Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 13

The blonde housewife was puzzled when she saw the room was much smaller then the ones she had seen closer to the elevators. There was only a tiny kitchenette, a sT&Ard bench kitchen table with one bench replaced by 3 chairs. Stepping closer, she realized the window was heavily smoked, which had not been true at the other suites. It was difficult to see there were two rows of 4 stadium seats, on the other side of the glass. Four more of the plastic folding seats were bolted into place between the dining area and the glass. A single small LCD television was mounted to the wall and provided the only light for the small space. The live feed from the various in stadium cameras was playing on the screen.

Shaun shut the door, moving into the cut out of the kitchenette to open the bar fridge beside the sink. He handed Sharon an Asti single serving bottle, smiling at her expression.

"I know it's not as glamorous as the others," he shrugged, "But they cost hundreds of thousands, whereas the frat can afford this one." Sharon nodded, opening the bottle. "Besides," he winked at her, "This is more private, right?" Looking around, Sharon saw the small suite in a new light... the glass meant she could prance around naked if he wanted her that way. She smiled , catching herself as she reached to take her top off. Shaun smiled as the ensnared white wife struggled between what she wanted and what she knew was 'right.' Stepping past her, he spun the chairs to face the field, clearing space before the fixed table. "It's not the bed at your place," he winked, "But I think we can make do, don't you?" Giggling, Sharon immediately stripped off her top, shimmying out of her shorts a few seconds later. She struck a pose.

"Like what you see?" she teased. Shaun smiled, nodding.

"Damn, little Bitch... You are something, you know that? I think dancing has you in better shape then the first time you shook that ass against me in class." Sharon blushed; it hadn't happened like that, she was sure, but the thought of him pressing against her ass that day in class built her arousal. She shimmied, like she would leaning against the pole, delighting in the way Shaun stared at her, his own hunger obvious. He stepped close to her. Sharon dropped all pretense, falling to her knees to eagerly open the ZB Brother's pants, and deftly slurping his swelling tool into her mouth. Groaning her pleasure around his ebony shaft, Sharon began to bob her head, sucking hungrily as she steadied herself with a hand on his muscular thigh. The fingers of her free hand tweaked her aroused clit and teased her drooling seam with practiced skill. Shaun was careful to get a great 'POV' angle shot of her eager performance-- no urging needed. And God, he had to admit she was simply amazing. Despite the earlier activity he realized it was going to be a chore to hold off for what he wanted. Pushing her away gently, he smiled at the need and desire obvious on his married whore's face as she pouted up at him, still frigging herself.

"I want more," he murmured. Biting her lip, Sharon jumped to her feet, pressing her naked body against his as she moved to climb up and impale herself. Shaun caught her by the waist. The flex of her muscles was more obvious then it'd been the first time he'd taken her, The curve of her ribs was obvious eve in the poor lighting. "Whoa, Little Bitch," he cautioned, "We already did that today." Sharon giggled happily, almost prancing from foot to foot, awaiting Shaun's demand. He cocked his head, listening to the noise outside the heavy glass slider. He caught the remote, increasing the volume. The stadium announcer completed the introductions for the 'home' team. He was glad he had agreed to bring Sharon along-- she was without doubt a shit hot fuck.

Winking, he motioned with his finger in a circle. The aroused white housewife spun, bending over the table, offering her firm bottom. Shaun stepped up, flexed his knees, and teased his swollen glans down her dripping seam. It was almost time. Sharon whimpered, shimmying her hips, hungry to feel him inside of her again.

"And now, please stand for the singing of our national anthem..." Shaun teased the panting bitch again, and then as the stadium began to reverberate with the sound of 60,000 voices, he pressed into Sharon's cunt, gripping her hips in his hands. He held himself buried, as the little white wife and mother arched up off of the table, crying out incoherently. Smiling, he reached around, catching her bare breast in his hand and pulling her back harder as he began to thrust in and out in hard, full strokes. Sharon's breath jarred in time with the fucking her gave her.

