Original story: Nick Scipio
Continuation: RogueAlan
Chapter 15B: Mistletoe
Sharon tried to remember what day it was, much less what time. She had barely gotten any down time from the moment Kelly had called her Thursday while she had been getting groceries. Any thought of some fruits and veggies or a more substantial meal than the yogurt and granola bars she had grabbed along with the ‘requisites’ had gone out the window… Kelly had informed her Go needed them working Thursday from opening to closing, since they ‘wouldn’t be able to work’ on Friday.
Any curiosity about what that had meant was lost as her week had degenerated into a seemingly unending sexual performance. She and Kelly had arrived at Snake Eyes before noon. Before they had ever taken a turn on stage, Sharon had found herself in the champagne room, entertaining. It was irregular, as was the clipped almost guttural accent of the man rutting into her, but as she arched her back, urging him on, demanding that he ‘fuck her harder’ she realized it was not an accent that she had not heard recently.
When she had finished getting her apparent admirer off, she had unselfconsciously wandered naked into the common changing room. While touching up her make up, she had asked Amelia, who was changing after finishing a set about the strange accent.
“Dunno,” the painfully thin young black woman had shrugged, “There’ve been a lot of Aussies this month.” Sharon nodded-- she had assumed it was related to a joint operation at the nearby army base, and that accent wasn’t as peculiar. “Oh,” Amelia snorted, after a moment, “You mean that Afrikaner? He wouldn’t give me the time of day, but most of them are racist bastards,” she shrugged, “Guess he liked slumming coming here… I’m kind of surprised Go didn’t have someone beat his prejudiced ass.”
“Afrikaner?” Amelia looked at Sharon in surprise, “Yeah… white from South Africa.”
“Oh,” Sharon remembered the battles over aparteid, when she had been newly married. “Why would someone like that come here?” Amelia shrugged.
“Maybe he wanted to try to win you away from the dark side.” Both women had laughed at that.
“Well, if that was his goal, let’s just say he left me wanting.” Amelia giggled at that. Sharon smiled, selecting another thong and bra set, which she had barely donned before being recalled to the Champagne room and another ‘personal dance.’ She had learned in the prior weeks to leave the bag with the dwindling supply of the lotion in the drawer at her station, and deftly applied it to her clit after every second or third ‘guest.’ The day was busier than past night had been, and Sharon had finished four trips to the champagne room before she and Kelly had danced a set. Afterwards, when she had started to head onto the floor with Kelly, who’d been ordered to ‘circulate’ by one of Go’s runners, she had been pointedly informed she was ‘already booked,’ the smarmy young runner pointing back toward the blue lit room.
It had been an almost uninterrupted string of eager partners, most of whom said little but stared at her as if she was some rare zoo exhibit. More than one mumbled something about ‘not believing it was happening,’ and several had paused after finishing, asking for an autograph on a DVD or magazine. Though horrified to see pictures of herself in glossy print, Sharon had managed to sign without letting on she was surprised, and had managed to calm herself, after seeing the pictures were all with the mask on or at such an angle her face was not visible.
There had been an increasing number of Caucasians visiting her in the blue room, but until Thursday night, after the discussion with Amelia, Sharon had not really thought about it. Looking around while making the right noises and moving just so, she had realized it as not all of the girls serving more white customers… just her. And with the sudden attitude change and the requests for her to sign things, she had realized before the end of their shift on Thursday what was happening… she had new fans based on her appearing on television.
She had wondered just who could have so much money they would fly to the middle of the country… many obviously from other countries, just to have sex with her. And she had been frustrated… many didn’t last as long as her husband, and few were larger than Chris. Panting after she had gotten him off close to midnight, one balding, obese man wiped at his brow, beaming at her.
“Thank you so much,” he enthused, “You’re amazing… I never thought I’d… Well, I mean… but then I saw you… and I read how you do ‘fuck a fan.’ I just can’t thank you enough.” Sharon had told the obviously timid man he’d ‘been amazing’ and had thanked him before apologizing that she needed to go freshen up before someone else wanted some attention. Instead of becoming angry or wondering if he had left her wanting, the man had bobbed his head, backing away from the seat where they had been rutting, forgetting to zip up until the room’s glowering bouncer had pointed it out.
Head spinning, Sharon had rushed down the opposing hall, past the dressing room, to Go’s office. He had not been in when she burst in, so Sharon had stepped up, scanning through the mirrored one way glass until she had seen him, handling the crowd, which that night included keeping the small party of obvious outsiders that were secluded near one end of the long stage, as well as the frowning nearby regulars happy.
She had paused long enough to don a fresh bra and panty set, as well as a flimsy shawl before rushing past the waiting runner and out onto the floor.
Her appearance had triggered whistles and cheers from everyone, but especially the knot of anxious white men who had been ogling Glory’s routine. Ignoring them all, she had stormed up to Go, barely keeping her voice down as she caught the bolo tie he had been wearing, tugging ineffectually in an effort to get his ear closer.
“I Don’t Fuck Fans,” she had growled. Go had calmly taken the short fat black cigar from his lips, leering at her.
“Really? Seems to me you’ve been doing that here since day one.” Sharon blushed but did not back down.
“You know what I mean. This is… I can’t… You don’t seriously expect me to… They’re not even any good at it,” she had seethed, only the last comment getting the big club owner moving. Swatting her bare hip sharply, he had turned to the staring crowd of her ‘fans,’
“Sorry, gents, the little filly wants some special attention from ol’ Go,” he had winked, moving them both toward the hallway, “I’ll try to leave enough for you to enjoy. Hang on to those numbers.” The friendly façade was gone before the opaque curtain hiding the darkened hallway had stopped closing behind them; Go’s enormous hand caught the back of Sharon’s neck and the club owner casually tossed the woman less than half his size against the wall, stepping forward as he did, “You dumb cunt, you think you can…” Sharon’s response was not what he expected from the helplessly trapped white wife. It was not what Sharon would have ever considered doing. Spinning back, amplifying the bounce from the wall, she lashed out, clawing at Go’s eyes while the same side knee came up impossibly fast. Go’s head snapped back, Sharon’s painted nails tangling in his beard, pulling several hairs and causing a lingering sting that was almost eclipsed as her knee hammered against his inside thigh. The force of her counter was spent, so that there was no real pain when she shifted higher against his crotch.
“Bastard!” she hissed, starting a second swing with her free hand, Go having caught hold of the right, the fingers still tangled in her beard. Though accustomed to violence, and comfortable with it, the club owner was also wise enough not to react like the ego driven monkey mind that seems to rule all men from 15 to 25 was urging. Taking a deep breath, he spun the irate woman away from him so she could not try to land a second knee. He dropped his arm, effectively clothes lining her with her own arm, and frog marched her to his office, glad that he could get there without going past the dressing room.
Sharon kicked and scratched the entire way, her grunts and aborted cries for help muted when Go lifted her arm, pinning the crook of her elbow over her mouth. He didn’t release her, even after he’d gotten safely into the office, throwing the seldom used bolt on the sound insulated door. The married white wife went on struggling for nearly three minutes before she began to calm. By then, Go was smiling in amusement at the spirit she had shown. Sharon was without a doubt full of surprises.
As soon as he sensed her tantrum was done… or at least that she was out of energy, the big club owner spun her away from him and into the heavy leather chair positioned in front of his desk. Careful that he knew where her knees were, in case she had been shamming, he advanced, using his own knee to pin her just short of painfully in the seat. He held himself there, glaring down until the helpless dancer looked up at him. Even then, it was fury and defiance he saw, not fear or deference.
“Are you going to do something stupid again?” he asked, conversationally. After several short breaths, Sharon managed to shake her head. “So I can let go and sit down and we’ll talk.” Not a question. Sharon just glared. He let go, circled his desk, then sat, leaning back expressively, emphasizing he was not threatened or a threat. “Care to tell me what that was about?”
“You threw me into the wall, asshole!” Sharon’s voice was flat. Go pursed his lips… velvet or steel?
“You were putting my business at risk,” he answered with the same neutral tone. “I can’t have that from anyone… Especially when you’re the one making the natives restless.”
“Bullshit,” she paused, then shook her head, “What are you talking about?”
“You’re the one trying to be the next Sasha Blue,” he answered, “Get that nice award for being the best new piece of ass on tape, and suddenly you’ve got a booming fan business.”
“So I gathered,” Sharon said sourly, “Like I asked for any of it… I hadn’t even realized until tonight what was going on.” Go snorted derisively, “I’m serious,” she growled, “The last asshole mentioned my fucking fans… I don’t fuck fans.”
“Well, that would be debatable,” Go shrugged, “I can assure you the guys who enjoy you are your fans.” He shook his head in growing amusement, “So until that last fat turd you hadn’t noticed you’ve been more… popular? What about the Aussies?”
“Who goes on vacation to fuck strange women?” Sharon’s naivete was obvious, even after months working her ass as a BZ Bitch. “I just thought it was some joint operation thing at the base… You know, like those Russians who were in around Halloween.” Go nodded-- if she was lying she was a world class sociopath, which meant she was not lying.
“So you want me to tell your… chaperones that you don’t want to do what they expect you to do?” Sharon paled slightly and shook her head ‘no.’ “I didn’t think so. There’s lots of guys clamoring to get inside of you,” Sharon shuddered, “I’d be a fool not to take advantage of it. And I’m no fool.” He had dropped his feet at the time and leaned over his desk, “Which brings us to that little outburst when we went into the back,” he stared at Sharon, hard. She did not quail as he had expected. “That cannot happen again. I won’t put up with it. You remember Palomino?” Sharon bit her lip but nodded after a beat. “Good. There isn’t anyone who can put this business at risk without there being consequences. If it means dragging you home and fucking you on the island in your kitchen… making you beg me for it while hubby watches, that’s what I’ll do. Do you understand me?” Sharon’s face was ashen. She swallowed and nodded. “Good. I’d hate to lose a spitfire like you… You’re going to go far little Mrs. Synn.” Sharon opted not to argue, merely nodding, which Go took as a good sign.
“Besides,” he could not keep from teasing her, “What was your last straw out there? That they do not get you off?” Sharon blushed, but managed a nod. “Well, that’s a lesson for you, too… And it’s news to me, ‘cause you’ve been convincing everyone of them they’re the first stud to ever make you cum. So you’re doing good. I’ll see if we can’t find someone to volunteer to make sure you cum before you go home, all right?” Without really thinking about it, Sharon had nodded. She was aware suddenly then that she was almost impossibly horny… If Go just pushed it inside of her she’d…
“You could take care of me right now,” she heard herself say, fingers playing with her aroused nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. He chuckled.
“Oh, that’s tempting, little one, but there’s a table full of guys you have to get off before our regulars take offense at the visiting team. Now go out there and shake that fine ass.” After she had obediently left his office, Go opened an unlocked drawer in his desk, and carefully retrieved the small bag of tablets that was kept carefully hidden behind a false back. He separated a pair, called for a margarita rocks, and after crushing the tabs carefully stirred them into the drink before carrying it down and setting it at Sharon’s station with a note on which he had scrawled, ‘To one of my favorite girls, keep up the good work’ and was signed with his heavy ‘Go.’
Sharon had returned from getting the next visiting fan off a few minutes later. Having had nothing to eat, she wrote the spins she got almost immediately off as being just the tequila. Though staying focused to put on her best performance was more difficult with the next mousy fan, she was delighted to find that it felt good as he thrust into her… in fact, by the time he stiffened, finishing up in the requisite condom, she was on the edge of her own orgasm, and managed a small climax by pressing her sex almost savagely against the hapless man’s pubic bone. The man was blushing fiercely by the time her shudders had subsided, and seemed delighted at the experience, hastily tucking a $100 bill into her bra, which had remained on through the act.
Instead of being sated by her pleasure, Sharon found herself in almost desperate need of more, and had rushed to be ready for the next ‘guest.’ She had entertained not just the men flying hundreds and thousands of miles to visit her, but the men enjoying other dancers in the champagne room the way she moaned and thrashed, welcoming the stranger’s thrusts. Her arousal built with each successive fan, and when Go’s runner had come to tell her it was time to get ready for the set with Kelly, the drug addled, lust hazed housewife had nearly refused.
Instead, she had stripped down more quickly than the pair usually did, and by the middle of the second song was atop the smaller younger woman. After energetically grinding their sexes together into the final chorus, Sharon had managed a handstand, levering her torso up by anchoring her heels high over head on the pole, plunging her face into Kelly’s bare sex. Sucking and licking hungrily, she had voraciously eaten the younger woman while fingering her own insatiable sex, hips bucking and gyrating in time with the third song. Unable to keep her concentration at the actual sexual advance, poor Kelly had been reduced to panting, moaning, and trembling by the song’s end. While the crowd went wild, Sharon had wiped her young lover’s juices from her face and had licked her lips suggestively as one of the bouncers slipped up onto the stage and carried Kelly into the back.
The girls who had been working the floor had been watching in shock and arousal, and there were silent stares from those getting ready to dance when Sharon sauntered into the dressing room. Looking around, she had asked pointedly if someone else wanted her to ‘dance with her’ that night, but before anyone could take her up on the slurred offer, she had been notified that another ‘fan’ was ready for her.
Sometime during that coupling, as she was screaming she was cumming again and demanding the flabby middle aged man fuck her harder, it was as if Sharon’s rational mind simply shut off. She was still moving, moaning, begging for more, and thrusting hungrily at the series of guests and regulars who lined up to enjoy the especially hot housewife that night. The six men who had still been awaiting their turn with the new discovery insisted to Go or his bouncers as they were safely escorted out to their cars that she had been the best they had ever met. And aside from the time it took to clean up, touch up, and don new lingerie, Sharon was a fixture in the blue room until nearly an hour after the club closed at 2.
She hungrily sucked at the succession of strange cock, and eagerly fucked man after man, thanking each with a broad lazy smile as she lay on the cushion when they finished and pulled out. She even interacted with the other girls, who had no idea the nympho housewife had received some pharmaceutical encouragement. Some wondered at how obviously aroused she was, having sex with so many men. Glory rolled her eyes when the insatiable white wife insisted that every one of her ‘guests’ was a ‘stud’ that night, telling Sharon she could drop the act outside the blue room.
After an especially aggressive coupling with one of the club’s regulars, who had decided he needed to ‘remind the slut why she danced there,’ Sharon gushed to the other girls how much ‘she loved them.’ It left the more experienced strippers skeptical until Sharon caught hold of Kelly, giving her a passionate kiss.
Go had wisely cancelled Sharon and Kelly’s last sets. The younger coed was still rattled thirty minutes after Sharon had given her a screaming orgasm on the stage in front of a couple hundred strangers, and the kiss sent her spinning once again… At least she did not balk at working in the Champagne room after that, though. Of course, there were fewer guests interested in enjoying her that night, and she had been wandering the club, offering the occasional lap dance, until close. When she began to ask when Sharon would be done in the Champagne room at about 2:30, Go had guided the young coed back to the dressing room and had quietly insisted that Kelly take Sharon’s Range Rover and go home, assuring the young BZ Bitch he would see to it Sharon got home when she was through.
He had been true to his word, in a manner of speaking. The second tier of six men were finished with the BZ prize bitch just before 3AM. There had also been three regulars, two of whom had been less than thrilled at the ‘poachers’ as they had termed the increasing stream of outsiders interested in balling Sharon. Go had been carefully keeping the visitors numbers down… never more than four in a night, and since the newly voracious housewife was taking easily ten men in a shift, it had not been a problem, but he had come up against the simple fact that when school ended for the semester Sharon would be going home, and he had opted to maximize the greater income shopping her out as a star brought.
He smiled, watching the still aroused housewife masturbating in the seat beside him as he drove her home in his Cadillac XLR. She had not hesitated a moment, sauntering to the low slung sports car in just a fresh set of ‘Snake Eyes’ thin cotton racerback bra and thong panty. She held her clothes and purse in one hand, along with a second bag with more of the bras and panties. Sharon had no way of knowing why… she was not really aware what she was carrying, only that she was impossibly horny and needed cock. Belatedly realizing Go was in the car, she had without a word slipped the shoulder strap off of her belt, fingers scrabbling at his jeans before she sucked his rising cock into her mouth, sucking at him fervently until he had pulled up before her unit in the apartment complex just off campus.
There had already been a car waiting, and Go was slightly put off… he had been clear in his instructions to the men wanting the ‘special’… they were to park away from her place and walk to their appointment. The feigned bravado of her first appointment wilted under Go’s harsh glare, and the man agreed to park elsewhere and return, although Go was unsure whether he would really be back. It helped, he had decided later, than Sharon had strutted up the short walk and was leaning against the doorframe, playing with herself. Smiling at the sexy image, Go had snapped several photos before guiding the endlessly aroused housewife into her apartment… It was good they were getting back so late… none of her neighbors had been privy to the impromptu show.
Go had proceeded to enjoy the married slut draped over the couch, splayed out on the kitchen table, and on her bed, relieved that it was not the demanding, almost intimidating woman he had last banged in his office a week before, but a responsive, multi-orgasmic woman always begging for more. He knew the real Sharon would be back in a few hours, but having her more pliable was crucial to pleasing her fans.
He had managed to finish a few moments after there was a knock on the door, and had left Sharon in a semblance of the doggy style position, ass high, head on her pillow, as he sauntered out, zipping up as he went, to let her admirer in. He was glad he had scheduled the first visitor for forty five minutes instead of thirty, since it had taken an extra fifteen minutes for the stranger to park and return. Sharon did not come out of the bedroom, dutifully changing at Go’s instruction into fresh undies before each guest arrived, the used garments having gone with her fans as souvenirs. Go sat watching SportsCenter in the front room, then watched the early morning news as a final 5 men took a turn with the world famous housewife whore. The last thanked Go effusively as he left. Go chuckled… none of the men had lasted 20 minutes with Sharon.
Having watched some of the porn DVD’s littering the small entertainment center, he had determined where some of the hidden cameras were positioned. Winking at the camera set over the fireplace mantle, he had counted out the tips the men had left, kept his cut, and tucked the rest into the tin of weed on the mantle. He guessed Dave would collect at least some of Sharon’s bonus, which did not really matter to him.
Poking his head into the bathroom, he grinned… The room reeked of sex. Sharon looked little different from the position he had initially left, her, except she was turned across the bed. Eyes closed, she was fingering her still wet sex, hips undulating slightly. Shaking his head, he closed the door, checking his watch… ten hours ‘switched on’ had to be more than just the E… Sharon truly was insatiable when her inhibitions were unchecked.
He opened his phone, dialing a number as he checked that the front door was locked. The line was picked up as he climbed into the luxury sports car. It was not ideal for the snowy roads he faced, but he knew how to drive and the car was sexier than his old Jeep.
“You freelancing our girls now?”
“Hey, Shaun,” Go liked the younger man; he was sharp, and never missed an angle. Of course, Go had not been successful by being a lightweight. “If Dave had not mentioned this to you, there would have been a BZ welcoming party before the first guy was done.”
“Maybe just me,” Shaun’s calm assurance reminded Go of the way he did business.
“I think that would have been sufficient,” he agreed.
“Someone would have been there for sure.” There was a pause, and Go could imagine the man who had ensnared Sharon watching her on a monitor somewhere. “She do it all on her own?” Go snorted.
“Mostly… She had a little help, but if you can see what she’s doing now…” Shaun did not confirm or deny. “Well, there’s no way that’s all little helpers. She’s a flat out grade A sex junky, she just hides it most of the time, even from herself.”
Shaun could not argue about that. And he was not really angry about the big club owner whoring her out as he had… Doing fans at the apartment, meant they had it on film, and Go had insisted each of the men sign a waiver including rights to ‘any images’ before they had gotten to enjoy themselves. Those had been tucked into the chip box opposite the weed on the mantle.
“Did you leave a waiver, too?”
“What? Shit, sorry… I’ll drop one by the frat.” The club owner had forgotten that using Sharon in her apartment would have been on tape, even when he was the one fucking her. He smiled at the knowledge he would soon be seen by God knew how many men and no few women using the hot white wife. “She wasn’t a problem once the E was on board, but she’s developing a bit of an attitude,” he warned.
“Dave said as much… we’re trying to figure that out,” Shaun knew Go might have a better perspective, “Any ideas?”
“No, but I’ve got my eyes open… I didn’t see anything but reefer in her purse… I’ll check at her station when I get back home.” Go had a luxurious mansion, but it was mostly for the few days he took away from the club as vacation and the occasional parties he threw for his girls… and for his various business ‘associates,’ of course. He lived for the most part at the club. Thinking about the big house, though, Go admitted to himself that throwing a party with the BZ Bitches as his prime hostesses could be just the way to start the new year.
“She gonna be ready to party tonight?” Go laughed.
“She was masturbating in her sleep when I left. I think she’ll be up to whatever you’ve got planned.” Shaun rang off, and Go headed back to Snake Eyes, pausing only long enough to sign a waiver which he dropped by the sprawling but quiet frat house.
Shaun shook their prize catch awake shortly before 5PM. Checking the cameras, they knew she had been asleep without interruption for almost 10 hours. Groaning, the white housewife had blinked, unsurprised at who was leaning over her. In fact, she had smiled after a moment, arching her back, groaning again, and mumbling a shy and sexy ‘hi’ before rolling out of bed with an unconscious grace and padding quickly to the bathroom. The walk into the bathroom was a wavering track, and she braced on the doorway, holding her other hand to her head, obviously adapting to a hangover. He heard the toilet flush, after which she opened a drawer, and he heard her rummage for a moment before muttering ‘shit.’ She opened a bottle and Shaun assumed she had been having trouble finding the Tylenol.
A moment later, Sharon had exited, stark naked and unashamed, and had asked Shaun with a little girl’s voice as she half turned in the doorway, raising a knee along the frame of the door in an unmistakably sexy pose if he had just come by to say hello.
Laughing, Shaun had proceeded to take the beautiful older woman her bed, finishing in the shower, as he had explained that as much as he would like to keep her to himself for the night, they were going to celebrate. Sharon did not know what he meant, but did not push, although the experienced Frat member had already realized his friend and Go were right… Sharon had been much more aggressive and demanding in their sex, no longer ashamed at enjoying it with him instead of her husband, or embarrassed to want her own pleasure as well… It was more than that, though, and he was glad they were watching her more closely.
He had also been relieved that she was not uncomfortable having sex, considering how many men had used her in the last twenty four hours. He had started gently, teasing her, asking why her clit was so big, was she just happy to see him. She had giggled, throwing herself at him, hands tearing at his clothes, but he had not really been kidding… Her clit… somehow it looked much bigger then he remembered it being. It could be that she had lost weight… Always thin, she had barely been eating, and her ribs and the lines of her musculature were plain. The only down side in his mind was that her breasts were also obviously smaller than they had been just a few weeks before, but as he had hammered into her from behind under the beating spray of the shower, he had smiled, knowing that there was an easy fix for that.
While Sharon went to work drying her hair, Shaun went out into the kitchen, deftly mixing a Mind Eraser, then lighting a thick joint from the tin on the mantle. After pausing to collect the chips and waivers, tucking them into his jacket pocket, Shaun carried the drink into the bathroom, making it a point to watch his prize Bitch getting ready for the night’s festivities. Sharon smiled and thanked him for the drink, which barely seemed out of the ordinary any longer, any more than sharing the joint with her young pimp and lover. At Shaun’s direction, she applied her make up, then donned red crotchless fishnets he had brought, along with a red and green ‘BZ Bitch’ strappy T and cotton shorts combination and a matching stocking cap. He pointed to red patent leather 5” heels she did not remember buying in her closet.
Sharon never thought to ask where the Range Rover was as she went out, pleased when Shaun held the door for her. There had been more snow and walking in the heels wasn’t as hard as it had been when she had started work at Snake Eyes, but in the snow she worried she might fall.
They were at the frat just a few minutes after five, and Sharon had a fresh drink in her hands the moment she was inside. The air was heavy with the scent of reefer the moment they were beyond the front entry room, where special fans kept the air clean in the case of unexpected visitors.
The entire scene was so familiar to the once naïve housewife that she easily fell into the rhythm of the party, gossiping and laughing with the other BZ Sisters that were circulating through the big house, and giggling and teasing the happy young men. Of course, it was not long before it was more than the passing grope or suggestive comment. Hip Hop versions of Christmas tunes were pounding on the main floor, and Sharon spent several songs dancing with one or two, even three of the frat members. She saw Kelly once, and smiled wickedly at the thought of doing their show for everyone, but one of they guys had swept her away before she could ask if her young lover was interested in giving them such a gift.
The hot tub was on, and Sharon went from gasping at the cold having been inside when Gavin led her outside, to a long squeal when he tossed her in. He paused only to long enough to shuck his long shorts, setting them carefully on a chair back before jumping in with her. Sharon scolded the young man about ruining her costume, but giggled when he thumbed her nipple through the thin top; in the cold air out of the bubbling water, both nubbins were tingling they were so hard. Spinning her around, he announced he needed to wrap his present. Sharon barely had time to catch the edge of the tub in both hands as he yanked her shorts to her knees, then availed himself to her sex thanks to the crotchless stockings. She arched her back, groaning happily as he lanced into her, and met his every thrust, urging him on, begging him to fuck her harder. Her passion was contagious and it was only a few minutes before his load boiled into her sex like the bubbling water surrounding them. Their breath was visible, exhalations of pleasure dissipating in the cold as Sharon hunched back at him, ‘No, not yet… keep fucking me! Not yet, baby…’ because she was so close to cumming.
Spanking her bare ass, Gavin apologized, but laughed that he knew she’d ‘get all she could handle’ at the holiday party. He clambered out and reclaimed his shorts as Sharon floated in the frothing water, embarrassingly aware that she was angry she had not gotten off. She tugged the waterlogged shorts into place and climbed out, shivering at the cold and hurrying inside, being careful not to slip on the scattered patches of ice. The thin cotton material hid nothing to begin with, and clinging to her wet skin, Sharon quickly attracted more attention. Someone thrust a fresh drink into her hand, and before she had taken three drinks a bong had appeared, from which she dutifully toked. She laughed as someone spun her into the doorway, and struck a pose reminiscent of the one she had used to seduce Shaun that morning… Had it been that morning? She giggled, not caring as she watched the hungry expressions of the guys looking her up and down, hooting and shouting encouragement at her. God, she was horny. Someone pointed and she glanced up to see she had come to a stop below what looked like the mistletoe her ****** always hung strategically in the doorways at home for Christmas. She blinked, seeing that instead of a red and green ornament, the leaves and oversized fruits were black.
The nearby frat members moved closer around her and began to chant, ‘kiss, kiss, kiss!’ Sharon found herself on the receiving end of one kiss after another, hands moving casually over already aroused body, simply building her need. She whined when a voice announced over the house intercom for all BZ Sisters to meet in the front room. Sharon giggled as several more guys took a turn kissing her before she managed to slip out of the doorway, hurrying to the big entry room. Seeing her sisters, she smiled and greeted the others, many of whom she had not seen for several weeks. Everyone was laughing and having fun, and it seemed that what they were doing was the most natural behavior imaginable. There was a big stack of boxes in the center of the room, and Shaun and Dave had the girls begin taking boxes to the appropriate frat members. When everyone had a box, the women found themselves looking out at the smiles and hungry eyes of nearly the entire frat. No one had begun to open anything, waiting for permission or instructions, she guessed. The girls preened and posed and giggled, teasing the gathered young men. The sexual tension in the air was unmistakable.
“Happy Holidays, friends,” Shaun spoke into a cordless microphone, moving in the space between the women and men, “We always have a shirt to commemorate our parties… This year, it was a little late, but they’re here and I think you will like them. Gentlemen?” With a whoop the young men tore at the packages, all of which contained a white shirt adorned with the ubiquitous ‘BZ’ logo, and with a high resolution image of mistletoe embossed low on the front. The women watched as the guys hurriedly stripped off whatever shirts they were wearing and donned the ‘holiday attire.’ Sharon giggled, seeing there were black mistletoe sprigs in every doorway.
“Head on in to the dining room,” Shaun told the group, “We had to go with tenderloin over turkey so no one would fall asleep tonight.” The guys laughed and talked, starting for the doorways leading to the dining hall. The girls waited, wondering what was expected of them. “Oh wait,” Shaun slapped his forehead as if he had missed something, “You’ll get your packages from Santa after dinner, but be sure to grab an elf to help you during dinner.” The older frat members had hung back, Sharon realized; they knew the drill. There were fewer Sisters than there were frat members, though many women Sharon had not seen before-- she was guessing older sisters returned just for the night’s party-- were in attendance as well; the women had been making introductions, and she had been embarrassed to realize many of the strangers already knew who she was… the knowledge she was so famous in the BZ circles had also triggered the spark of pleasure she was hardly reacting to as being different any longer. Her body trembled and she nearly climaxed without any real stimulation, and when the moment had passed, it was a struggle not to use her fingers to relieve the pressure to get off.
The girls were quickly grabbed by the eager frat members. Sharon found herself being led by the hand to the dining hall by Samir. The thin young man paused in the doorway, offering an almost shy smile as he leaned in to kiss her. Sharon kissed back, her body undulating against the frat member, in part because she did not want him to feel bad that she had been hoping Tom or one of the other big linemen would choose her. She saw Tom had Kelly in tow, and was both happy for her partner and more than a little jealous.
The table had just enough seats for the frat members. Sharon, Kelly, and the other newer Sisters paused, uncertain what they were supposed to do. Shaking his head at them as if they should have known better, Dave pointed toward the veterans, who were ducking under the table, hands coming up to open the pants of the frat members as they sat down to dinner.
“You got to enjoy being under the mistletoe,” Dave laughed, using another of the microphones that projected his voice throughout the frat, “Now it’s your turn to give the guys a kiss. And,” he held up a metallic wrapped jewelry box package, “The first elf to finish the job gets a special gift.” Sharon did not think, driving beneath the table and hurriedly getting Samir’s pants open. He grunted, then settled as Sharon set about devouring his semi-erect cock. The young man quickly swelled to full erection and she redoubled her efforts, aware beneath the table of the men’s muffled voices, and the amplified sounds of the other girls working like her to earn the gift.
Sharon caught Samir’s knees with both hands, lunging at him, swallowing the broad head of his cock with each downward pump. Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked hungrily, tongue swirling around the shaft to the head on each backstroke. Within a minute Samir groaned, his hand slipping beneath the table, clutching at Sharon’s hair. Instead of slowing, Sharon ignored the pain of her hair pulling, redoubling her efforts. An almost evil smile curved her lips around the helpless frat boy’s jutting cock, as she reveled in being able to so easily strip him of control. She groaned, aware of her own need, and feeling his body jerk in response to the sensation, she continued to vocalize, offering the almost thrashing frat member a hummer that carried him over the edge less than two minutes after she had dropped beneath the table.
