Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11

original story: Scipio

story continuation by RogueAlan

*Note to readers*

What, no budding authors have tackled a ZB story? Oh well, maybe as a New Year's resolution (or a belated Christmas gift). Sorry for the delay, had to 'tell some story." but couldn't leave out the naughty bits. And I have to earn a living, too. Apologies if you think it ran a little long, but hopefully you'll think the climax was worth the wait. I have rough outline for another 5-6 chapters, so expect more in the new year. 

If the Prez can do it at a memorial, I'll give a shout out: Sergik, Roby, SGG, MH, krappez, dadabum22 “thanks for the kind words" RP, the art was spot on Sharon.

Hope you enjoy, have a happy holiday

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 half 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 here 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 and 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.

“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 ******* 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.

“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 ******, I’m not that I’d be able to stop, damn it… If I had all of the pictures and 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 ZB Brothers more appreciated.

Satisfied, she grabbed some small gifts for the rest of the ******, 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 ******** 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 ********, 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 ZB 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 ‘ZB 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 ZB 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 ZB 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.

“Is that?” he paused, “You didn’t… Did you really?” His fingers toyed with the loop of silver. Sharon purred, arching her back, pressing her breast against his hand.

“Careful, lover,” she murmured, “It’s still new… I’m told it’ll keep me ready to go whenever you’re interested.” He was staring at her adorned chest, but smiled at her words.

“I may have to test that out.”

“I hope so,” Sharon agreed as his fingers circled her pierced flesh, the thumb brushing the pebbled surface. “It’s meant wearing more clothes at school since it’s always a little more prominent,” she explained as he went on thumbing her breast. Sharon sighed again, pleased he wasn’t upset.

“Can I still lick it?” he asked. In answer, Sharon pulled Chris down into another passionate kiss. Her hand found his erection again and she urged him up toward her sex, spreading her thighs as he moved between them.

“I hope you will,” she answered. A moment later his lips were moving between her breasts. She sighed as she felt him at her entrance. She tilted her pelvis, welcoming his first thrust, and sighed in pleasure as he began to thrust into her in steadily.

Sharon moaned as his teeth dragged over her unpierced nipple. A moment later, he tugged gently at the ring with his teeth and she gasped,

“God, she wasn’t kidding… Do it again, baby… Do it like that!” He paused instead, sucking at her nipple before repeating the process. Sharon shimmied beneath him, aware that she would be able to cum before long. His tempo picked up. She rocked her hips, welcoming his thrusts, trying to steady the pace and penetration, wanting to prolong it. “Yeah, baby… That’s so good,” she murmured. and it was. She wanted it to go on forever. His lips and tongue kept working at her clit, and she let her head drop back, shivering as she gave herself to pleasure with her husband… the man she loved.

The tempo increased. She couldn’t ease it off with her pelvis… he was too heavy, pressing down on her… into her. She could feel his need, shared it. Her hands closed on his waist, dropped to his ass, but instead of urging him into her, she pushed slightly, wanting him to slow down… She wasn’t there… wasn’t ready yet.

He seemed ******* of her budding concern. He’d stopped nipping and licking at her breasts, moving up, panting over her as he went on thrusting in and out. He bent his head, kissing her passionately, then tilted his head, kissing her neck forcefully. She was dimly aware that once upon at time that’d felt good, and belatedly she moaned her appreciation that he was trying. If only he’d slow down. Several times she opened her mouth to tell him, but each time the specter of his reacting to her ‘coaching him’ made her hold back. The tempo began to waver. She knew he was going to cum. She struggled to keep up, hunching her pelvis, trying to increase the pressure on her clit.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured, “Likin’ that are you?” He caught her ass in both hands, pulling her up against him as he thrust more forcefully a final few times. Sharon gave a panting whine as he went still. She was done, dammit. Automatically she was shuddering and bucking beneath him though. She threw in a convincing moan, as well, and a moment later he rolled away, reaching immediately for a Kleenex from the bedside table and wiping himself clean.

“Mmm, that was wonderful,” he sighed, “Thanks, sexy. Welcome home.” Sharon pasted a smile on. She’d been there with him; she’d been ready to cum. Dammit, she scolded herself, making a mental note to masturbate before having sex with him in the morning… She wasn’t sure why but it was important to her that they climax together. Chris was already snoring quietly on his side of the bed by the time she’d calmed herself down. She started out tweaking her nipples and fingering her still aroused seam, but it felt naughty doing it beside Chris… He’d never seen her masturbate and she didn’t want him to wonder about it, so she grudgingly got up, choosing the closet instead of the bathroom. Sitting at the chair of the vanity in the big closet, she closed her eyes and started to work her sex with her fingers again. It felt good, but she wasn’t getting off. After another minute she gave up, taking a short robe off of the hook at the back of the door.

She padded down the hall, ashamed at the hope that Kelly might be up to get her off. She’d resolved that wouldn’t happen while they were at the house… there was simply too much chance they’d get caught. Even so, she found herself outside the guest room. She was shocked to hear voices.

“… better in college? Do the boys… can they get you off?” Sharon nearly burst into the room, but the knowledge her ******** was the one speaking with a carnal knowledge of boys froze her in place. She wondered how Kelly would answer.

“Oh, there are lots of men who never stop being boys,” Kelly said, “But yeah, in college there are lots of guys who can make sure you are left high and dry, if you know what I mean.”

“Do they expect… I mean, do you play hard to get?” Kelly laughed again.

“With your mom around I have to… She keeps us pretty honest. But then again, there’re lots of us and lots of ZB members.”

“Most of the frat members play on the school’s teams?” Kelly must have nodded, because Catherine went on, “Aren’t most of them black?” Sharon assumed another nod. “So have you… I mean, is it true? You know, about…”

“That once you go black you’ll never go back?” Kelly said with a laugh, “Oh no… Don’t get me wrong, they can be really hung, and that can be amazing sex, but I can get off just as well by myself or with another…” she stopped and Sharon was relieved that her friend hadn’t gone on, but Catherine wasn’t a fool.

“You’ve done it with other women?” There was an uncomfortable pause before Kelly answered.

“Oh yeah, a few times.”

“And?”

“And what? it’s not polite to talk about things you’ve done.”

“So you regret having done it.”

“Oh no, I didn’t say that! Nice try, missy. and before you ask, yes you would be delectable, I’m sure, but not here, tonight. You’re still in high school…”

“I’m legal… I’ve had sex lots of times.”

“You’re the ******** of my friend.”

“Have you and mom?”

“Oh come on, are you serious? Your mother loves your father, remember?”

“Well, she’d been gone so long,” Catherine answered, “and before she left, it wasn’t like he paid her much attention.” Sharon found herself feeling proud of how sharp her oldest was. and a little sad that she and Chris were so transparent to the kids. Damn it, they did love each other… when had they stopped trying? “I just thought,” she giggled, “But you’re right, I can’t really picture mom as a rug muncher… or enjoying that willing black cock.”

“You have quite the mouth on you,” Kelly answered, “But if you’re up with us next year, I guess if it’s all right with your mom, you can be a ZB Sister, too.” Sharon stepped back, fighting again to keep from rushing into the room. Did she want her ******** to be a ZB Sister? Was her reluctance a sign that she was prejudiced? Was she being selfish, wanting to hoard the pleasure for herself? She tried to convince herself she was just concerned that her ******** not wind up starring in interracial porn videos, but considering the way she was feeling at just the passing memory of what she’d done during that filming, and she had a hard time justifying her initial negative reaction.

She chose to be relieved Kelly wasn’t pushing for Catherine to join or come visit or have sex then and there. She hadn’t stopped to think about how close in age the women were until they were talking and laughing together after dinner, during the football game.

Sharon was about to move on when a faint but unmistakable odor reached her from beneath the door. Something familiar and forbidden. She raised her hand to the doorknob, ready to burst in, but Kelly’s voice, altered as she held her breath, came through the thin plywood.

“This is great shit, Cat.”

“Thanks. Can you believe Darren parted with a whole baggie and these rolled joints for a blowjob? He’s captain of the football team; I would’ve done it just to say I’d had him.” Both girls giggled as Sharon’s world swayed… she had convinced herself Catherine was being a good girl. She certainly had during high school. “So there’s smoke on campus?”

“Oh yeah. and you’ve figured the best way to get it,” Kelly assured Catherine, “Kind of hard to get busted if you provide a sexual favor before even asking.” There was more giggling.

“So has mom gotten high?” Sharon willed Kelly to answer, praying the girl wasn’t already too stoned to think straight. She heard Kelly giggle.

“Oh, it’s been in the air, but she’s the den mother, right? Can’t take a chance she’d say no.” Sharon relaxed. “She really misses out on some fun when she refuses to… you know.”

“Yeah, it’d be cool if mom would toke with us,” Catherine giggled, “Want to go ask if she’s still up?” Both girls giggled. “I guess you or I will have to score when I get there next year,” she continued, “No way mom could trade a bj for a bag.”

“You don’t think she and your ***…” Catherine laughed.

“Ew, don’t put that in my head. Of course they… well, I guess I hadn’t thought about it… It’s my mom and ***, right?”

