Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16A

"It's OK, baby," she shifted her hips, eyes going closed at the delicious presence of his cock inside of her, "I should just be quiet." Tom's gaze moved across the room. As the 'theatric' voice resumed.

"Tonight, friends, we have a special treat. A wonderfully sexy introduction to the new year that promises to make it even more amazing than last year!" The screen changed again, the image of the room shrinking to take its place among those of the other BZ parties being thrown across the nation. The majority of the screen was a single image that was mostly dark, except for greenish light that gave the impression of motion. "Watch, our assembled Bitches, and remember your first time..."

"C'mon, baby," the voice was hushed, "You said you would after New Years."

"I said I would sometime in the new year," the girlish voice giggled, "I didn't say tonight." The motion aspect changed, spinning instead of advancing, and the silhouette of a woman became visible. The sound of a zipper opening seemed to echo in the big hall.

"You saying you don't want this," a seemingly disembodied hand appeared from the lower right edge of the screen, pulling an impressive cock—even in the deep shadows—free. The woman's breath caught.

"It's huge," she murmured.

"Yep," there was pride in the answer, "And it's going to ruin you tonight."

"I don't know about this," but even as she spoke, her hands appeared, and closed around the impressive shaft, moving up and down. "Oh my God," she said quietly, "It's real." The answer was a snort.

"You knew that from dancing... Hell, you had your hand in my pants last weekend."

"It didn't seem so big then," Her moving hands were having an obvious effect, "Oh my God, and it gets bigger?" At the top edge of the screen the masculine hands were making quick work of the woman's blouse. "Did you lock the door? What if someone comes in?"

"I ain't sharing you tonight," the man... he sounded young, replied.

"That's not what I meant," the girl giggled, obviously shocked at the suggestion.

"So you're telling me none of your other boyfriends had this?" he waggled his manhood in her hands.

"Are you kidding? No one else was even close," she paused, "I don't know if I can do this."

"Shit," the voice was dismissive, "How could you have enjoyed it otherwise?" She shrugged, but offered no other answer. "You can pass a kid through there... This won't be no problem." The picture improved from the contrast of the woman's pale white skin as her blouse was pushed down off of her shoulders. A moment later her bra had been pushed above her breasts, and dark fingers accented by the underlying white skin began to work on her nipples, breasts framed at the upper edge by her bra and below by her top. Her nipples responded visibly despite the low light.

There were feminine murmurs across the room, that echoed the girlish gasp and moan, and Sharon's was among them... it seemed that what she was watching spurred her own arousal and the pleasure she was receiving lying stretched out over her friends' backs. Their bodies shifted under her and she knew they were being well fucked, too. The room was quiet except for the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and the occasional moan or cry of pleasure. Sharon could feel the anticipation... seeing another woman's first time enjoying BBC, it had Sharon and the other women in the big room buzzing with their own need.

"God that feels good," the man's voice sighed, almost a slur, and Sharon found herself wondering whether her kids were being safe at their New Years' parties. The perspective changed, the space between the couple decreasing, and the lens dropping to almost the level of her bare breasts. One hand continued to work the obviously aroused nipples while the other dropped out of the field of view. As the unattended right breast seemed to magnify Sharon giggled, realizing the camera was on the guy's head somehow, and he was about to...

"Ahhh!" below the field of view, which was had become only the pale white of the woman's upper breast, his lips had obviously closed over her nipple. The sound of him sucking at it strongly seemed to fill the auditorium, along with the woman's cry of pleasure. There was the sound of another zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then her breath caught again.

"God that feels good... Oh my God, I w-wait... Is the door locked? Maybe we should go somewhere else..."

"Shit, girl, there's so many drunk fools on the road, we might never get to play, we do that." There was a slurping noise, punctuated by the woman's breath catching repeatedly, spaced with quiet moans. "'Sides," he went on, "You so wet you'd stain the seats."

"I can't believe how wet I am," she answered, voice breathy. "God, I'm dripping!" she giggled.

"Gotta keep hydrated, coach says," the man held up a Dixie cup, which looked strangely dark in the green light, "Drink up." Sharon shook her head no, trying to will the young woman to decline. The cup disappeared from the field of view.

"This is good," she giggled when the glass, completely emptied, reappeared, "What is it?"

