Sharon Goes Back to School
Chapter 15D: the Ball
Original story: Scipio
Continuation: RogueAlan
Part C
They sat her in a chair and went to work on the latex get up, working in reverse of the way she had been turned into the BZ’s latex fuck doll. It felt delicious each time a panel of the heavy rubber was peeled away, exposing her bare flesh to the air. But it was cold, too, and she was shivering by the time she was naked. One of the women wordlessly pointed toward a door that Sharon hoped was a bathroom, considering she crossed the room stark naked. She covered her groin with her hand, because she felt embarrassingly full ,even though she had not been leaking much on the trip back to get out of the outfit. She kept her other hand against her flat abdomen, as the walking had reminded her she felt more than a little sick.
She was relieved to find a shower, and more relieved when there was hot water. She did not even blink at the little camera lenses she saw in 2 corners and on the two opposite walls, having become so used to the BZ filming her. Before she could even rinse, though, she bent at the waist, vomiting an impressive volume of fluid onto the tile floor and her bare feet. Even though it was thinned by the alcohol they had been feeding her, Sharon was a bit shocked at how much appeared to be jism. How many men had she blown? Her jaw wasn’t sore… Her throat felt a little raw, but considering what she had been doing for… however long they had been doing it, she was embarrassed that instead of being relieved that it was over she was still incredibly horny.
She soaped, rinsed, then used the hand held shower unit as an impromptu douche, pausing and considering using it to masturbate, the spray hitting her still engorged clit beginning the process. Afraid someone would come looking for her, though, she managed to stop herself, thinking as an afterthought as she saw one of the small lenses set into the shower wall that she had done enough for whoever was watching her that night. She made a mental note to ask Dave to be sure they hid her face when they used the night’s footage of her showering, which like the other notes she had made that night, was almost as quickly completely forgotten.
There was a thick beach towel with the BZ logo waiting when she stepped out… It had not been there before, and she was a little embarrassed that she had not noticed her visitor. She toweled dry, having to resist the urge to masturbate once again, and was relieved to find her purse and clothes were waiting on the bench in the main room when she stepped out… well, except that the panties and bra were gone. She dressed, then tried to call Kelly, but there was no signal on her cell. She hesitantly returned to the auditorium, hoping to find Kelly or Samir or someone else she knew, and that the angry young man who had been talking to Shaun would not notice her.
Several BZ offered her drinks, which she politely declined as she kept to the edge of the room, looking for Kelly. She was interrupted repeatedly, smiling for pictures taken by one brother or another’s friend, or ‘selfies.’ She did not even consider stopping her new ’friends’ from groping her chest as they leaned against her, smiling broadly. Turning after one such picture, she realized that one of her sisters was being fucked on the long bar, and had to have been in the frame of the shot. She bit her lip at the sense of jealousy she felt seeing the other girl climax.
Pressing a hand against her still aroused sex, she considered trying to go back to where they had come in, to wait at the car, but stopped, not sure she would not get lost on the way, and imagining having to ‘entertain’ the man guarding the parking lot while waiting if Kelly was not there, even though he clit pulsed at the thought, and a part of her was tempted to go out just to seek relief. She pressed her thighs together, trying to remember the last time she had been so horny.
Reaching the end of the bar, Sharon hesitated, seeing how many couples and threesomes were going at it along the wall beside the dance floor. Looking out over the moving people, she giggled, considering how many were going at it standing on the dance floor, as well. She thought she saw Kelly, riding a muscular young man from another chapter, but when the girl turned after arching her back and crying out, it was obvious it was just another BZ Sister with a similar hairstyle. Above the dance floor, angled mirrors offered another view of the action from above. Sharon paused, remembering there had seemed to be stained glass there during the ceremony. As the lights flashed, she could just make out the shading of the colors printed on the glass, the brighter lights playing across the high ceiling revealing the mirrored surface beneath. It reminded her of the crow’s nest at Go’s, but much bigger, occupying the entire wall opposite the real stained glass windows. She knew it was one way glass, and she again wondered just who was up there watching. There was light on the other side of the glass… she could see shadows moving but nothing more.
Glancing at the arched windows on the other wall, she realized shades had been added; they had been closed when she had been led in for the ceremony. She giggled at the thought of curtains over stained glass windows, but then this was obviously not like any church she had ever visited. She saw that it was nearly dark. She wondered how long they had been there… it had to have been a few hours.
The gyrating sweat slicked bodies, wearing barely any clothes, and the pounding music had the aroused white housewife responding to her body’s continued arousal. She moved unconsciously, skirting the groups talking and drinking and fucking at the edge of the room, turning after a couple minutes to follow the long wall over which the mirrors looked onto the party. stage, still looking for Kelly. The obvious pleasure the various women she saw were enjoying had her ready to submit to anything any of the BZ Brother might have suggested. She frowned, catching herself wishing a tall young man might catch her hand, scolding herself for being such a slut.
About a third of the way along the long wall, she came to the corridor where the initiates had entered the big hall. She glanced in, embarrassed at how anxious she felt seeing only darkness. She tried to hurry to the other side, but a hand caught her just as she was reaching the opposite wall.
“You’re wanted upstairs,” a familiar voice explained, pulling Sharon down the dark hallway and abruptly turning into an unlit doorway. Sharon blinked, realizing they had stepped into an elevator. She giggled seeing the woman holding her arm. It was Joyce.
“You’re here?” Sharon said in surprise and relief. The upper classman, though nearly two decades younger than Sharon, seemed every bit the older woman at that moment.
“Of course… Once a BZ Bitch, always a BZ Bitch.” Sharon wondered if there was some warning in the other woman’s words, “But if you’re good… and I hate to admit it, but you are,” Sharon blushed, smiling her thanks, “You get to do some special things… Trust me, this is much better than rutting with the boys downstairs…” The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. “Just do what you do, and it’ll be fine.” Joyce did not let go of Sharon’s arm as she led her across a big room through dozens of well dressed older black men. Sharon looked around in surprise. The carpet was plush, the walls covered with high priced art, several bronze statues spaced along the walls. There were BZ Bitches dressed as French maids moving about, offering flutes of champagne, scotch tumblers, and aperitifs.
She saw big plasma screens on two walls, with various games on, small knots of men beneath watching intently. There was a much smaller but more refined bar, and several collections of lounge chairs and low tables. She blinked, watching a Sister’s head bob in the lap of one graying black man as he puffed at a cigar, talking to the others seated nearby.
The pounding bass was still palpable in the room, but the noise was mostly muffled, despite the long exposure of the windows she had just been looking at. A man caught her attention as he knifed through the other less focused men on a course that would meet Joyce’s path. Sharon stiffened, recognizing Mr. MarKing Norris. He laughed at her expression.
“What, you aren’t happy to see me?” he winked, “I thought you might be just about ready for more of that fine ointment.” He had his hand in his pocket as if he was had some ready.
“You got me in big trouble with that,” Sharon snarled, the force of her answer, and her willingness to step threateningly toward the bigger older man making him step back before he could catch himself. Joyce tugged Sharon’s arm sharply,
“You’ll have to forgive her, Mr. Norris,” she said, batting her eyes, “She’s still a freshman, remember. And she’s not lying,” Sharon was surprised the senior BS Sister knew what had happened, considering Dave had just told her about it the night before. “But she knows it’s her fault and not yours, right?” Sharon wanted to keep arguing, but managed to listen to what the more experienced young woman was saying. She nodded, though the hatred in her glare was not missed by the businessman. She hated that he just laughed at it. “If you’re still interested she may be available later, but I was sent to bring her to see Mr. Oden.” Sharon was certain MarKing had planned to intervene in Joyce’s errand, until he heard the name. It was satisfying to see the way the self-assured entrepreneur paled, even flinching and as his head bobbed in understanding. He swept an arm toward the far end of the big room, in the direction Joyce had been heading.
“Well we can’t keep him waiting, then, can we?” He winked at Sharon, “I’m sure I’ll see you later.” Sharon managed to smile, and then Joyce had pulled her beyond the scheming man. Sharon felt relief, but it was immediately eclipsed by a new concern… if the mention of this man made a man like MarKing react that way, what was she getting herself into now? She blinked in surprise, nearly giggling when Joyce stopped at a luxuriously padded recliner in which sat a bent, gray old man.
It was not that his hair was gray… it was bushy and snow white. But the man’s skin was an alarming gray. An oxygen tube snaked from around the side of the chair, two small tines directed into the man’s flared nostrils. There was an audible hiss each time he took a breath, his head rising as he inhaled, as well. Sharon shivered, reminded of the way her grandfather had looked shortly before he had died. She realized the man could be her grandfather. His head pivoted, tilting slightly, but with obvious intent, and his bright eyes moved up her body, the right corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.
“You are… more beautiful than in the photos I have seen,” he said slowly, his voice a surprising baritone. “Sit,” he patted the ottoman that was situated at the front corner of the rocking recliner. Sharon did, letting the elderly man catch her hand, flattered at the way he kissed it. “I forgot my manners, I was so dazzled,” He caught her hand in his, fingers twisted by arthritis but still impressively strong, “I am Sonny Oden.”
“Sharon Sobel,” she stammered.
“Of course,” the old man chuckled, his voice sounding dry, “I trust that you are enjoying yourself?” Sharon nodded, blushing at the sudden thought that she was being rude.