“You’ll be a mom someday,” Kelly pointed out.

“Wow,” Catherine paused, likely toking, Sharon guessed, then giggled, “That’s too deep. I guess I’ll have to ask mom sometime,” she giggled, “That’d kill her. She hasn’t told you she does, has she?”

“We’re just trying to get her to let her hair down and drink a little,” Kelly answered, “One of the guys wanted to slip her some E but the guys really respect her, you know? She’s kind of like the house mother.”

“I thought all frats had a house mother.”

“Naw, I don’t know why, but ZB don’t. There’re always Sisters hanging around, though, so we cook and clean and do what a house mother would do.”

“and more, right? Right?” The girls laughed again. “Damn, I can’t wait to get to college. It’ll be a blast.” Sharon knocked on the door, then.

“Are you girls OK?” she called. There was a flurry of activity, then a fit of giggles with Kelly repeatedly managing, ‘It’s all good, it’s all good… don’t… it’s all good… Not there… it’s fine… it’s good… that’s good,’ before Catherine called back.

“Yeah, mom, we were just talking, you know.”

“OK,” Sharon suddenly wished she’d just gone inside. She could’ve sat down and smoked with her ******** and Kelly and laughed with the girls instead of standing in the hall like a… like a killjoy mother. “Don’t stay up too late.” There were more giggles and she moved down the hall before making a decision.

Without stopping to think about it, she hurried downstairs and into the dressing room for the pool. She checked that only the underwater light in the deep water was lit, then shrugged out of her robe and dove naked into the cold clear water. She swam leisurely laps, delighting in the feel of the water on her bare skin, and vowing that she’d bring Chris skinny dipping the first time the kids were out of the house.

If anything, her daring night swim left her more aroused rather than satisfied, and she was disappointed when Kelly didn’t appear to make good on her promise, but then she’d known the girls were still gossiping in the guest room. She reluctantly got out, dried off, and returned to bed, relieved that the next day they’d be heading back to school where she could get some real satisfaction. She paused, watching her snoring husband, aware that she shouldn’t feel that way, but unable to deny that it was exactly what she’d thought. She snuggled against Chris, telling herself she had to remember what was her real life and vowing she’d find a way to protect it.

*** Any hope of a morning repetition of the prior night’s lovemaking was dashed when Sharon blinked awake. She glanced at the clock, finding it was nearly 11AM. She sat up, finding herself in bed alone. There was a note on the nightstand.

‘You and the kids are asleep. Too warm to ignore-- went golfing with Floyd. Come home again soon, so we can repeat last night. Love, Chris.’

She got out of bed as she reread the note and relieved herself, then turned on the shower. She knew she shouldn’t be disappointed-- they’d rarely had sex more than twice in a week before she’d gone to school, so Chris likely had never considered she might be up for more. Sharon climbed beneath the hot spray as she admitted she was mostly at fault… she had often declined Chris’ sometimes overbearing advances, and she knew that he’d wanted more sex than she during their marriage. It was almost funny that she was the one having so much sex.

As she soaped up, she found herself wishing she hadn’t said ‘no’ to Chris so often. She wondered if it would have changed things, but scolded herself for over thinking things… As much as she hated it, the sex was amazing. She began to play with herself at just the fragments of memories of what she had been doing. Shame and embarrassment had so atrophied they were barely present as she masturbated with the detachable showerhead Chris had insisted on getting years before to the varied images of ‘her Brothers’ using her. She’d never done that before, and as the sparkles of her climax faded, she wondered if he used it for the same purpose.

She dried off, resolved to tell Shaun she would go on being their pet housewife, but only if they would protect her identity. If they refused… If they threatened to show her ****** what she’d become… Sharon knew that it would only be a matter of time, anyway. She told herself it was better to get it over with while at least some people might believe that she’d simply been overwhelmed, if not forced or taken advantage of. The lingering question she didn’t want to face was whether she could deny her own urges if the ZB Brothers laughed at her demand. The imagined picture of them unzipping, demanding she blow them on the front porch of the frat seemed too real, especially when she realized she was looking up at them as she prepared to obey…



Sharon lost herself in the routines of motherhood, mixing up waffle batter and setting out the plates before she went to wake the kids. She paused at the door to Kelly’s room, wondering if Catherine had spent the night. She hesitated again, trying to decide if it was maternal concern or jealousy that she felt about that. She blushed, admitting it was at least partly jealousy.

Both girls were in the room’s queen sized bed, but were not spooned as she would’ve expected if Kelly had introduced her ******** to the various joys of lesbian sex the night before. She crossed the room, raising the blinds and smiling at the whines that resulted. Together the younger women pulled the comforter over their heads, blinding hurling extra pillows in Sharon’s general direction.

Scott surprised her; he was already awake, lost in some gruesome video game in which he seemed to be hunting other people. She paused to watch, pleased that he seemed to be more than good. He was talking to the other players through a head-set and his attitude and language again reminded her that her children weren’t little anymore. She wondered if he was having sex with his girlfriend. She knew she should be home more on the weekends.

Though slightly distorted, she started, hearing other players’ voices projected through the TV. She was almost certain she recognized some of them, and that could only mean one thing.

“Hon, who are you playing with?” she asked. Scott shrugged.

“Dunno… I mean Chase and Drew and Mike are playing. We’re the fear team, see?” The round had ended and he pointed to the matching letters within brackets on the screen. “We stay together, and I’ve played with some of these other guys, but they could be from anywhere… I’ve played with folks from Mexico and Canada and France.”

“So it’s random?”

“Sort of… I guess usually it’s players who aren’t too far away, to keep it from getting laggy.” Sharon had no idea what he was talking about.

“It’s not just your friends?” He shook his head, busily pushing buttons on the strange controller. “Do they know who you are?” she shivered at the thought of someone laughing, telling Scott how they’d ‘banged his mother.’

“Well, they know my gamer tag, see?” he pointed to his name: ‘DaywalkerS’ “and I’ve put some stuff up so my friends can see.” Sharon nodded in relief, not understanding the different connotation of ‘friend’ in Xbox gaming. “Don’t worry,” Scott added hastily, “I know not to put anything identifying… They talk about that at school.” Sharon was relieved. She watched for another minute, and almost asked if she could play, but decided that could wait. She told Scott breakfast was ready and he promised he’d be down ‘at the end of the round.’

She prepared waffles, bacon, sausage strips, and poured milk and orange juice for almost an hour as the youngsters padded out separately, eating almost mutely until they were all satisfied. They talked music, movies, TV, and sports as Sharon ate her breakfast at last. There’d been too little batter for a full waffle, but compared to what she had been eating, the meal was extravagant. Catherine insisted on taking Kelly shopping, and Scott returned to his game, leaving Sharon to clean up, which she didn’t mind. Sunday was Rosalita’s day off, and she was glad to have something to do.

She jumped when her cell rang, picking it off of the kitchen counter. A close up of Shaun-- standing naked-- was to the left of the number and Sharon gasped, trying to remember when that had been put on her phone. She picked up, checking that the picture disappeared before she put the phone to her ear.

“Shaun,” she said before he could speak, “I have to talk to you.”

“Sure, baby,” he replied, “We’re talking now.”

“No. I mean yes, we are, but I need to sit down and really talk to you when I get back.”

“When you get back? Where are you?”

“I… I brought Kelly to visit my ******.” Sharon waited, listening to the connection hum.

“Damn,” Shaun sounded disappointed, “I was hoping to spend a little time playing this afternoon,” Sharon knew just what he meant by his tone, and her body reacted that quickly.

“I’m sorry,” she didn’t want him to be angry, “I hadn’t heard from you, so I thought…”

“It’s OK, baby,” he assured her, “We’ll just make up for it when you get back.” Sharon sighed in relief, aware that her pulse was up at the thought of doing what Shaun was saying.

“OK. But we still need to talk,” she insisted.

“Well then, get your sexy ass back to school,” he answered.

“OK,” she remembered Kelly was out with her ********, “As soon as Kelly gets back we’ll be on our way, but it may be awhile.”

“S’cool,” Shaun assured her, “But the party’s already started, so don’t wait too late.” He rang off, leaving Sharon wondering what party he was talking about. She considered using the computer in the kitchen to look at the web site on the flyer in her car’s glove box, but worried Chris might stumble onto what she’d seen. The idea of getting caught by something she did at home was never far from her thoughts. She worried at the sudden thought that Catherine might see the flyer if they’d taken her Range Rover, but a quick glance into the garage reassured her; they’d taken her ********’s Jeep Wrangler.



***



It was almost 5PM before the girls returned, laughing and carrying various bags into the house. Sharon had tried to decide how to tell Kelly they needed to get going. She helped sort through the various clothes and unmentionables the girls had bought, and was relieved when Kelly grabbed up her share of the loot and stuffed it into her backpack.

“Sorry, Cat, but your mom and I have to run,” she said, “There’s a Sunday night party we’re supposed to help with.” Sharon realized Shaun or Dave must have called Kelly, too. It reminded her about the picture that came up on her phone. She needed to look through her memory card but didn’t remember exactly how to do that. She hoped Kelly would be able to help.

