collect her purse, an over muscled Hispanic female TSA agent was hovering over it. "Is there a problem?" Sharon asked, careful not to just reach for the bag. The clerk just offered what on a man would seem very much a leer. "Nope," she maintained eye contact with the blonde housewife as well, "Though I'll say you seem to be ready to take care of yourself." Sharon was shocked that the agent would be so blatant about it. She wanted to look to see if the other agent in the x-ray line was watching them. "A girl has to be able to do that," Sharon answered coolly. "Not if she knows the right other girls, if you know what I'm saying," the agent raised an eyebrow. Sharon giggled, amazed that this woman was the one hitting on her. "I do know some women like that," Sharon answered, tilting her head 'just so,' hoping to seem every part the dizzy blonde. "Why, were you going to volunteer to help me?" She wondered if having contacts in the TSA was something the ZB would want to nurture. She knew better than to not at least make it an option. The agent smiled broadly, and Sharon could almost see the predatory woman's imagining what she would do to Sharon given the chance. It was embarrassing to her married sense of self that the thought left her more than a little aroused. She took the card the agent offered, "Just call me if you need any... help," the woman smirked. Sharon tucked the card into the front pocket of her bag, extracting one of the gilt Fallen Angel cards that had somehow found their way into her purse after she got back from vacation. She had seen them that morning, and wondered why they were there. "And if you get that itch, come visit me, and my friends," she said, batting her eyes at the 'roided out lesbian before breezing out of the security checkpoint, searching for Dave or the women's room. Sharon glanced at the gate, which said the next departure was for Las Vegas. She blinked at that in surprise. She did not know anyone in Las Vegas. She wondered if there was a game there... football was done, but basketball was in full swing, and she thought there was a team in Vegas, as ridiculous as that sounded even to a woman who had never gambled in her life. Dave was nowhere to be found, and before she could consider crossing the long rows of waiting passengers, a petite brunette stepped up to the microphone by the gate and began to announce that they would be boarding soon. Sharon was pleasantly surprised to find that she was in group A for boarding, then frowned, guessing she would not be able to use the tiny lavatory until they were in the air. Despite the unknowns, Sharon was excited at the prospect of visiting Las Vegas. Most of her friends had been, some frequently, and they raved about the shopping and the shows. She wondered if it would be warm enough during the day to lay out at the pool. While considering what they might be doing, Sharon got into line with the other passengers in her group and soon enough boarded, choosing to put her purse under the seat so she could get to it when she went to the bathroom. She slid across to the window seat, buckled her belt, and laid her head back, the frenetic pace of the half week since she had gotten back abruptly catching up to her. She jerked awake with a small cry when the plane bumped, backing away from the gate. Sharon looked around wildly, recognizing she was on a plane, then remembering the hurried trip from Go's in the wee hours of the morning... was it Thursday morning now? The sun still was still not up. She looked to her left, aware that there was someone in the seat right beside her, encroaching on her space. Sharon started again. It was not Dave beside her, but a heavy middle aged man... a few years older, she guessed. He was decked out in business casual, but had an ample gut stretching the lavender Polo he was wearing. His flabby forearm took the entire armrest to Sharon's left. She was not surprised to find him staring down her top. He flushed and glanced away when she caught him, but not ten seconds later, it happened again. Sharon rolled her eyes. They listened to the flight attendant go through their spiel, Sharon using the opportunity to look for Dave. He just leered at her from where he was sitting beside a gorgeous woman four rows farther back on the opposite side of the plane. Abruptly the white housewife remembered the flight to the game just a couple months before, and visiting the lavatory became the last thing she wanted to do. She self-consciously pressed her hands against her skirt, glad that in the tight space of the plane no one would be looking up her skirt. Shifting in her seat, she was embarrassed to realize that she had left a wet spot on the seat beneath her... another reason not to get up. Soon enough they were in the air. Sharon weighed her need to empty her bladder and her desire to get panties on, versus having to squeeze past her seatmate, who kept talking to her while staring at her breasts or legs, and her concern over what might happen when she got to the bathroom. Twice her seatmate pulled his carry out from the seat in front of him, both times his elbow 'accidentally' rubbing against her chest. He seemed to think he might somehow convince Sharon to climb onto his lap and ride him right there in their seats. When the drink cart came by he insisted on buying Sharon a drink, and then made it a double, ordering vodkas and sprite for her without asking. Sharon drank them, amused that he thought two drinks would suffice. She had been deflecting questions about why she was flying out alone, and asked after his family, considering he was wearing a wedding ring, which made her acutely aware that he should have seen that she was, too. When he asked if she went out to work, it took her a minute to realize what he was asking; he had assumed she was a prostitute, Sharon guessed it was because of her clothing. She angrily answered that she was not a 'pro' even as she realized that actually she was exactly that. She barely heard what he said in his hasty attempt to apologize, because the question had left Sharon wondering if that was indeed what Dave was planning... why else would he be having her blood drawn and be taking such steps to make sure she was 'clean.' The bastard knew she was clean; he and Shaun had both repeatedly assured her the ZB took regular tests so that they didn't ruin the girls or each others' lives. She hoped that the drinks had been his weak effort to make amends for his earlier assumption. At least it did help Sharon to relax... flying was not something she enjoyed. Unfortunately it made her need to pee more pressing, until she scrabbled at her seatbelt, grabbed the bottoms she had tucked into her purse, and murmuring 'scuse me,' to her seatmate, literally climbed over his lap, not caring that she wound up offering the already flustered passenger a close up view of her laser scaped bare sex. No one else seemed to notice by the time she was standing in the aisle. She blinked as she passed the row where she had seen Dave before... Both his and the woman beside his seats were empty. There was of course a single stall at the back, and though she knew she was not supposed to stand in the aisle, the fact that she was willing to do so dressed as she was, and the shifting of her weight and clenched knees left the flight attendants in the back jump seat eyeing her sympathetically instead of scolding her. Sharon later realized she should have known who would come out of the stall, considering the empty seats. But when the door opened and the striking brunette who had been sitting beside Dave spilled out, still trying to button her jeans and giggling at something, Sharon tried to dive into the lav, only to find Dave coming out behind the pretty woman. Sharon's eyes blazed... She did not believe it was a ZB Bitch, the woman was too old to be in college. So Dave freelancing, which was completely contrary to what he had assured her the ZB did. "Whoa, lady!" Dave caught her shoulders, keeping her away and pretending he did not know her, "I mean, I'm flattered and all, but I already got taken care of, so..." The brunette giggled at his joke, further angering Sharon. "Sir!" one of the flight crew said sharply, "Only one person in the lavatory at a time." Dave just snorted and followed the smaller woman back to their seats. Sharon hesitated at the doorway, nose wrinkled at the certainty of what had just happened inside. "Here, ma'am," the other flight attendant had offered Sharon several wipes, "I'd be cautious about that too, after seeing that," she said, then seemed to realize how Sharon was dressed. Sharon found herself blushing, and hurried inside. As she closed the door she hear the second stewardess say to the first, 'It's amazing who takes these out to Vegas.' The other snorted, 'Yep, but you know what they say...' and the women had laughed. Sharon emptied her bladder over the next thirty or forty seconds, then gingerly removed the panties from her ass, embarrassed at how much fluid proceeded to pour out of her bottom into the tiny commode. She wiped the best that she could, wishing there was a place to simply discard the panties Go had put inside of her, and ultimately, after rinsing them in the tiny sink and wringing them out, Sharon left them tucked between her ass cheeks, pinned in place by the swim suit bottoms. She took a deep breath, glad she would no longer be flashing people, and exited the stall to find her seatmate standing there, as if he had somehow decided she might invite him along to join the mile high club. At least it had distracted the flight attendants, and it made getting back into her seat easy. He had seemed more distracted but more distant when he got back, and she found herself wondering if he had fapped to mental images of her. The thought threatened to become arousal and she forced it away, trying to understand how even that could be exciting to a married mother. She shut her eyes, pretending to sleep, and then managing to nap, waking when they touched down, shortly ahead of the sunrise. Sharon had waited alone for her bag, trying not to glare at where Dave was flirting with the woman he had banged in the plane's lavatory. At least there had not been someone with a 'Mrs. Sharon Sobel' placard waiting to take her somewhere when she exited the jet way into the hustle of McCarren airport. Signs everywhere advertised an endless variety of shows, several of them obviously very racy and with '18 and over' warnings. Clusters of slot machines were scattered through the airport, as well. Sharon found herself wondering what souvenirs she should get for the family then abruptly realized she could not tell them where she had been... She doubted Chris would be happy to hear she had jetted west to a city they had never visited with friends from school. And if she had to elaborate... that just she and Dave had flown out..? The thought made the white housewife shiver. As before Dave was nowhere to be found when she collected her bag. It was a nervous handful of minutes before she remembered that her phone was off. She turned it on and seconds later a list of texts began to drop in. Dave was supposedly looking for her, was upset he could not find her and she was not responding to her texts. His final text was that she could just get herself a cab. Sharon scrolled through the texts, looking for the destination. She repeated the search while standing in the queue for taxis, surprised at how long the line was, and at how cold it was outside in the desert in the morning. The sun was peeking over the horizon when she slid into a cab, ignoring for the tenth time the guys trying to pick her up, 'Hey, lady, you can share my cab... you can share my room!' 'Hey chica, you comin' our way?' 'Damn, come with me and I'll have already hit the jackpot.' The cab pulled away from the curb before the driver looked up, asking where she was headed. Sharon looked down from the deep black skin of the Somali cabbie to her phone, "Uhm," dammit, there had to be a message telling her where to go. She started to text Dave, wondering why she had not done that first. "I know, lady," the man's clipped English accent was strange, "You here for AVN." Sharon vaguely remembered that... She nodded without really thinking about it. "No problem, pretty lady, I get you there." He had been driving... and looking back at her, that whole time. Sharon cried out and he looked back out the windshield, barely missing a woman in the crosswalk. He turned through an orange light, heading not toward the city, but lopping up onto the highway. He looked back at her, offering a broad smile, "See, you safe. I get you there." They had been driving for a few minutes when his head suddenly snapped around, eyes locking on her face, as opposed to what she had gotten used to from every other man that night. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16A Original story: Scipio (Scipio555) Continued: RogueAlan Chapter 16 Interlude Some people believe in ghosts and spirits and psychic powers. Sharon had never really considered it. Sure, she had listened to ghost stories friends told. She had enjoyed scary movies with Chris until the kids had come along. And nights he had been away working, there had been times over the years she had found herself unnerved by the odd noise. She had never had her palm read, had politely declined attending the séance a friend was hosting, and had never even spent time watching the myriad cable shows about the spirit world. The topic rarely came up if it was not Halloween. And Sharon really had no time to wonder about it on New Year's eve, anyway. She had allowed the Sharon Sinn persona to take control on the trip down in the service elevator. She walked out into the service corridor with the confidence borne of experience, not caring if any of the staff saw her in her lingerie. It was almost disappointing when she saw no one, but she realized even the employees would be celebrating by then. Each step on the bare concrete floor echoed along the scuffed plain tan walls as she approached the rear doors to the ZB's ballroom and seemed to build her excitement. She yanked the door open and was swallowed by the heat and noise that escaped the cavernous, dimly lit room. Inside, she had the impression that maybe a dozen couples were having sex, as well as trios and larger groups. The sexual energy seemed to tingle on her bare skin, and she paused, aware of her own need as her eyes adjusted. When she could see at least the general outlines of what was happening, she moved away from the door and into the room. Shaun had not told her what she was supposed to do, and she smiled, expecting with every step that one ZB or another would catch her and pull her into the frenetic sexual activity going on all around her. Shivering, she paused as she neared several of the frat members she knew, almost hoping to have them involve her, but all seemed more than satisfied with whatever it was that they were already doing, or more accurately, WHO it was that they were doing. She moved to the dais that was at the front of the room, where speakers would usually be lecturing for whatever group was having a convention in the ballroom. Professor Eller was strutting across the stage, wearing only a feathered headdress and a dominatrix outfit made of faux leather thongs that left nearly every centimeter of her skin bare above hip boots with five inch heels. The crop in her right hand flicked out and one of the ZB sophomores reared up, the movement eliciting a squeal as he fully impaled the woman he was fucking doggy style. Smiling in response to that, Sharon's mentor and the school's tenured senior English professor turned, bending showily at the waist and slurping a passing ZB's erect cock into her throat, bobbing up and down three times before releasing him, her crop snapping against his left thigh and 'encouraging' him to turn, taking his place in the line of frat members steadily pounding a row of kneeling women. They were facing the front of the room, and Sharon moved closer, wondering exactly what game was being played. There was a low protest as the young man seated his cock into his selected partner. Nancy's crop flicked out, touching the woman's bare hip. Her back arched, a red head snapping up, a louder cry of pain escaping Madolen's throat. Sharon blinked, shocked to see her friend being used like that. She knew the young man, Rory. While many of the frat members were a blur to her, he was one of the young men who stood out. She paused, wondering what it was about him... Not so much his size—none of the frat members seemed to be small. Some, though, she knew had something... maybe stamina, or skill—at least an awareness of her need for pleasure as well as their own. Maybe it was something singular she had done just with them. Mostly it cam down to that quintessential intangible termed being 'sexy.' In any case, he was one of those who stood out in Sharon's mind. The young cocksman caught her friend's hips and buried himself in Madolen's sex without pause, turning her friends' cry of anger and pain into a husky moan of pleasure. Madolen's head dropped, and Sharon watched her friend push back, welcoming the young man's thrusts, the pair moving in an easy synchrony, matched by the man and woman to their left on the low stage. Sharon found herself counting... The professor had five women on stage, with at least twice as many ZB members using the women or waiting their turn, and enjoying Nancy's periodic oral attention. As she watched, her mentor lifted a booted leg, impaling her clean shaven sex on one of the ready ZB studs. The young man stood perfectly still as Professor Eller climbed and then rode him, calves cinched tight behind his ass, one hand holding a muscular shoulder as she leaned back, using her crop to spur on the young man pounding the woman at the near end of the row. There was a muffled cry of pleasure as he redoubled his efforts. Sharon watched as Samir tried to thrust into the woman's mouth. She shivered, aware of the delicious sensation of taking two cocks at once, matching their tempos. Samir did not move, though, and then the woman shook her head, actually reaching up to push at one of his thighs. Nancy waved the crop pointedly and Samir backed away. The English professor climbed off of the cock she had been riding. She strode around the end of the line of joined women and frat members, her crop teasing along male and female bare skin. The woman at the end, still taking a ZB cock doggy style, moaned each time his thighs slapped her ass. The young man stopped at another motion of Nancy's crop, and the woman whimpered, writhing and pushing back until Professor Eller's crop circled near her shoulder in warning. "Now slut," she said in a voice used to lecturing, "Have you learned your lesson?" The blonde nodded. "Do you deny any ZB member who wants to use you, however they choose to use you?" The blonde shook her head, shifting back against the cock barely penetrating her pussy, but freezing as the tip of the crop flickered dangerously between her splayed ass cheeks. "Tell me what you need," Nancy taunted. The blonde shivered visibly. "I need a cock," she groaned. The young man moved to impale her, but Professor Eller's crop rose, the shaft against the young man's chest in pointed warning. "No!" At her pushing motion, the young man backed completely away, and the blonde whimpered, pushing back unsuccessfully, which made Nancy and the young man behind her smile. "Please!" the blonde groaned, and as Sharon drifted to the side, she realized with a shock that it was Linda. The woman had always been prejudiced, and Sharon could not believe what she was seeing. Linda's head dropped in defeat. "Give me your big black cock," she gasped, "I need it... I'll do whatever you want." "You'll let him cum inside of you?" Nancy taunted, and Linda nodded without hesitation. "Anything," she husked, "God don't leave me hanging. Fuck me, please!" Nancy nodded, but as the young man easily pushed into Linda's bare sex again, the professor landed a stinging blow on Linda's naked ass, eliciting a shriek from Sharon's friend. "That's right, little bitch," she sneered, "You'll do whatever they say or you won't get off. If you keep acting like you're better than the rest of us, hubby might even find out what a slut he married." Sharon could not tell whether it was relief at getting what she had begged for or the fear of having her husband discover what she was doing that spurred her friend on, but Linda humped back eagerly. And then she was urging the younger man on, 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' she babbled with each stroke as he steadily poled her. When Samir stepped up again at a signal from Nancy, Linda offered no resistance, instead gobbling at his glistening cock, letting him push into her throat without protest. Sharon was aware of a pang of jealousy... she wanted to be the one enjoying those cocks. She was considering climbing up onto the platform when strong hands caught both her arms, bodily lifting her up. She tried to see who held her, then found Professor Eller standing within reach, eyeing her pointedly. "Stop!" she shrieked, and the men obeyed instantly, every cock that had been working on the stage freezing, then pulling free. Sharon heard at least three of the women voice their displeasure. "The guest of honor is here," her smile was wide, but there was cruel arousal in her eyes behind the mask she wore. "The woman we all have to thank for our new understanding." The others seemed more aware that for a moment at least they were not going to receive any more attention. Without getting off of their hands and knees, they turned, looking back. Sharon found herself looking at her five friends from home, every one posed like a wanton slut ready for strange black cock. They were wearing the same half masks used to disguise guests at a costume party, and Sharon wished she had a mask as well, knowing that there would be cameras around. She had already guessed that somehow at least some of them had been ensnared as she had been, but having it proven so dramatically was still a shock. Even Jennifer and Dorothy were there... and they were all getting off on the ZB members, just like she did... Her mind reeled. "You're late!" The professor's imperious tone reminded Sharon of the way she carried herself in class. "Did you not understand that you have obligations here on this New Year?" Sharon opened her mouth, then closed it again. She was acutely aware that she wanted to kiss her Professor... and more. "Get over here where you belong, Sharon Sobel." Sharon moved to join the other women in line, but the crop flashed out, putting a mark on her breast above the bustier. She gasped involuntarily and stopped. "Did you not receive your instructions?" The judgmental attitude that cowed students made Sharon flinch reflexively. She shook her head. "They were in the room... Every room," Professor Eller continued, her tone suggesting she thought Sharon was lying, "Your friends got theirs... Got their husbands taken care of if necessary... and were here on time..." Sharon bit her lip, feeling every bit like a little girl being dressed down by her mother. The crop landed in the same place on her breast, a stinging bite. She winced but did not move away, knowing somehow that would earn more punishment. Professor Eller rolled her eyes theatrically. "Show her where she is supposed to be," Nancy told the men standing at the edge of the stage. The strong hands which had held her lifted her higher by her upper arms, lifting Sharon off of the ground. She was carried to the other end of the line, and fully expected to be put on her hands and knees beside Linda. Instead, The frat members stretched her out on her back over Linda and Jennifer, her hair spreading out over Madolen's back. She had not even settled, and was worrying how long her friends could hold her up, when both women shuddered. Looking to her left, Sharon saw that both women had been impaled by ZB members. The young men set a steady pace, and the women rocked in unison beneath her. She was not surprised when she felt muscular thighs push her legs apart and a cock thrust into her. Lifting her head, she was pleased to find Samir. The light skinned young man winked at her and whispered 'Happy New Year, Sharon.' It was too loud, however, because a second later he winced at the bite of Professor Eller's crop. The black leather loop smacked the same place at the top of Sharon's breast with unerring precision, making the housewife grit her teeth. Nancy seemed to love her new found black cock addiction, but she was perfectly willing to punish others, Sharon realized, guessing it was some sort of transference, and pleased with herself for having learned about that despite having barely been in her psychology class during the past semester. Her breast continued to throb, but the pleasure of Samir—another of the 'sexy ones'—steadily poling her was more than enough to distract her. Something touched the side of her head, and Sharon turned to find they had moved Rhonda onto Madolen and Dorothy's backs. The women looked at each other, each upside down to the other. "Rhonda," Sharon murmured, afraid to even whisper with the Professor stalking the edge of the stage, "I didn't know." Her friend smiled, the expression becoming pinched, then her mouth dropping open and a low moan escaping as her head began to rock, a movement Sharon realized meant her friend was also being fucked. "It's... God, that's good," she lifted her head, let it drop back and smiled, before looking at Sharon again, "I'm not... not complaining." She shuddered visibly. Sharon giggled, "I always thought... Well, I always wondered if you didn't like girls more." Rhonda nodded her head. "I do... I did... I do," she blushed, "And you've been doing naughty things in my fantasies for years." Sharon was shocked, but she was also pleased to hear that. "And this?" she managed. "It's not bad..." Rhonda giggled, then, "Oh, who am I kidding... It's amazing. I can't believe it... Sometimes I don't ever want it to end." Sharon nodded, tilting her head. "I know." Her own climax was cresting. "But I would never have done this to you..." "We knew that... We sort of got ourselves into it... With help from Professor Eller," "Well," Sharon struggled to delay her climax, leaning close to her friend, "This isn't... all that I've... learned at school." Rhonda's eyes were sparkling, and she tilted her head just so. "Really?" Sharon giggled, then closed the distance to kiss her friend, the momentary contact instantly becoming passionate. Sharon came then, the pleasure amplified by the kiss, and by feeling Rhonda's body twitching as well. "No, No, No, No!" Each 'no' was accompanied by a stinging blow of the crop, alternating between Sharon's breasts, leaving her gasping in pain, nearly crying out. "Did I tell you to do that?" Sharon found herself staring at the box jutting from the side of the Professor's head, affixed to the straps she wore... She guessed it was a camera, although she had never seen such a set up before. She turned her head where the professor directed and found a waiting ZB cock. She accepted it into her mouth, letting the young man push as deep as he wanted, and was surprised when he backed out after a few strokes. He shifted, feeding his cock to Rhonda for a moment, before returning it to Sharon's waiting mouth. She was aware that Samir had stopped fucking her, and someone else had taken her place. The next time the young man feeding her his cock pulled out, he shifted and Rhonda dutifully swallowed him whole. Sharon used the opportunity to look at him... It was Gavin, one of Samir's friends. The crop lashed onto her breasts, both in turn, again, and Sharon stopped trying to look around, instead focusing on what she guessed she was supposed to be doing. Her chest throbbed from the repeated lashes, and she wanted to look, to see if there were marks Chris would see, but she knew that would earn more. Behind Gavin, the wall of the room suddenly lit up. It was not overly bright, but Sharon had to squint as her eyes readjusted. She realized it was a projection of the action being captured by cameras moving through the room. Every few seconds the image changed. The variety and obvious pleasure being displayed seemed to push the entire room to an even higher arousal plateau. Sharon whimpered, though... even when she was doing exactly as was expected, Professor Eller was landing a lash on each breast each time she passed, first on the left, then on the right, so regular the besieged housewife began to anticipate each blow. The camera rotation caught the next example on screen, the watching and participating crowd murmuring at the blended pleasure and pain on the white housewife's face. "Are you enjoying the New Year?" a voice artificially lowered asked. The crowd cheered. Sharon was fairly sure it was Dave's voice. "Does it make you hot knowing we are streaming to ZB parties across the country?" She blinked in surprise, even as the crowd cheered again. "Thanks to the internet," the screen changed, a live feed from the room remaining but shrinking as eight other smaller images sprang to life, showing similar orgies Sharon guessed at other colleges. "We can enjoy ZB partying across the nation." The screen changed again, "And of course, we can enjoy the year's greatest hits..." Four larger images occupied the center of the screen , one of which showed a clip of Sharon and her sisters having sex with a variety of ZB in several locations. A second showed similar footage but of BZ Bitches she had never met, as well as scenes with girls she knew but who were doing things when Sharon had been elsewhere. As she watched Lisa taking three of the frat members at the same time in the grass under the harsh lights of the school's football practice field, the sex addled housewife found herself wishing she had been a part of more of the ZB's productions. The two larger screens below flashed the label 'BZ XXX Games' one changing to show four stark naked BZ Bitches paddling in bubbling white water with half again as many of the frat members. The other showed a nude BZ bitch lounging on a racecar, then quickly segued to a NASCAR race during which the girl and some of her sisters were putting out in an RV parked on the infield, the flash of passing cars and unsuspecting passers by obvious through the RV's tinted windows.. The rafting screen changed, and Sharon watched Kelly running naked across the school's football field, and then getting 'tackled' by four ZB Brothers wearing only shoulder pads and helmets. A too skinny brown haired BZ Bitch did a jump stark naked on a motorbike, roaring into view from behind a sand dune, the scene quickly changing to the same girl, motocross boots still on, alternately sucking three helmeted BZ brothers' cocks while being pounded from behind by a fourth. Sharon winced at the footage of several of her sisters skydiving nude... the wind did things to their skin that looked painful, even though close ups showing the girls getting fucked while in free fall left the blonde wife panting, welcoming her current suitor's thrusts. Other screens showed snippets from the various parties, and she saw herself several times. There was a party Sharon did not remember in which Professor Eller was serving drinks and appetizers naked, pausing frequently to suck one cock or take another from behind, smiling the whole time as if she had been doing that forever. Sharon watched her mentor taking cock in her classroom, in her office, and on campus behind the union. The screens changed again, the center once again a live action shot of the room where the party was in full swing. Sharon giggled, noticing that while most people were still obviously having sex, they had also changed to positions that allowed both... or all partners to watch. She felt dizzy, at the strange sensation of looking around the room without changing her head position. Her eyes were drawn to the dias, and she could see her side where she was laid out over her friends in the foreground of the image; the camera was above the screen. As she watched the image of herself, one of the frat members moved between Sharon's spread thighs, and the white wife moaned in pleasure watching as if it was someone else as she felt his big cock push easily inside of her. She looked up at her new stud and giggled, having guessed even though it was too dark to see exactly who it was from the screen that it was Tom. "Mmmm," she raised her knees, offering him more room as she smiled up at him, "Happy New Year, baby." The big lineman grinned down at her, though his eyes still looked troubled. He did not thrust in and out as Sharon had expected... as she hoped he would do. "C'mon, baby, let's... Ow!" The professor's crop landed a series of blows on her breasts, and Sharon could not keep from crying out, which of course prompted another punishment. She felt tears running back into her hair, and smiled up at Tom desperately, worried at the way he was looking at Nancy. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16A "It's OK, baby," she shifted her hips, eyes going closed at the delicious presence of his cock inside of her, "I should just be quiet." Tom's gaze moved across the room. As the 'theatric' voice resumed. "Tonight, friends, we have a special treat. A wonderfully sexy introduction to the new year that promises to make it even more amazing than last year!" The screen changed again, the image of the room shrinking to take its place among those of the other BZ parties being thrown across the nation. The majority of the screen was a single image that was mostly dark, except for greenish light that gave the impression of motion. "Watch, our assembled Bitches, and remember your first time..." "C'mon, baby," the voice was hushed, "You said you would after New Years." "I said I would sometime in the new year," the girlish voice giggled, "I didn't say tonight." The motion aspect changed, spinning instead of advancing, and the silhouette of a woman became visible. The sound of a zipper opening seemed to echo in the big hall. "You saying you don't want this," a seemingly disembodied hand appeared from the lower right edge of the screen, pulling an impressive cock—even in the deep shadows—free. The woman's breath caught. "It's huge," she murmured. "Yep," there was pride in the answer, "And it's going to ruin you tonight." "I don't know about this," but even as she spoke, her hands appeared, and closed around the impressive shaft, moving up and down. "Oh my God," she said quietly, "It's real." The answer was a snort. "You knew that from dancing... Hell, you had your hand in my pants last weekend." "It didn't seem so big then," Her moving hands were having an obvious effect, "Oh my God, and it gets bigger?" At the top edge of the screen the masculine hands were making quick work of the woman's blouse. "Did you lock the door? What if someone comes in?" "I ain't sharing you tonight," the man... he sounded young, replied. "That's not what I meant," the girl giggled, obviously shocked at the suggestion. "So you're telling me none of your other boyfriends had this?" he waggled his manhood in her hands. "Are you kidding? No one else was even close," she paused, "I don't know if I can do this." "Shit," the voice was dismissive, "How could you have enjoyed it otherwise?" She shrugged, but offered no other answer. "You can pass a kid through there... This won't be no problem." The picture improved from the contrast of the woman's pale white skin as her blouse was pushed down off of her shoulders. A moment later her bra had been pushed above her breasts, and dark fingers accented by the underlying white skin began to work on her nipples, breasts framed at the upper edge by her bra and below by her top. Her nipples responded visibly despite the low light. There were feminine murmurs across the room, that echoed the girlish gasp and moan, and Sharon's was among them... it seemed that what she was watching spurred her own arousal and the pleasure she was receiving lying stretched out over her friends' backs. Their bodies shifted under her and she knew they were being well fucked, too. The room was quiet except for the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the occasional moan or cry of pleasure. Sharon could feel the anticipation... seeing another woman's first time enjoying BBC, it had Sharon and the other women in the big room buzzing with their own need. "God that feels good," the man's voice sighed, almost a slur, and Sharon found herself wondering whether her kids were being safe at their New Years' parties. The perspective changed, the space between the couple decreasing, and the lens dropping to almost the level of her bare breasts. One hand continued to work the obviously aroused nipples while the other dropped out of the field of view. As the unattended right breast seemed to magnify Sharon giggled, realizing the camera was on the guy's head somehow, and he was about to... "Ahhh!" below the field of view, which was had become only the pale white of the woman's upper breast, his lips had obviously closed over her nipple. The sound of him sucking at it strongly seemed to fill the auditorium, along with the woman's cry of pleasure. There was the sound of another zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then her breath caught again. "God that feels good... Oh my God, I w-wait... Is the door locked? Maybe we should go somewhere else..." "Shit, girl, there's so many drunk fools on the road, we might never get to play, we do that." There was a slurping noise, punctuated by the woman's breath catching repeatedly, spaced with quiet moans. "'Sides," he went on, "You so wet you'd stain the seats." "I can't believe how wet I am," she answered, voice breathy. "God, I'm dripping!" she giggled. "Gotta keep hydrated, coach says," the man held up a Dixie cup, which looked strangely dark in the green light, "Drink up." Sharon shook her head no, trying to will the young woman to decline. The cup disappeared from the field of view. "This is good," she giggled when the glass, completely emptied, reappeared, "What is it?" "It's a Cosmo," Sharon had expected 'mind eraser.' "I've had Cosmos when mom made them for parties," she answered, hand rising to push the cameraman's chest, "This isn't a Cosmo." "Well, I guess I don't make it as good as your mom," he shrugged. The girl giggled, "Was it that bad?" he asked, sounding hurt. "No," she answered with another giggle, "I told you, it's good... It's just strong." "Like me." "Like you, Oh!" the breasts seemed to swell, and Sharon realized the woman had arched her back, "Ahhh, you should... you should help me get my pants off." "You like my finger there?" he taunted. "God yesss!" "Want me to take it out?" Hair moved as she shook her head 'no.' "Then get them off yourself, girl." Her breath panting, the partially nude body twisted as she worked to obey. The camera view dipped, exposing a flat stomach with the glint of a navel ring and then a trimmed but prominent bush. "Nice," he complimented, as the descending image demonstrated he had his second and third fingers buried in the girl's sex. "Think your mom would like this?" "Stop it, that's weird, I... ahhh!" The image showed why she paused; his fingers began to saw in and out, pausing every third or fourth stroke, thumb circling the top of her seam, while he held his fingers buried in her sex. Sharon could imagine them curling up against the young woman's G-spot. "Mom would... die if she knew I was... doing this!" Sharon tilted her pelvis, unconsciously welcoming Tom's movements, as he matched the rhythm of the thrusting fingers on the screen. "She a racist? Maybe we should go home so I can show her what she's missing..." "No... She's not... not racist," the girl panted, "She's just... I'm supposed to... supposed to save myself." The cameraman snorted, and she giggled, "I know... she doesn't even... know I'm... on the pill... Dad took me... last year." "Guess we won't need to worry, then." "No," she put a hand against his chest as he moved closer, between her legs, "You still should... I can't... can't get pregnant." "Shit, you're safe," the young man shifted, and the girl squealed as if fearing he was going to thrust into her then, "It's better without, anyway." The girl's breath caught, the image having moved up to the bare breasts, still standing up proudly with the girl flat on her back on the bed. "You didn't know that?" "I..." The camera panned back down to reveal his fingers teasing around her glistening labia, thumb circling her clit, which peaked out from the delicate hood. It became more prominent as he slipped a curled index finger into her seam, pressing upwards. "I haven't... I've always made them... made them wear condoms." That earned another snort. "I'll be the first to really fuck you then," there was an audible smile in his voice, "You a bareback virgin." The mother in Sharon urged the girl to protest, to demand he use a condom. Tom moved inside of her, then, and Sharon shivered, admitting to herself that the cameraman was right; it did feel better bareback. "But if you want, I can go get it from your mom... She'll let me do her bare." "Stop it!" the girl hit his shoulder, "The last person I want to be thinking about is my mom!" "Mmm," he kept teasing around her clit, "Stop this?" His fingers moved an inch away from her aroused sex. "No!" She moaned, hands appearing, catching his wrist, pulling him back against her, "Don't stop, that feels so good." "Better than your other boyfriends?" There was a movement above that was indecipherable from the level of her hips. "No... I mean they haven't... it's just been... well, it's mostly been my sucking them and then their pushing into me." "Did you cum?" There was no answer, which was answer enough. "But you play with yourself?" Again, there was no answer, and the fingers teasing the girl's wet sex moved away from her sex, staying in contact with her skin. "Don't... please..." He was patient, and Sharon felt her own need build like the girl's. She belatedly realized Tom had pulled out and was hovering just outside of her sex. She guessed the men had been told to mimic what they saw on the screen as the quiet protests of women across the room seemed to prove her correct. "Yes, okay? I do... I play with myself." "When was the last time?" He resumed teasing her clit, which triggered a moaning gasp, but she did not respond. "Do I have to stop again?" he warned. "No! I... That's embarrassing... Tonight, OK? Before you picked me up." "And who were you fantasizing about." "... You." "Well, we should make your fantasy come true." The fingers moved faster, and the panting feminine breathing increased; became barely suppressed moans. And then her abdomen was clenching visibly. The cameraman held his fingers still, buried in her twitching sex. It was a long time before she quieted. Sharon heard women around the room who were cumming as well, and wished she had. "That looks like it felt good," the voice taunted. "... Mmm-hmmm," she agreed languidly. He moved close, hand catching his erect cock at the lower edge of the screen, the position directly overhead augmenting the apparent size by perspective. "Ready for this, then?" he let his erection fall, slapping against her mons, the head nearly reaching the navel piercing that peeked from the between the leaves of the bunched up, button front blouse. There was a feminine gasp that Sharon and every other woman in the room could remember viscerally... Sharon shivered at the hazy memory of Shaun between her legs in the ZB meeting room; of looking down, seeing how far he was going to push inside of her, and thinking 'that can't be real.' "God, you're huge." Petite hands caught him, working up and down the shaft eagerly. He pulled away, fingers wet with her juices flickering over her bare left thigh as he did so. It was long moments before she seemed to realize he was nearly ready to seat himself inside of her, the heavy mushroom tip passing over her pubic thatch, her hands still wanking at as much of his shaft as possible. With realization, though, she tried to catch hold of him, "Wait!" He did not wait, though, pulling free of her grasp. The head of his black cock seemed to disappear as it slipped between the girl's splayed thighs. Her breath caught, but she did not argue. He waited, and the woman's panting breath was again audible. Chuckling, he glanced farther down, and Sharon saw his fingers curled at the base of his shaft. He lifted the heavy organ, dragging the head between her glistening out labia and up over her clit. There was a sharp inhalation. "You sure you're ready?" He repositioned himself once again, the tip hidden in shadow at the down fringed entrance of her sex. Her hips rolled, an obvious invitation. Wetness glistened on her swollen bead, becoming the image's focal point, the shadow of the young man's big cock only suggested beneath. There was the hint of movement. "I don't, ohh!" His thumb knuckle magnified by perspective, was still in place and he again lifted the swollen crown of his erection into view, dragging over the girl's eager nubbin. "God, don't... don't tease!" her voice was breathless. He slapped the tip down onto her clit repeatedly, then dragged it back over her clit out of sight. "Yes... God yes, I'm ready ahhhh!" His hips shifted closer to her, then. His hand was out of the way, and her thighs spread, leaving a clearer view of his cock as inch after inch of shaft disappeared. "God, wait," she whined, a hand rising to press against his chest, "... Wait! It's too big!" The young man snorted. "Bullshit. You gonna be able to push a kid through here, remember?" he kept pushing, closing the distance between their groins. The girl's breath came in panting whines. The muscles of her inner thighs tensed visibly, as she tried to pin him in place to no avail. Whining again, her thighs came up as she lifted her flexed knees, trying to ease the same pressure Sharon was experiencing as Tom pushed into her in the ZB ballroom. The young woman's manicured nails fluttered down the man's chest, stopping at his washboard abdomen. He did pause, then, without really stopping, merely shifting side to side without backing out. Around Sharon the room felt electrified there was so much arousal. She knew the men were mimicking what they were seeing, amplifying the women's empathetic arousal, their reliving that first time they had been introduced to black cock. Hungry for more, she tried to scoot forward, which was almost impossible given the friction against her friends' bare skin beneath her. The effort did earn a lash of the Professor's crop over her pierced nipple, making her cry out. "OhmiGod, ohmiGod, ohmiGod," the voice of the young woman they were watching drowned out Sharon's reaction. The camera's perspective had climbed to show heaving breasts, a chin, and tousled light hair spread over both shoulders, and framing a long graceful neck. Her full lips were open, "God it's... Too big." "Really?" the man, now fully in the saddle, seemed less inclined to be patient, "Still with that bullshit? I told you, I'll go find your mother if you don't want it..." The young woman's teeth came together. She shook her head. "Stop it!" she hissed angrily. "All right..." and the scene changed almost violently, caching the image as he backed out. He caught the base of his cock with his hand, lifting the bulbous crown as it pulled free, visibly spreading her inner as well as outer labia, then slapping it down repeatedly on her visibly aroused clit. The speaker reverberated with the girl's gasp. "No!" Her hips rose, an obvious attempt to recapture him. "Don't stop!" "Really?" he went on slapping his erection down, thump... thump... thump, "You told me to stop." "No! I meant to stop talking about my mother." The man snorted. "Why? She's as hot as you are. I know she's a grade A fuck." "What? You've barely met her." "Whatever you say," the tilt of the camera suggested a shrug, "Now, what were you saying?" He pushed the head down through her splayed labia once again. "Oh, fuck... Don't tease!" her thighs flared and she hunched visibly downwards toward the edge of the bed, anxious to recapture him. "Please, just fuck me!" "Oh, so you want it, then," he taunted, pushing without hesitation as deep as he had been before. Sharon thought there were probably two inches still exposed, but it was hard to be sure. "Yessss!" the young woman moaned, pelvis tilting to invite his thrust, "So good... God, that's amazing!" He applied pressure again, and the rest of his cock disappeared smoothly. Her breath caught once again. "Ahhhh!" he said theatrically, the camera panning nearly to her face. She sat up, a hand rising to his chest as if she wanted to stop him, but not pressing; she did not protest. The camera dipped, and revealed her stomach was clenching again as she fell back. "God that was amazing," she babbled, when she had calmed. She lifted her head, face obscured by her bangs as she obviously glanced down at their joined bodies. She wiggled her pelvis, "Oh my God, you still feel hard!" "What?" he feigned confusion. "Well you... Didn't you cum?" He laughed. "What makes you think that?" he sawed in and out, not fully strokes, keeping most of his big cock buried. "Ah, that's so good... I... well, that's usually... Guys haven't usually done much more than that..." He laughed, and her nails curled against his chest at the sensation the transmitted vibrations caused. "Damn, girl," and to demonstrate he backed out to the crown, paused a beat, then filled her again. The girl moaned, falling back onto the bed. The camera was tilted, down, showing his thick cock, wet with her juices, as he moved steadily in and out, and then panned to the sides. Her hands were balling the comforter on the bed where they were coupling. "OhmiGod, ohmiGod, ohmiGod," she panted in time with his thrusts, "So good... so good... God... Oh God... I can't... Gonna cum!" He went still, buried inside of her as her belly again twitched visibly. "Oh yeah," he chortled, "So you can get off on cock... Like that, baby?" he backed out half a stroke, then pushed fully into her again, harder than before, the noise of their skin meeting audible in the auditorium. It also elicited a long, low moan of pleasure. "What's that?" "Yeahhhh," the voice was dreamy, "Amazing... Didn't know..." The tendons of her neck went taut at the upper edge of the image as she lifted her head, "Did you cum too? You stopped..." In answer, he reached down, catching hold of her ass, pulling her up as he resumed thrusting. The girl spasmed and moaned, head obviously falling back, breasts rising and spreading as her back arched, rocking erotically in time to his thrusting. "Oh my God!" before her stomach was clenching again. The young man never paused, never slowed, and around the big room Sharon heard other women moaning and mewling and crying out. She bit her lip, shivering through a delicious orgasm of her own, but for some reason she needed to see every moment of what was happening. She was aware that her heels had closed behind Tom, and she smiled, hips undulating, urging the big lineman on. Unconsciously she was trying to get him off before the young man on screen finished. "Can't wait..." the male voice boomed through the auditorium. He was panting, and Sharon knew from experience it would not be long... when men lost control of their breathing it was never very long before they lost control, even if they tried to take a break. She pumped her hips at Tom, glancing for a moment at the big man, holding his eyes as she licked her lips, letting her eyes half close, the little tricks she had picked up to flip a suitor's switch. "... To break you in doggy style." The young man's rhythm was breaking down. Tom's was, too, but Sharon did not know if it was from miming the action he was watching of if he was truly ready to cum. She wanted to sit up, to pull him close and hear his own breathing, but she knew that Nancy's crop was somewhere nearby. "You ready, baby?... Gonna cut loose..." Some clinically critical portion of Sharon's mind observed that he should have made her choose where to take his load. He really was young. And yet everything... even their voices were hauntingly familiar. Tom pushed into her more forcefully, a wonderful distraction that threatened to get her off again. Sharon moaned softly, tilting her pelvis and gently moving her hips side to side, while using her ankles to pull him fully into her, silently urging him to join her. She found her eyes locked on Tom's, instead of the screen, and was sure there was more emotion than just her being a fuck toy in the young man's gaze. She felt the heat of his release, deep inside, spurring her into her own climax. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16A "Ahhhh!" Sharon shivered , thrashing gently over her friends' backs. She looked down, giggling at how similar her own twitching stomach looked to that of the young woman having sex on the screen. "Yeah!" the young man on screen gave a hoarse shout, holding himself against his conquest, who was twitching and moaning, obviously cumming as well. "Take it, my sexy little cunt!" He held himself there, not moving. "Oh my God... cumming again... cumming too... I can feel your cum... So good..." He chuckled quietly at the young woman's obvious pleasure and surprise, then backed out, tilting his hips as his cockhead pulled free, still firing. The purpled crown bumped up over the girl's clit as a streamer of his jism painted her stomach, followed by another that spattered her right breast. "Open your mouth," he demanded, and she obeyed, her mouth visible at the upper edge of the screen. There was a gasp of surprise, and her body shifted down, the young man obviously having caught her by the waist, yanking her ass and hips off of the bed. The crown of his drooling cock came to rest on the young woman's chin. Sharon blinked at the erotic image of his jism smeared over her lips. She licked her own, wishing she could taste Tom, in the moment before Lisa lifted her head, smiling in the unfocused gaze of the recently pleasured. "That's just for you, you swear?" She was looking right at the camera. "Shit yeah," the familiar voice snorted, "Cept I'll give your mom a copy." Lisa rolled her eyes, but licked at his cock instead of arguing. "God, Z, that was amazing... And you're still cumming..." She opened her mouth and began to suck at him without hesitation. "Yeah," Sharon realized it was Trevor's voice. She stared at the screen in growing shock, "Don' worry... There's more where that came from... Gonna sex you up good." The image spun, showing the young football star's reflection in a dresser mirror. They were in a plain bedroom, and Zeke was still between Sharon's daughter's spread thighs. Lisa's head began to bob, her petite hands having caught Zeke's ass for support as the young black man leered at everyone in the mirror. There was a boxy silver camera on some sort of head gear. "Yeah, your mom's gonna get off on this like she did on my cock earlier today..." Sharon shook her head from side to side. It was not possible. It could not be. Not her daughter. That was not how it had happened... was it?! The world swirled, and Sharon levered herself upright. " Lisa!" the anguished cry escaped her throat as Sharon's body jerked, head pushing forward. She blinked, aware of a monotonous hum and point lights overhead, directed to her right, with similar focused lights in the near distance ahead of her and to her right. She could not consider whether it was a nightmare or a memory, though... barely remembered what she had been seeing because of the pain. She was pinned at the waist, and her abrupt attempt to stand had kept all of the torque of that motion in her torso. Her shout became an anguished whine as pain exploded through her consciousness. Her chest was on fire. It hurt so badly she could not breathe. And reflexively pressing her right forearm against it only increased the agony. Her left arm felt heavy and unresponsive. She tried to move again, dimly aware she was leaning close against a curved wall. "Oh God, it hurts!" She gasped, afraid to let go of her chest, even as every shift and change in pressure amplified her pain. Leaning away from the wall, she blinked, registering there was a small oval window... she was on an airplane? It explained the monotonous hum. "Here, sugar," a long nailed hand appeared in her field of view, holding a pair of small blue pills. She looked at the woman—her age, but with dark hair. She looked familiar, but Sharon did not know her. She took the pills without question, in part because the flight attendant was suddenly in the aisle, looking at them pointedly. Dave leaned forward, from his aisle seat. "Sorry, Miss," he smiled, "Our friend had some surgery, and she slept through when we should have given her the next pain meds." Sharon started to shake her head 'no' but then she remembered the clinic. She looked down, unable to suppress a moan at the obvious change to her chest; her top barely fit. And she was braless. She forced herself to pull her arm away from her chest, hissing at the brief flare of greater pain. There was another flare as she lowered her arm, trying to offer greater support of her breasts, thinking maybe that would help with the pain. The flight attendant seemed relieved— and not surprised—at the cause of Sharon's outburst. She looked at the other woman again, who was holding out a half emptied glass of she assumed water. Sharon remembered seeing the other woman on the flight out. Had Dave said she was a new recruit for the fraternity? It did not make sense, but then neither did the jealousy Sharon felt that the other woman was between she and the frat member. The plane bumped through some turbulence, which made her pain flare, and Sharon stopped worrying about anything else. She was close to crying out the pain was still so bad. She put both pills in her mouth and swallowed, chasing it with the water. And realized it was not water but vodka. She coughed, which sharply amplified her pain. She stared at Dave and the woman in horror, knowing she should not be drinking and taking narcotics! "It'll help, sugar," the woman said patronizingly, her eyes fixed on Sharon's bust before they rose to meet Sharon's accusing gaze. She patted the distraught housewife's thigh. "Just try to relax," she shimmied her chest, "The pain goes away before long. And trust me," she added with a wide smile, "It's worth it." Sharon sat back, willing herself not to react to the woman's words, or the stares of the strangers across the aisle. She thrust her anger at the distant way Dave was behaving out of her mind, trying to come to grips with what she had been dreaming. It had to have been a dream... right? She would have remembered seeing that. The plane jolted again and she gritted her teeth, willing the medication to start working. Had Trevor really fucked her daughter the same day he had last used her? Had she really gotten off on Tom's big cock while watching it happen? Why had she not remembered it before? What else had happened in the... weeks since?! For that matter, what had happened to her? Mercifully the meds were going to work. As the pain receded, she found herself feeling totally spent, and let her head sag against the bulkhead trying to remember what she knew vs. what she had dreamed. In her mind, the scene changed slightly... she had been raised up onto the stage... had been positioned on her friends' backs. She remembered seeing the screen on the wall, but the image had been upside down. She remembered cumming strongly, and getting close to cumming again. She remembered urging Tom to join her. And then... Sharon moaned softly, as she remembered Nancy Eller stepping into her field of view. In addition to the crop she had been using, the English professor was holding a rigid shaft at least eighteen inches long, and maybe an inch in diameter. It had glowed a bright purple near her grip and in a line at each side of the shaft that ran to a brighter purple ball of light at the end. "So the teacher's pet is about to cum?" Sharon remembered her mentor asking imperiously. Sharon had nodded, embarrassed to remember how her hips were humping against Tom's steady thrusts. Beyond them the couple on screen were thrashing together in their own mutual climax. The sounds of couples and larger groups following their lead seemed to fill the auditorium. "Well let's see how you like a little push from my violet wand..." And with that, Professor Eller had deftly brought the bulbous tip of the shaft she was holding to the hood of Sharon's aroused clit. There was a snap... an audible shock unlike anything Sharon had ever experienced. Her body had convulsed from her sex outward. And Tom had reacted as well, grunting a moment before he had begun to explode into her. Sharon struggled to hold onto the memory... It was not a ghost, and was not really a dream. It was a real memory, hazed by the power of her own climax. She remembered, collapsing back, her entire being surrendering to the enormous climax still wracking her body and mind. She whimpered, because the beautiful young woman who had just put on such an amazing show for the ZB New Year's parties across the nation, her face slack from her own sexual release, had been on the screen... and it was undoubtedly her daughter. Instead of blocking the memory as some combination of psychic defenses had from the morning of the New Years party until Sharon's initial residual propofol augmented dream after take off, the pain meds and Sharon's fatigue left her idly examining the memory, as if it was someone else. She lapsed back to sleep wondering if her daughter was already as thoroughly ensnared as she was, if it was what she wanted, and what she could do about it, if anything. "I guess we should have given her the meds sooner," Dave allowed, relieved that Sharon had quickly settled back to sleep and that the attention of their fellow passengers had moved back to their personal concerns. "I couldn't believe she was up and moving," Mary replied, looking at Sharon in admiration, "I was on my back for three days after I got my tits," she thrust her chest out as she said it, as if to remind Dave of her breasts. "But then my ex-husband had his tonsils out last year and went home the same day. I remember staying in the hospital for a few days when I had them out as a kid," she shrugged, then shook her head again, "She really banged her surgeon?" Dave had shown her some of the footage that he had captured of the impromptu screwing his pet housewife had offered before he had retrieved her. "Those were better drugs then they ever gave me," the new recruit said, shaking her head. Dave warned her with a look to be quiet. Mrs. Gardner giggled, looking around the plane of tired fellow passengers. "You kidding? This is a flight back from Vegas... It maybe morning, but everyone is half asleep. We could do it right here and no one might notice as long as we were quiet." Dave just shook his head, although the knowledge that having 'entertained' an entire chapter of the frat in Sin City for the weekend had not left her too tired to at least consider more sex and more daring sex was reassuring. He had more than a guess why Sharon had shouted her daughter's name a few minutes before. Honestly, he