Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C

"Somebody might come home," Sharon argued, barely managing to keep from unbuttoning her blouse even as she spoke. The heat between her thighs threatened to overwhelm reason. "Can't I show it to you later?"

"See guys," Zeke laughed, "She's so hot she wants us to sleep over." He looked back at her, "Sorry, Mrs. Sobel, but we can't risk your family finding out how... helpful you are to the frat." Sharon wanted to sigh in relief, even as she knew he was lying... well, not lying, but he did not care as much as he wanted her to believe.

"If that was true you would not be here asking me to wear that," she said flatly.

"Zeke stood so quickly Sharon gasped.

"Mrs. Sobel," he said, clicking his tongue to mimic the sound of disappointment she expected older teachers still used, "I'm sure you're not arguing." Sharon managed to shake her head, hating the way her clit was buzzing as he stepped close. And loving it. "In fact," he deftly cupped her crotch, and Sharon could not stifle her groan of arousal, "That's what I though," his leer was close to Allison's, "You're so hot you're about to set those pants on fire, right?" Sharon blushed, but nodded. "It's okay, Mrs. Sobel," Zeke stroked her hair, her cheek, making her tremble, "You don't have to pretend with us. Just try this on, then get us our beers and we'll let you get off." Blinking, moving as if entranced, Sharon stepped away from Zeke and away from the stairs, taking a position between the young men. They watched silently as she unbuttoned her blouse in quick economical movements, shrugging the open blouse and shelf T off as one. Train whistled.

"Damn," Allison smiled, "no bra that whole time... you are a hottie, aren't you!" Sharon bit her lip but nodded as she released the button of her slacks, pushing them with her thong to the floor. She was more than a little hopeful they would forget the costume and simply take her. There was a tearing noise and she looked over to see Zeke opening the Velcro closure. He pulled the bright green costume out, tossing it casually to Sharon.

"Hurry, Mrs. Sobel," he said, "We don't know when Scott will get back." Sharon wrinkled her nose at the artificial smell of the fabric; she wished there was time to wash it first. The boys watched in rapt fascination as she struggled into the long sleeved crop top, the bottom edge of which left the bottoms of her breasts bare. Without checking, she knew the outline of her nipple piercing was obvious, but as hard as her nipples were, both were visibly tenting the tight material. Maintaining her balance standing while slipping into the impossibly tight bottoms was an almost easy task after the weeks she had spent doing the opposite on stage. They were obscenely short, stopping above the edge of her ass, and clung to her skin, except that she realized they had an open crotch, as the cooler air of the basement reached her enflamed sex without resistance. Zeke handed her the booties... 4" bright green plastic heels with a curled front toe ending in a white puff ball attached to a spandex stocking that stopped above her knees. The hat was spandex, too, but was loose, with a matching larger cotton puff at the end.

Turning with practiced ease on heels lower than what she often danced in, Sharon showed the outfit off for the boys, shimmying to make sure that it was covering... well, that it was covering what it could cover. There was a thrill of undeniable power that coursed through her at the way they were staring at her. Ignoring the small voice screaming for her to lift a leg and spread her sex, Sharon sniffed lifted her chin, and sauntered to the stairs, pausing to look at the staring young men, daring them to tell her to stop.

"Better hurry," Allison said, pointedly grabbing his crotch, "I see I need to get my package early this year." Sharon worked her hips climbing the stairs, at least until she was out of the boys' sight. Then she nearly ran the rest, bursting from the door and into the kitchen.

Shaking with fear that Scott or Catherine would have arrived while she was downstairs, Sharon rushed into the kitchen, not caring that the blinds were open. She threw the refrigerator open, scooping several cans of beer and soda into an empty grocery bag that had not been completely tucked into the crease between the fridge and the counter, then rushed back downstairs, telling herself they would never really do anything when Scott might be home anytime.

She was wrong, of course.

"Thanks, slut," John smirked, grabbing the bag and tossing cans to the others. "Here you go, egghead," he tossed a diet soda at rather than to Marlin, but Sharon noticed the young man caught it. And he wisely did not open it.

"Not thirsty?" the more athletic aggressive young man taunted.

"Sorry, Allison," Marlin shrugged, "But I'll wait so it doesn't foam and make a mess on the carpet."

"Well, that's thoughtful," Franklin said, standing up, "But I suspect there's gonna be at least a little bit of a mess when we're through." He caught Sharon by the waist, yanking her close, and forcing his lips down onto hers. Sharon nipped at his lip and when he jerked back she laughed harshly.