They got the SUV packed without delay. Sharon was anxious not to have Shaun upset with her. She’d hugged the kids, reminding them it was close to the Thanksgiving break, when she’d be home for several days. Catherine seemed to want to say something, but Kelly pointed at her watch and Sharon apologized, assuring her oldest they’d have time to talk when she got back. Kelly gave Catherine a big hug, thanked her for ‘everything,’ and climbed into the passenger seat. She reluctantly stopped at a gas station on the edge of town, changing into her school gear while Kelly filled the tank. The younger woman then quickly changed in the passenger seat, laughing and reminding Sharon to keep her eyes on the road.

“So you had a good time?” Sharon was relieved when Kelly assured her it’d been great.

“Your ******** is so much like you it’s amazing,” she went on, leaning back and sighing.

“We are?” Sharon looked over at her friend. Kelly laughed.

“You know what we were doing when you knocked?” Sharon blushed but nodded, surprising the younger woman.

“I knocked without thinking… I almost came in to join you.” Kelly laughed.

“Oh, that would’ve floored Cat… She thinks you’re pretty square.”

“I guess I am… or was,” she remembered the flyer, making sure it was with them.

“Yeah, but all kids think their parents are,” Kelly went on, “I mean it, though, she must look just like you did… except a little taller.” She settled back in her seat, “and she’s just as adventurous…”

“Are you saying you…” Sharon stared at Kelly in shock, “You two didn’t…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Kelly giggled.

“Jealous?” she didn’t wait, “We didn’t do anything, Sharon, though I admit I was tempted… and I think she was, too… She’s not the wallflower you were when I met you.” Sharon nodded, unable to believe it had only been a few weeks… a couple months before that just hearing her ******** talk to Kelly like she had the night before would’ve left her shocked and concerned. Now it seemed trivial.

“Is she being safe?”

“Oh yeah,” Kelly nodded, “and I pointed out that’s the first rule, so…” she shrugged, “She’ll be a heartbreaker in college,” she giggled, “Gonna give me a run for my money.” Sharon swatted the other girl’s thigh and Kelly giggled, “You are too easy, mom.” She rolled her eyes, “I almost lost it several times telling them about all the things we were doing.” Sharon just nodded. “I hope you’ll let me come again.”

“Anytime,” she answered automatically, trying desperately to get the mental image of herself, Kelly, and Catherine cavorting in the pool naked out of her head. “But next time I’ll hold you to what you suggested.”

“What was that?” Kelly obviously didn’t remember.

“The pool… After I… After Chris and I had… you know, I was still up, so I went down and went swimming. I waited, but you never showed.” Kelly leered at Sharon.

“But you weren’t swimming starkers,” her mouth dropped open as Sharon nodded her head.

“Oh yes I was… I’d gone down in just my robe.”

“You’re teasing me, now.” Sharon smiled but shook her head.

“Too bad you were occupied upstairs, we could’ve played all night.”

“and you got your ashes hauled already… Chris is a nice looking guy for someone older,” she giggled, “He’s gotta be older than you, right?” Sharon shook her head, glad Kelly didn’t ask how the sex had been. Kelly giggled, “I’m so horny I’m not sure I can wait until we get back.” Her hand slipped into Sharon’s lap, and Sharon groaned as the younger woman expertly teased over her sweat and short clad sex.

“Mmm, you’re gonna make me have an accident,” Sharon complained but made no effort to stop Kelly as her fingers slipped inside the elastic waistband. “Ahhh,” she moaned and spread her thighs, welcoming the touch as Kelly deftly found her clit. She’d been getting more aroused each mild that brought them closer to Shaun’s surprise. Kelly worked her fingers up and down Sharon’s seam, stoking her desire. Glancing at her friend and lover, Sharon saw Kelly was mirroring the movements with her own sex using her other hand. “God we’re such sluts,” she moaned, reaching over to take over the duties of getting Kelly off.

It took a moment to snap back to reality when she realized there were flashing lights in the rearview mirror. She glanced down, afraid she was speeding as Kelly’s fingers threatened to bring her off. Kelly twitched and moaned beside her, obviously having an orgasm of her own. The speedometer was a little over the posted limit of 70, but they weren’t going so fast that they should be getting stopped.

“Shit!” she said and let off of the accelerator.

“What?” Kelly glanced around, still ******* of what was happening.

“We’re getting pulled over,” Sharon answered. Kelly laughed.

“Sure we are… You want to pull over, that’s OK,” she licked her lips, “I can…” she paused, seeing the reflection of the winking red white and blue lights, “Oh shit.” She took her hand out of Sharon’s crotch. Sharon bit back the urge to have her hurry and finish her off. She carefully signaled, then pulled off of the road, glad for the four wheel drive, as she made sure there was room for the highway patrolman to safely approach. “How fast were you going?” Kelly asked her.

“I’m not sure… but not that fast,” Sharon assured her. She was glad her seatbelt was on. The highway patrol cruiser stopped behind them, the bright lights blinding her through the rearview mirror. After what seemed like several minutes, she heard a car door open and close. The crunch of gravel preceded a knock on the window. She took a breath and pressed the button to lower the glass.

“Good evening office,” she looked over, hoping it wasn’t a lady trooper… She put on a big smile, aware it froze on her face.

“Why good evening, ma’am,” the young black highway patrolman answered. There was something familiar about him… she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Do you know why I’m stopping you?” Sharon managed to shake her head; even his voice sounded familiar. She wondered why he was wearing the dark sunglasses-- it was almost full dark outside.

“No, officer, I wasn’t speeding that much…” Shit, “I mean… I know I was between 70 and 75, but other drivers were passing us, and.” She stopped, seeing the patrolman shake his head.

“Sorry, ma’am, but I’m not stopping you for a moving violation.”

“Then what…” she looked over at Kelly, who was shaking she was trying so hard not to laugh. She looked back as the trooper took off his glasses…

“Shaun!” she gasped, “Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me. Dammit! What do you think you’re doing.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he answered, “But I’ve been tasked with making sure you and your passenger here get to a party on time,” he waved and Sharon heard the passenger door of the vehicle she’d assumed was highway patrol open and close, “Now, if you’ll step out of the car, we can get to having you violated while moving.” Sharon released the seatbelt and climbed out of the car as Shaun had asked, heedless of the traffic blasting by only a few feet away. Dave passed her, swatting her ass playfully.

“Y’all gotta learn to listen to authority,” he said in a mimicked voice she didn’t know. He climbed behind the wheel of her Range Rover, “and you,” Sharon heard him say in mock severity, “An accomplice, eh? We’ll have to find a suitable punishment.”

“My hero, the long arm of the law,” Kelly giggled, “Or long something, anyway…” Dave closed the door, and as Kelly let Shaun lead her to the passenger seat of his big sedan, her Range Rover merged back into traffic. She watched in amazement as Shaun left the lights on, easily returning to the highway, then speeding to catch her SUV. Glancing at the speedometer, she saw they were going 90.

“Won’t you get in trouble if they stop us?” she asked. Shaun laughed.

“If they stopped us, yeah… We have something of an understanding with the regional Highway Patrol,” he said causally, as if she should’ve known it, “That’s how I got the light bar set up. Cool ain’t it?” She had to admit that it was. “Now, my little truant,” Shaun went on, “I believe we have your punishment to administer.” She blushed, aware that she was still aroused from what she and Kelly had been doing. As she wondered what he had planned, Shaun reached down and unzipped, “I believe my nightstick needs to be put away,” he explained. Biting her lip, Sharon quickly leaned over, slurping his semi-erect cock into her mouth. She began to bob her head, not worrying about the swaying jumping car chasing her own toward school and the ZB House.



***



They got to the frat in record time. Sharon spent most of the trip with her head in Shaun’s lap, sucking him to completion. As they’d reached the city limits, getting off of the highway, she’d sat up, self-consciously wiping her face and checking it in the sun visor’s mirror before she sat back, ready to have ‘the talk.’

“Shaun,” she started, trying not to sound hesitant, “I know about the movies.”

“What movies, babe?” he seemed completely relaxed, and honestly ******* of where the conversation was headed.

“The ZB Productions,” Sharon went on, “The movies showing what we’ve… what I’ve been doing.” She paused for control, “You said the movies were just for you and Dave.” Shaun shook his head.

“Oh no,” he corrected, “We said they were for the frat.” Sharon frowned. She was sure that wasn’t what they’d said. “We don’t just give our best shit away, right?” he asked. She reluctantly shook her head. “and you, sexy little bitch, are definitely some of our best shit.” He patted his still exposed cock, “Damn you suck cock like a pro.” Sharon blushed. “I didn’t want you to worry,” he went on, “We’re not selling anything anyplace your hubby will find it,” he started.

“It’s on the internet,” she interrupted, “and I know what they say: anything that’s on the internet is there forever. What if my son is searching for athletes and the frat?” she shivered, “What if my ******** looks for ZB Sisters?” She took a ragged breath, “What if someone who knows my husband is into porn online… I can just see it now, ‘Damn, Chris, you have to see this… She looks just like your wife.’ I’ll be ruined… I can’t risk it.” Shaun shook his head as if nothing she’d said made sense.

