Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15C

"You certainly put on a show," Percy smiled, "I hope Pink and Heather learn from your example."

"It's easy if you're horny enough," Sharon giggled, surprised she was speaking so honestly, "And the bubbly doesn't hurt." Percy laughed.

"Point made... note to self, endless bubbly for the performers, courtesy of Sharon Sinn."

"That's not my real name," Sharon said, then blinked in surprise... there was such a thing as too much honestly.

"I'm quite aware of that," Percy shook his head, "I suspect you and your young friend are quite the hit wherever you go."

"My son has the hots for Kelly," Sharon answered, "And I can't blame him one bit." She giggled, "I've had way too much of this," she waved her empty glass, and the club owner caught her hand, taking the empty away, and deftly refilling it from an open bottle to the side of the desk.

"Mmmm, Kelly's leftovers," Sharon smiled, eyeing Percy intently, "Did she leave anything else I can have?" The club owner came out of his seat, and Sharon realized with a delighted laugh he had opened his pants while she was signing the flyers. There was no thought of Chris or Shaun or Dave... no worry about what might happen; all that Sharon knew was she was horny and Percy Biggens could take care of her need.

The club owner wasted no time with foreplay, catching her waist with one hand and pulling her over in front of him before he moved against her. Sharon lay back on the cool, unyielding wood, hips perched perfectly at the edge of the table, her dripping sex welcoming the club owner's first thrust.

"Yes!" she groaned, back arching as she hunched against him, almost falling off of the table before his second harder stroke drove her back into position. She kicked her legs wide, welcoming his thrusts, giggling when she found that the table let her catch each edge with her hands, providing leverage to fuck back. "Yes... yes... God yes!" she urged him on, cumming already, and sure she would get off again on his driving cock.

Panting, amazed at his stamina, Sharon was nevertheless enjoying every thrust when Percy was still hammering into her more than 20 minutes later. She had scissored her ankles behind his ass, spurring him on at first, but by the twelve minute mark, she was holding on for dear life, giggling drunkenly at how amazing he was, wondering if that was why there were girls willing to dance for him on Christmas eve. When he reached down, pressing his thumb against her swollen clit once again, Sharon cried out, spasming visibly, then pressed a hand weakly against his chest.

"God, wait..." she panted, the room seeming to spin, "Too much... God you're good." Percy teased in and out with a few half strokes, never releasing the pressure on her clit. Even though she had asked him to wait, the immediate pang of need she felt when he pulled out wiped away her fatigue. He laughed when she tried to pull him back inside of her.

"You are insatiable all right," he teased, then slapped her right hip. "Turn over... I want to ride you like a filly you are... a prize brood mare." Sharon was not listening, having started to turn over the moment he had told her to do it. "No, not on the desk," he said wistfully, "I'm too old to climb up there and work my knees on that hard surface." Sharon slipped down off of the desk, considering the big couch, which looked so inviting at that moment. It was simply too far away, though... she wanted Percy's cock back inside of her.

She considered kneeling in front of his chair, but that would put his knees on the floor. Instead, the married white wife bent over one arm, her pert ass bobbing invitingly above her locked knees. Percy stepped up and Sharon let her feet slide apart and back until her sex had dropped to the right level, a point she knew she had found when Biggens thrust into her easily and fully, resuming the easy pace at which he had been fucking her a minute before.

In short order, though, he picked up the pace, reaching forward with one hand, catching Sharon's hair, and pulling back as if they were reins. Sharon cried out, head snapping up, ass coming back to meet his lunge as she struggled to ease the pain in her scalp. "Ahhhh!" she opened her mouth to protest but all that escaped was a groan of pleasure, for in that moment the experienced club owner had again applied pressure to her engorged clit. The helpless blonde housewife shuddered & twitched beneath him as he hammered into her a few final brutal times before staying buried within her clenching sex, emptying himself. Sharon relaxed her elbows, face dropping onto the cushion of Percy's desk chair, her ass lewdly extending, still impaled on his softening cock. Still plugged into the impossibly sexy housewife, he opened a desk drawer, retrieving a 'Rocket's' rubber thong, white with red trim, the Rocket's mascot on the front panel.

