Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 10

"I like it," Nancy's voice sounded strange, but Sharon didn't stop to think about it. God, she was hot. She pressed a hand down over her sex, shivering visibly.

"Have you been with a woman before?" Nancy just sat there, eyes on Sharon's naked body. Sharon frowned. This wasn't a time to tease. "Tell me if you've been with a woman." Nancy licked her lips.

"I've never been with a woman," she answered almost sluggishly." Sharon smiled, deciding the older woman was enjoying the slight dominance of being told things, rather than asked questions..

"Tell me what you want?" Sharon paused but Nancy seemed unable to find her voice. "Tell me you want me to lick your pussy," Sharon insisted, "Spread your legs. Show me." With a growing sense of power she watched her Professor spread her long legs. Her voice was low, little more than a whisper.

"I want you to lick my pussy." Sharon moved between the table & Professor Eller's spread knees. She didn't hesitate or try to find a comfortable position before bending at the wais t& pressing her mouth against the older woman's bare sex. Nancy's breath caught in her throat. Smiling, Sharon slipped her tongue through the folds of her mentor's sex, over the bud of her clitoris to tease her inner labia. Flicking back & forth lightly but quickly, she used her fingers to spread Nancy's out lips, giving her more freedom. As her tongue began lazy circles around the exposed clitoris, Nancy groaned, body trembling.

"Tell me you like it!" Sharon murmured, barely remembering to talk. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. She heard Professor Eller's voice as if from far away.

"I like it!" Sharon kept at it sucking lightly, then hungrily at the other woman's clit, delighting in the response it triggered as Nancy gasped, cried out, & shook violently on the couch. She didn't want to stop, but the position bending at the waist was beginning to hurt. Reluctantly she stopped, her breath sounding odd as well.

"Stand up!" she managed, "Come here..." she led the slightly taller woman around to the back of the couch. She paused, considering just having her lay down so they could 69, but her fingers were already working her dripping sex, & she didn't' want to alarm her mentor if the woman wasn't comfortable kissing another woman's pussy. "Bend over the couch," she pointed, amazed when Nancy did so without hesitation or question. Sharon spread the thin buttocks, then buried her nose in Professor Eller's sex, her tongue rising to flick at the swollen bead of her clit. In seconds, Nancy was panting & groaning, hips jerking as she came repeatedly. Sharon was having difficulty trying to put her thoughts together, but her wingers were so close to getting her off she didn't stop to wonder about it. Her own need filled her senses, so that she offered only a weak whimper when a large hand closed on her upper arm, pulling her away from the twitching body of Professor Eller.

"Damn you two are hot!" Sharon heard a voice, blinking in surprise to find Dave standing there, naked. "Getting started without me, I see..." She blushed, trying to remember if she'd been supposed to do this? Had they told her? Dave laughed at her expression, letting go of her arm to pat her head. "It's all right, little Bitch," he said, "You took some of them pills, didn't you?" Sharon nodded. Was she in trouble? He smiled, "Well, looks like it's gonna work out fine," he paused, obviously amused, "You'll be the perfect window dressing... Go on frigging that hot cunt, I got some work to do now..." He turned, spanking Nancy's bare ass sharply. The professor simply gasped, but didn't move from her position.

"Yeah, and speakin' of bitches..." 'Dave spanked her again, hard enough to leave a bright red mark on her pale ass, "You so hot you can't stop, ain't that right?"

"I'm so hot..." Nancy's subdued voice rose from the other side of the couch. She kept mumbling.

"Tell me you want it," Dave said, stepping up to tease his cock down the helpless professor's crack, "Tell me you want my black cock."

"I want your black cock..." Nancy murmured. Sharon blinked in surprise, even as she stood there, masturbating herself like Dave had told her to do. Embarrassed, she wanted to stop, but found she couldn't.

"Nah, turn around, slut," Dave said, "First you gots to get me ready... Suck my cock." Nancy hesitated, then turned. She wavered, having difficulty with her balance. She was blinking rapidly, but dropped to her knees, one hand taking Dave's cock. As Sharon watched in amazement, the older woman brought her head to the tip of the BZ Brother's swollen manhood. She licked at it awkwardly. Dave pulled his cock free & slapped her cheeks with it. "I said suck it, you dumb ho!" he scolded, "Don't need your hands to suck it." Professor Eller, eyes open but vacant, dutifully leaned forward, taking Dave's cock into her mouth. Sharon moaned as the erotic image, along with her strumming fingers threatened to make her cum. Her mind was working feverishly, though... Why was Professor Eller doing that? She knew the older woman wouldn't willingly have sex with any student, especially a BZ Brother... but she was... she was bobbing her head up & down on Dave's cock.