had been surprised their pet wife had not been angrily demanding that they stop ruining her daughter from the afternoon of 1 January... obviously she had somehow not known what she had seen. He realized the married—newly divorced, to be more accurate—woman beside him was masturbating in her seat. Yes, Mrs. Mary Gardner—there was no reason to let on that she was no longer married—was going to work nicely. He decided he should get her dancing, and smiled at the thought of a mirror image team as blonde Sharon and brunette Kelly... Not at Go's... at least not at Snake Eyes. But there were other clubs, and with a broader smile he also admitted he had just the right younger blonde to work with Mary, as long as their sex addicted volunteer could follow instructions. Kelly had been more than capable of helping to get Sharon fully ensnared, so he knew that it could work, but only time would tell if another chapter in the ZB's phenomenal success of the year was about to be written... POST: Shorter but not short, I know, gang. Figured waiting for a full chapter was not necessarily fair, and there were some loose ends that could be tied up, AND some new threads that could be dangled. Chapter 17 is under way. And for fans of Ann, Recession Blues Chapter 4 is, as well... had questions about 'where is chapter 3'... the last posting was both chapters 2 and 3. As always, hope you enjoy. I welcome suggestions and honest criticism. As for the trolls... what's the saying? Haters gonna hate. And as ever, grab one of these characters and spin off a story? How were Sharon's friends ensnared? What happened to Mary in Vegas? What has Kelly done while away from Sharon? And on and on and on. Regards, RA Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17A Chapter 17 A: Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sharon was barely able to move by the time the plane had taxied to the gate in the early hours Sunday morning. Terrified of how it would feel if any of the other passengers bumped against her, the white housewife remained buckled into her seat, trying to ignore the other passengers, many of whom were still watching her with obvious suspicion, or in fewer cases, concern. She closed her eyes, willed herself to relax, knowing that the tension in her body was only making her discomfort worse. And resisting the urge to ask the woman beside her for another pain pill. She spent several minutes doing some of the meditation she had learned in Yoga classes in what seemed like another life from years before. For awhile she managed to think of nothing. But not for long. Never for long enough. She was embarrassed at having made a scene during the flight. She could not believe she had lurched upright against the belt like that, crying out her daughter's name... She wanted to deny it had really happened, but she knew better. She wanted to be angry; Catherine was simply too smart to let herself be... Sharon snorted, hiding her eyes with her hand at the ridiculous thought. How should her younger less experienced daughter avoid something she had obviously been unable to see coming, much less escape after the fact. She tried a calming breath. Her daughter had enjoyed sex with a black boy... no, a black man. Sharon was embarrassed that she had an all too intimate knowledge of just how good that could feel... and with that specific young man, no less. She chewed her lip, wondering what it was that Trevor was playing at. She told herself he was just another horny teenaged kid and her daughter was beautiful, that his wanting her was perfectly natural. She blushed, wondering if jealousy was part of the problem she had with them doing... that. "Ma'am?" Sharon's reverie was interrupted by the flight attendant. Sharon looked up, realizing belatedly that the rest of the plane was empty. She felt a renewed flash of resentment that her seatmate and Dave had not nudged her, or taken steps to help her off of the plane. "I'm sorry, but it's time to exit the aircraft." Sharon nodded, mumbled an apology, and gingerly released her seatbelt. The pain was still there, but distant, as if felt through a cottony cloud. She was cautious, though, afraid that movement might make it spark up. She paused in the aisle, feeling lost. Her thoughts were hard to form, and impossible to keep focused. Had she had a carry on? She looked at the overhead bins, which were empty. Sharon looked back down to see her oversized purse peeking from under the seat. "Glad you remembered that," the flight attendant smiled, although Sharon could tell she wanted her to hurry along. She seemed unable to keep from eyeing Sharon's chest, as well. "It would be kind of hard to drive home if you left your keys." Sharon nodded and smiled, although the statement made her worry about how she was going to get home. Dave had brought her car, she thought... She hoped he would still be at the baggage carousel, the thought spurring her to move faster up the jet way after passing by the impressed appraisals of the pilot and copilot. The eyes that made her shiver, though, were those that belonged to the airport employee waiting in the end of the jet way with a pushcart trash bin. He was older than the college aged ZB, but with his coal black skin Sharon immediately wondered if he knew who she was... if he was a ZB alum. The movement of her shirt over her unfettered breasts hurt-- the fabric was stretched tight-- but Sharon did not bring her arm up to support her aching chest; did not even think about it.. She was distracted by a vivid mental image of the man bending her over the push cart, hammering into her from behind while the flight crew watched in amazement. The pulse of arousal that accompanied the thought spread up her torso from her sex to her breasts, and seemed to become an ache that left the medicated white housewife wondering if her chest would ever feel right again. She moved past, the slight incline of the aisle feeling mountainous. As she exited the jet way, searching momentarily for Dave or the brunette woman, Sharon brought her arm up without thinking about it, and realized the position helped to support her breasts. It felt better not having the fabric tight against her nipples, but she knew she could not very well walk down the concourse to the baggage claim like that. She giggled at the mental image of sauntering down the busy concourse topless, then dropped her arm, maneuvering carefully, not wanting to bump into anyone as she made her way down the walk to the carousel. At least it was not as big or as busy as the mid-continent airport where the family usually flew when they went on vacation. Dave and the brunette were standing together when Sharon made it to the claim area. Bags were already coming off of the conveyor and beginning to circle. She thought she saw her little bag, but the last thing she wanted to do was wade into the jostling crowd. She drifted toward the others, but remained apart, waiting for any signal from the ZB. He collected his full size bag and the brunette's mid sized bag, then stepped back, draping an arm around the other woman, seemingly unaware of Sharon's presence. Sharon waited until the gaps were getting larger and there were only a few bags left before she moved up, trying to plan how she was going to hoist her bag without hurting herself. She was relieved when an older man offered to grab her bag if she would point it out. He nearly missed it when she did, a moment later, though, because he was staring at her chest. Sharon managed to bring her shoulders back and smile, offering a thank you for his help, even though she knew why he had offered in the first place. She was glad the bag had multidirectional wheels, making it easier to manage as she stepped up to the others. She hoped Dave would drop her straight off at home, and was certain she could sleep for a week. When Dave started off, she and the other woman followed without a word. He loaded everyone's bags into Sharon's Range Rover, then helped the other woman into the back, which left Sharon wondering if she was going to be expected to blow him on the trip home. "Sharon, I don't know if you and Mary have been formerly introduced," he started, once they had exited the airport, paying the parking with cash from Sharon's purse, of course, "This is Mary Gardner," Sharon nodded, forcing a smile, "She liked watching what you do so much she decided to do it, herself." Sharon wondered if her surprise was obvious. She guessed not, because Mary was blushing. Sharon became distracted, thinking that the brunette looked the exact way Sharon felt. Although she was not sure how any woman could decide she wanted to be a BZ Bitch, she found herself empathizing with the other woman's plight. They were sort of twins. "What does your husband think you were doing?" she asked. Mary laughed, "Oh, I'm not married anymore... I'm divorced. We married right out of high school and when he started cheating on me I ignored it... Until he found someone he decided he loved more. After the divorce was final," she shrugged, "Well, I decided I was going to see what it was I'd missed." Sharon nodded, and it almost made sense. She was jealous that the woman did not have the obvious hook of a husband for the ZB to use to make her keep putting out, but she knew without doubt there would be some kind of 'encouragement' if it became necessary. The way the woman was fawning over Dave, though, she doubted the slut needed much encouragement, and the thought was hard to keep focused, anyway. Such thoughts evaporated as she realized they were driving past the clinic where Sharon had gotten her IUD placed. She looked over, and was certain Dave was watching her, so she studiously offered no indication that she had ever been in that area of town before. She was puzzled about their route, then remembered Mary in the back. She shook her head, aware that she felt almost drunk. She giggled. Mary shook her head, "What a lightweight," Sharon giggled again at the other woman's statement. "I don't know why she's such a hit." Sharon sagged against the door, her head turned sideways against the headrest. She watched absently as Dave shrugged at the brunette's words. "Oh, she's special all right," he assured Mary, then looked at Sharon and winked, "You aren't jealous, are you?" Sharon giggled at that, and at Mary's pointed silence. "Are you really trying to tell me you did not get enough over the weekend?" "Well..." she heard the other woman answer as she shifted in the back, "When you get used to it, going without kind of..." Dave chuckled and nodded. He slowed, signaled, and turned into an upscale neighborhood. Sharon glanced about, registered that she knew relatively where they were, but had never been there. Dave sounded like a TV detective breaking the case, "I guess it's a good thing, then," and then he paused. "What?" Mary asked from the backseat. He gestured as he made another turn, carrying it through the new street and pulling into the long driveway. Sharon looked around. There were saw several cars parked along the sweeping circle drive. "What's going on?" Mary sounded alarmed. Dave shrugged. "That pool was too good to ignore," he told the surprised brunette, "Some of the guys opened it back up and they've been throwing a party while we were in Vegas. "But... I mean... Well, okay," she seemed worried about saying the wrong thing, "But how did you... I mean..." Dave laughed. "We have our ways," he assured Mary, "Right, Shar?" Sharon nodded her head like a rag doll.. "Nice house," Sharon slurred, and giggled again. There was a ZB decal on one of the garage windows. She saw frat members running about in various stages of undress and distantly wished she was having fun at the party. Maybe that's why there were there... She started to sit up, but a vague pain convinced her to stay put. The frat members' bodies were steaming in the cold air when they came out of the house or pool. "Uhm, thank you?" Mary was obviously uncertain whether the blonde housewife was being serious. "It's not very different from mine," Sharon went on, "A little newer, maybe... No Chris..." "Who's Chris?" Mary asked, looking at Dave. The drugged blonde bitch was annoying her. "That's her husband," Dave told her, "And I'd better get our sleeping beauty to bed," he added, "Go on, think of it as a welcome home party," he winked, "I'm sure there will be some people willing to help you scratch that itch...." Mary managed a smile, although the thought of so many college kids using her home for their party had left her unsettled. She had not really considered her little experiment with college interracial sex might spill over into the home she had won from her cheating asshole of a husband. She dared not think what the neighbors must be saying, and was glad for the high privacy fence and the big lot. She was also surprised that for a party they had opened up the pool... it was winter, after all, and she did not think that they... She stopped, scolding herself for the stereotyping, although some stereotypes had proven to be quite real. She was also wondering why she had not seen any girls. She shivered at the realization, then, that quite likely SHE was going to be the only woman there with... she was guessing at least seven or eight horny young men. Although part of her quailed at the thought of how much more sex that might entail, there was also an undeniable shiver of arousal. The divorcee wondered for a moment if she could have gotten hooked on sex with black guys in just a weekend partying with them in Vegas. Scoffing at that, she climbed out of the car, intent on taking control of the situation... it was her home, after all. She was surprised when the Ranger Rover immediately pulled away, moving around her circle driveway. "Wait!" she called after them, and Dave dutifully stepped on the brakes. "My bag," she gestured to the SUV's lift gate. Dave waved a hand, "No problems," he smiled at her, "You're not going to need many clothes for this party. I'll bring your bag back later." Mary felt herself nod, although that was not really what she wanted. She dug her nails into her palms as the Range Rover pulled back onto the street, heading back from where they had turned in. She was the one in control, she told herself. She strode for the garage, intent on dropping her things off and finding a suitable swimming suit. "Party time!" someone shouted, and several of her 'guests' converged before the newly discovered 'mature talent' even reached the door to go inside... *** "Uppity bitch," Sharon mumbled as Dave turned for her home away from home. The complex referred to them as apartments but had converted nearby duplexes and small single dwelling homes into rental units as well, one of which was Sharon's. "Now, remember Dave scolded her mildly, "Sisters' solidarity." He was amused that despite her persistent conflict over what she was doing the housewife acted as jealous as the girls he had first begun to use in high school. "Tell her," Sharon groused nonsensically. "She helped you out on the flight," Dave pointed out, "And she did not get to hang with the biggest stars in the industry for the weekend." 'Or get new tits,' he chose not to add. He had an idea, remembering the impressive size of Mary's home. "In fact, it's closer to work, so maybe we'll have you move in with her... There's a pool and we could party there more easily." Sharon shrugged. "Have a pool at the complex," she countered. Dave reached over, slipping a finger up the leg of her shorts. "But can we do this?" he teased over her sex, smiling at the way that even hurting and drugged the frat's prize BZ Bitch responded, pushing her pelvis against his hand, "In the pool at your place?" Sharon bit her lip, but shook her head 'no.' The possibilities were already building in Dave's head. The guys had already wired the Gardner household. He had not heard anything specific, but he was guessing there were at least four bedrooms. The idea of a ZB Brothel in suburbia made him smile. "Going to the frat?" Sharon asked, and he saw that she had a hand pressed against her sex, but was not openly masturbating. The memory of an obviously shy, self-conscious white wife that first night in the hot tub sprang to mind, and Dave smiled more broadly. "Nah, you need to rest... No way we want to risk damaging your new toys." Sharon's hands rose up to her breasts, touching gently. "Feel different," she pouted. "Well, they've gotta heal up," Dave pointed out, "And you're on pain meds..." Watching her out of the corner of his eye, he added, "And you're not supposed to be messing with them." "The doctor did," Sharon countered. She was pressing her other hand against the crotch of her shorts more forcefully. Dave guessed she would be climbing the walls desperate for some action before the weekend. "Well, the dentist pokes your teeth with a sharp metal pick, but tells you not to," he said. "Hymnist," he thought she replied. "What?" "Hygienist," she repeated, "Or maybe assistant... They use the picks." "My dentist does, too," he argued, good naturedly. He had certainly enjoyed himself over the weekend. He had even done all right at the tables, and was already planning to go back with his BZ lucky charm. Sharon's eyes were closed and the pressure she had stopped applying pressure to her crotch. He assumed she was asleep. He made sure the A spar camera had a clear view of her augmented chest, straining against her shirt. Feeling his cock shift, he pondered whether 'just one more fuck' would be all right. The paperwork insisted she should wait for a week to do anything beyond 'light housework' and two to three weeks for 'strenuous exercise.' But he had just heard some woman on the radio claming you burned more calories climbing a flight of stairs then having sex. He smiled, imagining the whisper voiced woman probably did not burn more than that, but his BZ Bitches really worked when they were having sex. "Go will be mad," Sharon mumbled, surprising Dave. "Huh? "The breasts," she said. "Bullshit," Dave scoffed, "He'll love 'em. They're gonna bring in more guys, which means more money for Go." "But not for two weeks," Sharon pointed out, "Kelly and Lisa will forget about me." "Trust me," Dave assured the drugged housewife, "You're the big draw. And they know it. Besides, if they're going to get work done, too, we have to rotate you." "Kelly's going to Vegas?" Sharon sounded surprised. "She's got bigger breasts already." "But Lisa doesn't," Dave pointed out. "Or maybe we'll have you and Mary start to dance." Sharon mumbled something at that. "What?" "She can't dance." "Well you couldn't dance either, remember?" Sharon's skin colored... embarrassment, Dave guessed. "Hell, the things you thought you couldn't do..." he smiled but did not press the issue. "You might even want some help while you recover." Sharon shook her head, and he dropped it, knowing that she would do whatever they said. He decided to change the subject. "So you had a good time in Vegas?" Sharon nodded without hesitation. "I did," she admitted, "It was fun... the awards... and the strip club..." She shook her head, squinted out the window, and not because of pain, "Did I really screw that plastic surgeon?" Dave laughed. "I believe it's the best thank you he's ever gotten," he told the drugged housewife, "He was still too gone to hide what had happened when I came in. Got all flustered, thinking I might get pissed. I wonder if he'll tell his buddies..." He glanced over, wondering if he would get a discount for Lisa's upgrade. Sharon was awake, but she was clearly not all there; he doubted she was really listening to him. "My dream was real," she said after a moment. "Huh?" "On the plane. I dreamed... but it really happened... Zeke had sex with my daughter," she shivered, "On the same day you two had sex with me." Dave eyed Sharon. Her eyes were closed, but she was not tense. She was not frowning. "Well, nobody else at the party knew it was her," Dave shrugged, "I figured you missed it, too, when you didn't say anything." "But I didn't want..." A tear appeared at the corner of Sharon's eye. "Didn't want your little girl fucking black guys?" Dave asked, making his tone intentionally ominous, even though he knew that was not what she had meant. "No... I didn't want her to be a slut like her mother." "But you're amazing," Dave told her honestly, "How many guys are you making happy, helping out, giving them maybe that little something that keeps them going." Sharon's body shifted as if she had snorted, though she did not make a sound. She shook her head. "I'm serious," Dave went on, "There are guys coming back from the sand box and Afghanistan who're really hurting. There are frat members who sort of think of you as their girlfriend, believe it or not." Sharon brow furrowed-- surprise-- at that. "Professer Eller has never been happier... And everyone around her has noticed... Who would've guessed she was such a bitch because she just hadn't ever gotten a good fucking." "But my family..." "Well, you've helped Kelly out... I don't think she had much of a family of her own. And last I knew, hubby wasn't complaining about his sexy adventurous wife." That still amazed the young frat member... if his wife came home with a single tat... a single piercing... if she just suggested something radically new in the bedroom, he was sure he would be suspicious. "So don't worry about Zeke and Catherine," he shrugged, "Hell, if she isn't a chip off the old maternal block, he'll probably find some other hottie to bang before long... She'll be fine, she's beautiful, just like her mother. She'll find someone." Sharon shook her head again. When she did not say anything for a few minutes, he thought she might have drifted to sleep Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17A "He won't turn her out?" Dave looked over, surprised she knew the term. "To the frat?" he was careful with his tone, "He isn't even in college yet." Sharon rolled her eyes behind her closed lids.. "That didn't stop him from sharing me with his friends..." "Yeah, but he already knew you were... generous that way." He pulled up at the curb, "For now just relax... think of it as a vacation from your duties at the frat and Go's." She sat up, wincing. "When will I have to dance again?" Dave shrugged... "The instructions said a few weeks... I think we'll let you tell us." Sharon seemed surprised by that. "What if I say I'm not coming back?" He laughed. "I think you would miss us..." he adjusted his crotch suggestively, "At least part of us too much." Sharon's lips thinned, but she did not argue. Dave hopped out, went around the back, grabbing Sharon's bag, then helped their prize Bitch into her place. He checked that the fridge was stocked, turned on the television, and paged through the mail that had accumulated, left on the kitchen table by the BZ Botches that had helped keep things up when Sharon was gone. Sharon had stumbled into her bedroom. He saw her standing at the foot of her bed, looking at it like she might lay down. Instead, she turned awkwardly and ambled into the main room. Her eyes went to the television. "I don't suppose you have a disc of me and the doctor already." Dave laughed. "Naw... And I'm not sure we got much useable footage from there or from the rest of your partying in Vegas," he lied seamlessly, "But we'll get you a copy of whatever I can splice together and clean up. Besides, that might get you hot and bothered. As much as I might like that, I don't think that's allowed for right now." "Since when do you follow the rules," Sharon slurred her challenge. She had a hand pressed against her sex again. "Since screwing up those perfect new breasts would get me in trouble with just about everyone," Dave answered, "Maybe in a day or two I won't be able to hold out any longer." "Right," Sharon shook her head, "Because there's no one else getting you off whenever you want." Dave did not rise to the bait, gesturing instead at the mail. "Looks like you've got some bills. Set them aside, we're taking care of you." With her money, of course. "I can pay my bills." "Sure, but you're busy dancing and entertaining and flying to Vegas, remember? Let us take care of it, just like we're investing what you earn at the club, remember? Geez, maybe you took too many of those pain pills." He picked up the little envelope they had given Sharon, and poured the tablets into his hand. Sharon stuck her tongue out, moving out of the doorway toward the couch. "Dave?" she sat heavily, moaning at the pain the sudden movement caused. "What, Shar?" "Can I smoke while I'm on the pills?" "I don't see why not," he shrugged, "But go easy, okay... that isn't cheap." She did not need to know that was not true. He leaned over the back of the couch and kissed their pet white housewife, enjoying the way she began to get into it despite knowing they were not supposed to actually do anything. "See?" he teased her as he broke it off and headed to the front door, trying not to laugh at the way she had been struggling to roll a joint in her lap when he had interrupted her, "I told you you'd miss us." Sharon did not answer. She did not acknowledge Dave's departure, focusing intently on getting the joint rolled just the way she had seen guys at the frat do it. After the fourth try she was tempted to use her bong, but it was all the way over on the mantle, and she was too sore to go after it. She managed after a fashion, lit up, and enjoyed several hits before she carefully put the joint out, aware of Dave's warning. She lay back on the couch, enjoying the floaty disconnectedness, and giggled to herself. 'Takes care of the pain as well as the pills,' she said to no one in particular. After awhile... Sharon realized she had been staring at the blank television screen, she decided that she was hungry. She was embarrassed that she was so zoned after taking the pills. She was not going to keep taking them. But then she tried to stand, and the shimmer of pain over her chest was reminder enough that she immediately considered getting another pill to take with whatever she ate. She wished she remembered when she had last taken one. She paused, relighting the joint, then gingerly went into the kitchen, enjoying cold pop tarts and an individual serving bottle of orange juice she found in the fridge. She fixed a glass of ice water, collected the mail and the pills Dave had left there, and went into her bedroom... a nap sounded like just the ticket... *** January was gone before Sharon could think about it. She was almost impossibly sore when she woke, the day after her trip to Vegas, but the fact that the exhausted housewife had slept through Sunday afternoon and Sunday night, into the afternoon of Monday was the biggest reason-- she had been without her pain pills for nearly twenty four hours when a protesting bladder roused her. And then Sharon had sat up without considering what she had undergone-- she still had not really been awake. She had immediately clutched at her chest, whimpering at the new pains the pressure of her arm added to the fiery burst her inadvertent movement had triggered. She had nearly wet herself it was so bad, and resorted to the lamaze training of nearly two decades before to ease the throbbing hurt, her awareness focused on the fear that she had felt one of the implants shift. When the pain had ebbed, Sharon moved gingerly out of the bedroom to get another pill. That took precedence over relieving her aching bladder. The packet said to take one or two, and she stopped at one. She had seen the news reports claiming it was easy to get hooked on prescription pain pills. She was also more careful to stay medicated after that experience, but did not take them at the 8 hour 'schedule,' waiting instead until the pain was threatening to become a problem. Her caution was also wise because there were not many pills to begin with; the envelope had the number '20' scribbled on the outside, but when she went to take the next dose at bedtime Monday night, she found only eight remained inside. And she had additional resources; there was marijuana in the tin on her mantel, and the weed definitely helped. Sharon spent Monday night giggling at reruns of the namesake show on HBO, glad that her situation was not as desperate as that mother's. There were exercises that the paperwork she had been given recommended she do at least twice a day to keep from scarring causing contraction of the implants; a sort of side to side rocking plank that was far too painful to do on Monday or Tuesday. Gritting her teeth, she did the ten reps to each side on Wednesday, then decided it was time to shower, to get rid of the cold sweat that had sprouted as she fought to do the exercise despite the pain. The water felt strange, triggering pins and needles sensations across her breasts, but the sensation passed, and Sharon carefully washed at the incisions. She was surprised to find that the keyhole incision she was certain the doctor had shown them was not in evidence. Instead, there was a fine suture line around each areola, and a separate semicircular incision beneath each breast. Remembering the visible scar pointing down from each nipple in the photos, Sharon was glad for the change when she got out of the shower, examining herself in the mirror. The sag of her breasts hid the implant scars, and she hoped the scars at the edges of her areolae would not be obvious. First in the mirror and then lying nude on the bed, Sharon had carefully examined each of the enhanced breasts. She was surprised and very relieved that neither nipple was numb, although the sensation on the right side was... different. Nothing she could define, but not what she remembered. And there was a portion of that breast that was numb on the lower inner side. She discovered a smaller numb area on the left breast just outside the areola at the three o'clock position. But both nipples worked... She blushed at the drug hazed memory of what she had done with the doctor, so of course they worked... but she had worried; she remembered some friend once insisting that the women who had implants did so at the cost of their nipples ever getting hard again. Aware of the relief she felt at proving that untrue, Sharon could admit that she had been afraid of what it would mean for her sex life. And she scolded herself for listening to such wives' tales, especially since she had proven they worked not two hours after the surgery was finished. She was already considering them 'her breasts,' rather than 'the implants.' After answering emails from her husband and kids on Tuesday she had briefly worried what Chris would say. She was angry that he had gotten high or drunk and had been passed out on New Years, even if it meant she could get down to the party; irrationally she knew she found herself blaming her husband for her seeing their daughter being taken by the same boy who had fucked her, earlier New Year's eve day. Things had been strained to say the least between she and Chris on New Year's Day. She had been surprised to find he actually thought they had had sex in their room before he had passed out completely, and he had been evasive about what he had done at the party when they had been separated, but while it made Sharon wonder, she was in no position to press him about it. In fact, she was puzzled to find that she was not really worried about how her husband would react to her new breasts. She lay naked on the bed playing with her breasts... and then more earnestly fingering herself to a satisfying climax before she got up. The once demure housewife did not bother with a robe, wandering into the small kitchen to get a bite before returning to the main room to use the bong and watch some television. It was a pattern that became