Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17C

Then he had moved his hand, and she had known without looking that her breast was exposed... that Z was showing her off to Tomas. There had been a shiver, almost a climax, leaving her mind reeling.

Mercifully Z had not pushed her that day, although that meant she had not been able to have sex with him, either. Catherine had nearly thrown herself at him Saturday when he had knocked on the door. His friends had been in tow, though, and she had found herself in the basement with the guys and her brother. She had barely suppressed a squeal when Z had slipped his hand into her pants, his long finger teasing over her ass to play with her pussy until she had been literally dripping wet, all with her brother sitting on her other side.

As her need had built, she had whimpered, tilting her hips, pressing her sex back against Z's fingers. He had managed to tease the underside of her hungry clit, and she had twitched through a near silent orgasm, which she thought she had managed to hide until she had seen Trump and Toro, eyeing here with barely restrained leers.

When Scott volunteered to get pizza the others had agreed, and so Catherine had found herself putting a show on for the second day running. Z had stopped her before she had really gotten going, and she had reluctantly let him strip her shirt and bra off, telling herself that it was dark in the rec room and his knees would mostly hide what she was doing.

As before, Z had erupted without warning, and it had been a struggle to get it down without leaving a mess on her face. He had drawn it out, compared to the day before, and Catherine had still been panting, her shirt on without bothering with the bra when Scott had bounded down the stairs with the food.

It had not been a surprise after that when Z demanded some 'attention' when everyone except her brother was hanging at Z's that evening. And Catherine was more mellow, too, since they had managed to get away from the others shortly after her matinee performance long enough for Z to thoroughly fuck her in her bedroom.

Z had been sitting with his legs out, then, so that she found herself on her hands and knees, head bobbing in his lap. When he had stopped her, she had known why, shucking her T shirt and bra before diving back onto his big black cock. She had been working at him for a couple minutes when a hand had caught them hem of her skirt, flipping it up onto her ass.

Catherine had reared up, shocked that one of Z's friends had been so forward. Z just laughed, though, before pointedly looking down at his bare saliva slick cock.

"Sorry, conejita," Tomas shrugged from where he was sitting, "Can't see those chichis here. Show me los culos." Catherine began to lift the hem, even as she was moving back to take Z's cock into her mouth, but her boyfriend stopped her.

"Lose the skirt, little C," Z murmured. Catherine blinked, but she was also already obeying, pushing her skirt down off of her ass without sitting up. She was careful that the waistband of the lace thong she had chosen for what she thought would be a date stayed in place.

The head of Z's cock was pushing into her mouth when she heard Toro say 'Dale,' at about the same time Trump, who was on the other side complained that it wasn't fair. For another minute or two, Catherine had been distracted, worried Tomas or one of the others would try to take the thong off. It was not like she would have been able to resist, considering Z's fingers were twined through her hair, guiding just what he wanted.

He had changed the pattern again, too. Catherine had whined when he was suddenly pulling her off of his shaft by her hair. She rocked down onto her knees trying to ease the pressure, and aware that she was panting, with his swollen purpled cockhead an inch outside of her mouth. The thought of his painting her like that, in front of his friends...

"Give it to me baby," she urged, her voice a husky purr.

"So you want my cum, little C?" Catherine nodded as much as his grip allowed.

"I do, baby. Give me your black cum. Feed me, daddy!" He had been holding the base of his heavy shaft with his other hand, waving it just enough to keep Catherine distracted from anything more than getting his load in her mouth. She did not consider why he was holding himself like that until a beat after he had released the pressure he had been holding. And until the first heavy rope of his ejaculate burst from his cockhead. Catherine had reacted instinctively, mouth wide, tongue out, lifting her nose in her attempt to catch it. She managed it, too, which of course triggered hoots of delight from their audience. And having reversed the movement of her head, most of the second streamer had splattered Catherine's upper lip, nose, and cheek.

Only then had Z let go. The guys' cheers rang in her ears as Catherine made sure she got the rest, gently working his flagging cock until he pushed her away.

