Sharon Goes Back to School
Chapter 15D: the Ball
original story: Scipio
continued story: Rogue Alan
Part E
Sharon followed the course she had seen the others take, entering the big ballroom from a door near the dance floor. She moved away from the door, squinting from the flashing strobes, hearing assaulted by the sound as close as she stood to the speakers. She assumed Chris and the girls were dancing together, but could not see. It did not register that the crowd on the dance floor had changed… The music had changed, too, a pop hip hop fusion piece that was popular on the radio at that moment. ‘Bottoms Up’ had the crowd of dancers worked up as Sharon moved along the edge, trying to find her husband.
Abruptly a hand reached out from the dance floor, catching Sharon around the waist and literally lifting her into the dancing mass of people. Sharon gasped, looking up to find herself looking at Dave, who was bobbing his head in time with the music as he smiled down at her.
“You looked lost,” he said, leaning down to shout into her ear-- and to lick her neck, making her shiver-- when she shook her head that she could not hear.
“I’m looking for Chris,” she answered, having to shout as well. “He can’t see us doing this,” she added, even as her body seemed to fall into rhythm with Dave and the others dancing around them. “Someone will see!” she shouted in alarm. Dave looked around, and for the first time Sharon realized it was almost entirely students-- BZ frat members and their dates, she noticed. She looked up at the stage… it was the same band, but they were definitely playing different music.
She shuddered as her crotch banged against Dave’s, the bigger young man having pulled her against him firmly, grinding against her openly. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that escaped was a groan. She brought a knee up, welcoming the contact, the sudden memory of the big frat member fucking her publicly just a few hours before almost enough for her to get off. She shook her head, pushing away.
“I can’t!” she shouted, shaking her head, “I have to find Chris… where are the other boosters?” Dave pointed, “Some are sitting down watching… Most are in the next room watching the television.” Sharon nodded, accepting a kiss before working her way through the crowd of dancers in the way that Dave had pointed. She was not surprised or bothered that several masculine hands managed a grope or a teasing brush along her route, and she was impossibly hot, she realized, as she broke out of the far side of the dance floor and approached the cross door to the next ballroom.
She grabbed a flute of bubbling alcohol from the tray by the door and went through, relieved to find the other ‘adults,’ even as her body was screaming to go back to the dance floor and Dave. She pressed her thighs tight, willing her body to calm without any real gain. Swapping the glass for another, she moved along the edge of the room, looking for Chris. The big projection screen said she had ten minutes to find him. But she did not find Chris or the girls. She considered returning to the room where the kids were dancing, but knew that if she did that, the odds she would be taken right on the dance floor… and would welcome every thrust… were too good to risk.
Trying not to look too desperate, Sharon hurried down the hall, wondering if the girls had returned her husband to the banquet room. She heard Enrique Iglesias’ hit ‘Tonight’ in the big ballroom as she nearly ran into the room where people had been eating. The table were being efficiently broken down. One of the employees pointed the way she had come.
“There’s champagne in the ball rooms,” she told Sharon, “And we’ll have more snacks in the halls soon.” Sharon managed to nod her thanks, and started back into the hall. For some reason, though, she noticed the half open door along the wall of the banquet hall, in the same direction that the girls had led Chris. Ignoring the hotel employees who were working around her, Sharon went to the door. There was a corridor, with several doors along the left side, and she realized it was a sort of back channel for staff to bring food or drinks or chairs… anything without using the main hall. She saw that the door at the opposite end of the concrete floor and bare sheetrock hall was open slightly, with light flickering beyond it. She knew that was not the ball room, and could not remember seeing anyone coming or going from that hall during the party. She started forward, reasoning that if Chris and the girls were not in the other rooms, they might be there. Nearing the door, she saw shifting colored lights reflected in a haze of smoke that was leaking into the corridor, and a step before she entered, the source of the smoke registered:
Pot! She tried to stop, certain this was another party, and likely a party to be raided by the city or campus police force, but her reflexes were thoroughly degraded by the alcohol she had been tossing back for hours, so instead she stuttered to a stop a step inside the room.
“Close the door, bitch!” someone growled, and Sharon did without a second thought, Inside, the room was… it was hard to see all the way across, even though it was a much smaller room. Eyes watering, she realized she was soon going to be high, there was so much smoke. And then she realized she was almost panting in her anxiety over finding Chris and the girls. She struggled to focus, to take a slow, deep breath, even though that did not decrease the amount of the potent smoke curling insidiously through her airways, filling her lungs.
Sharon glanced around, blinking as she realized it was not just people getting high. To her left, a woman was on all fours, panting in time with the steady fucking she was receiving from a BZ brother Sharon knew but could not name at the moment; one of the basketball players.
“You like that, slut?” the man taunted, slapping the woman’s bare hip, and a moment later, a slurred voice answered,
“Yeah, daddy,” a moan interrupted as the man pounded fully into the woman’s sex, “God that’s so good… Give me your big black cock!” Sharon blinked, sure that her ears were playing a trick on her. She stepped farther into the room, looking in shock at the woman. It was Linda… Her friend. Her Married friend. Her married, prejudiced friend. “Fuck me!” Linda husked, “Do it, I’m cumming daddy!” and climax she did as Sharon watched in shock. Afraid of being noticed, Sharon stepped the other way, eyes wide, wondering if there was something hallucinogenic in the smoke she was still inhaling. Despite her shock at finding one of her friends cheating like that, the anxiety that had clutched at her heart from the moment Chris and Shaun had shaken hands eased. She looked to her right, relieved that it was a fellow BZ Sister, Diane, blowing another of the basketball players while Verel humped into her from behind. Looking to her left, following Verel’s gaze, Sharon realized the pair of jocks were somehow competing…
“Told you I’d get her off first,” the young man to Sharon’s left laughed.
“No fair,” Verel groused, “She’s as big a black cock slut as Sharon,” he winked at her as he said it, and Sharon felt a shiver of… pride? At the suggestion. “Switch me up and I’ll prove it, Freeman!” The pair pulled out of the respective women they had been fucking, slapping an easy high five as they passed in front of Sharon, Verel turning as he stepped past, and swatting Sharon playfully on the ass. The blonde housewife jumped, her pussy twitching as her clit spasmed, something that had been happening less often in the days after Christmas.
She watched, fascinated, as Verel caught Linda’s hips and sank fully into Sharon’s friends naked sex. Linda shuddered visibly, moaning through clenched teeth as the big jock began to pound her from the first stroke. Within a minute her body was shaking in an obvious orgasm. Verel shouted triumphantly, pulling out and spraying his load over Sharon’s friends bare back. And Linda whined, obviously not wanting it to end.
“Guess you just can’t make it last,” the frat member named Freeman taunted the heavier, older man playfully, “It’s okay, though, I can take care of both girls, right, Di?” The young BZ Bitch nodded, having just enjoyed a climax of her own. Freeman pulled out, “But we can’t leave our newest sluts hanging, can we?” It was Di’s turn to pout as the tall young man resumed his position behind Sharon’s friend. Sharon could not believe the whorish way Linda accepted the strange black cock… Mind reeling as they set about rutting like cats in heat, Sharon moved through the room, certain somehow it was all going to be some bizarre dream.
Instead, she found herself watching as Jennifer Gowan, her other clearly prejudiced friend, rode big Tom’s thick shaft on what looked like a bench from a weight room. As amazing as seeing her married friend eagerly humping on what Sharon knew was a grade A cock, an action that left her feeling admittedly jealous, the older woman was willingly… eagerly?! Sucking on another BZ member’s cock. Tom saw her and winked,
“You want to go for a ride, my favorite little Sister?” Sharon blushed, and knew that she really did want just that, but she could not imagine the tantrum Jen would throw if she interrupted her getting off like she obviously was.
“Save some for me for later, Tom,” Sharon batted her eyes, pleased at the eager nod she received from the big line man, “I’m looking for my…” she blinked, embarrassed at the suggestion that Chris would be in the room behaving like this… And though she knew it was wrong, she found herself almost wishing he was, so that she would be free to experience the pleasure she knew her BZ Brothers could provide.
She looked around, realizing her other friends could easily be enjoying themselves, too, as many women were in various positions with their faces obscured. But how had they started to cheat and cheat with Her BZ brethren, she wondered, ashamed to be aroused at the thought of mutual orgies, and horrified simultaneously that she had somehow ensnared them as she had allowed herself to become trapped into serving as… and enjoying being, a BZ Bitch.
She saw another divider door on the room’s far collapsible wall, partially open like the door into the service hall had been, and began to move for it, trying not to stare at the various impressive sex acts going on in the big room. She paused, seeing a larger group of frat members at a round table under a pair of bright lights. She moved that way, telling herself it was close to the door after all.
From her initial perspective, all that she could see were the pale white feet draped over one of the BZ members shoulders as he was obviously thrusting in and out of her sex. Sharon heard the feminine gasps, a mantra of ‘yes, yes, yes… fuck yes… fuck me, fuck me…’ coming from the lucky BZ Bitch. As the men shifted, Sharon was not surprised to see that her sister was wanking two of the BZ members to her sides. A bell chimed, and the man using her backed out, eliciting a pouting whine. The table was an oversized lazy susan, and the guys easily spun the supine woman clockwise one… two men, the new BZ member stepping into place and resuming the fucking the young woman was getting. She was obviously pleased about it, too, except that after a moment her cries of encouragement were muffled, and Sharon instinctively knew that a cock had been thrust into the other woman’s mouth.
Only when she was close enough that some of the guys not getting to take part noticed her, did Sharon realize she was watching Professor Eller getting thoroughly ganged.
“Lookie here,” Anquan, one of the BZ members who had helped to turn the dour hateful professor out for the frat said, “You want some of this action, Sharon?” Sharon bit her lip… her body felt like it was on fire, and she remembered acutely how she had felt after the things they had applied to her sex on Christmas night… that could not be a permanent thing, could it? She wondered briefly, but the concern was already gone, replaced by her escalating need, a need she knew Anquan and these other BZ Brothers could satisfy for her. But she shook her head,
“I’m looking for someone right now,” she managed, “But maybe I’ll come back later.” And Sharon realized as she spoke that she meant it… She could already imagine Chris sleeping in their suite while she came back down to get a good fucking.