Dave had his hands on his head... It was obvious he wasn't forcing her to do anything. He looked over at Sharon & smiled.

"Ain't that the shit?" he chuckled, "Who knows when you'll find that inner slut... Just like you, right, BZ Bitch?" Sharon felt herself nod. She blushed. She wasn't like that, was she? Looking down at her naked body & still working fingers, she shivered at the reality. & still she couldn't stop.

"OK, Professor Pussy," Dave said, patting Nancy on the head as if she was a dog, "I think that's good. Now tell me you want me to fuck you." He redirected his handheld camcorder as Nancy Eller looked up at him.

"Fuck me." He smiled, slapping her face with his spit slicked cock.

"I don't think you want it badly enough," he teased. "Beg for it."

"Please fuck me," the agitated woman groaned, "I want it... Fuck me." Dave teased her face again.

"OK, Prof P... show me how you want it." Biting her lip, the older women moved onto her back, legs spread lewdly, offering herself to the young frat brother. He nodded, "Ah, Missionary style... You want to see me, eh?" Nancy didn't offer an answer. He shook his head. "No, you gonna be my bitch, just like your little teacher's pet," he inclined his head toward Sharon, "You're gonna take it doggie style, bitch... Get on your hands & knees." Still wobbling visibly, Professor Eller complied. Dave moved behind the hapless woman, nodding his head.

"You're a good match for your Pet," he praised her, "You got a better body than most of the TA's we bang," He slapped his cock over her bare ass as he moved to his knees behind her. "Now beg for it... Tell me you want this black cock."

"I want... your black cock," Nancy managed. Dave moved closer.

"Show me, bitch. Reach down... spread those flaps." Sharon watched as her Professor lewdly spread her labia. "Shimmy that ass." Nancy did. "Tell me if you're wet."

"I'm wet," the words were a groan.

"You know you need it... You need cock... Big black cock."

"I need it," Nancy nodded.

"Well go ahead, then," Dave teased over her wet & open seam, "Put me inside." Sharon shivered as she watched the woman who barely an hour before had been ranting about the evils of the BZ Brotherhood seemingly voluntarily reached between her legs, pulling Dave's cockhead to her sex. Her hips tilted & then Nancy Eller was pushing back, impaling herself on Dave's black snake. When she paused, Dave began to slip in & out, not even half of his shaft thrust into the hapless teacher.

"Yeah, you a tight one," he praised, spanking her ass with one hand, still holding the camcorder with the other. He moved his hips, steadily working more of his cock into her bare sex. "Feel it?" he taunted, "You're getting broken in... You gonna beg for black cock from now on, isn't she Sharon." Blushing, Sharon could only nod... It terrified her, watching the change in Nancy; seeing the reflection of herself helpless beneath Dave's driving cock.

"Go on," he slapped Professor Eller's ass again, holding himself in place, "Show how much you love it... Fuck that cunt on my cock." A whimper escaped Nancy's throat as she began to move back & forth more vigorously. "Tell me you feel it," he taunted.

"I feel it.... So full... filling me up."

"Making you hot," he reached down, tweaking her clit. Nancy's body spasmed.

"So hot," she echoed, "So hot..." Dave resumed his thrusting hips, burying the rest of his meat on the next stroke. They maintained that steady rhythm, Nancy's panting breath loud in the room. He went on working her clit from the side, waiting... Soon enough he was sure she was ready.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you, slut?" he taunted. Body rocking steadily, Nancy nodded silently. "Feel it, slut? You're gonna cum... You're gonna cum fucking my big black cock." A moan escaped the drugged teacher's throat. "Tell me what you want," he pinched her clit at that moment.

"God," Nancy Eller moaned, body twitching again, "I want to cum... make me cum!" she kept going, "Make me cum... fuck me."

"You want my cum?" Dave teased. They always said no... at first.

"N-no," Professor Eller groaned, still rutting back against his steady thrusts, "Don't cum in me... No protection..."

"But you want to cum."

"Yesss!" the way she twitched he could tell she was close. He held off his next thrust, keeping himself almost out of her sex as she rocked back. She groaned, humping back still harder, then whined her need, ass swaying in an obvious invitation.

