Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16A

Original story: Scipio (Scipio555)
Continued: RogueAlan

Chapter 16 Interlude

Some people believe in ghosts and spirits and psychic powers. Sharon had never really considered it. Sure, she had listened to ghost stories friends told. She had enjoyed scary movies with Chris until the kids had come along. And nights he had been away working, there had been times over the years she had found herself unnerved by the odd noise. She had never had her palm read, had politely declined attending the séance a friend was hosting, and had never even spent time watching the myriad cable shows about the spirit world. The topic rarely came up if it was not Halloween.

And Sharon really had no time to wonder about it on New Year's eve, anyway. She had allowed the Sharon Sinn persona to take control on the trip down in the service elevator. She walked out into the service corridor with the confidence borne of experience, not caring if any of the staff saw her in her lingerie. It was almost disappointing when she saw no one, but she realized even the employees would be celebrating by then. Each step on the bare concrete floor echoed along the scuffed plain tan walls as she approached the rear doors to the ZB's ballroom and seemed to build her excitement.

She yanked the door open and was swallowed by the heat and noise that escaped the cavernous, dimly lit room. Inside, she had the impression that maybe a dozen couples were having sex, as well as trios and larger groups. The sexual energy seemed to tingle on her bare skin, and she paused, aware of her own need as her eyes adjusted. When she could see at least the general outlines of what was happening, she moved away from the door and into the room.

Shaun had not told her what she was supposed to do, and she smiled, expecting with every step that one ZB or another would catch her and pull her into the frenetic sexual activity going on all around her. Shivering, she paused as she neared several of the frat members she knew, almost hoping to have them involve her, but all seemed more than satisfied with whatever it was that they were already doing, or more accurately, WHO it was that they were doing.

She moved to the dais that was at the front of the room, where speakers would usually be lecturing for whatever group was having a convention in the ballroom. Professor Eller was strutting across the stage, wearing only a feathered headdress and a dominatrix outfit made of faux leather thongs that left nearly every centimeter of her skin bare above hip boots with five inch heels. The crop in her right hand flicked out and one of the ZB sophomores reared up, the movement eliciting a squeal as he fully impaled the woman he was fucking doggy style.

Smiling in response to that, Sharon's mentor and the school's tenured senior English professor turned, bending showily at the waist and slurping a passing ZB's erect cock into her throat, bobbing up and down three times before releasing him, her crop snapping against his left thigh and 'encouraging' him to turn, taking his place in the line of frat members steadily pounding a row of kneeling women. They were facing the front of the room, and Sharon moved closer, wondering exactly what game was being played.

There was a low protest as the young man seated his cock into his selected partner. Nancy's crop flicked out, touching the woman's bare hip. Her back arched, a red head snapping up, a louder cry of pain escaping Madolen's throat. Sharon blinked, shocked to see her friend being used like that. She knew the young man, Rory. While many of the frat members were a blur to her, he was one of the young men who stood out. She paused, wondering what it was about him... Not so much his size—none of the frat members seemed to be small. Some, though, she knew had something... maybe stamina, or skill—at least an awareness of her need for pleasure as well as their own. Maybe it was something singular she had done just with them. Mostly it cam down to that quintessential intangible termed being 'sexy.' In any case, he was one of those who stood out in Sharon's mind.

The young cocksman caught her friend's hips and buried himself in Madolen's sex without pause, turning her friends' cry of anger and pain into a husky moan of pleasure. Madolen's head dropped, and Sharon watched her friend push back, welcoming the young man's thrusts, the pair moving in an easy synchrony, matched by the man and woman to their left on the low stage.

Sharon found herself counting... The professor had five women on stage, with at least twice as many ZB members using the women or waiting their turn, and enjoying Nancy's periodic oral attention. As she watched, her mentor lifted a booted leg, impaling her clean shaven sex on one of the ready ZB studs. The young man stood perfectly still as Professor Eller climbed and then rode him, calves cinched tight behind his ass, one hand holding a muscular shoulder as she leaned back, using her crop to spur on the young man pounding the woman at the near end of the row. There was a muffled cry of pleasure as he redoubled his efforts. Sharon watched as Samir tried to thrust into the woman's mouth. She shivered, aware of the delicious sensation of taking two cocks at once, matching their tempos. Samir did not move, though, and then the woman shook her head, actually reaching up to push at one of his thighs.