"Yesss!" she mewled, tilting her hips, pumping herself back at him, "God, so good... so good... Fuck me... Fuck me, Daddy!" Shaun pinched her nipple, his other hand dropping around her flexing hips, pulling her away from the table to press her clit firmly on his next thrust. Sharon cried out with 'the rockets' red glare!' and was still twitching and moaning as the anthem ended a minute later. Though tempted to finish then and there-- Go had laughed when Dave had mentioned her using condoms to prevent catching; she was obviously doing something else to not have to worry about it. He knew from past experience, though, that even the easiest BZ Bitches were reluctant to cross over into the almost lavish women's bathroom to clean up. And she was going to be busy for the next three hours... he could enjoy a proper screwing another time; maybe after she'd been getting hot and bothered dancing for the crowd at Go's.

Remembering the almost possessive way the club owner spoke about Sharon, Shaun almost rethought his decision. Based on the way his pet white wife had responded all day, though, he knew whatever Go thought, the little blonde was his to use; the club owner might get her off, but he hadn't stolen her ensnared affections. His musings had taken him far enough that Sharon was moaning in preparation for another climax.

Shaun backed out, and without being told his little slut spun, fingers burying themselves in her empty, dripping seam as she gobbled at his cock, bobbing her head and sucking ferociously throughout his impressive climax. When he was finally totally empty, he patted her head and she reluctantly sat back on her heels. He glanced out the window-- the game had started. He watched as Sharon finished getting herself off while licking the last of his jism off of her lips before she opened her eyes to look up at him.

"Very sexy," he told her, "Is that what you do for the crowds at Go's?" She giggled.

"Oh no, baby... You get the full treatment. They just get a show." She stood up, looking for her clothes. He held out a hand, and she obediently stopped, waiting naked in front of the glass. He shrugged the backpack off of his shoulders, unzipped one of the pockets, and pulled out the 'fantasy' costume... and fishnet top in the school colors, mimicking a football jersey. Sharon put it on without question. She paused looking at the number, 70.

"Usually it's 12 or 69. So that's special."

"Why?" Sharon asked, brow furrowed.

"Tom wanted you to wear his number." Shaun didn't see any reason not to tell her she had an admirer in the frat. Sharon smiled, turning to look out at the field.

"He's so big..." her voice trailed off, and she pressed a hand against her still bare sex. "He's a lineman?" Shaun nodded, as he selected the matching 'boyfriend shorts' with the conveniently open crotch.

"He's the left guard... He protects the quarterback... But it's the defense out there right now." He watched in amusement as Sharon dutifully slid the tight shorts up her shapely legs. Finished, she pirouetted for him. He nodded, "Good enough to eat."

"You promise?" Sharon pouted, twitching her ass. Damn, she'd picked up new tricks.

"You have some work to do first," he said sternly. Sharon glanced around.

"Well, it can't be too many," she paused as Shaun snorted.

"Whatever you say." He took his phone out of his pocket, sent a brief text, and less than a minute later there was a knock on the door. He opened it, pleased that Sharon didn't try to hide herself even when he left the door wide while their guest came in. "Shar', this is Tweak. He's a local ZB. And he's going to help us out here, today." Sharon just nodded. "I'm gonna be in and out, so he'll be the doorman. You know what to do with anyone who comes to... watch the game with you." Sharon nodded.

"Whatever they want to do," she answered automatically. Shaun nodded as well.

"Of course, that means he's going to be busy here, working the hall and the door," Shaun continued, "So we'd better thank him before anyone comes a calling." Sharon did not wait. She sauntered across the short hall, dropping gracefully to her knees to open the stranger's pants. Tweak watched in disbelief as the beautiful MILF began to suck at his already semi-erect cock. He shook his head, struggling after only a few seconds to maintain control, while flashing a 'thumbs up' to Shaun. A hanger on, the man was 10 years older than Shaun, and had washed out of college after completing his eligibility playing football for the rival school. But he was ZB, and had been solid when Dave or Shaun was in town and needed something, so Shaun was happy to share his prize Bitch's skills with his brother.

"Yeah!" Tweak gasped just as he began to fire into Sharon's bobbing mouth. The well trained white co-ed swallowed with practiced ease, then resumed sucking at Tweak's spent shaft, cleaning him up. He finally stepped back, pulling free. Shaun motioned to the stadium seats positioned behind the glass.

"Go ahead and enjoy the game," he suggested to Sharon, "Tweak will introduce you and make sure there aren't problems."

"Where will you be?" she asked in a little girl voice.

