Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D

She blinked again, seeing the big camera, which panned from where her body was fused with the muscular black man to her flushed face. "You remember what you were doing?" the man said, his face mostly obscured by the camera. Sharon's focus just then was on the pleasure he was giving her. She was aware of a powerful need to cum, and glancing around at the men surrounding her, she remembered that she was in some sort of swing... had been teasing them... No, she had been being teased... they had just made her say otherwise. She giggled at that thought, then whined when the nice cock fucking into her pulled out. A straw appeared at the corner of her mouth and she took several swallows, recognizing it. "Guess you'll have to remind her." There was cold between her legs, and then over her breasts... something smeared over them. She gasped as her nipples, already tight, seemed to become little ice cubes, and in the next moment they were on fire, as was her cunt. She blinked at thinking about it that way, shook her head, trying to ignore the need that was consuming her to remember what she had been doing. Why was the man not between her legs anymore? She realized her body was swinging, and then he was inside of her again... God, it felt good. She shuddered, then again as she lifted her head to see it wasn't the same person but someone else... The young handsome black man pushed back, and then he was out of her. She wanted more and tried to scissor her legs behind his ass. He easily avoided that, spun her around, and she was moving through the air again. Another jarring stop... another cock lancing into her sex. She groaned.

"Teasing," she remembered them wanting to talk about that, "Won't tease... Just fuck me... Fuck me," she slurred. "What's that, Mrs. Sobel, "A voice asked after she'd lost count of the next series of single penetrations, "You want to fuck me?" she nodded drunkenly, then remembered-- she had to talk. "Yes, baby," she cooed, "Fuck me! My cunt is yours." "So you're sorry you teased these poor innocent boys." She nodded, "Issssorry," she managed. "That's good," that calming voice was closer, "I want to let you get off, you know, but you have to prove that you're sorry." Sharon nodded, her head hanging inverted, then giggled at the way the room spun. She felt someone moving between her legs and looked up into the camera as she felt that cock slap down against her clit. "You want this, then?" She smiled, "I want your big black cock, daddy," she urged him, "Don't tease me... Fuck me, please!" She cried out as he entered her, stroking in and out, expertly getting her still more aroused. She bit her lip, eyes riveted to the dark black skin thrusting easily into her sex. She whined when he stopped, halfway inside of her, "What about the poor guy you were teasing," the man said. Sharon dutifully looked back to where he had gestured... finding an erect black cock driving toward her face.

A moment later she was writhing under the steady pounding of the cock between her legs while sucking fervently at the cock thrust into her throat. 'Faster' she tried to say, dimly aware that she had to hurry or he'd stop... concentrating on getting the man in her mouth off and ignoring the flashing lights in her vision...

"... gonna be fine, it's just some fun." "Bullshit! She's gonna wind up in a coma. Samir! What will Shaun and Dave do if these assholes turn Sharon into a vegetable?" "I said she's fine... we do this all the time." "Bullshit!" Sharon groaned, then gagged, choking on something. She managed a wet cough, tasting what she got out of her throat and into her mouth... cum." Her head was pounding, but even so she was aware that she was incredibly aroused. She tried to put her hands over her ears.. Kelly was arguing with someone, and she heard Samir's voice, but the other voice... It was familiar, but she did not know who it was. She found she could not move her hands. She lay still, wishing they would be quiet... wishing someone would fuck her... wondering what had happened. Careful not to breathe too deeply, which made her want to cough again, she concentrated on ignoring her body and listening.

"I'm serious, Samir... If you don't believe me, go call them. How long was she out, asshole?" "Hey, you can't call me an asshole; you're a BZ Bitch." "I'm the BZ Bitch who's gonna nail your nuts to the wall if you don't stop thinking with them and start getting a clue." "You aren't in charge here, bitch." There was a sudden movement, a wet thud, and a whimpered inhalation. Something heavy landed next to Sharon. "Call me a bitch again and I'll cut you." There was a click and she heard people moving back. Samir's voice. "No, I didn't know what was happening... Kelly got me and... no... no... I didn't, I mean yes, but... No!... You're right... I'm sorry, I know... I guess in all the celebration I forgot... No... No, I don't think so... When did Kelly get a knife?... Oh, OK," Sharon heard him step closer, "Here, Jefferson, he wants to talk to you." Sharon could hear the tinny sound of a voice shouting, even though Jefferson was a few feet away.