"C'mon, man, you gotta share that kind of skill," Trump pouted to Z's right. Catherine had mostly ignored the conversation as she hurried into the kitchen for a paper towel, one hand covering her face, her other arm crossed over her bare breasts. When she came out, trying to look nonchalant with an arm over her breasts, and the other hand in front of the lace crotch of her panties, Z had wolf whistled.

"Why the modesty, mija?" Tomas teased, "We've all seen it already." And she knew he was right, but she had planned to put her clothes back on. The bra and skirt had disappeared, none of the guys willing to admit they had it or knew who did, and so she had sat down beside her boyfriend again, defiantly refusing to bother with the T-shirt.

She had not seen Z on Sunday, but he had invited her back on Monday, since school was out for the holiday. Z's mother was pleasant but seemed uninterested in Catherine, even when she had helped to clean up the mess from the boys' breakfast. She had hoped the others would not be over until later, and as early as she had arrived, she had thought there would be some private time with Z.

It had not been sports on the television that morning, but one of the network's morning shows, and Z's mother stayed around a little longer as there was a 'man on the street' bit about the MLK holiday. The moment his mother left, though, Z flipped to another channel. It was not ESPN, but video music, and not the sort of music that even her brother sometimes watched at home. Catherine had been amused and intimidated at the number of scantily clad women violently shaking their ass, the overt sexuality making her wonder if it was porn.

Trump had grabbed a drink from the kitchen, and flopping back into his seat, he said, "I wonder if your little girlfriend can do that?" he gestured toward the television where a woman was twitching her ass at a seemingly impossible speed.

"Who cares," Z shrugged, tugging at the tie of his basketball shorts, "When she can do this..." he had pushed the trunks half down his thighs, "Like she does?" Catherine had no longer been surprised at what he expected... Honestly it had been hard to sit still waiting for his mother to leave, she was so excited at having a day to enjoy her boyfriend's amazing cock. So Catherine had moved to begin using her mouth, pausing when Z caught her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. "You're forgetting something, my little slut," he had scolded. Catherine froze, trying to guess what he meant, "Strip down," he had said, rolling his eyes, "Give my friends a nice show." Blushing furiously, but unable to tear her eyes from his bobbing cock, Catherine had done just that, stripping naked before she was allowed to begin slurping at his shaft.

Z's quiet voice had teased, 'was she hot?' 'did she want his cock?' spurring her on. When he had told her to play with herself, there had been no hesitation. He had warned her when he was about to cum, adding that he wanted her to keep sucking. Pleased that he was thinking about her like that, Catherine had obediently done just that, shivering in anticipation as she kept his amazing cock hard, a spear she could hardly wait to feel thrusting into her again. Her fingers had worked Catherine to the brink of her own release when Z had told her to climb up and fuck herself on him. And the pretty senior had immediately done just that, scrambling up onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and catching his waving cock, bringing it to her dripping needing pussy with the hunger she was becoming used to feeling all of the time. She had sighed, head dropping back as she felt him thrusting into her. His fingers came to rest on her breasts, fingers rolling and pinching her nipples as Catherine rode him.

Within a minute she had been grinding against him, body shuddering as she whined and moaned in orgasm. He had held still until her climax eased, whispering for her to keep riding him, which she had, arms draped over his shoulders, lost in her pleasure. Only when she was approaching another orgasm did he interrupt, hands slipping under her firm ass, lifting her off of his jutting cock. Catherine had whined, shimmying her hips in a useless effort to get him to let her continue.

"Turn around," Z had whispered, "Rid me the other way. And Catherine had done so, pausing only as she finished making her turn, her hand already grasping Z's cock, ready to impale herself again. Because she had opened her eyes, remembering for the first time that they were not alone. Z's hands had applied just the right pressure to the backs of her knees, then, and she moaned, sinking lower, two inches of his swollen cock pushing easily into her ready pussy. His hands were on her waist, then, guiding her as she settled fully onto his cock. He had pulled her back against his chest, hands rising to resume working her breasts as at his whispered direction Catherine had resumed riding him, rising and falling, each move bringing her closer to her release.