“Well, you know you’re always welcome,” the big frat member leered, not bothering to point out that they could demand that she join in… The thought of having Sharon proned out atop the Professor, each eating the other out while being fucked at the same time was worth some consideration. But their pet English teacher and bestselling author was still getting special treatment. He smiled, amazed that a woman who had less than a semester threatened to fail him for sagging his shorts in her class had become such a complete slut for black cock in so short a time, and glad that ‘special treatment’ for the night meant getting her off as often as possible. He motioned for the guy fucking Nancy’s mouth and throat to back out, laughing when the move elicited a complaint from the sex crazed woman. “Hey, Prof,” Anquan taunted, “Look who’s here.” Nancy drunkenly raised her head, eyes fixed with lust on the movement of the big man thrusting steadily into her neatly shaven pussy, then almost reluctantly looking toward Anquan, who inclined his head. Sharon watched the woman’s dilated eyes turn to take her in.
She wanted to apologize to the woman who had been so vital in getting her to go back to school. And she blinked, wondering if the Professor had somehow been the means by which her friends, too, had been turned into black cock whores. Were Madolen and Dorothy being used in the same room? Sharon nearly abandoned her search for Chris to find out. The thought of Rhonda, whom she had always suspected to be a lesbian, being abused by the frat brothers… Even that mental image, though, triggered an incremental rise in Sharon’s arousal. She knew she could give her friend pleasure. She realized Professor Eller was smiling crookedly at her from her upside down position on the table.
“Happy New Year, Professor Eller,” she managed, and the guys roared with laughter.
“Thank you, Sharon,” Nancy groaned, back arching as whatever it was the man thrusting into her did triggered obvious pleasure, “Oh God, thank you! Yeah, daddy… like that… Don’t stop fucking me!” The bell rang, and as her English Professor begged for more cock, the men spun her and a new frat member slipped easily into her well stretched cunt.
Aware of her nearly unbearable need to cum, Sharon stumbled toward the door, praying she would manage to get into the next room before her urges overcame all reason. She paused at the door, which was ajar, seeing the if anything the next room was more heavily fogged with marijuana smoke. She stepped through, squinting to see through the heavy curtain of smoke that hung in the room. She heard the last repetition of the chorus of ‘Tonight’ which flowed into ‘More.’
Glancing to the source of the sound, she realized that there was a big projection television showing the main ballroom, where students were dancing, with the boosters partying in tables behind the dance floor. She was relieved, having half expected to see the orgy going on in the room she had just left being displayed for all of the guests. She shook her head, reminding herself this was a big annual event… she had toyed with bringing Chris down when she had read about it before enrollment, but given her… extracurricular activities having him visit her school had seemed a very dangerous thing, indeed. She was still surprised that the BZ were so involved, but guessed that because the boosters liked to see the athletes it made sense. The thought that two of the smaller ballrooms had been turned into a hot box and an orgy, though… she could not imagine anyone taking such risks.
She stared at the grainy picture, willing Chris and Kelly and Lisa to show themselves, and giggling that she was going to be completely stoned by New Years if she did not go back out into the hall. She glanced at the doors to the main hall, not surprised to find them completely closed, and looked back at the flickering poor resolution image of the party going on just a few doors away. Then a familiar giggle tore her attention away from the picture after several seconds.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” she heard Kelly say from somewhere in the smoky, dimly lit room. There were tables and she glanced from group to group, seeing BZ members talking and drinking and smoking, of course. She was relieved that it was not the over the top orgy going on next door, but if Kelly was there… Remembering what they had talked about on the drive back to campus, she wondered if her friend had decided to show Chris what it was like to get high.
There was another giggle, both Kelly and Lisa, Sharon thought, and she moved through the closest rows of the tall tables, seeing the scattered bean bags arrayed before another larger projection screen showing the orgy going on next door… the orgy through which she had just walked. Sharon whimpered, certain that her husband, lover, and fellow BZ sister were sitting somewhere that they could have just seen her walk through a scene out of Caligula. She almost could not make herself look at the various cushions, so certain she would find an outraged husband, demanding to learn just what was going on at the party.
She was more than a little surprised to see some of the boosters lounging in the overstuffed bag chairs that were a fixture in the union. She was less surprised to realize that there was a BZ Sister snuggled up with each single male booster… and as she looked across the room, she realized that ‘snuggled’ was a kind term… Several of her sisters had their heads buried in the laps of their ‘guests’ and were obviously offering blow jobs as the men watched the goings on next door.
Sharon moved to the edge of the room, staying behind the single row of bar tables that ringed the rows of began bags, willing Kelly to say something else. There was conversation in the room, and the music from the main ballroom, but fortunately, not the sounds from the orgy being broadcast on one wall of the smoke filled room. Sharon shook her head, once again wondering if she was dreaming. She struggled to ignore the various groans and moans rising from the arrayed bean bag chairs, mostly because part of her was desperate to have a cock in her mouth having seen what was happening. She glanced down, realizing she had her hand pressed hard against her crotch. She glanced about self consciously, glad that the lights were dimmed, the only real light coming from the movie sized image of her friends and professor as well as other women behaving like absolute sluts.
“Oh God that’s amazing…” Sharon whimpered before she could stop herself… That was Chris’ voice, and the tone… it was what he had said that first night when she had demonstrated her new oral skill.
“Mmmm, that’s a big cock, daddy,” Kelly’s voice, Sharon stepped clear of the space between the tables where she had stopped; the people at the tables looked at her, and she could not see what was happening. Although she already knew. Her heart was hammering as she moved past the next table then stepped forward again, bracing a hand against the empty table nearer the wall, glad that there were not BZ frat members or boosters there to see her react. Her breath caught, as she watched Chris lying splayed on a dark tan bean bag chair, his pants and boxers at his knees. Somehow she registered that there was a bong beside him, and that in fact it was her bong from the condo. Her husband’s eyes were glued to the screen, and she glanced up, realizing that it was not fixed camera angles… there were people with live cameras moving through the room. Had he seen her walking through? Seen the way Verel had… Sharon shuddered in horror. This could not be happening.
Her eyes moved back to the bean bag. Lisa was spooned up beside him, her hand teasing the base of his cock as Kelly’s head bobbed in his lap, her hand obviously toying with his balls. Sharon stopped breathing, even as she realized her nipples were impossibly hard, her sex literally dripping down her inner thighs as she watched her husband and lover having sex.
“Here, Lis’,” Kelly said, lifting her head, “He’s amazing… you have to try this.” Giggling, Lisa slithered around, never breaking contact with Chris’ body, an expert maneuver Sharon noted. Chris groaned again as both girls kissed the sides of his erection and then ran their tongues up and down his shaft. She bit her lip, one hand rising to tweak her aroused pierced nipple while the other pressed still harder at her hungry sex. She could tell the girls were toying with Chris… Kelly could have easily gotten him off by then if she had wanted.
Kelly moved up, pausing where she stood beside the chair, and shimmying her hips, pushing her panties to the floor. Sharon knew what was coming… part of her wanted to cry out to stop it, but she watched, entranced, and completely aroused, as her young lover and dance partner lifted her dress, murmuring, ’Show me how much you like it, daddy,’ and then straddled Chris’ face, knees sinking into the pliant sides of the chair as her bare sex dropped onto his face.
Sharon felt a pang of jealousy… Chris almost never bothered with oral anymore… although he always wanted her to perform, having discovered ’how good she was’ at it. Kelly caught the back of his head, pressing herself tight and throwing her head back, groaning theatrically like a good BZ Bitch. Lisa’s head went on bobbing, working Sharon’s husband like any other John at Go’s.
A few moments later, Sharon watched Kelly begin to jerk. A detached, clinical portion of her mind judging ‘faking it,’ even as the ego whined ’me me ME!’ Her hand was moving against the front of her dress, fingers pressed against her swollen, hungry clitoris. She was dimly aware that the music changed… Pink’s ‘Raise Your Glass’ beginning. Kelly was suddenly in full control of herself again, gasping, ‘Wait, wait, daddy…’ as she pulled back, giggling when Chris tried to again bury his tongue in her neatly trimmed seam. She let him, scooping a champagne flute from the small table Sharon had not seen on the far side of the chair, and deftly pouring it down her bare mons, the splashing liquid clearly making the young woman jump but getting to Chris’ tongue. Sharon watched her husband wildly slurp and suck at Kelly‘s sex. Kelly scooped up a second flute, carefully pushing Chris‘ forehead back again.
‘Wait a minute, daddy,’ she purred, ‘I want more of that cock.’ Sharon gasped, seeing that Lisa had grown bored with blowing her husband and was riding him, keeping his entire length inside of her as she rocked, watching he and Kelly. ‘No fair,’ Kelly slurred and then giggled, ‘You have to share him.’ Lisa pouted prettily but rose up off of Chris’ jutting cock. Sharon blinked, sure that he should have exploded by that point, under the arousing ministrations of two skilled young women. She idly wondered if marijuana could prolong lovemaking.
She watched the women , Lisa leaning on the bag beneath Chris’ spread legs while Kelly straddled Sharon’s husband, facing toward the other BZ Bitch. Bending at the waist, Kelly pressed her sex against Chris’ face, urging, ‘Push your nose into me, daddy! Suck my clitty.’ She arched her back sexily and mewled as Chris complied. Licking her lips, Kelly bent lower, still riding Sharon’s husband’s face as she and Lisa began to lick and kiss Chris’ cock together. Sharon’s hips shimmied as she imagined sharing her husband like that with Kelly… each girl took a turn slowly bobbing all the way down his length, sucking powerfully as they came up for air. Sharon bit her lip, sure that Chris would explode any second. It still had not occurred to her… she had watched Chris fucking another woman.