"Hey, Shaun," her heart swelled, and Sharon felt like she could cry, she was so glad that he and Kelly and Samir cared about her. "Get her down or I'll cut the goddamn straps," she heard Kelly demanding. Several voices protested, and in just a few seconds her body jerked as she was lowered to the ground.

"... didn't want to... No, we weren't trying to... No, I wasn't... That's bullshit... That cunt said." There was a scuffle to the other side and Sharon heard Samir warning Kelly to calm down. Kelly stomped off as Sharon returned her attention to the man talking to Shaun. "... always do... She's shit hot, man! All of the guys wanted a taste, so... Yeah... She can hit it hard, dog, so... No... No, no, no. Nobody did that... Nobody wanted to do that... It was just for fun... You know how it is; bitch gets off like a nympho when you do it... Naw, she was still hungry for it after the sixth time, and there were eight guys playing the game, so... No, man... No, I swear she was still conscious... Higgins, wasn't the bitch workin' your joint like she was starving." "Yeah, she was great," another voice answered hesitantly, "But I didn't want her to... well shit, man." "Shut up," the man called Jefferson growled, then quickly, "No, no, not you. Well hell yeah, she's worth... I mean, we record everything. Sure, multiple perspective, this was gonna be for that POV thing we... What?! You tryin' to cut us out? OK... But I mean I wanted... No, no I understand. A'ight... Sure... You got a great stable, man, but watch that little brunette... She Puerto Rican or something? I thought she was gonna gut me. I should get to... Uhm, OK... Samir?" Sharon heard him hand the phone over before he tried to get up from where he'd stayed on the floor beside her.

"Gonna get that bitch he muttered." She turned her head, trying to keep track of Jefferson after the threat he had just made while listening to Samir. "... tagged his ass good, kicked him right in the nuts... Well, Sharon's pretty out of it, and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, so... Cool, I'll tell him. But this is his turf, you know... Thanks." Samir handed the phone back, "Jefferson," The man grabbed it away. "What?... I told you I... But I... ... Yes," he did not sound very convincing Sharon thought, dimly aware that several other phones were ringing in the auditorium. She remembered it had been a loud party, but wherever they were it was pretty hushed, so she must have been moved. "No... I mean yes... yes, Shaun. I won't. They get a pass tonight... Man? That's bullshit, I... OK... Yeah..." he turned slightly away from Sharon, "Yo, Higgins! Get the masters... dump a copy onto the system, but they get the tapes and the SD cards..." She could not hear the answer, "Hell yes, get them a copy of anything on the drives... And get her cleaned up... Hear me, bitch?"

Feet rushed close and Sharon was helped to her feet. She wanted to warn them she could not walk, and was surprised when she managed without all that much help. The one sided conversation continued, "Whoa man, you didn't need to call the dogs in... I was just... Well, shit, man, I didn't get to blow a nut..." Sharon could feel the fluid oozing out of her sex. "Liar!" she said, resisting the others' attempts to guide her and turning, "What? Naw, she's still drunk as fuck, dunno what she's saying." "I said," Sharon straightened as much as she could in the latex get up, "You just lied... I know you came inside of me, even if I still haven't gotten to cum." There were masculine chuckles from several spectators.

"You bitch, I'll..." She saw legs closing in... several people. "Whoa, whoa... Just playin' a'ight? I'm cool... What?... Naw, Shaun, I... Yeah, that's what she said... the lyin' skank... I what?... You're crazy. That's putting her word above mine... I... Shit... ... No... No, she wasn't lyin'... I jus' wanted to drop another, that a crime?" Then his words were marred as someone turned the music up, and people around her began to talk and move. Sharon was not sure whether she would have rather been moved for some perverted sex game she could not remember elsewhere, or have done... whatever she had done with all the spectators in that enormous room... It was embarrassing that where the party had been going on could be that quiet... everyone had to have seen. She was glad once again that the costume hid most of her face.

