Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D

"Fuck me!" Sharon panted, "I need it, daddy." Dave moved around her, setting several cameras he had pulled from his pockets to catch the action, "Zeke was telling me about the new trick you learned." Sharon blushed at the memory. "I don't know what happened," she told him, "I left before it really got out of hand. Trevor chuckled. Stepping forward, he impaled her before she knew he had opened his pants. She arched her back, bracing her hands and lower abdomen against the crossbar of the saw horse as she whined, certain everyone in the building could hear her.

"Start like this," Trevor husked, and Sharon nodded, thinking he was talking to her. "Then you just do what I told you." Sharon blinked, her focus on the big cock moving in and out of her wet and hungry sex.

"Show me," Dave said. A moment later Trevor caught Sharon under the arm, and after groping her rigid nipple for several seconds, he shifted, catching the front of her shoulder and lifting her up. She raised a leg, not wanting him to slip out of her sex. Trevor set his hand against her belly low, the heel of his palm again just below her pubic bone. Sharon shook her head... She could not make a mess like this. Could not lose control. "Press here, then use your fuck you finger to get clitty singing," Trevor's finger pressed against Sharon's clit, and she cried out... could not stop herself as the younger man slammed home repeatedly "OK, OK... let me try." Sharon collapsed back onto the saw horse as Trevor pulled out of her, leaving her open drooling sex exposed to the air and anyone who had heard or who might have looked out. .

Dave stepped up behind her, easily pushing into her. He held himself there for a moment, then backed almost completely out, the broad head of his member stretching her inner lips. Sharon panted and whined, pressing back, bracing again on the saw horse. His hand dropped around her waist, putting pressure where she could feel the head of his cock thrusting against the front wall of her pussy. He massaged in a gentle circular pattern chuckling at the way Sharon's breath caught, her body trembling visibly. He moved his third finger down, teased around her clit once... twice, and backed out of her hungry, buzzing cunt.

"No!" Sharon groaned, "Don't stop!" She was aware of his finger working her clit incessantly, knew she was already so close to a climax... BANG, he slammed his length home, simultaneously applying pressure with hand and finger once again. Sharon screamed through her clenched teeth... she tried not to but couldn't contain it. She keened again as she inhaled, her body still jerking, shifting the saw horse beneath her noisily. Her legs collapsed, her entire weight draped over the rough wood and impaled on Dave's cock as he hammered in and out, laughing manically, "Yeah, man!" She was aware of the men slapping five, of Dave still pumping his cock in and out of her sex.

Looking down, she saw she was pouring fluids, clear liquid literally splashing the concrete floor below her. She gasped, aware that she could feel it squirting out of her, and totally unable to do anything to stop it. Fluid was rolling down her inner thighs, too, and she whimpered, wondering for a moment if Dave had ruptured her bladder. She blushed, then, remembering Zeke telling her it was not urine at all.

She knew her scream had to have been heard, even over the power tools the workers were using. For a few minutes she managed to stay balanced on the saw horse, body still twitching as the last of her climax ebbed away. She was embarrassed that she could hear her juices taper from a patter like rain to a drip, drip, drip. And she was aware of other sounds, by then... She told herself not to look, horrified at the thought of putting on a show in public for strangers, and immediately giggling at that prudish thought, considering what she and Kelly did several nights a week. Before she could stop herself, she pushed back and up, catching hold of the rail of the saw horse as she looked to her right. First all she saw were several work boots coated with sheetrock powder... Her eyes rose to meet the rapt gaze of the four men in the front row who were lined up watching her. She smiled automatically, even as she registered that there were at least another four or five behind them.

Without thinking, she moaned wantonly as Dave hit bottom, twitching her hips invitingly, putting on a show, in part for the audience, but mostly because having an audience was all that it took for her to be ready to cum again.

"Gonna fill her up," Dave panted just then, "Use her mouth or it'll be sloppy seconds." Zeke moved around as Sharon managed to get her feet on the ground once again, unsure how long she had been the older BZ member's fuck doll, afraid to look whether the construction workers were watching. She lifted her head, shaking it emphatically.

"No!" she managed, "Don't cum in me! It isn't safe!" Dave snorted, driving himself home again and holding himself buried as his jism began to pulse deep inside of Sharon's still twitching sex. "Ahhh!" the used housewife whined, her body betraying her and shuddering into another climax as well, leaving her no will to resist Zeke's big hands as he pulled her mouth onto his jutting cock, slick with her juices.