“Ahhhh!” he moaned, and Sharon wanted to shout, except that her mouth was full of his jism. She swallowed easily, bobbing her head more gently, sucking Samir dry over the next twenty or thirty seconds. She released the young man’s softening cock, hearing the chorus of cheers and jeers as Dave told Samir to ‘bring his elf up to get her prize.” She wiped her mouth, smiling self-consciously as Samir led her by the hand to the front of the dining hall. She could see the young frat member was blushing-- the stereotypical geek, the athletes were giving him hell for his lack of staying power. Stopping in front of Jamal, one of the basketball players, she cocked a hip, glaring at him as she draped herself protectively over the smaller, younger BZ member.
“Are you saying you’d last longer?” she taunted, eyeing him pointedly.” A sophomore, Jamal had not remembered to wait in the main room, and so had not yet gotten an elf of his own, “Shall we see who’s got better control?” She would have sworn the jet black skin paled, and Jamal laughed nervously, pointing out that she had to go get her gift. Sharon kissed Samir on the cheek, thanked him for a ‘wonderful load,’ and hopped up to the dais, ignoring the freshman’s deep blush and the mixed teasing and congratulations the frat’s tech savant received, and the relative quiet as the frat brothers reacted to the way she had interrupted the teasing of one of their own at the expense of another.
Dave winked at her.
“Girls, are you going to let this married mother of a young woman almost ready to become a BZ Sister herself show you up like this?” The few heads that had popped up to see who had won dove back beneath the tablecloth and several of the Brothers were soon panting and moaning. “Let’s hear it for the best kiss under the mistletoe for this year, Sharon Sobel, better known to your friends as Sharon Synn.” Sharon blushed, accepting the hug Dave offered as he handed her the box. She started back for the table and her position in front of Samir, but Dave swatted her barely covered bottom. “Hold on, now, show everyone what you got.” Blushing at the attention, and at the way her body was buzzing with arousal at being the center of attention, Sharon tore at the paper and opened the box, not really sure what to expect. The box was rectangular and flat, like for earrings. Inside, she found a curved stainless steel post with a green bead upon which BZ was written in crimson, and from which dangled the black mistletoe, the berries glittering… black diamonds. There was a similar straight bar with a matching green bead at one end and a slightly flattened silver ball at the other end. She blinked at it for a moment before recognizing it was a tongue stud.
“But I don’t have my…” she started to whisper. Dave leaned close,
“No worries, babe… plenty of time to fix that little problem… Hubby will shit when you blow him with that in.” Sharon blushed, sure that he was right, and a bit surprised to find she doubted Chris would even argue when she showed him… She shuddered at the spasm of her clit, and at the momentary idea he might not mind whatever she brought home. Of course, she knew that was not true.
Any further consideration of what she was thinking was distracted by the necklace that was positioned around the tongue stud. The rope chain was gold plated and was nearly 5mm, thicker than the necklaces she usually wore. A pendant hung from the chain, depicting a stylized but still recognizable Jessica Hare on her knees in a green and red elf’s costume, blowing a definitely black skinned Harold Hare, who’s impressive cock was half out of the busty cartoon’s mouth. Sharon was shocked at how expensive the piece had to be… Jessica’s outfit looked to be emerald and ruby, and black diamonds were Harold’s skin, a white diamond glittering in his open eye as he winked out at her, his visible hand holding a sprig of mistletoe over Jessica’s red orange hair… topaz, she was guessing. She managed a nod when Dave asked if she wanted him to put it on her, and shivered as she looked down where the pendant nestled between her breasts. The guys cheered and she managed a smile, nodding again when Dave whispered that he would send the tongue stud to Donnie so she could have it put in over break.
Dave almost laughed at the dazed response of their clearly stoned prize whore… The only truly pricey stones were the black diamonds, and even they weren’t nearly the cost people expected. Having graduates who were jewelers helped, but the piece had set the frat back less than $400, most of which had been for the heavier chain. Sharon bit her lip as she looked up at him, and reaching back, Dave caught the nearest bong, ‘sharing’ a hit with the winner as the guys cheered yet again. Then he caught her hand, spinning her and shouting.
“Guess it’s time to eat dinner… who still needs an elf to help them out?” Hands shot up across the room, but smiling mischievously he led her to Jamal, who had not been one of the guys hoping to enjoy her skilled mouth. Sharon smiled, bit her lip endearingly, and promised the big forward she would ‘be gentle’ as she ducked under the table and set about opening his pants. He might have been reluctant to ask for her, but by his erection she knew he was more than ready, and she caught hold of the base of his big cock, bobbing her head on just the bulbous mushroom tip and the first few inches until she felt him relax. She kept at it, tongue swirling, sucking gently, head moving less than halfway down his length… until she thought she had felt him lean forward to get something off of his plate.
Instantly she changed gears, powering all the way to his groin, sucking fervently, hand dipping to let her fingernails tease his balls. She levered back, pulling his erection away from his body, never releasing the suction as she began to moan around his shaft. His hips came up, and Sharon saw stars as the move banged her head against the underside of the table, but she reacted, sucking even harder, and then with a gasp, less than a minute after she had begun to suck at his cock, Jamal fed her his load. She backed off when he was spent, aware that his friends were laughing that she’d ‘gotten him good.’ Anxious not to make an enemy when she was so obviously vulnerable, she chanced peeking above the table to argue.
“No, daddy, he got me good… Thank you baby,” she poured it on for the muscular young man, “You can give me that beautiful cock anytime you want.” She thought there was still some anger in his eyes as Jamal nodded, obviously pleased at the compliment.
“We’ll just see about that, little bitch… Glad to help ya.” Sharon thanked him again, then ducked back beneath the table. She watched, seeing the older girls… well, the more experienced girls, at least, were working around the gathered frat members in a clockwise direction. That meant her next brother was the guy who had been giving Jamal a hard time. She thought he was the school’s senior forward, but since basketball season was just under way, and she was more familiar with the football players, it really did not matter. She yanked his shorts down and went to work, managing to get the third fellow off in just about two minutes, as well.
“Pssst,” she looked over to see Joyce eyeing her with a half smile. “Take it easy, girl, or you’ll get TMJ,” the jet black beauty shook her head, “Don’t go makin’ the rest of us look bad… you’ll get more than enough cock, tonight.” So Sharon tried to dial it back with the next ready BZ Brother. Even so, as the men filling her mouth and throat became more aroused it seemed to spur her on, and the longest anyone lasted as she ate them while they ate their meals was 5 minutes. The frat enjoyed their meal-- Sharon had not looked to see what all they were having-- over the next 45 minutes, and with the exception of pauses for more booze and grass, she was under the table with the other Sisters for the entire time. Even so, when the guys began to push away from the table Sharon never considered asking if she could have something to eat-- her stomach was adequately filled by the even dozen loads she had swallowed during the meal.
Giggling, she staggered up from beneath the oversize table with the other girls and let the young men guide her back into the main room on the frat’s ground floor.
A high back chair had been placed in the center of the room, and one of the frat members, Sharon was sure, was decked out in the red and white coat and hat and bushy white beard of Santa Claus. She giggled, because between the hem of the coat, which was unbuttoned at the bottom, and the tops of the black buckle boots, ‘Santa’ was naked. And Santa was fully erect. As she watched, several of the other frat members who had ducked out after dinner appeared, carrying chairs from the dining room. Each wore a less detailed red and white coat and hat, and the requisite bushy white beard. The made a loose circle with the real ‘Santa,’ taking seats and waving their varied erections at the hooting, talking brethren.
“All right, elves,” Dave pointed, “We all know there’s one real Santa Claus, but that he has lots of helpers.” Sharon noticed the veterans were lining up in front of the various young men and quickly moved to join them. She was not surprised to find that there was a ‘Santa’ for each of the BZ Sisters who were present. She opened her mouth, aware that her jaw was a little sore after dinner. Last year’s real Santa gets the throne,” he went on.
Sharon saw that Joyce was standing in front of him. “Last year this was where we used the mistletoe,” Dave continued, and Sharon eyed the erect cocks, trying to decide who was who. She could pick football and basketball players out, and wondered if Tom was one of them. She was almost sure Samir was seated on the opposite side of the ring. She had not seen Shaun, but could not see his impressive cock among those not obscured by the brothers’ position. She shivered, hoping he was part of the circle. “This year we decided everyone should get to enjoy some before we started the party.” The gathered brothers cheered that decision. “I gather you like your new shirts.” That led to another cheer. “Use them carefully when you get home, guys.” There were laughs, “And remember we want suggestions those of you who visit your old stomping grounds… who should we invite next year.”
Sharon assumed Dave meant other men for the BZ frat, whereas the members knew they were being told to find new prospective BZ Bitches. The available cocks seemed to fill Sharon’s senses, and the knowledge that she would soon be having sex had her nearly dripping with desire. “Now we’re taking a page from the Snake Eyes playbook,” Dave continued, “Santas are not allowed to touch their elves. Elves, your job is to find the real Santa… To do that, you need to give them your most precious gift.” For a moment Sharon wondered if Dave meant her ass. She blushed, amazed she could think like that, even as she rubbed her thighs together anxious to feel the big cock jutting toward her sliding inside…
“Whenever you hear the bell, move clockwise. Whenever one of our Santas is finished, we’ll stop, and… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Sharon nodded, looking at the other girls, some of whom seemed embarrassed, while others seemed as anxious for it to begin as Sharon felt.” Stepping back, Dave raised his off hand and rang the bell he was holding.
Sharon was ahead of more than half of the girls, literally leaping onto the Santa before her. She threw her head back, moaning as he sank more than halfway into her on the first stroke. Catching his shoulders, the now practiced mother arched her back, slipping almost completely off of the frat member’s impressive tool before she settled down, being completely impaled within the first five seconds of coupling. The young man’s breath huffed out in a ‘Jesus!’ as she shimmied her hips, holding him fully inside, reveling in the sensation of his filling her up. She tilted her pelvis, she managed to increase the pressure of his shaft against her clit as she rose, grudgingly letting him slip from her aroused sex, only to reverse course, taking him fully again. She paused, then made a series of small thrusting motions, keeping him mostly buried, quickly sensing the approaching edge of her own release.
Her attention was captured by Joyce. The pretty BZ Sister had an impressive ass… it was not fat, to be sure, but was much heavier than Sharon’s. And the skilled younger woman was using her ass, twitching it impossibly quickly, like Sharon had seen on videos while hanging around the frat. The lithe coed changed technique, then, hips undulating in tight little circles like a pornographic hula dancer.
Sharon tried to emulate the younger woman, and though she knew it wasn’t the piledriver effect she was watching a few seats to her right, the guy beneath her groaned and she immediately redoubled her efforts. Sweat broke out on her forehead… The new twitching maneuver was not generating as much pressure on her hungry clit.
She felt the man she was fucking catch hold of her waist. She growled in protest-- Dave had said they were not supposed to touch the Sisters… Belatedly she realized the bell had rung… Diane giggled as Sharon disengaged, climbing awkwardly down from the panting young man. She moved to the next cock, licking her lips at the way his heavy shaft glistened with the lubrication of the older BZ Sister she had just met that night who was to her left, Monique. She never considered what additional exposure it meant, sharing the succession of cock with her Sisters, but then all were available equally to the fraternity members, so if anything Sharon was the one putting the others at risk, given her additional duties.
Hungry for her release, the once timid housewife eagerly impaled herself on the second frat member, who groaned appreciatively, and again as Sharon began to ride him with abandon. As she was finding her rhythm, there was a masculine shout and Diane gave a delighted cry. Sharon realized as she looked to her right that the guy she had been fucking had just erupted in the brunette. Diane slipped free as the spent Santa’s cock continued to fire, obviously expecting a reward.
“Hold on now, bitches,” Dave ordered over the microphone, ringing the bell repeatedly, “We have our first casualty… but what a way to go, right? Get down, girls…” Sharon giggled, relieved that she wasn’t the only one disappointed by the pause in the action. “C’mere Diane,” Dave motioned and the barely clothed young brunette bounced close to the long step where Dave was standing. “For being the first to get one of the Brother Santa’s off, you get a special gift.” He handed her a small box, and the *****, aroused young woman laughed and quickly changed her dangling earrings for the small replicas of the mistletoe hanging in the doorways. As she was doing it, other BZ members grabbed the chair that had been occupied by the guy Sharon had first fucked, and the remaining Santas tightened the circle.
“Start moving in a clock wise direction,” Dave ordered, “I think you know this game…” Sharon realized with perverse pleasure that she did, indeed. A moment later, the music cut out and Sharon leapt forward, barely beating Keiko to the closest Santa. The lithe young Asian managed to bounce away from Sharon, getting the next guy’s cock into her sex before the women who were coming up to him could get into play. Around them girls squealed and shrieked. The guys laughed and cheered, shouting encouragement, then teasing and jeering Robin, an upper class BZ Sister Sharon had just met that night. The woman was blushing fiercely as she was led from the room to what fate Sharon could only guess.
Sharon was barely paying attention, though, anyway; her focus was the new cock thrust completely into her tingling seam. She groaned with the muscular young man beneath her, arching her back, twitching her hips, pumping up and down in short, quick, hungry strokes.
The bell rang, and Sharon was torn… she did not want to stop fucking the wonderful cock jutting up with potency, promising a delicious climax. But Diane was standing beside her, eyeing her pointedly, her arms crossed, and glancing to her left, Sharon saw the next Santa’s bare, glistening cock. Licking her lips, she grudgingly dragged her aroused box off of the boy she had been pleasuring. She felt him relax as she climbed down, moving to the next ready young cock.
Around her, the other BZ Bitches were rising and falling, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the muted moans and panting breath of so many people amplified Sharon’s need, and after pausing to bend at the waist, theatrically slurping at the new ‘Santa’s’ cock before taking it into her sex, Sharon caught the hapless young man by the shoulder and began to ride him almost violently.
“C’mon, Santa,” she husked, “Give me my present!” Her new partner was taut. She giggled, thinking that he was not one of the football players, and wondering if he played soccer or baseball, since he was too short to play basketball. She knew there were several members like Samir, brainiacs or electronics wizards… the guys that helped the others pass their classes and organized the frat so it ran like a well oiled machine. She bit her lip, imagining the cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like that well oiled machine. She arched her back, increasing the pressure on her engorged clit. God, that felt good.
The Brother’s hands were abruptly pushing at her abdomen, and Sharon giggled as she realized the action had been called to a stop again. She glanced around, biting her lower lip while teasing the poor boy’s cockhead with her dripping fringe before stepping back away from him. Beside her, Diane was beaming, as the Santa Sharon had just finished riding sheepishly left the ring. Diane was given baby wipes to clean herself up, and Sharon saw that one of the new girls on the other side of the ring was also cleaning up, having gotten her Santa off, as well.
“How about that, gang, two going at once… guess it’ll be a tougher fight to get more cock, won’t it, my Bitches?” The women nodded, looking at each other, each trying to decide whether going right or left would be best when the music stopped. A hip hop version of ‘Jingle Bells’ started up, and the Sisters began to circle the remaining Santas. “Each of you get a drink,” Dave motioned with his microphone to the tables set up at intervals around the path the women were walking, “You’re working hard, we can’t have anyone getting dehydrated.” The frat members chuckled, as Sharon and the others dutifully grabbed Solo cups from the tables. Sharon choked hers down, not wanting to be distracted when the music stopped.
She shrieked like some of the others when the chorus cut out, leaping at the nearest BZ Brother, truly launching herself into his lap. Her ready sex easily accepted his thick spear and she was more than half impaled before her momentum was absorbed, thighs spread wide, draped over impossibly muscular legs… a lineman, she thought with delight, wondering if it was Tom. Wanting to make him feel good if it was, she began a combined rise and fall with her best imitation of Joyce’s shimmying hips, and the Brother beneath her groaned in obvious pleasure. She paused… was he going to cum? He shifted, and she giggled, certain he was close, and then went to work once again… She was so close… could feel the edge of her orgasm right there…
Big hands slipped beneath her flexing ass, lifting her off of the long, broad cock. She whined in protest, but knew without looking around she had stopped listening again and the bell had rung. Pouting at the interruption, Sharon moved clockwise to the next Santa, track or basketball, she considered by his lanky physique, pleased at another larger than average cock ready for her to enjoy. She glanced to her right as she settled fully onto the new erection, and was surprised to see it was not Diane beside her. For a moment she thought the young woman had been caught without a cock, but then she saw the brunette was riding a Santa farther to her right. She smiled weakly at… Rebecca, it took the sex addled, drunken housewife a moment to remember the girl’s name. She was another upper classman, and Sharon had seen her dance at Snake Eyes on some of the ‘open’ nights, but had not stopped to think that the girl was a BZ Sister. Her hair was brown by the roots, but had been dyed a dark red. Various tattoos covered much of her torso, and she wore a silver chain from a high ear piercing to the piercing in her lobe, Sharon noticed, before turning her attention to the next Santa in the line.
Sharon smiled down as she straddled her new suitor… Light black skin, muscled legs, but not the heavy muscles of the linemen. She knew it could be Verel, and was glad that she was not able to identify the Brothers just by their cocks… Giggling drunkenly at the thought that she might be able to do just that with a little more practice, Sharon arched her back, settling onto the new cock. He was average, but that did not matter, she knew… if she could get off with Chris, any of the BZ members could get her off… She began to ride without considering what she was thinking; only her need to cum was important. She had barely found her rhythm when there was a familiar masculine groan, and Rebecca gave a short laugh. Sharon looked at the way she was snugged down onto Tom’s erupting cock with jealousy, never wondering how she knew with certainty that it was Tom. She and the other BZ Bitches obediently stepped away from their partners as the spectators cheered. Rebecca wiped at herself briefly while Tom struggled up from the chair in which he had been sitting, and lumbered from the room.
The girls grabbed fresh glasses of the night’s minty sweet alcoholic drink and began to walk the circle. Sharon had just dropped her empty glass when the music stopped. She was between two of the Santas, and glancing at them instinctively went for the larger cock, the boy to her right. Liquid splashed her face and chest and she cried out but didn’t slow down. Her shoulder was just ahead of Rebecca’s as she threw herself into the Brother’s lap, not caring if she managed to get him into her sex, yet.
“Bitch!” she cried, pawing at her eyes with the hand not holding onto ‘Santa’s’ shoulder. Still blinking at the stinging alcohol, she reached down, bringing another cock to her ready slit, not even considering how eager she was to fuck a stranger. The frat members who had seen the more experienced BZ Bitch’s ploy laughed. She had found herself in a heap, knocked aside blindly by the older, similar sized married co-ed. Sharon heard Rebecca cursing and resolved then and there not to be caught out… whatever the experienced Sister did not want to do, Sharon was sure she wanted to avoid as well. Besides, she reasoned, rising and falling steadily on the new cock, trying to build back to that edge of orgasm she had been with Tom, one of these times she would actually get off.
The process continued. Behind her, the guy she had been riding when Tom came was the next to get off. The poor girl he filled up, a petite brown haired sophomore named Megan, got off at the same time, and was still so buzzed when Dave stopped the music after barely time to move a couple Santas down the line that she was eliminated. Two BZ seated beside each other went off together before Sharon could really find a rhythm with her new partner, and she was obviously mad when she had to circle away from the impressive cock for anther, all of which seemed to increase the cheering. The number of circling BZ ‘Elves’ dwindled, as did the remaining ready cocks… she had lost count of how many girls each of the remaining ‘Santas’ had taken. Twice more the boy sitting in the throne had been unable to hold of, and the remaining brothers had repositioned. She thought she had finished four more big glasses of the booze, but she was not sure. Staggering around the circle the last time, she had moved close, stabilizing her wobbly course by touching the remaining Brother’s knees, and giggling drunkenly the entire time.
Finding and maintaining a rhythm was getting harder, but Sharon didn’t mind, anymore than she minded the way the guys nearby laughed each time she settled onto a new Saint Nick, groaning ‘yes’ loudly and immediately going to work. Looking around, she realized Diane was no longer in sight… Humping up and down on the cock thrusting up inside of her, she counted four… no five… no four girls… five including her. She giggled, trying to remember how many Santas that meant were left. Her clit pulsed, the spasm almost enough to get her off… but leaving her release just beyond reach. Arching her back, she pressed herself against the young man she was riding, and abruptly felt the heat as he erupted inside of her.
“Mmmmm,” she purred, swiveling her hips, holding him buried, reveling in the sensation, and trying unsuccessfully to get to her own release. “Not done,” she pouted, as some of the Brothers stepped up, bodily lifting her from her spent suitor, and quickly clearing he and the chair away. She looked to the table but there were no new drinks. She wondered if a hit from one of the many bongs would clear her head. Licking her lips, Sharon began to walk to her left even before the music had started… Four guys left… She frowned… four girls? No five… She saw Joyce and Monique had made it, as well as Kelly and a light skinned black girl she knew was a junior, but could not remember the name… The girl’s expression was set, not angry or confrontational, but neither friendly. Sharon giggled, wanting to tell the girl she was too pretty to be so frowny. She listened to the music, humming along with a heavily stylized ‘All I Want for Christmas’ as the remaining women circled the aroused, waiting boys.
The music stopped, and Sharon moved… to her right again, because Joyce was to her left, and she giggled at the fearsome check the girl’s thick ass could bring. Joy, that was the willowy girl’s name-- the girl she easily beat out, in her haste to have a big cock filling her wanting cunt. “Mmmm,” she husked, and set about riding the hapless young man, who seemed frozen, he was so rigid beneath her. She had not been going at it long enough for Joy to have been led from the room before the young man she was humping groaned and began to cum. Sharon tilted her hips, pressing her sex against him savagely, whining in her failed attempt to get off, despite the steady shocks her clit was sending through her body. She slipped off of the boy’s spent cock a moment later, ignoring the proffered wipe and instead scooping the pearly fluid leaking from her sex up with two fingers and then licking her finders clean. There were cheers around her and Sharon shivered, reveling in the attention. Ignoring the complaints Joy was making that Sharon had ‘cheated’ she stretched, and then sauntered to one of the brothers ringing the remaining Santas and Elves, and grabbed his bong, taking a long hit, to renewed cheers.
Head spinning, Sharon laughed deliriously and jumped back into her place in the ring of moving women. When the music stopped, she squealed, managing to settle her trim ass on the lap of one of the Santa’s ahead of Joyce. Sharon gasped as the younger woman’s thick hip slapped against her side above her hip bone, but she had already begun to take the swollen cock inside of her by then, and aside from eliciting a groan from the boy she was slipping down onto, Sharon was barely aware of the contact. She giggled, looking at the muscles cording the young man’s forearms, where he gripped the chair. Aware of what was happening, she abruptly stopped, holding him buried, and struggled to tighten her inner muscles as the Kegel exercises Tawny had insisted she do were supposed to improve. She laughed as the boy beneath her went rigid and a whimper escaped his throat… She had wondered when trying it at the club if there was really any change the men enjoying her could feel, but this was the first time she had proof.
The rush of power made her want to shout. It made her want to go on fucking the young man’s wonderful cock forever. She came with a shudder at the fantasy of doing just that, and by the thrashing beneath her, realized with a fresh rush of pleasure that her Santa was cumming, too. There was a groan to her right, the young man shaking his head, which made Sharon laugh as she watched Kelly working at him almost as eagerly as she had been riding the boys for as long as they had been playing the game. When the young man beneath her had quieted, Sharon slipped off of him gently and stepped back, raising her arms and welcoming the cheers of the surrounding frat members. She was loving it, and had no idea that with very few exceptions the frat members falling out had done so shortly after enduring her eager attention.
There were bongs on the table and she and Kelly laughed and took several hits as the ‘ring’ became a line, the two men in chairs back to back, with the throne pulled off to the side. Monique arched a delicately plucked brow, and Kelly giggled but looked nervously at Sharon, who shrugged, pulling each woman close to share a passionate kiss, smoke leaking from between first she and Kelly, and then she and Monique’s lips. Giggling, Kelly completed the circuit, kissing the upper classman BZ Sister, and then over the din of the entire House’s cheers the women heard the music start up.
Circling the remaining Santas, Sharon blinked and giggled, suddenly certain that one of the remaining young men was Shaun. Licking her lips, Sharon moaned softly, feeling her clit pulse more strongly than it had in days, the lingering stimulation threatening to become an orgasm as she circled the men with Kelly and Monique. She came around in front of him, locked eyes with him, desperate for him to know she knew he was her Santa. But Dave did not cut the music, and she had to move past him, around to the other frat member.
She was moving past him, arousal bringing fresh lubrication to her pussy as she realized the was going to circle around to him again when the music stopped. Sharon blinked. Monique was directly in front of Shaun… already moving onto his lap. Sharon turned, even as part of her mind cried out in horror that it was Kelly she was about to knock out of the game. Her friend and lover was frozen as well, and then as their eyes met, both moved toward the waiting cock. Sharon bit her lip, her entire body still buzzing with the desire for Shaun. At the last moment, as she realized she was going to reach the other boy before Kelly, Sharon pulled up, and smiled in pleasure at the relief and gratitude in Kelly’s eyes as she let the younger woman saddle up. Sharon was not jealous that Kelly was still in the game… neither woman was getting to enjoy the cock she wanted at that moment.
Around her, the spectating frat Brothers shouted, many having obviously bet on Sharon winning. She offered no resistance as two of the younger members caught her by the hands, leading her out of the room. Only as they opened the front door, though, did Sharon realize it was the front door of the frat… she was being led out onto the front porch in just the thin cotton top, her shorts having long since been lost in the activity. The top was soaked with sweat and beer and saliva, and under the halogen light on the porch she knew anyone driving by would have a clear shot of all of her charms.
Her clit pulsed and she writhed in the grip of the two young men, not fighting their punishment, but horrified at what could happen, even as her body responded with a fierce wave of arousal. They let go, slamming the door behind her… the wood was cold on her bare ass. She stumbled forward, wondering if she was supposed to go home like that having lost. She was already shivering, and wondered if she would survive the walk home, or whether being arrested for public indecency would be how Chris found out what a slut his wife had become.
“You just gonna stand there putting on a show?” Gavin asked, and Sharon gasped, seeing he and another frat member were standing at the front corner, by of the personal gate beside the house allowing passage form the front to the backyard. Rubbing her hands over her arms to fight the rising goose bumps, she hurried over, nearly slipping in the process. The guys caught her arms and she relaxed, sure she was safe. There was just time for her to register what was happening as they turned the corner to a wide low metal tub… like she had seen for feeding livestock when she was a young girl. The water was about two feet deep in the tub, which was in view of the hot tub, except that she had not noticed it earlier… or that there was ice floating in the water. Lots of ice. She shivered, feeling momentarily sorry for the women huddled and shivering in the water… the losers of the night’s game.
As that thought reverberated in her drink and weed addled mind, the men easily tossed her into the middle of the big tub. Sharon went under, coming up sputtering and shrieking, her body twitching visibly at the cold. She clutched blindly at the others, desperate for relief from the water, which was being kept from freezing only by the shivering women and a small circulating pump.
“G-g-god, what is this?” she sputtered quietly, not sure if the women were not to talk, considering how quiet everyone was.” She glanced over, hating that three of the members were casually lounging in the hot tub barely twenty feet away. She pressed against Joyce, who shrugged,
“Trust me, when there isn’t cold and snow it’s worse.”
“H-how c-could it b-be worse,” Diane asked… She looked gray and her teeth were chattering.
“When there isn’t s-snow they just use ice,” Joyce was trying valiantly to look unaffected. Sharon chose to emulate the more experienced BZ Sister. “You lay in this and they pour it over you.”
“T-this is g-going to k-kill me!” Diane stammered.
“You can always volunteer for the fun room.” Joyce shrugged. Her skin was heavily prickled by gooseflesh, and she shook her head, “I’m not doing that again.” She did not elaborate, and Sharon decided there were limits to what they were allowed to say; various Brothers were moving along the edge of the tub. Gavin sauntered over, leering down at Sharon,
“I thought you’d go all the way,” he taunted. She fought a sudden wave of shivering, then looked daggers up at him,
“I was about to say the same of you,” Gavin’s smile faded, but he did not get angry. He laughed.
“See how the other girls moved off, left you to yourself? You’re gonna get colder faster, now. Unless you want to come play with us while we wait.” Sharon could not imagine anything could be worse than what she had already done, but the cold had effectively shut down her arousal, and she smiled, shaking her head,
“Thanks, but I don’t think Monique and Kelly are going to be very long.” Looking around, Sharon saw Robin, huddled in the corner, looking more miserable than the others. “God, honey,” she murmured, paddling over to hug the younger woman, who was shaking violently, “Go let them play their games… at least you’ll get warm.” Robin shook her head spastically,
“I already d-did,” her lips were almost blue, “I-it w-was horrible… I-I h-had to b-beg them to l-let me c-come b-back out here.” Sharon hugged her, and Robin managed a feeble smile of thanks. There was a splash and a choking cough, and Sharon saw Keiko thrashing in the hot tub. “T-that’s n-not even the w-worst,” Diane chattered quietly, “T-they D-dP’d her under w-water until s-she p-passed out.” Despite the revulsion she felt at that, part of Sharon remembered the day Shaun had choked her as he was fucking her. Her clit pulsed slightly, despite he cold that seemed to be leaking into her very soul. She distracted herself by imagining what was happening inside… One or the other of the guys would get off… probably had gotten off by now. So did the remaining women fight over him, or was the woman that got the other guy off the winner… or was there a winner for the women? There had to be-- Joyce had been the winner from last year. She ran the party back, tried to count how many of the Brothers had been inside of her. There was a spark of arousal, but she was still freezing.
Finally there was a ringing noise that grew louder until Dave was at the door, with a beaming Kelly on his arm.
“Gentlemen… servant elves, let me introduce you to this year’s queen elf: Kelly!” Sharon’s dance partner and lover offered a ‘Royal wave’ before they stepped to the side and a struggling, squealing Monique was carried bodily out the door and thrown into the big pool with the other shivering girls. “Leave the elves to learn the error of their ways,” Dave intoned with mock austerity, “All but the shepherds may return to celebrate.” Sharon moved over to Joyce as the majority of the guys went inside.
“Now what?” she asked. Joyce smiled,
“You were amazing, you know that? And still being the bad ass out here… I see why they wanted you.” Sharon blushed, but shrugged,
“Y-you’re a good role model.” Joyce obviously liked that.
“They won’t let any of us freeze… that’d be a bad thing and the last thing they want is drama.” She shivered slightly, “So they’ll come get us in a minute or two, and we’ll get to see what Kelly won, and then it’ll be the usual orgy.”
“I thought it’d already been the usual orgy,” Sharon smiled, and he clit twitched, making her shiver more than the cold water.
“Remember, this is the last crack they’ll get at us until next year,” Joyce shrugged, “You’ll go home walking bowlegged.” Sharon giggled, as there were jeers from inside the house.
“Hey, Rory?” Sharon batted her eyes at the freshman Brother who was closest. She could tell he was wishing he was inside. He turned his attention to her, and Sharon bit her lower lip, pitching her voice in the manner she had learned to use to coax men to take her back to the champagne room. “You look lonely… and we’re all so cold. If you wanted we could… start the celebration early…” Rory swallowed. Sharon could tell he wanted to, but he was worried what would happen to him. She lifted her torso out of the water, aware that her nipples were rock hard, her skin glowing as the water sluiced over her bare skin. “I know you want us to be able to give your Brothers a good time… if we get too cold out here…” Rory gave a bare nod and Sharon scrambled across to the edge near him, hands tearing at his zipper before he could change his mind.
