Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 14

"Don't say that!" she yanked her hand free to pop his shoulder again, but Chris just chuckled. She bit her lip at a sudden thought, "But are you... I mean, will it be... Can we..." Chris laughed.

"Of course... Doc just said not to play with pills I don't need anymore. And I'm supposed to visit a urologist next week. He said he hoped we'd had a good time, because he couldn't recommend a repeat performance until after I see the him." Sharon sighed and nodded, smiling at her husband. "I told him I thought I could think of some tricks to keep you satisfied until then..." Chris slipped a finger under the edge of Sharon's robe, then, as if to pull it open. Sharon lurched back, clutching her robe tightly.

"Not here, Chris!" she hissed, "Someone would see." Her husband just laughed, then grimaced, "Ouch, I can see why he didn't want me messing around... that still hurts," he cupped his groin, "And I won't tell you what it felt like when he stuck the needle in me." Sharon winced, nodding sympathetically.

She glanced in the small mirror over the sink at the side of the room, pushing her hair back over her shoulders; ran her fingers through a tress that was especially unruly a few times, then put her hand behind her hips, away from Chris. Her husband did not noticed, having turned his attention to the doctor who had just walked in. Sharon was sure the way the physician eyed her he knew why she was still so jumpy. She found herself looking repeatedly at the windows, scared someone was going to come by and see them.

"Say, doc, can we get out of here now," Chris asked, reaching up to shake the younger man's hand, "My wife looks like I felt, I need to get her home." Sharon blushed, refusing to meet the physician's gaze. Her eyes came to rest on the clock. It was 10AM!

"We'll never have dinner ready in time," she had said, tears threatening to overwhelm her fragile control. Chris patted her hand.

"The kids called at 8, worried when we weren't around. I explained that I'd had an... an accident," Chris clearly had not elaborated, "So Kelly and Catherine are taking care of the food. It'll be fine."

"He isn't going to be admitted?" Sharon's gaze skittered off of the physician standing on the other side of the bed.

"Nope," Chris answered, stretching with exaggerated gestures, "Doc says it isn't that uncommon a a problem... Nothing to worry about except a little needle in the dick and an office visit next week to be safe." Chris looked at the doctor, "But seriously, Doc, when can I..." He waggled hid eyebrows.

"Don't push it," the physician reiterated, "But in a few days..."

"If I wake up and he's ready to play, I can follow his lead," Chris finished. Sharon blushed, and her relief was obvious, even though neither of the men could know why she was relieved. Or at least all of the reasons; it was wonderful that Chris was going to be fine. And he wouldn't ever have to wonder about what had happened while the doc had been stabbing a needle into his cock.

"Honey, I am SO embarrassed being here in just my robe," Sharon said then, after the hundredth glance at the window, "Can I go out and get the car and wait to bring it around?" Chris blinked, and Sharon guessed it was the first time he had realized she was bare beneath the robe. She almost laughed, sure that he was the only one.

"Uhm, that might be a good idea," Chris nodded, "I'll be ready pretty quickly, won't I Doc?" The jaded ED physician shrugged, assuring them his staff would try to get them home for their Thanksgiving as quickly as they could. Sharon grabbed up their things, making sure she had the car key. The last thing she wanted to do was have to ask for security or the custodial staff to help her get into her car. She shivered, backing out of the room in case her robe had a wet spot, and then nearly ran to the car.

Safely in the Range Rover, Sharon glanced about, making sure no one was approaching or paying her any attention before she spread the bottom of the robe to look at her crotch. It always surprised her how quickly semen dried. She brushed at the whitish material smeared over her inner thighs, embarrassed as it flaked and collected on the back inside of the robe. Her embarrassment grew as her body responded to the memory of what had happened.

Twang! She moaned, sagging against the car door, pressing a hand against her bared sex, thumb tight against the swollen bead of her clit as the echoes of it's spasm spread and ebbed in her body. Her free hand moved to the pocket of her robe. She managed to extract the zip-lock baggie and get it open with one hand, careful not to tear the plastic, then swapping fingers to apply the gel to the top of her thoroughly used seam. God, she wondered, what was wrong with her? Whatever it was, she was grateful that the ointment seemed to help. Eyes closed, she let her fingers continue to circle her clit as the memories flooded back....