Nancy waved the crop pointedly and Samir backed away. The English professor climbed off of the cock she had been riding. She strode around the end of the line of joined women and frat members, her crop teasing along male and female bare skin. The woman at the end, still taking a ZB cock doggy style, moaned each time his thighs slapped her ass. The young man stopped at another motion of Nancy's crop, and the woman whimpered, writhing and pushing back until Professor Eller's crop circled near her shoulder in warning.

"Now slut," she said in a voice used to lecturing, "Have you learned your lesson?" The blonde nodded. "Do you deny any ZB member who wants to use you, however they choose to use you?" The blonde shook her head, shifting back against the cock barely penetrating her pussy, but freezing as the tip of the crop flickered dangerously between her splayed ass cheeks. "Tell me what you need," Nancy taunted. The blonde shivered visibly.

"I need a cock," she groaned. The young man moved to impale her, but Professor Eller's crop rose, the shaft against the young man's chest in pointed warning. "No!" At her pushing motion, the young man backed completely away, and the blonde whimpered, pushing back unsuccessfully, which made Nancy and the young man behind her smile. "Please!" the blonde groaned, and as Sharon drifted to the side, she realized with a shock that it was Linda. The woman had always been prejudiced, and Sharon could not believe what she was seeing. Linda's head dropped in defeat. "Give me your big black cock," she gasped, "I need it... I'll do whatever you want."

"You'll let him cum inside of you?" Nancy taunted, and Linda nodded without hesitation.

"Anything," she husked, "God don't leave me hanging. Fuck me, please!" Nancy nodded, but as the young man easily pushed into Linda's bare sex again, the professor landed a stinging blow on Linda's naked ass, eliciting a shriek from Sharon's friend.

"That's right, little bitch," she sneered, "You'll do whatever they say or you won't get off. If you keep acting like you're better than the rest of us, hubby might even find out what a slut he married." Sharon could not tell whether it was relief at getting what she had begged for or the fear of having her husband discover what she was doing that spurred her friend on, but Linda humped back eagerly. And then she was urging the younger man on, 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' she babbled with each stroke as he steadily poled her. When Samir stepped up again at a signal from Nancy, Linda offered no resistance, instead gobbling at his glistening cock, letting him push into her throat without protest.

Sharon was aware of a pang of jealousy... she wanted to be the one enjoying those cocks. She was considering climbing up onto the platform when strong hands caught both her arms, bodily lifting her up. She tried to see who held her, then found Professor Eller standing within reach, eyeing her pointedly.

"Stop!" she shrieked, and the men obeyed instantly, every cock that had been working on the stage freezing, then pulling free. Sharon heard at least three of the women voice their displeasure. "The guest of honor is here," her smile was wide, but there was cruel arousal in her eyes behind the mask she wore. "The woman we all have to thank for our new understanding." The others seemed more aware that for a moment at least they were not going to receive any more attention. Without getting off of their hands and knees, they turned, looking back. Sharon found herself looking at her five friends from home, every one posed like a wanton slut ready for strange black cock.

They were wearing the same half masks used to disguise guests at a costume party, and Sharon wished she had a mask as well, knowing that there would be cameras around. She had already guessed that somehow at least some of them had been ensnared as she had been, but having it proven so dramatically was still a shock. Even Jennifer and Dorothy were there... and they were all getting off on the ZB members, just like she did... Her mind reeled.

"You're late!" The professor's imperious tone reminded Sharon of the way she carried herself in class. "Did you not understand that you have obligations here on this New Year?" Sharon opened her mouth, then closed it again. She was acutely aware that she wanted to kiss her Professor... and more. "Get over here where you belong, Sharon Sobel." Sharon moved to join the other women in line, but the crop flashed out, putting a mark on her breast above the bustier. She gasped involuntarily and stopped. "Did you not receive your instructions?" The judgmental attitude that cowed students made Sharon flinch reflexively. She shook her head.

