Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15B

"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 daughter 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 daughter 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, unaware 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 daughter. 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...

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