She dove onto his swollen cock, feeling momentarily sorry for the boy, who obviously had not been able to enjoy any of the night’s festivities yet. She slurped and bobbed hungrily, fingering herself in tempo. Abruptly she was pushed to the side, and Joyce took over, winking at Sharon as she did so. Sharon slipped out of the tub, motioning for the others, to follow suit. Diane was the quickest to figure it out, and supplanted Joyce, who climbed out of the water to stand shivering beside Sharon. When Diane began to clamber out, Sharon and Joyce moved to the back steps. There was another cheer, and through the shifting crowd, Sharon saw her young lover bent forward at the waist, sucking on George’s cock as the heavy tattoo artist applied something to Kelly’s lower back.
Sharon was considering whether she and Joyce should return to the pool when several of the frat members noticed the increasing number of girls looking through the windows. Caught, Sharon froze in place, feeling an incredible relief when Shaun stepped in to view, still dressed in his Santa costume, and waved for them to enter. Giggling and shivering, none caring that they were dripping wet and naked in a room full of frat members, the vanquished BZ Sisters gratefully accepted mugs of spiked cider and hot chocolate as everyone enjoyed the aftermath of the party game. Sharon smiled when Shaun draped a muscular arm over her shoulders.
“I thought you were going to ruin it for me,” he teased.
“What do you mean?”
“If you’d climbed on I never would have been able to hold out. Monique’s great, but she just isn’t as… involved.” Sharon blushed, unable to meet Shaun’s gaze.
“I was hoping Dave would stop the music and let us…” Shaun laughed.
“And then when you let Kelly win, I thought Monique still might succeed.”
“So she didn’t?” Sharon felt a flush of arousal… Shaun had not cum yet?” The young man who had so thoroughly… and easily entrapped the white housewife smiled.
“Think you can help Santa out?” Sharon squealed, turning to throw herself onto Shaun, literally climbing him, rubbing her sex against the front of his red pants. The big frat member deftly climbed the stairs as Sharon went on dry humping him. He did not turn into his bedroom as she expected, though, instead entering the big conference room. He confidently moved to the same place where he had begun to break Sharon in a few months before. “You’re insatiable,” he teased, kissing the aroused white wife.
“Mm-hmmm… where you’re concerned. Fuck me, daddy!” Sharon urged, pushing at his shorts as he lay her on her back, “Give me your cock.” Shaun complied without hesitation. He had been spanking it throughout the day to delay his release and the planning was going to provide twice the benefit, he considered, leering down at the lust driven BZ Bitch. He stopped moving, and Sharon growled in protest, thrusting at him, hips pumping lewdly as she easily took his length.
“Damn, you’re amazing, Sharon,” Shaun praised, reaching down to tweak her nipples and tease her big, swollen clit. “So you’re glad we made you a Sister?” Sharon nodded, never slowing.
“God yes… So good… Good cock… Fuck me, daddy… Please give me your cock.” She batted her eyes like the trained sex worker she was, although Shaun was quite certain it was not just for show. Just as he felt her muscles going taut, he pulled out instead, chuckling at her whine of protest. When he waited without a word, the obedient little slut sat up to slurp at his cock. God, she was a talented cocksucker. He patted her head appreciatively, then pushed her away within a minute, still not speaking.
Sliding off of the table, Sharon spun, pushing her ass back at him, her hand slipping between her splayed thighs, catching him, pulling him into her sex again.
“Yesss!” she husked, pushing back, impaling herself and beginning to fuck herself on his immobile cock. He watched the reflection, enjoying the way she was bracing on the table to get more leverage, keeping her chest off of the table so that her breasts could sway. “God, so good!” Her body began to shudder visibly, “Cumming!” She twitched and shuddered, moaning loudly without ever slowing down.
Shaun lamented that the increased exercise was causing some shrinkage of her fine boobs, but knew that could be taken care of without a problem. Sharon moaned, eyes closed, head back, and redoubled her efforts when he spanked her ass sharply. He let her go on for another minute, and knew he could not hold off for very long, when he braced his hands on her muscular ass, insistently pushing her away, off of his jutting manhood. Sharon bit her lip, looking back over her shoulder in a deliciously endearing manner.
“Santa’s been working hard,” Shaun said, falling back into the overstuffed leather chair that was behind him. Smiling wickedly, Sharon advanced, straddling the chair arms and lowering her open, dripping sex onto his erect cock. Sighing, she slipped onto him fully before she began to rise and fall, hips shifting expertly. Shaun made no effort to touch the aroused wife, smiling because it felt great and because she was unwittingly putting on a great show for the holiday video. He managed to distract himself for a couple more minutes as he considered the economics of Sharon’s activities, and then it was time to cum. “Ready for your gift, Sharon Sobel?” the humping blonde did not register the use of her name. She nodded eagerly. “Where do you want it, little bitch?” Not that it mattered, but the audio was going to be great.
“Give it to me, daddy,” Sharon groaned, “Fill me up!”
“You’re not worried about a black baby? What would hubby say?”
“I don’t care!” her voice was almost a scream… she was close to her next climax, “Fuck me… give me your black cock… Give me your cum.” Shaun was ready. Jerking upright from the chair, impaling the smaller naked woman completely, Shaun stepped forward, easily laying her out on the table, her breasts sagging just slightly-- sexily-- to the sides as he held himself inside of her and began to cum. “Yesss!” she cried out, legs rising, heels hammering at his ass, cinching tight, holding him in place, “God, that feels good… making me cummm…” As her legs weakened, Shaun backed out, shifting to the side so that the cameras could catch his cum launching into her open sex, then drooling out as he continued to paint her spasming belly with the last of his load. When he was spent, he leaned forward, wiping the tip of his cock on the thin lines of pubic hair pointing to her still engorged clit. Sharon giggled, fingers beginning to smear his jism over her sex, absently bringing the fingers up every few seconds to lick them clean. Shaun collapsed back in the chair to watch until Dave knocked that they were ready.
“Thanks, my favorite little BZ Bitch,” Shaun patted Sharon’s bare knee as he stood, “But we need to get back down to the party… have some more presents to give out. Merry Christmas, Sharon.” Sharon smiled happily, pressing her hand against her sex.
“Mmmmm, thank you, Santa,” she sighed, “I hope we won’t have to wait until next Christmas to do that again.” Shaun laughed, then hurried down to the party, confident their prize Bitch would not be far behind. Sharon lay panting on the table, one hand idly teasing her ringed nipple, the other dragging strands of their mingled cum to her lips as she recovered. She had finally gotten off, and had gotten off repeatedly, but then she always did when Shaun was fucking her. She smiled absently, licked her lips, then sat up to look for her clothes, remembering after a moment that there had been no bottoms when she had come upstairs wrapped around the big BZ member. She looked around, seeing no cup, and headed to the door, muttering aloud, ‘time for another drink.’ The cameras would track the just fucked white housewife as she made her naked way down the stairs, giggling at the casual gropes and swats offered by passing frat members, clearly at ease with what had just happened… and what was certainly going to happen again.
Sharon laughed and almost eagerly made out with the ‘keeper of the bar’ for a big glass of the night’s drink. She liked the peppermint flavor and had quickly emptied three glasses between doing bong hits with the various brothers partying throughout the house. Like her, most of the girls were naked except for heels and the ‘elf hat’s they had been given. She was working on a fourth glass when she found Kelly laughing with Keiko and Melissa. The women welcomed Sharon as if they were long lost sisters, and she welcomed Kelly’s drunken but honest kiss before asking what the prize for being Mrs. Claus had been.
“Not Mrs. Claus,” Kelly slurred, “She’s a bitter shrunken thing. I’m the Elf Princess.” The others laughed again as Kelly turned, showing the shapely female elf-- naked, of course-- holding the requisite black mistletoe just above the waist. The ink was barely three inches tall, positioned between Kelly’s shoulder blades, below the ‘BT’ flag she had received at the first big frat party. Sharon wondered if they would be out of room for the decorations before they graduated, but she remembered Joyce, and decided most of that must happen when they were freshmen. She wondered what Joyce and the other upper class women did during the week, since she had not seen them around the frat, although she also had to admit she had not spent much time at the frat, either; maybe they were there every day during the week.
One of the brothers appeared with a bong and the women obediently did several hits before he wandered away. Unlike Halloween, when the sex had been non-stop, the guys seemed happy just talking and laughing, although Sharon saw several couples going up the stairs, then returning a few minutes later as she sat with the other women. She considered finding one of the upper class Sisters to ask what else was planned, but decided staying with the others was just fine… she would not do anything but sleep if she went back to the condo. And she was still more than a little horny, although she told herself it had to be just that she was used to using her body at that time of night, anyway, and that she was sitting naked with other beautiful naked girls, surrounded by virile young studs. Who would not be horny?!
The guys eventually interrupted the women’s conversations about what they were doing for the holiday, insisting that everyone go back out to the main room. Sharon shivered and enjoyed the familiar spasm of her clit as she saw that Shaun was back in his Santa costume… if Santa sat in his chair with his pants open and his cock ready to spear anyone sitting on his lap. Dave gestured and the BZ Sisters obediently lined up, taking turns approaching what looked like a set up in a mall… except that the photographer captured one lewd pose or another before Santa handed the BZ Bitch a package. The procession went by seniority, so Joyce led the way. Sharon watched, along with the others… The gifts included BZ jewelry and stencils for tattoos, sexy lingerie and sex toys. As George set to work inking the first of the girls that had opened a stencil, Sharon looked around nervously, wondering again how Chris would react if she kept coming home with more and more erotic ink.
She tried to see if the packages were random or if there were names… how did the Frat decide who got what? She stood in line nervously hoping Dave and Shaun would be careful not to giver her a ‘gift’ that would cause problems over the holiday. Kelly went ahead of her, and squealed when she opened a BZB tongue stud with a little latex ‘tickler’ that could be put over the bead. Sharon knew that her lover’s tongue was not pierced, and wondered if George would do that, too. She stepped up, having forgotten entirely that there would also be the ‘smile’ moment with Shaun. Seeing his cock glistening with the saliva and cream of the majority of her Sisters, Sharon momentarily forgot about her concerns, as something like jealousy spurred her to mount him facing the camera.
He made no effort to move, but that was fine with her, she expertly caught hold of his swollen glans, guiding him into her still wet seam. Pausing to be sure he was seated, Sharon settled fully, dropping her head back and moaning theatrically. Shaun went rigid under her and she smiled, aware that few men could last long when they were putting on a show for others. She lifted her head, tilted just so, and smiled at the camera as she lifted just enough to show the root of his big tool thrust up insid of her. He had caught her right hand, steadying her, and Sharon reached down, lewdly spreading her labia with the fingers of her left hand, never considering that showed her wedding ring.
The guys cheered, the camera flashed. Sharon released her pose, but began to ride Shaun up and down, leaning forward, her hands closing on his knees so she could get more leverage. She twitched her hips in a poor imitation of Joyce’s shimmy. The guys roared, laughing when the two BZ Brothers who had been ushering up the BZ Sisters for their photos bodily lifted Sharon off of Shaun.
“C’mon, little girl,” one of them chuckled, swatting Sharon’s ass when she protested, “You have to let the other kids see Santa too.” They passed a smiling Dave pausing as one asked,
“What’s so funny?” It took Dave a minute to get control of himself.
“I was just thinking about that scene in a Christmas Yarn,” he snorted, “If she’d kept it up much longer Shaun might have shot her eye out.” The guys laughed, and one collected the package Dave handed them, but Dave held up a hand, then pointed, and they dutifully set Sharon on wobbly legs beside him.
“Hold on, Kathy,” the red head had been preparing to sit on Shaun’s still turgid cock, “We have to see what Sharon Synn gets.” Sharon paid no attention to what he was saying, taking the package, which was about the same size as the one Kelly had opened. She tore open the package, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety seeing the earrings… large black diamonds with a smaller white diamond in front, dangling from a stylized ‘BZ’ intertwined silver lead. There was an envelope, too. “You might recall, or own house Bitch won an award recently, which qualified her for the AVN’s.” There were new cheers. “Now, we want to be sure that she can go to the awards, so there’s a plane ticket for next year.” He did not mention that the money had come from her winnings.
“We’ve also put away a special gift card,” Shaun had talked to him, and Dave had easily come up with a solution to the problem Shaun had noticed, also paid for by her winnings, “She’ll get the full treatment when she lands. What do you have to say, Sharon?” Still more than buzzed and tipsy, aware that she wanted to fuck some more, Sharon no longer remembered worrying about how Chris would react to new tattoos or piercings. She pirouetted, bending at the waist, aware that every guy was enjoying a look at her bare wet pussy. Blowing an exaggerated kiss to Shaun, she stood and waved to the rest before the others guided her into the hallway out of the sight of the main room.
Sharon fully expected one or both of the big men would want to have sex with her. She was mildly disappointed when they avoided the stairs and the hallway to the rec room, both places she would have expected to be humping soon. Instead, they moved to the next room. She could see Kelly and some of the others laughing around the bar, and smiled, interested in seeing some of the other girls’ gifts up close. She was surprised again when the young men did not turn, but instead herded her-- still naked-- toward the side door. She usually went out to the hot tub through the door farther to the rear of the house; the door they were approaching was by the sweeping circular drive. She balked,
“Uh, are we going out to the tub, guys?” One snorted.
“I wish.” Sharon realized both were freshmen… while she was available to them too, when the frat had things that needed doing, the freshmen got the call. “I’ll be sure to enjoy what Gavin enjoyed earlier, but it’ll have to be next year,” the more talkative of the pair assured her.
“Yep,” the second nodded.
“Well then where are we going?” Sharon clutched at the gifts Dave had given her, “Aren’t I supposed to get my tongue pierced?” Both guys shrugged.
“We’re not going anywhere,” the first guy stated. “But apparently you still have some work to do.” Sharon frowned, looking down again at her naked body.
“But Kelly’s in the kitchen…” she squealed as the door opened, “And I need clothes…” she stopped, recognizing Go’s sleek Caddy.
“Sorry, guess we forgot,” the quieter of the pair held out a festive mini dress made of the same thin green cotton as the strappy T and shorts she had worn earlier… the same as the hat she still wore. She swatted at the much bigger young man, snatching the dress and pulling it right over the stocking hat. Of course, it was tight, the scoop neck threatening to lose control of her breasts the moment she pulled it into place. The hem, cut to points and fringed with the faux white fur at matching the bottom of her stoking hat, hit barely below her sex, and the thin fabric seemed anxious to slip up, ******** her with every step. The young men were eyeing her greedily. “Damn, guess we should have had you put that on first.” He reached into the kitchen, grabbed the box she had been given during dinner and handed it to her.
“What about this” Sharon did not protest stepping onto the porch in almost nothing, clutching her presents. The room was spinning just a bit, so she leaned against the door frame. The first young man shrugged,
“Get it done over the holiday break,” he smiled at her, “And you can practice with it on me when you get back.” Sharon giggled,
“Just not in the tub,” then kissed each of the men on the cheek, which seemed to leave both feeling embarrassed. She giggled again, and let Go tuck her into the passenger seat of the car. She found herself hoping the big club owner would giver her his impressive bent cock when they got wherever they were going.
She was not really surprised when Go drove just the short distance to her home. In fact, she was glad, since he could be fucking her sooner. She snickered.
“What’s so funny?” Go asked her, “Are you supposed to be an elf?” She nodded.
“I’m high… I’m a high elf… wasn’t that in that Hobbit movie?” she giggled again, “That Aragorn was hot!” Go laughed.
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“Mmmm… not, you have a much better sword,” she pressed her right hand against her clit, anticipating the intense pulse, “I like it when you’re stabbing me with it,” she murmured, reaching over with her free hand, groping Go’s crotch. Go checked the dash… He was disappointed there was not enough time. But there was always when she was finished. “Will you come inside?” Sharon went on, head lolling. He wondered how much she had had to drink.
“Sure,” he agreed, “Can’t have you falling down on the way to bed.” Sharon giggled, then lapsed into a drunken silence as Go expertly parked.
She seemed barely conscious when he opened her door, but he did not have to carry her. She tugged at the too small dress, inadvertently baring her pierced nipple, which stood even more proudly in the cold. Go said nothing; it was late, and he did not see anyone peeking out of the nearby windows. The door was not locked, he knew, having already been by with the night’s first customer. The gentleman had been more than willing to wait, when Go had explained he would be bringing her back ready to ‘entertain’ as a holiday elf.
“You ready for more cock, girl?” he asked quietly on the stoop. Sharon answered by turning and rubbing herself against him lewdly.
“Let’s go, daddy,” she murmured, hand dropping expertly to his crotch. He caught her hand, leading her inside. She blinked dumbly for a moment, staring at the profile of the night’s first customer, where he sat on her couch watching the DVD of the night in the storehouse. He turned, and she giggled at the way his mouth dropped open, the movie immediately forgotten.
“Hi, baby,” Sharon managed to make the slur sound sexy, Go thought, “Have you got something there you want to give me?” She stepped forward, hips swaying seductively, automatically falling into the mode that let her wear men out in the champagne room. Go threw the deadbolt and walked into the kitchen, letting the sexy little bitch lead her john into the bedroom. Neither bothered to shut the door…
***ORNAMENTS
Sharon Sobel turned a slow circle, looking at herself in the mirror. She paused, amazed at the changes in just a semester. Her skin was a deep gold tan from head to toe-- no tan lines for the married mother of two. Her blonde hair, which she had dyed regularly in varying shades, was an almost platinum, streaked with darker blonde, and was longer than she had worn it in years.
Pausing, the middle aged housewife eyed the sharply defined vee of pubic hair-- dyed to match-- the chevron pointing directly at her clit. She shuddered slightly as just thinking about her clit triggered the familiar pang of excitement or need… she was not sure which. She remembered worrying that Chris, her husband would be shocked by the bodyscaping, and was still amazed that instead the various changes had served to turn him on. She wondered if he thought she was painstakingly maintaining the thin wings of hair with a razor, and what he would say if when he asked she admitted it was permanent, thanks to laser treatments.
She brushed her hair back, eyes moving over the reflection of the left high ear piercing. The BZ logo was prominent, but she rarely considered that body art, as it was usually hidden by her hair. When she had her hair tied up to keep it out of the way while she was working there was never time to look at herself in the mirror. The jewelry matched the ring piercing her left nipple. The lower ring kept that nipple partially hard all the time, the quarter-size areola slightly darker, as when she was aroused. She watched her skin flush slightly as she admitted to herself she usually was a little aroused, any more… a major change compared to the prim, prudish wife who had come to school four months earlier.
Her skin was taut, muscles visible over her flat abdomen and sides and in her arms and thighs as she turned again in front of the full length mirror, but she was unhappy at the sag in her breasts, which was definitely worse than it had been the previous summer. She had not thought about it, until Go had commented as he had left her apartment Monday morning. She was not eating differently… she had barely been eating throughout the semester, so she had no explanation. She did worry that the frat members would not be happy with the change, and had started trying to eat more fatty foods, hoping to stop the change. Why would any woman want to trade muscles for big breasts?
At least the flat stomach showed off her third piercing… a navel ring with the matching BZ logo inscribed, in a free swinging bauble, as well as the top retention bead. Teasing her fake nails-- another change she had never done before-- over the beads, she bit her lip, admitting that her tummy looked amazing. Almost as good as that Elizabeth Hasselbeck woman on ‘the View.’
She turned away from the mirror, eyeing the BZ Bitch tattoo in black, white, and red at the small of her back. The small flags below it, BB and BMM were awards from a party early in the semester, and she was proud of them, even though she knew Chris would have a stroke if he ever learned what she had done to earn them. She lifted her left leg with the ease of a the dancer she had become, eyeing the ring of what she had once thought were leaves inked into her skin. Having seen the frat’s depiction of mistletoe, she had realized during the last weekend before school what it was she wore in her skin while showering between ‘guests’ in her apartment: a series of black cocks, demonstrating in yet another way what she had become. Part of her was ashamed at it-- knew having it was wrong-- but she felt the stirring that began whenever she considered her friends at the BZ frat, and could not bring herself to call what had happened wrong… She would never have believed she could be such a slut, but could not deny it as she considered how she had spent the weekend in her condo unit before Winter Break began.
Chris should not be too angry, she tried to convince herself-- she had learned to give head good enough to win the ‘Best Blow’ tattoo, and he had definitely benefited from that skill. And her husband had not had to pay for as much, since her status as the ‘Best Money Maker’ had funded the things she had done during school. Even so, she knew she would never tell her ****** how she had spent the semester… or how she realized she would be spending the next semester, and however long the BZ wanted to use her.
Eyeing the 36D-27-34 figure she had been more than a little proud of upon entering college, the married coed frowned, guessing she was barely a C cup. Her eyes moved down… a six pack was not worth losing her breasts, she huffed, her gaze coming to rest on her clit. She had never heard about a clit getting bigger because of overuse. She giggled, imagining that if it was true for cock size men all over the world would endlessly abuse themselves. Even so, she was a little embarrassed… her clit was simply huge… the bead poked proudly from the hood where it had once hidden almost all of the time, and the hood seemed heavier… or longer… and the skin darker than she remembered it being.
Without thinking about it, she moved a hand down, pressing along the sides of the hood, hips undulating autonomously at the pleasure that caused. She was tempted to stand there and masturbate… She had not gone 12 hours without a cock for most of a week, and was feeling she thought understandably horny.
“Shar?” Sharon jumped at Kelly’s call, embarrassed, and whirled, verifying that the door to her room was locked. She hurried to put on her clothes, ignoring the clothes filling the drawers of her dresser for the familiar BZ thong, school mascot sweatpants and hoodie, sans bra.
“Just a minute, Kelly.” She slipped into the converse flats she had in her closet, glad for the more comfortable shoes compared to the heels she usually wore at school. Her fellow BZ Sister and dancer at Go’s had asked to join her for Christmas and Sharon had agreed without hesitation. She had not even asked if the younger woman’s ****** would not miss her, relieved at the prospect of having the petite brunette around if she said or did something that made Chris suspicious.
Not that he had seemed to wonder about any of the new changes. She hoped that would be true of the latest, as she grabbed her small handbag, aware of the new body jewelry nestled inside. She came out into the hall to find Kelly and Cathy waiting for her. Her ******** was practically hopping up and down, she was so excited. She reminded Sharon of the four year old ******** desperate to have her ears pierced.
“Took you long enough,” Kelly teased, “Just to wear what you arrived in.”
“These are different,” Sharon argued, “It’s the mascot, not just the initials.” The younger women laughed, and together they headed to the stairs and out to Sharon’s Range Rover.
“Can I drive?” Catherine asked. Sharon shrugged, actually glad to have someone offer. She was more than a little tired after the weekend, but was not about to explain to her oldest child that having fucked strangers for forty straight hours she would have rather go the next day. In truth, she did not remember agreeing to let Cathy get her navel pierced, but it was not a big deal, and it was almost Christmas, after all. She did not argue when Kelly climbed into the passenger seat, slipping into the back of her own car, trying not to let on that to her it still smelled of the sex she and Go had enjoyed in the backseat when he had driven her to Kelly’s to pick it up Sunday after 2AM. After endless hours putting out to men too excited at being with her to think about getting her off, much less lasting long enough to do the job, having the big club owner’s cock buried had been her only focus, overriding any concern about someone seeing then in the parking lot behind Kelly’s dorm.
“No way! I get to drive!” Scott bounded out of the kitchen, his jacket flapping behind him, breath visible in the cold. “Were you going without me?”
“Mom, you should get this detailed,” Catherine said, grudgingly giving up the driver’s seat and climbing in back with Sharon. Scott jumped in, deftly adjusting the mirrors before backing down the long drive faster than Sharon thought was safe. “It smells like you left some Chinese take out in it,” her ******** wrinkled her nose. Sharon blushed but nodded.
“I did,” she said, “I almost couldn’t drive when I got in this morning.” Kelly giggled, and Sharon knew why… Her young lover had been awake and had planned to drive the Range Rover over to Sharon’s to ask if she could be a part of the Sobel ****** Christmas; she had seen the whole thing, though to hear her description on the ride home, everyone on the backside of the dorm had to have known what was happening, since Sharon screams for Go to ‘keep fucking her’ had been echoing through the quad.
“I told your mother she shouldn’t eat in the car,” Kelly quipped, “They have some big egg rolls… you could choke, eating and driving.” Sharon kicked the back of Kelly’s seat and the youngsters laughed. “So where are we going?” Kelly asked Cathy, “I’ve got a tongue ring I think I want to add to my collection.” When Cathy did not ask what other piercing Kelly had, Sharon belatedly realized her ******** had likely seen her lover’s bilateral nipple piercing. She wondered if Catherine knew she had a nipple piercing, too, but was not about to ask, watching as Scott scrutinized Kelly from his position in the driver’s seat. She could tell he knew what tongue studs were good for.
“I asked around,” Cathy explained, heading out of the neighborhood, “Lots of the girls have been to Irizumi, and others went to Fine Line, but Scott and T suggested another place that’s cheaper and does better work, so I figured if both are the case, it’s hard not to go there.”
“Scott suggested… You have a tattoo?” Sharon was a little surprised Chris had not at least mentioned it in an email or a phone call. Scott shrugged, the back of his neck turning red with embarrassment.
“He has a tribal thing on his arm,” Cathy explained, “He just got it. *** wasn’t happy, but T said it looks tough, so Scott’s happy, right?” Scott used the power switch to push the seat back against his sister, who yelped before Sharon told them both to quit it.. Their antics distracted her from asking who T was; she assumed it was some girl in Catherine’s class that Scott had a crush on… it would not have been the first time for that.
“I hope it’s where you can hide it,” Sharon said, then shook her head, amazed that her children were old enough to be getting piercings and tattoos. Before they were to the highway, the motion of the car and her fatigue, aided by the kids babbling about things she did not understand got the better of her.
“Here we are,” Sharon sat up, fighting disorientation and a simultaneous sickening familiarity. She saw the sign over the entrance to the long low mall building, “Metro North.”
“What?” Her voice was more sharp than she intended. Kelly cast her an apologetic look and shrugged. “What are we doing here, guys?” Sharon tried to sound more calm than she felt. This was where she had gone with Dave. She could not imagine why her ******** would be here.
“Chill, mom,” Cathy rolled her eyes. Scott turned the Rover off.
“Jeez, mom,” he frowned, “Are you really that prejudiced?” Sharon gasped. Kelly snorted.
“Trust, me, Cat, your mom’s probably one of the least prejudiced women in the world.” Sharon was glad her kids did not pursue the issue. She nodded.
“I just meant… I mean, you mentioned Fine Line and what was the other… Irizumi? Aren’t they closer to home?” Scott nodded, pointing to the small free standing building away from the mall, close to where they had parked. Sharon almost flinched, realizing they were barely 100 feet from the shop where Donnie had screwed her while applying the tattoos and giving her the piercings. She hated the pang of arousal she felt. She was glad she did not have to speak at the moment.
“That’s where we’re going,” Cathy said, releasing her belt buckle, “It’s cheap and they do great work, right Scott?” Her younger child nodded enthusiastically. Sharon managed a nod, becoming more focused in getting into the shop ahead of her kids; if Donnie said something that made them suspicious…
“Hey, let’s go inside for awhile, first,” Scott said, jogging away from the Tattoo parlor toward the mall entrance. Cathy shrugged and followed. Kelly caught Sharon’s arm as her son used the key fob to lock the car. He shook his head, heading back. “Wow mom,” Sharon paused, newly anxious, wondering what she had done. “You’re getting the Rover blinged out all right.”
“What?” she stammered. He shrugged.
“Well, that steering wheel is an upgrade… and you had new speakers put in with an in dash DVD player… The chrome plate ring is new… Those are those hi definition argon lights… the seat covers are new. The handles and the mud flaps are chromed out… The rear view mirrors are chromed out. Hell, did you put underglow on it?” Sharon managed a nervous laugh.
“Hon, I just told the guys at the frat my car looked like I was a soccer mom… They had some ideas so Kelly wouldn’t be embarrassed driving it around, that’s all.” She hoped there was not a disc of her putting out to the BZ members or some stranger in the player, and made a mental note to check as soon as she could.
Kelly still had her arm, and the addled housewife and mother followed her kids into the mall, thankful at least they were not near the shop where she had received the laser treatments. By the time they caught up to the kids, Sharon was shocked to see Scott standing in the entrance to Foot Locker, doing some multi part handshake with a clerk with whom she was intimately familiar. Trevor ‘Zeke’ Storm put his arm around Scott, and the two moved farther into the store as Cathy followed behind. The big senior football star turned back, looping his free arm around Sharon’s ********. Sharon felt her heart begin to hammer, and she nearly rushed forward, but even as she did, part of her wondered if she was jealous. She and Kelly entered the store still 20 feet behind the kids, unnoticed by the trio.
“… here to see me?” Sharon heard Zeke ask her kids.
“Cat’s getting a navel ring,” Scott answered, and Sharon could not miss the way her ******** blushed, “So we brought mom and Kelly along,” he looked back, finding them approaching, “Here they are.” Zeke released his hold on Sharon’s son, turning, to offer her what could only be called a leer, his muscular arm still draped around her ********’s shoulders. Sharon noticed the way Cathy’s attention was totally on the big senior.
“So we meet again,” he winked, and Sharon felt herself flush. It was a struggle not to put a hand over her crotch, her clit was thrumming so strongly. She cleared her throat.
“What’s that?” she frowned, as if thinking, “Oh yes, at that football game.” Zeke was unfazed.
“Thought you’d remember,” he chuckled, “Didn’t Scott say you’re going to school, too?” Sharon swallowed and nodded.
“That’s right… I’m over at State.”
“A freshman in the flesh,” he smiled again, “I’ll be there next year… Can’t wait to see what life’s like after college.” Cathy nodded, her eyes still on the tall football player. “So, are you getting something pierced today, too?”
“Uhm,” Sharon swallowed, “I hadn’t thought about it,” she lied, licked her dry lips.
“Tongue.” Zeke said with a nod.
“Excuse me?” Sharon wondered if somehow he knew what she had received as her Christmas gift.
“Well, you’re a freshman at college… I hear all the girls are getting tongue piercings nowadays… Your hubby will love it,” he winked at Cathy, “Doesn’t that sound like the gift that keep giving?” Cathy nodded again, blushing. Sharon glanced at Kelly, who was close enough to watch, but was pretending to eye the shoes Scott was looking at. “Anyway, I was just… oh, I almost forgot,” Zeke clapped himself on the forehead, “Hold on,” he went through the back ‘employee’s only’ door, returning after a minute with a handful of 5x7 brightly colored cards. He handed several of each to Scott, Cathy, and Kelly. “We have these gift certificates that are good anyplace in the mall,” he explained, “They’re for special customers, which is what you are as far as I’m concerned, right? The kids nodded, beaming at their windfall. Catching Cathy’s hand, he added, “There’s a Victoria’s Secret Pink store just down the way, if you’re looking for something special for our date.” Cathy’s blush deepened, and Sharon wondered for a moment if he was just teasing, but then her ******** nodded. Scott had heard and was obviously all right with it, too. “Purple’s my favorite color,” Zeke told Cathy, who nodded again, “We’ll see how well you can take care of your steady man.” Giggling, Cathy caught Kelly’s hand and Sharon watched as her ******** eagerly pulled her lover toward the distant VS sign. Scott slapped Zeke on the shoulder, and told them he was heading to Game Stop, but would be back shortly.
