Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D

"Fuck me!" Sharon moaned, hips humping back at him uselessly, "Give me your cock." The pressure she felt was incredible, a need she could not deny. "Fuck me, please!" Trevor waited again, until Sharon was sure he was going to go on teasing her, and wondering if she might go crazy waiting to cum. She gave a choked cry as he easily thrust his erection fully into her, pausing at the bottom of the stroke, letting her feel him, filling her up. Sharon whined in protest when he backed out, hands pressing against the front of the sink as she moved back, into his next thrust. His hips slapped against her ass, the sound filling the small room, and immediately repeated as he set a fast tempo, fucking into her in full strokes as fast as he could. Sharon twitched and moaned but met his thrusts, knuckles white on the black marble veneer of the sink. She was close... so close... somehow, though, his thrusting shaft was not getting her off.

She tilted her pelvis, wanting to feel him moving against her clit again, or to stroke her G-spot... Anything to get off. She heard his breath as he panted, the sound echoing in the room. "Spank me!" she gasped, "Fuck me harder, daddy!" Trevor backed out fully in answer, landing a stinging swat to the right side of her ass, which made Sharon gasp. She bobbed her naked ass at him lewdly, hungry to have him resume fucking her. "Don't tease," she whined, wondering how he so easily took control of her, when at Go's she was the one making the men beg, "Please, Trevor... fuck me... let me cum." He fed her his cock again, but slowly, laughing as she twitched and jerked on it. "No fair!" she whined, "Fuck me, please!"

"Shhh, slut," Trevor chuckled, "Who knows who's out there listening... Maybe hubby's come looking for you. Ahhh," he feigned a reaction, "That made your tight little cunt grab hold," he taunted her, "You get off thinking of hubby finding you getting railed?" Sharon shook her head, and was horrified at the thought, but he had said her pussy responded... could she want Chris to find her like this? Before she could think it through, the younger man reached down around her naked haunch, his big hand coming to rest just below her pubic bone. He applied external pressure while driving into her hard and fast, tilting his pelvis so he could feel the head of his cock drag over the front of her vaginal vault as he buried himself. His long third finger dropped, applying pressure to her clit at the same time, something he had seen demonstrated on an online site. He held the camera phone to the side, hoping for an impressive reaction.

One moment Sharon was desperately trying to get enough friction from Trevor's teasing cock to cum. The next instant, she was wide mouthed, struggling to breathe. It seemed that every muscle from her diaphragm to her knees was clenched, cramping painfully at the same moment that she was cumming and cumming impossibly hard. Her focus narrowed, until she was aware of how the big football star was applying pressure... stimulating clit and G-spot simultaneously and without pause. She found her voice, loudly crying out, nearly screaming, the words gibberish as she tried to urge Zeke to fuck her harder while simultaneously begging him to wait.

There was a strange noise, she realized as she quieted... an irregular splashing. She opened her eyes, looking into the mirror for the first time to watch as Trevor went on filming what was happening with his camera phone. It was not pointed at her face, though, and only then did Sharon look down her body to see the fountain of liquid erupting from her sex. She lunged up, impaling herself on Zeke's big cock as she tried unsuccessfully to get her new pants out of the impossible flow of honey. Trevor caught her hips, though, having released the pressure he had been applying. Sharon barely managed to catch hold of the sink edge again as the young man began to thrust into her almost violently again for a moment before he held himself inside of her, panting with his release.

Despite her awareness that her pants were a mess, Sharon came again, as well. When the young tough pulled out a moment later, she leaned fully on the sink for a moment, struggling to calm her breath.

"Not supposed to cum... inside," she panted. Trevor snorted.

"That didn't stop you yesterday," he taunted her, "And I hear you safe, so long as it's just us BZ." Sharon blushed, trying to remember if she had told Shaun or Dave about the IUD. Reaching down, she found that her pants were thoroughly soaked. Before she could say a word, though, Zeke had her by the elbow, half dragging her in an arc until she was standing in front of the toilet. He held her up with one hand, pointing the camera at her from where he stood to the side.

"Pee!" he ordered. Sharon blushed, certain she had just peed herself as he had fucked her.

"I can't," she managed, "I already did." He laughed.