"... I'm nearly done, so you can..." Sharon's breath caught as the second janitor calmly entered the women's bathroom, his eyes fixed on her robe.

"Thought sure you was some Hollywood tease," the man leered, not really talking to her, but to himself, "Knew what I'd heard, but ya hear all sorts a things..." His eyes came up locking hers, holding her in place. "I know, see."

"Y-you know what?" Sharon had stammered. The man has simply smiled more widely.

"I know what you need," he continued, running a hand down to his groin that Sharon's eyes had followed unwittingly, "Gots lots a that for you. And I know you can't say 'no' 'cuz I know your secret." Sharon's heart was suddenly hammering in her chest. How could he know?

"I don't know what you're talking about," she had said, horrified at the thought of having sex with a stranger while Chris was lying in a hospital bed not far away. The older man pursed his lips, clucked.

"Sure would be a shame, iffin' I had to tell your sponsor you've refused a Brother a taste," the man paused and licked his lips suggestively. He smiled more broadly at the woman's obvious shock at the prospect of finding a BZ in the hospital. "Think I might get more than a taste, then, and maybe right in front o' old hubby. How does that sound?" Sharon whimpered. "So there is a hubby? You ain't just a slut pretending at being a wife?" Sharon managed to nod, and shrug at once... how to answer that question? "And he don't know?" The man obviously liked her answer, "Damn... An I'm guessing you don't want him to find out..." She shook her head. He unzipped, "Then I guess it really ain't a question, is it... No wonder you such a slut, if you can't let him find out," the maddening leer grew, "But this isn't what usually happens to me, Sharon... I tell you, this may be the best ever for me, no lie," he had fished out a long thin jet black cock. And Sharon had shuddered in a powerful and immediate wave of arousal upon seeing it. She had tried to fight it,

"We can't do it here... someone will come."

"Oh, someone gonna cum, all right," the older man had chuckled, "I think someone's more likely, watchin' you get all hot and bothered... I know I'm gonna cum. But I put the sign up outside," he waved his mop handle at the door, "Ain't nobody I don't want gonna bother us." Sharon had managed a nod, not really listening to his explanation after the mention of a sign, so relieved no one would barge in on them unexpectedly. "You couldn't think sauntering around like that you wouldn't get somebody calling you out." Sharon had blushed, wanting to argue she wasn't doing anything that should have encouraged his taking advantage of her. Instead, she had shrugged, holding perfectly still as the man had reached out to untie her robe.

"H-how did you know," she had asked, expecting him to tell her he had recognized her from 'her performances' on video.

"The symbol on that earring, of course," he had winked, nodding toward where her hair was pulled back, exposing her ears, "And you got the right ink, too," he had added, glancing down at her ankle. She had bit her lip, understanding, "They mark you sure as a neon sign. Little Sugarpot, we look for that... ain't every day we get to enjoy something so sweet." had had answered honestly. And Sharon had shuddered... or trembled, by then, as her robe had fallen open, exposing her to this stranger. His eyes had been alight as they wandered over her form. He had whistled, "Damn, you ain't just movie magic." She had blinked, certain that he had seen her, then, too... had everyone seen her acting like some cock crazed slut? "Well, Little Sister," he had smiled at her, "Better get to work."

Without really thinking about it, Sharon had dropped to her knees, her hand rising to catch his heavy cock, bringing the uncircumcised tip to her mouth. She had thrust her tongue at the tip, trying to burrow under his foreskin, teasing around the head, kissing and nipping in a way that had long since become something akin to instinct, ignoring the strong and less than pleasant taste of what Tawny had laughingly called 'dick cheese' during a training break one day. Sharon's hand had already begun to work the custodian's shaft as she continued to teasingly lick at this tip before bobbing her head down, sucking more of his length into her skilled mouth. Fingers, tongue, and mouth worked at him firmly.