A bright flashing light drew her attention to the non-pornographic screen across the room. ‘10’ disappeared, followed by a ‘9’. She looked around, seeing people grabbing champagne flutes and loved ones, ready for the traditional New Year’s kiss. But Chris was still being devoured by her BZ Sisters. She realized a champagne flute had been set on the empty table beside her. Despite the rising murmur of voices and moans as women around the room attempted to get their men off at the stroke of midnight, Sharon heard a brief but similar noise… a zipper dropping. There was the ruffle of cloth, and a then hands expertly yanked her dress from the mid-point of her thighs, baring her ass in a single smooth jerk.
Sharon started to turn, horrified at the thought that Kelly would pull away from Chris and he would see her being taken by anyone else. The thumb that slipped easily into her boiling sex, though trapped her body and will. Her back arched, and she whined, her body twitching in an small preliminary orgasm. The man’s thumb was pinching forward, expertly trapping both her G-spot and her clit with his curled index finger. Sharon felt a flush as her pelvis seemed to explode. Muscles trained quickly after so many months working at sex responded as they had twice in the last week, and her fluids began to splash onto the industrial carpet as a thick, blunt cockhead butted against her sex above the intruding finger.
Sharon braced against both tables, no longer caring who saw, aware only that she needed to cum. Out of the corner of her eye she saw ‘3’ disappear.
“I thought you’d have guessed,” Shaun said behind her, never releasing the pressure on her sex that had her shivering and panting, “There’s no one who can replace you, little Bitch.” As he spoke, the big frat member sank his cock into her fully, holding himself there, reveling in the way his little white housewife writhed and moaned despite hubby being barely fifteen feet away from them. Sharon pressed back against the wonderful cock filling her up, pushing away from the occupied table to lean heavily on the empty table Shaun had appropriated for their drink.
“Bottoms up, little Bitch,” he coached, and not caring that half spilled down her chin, Sharon emptied the flute, the bubbly sensation somehow adding to the pleasure of her climax as Shaun’s continued manual pressure and his impaled cock brought her off. She looked across at Chris, seeing both women sharing his cum, Kelly’s sex still pressed full against her husband’s face. People cheered and laughed all around the room, and she abruptly reared up, gasping at the change in the angle of Shaun’s big cock in her sex, adding to the pressure on her G-spot. Ass twitching with her continuing orgasm, she turned her head, relieved when the young black man who had so thoroughly turned her into his slut was ready, kissing her passionately on the lips as he flexed his knees, thrusting somehow even deeper into her clenching sex.
Sharon was not the first woman Shaun had been able to enjoy at the party that night, though few he knew would argue if he said she was the best. When she had wandered through the ‘party room,’ an adventure that Dave and some of the other frat members had carefully managed without her ever noticing, Shaun had been enjoying the tight little pussy of her neighbor and friend, the fiery red head Madolen Mann. He had been furious when he heard that Dave and Samir had freelanced a ‘weekend retreat’ using their new pet Professor to ensnare the women in Sharon’s circle of friends at home almost exactly as they had the pretty blonde housewife. It had seemed an incredible risk, and one of the women had sworn at the outset that she was a lesbian. But it had worked out without a hitch… None of the women wanted it known that they were hooked on black cock, and all in fact were hooked… The bitchy bigoted Gowan woman had been the first to visit, not making it a week before she had knocked on the door of the frat, seeking another encounter with their skilled computer specialist.
He should not have been so surprised, he guessed… Some of Eller’s spite had been over her own prejudices, and that had turned out… Having enjoyed the woman’s mouth before they had put her on the wheel, he knew she was no longer an opponent of the BZ frat. He knew that Madolen was going to be another special woman, probably not the raw sexual dynamo that was Sharon Sobel, but then she had been helped along by the testosterone and by the fact that the frat had essentially had her at their mercy for the entire semester.
The knowledge that soon she would be back, earning them money and making her fine ass available whenever the itch arose, Shaun released the grip Dave had coached him in applying, another fun ‘party trick’ he was going to enjoy playing with his white housewife whore, and catching her narrow waist he began to really pound her. Sharon howled and somehow managed to climax on top of the climax she had been having since the moment he had first thrust himself into her. They had not been fucking for two minutes but Shaun had not dropped a load since Eller had gobbled one down before the party really started hours ago… He was more than ready. And Dave had been right… their little BZ Bitch had gotten herself fixed, somehow. He leaned down, smiling at the knowledge Sharon did not care if her cried drew Chris’ attention; she had no way of knowing Kelly had been carefully coached to make sure he did not see them.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he murmured, leaning over Sharon’s prone torso to nip her neck as he said it. His white housewife nodded her head, shimmying her ass and tilting it by way of welcome. Shaun tensed but backed out, drove in, backed out, repeating the short violent thrusts from half impaled to fully seated, reveling in the way her breath huffed out as he leaned down on her. Then he could not hold back any longer. Rearing back, he caught the fronts of her naked thighs, pulling her back almost completely off of the table as he held himself buried, pulsing into her still twitching, welcoming womb.
When he pulled out a minute later, carefully slipping a chair under Sharon’s barley conscious ass as she lay panting on the table top, he looked around, pleased that in the ‘chill room’ that they had decided to set up as well as the ‘party room’ that year so many couples were getting down. The roving cameramen were absent, but there were multiple redundant cameras in the shadowed ceiling, making sure that the frat had more and more leverage against anyone who might try to double cross them.
He waved a server, one of the sophomore BZ Bitches who had agreed to do such work for less time with her legs spread, over and selected two more flutes of champagne while Sharon recovered from her monstrous multiple orgasm. His first recognition she was ‘back to the land of the living’ was when she began to giggle quietly.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. She pointed at the screen across the room, which he did not understand. Sharon looked up at him, emptied one of the flutes of champagne, then giggled again, smiling at him as if her husband was not there in the same room with them.
“The song,” she shook her head, “Fireworks… I’d say that’s pretty appropriate.” He smiled and nodded, pleased that she could admit it so easily.
“Happy New Year, baby,” he answered, and Sharon blushed prettily. She glanced over, and was obviously relieved to find that Chris was snoring on the bean bag, his face shiny with Kelly’s glaze.
“Did you tell her to do that?” she asked, looking at him steadily, impressing Shaun once again. She was adapted to her role, and was taking what control that she could, and what pleasure she wanted. He shrugged, and settled for a half truth.
“I can’t take credit,” he told her, “Dave thought you should have some insurance in case he gets suspicious about how much time you spend at school, or about your new… skills,” Sharon seemed not to consider that they should have no real idea if Chris thought she had new skills, or if she was just pretending to be the naïve and uptight housewife she had been five months previous. “He figured this should keep your marriage equal if not safe… it’s a no fault state, so he could still leave you, I guess,” Sharon’s expression told him she was frightened of that thought, and he pressed home the message he wanted her to remember while still buzzed on champagne and weed and loose from having been fucked, “But you’ll always be a BZ Bitch; if the fool left you we’d ruin him and we’d still take care of you. Got it?” Sharon nodded a little tentatively, but that was all right. He smiled at her broadly,
“That was the best New Years Eve ever,” he told her honestly. Sharon blushed again, but nodded.
“How will we get him back to the room?” she asked. As if on cue, two of the football players appeared with a luggage rack and a cover. They almost gently moved Chris, still on the bean bag, and with the girls in tow left via the employee hallway less than three minutes after arriving. “I guess I should head up with them,” she said apologetically, “I don’t have a key of my own.” Shaun nodded.
“The biggest question tonight was you,” he told her honestly. Sharon paused.
“I don’t understand,” she frowned.
“You might have thrown a screaming fit,” he pointed out, “How did it feel seeing your husband screwing another woman.” Sharon shrugged.
“A nurse once told me you sleep with anyone your partner has ever slept with,” she said without really thinking about it, “So I’ve had my husband sleep with…” the number escaped her, and she had a sense she should be relieved by that. “I’ve slept with them, too,” she added, “So I guess he’s entitled to some fun.”
“Not many wives would say that,” Shaun goaded her.
“Not many wives are in my position,” Sharon answered. Shaun grinned.
“But more than there were a couple weeks ago.” She showed more anger about that then she had about Chris.
“What the fuck is that about?” she hissed, “I’m not enough for you,” although both knew she was not, really, “You wanted to ruin everyone I know?” Shaun shrugged, not admitting that he had not had a hand in Dave’s little housewife whore house plan.
“It’s not like they aren’t getting off,” he pointed out. That was always a good card to play, the ‘you came, stop whining’ card, his father had called it. Sharon offered a half smile.
“And I know I couldn’t just go back to not having it, either,” she admitted frankly, “But that doesn’t mean I wanted my friends to be in the same situation… or my ********.” Shaun held up his hands.
“Whoa. One Sobel BZ Bitch is plenty, so long as you keep letting me tap that fine ass,” he winked, “Looking forward to school resuming?” Sharon nodded, then leaned over, pecking him on the cheek and whispering a thank you before she left, without a backward glance, letting the suddenly attentive BZ member who appeared to be her ’guide’ shepherd her through the employee corridors to the back elevator. She half expected to repay his help with a blow job as the elevator rose, but he just smiled and wished her a Happy New Year, telling her the suite number she was looking for.
Sharon did not know whether to expect another BZ frat member to be waiting in the room, or Kelly, or both. She realized she had no key, and the thought of having to call the front desk was a bit embarrassing, but she was confident it would not be the first time it had happened.
Fortunately, the young men who had delivered Chris had left the security lock closed, keeping the door from closing. Sharon paused at the door, suddenly aware of how she must look, and that a load of Shaun’s jism was threatening to pour out of her still aroused seam. She pressed her hand against the front of her dress before she really thought about it, and not caring that someone might come into the hall and see her. She was almost dry, well, at least for her, Sharon mused with a crooked smile as she pushed the door open, though not for long. She swore she could feel the weight of his load pressing at her inner lips. How was she going to explain to Chris, she wondered, and why was she not angry that he had cheated on her for so long.
She paused inside the door, hearing nothing. She shut the door, trying to keep it totally quiet, then looked about, almost surprised that Dave was not hiding in a corner with his ubiquitous camera. With the suite lights turned down, she had no chance of seeing that the BZ had made sure she and Chris would be stars in the New Year’s production, with several vantages covered in each room, as well as more subtle coverage arranged in the bathroom.