"Oh no, little bitch," he taunted, "That wasn't pee... Now go ahead."

"Let me sit down," she could not believe what he was doing. He shook her.

"What do you do when you're given an order by a BZ Brother?" Sharon swallowed, then tried to focus on her bladder... It still felt full, the realized with some surprise. A moment later, a wide irregular stream of urine arced from her sex into the toilet. "Good slut," Trevor teased, "See, I told you it wasn't pee." He let go, still filming as Sharon wavered, liberally peeing over the toilet seat, in a parody of peeing like a man. It was almost straight down after the first aching arc of pale yellow fluid, but she was getting it into the toilet, she realized with surprise and pride. She looked up, smiling in her surprise, and barely aware that Trevor was still recording. "We do that a couple more times and you'll be so good at it you'll soak the bed when you play with yourself," he taunted, while tucking himself in one handed. Sharon hesitated when the stream stopped... unsure what she should do. "We shake it," Trevor taunted, and the white housewife responded with a hip shimmy and a lewd smile, all of it on the surprisingly high resolution of Trevor's phone.

Without waiting for Sharon, the big ballplayer moved to the bathroom door, "Thanks, slut... I don't want to miss the end of my movie..." Sharon gasped, throwing herself away from the opening as Trevor opened it.

"Wait!" she nearly shouted, quieting the plea at the last in case it attracted more attention from whoever was outside.

"What, you want to leave with me?" Trevor offered that maddening smile, "I think that might draw some attention."

"I can't go out like this!" Sharon had pulled her track pants up, aware that the entire front was soaked with her fluids. Trevor shrugged, looking out the still open door.

"Ain't nobody coming right now," he shrugged, still smiling, "Go on back in, then spill your drink on your fine cunt." And then he stepped out and disappeared. By the time Sharon got to the closing door, he had already slipped back into the theater. Glancing left and right, she verified what he had said... there was nobody nearby. As she exited, though, an employee turned into the corridor, fortunately coming from the direction opposite where she was headed. She tried to guess how long they had been in there... 10 minutes? It was a relief that the movie was still running when she got back inside. After letting her eyes adjust for a moment, she hesitantly made her way back to the others, praying it stayed dark enough to hide her wet pants. And that there was still something in the glass.

"Thought you'd fallen in," Chris teased when she settled beside him again.

"What have I missed?" Sharon managed, trying not to let on that she was sitting in wet pants with another man's cum leaking from her just fucked seam... She was horrified that she had not taken time to clean up. Chris was oblivious, whispering the few things she had missed. She was relieved that they had not been going at it for very long after all, even as she found herself wondering how long it would be before she would need to cum again. She bit her lip as the memory of the climax she had just had threatened to begin to build her arousal right then and there. Sharon was nearly vibrating at just the memory of the intensity of her climax, and how utterly she had lost control of herself.

Realizing that the film was coming to an end, she grabbed the drink, dismayed at how light it felt, as she feigned taking a drink, loosening the lid at the same time. She moved it back to the cup holder, then 'clumsily' put it down, so that it tipped, spilling the little remaining soda and the ice into her lap. Chris jumped at her choked squeal-- it was cold-- then laughed as Sharon tried to bat the flat squares of ice out of her lap. But that easily Sharon Sobel managed to avoid a second near disastrous discovery of just what she had become by her family, and in barely more than twenty four hours.

***

Chris thought she was quiet on the ride home merely because she was embarrassed about having soaked her new pants. And he had to admit, he told her with a smile, she had done a good job-- he had not thought there was that much left, although the glasses were simply huge. Sharon spent the trip wondering if she should go back to school before the break was over to keep her family from discovering she had become a complete slut. And Trevor's words echoed in her ears... would she squirt like that the next time she and Chris made love?

She took a long shower when they got home, cautiously playing with herself, then masturbating in earnest to a satisfying climax which did not include another flood, before she put on the sweats that had become her usual attire and went back down to the family. Chris seemed moody when she arrived, and she wondered about it when he asked if she had just forgotten to tell him. Puzzled, she shook her head, answering that she had no idea what he was talking about... while wondering if he had gotten an email with a clip of her behaving like a wanton slut or a package with a DVD or something.