She had closed her eyes, embarrassed that the others were watching them have sex... and that she had not argued at all, letting it happen, wondering with a little thrill if having them watch was why doing it this way was so exciting... felt so good. Reading her body perfectly, Z had spoken again as Catherine's next climax crested,

"Open your eyes, baby." Catherine had reflexively, and the moan of her release had caught in her throat as she found herself staring at Z's friends. Or more accurately at their naked cocks; in front and to each side; the other boys were fisting their erections, watching her with undisguised desire. She whimpered, but could not stop, even when the rational part of her mind noted they were wanking themselves time with her rising and falling on Z's cock. Her climax broke then, the pleasure demanding her entire attention, preventing her begging Z to wait, to take her to the bedroom.

"There you go guys," Z had crowed after he had finished a few minutes later, bringing Catherine off again with him in a mutual climax that had left the panting, naked senior unable to focus enough to cover herself when he dumped her onto her side on the couch before standing naked to saunter toward the apartment's only bathroom, "Happy MLK day, another step toward realizing the dream." The others had laughed, Trump and Paul teasing that Tomas had gotten a 'free pass.'

Catherine had only managed to sit up, cupping a hand over her leaking sex and contemplating using paper towels in the kitchen to clean up when Z came out a few minutes later.

"You cock-teasing bitch," he had scolded, "Look at you, flaunting yourself in front of my crew like that!" Embarrassed, Catherine still could not bring herself to argue that he had been n the bathroom.

"It's okay," Tomas had leered from where he was lounging, his spent cock lying heavily on his shorts, "She can come clean me up first."

"Yeah, little tease should clean us all up," Trump crowed, "She's why we look like this."

The way Z had looked- contemplating his friends' suggestion- had haunted Catherine's dreams in the following days, in part because more than once she had watched herself eagerly crawling over to begin licking Toro's jism off of his hand and cock. Z had not pushed her, though, laughing instead.

"Nice try, but she already gave you your gift for the day." And she had felt a perverse pride as he continued, "Told you she was the hottest thing you'd ever seen." No one had argued. Z's weird game had put a final end to what might have happened had Catherine not gotten back into her clothes. "Shit, she's almost as good as her mom," he had assured the others, laughing at Catherine's outrage. She had scooped up her clothes, hiding in the bathroom as much to get over being angry at his teasing as to clean up.

In the almost month that had followed, Catherine had gotten so used to fucking Z with his friends watching and wanking it seemed normal. Besides, they were still enjoying private time. She especially liked it when Z would drop by ostensibly to visit Scott. Her brother had been remarkably cool with his new best friend slipping upstairs to bone his sister, but then the procession of pretty but dumb cheerleaders and drill team girls Z had somehow brought to Scott's doorstep could not have hurt. However Z had managed it did not matter, so long as he kept giving her that amazing cock. Even though it meant she had to keep quiet, Catherine was not sure she had ever climaxed like she had the first time she had offered herself to Z on her canopy bed...

Except for the time he had insisted she go to the window. Her room was at the front of the house. It had been a Saturday morning, when Z had 'slept over' watching movies and games with Scott and their friends in the rec room. The other friends had still been asleep, but apparently her dad had gotten Scott up to help him shovel the snow from the night before off of the drive.

Still wearing her sleep shorts and a thin VS sleep T, Catherine had welcomed her stealthy visitor when he had slipped into her bed. Z was seldom interested in much foreplay, which suited her own desires perfectly. She had pouted when Z stopped, insisting she get out of bed, only relenting when he had promised she would still get to enjoy his cock. He had guided her to the window, and the noises of shoveling, which Catherine had not really recognized before, were made clear at the same moment Z's big hands had slipped up under her shirt to begin kneading her breasts, fingers tweaking her erect nipples.

Shocked at the thought that her brother of father might look up and see what was happening, Catherine had managed a step back, her ass coming flush against Z's thighs and the ready erection she had been hungry for moments earlier. Ready for Catherine to balk, Z had pinched her nipples hard enough that Catherine had moaned, flexing at the waist as her boyfriend used them like a leash, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her hands caught the sill, her face closer to the window than it had been before, as Z pressed one hand against the small of her back, keeping her from moving as he used the other to yank her shorts down her muscular thighs to her knees.