"Dumb Bitch," Dave let go of her hip on one side, spanking her sharply, "Don't be trying to lie, now... You don't think we know you've been to see ol' doc Brian? Once a BZ, always a BZ, little Bitch. Didn't think we know he got you fixed up?" Sharon could not believe what she was hearing... how had she been so wrong about the doctor? "Don't have to worry 'bout no condoms now, do we?" Sharon managed to shake her head no, still certain that the doctor had been opposed to the frat's existence... But then how could he have betrayed her confidence... weren't there laws against it? Zeke was really humping against her face, making it hard to breathe, much less think. She sucked at him hungrily, anxious to get him off, praying her dress was not ruined, and that they would not share her with the men now watching the lewd show she was putting on.

She gagged when the senior football star cut loose without warning, barely managing to choke his spend down without making a mess. He backed out slightly, and she obediently cleaned him off before he stepped away, slapping hands with Dave again as the older student went on riding her..

"Guess I'll be too spent to put it to that hottie of a daughter," Trevor taunted her with an exaggerated yawn, "Or maybe not... just thinking about her is almost enough to get me going again." Sharon wished she could remember what her kids plans for the holiday were, but when Chris has assured her they would be fine she had not asked. She blinked, realizing that Dave had pulled out, the last jet of his cum spattering her groin. Bracing with one hand on the saw horse, Sharon sat up, cupping her hand over her soaked privates, embarrassed at how she knew she looked. The two young black men were waving like they were in a parade, and Sharon blushed, realizing that not only had the construction workers seen what was going on, they'd come out for an up close show. Several were adjusting themselves, one of the men at the front actually unzipping, preparing to join in.

"Sorry she's such a tease, guys, but that's all for today," Dave said, "Our Sharon here has other obligations. But don't worry, gang, we'll bring her back for a matinee some afternoon," he assured them, "Think of it as a bonus from the boss." He tossed a handful of glossy fliers onto the wet concrete, "In the meantime, Miss Sharon is a headliner at Snake Eyes out west... trust me, she's worth the trip." The workers cheered and clapped, and Sharon heard the various cat calls as her escorts caught her arms to lead her through the crowd toward the corridor leading back to the parking lot. Sharon struggled for a moment, aware her dress was still up, baring her ass and sex which she was still cupping, trying to keep more of their mingled fluids from oozing down her inner thighs.

What had her rooted in place, though, with almost a dozen strangers eyeing her hungrily, was the flyer... She could not get the images on the flyer out of her head... The front showed she and Kelly in a depraved 69 with the pole shining behind them. Beneath it was a graphic image of her putting out doggie style in the champagne room, the man's face thoroughly obscured. She bit back a cry of horror, wondering what photos were on the inside and back of the flyer Dave had so casually tossed onto the ground. She shivered at the though of Chris seeing one of them at work.

Dave had released her arm long enough to collect his cameras, and a moment later she let them lead her down the concourse toward the intersection with the path to the parking lot. The workers had moved up to grab the flyers, someone shouting a question after Dave... something about free drinks. She glanced back, relieved but also feeling a strange dismay that the men were heading back into the storefronts where they had working. Dave led the shaking still half nude housewife back toward the salon. Horrified at how she must look, Sharon hastily freed her dress from the band of her panties, letting it fall into place after scooping what jism and spoog she could into her free hand, holding it clear of the sequined fabric.

The guys laughed as she shook the mingled fluids off, spattering a wall and the concrete floor, and then reluctantly licked her hand clean. She wiped at her face, and then blushed, because they were in front of the clear glass entry door of the salon. She could see the expressions of the women she and Kelly had just met, Sharon's attention moving to Kelly's, relieved by the sympathy in her lover's expression. "Thanks for helping with that memory stick," Zeke smiled at the ladies, "Be sure to tell Scott and Mr. Sobel Happy New Years in case I don't see them later." She shivered violently once, an image of the big football player making Catherine twitch and pour her fluids onto the floor seeming so real it felt as if she was watching it happen. Dave interrupted the thought, patting her ass far too intimately, "Hope we got her back in time for her mani-pedi," he told the women, then paused at the door as if thinking, "We just love surprising our BZ Sisters, and you love it, don't you girls?" Sharon and Kelly nodded without hesitation, further amazing the already speechless beauticians. Sharon was pressing her knees tight together in an effort to keep from letting anymore leakage escape, sure that it would be obvious on her dress. She hobbled toward the back, stammering that she needed to use the ladies room, and relieved that no one said anything to delay her.