"Little boy," she snorted again, "So confident you're the big strong man..." He licked his lip; she had not broken the skin. "Oh, you don't like it rough?" she taunted him, confident they would not mark her up in their own home, even as a small voice was screaming at her that she was crazy to behave like that.

"Bitch!" Train spun her around with a backhand that made Sharon gasp.

"Hey!," Trevor shouted, lunging out of his seat, "Careful, man, can't be doing that."

"She bit me!" Franklin argued.

"Little boy can't take a love bite?" Sharon managed, from where she was sprawled over the ottoman, "You aren't so tough after all." It was unfair, she could admit-- Allison was the one who had been so angry and confrontational. She got a wicked thrill taunting him, though.

Growling in anger, Train yanked his shorts down and threw himself at Sharon... against Sharon.

"Ahhh!" she cried out as he drove his erection into her, "Yes!" Sharon arched her back, tilting her bottom up, welcoming the driving cock, "Fuck me!" Train slapped her ass, then caught her waist, hips pumping as he drove into her full force.

"You like that, bitch?" he panted, "Does. This. Feel. Like. A. Boy." Sharon had braced her hands against the forward edges of the ottoman and pushed back, welcoming each thrust.

"Is that... all you've got?" she panted, then laughed. Roaring, the young man redoubled his efforts, immediately giving Sharon a shimmering orgasm. She clamped her lips tight, unwilling to admit to him the pleasure he was bringing her. She was glad the only light was from the television, masking her twitching body. As soon as she could manage to speak again, which was barely a handful of seconds, she laughed... giggled really.

"Bitch!" Train nearly screamed, lunging as if he could somehow bury more of himself in Sharon's sex, "Someone shut her up." Laughing at the spectacle, Allison rose from his position, smoothly dropping his shorts, as well.

"I don't know, Train," he taunted, moving forward, "Sounds like the lady knows there's a better man available.

"Zeke?" Atchison managed through clenched teeth, "Hell, of course he's better... But if this," he had slowed to banter with his friend, and thrust especially violently into Sharon at that, "Isn't impressing her, your narrow dick won't do more."

"Don't talk," Sharon growled, pushing back visibly at Franklin, "Fuck, don't talk."

"Shut her up!" Franklin nearly howled, gripping Sharon's waist once more and driving into her madly. Laughing, John moved around, slapping his erection against Sharon's face.

"You heard him, Mrs. Sobel," he taunted her now as she had tried to shame Zeke earlier, "Open up like a good MILF." Sharon did, relieved in truth to begin feeding upon the cocky receiver's shaft, as refraining from moaning had become difficult. She was not surprised when he immediately drove himself into her throat, and feigned a gag, though he was not so big as to impress the well experienced housewife. "Yeah, slut," Allison taunted, "That impress you? Ready to take that in your married cunt?" Sharon moaned around his shaft, knowing he would interpret it as agreement. "See, Train?" he taunted the growling hammering running back, "She just needed... reminding who's boss."

Sharon spasmed between them, and both young men assumed it was pleasure at their thrusting cocks. Instead, the practiced BZ Bitch was laughing at the thought that either man... or both together, could satisfy her. True, she had climaxed again, and Franklin was quite adequately fucking her, but it paled in comparison to what some of her regular partners could provide.

"OK, nigga," Franklin huffed, "I need... a break... anyway." And he pulled out. Without thinking about it, Sharon whined in protest around Allison's cock.

"Yeah, I know, slut," the aggressive young man laughed, "You're ready to really feel this." He backed out, "Ain't that right?"

"If you think you're man enough," she managed, after wiping her mouth.

"You trick ass bitch," Allison's eyes narrowed and he pushed Franklin aside, moving around, "In fact," he thrust fully into her, and Sharon just laughed again, which she saw made Franklin smile. She wondered if he knew what his friend was about to do; she did. "I think what you really need," he was thrusting in and out slowly, pausing each time he backed out almost completely, "Is an," she relaxed as he backed out completely and redirected his cock head before lunging at her again, "ASS fucking." She hissed as he pushed into her almost fully in one stroke, wondering if he would realize she was taking him too easily. He did not, spanking her ass with his right hand, "Isn't that right?"