"They were in the room... Every room," Professor Eller continued, her tone suggesting she thought Sharon was lying, "Your friends got theirs... Got their husbands taken care of if necessary... and were here on time..." Sharon bit her lip, feeling every bit like a little girl being dressed down by her mother. The crop landed in the same place on her breast, a stinging bite. She winced but did not move away, knowing somehow that would earn more punishment. Professor Eller rolled her eyes theatrically.

"Show her where she is supposed to be," Nancy told the men standing at the edge of the stage. The strong hands which had held her lifted her higher by her upper arms, lifting Sharon off of the ground. She was carried to the other end of the line, and fully expected to be put on her hands and knees beside Linda. Instead, The frat members stretched her out on her back over Linda and Jennifer, her hair spreading out over Madolen's back.

She had not even settled, and was worrying how long her friends could hold her up, when both women shuddered. Looking to her left, Sharon saw that both women had been impaled by ZB members. The young men set a steady pace, and the women rocked in unison beneath her. She was not surprised when she felt muscular thighs push her legs apart and a cock thrust into her. Lifting her head, she was pleased to find Samir. The light skinned young man winked at her and whispered 'Happy New Year, Sharon.' It was too loud, however, because a second later he winced at the bite of Professor Eller's crop. The black leather loop smacked the same place at the top of Sharon's breast with unerring precision, making the housewife grit her teeth.

Nancy seemed to love her new found black cock addiction, but she was perfectly willing to punish others, Sharon realized, guessing it was some sort of transference, and pleased with herself for having learned about that despite having barely been in her psychology class during the past semester. Her breast continued to throb, but the pleasure of Samir—another of the 'sexy ones'—steadily poling her was more than enough to distract her.

Something touched the side of her head, and Sharon turned to find they had moved Rhonda onto Madolen and Dorothy's backs. The women looked at each other, each upside down to the other.

"Rhonda," Sharon murmured, afraid to even whisper with the Professor stalking the edge of the stage, "I didn't know." Her friend smiled, the expression becoming pinched, then her mouth dropping open and a low moan escaping as her head began to rock, a movement Sharon realized meant her friend was also being fucked.

"It's... God, that's good," she lifted her head, let it drop back and smiled, before looking at Sharon again, "I'm not... not complaining." She shuddered visibly. Sharon giggled,

"I always thought... Well, I always wondered if you didn't like girls more." Rhonda nodded her head.

"I do... I did... I do," she blushed, "And you've been doing naughty things in my fantasies for years." Sharon was shocked, but she was also pleased to hear that.

"And this?" she managed.

"It's not bad..." Rhonda giggled, then, "Oh, who am I kidding... It's amazing. I can't believe it... Sometimes I don't ever want it to end." Sharon nodded, tilting her head.

"I know." Her own climax was cresting. "But I would never have done this to you..."

"We knew that... We sort of got ourselves into it... With help from Professor Eller,"

"Well," Sharon struggled to delay her climax, leaning close to her friend, "This isn't... all that I've... learned at school." Rhonda's eyes were sparkling, and she tilted her head just so.

"Really?" Sharon giggled, then closed the distance to kiss her friend, the momentary contact instantly becoming passionate. Sharon came then, the pleasure amplified by the kiss, and by feeling Rhonda's body twitching as well.

"No, No, No, No!" Each 'no' was accompanied by a stinging blow of the crop, alternating between Sharon's breasts, leaving her gasping in pain, nearly crying out. "Did I tell you to do that?" Sharon found herself staring at the box jutting from the side of the Professor's head, affixed to the straps she wore... She guessed it was a camera, although she had never seen such a set up before. She turned her head where the professor directed and found a waiting ZB cock. She accepted it into her mouth, letting the young man push as deep as he wanted, and was surprised when he backed out after a few strokes. He shifted, feeding his cock to Rhonda for a moment, before returning it to Sharon's waiting mouth.

She was aware that Samir had stopped fucking her, and someone else had taken her place. The next time the young man feeding her his cock pulled out, he shifted and Rhonda dutifully swallowed him whole. Sharon used the opportunity to look at him... It was Gavin, one of Samir's friends. The crop lashed onto her breasts, both in turn, again, and Sharon stopped trying to look around, instead focusing on what she guessed she was supposed to be doing. Her chest throbbed from the repeated lashes, and she wanted to look, to see if there were marks Chris would see, but she knew that would earn more.

