Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16A

"Ahhhh!" Sharon shivered , thrashing gently over her friends' backs. She looked down, giggling at how similar her own twitching stomach looked to that of the young woman having sex on the screen.

"Yeah!" the young man on screen gave a hoarse shout, holding himself against his conquest, who was twitching and moaning, obviously cumming as well. "Take it, my sexy little cunt!" He held himself there, not moving.

"Oh my God... cumming again... cumming too... I can feel your cum... So good..." He chuckled quietly at the young woman's obvious pleasure and surprise, then backed out, tilting his hips as his cockhead pulled free, still firing. The purpled crown bumped up over the girl's clit as a streamer of his jism painted her stomach, followed by another that spattered her right breast.

"Open your mouth," he demanded, and she obeyed, her mouth visible at the upper edge of the screen. There was a gasp of surprise, and her body shifted down, the young man obviously having caught her by the waist, yanking her ass and hips off of the bed. The crown of his drooling cock came to rest on the young woman's chin.

Sharon blinked at the erotic image of his jism smeared over her lips. She licked her own, wishing she could taste Tom, in the moment before Lisa lifted her head, smiling in the unfocused gaze of the recently pleasured.

"That's just for you, you swear?" She was looking right at the camera.

"Shit yeah," the familiar voice snorted, "Cept I'll give your mom a copy." Lisa rolled her eyes, but licked at his cock instead of arguing.

"God, Z, that was amazing... And you're still cumming..." She opened her mouth and began to suck at him without hesitation.

"Yeah," Sharon realized it was Trevor's voice. She stared at the screen in growing shock, "Don' worry... There's more where that came from... Gonna sex you up good." The image spun, showing the young football star's reflection in a dresser mirror. They were in a plain bedroom, and Zeke was still between Sharon's daughter's spread thighs. Lisa's head began to bob, her petite hands having caught Zeke's ass for support as the young black man leered at everyone in the mirror. There was a boxy silver camera on some sort of head gear. "Yeah, your mom's gonna get off on this like she did on my cock earlier today..."

Sharon shook her head from side to side. It was not possible. It could not be. Not her daughter. That was not how it had happened... was it?! The world swirled, and Sharon levered herself upright.

" Lisa!" the anguished cry escaped her throat as Sharon's body jerked, head pushing forward. She blinked, aware of a monotonous hum and point lights overhead, directed to her right, with similar focused lights in the near distance ahead of her and to her right. She could not consider whether it was a nightmare or a memory, though... barely remembered what she had been seeing because of the pain. She was pinned at the waist, and her abrupt attempt to stand had kept all of the torque of that motion in her torso.

Her shout became an anguished whine as pain exploded through her consciousness. Her chest was on fire. It hurt so badly she could not breathe. And reflexively pressing her right forearm against it only increased the agony.

Her left arm felt heavy and unresponsive. She tried to move again, dimly aware she was leaning close against a curved wall. "Oh God, it hurts!" She gasped, afraid to let go of her chest, even as every shift and change in pressure amplified her pain. Leaning away from the wall, she blinked, registering there was a small oval window... she was on an airplane? It explained the monotonous hum.

"Here, sugar," a long nailed hand appeared in her field of view, holding a pair of small blue pills. She looked at the woman—her age, but with dark hair. She looked familiar, but Sharon did not know her. She took the pills without question, in part because the flight attendant was suddenly in the aisle, looking at them pointedly. Dave leaned forward, from his aisle seat.

"Sorry, Miss," he smiled, "Our friend had some surgery, and she slept through when we should have given her the next pain meds." Sharon started to shake her head 'no' but then she remembered the clinic. She looked down, unable to suppress a moan at the obvious change to her chest; her top barely fit. And she was braless. She forced herself to pull her arm away from her chest, hissing at the brief flare of greater pain. There was another flare as she lowered her arm, trying to offer greater support of her breasts, thinking maybe that would help with the pain. The flight attendant seemed relieved— and not surprised—at the cause of Sharon's outburst.

She looked at the other woman again, who was holding out a half emptied glass of she assumed water. Sharon remembered seeing the other woman on the flight out. Had Dave said she was a new recruit for the fraternity? It did not make sense, but then neither did the jealousy Sharon felt that the other woman was between she and the frat member.

The plane bumped through some turbulence, which made her pain flare, and Sharon stopped worrying about anything else. She was close to crying out the pain was still so bad. She put both pills in her mouth and swallowed, chasing it with the water. And realized it was not water but vodka. She coughed, which sharply amplified her pain. She stared at Dave and the woman in horror, knowing she should not be drinking and taking narcotics!

"It'll help, sugar," the woman said patronizingly, her eyes fixed on Sharon's bust before they rose to meet Sharon's accusing gaze. She patted the distraught housewife's thigh. "Just try to relax," she shimmied her chest, "The pain goes away before long. And trust me," she added with a wide smile, "It's worth it."

Sharon sat back, willing herself not to react to the woman's words, or the stares of the strangers across the aisle. She thrust her anger at the distant way Dave was behaving out of her mind, trying to come to grips with what she had been dreaming.