“I told you, that’s not a concern,” but he didn’t’ elaborate. “Did you see pictures of yourself?” She gulped, then nodded. “You saw pictures of yourself having sex?” She nodded again. “Show me.” She shook her head.

“It was a flyer… It was in a DVD a guy who saw me had… HE recognized me,” she insisted, “and he’d never met me before.”

“You sure?” Shaun shrugged, “I mean we have lots of Brothers in town… who’d want to go very far when we have it this good, right?” She shook her head in exasperation.

“He didn’t say a thing about my jewelry… He didn’t know about my… duties,” she trailed off, embarrassed at that.

“OK, so maybe he was a guest.”

“No, he was a sad, lonely old man,” she insisted, “Said he and his friends had seen everything I was in… Said they didn’t think I was really a local college student.”

“That’s it, then,” Shaun laughed, “They’re our ‘test viewers.’ That’s how he’d know who you are.”

“Your what?” Sharon wasn’t sure she understood. Shaun shrugged.

“Look, we know you’re hot… You’re shit hot, I’ll be honest. and guys want to believe a hot white married woman is interested in having sex with young black guys. So we put bits of the fun we have on discs and sell it… That’s why we don’t have to take any University money; why none of the guys have to pay dues or work; hell, it’s why we can have the parties you and Kelly and the others enjoy so much.” Sharon didn’t rise to that bait. “We know it’s hot, but because we’re the ones doing… well, what’s on video. So we have a group that comes in and decides which… arrangement is best. They make suggestions before we put it out for profit.” He waved a hand over his face, “The actual bits don’t show you, see? We use a moving bar over your eyes… of if they want to see your eyes, over your nose and eyebrows… There’re complaints, but not many, considering we’re the best deal around, and there’s always new material coming out.” Sharon was still horrified at what she was hearing, and at her feeling relieved at what Shaun was describing.

“You don’t show my face on the tapes that are sold,” she said doubtfully, “So why were my pictures on that flyer? It was obvious what was happening… I mean, you couldn’t seen the penetration, but…” She clenched her hands in her lap, embarrassed at the lust and desire on her face.

“Same thing, babe,” Shaun rolled his eyes, “There’re maybe 8 or 10 examples of a movie flyer. We proof them with the test group, then put the finishing touches before they go out.” He looked over, and could tell she wasn’t buying it. He sighed, “Look, Sharon,” She met his eyes before he looked back onto the road. “That’s the best income we’ve ever discovered… I won’t lie to you. There’s no way we’ll stop doing the videos, and I think you like what we’re doing enough not to be able to stop,” he smiled inwardly at Sharon’s deep flush. “But no way do we want people pointing and talking about us when we go places, right? Hell, there are professional athletes who are ZB… They can’t have their wives and girlfriends finding out what they did in college… what they still do at some of our bigger parties. Everybody gets ‘the black bar,’ in the movies. It’s common sense.” and it was a total lie. Oh, Dave had the websites and the faked movies. They had the technology-- the guys really were blacked out in many bits-- but nobody wanted to buy it if they couldn’t see the slut getting off and begging for more.

“What about,” Sharon poked at the earring, the most readily available decoration, “These… They’re very specific… If Chris saw me he’d recognize me.

“Sure, if you were laying still,” Shaun shrugged, “But trust me, you’re not laying still in our videos. You’re not behaving like your hubby’s wife at all. and all of the ZB Sisters have those decorations,” he shrugged, “That’s why we do our distribution out of California… Even if your husband turns out to be a closet perv who sees the videos, he won’t know it’s you. If he says anything, just roll your eyes and tell him there’s a chapter out west that’s embraced the ‘thug lifestyle.’ Trust me, babe,” he reached over tweaking her pierced nipple with practiced ease, “No way we’re going to risk the hottest ZB Bitch in the history of ZB Bitches,” he leaned closer, “But don’t tell Kelly I said that.” Sharon finally smiled, relieved that they were looking out for her.

They pulled into the frat’s wide drive.

“All right,” Shaun smiled, seeing the flashing blinking lights emanating from the covered windows. There were people milling everywhere, “It’s time for my surprise.” Sharon looked around in amazement. People were dressed crazily… she couldn’t recognize anyone.

“What’s going on?” Shaun reached into the backseat and came up with 2 packages.

“It’s the Halloween Party,” he said.

“But Halloween was weeks ago,” Sharon protested. Shaun shrugged.

“Sure, but we did our rush late this year, remember?” he teased, and Sharon nodded at the memories of that particular orgy. “and then there was the big game. Getting ready for Homecoming will take most of the time until Thanksgiving, so this is our last big party until December.” He handed her the packages, “For you and Kelly. Now hurry up and get changed; people were asking after you even before we left.” Sharon nodded, grabbing the bags and climbing out of the car to meet her young friend.

Catching her hand, Kelly pulled Sharon inside, past the various displays and groups of costumed party goers. They managed to collect Solo glasses of some mixed drink on the way to Shaun and Dave’s room. Closing the door, they giggled like schoolgirls and opened their packages…

“Looks like they’ve got it all planned out,” Kelly giggled, opening the bag with her name on it. Sharon nodded, a mixture of hesitation and excitement roiling in her stomach. She wanted to believe what Shaun had said. It made sense, but she was glad she’d kept the flyer-- she could check on her own later.

Inside each bag were smaller packages, wrapped and numbered. Kelly giggled at the costume she found in her first sack, a skimpy red latex ‘demon’ costume. There was a funny tube with a long horsetail made of nylon that both women eyed uncertainly. Kelly found the instructions, gulping audibly but quickly stripped down, donning the costume. It wasn’t hard, since the entire outfit was made of short shorts, a half-bra, a headband which was easily enough hidden in her hair, leaving the curved horns jutting out. She pulled black fishnet stockings up her legs, attaching the clips to the shorts. The heels had nylon hair that matched what Sharon assumed was a whip. Kelly giggled as she strapped the heels on. Her toes… most of her feet were hidden. The toe of the each heel was divided.

“They’re hooves,” Kelly laughed at Sharon’s expression, “But you’re lucky, see?” and she grimaced before tearing open the small packet of lube that had been taped to the handle of the whip. A moment later, she gingerly worked the butt plug through a convenient slit in the back of the shorts, which also boasted an open crotch, and into her ass. “OK, now, your turn,” she motioned for Sharon to hurry, turning on the small earpiece that had been included in the first package and putting it in her ear.

Sharon tore open her package. She was surprised to find a cream colored blouse and a miniskirt in a brown plaid. It looked familiar, and she nearly laughed at how closely the outfit matched what she’d worn home the day before. There was no bra or panty, but it was much less revealing than what Kelly had worn. She didn’t stop to wonder at the packages still in her bag. She stripped quickly out of her sweats, carefully folding them and tucking them into the bag before she put the blouse and skirt on. The blouse had only 2 buttons, one at the line of her nipples, and the second above her navel. She realized anyone could easily reach in or adjust the thin fabric to expose her, and guessed that was the idea. She didn’t find any shoes, just a note that said, “Your role is to obey whatever the Demoness says.” She showed the note to Kelly.

“Mmm, now that leaves me with lots of options,” the younger woman giggled, “I’m pretty horny after that ride home.” Sharon giggled, nodding her agreement. Kelly nodded slightly then toasted to a Halloween to remember. They emptied the Solo glasses, after which Kelly pointed to the door, “Wife, let us see what awaits you.”

Sharon led the way to the door, surprised when they opened it that the hall was nearly pitch black. UV lights bulbs had been put into the overhead lights, and her blouse glowed faintly, the white threads in the skirt reflecting more brightly. The hair on Kelly’s hooves and ‘tail’ were iridescent as she caught Sharon’s hand, leading her down the darkened steps.

There was a row of white college students, Sharon guessed, all male, hooded but otherwise naked, a light shining onto their bodies.

“Whose is the closest to your betrothed?” Kelly waved a hand at the line up. Sharon bit her lip, embarrassed at the question, but considered the 5 young men. She was relieved when her honest choice wasn’t the smallest of the group. She wondered how the Brothers had gotten these students to participate in a potentially humiliating game.

The light blinked off, replaced by just the UV bulbs and low red lights as 2 of the ZB… no, she shook her head, ZB Brothers led her ‘choice’ back up the stairs. She couldn’t really see who it was passing her on the stairs. She wondered at the change since she and Kelly had gone upstairs… it’d seemed like a party outside.

“Your trials will begin, now,” Kelly intoned, sounding severe. She brought Sharon to the bottom step and collected a cup that appeared as if from nowhere. “We shall see if you are angel or demon.” Sharon bit her lip, taking the glass from her friend.

“You’ll need sustenance,” Kelly said, winking at her, “Empty this offering before we enter the bowels of hell.” Sharon dutifully emptied the glass, drinking as quickly as she could. The drink was sugary… almost syrupy, but burned after she’d stopped swallowing. She coughed. Kelly laughed, then pranced across the darkened main room toward a low table that had been set up in the lights.

“Sit!” she demanded, after sitting cross legged in a low canvas chair. Sharon obeyed, mirroring Kelly’s position on a second chair. A deep red silk sheet covered the table, glowing slightly in the UV light. The canvas was firm, but there was a draft beneath the thin skirt because of her position. Sharon shifted, making sure the short skirt covered her bottom.