Stepping into the bedroom, she found Chris sprawled on his back, pants and boxers at his knees, the bed beneath rumpled as if perhaps she and her husband had made love. Sharon said a silent thanks for the BZ thinking about the little things; she still was not sure whether she would say anything about what she had seen… Was not sure Chris would even remember in the morning.
She paused, looking at him, lying moth open, face glazed with Kelly’s honey, limp cock drooping to the side like a sad tired soldier. Suddenly, the proud housewife was embarrassed that she had not even kissed her husband for New Years. Impulsively, Sharon moved to the edge of the bed, but instead of climbing up to kiss Chris on the mouth, the thoroughly indoctrinated slut dropped to her knees, slurping her husband’s spent member into her mouth. She teased the underside with her tongue, then sucked gently, smiling as even unconscious Chris immediately began to respond. She kept at it for a minute, stopping before he was fully hard, relieved that she could get him up for them to have some fun, but once again aware that she needed to clean up, first.
She looked to the dresser where her weekender bag sat. She opened it with some curiosity, and smiled at the variety of lingerie and sexy underwear within. There was a pair of sweats and the choice of a team jersey or a BZ sweatshirt, and a skimpy string bikini, leaving her wondering if there was an indoor pool or a Jacuzzi or sauna in the hotel. She smiled, finding no robe, at the image of her wandering the halls in the tiny suit. Pressing a hand against her crotch as the first of Shaun’s load started to drool onto her inner thighs, Sharon grabbed a gauzy teddy and a matching pink thong and padded into the bathroom, kicking her heels off to the side of the doorway.
Thighs tight, which served to arouse her still sensitive clit at the same time that it kept more semen from escaping, the pretty blonde stepped into the bathroom, glad to find an oversized bubble tub. She paused, using the matching make up bag Kelly had undoubtedly packed, to quickly strip off her make up. She lifted her dress and sat on the cold white porcelain, emptying her bladder, which had begun to complain, then stood again, stretching languidly before stepping to the faucet at the edge of the tub. She bent to read the instructions, starting the water, which took long seconds to get hot. When it was hot, Sharon threw the switch and the tub started to fill.
She started to rise, gasping when a hand caught the small of her back, pushing her almost violently back against the edge of the tub. The hem of her dress was yanked from the level of her knee to her hip, and again, baring her naked ass.
“Mmmm,” Chris said, a hand sliding between her buttocks. Sharon froze, horrified at what he was going to find. “I can’t leave you hanging when you’re so hot,” he breathed in her ear, body against hers as his slimed hand caught the front of her thigh, anchoring her in place with both hands as he thrust into her from behind. Sharon moaned again, automatically, shimmying her hips like the practiced whore she had become. “Oh yeah,” Chris husked, encouraged by her response and increasing the tempo at which he was fucking into her. Sharon tilted her pelvis, maximizing the pleasure of his thrusts. Finding her balance, she brought her left hand up, pressing it against her mons, finger curling over her clit the way Dave had done earlier the day before. It was less pressure both from her finger and Chris’ driving cock, but it was enough that she quickly climaxed, crying out and pushing back at her husband.
“God, yes, baby!” she moaned, “Fuck me harder!” Chris complied, almost toppling his surprised wife into the filling tub. She let go of her sex to brace again with both hands, amazed for a moment that Chris had not gotten overexcited and cum at her climax. Then she remembered what she had seen. She bit her lip, delighted to have found something that would let her husband really fuck her… to carry her from one climax to the next. “Oh God!” she panted, “Oh God… So good… So good… Oh my God!” Sharon came again powerfully, mingled fluids pouring down her thighs, smearing Chris’ as he hammered at her, panting, proud as well of his stamina.
He blinked, trying to remember if Sharon had explained the tattoos on her back, which were more obvious in the well lit bathroom, compared to the dark bedroom where they usually made love. He blinked at a fragmentary memory of Kelly’s back… and Lisa’s, which were similarly adorned. He frowned, pace faltering as he tried to remember why he could remember seeing the young women’s naked backs.
“No, God, don’t stop,” Sharon groaned, pushing back against him, her hand once more pressed tight against her clit and mons. Instead, Chris backed up, slipping out of his wife’s dripping sex. He kept hold of her left hip, spinning her half around, and catching her waist with both hands, bodily moving Sharon before the sink. She squealed when her ass hit the cold marble edge of the sink, the sound rising as Chris stepped between her splayed thighs, driving his erection home in a single lunge. “Yes!” Sharon moaned, head dropping back, hips tilting, welcoming her husband’s thrusts. Chris leaned down, sucking hungrily on Sharon’s erect nipples through the fabric of her dress.
“You like it rough,” he panted, aware that as much as he wanted, he was coming to the edge of his own climax. Sharon nodded, complaining and curling one leg up, pulling him back inside of her when he backed out teasingly. Chris paused, half out of her twitching, dripping sex, and caught the edge of her dress, pushing it higher until Sharon lifted her arms, letting him strip her bare. “And no bra,” he waggled his eyebrows, “I’d say you wanted to seduce me.” Sharon giggled, twitching her pelvis where she was partially impaled, the sensation making Chris struggle, clenching his teeth to keep from cumming at that moment.
“Happy…” he slammed himself home, “New… Years… Baby!” he managed, delighted when Sharon shuddered and groaned in an obvious orgasm just as he began to erupt. Chris shouted in delight, thankful he had let Kelly talk him into inviting their friends to the hotel for New Years… it had been such a late decision he had expected everyone would already have plans. He did not dwell on that, though, too pleased at having been so successful fucking his wife.
Spent, he backed out, laughing as Sharon clenched her thighs together, embarrassed at what was leaking from her seam. He stepped back, leaning against the doorway.
“Want to come to bed for more celebration, baby?” Sharon giggled, pointing at the tub, which was dangerously near to overflowing.
“I need a bath, now,” she argued, “You naughty boy.” Chris shrugged, scooping the bottle of champagne that had been chilling on the bathroom counter and the flutes, padding naked from the waist down back to the bed. Sharon heard the pop and then the sound of her husband flopping onto the bed. She sank into the steaming water slowly, still not daring to relax her thighs, out of certainty at how much semen would leak from her if she did. She turned the bubbles on before she relaxed, lounging back and letting the too hot water erase the tensions from her body. She giggled at the thought that Chris and Shaun’s semen was going to be covering her entire body.
The thought triggered a familiar spark in her clitoris, and without really thinking about it, the blonde white wife masturbated to memories of all the men who had enjoyed her that day… Her men.
She reluctantly let the water out of the tub and began to towel dry as she headed for the bed, ready to see if Chris could get hard for a third time. She was not surprised to find him asleep. She was a bit surprised when the phone rang and he did not stir.
“Hello?” she picked up, tucking the towel around her in a wrap, stepping away from the bed.
“Did you have any of the champagne?” Dave asked her. Sharon looked at the open bottle and the half empty glass by Chris’ head.
“No,” she answered, “Why do you ask?”
“Where’s hubby?” Dave asked instead of answering.
“Sound asleep,” Sharon paused, “Happy New Year, but I’m going to turn in, too.”
“Did he have some champagne?” Sharon frowned.
“I think so… Why?” Dave chuckled.
“Great. Put some clothes on and come down to the party room.” Sharon blinked, remembering what she had seen happening there. She shook her head.
“I can’t. Chris might wake up.”
“Naw,” Dave argued, “He’s gonna sleep for awhile, now.”
“You drugged him?” Sharon was shocked, “He could die!”
“He won’t die,” Dave assured her, “I’ll send someone up to make sure he’s taken care of. But get your hot married ass down here or we’ll wake him up and show him what a little slut his wife has become…” Sharon hung up, wishing she could refuse, embarrassed that she was already getting hot again at what she knew was in store. She did not bother getting out new clothes, donning the teddy and the skimpy pink thong, and finding matching three inch pumps in the bag. She stepped into the corridor, not worrying when the door closed, and sauntered nearly naked to the service elevator where she had gotten off on the way up to their room, confident the boosters would be using the main elevators.
She paused in the plain service hall long enough to get oriented, and then followed the sound of the hip hop music, wondering just how she was going to spend the first morning of the new year…
***Next, chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas…
Well, that’s finally the end of Chapter 15... Apologies that it ran so long, and as ever, for the wait from segment to segment, but as I’ve said, real life gets in the way. To the devoted fans, I appreciate your patience, and hope this was a good read. I’m appending at the end here, because the handful of haters that feel compelled to post again about how awful this is, 15 chapters in, are so misguided and ridiculously angry I am pretending they simply don’t exist-- they certainly don’t need to be reading this.
As ever, RP, the pics were great motivation. And D, hope some of this was a surprise that fell into your idea of where Sharon is heading. Honestly Chris’ little performance was a surprise to me, too. It’s kind of fun when that happens. To those who’ve been so kind and encouraging, hope you enjoyed the teaser. The chapter was finished despite a lack of vacation time, because prep for a half marathon that has meant more time reading and less time writing while on the treadmill was delayed do to a broken toe!
I’m sure there are people scratching their heads, wondering about the BIG gap in the end of this segment… what happened to Sharon’s friends, you ask? Well, I had hoped someone would pick up that thread and provide a spin off story or series, as Scipio so graciously allowed of me after chapter 3... Their story, I suspect, will be quite a hot bit, but it’s not in Sharon’s direct arc, and I have more chapters to write about hopefully one of your favorite erotic heroines, so that chapter can wait for a bit… unless someone else wants to do it… On the LE site the ‘FinishTheDamnStory’ pieces have been interesting reads, and have been a staple along with the shorts of Ashson, and the pieces by StangStar06 and qualitywheat… there are others, but those have been solid posters of solid stories for some time now.
As to the end of the New Year’s orgy? I guess we’ll just have to wait until chapter 16 gets under way. It should be a shorter chapter, just covering the start of the year as a flashback and then about 3 days. 17 will be Valentines perhaps through Spring Break. And of course it’s basketball season, now, in Sharon’s world. Some threads got tied up in this chapter, but there are still some are out there, with one big change set to blow up in the next chapter, so patience, fellow erotica readers, Sharon will ride… or be ridden, again soon.