"It's a Cosmo," Sharon had expected 'mind eraser.'

"I've had Cosmos when mom made them for parties," she answered, hand rising to push the cameraman's chest, "This isn't a Cosmo."

"Well, I guess I don't make it as good as your mom," he shrugged. The girl giggled, "Was it that bad?" he asked, sounding hurt.

"No," she answered with another giggle, "I told you, it's good... It's just strong."

"Like me."

"Like you, Oh!" the breasts seemed to swell, and Sharon realized the woman had arched her back, "Ahhh, you should... you should help me get my pants off."

"You like my finger there?" he taunted.

"God yesss!"

"Want me to take it out?" Hair moved as she shook her head 'no.' "Then get them off yourself, girl." Her breath panting, the partially nude body twisted as she worked to obey. The camera view dipped, exposing a flat stomach with the glint of a navel ring and then a trimmed but prominent bush. "Nice," he complimented, as the descending image demonstrated he had his second and third fingers buried in the girl's sex. "Think your mom would like this?"

"Stop it, that's weird, I... ahhh!" The image showed why she paused; his fingers began to saw in and out, pausing every third or fourth stroke, thumb circling the top of her seam, while he held his fingers buried in her sex. Sharon could imagine them curling up against the young woman's G-spot. "Mom would... die if she knew I was... doing this!" Sharon tilted her pelvis, unconsciously welcoming Tom's movements, as he matched the rhythm of the thrusting fingers on the screen.

"She a racist? Maybe we should go home so I can show her what she's missing..."

"No... She's not... not racist," the girl panted, "She's just... I'm supposed to... supposed to save myself." The cameraman snorted, and she giggled, "I know... she doesn't even... know I'm... on the pill... Dad took me... last year."

"Guess we won't need to worry, then."

"No," she put a hand against his chest as he moved closer, between her legs, "You still should... I can't... can't get pregnant."

"Shit, you're safe," the young man shifted, and the girl squealed as if fearing he was going to thrust into her then, "It's better without, anyway." The girl's breath caught, the image having moved up to the bare breasts, still standing up proudly with the girl flat on her back on the bed. "You didn't know that?"

"I..." The camera panned back down to reveal his fingers teasing around her glistening labia, thumb circling her clit, which peaked out from the delicate hood. It became more prominent as he slipped a curled index finger into her seam, pressing upwards. "I haven't... I've always made them... made them wear condoms." That earned another snort.

"I'll be the first to really fuck you then," there was an audible smile in his voice, "You a bareback virgin." The mother in Sharon urged the girl to protest, to demand he use a condom. Tom moved inside of her, then, and Sharon shivered, admitting to herself that the cameraman was right; it did feel better bareback.

"But if you want, I can go get it from your mom... She'll let me do her bare."

"Stop it!" the girl hit his shoulder, "The last person I want to be thinking about is my mom!"

"Mmm," he kept teasing around her clit, "Stop this?" His fingers moved an inch away from her aroused sex.

"No!" She moaned, hands appearing, catching his wrist, pulling him back against her, "Don't stop, that feels so good."

"Better than your other boyfriends?" There was a movement above that was indecipherable from the level of her hips.

"No... I mean they haven't... it's just been... well, it's mostly been my sucking them and then their pushing into me."

"Did you cum?" There was no answer, which was answer enough. "But you play with yourself?" Again, there was no answer, and the fingers teasing the girl's wet sex moved away from her sex, staying in contact with her skin.

"Don't... please..." He was patient, and Sharon felt her own need build like the girl's. She belatedly realized Tom had pulled out and was hovering just outside of her sex. She guessed the men had been told to mimic what they saw on the screen as the quiet protests of women across the room seemed to prove her correct. "Yes, okay? I do... I play with myself."

"When was the last time?" He resumed teasing her clit, which triggered a moaning gasp, but she did not respond. "Do I have to stop again?" he warned.

"No! I... That's embarrassing... Tonight, OK? Before you picked me up."

"And who were you fantasizing about."

"... You."

"Well, we should make your fantasy come true." The fingers moved faster, and the panting feminine breathing increased; became barely suppressed moans. And then her abdomen was clenching visibly. The cameraman held his fingers still, buried in her twitching sex. It was a long time before she quieted. Sharon heard women around the room who were cumming as well, and wished she had. "That looks like it felt good," the voice taunted.