her norm. Late in the first week, surfing through the expansive satellite channel list, she found a new station. Actually, she selected the channel by entering the numbers on the index card she found under her remote. Although she wondered for a moment, sure it had not been there the day before, she had to admit that she had not really been paying attention, and so it could have been there from before she returned from Vegas. She had been surprised when the screen asked for a code, and checking the card again, she saw a four digit code had been included. When she hit the enter button, the screen blinked, then showed a high angle image of a hot tub. There were several young black men splashing and horsing around, and after watching for a minute, Sharon realized she recognized Bernie and Jamal. The others were sitting facing away from her, but with an intimate certainty, she was sure that she knew them, as well. The door opened just then, and Sharon watched Mary Gardner enter, carrying a tray loaded with beers and snacks. The brunette was wearing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Sharon smiled, pleased that the other woman was heavier. Her smile faded, though, seeing that the brunette's breasts were at least as big as her own. Sharon glanced down, frowning at her augmented chest, and found herself wishing she had chosen bigger implants. Looking at the screen again, she understood how the other woman had known what to do to help her-- there was no way those breasts were natural. Mary set the tray on a stand and moved back toward the door, pausing before she exited and turning to ask her ZB guests if they needed anything else. She squealed like a school girl as the guy sitting closest to her, his back to Sharon, caught her by the nearest thigh, easily pulling the brunette into the hot tub. The others moved in when she surfaced, spluttering and giggling. In seconds she was naked, biting her lip in faux innocence and obeying her guests varied demands as she moved from one to another in the hot tub, holding a breast up for one to suck, then sucking at her engorged nipples herself for another, working the next young stud's cock under the frothing water with both hands, and then willingly plunging her face into the water to suck at the next cock before moving back to the first. Sharon watched with growing arousal as the ZB kept their new toy moving quickly around the tub, sucking one after another. When she came up after making two circuits, asking to wait so she could catch her breath, Bernie lifted her out of the water, supporting her on his shoulders as he ate her to an obvious orgasm before letting her splash back into the tub to resume servicing he and the others. They changed the pattern though... whoever was behind her played with her ass and pussy while she was using her mouth. The intimate knowledge of what the other woman was experiencing already had Sharon masturbating on her couch; she had not even waited long enough to retrieve one of her dildos from the nightstand. She came before the ZB tired of what was happening. Bernie was the first to change things again. As Mary dutifully went to work on the cock before her, Bernie moved forward in the tub. The brunette had grown used to being fingered and fondled, so it was a surprise when instead he lined his cock up and thrust it up in to her cunt. Sharon groaned and began fingering herself more frantically, noting that the other woman easily took Bernie's impressive shaft without any trouble. Watching the action, she jealously wished she had been able to visit one of Mary's pool parties. She thought Dave had said something about that... the idea of a hot tub where she could do that away from the frat was by itself enough for Sharon to get off again. She never considered that Mary Garner's home already had enough cameras that the neither she nore the divorcee's identity could ever really be hidden. At that moment, three fingers buried in her hungry pussy, Sharon would have let Bernie and the others fuck her on the kitchen table in front of her family. And thinking that, the still high white wife giggled that at least one of them would understand. As the busty brunette was getting passed around the hot tub being 'spit roasted' repeatedly, Sharon tore herself away from the action long enough to grab not one but two of her dildos. She spent the next thirty minutes mimicking what she was seeing on her television, and challenging herself to be better at getting the ZB off than her rival. She was delighted that the cameras switched when Bernie scooped the brunette up, slinging her over his shoulder and heading out of the hot tub room. She and anyone else watching the ZB's private feed were treated to a bird's eye coming and going view as the lanky swimmer walked straight out into the back yard, steam rising from his naked body as Mary squealed. He jumped into the woman's obviously heated pool, bringing her along. Mary gasped at the change from hot tub water to heated but still cooler pool water, but she offered no resistance as the taller man easily slipped under her in the water, coming up to impale her and then stroke across with the brunette squealing that it was cold, most of her body out of the water. Even so, she eagerly humped herself against Bernie's spear, laughing when he reared up in the far end of the pool, reversing position and pinning her against the wall as he began to fuck her in earnest. The others had followed by the time Bernie finished, clearly emptying himself inside the older brunette who took the load without hesitation. Jamal complained that it was too cold and their cocks would shrink, which made the homeowner giggle, insisting that they would still be more than big enough to get her off. Bernie back stroked away from the naked brunette, answering that he had to get to hit the weight room, while the rest could enjoy their new BZ Bitch all afternoon. Verel and Jamal easily pulled Mary dripping and naked out of the pool, setting her on the side. Shivering almost violently as her body steamed, she asked if they wanted to go back to the hot tub, but Verel suggested they visit her shower and then her bed. As the quartet went inside, Sharon expected the camera to follow as it had before. Instead, it cut to a different room. Two ZB were playing some X-Box sports game on a big flat panel television. Kathy and Lisa's head bobbed in their laps. Having gotten herself off again, Sharon reluctantly changed the channel, wondering if there was simply always someone having sex that the ZB could promote. She was acutely aware that it had been too long since she had enjoyed a real cock. Even with the instant on arousal she could enjoy by turning to the ZB channel, or maybe because of it, Sharon found herself increasingly frustrated. Her forced abstinence was worse than what she remembered experiencing after she had begged Dave and Shaun not to record her sexual activities. Clearly that had been ignored, but she found that it did not bother her; the memories of all the men and women who fucked on video for a living and yet were normal friendly funny people had stripped away much of her anxiety about being found out. And Chris' obvious inattention over New Year's left the housewife anxious to enjoy one of the frat's voracious sex parties. She tried to get ahold of Dave to tell him just that, but he did not answer, and the messages she left at the frat went unanswered, as well. So the housewife and frat sex toy wandered her small place, eating , watching television, doing her exercises, and masturbating. The last three pain pills sat on the table, unneeded. Sharon was increasingly bored and more persistently horny, not to mention lonely, not necessarily in that order. During the first weekend of her exile, Sharon threw on some clothes, selecting three separate shirts because wearing a bra was both uncomfortable and difficult given her new bust line and the limited selection she had available. The realization made her pause, going online long enough to buy some new lingerie that she hoped would fit before she went out the front door, meaning to drive to the frat. Or maybe home. Or out to Snake Eyes, she was not really sure. She stopped, not completely surprised to find her Range Rover was gone. After blinking stupidly on her porch for several seconds, she went back inside and angrily dialed the number to the frat. She asked for Shaun but after a minute Dave answered. She asked where her car was and Dave laughed, "Well shit, little Bitch, where do you think you're going?". "I thought I'd come over," she said, acutely aware that she was dripping wet at just the thought, even though she had not been sure where she was going minutes before. She shook her head, aware that she was a mess. "Not yet, sugar tits," Dave said, "You aren't cleared to use those new weapons, yet." Sharon pouted, almost telling him that she HAD been using them at home. But she knew he would not have changed his mind... And given the various clips and videos that she had seen playing at different hours on the ZB channel when it was not covering live sex parties at Mary's house, she knew there were cameras all over her place, anyway. "Well then, I need to go get some groceries." "We'll get you supplied," Dave answered without missing a beat, "I'll bring some things over tonight at the latest." "I could go see the girls at the club," she said, already knowing the answer, "Or just to Kelly's. I'm bored." She knew she sounded like her kids, but it was true. "Nope and nope," Dave told her, "Remember, we're saving the unveiling for the welcome back party." Sharon wanted to tell him she did not remember that; she was sure he had never said anything like that to her. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17A "I could go home," she pouted, even though she did not really want to do that. "Oh no," Dave answered sternly. Sharon could not help herself; she wanted to argue. "Why not?" "Well," Dave shrugged, "Because I don't think hubby gets to be the first person to see the new you. Those are ZB's fine ass tits. We get to enjoy them... Hell, I think maybe we'll tell you when or if hubby or anyone else gets to touch 'em." Sharon blinked, but she did not argue. In fact, what he was saying seemed to make perfect sense. "I wasn't really going home," she told him, "This is my home now." Dave smiled at that answer. "I'm glad you know that," Dave told her. "You just keep healing up, and we'll have you partying so much you'll need another break before you know it." He rang off, and Sharon padded around her little home for a few minutes before she opted to light up and watch some more television. She saw a bit the next Monday where Kelly and Keiko were exercising with the 'help' of several of the ZB, and suddenly the perpetually aroused and semi-stoned housewife was certain she was getting fat. Careful to cover up, the blonde struck out, walking the few blocks to the campus, and then through the campus and another four blocks to the rec center. She was pleased that she was not winded, but was still convinced that she had lost her form. Flexing, her right arm, she felt her biceps with the opposite hand, lamenting that the muscular definition she had enjoyed around Thanksgiving was definitely disappearing. Sharon quickly learned that her chest was not ready for her to do any real weight lifting. She grudgingly settled on using the leg machines, while supporting her breasts with her arms after she had walked on the treadmill. She told herself she was glad none of the ZB happened by, although a different emotion was at war with that relief. If she had thought, she would not have been surprised, because most used the almost luxurious team complex that occupied a building behind the rec center, nearer the stadium and arena. She was tempted to stop at the Gas and Go on the north edge of campus on her walk back, just for some real human interaction, but chose instead to walk through the campus, pausing in the library where she paged through the latest copies of People and Us before reluctantly returning home. She made it a pattern, doing her new 'breast exercises' in the morning, then heading across campus for a real work out. She half expected to have Dave standing on the porch when she left on Tuesday to tell her to stop, and wondered as she walked through the campus, seeing the many security cameras whether they knew where she was at all times. She laughed at the idea-- the cameras belonged to the university, not the frat. Shaking her head, she scolded herself for being paranoid and vowed her punishment would be an extra mile on the treadmill. On Wednesday, she stopped in the Union and bought coffee, then shopped in the spirit store before she went back home. There were more students around, and she was surprised but also relieved that in three shirts and a hoodie she did not feel like she stood out. Of course, she had grown used to the stares and glares when parading around campus in just a ZB T-shirt and running shorts, so the fact that every guy and most girls paused to eye the sexy blonde's passage across campus went unrecognized. There was one other thing she knew she had to do on Wednesday. She considered having a cab pick her up, but reasoned it could easily be a ZB alum driving. She showered after walking home from her exercises, and then picked up the phone. Remembering what worked, she asked for Shaun, and predictably Dave picked up. "I need my car," she told him. When he asked why, she reminded him that the instructions were that her sutures were to come out after 10 days. And that it was the eleventh day. While the thought that it might hurt made her anxious, Sharon was more worried about how Dr. Brian would react. She was pretty sure he was not going to appreciate the 'new Sharon.' She was embarrassed to realize she had hoped that he would. 'I'm a slut,' she thought. "What did you say?" Dave asked, and Sharon realized she had been thinking aloud. She was relieved he had not heard, and rushed on, "Nothing. But I need the car to go to the clinic." "What about the clinic on campus?" Dave challenged. "They will charge my insurance," she started, "I thought these were the ZB breasts, not my husband's." She was surprised but also relieved when Dave told her to relax, that he had just the solution. And when there was a knock on the door almost an hour later, she almost answered without putting any clothes on, but quickly added a robe, unsure who or what Dave's 'solution' might be. The momentary image of a gawky Veterinary student gave her an anxious moment, but it was simply Dave tapping his foot in feigned impatience. Sharon watched in puzzlement as he purposefully headed to the kitchen table, slinging a flat black ballistic nylon bag he had been carrying onto the flecked laminate surface. He curled a finger at Sharon, who was still standing in the open doorway. She reluctantly closed it and crossed onto the worn linoleum. "Are we going to play doctor now?" she asked, and hoped her anxiety was not obvious. "Oh, plenty of time to play, my little bitch," Dave smiled, "But no, I'm here to take care of you." Sharon stared at him skeptically, and Dave shrugged, "It's a jock frat, right?" Sharon shrugged, then nodded. She knew that most of the members did one sport or another. "Who do you think keeps us patched up?" "The team doctors," Sharon answered frankly. Dave smirked. "True enough," he admitted, "But if you get knicked up and want to keep playing anyway?" Sharon had not considered that. "Look," Dave went on, "I've relocated fingers and toes and shoulders. I've put sutures in and out." He grinned at her, "I promise taking them out is easier." "I didn't hear anything about breast implants," Sharon challenged. "How many breast implants do you think your hero the public clinic doctor has dealt with?" Dave countered, "Or did you not stop to wonder why he was working at a free clinic instead of enjoying a successful private practice?" Sharon blinked, struggling to hide her shock. Had she missed something with... her jaw tightened as she recognized what Dave was doing. The young man was good, but she had seen enough of his manipulations, and knew enough about his ego... Since he apparently thought she had the hots for the doctor, if he had something he would have been waving it in her face, beating her down for being such a fool. Which meant that he did not have anything... Dr. Brian was a good guy, Sharon was suddenly sure, thanks to the attempt by Dave to insinuate otherwise. It also meant, though, that the frat knew she had been there. She shrugged, not wanting Dave to catch on to her line of thought. "I don't know," she looked up at the younger man, "But he has to have patients who... dance at clubs in town." Dave nodded as if she had a point. "And who went to their own plastic surgeons to have the sutures taken out afterwards," he dismissed her point easily, and was tired of the argument, "Enough," he pointed to the plain wood backed kitchen chair, "Sit. Strip the top off and lets see what we've got." Sharon obeyed, though she wished she had another option. She tossed her hoodie onto the table top, followed by the T-shirts, which she removed together. Dave moved the next chair closer after turning Sharon's chair to get the best light on her breasts from the overhead fixture. He lifted one, then the other, tilting his head to see the second suture line. "He did something different, right?" he was obviously surprised. Sharon shrugged, then agreed, "I guess... I mean, I think I remember him talking about a keyhole." Dave nodded. "He did, but it's a good thing, he changed his mind," he leaned back, appraising Sharon's chest, "This will look much better." "That's what I thought, too," Sharon agreed. Dave unzipped the bag, "Lay back on the table?" he directed. "What?!" "The shadow of your breasts are hiding the sutures at the bottom." Mollified, Sharon did, trying not to admit that the thought of Dave fucking her on her kitchen table had her more than a little wet. He stood to the side, though, and pulled a small very bright light out of the bag he had brought, shining it along the incision and touching her gently. Several spots were slightly painful, but Sharon tried to remain calm. "I don't think they're ready yet," Dave warned. "But Dr Pat... Dr... Dr. P said," "I read the instructions, too," Dave cut her off, a warning tone in his voice, "But 10 days could mean 12, even 14 days." Sharon nodded, although she was not sure about that. "But the sutures around your areolae," Dave continued, "We can take them out." "Why, have they healed better?" Sharon was concerned. "Well, I don't think there was as much trauma there," Dave shrugged, "And they don't have the weight of your breasts and implants pushing down on them. Plus, you'll be warmer there on the bottom of you breasts, too." That made sense, and Sharon found herself trusting Dave's assessment. Flat on her back, naked from the waist up, the white housewife was acutely aware of how far she was from the person she had been driving down to school not even six months before. She gasped at a cold hiss as Dave sprayed something over her breasts. "Relax," Dave warned, "This is a topical anesthetic." He sprayed her areolae and nipples more intently, then sat back, waving his hand over her wet skin. As the cold sensation faded, Sharon was aware that her breasts felt slightly numb. He opened a sealed package, pouring alcohol into it, then opened another package, followed by another down by Sharon's hip. She dared not lift her head to look. He donned gloves, then swabbed her breasts, ignoring her inhalation as the room temperature liquid rolled off of her partially numbed skin down her sides. Where liquid was concerned, room temperature felt cold. He tore open what looked like a silver metallic ketchup package, squeezing a clear gel onto each of her areolae. "What's that?" she asked. "Well, when I was growing up, dad always put Vaseline on my sutures before I went to have them taken out," Dave explained, "But that's not sterile. And we don't want to risk an infection, so I put some sterile lubricant on them instead. He held up a small pair of what looked like a cross between scissors and tweezers, but with the jaws rotated ninety degrees compared to Sharon's loop handle tweezers. There was a small, very sharp pair of scissors in his other hand. "Now," he bent closer to her breast, and for a ridiculous moment Sharon thought he meant to suck at her nipple, "We just have to tease..." he used the tweezer like tool to lift, then catch a suture edge. He then carefully slipped one of the scissors' edges between the suture loop and Sharon's skin. He cut, and simultaneously pulled the suture free. For a moment an angry red pore remained visible, where the suture had been tied. Dave wiped the black loop off on a piece of gauze and returned to catch the next suture's free ends. "Did that hurt?" he asked, as he worked on the second suture. Sharon shook her head. It was slow, tedious work, but eventually Dave sat back, setting the scissors on the suture laden gauze. Sharon had been counting. "That's an odd number," she warned, "There are twenty five." Dave shrugged. "Your areolae aren't the exact same size," he pointed out. He looked more closely, "There aren't any more sutures." He reached into his bag, tearing open a foil pack of antibiotic ointment that he smeared over the margins of Sharon's areolae before covering each with a 4x4 gauze, which he taped in place. "Maybe we should have you wear just this to class tomorrow," he smirked. Sharon had wondered if they even expected her to go to class. "Or to the gym," he added, his smile broadening, "I bet you'd have more guys going to exercise than are enrolled if that happened." Sharon relaxed, certain Dave was just teasing her. "So will I go back to work at Go's now?" she asked, trying to decide if she was as anxious to go back as she sounded, and realizing that she was, wondering again what had happened to her. "What?" she realized she had missed what Dave said. "Soon enough," the ZB assured her, "First we have to get the rest of those sutures out and have your coming out party." Sharon smiled, confident that would be a fun evening. She managed to resist the urge to ask for more information. "I figure, a few more days and we'll get those out," Dave motioned at the bottoms of her breasts, and Sharon reflexively covered her breasts at the reminder she was laying nude before the younger man. Dave motioned to the television, "Have you been enjoying the new BZ View?" Sharon nodded. "I feel like I'm being left out," she complained. "You're the one who did not want to be on camera." "Like that has mattered," Sharon countered, and Dave did not bother arguing. "You'll be playing along soon enough," he assured their pet white wife, "You've been hitting the gym, do you think you're ready to dance again?" Sharon gingerly touched the line of sutures at the bottom of each of her breasts. "I don't know, these sort of poke at me." She missed Dave's smile at what else she had grown used to 'poking' her, "And I haven't done anything too strenuous at the gym." He nodded. "Well, I guess we'll have to look into that," and he stood. For a moment, Sharon thought he meant to have sex with her, something she had been hoping for from the moment she had let him inside. Her hands were already on her panties, but he was closing up his kit, and before she could redirect her thoughts, he was heading for the front door, "Take it easy a few more days," he told her over his shoulder. "But I'm horny," she groused, loudly enough to be sure she was heard. He laughed. "Oh, I think you're finding ways to take the edge off of that," he taunted her, "But your night is coming up." And then he was gone. Frustrated, Sharon relocated to the couch, selecting the frat's pay per view porn feed without really thinking about it. She absently fingered herself while watching other BZ Bitches putting out to frat members, wondering if a second trip to the gym might ease the building itch of her need. Friday morning dawned clear but cold. Sharon turned on the news and learned that a new front was pushing through and snow was possible for the weekend. She had purchased a mascot beanie and scarf, and adding a lined school hoodie over the usual T-shirts as a layer against both the cold and prying eyes, she scooped up her backpack, her class schedule, and set out on foot, determined to begin the second semester as a real student, just as she had in the fall. Feeling almost as obvious as she had her first day as a freshman but for entirely different reasons, Sharon self-consciously slipped into a seat at the back of her classrooms. It was also in part because she had not looked at her schedule until when she was on her way to her first class, meaning she was always almost late. Pausing only long enough for coffee and a quick muffin at the Union, Sharon had three classes from 8AM until 2PM when her day was finished. Pleased that she had not been cornered by a ZB demanding a blow job or worse, but also frustrated that she had not been dragged into a stall and thoroughly fucked, the housewife decided to walk on to the gym to exercise her frustrations away before returning home. Of course, doing so meant taking off the hoodie and all but one of the T-shirts. Her prior visits there had been only a few other students exercising, but with school back in session and new year's resolutions in mind, the rec center was much busier than it had been. And Sharon found herself acutely aware that the guys were watching as she walked on the treadmill. And when she gingerly did her back and abdominal exercises. Embarrassed, she stopped after only a half hour, bundled up, and crossed the campus back to her home away from home. She had checked her phone frequently on the way, expecting a call from Shaun or Dave about the welcome back party. While the sutures were still obvious, and the incisions nearly as glaring, a week without sex had Sharon anxiously anticipating the party. But there were no calls, and no text messages. Frustrated, she flopped onto the couch, deftly packed the bong, and once she had taken the edge off with several hits interrupted by a concerted effort to get herself off without resorting to the big dildo in her nightstand, Sharon began to look through the day's notes and assignments. She had worried that having been away from class the majority of the past semester she would be impossibly behind, but nothing had seemed particularly advanced. It was almost disappointing. She looked at the schedule so as to be better prepared on Monday, then idly watched the developing orgy at Mary's. She blinked seeing that Mary and Kelly were draped over the back of the divercee's leather couch, taking it from a pair of ZB members at the same time. Sharon could admit that she was jealous. She got up, carefully moving behind her own couch, then leaning over it to see if the position was uncomfortable for her chest. "Damn it," she groused, as the position and what she was watching left her in need of satisfaction. She went into the bedroom, slipping the big dildo that Dave had selected at the adult store the year before into her hungry pussy, even before she lay back on the bed. Sharon went to work, pretending it was... Tom. Smiling, she enjoyed two orgasms in just a few minutes, and drifted to sleep with the big rubber phallus buried in her temporarily sated cunt. Sharon went to the gym twice on Saturday and Sunday, pushing her body, testing just what hurt, and then doing another rep or two. She was pleased when she was able to do some chest presses without any pain. The second trip each day was an impulsive decision when her arousal at the endless spiel of live and recorded sex had her too hot to sit still. She kept it up the next week, exercising, showering at the gym, and then heading to class, then finishing the day back at the gym a second time. She kept telling herself she should turn the television off, but would find herself watching and playing with herself, remembering similar encounters with the frat members or fantasizing that she was taking part. When she grew tired of masturbating, she would light up the bong, after which she would sit giggling at what she was watching. She was still playing with herself almost constantly, but without the pressing need to get off. Dave visited on the 26th, shortly after Sharon had returned from her later afternoon work out. He had the black satchel along, and Sharon asked him to wait while she showered, pointing out they did not want her to get an infection. Aroused at just the big frat member's presence, Sharon used her shower head to get off, telling herself she would be able to sit still that way. She did not bother drying off or dressing, stepping to the doorway and asking Dave 'how do you want me.' Dave smirked. He did not rise to the bait, although his cock responded. It did not surprise him, Sharon had already been shit hot. With her new tits, the housewife could have been a Playboy centerfold. No, he thought with a broader smile, a Penthouse Pet, maybe... or a Hustler Honey. There was barely any trace of innocence in the smoldering expression on the horny housewife's face. He motioned to the table, pretending he had not noticed her invitation. "Let's get those out, you have to be ready to party this weekend." "Oh, I'm more than ready," Sharon assured him, carefully laying back on the table. Her nipples, already erect, stiffened more at the touch of the cold table top on her back. