Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 14

"Aiieee!" she screamed, unable to stop it, barely aware her entire body was thrashing.

"Damn, are you kidding?" It felt like she was floating... disconnected from her body, but the voice had sounded different, and it wasn't behind her. "Here... gonna get me some of that now..." And hands searching in the dark landed heavily on Sharon's shoulder before someone found her head, pulling her against a second jutting erection. Her mouth sagged open and she accepted the stranger without hesitation... eager, in fact, bobbing her head almost violently as a different haze filled her mind. She wanted more of that pleasure... Now. "Ahhhh.... Take it easy, little BZ cocksucker," the second big hand patted the back of her head like she was a dog, "There's plenty of time... we got years to take advantage of this little body... And your little girl... She'll be fun to break in, too."

The men using her were quiet for a moment, before she heard dimly 'five minutes' called by someone outside the room.

"I'm too close, I think," Marvin panted behind her, "Besides, I told her I was gonna fill her up. Allison, you ready to go if she's worn me out?" Sharon wondered what he was saying, when another voice answered,

"Sure, if you'll turn on the damn light so it's not just hearing this... I don't know about the others, but I still say that could be the two of you putting one over on us."

"Your wish, my good man, and remember, come to State, pledge BZ, and the little bitch is yours to ball..." There was a flickering brightness and Sharon realized the room's overhead light had been turned on, exposing her naked, bent at the waist, humping against one high school senior while someone else was feeding her his cock. She knew it was wrong... knew that flashes of camera phones could ruin her, but her only focus was on cumming.

"She's great," the guy fucking her face, stepped back, pulling out of her mouth and unbalancing the helplessly aroused white housewife, "But I ain't risking a bad second half on a nut." A big hand caught her chin, lifting her head until Sharon could see she had been sucking on Zeke's cock. "But trust me, both you and yo' little girl are gonna get plenty of this," and he leered, tucking his still engorged cock into his pants with some difficulty, "Good thing we have the ball first. And don't worry, I won't break your precious little boy... gotta respect a man who can hold on like that. But you and your little girl... We're gonna see how well you can hold it, too..." The others... several other younger football players, Sharon realized dimly, laughed. She wondered why no one else was stepping up to take a turn... needed to cum.

"Fuck!" she husked, her voice a low angry growl similar to what she had heard when Marvin was talking, "Fuck me! Get me off. She threw herself back, impaling her hungry sex on the quarterback's driving cock. "Fuck... me... fuck me... fuck me!" The players went quiet, watching her.

"A'ight... you asked for it, cunt," And Marvin's big hands closed on Sharon's hips as he began to hump into as hard and fast as he could. Sharon found she couldn't catch her breath. She was going to cum... wanted to... needed to. She heard the guttural moans, and was surprised to realize it wasn't Love, but her making the noise.

"Two minutes," a voice sounded, much closer, "Don't make me find you, boys."

"Shit!" several of the others began to head toward the door.

"Gonna..." Marvin was panting behind her, "Gotta go... but gonna... gonna... Damn, you're sexy... Ahhhh!" He went still, buried fully, and Sharon felt his jism spurt into her, a combination of searing heat and chilling cold. She pressed back, needing it, still mumbling incoherently but aware that she was angry. Chuckling, Marvin let go of her hips, and Sharon barely had time to get her hands up to keep from bashing her face against the cold concrete floor.

"Sorry, bitch, but I know you came once... We'll get you off better later. For now gotta go back and beat your team. Have a fun second half..." He paused at the door, "Seein's how I'm your new quarterback, and that I'm most definitely gonna fill that box up again soon, I wonder if you'll find yourself cheering me on... what do you think?"

"Fucker!" Sharon hissed, "Limp dicked cocksucker, come get me off!" She blinked, shocking herself with the tone and words... What the fuck was wrong with her? She heard Marvin Love's laughter in the corridor she guessed leading to the locker rooms fade. The red haze of her anger eased, and was replaced with a new sense of self-loathing... had she really demanded that he fuck her? She knew she had, and that she had wanted it... part of her still wanted it.

