Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17C

"You didn't wait, pendejo," Tomas complained, which made Z laugh.

"Would you?" he snorted, "This is my Valentine... Gotta get mine first." He spanked Catherine's right hip sharply, "She gets off better when there are people watching anyway, don't you, my slut?" Catherine blushed, refusing to nod, even as she asked herself if what Z was saying was true. Because she was close again. The thought distracted what she had been wondering about: what had Z meant when he said 'first'?

"Where are your Valentines?" Trevor asked his friends, both of whom, shrugged rather than answer. "Two big strapping seniors? Guys with a future? That's a shame," He had slowed his thrusting, and Catherine whined, pushing back, wanting it harder. Needing it. "That's a fuckin' crime... But we have a solution... Gotta be there for my boys, right, C?" His movements were maddeningly slow, now, barely pushing in, then easing out without pause. She nodded her head, then gasped,

"Yes!"

"That's my girl," He pushed into her with a little more force, and held himself buried, eliciting a low moan. "Guys?" Catherine had no idea what they were doing. Some dap? Toro chuckled, as she grasped from watching Trump that they had played rock paper scissors. Her body was abruptly swept across the granite, nipples coming to rest on a surface not warmed by her body heat as Z pivoted her to the left, using their joined bodies as the pivot. She gasped, mouth open scant inches from Toro's erect cock.

"Suck it, my little slut," Trevor demanded, "Give my friend his Valentine's gift." He twitched his hips, cock buried fully as he spoke. Catherine closed her eyes and mouth, managing to shake her head 'no.' She wanted it to be a test... that Z thought she might cheat on him. Which she wouldn't. He spanked her ass more sharply than before.

"Did you say no, slut?" Catherine managed to shake her head yes. "So you get off having them watch, but won't help them out? What do we call that?" Catherine shook her head refusing to even guess. "You're a little tease, slut... A cock tease. That isn't very nice, is it?" Catherine bit her lip. She had opened her eyes again, Toro's erection inches from her face, exuding power.

"Catherine Lisa," Trevor said ominously, and Catherine twitched, shaking her head automatically, "My little slut, do you like my cock?" He sawed in and out a full stroke, pausing again buried, somehow holding her need just at the edge. Catherine nodded, prompting a spank.

"Yes!" she gasped, ass twitching involuntarily, "I love your big black cock." She moaned as Trevor fucked in and out again and again.

"You want it, then?" She nodded, adding a whimpered 'yes.' "Then you'll do what I say." Catherine whimpered, the sound rising to a whine as Z pulled out of her entirely, the blunt head of his cock brushing maddeningly against her splayed inner labia. "And I said: Suck his cock." Z's hand was set at the small of Catherine's back, pinning her in place as he went on teasing her, reminding her of how close she was, reminding her of her need. She tried to push back onto him, but Z easily stayed back, just touching her sex. "Unh, unh uh," he scolded, spanking her ass, "If you want my cock..." She knew what was expected... what she needed to do. She was no cocktease. Trevor wanted her to do this.

Catherine lifted her head, mouth opening as Toro stepped against the edge of the island, feeding her his erect cock. She sucked, tongue swirling, shivering at the sound of his moan of pleasure, and at her own as Z patted her ass approvingly, seating himself fully in Catherine's hungry cunt. He held himself buried as she worked at Toro's fat cock, head bobbing, slurping noisily.

Catherine's body was twitching, climax pushed over the edge by the return of Z's cock, somehow accentuated and prolonged by the way he held himself inside of her and by what was thrust into her mouth. She was aware of Trevor and Trump talking, but did not care what was being said; the thought that she could not seem to push aside was 'Perfect.' There was only a dim fear at the thought... a 'parent tape' internalized to guide her behavior, the phantom of her mother's voice scolding that she was not a slut. Tomas grunted above her, pushing forward, his cock to the edge of her throat as she moaned, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft and she responded by sucking at him more hungrily.

Toro did not last more than two minutes before he filled the still writhing beauty's mouth with his load. Trevor had resumed thrusting in and out, a steady, easy pace that let Catherine focus on getting his friend off. Tomas' eruption came without warning, but she automatically swallowed it down, never backing off until she had gotten every drop of it, when the panting young man stepped back, leaning heavily against the refrigerator.

Catherine tilted her hips, welcoming Z's still thrusting cock, wanting him to fuck her harder, now that she had done what he wanted. She gasped when instead his hands caught her trim waist, again, pivoting her the other way on the island. Her nipples tingled where they came to rest once more on cool granite. Her eyes were already fixed on Trump's cock; not as big as Z, but bigger than anything she had ever seen before her lover had shown her what a real cock was like.

He was less gentle than Tomas had been, thrusting hungrily into her mouth, rather than letting her set the pace, and he seemed to delight in holding himself in her throat, as if wanting to scare her. And it would have been frightening, except that Z had picked up the pace, and Catherine was struggling to focus on sucking Trump off as another climax built within her.

As her orgasm broke moments later, the pair using her humped harder and faster, as if racing one another to the finish. Trump did not last as long as Toro had before he cut loose, backing out to spray her face with a portion of his load. Catherine was not really aware of it, though, because Trevor had gone still, buried fully, and the familiar, delicious heat was filling her pelvis.

She lay panting when they stepped back, draped over the island, a hand pressed weakly against her sex. She blinked, realized she was staring blankly at the windows looking out to the driveway... at the light washing through the windows in a short arc before lighting the garage door as a car turned into their drive.

Squealing, she slid off of the island to crouch beside it, eyes searching for any clothing she had left behind. The others were gone, and after a moment she heard the muffled sound of the rec room entertainment center. Staying low, she scuttled out of the kitchen and to the stairs, heart racing at how close she had come to getting caught, and aware of a tickle of arousal that the thought triggered as she escaped to the bedroom to clean up.

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Author's Note:

I confess, I had expected more pushback about the end of 17B, but the last little sizzle was taking too long to find time to write, and I wanted to get Sharon's fans more of her story, so I shorted you that last scene. And thanks for not grilling me about it, I hope this little vignette makes up for it.

Honestly I had intended to get it out FOR Valentine's, but life gets in the way (though in a perverse reality when I work nights it's EASIER to write some of the time).

Thanks for the suggestions, as always. RP, your Mary G 'sinspiration' was spot on. And again I encourage someone to take up the gauntlet, write about her friends, her instructor, the other BZ Bitches... lots of possibilities here that won't ever get explored otherwise.

Pax!

RA

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