Pax, RA
Chapter 15D: the Ball
original story: Scipio
continued story: Rogue Alan
Part E
Sharon followed the course she had seen the others take, entering the big ballroom from a door near the dance floor. She moved away from the door, squinting from the flashing strobes, hearing assaulted by the sound as close as she stood to the speakers. She assumed Chris and the girls were dancing together, but could not see. It did not register that the crowd on the dance floor had changed… The music had changed, too, a pop hip hop fusion piece that was popular on the radio at that moment. ‘Bottoms Up’ had the crowd of dancers worked up as Sharon moved along the edge, trying to find her husband.
Abruptly a hand reached out from the dance floor, catching Sharon around the waist and literally lifting her into the dancing mass of people. Sharon gasped, looking up to find herself looking at Dave, who was bobbing his head in time with the music as he smiled down at her.
“You looked lost,” he said, leaning down to shout into her ear-- and to lick her neck, making her shiver-- when she shook her head that she could not hear.
“I’m looking for Chris,” she answered, having to shout as well. “He can’t see us doing this,” she added, even as her body seemed to fall into rhythm with Dave and the others dancing around them. “Someone will see!” she shouted in alarm. Dave looked around, and for the first time Sharon realized it was almost entirely students-- BZ frat members and their dates, she noticed. She looked up at the stage… it was the same band, but they were definitely playing different music.
She shuddered as her crotch banged against Dave’s, the bigger young man having pulled her against him firmly, grinding against her openly. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that escaped was a groan. She brought a knee up, welcoming the contact, the sudden memory of the big frat member fucking her publicly just a few hours before almost enough for her to get off. She shook her head, pushing away.
“I can’t!” she shouted, shaking her head, “I have to find Chris… where are the other boosters?” Dave pointed, “Some are sitting down watching… Most are in the next room watching the television.” Sharon nodded, accepting a kiss before working her way through the crowd of dancers in the way that Dave had pointed. She was not surprised or bothered that several masculine hands managed a grope or a teasing brush along her route, and she was impossibly hot, she realized, as she broke out of the far side of the dance floor and approached the cross door to the next ballroom.
She grabbed a flute of bubbling alcohol from the tray by the door and went through, relieved to find the other ‘adults,’ even as her body was screaming to go back to the dance floor and Dave. She pressed her thighs tight, willing her body to calm without any real gain. Swapping the glass for another, she moved along the edge of the room, looking for Chris. The big projection screen said she had ten minutes to find him. But she did not find Chris or the girls. She considered returning to the room where the kids were dancing, but knew that if she did that, the odds she would be taken right on the dance floor… and would welcome every thrust… were too good to risk.
Trying not to look too desperate, Sharon hurried down the hall, wondering if the girls had returned her husband to the banquet room. She heard Enrique Iglesias’ hit ‘Tonight’ in the big ballroom as she nearly ran into the room where people had been eating. The table were being efficiently broken down. One of the employees pointed the way she had come.
“There’s champagne in the ball rooms,” she told Sharon, “And we’ll have more snacks in the halls soon.” Sharon managed to nod her thanks, and started back into the hall. For some reason, though, she noticed the half open door along the wall of the banquet hall, in the same direction that the girls had led Chris. Ignoring the hotel employees who were working around her, Sharon went to the door. There was a corridor, with several doors along the left side, and she realized it was a sort of back channel for staff to bring food or drinks or chairs… anything without using the main hall. She saw that the door at the opposite end of the concrete floor and bare sheetrock hall was open slightly, with light flickering beyond it. She knew that was not the ball room, and could not remember seeing anyone coming or going from that hall during the party. She started forward, reasoning that if Chris and the girls were not in the other rooms, they might be there. Nearing the door, she saw shifting colored lights reflected in a haze of smoke that was leaking into the corridor, and a step before she entered, the source of the smoke registered:
Pot! She tried to stop, certain this was another party, and likely a party to be raided by the city or campus police force, but her reflexes were thoroughly degraded by the alcohol she had been tossing back for hours, so instead she stuttered to a stop a step inside the room.
“Close the door, bitch!” someone growled, and Sharon did without a second thought, Inside, the room was… it was hard to see all the way across, even though it was a much smaller room. Eyes watering, she realized she was soon going to be high, there was so much smoke. And then she realized she was almost panting in her anxiety over finding Chris and the girls. She struggled to focus, to take a slow, deep breath, even though that did not decrease the amount of the potent smoke curling insidiously through her airways, filling her lungs.
Sharon glanced around, blinking as she realized it was not just people getting high. To her left, a woman was on all fours, panting in time with the steady fucking she was receiving from a BZ brother Sharon knew but could not name at the moment; one of the basketball players.
“You like that, slut?” the man taunted, slapping the woman’s bare hip, and a moment later, a slurred voice answered,
“Yeah, daddy,” a moan interrupted as the man pounded fully into the woman’s sex, “God that’s so good… Give me your big black cock!” Sharon blinked, sure that her ears were playing a trick on her. She stepped farther into the room, looking in shock at the woman. It was Linda… Her friend. Her Married friend. Her married, prejudiced friend. “Fuck me!” Linda husked, “Do it, I’m cumming daddy!” and climax she did as Sharon watched in shock. Afraid of being noticed, Sharon stepped the other way, eyes wide, wondering if there was something hallucinogenic in the smoke she was still inhaling. Despite her shock at finding one of her friends cheating like that, the anxiety that had clutched at her heart from the moment Chris and Shaun had shaken hands eased. She looked to her right, relieved that it was a fellow BZ Sister, Diane, blowing another of the basketball players while Verel humped into her from behind. Looking to her left, following Verel’s gaze, Sharon realized the pair of jocks were somehow competing…
“Told you I’d get her off first,” the young man to Sharon’s left laughed.
“No fair,” Verel groused, “She’s as big a black cock slut as Sharon,” he winked at her as he said it, and Sharon felt a shiver of… pride? At the suggestion. “Switch me up and I’ll prove it, Freeman!” The pair pulled out of the respective women they had been fucking, slapping an easy high five as they passed in front of Sharon, Verel turning as he stepped past, and swatting Sharon playfully on the ass. The blonde housewife jumped, her pussy twitching as her clit spasmed, something that had been happening less often in the days after Christmas.
She watched, fascinated, as Verel caught Linda’s hips and sank fully into Sharon’s friends naked sex. Linda shuddered visibly, moaning through clenched teeth as the big jock began to pound her from the first stroke. Within a minute her body was shaking in an obvious orgasm. Verel shouted triumphantly, pulling out and spraying his load over Sharon’s friends bare back. And Linda whined, obviously not wanting it to end.
“Guess you just can’t make it last,” the frat member named Freeman taunted the heavier, older man playfully, “It’s okay, though, I can take care of both girls, right, Di?” The young BZ Bitch nodded, having just enjoyed a climax of her own. Freeman pulled out, “But we can’t leave our newest sluts hanging, can we?” It was Di’s turn to pout as the tall young man resumed his position behind Sharon’s friend. Sharon could not believe the whorish way Linda accepted the strange black cock… Mind reeling as they set about rutting like cats in heat, Sharon moved through the room, certain somehow it was all going to be some bizarre dream.
Instead, she found herself watching as Jennifer Gowan, her other clearly prejudiced friend, rode big Tom’s thick shaft on what looked like a bench from a weight room. As amazing as seeing her married friend eagerly humping on what Sharon knew was a grade A cock, an action that left her feeling admittedly jealous, the older woman was willingly… eagerly?! Sucking on another BZ member’s cock. Tom saw her and winked,
“You want to go for a ride, my favorite little Sister?” Sharon blushed, and knew that she really did want just that, but she could not imagine the tantrum Jen would throw if she interrupted her getting off like she obviously was.
“Save some for me for later, Tom,” Sharon batted her eyes, pleased at the eager nod she received from the big line man, “I’m looking for my…” she blinked, embarrassed at the suggestion that Chris would be in the room behaving like this… And though she knew it was wrong, she found herself almost wishing he was, so that she would be free to experience the pleasure she knew her BZ Brothers could provide.
She looked around, realizing her other friends could easily be enjoying themselves, too, as many women were in various positions with their faces obscured. But how had they started to cheat and cheat with Her BZ brethren, she wondered, ashamed to be aroused at the thought of mutual orgies, and horrified simultaneously that she had somehow ensnared them as she had allowed herself to become trapped into serving as… and enjoying being, a BZ Bitch.
She saw another divider door on the room’s far collapsible wall, partially open like the door into the service hall had been, and began to move for it, trying not to stare at the various impressive sex acts going on in the big room. She paused, seeing a larger group of frat members at a round table under a pair of bright lights. She moved that way, telling herself it was close to the door after all.
From her initial perspective, all that she could see were the pale white feet draped over one of the BZ members shoulders as he was obviously thrusting in and out of her sex. Sharon heard the feminine gasps, a mantra of ‘yes, yes, yes… fuck yes… fuck me, fuck me…’ coming from the lucky BZ Bitch. As the men shifted, Sharon was not surprised to see that her sister was wanking two of the BZ members to her sides. A bell chimed, and the man using her backed out, eliciting a pouting whine. The table was an oversized lazy susan, and the guys easily spun the supine woman clockwise one… two men, the new BZ member stepping into place and resuming the fucking the young woman was getting. She was obviously pleased about it, too, except that after a moment her cries of encouragement were muffled, and Sharon instinctively knew that a cock had been thrust into the other woman’s mouth.
Only when she was close enough that some of the guys not getting to take part noticed her, did Sharon realize she was watching Professor Eller getting thoroughly ganged.
“Lookie here,” Anquan, one of the BZ members who had helped to turn the dour hateful professor out for the frat said, “You want some of this action, Sharon?” Sharon bit her lip… her body felt like it was on fire, and she remembered acutely how she had felt after the things they had applied to her sex on Christmas night… that could not be a permanent thing, could it? She wondered briefly, but the concern was already gone, replaced by her escalating need, a need she knew Anquan and these other BZ Brothers could satisfy for her. But she shook her head,
“I’m looking for someone right now,” she managed, “But maybe I’ll come back later.” And Sharon realized as she spoke that she meant it… She could already imagine Chris sleeping in their suite while she came back down to get a good fucking.