She realized she was on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, dripping a high school senior's cum onto the floor. Cupping her soaked, still aroused pussy in one hand, she got up and gingerly moved around the room, reluctantly settling on the discarded towel one or another of the players had left in the room where they'd been watching their teammates use her. The towel had obviously been used in the first half-- there were dirt and grass stains and even a smear of blood. Selecting the less soiled side, she wiped at her sex repeatedly, before using her teeth to tear a strip that she tucked into the crotch of her thong, hoping to staunch any continued leakage of the quarterback's jism.

Dressed, she found herself hesitant to leave the room... She wished she had a mirror to make sure she didn't look as fucked out as she felt. Finally, she slipped out the door that Marvin had led her in through, and retraced her steps, slipping out of the employees only entrance to dash the short distance to the nearest women's room.

When another woman started to reach for the sink Sharon had zeroed on straight through the door, she growled... literally growled, and the woman stepped back in surprise and obvious fright. Part of Sharon reveled in that response, but she suppressed it an managed to mumble an apology before ducking her head in the sink to begin scrubbing, just in case some of Zeke's pre-cum was drying on her cheeks. Only when she was sure it was not obvious what had been happening did Sharon retie her hair and head back for their seats. Her phone buzzed, and she considered ignoring it, but knew that was not an option. Pulling it out of the pocket of her sweats, she saw that it was Chris, asking if she was okay.

"Of course I'm fine," she said angrily, adding, "Fuck!" loudly enough under her breath that everyone heard. She flopped into seat beside him, glaring straight ahead, heedless of the sudden quiet that had arrived with her as the others looked at her in varying degrees of shock. "I'm serious," she said through clenched teeth, "I was just walking around." Reason regained some measure of control, and in case anyone had seen her at the far end of the field, "I even tried to sneak back to make sure my baby was okay. Scott could really have been hurt by that hit, but nobody did a thing." She lapsed into silence, increasingly embarrassed about her little outburst, and the others' reactions. 'Damn them,' a small voice tried to rail at their shitty attitude. Shocked that she was thinking like that, she forcefully quashed the anger, sitting back and sighing before offering everyone a sheepish apology for 'being so moody.'

There was no real improvement in the second half... their boys were simply outmatched or had been cowed by the other team's brash attitude. The general good cheer that had prevailed despite the score after the first half was gone. While trying to encourage the others not to give up, Sharon was more focused on what was wrong with her. Her behavior was scary, and not just the way she had learned to put up with sex with strangers... that she could understand. But she had said 'fuck' in front of Chris! And she could not understand why his simple call borne of concern for her had left her feeling so mad; another anxiety she would have to deal with, a question without an apparent answer.

The game ended 37 to 13. Scott caught a nice touchdown pass, and while everyone was cheering, Sharon found herself wondering if Zeke had missed the crossing route on purpose, and hating herself for feeling grateful to him for it. Marvin only played in the first two series before the opposing coach substituted a younger quarterback, and once again Sharon found herself wondering about what it meant... had he been too tired after fucking her to be on top of his game? Both young black men paused, talking to her son for several seconds after the game as the teams came onto the field to exchange congratulations, and she found herself terrified that they would be taunting him about what they had done, but both were smart enough or had been sufficiently warned by Shaun against killing the goose with the golden egg, that when Chris asked Scott about it during an early dinner, their youngest son threw out his chest and told them the college bound players had congratulated him for being the best on his team.

Chris was obviously impressed and assured Scott that was 'what he had been trying to say,' but it obviously meant more to her son coming from another player, and she could understand it, even if she was not sure it was really what they had meant. She hated that her secret life had her second guessing how good her son was, and whether it was really his skills that had prevailed that day.

Despite the compliments, the truth was the kids' unbeaten team had lost the game. And just a week before the delayed final championship games. Scott and Catherine were both understandably quiet. Sensing the mood, Kelly suggested they all go to a movie, offering to treat, and suggesting Cathy see if Myra wanted to join them. When Scott asked if he could check with friends, Kelly shrugged and told him she did not mind, but asked if he would not rather be seen as the only guy with three 'hot ladies' on his arm. After wrinkling his nose and pointing out that one of them would be his sister, Scott agreed that he could go out just one night 'without a wingman.' Sharon handed them enough cash to be sure they could get something to eat after the show, and waved as they pulled out, laughing as if they had no care in the world.