"I don't know," she managed, then giggled, "Are you ready to fuck my ass, yet?" Train laughed, and it was Allison's turn to shout, catching her hips and thrusting at her in blind fury. "Oh!" she gasped, then giggled after he had been driving into her for most of a minute. "You are fucking my ass... Go on, then... Faster... Fuck me harder." Looking to her left, she saw the tall quiet young man watching them intently. She twitched her ass, "Oh, that does feel good, baby. Thank you for showing me." She heard Zeke chuckle behind them, and John reacted by pumping at her more fervently.

"Is it as good as you expected, Allison?" Zeke asked.

"She's great," the young tough, gasped, "Shit hot... But Train's right... gotta keep her... from talking... Bitch... doesn't know... her place." At that, he backed out, pushing into Sharon's empty pussy once again. Sharon shimmied her hips, giving a low moan of pleasure instead of protesting, as she knew John expected. "Damn," he managed, "If she wasn't so hot... I'd... Damn, but she's hot." Sharon giggled, pushing back at him, and gave a showy moan the next time he bottomed out.

"God, baby, that's so good," she cooed, "Fuck me baby... Get me off." She shivered at how delicious it felt, not just being thoroughly fucked, but at having such total control over young men who thought they were the ones calling the shots.

It was no surprise when Allison stiffened, unable to control himself. Sharon turned her tremors into a reasonable facsimile of a climax, letting her head drop onto the ottoman, ass still high as the latest young man to enjoy her body pulled back, flopping bare assed into the seat to her right.

"Zeke?" she asked after her breathing had calmed. She was no longer concerned that she was almost naked in front of these young men... had known the moment she had found them in the basement they would soon enough be using her. "Is it your turn?" She dropped the pretense... teasing and controlling was fun... it was nearly as exciting as sex, just maybe. But Zeke was not as naïve as his friends, she knew. And after enjoying some fun with the others, she wanted a real fucking.

"Mrs. Sobel," Zeke said, she knew with feigned concern, "I think you are forgetting your manners." She half turned, ass still in the air, inviting. "You forgot to take care of all of my friends."

"Hey," Train interrupted, "I wasn't done, yet... I just needed a break!"

"Well, wait your turn, now," Zeke snorted, "It's time for Marlin to get a taste of what he can enjoy now that he's joining us as a BZ." Sharon looked over at the quiet but intense young man. He licked his lips nervously, looked from Zeke to her, and back to Zeke. "No pressure man," Zeke said, seeming to recognize his friend's hesitation, "If you aren't up for it, it's no problem." Marlin chuckled.

"Naw, man... I'd be crazy not to want a taste... You sure she clean?"

"They check her, man," Zeke assured him, and Sharon wondered just how she was 'checked.' "So long as we clean, she clean."

"Guess I shoulda gone before Allison, eh?"

"Hey!" John argued, then fell back and chuckled.

"Oh, Allison's no worry," Zeke assured him, "He talks a great game, but..."

"Hey!" John said again, then glowered... or more accurately pouted.

"It's Train you got to worry about," Zeke continued, "That boy gets more pussy than any two of us deserve."

"Bullshit," Franklin snorted, "I don't even get as much as I want... usually." Zeke laughed at that. "And I haven't finished yet, anyway." Marlin stood, unbuttoning his jeans.

"Then I'm not gonna just sit and watch... I wondered why you were all wearing basketball shorts." He stepped out of them, moving up behind the still aroused housewife.

Expecting uncertainty and bluster after the others, Sharon was surprised when the gawky young man caught the base of his cock, rubbing the swollen tip down her seam. He pressed forward, the edge slipping over her clit, stoking Sharon's need. Biting back a moan, she tilted her pelvis, wanting to feel him inside of her. Instead, the young man teased back up, almost inserting his rock hard tip, spreading her wet, wanting inner lips. He toyed with her ass, then dipped back, pausing as if to enter her, and then pushed lower, teasing her clit again.

Sharon heard Marlin and Zeke chuckle. It made her angry. She almost lunged back as Marlin's tip slipped back up, shouting in triumph when she managed to take him inside. Marlin's hand pressed firmly on her ass, though, keeping her from impaling herself like she wanted. Applying pressure, he pulled free, the wetted tip teasing over her backdoor once again. Sharon whimpered, struggling to take him, even if it was in her ass. She wanted to feel him driving into her.

Chuckling again, the young man released her hold on her ass as he dipped back through her hungry channel. He circled her clit several times, somehow sensing that Sharon was ready to once again throw herself back onto him as he completed the teasing swipe. She tried to calm herself, but only for a second, lunging back unsuccessfully as he teased her, backing off expertly, keeping in contact but not moving inside.