"Tell me you want it... You want my cum so you can cum, too." Nancy tried to shake her head, 'no' he saw; she was fighting the drugs. Fortunately, need was a great persuader. He let her hold a few more inches of his cock, just for a second, while circling around her swollen, needing clit. Her stomach nearly pulsed with need.

"Ahhh!" she managed, "I want it... I want to cum..." He spanked her ass & backed out again, waiting. "Give me your cock," she husked, "Fuck me... Give me your cum!" There... & all on tape. He slid into the ensnared Professor's cunt, pumping at her in short, hard strokes, barely backing out, easily driving her over the edge. As Nancy Eller spasmed & moaned in obvious orgasm, Dave sighed, letting go as well. He kept thrusting, though, keeping at it through the drugged woman's release, delighting in the reality of finally breaking the bitch... of making her his.

"Stay right there," he demanded, pulling out when she'd quieted. He looked over. Though her eyes weren't fully glazed, Sharon was still steadily rubbing her bare sex as he'd instructed. He snorted, then raised a hand, 2 fingers raised in a 'V.'

Less then a minute later, two of his fraternity brothers came through the front door as if they owned the place.

"You wanna gang the bitch?" the first asked Dave, staring at the lewd position the Professor had dutifully maintained. Dave shook his head.

"Nah, we need leverage, that's all," he pointed to Sharon, who hadn't taken her gaze off of Nancy Eller even at the new arrivals, "But she's all worked up... Might as well enjoy that, too, right?" The first of his brothers didn't bother asking his friend who would take who, opening his pants & dropping to his knees behind the helpless Professor.

She groaned as he sank his cock into her in one stroke. Catching her hips, he began to hump at her as Dave caught the action on his camcorder. The second BZ Brother took Sharon's hand, pulling it from her dripping, more than ready sex. She offered no resistance when he led her through the door to her bedroom. Dave smiled when the springs on the bed began to squeak a moment later.

He checked that there was enough weed in Sharon's tin, quickly cleaned the bong, & collected the remaining pills that had been spread out on the counter. Figuring in his head the rough number he thought the Professor had taken, he reasoned they had a couple more hours easy before she'd maybe start to come up. Flipping one of the diamond shaped blue tablets in his right hand, he returned, kneeling before the panting older woman.

"Open your mouth," he said. Nancy did without pause. He fed her the pill, telling her to swallow.

"What's that?" Andrew, the junior who was fucking her asked.

"What's it look like?" Dave held out another of the tablets, "It's vitamin V, man... Viagra."

"I thought that was just for guys," Andrew didn't slow the steady pace at which he was hammering into Nancy Eller. The bitch had given him a D forcing him to retake a stupid English course over the summer session.

"Nah, it works on chicks, too," Dave said, "Some people say it's better... they can HAVE four hour orgasms & not go to the ER." He watched the drugged Professor... way too early for the drug to be working, yet, but it was hot as hell, watching her put out. "When you're done, you got anyone else waiting?" Andrew nodded.

"Leroy & Samir are waiting in the car. Anquan & Gavin are at the house... they'll come whenever we call." Dave nodded, opening the front door & motioning for the others to come inside. They scrambled to join in the fun, agreeing as Dave went out the door to call the others right then.

As Dave got into his car, chuckling at the line of cars in front of Sharon's place, he dialed Samir's number. The son of Middle Eastern rug merchants who had wisely brought their successful business to America years before the Towers fell, he was the Freshman assigned to the group. Even if he'd been giving it to Sharon or the Bitch, he'd be expected to pick up.

"Yeah?" No point identifying yourself on a cell-- a house rule.

"Good, man," Dave praised, "Don't mark them up... Remember Sharon's our golden goose." Samir snorted. Nobody was going to risk screwing up the best thing Shaun & Dave had brought to the house in years. "I want some swapping on film..." Dave went on.

"Already on it," the younger BZ Brother answered, "Got 'em taking oral straight from anal & from the other's cooze, too." Samir & the boys were obviously enjoying their assignment.

"Change the scene, too," Dave told him, "Get them both on the bed... you know, the usual. & make the bitch beg for it."

"Internals?" Dave smiled at the question.

"Oh yeah... but offer to let her swallow it. That'd work, too. Make her show the camera when she's done if she does that... & then beg for more." Samir was panting slightly & Dave was tempted to ask who he was doing, but let it go.

"Already got some of that... She's taken a load each way." There was a pause & Dave heard the sound of someone's ass being spanked. There was a husky feminine groan of pleasure in response. "How long we got?" Dave checked his watch.