“No sweat, man,” Zeke called after him, “Hit the food court too… I’d take a cherry limeade.” Scott waved that he had heard, but did not look back. Sharon found herself wishing she had left with the women. Biting her lip, she started for the door. “Now wait for just a minute,” Zeke was leering at her again, “You are one fine woman, you know that?” Sharon hesitated, then shrugged. She offered no resistance when he caught her hand, leading her to the side of the store, out of site of most of the mall, though she realized with no small fear that they were still partly visible at the edge of the door nearest the mall exit. Watching, she tried to relax, seeing that the people passing were either intent on leaving or focused on wherever else they were going.
She started, realizing Zeke’s hand had slipped easily inside of her waistband. He deftly fingered her aroused clit. She shuddered, pressing against his touch. He chuckled, “Damn, you are fine… I’d almost forgotten. Think your ******** will be as good?” Sharon groaned, shaking her head. “No?” Zeke teased, “Don’t know if I believe you.”
“Lessss… Less experience,” Sharon managed, her hips undulating as she offered herself to this awful young man.
“Well, it ain’t just hubby gonna love that tongue piercing,” he teased, “Is it?” Sharon shook her head. Zeke laughed, “Gonna have to find out for myself,” he smiled, “Course, that’ll mean a better before test, won’t it.” Sharon was so close to cumming she could not answer. And she made no effort to stop him when he spun her, maintaining pressure on her damnably excited clit, and pushing her back with his free hand. The aroused, trained housewife obediently bent at the waist. She shivered, still twitching, needing to cum, when the young man deftly yanked her sweat bottoms down, leaving them in a bunch at her knees. She heard him unzip, felt the shift in his still teasing fingers as he freed himself, shucking his length a couple times to be sure he was ready. Even though she knew it was coming, Sharon nearly cried out as he lanced into her fully finger against her clit anchoring her in place as he filled her from behind. She reached out blindly, knocking shoe boxes to the floor before her hand found the shelf to aid in her balance.
Zeke had released here clit to grab her waist with both hands as he hammered in and out of her aroused sex. Sharon knew she should not be doing it… Someone would see them. But at the same time she was hunching back, welcoming his thrusts.
“Yeah,” he panted, “You shit hot… Don’t worry, though… I’ll tell you… If Cathy’s as good… after our date…” Sharon whined, shaking her head no. “What?” he teased, “You don’t wanna share?” Sharon managed to shake her head again and Zeke laughed, “Too bad, little Bitch… We gonna have you and your ******** taking cock side by side next year.” Sharon felt tears fill her eyes but could not gain enough control of her body to stop herself from getting off on her tormentor’s steadily thrusting cock. Sharon was horrified at the mental image of her ******** putting out like a slut beside her. And she was ashamed at how powerfully she came at the same mental image.
“Yeah, you are quite the slut,” Zeke taunted, never slowing as she spasmed beneath him, “Gonna get off watching me pole your little girl, aren’t you? Want me to call my buddies… couple workin’ out here… we can take you in back and…”
The employee only door opened abruptly. Sharon whimpered as a girl no older than her ******** stood just a few feet away watching what Zeke was doing to her… and how she was responding. Swallowing once, the girl’s gaze flickered up to the big football player, who jerked his head toward the door.
“Kinda busy here, Judy.” The pale, pimple faced girl stepped back, closing the door without a word; as if it happened regularly. Zeke picked up the pace at which he was hammering into Sharon. “She’s not bad… if better ain’t around,” he panted, “An she knows her place… just like you… right little bitch?” Sharon bit her lip, trying not to respond. Chuckling darkly, Zeke pulled out completely, swatter her ass with his bare hand sharply, the sound filling the store.
“Nooo!” Sharon groaned, wishing she was stronger, and wanting to hold out until the young touch was begging her for a break. He thrust forward again, impaling Sharon’s ass. She barely stifled the cry of surprise as he did so.
“Guess you still have some learning to do,” he said through gritted teeth, “But that’s OK… we’ll be seeing lots of each other… I’m sure glad… Scott and I… are such good friends.” Sharon was nearly to another climax, and any concern about passing shoppers seeing her was long gone. “I’m gonna be sure… to visit the house… over Christmas break,” Zeke assured her. “May even bring… my buds to meet his mom.” He reached down, curling a thumb up into her sex as he went on punishing her ass, the position leaving the pad against her G-spot, the web of his hand firm against her buzzing clit. Swallowing her scream, Sharon came again strongly on the young man’s cock.
“Yes!” she husked as the first wave ebbed, “Don’t stop… More… Harder… Don’t quit now!” She still was not thinking about anything except their coupling when he pulled out, catching her by the hem of the hoodie and leading her along the aisle farthest from the windows and the entrance. Sharon hobbled after him, dimly aware that it would just take a look for a passing shopper to see her naked from the waist to the knees, being led toward the front of the store by the big black boy like some perverted dog. He lifted the desk top separating the sales desk from the store floor, and led Sharon through the swinging door. A moment later, Sharon found herself on her hands and knees as he lanced into her pussy like the dog she had imagined herself to be.
“Think I’m better than ol’ Scotty?” he taunted, when Sharon was close to another orgasm. She shook her head, “No? That mean he’s been up inside of you, too? What’ll happen if we make him a frat member, too?” he teased her relentlessly, “S’pose he’ll just let his brothers use you two, or will he take a turn?” Sharon whimpered, the prospect of being found out by her son too much even for her aroused body to ignore. “Shit,” Zeke pulled out, reaching down to spin the confused housewife onto her ass, her head barely under the table where the register sat.
“How are you folks doing, today,” he said, and she realized someone had come into the store. “If you see something you need, just shout…” He waited, seemingly ******* as Sharon struggled to get her sweat bottoms back up. “Don’t move, bitch,” he growled softly, and Sharon dutifully froze, “I ain’t done with you yet…” He answered someone’s question, and Sharon had almost decided he had forgotten her when his instep kicked at her shin lightly, “Don’t just sit there, little slut,” he whispered, “Why you think I have the register set up like this…” He twitched his hips, his heavy cock swaying suggestively before Sharon’s face, “Told you I’d be getting a before and after testing… Suck me off.” Sharon reached up, guiding his still erect cock into her mouth. She was long used to the mingled fluids and there was no hesitation as she went to work. She heard the register rattle and ring above her, and realized with a forbidden rush of excitement someone was buying shoes just on the other side of the thin plyboard counter, ******* of what she was doing. She picked up the pace, head bobbing, tongue swirling, sucking at him hungrily.
“Oh yeah,” he said, hips shifting toward her mouth, “You are a good little cocksucker… I may be to spent to get it up for your ********.” Sharon closed her eyes, working harder, wishing it was true. “You gonna come back before the new year and show me how it feels with that tongue stud?” she shivered, amazed he could know about her gift… or did he? She managed to nod before he got impatient. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned, then abruptly spoke more loudly. “How are you doing today? Finding what you’re looking for?” Sharon hesitated, but he pressed himself at her face. “Think that’s your kids?” he teased, “They gonna come back while you’re down there being my little whore?” Sharon had hesitated again, then redoubled her efforts to get him off.
The register chimed again as Zeke closed another sale. And another.
“Yeah,” he said, as if to himself, “That could be your ******** and that pretty brunette BZ Bitch… They may be walking in right now. Or maybe I’ll just tell Scott what a talented mother he’s got…” He laughed, reaching down to pat her head, “Damn you’re spirited…” Sharon was bobbing and sucking as hard as she could, a maneuver that invariably broke down the men in the champagne room. Zeke patted her head, “I’d be done if I hadn’t already filled little Judy up an hour ago.” Sharon’s mind reeled at that… the man she was blowing was intent on fucking her ********, and the Sobel women together still weren’t enough for him. She shivered, aware that part of her was trying to work his swollen cock even harder, anxious to prove she could be all that he needed.
“Better hurry,” he warned unnecessarily a moment later, “I see them… They’re on their way back now… Gonna get me off in time, little Bitch?” Sharon whined, adding a low hum to what she was doing. Zeke arched his back as if she had hit him with a live wire. “Damn!” he groaned, a moment before he began to pulse into her mouth. Sharon wanted to cheer but was kept busy trying to get everything swallowed as he spent himself. She was ashamed to find that she had been fingering herself as she sucked him off… a puddle of her juices had collected beneath the register. After what seemed like minutes he backed away, deftly tucking himself into his open jeans and zipping up. He pointed and Sharon dutifully moved to a low stool away from the register as she hastily finished pulling her sweat up, hoping not to soak through the crotch, as little as her thong would catch her still flowing honey. She wiped self consciously at her face, leaving a pearly smear on one sleeve of her hoodie, and hoped her make up was not too obviously smudged.
“Hey girls,” Zeke said, and she knew he was not teasing-- Kelly and Cathy had come back into the store, “Find something I’ll like?” Sharon heard a bag rustle, and then the big clerk whistled, “Come to papa, little kitty Cat. I’ll make you purr in that.” Cathy giggled, and Kelly snorted.
“Where’s Sharon?” the older woman asked. Zeke inclined his head toward Sharon as she watched.
“She’s back here,” he said, “I had her blow me since you had me all hot and bothered.”
“Trevor!” Cathy was obviously mortified. He laughed.
“She’s sleeping behind the counter here,” he shrugged, “I told her lots of times one of the clerks naps when two are working and she said she was tired…”
“Yeah, she slept on the way here,” Cathy bought the line, and Sharon hurried to feign sleep. “Mom? Mama?” She sniffed, groaned, then lifted her arms, stretching, and struggled to her feet, doing a credible job of being barely awake, but mostly because her clit was twitching like mad, anxious for more stimulation, making it difficult to balance.
“Get a good nap?” Zeke asked. She nodded.
“Thanks, I needed that.” He laughed at her response.
“I could tell… Glad to be of service.” Just then Scott returned, plopping an enormous Styrofoam cup on the counter.
“Cherry limeade for my man. Thanks for the gift card!” he held up a Game Stop sack, “Got the new NCAA football.”
“Cool!” Trevor nodded his head, “I’ll have to come school you on it over the break.”
“Anytime, man!” the boys went through another shorter ritualized handshake as Cathy complained that they needed to get outside before the place closed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout Donnie, yo!” Trevor picked up the phone behind the desk as Sharon managed to exit the sales desk, “I’ll call ahead, tell him to expect you.” Cathy waved, missing entirely Kelly’s concern move to help Sharon as they reached the mall floor. “Hey Scott,” Trevor called as he hung up, “I got a break coming, you wanna hang out while they get taken care of?” Scott turned back without even checking with the women. Sharon wondered how one person could have such an attraction to all of her ******, and giggled stupidly at the momentary image of Chris servicing the big young black man. That, she knew, would never happen.
“You OK?” Kelly whispered. Sharon managed a nod. “You didn’t… he didn’t?” Sharon nodded again. “But he likes Cathy… And she likes him,” Kelly had obviously been talking to her ********. Sharon managed another nod.
“Believe me, it wasn’t my idea,” she assured her younger lover. Kelly nodded, having never considered that seriously.
“Damn,” Kelly murmured, and Sharon found she had no better way to describe what had happened, and what threatened to happen in the very near future. As they stepped outside, she leaned over, whispering, “Was it good?” Her lover and dance partner colored but nodded. “Well at least she’ll have that going for her,” Kelly said, almost to herself, watching as Sharon nodded in agreement momentarily before elbowing the smaller brunette in the ribs. Kelly giggled and kept up as the older woman pursued her eager ******** toward the Donnie’s entrance.
“Well well well,” the big black man said in the same baritone Sharon remembered from the first day with Dave, “Zeke called, told me to expect some beautiful women, but,” he paused and blinked, obviously recognizing Sharon. “Guess it really is my lucky day he said, bringing his hands to the belt of his jeans.
“Donnie?” Sharon said pretending she did not know if he was the store’s owner, “I’m Sharon, and this is my ********, Cathy.” She desperately prayed the big man would not act like Zeke had back in the mall. The big man blinked, rocked back on his heels, and then nodded. Sharon could have hugged him, she was so relieved that he understood. And was going to play the game.
“Well, then, ladies, what can I do for you today?” he began, “Are you 18 yet, young lady?” Cathy blushed, and nodded. “Well then, you don’t specifically have to have parental consent, but I’ve always found it’s better to ask first where possibly permanent changes are being considered.” Cathy nodded. “Besides,” he sat back down on the stool in the cubicle where he had been working, “If you bring mom or *** along, usually mom or *** will pay, right?” Cathy nodded again.
“We have some specials,” he said, pointing to the wall. There were several tattoo designs on felt stuck to the ‘25% off’ wall, as well as ‘tongue and tit,’ ‘tit and lip’ and ‘snake bites.’
“What are snake bites?” Sharon asked without thinking. The artist held up a photo, showing an otherwise attractive young woman with pointed metal barbs jutting out from her lower lip at each side. “Ewww, no thanks,” Sharon recoiled.
“I was just going to do my navel,” Cathy said, moving to look at one of the display stands with a variety of jewelry. “Kelly? Were you going to get anything?” The young coed nodded.
“I think I’ll get my tongue pierced… what do you say, Sharon?” Cathy scoffed.
“Mom may be less square than most of my friends’ moms, but please.”
“Oh yeah?” Sharon heard herself answer, glad Kelly had given her the opening, “Mr…. er Donnie, how much to do her navel,” she pointed at Cathy, “And our tongues?”
“Right mom,” Cathy rolled her eyes, “You’re too funny. Why don’t you get tattooed eyeliner while you’re at it?” Sharon glanced at the display stand where her ******** was standing. “Are you daring me to do it?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. Cathy rolled her eyes. Kelly caught the younger Sobel woman’s arm.
“Which one are you going to get?” Cathy shrugged, then pointed to something in the case, and Kelly nodded. Donnie stepped up, eyeing what they were talking about.
“That’s ok for a starter… I recommend staying away from the treated metals and the plastics until it’s healed.”
“How long will that take?” Cathy asked. Kelly waved dismissively.
“A few weeks, is all.”
“Could be two or three weeks, can be a few months,” Donnie shrugged, “Depends on how you take care of it… Clean it but be gentle, nothing to stringent… No hydrogen peroxide.” Cathy nodded. He turned back to Sharon, “If you do the eyeliner, too I’ll split the two for price, do your sister’s navel here,”
“********,” Cathy reminded him and he shrugged in mock apology, “Your ********’s navel, your tongue and your tongue,” he nodded at Kelly, “Will be like an early Christmas gift.” Sharon nodded in agreement, and Kelly laughed at Cathy’s expression.
“What will *** say?” she asked. Sharon shrugged, and Kelly laughed.
“If what they say is true, he’ll wish she’d done it a long time ago.”
“Ewww, TMI, Kel’,” Cathy wrinkled her nose, but Sharon worried that by the expression on her ********’s face she was contemplating whether Trevor would want her to get her tongue pierced, too. Sharon was not surprised her ******** had chosen a belly bar with a purple stone dolphin dangling at the bottom. She did not say anything, though, knowing that arguing for Cathy not to see the big football player would be the surest way to push the headstrong young woman into his arms.
The lanky tattoo artist selected the appropriate bauble by the number in the case and beckoned Cathy into the front station as he set out a cellophane wrapped autoclave package and washed his hands. He paused, then,
“I’m sorry, you’re just 18?” Cathy nodded. “Tara!” Donnie called and the same woman Sharon remembered from before came out of a back room, “I’ve got a navel and a tongue for you,” the woman nodded, and beckoned. Sharon started to go with her ********, intent on sharing this experience together, at least. Donnie waved a finger, “Nope, if you’re getting the eye ink, too, we’ll do that out here… it’s better light… that way when they’re done, you’ll be closer to being done, too.” Sharon bit her lip but did not argue, in part because at the possibility that Donnie meant to fuck her she felt her sex beginning to flow, so much she was sure her sweat pants would soon betray her arousal. She pressed her thighs tight and nodded, Cathy mistaking her expression for apprehension.
“Hey, mom,” she started, “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” Sharon waved her off and offered a crooked smile.
“Oh no. No way is my ******** going to say I chickened out and wasn’t cool enough.” Laughing, Kelly caught Cathy’s arm and a moment later Sharon heard the door close to the private cubicle. Abruptly she realized they were barely hidden, the front cubicle half walls not even reaching the height of the barber style chair bolted to the floor.
“I knew you’d be back,” Donnie said, smiling at her, “Once they get a taste of how I handle my needle…” Sharon smiled, but could not argue. “Your ******** is beautiful,” he continued, “But I confess, I’m surprised you’re letting her join you.” She shook her head.
“I’m not… I mean, I don’t want to,” she hesitated, not wanting to offend a BZ member, “I’m sorry, but.” Donnie laughed.
“Oh no, little Bitch, you don’t have to explain… You know the upside or you wouldn’t be here, but you also want to protect her from all the risks you are taking… It’s only natural.” He paused, eyeing her up and down, “You’re thinner… but there’s more spirit in you now, too. So how is it you’re both here if you don’t want her to be a BZ Sister?”
“I think some people have other ideas,” she answered, hating how bitter she sounded. Donnie nodded.
“Zeke’s a pretty headstrong pup, but he’ll mellow… May be he really likes your ********, did you consider that?” Sharon almost asked if that was so why he had been fucking her ten minutes before, but managed just to shrug. “So I guess we’d better get to work, then… Tara isn’t fast, but she won’t dawdle… they’ll be done in just a few minutes.” He moved over, throwing the lock on the front door, and having seen for herself that the mirrored glass fronts did not let enough light out to see exactly what was happening, Sharon relaxed immediately. Donnie laughed.
“Might be fun advertising, but I think we’d get arrested if I was boning you in the window display. Sharon blushed, suddenly feeling more shy than was usual with the men she fucked. She guessed because he was not a stranger… it felt more like a relationship. And with that she momentarily understood how Dave and Shaun… most of the BZ she had an affection for could so easily manipulate her. Of course, knowing did not mean she could stop it.
Donnie patted the front counter. “C’mon over and let’s settle up,” he began. Sharon approached, unsure what he wanted. “I’m gonna have to try that wonderful mouth again,” he said, then smiled, “But only after you have the new toy installed. You have your credit card?” Sharon nodded, but was puzzled. He smiled, “Well, it won’t be what it’d cost most people, but if it was free hubby might wonder just how you’d managed to get such a great deal, right?” Sharon could not argue, and tried not to wince as the big artist rang up a $200 charge on her card. She knew there had been bigger charges since the start of school, but not for a long time… Mostly she had been using the allowances the BZ left to get whatever she needed.
Donnie came around the counter as she was signing the small receipt. He easily pushed her bottoms down, taking the thong along, compared to the way Zeke had used her. Sharon automatically bent over the counter, spreading her legs. Donnie chuckled, running his fingers down between her muscular ass cheeks, skillfully fingering her dripping sex.
“Mmmm, you were ready to pay up, weren’t you?” he teased, pausing to massage her swollen, spasming clit. Sharon gripped the edge of the counter hard, struggling not to cry out. “Don’t worry, it’s sound proofed in the cubicle,” he assured her, and a moment later the beautiful white wife was panting and moaning loudly, begging for Donnie to ‘fuck her harder,’ to ‘fill her up,’ as the BZ alum easily brought her off. The big tattoo artist struggled to maintain control.
“You fixed, little bitch?” he growled his tempo growing irregular after another five minute of intense pounding, something few women he had encountered could tolerate, but which was simply spurring Sharon on. She nodded, and he smiled, redoubling his effort, driving the panting white woman to another climax to match his own, their bodies thrashing together against the front of the counter as he spent himself inside of her. When he stepped back, slipping out of her still twitching box with an audible slurp, Sharon sagged against the counter for a moment before cupping a hand over her crotch, standing and looking about, Donnie could guess for a bathroom. Reaching across the counter, he grabbed a pledgette of cotton from the low wall separating the cash stand from the front station.
“Here, tuck this up there,” he smiled at her, “You can clean up when we’re done.” Sharon did not argue, clumsily tucking the cotton between her glistening labia. When she looked up, Donne was staring at her crotch.
“What?” she asked defiantly… He could not be surprised at the lack of pubic hair.
“What are you on, girl?” he pursed his lips, then shook his head. “Good thing we didn’t put a bar there.” She glanced down at her body, but nothing looked strange. He grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the station behind the cash register. She sat down, not caring about Donnie’s proximity as he leaned over her to the cubbies under the counter, getting various supplies.
“You have the item?” She blushed, then fished in her purse, retrieving the tongue stud. He nodded, looking to the piercing in her ear and lifting her shirt to check her navel piercing. She had changed it for the one she had won at the Frat Christmas party before leaving for home. “Best to start simple,” he explained, “You can add the little lights or the vibrators once it’s healed.” Sharon nodded, not really understanding. She shifted, worrying that the cotton would not keep Donnie’s seed from soaking her sweat bottoms. A bell rang, and Sharon watched in amazement as a couple came into the shop… Donnie had not bothered to lock the door while he was fucking her! She shivered wondering how she had not checked about that, and blushed, wondering how she had let him fuck her like that, knowing that Catherine could come out of the back room at any moment.
“Help you?” Donnie got up, stepping back around the barrier to the cash stand. The couple were interested in getting matching tattoos, and she watched as Donnie listened to their description, then pulled several three ring binders from beneath the counter, telling them to see if there was something they liked, and that he would get them taken care of in short order. He came back, patting her knee, and smiling, “Now where were we, ma’am?” Sharon watched the couple eye her, clearly surprised that a white woman was there getting something done. Donnie just leered at her. He deftly swiped at her tongue with a cotton ball in a ring forceps, wetted with something that tasted awful.
“Alcohol,” he explained, “Not what you can drink, so try not to swallow,” which Sharon immediately did, alarm lighting her eyes. Donnie chuckled, “I’m just teasing… that’s ethanol… totally safe, but very much at all and you’ll look like you’ve been at a frat party all evening.” He did not recognize or politely ignored the way Sharon’s body reacted to that. He opened the forceps, and with a shake the cotton ball dropped into the waste can beside the chair. He prepared the stud, leaving the bead beside the bar and bottom disc on an aluminum tray he pulled close. “Tongue out,” he waited, then expertly caught Sharon’s tongue with the forceps when she obeyed. The forceps were not comfortable, but Sharon was afraid to try to complain. He took a short needle… it looked impossibly thick as it moved out of Sharon’s field of view toward her mouth.
“Don’t move, fixing her eyes with his own, “Wouldn’t want to have to tell your ******** how you got the other piercing…” Sharon froze, horrified at the thought he might do that. And then there was a sharp sensation and pressure… and another sharp sensation. She shivered, whining at the pain. Ignoring her, Donnie tilted the forceps, reaching under her elevated tongue. There was uncomfortable pressure as he quickly spun the pointed tip off of the trocar, then reached over to the tray, starting the thread of the tongue stud’s stem into the trocar. A moment later he had pulled the base of the trocar back through her tongue, bringing the stud through with it. A tear spilled from the corner of each of Sharon’s eyes as his big fingers worked under her tongue, turning the bar within the piercing, getting it off of the trocar. “Sorry, Mrs. Sobel,” she winced at the use of her name, “But if I go through that way there’s less trauma to the taste buds… it will heal faster… but I guess it’s a lot to have in your mouth at once,” and then he leered at her, and Sharon wheezed a giggle, her clit twitching strongly. The trocar came free, and a moment later he had spun the bead into place, the ring forceps clicking against the top and partially flattened bottom beads as he removed them around her new jewelry.
“Now, every so often check this… the bead can get loose… Don’t take it out. Turn it a couple times a day… Get some GlyOxide and rinse your mouth carefully twice a day,” Donnie explained, sitting back and setting the trocar down by the needle tip on the tray, “It shouldn’t swell much… If it does, come back… we may have to put a longer stud in until it heals. I’ll send a plain bar in case the bead comes off and you swallow it.” Sharon nodded, looking at the BZ alum, wondering why she was feeling disappointed rather than relieved that he would not get to see how she was with her new sex aid. She moved her tongue around her mouth, the click as the bead hit her teeth a reminder she should be careful. “Stick your tongue out,” he said, sitting back and disposing of the trocar guide and needle tip. She obeyed. He had stripped off his gloves and caught the tip of her tongue with his bare thumb and forefinger… “May be just some oozing… don’t be alarmed if you taste blood… that’ll stop. Just sit here, we’ll get you taken care off,” and reaching down, he pulled a lever.
The chair tilted abruptly, leaving Sharon’s feet above her head. She gasped, wondering for a moment if Donnie was going to have her blow him with the couple right there… and what she would do if he did. Instead, he got up and went back around the barrier to talk to the other customers, reminding the helpless white wife once again that she had been minutes from being discovered being fucked at the front of the store. Despite knowing she could not take such risks, a sharp pang of arousal pulsed from her clit through her body.
“Sorry gang, have a celebrity here,” she heard him tell the couple, and hoped he would not go on that they might have seen her on G4 getting a porn award… She convinced herself the big man was more discreet then that, despite the way he had used her minutes before.
There was a noise at the back of the studio, and Catherine and Kelly came out, laughing and showing each other their new piercing. Tara followed, eyes flicking past Sharon to the couple with whom Donnie was talking. He waved her over, then suggested the girls head in and do some shopping, adding, ‘Your mom got a little woozy, but she’ll be ok pretty soon… Maybe get her a milkshake or an orange Julius thing in the mall.’ The girls left, and Sharon was embarrassed at the knowing smile on Kelly’s face, wanting to check her sweats for a tell tale spot.
She assumed Donnie would move her to the back room to wait and then use her mouth as he had suggested, but he patted her shoulder, asking if she was feeling better, maintaining the little drama he had described to the girls, even though they had gone. Sharon nodded, remembering the couple was still there. He sat her up, handing her a small bag with the second tongue stud he had mentioned as well as instructions. Glancing down, she saw he had included two cards, the top including the simple statement, ‘be here New Years Day to show me how you use it’. She nodded, part of her excited at the knowledge that she could count on another helping of the tattoo artist’s big cock before the end of vacation, even as she was ashamed at feeling that way.
She found it was slightly difficult to talk as the thanked him, thanking Tara, too, for taking care of her ******** and Kelly. She was already wondering how she would eat, guessing it would be soup for a few days, as she hurried back across the parking lot and entered the mall. Before seeking out the kids, she ducked into the first women’s room she found, ignoring the less than clean surfaces as she went into the stall, using a liberal amount of toilet paper to clean up she and Donnie’s mingled spend. Satisfied she was not obviously ‘just fucked,’ she checked her appearance in the mirror… the stud was not totally obvious when she talked, so long as she was careful, and left, fishing for her cell to find the kids.
She needn’t have… they were standing outside the shop, talking to Zeke. As she approached, Catherine came over and hugged her, but immediately drifted back beside Zeke, she noticed. Scott was almost jumping up and down.
“Guess what,” he did not bother waiting, “I got a job!”
“That’s great,” Sharon answered, ******* that her son had not been working or that he wanted a job. “Where are you going to be working?”
“Well, Zeke had a job at the Hot Topic here, too, but since he’s going to be on scholarship he really only needs spending money,” Scott shrugged, “So he talked to the manager and I start tomorrow.” Sharon blinked, managing not to look as alarmed as she felt… If she had to go back for more piercings or to see the women at the salon… it could get complicated. She smiled, telling herself she could always tell her son she was just checking on him and had decided to do some shopping if anything happened.
“It’s really gonna help me more,” Zeke said just then, his eyes lingering on Catherine, who Sharon watched blush in response, “This way maybe I’ll get to see you ladies more often.” A mother’s protective instincts kicked in then, and Sharon caught Catherine’s hand, almost jerking her oldest child away from the future BZ member as she managed what she hoped was a nonchalant shrug.
“Well, I guess that’s possible,” she said, “But thank you anyway for looking out for Scott.”
“Oh, I’ll keep you all filled in,” Zeke’s leer was unmistakable as Sharon looked back. Angry, she could not react, she knew… If Catherine or Scott found out what had happened in the store just an hour before… she shuddered, managing a nod, praying that she could keep the little brute sufficiently satisfied he would not feel compelled to do anything to her sweet, innocent ********. Sharon reminded the kids they still needed some groceries, and then everyone waved goodbye to Zeke before heading back to the car, Scott repeatedly asking to see both Catherine’s and Kelly’s new body jewelry. Sharon was relieved he had apparently forgotten she was along… She had decided the best thing would be to ‘surprise’ Chris with the new device when he was up to having sex again… which if she had counted correctly, would be that night.
Safely in the car, she turned to Catherine, who was still eyeing her angrily, clearly embarrassed at the way her mother had acted in the mall.
“I’m sorry, Catherine,” she said, “I overreacted… I’m just anxious for this to be a great holiday, and we have so many things to do.”
“Jeez, mom, you acted like the thought of me dating a black guy is horrible… I didn’t think you were racist.” Sharon rolled her eyes.
“We’ve already had that discussion,” she began, almost reminding her oldest a black man had just pierced her tongue. Instead she said, “I’d have reacted that way if it was the neighbor boy suggesting he wants to go out with you.”
“Mom,” Catherine turned it into two syllables, “I’m not a little girl.” Sharon shrugged.
“You’ll always be my little girl.”
“Fine… but it’s not like I’m a virgin anymore…” Scott choked a laugh at that, and Sharon shook her head.
“That’s enough of that talk. I can’t believe you would talk like that…” Kelly was laughing with Scott. Catherine fold her arms over her chest, obviously still angry at what had happened.
“And it’s not like he’d asked me out.” That made Kelly snort.
“Oh, if he hasn’t I think he’s going to,” she started, then saw the look on Sharon’s face and hesitated. “Not that you want to do anything that might get serious until you’re in college.”
“Have you gotten serious with anyone?” Catherine asked.
“Nope,” Kelly laughed, “I’ve had my share of fun, mind you, but nothing serious.” Sharon silently pleaded for her friend to stop, but Scott was suddenly intrigued.
“Really?” he started, “Interested in showing an almost senior some of the fun things you’ve done?” Sharon swatted her youngest, even as she found herself laughing with Kelly.
“Ew, gross,” Catherine complained.