His hand had come to rest on her hair; not forcing, just supporting, she had realized with some relief. And he was responding, getting harder faster than she had expected, considering his age. Within another minute the broad mushroom tip was jutting through the taut foreskin, hungry for contact. By then, Sharon had been working his shaft, sucking and licking, taking more than half of him with each bob of her head. When she had pressed forward a moment later, taking his impressive tool fully into her throat, he'd groaned

"God, you're amazing. I'm not... not gonna be able... gotta slow down, girl," his hands had caught her hair then, pulling her away. Sharon had begun to lose herself to the rhythm, and whined, trying to take him back into her mouth when he had pulled his erection free. Blushing, she had tried to convince herself she was just trying to get it over with as quickly as possible, but that could not explain why she was fingering herself, too. The older man had been almost leaning on her, and for an absurd moment Sharon had imagined him keeling over, having a heart attack while she was blowing him. The thought had nearly made her giggle, even while she was horrified at a baseless certainty that she would be found out if that happened.

"Up, little filly... I wanna enjoy that sweet cunt." She had hopped up obediently, wondering how he would want to use her. Unable to really recall those first nights when Shaun and Dave had been breaking her in, despoiling her thoroughly in the frat bathrooms, she had no understanding of what it was about her present situation that was so incredibly arousing. She had shivered as the stranger's callused fingers pushed into her dripping box. "Damn, but aren't you a hotty?" She had merely nodded, having slipped into the Sharon persona that could enjoy having sex with strangers; it happened anymore without conscious thought. She had thought he might take her there on the filthy checkerboard tile floor, and would have let it happen without protest.

"Bend over, slut. Brace yourself on the toilet." Sharon had done so, groaning pointedly when the old man had eagerly moved up, pushing his jutting cock against her exposed and flowing cunt. She had spread her feet, pushing back to take him as he caught her hips. Then they had been moving together, long steady strokes... God he had an impressive cock. Sharon had wanted to frig herself, too, but the seat covering the stool was not bolted in place firmly, and she had struggled to hold onto the sides to keep from plunging an arm or more into the bowl.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah," the guy was panting, the pace picking up, when she had remembered... "Wait!" she had managed to husk, rising up before the surprised custodian could pin her in place. Instead of slipping free, though, the move had impaled her fully as her momentum had pushed the bigger man back toward the sink.

"Unh," he had grunted, watching as the white housewife struggled to disengage from his cock. Not caring that he was watching her, Sharon had grabbed her purse off of the floor, quickly unzipping the nearly hidden side pocket, which was a feature she had searched out among her various oversized handbags. Deftly she had extracted a condom.

"You need to wear this," she had reminded the stranger who had just been thrusting into her bareback. The man had wrinkled his nose.

"You're shittin' me." Sharon had felt a pang of alarm. Was he not really a BZ Brother? He was already reaching for the package, though, "Damn, I thought you might get so hot and bothered you'd forget. Can't blame a guy for trying." Sharon had smiled-- it was not an uncommon tactic. She had watched as he tore the package open.

"I can put it on for you," she had offered coyly. The older man had offered a crooked smile.

"Oh, no, I've seen... Hell, I've experienced how good that mouth of yours is, and I'm ready to really pound you now, little filly... Get back in position and we'll start in where we left off." Trembling in real anticipation, the sex-addicted housewife turned and caught hold of the seat again, shimmying her hips enticingly, and missing entirely as the grizzled custodian deftly stripped the sheath back off of his swollen cock. Aware he might try just that, she had started to rise, one hand bracing on the wobbly seat, which tilted two or three inches in response. Sharon's breath caught as she franticly grabbed at the seat, trying to regain her balance. She had winced, the fingers of her left hand pinched under the shifting seat.

BAM, the janitor's big cock had driven balls deep into her open, still hungry cunt. Sharon mewled in pleasure, arching her back, welcoming his invading shaft. In the moment when she had teetered on the edge of plunging headfirst into the toilet, she had seen that his right hand was empty. She could do nothing more to be sure except stop to check, and that thought never occurred to the aroused housewife, since her new partner had already found his rhythm, and the push of him deep inside of her triggered a climax.

Panting, she had gasped that she was cumming, no longer worried about anything else. Bang! The increased pressure she was putting on the seat made it shift abruptly the other way, and as the seat rests dropped off of the toilet bowl her right fingers were pinched sharply. Crying out, Sharon had snatched her hand free, lurching back against her lover's thrust. Gingerly working her fingers, the impaled white wife braced her palm on the top of the toilet seat to regain her balance.