"Oh I'll be back. I have to go rub elbows with some of the others, though, first. I'd bring you, but you're going to help us out, like a good BZ Bitch... a little oral action," he did not point out it would be more than oral and more than 'a little,' "Helps guarantee we get to keep this little box. Don't let me down." Sharon nodded, rising smoothly from her kneeling position, uncaring of her near nudity in front of tweak as she took one of the stadium seats, giggling that it was cold as she adjusted herself to watch the game. Shaun was still amazed at how easily they had so totally conditioned the once prudish white wife, Shaun patted her head as if she was an obedient mutt and headed back toward the larger suites.

Sharon did not react when Shaun went out the door. She was not really surprised when Tweak left the door open, leaning in the open doorway. She was nervous, but it was an excited rather than fearful feeling; she was glad Dave wasn't around with his cameras. She wondered when she would be expected to 'go to work,' but need not have worried.

The next time there was a break in the game-- a television time out the announcer said on the television-- Sharon heard several voices in the hall. A few people went into the bathroom, but she heard Tweak say something, and a moment later two older men were sauntering into the suite. Despite having expected 'guests,' Sharon was surprised, as she had thought it would be college students visiting her. The men quickly established they were ZB frat members, and asking if she knew what a 'good Bitch' did for her brothers.

Sharon stood, flaunting her body as she asked them who wanted to 'go first.' She was a little surprised when the smaller of the pair smiled and opened his pants. He pushed the chairs beside the table against the wall and moved behind the fixed seat so she could begin to suck at his erect cock, and she realized quickly enough why his partner had not taken the lead. The bigger, older frat member moved around behind her, grumbling as he opened one of the condoms Shaun lad left in a bowl on the kitchen counter and slipping it on before he began to thrust into her from behind.

Sharon wanted to tell him he didn't have to use it, but her mouth was full, and Tweak responded before she came up for air.

"Shit man, you wouldn't want sloppy seconds, and neither do the other grads. Enjoy reliving your glory days, then go back to the wife without her having to ask why your crank smells like strange." The guy Sharon was blowing laughed in a groan.

"Yeah, Trent... God you a good cocksucker... Trent, you want skin to skin, feed her your pole."

"Naw," Trent drawled, thrusting into Sharon harder and faster, "This is just fine..." He slapped her nearly naked ass, "You are fine, honey. Better then on tape." Sharon moaned around his friend's cock, aroused that the man knew who she was, and as ever scared that people she had never met knew who she was and what she was doing because of pictures Dave had taken. She could not dwell on it, though; about that time the guy in her mouth stiffened and began to cum. She slurped it down without effort, moaning again in encouragement as the guy stepped back, watching his buddy continue fucking her from behind. Looking toward the door, Sharon realized Tweak was watching from his position against the doorjamb. And there were two more ZB grads waiting in the short hall.

As she watched, Tweak cleared his throat, turning as if he was coming inside. Simultaneously, the other guys shifted, obscuring her view of the hall; or more accurately obscuring the view into the suite from the hall. Sharon heard women talking-- one of them even spoke to tweak. Somehow the risk of having people walk by so closely with no idea what was happening in the small suite was an incredible rush, and Sharon groaned and shuddered in a brief but satisfying climax.

"Damn, the little Bitch is hot," Trent told the others, catching hold of her waist with both hands, "I'm about done here." As he picked up the pace, Sharon dutifully tilted her hips and flexed her knees, pushing back to meet his thrusts and purring just loudly enough for him to hear. "Yeahhhh..." He went still for a moment, then backed out. Even before he had finished, though, one of the new arrivals had opened his trousers to feed her his cock. "Hold up," Trent said, and the guy pushed at Sharon's face a few more times before grudgingly backing out, "Does the Bitch know all the rules?" He was holding the condom he had stripped off in one hand.

Licking her lips, Sharon stood up from where she had been kneeling in the stadium seat, snatching the limp latex sleeve in her hand. Tweaking her pierced nipple with her free hand, she trapped the open end of the sheath between her teeth and lips, upended it, and then used her hand to milk his semen out and into her mouth. She finished by swirling her tongue in the emptied condom before throwing it at the little trashcan she had noticed beside the table. The men laughed and clapped as she resumed her position, slurping her new friend's ready cock into her mouth. His friend didn't hesitate in slipping another of the prophylactics into place before taking Trent's place, pushing into her from behind.