“See?” Sharon changed lanes, starting up onto the highway, “You see your brother as too young to be thinking about that… it’s not so different for you and I.” Anxious to avoid other trouble, she added, “And do you like the new piercing?” Catherine nodded, reluctantly thanking her mother. Merging into traffic, Sharon wondered what other surprises lay in store for the holiday…
Continuation: RogueAlan
Chapter 15B: Mistletoe
Sharon tried to remember what day it was, much less what time. She had barely gotten any down time from the moment Kelly had called her Thursday while she had been getting groceries. Any thought of some fruits and veggies or a more substantial meal than the yogurt and granola bars she had grabbed along with the ‘requisites’ had gone out the window… Kelly had informed her Go needed them working Thursday from opening to closing, since they ‘wouldn’t be able to work’ on Friday.
Any curiosity about what that had meant was lost as her week had degenerated into a seemingly unending sexual performance. She and Kelly had arrived at Snake Eyes before noon. Before they had ever taken a turn on stage, Sharon had found herself in the champagne room, entertaining. It was irregular, as was the clipped almost guttural accent of the man rutting into her, but as she arched her back, urging him on, demanding that he ‘fuck her harder’ she realized it was not an accent that she had not heard recently.
When she had finished getting her apparent admirer off, she had unselfconsciously wandered naked into the common changing room. While touching up her make up, she had asked Amelia, who was changing after finishing a set about the strange accent.
“Dunno,” the painfully thin young black woman had shrugged, “There’ve been a lot of Aussies this month.” Sharon nodded-- she had assumed it was related to a joint operation at the nearby army base, and that accent wasn’t as peculiar. “Oh,” Amelia snorted, after a moment, “You mean that Afrikaner? He wouldn’t give me the time of day, but most of them are racist bastards,” she shrugged, “Guess he liked slumming coming here… I’m kind of surprised Go didn’t have someone beat his prejudiced ass.”
“Afrikaner?” Amelia looked at Sharon in surprise, “Yeah… white from South Africa.”
“Oh,” Sharon remembered the battles over aparteid, when she had been newly married. “Why would someone like that come here?” Amelia shrugged.
“Maybe he wanted to try to win you away from the dark side.” Both women had laughed at that.
“Well, if that was his goal, let’s just say he left me wanting.” Amelia giggled at that. Sharon smiled, selecting another thong and bra set, which she had barely donned before being recalled to the Champagne room and another ‘personal dance.’ She had learned in the prior weeks to leave the bag with the dwindling supply of the lotion in the drawer at her station, and deftly applied it to her clit after every second or third ‘guest.’ The day was busier than past night had been, and Sharon had finished four trips to the champagne room before she and Kelly had danced a set. Afterwards, when she had started to head onto the floor with Kelly, who’d been ordered to ‘circulate’ by one of Go’s runners, she had been pointedly informed she was ‘already booked,’ the smarmy young runner pointing back toward the blue lit room.
It had been an almost uninterrupted string of eager partners, most of whom said little but stared at her as if she was some rare zoo exhibit. More than one mumbled something about ‘not believing it was happening,’ and several had paused after finishing, asking for an autograph on a DVD or magazine. Though horrified to see pictures of herself in glossy print, Sharon had managed to sign without letting on she was surprised, and had managed to calm herself, after seeing the pictures were all with the mask on or at such an angle her face was not visible.
There had been an increasing number of Caucasians visiting her in the blue room, but until Thursday night, after the discussion with Amelia, Sharon had not really thought about it. Looking around while making the right noises and moving just so, she had realized it as not all of the girls serving more white customers… just her. And with the sudden attitude change and the requests for her to sign things, she had realized before the end of their shift on Thursday what was happening… she had new fans based on her appearing on television.
She had wondered just who could have so much money they would fly to the middle of the country… many obviously from other countries, just to have sex with her. And she had been frustrated… many didn’t last as long as her husband, and few were larger than Chris. Panting after she had gotten him off close to midnight, one balding, obese man wiped at his brow, beaming at her.
“Thank you so much,” he enthused, “You’re amazing… I never thought I’d… Well, I mean… but then I saw you… and I read how you do ‘fuck a fan.’ I just can’t thank you enough.” Sharon had told the obviously timid man he’d ‘been amazing’ and had thanked him before apologizing that she needed to go freshen up before someone else wanted some attention. Instead of becoming angry or wondering if he had left her wanting, the man had bobbed his head, backing away from the seat where they had been rutting, forgetting to zip up until the room’s glowering bouncer had pointed it out.
Head spinning, Sharon had rushed down the opposing hall, past the dressing room, to Go’s office. He had not been in when she burst in, so Sharon had stepped up, scanning through the mirrored one way glass until she had seen him, handling the crowd, which that night included keeping the small party of obvious outsiders that were secluded near one end of the long stage, as well as the frowning nearby regulars happy.
She had paused long enough to don a fresh bra and panty set, as well as a flimsy shawl before rushing past the waiting runner and out onto the floor.
Her appearance had triggered whistles and cheers from everyone, but especially the knot of anxious white men who had been ogling Glory’s routine. Ignoring them all, she had stormed up to Go, barely keeping her voice down as she caught the bolo tie he had been wearing, tugging ineffectually in an effort to get his ear closer.
“I Don’t Fuck Fans,” she had growled. Go had calmly taken the short fat black cigar from his lips, leering at her.
“Really? Seems to me you’ve been doing that here since day one.” Sharon blushed but did not back down.
“You know what I mean. This is… I can’t… You don’t seriously expect me to… They’re not even any good at it,” she had seethed, only the last comment getting the big club owner moving. Swatting her bare hip sharply, he had turned to the staring crowd of her ‘fans,’
“Sorry, gents, the little filly wants some special attention from ol’ Go,” he had winked, moving them both toward the hallway, “I’ll try to leave enough for you to enjoy. Hang on to those numbers.” The friendly façade was gone before the opaque curtain hiding the darkened hallway had stopped closing behind them; Go’s enormous hand caught the back of Sharon’s neck and the club owner casually tossed the woman less than half his size against the wall, stepping forward as he did, “You dumb cunt, you think you can…” Sharon’s response was not what he expected from the helplessly trapped white wife. It was not what Sharon would have ever considered doing. Spinning back, amplifying the bounce from the wall, she lashed out, clawing at Go’s eyes while the same side knee came up impossibly fast. Go’s head snapped back, Sharon’s painted nails tangling in his beard, pulling several hairs and causing a lingering sting that was almost eclipsed as her knee hammered against his inside thigh. The force of her counter was spent, so that there was no real pain when she shifted higher against his crotch.
“Bastard!” she hissed, starting a second swing with her free hand, Go having caught hold of the right, the fingers still tangled in her beard. Though accustomed to violence, and comfortable with it, the club owner was also wise enough not to react like the ego driven monkey mind that seems to rule all men from 15 to 25 was urging. Taking a deep breath, he spun the irate woman away from him so she could not try to land a second knee. He dropped his arm, effectively clothes lining her with her own arm, and frog marched her to his office, glad that he could get there without going past the dressing room.
Sharon kicked and scratched the entire way, her grunts and aborted cries for help muted when Go lifted her arm, pinning the crook of her elbow over her mouth. He didn’t release her, even after he’d gotten safely into the office, throwing the seldom used bolt on the sound insulated door. The married white wife went on struggling for nearly three minutes before she began to calm. By then, Go was smiling in amusement at the spirit she had shown. Sharon was without a doubt full of surprises.
As soon as he sensed her tantrum was done… or at least that she was out of energy, the big club owner spun her away from him and into the heavy leather chair positioned in front of his desk. Careful that he knew where her knees were, in case she had been shamming, he advanced, using his own knee to pin her just short of painfully in the seat. He held himself there, glaring down until the helpless dancer looked up at him. Even then, it was fury and defiance he saw, not fear or deference.
“Are you going to do something stupid again?” he asked, conversationally. After several short breaths, Sharon managed to shake her head. “So I can let go and sit down and we’ll talk.” Not a question. Sharon just glared. He let go, circled his desk, then sat, leaning back expressively, emphasizing he was not threatened or a threat. “Care to tell me what that was about?”
“You threw me into the wall, asshole!” Sharon’s voice was flat. Go pursed his lips… velvet or steel?
“You were putting my business at risk,” he answered with the same neutral tone. “I can’t have that from anyone… Especially when you’re the one making the natives restless.”
“Bullshit,” she paused, then shook her head, “What are you talking about?”
“You’re the one trying to be the next Sasha Blue,” he answered, “Get that nice award for being the best new piece of ass on tape, and suddenly you’ve got a booming fan business.”
“So I gathered,” Sharon said sourly, “Like I asked for any of it… I hadn’t even realized until tonight what was going on.” Go snorted derisively, “I’m serious,” she growled, “The last asshole mentioned my fucking fans… I don’t fuck fans.”
“Well, that would be debatable,” Go shrugged, “I can assure you the guys who enjoy you are your fans.” He shook his head in growing amusement, “So until that last fat turd you hadn’t noticed you’ve been more… popular? What about the Aussies?”
“Who goes on vacation to fuck strange women?” Sharon’s naivete was obvious, even after months working her ass as a BZ Bitch. “I just thought it was some joint operation thing at the base… You know, like those Russians who were in around Halloween.” Go nodded-- if she was lying she was a world class sociopath, which meant she was not lying.
“So you want me to tell your… chaperones that you don’t want to do what they expect you to do?” Sharon paled slightly and shook her head ‘no.’ “I didn’t think so. There’s lots of guys clamoring to get inside of you,” Sharon shuddered, “I’d be a fool not to take advantage of it. And I’m no fool.” He had dropped his feet at the time and leaned over his desk, “Which brings us to that little outburst when we went into the back,” he stared at Sharon, hard. She did not quail as he had expected. “That cannot happen again. I won’t put up with it. You remember Palomino?” Sharon bit her lip but nodded after a beat. “Good. There isn’t anyone who can put this business at risk without there being consequences. If it means dragging you home and fucking you on the island in your kitchen… making you beg me for it while hubby watches, that’s what I’ll do. Do you understand me?” Sharon’s face was ashen. She swallowed and nodded. “Good. I’d hate to lose a spitfire like you… You’re going to go far little Mrs. Synn.” Sharon opted not to argue, merely nodding, which Go took as a good sign.
“Besides,” he could not keep from teasing her, “What was your last straw out there? That they do not get you off?” Sharon blushed, but managed a nod. “Well, that’s a lesson for you, too… And it’s news to me, ‘cause you’ve been convincing everyone of them they’re the first stud to ever make you cum. So you’re doing good. I’ll see if we can’t find someone to volunteer to make sure you cum before you go home, all right?” Without really thinking about it, Sharon had nodded. She was aware suddenly then that she was almost impossibly horny… If Go just pushed it inside of her she’d…
“You could take care of me right now,” she heard herself say, fingers playing with her aroused nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. He chuckled.
“Oh, that’s tempting, little one, but there’s a table full of guys you have to get off before our regulars take offense at the visiting team. Now go out there and shake that fine ass.” After she had obediently left his office, Go opened an unlocked drawer in his desk, and carefully retrieved the small bag of tablets that was kept carefully hidden behind a false back. He separated a pair, called for a margarita rocks, and after crushing the tabs carefully stirred them into the drink before carrying it down and setting it at Sharon’s station with a note on which he had scrawled, ‘To one of my favorite girls, keep up the good work’ and was signed with his heavy ‘Go.’
Sharon had returned from getting the next visiting fan off a few minutes later. Having had nothing to eat, she wrote the spins she got almost immediately off as being just the tequila. Though staying focused to put on her best performance was more difficult with the next mousy fan, she was delighted to find that it felt good as he thrust into her… in fact, by the time he stiffened, finishing up in the requisite condom, she was on the edge of her own orgasm, and managed a small climax by pressing her sex almost savagely against the hapless man’s pubic bone. The man was blushing fiercely by the time her shudders had subsided, and seemed delighted at the experience, hastily tucking a $100 bill into her bra, which had remained on through the act.
Instead of being sated by her pleasure, Sharon found herself in almost desperate need of more, and had rushed to be ready for the next ‘guest.’ She had entertained not just the men flying hundreds and thousands of miles to visit her, but the men enjoying other dancers in the champagne room the way she moaned and thrashed, welcoming the stranger’s thrusts. Her arousal built with each successive fan, and when Go’s runner had come to tell her it was time to get ready for the set with Kelly, the drug addled, lust hazed housewife had nearly refused.
Instead, she had stripped down more quickly than the pair usually did, and by the middle of the second song was atop the smaller younger woman. After energetically grinding their sexes together into the final chorus, Sharon had managed a handstand, levering her torso up by anchoring her heels high over head on the pole, plunging her face into Kelly’s bare sex. Sucking and licking hungrily, she had voraciously eaten the younger woman while fingering her own insatiable sex, hips bucking and gyrating in time with the third song. Unable to keep her concentration at the actual sexual advance, poor Kelly had been reduced to panting, moaning, and trembling by the song’s end. While the crowd went wild, Sharon had wiped her young lover’s juices from her face and had licked her lips suggestively as one of the bouncers slipped up onto the stage and carried Kelly into the back.
The girls who had been working the floor had been watching in shock and arousal, and there were silent stares from those getting ready to dance when Sharon sauntered into the dressing room. Looking around, she had asked pointedly if someone else wanted her to ‘dance with her’ that night, but before anyone could take her up on the slurred offer, she had been notified that another ‘fan’ was ready for her.
Sometime during that coupling, as she was screaming she was cumming again and demanding the flabby middle aged man fuck her harder, it was as if Sharon’s rational mind simply shut off. She was still moving, moaning, begging for more, and thrusting hungrily at the series of guests and regulars who lined up to enjoy the especially hot housewife that night. The six men who had still been awaiting their turn with the new discovery insisted to Go or his bouncers as they were safely escorted out to their cars that she had been the best they had ever met. And aside from the time it took to clean up, touch up, and don new lingerie, Sharon was a fixture in the blue room until nearly an hour after the club closed at 2.
She hungrily sucked at the succession of strange cock, and eagerly fucked man after man, thanking each with a broad lazy smile as she lay on the cushion when they finished and pulled out. She even interacted with the other girls, who had no idea the nympho housewife had received some pharmaceutical encouragement. Some wondered at how obviously aroused she was, having sex with so many men. Glory rolled her eyes when the insatiable white wife insisted that every one of her ‘guests’ was a ‘stud’ that night, telling Sharon she could drop the act outside the blue room.
After an especially aggressive coupling with one of the club’s regulars, who had decided he needed to ‘remind the slut why she danced there,’ Sharon gushed to the other girls how much ‘she loved them.’ It left the more experienced strippers skeptical until Sharon caught hold of Kelly, giving her a passionate kiss.
Go had wisely cancelled Sharon and Kelly’s last sets. The younger coed was still rattled thirty minutes after Sharon had given her a screaming orgasm on the stage in front of a couple hundred strangers, and the kiss sent her spinning once again… At least she did not balk at working in the Champagne room after that, though. Of course, there were fewer guests interested in enjoying her that night, and she had been wandering the club, offering the occasional lap dance, until close. When she began to ask when Sharon would be done in the Champagne room at about 2:30, Go had guided the young coed back to the dressing room and had quietly insisted that Kelly take Sharon’s Range Rover and go home, assuring the young BZ Bitch he would see to it Sharon got home when she was through.
He had been true to his word, in a manner of speaking. The second tier of six men were finished with the BZ prize bitch just before 3AM. There had also been three regulars, two of whom had been less than thrilled at the ‘poachers’ as they had termed the increasing stream of outsiders interested in balling Sharon. Go had been carefully keeping the visitors numbers down… never more than four in a night, and since the newly voracious housewife was taking easily ten men in a shift, it had not been a problem, but he had come up against the simple fact that when school ended for the semester Sharon would be going home, and he had opted to maximize the greater income shopping her out as a star brought.
He smiled, watching the still aroused housewife masturbating in the seat beside him as he drove her home in his Cadillac XLR. She had not hesitated a moment, sauntering to the low slung sports car in just a fresh set of ‘Snake Eyes’ thin cotton racerback bra and thong panty. She held her clothes and purse in one hand, along with a second bag with more of the bras and panties. Sharon had no way of knowing why… she was not really aware what she was carrying, only that she was impossibly horny and needed cock. Belatedly realizing Go was in the car, she had without a word slipped the shoulder strap off of her belt, fingers scrabbling at his jeans before she sucked his rising cock into her mouth, sucking at him fervently until he had pulled up before her unit in the apartment complex just off campus.
There had already been a car waiting, and Go was slightly put off… he had been clear in his instructions to the men wanting the ‘special’… they were to park away from her place and walk to their appointment. The feigned bravado of her first appointment wilted under Go’s harsh glare, and the man agreed to park elsewhere and return, although Go was unsure whether he would really be back. It helped, he had decided later, than Sharon had strutted up the short walk and was leaning against the doorframe, playing with herself. Smiling at the sexy image, Go had snapped several photos before guiding the endlessly aroused housewife into her apartment… It was good they were getting back so late… none of her neighbors had been privy to the impromptu show.
Go had proceeded to enjoy the married slut draped over the couch, splayed out on the kitchen table, and on her bed, relieved that it was not the demanding, almost intimidating woman he had last banged in his office a week before, but a responsive, multi-orgasmic woman always begging for more. He knew the real Sharon would be back in a few hours, but having her more pliable was crucial to pleasing her fans.
He had managed to finish a few moments after there was a knock on the door, and had left Sharon in a semblance of the doggy style position, ass high, head on her pillow, as he sauntered out, zipping up as he went, to let her admirer in. He was glad he had scheduled the first visitor for forty five minutes instead of thirty, since it had taken an extra fifteen minutes for the stranger to park and return. Sharon did not come out of the bedroom, dutifully changing at Go’s instruction into fresh undies before each guest arrived, the used garments having gone with her fans as souvenirs. Go sat watching SportsCenter in the front room, then watched the early morning news as a final 5 men took a turn with the world famous housewife whore. The last thanked Go effusively as he left. Go chuckled… none of the men had lasted 20 minutes with Sharon.
Having watched some of the porn DVD’s littering the small entertainment center, he had determined where some of the hidden cameras were positioned. Winking at the camera set over the fireplace mantle, he had counted out the tips the men had left, kept his cut, and tucked the rest into the tin of weed on the mantle. He guessed Dave would collect at least some of Sharon’s bonus, which did not really matter to him.
Poking his head into the bathroom, he grinned… The room reeked of sex. Sharon looked little different from the position he had initially left, her, except she was turned across the bed. Eyes closed, she was fingering her still wet sex, hips undulating slightly. Shaking his head, he closed the door, checking his watch… ten hours ‘switched on’ had to be more than just the E… Sharon truly was insatiable when her inhibitions were unchecked.
He opened his phone, dialing a number as he checked that the front door was locked. The line was picked up as he climbed into the luxury sports car. It was not ideal for the snowy roads he faced, but he knew how to drive and the car was sexier than his old Jeep.
“You freelancing our girls now?”
“Hey, Shaun,” Go liked the younger man; he was sharp, and never missed an angle. Of course, Go had not been successful by being a lightweight. “If Dave had not mentioned this to you, there would have been a BZ welcoming party before the first guy was done.”
“Maybe just me,” Shaun’s calm assurance reminded Go of the way he did business.
“I think that would have been sufficient,” he agreed.
“Someone would have been there for sure.” There was a pause, and Go could imagine the man who had ensnared Sharon watching her on a monitor somewhere. “She do it all on her own?” Go snorted.
“Mostly… She had a little help, but if you can see what she’s doing now…” Shaun did not confirm or deny. “Well, there’s no way that’s all little helpers. She’s a flat out grade A sex junky, she just hides it most of the time, even from herself.”
Shaun could not argue about that. And he was not really angry about the big club owner whoring her out as he had… Doing fans at the apartment, meant they had it on film, and Go had insisted each of the men sign a waiver including rights to ‘any images’ before they had gotten to enjoy themselves. Those had been tucked into the chip box opposite the weed on the mantle.
“Did you leave a waiver, too?”
“What? Shit, sorry… I’ll drop one by the frat.” The club owner had forgotten that using Sharon in her apartment would have been on tape, even when he was the one fucking her. He smiled at the knowledge he would soon be seen by God knew how many men and no few women using the hot white wife. “She wasn’t a problem once the E was on board, but she’s developing a bit of an attitude,” he warned.
“Dave said as much… we’re trying to figure that out,” Shaun knew Go might have a better perspective, “Any ideas?”
“No, but I’ve got my eyes open… I didn’t see anything but reefer in her purse… I’ll check at her station when I get back home.” Go had a luxurious mansion, but it was mostly for the few days he took away from the club as vacation and the occasional parties he threw for his girls… and for his various business ‘associates,’ of course. He lived for the most part at the club. Thinking about the big house, though, Go admitted to himself that throwing a party with the BZ Bitches as his prime hostesses could be just the way to start the new year.
“She gonna be ready to party tonight?” Go laughed.
“She was masturbating in her sleep when I left. I think she’ll be up to whatever you’ve got planned.” Shaun rang off, and Go headed back to Snake Eyes, pausing only long enough to sign a waiver which he dropped by the sprawling but quiet frat house.
Shaun shook their prize catch awake shortly before 5PM. Checking the cameras, they knew she had been asleep without interruption for almost 10 hours. Groaning, the white housewife had blinked, unsurprised at who was leaning over her. In fact, she had smiled after a moment, arching her back, groaning again, and mumbling a shy and sexy ‘hi’ before rolling out of bed with an unconscious grace and padding quickly to the bathroom. The walk into the bathroom was a wavering track, and she braced on the doorway, holding her other hand to her head, obviously adapting to a hangover. He heard the toilet flush, after which she opened a drawer, and he heard her rummage for a moment before muttering ‘shit.’ She opened a bottle and Shaun assumed she had been having trouble finding the Tylenol.
A moment later, Sharon had exited, stark naked and unashamed, and had asked Shaun with a little girl’s voice as she half turned in the doorway, raising a knee along the frame of the door in an unmistakably sexy pose if he had just come by to say hello.
Laughing, Shaun had proceeded to take the beautiful older woman her bed, finishing in the shower, as he had explained that as much as he would like to keep her to himself for the night, they were going to celebrate. Sharon did not know what he meant, but did not push, although the experienced Frat member had already realized his friend and Go were right… Sharon had been much more aggressive and demanding in their sex, no longer ashamed at enjoying it with him instead of her husband, or embarrassed to want her own pleasure as well… It was more than that, though, and he was glad they were watching her more closely.
He had also been relieved that she was not uncomfortable having sex, considering how many men had used her in the last twenty four hours. He had started gently, teasing her, asking why her clit was so big, was she just happy to see him. She had giggled, throwing herself at him, hands tearing at his clothes, but he had not really been kidding… Her clit… somehow it looked much bigger then he remembered it being. It could be that she had lost weight… Always thin, she had barely been eating, and her ribs and the lines of her musculature were plain. The only down side in his mind was that her breasts were also obviously smaller than they had been just a few weeks before, but as he had hammered into her from behind under the beating spray of the shower, he had smiled, knowing that there was an easy fix for that.
While Sharon went to work drying her hair, Shaun went out into the kitchen, deftly mixing a Mind Eraser, then lighting a thick joint from the tin on the mantle. After pausing to collect the chips and waivers, tucking them into his jacket pocket, Shaun carried the drink into the bathroom, making it a point to watch his prize Bitch getting ready for the night’s festivities. Sharon smiled and thanked him for the drink, which barely seemed out of the ordinary any longer, any more than sharing the joint with her young pimp and lover. At Shaun’s direction, she applied her make up, then donned red crotchless fishnets he had brought, along with a red and green ‘BZ Bitch’ strappy T and cotton shorts combination and a matching stocking cap. He pointed to red patent leather 5” heels she did not remember buying in her closet.
Sharon never thought to ask where the Range Rover was as she went out, pleased when Shaun held the door for her. There had been more snow and walking in the heels wasn’t as hard as it had been when she had started work at Snake Eyes, but in the snow she worried she might fall.
They were at the frat just a few minutes after five, and Sharon had a fresh drink in her hands the moment she was inside. The air was heavy with the scent of reefer the moment they were beyond the front entry room, where special fans kept the air clean in the case of unexpected visitors.
The entire scene was so familiar to the once naïve housewife that she easily fell into the rhythm of the party, gossiping and laughing with the other BZ Sisters that were circulating through the big house, and giggling and teasing the happy young men. Of course, it was not long before it was more than the passing grope or suggestive comment. Hip Hop versions of Christmas tunes were pounding on the main floor, and Sharon spent several songs dancing with one or two, even three of the frat members. She saw Kelly once, and smiled wickedly at the thought of doing their show for everyone, but one of they guys had swept her away before she could ask if her young lover was interested in giving them such a gift.
The hot tub was on, and Sharon went from gasping at the cold having been inside when Gavin led her outside, to a long squeal when he tossed her in. He paused only to long enough to shuck his long shorts, setting them carefully on a chair back before jumping in with her. Sharon scolded the young man about ruining her costume, but giggled when he thumbed her nipple through the thin top; in the cold air out of the bubbling water, both nubbins were tingling they were so hard. Spinning her around, he announced he needed to wrap his present. Sharon barely had time to catch the edge of the tub in both hands as he yanked her shorts to her knees, then availed himself to her sex thanks to the crotchless stockings. She arched her back, groaning happily as he lanced into her, and met his every thrust, urging him on, begging him to fuck her harder. Her passion was contagious and it was only a few minutes before his load boiled into her sex like the bubbling water surrounding them. Their breath was visible, exhalations of pleasure dissipating in the cold as Sharon hunched back at him, ‘No, not yet… keep fucking me! Not yet, baby…’ because she was so close to cumming.
Spanking her bare ass, Gavin apologized, but laughed that he knew she’d ‘get all she could handle’ at the holiday party. He clambered out and reclaimed his shorts as Sharon floated in the frothing water, embarrassingly aware that she was angry she had not gotten off. She tugged the waterlogged shorts into place and climbed out, shivering at the cold and hurrying inside, being careful not to slip on the scattered patches of ice. The thin cotton material hid nothing to begin with, and clinging to her wet skin, Sharon quickly attracted more attention. Someone thrust a fresh drink into her hand, and before she had taken three drinks a bong had appeared, from which she dutifully toked. She laughed as someone spun her into the doorway, and struck a pose reminiscent of the one she had used to seduce Shaun that morning… Had it been that morning? She giggled, not caring as she watched the hungry expressions of the guys looking her up and down, hooting and shouting encouragement at her. God, she was horny. Someone pointed and she glanced up to see she had come to a stop below what looked like the mistletoe her ****** always hung strategically in the doorways at home for Christmas. She blinked, seeing that instead of a red and green ornament, the leaves and oversized fruits were black.
The nearby frat members moved closer around her and began to chant, ‘kiss, kiss, kiss!’ Sharon found herself on the receiving end of one kiss after another, hands moving casually over already aroused body, simply building her need. She whined when a voice announced over the house intercom for all BZ Sisters to meet in the front room. Sharon giggled as several more guys took a turn kissing her before she managed to slip out of the doorway, hurrying to the big entry room. Seeing her sisters, she smiled and greeted the others, many of whom she had not seen for several weeks. Everyone was laughing and having fun, and it seemed that what they were doing was the most natural behavior imaginable. There was a big stack of boxes in the center of the room, and Shaun and Dave had the girls begin taking boxes to the appropriate frat members. When everyone had a box, the women found themselves looking out at the smiles and hungry eyes of nearly the entire frat. No one had begun to open anything, waiting for permission or instructions, she guessed. The girls preened and posed and giggled, teasing the gathered young men. The sexual tension in the air was unmistakable.
“Happy Holidays, friends,” Shaun spoke into a cordless microphone, moving in the space between the women and men, “We always have a shirt to commemorate our parties… This year, it was a little late, but they’re here and I think you will like them. Gentlemen?” With a whoop the young men tore at the packages, all of which contained a white shirt adorned with the ubiquitous ‘BZ’ logo, and with a high resolution image of mistletoe embossed low on the front. The women watched as the guys hurriedly stripped off whatever shirts they were wearing and donned the ‘holiday attire.’ Sharon giggled, seeing there were black mistletoe sprigs in every doorway.
“Head on in to the dining room,” Shaun told the group, “We had to go with tenderloin over turkey so no one would fall asleep tonight.” The guys laughed and talked, starting for the doorways leading to the dining hall. The girls waited, wondering what was expected of them. “Oh wait,” Shaun slapped his forehead as if he had missed something, “You’ll get your packages from Santa after dinner, but be sure to grab an elf to help you during dinner.” The older frat members had hung back, Sharon realized; they knew the drill. There were fewer Sisters than there were frat members, though many women Sharon had not seen before-- she was guessing older sisters returned just for the night’s party-- were in attendance as well; the women had been making introductions, and she had been embarrassed to realize many of the strangers already knew who she was… the knowledge she was so famous in the BZ circles had also triggered the spark of pleasure she was hardly reacting to as being different any longer. Her body trembled and she nearly climaxed without any real stimulation, and when the moment had passed, it was a struggle not to use her fingers to relieve the pressure to get off.
The girls were quickly grabbed by the eager frat members. Sharon found herself being led by the hand to the dining hall by Samir. The thin young man paused in the doorway, offering an almost shy smile as he leaned in to kiss her. Sharon kissed back, her body undulating against the frat member, in part because she did not want him to feel bad that she had been hoping Tom or one of the other big linemen would choose her. She saw Tom had Kelly in tow, and was both happy for her partner and more than a little jealous.
The table had just enough seats for the frat members. Sharon, Kelly, and the other newer Sisters paused, uncertain what they were supposed to do. Shaking his head at them as if they should have known better, Dave pointed toward the veterans, who were ducking under the table, hands coming up to open the pants of the frat members as they sat down to dinner.
“You got to enjoy being under the mistletoe,” Dave laughed, using another of the microphones that projected his voice throughout the frat, “Now it’s your turn to give the guys a kiss. And,” he held up a metallic wrapped jewelry box package, “The first elf to finish the job gets a special gift.” Sharon did not think, driving beneath the table and hurriedly getting Samir’s pants open. He grunted, then settled as Sharon set about devouring his semi-erect cock. The young man quickly swelled to full erection and she redoubled her efforts, aware beneath the table of the men’s muffled voices, and the amplified sounds of the other girls working like her to earn the gift.
Sharon caught Samir’s knees with both hands, lunging at him, swallowing the broad head of his cock with each downward pump. Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked hungrily, tongue swirling around the shaft to the head on each backstroke. Within a minute Samir groaned, his hand slipping beneath the table, clutching at Sharon’s hair. Instead of slowing, Sharon ignored the pain of her hair pulling, redoubling her efforts. An almost evil smile curved her lips around the helpless frat boy’s jutting cock, as she reveled in being able to so easily strip him of control. She groaned, aware of her own need, and feeling his body jerk in response to the sensation, she continued to vocalize, offering the almost thrashing frat member a hummer that carried him over the edge less than two minutes after she had dropped beneath the table.