"Give me your right foot," he said, and Sharon complied without a thought, giggling into the cushion as Percy tickled the bottom of her foot before slipping the thong on. He deftly threaded it up her leg as far as he could manage without pulling out. "Your left foot." As she did, he reluctantly pulled out, & a moment later, Sharon was ass high over the arm of the club owner's chair, a thong in place, trapping the outflow of their love juices against her baby smooth labia. "Figured you'd better not mess up the upholstery on the trip home," he taunted her, when she spun around, he ass sitting on the cushion, legs draped sexily over one arm. Sharon just nodded absently, eyes still faraway from the pleasure of their mutual climax.

"So what do you think?" he continued calmly, moving to the wet bar opposite the couch beneath the oversized plasma screen hanging on the wall, "Will you come help teach our classes this summer?" Sharon blinked, surprised at that. Was this what Kelly had meant by 'internship?'

"Uhm, I..." she shrugged, "If I don't have work at school or at Snake Eyes... or for the frat." Percy smiled. It was a hedge, he knew, but he had planted the seed. Having seen what the BZ had made of this housewife, he figured he could be patient... It would be at least the end of the next semester before she would be 'home' for more than a weekend. He checked on the console at the wet bar, making sure his private taping of their little tryst had captured to the hard drive. "I'd guess your friend is about to finish her autographs," he told Sharon, "Why don't we go collect her so you two can get home." Sharon almost pouted at that, and he smiled, "You're always welcome to come dance a set... or just poke your pretty fanny in my office to say 'hi.'" She smiled at that, both aware of what he was really offering.

"So you liked it, then?" she said, reaching for her clothes, which he had left on the couch before bringing her down to his office. He shook his head.

"I'm not sure yet," he laughed at her shocked, then quickly angry expression, "I think I'll have to try you out a time or two more to be sure." Sharon relaxed and then giggled self-consciously. "I'm still shaky," she whispered, leaning on Percy as they climbed the stairs to the 'gym,' Kelly's clothes in a 'Rocket's duffel Percy had arranged for each of them.

"What'll I tell my husband?" Sharon asked when he handed her hers at the stop landing. He laughed, amazed she was not more concerned about what was leaking from her cunt into the rubber panties. "Just tell him it was a Christmas party prize and includes pole dancing classes," he patted her firm ass, "That way I can see you again sooner." Sharon smiled at that, and Percy wondered if she was not actually playing him instead of the other way around. No matter, he decided, she was an amazing piece of ass; better than Kelly, which was saying something.

Sharon laughed when the stepped out, seeing Kelly matching the pose she had hit too many times during the past hour to count. She had to admit that it looked sexy, including in the reflections from the mirrors which were set at just the right angle behind the seat so that the photos would not show Heather taking the picture. Kelly kissed her last admirer on the cheek, then bounced over to Sharon and Percy, grabbing her bag and turning as if she might bounce down the stairs before she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

Giggling, the young freshman bent at the waist, heedless of the watching eyes, and pulled out her clothes, dressing with utter nonchalance. "That was so fun!" she laughed, "I didn't know there were people who sit at home and watch what we do and..." she blushed, "That is so cool." Sharon smiled at Kelly's enthusiasm. She could almost understand how the younger woman could respond that way, but then she wasn't dreading ever outing with her family, waiting for the letch to come up and thank Chris for letting his wife be such a slut. She shifted uncomfortably, aware that she had allowed dozens... hundreds more little bits of incriminating evidence be created that night, and only slightly mollified at the tiny likelihood that anyone who had... seen her that night could know or ever meet her husband.

Their chauffer was waiting on a stool when they went back down the sweeping staircase, chatting up one of the dancers.

"Ain't I a peach, Kel," he said as the pair walked up. Kelly giggled, "Oh, darlin'," she drawled, "You cannot believe where this boy can drive you." Draping an arm around the puffed up young man, Sharon nodded, "She isn't kidding... He can get you all the way home." She arched her back, shivering just that right amount, leaving both their driver and the young dancer staring at her in a mix of surprise and desire.

Without waiting, Sharon led Kelly out to the parking lot, ignoring the honking cars that passed them. Five minutes later, they were almost to the highway, headed home.

"Damn that old boy can screw," Sharon whispered to Kelly once the city lights were behind them, glad her friend had chosen to ride in the back with her.