“I am,” she looked around the room, “Although I think I am glad I am here with you, now.” The man nodded knowingly. “I would guess so… some of the young men are… overeager.” Sharon chose not to answer, the memory of the hatred in his eyes still frightening. “I have followed your career with interest,” he continued.
“My career?” Sharon giggled nervously, “I really hadn’t thought of it like that.” The man shrugged.
“Understandable,” he paused, the oxygen making a soft hissing snap, “But you have been a wonderful splash, none the less.” He shifted, and Sharon glanced down his body, surprised to find that his pants were open and pushed to his mid thigh, exposing his naked cock. Her clit pulsed and she clenched her thighs tight, trying not to stare. When she looked up, though she saw he had caught her. There was a merry twinkle in his expression, his lopsided smile widening. “You are impressed?”
“I’m impressed,” Sharon nodded, blushing. The man’s head bobbed.
“Once upon a time it would have been me down there, chasing after you.” Sharon licked her lips, her eyes having fallen again to his crotch. His erection was not the longest she had seen, but he was impressively thick. “So you are not just playing along,” he paused for a breath, “You truly enjoy doing this.” Sharon nodded her head.
“At first… well, I love my husband,” she was surprised she was telling a stranger this, “But I can’t deny that it’s exciting… Even after all that went on downstairs I’m so horny it’s embarrassing.” She bit her lip, but the man’s expression did not suggest he thought her a slut or worse. “It looks like you’re a little horny, too… Would you like me to…” she stopped, worried she had overstepped, or that he could not perform. The man nodded.
“That would be very nice… It is why I came, in fact. I had hoped you would be at our initiation ceremony.” Sharon was flattered, and moved to her knees.
“That’s what this is?” she began, “I mean, I knew this was a ceremony, but not exactly what it was… I was sort of busy.” She stopped talking, gently catching his impressive shaft in one hand, and leaning forward, placing a lingering kiss on the head, partially covered by his foreskin. He groaned and she looked up in concern, but it was obviously pleasure, and she went back to work, tongue slithering back and forth over his shaft from tip to base and back before she leaned father forward to take him into her mouth. She sucked gently, bobbed deep, struggling to stay relaxed at how wide her lips were stretched by his shaft.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head, but he did not force her, instead running his fingers through her hair, letting her guide the action. Sharon worked her tongue, the bead now affixed to it applying pressure that made him sigh, before his breath caught at her next application of suction.
She found herself wondering about his manhood, even as she increased the tempo and force of her ministrations… He was thick, and was obviously hard, but the skin was… spongy… the tip was almost pillowy. Worried that he was going to go soft, she worked at him feverishly, barely aware that he was talking. He described how the initiation had been an ominous midnight ceremony when he had been a young man just out of service, a veteran of the Korean war. He proudly explained he had never missed a national initiation since, “even the year they cut out my prostate.”
Needing a breath Sharon sat back, hand working the old man’s cock without pause. “Were the initiations always…” she glanced around at the debauchery taking place, even in the more staid ‘gentlemen’s gathering,’ “like this?”
“You’re surprised women would want black cock?” the old man’s voice was hard, and Sharon shook her head quickly.
“No! I just… I never thought there would be so much… sex in college.” The old man wheezed a laugh.
“I apologize… I should know there isn’t a racist bone in your body… ‘cept when some of my brothers are taking advantage,” he chuckled at his own joke, “C’mon up here, young lady… You wont hurt me…” Sharon let him pull her up, climbing carefully so that most of her weight was on the arms of the recliner. She never released his cock, hungry to feel him inside of her. The head still felt strangely spongy against her aroused sex, but he wasn’t soft, stretching her inner lips as she slipped down onto him.
“Yesss!” Sharon hissed, barely restraining herself from riding him in earnest. His hands moved form her hips to her waist, urging her on. Sharon began to move, still carefully, shivering when Sonny’s hands came up, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Amazing!” he rasped after a minute. Aware that he was panting, the odd hiss and cut off of the oxygen system bringing Sharon up short at the top of a stroke.
“Are you all right?” she asked in alarm, trying to get sufficient leverage on her legs to lift off of him, except that in her eagerness to get off, she had shifted, and could barely hold herself elevated on his thick shaft. He nodded, hand catching her hips again, pulling her down onto him once again.
“It was never… this good,” he managed, making Sharon smile. “Oh to be a real man for you,” he continued after another breath. Sharon had began shimmying back and forth, side to side, holding herself impaled. Tilting her pelvis just so, she was getting good pressure against her clit, and had found the slippery edge of her much needed orgasm.
“You are,” she husked, again struggling not to simply hammer herself against him, “I can’t believe it…” she was panting, too, “You’re amazing… but I thought… men couldn’t… do this… after prostate surgery.”
“Oh, I couldn’t,” Sonny shrugged, “That’s what I meant by a real man.” Sharon shivered, obviously enjoying their coupling.
“Trust me… you are,” she managed, “Oh God, you are…” she held herself pressed down and back, the pressure on her buzzing clit triggering her climax. “Feel that?” she husked, you’re making me cum.” Sonny nodded and smiled, hands returning to her breasts, beneath her shirt. The rough skin of his callused fingers kept Sharon’s arousal high. “It’s OK to use… that little blue pill,” she managed to pant, “Even my husband tried it once.” Sonny shook his head.
“Oh, no… I have a different sort of help,” he paused, “Did you notice a difference?” Sharon had resumed moving on him, anxious to have him cum, too. She frowned,
“No… It’s embarrassing to admit as we’re doing this, but I’ve had enough different men that… exceptions are rare.” He chuckled again, the vibration seeming to pass through his body into her sex. “I mean… you’re very impressive… thick.”
“But not long,” Sonny continued.
“No,” Sharon shook her head, “It’s impressive… I’ve been with bigger men, but that doesn’t always mean more pleasure.”
“And your husband?” Sharon nodded.
“Exactly… not as big… but he’s a wonderful lover.”
“So you didn’t notice anything different about me?” Sharon tilted her head, trying to focus on what she remembered, even as the persistent need for pleasure made such focus difficult.
“Well… you’re… more velvety.” Sonny chuckled. “I mean it,” Sharon pouted, “It’s thick and God it feels good… right there… but it’s not,” she blushed, “I don’t mean to say not hard, because obviously you are… but…”
“You’re exactly right,” Sonny nodded, hands dropping to her waist as he urged her to increase the tempo, “I have a prosthesis.”
“That’s… I don’t believe it… it’s real!” Sharon gasped, the increasing movement leaving her within reach of another climax.
“Oh it’s real, all right,” Sonny laughed quietly, his mouth at her right ear. “There’s a balloon arrangement that fills up and makes me hard,” he shrugged, “But not hard like I was before the nerves were damaged. It’s rare that I consider using it, but tonight… when I heard you were here…” Sharon ground herself against him,
“God, it feels amazing… And you can still cum?” The old man nodded,
“Which reminds me… you remember I’m bare?” Sharon giggled.
“I know… Now cum for me, baby… cum inside of me… I want it.”
“I could still…”
“I know it, baby,” for some reason, Sharon did not want to admit to this elderly man that she was safe. “I don’t care… I want to feel you cum inside of me.” Sonny was panting beneath her, the oxygen hiss and snap nearly continuous. “Cum with me, daddy!”
“I’m not… rich,” he managed, and Sharon giggled.
“I don’t care, baby… It’s just us right now… Don’t worry… let go…” A moment later, despite his feeble attempt to push her away, she felt it, a heat in the center of her twitching sex. She was sure she could feel the pulsations along his thick shaft, where he was pressed tight against her clenching inner walls.
He finished quickly, and Sharon managed to lever herself off of him, supporting her weight once again on the arms of the chair. They were both panting, beads of sweat glistening on Sonny’s forehead, beneath the snowy hairline. Wanting to put on a show for this gentle old man, Sharon reached down, collecting the mingled fluids leaking from her just fucked seam. Holding Sonny’s eyes with her own, she brought her dripping fingers to her lips, shivering in honest arousal as she licked them clean.
His eyes glistening, Sonny caught her hands in his own, squeezing as he held her gaze, “No, Sharon, there was never an initiation ceremony like this one… Thank you.” Sharon blushed, touched at his words. She leaned forward, hugging him fiercely, unabashedly glad to have had the chance to meet him… to be with him like that.
For at least half an hour Sharon sat snuggled carefully against the old man as he told stories about the famous athletes, business men, and politicians with whom he had shared ‘drinks, fine smoke, and women.’ Sharon was surprised to recognize many of the names… including actors she had found attractive in a forbidden way watching their movies. When she asked why they were not at such ceremonies, Sonny chuckled, pointing out that they no longer had to rely upon the fraternity to provide willing and capable companions, adding that the potential damage should one be caught out ‘misbehaving’ like happened at the Initiation ceremony was only one concern. “What would happen if the paparazzi saw what was happening here tonight,” he finished. Sharon blinked at the personal as well as frat wide implications of such an exposure.
They talked about the development of the BZ Sister program, Sharon carefully refraining from complaining about or even mentioning the coercion she had experienced, and Sonny feigning ignorance that any of the women at the ceremony or involved elsewhere in BZ activities were doing so by anything different than any woman would do. He told the blonde housewife he would be sure to follow her ‘career,’ adding that he was sure she would go far. Sharon was tempted to answer that everything would come crashing down if her husband found out, but seated cozily with a man old enough to be her grandfather, Sharon found herself wondering about that… It would be horrible if Chris found out… She knew her ****** would be destroyed… but she realized she had a second home, that she was sure would accept her for who she had become… Like it or not, the BZ fraternity was a part of her, forever.