Kelly breezed into the room, then, apologizing to Chris, and insisting that she had 'forgotten to tell Sharon,' so Sharon could not have forgotten to tell him. Puzzled, Sharon listened as Kelly elaborated... there was a call for any available BZ Sisters to help with a Christmas charity push, and Kelly had volunteered she and Sharon. Of course, Sharon was able to read between the lines... Dave had some more plans for them for the night... Christmas night! She told Chris Kelly was just doing what they were all supposed to do-- helping whenever they could-- and apologized, promising they would be back as quickly as possible, suggesting the others get Chinese if she and Kelly were not back before dinner. She eyed her friend and lover as she asked, and Kelly shrugged, explaining that she had no idea how long it was going to take, just that they were supposed to be there before 5. She handed Sharon a bag, and Sharon glanced inside, relieved to find a mid thigh skirt and a nice short sleeved polo shirt in the school colors with a proper little BZ logo. She ducked into the bedroom to change, unsurprised at the hip hugging BZ panties that were included, except that they covered more than the usual thongs she wore.

When she was ready, she went out, apologizing again, although Chris waved it away, offering his own, and insisting that he was glad they were helping out others who were less fortunate.

As they were preparing to leave, though, he came out to the car, standing in the open door to Sharon's Range Rover, which kept Sharon from asking Kelly what the hell Dave had planned. He seemed suddenly at a loss for words, and after a moment he simply reached into his suit jacket and handed Sharon a professionally wrapped gift box... It was longer than her hand but narrow and thin.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said, "I know you wanted me home last night... It's silly that I'd be upset at this... I'd just hoped to be able to give this to you at dinner..." Sharon's hands were shaking in relief as much as excitement as she tore the paper away. Inside was a piece to match the tri color diamond earrings he had put in her stocking that morning. She took it out, amazed at how expensive it had to have been, and started to put it around her wrist, but it was clearly too big, and there were no links without jewels that could be removed. "Shar," Chris smiled, "I didn't think you'd wear it every day if it was a bracelet... it won't match everything," he glanced at Kelly, who was nodding, "At least, that's what the expert told me... So it's an anklet." Sharon smiled, nodding.

"It's beautiful!" she leapt out of the car to hug her husband, "I love it... I love you!" She climbed back into the big SUV and perched sideways in her seat so that Chris could affix it around her right ankle-- the opposite of the ankle where the delicate tattoo had been placed a few months before. When she put her foot back in under the wheel she looked down, then smiled at Chris, "It even sparkles here in the car... Thank you, baby!" She kissed him, reminded him he had 'one more gift to unwrap' so he shouldn't go to sleep, and then reluctantly she and Kelly waved and pulled out of the drive before Sharon took a chance to ask what was happening. Kelly responded by showing her an address.

"I don't know," she shrugged, "But we aren't s'posed to have our costumes or make up, so probably won't be another club." Sharon nodded, angry that the thought of 'dancing' for strangers had started to arouse her. The address was farther east, actually across the state line, on one of the streets Sharon had often heard about... Reality was at least as unsettling, as they passed scantily clad women standing along the streets, interspersed with hard young black men wearing hoodies and crouching on steps or leaning against cars. Stopped at a light, Sharon watched a car pull up to one. The driver handed something out his window, then pulled ahead slowly as the small boy who had taken the money scampered through a doorway into the blackness beyond. At the other end of the building, the car stopped and a second even younger boy appeared, delivering something to the driver who then pulled away.

"That was a drug buy," she murmured in shock. Kelly snorted.

"You missed the trick on this side," she pointed to the tail end of an old Ford sedan as it disappeared into the alley. Sharon realized that the overweight black woman with pink hair she had noticed as they rolled to the light was no longer standing on the street. For a moment she imagined Shaun and Dave having she and Kelly work like that on the street. She shuddered, trying to reassure herself that she would never do that, no matter what they threatened to do to her.