The lights went down as they left the big auditorium, and Sharon wanted to ask the people guiding her if she had made a total spectacle. She wanted to ask where Kelly was... And to her embarrassment, she was tempted to ask if anyone would help her to get off. So she kept her mouth shut, telling herself it was just all the booze and weed she had been enjoying.

They sat her in a chair and went to work on the latex get up, working in reverse of the way she had been turned into the BZ's latex fuck doll. It felt delicious each time a panel of the heavy rubber was peeled away, exposing her bare flesh to the air. But it was cold, too, and she was shivering by the time she was naked. One of the women wordlessly pointed toward a door that Sharon hoped was a bathroom, considering she crossed the room stark naked. She covered her groin with her hand, because she felt embarrassingly full ,even though she had not been leaking much on the trip back to get out of the outfit. She kept her other hand against her flat abdomen, as the walking had reminded her she felt more than a little sick.

She was relieved to find a shower, and more relieved when there was hot water. She did not even blink at the little camera lenses she saw in 2 corners and on the two opposite walls, having become so used to the BZ filming her. Before she could even rinse, though, she bent at the waist, vomiting an impressive volume of fluid onto the tile floor and her bare feet. Even though it was thinned by the alcohol they had been feeding her, Sharon was a bit shocked at how much appeared to be jism. How many men had she blown? Her jaw wasn't sore... Her throat felt a little raw, but considering what she had been doing for... however long they had been doing it, she was embarrassed that instead of being relieved that it was over she was still incredibly horny.

She soaped , rinsed, then used the hand held shower unit as an impromptu douche, pausing and considering using it to masturbate, the spray hitting her still engorged clit beginning the process. Afraid someone would come looking for her, though, she managed to stop herself, thinking as an afterthought as she saw one of the small lenses set into the shower wall that she had done enough for whoever was watching her that night. She made a mental note to ask Dave to be sure they hid her face when they used the night's footage of her showering, which like the other notes she had made that night, was almost as quickly completely forgotten.

There was a thick beach towel with the BZ logo waiting when she stepped out... It had not been there before, and she was a little embarrassed that she had not noticed her visitor. She toweled dry, having to resist the urge to masturbate once again, and was relieved to find her purse and clothes were waiting on the bench in the main room when she stepped out... well, except that the panties and bra were gone. She dressed, then tried to call Kelly, but there was no signal on her cell. She hesitantly returned to the auditorium, hoping to find Kelly or Samir or someone else she knew, and that the angry young man who had been talking to Shaun would not notice her.

Several BZ offered her drinks, which she politely declined as she kept to the edge of the room, looking for Kelly. She was interrupted repeatedly, smiling for pictures taken by one brother or another's friend, or 'selfies.' She did not even consider stopping her new 'friends' from groping her chest as they leaned against her, smiling broadly. Turning after one such picture, she realized that one of her sisters was being fucked on the long bar, and had to have been in the frame of the shot. She bit her lip at the sense of jealousy she felt seeing the other girl climax.

Pressing a hand against her still aroused sex, she considered trying to go back to where they had come in, to wait at the car, but stopped, not sure she would not get lost on the way, and imagining having to 'entertain' the man guarding the parking lot while waiting if Kelly was not there, even though he clit pulsed at the thought, and a part of her was tempted to go out just to seek relief. She pressed her thighs together, trying to remember the last time she had been so horny.

Reaching the end of the bar, Sharon hesitated, seeing how many couples and threesomes were going at it along the wall beside the dance floor. Looking out over the moving people, she giggled, considering how many were going at it standing on the dance floor, as well. She thought she saw Kelly, riding a muscular young man from another chapter, but when the girl turned after arching her back and crying out, it was obvious it was just another BZ Sister with a similar hairstyle. Above the dance floor, angled mirrors offered another view of the action from above. Sharon paused, remembering there had seemed to be stained glass there during the ceremony. As the lights flashed, she could just make out the shading of the colors printed on the glass, the brighter lights playing across the high ceiling revealing the mirrored surface beneath. It reminded her of the crow's nest at Go's, but much bigger, occupying the entire wall opposite the real stained glass windows. She knew it was one way glass, and she again wondered just who was up there watching. There was light on the other side of the glass... she could see shadows moving but nothing more.