Sonny’s watch beeped, then, and the old man sat up, gesturing across the room. Sharon followed, her eyes finding MarKing riding a petite redhead bareback, one hand holding the poor girl’s long pigtail tightly as he spanked her with his free hand. “Your less than gentlemanly admirer is otherwise occupied,” Sonny said, “And while this had been delightful, I am an old man, and believe I had better be retiring for the night.” Sharon glanced about, relieved that he was helping her to escape MarKing’s likely attention, even while she wondered how he knew the man was trying to ruin her.
Without really thinking about it, Sharon reached down, giving the still prosthesis amplified cock a loving squeeze. “I hope I will see you again, Mr. Oden,” she whispered, kissing his cheek, then standing, using the chair to try to hide from Mr. Norris as she straightened her skirt and looked for the exit. Although she was thirsty, she avoided the bar, which was closer to MarKing, and sighed in relief when she could press the button for the elevator, intent on finding Kelly in the orgy below. Her phone buzzed. She took it out of her purse, shocked to see that it was nearly 10PM, and relieved that it was Kelly, not Chris who was calling.
“Kelly?”
“Where are you, Shar?”
“I’m upstairs… I’m waiting for the elevator,” she tried not to shout, still worried that MarKing would find her.
“What’s going on up there?” Kelly asked, intrigued.
“More of the same.” Sharon stepped onto the elevator, holding her breath until the doors closed.
“Figures… I’ve been looking for you for most of an hour.”
“Sorry… did you call? My phone didn’t ring?”
“There’s so much metal the building blocks signal,” Kelly was shouting to be heard over the noise of the music, “I’m standing…” the doors opened, and Sharon giggled at the sight of her friend and lover standing in front of her shouting into her phone, “At the elevator to get signal.” She stopped, seeing Sharon, and the women giggled, hugging one another for a moment before Kelly caught the older woman’s hand and led her down the dark hall away from the party.
“Is this the way out?” Sharon asked in alarm, wondering if they might stumble onto some other ceremonial activity that would further delay returning home. She pressed a hand against her naked sex, which reassured her she was no longer dripping her own or Sonny’s cum, but reminded her she was still somehow fully aroused. She giggled at the thought of dragging Kelly into one of the empty rooms they were passing for an impromptu sixty-nine.
“It’s a way out,” Kelly answered, pointing at the barely visible ‘EXIT’ signs mounted in the ceiling. Sharon was embarrassed that she had not seen them, but then she had been in that bright main room before being pulled into the hall by Joyce. “I just don’t know if it’s THE way out.” It was not, the women realized, upon stepping through a security door at the side of the church. It was full dark, but the women immediately realized there were other people hanging around. Most were nearly a block away, and lower, because the church had been build at the top of the hill. Clenching each other’s hand, the women quickly moved along the side of the church toward the corner with the berm leading down to the parking lot.
The same guard was patrolling the walk between the cars and the church when the reached the gravel lot. He eyed them both with a leering smile, then sauntered to a small shack, returning after a couple minutes with the keys, and leading them to where he had parked it. Sharon could tell the man was hoping they would invite him to join them… she was horny enough she actually considered it for a moment, but she knew she was going home to Chris, and that he would be happy to give her what she wanted. She grabbed a five dollar bill from her clutch, handing it to Juan and thanking him for his help with a coquettish smile as Kelly took the wheel, shaking her head.
“You are still *****,” she scolded, “So I’ll drive.”
“I’m still horny, too,” Sharon answered, then said, “Did you have fun?” Kelly giggled,
“Oh, you knew I wasn’t one of the slaves?”
“You were still a slave,” Sharon corrected, “You were just in charge of some of us.” Kelly laughed again,
“God, Sharon, you looked so hot… I didn’t think I’d recognize you, when all of you were… but I knew the moment I saw you.”
“You did?”
“Oh yeah… and every guy in the place was watching you, too… You were the star of the show.”
“Yeah, and for that pin the cock in the Sharon game they played after, too.” The women laughed at the memory, and Sharon told Kelly about Mr. Oden, hearing that Kelly had been ‘entertaining’ several of their own newly initiated pledges during the after party. The women agreed that they had been working at a soup kitchen, and had helped to hand out gifts and had cleaned up, afterwards. Kelly asked what Chris would say about Sharon‘s missing bra and panties, and the housewife allowed that she was going to seduce him so fast that he would never have time to realize what she wasn’t wearing. .
***
Sharon lived up to her word, nearly attacking Chris the moment they were home, ignoring the cat calls from the kids as she showed off her new jewelry, and ‘reluctantly’ let go of Chris while urging him to ‘hurry to bed.’ before wishing the kids a final Merry Christmas and cautioning them to get some sleep. She had meant to strip down and shower quickly, but Chris slipped into the bedroom before she could do a thing about the remainder of Sonny’s jism still resting in her sex.
And so she had given Chris a ‘sloppy seconds’ fuck… the actual number who had preceded him that day and night would have made Sharon blush and her husband faint. But he had obviously been excited enough and focused on just being with his wife for the night that there was never a question as to how Sharon was so wet that she was dripping, or at how easily she got off as he began to thrust into her.
For her part, the delicious pressure on her enlarged, and drug aroused clit kept Sharon cumming until she had to struggle to maintain control, worried that Chris would think she had gone crazy. The orgasms had been amazing… as good as any she had ever had fucking her husband, but nothing seemed to quench her need… Without letting on that she was experiencing a multiple climax, Sharon rode Chris through his release, giggling in delight when he managed to stay hard, meeting her thrust for thrust until they both collapsed, panting, to the bed, him sated and limp, her still buzzed with her body’s arousal.
Ashamed that she had not cleaned up before sharing herself with Chris, and annoyed that she was still aroused, while hungry to get off, Sharon threw on a thin robe as soon as she was sure Chris was asleep, padding down the hall in hopes that Kelly was still awake. The girls were asleep though. When she found Scott watching television in the basement, for a naughty moment she found herself wishing Trevor was over, the memory of the intensity of her climax in the bathroom that day nearly enough for the addled housewife to masturbate in the stairwell, within sight of her youngest child. Horrified at her behavior, she retreated to the bedroom, taking a long shower. Even the cold water did not take the edge off of her need, and she was again grateful for the hand held shower head, finally managing a climax that seemed to take the edge off of her need, letting her drift to a fitful sleep.
Sharon woke before Chris, and found she was still almost impossibly horny. He clit jutted from the hood, seeming even bigger than the monstrosity she had decided it had become in learning about the hormones she had been tricked into using. She played with herself in bed, hoping the worst of the engorgement would fade, repeating the ineffective but satisfying treatment in the bathroom before putting the robe on again, praying that if she splashed around in the pool Kelly might join her, and simultaneously aware that it was too late for them to do anything even if she did… Chris or one of the kids would be up soon.
A hand pressed against her still buzzing clit, she nearly screamed when she walked into the kitchen to find Flora working on breakfast. The diminutive Mayan woman blinked at her, eyes moving up and down the barely dressed white housewife who was holding her hand over her crotch as if she was hiding something, then returned to her work. She had long ago given up trying to understand the men and women she worked for, all of whom were crazy in one way or another… although Mrs. Sobel had seemed mostly normal until she had decided she had to run off to school. Not for the first time, the housekeeper said a prayer of thanks that she had not tried to pretend she was better than any of her friends, or that she was as good as any man, holding herself like she was adjusting her manhood. Flora studiously kept her eyes on her work, and was as relieved as Sharon when the housewife went through the kitchen and out to the pool house.
Although it was cold out, Chris had installed space heaters and insisted on keeping the pool open even in December. Sharon threw on a two piece and jumped into the pool, knowing that while heated the water would feel absolutely icy compared to her body temperature. She hoped it would finally take the edge off of her arousal and help to get her brain working. She knew some drug or other had to have been used in whatever they had smeared on her the night before… she shivered as she did laps, wondering if there would be some problem because of the hormones she had been using.
Her shivering increased when she climbed out… She had not turned the array space heaters up from the low setting designed to keep things from freezing, and the air outside the water really was freezing. Teeth chattering almost violently, uncaring that her nipples were tight and so nearly visible in the bikini top, she began to towel off instead of using the Turkish blanket style towel as a wrap, hurrying back to the pool house intent on washing off under a less cold shower before returning to get dressed.
She frowned at how loose the top was, wishing she could lose weight everywhere but her breasts as she eyed the rest of her body… There was tone… when she tightened her abdomen there was actually a six pack, and she found she was proud of the physique dancing had helped her to acquire. The thought threatened to slip toward the sexual though, and mindful of how easily she could get aroused, Sharon shoved such thoughts away and in robe and towel went back through the kitchen, telling Flora good morning again and pausing to get a cup of the wonderful coffee their housekeeper made before slipping into the bedroom.
She insisted everyone get up and go to church, then tried not to squirm and look about out of the irrational fear that someone would stand up, point at her, and shout ‘Jezebel’ in the middle of the homily. Lunch was by vote at a nearby Mexican restaurant, and mindful of staying in shape, Sharon nibbled at chips and stopped at one wedge of the chicken quesadilla she shared with Kelly and Catherine. The guys went to the range when they got home, and Kelly and Catherine went shopping. Sharon called her friends, but the expected invitation to coffee or lunch did not come.
