Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11

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

"So you had a good time?" Sharon was relieved when Kelly assured her it'd been great.

"Your daughter is so much like you it's amazing," she went on, leaning back and sighing.

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

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

"I knocked without thinking... I almost came in to join you." Kelly laughed.

"Oh, that would've floored Cat... She thinks you're pretty square."

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

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

"Are you saying you..." Sharon stared at Kelly in shock, "You two didn't..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. Kelly giggled.

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

"Is she being safe?"

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

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

"What was that?" Kelly obviously didn't remember.

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

"But you weren't swimming starkers," her mouth dropped open as Sharon nodded her head.

"Oh yes I was... I'd gone down in just my robe."

"You're teasing me, now." Sharon smiled but shook her head.

"Too bad you were occupied upstairs, we could've played all night."

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

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

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

"Shit!" she said and let off of the accelerator.

"What?" Kelly glanced around, still unaware of what was happening.

"We're getting pulled over," Sharon answered. Kelly laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry, ma'am, but I'm not stopping you for a moving violation."

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

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

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

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

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

"Won't you get in trouble if they stop us?" she asked. Shaun laughed.

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

***

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

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

"What movies, babe?" he seemed completely relaxed, and honestly unaware of where the conversation was headed.

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

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

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

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

"It was a flyer... It was in a DVD a guy who saw me had... HE recognized me," she insisted, "And he'd never met me before."

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

"He didn't say a thing about my jewelry... He didn't know about my... duties," she trailed off, embarrassed at that.

"OK, so maybe he was a guest."

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

"That's it, then," Shaun laughed, "They're our 'test viewers.' That's how he'd know who you are."

"Your what?" Sharon wasn't sure she understood. Shaun shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

They pulled into the frat's wide drive.

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

"What's going on?" Shaun reached into the backseat and came up with 2 packages.

"It's the Halloween Party," he said.

"But Halloween was weeks ago," Sharon protested. Shaun shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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