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17B Original story: Scipio Continued: RogueAlan Author's Note: Happy New Year, gang! I know, it's been too long. Real life gets in the way, though, and the time to write isn't always there. And frankly, Ann's story was coming easier than Sharon's... What's left for Sharon to do for us? Not to mention that pesky little continuity thing-- as the story grows longer, making sure I'm not committing some cardinal sin in timeline or who said what or who did who becomes more of a challenge. Toward that end, those who've caught me making a mistake, my most sincere apologies... I've tried to minimize them, but I know they exist out there. And if you've read closely enough to catch them, my thanks, I hope it hasn't detracted from the story. It was NOT my intent to hold this until it was 'appropriate' but it seems to have been fortuitously timed. Which brings me to my requests... as ever, PLEASE someone take a stab at what happens... if not to Sharon, there are her friends, other BZ Bitches, her son and daughter, Chris, the doctor, his staff, the frat members... the options are endless. I started out rewriting Penthouse Forum stories decades ago, because they all had errors... My writing still has errors, but over time the practice made for better writing. And the authors who've let me crib their characters and take them on new adventures I owe a lasting debt. One of these days I'll do some more original pieces, but we have a ways to go with Sharon and Ann yet. But I mention this because if you've noticed on the new stories line there is a little annual contest. I am NOT asking for me... a couple stories over the course of a year wouldn't put me in the standing of the regular contributors here, but there must be authors and stories you like, and I hope you will take a minute to nominate your favorites for the LitErotica awards... I always enjoy Just Plan Bob, StangStar06, StoryTeller07, dr13bone, Karen Kay, and a bunch of other authors, for example. Think of it as your chore for getting to enjoy an endless stream of great erotic stories. And as ever, let me know what you like... or don't like. I'll listen to suggestions, but can't always promise they get incorporated. D, your suggestions saw some life in this chapter. Roby, there were a couple Playboy girls at the end of the year whose measurements would be bang on for Sharon if they were say fifteen years older. To the readers who hated Sharon's implants, I'm with you, actually... my personal experience is that they suck. But it seemed a natural step for our heroine. To all the others who have asked after Sharon my thanks, I hope you'll enjoy 17B... RA Chapter 17B: Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band Sharon was nervous when she woke on Monday. It was not about classes, or anything related to the frat. She rolled to her side, gazing lovingly at her companion, happy that they were together, that her breast implants had not... she giggled as she thought 'come between them,' because that had most certainly happened. Rolling supine once again, she stared up at the ceiling, replaying the past weeks as a defense against considering the coming day... or more accurately the coming night. Still excited after the unexpected and brazenly rude approach of the arrogant frat students... or more accurately from the subsequent 'work out' she had thoroughly enjoyed-- and in public no less-- with Bernie, Sharon had expected to clean up and practice her dancing. Instead, she had come home to find her guest waiting for her. Kelly had been naked, and within seconds, Sharon had joined the younger woman. Kissing and fondling one another with the familiarity of long time lovers, Sharon had wanted to go into the bedroom, but Kelly had not been patient enough to wait. Before she could consider whether she had even closed, much less locked the front door, Sharon had been moaning in her front room as Kelly knelt in front of her, hands steadying them both at the back of Sharon's toned thighs as she lapped at the housewife's hairless seam, pausing at the top of each stroke to suck or lick at her aroused bead. Sharon came quickly, sagging back until she had managed to catch the pole where the table had once stood. Kelly had moved with, her, until Sharon's ass was centered on the cool brass, as the young brunette's hot breath and skilled tongue got her off again. Panting, hungry to return the favor, Sharon had pulled the shorter woman up, gasping in pleasure as Kelly's lips fastened onto her turgid right nipple, manicured nails playing deftly with the pierced left side. Her free hand had cupped Sharon's tight ass, dropping lower until her fingers slid easily into Sharon's dripping sex. "Mmm," the brunette BZ murmured, "I've missed this." Sharon shivered at her lover's words, catching Kelly's head in her hands, bringing her face up, and kissing the younger woman fervently. Her own hands had slipped down Kelly's tanned sides, then rose as she cupped the more naturally endowed woman's full breasts, thumbs flicking at her nipples, then applying a firm pressure. Kelly's head dropped back, her body undulating, pelvis pressing against Sharon's thigh, one leg rising as she rubbed her sex against Sharon. Sharon's lips dropped to Kelly's neck, and balancing her weight at the small of her back, she slipped her arms back until she was hugging the smaller woman. Giggling, she spun, placing Kelly against the pole. Flexing her knees applied more pressure against the brunette's sex, and let her slide lower, until she could begin to lick and suck at the younger woman's pierced nipples. She caught one ring in her teeth, pulling gently, which elicited a gasp. Kelly was literally humping herself against the top of Sharon's thigh, and it was tempting to shift just enough that they would be sex to sex, but Sharon knew she would not be able to hold that position... and she wanted to taste Kelly's nectar. Her hands replaced her lips at Kelly's breasts, anchoring her dance partner against the pole as she kissed down, until she came into contact with Kelly's hooded clit. She closed her lips over the sensitive flesh, applying gentle suction and flicking at the cleft in the hood as her knees came to rest on the ground between Kelly's spread feet. Looking up, the sexy brunette had reached up, grasping the pole above her head, and for a moment Sharon imagined doing this in front of the crowd at Snake Eyes. Her body trembled, and she blinked, wondering how she had become such an exhibitionist. She never stopped working at Kelly's hidden button, though, and as she paused for the first time, pressing her nose against the top of Kelly's sex, while dragging her tongue down, and then back up the brunette's dripping sex, Kelly's hands came down off of the pole. When Sharon again began to suck at Kelly's clit in earnest, the younger woman's fingers tangled in Sharon's newly styled hair, pulling her closer, urging her on. Sharon thrust the long middle finger of her right hand into Kelly's sex, then, searching for the almond shaped almost pebbled texture on the front wall of her lover's vaginal vault. Remembering the way it had affected her, she circled the subtle protuberance as she continued sucking and licking at Kelly's clit. As the younger woman's breathing and trembling thighs signaled her approaching orgasm, Sharon applied more direct and insistent pressure. She reveled in the control she had over Kelly's pleasure as the smaller woman's orgasm broke, hips jerking, even as she tilted her pelvis, pressing her sex against Sharon's insistent mouth. Kelly's climax continued, spurred on by Sharon's digital manipulation. It seemed to echo and rebound, flowing into the climax that followed on its heels. And as she cried out, her juices literally erupted, soaking Sharon's face and hand. The housewife murmured in delight, lapping the brunette's cum up, all the while keeping that pressure at the front of Kelly's sex. Kelly had proven to be as quick a student of the squirting climax as Sharon had been, and had laughed as the married student soaked the linoleum floor only a few minutes later. It had become something of a challenge, in the days since, each trying to get the right leverage long enough to get the other off so totally. Her young friend had visited every day during the week, and the women did not bother with clothes as they caught up, Sharon telling the young brunette about her Vegas weekend, and Kelly showing her preferred dance partner some of the new routines she and Lisa had put together. Sharon spent the time she was home while Kelly was in class or working for the frat trying to perfect the new dances; she was anxious to get back to Go's, and never considered how that could be the case. In fact, by the 11th, she had called the frat repeatedly, asking if she could go back to dance, and given the repeated denials, she was considering taking her case to Go in person. While the thought left her more than a little aroused, she was also aware that it might lead to some punishment or other by Dave and Shaun, and that had kept her from acting. Her rebellion had gone so far as to drive Kelly to the club on Wednesday, even waving at a couple of the other dancers who were going in . She had hoped Go would hear and would demand Shaun and Dave let her return to the rotation. But nothing had happened. She had taken a circuitous route home, finding with a little difficulty Mary's impressive house. She was not really surprised to find that the brass 'Gardener' plaque on the stone wall beside the drive had a professional looking 'BZ' added at the end. And through the closed gate she could see several of the frat members' cars. But it was cold enough that any partying she was missing was happening inside. She turned toward home, not really considering that she did not know when Dave or Shaun had returned her car, or that she considered the tiny place where she was living home, rather than her real home. She had stopped, shopping aimlessly in the Walmart before returning home, where she had made sure that she was caught up on homework before she went through the dance routine and headed across campus to exercise. As she went through her circuit and climbed back onto the treadmill, anxious that she had gained weight during her dancing hiatus, Sharon could not keep from looking to the door each time it opened. She found herself hoping Bernie or one of the other frat members would 'interrupt' her, but it did not happen. Instead, she found her momentary attention to the succession of students there to exercise insured that the young men spent most of their time watching her. It was a relief that none of them were so bold as to approach her. She knew she should just ignore anyone coming into the gym. She did shock herself that Wednesday as a boy lifting an impressive weight on the squat rack drew her attention-- she found herself wondering if he might be sufficiently endowed to satisfy her. Because as amazing as her orgasms were with Kelly, it just was not the same. She needed more. Frightened of what she was thinking, the blonde housewife abandoned her cardio, jumping down before the belt had stopped moving, with her towel and water bottle in hand. She did not bother with the locker room, which would mean passing close to the young man who had been a temptation. Instead, she went out into the hall, and followed the signs to the pool. Maybe Bernie would be inside. Instead, it was open swim, and there were student splashing and having fun, with a clutch of matronly women in the shallow end doing water aerobics. Sharon smiled, amazed that more than a few of the women were actually wearing bathing caps. All had to weigh at least twice what she did, a reminder that it was important that she keep exercising. So she returned to the gym, and for the first time in nearly two weeks she had studiously ignored the others for the rest of her visit. Walking back, still sweating lightly after her renewed focus on the treadmill, Sharon answered her phone when it rang without checking the screen. "Hello." There was a pause. "Shar'?" She blinked, almost stumbling as she realized who it was. "Chris," she looked down self consciously, glad that she was wearing her sweats and a North Face fleece that helped with the blowing cold, "Is something wrong?" She had a sudden mental image of Catherine trapped in a wrecked sports car, her daughter's head pinned in Zeke's lap. "No, well, except that we miss you, hon'," Chris hesitated, "I guess I'd hoped we would see you more often this semester." "Oh," Sharon began to walk again, "Well, I'm sure I can, but with the cold and classes getting started again..." "So I should expect you this weekend?" "I uh... I hadn't really thought about it," she answered lamely. "Well you'll at least be home Monday," Chris pressed, "Or would you rather I came there. I haven't been up to see your little place yet, so..." "No!" Sharon winced at how sharp her response was, "It's tiny and it's a mess. No I should come home to see everybody." She found herself watching a young woman walking hand in hand with a spectacled dark skinned man as she crossed the campus, and imagined it was her daughter and Zeke. What was she going to say when she did go home? She blinked, realizing she had missed what Chris was saying. "... forgot about us or if you were mad about New Years..." She waited, puzzled at the way he left that trail off, but she had no idea why she should be mad. She had been married long enough to know, though that admitting that would be a mistake. "No, I meant what I said, "she answered instead, "I've just been busy. I'm either in class or studying or exercising." "Well I can't wait to celebrate, then," Chris continued. Sharon frowned, still trying to understand what was important about Monday. "Will you be home Saturday or Sunday?" "Uhm, I'll have to check..." Sharon managed not to say 'with Dave and Shaun,' "my schedule. And make sure Kelly doesn't have something for me here." "Bring her," Chris insisted, "She can round out the kids celebration, since I think Catherine and her new boyfriend said something about dinner. I know her brother and boyfriend hang out a lot, so they might all just go together, leaving us to..." Sharon did not answer. "Well, I thought it was one of your favorite days," Chris added, clearly a bit put out. And then Sharon remembered. "Oh, my," she bit her lip, "I've been so busy I almost forgot." She glanced down at her chest, "I hope you'll like my surprise." She meant to say 'for you,' but it did not seem right. "I'll text you when I'm going to be back. I'm sorry baby, I wish we could talk longer, but I have to get to a small group session. "That's great," Chris was barely listening, having assured that his plans were going to work. Sharon frowned, wondering if he would have heard if she had said 'I have to strip at Snake Eyes,' "I'll see you soon, babe." "OK, honey. Love you." And then her husband was gone. Sharon was decidedly unsettled for the remainder of the walk home. The familiar anxieties... shame, guilt, fear, assaulted the defenses she had built. She paused inside her small house, eyes moving from the tin of marijuana and the bong sitting on the mantle to the stripper pole-- she could never let Chris visit school. Aware that she was sweating, Sharon stripped naked in the front room and padded into the bathroom, pausing at her reflection, and at what she had just done. What was Chris going to say about her new breasts? Or her new hair? Stepping beneath the still cool spray, Sharon wondered if it really mattered. Her hands rose to her breasts, and she turned away from the water, squeezing a measure of liquid soap onto the loofa before she began to soap her chest. Her breasts were for the frat... was any of her for her husband any longer? As usual, she masturbated once she was clean, a brief escape from everything she mistakenly believed was hidden from even the frat's omnipresence. At first she tried to fantasize about the coming visit, about being with Chris. But nothing happened. And still nothing, when she instead called to mind the best sex she could ever remember having with her husband. She was frustrated,, but intent on thinking of someone other than Shaun or Dave or Tom or Go or Bernie... and she thrust the ready memories of each man away from her consciousness as they came to mind... Sharon found herself imagining how hot it would be performing with Kelly again. Arousal sparked, built by the combination of her agile fingers and the spray of hot water from the hand held shower head. She stubbornly put Chris in the audience, watching them as they circled each other and the pole, both naked, glistening with oil and sweat, touching one another with the confidence of long time lovers. Sharon braced her back against the wall of the shower, imagining she was on her back on the main stage at Snake Eyes, with Kelly between her legs, the crowd unaware that it was not simulated fellatio they were witnessing. Sharon imagined looking over at Chris, wanting him involved in her fantasy. But her husband's focus was not her... Sharon found herself imagining her husband was watching Kelly. Distracted, she looked the other way, and found Lisa dancing in a mirror image of the number she and Kelly had been doing. She and her dance partner were a verse behind, moving sinuously together, pausing to kiss, hungrily. Then Lisa pivoted away, and Sharon found herself watching her daughter, working the pole and returning Lisa's affection with genuine desire. Sharon gasped in the shower, lost in her fantasy, unable to break free of her own imagination. She looked back, terrified that Chris would see their daughter. Zeke was lounging beside her husband, and while Chris' eyes were still locked on Kelly, the young football star's entire focus was her. Licking his lips, he stood, unzipping and extracting his impressive cock. Sharon's sex twitched and she moaned, reaching down, pulling Kelly closer, trying to focus on the delicious sensation of the brunette's tongue flickering over her clit. Sharon looked away again, now in fear that her daughter would see Trevor's attention on her. To her shock, she and Kelly's dance partner was standing passively, holding her daughter's far leg high in the air. Sharon watched Go ease down, thrusting his glorious bent cock-- naked-- into her daughter's sex. She moaned, because it was as if she could feel the thrust between her legs, up into her cunt. And then she looked up to find Zeke looming over her, thrusting endlessly into her. Sharon came hard, belatedly finding herself crouched in the shower stall, the loose hanging spray head hitting her side intermittently as it twisted beside her. "Oh my God what's going on with me," she said aloud, struggling upright, and replacing the shower head. Her fantasy had been she and her daughter... And she could not talk to anyone about it. Kelly still did not know what everyone had been watching at the New Year's party. Sharon guessed her young friend would laugh at the idea Chris wanted her. Zeke had not figured in the names she had considered as being her lovers... was she jealous of her daughter? So Sharon thrust the fantasy and the questions it raised from her mind, telling herself it was just that Chris had called, and she was feeling guilty. And she worked at perfecting the new dances even harder than before, wrestling with whether she should let Shaun know she would be going home on Monday. The weekend dragged by. Kelly was busy at the club or enjoying some ZB party. Sharon studied, exercised, and then lounged on the couch, smoking and watching television. And when she had not heard from any of the ZB by Sunday afternoon, Sharon decided she was going home without bothering to say anything. Her car had not disappeared again, and she had not spoken to Chris or the kids at home; she doubted they even knew about Chris calling her. Grabbing some cash out of the night stand, she drove to the city's small mall, and after enjoying a one of Mrs. Powell's decadent cinnamon rolls, more calories than she had likely eaten in a single day since Christmas dinner, the sugar buzzed housewife found a slinky silk red dress at Maurice's, which she finished with four inch silver heels from Rue21 and appropriate silver dangle earrings and an infinity necklace from Francesca's. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17B She even had enough money left to get a half dozen of the impossibly good rolls to take home, along with a mascot hoodie as Chris' Valentine's gift at the Jock's Nitch. Perversely she opted to stop at Spencer's where she selected an only slightly inappropriate card as well as a gift bag for her husband's gift, ignorant of the staring young men and the awkward pass the clerk attempted, asking who the card was for as he bagged it. She stopped outside the store, and found herself considering whether she should be getting cards for her favorite frat members. This was not their holiday, she told herself confidently, still frustrated at their ignoring her. She carefully put the hoodie in the bag and scribbled a heartfelt note of thanks to her husband for his letting her return to chase her dream, sealing the envelope and leaving them together in the open back of the Land Rover before she ever put the key into the ignition to drive home. It was cold, but she had seen the camera footage of some of the things that had happened inside of her car, and she wanted to keep her husband's gift a secret. Curling up on the couch, she loaded and enjoyed her bong, but uncharacteristically she selected the Lifetime channel, and spent the evening, giggling at the ridiculous situations in which a series of women found themselves, and got up only once, when a fit of the munchies hit. She considered going out to the car for more of the cinnamon rolls, but having stripped naked as had become her habit the moment she was in her place, Sharon decided donning even her own hoodie and sweats would be too much work. She opted instead to microwave some of the Orville R popcorn, washing it down with a champagne pop before she fell asleep on the couch. Sharon nearly overslept, but heard the louder back up alarm from the clock on the nightstand and jumped up, throwing on the sweats that had been too much effort the night before and rushing to class without bothering with make up. She mistook the stares of the passing young men as being that she looked hideous without makeup, never recognizing that the curves of her body were plain against the cotton material, and that the students' attention was entirely complimentary. Between classes she slipped into one of the women's rooms, applying enough make up to 'look presentable' without being late too class. It was only when she caught a guy in her second class staring at her chest that she realized she had practically been advertising all morning. She smiled at the young man, pleased at the attention from the obviously hesitant young man. She paid him no more heed, though, confident he would not approach her, and as certain he would not be able to satisfy her, even if she was looking for a quickie. She blinked at that thought; sex with the ZB had become a wonderfully routine experience, and the men she pleasured at work... well, that was work. And sometimes a bit of pleasure she admitted to herself, but it was work. She was not looking to have sex with anyone, though. And she was going home, to the man she loved, after all, she scolded herself. She paid no attention to the cooling effect that had on the arousal that had threatened to become an even more prominent display to the young men and women scattered through the lecture hall. Sharon barely kept from jogging back home after class; she was truly looking forward to being home. She knew that unfettered the new 'improved' her would draw unwelcome attention, though; she even clutched her binder over her chest rather than packing it into her backpack on the trip across campus and through the union. She did not head to the gym first, and did not stop for coffee or a bite, because she had to get ready. Safely back at her small place, Sharon glowered at the tank and T shirt she had neglected to don before rushing off to school. She stripped in the front room, padded naked into the kitchen, looking into the fridge and opting for a bowl of baby carrots and a glass of almond milk, which she carried through the bedroom and set on the bathroom counter before she started the shower. She reached out periodically and snacked as she soaped, then carefully though largely unnecessarily shaved before soaping again, eyeing herself critically in the mirror as she dried off. There was no mistaking the change-- she hoped Chris would like it. Snorting, she knew he was going to be pleased. She went through what had become routine, teasing her hair up, fixing it just so, and applying her make up in a manner guaranteed to attract attention. Gone was the mousy housewife of the plain hair and bare minimum cosmetic assist. The concession to her intended destination was the perfume, a scent Chris liked, which she never wore when working or attending the various ZB soirees. She applied it deftly, behind the knee, her neck between the collarbones and beneath each ear. Without thinking, she dabbed again between her augmented breasts, and then trailed a bead from her navel to the top of her sex. She returned to the front room, scooping up the bags she had left on the couch the night before. She was relieved to see that the silk had not wrinkled, giggling because she had no iron if it had. She fished a red lace thong out of the dresser, then went into the bathroom to dress, eyeing herself critically in the mirror. The plunging neckline left nothing to the imagination. Her legs looked good, but she found herself wishing she had purchased hose as well. Satisfied, she threw a clean hoodie and sweats set into her Vera Weekender, along with more underwear and T shirts, adding her purse to the bag before grabbing the keys, prepared to drive back to her family. She yanked open the door, gasping as Kelly nearly fell through the resulting space into Sharon's arms. The young brunette cried out, catching hold of Sharon to steady herself. "Let a girl knock, Shar'," she managed, when she had here balance again. Sharon had stepped back instinctively and Kelly and the other young BZ Bitch followed her into her house. "You're already ready?" Kelly continued, pouting, "I was hoping we could have some fun, first." "I," Sharon hesitated, as she wondered at 'what she was ready for' even as her body responded at the prospect of some playtime with the sexy younger woman. "Uhm, ready?" Kelly set a hand on her hip, frowning at the taller blonde. "The mixer," Kelly looked Sharon up and down, then rolled her eyes, "Why, what are you all dressed up for?" "I was..." Sharon paused and looked at the other girl, trying to remember her name, "I was going home. It's a special day." "It is a special day," the other young woman agreed, "And you look great. Perfect in fact. They'll love it." Sharon blinked at her, then looked to Kelly, whose eyes were glued to her cleavage. Her nipples tightened as if Kelly's was touching them. "Shannon's right," Kelly nodded her head, belatedly tearing her gaze away to meet Sharon's eyes. She winked, "And maybe we can find some time to play around after all." "But I told you..." "When are you supposed to be home?" Shannon asked, reaching out to take Sharon's bag from her. She had not closed the door, and Sharon found herself following the younger women onto her porch. "I, uh... well, we're going to have dinner..." "Oh, you'll be done by then," Shannon waved a hand, "Can we take your car? Kelly and I walked over from the frat." Sharon felt a pang of jealousy. She shrugged. "Where's this mixer, the frat?" she asked hopefully. "I can't believe you didn't get my text," Kelly groused, climbing into the back seat. Sharon caught the strap of her bag, which Shannon relinquished gracefully. The puzzled housewife opened the back gate, set the bag down and dug her phone out. It was dead. She groaned, realizing she had not put it on the charger after shopping the day before. She showed it to her friend. "Sorry, I forgot to charge it," she brought it around toward the driver's side, but Shannon was already standing in the open door. "It'll be quicker if you let me drive," she said confidently, and Sharon shrugged, circling the front of the vehicle and climbing into the passenger seat. The young woman climbed in, affixed her seatbelt, and carefully checked the mirrors before starting the big SUV. "Charge it," Kelly warned, "You can tell Chris you may be late." Sharon turned around as the car pulled away from the curb. "She said it wouldn't be a problem," she argued. Kelly shrugged, "I don't think she knows you don't live here." "That isn't your place?" Shannon motioned with her head toward the receding home. "It is, but.. .Well, my family isn't here," Sharon finished lamely. Shannon nodded as if that made complete sense. "I need to go home today," Sharon went on, "I can help at this mixer or whatever for awhile, but my husband expects me home today." When Shannon just nodded, Sharon focused on getting the car charger working. After a moment the screen lit and the phone chimed, but it would be another minute before she could use it. Sharon began to compose her text in her head. "Where are we going?" Shannon smiled blandly. "Lonely Hearts," she said as if Sharon should know. It's a ZB mixer they have every year. "A fund raiser?" Shannon nodded. "This car is sweet," she ran her hands over the leather accents, "What does your husband do?" Sharon ignored that, looking back to Kelly. "How will you two get home afterwards?" "Oh," Kelly, chewed at her lip, "Well, could I come home with you? I could hang with Scott and Catherine..." Sharon nodded. "We may not be back before class tomorrow." "It's okay," and by her tone, Sharon knew her friend was not bothering with classes. She realized she felt jealous about that, too. "What are we doing?" Kelly shrugged, and Shannon offered no explanation. "How long have you been a BZ Bitch?" Sharon asked next. The brown haired co-ed glanced across the car at Sharon. "I'm a junior," she said, as if that was an answer. And Sharon guessed that it was... it had only been freshmen in her Sister's group. "So you've done this before?" "Of course," Shannon was terrifyingly close to the 'valley girls' that had been so horrible on television and in movies when Sharon was still driving her daughter to see the latest 'blockbuster.' "I'm a hostess this year." "And we're servers?" Kelly asked, the thought of what she might be 'serving' making Sharon clamp her thighs together. Sharon almost groaned, imagining having to serve Shaun or Dave or Tom as they enjoyed a meal with their date. "Oh no, it's catered," Shannon answered. And offered no more. "Uhm, are we the ZB's dates?" Sharon asked after it became obvious Shannon was not explaining further. "Well, there are some ZB member there," she said frowning as if she did not have a ready explanation. "So we're helping them out somehow..." Kelly sat back, "Must be some of the college big wigs will be there or something, since we get to dress up." Shannon smiled back at the sexy brunette and nodded. "Yes, some of them will be there." Sharon stopped trying to guess, looking at the passing scenery. She realized it was a familiar route, but could not place it. And then she could, although Shannon had come in from the north instead of the east like Verel had. There were lots of cars in the strip mall where Joyce's salon was located; more cars then there had been when Sharon got her new do. And the cars were not typical of the frat. True, there was a gleaming Hummer close to the shops, but it was mostly high end vehicles... Mercedes, Lexus, Volvo, and Cadillac. A Buick Regal seemed the most pedestrian. 