Sunday night, Zeke was at the house briefly, inviting Catherine, Kelly, and Scott to a party. Though Sharon did not want to let her ******** go, she tried to be reassured that Kelly and Scott would be along. And she asked herself if part of it was that she was jealous, immediately denying that such could be possible, even though she caught herself eyeing the young man’s crotch more than once, and with Chris in the room, no less. Instead of enjoying the evening together doing something that might help to scratch the quickly building itch, Sharon was left watching television and picking up in the ****** room while Chris did some things for work in the den. He took her to dinner, at which Sharon again barely picked at her food, aware that soon she would be back at school, back at work, and afraid of what Go and Shaun would say if over the holiday she had turned into a cow.
That also pushed her into the rec room where she spent an hour on the treadmill, to find that Chris had gone to sleep. Mrs. Sharon Sobel, happily married housewife and black cock slut lay awake, trying unsuccessfully not to picture Catherine writhing in pleasure beneath Zeke’s pounding cock.
She was a grouchy snippy bitch when she woke Monday morning, from a dream in which the night’s worry had seemed real… Catherine came home in too tight clothes, showing off far too much skin, with gaudy ‘BZ’ tattoos and the far off look of a frequent weed user in her eyes, standing calmly as Zeke draped a muscular arm over her shoulder and groped her braless tit while talking to Sharon and Chris.
And despite her fear that it might come true, part of Sharon was aroused by the image. She took a long cold shower, trying to banish such forbidden thoughts from her head… Catherine was going to go to school and learn… She was not going to fall prey to the trap in which her mother had been ensnared.
Each day she was relieved and simultaneously disappointed when there was not a text from Shaun or Dave demanding she shake her ass at some BZ function. Each night the kids went out somewhere, leaving her wandering the house, wishing Chris was more attentive, more virile, more aggressive. They had sex Tuesday night, but it was not the passionate coupling from the holiday. She offered to give him oral, but her husband was distracted by work, and was not really into it enough to know that Sharon had not gotten off. She took care of herself-- again-- lying beside him as he slept, bitterly wishing the break was over and the second semester would begin.
By Thursday she was wishing Go had called she and Kelly back to take advantage of the post holiday crowds, but when she called, the club owner had assured her he was looking forward to having her back, but said that there were so many men in drinking and ‘slapping ass’ that he did not need to pay the greater overhead for headliners until after the new year.
When she could not get ahold of her friends, she climbed into the Range Rover and drove to the mall, parking brazenly out front of Donnie’s shop, intent on giving the big man the blow job he had demanded. To her dismay, the shop was closed, a hand drawn sign in the door explaining ‘back after the new year.’
She did not even know if she should be looking forward to New Years, because Chris had insisted on surprising her. She had grim visions of a party with couples from work, or even the bitches who weren’t talking to her-- her supposed friends-- and their husbands. After the BZ Initiation ceremony, and the countless other parties she had enjoyed in the past semester, the idea of a party without sex seemed completely boring.
She was intrigued when Chris came home from work early on Friday, with a box for her and a second box for Kelly. Inside, she found a shimmering slinky maxi dress virtually completely covered in sequins, in long vertical undulating red, black, and white stripes. Kelly oo’d and ah’d, and was obviously delighted in her similar dress, insisting that she and Sharon ‘go get cleaned up.’
Chris warned them not to be late, explaining that he was taking them to a party he was sure they would love. Kelly came out of her bedroom with her book bag full of clothes and make up, and hurriedly helped Sharon to do the same before whisking her off in the Range Rover to get their hair done.
Instead of heading east, as Sharon found herself suspecting, though, Kelly drove north, passing the I-70 access, and exiting at the new shopping centers being built up around the big race track. When they pulled into the parking lot of the casino and hotel which were still under construction, Sharon snorted.
“What?” Kelly asked, threading among the battered pick ups and Jeeps of the construction crew and pulling to a stop at the curb where a sign declared ‘bus lane.’
“Are we going to service the entire construction crew before the party?” Sharon asked with an edge to her voice. Kelly recognized the tone… though she had escaped her partner’s volatile temper during the semester, and knew now what had caused it, she was careful not to further antagonize the older woman.
“I’m just doing what I’m told,” she pointed to a sign listing the various shops and restaurants that were ‘coming soon.’ “Marie’s boutique is actually open and running,” she said, “And we’re supposed to come get our hair done for the party.” Sharon blinked at that… how were Dave and Shaun involved in Chris’ surprise party? She climbed out of the passenger seat and followed her younger lover up the mud streaked concrete walkway to the oversized doors.
Their footsteps echoed inside, and Sharon glanced around nervously, as dark as it was, despite being full daylight; the gentle artificial lighting meant to keep people in the casino spending and losing money were not on yet. Kelly paused at the first wide concourse they came to, checking her phone, and then turned left. Sharon saw the sign by then… It was a boutique. She shook her head, wondering why she thought Dave or Shaun had put Kelly up to this, considering both her lovers had worked together to get her Christmas present. Smiling at that thought, she glanced down with her next step, seeing the glitter of the gems even in the dim lighting when her ankle extended beyond the hem of her dress.
There were three women working in the boutique, and they hustled about, treating Sharon and Kelly as if they were the trophy wives of high rollers at the casino. Within minutes of arriving, the women had champagne and their choice of sweet and salty snacks. The women went to work, an up do for Sharon, and a complex braid for Kelly, they decided after some discussion.
Sharon’s second guess had been right-- Chris or Kelly had found a special introductory deal, and were taking advantage. She was not about to complain, because all three women were obviously skilled at their jobs, and their banter was entertaining as two gave the third a hard time about her putting up with a ‘cheating dog’ of a husband. Sharon laughed along with the others, enjoying a second glass of the bubbly alcohol, and trying not to think about the disappointment she had felt upon realizing it wasn’t a BZ front in which she would be the sex doll for one or more burly construction workers… She had been wet with anticipation without realizing it, the arousal threatening to take off again, as it had in the day after the Christmas party.
The third hairdresser, a perky red head who had parried every attack by the others with counter shots about their own taste in men, pointed out that the first beautician, a handsome brunette with chiseled cheekbones and clear blue eyes, had mad missed several strands of Kelly’s hair, laughing that their friend, a pleasantly plump bottle blonde with merry green eyes was going to finish Sharon’s more complicated hair before Kelly’s braids could be finished. Sharon assured the women that as long as they were home before 6PM time was no issue, adding that they were enjoying the company of other women instead of a houseful of ******.
She got out of the chair, refreshing her drink, then wandering back to stand by Kelly’s chair, watching the women work together as they discussed their own plans for New Year’s Eve.
The bell above the door, a touch of nostalgia, rang, and Sharon turned, even as she wondered why all three of the women working there had mixed expressions of surprise and almost fear at whoever had come into the salon. She gasped, seeing Dave and Zeke standing just inside the room. She looked over at Kelly, and from her lover’s expression she knew the other BZ Bitch was as surprised as she was.
“Check it out, Z,” Dave smiled, “A couple of our favorite girls getting all prettied up. Do you two have big plans for tonight?” Sharon’s mind was a whirl of unbidden arousal and anxiety that somehow the men were going to ruin Chris’ plans for the night.
“H-how’d you find us?” Sharon asked, adding hastily, “We’re just getting ready for the party Chris is taking us to.” Both men bobbed their heads, and Sharon realized the women behind had no idea where the newcomers fit into she and Kelly’s world. She turned, “Ladies, this is Dave and Trevor, friends from school .” The men bobbed their heads, openly eyeing the three women, which only added to the tension in the room. Dave took his phone out, punched a few buttons, and suddenly Sharon’s phone made a rattling noise that she had never heard before. Taking it out of her purse she saw a strange dot on a map on her screen, the blinking green ball she realized was exactly where she was. Or more accurately, where her phone was located.
“It’s like that ‘where you at’ phone ad,” Dave held his up, “I can find you anytime.”
“And I can find you?” Sharon asked, looking for the menu on the application without success.
“Sure,” Dave sounded anything but sincere, but Sharon missed the tone. She shivered, having wondered if the frat had been listening to her phone calls. She had no idea that not only had they been eavesdropping, but when the phone was sitting on the charger, facing in line with the clock face, her own phone had provided some sexy screen snaps and quick videos that were a big reason for her popularity on the web. “Tell you what,” Dave continued, “It looks like Kelly’s busy, so maybe you can help us out for a minute,” he inclined his head, motioning toward the door. Sharon could tell that the other women were nervous but curious about what was happening.
“Di d you lose your jump disc again,” she said in a rush, “We could take care of it later… school doesn’t start for another three weeks.” Dave shrugged.
“Well, I thought you might want to make sure we had everything off of it, just in case something happens to your camera or computer while you’re visiting home.” Sharon blinked, unsure whether he was making a threat. Was he saying they could put videos of her on Chris’ computer if she was difficult? She nodded and hurried forward, waving toward the other women.
“Take care of Kelly while I’m gone, girls… I’ll hurry.” She set her half empty glass of champagne on the counter, then picked it up, emptying it. She was angry that Dave had threatened her… angry they were following her… and angry that she was almost dripping wet at the prospect of having some sex before leaving for the party. Admitting that thought triggered a pulse of her clit, and the addled white wife’s breath caught as she reached the big black men, who moved apart, letting her lead the way out of the store. She gasped feeling one of them cup her ass-- not a swat, but a possessive palming-- where she was sure the women could see. The action sent another wave of need spiraling through her nerves.