"Sharon said she took a couple more, but she's not a total zombie... Figure another hour, tops."

"OK..." Samir had obviously hoped for more time.

"Hey, you can bust a nut twice in that time," Dave pointed out, "& there'll be plenty of time to play after that; I just want to be sure we get her home while she's still stoked. Take the handheld & do her at her place, too... We just can't have her acting out when you try to get her home."

"Sure."

"I know, I'm being a mother hen here," Dave offered by way of apology, "But be careful getting her home.. I want her looking slutty & used & obviously not caring who sees her like that... but don't get her arrested. & for God's sake don't get arrested..." Samir grunted his understanding. "I know you know the drill," Dave went on, "It's just this is really important, you know?" Another grunt he took as agreement. "I tell you what," Dave was driving through the campus, waving at several people he knew & some hotties he wished he knew. He made a mental note to ask the other Brothers who they were.

"Leave your ride there. When you're done at the Bitch's place I'll swing by to pick you up. If you're still not ready to zip it up, our prize BZ Bitch will be more than ready, I'm sure."

He signed off, whistling happily in the knowledge that almost the last resistance to the BZ Frat having free reign on campus had finally been neutralized. The idea of working Eller over with the others was almost enough for him to drive over to her place, but Dave wasn't about to risk it. The video would show she was 'entertaining' the others in her place, & there'd be no sign he'd been involved.

If she went to the police it'd be her word against theirs... theirs & the ample video evidence they'd have. He'd have to ask how the vitamin V had worked. Reconsidering that, he tucked a couple pills away, deciding he'd see just how well they worked with Sharon sometime soon.... Although she was such a slut he wasn't sure he'd notice a difference.

He parked & wandered into the Union, where he'd be sure to be caught on several cameras for his protection if Eller tried to squeal. He grabbed a burger & a drink, then sat with other students watching the college games on TV & wondering what it would be like to actually have to study to get through class... No, he didn't wonder what it was like; he wondered how the students with their noses buried in a book could stand it.

He spent a few minutes idly counting the number of coeds he saw who'd be worth balling... then compared it to the ones he'd already had. Certainly there were more to be had, but he would've bet anything he'd been in more panties than any non-BZ Brother at school. & that was just the way it was supposed to be.

Reluctantly he agreed that Shaun was probably right in suggesting they let Sharon cool her heels for a couple weeks after that weekend. She'd been great at the party the night before, & hadn't batted an eye at ensnaring Professor Eller, but then again, she probably thought the Professor had just been hiding that she was really a black cock slut... Shaun had been very clear he didn't want Sharon to think too much about what the pills meant... what she'd helped them do to her mentor.

Dave still couldn't believe what a hot piece of ass the older married woman was; Sharon seemed to want it more each time they kept her away. He knew Shaun was wrestling with whether they'd have to tell her to visit home. It'd been weeks since she'd been back... at least back when anyone else was home. If hubby came asking around it could screw things up. He wondered just what her husband would think when he saw the... changes that had been made.

On a whim, he made a couple calls. They had extra cameras & in short order some BZ Brothers had their marching orders; they'd wire up at least a couple rooms in Sharon's home sometime the following week, so the Brothers would have front row seats for whatever happened when the hot white wife eventually went home...

***

Home, kids, & Chris were the farthest thing from Sharon's mind sometime later. The afternoon had been a haze of pleasure. She had no idea how many of the Brothers had been by. Giggling, she mused that there'd always been a ready supply of big hard cock.

They'd played with both women non-stop, putting them side by side & taking turns 'speed fucking' them to see who would cum first. She'd cheered drunkenly when she'd managed to get the guy between her legs off before Nancy succeeded. The guys had changed it, then, challenging each other to see who could get the women off fastest. Though she'd tried desperately to cum, by then her Professor seemed a sexual dynamo; she'd moaned as she came barely 2 minutes after the guy thrusting into her had started, & she hadn't stopped, cumming seemingly continually as the BZ members went on enjoying both women.

They'd used the radio in her bedroom, playing 'Musical Whores' with 7 guys moving from hole to hole until the music stopped. Though it'd been herky jerky, with cocks stabbing at her mouth, cunt, & ass instead of really fucking into her whenever the guys thought the music would stop, both women had remained visibly aroused, & Nancy Eller had climaxed repeatedly. The guys teased her, asking if she was a black cock whore yet, & she'd nodded, babbling between being fed cock that she wanted more... begging them to fuck her.