Glancing at the arched windows on the other wall, she realized shades had been added; they had been closed when she had been led in for the ceremony. She giggled at the thought of curtains over stained glass windows, but then this was obviously not like any church she had ever visited. She saw that it was nearly dark. She wondered how long they had been there... it had to have been a few hours.

The gyrating sweat slicked bodies, wearing barely any clothes, and the pounding music had the aroused white housewife responding to her body's continued arousal. She moved unconsciously, skirting the groups talking and drinking and fucking at the edge of the room, turning after a couple minutes to follow the long wall over which the mirrors looked onto the party. stage, still looking for Kelly. The obvious pleasure the various women she saw were enjoying had her ready to submit to anything any of the BZ Brother might have suggested. She frowned, catching herself wishing a tall young man might catch her hand, scolding herself for being such a slut.

About a third of the way along the long wall, she came to the corridor where the initiates had entered the big hall. She glanced in, embarrassed at how anxious she felt seeing only darkness. She tried to hurry to the other side, but a hand caught her just as she was reaching the opposite wall.

"You're wanted upstairs," a familiar voice explained, pulling Sharon down the dark hallway and abruptly turning into an unlit doorway. Sharon blinked, realizing they had stepped into an elevator. She giggled seeing the woman holding her arm. It was Joyce.

"You're here?" Sharon said in surprise and relief. The upper classman, though nearly two decades younger than Sharon, seemed every bit the older woman at that moment.

"Of course... Once a BZ Bitch, always a BZ Bitch." Sharon wondered if there was some warning in the other woman's words, "But if you're good... and I hate to admit it, but you are," Sharon blushed, smiling her thanks, "You get to do some special things... Trust me, this is much better than rutting with the boys downstairs..." The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. "Just do what you do, and it'll be fine." Joyce did not let go of Sharon's arm as she led her across a big room through dozens of well dressed older black men. Sharon looked around in surprise. The carpet was plush, the walls covered with high priced art, several bronze statues spaced along the walls. There were BZ Bitches dressed as French maids moving about, offering flutes of champagne, scotch tumblers, and aperitifs.

She saw big plasma screens on two walls, with various games on, small knots of men beneath watching intently. There was a much smaller but more refined bar, and several collections of lounge chairs and low tables. She blinked, watching a Sister's head bob in the lap of one graying black man as he puffed at a cigar, talking to the others seated nearby.

The pounding bass was still palpable in the room, but the noise was mostly muffled, despite the long exposure of the windows she had just been looking at. A man caught her attention as he knifed through the other less focused men on a course that would meet Joyce's path. Sharon stiffened, recognizing Mr. MarKing Norris. He laughed at her expression.

"What, you aren't happy to see me?" he winked, "I thought you might be just about ready for more of that fine ointment." He had his hand in his pocket as if he was had some ready.

"You got me in big trouble with that," Sharon snarled, the force of her answer, and her willingness to step threateningly toward the bigger older man making him step back before he could catch himself. Joyce tugged Sharon's arm sharply,

"You'll have to forgive her, Mr. Norris," she said, batting her eyes, "She's still a freshman, remember. And she's not lying," Sharon was surprised the senior BS Sister knew what had happened, considering Dave had just told her about it the night before. "But she knows it's her fault and not yours, right?" Sharon wanted to keep arguing, but managed to listen to what the more experienced young woman was saying. She nodded, though the hatred in her glare was not missed by the businessman. She hated that he just laughed at it. "If you're still interested she may be available later, but I was sent to bring her to see Mr. Oden." Sharon was certain MarKing had planned to intervene in Joyce's errand, until he heard the name. It was satisfying to see the way the self-assured entrepreneur paled, even flinching and as his head bobbed in understanding. He swept an arm toward the far end of the big room, in the direction Joyce had been heading.

"Well we can't keep him waiting, then, can we?" He winked at Sharon, "I'm sure I'll see you later." Sharon managed to smile, and then Joyce had pulled her beyond the scheming man. Sharon felt relief, but it was immediately eclipsed by a new concern... if the mention of this man made a man like MarKing react that way, what was she getting herself into now? She blinked in surprise, nearly giggling when Joyce stopped at a luxuriously padded recliner in which sat a bent, gray old man.