"C'mon, man, we don't want Denise and Yon to come looking for us," Trent's friend urged. The larger man laughed.

"No, that'd be a real problem. But you know, I may just have to come relieve myself again, say in the third quarter." Sharon heard them talking and laughing as they headed down the hall toward the other suites. By the time the second pair had finished, another man was patiently waiting his turn. Glancing at the television, he sighed, stepping up to have her blow him. Sharon watched out of the corner of her eye as she began to bob her head; they were in another time out.

Pretty quickly the pattern was obvious to the increasingly experienced housewife. Whenever there was a break in play, some of the ZB Brothers who were enjoying the big suites would slip away-- she guessed under the ruse of using the rest room-- to enjoy themselves. And while more arrived whenever there was a play stoppage, she was kept busy almost without pause until halftime.

One of the few times she was watching, the offense was out, moving the ball down the field.

"You got a special interest or just a supporting your school?" Sharon looked up to see one of the men she had met in the tent party before the game. She remembered his wife, a chesty brunette who had been nice to her. A pang of guilt-- rare any more-- stole her voice. "Well?"

"Uhm, I-I guess I'm just supporting the team." The man chuckled, his eyes roaming over her barely covered body.

"That's not the usual number our entertainment wears," he pointed out. Sharon shrugged, leaning back, exposing herself to him, in no small part to end the conversation.

"The left guard," she surprised herself by knowing the position, "He's a... he's a friend." The man nodded as if he already knew that.

"Gardner's good," he agreed, and Sharon assumed he meant Tom. She was a little embarrassed she did not know the boy's name, "I hear he'll be a first round pick, maybe this year, next year for sure."

"Pick?" She asked, then stopped immediately. BZ Bitches were to be seen, not heard. The man laughed, though.

"The draft? The NFL? The boy's gonna have a great career as a pro." He eyed her again more speculatively, "So you're the one."

"I'm the one what?" Sharon expected a description of something she'd done in front of a camera. She sometimes wondered if every ZB Brother had a 'Best of Sharon' DVD at home. If she had known how thorough Shaun and Dave were-- every Brother in or out of school who had private email got a steady supply of what was going on in all the BZ Houses across the country. And for that year... hell, for any year in memory, Sharon, the hot housewife, was THE Bitch; all the frat members wanted to meet her.

"I heard one of the team's hot picks was sweet on one of the Bitches." Sharon was rocked by what he was saying. She barley managed to keep from saying, 'But I'm married.' "Course, I don't know the last time that worked out..." Sharon blushed, embarrassed... what never worked, her age, her race, that she was a BZ Bitch putting out for all of the frat? "No, that's not true... What was his name... Jenkins... no Jenson, he married a Bitch from his home frat. And that Tompkins kid... he was a running back. His sweetheart was a cheerleader, but she was also a BZ Bitch," he shrugged, "So it happens. Sharon shook her head, lifting her left hand to show off her wedding ring. The big man leered. "Oh, that's right," still leering, he unzipped, fishing out his rising cock, "Well, let's just see what hubby's missing." Biting her tongue, Sharon moved to take him into her mouth, but the man waved his finger in a 'no' gesture before he unrolled a condom onto his impressive prick. "Oh no, I want to truly sample the finest Bitch we've seen in years. Turn back around."

Sharon found herself bracing against the glass as the man thrust himself into her violently. She wanted to taunt him, to ask if he was only a man when he was humiliating women. She'd automatically went into her usual sex patter, knees flexing, pushing back to meet his thrusts, tilting her pelvis to change the pressure for them both. As angry as she was at what he'd said, she quickly found herself approaching a climax... the man knew how to fuck. She found herself staring down at the field, eyes locked on Tom down below. The idea he saw her as more than just a BZ Bitch was ridiculous. Even so, the thought he saw her as something special only pushed the buzzed, over sexed white wife closer to her climax.

Whether it was the change in her breathing or something more subtle, the man thrusting into her obviously sensed how close she was. She was dimly aware of his hand slipping down around her hip, and then there was pressure against her clit as he put his fingers at the top of her seam. Sharon's breath caught. He went still, buried fully inside of her.