"He fucked you too?" Kelly seemed shocked, "Was he using Viagra?" Sharon chose not to share anything about her experience with the impotence treatment. "I don't think so," she shrugged, "Probably you'd just gotten him mellowed out so he could really lay it on." Kelly giggled, "Well then who had mellowed him out for me," she paused, "And what got into you... taking that poor guy there on the dance floor."

"I don't know," Sharon smiled at the memory, "It just seemed like something fun and different to do... And we'd been drinking... I think I'm still tipsy." Kelly's laugh proved she was still a little lit. "Besides," Sharon went on, "You wouldn't believe what I did during the autograph session." Kelly snorted.

"Bullshit."

"No, I'm serious... I did something I've never tried before," Sharon insisted.

"No no no," Kelly was giggling constantly, "I meant we saw... we were watching you on the plasma TV in his office." She paused, then pouted, "You mean you didn't watch me?" It was Sharon's turn to laugh.

"I would have, sweetie, but he was inside of me before I could say much of anything."

"So that's how you had time to clean up," Kelly said as if that made sense. Sharon started to nod, then shifted, suddenly remembering... She cupped a hand to her crotch, which was dry... But the thong felt... "Oh my God," she murmured, "I'm sitting here with Percy's load in my crotch." "Bullshit!" Kelly laughed, "And you'd better not... You'll stain Vincent's upholstery.

"You do that 'n I'll take it out of yo' ass," Vincent warned, and Sharon was not sure whether he was kidding.

"The damn thong is rubber," she laughed, "It's actually not a bad idea, unless you're going home to your family..." Sharon wondered if she should just parade into the house, pull the thong down, and show everyone what a slut she had become. She knew what would happen if she did that, and the thought of losing her entire family was terrifying.

"It's OK, Shar," Kelly said, "I'll distract them... I can tell the stories about our Christmas party." Sharon nodded reluctantly, and they spent the rest of the trip home agreeing on just what had happened at the party, and how they had 'won' the Rockets' bags and the pole dancing lessons. Their planning proved unnecessary, as the house was dark when they arrived. Sharon climbed out, expecting Kelly to join her, but the brunette gave her a hug and a short but passionate kiss. "Looks like everyone's still gone," she said to Sharon, "You wanna go get a drink with us?" Sharon stepped back, trying to decide whether Kelly wanted her to come along, or if she was hoping to have some one on one time with their driver. She smiled.

"Thanks, but I'm going to take advantage of this to clean up and make sure everything's ready for tomorrow." "OK," Kelly kissed her again, longer, as they were more sure no one was home who might see, "I'll be home before it's too late..." she slid into the passenger seat and Vincent put the car into reverse, "I'm looking forward to Christmas with my new family," Kelly beamed up at Sharon through the open window. Sharon smiled, "Me too, Kel... Be safe now," she leaned down, catching Vincent's eye, "Don't do something I'll have to call Shaun and Dave about." Vincent snorted but he also chose not to argue.

Sharon watched them leave, then turned and went to the keypad to go into the house through the garage, wondering how she had managed not to feel how full and wet her crotch was before they had left the club. She was also embarrassed to admit to herself she was a little disappointed that Trevor and his friends weren't still visiting. Scolding herself for even imagining she could enjoy a quickie with one or more of them while her family was home, Sharon angrily promised herself that would never happen... She had to protect her family, or all that she'd done would have been a loss.

And still, showering off in the dark master bath, she found herself masturbating, a succession of the men who had offered her real pleasure running through her mind. Thoroughly aroused once again, the rudderless white wife padded through the house naked, putting gifts out under the tree and arranging all of the stockings before she reluctantly slipped into bed, and eventually to fitful sleep.

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Next,

Chapter 15D: The Ball

Hope those of you who've been so patient find something to like in 15C... 15D is under way. And speaking of that... D, hope you like your little bit in this one. As ever, RP, M, K, SGG, D, appreciate your feedback, and glad you liked C. RP, great pics as ever. I'm thinking Jaimie Koeppe for Kelly these days. Those who have read this far, hope it's still enjoyable. If you haven't... I'm amazed you got here. The haters' vitriol is always amusing, and I won't leave it up for long, but I do read what y'all post, and if it's constructive criticism, it can make for a better next bit.