There was a low noise filling the room. A light spun, and Sharon nearly gasped in fright-- the walls were covered by deep burgundy drapes, and at intervals there were frat members, naked but for black velvet hoods. They were softly chanting, creating enough noise to block out whatever was happening outside.

“This is your first trial,” Kelly said seriously, “You must enjoy what has been prepared for you without making a sound. If you succeed, you will be delivered. If you fail…” she smiled widely, “You take a step closer to filling my shoes. Now eat,” she whipped the sheet away, revealing a plate with a Twinkie, and Ho-Ho, and a heavy mug with the frat crest in gold on the side. “Hurry, little wife, you have precious little time,” Kelly warned.

Sharon reached for the Twinkie, which was closest to her right hand. She took a large bite, intent on doing as she’d been told. She gagged though, too late realizing the filling was not sweet. There was a sandy texture… salt. It was foamy… shaving cream, she guessed, but underneath it all was something familiar to her… semen. Cold jism. The mouthful she’d taken escaped her mouth, dropping to the floor. She looked up, praying that she hadn’t made ‘too much’ noise, and trying to convince herself she could eat the horrid tasting pastry. Kelly laughed darkly from her position to the side.

“Already you give up?” she taunted, “Choose again.” Sharon nodded, putting the rest of the Twinkie down. She paused before picking up the second pastry, opting to taste what was in the mug. Kelly watched expectantly. Sharon took a sip. It was sweet; more of what she’d already had. She was glad, hoping that enough alcohol would make finishing her ‘meal’ easier. She stopped before finishing the mug, though, keeping some in reserve.

She gasped in surprise upon reaching for the Ho-Ho. It wasn’t a pastry, at all, but one of the Brother’s cocks, carefully painted to look like a Ho-Ho, partially hidden by a napkin that had been strategically placed. It twitched in her hand, rising quickly. Sharon bit her lip, looking at Kelly, who simply stared back at her.

Leaning forward, Sharon bent to take the semi-erect cock into her mouth. She sucked at him strongly, bobbing her head, hoping to get him off quickly. The cream was actually from the pastries, she realized as she kept at it. She groaned as fingers reached between her legs from behind. Glancing to the side, she saw the Kelly had gotten up and was readily fingering her sex as she worked on the cock before her. She moaned quietly, glad for the cock filling her mouth, helping to keep quiet.

Sharon had been more than hot since before Shaun and Dave had surprised the women on the highway, and hadn’t had a chance to get off, so she was more than ready to cum in short order. Kelly seemed to know that, and slowed down each time Sharon was close, teasing the housewife, whose head was starting to swim after 3 large glasses of booze and no real food.

There was a low groan from beneath the table, and a moment later, Sharon’s efforts were rewarded as the man filling her mouth came. She dutifully swallowed it down, still working his cock until he was obviously completely dry. He shifted beneath her, and the cock was pulled through the hole in the ‘plate,’ disappearing before Sharon sat back. It took an effort not to groan as Kelly’s fingers nearly triggered Sharon’s climax. God, she wanted to finger herself. She looked around, but the glow from her blouse was enough it was hard to see whoever was moving around in the utter blackness surrounding the ‘table.’

“You’re not through yet, little wife,” Kelly taunted. Sharon nodded, reaching for the mug. It was full again, to her surprise; she hadn’t seen it refilled. Even looking about, she couldn’t see anything around her; the low red lights were all that were on, a single spot illuminating the plate. The steady ‘ohm’ chant seemed to rise. She drank half down again, then steeled herself for the awful taste. Kelly was at her side, and as she picked it up, the other woman reached down, dragging a long fingernail over Sharon’s aroused, partially exposed clit. Sharon’s breath caught. God, she was close to cumming.

“Hurry, little wife,” Kelly cooed, “We don’t have all night… You’re nearly out of time.” Sharon nodded, grabbing the rest of the Twinkie. She moved to cram it into her mouth, intent on choking it down at once. There was a muted ‘thump’ beneath her, and a cock lanced through a concealed seam in the canvas chair, straight into her aroused sex. Sharon’s back arched, the food forgotten, an inch from her mouth. Still filled by a stranger’s cock, she felt a hand slip through the specially prepared seat, trapping her clit between the hard flesh of the shaft and the pad of 2 fingers. She twitched and came explosively, only barely aware of the cock pumping in and out of her from below.

“Ahhh!” she cried, dropping the forgotten Twinkie. She shivered and cried out for several moments, becoming aware that whoever was inside of her was humping into her eagerly. She tried to move, but Kelly had her hands on Sharon’s shoulders, smiling down at her cruelly.

“OH no, little wife,” she taunted, “We see what you are… You cannot stomach the Angelic. You prefer a darker pleasure.” Sharon couldn’t respond as she quickly built to another climax, aided by the booze. She whimpered as the man beneath her went still, fully buried, and began to cum. She wasn’t there yet… She wanted to cum again. For a moment she worried about becoming pregnant, but then remembered the IUD and hungry for release, she hunched against him and the canvas seat. After a moment, there was another ‘thump’ and the cock slipped out of her. “Rise, little wife,” Kelly demanded, stepping back.

Sharon stood on trembling legs, spread wide for balance. Kelly moved a red plate between Sharon’s thighs. Sharon blushed, feeling the man’s semen oozing out of her, mingled with her own juices.

“See?” Kelly crowed to the hidden hooded observers, “Her response to the Devil’s dessert!” She raised the plate after several heavy beads had painted the surface. She tilted it in the light. “So quickly it rushed through her body, she’s obviously not of the Host.” She raised the plate before Sharon, “The Demon’s spawn cannot be wasted, little wife.” Sharon dutifully licked the plate clean.

Two of the hooded frat members were suddenly at Sharon’s side, still mumbling the ‘ohm’ noise.

Kelly swept in front of the trio and Sharon was led toward the side entrance of the House. She blushed at the idea they were taking her outside, and was only slightly relieved when they turned toward the back of the house and the hot tub.

“Few know the river Styx is boiling,” Kelly intoned, sweeping her arm toward the Jacuzzi, “We shall see if you are swallowed by its waters, or are delivered.” Sharon was a little relieved to see that 2 of her Sisters were standing, dressed in parodies of everyday casual clothing as she was, each under the direction of another ZB Sister in a gaudy demoness costume.

“You have company for Charon’s passage,” Kelly said, pointing to the others. A moment later all 3 demo nesses chanted together, ‘Into the water, wives and girlfriends… Face your fate.’ Kelly stopped Sharon, though, pointing to her skirt.

“You’ll have no need for that, wifey,” she warned. Sharon nodded and without hesitation unbuttoned the waistband, sliding the miniskirt off, to stand in just the blouse. She was relieved it was sufficiently long to cover her bottom. The other girls had also been relieved of short shorts and jeans cut offs, respectively. The girls climbed together into the steaming, bubbling water and a line of the hooded frat brothers followed, 7 of them, taking seats around the edges, as the women stood at the center.

“The rule is simple,” the demonic Sisters chanted in unison, “Find your oars… Coax them to move by whispering to them… Let us see who is most pure… who deserves to be saved.” Sharon bit her lip, looking with the others at the hooded men lounging in the hot tub.

“It looks like 2 for each of us again,” Keiko said from her position beside Sharon. All 3 women giggled.

“You’ve got a boyfriend?” Sharon whispered, surprised to think any of the others might have a significant other. Keiko nodded, “So does Diane,” she inclined her head toward the brunette in the hot tub with them, “Her fiancée is in law school.” The petite Asian shivered, “Did you have to eat and drink?” Sharon nodded, realizing she’d been the last chosen. She wondered how long the others had been waiting.

“That Twinkie was awful,” she said. Diane giggled.

“But the surprise was nice.” She shifted her hips, and Sharon could almost guess the woman was still aroused by the earlier sex. She knew, because she was, too.

“Silence, passengers,” a low voice rumbled, the only frat member standing in the hot tub, his flaccid cock almost touching the roiling water. “Servants of the Dark Lord,” he turned toward the demonesses, “Have you more souls for my charter?”

“No Charon,” the women said, bowing low.

“Very well,” he turned back toward the trio in the tub with him, “Have you the fare?” Sharon and the others looked at each other uncertainly. “The ride requires payment,” he began to stroke himself, “Are you prepared to pay?” The women nodded. He smiled, as they moved slightly toward him. “Oh no,” he waved a warning finger, “You do not pay until you have finished your crossing.” He spread his arms toward the others, “You know your task. Their oars await your whispered encouragement.”

The women separated, each moving with some uncertainty toward one of the hooded men ringing the tub. Sharon looked back, glad Diane and Keiko were no more certain what they were to do. She knelt, not caring that the blouse was quickly soaked by the frothing water. Making her decision, she moved close in front of the hooded frat member in front of her.

