Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 18

Under him, Sharon shuddered, moaning as the young man's thrusting cock built her to the edge of another delicious climax. The clinical detached professional part of Sharon's brain warned he was getting close. She knew that he had been before- close enough that any of a dozen little tricks she could have employed without conscious thought would have ended it several minutes before. Sharon bit her lip, welcoming the thrusting power of him, thighs slapping her ass, his manhood touching her in just the way that she needed.

Before it would have been too soon, so she had not given the coquettish moan that got so many off before they wanted to cum. She had not arched her back, husked a 'God that's good,' or 'Fuck me, baby, give it to me!' She had not gone stiff, breath catching. She had not pushed back; had not turned her head to make eye contact offering an 'O face' as Kelly called it. More subtly, she had not used her pelvic muscles to milk him, and had not reached down to tease his pistoning shaft with her nails, the most surefire way to wrap up even the most controlled stud intent on making her cry uncle.

As her back did arch, but out of genuine pleasure, Sharon blushed, aware that she had not wanted it to end. He was not as skilled as Shaun, and was not as dominating as Dave; he certainly not as big as Tom or Go. Feeling the tempo of his thrusting break down, aware of his breath panting above her, Sharon found herself wondering what had been so wonderful about this? Because it was wonderful. Was it that she had not expected it? No, despite his really needing to study, if a ZB member knocked on her door, she was going to be doing more than studying. That he was so young and eager? They were all young and wonderfully eager.

Something, though. She was aware she had not checked the clock, had not put on a show. She had seen herself fucking on the television enough that she knew relatively where most of the cameras had been secreted, and usually- even with the frat members- she played it up, making faces and noises for those watching live or later. The first tickle of her next climax had disrupted Sharon's thoughts, and she shimmied her impaled ass, welcoming his pistoning thrusts.

The smack of his hand on her haunch had shocked Sharon enough that she gasped. She looked back, shivering in pleasure, for the surprise had started her climax, but also at the power she felt in that moment, seeing his expression, an intensity in the eyes demonstrating his will to keep on fucking her- a young man used to having sublime and utter control over his body, and finding himself unable to keep from erupting with her.

"You ready, Tess?" Davonte managed to tease through gritted teeth, "Gonna knock you up, slut, show the world what a slut you are!" Sharon moaned, as much in recognition as real pleasure, because he had hit on what it was; as they were fucking, in her head she WAS Tess.. This was the pleasure so wonderful that e young woman gave up all hope of a real life to feel it just once- a pleasure worth the risk of being impregnated as desperate and real as the truth that she could not deny her need for black cock, despite what it could do to her marriage and life.

An irrational thought had surged to her consciousness.

"No, wait!" she had cried out, trying to rise up, putting a hand back as if to push him away- out of her. "I can't get preg..."

"Ahhhh!" he had groaned, burying himself in her, heedless of her attempt to get him to pull out, or was he more aroused because of it? The role playing housewife could not consider which was more likely as his release and the imagined reality of that release and what it mean redoubled her own final climax. Her body spasmed and twitched, welcoming Davonte's cum, responding as if there was a physical need for it. Sharon's elbows buckled and she collapsed over the arm of the couch into a cushion maintained lewd downward dog that she maintained when the young student pulled out of her after another moment.

Sharon had automatically flexed her dance and sex toned ass, arching her spine to tilt her pelvis enough to keep his semen from leaking onto the couch- it was shockingly expensive to have the fabric cleaned professionally, and the slimy guy who had answered her call from the yellow pages had been decidedly creepy, even when he was not making snide comments about how she had gotten things so filthy and did she need any 'other help' with 'anything else.'.

Sharon had still been flexed over the arm of her couch when the toilet flushed and Davonte sauntered naked into her front room a few minutes later.

"Wow," he had paused, smiling at the image of the sexy white housewife still positioned as if urging him to enjoy sloppy seconds. He had felt his cock shift at the consideration, but reached for his jeans.

Sharon had just managed to start thinking enough to check the clock, which had been a bit of a shock. She could still blush, appreciating the compliment, even as she had realized she needed to get cleaned up and on her way to one of the few classes she was still attending. Or more accurately, as she had realized that to get to that class she did not have time to clean up. She had stood, cupping her immediately flowing sex as she went past the young man who had just finished getting her off, taking her turn briefly in the bathroom before returning to the front room, carrying clean sweat pants after having donned a T-shirt..