"... Mmm-hmmm," she agreed languidly. He moved close, hand catching his erect cock at the lower edge of the screen, the position directly overhead augmenting the apparent size by perspective.

"Ready for this, then?" he let his erection fall, slapping against her mons, the head nearly reaching the navel piercing that peeked from the between the leaves of the bunched up, button front blouse. There was a feminine gasp that Sharon and every other woman in the room could remember viscerally... Sharon shivered at the hazy memory of Shaun between her legs in the ZB meeting room; of looking down, seeing how far he was going to push inside of her, and thinking 'that can't be real.'

"God, you're huge." Petite hands caught him, working up and down the shaft eagerly. He pulled away, fingers wet with her juices flickering over her bare left thigh as he did so. It was long moments before she seemed to realize he was nearly ready to seat himself inside of her, the heavy mushroom tip passing over her pubic thatch, her hands still wanking at as much of his shaft as possible. With realization, though, she tried to catch hold of him, "Wait!"

He did not wait, though, pulling free of her grasp. The head of his black cock seemed to disappear as it slipped between the girl's splayed thighs. Her breath caught, but she did not argue. He waited, and the woman's panting breath was again audible. Chuckling, he glanced farther down, and Sharon saw his fingers curled at the base of his shaft. He lifted the heavy organ, dragging the head between her glistening out labia and up over her clit. There was a sharp inhalation.

"You sure you're ready?" He repositioned himself once again, the tip hidden in shadow at the down fringed entrance of her sex. Her hips rolled, an obvious invitation. Wetness glistened on her swollen bead, becoming the image's focal point, the shadow of the young man's big cock only suggested beneath. There was the hint of movement.

"I don't, ohh!" His thumb knuckle magnified by perspective, was still in place and he again lifted the swollen crown of his erection into view, dragging over the girl's eager nubbin. "God, don't... don't tease!" her voice was breathless. He slapped the tip down onto her clit repeatedly, then dragged it back over her clit out of sight. "Yes... God yes, I'm ready ahhhh!" His hips shifted closer to her, then. His hand was out of the way, and her thighs spread, leaving a clearer view of his cock as inch after inch of shaft disappeared. "God, wait," she whined, a hand rising to press against his chest, "... Wait! It's too big!" The young man snorted.

"Bullshit. You gonna be able to push a kid through here, remember?" he kept pushing, closing the distance between their groins. The girl's breath came in panting whines. The muscles of her inner thighs tensed visibly, as she tried to pin him in place to no avail. Whining again, her thighs came up as she lifted her flexed knees, trying to ease the same pressure Sharon was experiencing as Tom pushed into her in the ZB ballroom. The young woman's manicured nails fluttered down the man's chest, stopping at his washboard abdomen. He did pause, then, without really stopping, merely shifting side to side without backing out.

Around Sharon the room felt electrified there was so much arousal. She knew the men were mimicking what they were seeing, amplifying the women's empathetic arousal, their reliving that first time they had been introduced to black cock. Hungry for more, she tried to scoot forward, which was almost impossible given the friction against her friends' bare skin beneath her. The effort did earn a lash of the Professor's crop over her pierced nipple, making her cry out.

"OhmiGod, ohmiGod, ohmiGod," the voice of the young woman they were watching drowned out Sharon's reaction. The camera's perspective had climbed to show heaving breasts, a chin, and tousled light hair spread over both shoulders, and framing a long graceful neck. Her full lips were open, "God it's... Too big."

"Really?" the man, now fully in the saddle, seemed less inclined to be patient, "Still with that bullshit? I told you, I'll go find your mother if you don't want it..." The young woman's teeth came together. She shook her head.

"Stop it!" she hissed angrily.

"All right..." and the scene changed almost violently, caching the image as he backed out. He caught the base of his cock with his hand, lifting the bulbous crown as it pulled free, visibly spreading her inner as well as outer labia, then slapping it down repeatedly on her visibly aroused clit. The speaker reverberated with the girl's gasp.

"No!" Her hips rose, an obvious attempt to recapture him. "Don't stop!"

"Really?" he went on slapping his erection down, thump... thump... thump, "You told me to stop."

"No! I meant to stop talking about my mother." The man snorted.

"Why? She's as hot as you are. I know she's a grade A fuck."