There had been a moment's pause as he pushed his own shorts down, after which he had used his foot to force her shorts down to her ankles. She had stepped out of them without a though, aware that behind her he was hard and ready to take her. Reluctance vanished; Catherine had thrust her ass back, wiggling it invitingly, looking back over her shoulder.

"Naw, slut," Z had breathed, his lips close to the back of her neck as he loomed over her, looking out of the window with her, "Look out there." She had obeyed, and he had rewarded her by pushing his big black cock into her from behind. Arching her back, Catherine had welcomed his thrust, humping back, a quiet moan of delight escaping her throat. Z had not paused, pushing deeper, his thighs pressing against her ass at the bottom of his first stroke. And even then he had pressed forward, driving Catherine closer to the window. She had whimpered, certain he was not going to stop until her chest was against the glass. The thought of the cold against her nipples had built her arousal, and at that moment she had realized she would have let her lover push her top up, baring her breasts scarcely forty feet from her brother and father.

Instead, Z had set a steady pace, fucking into her as she held steady looking out at the neighborhood. When the neighbor had driven past, waving, she had moaned in the realization that it was not just her family that could see her. The knowledge that the driver had no idea what he had seen spurred her on. Bracing on one hand, she had reached down to play with her clit as Z fucked into her.

The big senior football star had kept his hands, busy, reaching up under her shirt again, groping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He changed tempo, holding himself buried fully in her dripping sex long enough to lean forward to nip at the back of her neck. Catherine had never considered she might find that exciting, but it was. She had moaned that she was cumming on just the third or fourth touch. A part of her had wanted to turn, to climb onto Z's muscular body and impale herself so that they could kiss... so he could suck on her nipples. But what was happening simply felt too good for her to even speak.

She had cum again before Z had used his knees to force her legs farther apart. She was left almost hanging from the window sill, her ass so low that with each lunge Trevor lifted her off of the floor. He had laughed as she had struggled to be quiet during her second climax.

"Worried they'll hear?" he taunted her, panting, "What'll daddy say... when he looks up and sees... his little girl... getting off in front of the window?" Catherine's muscles had twitched at that, leaving her shocked- could she really be even more aroused at the thought of her father seeing her like this? "Gonna have your... brother... beating off... imagining you... in the window like this." Blushing at the awful thoughts even as her body began to twitch, Catherine had moaned, head dropping, fingers digging into the window sill.

Z had cut loose with her, then, his release a heat she could feel. He had pulled out, still firing, painting the back of her t shirt with part of his load, the streamers still so powerful that his next jumped over her shoulder to spatter the window. A hand cupped against her leaking pussy, forehead against the wall beneath the window, Catherine had wondered if the last thing she had seen, her dad looking up, his hand moving as if to wave, had been real. She had been too embarrassed to sit up and wipe the window clean, and when she did sit up after another minute, she had groaned again, but in discomfort; the position she had held herself as Trevor had finished fucking her had left her thighs and forearms so sore that she was still moving gingerly when she came down to breakfast almost an hour later.

Trevor had smiled, and she had thought for a moment he would tease her about it, but instead it had been her father who had asked what was wrong. Mercifully, he had seemed to accept her stammered explanation that she had overdone a Jubilee Michaels work out video the night before.

It had been while breakfast was winding down, that Z had caught her attention. He had gotten up and was standing behind her father and Scott at the edge of the island. Winking at her, he had mimed draping himself over the heavy granite surface before stepping back, hips pumping as if he was behind her, fucking her in the kitchen. And despite the presence of her family, Catherine's body had responded almost as powerfully as her mind, imagining how it would feel.

The memory brought Catherine back to the moment. Trevor's perfect cock was still driving into her. She was draped over the island just as he had mimed that morning not so long ago. But Donald was at the edge of the island, closer than he had ever been while she and Z were having sex. She turned her head in humiliation to find that Toro was almost as close on the other side. She realized both young men were opening their pants.