To Be Continued 15D4
Chapter 15D: the Ball
Original story: Scipio
Continuation: RogueAlan
Part C
They sat her in a chair and went to work on the latex get up, working in reverse of the way she had been turned into the BZ’s latex fuck doll. It felt delicious each time a panel of the heavy rubber was peeled away, exposing her bare flesh to the air. But it was cold, too, and she was shivering by the time she was naked. One of the women wordlessly pointed toward a door that Sharon hoped was a bathroom, considering she crossed the room stark naked. She covered her groin with her hand, because she felt embarrassingly full ,even though she had not been leaking much on the trip back to get out of the outfit. She kept her other hand against her flat abdomen, as the walking had reminded her she felt more than a little sick.
She was relieved to find a shower, and more relieved when there was hot water. She did not even blink at the little camera lenses she saw in 2 corners and on the two opposite walls, having become so used to the BZ filming her. Before she could even rinse, though, she bent at the waist, vomiting an impressive volume of fluid onto the tile floor and her bare feet. Even though it was thinned by the alcohol they had been feeding her, Sharon was a bit shocked at how much appeared to be jism. How many men had she blown? Her jaw wasn’t sore… Her throat felt a little raw, but considering what she had been doing for… however long they had been doing it, she was embarrassed that instead of being relieved that it was over she was still incredibly horny.
She soaped, rinsed, then used the hand held shower unit as an impromptu douche, pausing and considering using it to masturbate, the spray hitting her still engorged clit beginning the process. Afraid someone would come looking for her, though, she managed to stop herself, thinking as an afterthought as she saw one of the small lenses set into the shower wall that she had done enough for whoever was watching her that night. She made a mental note to ask Dave to be sure they hid her face when they used the night’s footage of her showering, which like the other notes she had made that night, was almost as quickly completely forgotten.
There was a thick beach towel with the BZ logo waiting when she stepped out… It had not been there before, and she was a little embarrassed that she had not noticed her visitor. She toweled dry, having to resist the urge to masturbate once again, and was relieved to find her purse and clothes were waiting on the bench in the main room when she stepped out… well, except that the panties and bra were gone. She dressed, then tried to call Kelly, but there was no signal on her cell. She hesitantly returned to the auditorium, hoping to find Kelly or Samir or someone else she knew, and that the angry young man who had been talking to Shaun would not notice her.
Several BZ offered her drinks, which she politely declined as she kept to the edge of the room, looking for Kelly. She was interrupted repeatedly, smiling for pictures taken by one brother or another’s friend, or ‘selfies.’ She did not even consider stopping her new ’friends’ from groping her chest as they leaned against her, smiling broadly. Turning after one such picture, she realized that one of her sisters was being fucked on the long bar, and had to have been in the frame of the shot. She bit her lip at the sense of jealousy she felt seeing the other girl climax.
Pressing a hand against her still aroused sex, she considered trying to go back to where they had come in, to wait at the car, but stopped, not sure she would not get lost on the way, and imagining having to ‘entertain’ the man guarding the parking lot while waiting if Kelly was not there, even though he clit pulsed at the thought, and a part of her was tempted to go out just to seek relief. She pressed her thighs together, trying to remember the last time she had been so horny.
Reaching the end of the bar, Sharon hesitated, seeing how many couples and threesomes were going at it along the wall beside the dance floor. Looking out over the moving people, she giggled, considering how many were going at it standing on the dance floor, as well. She thought she saw Kelly, riding a muscular young man from another chapter, but when the girl turned after arching her back and crying out, it was obvious it was just another BZ Sister with a similar hairstyle. Above the dance floor, angled mirrors offered another view of the action from above. Sharon paused, remembering there had seemed to be stained glass there during the ceremony. As the lights flashed, she could just make out the shading of the colors printed on the glass, the brighter lights playing across the high ceiling revealing the mirrored surface beneath. It reminded her of the crow’s nest at Go’s, but much bigger, occupying the entire wall opposite the real stained glass windows. She knew it was one way glass, and she again wondered just who was up there watching. There was light on the other side of the glass… she could see shadows moving but nothing more.
Glancing at the arched windows on the other wall, she realized shades had been added; they had been closed when she had been led in for the ceremony. She giggled at the thought of curtains over stained glass windows, but then this was obviously not like any church she had ever visited. She saw that it was nearly dark. She wondered how long they had been there… it had to have been a few hours.
The gyrating sweat slicked bodies, wearing barely any clothes, and the pounding music had the aroused white housewife responding to her body’s continued arousal. She moved unconsciously, skirting the groups talking and drinking and fucking at the edge of the room, turning after a couple minutes to follow the long wall over which the mirrors looked onto the party. stage, still looking for Kelly. The obvious pleasure the various women she saw were enjoying had her ready to submit to anything any of the BZ Brother might have suggested. She frowned, catching herself wishing a tall young man might catch her hand, scolding herself for being such a slut.
About a third of the way along the long wall, she came to the corridor where the initiates had entered the big hall. She glanced in, embarrassed at how anxious she felt seeing only darkness. She tried to hurry to the other side, but a hand caught her just as she was reaching the opposite wall.
“You’re wanted upstairs,” a familiar voice explained, pulling Sharon down the dark hallway and abruptly turning into an unlit doorway. Sharon blinked, realizing they had stepped into an elevator. She giggled seeing the woman holding her arm. It was Joyce.
“You’re here?” Sharon said in surprise and relief. The upper classman, though nearly two decades younger than Sharon, seemed every bit the older woman at that moment.
“Of course… Once a BZ Bitch, always a BZ Bitch.” Sharon wondered if there was some warning in the other woman’s words, “But if you’re good… and I hate to admit it, but you are,” Sharon blushed, smiling her thanks, “You get to do some special things… Trust me, this is much better than rutting with the boys downstairs…” The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. “Just do what you do, and it’ll be fine.” Joyce did not let go of Sharon’s arm as she led her across a big room through dozens of well dressed older black men. Sharon looked around in surprise. The carpet was plush, the walls covered with high priced art, several bronze statues spaced along the walls. There were BZ Bitches dressed as French maids moving about, offering flutes of champagne, scotch tumblers, and aperitifs.
She saw big plasma screens on two walls, with various games on, small knots of men beneath watching intently. There was a much smaller but more refined bar, and several collections of lounge chairs and low tables. She blinked, watching a Sister’s head bob in the lap of one graying black man as he puffed at a cigar, talking to the others seated nearby.
The pounding bass was still palpable in the room, but the noise was mostly muffled, despite the long exposure of the windows she had just been looking at. A man caught her attention as he knifed through the other less focused men on a course that would meet Joyce’s path. Sharon stiffened, recognizing Mr. MarKing Norris. He laughed at her expression.
“What, you aren’t happy to see me?” he winked, “I thought you might be just about ready for more of that fine ointment.” He had his hand in his pocket as if he was had some ready.
“You got me in big trouble with that,” Sharon snarled, the force of her answer, and her willingness to step threateningly toward the bigger older man making him step back before he could catch himself. Joyce tugged Sharon’s arm sharply,
“You’ll have to forgive her, Mr. Norris,” she said, batting her eyes, “She’s still a freshman, remember. And she’s not lying,” Sharon was surprised the senior BS Sister knew what had happened, considering Dave had just told her about it the night before. “But she knows it’s her fault and not yours, right?” Sharon wanted to keep arguing, but managed to listen to what the more experienced young woman was saying. She nodded, though the hatred in her glare was not missed by the businessman. She hated that he just laughed at it. “If you’re still interested she may be available later, but I was sent to bring her to see Mr. Oden.” Sharon was certain MarKing had planned to intervene in Joyce’s errand, until he heard the name. It was satisfying to see the way the self-assured entrepreneur paled, even flinching and as his head bobbed in understanding. He swept an arm toward the far end of the big room, in the direction Joyce had been heading.
“Well we can’t keep him waiting, then, can we?” He winked at Sharon, “I’m sure I’ll see you later.” Sharon managed to smile, and then Joyce had pulled her beyond the scheming man. Sharon felt relief, but it was immediately eclipsed by a new concern… if the mention of this man made a man like MarKing react that way, what was she getting herself into now? She blinked in surprise, nearly giggling when Joyce stopped at a luxuriously padded recliner in which sat a bent, gray old man.
It was not that his hair was gray… it was bushy and snow white. But the man’s skin was an alarming gray. An oxygen tube snaked from around the side of the chair, two small tines directed into the man’s flared nostrils. There was an audible hiss each time he took a breath, his head rising as he inhaled, as well. Sharon shivered, reminded of the way her grandfather had looked shortly before he had died. She realized the man could be her grandfather. His head pivoted, tilting slightly, but with obvious intent, and his bright eyes moved up her body, the right corner of his mouth turning up in a smile.
“You are… more beautiful than in the photos I have seen,” he said slowly, his voice a surprising baritone. “Sit,” he patted the ottoman that was situated at the front corner of the rocking recliner. Sharon did, letting the elderly man catch her hand, flattered at the way he kissed it. “I forgot my manners, I was so dazzled,” He caught her hand in his, fingers twisted by arthritis but still impressively strong, “I am Sonny Oden.”
“Sharon Sobel,” she stammered.
“Of course,” the old man chuckled, his voice sounding dry, “I trust that you are enjoying yourself?” Sharon nodded, blushing at the sudden thought that she was being rude.