'The Little' Gym' was what the overhead sign read. The soap graphics on the windows, though, had been altered to read 'Lonely Hearts Ristorante.' Shannon parked and Kelly and Sharon followed their sister toward the storefront. Along the way Sharon pointed out Joyce's salon to Kelly, but her friend already knew. She held up her hands, the glossy black nails almost sparkling in the sunlight. "These haven't chipped for nearly two weeks," she said happily. Joyce was working, and waved at the women as they neared the building. "I've never been here before, though," Kelly nodded toward the gym. "Me either," Sharon agreed, thinking about Verel and the rec center at school. The trio passed through the mirror filmed glass front door then. Sharon covered her mouth with her hand to hide a snicker. The various universal machines that would usually be spread across the big room were crowded to the center, with opaque packing film circling them, blocking much of the view of the room. But to their left, in rows of plain seats that reminded Sharon of the DMV, there were a couple dozen men. She was aware of their eyes on her and the other women as Shannon led them away from the waiting crowd toward the rear of the gym. Glancing at them, she was puzzled... Almost all were white, and were much older than the members of the frat. Some were even older than Chris. She looked away, suddenly terrified that if she kept looking from face to face she would find him there, staring at her. The overhead fluorescent lights were off, the lighting provided by tiki style poles atop which she saw were battery operated lights that flickered like candles. At the edge of the room particle or press board-- Sharon could never remember the difference-- walls had been erected at four or five foot intervals, with heavy drapes hanging before each stall. They went past five, and Sharon guessed glancing across that back that there were sixteen or seventeen such booths. They went through a gap at the back between the booths at the rear of the gym and those on the left side. She relaxed slightly, finding other BZ Bitches lounging in the corridor that led to the locker rooms. Kelly and Sharon hugged their fellow 'Freshman class,' looking about, still uncertain what was expected. Lisa and Diane came through a couple minutes after Sharon and Kelly had found space on one of the locker room benches to await their instructions. Smiling broadly, Lisa hugged Sharon and Kelly and gushed to Diane about how great 'their sisters' had been in including her. Kelly asked if they knew what was happening, and Lisa shrugged. Diane was clearly less enthralled with the situation. "Amanda texted us to be ready, picked us up, and here we are," she complained, "And what's with the crowd of old white guys... some of them could be my dad." "She didn't give you any clues?" Sharon asked, not really trying to think about it. "Nope," Lisa shrugged, "Except she said it's the easiest thing we'll do for the frat this year." Diane nodded, and the women sat down, quickly falling into a discussion of what each was doing 'for the frat'. Sharon listened, trying not to feel jealous. She avoided asking if the others knew about the frat's 'channel.' She got up, wandering through the locker rooms, wondering if Mary Gardner would be there. Before she had returned to the group, feeling pleased that the bitch was not going to be part of the party, people were standing up, headed for the common space between the locker rooms. She rejoined Kelly and was not surprised to find Dave waving his hands before the crowd of BZ Bitches. "Damn," he whistled, glancing around the room, "Gonna have to have you dress up for a ZB party like this." Sharon smiled, along with the others. "I bet you're wondering why your chaperone's brought you here today," he continued, waving at the line of junior BZ Bitches who were standing behind him closer to the gym. "We have a special treat today," he paused, "You know it's Valentine's... one of the loneliest days of the year for too many people." The women, who had been anticipating something exciting, quieted at the tone and message. "And you may not know it, but we athletes don't have a lot of cash for getting our girlfriends Valentine's gifts." Sharon blinked, wondering just who was Dave's girlfriend if it wasn't everyone of the women in the room with her. "Or at least if we HAD girlfriends," he continued after a moment, lightening the mood. The women giggled. "Before I was a ZB member this began," Sharon wondered if it was true, "We share our sisters for a special meal for men in the community who don't have someone to be their Valentine." The assembled BZ Bitches looked at one another, with various expressions of surprise and puzzlement. "I know what you're thinking," Dave waved his hand, quieting the crowd, "They aren't ZB, you're right... Some of them never get to spend any... quality time with a pretty woman. And I know that many of you have your own plans for tonight," he leered at the crowd, "So this isn't one of our raves that will go on until tomorrow night." He held a finger up, "Remember, be nice... Show them a good time, think of it as doing a good deed." He stepped back, "Shannon?" The junior ZB Bitch who had driven Sharon and Kelly to the gym stepped up, holding two glasses. "There's a protocol here," she said, "The men will have flowers for you and a gift. You'll take the flowers, but pass the gift off to one of us," she indicated the other juniors, "We bring them back for Dave to assess. Then he'll send us back with one of these," and she waved the drinks she was holding, "A daiquiri means you should blow your date." There were sudden hushed whispers all around then, "A blue Hawaii, means you should let him fuck you." And another of the junior stepped up, holding a green drink, "And a mojito means..." "Bottoms up," Dave offered from the side. One of the other juniors had stepped up, holding a canvas basket. "Grab a couple tubes of lube," Shannon warned, "You've seen our 'dates' aren't the sort of man who can really get us going like Dave," Women around the room giggled at that, including Sharon, despite the flash of jealousy she felt at the response. "I'd say prep both possible access points, and it'll be easier for you. "There are condoms at the tables," the BZ Bitch holding the lube tubes added to the obvious relief of several of the girls. "There are more rooms than there are girls," Shannon continued, "But come back here to find your next date after you finish." The women nodded, and Sharon found herself wondering how no one was arguing. "Remember to smile. Make them think you're enjoying it," the lube Bitch advised, "It makes it go faster, too, I promise." "And there'll be a surprise when you're through," Shannon added, "Now see any of us for your fist station..." Which is how Sharon found herself in the moderately lit booth sitting across from the mousy economics under chair. The man's impossibly bad comb over kept threatening to capture her attention, except she was more distracted by the greased and ready to go sensation between her legs, and which was the last thing she expected to be feeling seated with... him. Oh, he was nice enough, and nervous, too. She would have though him sweet, except that he was wearing a wedding ring. She found herself staring wondering why he was cheating, and stared at it until he noticed. "You're wondering if I'm married," he said sadly, and for a moment Sharon feared hearing that the woman had died, or worse, that her he would be offended. She winced, already wondering how Dave would punish her, and began to shake her head. "She loves me, and I her," the man paused, "But... Well she has no interest in sex, and I..." he trailed off, as if shocked at admitting he could be horny, "I'm weak, I admit." Without thinking Sharon reached cross, covering the man's hand. "Lorenz... I can call you Lorenz?" She was glad for the name tag. She knew he worked at the university but would not have known his name. The man nodded. For his part, he seemed unable to take his eyes from Sharon's cleavage. "Everyone deserves pleasure, Lorenz. I'm glad I get to give you some tonight." Never mind that it was still early afternoon. The man smiled, his other hand covering Sharon's. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17B "Oh, you are such a dear," his head bobbed, "I worried about agreeing to this, but..." he shifted, and Sharon knew he was erect. She wondered if he had needed pharmaceutical assistance, and then hoped not, wondering if it would make him some inexhaustible dynamo. As she was thinking, he sipped at his wine, then glanced at the small piece of steak on his plate. Sharon looked, surprised to realize it was actually fillet, cut to barely more than bite sized servings, with similar helpings of beans, scalloped potatoes, and a dinner roll barely the size of a golf ball. "I suppose we should eat," he seemed sad again, "Pretend it's a real date." Sharon released his hand, "Oh this is a date," she assured him, "It happens you're my Valentine as of right now." Which was not a lie, really, was it? The curtain parted, and one of the upper class BZ Bitches set her drink on the table. A daiquiri. She found herself wishing it had been the blue Hawaii, confident Lorenz would better remember that sort of Valentine's gift. Could she get away with offering more? She had already pushed such a thought aside as the curtain dropped closed. She took a sip, then speared one of the small pieces of meat. It was delicious. Taking another drink, she decided she should not delay-- she had no idea how many diners the frat had arranged to enjoy their 'Valentine's dinner.' "Lorenz," she purred, leaning close, "I'm hungry, but not," she glanced down, "Not hungry for dinner." He stiffened, looking about as if shocked at the idea of anything happening right there. She leaned close, kissing his cheek, then whispering, "Go ahead and eat," and slid her plate over, "It's so little that they offer us... I want something more." She had considered saying 'bigger' but felt it was too much. She kissed him again, on the lips, then the neck, and then she slipped down beneath the level of the table. Her fingers had already found the pull of his zipper. She nearly giggled at the baggy underwear, so much like what Chris wore. She could feel his erection through the cotton, and quickly enough freed him, engulfing him in a smooth stroke the moment his glans peeked through his open slacks. "Mmmm," she murmured, holding him completely in her mouth, tongue working him expertly. Above her head, his hand caught the table edge hard enough that the glasses rattled. Sharon was puzzled for a moment, having expected him to catch her head, tangle her hair. It was a telling reminder that this was not her usual partner, and she changed tactics, slowing things down, sucking instead of stimulating the shaft with her tongue. She listened to his breathing for a cue. Lorenz was almost panting, and she knew she could easily tip him over the edge. Instead she sat up, wiping at her mouth and reaching for her drink. "I'm sorry," she smiled at him, "I was so eager I've prevented you from eating." Lorenz looked dazed, and while his mouth moved, no words escaped. He looked down at his manhood, then back at Sharon. She smiled coquettishly, "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" He managed a spastic nod. She licked her lips, then took another drink, pocketing a small ice cube in her cheek, "Good, me too," she said, holding his gaze with her own, "But I'm not done yet." And then she dove back down onto him. "Oh God!" he finally managed. His hips rose off of the bench to meet her the second time. She kept her tongue away, bobbing her head up and down in slow strokes, keeping a constant easy vacuum. When he had calmed, riding out the unaccustomed stimulation, she teased with her tongue, just the glans at the top of each stroke... and then the shaft with each down stroke. When she slipped the ice chip out, pressing it against the underside of his cock as she slurped at him again , holding herself against his crotch and sucking more hungrily, Lorenz gasped. His hands moved again, clutching at the table as his hips thrust at her face. An instant later, his hands were at her head, but they were pulling, as if to stop her. "Oh I'm going to... Watch out!" he gasped, and then he was erupting. Sharon swallowed it expertly, careful not to over stimulate, which was not usually a problem with her men, a thought that left her buzzed and slightly aroused herself, if also embarrassed. She waited as he softened in her mouth, gently tonguing up the last of his jism before she came up, exaggerating her own breathing. "Oh my goodness," she covered her mouth, reaching for the napkin, "I thought I might drown." "I'm sorry," Lorenz eyes were anguished, "I'm so sorry, dear... I tried to warn you..." Sharon patted his hand, not wanting him to worry. "Oh no, sweetie, that was just what I wanted. You mean your wife never..." he seemed aghast, shaking his head. "Well, it can be so messy otherwise," Sharon shrugged, as if she was done thinking about it, "It's kind of a compliment when you can get a man off like that... For a moment it feels like I have incredible power over someone else." The spent educator smiled weakly, but without a hint of doubt. "I interrupted your meal," Sharon pouted then, "It's not much, but what I had was delicious," she paused and bit her lower lip just so, "All of it," she whispered with a wink. "Go ahead, enjoy yourself. "I'd rather enjoy you," the man seemed shocked at his own statement, but did not back down. He glanced down at his still open trousers and flaccid cock, "Though I suspect you've finished me." Sharon smiled gently, "Then I guess we will have to try again some time." She blinked, even as she said that... was she supposed to make such an offer? She glanced around, remembering their were certainly cameras around them. Lorenz was blissfully unaware, his entire focus on her again. "I don't mean to be too forward," he hesitated, putting himself away, "And you've been so wonderful already, but..." he seemed unable to go on, though Sharon knew what he had been planning to say-- his eyes were again glued to her chest. "You'd like to see me?" Sharon smiled, just like she did dancing at the club. "Why wouldn't I?" she asked, dodging the question without hesitation. Lorenz positively beamed. "I... amazing. I guess I thought with all these..." he flushed, "Uhm, these athletes, you would find me rather..." "You're a gentleman in a world with far too little chivalry," Sharon told him, "And I suspect however you arrange to do this..." she stopped, unsure how he had learned about the holiday entertainment. "Go ahead and enjoy your meal," she shifted gears, "I hope you can forgive me, but I have to spell out one of the other girls, now." Lorenz nodded, thanking her again, and then actually turned his attention to the bits of food that were left on his plate. The image left Sharon smiling as she walked along the row of curtained booths to the back. She was not the first to finish, she saw. Her sisters were laughing among themselves, telling stories of their encounters. 'He came before I touched him,' someone laughed behind her, 'You're lucky,' Megan answered, 'I tried everything I could think of buy my guy couldn't get it up.' 'How'd you finish?' 'Who said you have to be hard to cum?' Dave cleared his throat, quieting the giggling knot of BZ Bitches. "Careful, some of our guests are right there,' he nodded toward the plywood and particle board divider. Duly chastised, the women moved further into the preparation area, still laughing among themselves. Sharon looked around for Kelly or Lisa, feeling out of place as the others swirled around her. She saw Diane across the room and started over, hoping to ask how things were going at Snake Eyes, but then Amanda was in front of her. "There you are," she acted as if Sharon should have been elsewhere, and the married coed was tempted to point out she was supposed to be driving home. "Your next date is waiting," she held up a card, with the top line crossed out. Sharon blinked, surprised to see at least five names below. She glanced over at Megan. "I don't see them going out again already." "They're working tonight, too," the upper classman countered, "I thought you had someplace else you 'had to be.'" Her tone suggested she doubted Sharon's excuse. Sharon bit her tongue, snatching the card and reading it, then lifting her chin, she strode past the bitchy girl playing at being a madam, to her next date. Sharon's anger dissipated the moment she slipped behind the curtain, though. Todd Dow, the man waiting for her was more forlorn and beaten down by life than Lorenz, if that was possible, so much so that he started whether from her abrupt entrance or her expression she did not know. "Oh, I uh... They said... well," Sharon tried a small smile. "I'm sorry I'm late," she said, "They gave me the wrong table, and I had to go back to get things right, Mr. Dow." The man swallowed, head bobbing in acceptance. "I hope you're not angry at having to wait." That earned a head shake. She cocked hers, "Do I know you from someplace?" Another head shake. He could not meet her gaze, and was so anxious he was not even staring at her breasts... well, not much, anyway. She reached across, her hand closing on his. "I hope you enjoy our date tonight." The man's eyes widened and he seemed to see her-- really see her-- for the first time. His lips moved for a moment before he found his voice. "It's real? This is a date?" Sharon struggled not to smile. "I'm real," she patted his hand, "You're real. And we're both here for dinner on a special night, isn't that a date?" "You got my..." he scrabbled beneath the table at the seat to his right, bringing up a bouquet of roses, "These are for you, but the hostess took your gift?" Sharon nodded, wondering again what sorts of 'gifts' the men were bringing. "Oh don't you worry about that... The flowers are lovely, but that's not why I'm here," she smiled, "I was told you might enjoy some company tonight... and I feel the same way." The man gulped and turned his attention to the food. "I'm not... I mean... That would be nice..." He moved his fork over the nearly empty plate, "There's not much here," he frowned, taking the forkful of meat on his plate at once, "But it's good," he looked up and his eyes widened, head moving back as he looked at Sharon again. The sense of power was incredible... she knew how the other women were reveling in being able to utterly control men. She batted her eyes, tugging at the edge of her dress, knowing that in doing so the edge of an areola was visible. "Todd," she murmured, "There's not much here, either..." The man seemed at a loss, mouth opening and closing before his eyes skittered away and down to the plate again. "Very good," he managed, his voice almost strangled. Sharon deftly returned the dress to its 'proper' position just as one of the upper class BZ Bitches set her drink on the table. A blue Hawaii. Sharon took a drink, because she was suddenly wondering how they were supposed to go about having sex in the small booth. She watched him focused intently on the crumbs of food still on his plate. "How did you hear about this?" she asked. For a moment her 'date' did not answer, and she wondered if he had not heard her. "Friend mentioned it," he murmured, shaking his head and adding something under his breath. "Didn't believe..." He had looked up at her as he spoke, and suddenly seemed unable to look away or go on speaking. "Oh believe it, I'm very real," Sharon reached out, catching hold of his hand, which twitched once. She squeezed gently, "Is this really your first time?" The man's eyes skated away to the right, looking for a lie, then refocused on her as he nodded, color rising in his cheeks. "Oh my God, I get to be your first?" Sharon was honestly touched, "That's a lot of responsibility," she said to herself as well as her 'date.' "I promise I'll try to make it a happy memory." She stopped, seeing the man swallow nervously. "Did you bring a condom?" He shook his head, and Sharon reached over with her free hand, selecting one from metal tin on the table that had been retasked from holding sugar packets. She held it up, "I guess it's a good thing the kitchen thinks ahead." The man smiled nervously. Sharon was still holding his hand, and she scooted towards him, using her other hand, still clutching the condom, to push the table away from them and toward the curtain. "I think I this will be better than the meal," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, and when she leaned back, his gaze followed until he realized that at the same time she had bared her breasts again, bringing his hand against her bare skin. He seemed ready to pull away, and Sharon held his hand in hers, pressing her chest against his fingers. "It's okay, Todd," she murmured, "I'm not fragile... It feels good when you touch them." He hesitantly flexed his fingers, pressing against her breast as if he was going to use a bowling ball. "Mmm," Sharon used her hand, so that his fingers were instead sliding over her skin. She brought his thumb around against her nipple, and moaned softly in response. He immediately began to repeat the motion with an almost comic focus. She set her hand against his belt, looking at him and biting her lower lip just slightly. He blinked at her, then nodded. Sharon smiled, and deftly released the catch, and immediately thereafter the hook at the top of his slacks. His zipper came down easily, but then Sharon was stuck. "Lift up, baby," she murmured, "Help me get them down." She was ready when he started to pull his hand away, pinning it to her bare breast, "Don't stop, Todd," she breathed, "Use your other hand." A few awkward moments later his pants were down almost to his knees. He had started to lower just his trousers, but as Sharon had tugged at his briefs, he had relented, leaving him naked from the waist to the mid thigh. She could almost see the mushroom tip of his cock between the leaves of his button front shirt. Bringing the condom packet to her mouth, Sharon caught it in her teeth, popping the coin's foil package apart enough to finish with the fingers of her free hand. "God that feels so good," she encouraged his continued ministrations at her breast, "Don't stop, baby, it makes me wet." Todd was clearly nervous, but he was not stopping, his entire attention on her breast. He was so enthralled when her fingers dove beneath the level of the table to slip the condom onto him, Sharon's date gasped and jumped. "Sorry," she offered a pout, "But I have to be careful, you know." Some of the men at the club were always difficult. There were even patrons who went so far as to bring 'proof' in the form of recent test results to get Go to let them have the women 'naturally.' She shivered at the memory of a particularly ardent fan who had agreed to have his blood tested at the club and who had paid handsomely to fuck her. Glancing again at Todd's groin, she found herself comparing the men, both of whom were strictly average if she was being generous. For a moment she was distracted, surprised that the frat had not figured a way to give their customers a similar opportunity... maybe a fuzzy navel as the drink. As she giggled at the thought, she finished unrolling the condom onto Todd's erection. She found herself wishing the remaining condom was not so prominent, imagining it would limit her date's penetration. "You're so hard," she whispered, even though he was not, "I'm so hot... Are you read?" Todd nodded jerkily, "I can't wait," she shifted, ass against the edge of the table as she straddled him on the bench, his hand still working her breast, "I want you right now..." As she spoke she caught hold of him, lining the end of his shaft with her sex. She paused, rubbing his glans against her clit. "God that feels good," she said honestly enough, then shifted closer to him, "So good I have to have it insi... ahhhh!" It was overly dramatic, but he did not seem to notice. Sharon arched her back as she began to rise and fall in careful movement, pinning Todd's hand uncomfortably between their chests. "So good," she panted, "Kiss them... Suck my breasts. Grab my ass, Todd." He managed to do so, his hands catching hold but then freezing in place as Sharon continued to ride him. He was more animated, though where his tenuous kiss of one nipple quickly became a hungry suckling. Sharon knew he must be close. He was nearly trembling beneath her. She switched tactics, holding herself against him, grinding her hips, murmuring encouragement. His back arched, eyes snapping wide as he brought his head back, hands coming off of her ass, bracing on the cushioned seat to either side. "So close," she moaned, closing her eyes, "So good, baby... I'm gonna cum," she lied easily, "Cum with me baby... Cum with me!" cinching her hands behind Todd's neck, Sharon leaned back away from him, letting him see her abdomen tremble as she mewled that she was cumming. He gasped, hands fluttering to her hips as if he wanted to hold her in place, then feared overstepping. Sharon considered collapsing back onto the table, but worried she would spill a drink or something. She flexed, letting her head rest against the side of Todd's as she panted at his ear. He slipped out of her a moment later, so quickly in fact that she found herself worrying the condom had come off. She reached down, finding it hanging forlornly from his softening cock. "Mmmm," she smiled at him swinging her leg over so that she was on his other side, "That was amazing... The best Valentine a girl could want." He seemed proud but it was tenuous. "C'mon, tell the truth," she poked his chest playfully, "You do that all the time; you're just here so my night is not a total grind." Todd managed to shake his head. Sharon had stripped the condom off with one hand, and cupped her other over her crotch, "I should clean up," she pouted, even as she slipped her thong back into place, amused he had not noticed, "But I hope this was as good for you as it was for me." Todd managed a smile as well as a nod. He seemed unable to stop staring at her chest now. Sharon giggled, as if he had reminded her she was bare chested, and she covered her breasts with the dress once again. On a whim she leaned forward, pecking her second date on the cheek, and whispering, "Thank you so much!" before she slipped out of the booth and through the curtain, dodging servers as she hurried back to the ready room. It was quieter than before, the women waiting their next assignment talking in small groups or sipping cans of diet soda and paging through magazines or digging through their bags. Sharon Saw both Kelly and Shannon lounging against the wall down the hallway, looking up as Dave was talking to them. She headed for her friends, but of course Amanda intercepted her again, waving a three by five card impatiently. "C'mon, Shar'," she scolded, "That was a long time with that guy." Sharon shrugged, not getting drawn into the argument the younger woman apparently wanted, "You'll be working until close if you can't speed it up," she waved her clipboard for added emphasis. "They deserve a happy Valentine," Sharon finally answered. "Of course they do," the other woman offered a fake smile, "The best happy ending money can buy." Sharon shook her head, barely managing to keep from rolling her eyes. She checked the card out instead. "Wait, there are two names," she looked up, "Who else is..." "Just you, honey," Amanda motioned toward the curtain, "Go and make quick work of them, there's lots of lonely hearts." Sharon found she was grinding her teeth as she headed toward the booth, which was down the opposite side. She was surprised to see more BZ members sitting at the tables scattered across the middle of the room with dates, and enjoying real meals, rather than the bites and bits that their paying guests received. By the time she reached the curtain, the anger she had felt toward Amanda was gone, replaced by anxiety at what lay behind the curtain. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17B Hello, Mr. and Mr. Wood?" she stepped inside, hesitating a moment before the curtain dropped, leaving her with her dates. A painfully thin man with a severe face, his dark hair greased and swept back from his balding pate unfolded his hands where they had been resting on the table. His fingers were long, and Sharon shivered, reminded momentarily of a spider. He looked familiar though, and when he spoke, she knew him. There were three funeral homes in the city. The Woods' was in its third or fourth generation, and the Charles Woods' dry, arch voice seemed more in line with a cartoon villain than a trustworthy empathetic funeral director. But the man apparently liked the limelight-- his ads ran frequently, encouraging families to pre plan and 'take some of the pain out of death.' Standing close to him, Sharon shivered, because it was not just his voice that screamed cartoon villain. He wore all black, had a slight stoop, and a hawkish nose below piercing black eyes. He even held his hands like a predatory bird. Desperate to find distraction, Sharon switched her attention to the second man. As obese as his father was thin, Carlton was finishing up the last of the food-- hers, Sharon noticed-- barely paying her any attention. His clothes were also black, but the straining front lapels showed more of the white dress shirt beneath. Charles cleared his throat, and his son looked up. Instead of sympathetic eyes, the son's were piggish, set too close, the image made worse by his several chins. As intense as the elder Woods' gaze felt, Sharon's skin prickled at the stare of his son. Carlton was eyeing her in the same way he had the food, she was sure. She looked away from the younger Woods, eyes falling to the table, and the drink... drinks, she realized. A daiquiri and a mojito. Carlton had stood and was opening his pants. "Wait!" his father scolded, pursing his lips, then returning the unblinking gaze on Sharon, "Is she to your liking?" "You kidding?" Carlton resumed opening his pants, "I told you, she's the best BZ Bitch. I have all of her movies." Sharon fought to keep smiling. "I'm gonna fuck her ass, since Darci won't..." "Carlton," his father's voice took on a tone and the younger Woods flinched. Sharon was trying to decide if taking them one at a time would be better, but the idea of the elder watching while his son... she swallowed back bile, but kept smiling. "We've discomfited our hostess," Charles went on, and Sharon blinked, trying to think of anyone who would use that word. "I said to stop that, Carlton." The younger man had stepped out of his pants. Sharon could not see him, though, as his equipment was hidden by rolls of fat. She forced herself not to stare, looking instead to Charles as she reached blindly for the mojito. "It's all right," she said, taking a drink, "I was just thirsty. I'm so sorry I made you wait." "Serves you right, then I ate your meal," Carlton licked is fingers, then wiped them on his jacket, "Didn't give us much, anyway." His father sighed in exasperation. "I told you," he paused, "This meal is a subtext." "No, it was filet," Carlton shook his head, "No seafood." Charles gaze moved to his son. "C'mon, girl, strip. Lemme see you in the flesh." Skin crawling, Sharon slipped her dress off, setting it far from the men at one end of the bench seat. She paused, then turned away from the younger man and bent at the waist, stripping off her thong. When she stood and turned back, Carlton's face was red. "C'mon, dad, ain't that the hottest thing you've ever seen?" "I've embalmed starlets," his father said archly, but his gaze had changed. There was a hunger there, and his focus was no longer Sharon's face. She stepped forward boldly, setting a hand on Charles' chest. "But has a starlet done this," she dropped to her knees. While distracting him with the hand on his chest, Sharon had exposed the zip of his slacks, and was holding it so that as she dropped she could seemingly catch it in her teeth and open the undertaker's pants at the same time. Charles' hands came up in surprise. She was already fishing him through the vent in his boxers. His pubic hair was gray and sparse, the skin of his still swelling cock dry. She wondered momentarily if he had ever violated a corpse, and thrust the thought away but not all of the horror the thought triggered. "Have they done this?" and then she had sucked him into her mouth. It was easy-- he was no bigger than Chris-- and she swirled her tongue around him, refocusing on the subtle ridge at the underside of his erection. It was no surprise when his hands came to rest on her head. It was a surprise when Carlton's hands caught hold of her hips and she felt him move up behind her. She reached back, anxious to be sure he was wearing a condom. Before she could know he was pushing into her, though. She was surprised enough to groan around the elder's cock, even though there was not really any pain. "Take it," Carlton demanded, "I knew it would be great." There was a strange pressure, and Sharon realized he had settled his gut on her ass as he thrust in and out of her. At least, she thought he was fucking her ass. She made the right noises, whining when he would thrust at her with more force. But she resumed bobbing her head, teasing and sucking at Charles' cock. For some reason she found herself feeling sorry for Carlton. Sure he was a brutish little pig, uncaring of other people. But he had been raised under the thumb of the wraith of a man whose cock she was sucking. And somehow, Sharon was certain that if Carlton finished before his father there would be... judgment. She could tell Carlton was getting close, though. So in the midst of a double fucking that would forever revisit in disquieting dreams, Sharon reached up, slipping a finger first into her empty sex, collecting a bit of the lubricant, and then in a single motion she drover he hand into Charles Woods' pants, up the wide right leg hole, and pushed her lubricated digit into his ass... "Ahhh" Charles erupted into her mouth, and Sharon held herself in place, swallowing his load with ease, her body still rocking under the labored thrusts of the younger Woods. "Yeah," Carlton cut loose a moment later, and Sharon was able to recognize that he had not bothered with a condom. She made a mental note to ask Amanda about that, and sat up, releasing Carlton's father's limp cock with an audible 'plop' when the younger man pulled out of her ass. She could imaging the young brute trying to get into her pussy, too, and sat up, denying him the chance. She resisted the urge to wipe her mouth, rising gracefully to her feet, then trying to clench her ass cheeks to keep her date's spend from leaking down her thighs. She shrugged into her dress, enjoying the power she held over the speechless still recovering older man and ignoring the smile of wonder lighting piggy's face. She caught her thong in one hand, not bothering to put them on. "I hope you two enjoyed your valentine's surprise," she smiled, waiting for a beat before slipping out of the booth. She walked three steps, then broke into a trot, shuddering at what had just happened. Sharon shouldered through the curtain into the back, ignoring the people moving about and Amanda's call to her, nearly running into the women's bathroom. As she entered the stall she thought it was to clean up where the younger man had managed to make a mess of her ass-- he had barely been inside of her after all.