“Are you ready to be encouraged?” she tried whispering. The hooded head tilted but nothing was said. Sharon put her hands out, trying to steady herself in the pulsing water. She braced herself on his knees, leaning closer. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I don’t understand what…” His hands closed on her wrists, jerking her arms out, and Sharon toppled forward, her face splashing into the water. She came up spluttering, but had seen enough to know what was expected of her. She bit her lip, wondering if she could do it. “Your oar needs whispered encouragement,” she repeated and the hooded figure nodded. Moving lower in the water, Sharon caught the man’s thighs and getting a breath, she put her head under the water, taking his naked, bobbing cock into her mouth.

She slurped up and down, sucking and licking and moving her head for as long as she could before raising her head to get a breath. By then her oarsman was fully hard, and was running his fingers through her hair, pushing his hips up occasionally to encourage her. When she came up for breath the second time, she thought he was close. She worked her hand up and down his shaft as she glanced around. Keiko broke the surface, coughing. The pretty Asian wiped her mouth, panting for breath. She saw Sharon and giggled.

“It’s like x-rated bobbing for apples.” Sharon laughed, but quickly returned her attention to the man’s ‘oar.’ During her 4th trip beneath the water, just as she was needing to stop for a breath, she felt him shift. Struggling to hold her breath a little longer, she pounded her face down to his groin, and groaning in relief when he rewarded her efforts, cumming into her mouth and throat. Sharon waited until he’d finished, and worked to get the man’s jism swallowed as she came up for air. She coughed, having inhaled some of the salty spend in her rush to breathe.

“I see the wife has skills,” the standing figure said by way of praise, “Your task is ½ complete, little one. Choose your second coxsman… finish your passage.” Sharon immediately moved to the man to her right, diving beneath the water and hurriedly slurping his semi-erect cock into her mouth. She stopped quickly, having gotten only a small breath, and hurriedly got another before going to work in earnest. She dimly heard the man standing in the hot tub say something and guessed one of the others had finished. She came up for air, plunged beneath the hot, bubbling water again, using her hand to more quickly find the jutting erection she was supposed to bring off.

The second man lasted longer or she wasn’t quite as in sync with him. Each time she came up for air she worried one of the others would finish first. As she bobbed her head beneath the water the 6th or 7th breath, she felt as much as heard the guy groan. She vowed to bring him off before taking another breath. She’d just taken him to the root when hands caught her waist. A moment later, an erect cock speared into her from behind. She squealed around the first man’s cock, her body spasming in pleasure as she climaxed almost immediately. She guessed it was whoever was being ‘Charon,’ and hoped it meant she was about to win.

She needed to breathe, and reluctantly started to come up for air, only to have Charon plant a hand at the small of her back, locking her in place. Sharon panicked for a moment, but quickly enough resumed sucking at the man in her mouth, shuttling her mouth up and down almost violently. Hands caught her head, holding her in place as more semen boiled into her mouth. She gulped it down desperately, still sucking, lights sparkling at the edges of her vision. Her body was desperate for air, even as she felt herself cum again from the cock spearing steadily into her from behind.

The moment her head was released she lifted form the water, giving voice to a cry of relief. Her face was barely out of the jumping water, body creating waves that splashed her chin and nose as Charon rutted into her. She braced herself on the thighs of man before her, eyes closed as she quickly built toward another climax. Charon roared a minute later, going still as he pulsed into her, triggering a third climax. Sharon shivered and cried out in pleasure, sagging against the second man she’d blown.

“Seal yourself, wifey,” Kelly warned from the side of the hot tub, handing Sharon a thick but short rubber dildo. Sharon obeyed, then let the men she’d blown help her out of the Jacuzzi. As she was climbing out, dripping wet, the shirt nearly transparent where it was plastered to her body, Diane broke the surface, coughing and wiping at the bit of cum that’d leaked from her mouth as she’d come up for air.

“Too little, fiancée,” Charon rumbled, “Your dedication is split.” Keiko had come up for breath at that moment, and wasn’t done. As she dove under the water again, Charon waded over and easily lifted her, squealing, off of her second ZB Brother. The man scrambled up, moving behind Diane to plunge into her sex doggie style as the 2nd guy the brunette had blown held her steady in the bubbling water. “and you, girlfriend,” Charon shook his head, “You were unwilling to pay the passage into Hell.” Two ZB Sisters dressed in flowing white gowns suddenly appeared, taking Keiko’s arms as Charon casually set her down outside the hot tub. They guided the panting Asian toward the House. Keiko looked back to Sharon, who winked and offered a reassuring finger wave before the younger woman was spirited inside. With a shout Keiko’s second ‘oarsman’ finished off in Diane’s sex. Her ‘demoness’ provided a dildo plug that matched Sharon’s. Charon raised his arms.

“These have paid their passage. They stand at the gates of the Dark Lord’s realm. Who shall pass?” The others in the hot tub rose, helping Diane and Sharon over the edge to stand dripping and ½ naked, fully exposed in their thin shirts. Kelly approached, winding sinuously around Sharon’s aroused, shivering body.

“You are so close to glory, wifey,” she praised, “One more challenge. But first,” she handed Sharon another big solo glass full of the reddish alcohol. Sharon gulped it down, giggling at the smaller glass that Diane had received. When she’d finished the glass, drinking it as quickly as she could at Kelly’s insistence, Keiko’s demoness appeared at her other side. The girl bowed, then presented Sharon with a lit black bong.

“For the victor,” she said, and Sharon smiled and dutifully took a hit. She held the smoke as long as she could before offering it to Kelly, who declined, and the second demoness… she thought it was Lisa but her long blonde hair was hidden by a ½ veil, bowed again but declined. Sharon shrugged and took another hit as she was led by the others back into the House.

Joyce was seated on a throne, surrounded by hooded Brothers, and she nodded, as the red clad demonesses guided Sharon and Diane to their knees on a broad black platform that reminded Sharon of the inflatable mattress they used camping. The surface was a slick nylon. Kelly collected the bong.

“Mmmm,” Joyce ran a fingernail tauntingly along the jutting erection of the man to her immediate right, “You have each proven your preference for the Dark Side… You have each demonstrated the skill to earn your passage to our realm,” she sat back, tilting her head to look at each woman in turn, “The only question that remains is which of you has the stamina to succeed. Who can split their time with your pitiful excuse for a man and still serve our Dark Legions?” Sharon and Diane looked at each other, unsure what was coming. Sharon reached out, catching the younger woman’s hand. Diane squeezed hers reassuringly.

“To enjoy your eternal reward, to join me as this year’s ZB Demon Bitch… to earn the black crown, one of you will outlast the other.” Sharon and Diane eyed each other. Sharon wondered if the hooded men were going to proceed to use them side by side on the padded platform. She smiled at the thought… God, she was horny. Joyce clapped her hands and the lights dimmed to the flickering red lamps and the scattered UV light. Sharon looked down, giggling absently at how bright her breasts looked, covered by the luminous but wet material. “Pleasure one another,” Joyce demanded, “Show us your utter devotion to sexual pleasure… Do not be the first to cry for mercy…” The light illuminating Joyce went out, leaving only some glowing bits of her costume and make up.

Sharon turned to Diane,

“Well, at least losing will be fun.” The younger woman nodded, then leaned forward, kissing Sharon. The kiss quickly became passionate, and within moments the women were naked, lying on their sides, kissing and licking and fondling one another. Sharon groaned in pleasure when Diane caught hold of the ring piercing her nipple and tugged gently. Sharon nipped at Diane’s pert nipples in return, and soon enough they’d shifted to a 69, lying on the spongy support. Sharon worked the short dildo plugging the other woman’s sex in and out, tilting it up to press against Diane’s clit, making the brunette shiver and moan. Diane’s fingers teased around the portion of the rubber phallus jutting out of Sharon’s sex before tickling over her engorged, unhooded clit. As she and Diane set about licking at the other’s sex, leaving the dildos in place but using them to fuck one another, Kelly and another of the demoness Sisters stepped forward. At a word from Joyce, the took hold of the dildos, removing them with a flourish.

“Feast, ZB sluts,” Joyce urged, “Prove yourselves.” Sharon was already slurping and licking at the salty fluids leaking from Diane’s loose seam. She moaned into Diane’s sex as the younger woman pressed her nose against Sharon’s clit while lapping at Sharon’s used sex. The women writhed and moaned and shivered, each cumming quickly within seconds of the other. Sharon didn’t relent, moving her attention to Diane’s clit when the flow of jism stopped. She nipped at the ring piercing the younger woman’s clit, delighted and jealous at the moan of pleasure that triggered. Closing her lips, she sucked gently, then powerfully at the aroused bead. Diane cried out between Sharon’s thighs, thrashing her head, but she didn’t stop, either.

Sharon had no idea how long they’d been locked in that intimate exchange; she knew she’d climaxed 4 separate times, and that Diane had matched her climax for climax. They’d each settled into a more leisurely pattern, licking lovingly at one another’s dripping slit, then teasing the clit-- it took too much energy pushing to get the other off.