“Ahhhh!” he moaned, and Sharon wanted to shout, except that her mouth was full of his jism. She swallowed easily, bobbing her head more gently, sucking Samir dry over the next twenty or thirty seconds. She released the young man’s softening cock, hearing the chorus of cheers and jeers as Dave told Samir to ‘bring his elf up to get her prize.” She wiped her mouth, smiling self-consciously as Samir led her by the hand to the front of the dining hall. She could see the young frat member was blushing-- the stereotypical geek, the athletes were giving him hell for his lack of staying power. Stopping in front of Jamal, one of the basketball players, she cocked a hip, glaring at him as she draped herself protectively over the smaller, younger BZ member.
“Are you saying you’d last longer?” she taunted, eyeing him pointedly.” A sophomore, Jamal had not remembered to wait in the main room, and so had not yet gotten an elf of his own, “Shall we see who’s got better control?” She would have sworn the jet black skin paled, and Jamal laughed nervously, pointing out that she had to go get her gift. Sharon kissed Samir on the cheek, thanked him for a ‘wonderful load,’ and hopped up to the dais, ignoring the freshman’s deep blush and the mixed teasing and congratulations the frat’s tech savant received, and the relative quiet as the frat brothers reacted to the way she had interrupted the teasing of one of their own at the expense of another.
Dave winked at her.
“Girls, are you going to let this married mother of a young woman almost ready to become a BZ Sister herself show you up like this?” The few heads that had popped up to see who had won dove back beneath the tablecloth and several of the Brothers were soon panting and moaning. “Let’s hear it for the best kiss under the mistletoe for this year, Sharon Sobel, better known to your friends as Sharon Synn.” Sharon blushed, accepting the hug Dave offered as he handed her the box. She started back for the table and her position in front of Samir, but Dave swatted her barely covered bottom. “Hold on, now, show everyone what you got.” Blushing at the attention, and at the way her body was buzzing with arousal at being the center of attention, Sharon tore at the paper and opened the box, not really sure what to expect. The box was rectangular and flat, like for earrings. Inside, she found a curved stainless steel post with a green bead upon which BZ was written in crimson, and from which dangled the black mistletoe, the berries glittering… black diamonds. There was a similar straight bar with a matching green bead at one end and a slightly flattened silver ball at the other end. She blinked at it for a moment before recognizing it was a tongue stud.
“But I don’t have my…” she started to whisper. Dave leaned close,
“No worries, babe… plenty of time to fix that little problem… Hubby will shit when you blow him with that in.” Sharon blushed, sure that he was right, and a bit surprised to find she doubted Chris would even argue when she showed him… She shuddered at the spasm of her clit, and at the momentary idea he might not mind whatever she brought home. Of course, she knew that was not true.
Any further consideration of what she was thinking was distracted by the necklace that was positioned around the tongue stud. The rope chain was gold plated and was nearly 5mm, thicker than the necklaces she usually wore. A pendant hung from the chain, depicting a stylized but still recognizable Jessica Hare on her knees in a green and red elf’s costume, blowing a definitely black skinned Harold Hare, who’s impressive cock was half out of the busty cartoon’s mouth. Sharon was shocked at how expensive the piece had to be… Jessica’s outfit looked to be emerald and ruby, and black diamonds were Harold’s skin, a white diamond glittering in his open eye as he winked out at her, his visible hand holding a sprig of mistletoe over Jessica’s red orange hair… topaz, she was guessing. She managed a nod when Dave asked if she wanted him to put it on her, and shivered as she looked down where the pendant nestled between her breasts. The guys cheered and she managed a smile, nodding again when Dave whispered that he would send the tongue stud to Donnie so she could have it put in over break.
Dave almost laughed at the dazed response of their clearly stoned prize whore… The only truly pricey stones were the black diamonds, and even they weren’t nearly the cost people expected. Having graduates who were jewelers helped, but the piece had set the frat back less than $400, most of which had been for the heavier chain. Sharon bit her lip as she looked up at him, and reaching back, Dave caught the nearest bong, ‘sharing’ a hit with the winner as the guys cheered yet again. Then he caught her hand, spinning her and shouting.
“Guess it’s time to eat dinner… who still needs an elf to help them out?” Hands shot up across the room, but smiling mischievously he led her to Jamal, who had not been one of the guys hoping to enjoy her skilled mouth. Sharon smiled, bit her lip endearingly, and promised the big forward she would ‘be gentle’ as she ducked under the table and set about opening his pants. He might have been reluctant to ask for her, but by his erection she knew he was more than ready, and she caught hold of the base of his big cock, bobbing her head on just the bulbous mushroom tip and the first few inches until she felt him relax. She kept at it, tongue swirling, sucking gently, head moving less than halfway down his length… until she thought she had felt him lean forward to get something off of his plate.
Instantly she changed gears, powering all the way to his groin, sucking fervently, hand dipping to let her fingernails tease his balls. She levered back, pulling his erection away from his body, never releasing the suction as she began to moan around his shaft. His hips came up, and Sharon saw stars as the move banged her head against the underside of the table, but she reacted, sucking even harder, and then with a gasp, less than a minute after she had begun to suck at his cock, Jamal fed her his load. She backed off when he was spent, aware that his friends were laughing that she’d ‘gotten him good.’ Anxious not to make an enemy when she was so obviously vulnerable, she chanced peeking above the table to argue.
“No, daddy, he got me good… Thank you baby,” she poured it on for the muscular young man, “You can give me that beautiful cock anytime you want.” She thought there was still some anger in his eyes as Jamal nodded, obviously pleased at the compliment.
“We’ll just see about that, little bitch… Glad to help ya.” Sharon thanked him again, then ducked back beneath the table. She watched, seeing the older girls… well, the more experienced girls, at least, were working around the gathered frat members in a clockwise direction. That meant her next brother was the guy who had been giving Jamal a hard time. She thought he was the school’s senior forward, but since basketball season was just under way, and she was more familiar with the football players, it really did not matter. She yanked his shorts down and went to work, managing to get the third fellow off in just about two minutes, as well.
“Pssst,” she looked over to see Joyce eyeing her with a half smile. “Take it easy, girl, or you’ll get TMJ,” the jet black beauty shook her head, “Don’t go makin’ the rest of us look bad… you’ll get more than enough cock, tonight.” So Sharon tried to dial it back with the next ready BZ Brother. Even so, as the men filling her mouth and throat became more aroused it seemed to spur her on, and the longest anyone lasted as she ate them while they ate their meals was 5 minutes. The frat enjoyed their meal-- Sharon had not looked to see what all they were having-- over the next 45 minutes, and with the exception of pauses for more booze and grass, she was under the table with the other Sisters for the entire time. Even so, when the guys began to push away from the table Sharon never considered asking if she could have something to eat-- her stomach was adequately filled by the even dozen loads she had swallowed during the meal.
Giggling, she staggered up from beneath the oversize table with the other girls and let the young men guide her back into the main room on the frat’s ground floor.
A high back chair had been placed in the center of the room, and one of the frat members, Sharon was sure, was decked out in the red and white coat and hat and bushy white beard of Santa Claus. She giggled, because between the hem of the coat, which was unbuttoned at the bottom, and the tops of the black buckle boots, ‘Santa’ was naked. And Santa was fully erect. As she watched, several of the other frat members who had ducked out after dinner appeared, carrying chairs from the dining room. Each wore a less detailed red and white coat and hat, and the requisite bushy white beard. The made a loose circle with the real ‘Santa,’ taking seats and waving their varied erections at the hooting, talking brethren.
“All right, elves,” Dave pointed, “We all know there’s one real Santa Claus, but that he has lots of helpers.” Sharon noticed the veterans were lining up in front of the various young men and quickly moved to join them. She was not surprised to find that there was a ‘Santa’ for each of the BZ Sisters who were present. She opened her mouth, aware that her jaw was a little sore after dinner. Last year’s real Santa gets the throne,” he went on.
Sharon saw that Joyce was standing in front of him. “Last year this was where we used the mistletoe,” Dave continued, and Sharon eyed the erect cocks, trying to decide who was who. She could pick football and basketball players out, and wondered if Tom was one of them. She was almost sure Samir was seated on the opposite side of the ring. She had not seen Shaun, but could not see his impressive cock among those not obscured by the brothers’ position. She shivered, hoping he was part of the circle. “This year we decided everyone should get to enjoy some before we started the party.” The gathered brothers cheered that decision. “I gather you like your new shirts.” That led to another cheer. “Use them carefully when you get home, guys.” There were laughs, “And remember we want suggestions those of you who visit your old stomping grounds… who should we invite next year.”
Sharon assumed Dave meant other men for the BZ frat, whereas the members knew they were being told to find new prospective BZ Bitches. The available cocks seemed to fill Sharon’s senses, and the knowledge that she would soon be having sex had her nearly dripping with desire. “Now we’re taking a page from the Snake Eyes playbook,” Dave continued, “Santas are not allowed to touch their elves. Elves, your job is to find the real Santa… To do that, you need to give them your most precious gift.” For a moment Sharon wondered if Dave meant her ass. She blushed, amazed she could think like that, even as she rubbed her thighs together anxious to feel the big cock jutting toward her sliding inside…
“Whenever you hear the bell, move clockwise. Whenever one of our Santas is finished, we’ll stop, and… well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Sharon nodded, looking at the other girls, some of whom seemed embarrassed, while others seemed as anxious for it to begin as Sharon felt.” Stepping back, Dave raised his off hand and rang the bell he was holding.
Sharon was ahead of more than half of the girls, literally leaping onto the Santa before her. She threw her head back, moaning as he sank more than halfway into her on the first stroke. Catching his shoulders, the now practiced mother arched her back, slipping almost completely off of the frat member’s impressive tool before she settled down, being completely impaled within the first five seconds of coupling. The young man’s breath huffed out in a ‘Jesus!’ as she shimmied her hips, holding him fully inside, reveling in the sensation of his filling her up. She tilted her pelvis, she managed to increase the pressure of his shaft against her clit as she rose, grudgingly letting him slip from her aroused sex, only to reverse course, taking him fully again. She paused, then made a series of small thrusting motions, keeping him mostly buried, quickly sensing the approaching edge of her own release.
Her attention was captured by Joyce. The pretty BZ Sister had an impressive ass… it was not fat, to be sure, but was much heavier than Sharon’s. And the skilled younger woman was using her ass, twitching it impossibly quickly, like Sharon had seen on videos while hanging around the frat. The lithe coed changed technique, then, hips undulating in tight little circles like a pornographic hula dancer.
Sharon tried to emulate the younger woman, and though she knew it wasn’t the piledriver effect she was watching a few seats to her right, the guy beneath her groaned and she immediately redoubled her efforts. Sweat broke out on her forehead… The new twitching maneuver was not generating as much pressure on her hungry clit.
She felt the man she was fucking catch hold of her waist. She growled in protest-- Dave had said they were not supposed to touch the Sisters… Belatedly she realized the bell had rung… Diane giggled as Sharon disengaged, climbing awkwardly down from the panting young man. She moved to the next cock, licking her lips at the way his heavy shaft glistened with the lubrication of the older BZ Sister she had just met that night who was to her left, Monique. She never considered what additional exposure it meant, sharing the succession of cock with her Sisters, but then all were available equally to the fraternity members, so if anything Sharon was the one putting the others at risk, given her additional duties.
Hungry for her release, the once timid housewife eagerly impaled herself on the second frat member, who groaned appreciatively, and again as Sharon began to ride him with abandon. As she was finding her rhythm, there was a masculine shout and Diane gave a delighted cry. Sharon realized as she looked to her right that the guy she had been fucking had just erupted in the brunette. Diane slipped free as the spent Santa’s cock continued to fire, obviously expecting a reward.
“Hold on now, bitches,” Dave ordered over the microphone, ringing the bell repeatedly, “We have our first casualty… but what a way to go, right? Get down, girls…” Sharon giggled, relieved that she wasn’t the only one disappointed by the pause in the action. “C’mere Diane,” Dave motioned and the barely clothed young brunette bounced close to the long step where Dave was standing. “For being the first to get one of the Brother Santa’s off, you get a special gift.” He handed her a small box, and the *****, aroused young woman laughed and quickly changed her dangling earrings for the small replicas of the mistletoe hanging in the doorways. As she was doing it, other BZ members grabbed the chair that had been occupied by the guy Sharon had first fucked, and the remaining Santas tightened the circle.
“Start moving in a clock wise direction,” Dave ordered, “I think you know this game…” Sharon realized with perverse pleasure that she did, indeed. A moment later, the music cut out and Sharon leapt forward, barely beating Keiko to the closest Santa. The lithe young Asian managed to bounce away from Sharon, getting the next guy’s cock into her sex before the women who were coming up to him could get into play. Around them girls squealed and shrieked. The guys laughed and cheered, shouting encouragement, then teasing and jeering Robin, an upper class BZ Sister Sharon had just met that night. The woman was blushing fiercely as she was led from the room to what fate Sharon could only guess.
Sharon was barely paying attention, though, anyway; her focus was the new cock thrust completely into her tingling seam. She groaned with the muscular young man beneath her, arching her back, twitching her hips, pumping up and down in short, quick, hungry strokes.
The bell rang, and Sharon was torn… she did not want to stop fucking the wonderful cock jutting up with potency, promising a delicious climax. But Diane was standing beside her, eyeing her pointedly, her arms crossed, and glancing to her left, Sharon saw the next Santa’s bare, glistening cock. Licking her lips, she grudgingly dragged her aroused box off of the boy she had been pleasuring. She felt him relax as she climbed down, moving to the next ready young cock.
Around her, the other BZ Bitches were rising and falling, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the muted moans and panting breath of so many people amplified Sharon’s need, and after pausing to bend at the waist, theatrically slurping at the new ‘Santa’s’ cock before taking it into her sex, Sharon caught the hapless young man by the shoulder and began to ride him almost violently.
“C’mon, Santa,” she husked, “Give me my present!” Her new partner was taut. She giggled, thinking that he was not one of the football players, and wondering if he played soccer or baseball, since he was too short to play basketball. She knew there were several members like Samir, brainiacs or electronics wizards… the guys that helped the others pass their classes and organized the frat so it ran like a well oiled machine. She bit her lip, imagining the cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like that well oiled machine. She arched her back, increasing the pressure on her engorged clit. God, that felt good.
The Brother’s hands were abruptly pushing at her abdomen, and Sharon giggled as she realized the action had been called to a stop again. She glanced around, biting her lower lip while teasing the poor boy’s cockhead with her dripping fringe before stepping back away from him. Beside her, Diane was beaming, as the Santa Sharon had just finished riding sheepishly left the ring. Diane was given baby wipes to clean herself up, and Sharon saw that one of the new girls on the other side of the ring was also cleaning up, having gotten her Santa off, as well.
“How about that, gang, two going at once… guess it’ll be a tougher fight to get more cock, won’t it, my Bitches?” The women nodded, looking at each other, each trying to decide whether going right or left would be best when the music stopped. A hip hop version of ‘Jingle Bells’ started up, and the Sisters began to circle the remaining Santas. “Each of you get a drink,” Dave motioned with his microphone to the tables set up at intervals around the path the women were walking, “You’re working hard, we can’t have anyone getting dehydrated.” The frat members chuckled, as Sharon and the others dutifully grabbed Solo cups from the tables. Sharon choked hers down, not wanting to be distracted when the music stopped.
She shrieked like some of the others when the chorus cut out, leaping at the nearest BZ Brother, truly launching herself into his lap. Her ready sex easily accepted his thick spear and she was more than half impaled before her momentum was absorbed, thighs spread wide, draped over impossibly muscular legs… a lineman, she thought with delight, wondering if it was Tom. Wanting to make him feel good if it was, she began a combined rise and fall with her best imitation of Joyce’s shimmying hips, and the Brother beneath her groaned in obvious pleasure. She paused… was he going to cum? He shifted, and she giggled, certain he was close, and then went to work once again… She was so close… could feel the edge of her orgasm right there…
Big hands slipped beneath her flexing ass, lifting her off of the long, broad cock. She whined in protest, but knew without looking around she had stopped listening again and the bell had rung. Pouting at the interruption, Sharon moved clockwise to the next Santa, track or basketball, she considered by his lanky physique, pleased at another larger than average cock ready for her to enjoy. She glanced to her right as she settled fully onto the new erection, and was surprised to see it was not Diane beside her. For a moment she thought the young woman had been caught without a cock, but then she saw the brunette was riding a Santa farther to her right. She smiled weakly at… Rebecca, it took the sex addled, drunken housewife a moment to remember the girl’s name. She was another upper classman, and Sharon had seen her dance at Snake Eyes on some of the ‘open’ nights, but had not stopped to think that the girl was a BZ Sister. Her hair was brown by the roots, but had been dyed a dark red. Various tattoos covered much of her torso, and she wore a silver chain from a high ear piercing to the piercing in her lobe, Sharon noticed, before turning her attention to the next Santa in the line.
Sharon smiled down as she straddled her new suitor… Light black skin, muscled legs, but not the heavy muscles of the linemen. She knew it could be Verel, and was glad that she was not able to identify the Brothers just by their cocks… Giggling drunkenly at the thought that she might be able to do just that with a little more practice, Sharon arched her back, settling onto the new cock. He was average, but that did not matter, she knew… if she could get off with Chris, any of the BZ members could get her off… She began to ride without considering what she was thinking; only her need to cum was important. She had barely found her rhythm when there was a familiar masculine groan, and Rebecca gave a short laugh. Sharon looked at the way she was snugged down onto Tom’s erupting cock with jealousy, never wondering how she knew with certainty that it was Tom. She and the other BZ Bitches obediently stepped away from their partners as the spectators cheered. Rebecca wiped at herself briefly while Tom struggled up from the chair in which he had been sitting, and lumbered from the room.
The girls grabbed fresh glasses of the night’s minty sweet alcoholic drink and began to walk the circle. Sharon had just dropped her empty glass when the music stopped. She was between two of the Santas, and glancing at them instinctively went for the larger cock, the boy to her right. Liquid splashed her face and chest and she cried out but didn’t slow down. Her shoulder was just ahead of Rebecca’s as she threw herself into the Brother’s lap, not caring if she managed to get him into her sex, yet.
“Bitch!” she cried, pawing at her eyes with the hand not holding onto ‘Santa’s’ shoulder. Still blinking at the stinging alcohol, she reached down, bringing another cock to her ready slit, not even considering how eager she was to fuck a stranger. The frat members who had seen the more experienced BZ Bitch’s ploy laughed. She had found herself in a heap, knocked aside blindly by the older, similar sized married co-ed. Sharon heard Rebecca cursing and resolved then and there not to be caught out… whatever the experienced Sister did not want to do, Sharon was sure she wanted to avoid as well. Besides, she reasoned, rising and falling steadily on the new cock, trying to build back to that edge of orgasm she had been with Tom, one of these times she would actually get off.
The process continued. Behind her, the guy she had been riding when Tom came was the next to get off. The poor girl he filled up, a petite brown haired sophomore named Megan, got off at the same time, and was still so buzzed when Dave stopped the music after barely time to move a couple Santas down the line that she was eliminated. Two BZ seated beside each other went off together before Sharon could really find a rhythm with her new partner, and she was obviously mad when she had to circle away from the impressive cock for anther, all of which seemed to increase the cheering. The number of circling BZ ‘Elves’ dwindled, as did the remaining ready cocks… she had lost count of how many girls each of the remaining ‘Santas’ had taken. Twice more the boy sitting in the throne had been unable to hold of, and the remaining brothers had repositioned. She thought she had finished four more big glasses of the booze, but she was not sure. Staggering around the circle the last time, she had moved close, stabilizing her wobbly course by touching the remaining Brother’s knees, and giggling drunkenly the entire time.
Finding and maintaining a rhythm was getting harder, but Sharon didn’t mind, anymore than she minded the way the guys nearby laughed each time she settled onto a new Saint Nick, groaning ‘yes’ loudly and immediately going to work. Looking around, she realized Diane was no longer in sight… Humping up and down on the cock thrusting up inside of her, she counted four… no five… no four girls… five including her. She giggled, trying to remember how many Santas that meant were left. Her clit pulsed, the spasm almost enough to get her off… but leaving her release just beyond reach. Arching her back, she pressed herself against the young man she was riding, and abruptly felt the heat as he erupted inside of her.
“Mmmmm,” she purred, swiveling her hips, holding him buried, reveling in the sensation, and trying unsuccessfully to get to her own release. “Not done,” she pouted, as some of the Brothers stepped up, bodily lifting her from her spent suitor, and quickly clearing he and the chair away. She looked to the table but there were no new drinks. She wondered if a hit from one of the many bongs would clear her head. Licking her lips, Sharon began to walk to her left even before the music had started… Four guys left… She frowned… four girls? No five… She saw Joyce and Monique had made it, as well as Kelly and a light skinned black girl she knew was a junior, but could not remember the name… The girl’s expression was set, not angry or confrontational, but neither friendly. Sharon giggled, wanting to tell the girl she was too pretty to be so frowny. She listened to the music, humming along with a heavily stylized ‘All I Want for Christmas’ as the remaining women circled the aroused, waiting boys.
The music stopped, and Sharon moved… to her right again, because Joyce was to her left, and she giggled at the fearsome check the girl’s thick ass could bring. Joy, that was the willowy girl’s name-- the girl she easily beat out, in her haste to have a big cock filling her wanting cunt. “Mmmm,” she husked, and set about riding the hapless young man, who seemed frozen, he was so rigid beneath her. She had not been going at it long enough for Joy to have been led from the room before the young man she was humping groaned and began to cum. Sharon tilted her hips, pressing her sex against him savagely, whining in her failed attempt to get off, despite the steady shocks her clit was sending through her body. She slipped off of the boy’s spent cock a moment later, ignoring the proffered wipe and instead scooping the pearly fluid leaking from her sex up with two fingers and then licking her finders clean. There were cheers around her and Sharon shivered, reveling in the attention. Ignoring the complaints Joy was making that Sharon had ‘cheated’ she stretched, and then sauntered to one of the brothers ringing the remaining Santas and Elves, and grabbed his bong, taking a long hit, to renewed cheers.
Head spinning, Sharon laughed deliriously and jumped back into her place in the ring of moving women. When the music stopped, she squealed, managing to settle her trim ass on the lap of one of the Santa’s ahead of Joyce. Sharon gasped as the younger woman’s thick hip slapped against her side above her hip bone, but she had already begun to take the swollen cock inside of her by then, and aside from eliciting a groan from the boy she was slipping down onto, Sharon was barely aware of the contact. She giggled, looking at the muscles cording the young man’s forearms, where he gripped the chair. Aware of what was happening, she abruptly stopped, holding him buried, and struggled to tighten her inner muscles as the Kegel exercises Tawny had insisted she do were supposed to improve. She laughed as the boy beneath her went rigid and a whimper escaped his throat… She had wondered when trying it at the club if there was really any change the men enjoying her could feel, but this was the first time she had proof.
The rush of power made her want to shout. It made her want to go on fucking the young man’s wonderful cock forever. She came with a shudder at the fantasy of doing just that, and by the thrashing beneath her, realized with a fresh rush of pleasure that her Santa was cumming, too. There was a groan to her right, the young man shaking his head, which made Sharon laugh as she watched Kelly working at him almost as eagerly as she had been riding the boys for as long as they had been playing the game. When the young man beneath her had quieted, Sharon slipped off of him gently and stepped back, raising her arms and welcoming the cheers of the surrounding frat members. She was loving it, and had no idea that with very few exceptions the frat members falling out had done so shortly after enduring her eager attention.
There were bongs on the table and she and Kelly laughed and took several hits as the ‘ring’ became a line, the two men in chairs back to back, with the throne pulled off to the side. Monique arched a delicately plucked brow, and Kelly giggled but looked nervously at Sharon, who shrugged, pulling each woman close to share a passionate kiss, smoke leaking from between first she and Kelly, and then she and Monique’s lips. Giggling, Kelly completed the circuit, kissing the upper classman BZ Sister, and then over the din of the entire House’s cheers the women heard the music start up.
Circling the remaining Santas, Sharon blinked and giggled, suddenly certain that one of the remaining young men was Shaun. Licking her lips, Sharon moaned softly, feeling her clit pulse more strongly than it had in days, the lingering stimulation threatening to become an orgasm as she circled the men with Kelly and Monique. She came around in front of him, locked eyes with him, desperate for him to know she knew he was her Santa. But Dave did not cut the music, and she had to move past him, around to the other frat member.
She was moving past him, arousal bringing fresh lubrication to her pussy as she realized the was going to circle around to him again when the music stopped. Sharon blinked. Monique was directly in front of Shaun… already moving onto his lap. Sharon turned, even as part of her mind cried out in horror that it was Kelly she was about to knock out of the game. Her friend and lover was frozen as well, and then as their eyes met, both moved toward the waiting cock. Sharon bit her lip, her entire body still buzzing with the desire for Shaun. At the last moment, as she realized she was going to reach the other boy before Kelly, Sharon pulled up, and smiled in pleasure at the relief and gratitude in Kelly’s eyes as she let the younger woman saddle up. Sharon was not jealous that Kelly was still in the game… neither woman was getting to enjoy the cock she wanted at that moment.
Around her, the spectating frat Brothers shouted, many having obviously bet on Sharon winning. She offered no resistance as two of the younger members caught her by the hands, leading her out of the room. Only as they opened the front door, though, did Sharon realize it was the front door of the frat… she was being led out onto the front porch in just the thin cotton top, her shorts having long since been lost in the activity. The top was soaked with sweat and beer and saliva, and under the halogen light on the porch she knew anyone driving by would have a clear shot of all of her charms.
Her clit pulsed and she writhed in the grip of the two young men, not fighting their punishment, but horrified at what could happen, even as her body responded with a fierce wave of arousal. They let go, slamming the door behind her… the wood was cold on her bare ass. She stumbled forward, wondering if she was supposed to go home like that having lost. She was already shivering, and wondered if she would survive the walk home, or whether being arrested for public indecency would be how Chris found out what a slut his wife had become.
“You just gonna stand there putting on a show?” Gavin asked, and Sharon gasped, seeing he and another frat member were standing at the front corner, by of the personal gate beside the house allowing passage form the front to the backyard. Rubbing her hands over her arms to fight the rising goose bumps, she hurried over, nearly slipping in the process. The guys caught her arms and she relaxed, sure she was safe. There was just time for her to register what was happening as they turned the corner to a wide low metal tub… like she had seen for feeding livestock when she was a young girl. The water was about two feet deep in the tub, which was in view of the hot tub, except that she had not noticed it earlier… or that there was ice floating in the water. Lots of ice. She shivered, feeling momentarily sorry for the women huddled and shivering in the water… the losers of the night’s game.
As that thought reverberated in her drink and weed addled mind, the men easily tossed her into the middle of the big tub. Sharon went under, coming up sputtering and shrieking, her body twitching visibly at the cold. She clutched blindly at the others, desperate for relief from the water, which was being kept from freezing only by the shivering women and a small circulating pump.
“G-g-god, what is this?” she sputtered quietly, not sure if the women were not to talk, considering how quiet everyone was.” She glanced over, hating that three of the members were casually lounging in the hot tub barely twenty feet away. She pressed against Joyce, who shrugged,
“Trust me, when there isn’t cold and snow it’s worse.”
“H-how c-could it b-be worse,” Diane asked… She looked gray and her teeth were chattering.
“When there isn’t s-snow they just use ice,” Joyce was trying valiantly to look unaffected. Sharon chose to emulate the more experienced BZ Sister. “You lay in this and they pour it over you.”
“T-this is g-going to k-kill me!” Diane stammered.
“You can always volunteer for the fun room.” Joyce shrugged. Her skin was heavily prickled by gooseflesh, and she shook her head, “I’m not doing that again.” She did not elaborate, and Sharon decided there were limits to what they were allowed to say; various Brothers were moving along the edge of the tub. Gavin sauntered over, leering down at Sharon,
“I thought you’d go all the way,” he taunted. She fought a sudden wave of shivering, then looked daggers up at him,
“I was about to say the same of you,” Gavin’s smile faded, but he did not get angry. He laughed.
“See how the other girls moved off, left you to yourself? You’re gonna get colder faster, now. Unless you want to come play with us while we wait.” Sharon could not imagine anything could be worse than what she had already done, but the cold had effectively shut down her arousal, and she smiled, shaking her head,
“Thanks, but I don’t think Monique and Kelly are going to be very long.” Looking around, Sharon saw Robin, huddled in the corner, looking more miserable than the others. “God, honey,” she murmured, paddling over to hug the younger woman, who was shaking violently, “Go let them play their games… at least you’ll get warm.” Robin shook her head spastically,
“I already d-did,” her lips were almost blue, “I-it w-was horrible… I-I h-had to b-beg them to l-let me c-come b-back out here.” Sharon hugged her, and Robin managed a feeble smile of thanks. There was a splash and a choking cough, and Sharon saw Keiko thrashing in the hot tub. “T-that’s n-not even the w-worst,” Diane chattered quietly, “T-they D-dP’d her under w-water until s-she p-passed out.” Despite the revulsion she felt at that, part of Sharon remembered the day Shaun had choked her as he was fucking her. Her clit pulsed slightly, despite he cold that seemed to be leaking into her very soul. She distracted herself by imagining what was happening inside… One or the other of the guys would get off… probably had gotten off by now. So did the remaining women fight over him, or was the woman that got the other guy off the winner… or was there a winner for the women? There had to be-- Joyce had been the winner from last year. She ran the party back, tried to count how many of the Brothers had been inside of her. There was a spark of arousal, but she was still freezing.
Finally there was a ringing noise that grew louder until Dave was at the door, with a beaming Kelly on his arm.
“Gentlemen… servant elves, let me introduce you to this year’s queen elf: Kelly!” Sharon’s dance partner and lover offered a ‘Royal wave’ before they stepped to the side and a struggling, squealing Monique was carried bodily out the door and thrown into the big pool with the other shivering girls. “Leave the elves to learn the error of their ways,” Dave intoned with mock austerity, “All but the shepherds may return to celebrate.” Sharon moved over to Joyce as the majority of the guys went inside.
“Now what?” she asked. Joyce smiled,
“You were amazing, you know that? And still being the bad ass out here… I see why they wanted you.” Sharon blushed, but shrugged,
“Y-you’re a good role model.” Joyce obviously liked that.
“They won’t let any of us freeze… that’d be a bad thing and the last thing they want is drama.” She shivered slightly, “So they’ll come get us in a minute or two, and we’ll get to see what Kelly won, and then it’ll be the usual orgy.”
“I thought it’d already been the usual orgy,” Sharon smiled, and he clit twitched, making her shiver more than the cold water.
“Remember, this is the last crack they’ll get at us until next year,” Joyce shrugged, “You’ll go home walking bowlegged.” Sharon giggled, as there were jeers from inside the house.
“Hey, Rory?” Sharon batted her eyes at the freshman Brother who was closest. She could tell he was wishing he was inside. He turned his attention to her, and Sharon bit her lower lip, pitching her voice in the manner she had learned to use to coax men to take her back to the champagne room. “You look lonely… and we’re all so cold. If you wanted we could… start the celebration early…” Rory swallowed. Sharon could tell he wanted to, but he was worried what would happen to him. She lifted her torso out of the water, aware that her nipples were rock hard, her skin glowing as the water sluiced over her bare skin. “I know you want us to be able to give your Brothers a good time… if we get too cold out here…” Rory gave a bare nod and Sharon scrambled across to the edge near him, hands tearing at his zipper before he could change his mind.