She cleaned herself up quickly enough, another skill borne of her work at the club, and after checking in the mirror over the sink convinced herself nothing was so obvious she could not think of something else for the women to say. Such thoughts were dashed by the conversation that was going on when she returned, taking a seat at the empty manicure table.

"... can't believe that," Margot, the perky redhead said, her eyes wide, "I would have never guessed." She blushed prettily at Sharon's return. Kelly laughed, "I was just telling our new friends how we enjoy some... perks being little sisters for the big jock frat." Sharon smiled and nodded.

"They look out for us," she said, "Even if sometimes they get a little too handsy." Kelly snorted.

"So you're not fucking them like Kelly does," the almost plump brunette named Irene asked. Sharon choked on the swallow of the champagne she had been drinking, and Kelly and the other women laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. Wiping her mouth, Sharon glared at Kelly, aware of an almost need to snap at her young lover, and unaware that just a few days before she would already have been aggressively dressing the other woman down.

"Don't blame her, honey," the older blonde beautician whose nametag read Bobbi shook her head, sitting down across from Sharon and Kelly as the other women went to work on their nails, "When you leave looking as jumpy as a blonde at an NAACP rally, and five minutes later we hear someone wailing like she's getting a royal screwing it's easy enough math even for beauticians." Sharon looked at Kelly in desperation.

"Was I that loud?" Sharon was thoroughly horrified. Kelly giggled.

"Made me want to go out and join in," the young brunette admitted, shifting in her chair as if still aroused, "And when you came back looking so thoroughly satisfied, I almost tried to get them to go again." Irene nodded as if to assure Sharon Kelly was telling the truth.

"So which was it?" Irene asked breathlessly, "The one with the big shoulders was cute."

"Both," Sharon answered without really thinking about it. The women sat back, shocked but obviously enthralled, as well.

"At once?" Margot whispered. Sharon nodded, biting her lip and winking at the pretty red head.

"You mean you haven't?" She could not seem to help herself, enjoying the way the women were reacting. "You haven't wondered what it would be like?"

"You mean sex with a black guy?" Irene asked.

"No, she means with two guys," Bobbi said, rolling her eyes at Irene's naivety.

"Hey, wait a minute," Margot looked over at her older coworker, "you said a blonde at an NAACP rally... so spill, girl... You've danced this dance and never told us?" Irene nearly fell off of her stool she turned so fast to look at Bobbi. The too thin, too tan, too perfect woman raised a one shoulder.

"What's to tell," she said dismissively, "I thought every girl, experimented some in school."

"But you were married in beauty school," Irene said, "I mean..." Bobbi laughed, pointing at Sharon.

"She's married now, honey..." Margot and Irene looked to Sharon's hand, and Sharon found herself blushing, even as she waited to hear the other woman's story. "What they don't know won't hurt them, right, honey?" Sharon shrugged.

"I don't know about that," the thought of Chris finding one of her DVD's was enough to make Sharon shudder, "I didn't exactly plan to be doing this." Irene, Margot, and Bobbi... even Kelly seemed hungry to hear more, but Sharon shook her head and shrugged, "Not that I'm complaining," she finished lamely. Bobbi offered a crooked smile.

"See, girls, that's your answer... sometimes that's all there is... sex can be amazing, and sometimes that's what a girl wants."

"I can't believe you cheated on Dean," Irene seemed distraught. Bobbi rolled her eyes.

"Irene, Dean cheated on me every chance he got... Why wouldn't I do the same."

"I'd never cheat," Irene insisted.

"I wouldn't act so certain," Sharon smiled at the woman's hurt expression, "I'm serious, I did not go to college thinking I would be sampling whatever the guys had to offer."

"So how did you?" Margot asked quietly, catching hold of Sharon's hand and going to work on her nails, "Oh, you have such pretty nails, why are you wearing these extensions?" Sharon let her eyes go to the door.

