Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17A

"I don't think I could do it like that for as long as it will take," she warned. Bernie smiled, eyes wandering over her body, and moved his finger in a lazy circle.

"Try turning around, then," he suggested. Sharon did, straddling the big man, and shivering at the pleasure as his cock thrust up inside of her snugly. Her ass came to rest on his thighs. His legs were spread, and the way it forced her own apart increased the pressure on her distended sex. She clung to him, no longer caring about the exercise, or that they were in a public gym. She wanted nothing more than to have the ZB hammer into her until they were both sated.

Chuckling, Bernie lifted slightly, almost getting Sharon off, as he caught hold of the bar over their heads. He settled, lifting the big stack of plates slightly. "Lean back, now," he warned, and began to pull the bar down, in front of his face. Calves pressed tight against his, the white wife obeyed, her ass barely on the seat, leaving her torso hanging out in space. She clenched her abdominal muscles, sitting back up as he let the bar rise. She started back when he began the next pull down, but he shook his head, hips coming up adding pressure against her stretched cunt as he brought the bar down behind his head.

She found the pace, lean back, sit up, settle, repeat as he did a twelve rep set. She clung to him, hips pumping at him as he rested, clearly amused at her eager response. She nearly came with the second set, except the complaint of her abdominal muscles from the repeated slow sit up maneuver was distracting her. And by the end of the third set, she feared with each forward pull down she might find herself unable to sit back up. Covering her straining abdomen with one hand, she could feel his glans seeming to press against her fingers barely below her pierced navel.

"Oh God," she husked, her every breath by then trailing into a moan. She did not have the strength to lift up between reps any longer, lying suspended in the air by the short end of the bench and the anchoring spear of Bernie's cock. Sharon's eyes rolled back, as her body began to tremble from the exertion of holding the position. She was barely aware when the big frat member lifted, gently releasing the bar before slipping his hands under her sides, pulling up her upright again, and holding her impaled as he stood up from the machine. Sharon's ankles dangled limply until he began to walk forward.

She raised them, then, cinching against the backs of his thighs, and wrapping both arms around his neck . She was panting, and sighed in pleasure at the sensation of his cock shifting inside of her with each step. The ZB pet wife whined in protest when Bernie lifted her off of his cock, but obediently lowered her legs. He spun her as he set her down, and she found she was between the skids of the back extension machine. Stomach muscles still trembling from the recent exertion, she braced her hands on the pad as Bernie walked over to the wall of dumbbells. He returned with a pair. Watching over his shoulder as he approached, Sharon saw that each had the number '50' on it. He stepped between the skids as well.

"Don't make me put this down to spank that ass," he growled, "Get up and start doing your exercises." Blinking, both anxious and nearly giggling at the absurdity of it, the aroused white wife set her feet on the angled plate behind Bernie. He was positioned between her legs, and she was glad the machine was as wide as it was. It was set for a taller person, but that was all right with Sharon, since it meant more support on her abdomen. And as Bernie moved up between her legs, pushing her thighs farther apart, she was also glad that the pad was not going to keep him from...

"Ohhh!" Sharon moaned as Bernie filled her up once again. She wanted to lay there, letting the pad support her weight. Bernie's hips flexed against her, burying his impressive cock. "Yesss!" Sharon husked, lifting her ass, welcoming the thrust.

"Lift," Bernie demanded, and Sharon obeyed. He was executing a curl with the dumbbells, and the weights passed sufficiently close to Sharon's shoulders her lifting gave him room to complete the rep. She fixed her eyes on the dull gray metal of the dumbbell to her left, letting her body follow it's course... up, pause, down, pause. The third time she extended her back, she moaned, the increased pressure of her thighs against the pad and Bernie's thighs against her ass meant his cock was applying pressure to her clit from inside her sex. Nodding her head, hungry to have the sensation repeat, she dropped to the pad more quickly than the dumbbell, almost hitting the weight with her arm. Bernie chuckled behind her, and added an intentional thrust on his next repetition.