She dove onto his swollen cock, feeling momentarily sorry for the boy, who obviously had not been able to enjoy any of the night’s festivities yet. She slurped and bobbed hungrily, fingering herself in tempo. Abruptly she was pushed to the side, and Joyce took over, winking at Sharon as she did so. Sharon slipped out of the tub, motioning for the others, to follow suit. Diane was the quickest to figure it out, and supplanted Joyce, who climbed out of the water to stand shivering beside Sharon. When Diane began to clamber out, Sharon and Joyce moved to the back steps. There was another cheer, and through the shifting crowd, Sharon saw her young lover bent forward at the waist, sucking on George’s cock as the heavy tattoo artist applied something to Kelly’s lower back.
Sharon was considering whether she and Joyce should return to the pool when several of the frat members noticed the increasing number of girls looking through the windows. Caught, Sharon froze in place, feeling an incredible relief when Shaun stepped in to view, still dressed in his Santa costume, and waved for them to enter. Giggling and shivering, none caring that they were dripping wet and naked in a room full of frat members, the vanquished BZ Sisters gratefully accepted mugs of spiked cider and hot chocolate as everyone enjoyed the aftermath of the party game. Sharon smiled when Shaun draped a muscular arm over her shoulders.
“I thought you were going to ruin it for me,” he teased.
“What do you mean?”
“If you’d climbed on I never would have been able to hold out. Monique’s great, but she just isn’t as… involved.” Sharon blushed, unable to meet Shaun’s gaze.
“I was hoping Dave would stop the music and let us…” Shaun laughed.
“And then when you let Kelly win, I thought Monique still might succeed.”
“So she didn’t?” Sharon felt a flush of arousal… Shaun had not cum yet?” The young man who had so thoroughly… and easily entrapped the white housewife smiled.
“Think you can help Santa out?” Sharon squealed, turning to throw herself onto Shaun, literally climbing him, rubbing her sex against the front of his red pants. The big frat member deftly climbed the stairs as Sharon went on dry humping him. He did not turn into his bedroom as she expected, though, instead entering the big conference room. He confidently moved to the same place where he had begun to break Sharon in a few months before. “You’re insatiable,” he teased, kissing the aroused white wife.
“Mm-hmmm… where you’re concerned. Fuck me, daddy!” Sharon urged, pushing at his shorts as he lay her on her back, “Give me your cock.” Shaun complied without hesitation. He had been spanking it throughout the day to delay his release and the planning was going to provide twice the benefit, he considered, leering down at the lust driven BZ Bitch. He stopped moving, and Sharon growled in protest, thrusting at him, hips pumping lewdly as she easily took his length.
“Damn, you’re amazing, Sharon,” Shaun praised, reaching down to tweak her nipples and tease her big, swollen clit. “So you’re glad we made you a Sister?” Sharon nodded, never slowing.
“God yes… So good… Good cock… Fuck me, daddy… Please give me your cock.” She batted her eyes like the trained sex worker she was, although Shaun was quite certain it was not just for show. Just as he felt her muscles going taut, he pulled out instead, chuckling at her whine of protest. When he waited without a word, the obedient little slut sat up to slurp at his cock. God, she was a talented cocksucker. He patted her head appreciatively, then pushed her away within a minute, still not speaking.
Sliding off of the table, Sharon spun, pushing her ass back at him, her hand slipping between her splayed thighs, catching him, pulling him into her sex again.
“Yesss!” she husked, pushing back, impaling herself and beginning to fuck herself on his immobile cock. He watched the reflection, enjoying the way she was bracing on the table to get more leverage, keeping her chest off of the table so that her breasts could sway. “God, so good!” Her body began to shudder visibly, “Cumming!” She twitched and shuddered, moaning loudly without ever slowing down.
Shaun lamented that the increased exercise was causing some shrinkage of her fine boobs, but knew that could be taken care of without a problem. Sharon moaned, eyes closed, head back, and redoubled her efforts when he spanked her ass sharply. He let her go on for another minute, and knew he could not hold off for very long, when he braced his hands on her muscular ass, insistently pushing her away, off of his jutting manhood. Sharon bit her lip, looking back over her shoulder in a deliciously endearing manner.
“Santa’s been working hard,” Shaun said, falling back into the overstuffed leather chair that was behind him. Smiling wickedly, Sharon advanced, straddling the chair arms and lowering her open, dripping sex onto his erect cock. Sighing, she slipped onto him fully before she began to rise and fall, hips shifting expertly. Shaun made no effort to touch the aroused wife, smiling because it felt great and because she was unwittingly putting on a great show for the holiday video. He managed to distract himself for a couple more minutes as he considered the economics of Sharon’s activities, and then it was time to cum. “Ready for your gift, Sharon Sobel?” the humping blonde did not register the use of her name. She nodded eagerly. “Where do you want it, little bitch?” Not that it mattered, but the audio was going to be great.
“Give it to me, daddy,” Sharon groaned, “Fill me up!”
“You’re not worried about a black baby? What would hubby say?”
“I don’t care!” her voice was almost a scream… she was close to her next climax, “Fuck me… give me your black cock… Give me your cum.” Shaun was ready. Jerking upright from the chair, impaling the smaller naked woman completely, Shaun stepped forward, easily laying her out on the table, her breasts sagging just slightly-- sexily-- to the sides as he held himself inside of her and began to cum. “Yesss!” she cried out, legs rising, heels hammering at his ass, cinching tight, holding him in place, “God, that feels good… making me cummm…” As her legs weakened, Shaun backed out, shifting to the side so that the cameras could catch his cum launching into her open sex, then drooling out as he continued to paint her spasming belly with the last of his load. When he was spent, he leaned forward, wiping the tip of his cock on the thin lines of pubic hair pointing to her still engorged clit. Sharon giggled, fingers beginning to smear his jism over her sex, absently bringing the fingers up every few seconds to lick them clean. Shaun collapsed back in the chair to watch until Dave knocked that they were ready.
“Thanks, my favorite little BZ Bitch,” Shaun patted Sharon’s bare knee as he stood, “But we need to get back down to the party… have some more presents to give out. Merry Christmas, Sharon.” Sharon smiled happily, pressing her hand against her sex.
“Mmmmm, thank you, Santa,” she sighed, “I hope we won’t have to wait until next Christmas to do that again.” Shaun laughed, then hurried down to the party, confident their prize Bitch would not be far behind. Sharon lay panting on the table, one hand idly teasing her ringed nipple, the other dragging strands of their mingled cum to her lips as she recovered. She had finally gotten off, and had gotten off repeatedly, but then she always did when Shaun was fucking her. She smiled absently, licked her lips, then sat up to look for her clothes, remembering after a moment that there had been no bottoms when she had come upstairs wrapped around the big BZ member. She looked around, seeing no cup, and headed to the door, muttering aloud, ‘time for another drink.’ The cameras would track the just fucked white housewife as she made her naked way down the stairs, giggling at the casual gropes and swats offered by passing frat members, clearly at ease with what had just happened… and what was certainly going to happen again.
Sharon laughed and almost eagerly made out with the ‘keeper of the bar’ for a big glass of the night’s drink. She liked the peppermint flavor and had quickly emptied three glasses between doing bong hits with the various brothers partying throughout the house. Like her, most of the girls were naked except for heels and the ‘elf hat’s they had been given. She was working on a fourth glass when she found Kelly laughing with Keiko and Melissa. The women welcomed Sharon as if they were long lost sisters, and she welcomed Kelly’s drunken but honest kiss before asking what the prize for being Mrs. Claus had been.
“Not Mrs. Claus,” Kelly slurred, “She’s a bitter shrunken thing. I’m the Elf Princess.” The others laughed again as Kelly turned, showing the shapely female elf-- naked, of course-- holding the requisite black mistletoe just above the waist. The ink was barely three inches tall, positioned between Kelly’s shoulder blades, below the ‘BT’ flag she had received at the first big frat party. Sharon wondered if they would be out of room for the decorations before they graduated, but she remembered Joyce, and decided most of that must happen when they were freshmen. She wondered what Joyce and the other upper class women did during the week, since she had not seen them around the frat, although she also had to admit she had not spent much time at the frat, either; maybe they were there every day during the week.
One of the brothers appeared with a bong and the women obediently did several hits before he wandered away. Unlike Halloween, when the sex had been non-stop, the guys seemed happy just talking and laughing, although Sharon saw several couples going up the stairs, then returning a few minutes later as she sat with the other women. She considered finding one of the upper class Sisters to ask what else was planned, but decided staying with the others was just fine… she would not do anything but sleep if she went back to the condo. And she was still more than a little horny, although she told herself it had to be just that she was used to using her body at that time of night, anyway, and that she was sitting naked with other beautiful naked girls, surrounded by virile young studs. Who would not be horny?!
The guys eventually interrupted the women’s conversations about what they were doing for the holiday, insisting that everyone go back out to the main room. Sharon shivered and enjoyed the familiar spasm of her clit as she saw that Shaun was back in his Santa costume… if Santa sat in his chair with his pants open and his cock ready to spear anyone sitting on his lap. Dave gestured and the BZ Sisters obediently lined up, taking turns approaching what looked like a set up in a mall… except that the photographer captured one lewd pose or another before Santa handed the BZ Bitch a package. The procession went by seniority, so Joyce led the way. Sharon watched, along with the others… The gifts included BZ jewelry and stencils for tattoos, sexy lingerie and sex toys. As George set to work inking the first of the girls that had opened a stencil, Sharon looked around nervously, wondering again how Chris would react if she kept coming home with more and more erotic ink.
She tried to see if the packages were random or if there were names… how did the Frat decide who got what? She stood in line nervously hoping Dave and Shaun would be careful not to giver her a ‘gift’ that would cause problems over the holiday. Kelly went ahead of her, and squealed when she opened a BZB tongue stud with a little latex ‘tickler’ that could be put over the bead. Sharon knew that her lover’s tongue was not pierced, and wondered if George would do that, too. She stepped up, having forgotten entirely that there would also be the ‘smile’ moment with Shaun. Seeing his cock glistening with the saliva and cream of the majority of her Sisters, Sharon momentarily forgot about her concerns, as something like jealousy spurred her to mount him facing the camera.
He made no effort to move, but that was fine with her, she expertly caught hold of his swollen glans, guiding him into her still wet seam. Pausing to be sure he was seated, Sharon settled fully, dropping her head back and moaning theatrically. Shaun went rigid under her and she smiled, aware that few men could last long when they were putting on a show for others. She lifted her head, tilted just so, and smiled at the camera as she lifted just enough to show the root of his big tool thrust up insid of her. He had caught her right hand, steadying her, and Sharon reached down, lewdly spreading her labia with the fingers of her left hand, never considering that showed her wedding ring.
The guys cheered, the camera flashed. Sharon released her pose, but began to ride Shaun up and down, leaning forward, her hands closing on his knees so she could get more leverage. She twitched her hips in a poor imitation of Joyce’s shimmy. The guys roared, laughing when the two BZ Brothers who had been ushering up the BZ Sisters for their photos bodily lifted Sharon off of Shaun.
“C’mon, little girl,” one of them chuckled, swatting Sharon’s ass when she protested, “You have to let the other kids see Santa too.” They passed a smiling Dave pausing as one asked,
“What’s so funny?” It took Dave a minute to get control of himself.
“I was just thinking about that scene in a Christmas Yarn,” he snorted, “If she’d kept it up much longer Shaun might have shot her eye out.” The guys laughed, and one collected the package Dave handed them, but Dave held up a hand, then pointed, and they dutifully set Sharon on wobbly legs beside him.
“Hold on, Kathy,” the red head had been preparing to sit on Shaun’s still turgid cock, “We have to see what Sharon Synn gets.” Sharon paid no attention to what he was saying, taking the package, which was about the same size as the one Kelly had opened. She tore open the package, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety seeing the earrings… large black diamonds with a smaller white diamond in front, dangling from a stylized ‘BZ’ intertwined silver lead. There was an envelope, too. “You might recall, or own house Bitch won an award recently, which qualified her for the AVN’s.” There were new cheers. “Now, we want to be sure that she can go to the awards, so there’s a plane ticket for next year.” He did not mention that the money had come from her winnings.
“We’ve also put away a special gift card,” Shaun had talked to him, and Dave had easily come up with a solution to the problem Shaun had noticed, also paid for by her winnings, “She’ll get the full treatment when she lands. What do you have to say, Sharon?” Still more than buzzed and tipsy, aware that she wanted to fuck some more, Sharon no longer remembered worrying about how Chris would react to new tattoos or piercings. She pirouetted, bending at the waist, aware that every guy was enjoying a look at her bare wet pussy. Blowing an exaggerated kiss to Shaun, she stood and waved to the rest before the others guided her into the hallway out of the sight of the main room.
Sharon fully expected one or both of the big men would want to have sex with her. She was mildly disappointed when they avoided the stairs and the hallway to the rec room, both places she would have expected to be humping soon. Instead, they moved to the next room. She could see Kelly and some of the others laughing around the bar, and smiled, interested in seeing some of the other girls’ gifts up close. She was surprised again when the young men did not turn, but instead herded her-- still naked-- toward the side door. She usually went out to the hot tub through the door farther to the rear of the house; the door they were approaching was by the sweeping circular drive. She balked,
“Uh, are we going out to the tub, guys?” One snorted.
“I wish.” Sharon realized both were freshmen… while she was available to them too, when the frat had things that needed doing, the freshmen got the call. “I’ll be sure to enjoy what Gavin enjoyed earlier, but it’ll have to be next year,” the more talkative of the pair assured her.
“Yep,” the second nodded.
“Well then where are we going?” Sharon clutched at the gifts Dave had given her, “Aren’t I supposed to get my tongue pierced?” Both guys shrugged.
“We’re not going anywhere,” the first guy stated. “But apparently you still have some work to do.” Sharon frowned, looking down again at her naked body.
“But Kelly’s in the kitchen…” she squealed as the door opened, “And I need clothes…” she stopped, recognizing Go’s sleek Caddy.
“Sorry, guess we forgot,” the quieter of the pair held out a festive mini dress made of the same thin green cotton as the strappy T and shorts she had worn earlier… the same as the hat she still wore. She swatted at the much bigger young man, snatching the dress and pulling it right over the stocking hat. Of course, it was tight, the scoop neck threatening to lose control of her breasts the moment she pulled it into place. The hem, cut to points and fringed with the faux white fur at matching the bottom of her stoking hat, hit barely below her sex, and the thin fabric seemed anxious to slip up, ******** her with every step. The young men were eyeing her greedily. “Damn, guess we should have had you put that on first.” He reached into the kitchen, grabbed the box she had been given during dinner and handed it to her.
“What about this” Sharon did not protest stepping onto the porch in almost nothing, clutching her presents. The room was spinning just a bit, so she leaned against the door frame. The first young man shrugged,
“Get it done over the holiday break,” he smiled at her, “And you can practice with it on me when you get back.” Sharon giggled,
“Just not in the tub,” then kissed each of the men on the cheek, which seemed to leave both feeling embarrassed. She giggled again, and let Go tuck her into the passenger seat of the car. She found herself hoping the big club owner would giver her his impressive bent cock when they got wherever they were going.
She was not really surprised when Go drove just the short distance to her home. In fact, she was glad, since he could be fucking her sooner. She snickered.
“What’s so funny?” Go asked her, “Are you supposed to be an elf?” She nodded.
“I’m high… I’m a high elf… wasn’t that in that Hobbit movie?” she giggled again, “That Aragorn was hot!” Go laughed.
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“Mmmm… not, you have a much better sword,” she pressed her right hand against her clit, anticipating the intense pulse, “I like it when you’re stabbing me with it,” she murmured, reaching over with her free hand, groping Go’s crotch. Go checked the dash… He was disappointed there was not enough time. But there was always when she was finished. “Will you come inside?” Sharon went on, head lolling. He wondered how much she had had to drink.
“Sure,” he agreed, “Can’t have you falling down on the way to bed.” Sharon giggled, then lapsed into a drunken silence as Go expertly parked.
She seemed barely conscious when he opened her door, but he did not have to carry her. She tugged at the too small dress, inadvertently baring her pierced nipple, which stood even more proudly in the cold. Go said nothing; it was late, and he did not see anyone peeking out of the nearby windows. The door was not locked, he knew, having already been by with the night’s first customer. The gentleman had been more than willing to wait, when Go had explained he would be bringing her back ready to ‘entertain’ as a holiday elf.
“You ready for more cock, girl?” he asked quietly on the stoop. Sharon answered by turning and rubbing herself against him lewdly.
“Let’s go, daddy,” she murmured, hand dropping expertly to his crotch. He caught her hand, leading her inside. She blinked dumbly for a moment, staring at the profile of the night’s first customer, where he sat on her couch watching the DVD of the night in the storehouse. He turned, and she giggled at the way his mouth dropped open, the movie immediately forgotten.
“Hi, baby,” Sharon managed to make the slur sound sexy, Go thought, “Have you got something there you want to give me?” She stepped forward, hips swaying seductively, automatically falling into the mode that let her wear men out in the champagne room. Go threw the deadbolt and walked into the kitchen, letting the sexy little bitch lead her john into the bedroom. Neither bothered to shut the door…
***ORNAMENTS
Sharon Sobel turned a slow circle, looking at herself in the mirror. She paused, amazed at the changes in just a semester. Her skin was a deep gold tan from head to toe-- no tan lines for the married mother of two. Her blonde hair, which she had dyed regularly in varying shades, was an almost platinum, streaked with darker blonde, and was longer than she had worn it in years.
Pausing, the middle aged housewife eyed the sharply defined vee of pubic hair-- dyed to match-- the chevron pointing directly at her clit. She shuddered slightly as just thinking about her clit triggered the familiar pang of excitement or need… she was not sure which. She remembered worrying that Chris, her husband would be shocked by the bodyscaping, and was still amazed that instead the various changes had served to turn him on. She wondered if he thought she was painstakingly maintaining the thin wings of hair with a razor, and what he would say if when he asked she admitted it was permanent, thanks to laser treatments.
She brushed her hair back, eyes moving over the reflection of the left high ear piercing. The BZ logo was prominent, but she rarely considered that body art, as it was usually hidden by her hair. When she had her hair tied up to keep it out of the way while she was working there was never time to look at herself in the mirror. The jewelry matched the ring piercing her left nipple. The lower ring kept that nipple partially hard all the time, the quarter-size areola slightly darker, as when she was aroused. She watched her skin flush slightly as she admitted to herself she usually was a little aroused, any more… a major change compared to the prim, prudish wife who had come to school four months earlier.
Her skin was taut, muscles visible over her flat abdomen and sides and in her arms and thighs as she turned again in front of the full length mirror, but she was unhappy at the sag in her breasts, which was definitely worse than it had been the previous summer. She had not thought about it, until Go had commented as he had left her apartment Monday morning. She was not eating differently… she had barely been eating throughout the semester, so she had no explanation. She did worry that the frat members would not be happy with the change, and had started trying to eat more fatty foods, hoping to stop the change. Why would any woman want to trade muscles for big breasts?
At least the flat stomach showed off her third piercing… a navel ring with the matching BZ logo inscribed, in a free swinging bauble, as well as the top retention bead. Teasing her fake nails-- another change she had never done before-- over the beads, she bit her lip, admitting that her tummy looked amazing. Almost as good as that Elizabeth Hasselbeck woman on ‘the View.’
She turned away from the mirror, eyeing the BZ Bitch tattoo in black, white, and red at the small of her back. The small flags below it, BB and BMM were awards from a party early in the semester, and she was proud of them, even though she knew Chris would have a stroke if he ever learned what she had done to earn them. She lifted her left leg with the ease of a the dancer she had become, eyeing the ring of what she had once thought were leaves inked into her skin. Having seen the frat’s depiction of mistletoe, she had realized during the last weekend before school what it was she wore in her skin while showering between ‘guests’ in her apartment: a series of black cocks, demonstrating in yet another way what she had become. Part of her was ashamed at it-- knew having it was wrong-- but she felt the stirring that began whenever she considered her friends at the BZ frat, and could not bring herself to call what had happened wrong… She would never have believed she could be such a slut, but could not deny it as she considered how she had spent the weekend in her condo unit before Winter Break began.
Chris should not be too angry, she tried to convince herself-- she had learned to give head good enough to win the ‘Best Blow’ tattoo, and he had definitely benefited from that skill. And her husband had not had to pay for as much, since her status as the ‘Best Money Maker’ had funded the things she had done during school. Even so, she knew she would never tell her ****** how she had spent the semester… or how she realized she would be spending the next semester, and however long the BZ wanted to use her.
Eyeing the 36D-27-34 figure she had been more than a little proud of upon entering college, the married coed frowned, guessing she was barely a C cup. Her eyes moved down… a six pack was not worth losing her breasts, she huffed, her gaze coming to rest on her clit. She had never heard about a clit getting bigger because of overuse. She giggled, imagining that if it was true for cock size men all over the world would endlessly abuse themselves. Even so, she was a little embarrassed… her clit was simply huge… the bead poked proudly from the hood where it had once hidden almost all of the time, and the hood seemed heavier… or longer… and the skin darker than she remembered it being.
Without thinking about it, she moved a hand down, pressing along the sides of the hood, hips undulating autonomously at the pleasure that caused. She was tempted to stand there and masturbate… She had not gone 12 hours without a cock for most of a week, and was feeling she thought understandably horny.
“Shar?” Sharon jumped at Kelly’s call, embarrassed, and whirled, verifying that the door to her room was locked. She hurried to put on her clothes, ignoring the clothes filling the drawers of her dresser for the familiar BZ thong, school mascot sweatpants and hoodie, sans bra.
“Just a minute, Kelly.” She slipped into the converse flats she had in her closet, glad for the more comfortable shoes compared to the heels she usually wore at school. Her fellow BZ Sister and dancer at Go’s had asked to join her for Christmas and Sharon had agreed without hesitation. She had not even asked if the younger woman’s ****** would not miss her, relieved at the prospect of having the petite brunette around if she said or did something that made Chris suspicious.
Not that he had seemed to wonder about any of the new changes. She hoped that would be true of the latest, as she grabbed her small handbag, aware of the new body jewelry nestled inside. She came out into the hall to find Kelly and Cathy waiting for her. Her ******** was practically hopping up and down, she was so excited. She reminded Sharon of the four year old ******** desperate to have her ears pierced.
“Took you long enough,” Kelly teased, “Just to wear what you arrived in.”
“These are different,” Sharon argued, “It’s the mascot, not just the initials.” The younger women laughed, and together they headed to the stairs and out to Sharon’s Range Rover.
“Can I drive?” Catherine asked. Sharon shrugged, actually glad to have someone offer. She was more than a little tired after the weekend, but was not about to explain to her oldest child that having fucked strangers for forty straight hours she would have rather go the next day. In truth, she did not remember agreeing to let Cathy get her navel pierced, but it was not a big deal, and it was almost Christmas, after all. She did not argue when Kelly climbed into the passenger seat, slipping into the back of her own car, trying not to let on that to her it still smelled of the sex she and Go had enjoyed in the backseat when he had driven her to Kelly’s to pick it up Sunday after 2AM. After endless hours putting out to men too excited at being with her to think about getting her off, much less lasting long enough to do the job, having the big club owner’s cock buried had been her only focus, overriding any concern about someone seeing then in the parking lot behind Kelly’s dorm.
“No way! I get to drive!” Scott bounded out of the kitchen, his jacket flapping behind him, breath visible in the cold. “Were you going without me?”
“Mom, you should get this detailed,” Catherine said, grudgingly giving up the driver’s seat and climbing in back with Sharon. Scott jumped in, deftly adjusting the mirrors before backing down the long drive faster than Sharon thought was safe. “It smells like you left some Chinese take out in it,” her ******** wrinkled her nose. Sharon blushed but nodded.
“I did,” she said, “I almost couldn’t drive when I got in this morning.” Kelly giggled, and Sharon knew why… Her young lover had been awake and had planned to drive the Range Rover over to Sharon’s to ask if she could be a part of the Sobel ****** Christmas; she had seen the whole thing, though to hear her description on the ride home, everyone on the backside of the dorm had to have known what was happening, since Sharon screams for Go to ‘keep fucking her’ had been echoing through the quad.
“I told your mother she shouldn’t eat in the car,” Kelly quipped, “They have some big egg rolls… you could choke, eating and driving.” Sharon kicked the back of Kelly’s seat and the youngsters laughed. “So where are we going?” Kelly asked Cathy, “I’ve got a tongue ring I think I want to add to my collection.” When Cathy did not ask what other piercing Kelly had, Sharon belatedly realized her ******** had likely seen her lover’s bilateral nipple piercing. She wondered if Catherine knew she had a nipple piercing, too, but was not about to ask, watching as Scott scrutinized Kelly from his position in the driver’s seat. She could tell he knew what tongue studs were good for.
“I asked around,” Cathy explained, heading out of the neighborhood, “Lots of the girls have been to Irizumi, and others went to Fine Line, but Scott and T suggested another place that’s cheaper and does better work, so I figured if both are the case, it’s hard not to go there.”
“Scott suggested… You have a tattoo?” Sharon was a little surprised Chris had not at least mentioned it in an email or a phone call. Scott shrugged, the back of his neck turning red with embarrassment.
“He has a tribal thing on his arm,” Cathy explained, “He just got it. *** wasn’t happy, but T said it looks tough, so Scott’s happy, right?” Scott used the power switch to push the seat back against his sister, who yelped before Sharon told them both to quit it.. Their antics distracted her from asking who T was; she assumed it was some girl in Catherine’s class that Scott had a crush on… it would not have been the first time for that.
“I hope it’s where you can hide it,” Sharon said, then shook her head, amazed that her children were old enough to be getting piercings and tattoos. Before they were to the highway, the motion of the car and her fatigue, aided by the kids babbling about things she did not understand got the better of her.
“Here we are,” Sharon sat up, fighting disorientation and a simultaneous sickening familiarity. She saw the sign over the entrance to the long low mall building, “Metro North.”
“What?” Her voice was more sharp than she intended. Kelly cast her an apologetic look and shrugged. “What are we doing here, guys?” Sharon tried to sound more calm than she felt. This was where she had gone with Dave. She could not imagine why her ******** would be here.
“Chill, mom,” Cathy rolled her eyes. Scott turned the Rover off.
“Jeez, mom,” he frowned, “Are you really that prejudiced?” Sharon gasped. Kelly snorted.
“Trust, me, Cat, your mom’s probably one of the least prejudiced women in the world.” Sharon was glad her kids did not pursue the issue. She nodded.
“I just meant… I mean, you mentioned Fine Line and what was the other… Irizumi? Aren’t they closer to home?” Scott nodded, pointing to the small free standing building away from the mall, close to where they had parked. Sharon almost flinched, realizing they were barely 100 feet from the shop where Donnie had screwed her while applying the tattoos and giving her the piercings. She hated the pang of arousal she felt. She was glad she did not have to speak at the moment.
“That’s where we’re going,” Cathy said, releasing her belt buckle, “It’s cheap and they do great work, right Scott?” Her younger child nodded enthusiastically. Sharon managed a nod, becoming more focused in getting into the shop ahead of her kids; if Donnie said something that made them suspicious…
“Hey, let’s go inside for awhile, first,” Scott said, jogging away from the Tattoo parlor toward the mall entrance. Cathy shrugged and followed. Kelly caught Sharon’s arm as her son used the key fob to lock the car. He shook his head, heading back. “Wow mom,” Sharon paused, newly anxious, wondering what she had done. “You’re getting the Rover blinged out all right.”
“What?” she stammered. He shrugged.
“Well, that steering wheel is an upgrade… and you had new speakers put in with an in dash DVD player… The chrome plate ring is new… Those are those hi definition argon lights… the seat covers are new. The handles and the mud flaps are chromed out… The rear view mirrors are chromed out. Hell, did you put underglow on it?” Sharon managed a nervous laugh.
“Hon, I just told the guys at the frat my car looked like I was a soccer mom… They had some ideas so Kelly wouldn’t be embarrassed driving it around, that’s all.” She hoped there was not a disc of her putting out to the BZ members or some stranger in the player, and made a mental note to check as soon as she could.
Kelly still had her arm, and the addled housewife and mother followed her kids into the mall, thankful at least they were not near the shop where she had received the laser treatments. By the time they caught up to the kids, Sharon was shocked to see Scott standing in the entrance to Foot Locker, doing some multi part handshake with a clerk with whom she was intimately familiar. Trevor ‘Zeke’ Storm put his arm around Scott, and the two moved farther into the store as Cathy followed behind. The big senior football star turned back, looping his free arm around Sharon’s ********. Sharon felt her heart begin to hammer, and she nearly rushed forward, but even as she did, part of her wondered if she was jealous. She and Kelly entered the store still 20 feet behind the kids, unnoticed by the trio.
“… here to see me?” Sharon heard Zeke ask her kids.
“Cat’s getting a navel ring,” Scott answered, and Sharon could not miss the way her ******** blushed, “So we brought mom and Kelly along,” he looked back, finding them approaching, “Here they are.” Zeke released his hold on Sharon’s son, turning, to offer her what could only be called a leer, his muscular arm still draped around her ********’s shoulders. Sharon noticed the way Cathy’s attention was totally on the big senior.
“So we meet again,” he winked, and Sharon felt herself flush. It was a struggle not to put a hand over her crotch, her clit was thrumming so strongly. She cleared her throat.
“What’s that?” she frowned, as if thinking, “Oh yes, at that football game.” Zeke was unfazed.
“Thought you’d remember,” he chuckled, “Didn’t Scott say you’re going to school, too?” Sharon swallowed and nodded.
“That’s right… I’m over at State.”
“A freshman in the flesh,” he smiled again, “I’ll be there next year… Can’t wait to see what life’s like after college.” Cathy nodded, her eyes still on the tall football player. “So, are you getting something pierced today, too?”
“Uhm,” Sharon swallowed, “I hadn’t thought about it,” she lied, licked her dry lips.
“Tongue.” Zeke said with a nod.
“Excuse me?” Sharon wondered if somehow he knew what she had received as her Christmas gift.
“Well, you’re a freshman at college… I hear all the girls are getting tongue piercings nowadays… Your hubby will love it,” he winked at Cathy, “Doesn’t that sound like the gift that keep giving?” Cathy nodded again, blushing. Sharon glanced at Kelly, who was close enough to watch, but was pretending to eye the shoes Scott was looking at. “Anyway, I was just… oh, I almost forgot,” Zeke clapped himself on the forehead, “Hold on,” he went through the back ‘employee’s only’ door, returning after a minute with a handful of 5x7 brightly colored cards. He handed several of each to Scott, Cathy, and Kelly. “We have these gift certificates that are good anyplace in the mall,” he explained, “They’re for special customers, which is what you are as far as I’m concerned, right? The kids nodded, beaming at their windfall. Catching Cathy’s hand, he added, “There’s a Victoria’s Secret Pink store just down the way, if you’re looking for something special for our date.” Cathy’s blush deepened, and Sharon wondered for a moment if he was just teasing, but then her ******** nodded. Scott had heard and was obviously all right with it, too. “Purple’s my favorite color,” Zeke told Cathy, who nodded again, “We’ll see how well you can take care of your steady man.” Giggling, Cathy caught Kelly’s hand and Sharon watched as her ******** eagerly pulled her lover toward the distant VS sign. Scott slapped Zeke on the shoulder, and told them he was heading to Game Stop, but would be back shortly.