“Well, you know you’re always welcome,” the big frat member leered, not bothering to point out that they could demand that she join in… The thought of having Sharon proned out atop the Professor, each eating the other out while being fucked at the same time was worth some consideration. But their pet English teacher and bestselling author was still getting special treatment. He smiled, amazed that a woman who had less than a semester threatened to fail him for sagging his shorts in her class had become such a complete slut for black cock in so short a time, and glad that ‘special treatment’ for the night meant getting her off as often as possible. He motioned for the guy fucking Nancy’s mouth and throat to back out, laughing when the move elicited a complaint from the sex crazed woman. “Hey, Prof,” Anquan taunted, “Look who’s here.” Nancy drunkenly raised her head, eyes fixed with lust on the movement of the big man thrusting steadily into her neatly shaven pussy, then almost reluctantly looking toward Anquan, who inclined his head. Sharon watched the woman’s dilated eyes turn to take her in.
She wanted to apologize to the woman who had been so vital in getting her to go back to school. And she blinked, wondering if the Professor had somehow been the means by which her friends, too, had been turned into black cock whores. Were Madolen and Dorothy being used in the same room? Sharon nearly abandoned her search for Chris to find out. The thought of Rhonda, whom she had always suspected to be a lesbian, being abused by the frat brothers… Even that mental image, though, triggered an incremental rise in Sharon’s arousal. She knew she could give her friend pleasure. She realized Professor Eller was smiling crookedly at her from her upside down position on the table.
“Happy New Year, Professor Eller,” she managed, and the guys roared with laughter.
“Thank you, Sharon,” Nancy groaned, back arching as whatever it was the man thrusting into her did triggered obvious pleasure, “Oh God, thank you! Yeah, daddy… like that… Don’t stop fucking me!” The bell rang, and as her English Professor begged for more cock, the men spun her and a new frat member slipped easily into her well stretched cunt.
Aware of her nearly unbearable need to cum, Sharon stumbled toward the door, praying she would manage to get into the next room before her urges overcame all reason. She paused at the door, which was ajar, seeing the if anything the next room was more heavily fogged with marijuana smoke. She stepped through, squinting to see through the heavy curtain of smoke that hung in the room. She heard the last repetition of the chorus of ‘Tonight’ which flowed into ‘More.’
Glancing to the source of the sound, she realized that there was a big projection television showing the main ballroom, where students were dancing, with the boosters partying in tables behind the dance floor. She was relieved, having half expected to see the orgy going on in the room she had just left being displayed for all of the guests. She shook her head, reminding herself this was a big annual event… she had toyed with bringing Chris down when she had read about it before enrollment, but given her… extracurricular activities having him visit her school had seemed a very dangerous thing, indeed. She was still surprised that the BZ were so involved, but guessed that because the boosters liked to see the athletes it made sense. The thought that two of the smaller ballrooms had been turned into a hot box and an orgy, though… she could not imagine anyone taking such risks.
She stared at the grainy picture, willing Chris and Kelly and Lisa to show themselves, and giggling that she was going to be completely stoned by New Years if she did not go back out into the hall. She glanced at the doors to the main hall, not surprised to find them completely closed, and looked back at the flickering poor resolution image of the party going on just a few doors away. Then a familiar giggle tore her attention away from the picture after several seconds.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” she heard Kelly say from somewhere in the smoky, dimly lit room. There were tables and she glanced from group to group, seeing BZ members talking and drinking and smoking, of course. She was relieved that it was not the over the top orgy going on next door, but if Kelly was there… Remembering what they had talked about on the drive back to campus, she wondered if her friend had decided to show Chris what it was like to get high.
There was another giggle, both Kelly and Lisa, Sharon thought, and she moved through the closest rows of the tall tables, seeing the scattered bean bags arrayed before another larger projection screen showing the orgy going on next door… the orgy through which she had just walked. Sharon whimpered, certain that her husband, lover, and fellow BZ sister were sitting somewhere that they could have just seen her walk through a scene out of Caligula. She almost could not make herself look at the various cushions, so certain she would find an outraged husband, demanding to learn just what was going on at the party.
She was more than a little surprised to see some of the boosters lounging in the overstuffed bag chairs that were a fixture in the union. She was less surprised to realize that there was a BZ Sister snuggled up with each single male booster… and as she looked across the room, she realized that ‘snuggled’ was a kind term… Several of her sisters had their heads buried in the laps of their ‘guests’ and were obviously offering blow jobs as the men watched the goings on next door.
Sharon moved to the edge of the room, staying behind the single row of bar tables that ringed the rows of began bags, willing Kelly to say something else. There was conversation in the room, and the music from the main ballroom, but fortunately, not the sounds from the orgy being broadcast on one wall of the smoke filled room. Sharon shook her head, once again wondering if she was dreaming. She struggled to ignore the various groans and moans rising from the arrayed bean bag chairs, mostly because part of her was desperate to have a cock in her mouth having seen what was happening. She glanced down, realizing she had her hand pressed hard against her crotch. She glanced about self consciously, glad that the lights were dimmed, the only real light coming from the movie sized image of her friends and professor as well as other women behaving like absolute sluts.
“Oh God that’s amazing…” Sharon whimpered before she could stop herself… That was Chris’ voice, and the tone… it was what he had said that first night when she had demonstrated her new oral skill.
“Mmmm, that’s a big cock, daddy,” Kelly’s voice, Sharon stepped clear of the space between the tables where she had stopped; the people at the tables looked at her, and she could not see what was happening. Although she already knew. Her heart was hammering as she moved past the next table then stepped forward again, bracing a hand against the empty table nearer the wall, glad that there were not BZ frat members or boosters there to see her react. Her breath caught, as she watched Chris lying splayed on a dark tan bean bag chair, his pants and boxers at his knees. Somehow she registered that there was a bong beside him, and that in fact it was her bong from the condo. Her husband’s eyes were glued to the screen, and she glanced up, realizing that it was not fixed camera angles… there were people with live cameras moving through the room. Had he seen her walking through? Seen the way Verel had… Sharon shuddered in horror. This could not be happening.
Her eyes moved back to the bean bag. Lisa was spooned up beside him, her hand teasing the base of his cock as Kelly’s head bobbed in his lap, her hand obviously toying with his balls. Sharon stopped breathing, even as she realized her nipples were impossibly hard, her sex literally dripping down her inner thighs as she watched her husband and lover having sex.
“Here, Lis’,” Kelly said, lifting her head, “He’s amazing… you have to try this.” Giggling, Lisa slithered around, never breaking contact with Chris’ body, an expert maneuver Sharon noted. Chris groaned again as both girls kissed the sides of his erection and then ran their tongues up and down his shaft. She bit her lip, one hand rising to tweak her aroused pierced nipple while the other pressed still harder at her hungry sex. She could tell the girls were toying with Chris… Kelly could have easily gotten him off by then if she had wanted.
Kelly moved up, pausing where she stood beside the chair, and shimmying her hips, pushing her panties to the floor. Sharon knew what was coming… part of her wanted to cry out to stop it, but she watched, entranced, and completely aroused, as her young lover and dance partner lifted her dress, murmuring, ’Show me how much you like it, daddy,’ and then straddled Chris’ face, knees sinking into the pliant sides of the chair as her bare sex dropped onto his face.
Sharon felt a pang of jealousy… Chris almost never bothered with oral anymore… although he always wanted her to perform, having discovered ’how good she was’ at it. Kelly caught the back of his head, pressing herself tight and throwing her head back, groaning theatrically like a good BZ Bitch. Lisa’s head went on bobbing, working Sharon’s husband like any other John at Go’s.
A few moments later, Sharon watched Kelly begin to jerk. A detached, clinical portion of her mind judging ‘faking it,’ even as the ego whined ’me me ME!’ Her hand was moving against the front of her dress, fingers pressed against her swollen, hungry clitoris. She was dimly aware that the music changed… Pink’s ‘Raise Your Glass’ beginning. Kelly was suddenly in full control of herself again, gasping, ‘Wait, wait, daddy…’ as she pulled back, giggling when Chris tried to again bury his tongue in her neatly trimmed seam. She let him, scooping a champagne flute from the small table Sharon had not seen on the far side of the chair, and deftly pouring it down her bare mons, the splashing liquid clearly making the young woman jump but getting to Chris’ tongue. Sharon watched her husband wildly slurp and suck at Kelly‘s sex. Kelly scooped up a second flute, carefully pushing Chris‘ forehead back again.
‘Wait a minute, daddy,’ she purred, ‘I want more of that cock.’ Sharon gasped, seeing that Lisa had grown bored with blowing her husband and was riding him, keeping his entire length inside of her as she rocked, watching he and Kelly. ‘No fair,’ Kelly slurred and then giggled, ‘You have to share him.’ Lisa pouted prettily but rose up off of Chris’ jutting cock. Sharon blinked, sure that he should have exploded by that point, under the arousing ministrations of two skilled young women. She idly wondered if marijuana could prolong lovemaking.
She watched the women , Lisa leaning on the bag beneath Chris’ spread legs while Kelly straddled Sharon’s husband, facing toward the other BZ Bitch. Bending at the waist, Kelly pressed her sex against Chris’ face, urging, ‘Push your nose into me, daddy! Suck my clitty.’ She arched her back sexily and mewled as Chris complied. Licking her lips, Kelly bent lower, still riding Sharon’s husband’s face as she and Lisa began to lick and kiss Chris’ cock together. Sharon’s hips shimmied as she imagined sharing her husband like that with Kelly… each girl took a turn slowly bobbing all the way down his length, sucking powerfully as they came up for air. Sharon bit her lip, sure that Chris would explode any second. It still had not occurred to her… she had watched Chris fucking another woman.
A bright flashing light drew her attention to the non-pornographic screen across the room. ‘10’ disappeared, followed by a ‘9’. She looked around, seeing people grabbing champagne flutes and loved ones, ready for the traditional New Year’s kiss. But Chris was still being devoured by her BZ Sisters. She realized a champagne flute had been set on the empty table beside her. Despite the rising murmur of voices and moans as women around the room attempted to get their men off at the stroke of midnight, Sharon heard a brief but similar noise… a zipper dropping. There was the ruffle of cloth, and a then hands expertly yanked her dress from the mid-point of her thighs, baring her ass in a single smooth jerk.