Behind Gavin, the wall of the room suddenly lit up. It was not overly bright, but Sharon had to squint as her eyes readjusted. She realized it was a projection of the action being captured by cameras moving through the room. Every few seconds the image changed. The variety and obvious pleasure being displayed seemed to push the entire room to an even higher arousal plateau.

Sharon whimpered, though... even when she was doing exactly as was expected, Professor Eller was landing a lash on each breast each time she passed, first on the left, then on the right, so regular the besieged housewife began to anticipate each blow. The camera rotation caught the next example on screen, the watching and participating crowd murmuring at the blended pleasure and pain on the white housewife's face.

"Are you enjoying the New Year?" a voice artificially lowered asked. The crowd cheered. Sharon was fairly sure it was Dave's voice. "Does it make you hot knowing we are streaming to ZB parties across the country?" She blinked in surprise, even as the crowd cheered again. "Thanks to the internet," the screen changed, a live feed from the room remaining but shrinking as eight other smaller images sprang to life, showing similar orgies Sharon guessed at other colleges.

"We can enjoy ZB partying across the nation." The screen changed again, "And of course, we can enjoy the year's greatest hits..." Four larger images occupied the center of the screen , one of which showed a clip of Sharon and her sisters having sex with a variety of ZB in several locations. A second showed similar footage but of BZ Bitches she had never met, as well as scenes with girls she knew but who were doing things when Sharon had been elsewhere. As she watched Lisa taking three of the frat members at the same time in the grass under the harsh lights of the school's football practice field, the sex addled housewife found herself wishing she had been a part of more of the ZB's productions.

The two larger screens below flashed the label 'BZ XXX Games' one changing to show four stark naked BZ Bitches paddling in bubbling white water with half again as many of the frat members. The other showed a nude BZ bitch lounging on a racecar, then quickly segued to a NASCAR race during which the girl and some of her sisters were putting out in an RV parked on the infield, the flash of passing cars and unsuspecting passers by obvious through the RV's tinted windows..

The rafting screen changed, and Sharon watched Kelly running naked across the school's football field, and then getting 'tackled' by four ZB Brothers wearing only shoulder pads and helmets. A too skinny brown haired BZ Bitch did a jump stark naked on a motorbike, roaring into view from behind a sand dune, the scene quickly changing to the same girl, motocross boots still on, alternately sucking three helmeted BZ brothers' cocks while being pounded from behind by a fourth. Sharon winced at the footage of several of her sisters skydiving nude... the wind did things to their skin that looked painful, even though close ups showing the girls getting fucked while in free fall left the blonde wife panting, welcoming her current suitor's thrusts.

Other screens showed snippets from the various parties, and she saw herself several times. There was a party Sharon did not remember in which Professor Eller was serving drinks and appetizers naked, pausing frequently to suck one cock or take another from behind, smiling the whole time as if she had been doing that forever. Sharon watched her mentor taking cock in her classroom, in her office, and on campus behind the union.

The screens changed again, the center once again a live action shot of the room where the party was in full swing. Sharon giggled, noticing that while most people were still obviously having sex, they had also changed to positions that allowed both... or all partners to watch. She felt dizzy, at the strange sensation of looking around the room without changing her head position. Her eyes were drawn to the dias, and she could see her side where she was laid out over her friends in the foreground of the image; the camera was above the screen. As she watched the image of herself, one of the frat members moved between Sharon's spread thighs, and the white wife moaned in pleasure watching as if it was someone else as she felt his big cock push easily inside of her. She looked up at her new stud and giggled, having guessed even though it was too dark to see exactly who it was from the screen that it was Tom.

"Mmmm," she raised her knees, offering him more room as she smiled up at him, "Happy New Year, baby." The big lineman grinned down at her, though his eyes still looked troubled. He did not thrust in and out as Sharon had expected... as she hoped he would do. "C'mon, baby, let's... Ow!" The professor's crop landed a series of blows on her breasts, and Sharon could not keep from crying out, which of course prompted another punishment. She felt tears running back into her hair, and smiled up at Tom desperately, worried at the way he was looking at Nancy.