The nearly naked Brothers encircling them had begun that ‘ohm’ chant again, and Sharon’s head buzzed. She tilted her head, pressing the bridge of her nose against Diane’s clit as she lapped at the brunette’s slit. She moaned, feeling Diane’s nails drag teasingly over her pierced nipple. She was surprised when there was pressure above her head on the heavy pad, a moment before a long erect cock appeared, the head butting against Diane’s sex. Sharon murmured, licking at the cockhead and reaching up to seat it, guiding it into the other woman even as she felt someone sliding into her pussy. She flexed her thighs, welcoming the intrusion, while closing her lips down on Diane’s clit and sucking hungrily. Diane thrashed and screamed against her, Sharon’s own cries seeming an echo of pleasure.

The men rutted into the women in matching time. Sharon licked at the cock slipping in and out of Diane’s cunt, teasing over the brunette’s distended labia before returning her attention again to the pretty silver ring piercing her hood. Before long the men grunted, cumming into the women close in time, and continuing to fuck into them until both were spent. When they backed out, Sharon expected new cock to appear, and she wasn’t disappointed, but the newcomer only slipped in and

out of Diane’s sex a handful of times before he pulled out, redirecting the head of his cock against her anal sphincter. Diane’s breath hissed into Sharon’s sex as she was penetrated. Sharon threw her head back, moaning loudly as her own ass was penetrated. Leaning forward again, then resumed lapping at Diane’s empty pussy, using her fingernails on the other woman’s nipples and clit.

The women endured the brutal ass fucking without pause, after which another stud stepped up to use their pussies once again. Sharon was panting and moaning, on the edge of yet another orgasm when the guy using her stiffened and let fly, a stroke or 2 before the guy using Diane’s cunt cut loose. He backed out and Sharon ignored her own need, gobbling hungrily at the thick, salty ooze that began to spill from the other woman’s slack seam.

She felt the guy who’d just finished pull out of her, and prepared for the next, whether he wanted her pussy or ass… it didn’t matter-- she’d cum quickly. She heard a soft groan.

“Enough.” She went on slurping and sucking at Diane’s sex, pressing herself against the brunette’s face, anxious to cum. “Enough!” Diane said again, rolling onto her back, separating from Sharon, “I’m done,” she was panting, “I can’t keep up with this slut.” Sharon reluctantly stopped, rolling to her back as well. She bit her lip, seeing another ZB Brother had been ready to begin fucking Diane. She raised up on her elbows, allowing her to lick at the guy’s cockhead. A moment later, he was feeding it to her as she felt the Brother who’d been prepared to use her thrusting between her legs. She shivered in delight, cumming strongly.

She gulped down the man plundering her throat’s load, then sat up on her elbows, watching the hooded boy eagerly fucking into her, tilting her pelvis and humping up to meet his thrusts. Kelly put the bong to her lips and she did a hit, then smiled lazily, welcoming the rush of detached pleasure, even as she came again with the Brother who’d just hammered into her pussy a final time.

Still not spent, Sharon lay back, scooping her latest lover’s spend from her loose cunt and licking her lips, giggling at the standing hooded frat members surrounding her, watching. Kelly and Joyce approached, helping her to stand. She gulped down another big glass of booze, enjoyed a hit form a different bong Joyce provided, then let them lead her back up the stairs to the conference room.



***

Sharon was back downstairs within 15 minutes. In place of the long lost skirt and soaked blouse, she wore a red fringed black bustier that lifted her breasts, emphasizing her cleavage while leaving her nipples bare. The crotchless black silk panties were pined in place by the bustier garters, which held up black with red accent heavy duty fishnet stockings. Joyce had carefully applied the spirit glue affixing the wickedly curved black and silver horns that jutted out of Sharon’s wildly teased hair. Elbow length gloves covered her arms, Her feet, like Kelly’s and Joyce’s, were hidden by the hoof-like heels, the steep angle making her prance more than walk across the floor. Joyce had deftly ‘touched up’ her make-up, garish red and black mascara mimicked flames, and bright red gloss covered Sharon’s lips. A black and red ribbon had been twined into a single thing braid Kelly had done at the right in front of Sharon’s ear. Lastly, she’d received a ‘butt plug tail’ similar to Kelly’s, but matching her hair color. The women had applied a henna tattoo in the space between Sharon’s pubic ‘vee,’ It was a reddish brown version of the ‘lil’ devil’ thrusting it’s pitchfork into her skin with one hand, while holding an impressive cock in the other.

“Damn, girl,” Joyce had said at one point, “You are gonna burn out on cock.”

“Oh, she’s a skilled rug muncher, too,” Kelly answered, giggling-- they’d all been hitting the bong.

“Sure,” Joyce paused as if considering finding out for herself. Sharon licked her lips, more than ready for more. “I mean you’re gonna wind up so hooked you won’t remember who you are,” She set the mascara she’d been holding down, “I’m not lyin’. I had a fiancée, once… We aren’t that different.” Sharon gazed up at the stunningly attractive, calmly self-assured woman standing beside her. She wished she was more like Joyce.

“Who won this party when you were a freshman?” she asked, looking down at the transformation they’d made from a slutty housewife to a succubus.

“I did,” Joyce answered without hesitation.

“See?” Kelly said, her chin jutting out, “I don’t see any problem.” Joyce shook her head sadly.

“I said I had a fiancée,” she pointed out, “Not that I have one… not that I’m married.”

“He wasn’t a BZ… I mean ZB?” Sharon asked. Joyce shook her head.

“Naw, wasn’t even into sports. He was here to become a veterinarian,” she paused, “But I forgot what we had… I let this,” she waved at the room, “Overwhelm me… and it wasn’t nearly as swank as it is now.”

“He didn’t like to share?” Kelly asked.

“No man who wants to make you his own wants to share, honey,” Joyce assured the younger woman. “I uh… I forgot who I was with.”

“He wondered about the sudden… new tricks?” Sharon asked. Joyce nodded.

“I didn’t know he was curious. He followed me to the Christmas bash. I was supposed to meet him for a dorm party later.” The other women were quiet for a moment. Sharon was glad once again that Chris was an hour away.

“But you stayed… you’re still a ZB Sister.” Joyce nodded at Sharon’s point.

“I didn’t have anything else,” she shrugged, then forced a smile, “and it’s still the best sex I’ve ever had, right?” Kelly and Sharon giggled and agreed. “Just wait, little demon,” Joyce taunted Sharon as she helped her out of the seat where they’d been fussing over her, “You’re in for a treat.”



Sharon was nearly vibrating she was so excited at having won, and from the steady supply of weed and booze the women had provided while getting her ready. She’d wondered where the rest of the frat members were-- there’d been too few playing roles in the little game to account for everyone. Pausing at the top step, she’d found the red curtains and table had been removed, though the platform remained in place. She shivered with anticipation at what that might mean, giggling drunkenly. The hooded, otherwise naked members still ringed the room, but the rest of the frat, costumed gaudily, were circulating. A haze of smoke hung below the ceiling. She saw the other Sisters… Diane and Keiko wearing white robes like those who’d led Keiko into the House earlier. She smiled and waved shyly, realizing by the halos perched crookedly over the younger women’s heads they were angels.

“Ladies… angels and otherwise… and gentlemen,” a voice boomed over the in-house sound system, “Your attention, please.” People got quiet. “First, a toast to our victories team,” There was a cheer that made the room shake. Sharon noticed the hooded Brothers were not taking part. “Second, we’re not through, yet… We have to keep winning if we want to play over Christmas holidays.” There was another cheer.

“Unfortunately,” the voice went on, “That means we won’t be able to party like we have those years we were… less competitive.” There was a chorus of cat calls and boos. “So tonight… Tonight, brothers, let us celebrate!” The room shook with cheers. “Now, the team completed its annual homecoming selection tonight, which is why you’ve had to be partying on the front lawn,” the voice continued. Sharon was almost certain it was Dave talking, “So let me be the first to introduce you to this year’s ZB Demon Bitch… Sharon S… Hereafter, Sharon Sinnnn!” The crowd cheered. Glasses were raised. Sharon giggled from her position at the bottom step once again, curtsying to the gathered frat members. A laser flashed, writing ‘Sharon Synn’ on the ceiling and walls.

“Verel?” the voice called, “Verel, come on out here.” Sharon watched, smiling at the various faces she knew, comfortable that everyone there would look out for her. An immensely muscular man stepped forward from the side wall, marching toward the front of the room, hood still in place. Sharon marveled at his body… His six pack had six packs. His forearms were heavily muscles, and the bulk of his pectorals showed striations, he was so ripped. “Verel,” the voice continued, “We know you’ve all been… abstaining,”

“Mostly!” someone in the crowd shouted and everyone laughed.

“Abstaining in spirit, at least,” the voice continued, unfazed, “In order to be that much more aggressive on game day.” The hooded figure nodded. Sharon knew where she’d heard the name: he was the senior captain of the football team-- Scott and Kelly had talked about it at home. The thought of submitting to him made her moist pussy wet so fast she thought she’d peed herself. “Of the what, V, 67 football team members, there are…”

“47,” Verel answered, “47 of us are ZB Brothers.” The crowd whistled.

“That’s right,” the disembodied voice agreed, “Enough we could take on most schools on our own.” That elicited more cheers. “But we respect your sacrifice. Your dedication. So tonight, we’ve hooded our Brothers who’ve so long been without good pussy.” Sharon squirmed, an idea of what was coming forming in her mind. She smiled more broadly. “We call it ‘catch up,’ and until sunrise--when the demonesses and succubi have to go back to the Dark Realm, they are yours to enjoy, however you want.” For the first time the hooded members at the edges of the room gave a sharp cry. Sharon shivered with anticipation.