Sharon started to turn, horrified at the thought that Kelly would pull away from Chris and he would see her being taken by anyone else. The thumb that slipped easily into her boiling sex, though trapped her body and will. Her back arched, and she whined, her body twitching in an small preliminary orgasm. The man’s thumb was pinching forward, expertly trapping both her G-spot and her clit with his curled index finger. Sharon felt a flush as her pelvis seemed to explode. Muscles trained quickly after so many months working at sex responded as they had twice in the last week, and her fluids began to splash onto the industrial carpet as a thick, blunt cockhead butted against her sex above the intruding finger.
Sharon braced against both tables, no longer caring who saw, aware only that she needed to cum. Out of the corner of her eye she saw ‘3’ disappear.
“I thought you’d have guessed,” Shaun said behind her, never releasing the pressure on her sex that had her shivering and panting, “There’s no one who can replace you, little Bitch.” As he spoke, the big frat member sank his cock into her fully, holding himself there, reveling in the way his little white housewife writhed and moaned despite hubby being barely fifteen feet away from them. Sharon pressed back against the wonderful cock filling her up, pushing away from the occupied table to lean heavily on the empty table Shaun had appropriated for their drink.
“Bottoms up, little Bitch,” he coached, and not caring that half spilled down her chin, Sharon emptied the flute, the bubbly sensation somehow adding to the pleasure of her climax as Shaun’s continued manual pressure and his impaled cock brought her off. She looked across at Chris, seeing both women sharing his cum, Kelly’s sex still pressed full against her husband’s face. People cheered and laughed all around the room, and she abruptly reared up, gasping at the change in the angle of Shaun’s big cock in her sex, adding to the pressure on her G-spot. Ass twitching with her continuing orgasm, she turned her head, relieved when the young black man who had so thoroughly turned her into his slut was ready, kissing her passionately on the lips as he flexed his knees, thrusting somehow even deeper into her clenching sex.
Sharon was not the first woman Shaun had been able to enjoy at the party that night, though few he knew would argue if he said she was the best. When she had wandered through the ‘party room,’ an adventure that Dave and some of the other frat members had carefully managed without her ever noticing, Shaun had been enjoying the tight little pussy of her neighbor and friend, the fiery red head Madolen Mann. He had been furious when he heard that Dave and Samir had freelanced a ‘weekend retreat’ using their new pet Professor to ensnare the women in Sharon’s circle of friends at home almost exactly as they had the pretty blonde housewife. It had seemed an incredible risk, and one of the women had sworn at the outset that she was a lesbian. But it had worked out without a hitch… None of the women wanted it known that they were hooked on black cock, and all in fact were hooked… The bitchy bigoted Gowan woman had been the first to visit, not making it a week before she had knocked on the door of the frat, seeking another encounter with their skilled computer specialist.
He should not have been so surprised, he guessed… Some of Eller’s spite had been over her own prejudices, and that had turned out… Having enjoyed the woman’s mouth before they had put her on the wheel, he knew she was no longer an opponent of the BZ frat. He knew that Madolen was going to be another special woman, probably not the raw sexual dynamo that was Sharon Sobel, but then she had been helped along by the testosterone and by the fact that the frat had essentially had her at their mercy for the entire semester.
The knowledge that soon she would be back, earning them money and making her fine ass available whenever the itch arose, Shaun released the grip Dave had coached him in applying, another fun ‘party trick’ he was going to enjoy playing with his white housewife whore, and catching her narrow waist he began to really pound her. Sharon howled and somehow managed to climax on top of the climax she had been having since the moment he had first thrust himself into her. They had not been fucking for two minutes but Shaun had not dropped a load since Eller had gobbled one down before the party really started hours ago… He was more than ready. And Dave had been right… their little BZ Bitch had gotten herself fixed, somehow. He leaned down, smiling at the knowledge Sharon did not care if her cried drew Chris’ attention; she had no way of knowing Kelly had been carefully coached to make sure he did not see them.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he murmured, leaning over Sharon’s prone torso to nip her neck as he said it. His white housewife nodded her head, shimmying her ass and tilting it by way of welcome. Shaun tensed but backed out, drove in, backed out, repeating the short violent thrusts from half impaled to fully seated, reveling in the way her breath huffed out as he leaned down on her. Then he could not hold back any longer. Rearing back, he caught the fronts of her naked thighs, pulling her back almost completely off of the table as he held himself buried, pulsing into her still twitching, welcoming womb.
When he pulled out a minute later, carefully slipping a chair under Sharon’s barley conscious ass as she lay panting on the table top, he looked around, pleased that in the ‘chill room’ that they had decided to set up as well as the ‘party room’ that year so many couples were getting down. The roving cameramen were absent, but there were multiple redundant cameras in the shadowed ceiling, making sure that the frat had more and more leverage against anyone who might try to double cross them.
He waved a server, one of the sophomore BZ Bitches who had agreed to do such work for less time with her legs spread, over and selected two more flutes of champagne while Sharon recovered from her monstrous multiple orgasm. His first recognition she was ‘back to the land of the living’ was when she began to giggle quietly.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. She pointed at the screen across the room, which he did not understand. Sharon looked up at him, emptied one of the flutes of champagne, then giggled again, smiling at him as if her husband was not there in the same room with them.
“The song,” she shook her head, “Fireworks… I’d say that’s pretty appropriate.” He smiled and nodded, pleased that she could admit it so easily.
“Happy New Year, baby,” he answered, and Sharon blushed prettily. She glanced over, and was obviously relieved to find that Chris was snoring on the bean bag, his face shiny with Kelly’s glaze.
“Did you tell her to do that?” she asked, looking at him steadily, impressing Shaun once again. She was adapted to her role, and was taking what control that she could, and what pleasure she wanted. He shrugged, and settled for a half truth.
“I can’t take credit,” he told her, “Dave thought you should have some insurance in case he gets suspicious about how much time you spend at school, or about your new… skills,” Sharon seemed not to consider that they should have no real idea if Chris thought she had new skills, or if she was just pretending to be the naïve and uptight housewife she had been five months previous. “He figured this should keep your marriage equal if not safe… it’s a no fault state, so he could still leave you, I guess,” Sharon’s expression told him she was frightened of that thought, and he pressed home the message he wanted her to remember while still buzzed on champagne and weed and loose from having been fucked, “But you’ll always be a BZ Bitch; if the fool left you we’d ruin him and we’d still take care of you. Got it?” Sharon nodded a little tentatively, but that was all right. He smiled at her broadly,
“That was the best New Years Eve ever,” he told her honestly. Sharon blushed again, but nodded.
“How will we get him back to the room?” she asked. As if on cue, two of the football players appeared with a luggage rack and a cover. They almost gently moved Chris, still on the bean bag, and with the girls in tow left via the employee hallway less than three minutes after arriving. “I guess I should head up with them,” she said apologetically, “I don’t have a key of my own.” Shaun nodded.
“The biggest question tonight was you,” he told her honestly. Sharon paused.
“I don’t understand,” she frowned.
“You might have thrown a screaming fit,” he pointed out, “How did it feel seeing your husband screwing another woman.” Sharon shrugged.
“A nurse once told me you sleep with anyone your partner has ever slept with,” she said without really thinking about it, “So I’ve had my husband sleep with…” the number escaped her, and she had a sense she should be relieved by that. “I’ve slept with them, too,” she added, “So I guess he’s entitled to some fun.”
“Not many wives would say that,” Shaun goaded her.
“Not many wives are in my position,” Sharon answered. Shaun grinned.
“But more than there were a couple weeks ago.” She showed more anger about that then she had about Chris.
“What the fuck is that about?” she hissed, “I’m not enough for you,” although both knew she was not, really, “You wanted to ruin everyone I know?” Shaun shrugged, not admitting that he had not had a hand in Dave’s little housewife whore house plan.
“It’s not like they aren’t getting off,” he pointed out. That was always a good card to play, the ‘you came, stop whining’ card, his father had called it. Sharon offered a half smile.
“And I know I couldn’t just go back to not having it, either,” she admitted frankly, “But that doesn’t mean I wanted my friends to be in the same situation… or my ********.” Shaun held up his hands.
“Whoa. One Sobel BZ Bitch is plenty, so long as you keep letting me tap that fine ass,” he winked, “Looking forward to school resuming?” Sharon nodded, then leaned over, pecking him on the cheek and whispering a thank you before she left, without a backward glance, letting the suddenly attentive BZ member who appeared to be her ’guide’ shepherd her through the employee corridors to the back elevator. She half expected to repay his help with a blow job as the elevator rose, but he just smiled and wished her a Happy New Year, telling her the suite number she was looking for.
Sharon did not know whether to expect another BZ frat member to be waiting in the room, or Kelly, or both. She realized she had no key, and the thought of having to call the front desk was a bit embarrassing, but she was confident it would not be the first time it had happened.
Fortunately, the young men who had delivered Chris had left the security lock closed, keeping the door from closing. Sharon paused at the door, suddenly aware of how she must look, and that a load of Shaun’s jism was threatening to pour out of her still aroused seam. She pressed her hand against the front of her dress before she really thought about it, and not caring that someone might come into the hall and see her. She was almost dry, well, at least for her, Sharon mused with a crooked smile as she pushed the door open, though not for long. She swore she could feel the weight of his load pressing at her inner lips. How was she going to explain to Chris, she wondered, and why was she not angry that he had cheated on her for so long.
She paused inside the door, hearing nothing. She shut the door, trying to keep it totally quiet, then looked about, almost surprised that Dave was not hiding in a corner with his ubiquitous camera. With the suite lights turned down, she had no chance of seeing that the BZ had made sure she and Chris would be stars in the New Year’s production, with several vantages covered in each room, as well as more subtle coverage arranged in the bathroom.