"Fuck!" Sharon growled, feeling the next teasing push. She pounded her fists on the edge of the ottoman. "Fucker. Don't tease." Marlin ignored that, circling her clit mercilessly at the bottom of his next pass.

"Gotta ask for it, ma'am," she heard him say softly. She shook her head angrily; he was supposed to want her to badly he could not control himself. She was not about to break down and ask him to fuck her in her own basement. She levered against the ottoman as she felt his wonderful cock slip back up toward her ass; screamed in frustration when he evaded her need once again. She arched her back, offering her ass. He ignored it, other than immediately plowing back through her seam, almost inside, to resume circling her clit.

"Fuck me!" the words escaped her throat before she could stop herself. "Fuck me, you bastard... Don't tease me, show me whaaaah!" Marlin lanced into her, a steady thrust, not fast, but complete, and he held himself there, chuckling with Zeke as the impaled white housewife shivered and moaned. He waited for the peak of her release, then began to thrust in and out, but without holding her waist or hips as the others had. Sharon's fists pounded against the rough fabric of the furniture, dropped to clench at the shag carpet on the basement floor, welcoming the steady thrusting of his cock.

"You like that?" she heard his voice, but was barely aware of where she was, it felt so good, as he moved in and out of her, amplifying her still present need. She nodded, not sure she could speak. And then he was out of her. When he did not spear her ass, she whimpered, ass twitching as she rocked back, hungry to have him keep fucking her. "I don't think she likes me," Marlin said to Zeke.

"No!" Sharon moaned, "I love it. Don't stop... Fuck me, please. Fuck me!" He rewarded her with another full steady stroke, somehow triggering her next climax by the motion. But he did not stop as before, thrusting in, pausing a beat, then backing almost completely out of her clenching channel. Sharon whined, moaned, whimpered, begging for more, urging him on at the bottom of each delicious stroke. He was massive, in her mind, filling her, stretching her... How else could she be getting off so strongly?

When she realized there was a cock at her mouth, she leaned forward, gobbling hungrily at it, whoever it was. Train, she knew by the third or fourth stroke, taking him into her throat and holding him so that the her cry of pleasure was transmitted into Train's shaft. He groaned, hand tangling in her hair, as he began to fuck himself against her face. Neither cared that she could barely breathe, Sharon because her body was already on the precipice of another climax.

It broke, and rebounded into another as Marlin leaned over her, increasing the pace of his thrusting, and reaching around her torso to pinch as her swinging, pierced nipple. Sharon humped back at him, loving every moment, hoping it could go on forever. Her head spun as she went for long periods without a breath, working Train's swollen cock eagerly.

"Guys?" Sharon stiffened, horrified at the dim recognition that she had just heard Scott speak.... Her son was on the basement stairs. She blushed, realizing that even knowing he was there, she was sucking hungrily on Franklin's cock, rocking back to meet Marlin's rapid thrusting. She could not stop herself, wanting to cum, wanting to get Marlin off, even though she knew at that moment that her marriage was over. "Is that? Shit, you've got a girl down here?" Zeke snorted,

"She wanted some cock, and we had some cock to offer." Sharon whimpered around Train's erection, her concentration split as she tasted his pre-cum. "C'mon," Zeke continued, "We've all had a turn, join in."

"Dude," Scott sounded closer, and Sharon was sure any moment he would say 'mom?' "My mom's car is in the garage... She's home. If she sees you..."

"That's why Train's got his cock in her throat," John said from Sharon's side, "She was starting to get noisy and Marlin hadn't had his turn."

"Uh, thanks, but I'll pass..." He had not moved away. Sharon guessed her son had no idea she was the girl the others were using. It made sense, considering what she was wearing and with her face buried in Franklin's crotch, as well as the poor lighting in the room. She wondered what she would do if her son chose to take a turn. "Maybe I'd better... I'll go up and make sure mom doesn't come down," Scott stammered, moving away from the action.

"Cool," Zeke said, "We won't be long, will we, M?" Marlin answered by picking up the pace, pounding into the helpless wife. Sharon cried out around Franklin's cock, stomach clenching spasmodically as she climaxed yet again.

"You a homo or what?" Allison taunted her son at that moment, "Got a fine piece of ass and you won't hit it?"

"Uh, no," Scott answered, "She looks shit hot."