"What? You've barely met her."

"Whatever you say," the tilt of the camera suggested a shrug, "Now, what were you saying?" He pushed the head down through her splayed labia once again.

"Oh, fuck... Don't tease!" her thighs flared and she hunched visibly downwards toward the edge of the bed, anxious to recapture him. "Please, just fuck me!"

"Oh, so you want it, then," he taunted, pushing without hesitation as deep as he had been before. Sharon thought there were probably two inches still exposed, but it was hard to be sure.

"Yessss!" the young woman moaned, pelvis tilting to invite his thrust, "So good... God, that's amazing!" He applied pressure again, and the rest of his cock disappeared smoothly. Her breath caught once again.

"Ahhhh!" he said theatrically, the camera panning nearly to her face. She sat up, a hand rising to his chest as if she wanted to stop him, but not pressing; she did not protest. The camera dipped, and revealed her stomach was clenching again as she fell back.

"God that was amazing," she babbled, when she had calmed. She lifted her head, face obscured by her bangs as she obviously glanced down at their joined bodies. She wiggled her pelvis, "Oh my God, you still feel hard!"

"What?" he feigned confusion.

"Well you... Didn't you cum?" He laughed.

"What makes you think that?" he sawed in and out, not fully strokes, keeping most of his big cock buried.

"Ah, that's so good... I... well, that's usually... Guys haven't usually done much more than that..." He laughed, and her nails curled against his chest at the sensation the transmitted vibrations caused.

"Damn, girl," and to demonstrate he backed out to the crown, paused a beat, then filled her again. The girl moaned, falling back onto the bed. The camera was tilted, down, showing his thick cock, wet with her juices, as he moved steadily in and out, and then panned to the sides. Her hands were balling the comforter on the bed where they were coupling.

"OhmiGod, ohmiGod, ohmiGod," she panted in time with his thrusts, "So good... so good... God... Oh God... I can't... Gonna cum!" He went still, buried inside of her as her belly again twitched visibly.

"Oh yeah," he chortled, "So you can get off on cock... Like that, baby?" he backed out half a stroke, then pushed fully into her again, harder than before, the noise of their skin meeting audible in the auditorium. It also elicited a long, low moan of pleasure. "What's that?"

"Yeahhhh," the voice was dreamy, "Amazing... Didn't know..." The tendons of her neck went taut at the upper edge of the image as she lifted her head, "Did you cum too? You stopped..." In answer, he reached down, catching hold of her ass, pulling her up as he resumed thrusting. The girl spasmed and moaned, head obviously falling back, breasts rising and spreading as her back arched, rocking erotically in time to his thrusting. "Oh my God!" before her stomach was clenching again.

The young man never paused, never slowed, and around the big room Sharon heard other women moaning and mewling and crying out. She bit her lip, shivering through a delicious orgasm of her own, but for some reason she needed to see every moment of what was happening. She was aware that her heels had closed behind Tom, and she smiled, hips undulating, urging the big lineman on. Unconsciously she was trying to get him off before the young man on screen finished.

"Can't wait..." the male voice boomed through the auditorium. He was panting, and Sharon knew from experience it would not be long... when men lost control of their breathing it was never very long before they lost control, even if they tried to take a break. She pumped her hips at Tom, glancing for a moment at the big man, holding his eyes as she licked her lips, letting her eyes half close, the little tricks she had picked up to flip a suitor's switch. "... To break you in doggy style." The young man's rhythm was breaking down. Tom's was, too, but Sharon did not know if it was from miming the action he was watching of if he was truly ready to cum. She wanted to sit up, to pull him close and hear his own breathing, but she knew that Nancy's crop was somewhere nearby. "You ready, baby?... Gonna cut loose..." Some clinically critical portion of Sharon's mind observed that he should have made her choose where to take his load. He really was young. And yet everything... even their voices were hauntingly familiar.

Tom pushed into her more forcefully, a wonderful distraction that threatened to get her off again. Sharon moaned softly, tilting her pelvis and gently moving her hips side to side, while using her ankles to pull him fully into her, silently urging him to join her. She found her eyes locked on Tom's, instead of the screen, and was sure there was more emotion than just her being a fuck toy in the young man's gaze. She felt the heat of his release, deep inside, spurring her into her own climax.