“I am,” she looked around the room, “Although I think I am glad I am here with you, now.” The man nodded knowingly. “I would guess so… some of the young men are… overeager.” Sharon chose not to answer, the memory of the hatred in his eyes still frightening. “I have followed your career with interest,” he continued.
“My career?” Sharon giggled nervously, “I really hadn’t thought of it like that.” The man shrugged.
“Understandable,” he paused, the oxygen making a soft hissing snap, “But you have been a wonderful splash, none the less.” He shifted, and Sharon glanced down his body, surprised to find that his pants were open and pushed to his mid thigh, exposing his naked cock. Her clit pulsed and she clenched her thighs tight, trying not to stare. When she looked up, though she saw he had caught her. There was a merry twinkle in his expression, his lopsided smile widening. “You are impressed?”
“I’m impressed,” Sharon nodded, blushing. The man’s head bobbed.
“Once upon a time it would have been me down there, chasing after you.” Sharon licked her lips, her eyes having fallen again to his crotch. His erection was not the longest she had seen, but he was impressively thick. “So you are not just playing along,” he paused for a breath, “You truly enjoy doing this.” Sharon nodded her head.
“At first… well, I love my husband,” she was surprised she was telling a stranger this, “But I can’t deny that it’s exciting… Even after all that went on downstairs I’m so horny it’s embarrassing.” She bit her lip, but the man’s expression did not suggest he thought her a slut or worse. “It looks like you’re a little horny, too… Would you like me to…” she stopped, worried she had overstepped, or that he could not perform. The man nodded.
“That would be very nice… It is why I came, in fact. I had hoped you would be at our initiation ceremony.” Sharon was flattered, and moved to her knees.
“That’s what this is?” she began, “I mean, I knew this was a ceremony, but not exactly what it was… I was sort of busy.” She stopped talking, gently catching his impressive shaft in one hand, and leaning forward, placing a lingering kiss on the head, partially covered by his foreskin. He groaned and she looked up in concern, but it was obviously pleasure, and she went back to work, tongue slithering back and forth over his shaft from tip to base and back before she leaned father forward to take him into her mouth. She sucked gently, bobbed deep, struggling to stay relaxed at how wide her lips were stretched by his shaft.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head, but he did not force her, instead running his fingers through her hair, letting her guide the action. Sharon worked her tongue, the bead now affixed to it applying pressure that made him sigh, before his breath caught at her next application of suction.
She found herself wondering about his manhood, even as she increased the tempo and force of her ministrations… He was thick, and was obviously hard, but the skin was… spongy… the tip was almost pillowy. Worried that he was going to go soft, she worked at him feverishly, barely aware that he was talking. He described how the initiation had been an ominous midnight ceremony when he had been a young man just out of service, a veteran of the Korean war. He proudly explained he had never missed a national initiation since, “even the year they cut out my prostate.”
Needing a breath Sharon sat back, hand working the old man’s cock without pause. “Were the initiations always…” she glanced around at the debauchery taking place, even in the more staid ‘gentlemen’s gathering,’ “like this?”
“You’re surprised women would want black cock?” the old man’s voice was hard, and Sharon shook her head quickly.
“No! I just… I never thought there would be so much… sex in college.” The old man wheezed a laugh.
“I apologize… I should know there isn’t a racist bone in your body… ‘cept when some of my brothers are taking advantage,” he chuckled at his own joke, “C’mon up here, young lady… You wont hurt me…” Sharon let him pull her up, climbing carefully so that most of her weight was on the arms of the recliner. She never released his cock, hungry to feel him inside of her. The head still felt strangely spongy against her aroused sex, but he wasn’t soft, stretching her inner lips as she slipped down onto him.
“Yesss!” Sharon hissed, barely restraining herself from riding him in earnest. His hands moved form her hips to her waist, urging her on. Sharon began to move, still carefully, shivering when Sonny’s hands came up, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
“Amazing!” he rasped after a minute. Aware that he was panting, the odd hiss and cut off of the oxygen system bringing Sharon up short at the top of a stroke.
“Are you all right?” she asked in alarm, trying to get sufficient leverage on her legs to lift off of him, except that in her eagerness to get off, she had shifted, and could barely hold herself elevated on his thick shaft. He nodded, hand catching her hips again, pulling her down onto him once again.
“It was never… this good,” he managed, making Sharon smile. “Oh to be a real man for you,” he continued after another breath. Sharon had began shimmying back and forth, side to side, holding herself impaled. Tilting her pelvis just so, she was getting good pressure against her clit, and had found the slippery edge of her much needed orgasm.
“You are,” she husked, again struggling not to simply hammer herself against him, “I can’t believe it…” she was panting, too, “You’re amazing… but I thought… men couldn’t… do this… after prostate surgery.”
“Oh, I couldn’t,” Sonny shrugged, “That’s what I meant by a real man.” Sharon shivered, obviously enjoying their coupling.
“Trust me… you are,” she managed, “Oh God, you are…” she held herself pressed down and back, the pressure on her buzzing clit triggering her climax. “Feel that?” she husked, you’re making me cum.” Sonny nodded and smiled, hands returning to her breasts, beneath her shirt. The rough skin of his callused fingers kept Sharon’s arousal high. “It’s OK to use… that little blue pill,” she managed to pant, “Even my husband tried it once.” Sonny shook his head.
“Oh, no… I have a different sort of help,” he paused, “Did you notice a difference?” Sharon had resumed moving on him, anxious to have him cum, too. She frowned,
“No… It’s embarrassing to admit as we’re doing this, but I’ve had enough different men that… exceptions are rare.” He chuckled again, the vibration seeming to pass through his body into her sex. “I mean… you’re very impressive… thick.”
“But not long,” Sonny continued.
“No,” Sharon shook her head, “It’s impressive… I’ve been with bigger men, but that doesn’t always mean more pleasure.”
“And your husband?” Sharon nodded.
“Exactly… not as big… but he’s a wonderful lover.”
“So you didn’t notice anything different about me?” Sharon tilted her head, trying to focus on what she remembered, even as the persistent need for pleasure made such focus difficult.
“Well… you’re… more velvety.” Sonny chuckled. “I mean it,” Sharon pouted, “It’s thick and God it feels good… right there… but it’s not,” she blushed, “I don’t mean to say not hard, because obviously you are… but…”
“You’re exactly right,” Sonny nodded, hands dropping to her waist as he urged her to increase the tempo, “I have a prosthesis.”
“That’s… I don’t believe it… it’s real!” Sharon gasped, the increasing movement leaving her within reach of another climax.
“Oh it’s real, all right,” Sonny laughed quietly, his mouth at her right ear. “There’s a balloon arrangement that fills up and makes me hard,” he shrugged, “But not hard like I was before the nerves were damaged. It’s rare that I consider using it, but tonight… when I heard you were here…” Sharon ground herself against him,
“God, it feels amazing… And you can still cum?” The old man nodded,
“Which reminds me… you remember I’m bare?” Sharon giggled.
“I know… Now cum for me, baby… cum inside of me… I want it.”
“I could still…”
“I know it, baby,” for some reason, Sharon did not want to admit to this elderly man that she was safe. “I don’t care… I want to feel you cum inside of me.” Sonny was panting beneath her, the oxygen hiss and snap nearly continuous. “Cum with me, daddy!”
“I’m not… rich,” he managed, and Sharon giggled.
“I don’t care, baby… It’s just us right now… Don’t worry… let go…” A moment later, despite his feeble attempt to push her away, she felt it, a heat in the center of her twitching sex. She was sure she could feel the pulsations along his thick shaft, where he was pressed tight against her clenching inner walls.
He finished quickly, and Sharon managed to lever herself off of him, supporting her weight once again on the arms of the chair. They were both panting, beads of sweat glistening on Sonny’s forehead, beneath the snowy hairline. Wanting to put on a show for this gentle old man, Sharon reached down, collecting the mingled fluids leaking from her just fucked seam. Holding Sonny’s eyes with her own, she brought her dripping fingers to her lips, shivering in honest arousal as she licked them clean.
His eyes glistening, Sonny caught her hands in his own, squeezing as he held her gaze, “No, Sharon, there was never an initiation ceremony like this one… Thank you.” Sharon blushed, touched at his words. She leaned forward, hugging him fiercely, unabashedly glad to have had the chance to meet him… to be with him like that.
For at least half an hour Sharon sat snuggled carefully against the old man as he told stories about the famous athletes, business men, and politicians with whom he had shared ‘drinks, fine smoke, and women.’ Sharon was surprised to recognize many of the names… including actors she had found attractive in a forbidden way watching their movies. When she asked why they were not at such ceremonies, Sonny chuckled, pointing out that they no longer had to rely upon the fraternity to provide willing and capable companions, adding that the potential damage should one be caught out ‘misbehaving’ like happened at the Initiation ceremony was only one concern. “What would happen if the paparazzi saw what was happening here tonight,” he finished. Sharon blinked at the personal as well as frat wide implications of such an exposure.
They talked about the development of the BZ Sister program, Sharon carefully refraining from complaining about or even mentioning the coercion she had experienced, and Sonny feigning ignorance that any of the women at the ceremony or involved elsewhere in BZ activities were doing so by anything different than any woman would do. He told the blonde housewife he would be sure to follow her ‘career,’ adding that he was sure she would go far. Sharon was tempted to answer that everything would come crashing down if her husband found out, but seated cozily with a man old enough to be her grandfather, Sharon found herself wondering about that… It would be horrible if Chris found out… She knew her ****** would be destroyed… but she realized she had a second home, that she was sure would accept her for who she had become… Like it or not, the BZ fraternity was a part of her, forever.