“No sweat, man,” Zeke called after him, “Hit the food court too… I’d take a cherry limeade.” Scott waved that he had heard, but did not look back. Sharon found herself wishing she had left with the women. Biting her lip, she started for the door. “Now wait for just a minute,” Zeke was leering at her again, “You are one fine woman, you know that?” Sharon hesitated, then shrugged. She offered no resistance when he caught her hand, leading her to the side of the store, out of site of most of the mall, though she realized with no small fear that they were still partly visible at the edge of the door nearest the mall exit. Watching, she tried to relax, seeing that the people passing were either intent on leaving or focused on wherever else they were going.
She started, realizing Zeke’s hand had slipped easily inside of her waistband. He deftly fingered her aroused clit. She shuddered, pressing against his touch. He chuckled, “Damn, you are fine… I’d almost forgotten. Think your ******** will be as good?” Sharon groaned, shaking her head. “No?” Zeke teased, “Don’t know if I believe you.”
“Lessss… Less experience,” Sharon managed, her hips undulating as she offered herself to this awful young man.
“Well, it ain’t just hubby gonna love that tongue piercing,” he teased, “Is it?” Sharon shook her head. Zeke laughed, “Gonna have to find out for myself,” he smiled, “Course, that’ll mean a better before test, won’t it.” Sharon was so close to cumming she could not answer. And she made no effort to stop him when he spun her, maintaining pressure on her damnably excited clit, and pushing her back with his free hand. The aroused, trained housewife obediently bent at the waist. She shivered, still twitching, needing to cum, when the young man deftly yanked her sweat bottoms down, leaving them in a bunch at her knees. She heard him unzip, felt the shift in his still teasing fingers as he freed himself, shucking his length a couple times to be sure he was ready. Even though she knew it was coming, Sharon nearly cried out as he lanced into her fully finger against her clit anchoring her in place as he filled her from behind. She reached out blindly, knocking shoe boxes to the floor before her hand found the shelf to aid in her balance.
Zeke had released here clit to grab her waist with both hands as he hammered in and out of her aroused sex. Sharon knew she should not be doing it… Someone would see them. But at the same time she was hunching back, welcoming his thrusts.
“Yeah,” he panted, “You shit hot… Don’t worry, though… I’ll tell you… If Cathy’s as good… after our date…” Sharon whined, shaking her head no. “What?” he teased, “You don’t wanna share?” Sharon managed to shake her head again and Zeke laughed, “Too bad, little Bitch… We gonna have you and your ******** taking cock side by side next year.” Sharon felt tears fill her eyes but could not gain enough control of her body to stop herself from getting off on her tormentor’s steadily thrusting cock. Sharon was horrified at the mental image of her ******** putting out like a slut beside her. And she was ashamed at how powerfully she came at the same mental image.
“Yeah, you are quite the slut,” Zeke taunted, never slowing as she spasmed beneath him, “Gonna get off watching me pole your little girl, aren’t you? Want me to call my buddies… couple workin’ out here… we can take you in back and…”
The employee only door opened abruptly. Sharon whimpered as a girl no older than her ******** stood just a few feet away watching what Zeke was doing to her… and how she was responding. Swallowing once, the girl’s gaze flickered up to the big football player, who jerked his head toward the door.
“Kinda busy here, Judy.” The pale, pimple faced girl stepped back, closing the door without a word; as if it happened regularly. Zeke picked up the pace at which he was hammering into Sharon. “She’s not bad… if better ain’t around,” he panted, “An she knows her place… just like you… right little bitch?” Sharon bit her lip, trying not to respond. Chuckling darkly, Zeke pulled out completely, swatter her ass with his bare hand sharply, the sound filling the store.
“Nooo!” Sharon groaned, wishing she was stronger, and wanting to hold out until the young touch was begging her for a break. He thrust forward again, impaling Sharon’s ass. She barely stifled the cry of surprise as he did so.
“Guess you still have some learning to do,” he said through gritted teeth, “But that’s OK… we’ll be seeing lots of each other… I’m sure glad… Scott and I… are such good friends.” Sharon was nearly to another climax, and any concern about passing shoppers seeing her was long gone. “I’m gonna be sure… to visit the house… over Christmas break,” Zeke assured her. “May even bring… my buds to meet his mom.” He reached down, curling a thumb up into her sex as he went on punishing her ass, the position leaving the pad against her G-spot, the web of his hand firm against her buzzing clit. Swallowing her scream, Sharon came again strongly on the young man’s cock.
“Yes!” she husked as the first wave ebbed, “Don’t stop… More… Harder… Don’t quit now!” She still was not thinking about anything except their coupling when he pulled out, catching her by the hem of the hoodie and leading her along the aisle farthest from the windows and the entrance. Sharon hobbled after him, dimly aware that it would just take a look for a passing shopper to see her naked from the waist to the knees, being led toward the front of the store by the big black boy like some perverted dog. He lifted the desk top separating the sales desk from the store floor, and led Sharon through the swinging door. A moment later, Sharon found herself on her hands and knees as he lanced into her pussy like the dog she had imagined herself to be.
“Think I’m better than ol’ Scotty?” he taunted, when Sharon was close to another orgasm. She shook her head, “No? That mean he’s been up inside of you, too? What’ll happen if we make him a frat member, too?” he teased her relentlessly, “S’pose he’ll just let his brothers use you two, or will he take a turn?” Sharon whimpered, the prospect of being found out by her son too much even for her aroused body to ignore. “Shit,” Zeke pulled out, reaching down to spin the confused housewife onto her ass, her head barely under the table where the register sat.
“How are you folks doing, today,” he said, and she realized someone had come into the store. “If you see something you need, just shout…” He waited, seemingly ******* as Sharon struggled to get her sweat bottoms back up. “Don’t move, bitch,” he growled softly, and Sharon dutifully froze, “I ain’t done with you yet…” He answered someone’s question, and Sharon had almost decided he had forgotten her when his instep kicked at her shin lightly, “Don’t just sit there, little slut,” he whispered, “Why you think I have the register set up like this…” He twitched his hips, his heavy cock swaying suggestively before Sharon’s face, “Told you I’d be getting a before and after testing… Suck me off.” Sharon reached up, guiding his still erect cock into her mouth. She was long used to the mingled fluids and there was no hesitation as she went to work. She heard the register rattle and ring above her, and realized with a forbidden rush of excitement someone was buying shoes just on the other side of the thin plyboard counter, ******* of what she was doing. She picked up the pace, head bobbing, tongue swirling, sucking at him hungrily.
“Oh yeah,” he said, hips shifting toward her mouth, “You are a good little cocksucker… I may be to spent to get it up for your ********.” Sharon closed her eyes, working harder, wishing it was true. “You gonna come back before the new year and show me how it feels with that tongue stud?” she shivered, amazed he could know about her gift… or did he? She managed to nod before he got impatient. “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned, then abruptly spoke more loudly. “How are you doing today? Finding what you’re looking for?” Sharon hesitated, but he pressed himself at her face. “Think that’s your kids?” he teased, “They gonna come back while you’re down there being my little whore?” Sharon had hesitated again, then redoubled her efforts to get him off.
The register chimed again as Zeke closed another sale. And another.
“Yeah,” he said, as if to himself, “That could be your ******** and that pretty brunette BZ Bitch… They may be walking in right now. Or maybe I’ll just tell Scott what a talented mother he’s got…” He laughed, reaching down to pat her head, “Damn you’re spirited…” Sharon was bobbing and sucking as hard as she could, a maneuver that invariably broke down the men in the champagne room. Zeke patted her head, “I’d be done if I hadn’t already filled little Judy up an hour ago.” Sharon’s mind reeled at that… the man she was blowing was intent on fucking her ********, and the Sobel women together still weren’t enough for him. She shivered, aware that part of her was trying to work his swollen cock even harder, anxious to prove she could be all that he needed.
“Better hurry,” he warned unnecessarily a moment later, “I see them… They’re on their way back now… Gonna get me off in time, little Bitch?” Sharon whined, adding a low hum to what she was doing. Zeke arched his back as if she had hit him with a live wire. “Damn!” he groaned, a moment before he began to pulse into her mouth. Sharon wanted to cheer but was kept busy trying to get everything swallowed as he spent himself. She was ashamed to find that she had been fingering herself as she sucked him off… a puddle of her juices had collected beneath the register. After what seemed like minutes he backed away, deftly tucking himself into his open jeans and zipping up. He pointed and Sharon dutifully moved to a low stool away from the register as she hastily finished pulling her sweat up, hoping not to soak through the crotch, as little as her thong would catch her still flowing honey. She wiped self consciously at her face, leaving a pearly smear on one sleeve of her hoodie, and hoped her make up was not too obviously smudged.
“Hey girls,” Zeke said, and she knew he was not teasing-- Kelly and Cathy had come back into the store, “Find something I’ll like?” Sharon heard a bag rustle, and then the big clerk whistled, “Come to papa, little kitty Cat. I’ll make you purr in that.” Cathy giggled, and Kelly snorted.
“Where’s Sharon?” the older woman asked. Zeke inclined his head toward Sharon as she watched.
“She’s back here,” he said, “I had her blow me since you had me all hot and bothered.”
“Trevor!” Cathy was obviously mortified. He laughed.
“She’s sleeping behind the counter here,” he shrugged, “I told her lots of times one of the clerks naps when two are working and she said she was tired…”
“Yeah, she slept on the way here,” Cathy bought the line, and Sharon hurried to feign sleep. “Mom? Mama?” She sniffed, groaned, then lifted her arms, stretching, and struggled to her feet, doing a credible job of being barely awake, but mostly because her clit was twitching like mad, anxious for more stimulation, making it difficult to balance.
“Get a good nap?” Zeke asked. She nodded.
“Thanks, I needed that.” He laughed at her response.
“I could tell… Glad to be of service.” Just then Scott returned, plopping an enormous Styrofoam cup on the counter.
“Cherry limeade for my man. Thanks for the gift card!” he held up a Game Stop sack, “Got the new NCAA football.”
“Cool!” Trevor nodded his head, “I’ll have to come school you on it over the break.”
“Anytime, man!” the boys went through another shorter ritualized handshake as Cathy complained that they needed to get outside before the place closed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout Donnie, yo!” Trevor picked up the phone behind the desk as Sharon managed to exit the sales desk, “I’ll call ahead, tell him to expect you.” Cathy waved, missing entirely Kelly’s concern move to help Sharon as they reached the mall floor. “Hey Scott,” Trevor called as he hung up, “I got a break coming, you wanna hang out while they get taken care of?” Scott turned back without even checking with the women. Sharon wondered how one person could have such an attraction to all of her ******, and giggled stupidly at the momentary image of Chris servicing the big young black man. That, she knew, would never happen.
“You OK?” Kelly whispered. Sharon managed a nod. “You didn’t… he didn’t?” Sharon nodded again. “But he likes Cathy… And she likes him,” Kelly had obviously been talking to her ********. Sharon managed another nod.
“Believe me, it wasn’t my idea,” she assured her younger lover. Kelly nodded, having never considered that seriously.
“Damn,” Kelly murmured, and Sharon found she had no better way to describe what had happened, and what threatened to happen in the very near future. As they stepped outside, she leaned over, whispering, “Was it good?” Her lover and dance partner colored but nodded. “Well at least she’ll have that going for her,” Kelly said, almost to herself, watching as Sharon nodded in agreement momentarily before elbowing the smaller brunette in the ribs. Kelly giggled and kept up as the older woman pursued her eager ******** toward the Donnie’s entrance.
“Well well well,” the big black man said in the same baritone Sharon remembered from the first day with Dave, “Zeke called, told me to expect some beautiful women, but,” he paused and blinked, obviously recognizing Sharon. “Guess it really is my lucky day he said, bringing his hands to the belt of his jeans.
“Donnie?” Sharon said pretending she did not know if he was the store’s owner, “I’m Sharon, and this is my ********, Cathy.” She desperately prayed the big man would not act like Zeke had back in the mall. The big man blinked, rocked back on his heels, and then nodded. Sharon could have hugged him, she was so relieved that he understood. And was going to play the game.
“Well, then, ladies, what can I do for you today?” he began, “Are you 18 yet, young lady?” Cathy blushed, and nodded. “Well then, you don’t specifically have to have parental consent, but I’ve always found it’s better to ask first where possibly permanent changes are being considered.” Cathy nodded. “Besides,” he sat back down on the stool in the cubicle where he had been working, “If you bring mom or *** along, usually mom or *** will pay, right?” Cathy nodded again.
“We have some specials,” he said, pointing to the wall. There were several tattoo designs on felt stuck to the ‘25% off’ wall, as well as ‘tongue and tit,’ ‘tit and lip’ and ‘snake bites.’
“What are snake bites?” Sharon asked without thinking. The artist held up a photo, showing an otherwise attractive young woman with pointed metal barbs jutting out from her lower lip at each side. “Ewww, no thanks,” Sharon recoiled.
“I was just going to do my navel,” Cathy said, moving to look at one of the display stands with a variety of jewelry. “Kelly? Were you going to get anything?” The young coed nodded.
“I think I’ll get my tongue pierced… what do you say, Sharon?” Cathy scoffed.
“Mom may be less square than most of my friends’ moms, but please.”
“Oh yeah?” Sharon heard herself answer, glad Kelly had given her the opening, “Mr…. er Donnie, how much to do her navel,” she pointed at Cathy, “And our tongues?”
“Right mom,” Cathy rolled her eyes, “You’re too funny. Why don’t you get tattooed eyeliner while you’re at it?” Sharon glanced at the display stand where her ******** was standing. “Are you daring me to do it?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. Cathy rolled her eyes. Kelly caught the younger Sobel woman’s arm.
“Which one are you going to get?” Cathy shrugged, then pointed to something in the case, and Kelly nodded. Donnie stepped up, eyeing what they were talking about.
“That’s ok for a starter… I recommend staying away from the treated metals and the plastics until it’s healed.”
“How long will that take?” Cathy asked. Kelly waved dismissively.
“A few weeks, is all.”
“Could be two or three weeks, can be a few months,” Donnie shrugged, “Depends on how you take care of it… Clean it but be gentle, nothing to stringent… No hydrogen peroxide.” Cathy nodded. He turned back to Sharon, “If you do the eyeliner, too I’ll split the two for price, do your sister’s navel here,”
“********,” Cathy reminded him and he shrugged in mock apology, “Your ********’s navel, your tongue and your tongue,” he nodded at Kelly, “Will be like an early Christmas gift.” Sharon nodded in agreement, and Kelly laughed at Cathy’s expression.
“What will *** say?” she asked. Sharon shrugged, and Kelly laughed.
“If what they say is true, he’ll wish she’d done it a long time ago.”
“Ewww, TMI, Kel’,” Cathy wrinkled her nose, but Sharon worried that by the expression on her ********’s face she was contemplating whether Trevor would want her to get her tongue pierced, too. Sharon was not surprised her ******** had chosen a belly bar with a purple stone dolphin dangling at the bottom. She did not say anything, though, knowing that arguing for Cathy not to see the big football player would be the surest way to push the headstrong young woman into his arms.
The lanky tattoo artist selected the appropriate bauble by the number in the case and beckoned Cathy into the front station as he set out a cellophane wrapped autoclave package and washed his hands. He paused, then,
“I’m sorry, you’re just 18?” Cathy nodded. “Tara!” Donnie called and the same woman Sharon remembered from before came out of a back room, “I’ve got a navel and a tongue for you,” the woman nodded, and beckoned. Sharon started to go with her ********, intent on sharing this experience together, at least. Donnie waved a finger, “Nope, if you’re getting the eye ink, too, we’ll do that out here… it’s better light… that way when they’re done, you’ll be closer to being done, too.” Sharon bit her lip but did not argue, in part because at the possibility that Donnie meant to fuck her she felt her sex beginning to flow, so much she was sure her sweat pants would soon betray her arousal. She pressed her thighs tight and nodded, Cathy mistaking her expression for apprehension.
“Hey, mom,” she started, “It’s okay if you don’t want to…” Sharon waved her off and offered a crooked smile.
“Oh no. No way is my ******** going to say I chickened out and wasn’t cool enough.” Laughing, Kelly caught Cathy’s arm and a moment later Sharon heard the door close to the private cubicle. Abruptly she realized they were barely hidden, the front cubicle half walls not even reaching the height of the barber style chair bolted to the floor.
“I knew you’d be back,” Donnie said, smiling at her, “Once they get a taste of how I handle my needle…” Sharon smiled, but could not argue. “Your ******** is beautiful,” he continued, “But I confess, I’m surprised you’re letting her join you.” She shook her head.
“I’m not… I mean, I don’t want to,” she hesitated, not wanting to offend a BZ member, “I’m sorry, but.” Donnie laughed.
“Oh no, little Bitch, you don’t have to explain… You know the upside or you wouldn’t be here, but you also want to protect her from all the risks you are taking… It’s only natural.” He paused, eyeing her up and down, “You’re thinner… but there’s more spirit in you now, too. So how is it you’re both here if you don’t want her to be a BZ Sister?”
“I think some people have other ideas,” she answered, hating how bitter she sounded. Donnie nodded.
“Zeke’s a pretty headstrong pup, but he’ll mellow… May be he really likes your ********, did you consider that?” Sharon almost asked if that was so why he had been fucking her ten minutes before, but managed just to shrug. “So I guess we’d better get to work, then… Tara isn’t fast, but she won’t dawdle… they’ll be done in just a few minutes.” He moved over, throwing the lock on the front door, and having seen for herself that the mirrored glass fronts did not let enough light out to see exactly what was happening, Sharon relaxed immediately. Donnie laughed.
“Might be fun advertising, but I think we’d get arrested if I was boning you in the window display. Sharon blushed, suddenly feeling more shy than was usual with the men she fucked. She guessed because he was not a stranger… it felt more like a relationship. And with that she momentarily understood how Dave and Shaun… most of the BZ she had an affection for could so easily manipulate her. Of course, knowing did not mean she could stop it.
Donnie patted the front counter. “C’mon over and let’s settle up,” he began. Sharon approached, unsure what he wanted. “I’m gonna have to try that wonderful mouth again,” he said, then smiled, “But only after you have the new toy installed. You have your credit card?” Sharon nodded, but was puzzled. He smiled, “Well, it won’t be what it’d cost most people, but if it was free hubby might wonder just how you’d managed to get such a great deal, right?” Sharon could not argue, and tried not to wince as the big artist rang up a $200 charge on her card. She knew there had been bigger charges since the start of school, but not for a long time… Mostly she had been using the allowances the BZ left to get whatever she needed.
Donnie came around the counter as she was signing the small receipt. He easily pushed her bottoms down, taking the thong along, compared to the way Zeke had used her. Sharon automatically bent over the counter, spreading her legs. Donnie chuckled, running his fingers down between her muscular ass cheeks, skillfully fingering her dripping sex.
“Mmmm, you were ready to pay up, weren’t you?” he teased, pausing to massage her swollen, spasming clit. Sharon gripped the edge of the counter hard, struggling not to cry out. “Don’t worry, it’s sound proofed in the cubicle,” he assured her, and a moment later the beautiful white wife was panting and moaning loudly, begging for Donnie to ‘fuck her harder,’ to ‘fill her up,’ as the BZ alum easily brought her off. The big tattoo artist struggled to maintain control.
“You fixed, little bitch?” he growled his tempo growing irregular after another five minute of intense pounding, something few women he had encountered could tolerate, but which was simply spurring Sharon on. She nodded, and he smiled, redoubling his effort, driving the panting white woman to another climax to match his own, their bodies thrashing together against the front of the counter as he spent himself inside of her. When he stepped back, slipping out of her still twitching box with an audible slurp, Sharon sagged against the counter for a moment before cupping a hand over her crotch, standing and looking about, Donnie could guess for a bathroom. Reaching across the counter, he grabbed a pledgette of cotton from the low wall separating the cash stand from the front station.
“Here, tuck this up there,” he smiled at her, “You can clean up when we’re done.” Sharon did not argue, clumsily tucking the cotton between her glistening labia. When she looked up, Donne was staring at her crotch.
“What?” she asked defiantly… He could not be surprised at the lack of pubic hair.
“What are you on, girl?” he pursed his lips, then shook his head. “Good thing we didn’t put a bar there.” She glanced down at her body, but nothing looked strange. He grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the station behind the cash register. She sat down, not caring about Donnie’s proximity as he leaned over her to the cubbies under the counter, getting various supplies.
“You have the item?” She blushed, then fished in her purse, retrieving the tongue stud. He nodded, looking to the piercing in her ear and lifting her shirt to check her navel piercing. She had changed it for the one she had won at the Frat Christmas party before leaving for home. “Best to start simple,” he explained, “You can add the little lights or the vibrators once it’s healed.” Sharon nodded, not really understanding. She shifted, worrying that the cotton would not keep Donnie’s seed from soaking her sweat bottoms. A bell rang, and Sharon watched in amazement as a couple came into the shop… Donnie had not bothered to lock the door while he was fucking her! She shivered wondering how she had not checked about that, and blushed, wondering how she had let him fuck her like that, knowing that Catherine could come out of the back room at any moment.
“Help you?” Donnie got up, stepping back around the barrier to the cash stand. The couple were interested in getting matching tattoos, and she watched as Donnie listened to their description, then pulled several three ring binders from beneath the counter, telling them to see if there was something they liked, and that he would get them taken care of in short order. He came back, patting her knee, and smiling, “Now where were we, ma’am?” Sharon watched the couple eye her, clearly surprised that a white woman was there getting something done. Donnie just leered at her. He deftly swiped at her tongue with a cotton ball in a ring forceps, wetted with something that tasted awful.
“Alcohol,” he explained, “Not what you can drink, so try not to swallow,” which Sharon immediately did, alarm lighting her eyes. Donnie chuckled, “I’m just teasing… that’s ethanol… totally safe, but very much at all and you’ll look like you’ve been at a frat party all evening.” He did not recognize or politely ignored the way Sharon’s body reacted to that. He opened the forceps, and with a shake the cotton ball dropped into the waste can beside the chair. He prepared the stud, leaving the bead beside the bar and bottom disc on an aluminum tray he pulled close. “Tongue out,” he waited, then expertly caught Sharon’s tongue with the forceps when she obeyed. The forceps were not comfortable, but Sharon was afraid to try to complain. He took a short needle… it looked impossibly thick as it moved out of Sharon’s field of view toward her mouth.
“Don’t move, fixing her eyes with his own, “Wouldn’t want to have to tell your ******** how you got the other piercing…” Sharon froze, horrified at the thought he might do that. And then there was a sharp sensation and pressure… and another sharp sensation. She shivered, whining at the pain. Ignoring her, Donnie tilted the forceps, reaching under her elevated tongue. There was uncomfortable pressure as he quickly spun the pointed tip off of the trocar, then reached over to the tray, starting the thread of the tongue stud’s stem into the trocar. A moment later he had pulled the base of the trocar back through her tongue, bringing the stud through with it. A tear spilled from the corner of each of Sharon’s eyes as his big fingers worked under her tongue, turning the bar within the piercing, getting it off of the trocar. “Sorry, Mrs. Sobel,” she winced at the use of her name, “But if I go through that way there’s less trauma to the taste buds… it will heal faster… but I guess it’s a lot to have in your mouth at once,” and then he leered at her, and Sharon wheezed a giggle, her clit twitching strongly. The trocar came free, and a moment later he had spun the bead into place, the ring forceps clicking against the top and partially flattened bottom beads as he removed them around her new jewelry.
“Now, every so often check this… the bead can get loose… Don’t take it out. Turn it a couple times a day… Get some GlyOxide and rinse your mouth carefully twice a day,” Donnie explained, sitting back and setting the trocar down by the needle tip on the tray, “It shouldn’t swell much… If it does, come back… we may have to put a longer stud in until it heals. I’ll send a plain bar in case the bead comes off and you swallow it.” Sharon nodded, looking at the BZ alum, wondering why she was feeling disappointed rather than relieved that he would not get to see how she was with her new sex aid. She moved her tongue around her mouth, the click as the bead hit her teeth a reminder she should be careful. “Stick your tongue out,” he said, sitting back and disposing of the trocar guide and needle tip. She obeyed. He had stripped off his gloves and caught the tip of her tongue with his bare thumb and forefinger… “May be just some oozing… don’t be alarmed if you taste blood… that’ll stop. Just sit here, we’ll get you taken care off,” and reaching down, he pulled a lever.
The chair tilted abruptly, leaving Sharon’s feet above her head. She gasped, wondering for a moment if Donnie was going to have her blow him with the couple right there… and what she would do if he did. Instead, he got up and went back around the barrier to talk to the other customers, reminding the helpless white wife once again that she had been minutes from being discovered being fucked at the front of the store. Despite knowing she could not take such risks, a sharp pang of arousal pulsed from her clit through her body.
“Sorry gang, have a celebrity here,” she heard him tell the couple, and hoped he would not go on that they might have seen her on G4 getting a porn award… She convinced herself the big man was more discreet then that, despite the way he had used her minutes before.
There was a noise at the back of the studio, and Catherine and Kelly came out, laughing and showing each other their new piercing. Tara followed, eyes flicking past Sharon to the couple with whom Donnie was talking. He waved her over, then suggested the girls head in and do some shopping, adding, ‘Your mom got a little woozy, but she’ll be ok pretty soon… Maybe get her a milkshake or an orange Julius thing in the mall.’ The girls left, and Sharon was embarrassed at the knowing smile on Kelly’s face, wanting to check her sweats for a tell tale spot.
She assumed Donnie would move her to the back room to wait and then use her mouth as he had suggested, but he patted her shoulder, asking if she was feeling better, maintaining the little drama he had described to the girls, even though they had gone. Sharon nodded, remembering the couple was still there. He sat her up, handing her a small bag with the second tongue stud he had mentioned as well as instructions. Glancing down, she saw he had included two cards, the top including the simple statement, ‘be here New Years Day to show me how you use it’. She nodded, part of her excited at the knowledge that she could count on another helping of the tattoo artist’s big cock before the end of vacation, even as she was ashamed at feeling that way.
She found it was slightly difficult to talk as the thanked him, thanking Tara, too, for taking care of her ******** and Kelly. She was already wondering how she would eat, guessing it would be soup for a few days, as she hurried back across the parking lot and entered the mall. Before seeking out the kids, she ducked into the first women’s room she found, ignoring the less than clean surfaces as she went into the stall, using a liberal amount of toilet paper to clean up she and Donnie’s mingled spend. Satisfied she was not obviously ‘just fucked,’ she checked her appearance in the mirror… the stud was not totally obvious when she talked, so long as she was careful, and left, fishing for her cell to find the kids.
She needn’t have… they were standing outside the shop, talking to Zeke. As she approached, Catherine came over and hugged her, but immediately drifted back beside Zeke, she noticed. Scott was almost jumping up and down.
“Guess what,” he did not bother waiting, “I got a job!”
“That’s great,” Sharon answered, ******* that her son had not been working or that he wanted a job. “Where are you going to be working?”
“Well, Zeke had a job at the Hot Topic here, too, but since he’s going to be on scholarship he really only needs spending money,” Scott shrugged, “So he talked to the manager and I start tomorrow.” Sharon blinked, managing not to look as alarmed as she felt… If she had to go back for more piercings or to see the women at the salon… it could get complicated. She smiled, telling herself she could always tell her son she was just checking on him and had decided to do some shopping if anything happened.
“It’s really gonna help me more,” Zeke said just then, his eyes lingering on Catherine, who Sharon watched blush in response, “This way maybe I’ll get to see you ladies more often.” A mother’s protective instincts kicked in then, and Sharon caught Catherine’s hand, almost jerking her oldest child away from the future BZ member as she managed what she hoped was a nonchalant shrug.
“Well, I guess that’s possible,” she said, “But thank you anyway for looking out for Scott.”
“Oh, I’ll keep you all filled in,” Zeke’s leer was unmistakable as Sharon looked back. Angry, she could not react, she knew… If Catherine or Scott found out what had happened in the store just an hour before… she shuddered, managing a nod, praying that she could keep the little brute sufficiently satisfied he would not feel compelled to do anything to her sweet, innocent ********. Sharon reminded the kids they still needed some groceries, and then everyone waved goodbye to Zeke before heading back to the car, Scott repeatedly asking to see both Catherine’s and Kelly’s new body jewelry. Sharon was relieved he had apparently forgotten she was along… She had decided the best thing would be to ‘surprise’ Chris with the new device when he was up to having sex again… which if she had counted correctly, would be that night.
Safely in the car, she turned to Catherine, who was still eyeing her angrily, clearly embarrassed at the way her mother had acted in the mall.
“I’m sorry, Catherine,” she said, “I overreacted… I’m just anxious for this to be a great holiday, and we have so many things to do.”
“Jeez, mom, you acted like the thought of me dating a black guy is horrible… I didn’t think you were racist.” Sharon rolled her eyes.
“We’ve already had that discussion,” she began, almost reminding her oldest a black man had just pierced her tongue. Instead she said, “I’d have reacted that way if it was the neighbor boy suggesting he wants to go out with you.”
“Mom,” Catherine turned it into two syllables, “I’m not a little girl.” Sharon shrugged.
“You’ll always be my little girl.”
“Fine… but it’s not like I’m a virgin anymore…” Scott choked a laugh at that, and Sharon shook her head.
“That’s enough of that talk. I can’t believe you would talk like that…” Kelly was laughing with Scott. Catherine fold her arms over her chest, obviously still angry at what had happened.
“And it’s not like he’d asked me out.” That made Kelly snort.
“Oh, if he hasn’t I think he’s going to,” she started, then saw the look on Sharon’s face and hesitated. “Not that you want to do anything that might get serious until you’re in college.”
“Have you gotten serious with anyone?” Catherine asked.
“Nope,” Kelly laughed, “I’ve had my share of fun, mind you, but nothing serious.” Sharon silently pleaded for her friend to stop, but Scott was suddenly intrigued.
“Really?” he started, “Interested in showing an almost senior some of the fun things you’ve done?” Sharon swatted her youngest, even as she found herself laughing with Kelly.
“Ew, gross,” Catherine complained.
“See?” Sharon changed lanes, starting up onto the highway, “You see your brother as too young to be thinking about that… it’s not so different for you and I.” Anxious to avoid other trouble, she added, “And do you like the new piercing?” Catherine nodded, reluctantly thanking her mother. Merging into traffic, Sharon wondered what other surprises lay in store for the holiday…