Sharon's body twitched, on the edge of a long delayed climax. She was at the peak on the next repetition, and then, before Bernie had completed half of his first set, he had their pet white wife thrashing and crying out as she came. He rotated his hands, making sure the weights cleared her semi-prone form, her body suspended only by the extension machine's pad. She was still cumming when Bernie finished his first set, and by then the swimmer was more than ready to finish as well. He let the weights drop, careful to do so onto the pads surrounding the back machine. Even so, the thud as they hit echoed in the room.

By that time, though, the frat member had caught hold of Sharon's waist. He began to lunge into her fully, pushing her higher on the extension support, until her feet came off of the plate, waving uselessly as he took her. Sharon was moaning endlessly, the sound interrupted each time Bernie thrust into her. Her head dropped lower as more of her torso was pushed off of the back extension pad, a human see saw with Bernie's cock her pivot point.

Bernie shouted and went still as he finished, pulsing deep inside of Sharon. He held himself buried until he was spent, then slipped out, chuckling at the way the white wife remained draped over the back extension pad, her head at nearly the level of her feet. He moved around to the front of the station, his wet cock at the level of Sharon's face. Eyes half closed, Sharon still knew what was expected; she gobbled him into her mouth, deftly sucking him clean.

Aware that his semen was threatening to drip out of her loose seam, she clenched her thighs together, and the moment Bernie stepped away, she struggled off of the pad and onto her feet, looking around the room with growing anxiety as reason returned. Her panties and shorts were puddled by the incline bench. She glanced at the window along the longer wall of the gym, wondering who had seen them as she rushed awkwardly to collect her shorts, not wanting to drip on the exercise mats. She paused, holding her shorts, wondering if she should put them on there or go back to the locker room.

Dimly she had heard the noise of the security door at the far end of the hall outside of the gym and the voices of other students coming to exercise. That made the choice easy. Ignoring her water bottle and towel, the semi-nude white wife threw Bernie a smile as the big man climbed onto an exercise bike.

"Better get cleaned up or you'll have to offer an encore," he teased her, nodding toward the windows and the sounds indicating others' approach. Sharon giggled, then dashed the final few steps into the women's locker room, which was mercifully empty. By the time she finished cleaning up, fervently hoping she looked like she had been exercising rather than fucking, Bernie was gone.

She had collected her towel and water bottle, but any consideration of continuing with her arm exercises was quickly ended at how tender her abdominal muscles were already. And at the stares of the three young men who were clearly lifting more than they should be attempting in an effort to impress her. Hiding her amusement, Sharon headed down the corridor to the exit, wondering if Bernie really had been there getting ready to swim, and if she should add laps to her exercise regimen. She remembered seeing Mary being taken in her pool, and resolved to do just that, even if she did not have a swim suit.

Sharon paused at the stoop of her little home. She could hear the thump of the stereo through the door, and she knew she had not had it on when she had left. She kept the volume on the television down because she worried her neighbors would wonder just what was going on if they were not already suspicious. But the idea of an uninvited guest did not concern her, except for a momentary worry about whether she could satisfy Shaun or Dave. And that thought led to a giggle, as she reminded herself of the zoo orgy.

Pressing a hand against her crotch, aware that the prospect was getting her excited, Sharon opened the door. Seeing her guest, she squealed like a school girl and ran the few steps, throwing her arms around her friend, not caring that the door was standing open.

NEXT: Valentine's Day surprise for Chris

Afterword:

Here is part of the chapter, gang. My apologies for it being so slow. The storytelling to get from New Year's to Valentines was more than I thought, and continuing Stormbringer's story was more seductive. I hope that our heroines continue to be clearly different people. And there will be more for Sharon. But after Valentine's what I am trying to set up for her Spring Break will again take some time.

As ever thanks to the readers who enjoy Sharon enough to send encouragement and suggestions. I have them on my scratch pad, and many find their way into the stories. As ever, write your own chapters, spin offs what have you. Scipio was most generous, as has Stormbringer, in letting me play with their characters, and these women you have cheered on and lusted after are your characters, too. D, did you see your bit in this chapter? RP, my apologies for making you wait so long.

Hope you enjoy this one, and keep an eye peeled, more is on the way.

RA