-- so she was surprised when instead she bent at the waist, vomiting loudly and repeatedly into the toilet. When she had stopped retching, she leaned heavily against the cool metal side of the stall, and absently began to use toilet paper to wipe at her ass. It was several minutes before she was certain she was not going to get sick again and felt calm enough to go back outside. And of course, Amanda was waiting, clipboard in hand. "Wait," Sharon raised a hand, moving with the upper classmen in tow to get a bottle of water out of the five gallon bucket someone had left along a wall. "I may be sick." Amanda rolled her eyes. "One of them didn't use a condom," she paused, considered admitting that neither had, "Maybe I shouldn't go back out." She thought she heard Amanda huff 'prima donna' under her breath, and for a delicious moment Sharon imagined slapping the younger woman, and not stopping until she had pushed her into a booth to enjoy a 'date.' She even held up a hand as if imagining slapping the snooty bitch, and Amanda slipped the card between Sharon's fingers. "Better hurry, he's been waiting." And then she was gone. Sharon sat staring at the number and name as she emptied the water bottle. She realized her thong was in the same hand and slipped it back on, then mutely followed two of the other freshman out and to the appropriate booth. The process became something of a blur. She smiled, said the right things, did the right things, and in quick succession sucked off a fat truck dispatcher, fucked a heavily and badly tattooed mechanic, and fucked one of the young students who served as a trainer for the football team. When each was finished she smiled, thanked them, registered their obvious pleasure with something like relief, and made the trip back to the ready room. As she started to go through the heavy curtain, Sharon looked toward the front of the gym, realizing that it was no longer light out. She blinked, trying to remember why that was important. Something... "You all right?" Sharon was standing in the ready room, staring vacantly at the knot of women who she had not seen working for... She shook her head and managed with difficulty to focus on Kelly, who was looking at her anxiously. "Sharon?" "Sorry," she waved a hand, "I... there was a guy... two guys? Two guys who... It was weird. Like Twilight Show weird." Kelly frowned and Sharon realized the younger woman had no idea about the Twilight Show. Hell, she had been too old except for reruns. She reviewed what had happened since she had checked out mentally... three men? She should be done. Kelly had her hand, leading her out of the room and past the rest room. "I know just what you need." "I need... I need to get home," Sharon realized belatedly, "Chris is waiting." Kelly silenced her with a kiss, and Sharon responded immediately her body and soul craving the intimacy that the entire operation had been lacking. Kelly did not let up, and in moments the brunette had two fingers working in and out of Sharon's lubricated sex, her thumb tweaking Sharon's clit with the skill of familiarity. "Yes," Sharon moaned, then kissed the shorter woman hungrily, pressing her groin against Kelly's fingers. "Oh God, don't stop!" She was right on the edge, and whined when Kelly broke their kiss, but her fingers went on, teasing her closer and closer. Then her curled thumb applied persistent pressure against Sharon's clit, pushing her over the edge. "Breathe in," Kelly murmured, holding up an short mason jar with two holes in the lid. There were straws from Bubba tumblers thrust through the holes, and the younger woman held one of the straw ends beneath Sharon's nose. The cumming housewife did not think, she inhaled... and moaned as her orgasm seemed to expand and persist. Her body came alive, every nerve singing, the climax like nothing she had enjoyed. It felt like an hour before rational thought prevailed. Sharon found herself still standing, or rather leaning braced against the wall, one leg up, the knee bent, her foot flat against the wall. Her hands were spread wide, bracing against the wall as well. And her dress was back in place, hiding any evidence of what Kelly had just done. Sharon let her head loll toward the main room, then tracked back to the elfin smile of her lover. "Oh my God," she blinked, "That was... What was that?" "You liked it?" Sharon nodded, then frowned, "It wasn't crack..." Kelly laughed. "Nope." "You promise?" "I promise." "Well?" "I'll show you later," Kelly assured her with a smile, "I don't want to spoil the surprise until I do that to you again." Sharon pouted, but her friend laughed in response, then her expression fell as she looked to her left, Sharon's right. Amanda strode up, holding a card out to the brunette. "You're almost done," she said by way of response, "And you are too," she held out a card to Sharon. Sharon considered arguing. She looked about but did not see Dave. "I thought there were only five dates," she groused. Amanda shrugged. "I guess if you're too tired to help out," she sniffed, "But I thought Sharon Sobel was the woman who could get the whole frat off single handedly." "It helps if the frat gets me off, too," Sharon countered without hesitation. She pushed away from the wall, glad that Kelly had done... whatever she had done. She was awake, and confident she could handle one more sad sack loser. The name under the number was badly smudged, but that did not matter. She wondered for a moment what time it was, looking out the window and seeing it was fully dark. Forcing her performance smile into place, she caught the edge of the curtain and spun into the room, "Hey lover..." She paused, blinking, still smiling, as her brain tried to understand what she was seeing. "Sharon?" She sat down hurriedly, glad that the table hid how high the dress rode, and looking down, glad that her breasts had not made a peek a boo appearance from the loose edges of the sexy dress. "Is that really..." "Ta da!" Kelly swept into the room, setting a mojito on the table. Sharon blinked, staring at the drink. The room seemed to tilt violently, and she clutched at the table. "Sharon's been so excited about Valentines," her young lover was telling Chris, "But Dave and the others thought it would be fun if you could surprise her here." She leaned close, "She didn't believe it when I said she should get dolled up like she had planned to do for you," she looked at Sharon, "Who'd you think was going to be in here with you dressed like that, huh?" Sharon managed a feeble smile. "Oh, uh... I thought you and the other sisters were going to tease me about my outfit," she managed lamely. "Well if that's my Valentine's gift, I'm glad you called," Chris said, still staring at Sharon, "I can't believe you wore that anywhere outside the house, though." "You don't like it?" Sharon pouted, the conditioning of months dancing letting her respond even as her mind was spinning. "No, I mean, I love it... You look amazing," Chris seemed at a loss for words, "I just mean... You wore that here?" Kelly laughed. "Oh no, silly," and she rolled her eyes as if it was a ridiculous thought, "She knew we were doing a fund raiser here, so she came to see us girls, but she came in that old trench coat she has... I had to dare her to walk from the back out here even though no one else was out here." She put a hand on Chris' bicep, and Sharon noticed how she let it linger, and how it absorbed her husband's focus, "I bet she thought it was going to be an empty room." "No," Sharon pouted, "I was sure it was just going to be Lisa and Diane and Shannon." "They aren't missing time with their own... significant others?" Chris was puzzled. "Are you kidding?" Kelly snorted, "Lots of the sisters are too busy to have a steady boyfriend, much less a great husband." "Oh," Chris glanced at Sharon who shrugged one shoulder apologetically. "Besides," Kelly went on, "When she found out there's a test tomorrow, she was really worried about not being able to go home, so I told her we could both go... That's when I called you to arrange this." she waved her hands as she spoke. Chris nodded. Just then the curtain was pulled wider and Shannon set two plates with full meals on the table in front of them. Kelly pointed at the lever on the inside edge of the curtain, "Just pull that if you need anything, or when you're ready for dessert," she paused, winking at Chris and then ogling Sharon, "I mean if this isn't enough dessert for you..." And then the young coeds were gone. "I really meant to come home," Sharon stopped. Chris was staring at her cleavage. She giggled, "Hey, my eyes are up here." Chris looked up, sheepishly. "Sorry, it's just... Well, I don't know how you're doing it in that barely there dress, but..." Sharon pushed her chest out and laughed at Chris' reaction. "So you like the new me?" she teased. "Uhm, new you?" Sharon rolled her eyes, then slipped the straps of the dress down, baring her breasts. Chris blinked and blinked and blinked. His mouth worked but no words came out. "They're the ZB's" Sharon said, and then she was the one blinking. "What?" Chris had heard her! "I've been doing tutoring," she said in a rush, "It pays... well, since it's most of the football team... basketball team now, and swim team, it pays pretty good. And I'd complained to Kelly and Shannon when were at the gym that I was getting saggy, and that you were going to find a younger model. Chris blushed, but Sharon was too busy to notice, "So I got it done... It was a surprise. Do you like them?" Where she had worried about how he would react in the privacy of their own bedroom, Sharon found herself in the same booth where she had started with a complete stranger a few hours before, letting her husband ogle her new breasts. Glancing at the food, she giggled, because she was more concern about being hungry than she was how Chris was going to react. She grabbed a fork and took a bite of the Yukon potato mash. And could not believe she had told him her breasts were the frat's-- even as she admitted to herself it was the truth. There was a thump on the other side of their booth, and Sharon wondered if they were about to hear one of her sisters getting some poor fool off. Would that make Chris suspicious? "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm starving," Sharon picked up the knife and began to cut her steak, which of course set her breasts moving. She looked up and giggled, "Are you really speechless?" Chris shrugged, then shook his head. "No, I'm just... You look amazing. Can we... I mean can I touch them?" Sharon flashed on the other men she had been servicing, so unsure and hesitant. It was not a happy comparison. "After we eat," she temporized, "I think you'll like the steak." Chris did not argue. He enjoyed a glass of Cabernet as Sharon told him about her classes and her new goals working out. He asked if she had considered what they might do for Spring Break, and she shrugged, both because she had not, and because she doubted she would be free to spend a week with her family. Chris talked about skiing, or the beaches in Cancun, laughing that maybe Sharon wanted to go someplace warm, since she was drinking a mojito in the middle of winter. Sharon considered pulling the lever to ask for a glass of wine for herself, but did not, out of worry they might say 'no.' "... like to see the new you in a bathing suit," Chris was still talking about Cancun. He mentioned Santa Fe, where they had spent an idyllic couple vacation when the kids were younger, wandering the art studios and open air restaurants. "Cathy wants to go to Vegas," he said then, pausing when Sharon's eyes snapped wide, "Honey?" He was concerned, "What's wrong?" Sharon waved his concern away, claiming she had bit her lip. But the thought of her precious daughter... Trevor's girlfriend, in Vegas... the thought that she WANTED to go to Vegas but she was still just 18... Suddenly Sharon was not hungry. "... there are several concerts she wants to see," Chris was continuing, and Sharon tried to tell herself that was really the only reason. "I mean I guess we could do Orlando if you wanted, but the kids are kind of old for Disney..." Sharon shrugged, "I'll have to make sure Professor Eller does not need me over the break," she said, setting her silverware down and stretching, her bare breasts seeming to move toward her abruptly silent, staring husband, "I thought you wanted to... right here," she bit her lip, tilting her head just so, the professional at work. Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17B Chris nearly knocked the table over he stood up so fast, tearing at his suit jacket and shirt. Sharon giggled, putting a hand on his chest, "I don't think you need to take that off here." They laughed, even as his hands found her breasts, and Sharon sighed in real delight as he explored territory that was so familiar and yet so different. He had always been good at getting her hot this way, Sharon mused, aware that she now got hot so much faster and so much easier... Her body was already responding, and she giggled in pleasure at what was coming. She reached down, opening his pants, freeing his erection, a cock that seemed no different from those she had been servicing all night. And in that moment the anticipation she had been enjoying faded. Aware of it, Sharon kissed Chris hungrily. He was as eager, which should have been enough... This was her husband, the man she loved. "Enough foreplay," Chris growled, his left hand dropping beneath her skirt, easily slipping around her thong, pushing into her lubricated seam. Sharon moaned reflexively, body undulating in a practiced move which only pushed her anxiety higher. She was supposed to really feel this with Chris! She spread her knees, welcoming his touch, murmuring happily when he circled her clit, pleased she was really aroused and that he was so good at getting her that way. She was still wanking him, and he stood in the space between the bench and table, starting to move between her knees. Sharon started to pull him down into her, but then she saw the almost empty mojito glass... "Wait!" she gasped, pushing at his chest, keeping him from thrusting into her. "No one's coming," Chris was more brazen than her other dates had been, a part of Sharon's mind noted, "Not unless you pull the lever," he motioned and she looked, eyes moving up and registering for the first time the camera carefully hidden in the shadows. There was no thought about what would become of their recording... the married BZ Bitch was too used to fucking before the cameras to give it any attention. But she knew that it meant if she did not do what she had been told to do by way of the mojito. "That's not it," she shook her head, adding pressure to push Chris back a step as she sat up, "I wanted to give you another surprise for Valentine's," she reached for the tin at the center of the table, taking out one of the condoms. "What's that for?" Chris was obviously less than interested in using one, and Sharon could not really blame him-- they had not used condoms since he had been in college, content that if there was an 'oops' it was God's will. "Well, if you're going to want to be inside of me the usual way after we try anal..." For the second time in an hour her husband was left speechless. It was enough to make Sharon laugh. "I mean, if you don't want to try it, that's fine..." "No!" Chris shook his head, reaching for the condom. Sharon laughed again, holding it out of his reach. "I mean, are you sure?" Sharon shrugged, remembering to look like she was not used to opening the foil package or handling the prophylactic. "Kelly says it's not bad at all, and Shannon says she prefers it, so I thought we should try it..." She wrinkled her nose, holding the latex sheath out to Chris, "Shannon also said I should put this on you with my mouth, but I don't think that's really me." Chris snorted, then quickly rolled the rubber down his shaft. He looked like a perverted little boy he was so excited. "Now be gentle," Sharon warned, "I'm still not totally sure they weren't lying just to get me to try it so I can tell them how anal sex feels." Chris was nodding. Sharon paused, then pushed the table almost all the way against the curtain, which left her enough room to bend down over the cool surface. She grabbed her glass, "Wait a minute," and emptied it, "Might was well be ready just in case..." Chris was close to her ass, shifting from foot to foot. He was close enough he would have already been inside of her if he was part of the frat she thought absently. There was a spark of arousal at that, spurring her memory of the night in the cage at the zoo. "Do my pussy first," she said, turning her head away from Chris. And he did just that, sliding into her from behind. She sighed happily, and he thrust in and out a few times, then abruptly pulled out and set his cockhead against her ass. "OK?" he asked. Sharon found herself wishing he would just do it, like Shaun or Dave or the others. She nodded, though, and then gasped, grabbing the table edges and shaking her head theatrically when he pushed against... and through her sphincter. "Wait!" she keened, and he started to pull out, forcing her to shake her head, "No, just stay there... Wait... It burns... But maybe..." she waited, and waited, "It's easing now," she admitted, "Maybe it isn't so bad... Go ahead, baby. Take my ass." He did, going too slowly, backing out almost more than he was thrusting into her. And Sharon kept up her act, hissing when he was deeper, having him stop again before he was fully inside of her. But soon enough his hips were against her ass. "It's all the way in," she sighed, trying to sound both pleased and relieved, "God, baby, for a moment it felt like you were going to tear me apart." She looked back to see Chris was practically vibrating he was so excited at what they were doing. "So you like your Valentine's gift?" He nodded, and as if that had been his cue he began to thrust back and forth. Sharon let her eyes flicker mostly closed and moaned, "Yesss!" pushing back against him after a few more thrusts. She knew he was close, was going to cum, and yet she could not stop performing, afraid he would see through the charade. "God it does feel good! I like it, I like it!" she cried, and on the next thrust she knew he was done. Chris held himself against her, and Sharon shivered and trembled, hoping he believed it she was with him. It was actually easier than with customers, because she was aroused, and wanted to be cumming with her husband so badly she was shaking. Part of her laughed cruelly, though-- Lorenz had lasted longer... even the awful Woods brat... Piggy had lasted longer. "That was... that was amazing," Chris panted when he stepped away from her a moment later. She tried not to react as he wrinkled his nose, considering how to strip the condom off of his shriveling cock. He opted to take one of the napkins, catching the reservoir and balling the condom in the linen square. Sharon sat up, after carefully replacing the thong that had been conveniently pushed aside once again. The ringing laughter of the part of her that was disgusted Chris had not gone longer only faded when she turned, leaning back and spreading her legs, lewdly offering her barely covered slit. "Can we go again now the real way, baby?" Chris snorted, even though his entire focus was on the raw sexual being that was his wife. "Not yet, babe," he shook his head, "I doubt your football studs could go again so quickly." Sharon smiled, praying that what she had thought, 'You'd be surprised' had not escaped her lips. "Maybe when we get back to your little study nest," he added a half hearted promise she could tell. But she was already thinking about what would happen if he visited her home... the television playing porn, the bong, the fridge full of champagne pops, the stripper pole, the drawer full of sex toys and condoms... "Oh babe, I thought you understood," she pouted, "Kelly and I have to study later... I'm going to have to take a rain check," she dropped her shoulders, "But we'll be back before Spring Break... maybe this weekend." Chris was obviously disappointed. Sharon shimmied her hips, "You can do my ass again and then take me like we were just married." He smiled, shaking his head. "Not even at school a year, and listen to how my wife the prude talks." Sharon pouted. "I just let you do that and you call me a prude? I'm offended." Chris raised his hand in surrender. "Fair enough. I stand corrected. But that means you'll be okay looking like that when I do this..." and he reached out, pulling the lever. Sharon almost laughed-- because she WAS okay leaning topless against the table, her dress pulled up to expose her panties. But she knew she could not let him see that, and so after a second's challenge to what he had done, she gasped like a proper housewife, scrambling to get the straps of her dress up and her breasts properly covered. "We were beginning to think you'd fallen asleep!" Kelly teased them when she came through the curtain a minute later. She had strawberry cheesecake and crème brulee with strawberries in a pearlescent cream atop the crust, "You can fight over who gets what, enjoy, but not too much, since we have to study soon." Sharon nodded. "When are you going to be done?" she asked her young lover. Waiting for her answer, Sharon was suddenly reminded of how powerfully she had climaxed with Kelly before Chris had surprised her. Her body responded so strongly she was certain both of the other would notice, and found herself frustrated that Chris could not get her off like that... Kelly did not even have a dick. 'I need a real cock,' she thought, and nearly flinched, concerned yet again she had said it aloud. "I'm just waiting for you, Shar'," Kelly shrugged, "You're my ride home." "Does Shannon need a ride home?" she asked reflexively. "No, I think Dave's taking her home," Kelly shrugged, and seemed honestly unaware how what she had said hurt her lover and fellow BZ Bitch. Sharon remembered Chris was there. "I didn't know they were going out," she said. Kelly snorted, then seemed to remember who was with them, too. "I think he wants them to date, but she's holding out for that second string QB at the Sigma house." It was a lie, Sharon knew, but it was credible. She turned her nose up dutifully. "They're such rednecks and losers." Kelly nodded agreement. "Uhm, I was a Sigma," Chris pointed out. Sharon paused, having forgotten. Kelly shook her head confidently. "You weren't this kind of Sigma," she said confidently, "Or Sharon would never have dated you." Chris had no ready response to that. "Enjoy your dessert," she suggested, "Snuggle like the Valentines you are, and then my ride has to get me home to study, all right, Mr. S?" Chris offered a salute, and Kelly ducked back through the curtain. Sharon let him choose-- he selected the cheesecake. As she dug into the sugary pudding collecting some of the cream sauce and a strawberry as well as the perfectly torched crust, she realized how lucky she had been that he chose as he did; the creamy sauce was cum. She shivered at the knowledge, almost giggling as she wondered what she would do if Chris asked for a taste. She eyed the cheesecake, wondering if the ZB 'special glaze' had been applied to all of the desserts. The knowledge also reminded the compromised housewife that she had not gotten off with her husband, and after the amazing climax with Kelly earlier, she wanted to cum again. Thinking about it only heightened the need, until it was a struggle not to play with herself as ate her dessert. Collecting more of the glaze with a slice of strawberry and custard, she offered her spoon to Chris, but her husband declined. He finished his dessert a moment later, and Sharon followed suit. Checking his watch, Chris thanked his wife for the 'best Valentine's ever,' and apologized for her not being able to come home, even though they both knew it had nothing to do with him. At some point one of the other BZ Bitches had slipped Sharon's coat into the booth, and as Chris put his North Face Denali on, she slipped into the too thin London Fog, aware that he might get upset if anyone else saw her in her dress. That is, if he saw anyone see her in the dress, she thought with a smile. She caught his arm and went with him to the front of the makeshift restaurant, trying not to look around. There were only a few men left in the waiting area, and just one was leaving as they reached the front door. Chris turned, leaning in and kissing Sharon before she knew what was happening, which was decidedly unlike her husband. She kissed him back, but only briefly, aware of the other men's eyes on them. "Thanks for being my Valentine again," Chris smiled at her, looked her up and down as if he could see through the coat, and then stepped out into the cold winter night. "My date didn't walk me out," the sallow skinned sour faced man groused, looking at Sharon as if she might somehow make it right. "I guess she did not get the right Valentine's gift," Sharon shrugged, immediately telling the man she hoped he would 'join them again next year.' His lips twisted as if he was considering responding, but then he turned away and shuffled into the parking lot. Sharon saw Chris pulling out of his stall and waved in case he was looking, before she hurried to the back. "You Bitch!" she slugged Kelly in the shoulder hard, but not so hard that her young lover did more than laugh. "You should have seen your face," she giggled, "Like you had seen a ghost." "Well I can't believe he wasn't angry that I was wandering around dressed like this," Sharon huffed, "And what if the guys on the other sides of us had gotten noisy." Kelly shrugged. "Maybe it was other Valentine's couples." Sharon glared. And Kelly laughed again, "You finished him off as fast as your other dates, too... I almost felt sorry for him." Sharon blushed at that, "And you made him wear a condom!" Kelly was having difficulty breathing she was laughing so hard, "That undertaker didn't have to do that." "He was supposed to," Sharon argued, "And it wasn't the undertaker... It was his son." That somehow made Kelly laugh even harder, and then Sharon joined in. It really was a bizarre holiday. She could not believe that her husband had been there... that they had done that, and he had not been suspicious at all. For a moment she wondered if he really did know; were the ZB renting her from her husband? She snorted at that thought, knowing it would kill Chris if he ever learned just how completely she had undermined their marriage. Such thoughts vanished, though, as Kelly had stepped close, and her skilled fingers had dipped through the buttoned front of Sharon's coat, teasing her aroused sex through the flimsy thong. "So is this my Valentine's gift, too?" she cooed. Sharon felt her arousal spike. She nodded. "And was that... whatever it was mine?" "You liked it?" Sharon nodded in answer to Kelly's question. "Good, we'll do it again," the brunette was clearly enjoying the mystery. Sharon was about to ask if Kelly was ready to leave when suddenly Amanda was thrusting a card between them. "Save it for later, Bitches," she scolded, "You have another date." Sharon thought the pushy BZ Bitch was talking to Kelly, but Amanda thrust the card into her hand. "Wait," Sharon protested, "I just... I mean that was... I didn't think I had any more." If anything Amanda seemed more upset than in their earlier interactions. "Shut up, you slutty prima donna," she hissed, "Do what you're told." Sharon glared at the younger woman, but there was nothing to be gained by arguing. She shrugged her coat off and strode toward the booths, telling herself when it was her turn to hand out assignments she would treat her sisters with respect. She paused outside the booth, mad that they were making her do this after seeing Chris, and mad she had not been able to get off with Kelly again. She pasted her professional smile into place, telling herself arousal would help get this guy off faster. "I think I left my Valentine here," she started into the spiel of the practiced sex worker, then squealed in delight when she saw who it was. "I was so right!" she giggled, "And I'm so glad I found you, because I SO need to get off." Next Chapter 18: Spring Break Surprise -- -- Sharon Goes Back to School "I'll be right down" Sharon said to Kelly. She went to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face She found herself rubbing her pussy against the sink as she was splashing water on herself to try and sober up. Sharon took a towel and got down to her underwear. Walking out to the tub wrapped in the towel Sharon was 100% feeling the affects of the drinking and pot she had smoked tonight. As she neared the hot tub she threw the towel over a chair and the guys three other laughed a little bit at her. "What is so funny?" she asked. Shaun spoke up saying that she should not be offended but he thought that a hot girl like her would have on nicer underwear than that. "This is nice underwear! Sharon exclaimed, as she quickly got in the tub to cover up. Both Shaun and Dave were hiding that fact that they noticed how nice her huge tits looked, even if under a stupid bra. Shaun then asked Kelly to stand up and show them her underwear, which she did rather quickly. Kelly's matching black lace bra and panties revealed a whole lot more skin that Sharon was used to. Shaun then grabbed Kelly's hand and spun her around so that Sharon could see the wet thong disappearing in Kelly's tight ass. "That's nice underwear Sharon!" Shaun chuckled at her. Sharon felt a little embarrassed, as she barely owned any panties like that. The bottle of Jaeger was passed around and Shaun lit another joint. Sharon made a decision that it was okay because she did not live far and could call a cab