Sonny’s watch beeped, then, and the old man sat up, gesturing across the room. Sharon followed, her eyes finding MarKing riding a petite redhead bareback, one hand holding the poor girl’s long pigtail tightly as he spanked her with his free hand. “Your less than gentlemanly admirer is otherwise occupied,” Sonny said, “And while this had been delightful, I am an old man, and believe I had better be retiring for the night.” Sharon glanced about, relieved that he was helping her to escape MarKing’s likely attention, even while she wondered how he knew the man was trying to ruin her.
Without really thinking about it, Sharon reached down, giving the still prosthesis amplified cock a loving squeeze. “I hope I will see you again, Mr. Oden,” she whispered, kissing his cheek, then standing, using the chair to try to hide from Mr. Norris as she straightened her skirt and looked for the exit. Although she was thirsty, she avoided the bar, which was closer to MarKing, and sighed in relief when she could press the button for the elevator, intent on finding Kelly in the orgy below. Her phone buzzed. She took it out of her purse, shocked to see that it was nearly 10PM, and relieved that it was Kelly, not Chris who was calling.
“Kelly?”
“Where are you, Shar?”
“I’m upstairs… I’m waiting for the elevator,” she tried not to shout, still worried that MarKing would find her.
“What’s going on up there?” Kelly asked, intrigued.
“More of the same.” Sharon stepped onto the elevator, holding her breath until the doors closed.
“Figures… I’ve been looking for you for most of an hour.”
“Sorry… did you call? My phone didn’t ring?”
“There’s so much metal the building blocks signal,” Kelly was shouting to be heard over the noise of the music, “I’m standing…” the doors opened, and Sharon giggled at the sight of her friend and lover standing in front of her shouting into her phone, “At the elevator to get signal.” She stopped, seeing Sharon, and the women giggled, hugging one another for a moment before Kelly caught the older woman’s hand and led her down the dark hall away from the party.
“Is this the way out?” Sharon asked in alarm, wondering if they might stumble onto some other ceremonial activity that would further delay returning home. She pressed a hand against her naked sex, which reassured her she was no longer dripping her own or Sonny’s cum, but reminded her she was still somehow fully aroused. She giggled at the thought of dragging Kelly into one of the empty rooms they were passing for an impromptu sixty-nine.
“It’s a way out,” Kelly answered, pointing at the barely visible ‘EXIT’ signs mounted in the ceiling. Sharon was embarrassed that she had not seen them, but then she had been in that bright main room before being pulled into the hall by Joyce. “I just don’t know if it’s THE way out.” It was not, the women realized, upon stepping through a security door at the side of the church. It was full dark, but the women immediately realized there were other people hanging around. Most were nearly a block away, and lower, because the church had been build at the top of the hill. Clenching each other’s hand, the women quickly moved along the side of the church toward the corner with the berm leading down to the parking lot.
The same guard was patrolling the walk between the cars and the church when the reached the gravel lot. He eyed them both with a leering smile, then sauntered to a small shack, returning after a couple minutes with the keys, and leading them to where he had parked it. Sharon could tell the man was hoping they would invite him to join them… she was horny enough she actually considered it for a moment, but she knew she was going home to Chris, and that he would be happy to give her what she wanted. She grabbed a five dollar bill from her clutch, handing it to Juan and thanking him for his help with a coquettish smile as Kelly took the wheel, shaking her head.
“You are still *****,” she scolded, “So I’ll drive.”
“I’m still horny, too,” Sharon answered, then said, “Did you have fun?” Kelly giggled,
“Oh, you knew I wasn’t one of the slaves?”
“You were still a slave,” Sharon corrected, “You were just in charge of some of us.” Kelly laughed again,
“God, Sharon, you looked so hot… I didn’t think I’d recognize you, when all of you were… but I knew the moment I saw you.”
“You did?”
“Oh yeah… and every guy in the place was watching you, too… You were the star of the show.”
“Yeah, and for that pin the cock in the Sharon game they played after, too.” The women laughed at the memory, and Sharon told Kelly about Mr. Oden, hearing that Kelly had been ‘entertaining’ several of their own newly initiated pledges during the after party. The women agreed that they had been working at a soup kitchen, and had helped to hand out gifts and had cleaned up, afterwards. Kelly asked what Chris would say about Sharon‘s missing bra and panties, and the housewife allowed that she was going to seduce him so fast that he would never have time to realize what she wasn’t wearing. .
***
Sharon lived up to her word, nearly attacking Chris the moment they were home, ignoring the cat calls from the kids as she showed off her new jewelry, and ‘reluctantly’ let go of Chris while urging him to ‘hurry to bed.’ before wishing the kids a final Merry Christmas and cautioning them to get some sleep. She had meant to strip down and shower quickly, but Chris slipped into the bedroom before she could do a thing about the remainder of Sonny’s jism still resting in her sex.
And so she had given Chris a ‘sloppy seconds’ fuck… the actual number who had preceded him that day and night would have made Sharon blush and her husband faint. But he had obviously been excited enough and focused on just being with his wife for the night that there was never a question as to how Sharon was so wet that she was dripping, or at how easily she got off as he began to thrust into her.
For her part, the delicious pressure on her enlarged, and drug aroused clit kept Sharon cumming until she had to struggle to maintain control, worried that Chris would think she had gone crazy. The orgasms had been amazing… as good as any she had ever had fucking her husband, but nothing seemed to quench her need… Without letting on that she was experiencing a multiple climax, Sharon rode Chris through his release, giggling in delight when he managed to stay hard, meeting her thrust for thrust until they both collapsed, panting, to the bed, him sated and limp, her still buzzed with her body’s arousal.
Ashamed that she had not cleaned up before sharing herself with Chris, and annoyed that she was still aroused, while hungry to get off, Sharon threw on a thin robe as soon as she was sure Chris was asleep, padding down the hall in hopes that Kelly was still awake. The girls were asleep though. When she found Scott watching television in the basement, for a naughty moment she found herself wishing Trevor was over, the memory of the intensity of her climax in the bathroom that day nearly enough for the addled housewife to masturbate in the stairwell, within sight of her youngest child. Horrified at her behavior, she retreated to the bedroom, taking a long shower. Even the cold water did not take the edge off of her need, and she was again grateful for the hand held shower head, finally managing a climax that seemed to take the edge off of her need, letting her drift to a fitful sleep.
Sharon woke before Chris, and found she was still almost impossibly horny. He clit jutted from the hood, seeming even bigger than the monstrosity she had decided it had become in learning about the hormones she had been tricked into using. She played with herself in bed, hoping the worst of the engorgement would fade, repeating the ineffective but satisfying treatment in the bathroom before putting the robe on again, praying that if she splashed around in the pool Kelly might join her, and simultaneously aware that it was too late for them to do anything even if she did… Chris or one of the kids would be up soon.
A hand pressed against her still buzzing clit, she nearly screamed when she walked into the kitchen to find Flora working on breakfast. The diminutive Mayan woman blinked at her, eyes moving up and down the barely dressed white housewife who was holding her hand over her crotch as if she was hiding something, then returned to her work. She had long ago given up trying to understand the men and women she worked for, all of whom were crazy in one way or another… although Mrs. Sobel had seemed mostly normal until she had decided she had to run off to school. Not for the first time, the housekeeper said a prayer of thanks that she had not tried to pretend she was better than any of her friends, or that she was as good as any man, holding herself like she was adjusting her manhood. Flora studiously kept her eyes on her work, and was as relieved as Sharon when the housewife went through the kitchen and out to the pool house.
Although it was cold out, Chris had installed space heaters and insisted on keeping the pool open even in December. Sharon threw on a two piece and jumped into the pool, knowing that while heated the water would feel absolutely icy compared to her body temperature. She hoped it would finally take the edge off of her arousal and help to get her brain working. She knew some drug or other had to have been used in whatever they had smeared on her the night before… she shivered as she did laps, wondering if there would be some problem because of the hormones she had been using.
Her shivering increased when she climbed out… She had not turned the array space heaters up from the low setting designed to keep things from freezing, and the air outside the water really was freezing. Teeth chattering almost violently, uncaring that her nipples were tight and so nearly visible in the bikini top, she began to towel off instead of using the Turkish blanket style towel as a wrap, hurrying back to the pool house intent on washing off under a less cold shower before returning to get dressed.
She frowned at how loose the top was, wishing she could lose weight everywhere but her breasts as she eyed the rest of her body… There was tone… when she tightened her abdomen there was actually a six pack, and she found she was proud of the physique dancing had helped her to acquire. The thought threatened to slip toward the sexual though, and mindful of how easily she could get aroused, Sharon shoved such thoughts away and in robe and towel went back through the kitchen, telling Flora good morning again and pausing to get a cup of the wonderful coffee their housekeeper made before slipping into the bedroom.
She insisted everyone get up and go to church, then tried not to squirm and look about out of the irrational fear that someone would stand up, point at her, and shout ‘Jezebel’ in the middle of the homily. Lunch was by vote at a nearby Mexican restaurant, and mindful of staying in shape, Sharon nibbled at chips and stopped at one wedge of the chicken quesadilla she shared with Kelly and Catherine. The guys went to the range when they got home, and Kelly and Catherine went shopping. Sharon called her friends, but the expected invitation to coffee or lunch did not come.