Stepping into the bedroom, she found Chris sprawled on his back, pants and boxers at his knees, the bed beneath rumpled as if perhaps she and her husband had made love. Sharon said a silent thanks for the BZ thinking about the little things; she still was not sure whether she would say anything about what she had seen… Was not sure Chris would even remember in the morning.
She paused, looking at him, lying moth open, face glazed with Kelly’s honey, limp cock drooping to the side like a sad tired soldier. Suddenly, the proud housewife was embarrassed that she had not even kissed her husband for New Years. Impulsively, Sharon moved to the edge of the bed, but instead of climbing up to kiss Chris on the mouth, the thoroughly indoctrinated slut dropped to her knees, slurping her husband’s spent member into her mouth. She teased the underside with her tongue, then sucked gently, smiling as even unconscious Chris immediately began to respond. She kept at it for a minute, stopping before he was fully hard, relieved that she could get him up for them to have some fun, but once again aware that she needed to clean up, first.
She looked to the dresser where her weekender bag sat. She opened it with some curiosity, and smiled at the variety of lingerie and sexy underwear within. There was a pair of sweats and the choice of a team jersey or a BZ sweatshirt, and a skimpy string bikini, leaving her wondering if there was an indoor pool or a Jacuzzi or sauna in the hotel. She smiled, finding no robe, at the image of her wandering the halls in the tiny suit. Pressing a hand against her crotch as the first of Shaun’s load started to drool onto her inner thighs, Sharon grabbed a gauzy teddy and a matching pink thong and padded into the bathroom, kicking her heels off to the side of the doorway.
Thighs tight, which served to arouse her still sensitive clit at the same time that it kept more semen from escaping, the pretty blonde stepped into the bathroom, glad to find an oversized bubble tub. She paused, using the matching make up bag Kelly had undoubtedly packed, to quickly strip off her make up. She lifted her dress and sat on the cold white porcelain, emptying her bladder, which had begun to complain, then stood again, stretching languidly before stepping to the faucet at the edge of the tub. She bent to read the instructions, starting the water, which took long seconds to get hot. When it was hot, Sharon threw the switch and the tub started to fill.
She started to rise, gasping when a hand caught the small of her back, pushing her almost violently back against the edge of the tub. The hem of her dress was yanked from the level of her knee to her hip, and again, baring her naked ass.
“Mmmm,” Chris said, a hand sliding between her buttocks. Sharon froze, horrified at what he was going to find. “I can’t leave you hanging when you’re so hot,” he breathed in her ear, body against hers as his slimed hand caught the front of her thigh, anchoring her in place with both hands as he thrust into her from behind. Sharon moaned again, automatically, shimmying her hips like the practiced whore she had become. “Oh yeah,” Chris husked, encouraged by her response and increasing the tempo at which he was fucking into her. Sharon tilted her pelvis, maximizing the pleasure of his thrusts. Finding her balance, she brought her left hand up, pressing it against her mons, finger curling over her clit the way Dave had done earlier the day before. It was less pressure both from her finger and Chris’ driving cock, but it was enough that she quickly climaxed, crying out and pushing back at her husband.
“God, yes, baby!” she moaned, “Fuck me harder!” Chris complied, almost toppling his surprised wife into the filling tub. She let go of her sex to brace again with both hands, amazed for a moment that Chris had not gotten overexcited and cum at her climax. Then she remembered what she had seen. She bit her lip, delighted to have found something that would let her husband really fuck her… to carry her from one climax to the next. “Oh God!” she panted, “Oh God… So good… So good… Oh my God!” Sharon came again powerfully, mingled fluids pouring down her thighs, smearing Chris’ as he hammered at her, panting, proud as well of his stamina.
He blinked, trying to remember if Sharon had explained the tattoos on her back, which were more obvious in the well lit bathroom, compared to the dark bedroom where they usually made love. He blinked at a fragmentary memory of Kelly’s back… and Lisa’s, which were similarly adorned. He frowned, pace faltering as he tried to remember why he could remember seeing the young women’s naked backs.
“No, God, don’t stop,” Sharon groaned, pushing back against him, her hand once more pressed tight against her clit and mons. Instead, Chris backed up, slipping out of his wife’s dripping sex. He kept hold of her left hip, spinning her half around, and catching her waist with both hands, bodily moving Sharon before the sink. She squealed when her ass hit the cold marble edge of the sink, the sound rising as Chris stepped between her splayed thighs, driving his erection home in a single lunge. “Yes!” Sharon moaned, head dropping back, hips tilting, welcoming her husband’s thrusts. Chris leaned down, sucking hungrily on Sharon’s erect nipples through the fabric of her dress.
“You like it rough,” he panted, aware that as much as he wanted, he was coming to the edge of his own climax. Sharon nodded, complaining and curling one leg up, pulling him back inside of her when he backed out teasingly. Chris paused, half out of her twitching, dripping sex, and caught the edge of her dress, pushing it higher until Sharon lifted her arms, letting him strip her bare. “And no bra,” he waggled his eyebrows, “I’d say you wanted to seduce me.” Sharon giggled, twitching her pelvis where she was partially impaled, the sensation making Chris struggle, clenching his teeth to keep from cumming at that moment.
“Happy…” he slammed himself home, “New… Years… Baby!” he managed, delighted when Sharon shuddered and groaned in an obvious orgasm just as he began to erupt. Chris shouted in delight, thankful he had let Kelly talk him into inviting their friends to the hotel for New Years… it had been such a late decision he had expected everyone would already have plans. He did not dwell on that, though, too pleased at having been so successful fucking his wife.
Spent, he backed out, laughing as Sharon clenched her thighs together, embarrassed at what was leaking from her seam. He stepped back, leaning against the doorway.
“Want to come to bed for more celebration, baby?” Sharon giggled, pointing at the tub, which was dangerously near to overflowing.
“I need a bath, now,” she argued, “You naughty boy.” Chris shrugged, scooping the bottle of champagne that had been chilling on the bathroom counter and the flutes, padding naked from the waist down back to the bed. Sharon heard the pop and then the sound of her husband flopping onto the bed. She sank into the steaming water slowly, still not daring to relax her thighs, out of certainty at how much semen would leak from her if she did. She turned the bubbles on before she relaxed, lounging back and letting the too hot water erase the tensions from her body. She giggled at the thought that Chris and Shaun’s semen was going to be covering her entire body.
The thought triggered a familiar spark in her clitoris, and without really thinking about it, the blonde white wife masturbated to memories of all the men who had enjoyed her that day… Her men.
She reluctantly let the water out of the tub and began to towel dry as she headed for the bed, ready to see if Chris could get hard for a third time. She was not surprised to find him asleep. She was a bit surprised when the phone rang and he did not stir.
“Hello?” she picked up, tucking the towel around her in a wrap, stepping away from the bed.
“Did you have any of the champagne?” Dave asked her. Sharon looked at the open bottle and the half empty glass by Chris’ head.
“No,” she answered, “Why do you ask?”
“Where’s hubby?” Dave asked instead of answering.
“Sound asleep,” Sharon paused, “Happy New Year, but I’m going to turn in, too.”
“Did he have some champagne?” Sharon frowned.
“I think so… Why?” Dave chuckled.
“Great. Put some clothes on and come down to the party room.” Sharon blinked, remembering what she had seen happening there. She shook her head.
“I can’t. Chris might wake up.”
“Naw,” Dave argued, “He’s gonna sleep for awhile, now.”
“You drugged him?” Sharon was shocked, “He could die!”
“He won’t die,” Dave assured her, “I’ll send someone up to make sure he’s taken care of. But get your hot married ass down here or we’ll wake him up and show him what a little slut his wife has become…” Sharon hung up, wishing she could refuse, embarrassed that she was already getting hot again at what she knew was in store. She did not bother getting out new clothes, donning the teddy and the skimpy pink thong, and finding matching three inch pumps in the bag. She stepped into the corridor, not worrying when the door closed, and sauntered nearly naked to the service elevator where she had gotten off on the way up to their room, confident the boosters would be using the main elevators.
She paused in the plain service hall long enough to get oriented, and then followed the sound of the hip hop music, wondering just how she was going to spend the first morning of the new year…
***Next, chapter 16: Who Says What Happens in Vegas…
Well, that’s finally the end of Chapter 15... Apologies that it ran so long, and as ever, for the wait from segment to segment, but as I’ve said, real life gets in the way. To the devoted fans, I appreciate your patience, and hope this was a good read. I’m appending at the end here, because the handful of haters that feel compelled to post again about how awful this is, 15 chapters in, are so misguided and ridiculously angry I am pretending they simply don’t exist-- they certainly don’t need to be reading this.
As ever, RP, the pics were great motivation. And D, hope some of this was a surprise that fell into your idea of where Sharon is heading. Honestly Chris’ little performance was a surprise to me, too. It’s kind of fun when that happens. To those who’ve been so kind and encouraging, hope you enjoyed the teaser. The chapter was finished despite a lack of vacation time, because prep for a half marathon that has meant more time reading and less time writing while on the treadmill was delayed do to a broken toe!
I’m sure there are people scratching their heads, wondering about the BIG gap in the end of this segment… what happened to Sharon’s friends, you ask? Well, I had hoped someone would pick up that thread and provide a spin off story or series, as Scipio so graciously allowed of me after chapter 3... Their story, I suspect, will be quite a hot bit, but it’s not in Sharon’s direct arc, and I have more chapters to write about hopefully one of your favorite erotic heroines, so that chapter can wait for a bit… unless someone else wants to do it… On the LE site the ‘FinishTheDamnStory’ pieces have been interesting reads, and have been a staple along with the shorts of Ashson, and the pieces by StangStar06 and qualitywheat… there are others, but those have been solid posters of solid stories for some time now.
As to the end of the New Year’s orgy? I guess we’ll just have to wait until chapter 16 gets under way. It should be a shorter chapter, just covering the start of the year as a flashback and then about 3 days. 17 will be Valentines perhaps through Spring Break. And of course it’s basketball season, now, in Sharon’s world. Some threads got tied up in this chapter, but there are still some are out there, with one big change set to blow up in the next chapter, so patience, fellow erotica readers, Sharon will ride… or be ridden, again soon.
Pax, RA