It had to have been a dream... right? She would have remembered seeing that. The plane jolted again and she gritted her teeth, willing the medication to start working. Had Trevor really fucked her daughter the same day he had last used her? Had she really gotten off on Tom's big cock while watching it happen? Why had she not remembered it before? What else had happened in the... weeks since?! For that matter, what had happened to her?

Mercifully the meds were going to work. As the pain receded, she found herself feeling totally spent, and let her head sag against the bulkhead trying to remember what she knew vs. what she had dreamed. In her mind, the scene changed slightly... she had been raised up onto the stage... had been positioned on her friends' backs. She remembered seeing the screen on the wall, but the image had been upside down. She remembered cumming strongly, and getting close to cumming again. She remembered urging Tom to join her. And then... Sharon moaned softly, as she remembered Nancy Eller stepping into her field of view.

In addition to the crop she had been using, the English professor was holding a rigid shaft at least eighteen inches long, and maybe an inch in diameter. It had glowed a bright purple near her grip and in a line at each side of the shaft that ran to a brighter purple ball of light at the end.

"So the teacher's pet is about to cum?" Sharon remembered her mentor asking imperiously. Sharon had nodded, embarrassed to remember how her hips were humping against Tom's steady thrusts. Beyond them the couple on screen were thrashing together in their own mutual climax. The sounds of couples and larger groups following their lead seemed to fill the auditorium.

"Well let's see how you like a little push from my violet wand..." And with that, Professor Eller had deftly brought the bulbous tip of the shaft she was holding to the hood of Sharon's aroused clit. There was a snap... an audible shock unlike anything Sharon had ever experienced. Her body had convulsed from her sex outward. And Tom had reacted as well, grunting a moment before he had begun to explode into her.

Sharon struggled to hold onto the memory... It was not a ghost, and was not really a dream. It was a real memory, hazed by the power of her own climax. She remembered, collapsing back, her entire being surrendering to the enormous climax still wracking her body and mind. She whimpered, because the beautiful young woman who had just put on such an amazing show for the ZB New Year's parties across the nation, her face slack from her own sexual release, had been on the screen... and it was undoubtedly her daughter.

Instead of blocking the memory as some combination of psychic defenses had from the morning of the New Years party until Sharon's initial residual propofol augmented dream after take off, the pain meds and Sharon's fatigue left her idly examining the memory, as if it was someone else. She lapsed back to sleep wondering if her daughter was already as thoroughly ensnared as she was, if it was what she wanted, and what she could do about it, if anything.

"I guess we should have given her the meds sooner," Dave allowed, relieved that Sharon had quickly settled back to sleep and that the attention of their fellow passengers had moved back to their personal concerns.

"I couldn't believe she was up and moving," Mary replied, looking at Sharon in admiration, "I was on my back for three days after I got my tits," she thrust her chest out as she said it, as if to remind Dave of her breasts. "But then my ex-husband had his tonsils out last year and went home the same day. I remember staying in the hospital for a few days when I had them out as a kid," she shrugged, then shook her head again, "She really banged her surgeon?" Dave had shown her some of the footage that he had captured of the impromptu screwing his pet housewife had offered before he had retrieved her. "Those were better drugs then they ever gave me," the new recruit said, shaking her head.

Dave warned her with a look to be quiet. Mrs. Gardner giggled, looking around the plane of tired fellow passengers.

"You kidding? This is a flight back from Vegas... It maybe morning, but everyone is half asleep. We could do it right here and no one might notice as long as we were quiet." Dave just shook his head, although the knowledge that having 'entertained' an entire chapter of the frat in Sin City for the weekend had not left her too tired to at least consider more sex and more daring sex was reassuring.

He had more than a guess why Sharon had shouted her daughter's name a few minutes before. Honestly, he had been surprised their pet wife had not been angrily demanding that they stop ruining her daughter from the afternoon of 1 January... obviously she had somehow not known what she had seen. He realized the married—newly divorced, to be more accurate—woman beside him was masturbating in her seat. Yes, Mrs. Mary Gardner—there was no reason to let on that she was no longer married—was going to work nicely. He decided he should get her dancing, and smiled at the thought of a mirror image team as blonde Sharon and brunette Kelly... Not at Go's... at least not at Snake Eyes. But there were other clubs, and with a broader smile he also admitted he had just the right younger blonde to work with Mary, as long as their sex addicted volunteer could follow instructions. Kelly had been more than capable of helping to get Sharon fully ensnared, so he knew that it could work, but only time would tell if another chapter in the ZB's phenomenal success of the year was about to be written...

POST:

Shorter but not short, I know, gang. Figured waiting for a full chapter was not necessarily fair, and there were some loose ends that could be tied up, AND some new threads that could be dangled. Chapter 17 is under way. And for fans of Ann, Recession Blues Chapter 4 is, as well... had questions about 'where is chapter 3'... the last posting was both chapters 2 and 3. As always, hope you enjoy. I welcome suggestions and honest criticism. As for the trolls... what's the saying? Haters gonna hate. And as ever, grab one of these characters and spin off a story? How were Sharon's friends ensnared? What happened to Mary in Vegas? What has Kelly done while away from Sharon? And on and on and on.

Regards, RA