Sunday night, Zeke was at the house briefly, inviting Catherine, Kelly, and Scott to a party. Though Sharon did not want to let her ******** go, she tried to be reassured that Kelly and Scott would be along. And she asked herself if part of it was that she was jealous, immediately denying that such could be possible, even though she caught herself eyeing the young man’s crotch more than once, and with Chris in the room, no less. Instead of enjoying the evening together doing something that might help to scratch the quickly building itch, Sharon was left watching television and picking up in the ****** room while Chris did some things for work in the den. He took her to dinner, at which Sharon again barely picked at her food, aware that soon she would be back at school, back at work, and afraid of what Go and Shaun would say if over the holiday she had turned into a cow.
That also pushed her into the rec room where she spent an hour on the treadmill, to find that Chris had gone to sleep. Mrs. Sharon Sobel, happily married housewife and black cock slut lay awake, trying unsuccessfully not to picture Catherine writhing in pleasure beneath Zeke’s pounding cock.
She was a grouchy snippy bitch when she woke Monday morning, from a dream in which the night’s worry had seemed real… Catherine came home in too tight clothes, showing off far too much skin, with gaudy ‘BZ’ tattoos and the far off look of a frequent weed user in her eyes, standing calmly as Zeke draped a muscular arm over her shoulder and groped her braless tit while talking to Sharon and Chris.
And despite her fear that it might come true, part of Sharon was aroused by the image. She took a long cold shower, trying to banish such forbidden thoughts from her head… Catherine was going to go to school and learn… She was not going to fall prey to the trap in which her mother had been ensnared.
Each day she was relieved and simultaneously disappointed when there was not a text from Shaun or Dave demanding she shake her ass at some BZ function. Each night the kids went out somewhere, leaving her wandering the house, wishing Chris was more attentive, more virile, more aggressive. They had sex Tuesday night, but it was not the passionate coupling from the holiday. She offered to give him oral, but her husband was distracted by work, and was not really into it enough to know that Sharon had not gotten off. She took care of herself-- again-- lying beside him as he slept, bitterly wishing the break was over and the second semester would begin.
By Thursday she was wishing Go had called she and Kelly back to take advantage of the post holiday crowds, but when she called, the club owner had assured her he was looking forward to having her back, but said that there were so many men in drinking and ‘slapping ass’ that he did not need to pay the greater overhead for headliners until after the new year.
When she could not get ahold of her friends, she climbed into the Range Rover and drove to the mall, parking brazenly out front of Donnie’s shop, intent on giving the big man the blow job he had demanded. To her dismay, the shop was closed, a hand drawn sign in the door explaining ‘back after the new year.’
She did not even know if she should be looking forward to New Years, because Chris had insisted on surprising her. She had grim visions of a party with couples from work, or even the bitches who weren’t talking to her-- her supposed friends-- and their husbands. After the BZ Initiation ceremony, and the countless other parties she had enjoyed in the past semester, the idea of a party without sex seemed completely boring.
She was intrigued when Chris came home from work early on Friday, with a box for her and a second box for Kelly. Inside, she found a shimmering slinky maxi dress virtually completely covered in sequins, in long vertical undulating red, black, and white stripes. Kelly oo’d and ah’d, and was obviously delighted in her similar dress, insisting that she and Sharon ‘go get cleaned up.’
Chris warned them not to be late, explaining that he was taking them to a party he was sure they would love. Kelly came out of her bedroom with her book bag full of clothes and make up, and hurriedly helped Sharon to do the same before whisking her off in the Range Rover to get their hair done.
Instead of heading east, as Sharon found herself suspecting, though, Kelly drove north, passing the I-70 access, and exiting at the new shopping centers being built up around the big race track. When they pulled into the parking lot of the casino and hotel which were still under construction, Sharon snorted.
“What?” Kelly asked, threading among the battered pick ups and Jeeps of the construction crew and pulling to a stop at the curb where a sign declared ‘bus lane.’
“Are we going to service the entire construction crew before the party?” Sharon asked with an edge to her voice. Kelly recognized the tone… though she had escaped her partner’s volatile temper during the semester, and knew now what had caused it, she was careful not to further antagonize the older woman.
“I’m just doing what I’m told,” she pointed to a sign listing the various shops and restaurants that were ‘coming soon.’ “Marie’s boutique is actually open and running,” she said, “And we’re supposed to come get our hair done for the party.” Sharon blinked at that… how were Dave and Shaun involved in Chris’ surprise party? She climbed out of the passenger seat and followed her younger lover up the mud streaked concrete walkway to the oversized doors.
Their footsteps echoed inside, and Sharon glanced around nervously, as dark as it was, despite being full daylight; the gentle artificial lighting meant to keep people in the casino spending and losing money were not on yet. Kelly paused at the first wide concourse they came to, checking her phone, and then turned left. Sharon saw the sign by then… It was a boutique. She shook her head, wondering why she thought Dave or Shaun had put Kelly up to this, considering both her lovers had worked together to get her Christmas present. Smiling at that thought, she glanced down with her next step, seeing the glitter of the gems even in the dim lighting when her ankle extended beyond the hem of her dress.
There were three women working in the boutique, and they hustled about, treating Sharon and Kelly as if they were the trophy wives of high rollers at the casino. Within minutes of arriving, the women had champagne and their choice of sweet and salty snacks. The women went to work, an up do for Sharon, and a complex braid for Kelly, they decided after some discussion.
Sharon’s second guess had been right-- Chris or Kelly had found a special introductory deal, and were taking advantage. She was not about to complain, because all three women were obviously skilled at their jobs, and their banter was entertaining as two gave the third a hard time about her putting up with a ‘cheating dog’ of a husband. Sharon laughed along with the others, enjoying a second glass of the bubbly alcohol, and trying not to think about the disappointment she had felt upon realizing it wasn’t a BZ front in which she would be the sex doll for one or more burly construction workers… She had been wet with anticipation without realizing it, the arousal threatening to take off again, as it had in the day after the Christmas party.
The third hairdresser, a perky red head who had parried every attack by the others with counter shots about their own taste in men, pointed out that the first beautician, a handsome brunette with chiseled cheekbones and clear blue eyes, had mad missed several strands of Kelly’s hair, laughing that their friend, a pleasantly plump bottle blonde with merry green eyes was going to finish Sharon’s more complicated hair before Kelly’s braids could be finished. Sharon assured the women that as long as they were home before 6PM time was no issue, adding that they were enjoying the company of other women instead of a houseful of ******.
She got out of the chair, refreshing her drink, then wandering back to stand by Kelly’s chair, watching the women work together as they discussed their own plans for New Year’s Eve.
The bell above the door, a touch of nostalgia, rang, and Sharon turned, even as she wondered why all three of the women working there had mixed expressions of surprise and almost fear at whoever had come into the salon. She gasped, seeing Dave and Zeke standing just inside the room. She looked over at Kelly, and from her lover’s expression she knew the other BZ Bitch was as surprised as she was.
“Check it out, Z,” Dave smiled, “A couple of our favorite girls getting all prettied up. Do you two have big plans for tonight?” Sharon’s mind was a whirl of unbidden arousal and anxiety that somehow the men were going to ruin Chris’ plans for the night.
“H-how’d you find us?” Sharon asked, adding hastily, “We’re just getting ready for the party Chris is taking us to.” Both men bobbed their heads, and Sharon realized the women behind had no idea where the newcomers fit into she and Kelly’s world. She turned, “Ladies, this is Dave and Trevor, friends from school .” The men bobbed their heads, openly eyeing the three women, which only added to the tension in the room. Dave took his phone out, punched a few buttons, and suddenly Sharon’s phone made a rattling noise that she had never heard before. Taking it out of her purse she saw a strange dot on a map on her screen, the blinking green ball she realized was exactly where she was. Or more accurately, where her phone was located.
“It’s like that ‘where you at’ phone ad,” Dave held his up, “I can find you anytime.”
“And I can find you?” Sharon asked, looking for the menu on the application without success.
“Sure,” Dave sounded anything but sincere, but Sharon missed the tone. She shivered, having wondered if the frat had been listening to her phone calls. She had no idea that not only had they been eavesdropping, but when the phone was sitting on the charger, facing in line with the clock face, her own phone had provided some sexy screen snaps and quick videos that were a big reason for her popularity on the web. “Tell you what,” Dave continued, “It looks like Kelly’s busy, so maybe you can help us out for a minute,” he inclined his head, motioning toward the door. Sharon could tell that the other women were nervous but curious about what was happening.
“Di d you lose your jump disc again,” she said in a rush, “We could take care of it later… school doesn’t start for another three weeks.” Dave shrugged.
“Well, I thought you might want to make sure we had everything off of it, just in case something happens to your camera or computer while you’re visiting home.” Sharon blinked, unsure whether he was making a threat. Was he saying they could put videos of her on Chris’ computer if she was difficult? She nodded and hurried forward, waving toward the other women.
“Take care of Kelly while I’m gone, girls… I’ll hurry.” She set her half empty glass of champagne on the counter, then picked it up, emptying it. She was angry that Dave had threatened her… angry they were following her… and angry that she was almost dripping wet at the prospect of having some sex before leaving for the party. Admitting that thought triggered a pulse of her clit, and the addled white wife’s breath caught as she reached the big black men, who moved apart, letting her lead the way out of the store. She gasped feeling one of them cup her ass-- not a swat, but a possessive palming-- where she was sure the women could see. The action sent another wave of need spiraling through her nerves.
To Be Continued 15D4