easy enough. The played some splashing games in the water and wrestled a bit. From time to time Sharon's hand would bump into something in the water above Shaun's lap. She was curious what it was and just dismissed it as a thermometer or something floating in the pool. Kelly and Dave were sitting close together now and Shaun tried to hold Sharon's hand under the water. She scooted away and that's when Kelly spilled her guts about Sharon's feeling like she does not fit in and having children and a husband. Sharon was not expecting to hear that come out of Kelly's mouth and was shocked! Shaun lied when he said he did not know she was married, but hearing that she had kids and was older really was a shock. Shaun saw this as even more of a challenge and reason to fuck the big titty blond. Shaun told her that she should not feel so awkward and that you cannot tell a difference between her and the other kids. Sharon was having a hard time concentrating, but, she was warming up to Shaun very fast and his nice words made her feel a lot better. At that time a few of the other frat guys came out back to see what was going on. Before she knew what was happening, four more guys had stripped naked and jumped in the hot tub. Sharon was forced in between a black guy she did not know and Shaun who she barely knew. Shaun grabbed her waist and lifted her on his lap. For a second she was gonna get up and leave, but then she felt the bulge below her butt and could not believe that she was feeling another man's penis. The dirtiness of it had her staring into space for a few minutes. It was a good thing to, as she did not notice all that guys looking at her beefy tits. Being raised on Shaun's lap had pushed her tits above the water line. This combined with the fact that her white bra was now see through due to the water gave the guys a wonderful view of her hardening quarter sized nipples. One of the guys started splashing and soon they were all splashing each other. The girls ended up getting thrown around the hot tub between the guys. Sharon could not be sure but it felt like guys were grabbing her tits and ass as she was being pushed around. She ended up back on Shaun's lap and when she looked over at Kelly Sharon was shocked to see Dave kissing her very deeply. One of the new guys in the pool asked if he could have a kiss also as he was jealous. He stood up and faced Sharon and his semi hard cock was only a few inches from her face. She unconsciously licked her lips and let out a moan as she felt Shaun's bulge beneath her. Without noticing it Sharon was grinding her hips on to Shaun's lap. Dave then got up in an effort to take Kelly inside. When Sharon saw Dave's penis she realized that him and Shaun were both naked and that she had been touching a strange man's penis this whole time. Sharon panicked and realized she needed to get out of there. Kelly assured here that it was totally normal for frat guys to do that sort of thing. Scurrying back into the house and upstairs, Sharon was determined to get her clothes and leave. As she was looking around for where she left her clothes she did not notice Dave taking a few more pictures of her in her underwear. If Shaun had his way, and he usually did, then they would have a lot more pictures of Sharon soon enough. Sharon found her clothes and bag and walked home. When she got home she realized how wasted she was feeling. She also did not seem that upset about what had happened. It must have been the alcohol and weed that made it feel alright She did enjoy the way she felt though and was confident that she would enjoy drinking while here at school. She might even enjoy a little more grass. At that very moment Dave was enjoying a wonderful blowjob from Kelly in his room and Shaun was peeping round the corner with a video camera taping the whole thing. If Sharon and Kelly only knew that the papers they signed earlier were actually contracts agreeing to be in a 'documentary' the guys were filming and that the frat now owned the rights to any pictures or footage taken of the girls at any frat event. Sharon fell asleep pretty hard due to all the booze. When she woke up she was hung over, but she would live. On her way to class Sharon seemed to remember something about some pictures being taken of her, but she was not positive if they only took one at the beginning of the night? She did remember being in the hot tub and leaving when she saw some guys penis. Thinking that it was just the actions of a couple of wild kids she decided that she did not really do anything wrong last night and would have no problem meeting again with her group for class. Later that day she ran into Shaun on campus and he asked how she was feeling? She said she was a little tired but, fine. He lied and told her that he was very hung over and not used to doing that kind of thing on a weeknight. Sharon had really warmed up to Shaun, as she was so happy with a lot of the things he said last night. She could not put her finger on it, but she really seemed to trust him. Also, she would not admit it, but, ever since last night she has realized that Shaun is really that one who makes her feel wet down there. Shaun then asked her if she could lend him a hand with a charity clothing drive that his frat was putting together. He told her as he liked the clothes she wore he would be able to help her out more than any girl he knew. This seemed like such a nice thing he was doing and she said that it would be her pleasure to help him. "Great!" he said, why don't you come over tonight at around 7:00?" Well it was Friday night and she was supposed to be getting home, but he assured her it would not take long and she agreed. At about 7 Sharon walked over to the frat house where she had been last night. She was not sure why, but after she had showered she picked out a rather sexy outfit to wear A knee length black skirt with a slit on the side along with a rather tight pink t-shirt. Combined with the 3 inch heels and extra makeup made her feel very sexy. When she got to the house she remembered when Shaun's room was and made her way up there. Sharon noticed several of the guys looking at her as she passed by. When she knocked on Shaun's door he came and greeted her with a big hug, pressing her giant tits into his chest. Sharon thought this a bit odd, but she did not object at all. Shaun asked her to sit, as the package he needed arrived yet. He asked if he could her a drink and she said that would be great. Shaun returned with what looked like a coke, she could taste the strong whiskey in the drink, but did not say anything, as she did not want to be rude. After all she told herself "one is fine right"? Shaun then said she looked so pretty and he would love to take some snap shots of her for his scrapbook. Before she could say anything he had the digital camera out and snapped a few pics of her there on the couch with her drink in hand. Dave then seemed to make an appearance carrying a box, which he gave to Shaun. He then said hello to Sharon with another big hug. "So good to see you" he said, "let me refill your drink" as he grabbed it out of her hand and went to the bar. Sure enough in a few minutes she had a tall and very strong refill in her hand. Shaun then made a toast to the new charity and it seemed that Sharon again had not choice but to drink. "Man, what a long day!" exclaimed Dave. I need to smoke a little to unwind after all that. He had the bong out in no time and was loading it with weed. "Where are my manners" he said as he passed the glass device to Sharon. "Oh, uh, not thanks that's ok, I have to drive later" was all she could say. "Oh you will be fine because you have not had a lot to drink, it will just relax you a little bit. Sharon could feel the hard alcohol running through her veins and was not sure about the grass, but if they said it was just relaxing then she should be fine. He held if for her while she sucked through the smoke and the blast seemed a lot stronger that what she could remember from last night. As she was concentrating on what she was doing she did not notice Shaun taking some video on his small camera of her smoking the weed. Sharon started to cough so bad she could not stand it and she got up to bend over the trashcan in case she got sick. As she was leaning over coughing Dave was lifting up her skirt above her ass for the camera. The guys were happy to see she was wearing tight lacy panties! Not a thong, but a lot better than what she had on last night. Dave handed her his drink, which she chugged in one gulp, after doing so she realized it was almost strait whiskey and her body got very warm very quickly. Within the next ten minutes Sharon was totally smashed. Dave put the bong up to her lips one more time and made her take another hit to just be sure. While he was doing this Shaun had made fresh drinks that were again almost 100% whiskey. She seemed to be getting better at the drinking and smoking which was exactly what these to black kids wanted. They wanted her to come over and get smashed so she was more willing to do what they wanted. Dave then left the room and Shaun started to explain the charity to Sharon. It was a simple clothing drive where people would give old clothes to be turned over to the needy. Sharon was having trouble following along, but she loved listening to Shaun talk and was staring deeply into his eyes. He then explained that they would be having a fashion show to raise money and awareness for the program. What he needed her to do was check out some of the outfits for the show. It seemed to make sense to her and she said lets get started. Taking another swig of her whiskey Sharon opened up the box Shaun gave her. It had a few pairs of shoes, some skirts, shorts and bikini top shirts, not to mention a few pairs of small panties and a make up kit. Sharon told him that it all looked fine and the girls who wear it should get a lot of attention Shaun the asked her to try on a pair of the shoes cause he wanted to see how tall the made a girl look. She saw no reason to not do this and she stood up in the 6-inch platform shoes. Sharon always had good balance, but this was rather hard for her. "Ya know, I am just not sure, I can not get the whole picture," Shaun told her. Why don't you try on a whole outfit and then we should be able to tell for sure what we will end up with. "I don't think I can do that Shaun, it's all a bit too revealing for my tastes" "Don't be silly Sharon, it is for charity, and if we don't get this done the whole thing might fall apart!" Sharon felt confused and afraid to screw anything up, so she said "I guess it would be ok to let you see because its your charity." "Of course, just for the charity" Shaun replied. Let's got into the conference room where you can change. Shaun's real reason for going in there was that there were several hidden video and audio recorders set up to capture the whole room. Once in the room Sharon took another big gulp of her drink and asked Shaun to wait outside. "Sure, let me just make you a new drink first". Sharon had totally forgotten that she was supposed to go home to her family tonight and happily accepted the next glass of whiskey. The first outfit was a very short silver skirt and a top that fit on like a bra or bikini, which tied in the front instead of the rear. It left a huge gap between her breasts and the bottoms were also exposed. The skirt went not much further than her ass and had a rough texture to it, which felt very nice. The panties were by far the smallest she had ever worn and they barely covered her vagina. Her plump ass was totally exposed, as the back was little more than a string. As she checked herself out in the mirror, she would have loved to know that she was staring right into the lens of a camera. When she thought she was as ready as she could be Sharon killed the rest of her drink and went t the door to let in Shaun. His dick almost exploded upon seeing her and he could not believe his good fortune! Playing it cool, he was internally laughing at how awkward she felt in the skimpy clothes. He said that he had an idea, but what it really needed was the makeup like models wear. He asked if there was any way that she could put on a lot of makeup over what she already had on. As, he handed her another drink, with a straw this time, Sharon said that should be fine as it was just in this room. Shaun watched her as she piled on the makeup to his direction, finishing up with dark eyes and bright red lipstick. In his mind Shaun was thinking that this prim and proper mother of two looked like the best stripper he had ever seen! While he stood behind her to look at her makeup in the mirror Shaun started to rub her lower back very gently. Sharon froze and started off to the left. Her breathing became heavy and he knew at that point that he could get her for sure. Dave then interrupted them when he came into the room and Sharon was so preoccupied with how good Shaun's touch felt that she had forgotten what she was wearing. Dave played it cool and started to box up the clothes (including the ones Sharon wore over). They could hear load music coming from down stairs and out side and being Friday night this was not a surprise to the guys at all. In fact, every weekend had people dancing and drinking in their house. Shaun grabbed Sharon's hand and told her to bring her drink to the party downstairs. She grabbed her whiskey with a straw and smiled as she was being led to a party. Once in the living room all eyes were on the drunken girl dancing with Shaun. She had to be the hottest thing that they had seen in a long time! How did Shaun get this girl? She was all over him, mostly for support from the booze and the high heels, but his hand also needs to be all over her to keep her upright. After a while cameras were flashing and Shaun was lifting up her skirt for guys to take pictures from the other side. With the party light there was no way she could see the flash. Soon Shaun's hand was squeezing her ass under the skirt and it only got worse when a slow song came on. Dave had gotten a lot of this on video, from the conference room down the stairs and finally here on the dance floor. Sharon was really having a good time dancing with Shaun and she did not notice the crowd looking and talking pictures of her ass. If only her husband could se her now with all these rough black kids looking at her body lustily. Not to mention the amount of people that would end up jerking off to her picture on the Internet. Shaun was giving lots of little kisses to Sharon's neck and ear with a very good result...she was moaning rather loudly and grinding her pussy on the hard penis she could feel through his pants. The next thing she new his tongue was in her mouth and they were kissing very hotly. Shaun turned her around when a fast song came on so that he could mash his cock into her humping ass. As she turned a lot of the guys gasped at the flimsy shirt she was wearing. While dancing there were hands in the crowd that touched her tits, ass and even pussy. At some point a hand pulled on the string in front of her shirt and her tits bounced into site. The guys went nuts and it was all preserved well on camera. Sharon did not even notice, as she was too busy kissing Shaun. Dave made sure to get a close up of her ring finger running over Shaun's head. Next thing she knew Sharon was being led into the conference room and Shaun had her top on the floor in 0 seconds flat. He was squeezing one tit while pinching and licking the other nipple. This was really getting Sharon going and was concentrating on nothing but the pleasure building up in her body. Without even realizing it Sharon had reached her hands down to Shaun's pants in an effort to get at his penis. He helped her out and took out his 10" black cock. As soon as it touched Sharon's hands she instinctively started squeezing and jerking him off. At this point Shaun laid her down on the table facing up so he could keep at her DD tits. He had already bunched the tiny skirt up above her waist and he effortlessly ripped off the small panties, which produced a very guttural grunt form Sharon. So, there was this nice and proper white housewife and mother lying on her back in a frat house about to get fucked by a cock that was 5 inches bigger than her husbands. Being that she had not had any good sex in months Sharon was very worked up and dripping wet. Even without the intoxication Sharon would have been very hot for Shaun. "You want me to fuck you?" Shaun asked. "Y y yes please! Just put it in, condom, oh, shit, so wet, please put it in!" came Sharon's reply. "Put what in?" Shaun wanted the cameras to record everything. "Your penis" Sharon said. "Cock bitch, it's called a cock!" "Oh my god!" Sharon screamed as Shaun was playing with her clit and tits. "Please put your cock inside meeeeeeee, ah ah fuck ya" right after she said the word 'cock' Shaun started to insert his rock hard dick up her sopping wet pussy. He was amazed at how tight she was. Going slowly Shaun eased himself in inch by inch until finally he was balls deep. The moans became louder and louder from Sharon. Shaun got her feet up above his shoulders and started to pound Sharon's pussy like there was no tomorrow. Her giant tits were violently shaking up and down causing her to get smacked in the chin right after every time Shaun trust in her. Shaun loved the site of her tits flapping around wildly. He knew that he was gonna have some good times with this dumb married white bitch. Only having fucked for about 20 minutes Shaun was so excited about Sharon's begging him to keep fucking her. He enjoyed making her call out for his black cock and he started to smack her tits around rather roughly. The funny thing was that Sharon was really enjoying the rough treatment and talk. She had never known that people would do these things when having sex! Once Sharon had her second screaming orgasm Shaun knew he was gonna bust soon. He wanted to see what he could get her to do so he said he was going to cum in her pussy. "No, you can't, uh, fuck meeeeeee, shit, no, cum, pussy uh, pregnant, uh uh mmmmm, tits, oh shit yeah!" This was the most cussing she had ever done. Shaun actually had no desire to cum in his new bitches pussy. He was planning to use her for as long as he could and pregnancy would not help things. "Ok" he said "Come here you slut" "You want me to cum?" "I'll cum where you deserve it" As he pulled out Shaun grabbed Sharon's left tit and pulled her roughly up from the table. "Ah shit yeah, ah ah, grab me, ah cum, fuck yeah!" As she was in a sitting position Shaun took the opportunity to smack her tits around hard! Right then he knew she was going to love being dominated by his black cock. Grabbing her nice long hair Shaun pulled her off the table and quickly had Sharon on her knees and when she opened her mouth to take a panicky breath she had his cock shoved in as far as it would go. Sharon thought to herself "Oh no, I have never had a pe...COCK, in my mouth before and I don't know what to do." Shaun took care of the work as he proceeded to face fuck Sharon while making gestures to the cameras with his other hand. He loved the fact that he was pounding her mouth like a pussy and not stopping for all her gagging and moaning. When Sharon put her hands up to push Shaun away, he stopped briefly to smack her tits several times. This was very painful for Sharon as he was hitting them strait down. Slapping her face for good measure Shaun shoved his cock back in her teary face. He then told Sharon that she should never stop him from fucking her. Sharon gargled her response around his cock and that put Shaun over the edge. Shot after shot of hot cum started to pump in her mouth. Sharon swallowed as fast as she could, but a lot of his spunk ended up dribbling out onto her large swinging tits. After he calmed down a bit Shaun made his new toy stand up and lick the cum off her tits for the hidden camera. What her tongue could not reach she was told to scoop up with her fingers. There was something about the taste of cum. The thing was she liked it! Sharon Goes Back to School After they dressed, Shaun led Sharon back to the party to get another drink. A strong mixed drink ended up in her hand. As she was stumbling around the party being groped by everyone while trying to 'be friendly' and talk to all her nice new buddies things started to get a little hazy and the next thing Sharon knew it was daylight and she was asleep on Shaun's floor. If she had not blacked out from the roofie that some guy slipped in her drink, Sharon would have remembered being the life of the party. Everyone got to dance with her and feel her body as much as they wanted. She would have remembered being dragging into the filthy party bathroom by Dave for an impromptu 'make out' session as he called it. After kissing for a little while Dave started sucking on her tittles and fingering her pussy. Sharon might have remembered that she got on her knees all by herself in that dirty bathroom. She did this because she wanted to taste more cum. She would have noticed Shaun coming in the bathroom with a camera and filming her sucking on Dave's cock. They made her look right into the camera and beg for his cum., which he promptly shot into her waiting open mouth. After she swallowed the mouthful of hot cum Dave told Sharon to suck on her own nipples. One by one she lifted her tits with both hands up to her cocksucking lips. Dave really loved her full sexy lips and he wanted Shaun to get some good footage of her slobbering over her tits. This drew a cheer from the large crowd that was peering in through the open door. Sharon just giggled when she noticed them looking. At this time the party died a little bit. That is, the guys kicked a lot of people out so that they could get nasty with the big titted slut. Shaun led Sharon around the house with Dave filming as if they were doing a tour. In one bedroom were a couple of guys who waned to see a strip show. Dave got her a new outfit and told her to put it on for the show. She kept the same fuck me shoes but now she got into a hot pink mini skirt and matching tube top. They were both a couple of sizes too small so Shaun had to help stuff her tits into the top. She also touched up her lipstick brushed her hair a bit. The guys got a huge laugh out of watching her brush her hair with the housedog's brush. Shaun was pleased that she had not questioned his request and changed right in front of everyone. She was fully aware of the camera and was even starting to perform by trying to act like a cute little girl. They put on some Jay Z and Sharon began to dance around the room. Whenever she got close to a guys she was grabbed and called names. The stripping lasted about 5 minutes as one guy got frustrated and yanked the tube top down. When her tits sprang and she gave out a submissive little cry the guys all knew it was on. Another guy produced a bottle of baby oil that he sprayed all over her tits and ass. Her outfit had no become one bunched up piece of hot pink fabric that went around her waist. She was told to rub the oil all over her breasts and shake em around. Before she knew it she was bent over the coffee table getting fucked by a stranger. Sharon had only had sex in the doggy position a couple of times, but she felt like she was gonna cum right away. This might be her favorite knew thing. Shaun had told all the guys to wear condoms while they fucked her. Starting with the guys in this room Sharon was fucked by at least 20 black guys who seemed to be rotating in and out of the room. The sound of the bed hitting the wall were only drown out y Sharon screaming in pleasure. Not one guy wanted to waste his load in a condom so they made up a game. They would take their filled condoms and tie knots in them to prevent any spillage. Then, from across the room they would throw them at Sharon. This was not done to break like a balloon, but rather just as a funny thing to do for the camera. Of course when Sharon got a condom she was told to break it open and drink the cum. She did this with no problem as she really was starting to think like she needed to eat as much sperm as she could. Dave made a remark about her pussy hair that did not sit well with one of the other guys. Grabbing Sharon by the hand he took her in his bathroom and proceeded to shave her pussy clean in the shower. Once done he turned on the water and shoved his cock in her mouth. After a few minutes he wrapped his hand in her hair and really started to pound her mouth. The best part was after swallowing his load Sharon collapsed back in the tub on her butt. Not missing a great opportunity he told Sharon not to move as he started pissing on her tits. Shaun got some great footage of this as he was standing on the sink to get a bird's eye. After showering quickly Sharon was taken back to the bedroom and oiled up again. Standing there completely naked Sharon was told to lick her tits and beg for someone to tit fuck her. Only a few seconds after she started to beg one guy threw her on the bed and proceeded to reverse tit fuck her, that ism his balls and asshole were resting on Sharon's face. For the next few hours the guys took turn fucking Sharon's mouth, tits and pussy, Shaun had told them to not fuck her ass, as he had plans for it. So, when the prim and proper Sharon woke up in the morning completely naked she had no idea what was going on. She vaguely remembered fooling around with Shaun, but everything else is very blurry like a dream. Having to pee really bad Sharon ran to the bathroom and screamed when she looked in the mirror. Somehow she had the frat letters written on her breasts! "Z" on her left tit, and 'B' on her right. Too bad she could not see the same lettering on either side of her asshole. The guys had all taken hundreds of pictures with their new 'friend'. There were shots of her standing with groups of guys while sucking on her marked tits. Close up shots of her with a large cock between her written on jugs. A great one of her getting fucked from behind while looking strait ahead at the camera and showing of her ring finger. Speaking of ring finger, every guy wanted a few shots of their hard cocks being held by her ring-clad hand. All these were done with a big smile from Sharon. Well, I guess you could not see her smiling in the shots that were taken of faces close up to her marked asshole. At that very moment Shaun was looking at all these shots on his laptop. The next shock to Sharon was the fact that she did not have and pussy hair. Deep down her first reaction was how good she thought it looked and how clean it felt. Back in Shaun's room Sharon was desperate to find her clothes and leave. "Shit, what happened last night!" she was asking herself in a panic. That is when Shaun came back into the room. "Good morning" he said to the wife who was trying to cover up her ample tits with her small hands. "Where are my clothes?" she asked. "Oh, I am not sure, but, here you can wear these." Shaun produced a tiny white strappy tank top and some small girl jean shorts. Anxious to cover up Sharon quickly pulled on the tight daisy duks shorts along with the 2 size too small tank top. The top did nothing to contain her giant tits and the sloshed around with every move she took. If she had paid attention Sharon would have noticed what the tank top said on it. The back had in red letters the words 'ZB BITCH", and the front in black letters let everyone know she thought "SIZE DOES MATTER" "I have to get home to my family, it's Saturday!" "No, you don't wanna do that" Shaun replied. Call your husband and tell him you do not feel well and are choosing to stay at a friend's house for a while. This is when Sharon explained the fact that she lived very far away and stayed locally in an apartment during the week. Shaun was beside himself! He knew now how much easier it was going to be to fuck this girl without her husband getting in the way. Sharon did not know why she was still there or, why she felt she needed to explain her situation to Shaun. The truth be known deep down Sharon maybe wanted to stay with Shaun, if only for a few more minutes. She could not believe what had happened and was very distraught over cheating on her husband. Yet, a part of her mind was creeping back to the memory of the mind shattering orgasm that Shaun gave her. Not to mention the rough way her dominated her and forced her to eat his cum. All of a sudden Sharon noticed that she had been unconsciously rubbing her legs together and licking her lips while talking to Shaun. "No!" "I have to go" Sharon said to herself as she walked for the door. Before you go you should see this and decide if you want your husband to see it also. Shaun handed Sharon a picture. When she saw it she gasped and almost fainted. It was a very clear and rather nice snapshot of her on her knew in the dirty bathroom sucking Dave's cock. Her tits were pushed up out over the bikini top and she was twisting her right nipple with one hand while playing with her pussy in the other. There was drool hanging don from her chin and she had a very focused and serious look in her eyes. "If you leave I will have no choice but to email this to you husband" "I got his email from your purse" Shaun let his words sink in to her. Sharon turned to a corner and stared at the picture. Without realizing it she was licking her lips again and fidgeting in her shorts. "What the hell!" she thought how could this filthy thing be turning her on like this? She could not believe that her sore and swollen pussy was getting really wet. All of a sudden she felt a pair of hands start to rub her shoulders. The pressure felt really good and before she knew it Shaun was kissing her neck and ears. She started to rock and moan, while pushing her ass back on the lump in his shorts. The picture fell to the floor as Shaun started to knead her giant tits. Arching her back and putting her arms around his neck Sharon resigned to the fact that she was too horny to not give in. She thought to herself that she had done it with him once already, so, what difference does one last time make? An instinct told her to get on her knees. Shaun was impressed with her enthusiasm for sucking and what she lacked in skill was made up for in energy. Shaun thought to himself that he was going to enjoy training her to deep throat his cock. Pulling down her shorts, Shaun laid her down on the couch and started to lick her pussy. This was also new to Sharon and he had her whimpering like a dog in a few minutes. Shaun then stood her up and pulled her tits out of the top of her shirt. Bending her over at the waist he power fucked her for 20 minutes giving her two more orgasms while her tits were shaking around wildly. Taking breaks once in a while Sharon got fucked by Shaun several times all day long. At one point he reminded her to call her husband. Using her cell phone she made up an excuse about being sick and passing out. Her husband said he had worried b8ut assumed it was something like that. If only he knew that his faithful wife was talking to him with quite a bit of cum still left in her mouth and Shaun's huge cock buried up her ass. Yes, that is right. While fucking her Shaun had started to stick his lubed up fingers in Sharon's ass, and she was really liking it. She was scared to have a dick in her ass, bur, she was so fucking horny and anxious to do what Shaun said that she let him try. It really hurt at first and she asked him stop. After a while however, the pain turned into a warm feeling and she had her first anal orgasm. She passed out and woke up with her hands handcuffed behind her back while Shaun was still pounding her ass. TBC Feedback encouraged through the link below.