"I agree, they aren't really my taste, but the members like them this way," she smiled and went on, "At least I know my nails aren't ruined if I ever go back to natural." Margot's fingers worked a file over the backs of Sharon's nails, roughening the edges, but her eyes stayed locked on Sharon's expectantly. Sharon shook her head, "I'm not really comfortable telling you what happened to me," she said, "Don't be offended, I wouldn't tell anyone. It's too embarrassing."

"Too much beer, or too much weed, a party, dancing... then fooling around..." Sharon looked over at Bobbi in shock as the other woman snickered, "See, it isn't so different from any of the rest of us who've experimented."

"So you didn't like it?" Kelly asked the older beautician. Bobbi rolled her eyes once again... it seemed to be her favorite response.

"Oh hell, girl, I loved it... Couldn't get enough. Cost me a scholarship in college," she glared briefly at Irene, "I wasn't always going to be a hairdresser. Almost cost me a marriage to a man I love but haven't always been able to trust." She looked at her own immaculate nails, "I just had to remember that cumming so hard I squalled like a cat getting it from the big ol' Tom in the alley wasn't as important as having a home and a life I enjoy." The women were quiet after that, Sharon studiously NOT looking at Kelly in case her young lover was worried she might make the same choice. She wished she could make that choice, even as she wondered if she really would make that decision if she did not have hundreds... by now thousands of photos displaying what a total slut she had become, not to mention the various videos and loops and internet files. Shivering at the memory of how hard Dave and Zeke had made her cum, Sharon Sobel wondered if there was no possible blackmail insuring her position as a BZ Bitch, whether she would not still be driving to Go's to shake her ass and spread her legs for strangers...

I'd love to find out what it's like," Margot almost whispered, and after a moment, all of the women laughed. And laughed. When they had finally calmed, Sharon patted the red head's hand and smiled warmly.

"I'm sure they'd love to show you, too," she told the young woman, "You're quite beautiful." Margot blushed, but her eyes stayed on Sharon's.

"Seriously?" she giggled, "I mean, you're amazing, beautiful and sexy... and confident... I just don't know how I'd react."

"Leave me a card, and I'll invite you to one of our parties," Kelly suggested, and Sharon wondered that her first thought was to encourage it, not to warn the young woman off. Sipping at another flute of champagne, at least her fourth, she considered briefly, Sharon pondered her reaction as the women talked about past conquests and nights with 'the one' who had not after all been that goal. She did not really listen and certainly did not contribute until Margot giggled after tipping her chair back and helping Sharon to put her heels up on the table, a strange but efficient way to do the mani-pedi, Sharon had thought upon finding herself reclining.

"God, they took your panties?" the red head asked in shock? Sharon blinked, then laughed at the younger woman's surprise, pulling her dress high enough to prove to all that she was indeed still wearing panties... just very tiny panties. "What does hubby say about those?" Bobbi asked with an almost sneer. Sharon shrugged.

"Oh he thinks they're sexy... He thanked you for helping me to dress more like this, didn't he, Kel?" Kelly nodded. "Besides, it's not the biggest change," Sharon did not catch herself in time, and the women-- including the jaded blonde-- demanded to know what she meant. Sharon chose not to mention the piercings, except for her tongue which the stuck out defiantly, laughing at the disbelief in all three beauticians' responses. "I have some new ink, too," she added, waving her ankle as demonstration, "I didn't have any tattoos before I went to school." She smoothed her dress down over her legs, "I certainly wasn't in this kind of shape."

"Lie!" Kelly interjected, "Sharon was in amazing shape from the day I met her... I thought she was a few years older, but I never imagined she had a daughter only a year younger than I am." Sharon smiled at the compliment, "And of course I didn't do anything like what I... well, like what I just did out in the mall in front of a dozen strangers."

That clearly shocked the women, who had assumed Dave and Zeke had simply enjoyed her in a shadowed unoccupied portion of the mall. Sharon wound up answering several questions, and Bobbi observed that the women should leave together at close in case Sharon's little show had left some of the workers anxious to find someone to similarly enjoy. Sharon was shocked at the thought and apologized, but the blonde waved it away, pointing out only that 'all men were pigs' before adding that she was sure just seeing a woman was all that it would take for some of the men working at the casino development. Sharon found herself wishing she knew more about Bobbi's life, wondering if she could find some key to somehow regaining control of her own.