Chris was watching the day's highlights on SportsCenter when she went back inside. Flora had finished putting away dinner. Sharon meant to curl up with her husband to enjoy some together time, even if they could not do more. She knew that in just a couple more days she would be back at school, living the other life that seemed more her own than the one she was trying to protect with her family. And in truth, she was glad Chris would not be pushing for a repeat performance of what they had done earlier in the break, not wanting to expose her husband to anything the janitors, guard, or players might have had. She gritted her teeth at the thought... wondering if adult women could still get the Guardasil vaccination. A clinic visit could not come soon enough.

Chris held her without protest or suggestion. She had managed to fall asleep when he shook her awake,

"Babe, your phone's buzzing." He leaned forward when she just blinked at him, picking her cell phone off of the coffee table. "Here... You have a message." Sharon came fully awake with the fear that her husband might be holding a text message from Shaun or Dave in her hand. She snatched it out of his grasp.

"Shit, I was asleep..." she mumbled, and then hoping to hide the abrupt way she had grabbed it away from Chris, "I hope the kids are all right." She eyed the screen, aware that Chris could easily see it too, if he had not bee refocused on some slow motion replay of something from a College game.

'Sharon, sorry to be a bug, but if at all possible I need you here tonight... before tomorrow night at the latest, to help with some research before school resumes. Thanks, Professor Eller.' She sat up, groaning.

"Shit!" It took a conscious effort not to hurl the phone at the wall.

"What, babe?" She held the phone up, showing him the screen,

"My English Professor... my mentor. I'm supposed to help her with research, but I didn't think she would be working over the holiday," Sharon was not about to admit to her husband that she had no idea what research she was supposed to be helping with. "She wants me to come back up to help her."

"Tonight?" Sharon handed the phone to Chris, who read the message, then shook his head.

"What's she researching?" Sharon shrugged,

"She's a novelist, too, remember? I help make sure her books are as factually correct as possible, and I help with the papers from the classes I'm not taking..." Chris hugged her,

"Well, if that's what it takes to get to where you publish your own book..."

"How did you know I want to be a writer?" she asked in genuine surprise. Chris laughed,

"Baby, you've wanted to write as long as I've known you. You didn't think I knew that's why you wanted to go to State for school? To build the network to help make sure you're the Sandy Brown of the Bible Belt?" Sharon leaned over, kissing her husband passionately.

"I love you so much," she said, adding a hug, then pulled away, groaning as she looked at the clock, "But it's so late..." She had almost convinced herself she could enjoy one more night of real life.

"Better not keep the old battle axe waiting," Chris smiled, hugging her again, "If what Kelly says is at all true, you've been a positive influence on the Professor, and I wouldn't want to ruin that." Once again Sharon was surprised. She shivered, wondering if Chris really knew what she was doing but was somehow all right with it, and was just torturing her, feigning ignorance. He could not really want his wife to be having sex with other men? She snorted at the thought. No, he was just a good listener. Still, she knew she would have to be careful, and would have to remind Kelly, too.

She realized she was frowning at her husband, who had noticed and was obviously surprised.

"Trying to get rid of me?" The anger in Sharon's words made Chris flinch. "Can't wait for me to be back at school so you can do whatever you want?" She barely managed not to mention the porn on his computer. It was a real struggle to close her mouth. She focused on long, slow breaths, like she had learned in yoga years before.

"Whoa, babe," Chris waved his free hand, while gently pulling her close with the arm he had looped around her shoulders, "Damn, you're tense... You should get a massage once the Professor cuts you some slack. All I was saying was I did not want you to stay here if it would make her angry. I love you, remember?" Sharon blushed. She knew that, no matter how she had snapped at him. She kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry, but it's been such a great weekend... And I appreciate how supportive you've been," she kissed his lips, then sat back, "So you'll really be okay if I leave?" Chris feigned 'deep thinking' for a moment, then nodded,

"We miss you when you're gone, but I understand what you're doing, and you're not asking that much of me... besides, we can't play slap and tickle tonight, anyway." Sharon giggled.