“The rest of you can enjoy our angels… Maybe next year they’ll be able to put out long enough and eagerly enough to service our warrior princes.” The microphone clicked off, then back on with a buzz, “Verel, by all means get things started.”

The impossibly muscular young man held out a hand, and Sharon took it, letting him lead her to the rectangular platform sitting at the top of the low risers. She giggled, seeing from the label the pad was called the ‘stage.’ She realized it would be where she’d put on quite the show. Joyce had handed her another solo cup as the announcements were made, and she’d tried to tell the senior ZB Bitch no, but Joyce hadn’t accepted that. The room tilted and seemed to spin as Verel stopped her and gently turned her to face him. His lips were exposed, the hood breaking just below his eyes.

Sharon gasped as he pulled her to him. His entire body was rock hard, his erection jutting against her stomach, almost reaching the bottoms of her breasts, he was so much taller. She planted a kiss on one of his nipples, then the other before tilting her head up to accept a long, passionate tongue kiss. His already impressive erection grew against her as they kissed. The moment he broke the kiss, the blonde mother and wife sank to her knees, hungrily licking at the swollen cockhead before taking as much as she could into her mouth. She had to stand back up to get the right angle to take him into her throat, and reveled in the way he stiffened and groaned and at the murmur of approval from the crowd as she took him all the way to the root, then held herself there, swirling her tongue and sucking hungrily.

She hadn’t considered how denying himself sexual release for so long would affect performance, and was almost afraid when he aggressively pulled her off of his erection, pushing her onto her back, already moving up between her legs. The need in his eyes was obvious, though, and the pressure as his thick cock stroked into her at once was enough to fan the ember of desire that had smoldered through the blow job… Sharon cried out in pleasure, lifting her legs high and letting them drop out as if doing the splits as Verel hammered into her. He was panting already, and seemed to want to slow things down to prolong the pleasure for them both, but he simply couldn’t overcome his own need. He gasped, forcing himself fully into her a final time and Sharon shuddered, feeling the heat of his release far inside her womb. He murmured an embarrassed thanks, and catching his heavy bicep, Sharon thanked him, asking him to come back later. She would’ve sworn the big kid blushed, but he nodded, and then he was moving away. Sharon sat up as the next in the line of hooded frat members ringing the room moved to take his turn.

Sharon glanced to the side, trying to count… What had Dave said, 47 team members. She was guessing those who’d already taken part in the night’s little display would still want more… The prospect of taking so many cocks was daunting, and yet she knew she’d done it before… It was her job to bring them pleasure… she was the ZB Demon Bitch. Leaning forward, she gobbled at the next cock, giggling when she’d barely gotten him into her mouth before he was eagerly pushing her back, spearing into her, his adolescent eagerness triggering her own arousal.

It was soon a blur of sexual pleasure for the blonde housewife. The players were too anxious to wait… She was blowing one while another fucked her… fucking one cowboy style while a second plundered her ass, her ‘tail’ conveniently held in a loop at the back of the bustier. In the brief moments she had without a cock thrusting into her, she saw that the angels and demon nesses were getting much the same from the other partygoers. She had no idea how many of the 47 she’d serviced before someone complained that they needed to clean her up. Joyce and Kelly had appeared, helping her into the downstairs bathroom where she’d been quickly douched, wiped down, and given another big glass of the rum punch being served. After holding a pair of bong hits as long as possible, the others led her back to the line of waiting football players.

She paused a while later, her body rocking under the steady pounding of one of the junior wide receivers… the cock being present to her was white. She looked up, to see the guy she’d chosen as being closest to Chris. She bit her lip but didn’t hesitate in slurping him into her mouth, immediately imagining it was just as it’d feel if she agreed to suck her husband off. The naughty imagining was enough to get her off again, and by the time she’d calmed it was someone new in her mouth. She was aware she was being fucked, but it was different than it’d been before, and soon enough she realized it was her ‘Chris double’ who was fucking her. She wondered why they’d insisted she choose who was most like Chris, but the thought was quickly lost as he stiffened and came. She giggled-- it really was like being with Chris.

Another cock sank into her thoroughly plundered cunt, then, a big cock that took her breath away. She groaned in pleasure, leaning back from the new cock that she’d been blowing. She looked down to find Tom holding her hips, thrusting steadily in and out.

“God, that’s good, Tom,” she slurred, then giggled, wondering how she was so sure that the hooded man pumping into her was Tom. He seemed pleased, though, that she did know, and was spurred on by her words. He easily brought her off, and she muffled her cries around the second white cock that’d been presented, guessing any teammate who was interested got a go with the ZB Demon Bitch.

When Tom was through it became something of a blur again… pleasurable to be sure, but there was simply too much for her booze hazed mind to take in. She was aware they were using her for longer periods, varying what they were doing and doing more inventive ‘tag team’ couplings. She guessed they’d all gotten off once by then.

She realized she was standing in the shower stall of the front bathroom again. Joyce had just asked her something. She felt the douche flushing from her sex, looked over to see Kelly wiping her bare skin and costume clean again. She blinked at the nearly empty cup in her hand, then finished it before nodding at Joyce. The other woman seemed satisfied, but when she looked back, Kelly was shaking her head and gesturing at Sharon repeatedly. Sharon giggled, patting her friend on the head. When she looked back, she giggled again-- Joyce looked worried. She reached for the cup on the sink, wondering where the cup in her hand had gone. Kelly wouldn’t let her have it.

She sighed, realizing she was back on ‘the stage.’ She smiled, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks, welcoming the big cock pounding steadily into her pussy. She reached down, fingering her clit, wishing it had a ring like Diane’s… She giggled, knowing Chris would go crazy about that. She giggled again, imagining what he’d say if he saw her-- Demon Bitch-- taking black cock doggie style and loving it. She looked up to find Verel in front of her. Giggling drunkenly, she struggled up onto her hands from where she’d been bracing her cheek on the cool nylon. He stepped forward and fed her his cock. She sucked at him hungrily, pausing to stroke him with one hand as she looked up and told him she was glad he was back… she wanted him to fuck her again good.

She blinked, disappointed that Verel wasn’t anywhere she could see. She was on her back, laying on someone whose cock was filling her ass as one of the white players was thrusting into her pussy. She focused with difficulty and recognized him.

“It’s my Chris,” she slurred. Some of the others laughed. It seemed to spur the guy on and he came a moment later. “Mmm, thanks, honey,” she slurred, reaching down to finger her swollen clit as he stood up, “I was almost there… maybe next time.” There were more laughs, and she let her head loll to the side while awaiting the next ready cock. To her left, Kelly was on her knees, slurping at one of the football players. There was a line behind him. She looked to her right to find Joyce doing the same thing. The guy in Joyce’s mouth backed up a step and approached, obviously wanting to fuck her.

As he slid easily into her sex, Sharon realized that whoever was buried in her ass, they were big. and they were being gentle, simply holding still and supporting her.

“Tom?” she murmured, and turned her head to look over her shoulder. She giggled, amazing herself again that ***** and sloppy from fucking she recognized the big offensive lineman. “Mmm, you’re so nice,” she murmured as the guy using her puss found his rhythm, “Nice and gentle but big… God I like that…”

She was still moving at least, when the light of sunrise hit the windows of the Frat.

“Sorry, gang, but our demons have to get home now,” the voice chuckled over the speakers, “Be sure and tip your hostesses,” he teased, “They’re here to help you out. Just imagine what they’ll do when you come back from a bowl game with a win.”

Sharon sighed, dimly aware the night was almost over. She smiled, thinking she was back where it’d started… Verel was thrusting into her steadily. He was maybe bigger than Tom but he wasn’t as gentle, seemed more focused… almost too focused for her to enjoy herself. She shivered, then giggled at the lie she’d just told… she was still enjoying herself, cumming with most of the guys as they used her. She knew she’d be tired when it was over, but that was OK… they’d take care of her. She imagined all the cum she’d taken in the last 8 hours or so, and was glad for the IUD; she wondered if the doctor had told them about it… Before that night they’d been very careful about using protection, hadn’t they? She shivered and moaned as Verel shifted, bringing the moving upper edge of his big cock against her clit. She cinched her ankles around his ass, playfully spurring him on.

“Don’t you dare listen to that voice,” she murmured, “It’s not over until we get off.” Verel smiled at her,

“Damn but you’re a hot chick.” She giggled.

“Only for you, baby… Only for my ZB Brothers.” His breathing was labored. He’d lost his rhythm… she knew he was going to cum.

“Then you’d better cum, baby bitch,” Verel grunted, “Cause I’m going to…” He sighed as he cut loose on the next stroke. Sharon let her legs fall wide, the additional pressure pressing her clit against his spasming cock proving enough to get her off. It seemed to sap the last of her energy. As Verel stood up, cock glistening with mingled jism and spoog, Sharon snored quietly, legs akimbo, costume and skin liberally smeared with jism…

Next: Chapter 12