The custodian was really hammering into her, the friction and pressure of his big cock hitting the inner walls of her twitching pussy quickly getting her off a second time.

"God, yes!" she groaned, "Fuck me! You're so good!" Mouth open, head back, Sharon had begun rutting back against his steady thrusting, when the bathroom door swung open. Too close to stop, Sharon was horrified as the first custodian stepped in, then paused, watching what was happening while holding the door partway open.

"Ju gave the sign, meng," he complained. Sharon had been too close to a third orgasm to focus, much less speak, and she had a hard time understanding what smaller man was saying. She blushed, aware that he was talking to the stud getting her off so thoroughly.

"I was just... getting the little slut... off," the tall black man panted, "It'll be... your turn... in... a minute." Sharon had shaken her head-- sharing her with non BZ was only for Shaun or Dave to decide... or Go. But the sparkle in the smaller custodian's eyes made her hesitate; she had seen by the bulge in his pants that he really aroused, and there was an aura of danger that she sensed-- an intuition she had learned to listen to working at Snake Eyes. She worried he would... react badly if she tried to say no. And she knew she really could not do anything to stop him anymore than she had been able to prevent what was already happening. Leering, the swarthy Hispanic had stepped closer,

"Ees ok, meng... the puta can start weeth her mouth. Abre la boca, puta." Sharon had known what he was saying without understanding the language... His opening his pants and extracting his ready cock had been ample translation. Without thinking about it, she had taken his thick cock, turning a little on the stool, to get a better angle. She had and relieved when the older custodian caught on, stepping closer to the wall and turning with her. She had been left astride the stool, one hand on the cold wet front edge of the bowl where the seat was cut away, something that once would have made her cringe in horror. The first custodian had kept his pace while his friend fed her his cock, neither trying to match the other, but that had been fine with Sharon. Sure that the big man plowing her cunt would soon be done, she had focused on getting the second janitor off with her mouth, not anxious to prolong the little episode when Chris might need her at any moment.

"Ahhhh!" She had almost smiled at how correct she had been as she felt the first guy stiffen. He was done... She redoubled her efforts on the Hispanic janitor's cock, and then the older janitor had begun to blast his seed into her. Sharon had cried out around the Cuban's cock-- she could feel it... knew he was cumming inside of her. She was horrified-- the condom must have torn. It was dangerous... he could be infecting her right then, she knew, but even so, the feeling of it made her cum again, and she had found herself pressing back at him, hungry to take his load.

Chuckling the older man had spanked her ass as he had pulled out a minute later. He took advantage of the pretty white housewife's face mouth being filled with cock to tear the end of the condom with his thumbs when he pretended he was stripping the useless prophylactic off of his spent cock.

"Damn," he said apologetically as his Cuban buddy smiled cruelly, "Sorry the condom tore like that... I guess you're prepared in case that happens..." Sharon had nodded without releasing the second man's cock, without really thinking about it. She had caught hold of the Cuban's ass, desperate to get him off, but he chuckled, pushing her away.

"Oh no, puta... I geet to enjoy that, too... An' we can ride bare, now... no steenkin' condom," he had laughed at his bad movie misquote, but had not waited for Sharon to answer, moving around to thrust into her sex. Sharon had shaken her head once, but as he had penetrated her she had simply groaned... he was shorter but fatter, and the greater friction felt delicious.

"God, yesss!" she husked, spasming with a bit of dramatic flair; true, it had felt wonderful, but she was also aware she needed to be wrapping things up. Chuckling, the Cuban had picked up the pace, really hammering into her from the first stroke.

"Chu like, eet, puta?" he had teased, and Sharon had responded, nodding, and managing a 'yesss.' "I show you a reel man," the custodian had gripped her hips almost painfully as he brutally fucked into her. She had gasped in relief when he let go after a minute or two, only to cry out as he slapped her haunch sharply. He had reached around, then, his callused hands catching her breasts, thick fingers pinching her nipples, grimy nails digging in painfully. Sharon had whined and shimmied in a useless attempt to escape, the movement pushing her back against him. Realizing there was only one escape, she had begun to pump her hips, anxious to get him off so he would stop hurting her. She had been ashamed that her body was also responding to the pain, creeping toward yet another climax.