She was acutely aware of the steady gaze of almost all as they drove past, and the pause before the light turned took entirely too long. "One of my friends used to work at Eisenhower hospital down here," she told Kelly, "She told me they said at orientation that driving home at night they should not stop at the lights if there wasn't cross traffic." Kelly just nodded, watching out her side window as they pulled through the intersection. "Dammit, he should tell us what we're going to be doing." She hit the steering wheel, "Men can be such assholes." Kelly snorted, reaching over to squeeze Sharon's thigh reassuringly. She left her hand midway up Sharon's thigh, and the arousal that had been searching for a trigger rushed forward once again. Sharon took a ragged breath. "I'm glad you're here with me." Kelly just squeezed her thigh again.

"What happened today?" she asked at the next intersection. Sharon blushed, "Was it that obvious?" "No," Kelly laughed, "Except when you took a drink before you left I could tell it was empty, so that wasn't how your pants got all wet." Sharon giggled, "I'm glad Chris isn't as observant, but he was ogling that brunette in the movie." It was Kelly's turn to laugh at that. She proceeded to explain how Trevor had appeared out of nowhere, and what he'd done to Sharon in the family bathroom in less than ten minutes.

"You're shitting me!" Kelly shook her head, "I don't know where to begin... You peed standing up?" Sharon laughed. "Yep, and it actually worked out ok... I suspect I have to stand closer than men do, and it sprays more toward the end, but if you're not sitting down... hell, I might do that whenever I have to pee in public from now on," she wrinkled her nose, "Public toilets are gross."

"How did it feel?" Kelly asked.

"Peeing standing up?" Sharon considered that for a second, "Actually pretty... liberating... naughty." "No, silly," Kelly rolled her eyes, "When he got you off." "Oh," Sharon considered that... "It was like I was having a whole body cramp... which should have hurt, but I was cumming, too, you know?" Kelly nodded, "Honestly I wasn't even aware it was happening at first, and then I was sure I was peeing, since I had needed to go when we were starting." "Well, it was impressive," Kelly admitted, "Your pants were soaked." "I know... I was sure someone would be able to smell it and know what had really happened." "Your secret's safe with me... this left here, I think..." They turned into the back parking lot of what looked like a church. "Are you sure this is right?" Sharon asked, eyeing the stained glass windows... There were lights on inside, and an array of cars, some nearly as nice as her Range Rover.

Before Kelly could respond, there was a rap on the driver's window, making both women jump. A parking lot guard had come up from Sharon's blind spot.

"Help you ma'am?" the middle aged dark skinned man asked politely, revealing bad teeth. Sharon looked down, seeing his name plate, which read Juan Robles.

"Uhm, we're looking for," Sharon glanced at Kelly, who read the address off of her phone. The man blinked, staring at Sharon for another moment before he looked past her to Kelly. He seemed to relax then.

"Oh sure," he smiled at them, "They's expecting you. G'wan up," "Uhm, ok, but where should we park?" Sharon found her anxiety increasing at the prospect of their going inside. She was unsure why. "Heer," the man waved to the other cars, "You go een. I weel keep it safe." Nodding, Sharon reluctantly got out of her car, leaving it running, and taking Kelly's hand, they started up the low concrete steps climbing the berm of sparsely grass covered earth separating the parking lot from the big building. Though not a religiously devout, Sharon had always respected organized religion and did believe that there was Something out there. Somehow the idea of taking part of anything Dave had planned inside a church seemed terribly wrong.

But even so, Sharon could not deny that each step closer ratcheted her arousal a bit higher. "I am such a slut," she murmured. "What?" Kelly asked, clutching at Sharon's arm as evidence of her own uncertainty. "Nothing," Sharon shook her head, "Maybe they're going to want me to squirt for the congregation as a baptism." The women laughed at that as they reached the top step and approached the double glass door allowing entry. It was locked, and despite the fact that it was still light outside, Sharon felt very vulnerable. Suddenly she wanted to be inside. A tall, robed black man with a shaven head appeared, wordlessly allowing them entrance, and then with a gesture, leading them along an almost blacked out hall. The women looked at one another, neither daring to speak.

After making several turns... enough Sharon doubted she could find her way back outside, the silent guide waved them into a dimly lit room. Sharon could tell there were others inside. But it was so dark she could not make out any detail. Trying to appear calm and self assured, she stepped through the doorway, keeping hold of Kelly's hand. She was aware of an intermittent noise... a low humming... almost sing song. And there was a rhythmic component too that she could not place.