"Well, I'll be back before you know it, and for a couple weeks this next time," She wondered why the statement left her with a sinking feeling, "I need you and the kids to send me your Christmas lists."

"You won't be back before the break?" Sharon shrugged, trying not to snap irritably at the whine in her husband's voice.

"Dunno," she sat up, patting his knee, then levering herself upright, "You know, projects, finals, and working with the research... I just hope she doesn't demand I go back up for some of break." Chris obviously had not thought about that. But he just nodded. Catching her hand, he pulled her down for another kiss.

"Drive safe, babe," he held on to her hand, "And call when you get home." Sharon smiled, then went up to the bedroom, collecting her things, double checking that nothing was left that would leave Chris wondering. When she went back down for a good-bye kiss, Chris had gone into the kitchen. He handed her an aluminum travel mug of coffee.

"And hurry home." Sharon nodded, loving that her husband missed her but was so totally supportive. "Do you think you'll have some new surprise when you get back?" For a moment Sharon was rocked by the certainty that he did know, and was just now revealing his awareness that she was a slut for other men. He laughed at whatever her expression was, "That... blow job was amazing. I may never let you graduate if you keep getting tips from Kelly and the other... Sisters." Sharon slapped him, harder than she had meant to, but he took it as playful.

"Be a good boy and tell me what the doctor says and we'll see," she said, pausing after another prolonged hug and kiss at the door to go out to her car, "But what sort of surprise do you want?" She realized she was batting her eyes, baiting her own husband like a mark at the club. Chris shifted, pressing a hand against his crotch.

"Whoa!" he said, looking away, "That's not playing fair! I'm not supposed to use him, remember?" Sharon laughed, surprised at the almost cruel edge to the sound. I'm sorry baby," she said, stepping outside, "But I'll ask Kelly what she thinks I should bring home as a surprise." Chris waved, and was still watching when she looked through the window before pulling down the long drive to the street.

Her phone buzzed, and she made a mental note to activate the ringer once again, as she lifted it, clicking to see the new text message.

'Text when you are on the way.' She responded with one thumb while negotiating the turns out of the neighborhood, 'I m otw now.' After hitting send, she realized the text had not come from Professor Eller, but from Dave. Her phone buzzed again-- an incoming call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, there, sexy little bitch! So you missed us so much you had to come home early?"

"Uh, Professor Eller wants me back to help with something..." Sharon found herself wondering if the older woman was calling her back to help her service a line of eager young men. TWANG! Her clit pulsed, the Range Rover veering as she struggled to maintain control, amazed at how strongly her body had responded to the errant thought about doing a group sex session with her mentor.

"Uh-huh," Dave said.

"It's true," Sharon answered curtly, mad at the tone the young man had used-- as if he did not believe her.

"Well, not exactly," Dave said, and the butterflies came alive in Sharon's stomach, "See, didn't want ol' hubby worrying if the frat called you back. But Professor Eller was kind enough to help us out... She does that all the time now, thanks to you." Sharon was silent, hating herself for the way she had so willingly turned a woman she had long admired over to the same men making her life a living hell.

"Anyway, little bitch," Dave went on, "Do you still have that shit hot costume?"

"I have lots of costumes," she answered, "It's a requirement to work at Go's, remember?" There was a pause, Sharon guessed at the impertinent tone she had used in answering. She could not believe what she had done, but was smiling triumphantly. Damn, that had felt good.

"Watch it, little bitch," Dave warned, "I meant the devil costume from our big Halloween party." Sharon blushed, remembering.

"Yes, I kept it, why?"

"Well, I thought you'd want to get the mask, at least... See we need Mrs. Sharon Synn to join us in about 90 minutes." Sharon checked the clock reflexively. That was not much time.

"The text said tomorrow would have been fine..."

"Well, now that you're back, we're gonna don this tonight," Dave's tone held more than a little warning.

"Okay," Sharon said, increasing her speed as home disappeared with the lights of the city in her rear view mirror. "I'll be there."