The young stud who had needed help with his literature had managed to fuck her without real pause for nearly twenty minutes, and she was going to have to run or class would already have begun.

"So how does Tess feel?" he had given her a crooked smile as she tracked her panties down in the tangle of her own clothes between the coffee table and couch.

"Mmmm," she had purred, "I think she would say it was worth it." Davonte snorted.

"It was worth getting knocked up and having her life ruined?" he had challenged. Sharon had shrugged, pulling the panties up her legs, aware that the narrow thong crotch was going to do precious little to absorb any additional leakage from her just satisfied slit.

"Well, I think we established she would not have stayed asleep," she had said, "So the premise is wrong. She didn't sleep through it. She either woke up and enjoyed it, or she would've started screaming and hitting at him to stop the rape."

"I guess," Davonte had clearly not been convinced, "But you said in Victorian England they were hesitant to talk about it." Sharon had grabbed a hoodie puddled on the other side of the sectional.

"Well, I'm not pregnant, so I can't be Tess, anyway," she had tried to deflect. Of course Davonte had an answer for that as well.

"So you're saying hubby would be cool if he knew what we were just doing?" Sharon's heart rate had increased, but not because she thought he was making a threat. She was not really trapped was she? She could not be Tess! She had caught the much younger man eyeing her as she finished shrugging into the heavy cotton cover, and felt her own flash of arousal, almost a voice whispering 'skip class; fuck him again.'

"I'm saying..." she had pointed at his bag and Davonte had dutifully picked it up, heading to the door with her, "I'm having too much fun to stop, so I guess it's worth the risk, even if Chris finds out. Not that I want him to find out." She did not add 'because then I'd have to stop,' because she was not sure she could stop if she wanted. Damn, was she Tess? I'll just take it one day at a time, you know?" Davonte had nodded,.

"Well, that certainly works for me. You'll, uh, study with me again?". Once again the almost shy way these big athletic guys- guys who had already gotten to do all manner of naughty dirty things with her or knew she did *anything*- asked about future plans was endearing.

"You, my new stud, can study with me anytime Shaun says I have the time," she had assured him. "Now go see that professor about retaking the test. "

Davonte had gotten full credit for the Tess assignments and a low A on the test. He had also grudgingly retaken the test that had been such a disaster, improving so much on the retake he had appeared on her doorstep a week later bearing a clutch of flowers and had insisted on taking Sharon to dinner to celebrate. She had welcomed the evening away from her usual 'work' and especially enjoyed the multiple orgasms she had enjoyed afterward, first in the backseat of his car out front of her small place, and then again after a tipsy half naked dash across the front yard inside when the young man had taken her more dominantly, bending her over the back of the sectional rather than the lower cushioned arm. He had left her panting, struggling not to drip their mingled juices onto the linoleum behind the pit group, and she had only barely managed to get cleaned up after he had left before hearing the knock of the night's first guest.

She had started seeing more of the ZB frat members who needed to study thereafter. The guys usually appeared unannounced, with various class work. First Sharon had mused that she actually was tutoring, which made her smile considering what that had meant the prior semester. And she had found the situation was ideal, because to a man the frat members expected sex to be part of the deal- sex that was far better than what her other guests offered. She also found she truly enjoyed helping the hard partying ZB members, who were more... cuddly was the word she kept returning to, when they were with her one on one, even though they all had to know about the cameras. Watching one of them light up as he understood a question or how to do a problem reminded the sex addicted housewife of the times she had helped her own children not so long before; except the ZB seemed to actually appreciate her help, and their 'thanks' were given in much more immediate, as well as enjoyable way. Sometimes she was still helping them to study while they were fucking her.

And Sharon had her own homework to be studying, as well.

Two weeks after Sharon's return at Snake Eyes, Kelly had picked her up shortly after she had waved goodbye to a morning ZB tutorial guest. That was when Sharon had learned that Go wanted them to work up new routines, solo, duo, and even as a trio. She had assumed it was going to be Lisa dancing with them, and the young blonde was there when Sharon and Kelly got to the club to work on new numbers, but Lisa had insisted she was only 'marking the spot' for their third dancer.

It was technically demanding work, sharing the small stage with two other dancers, matching their movements and plotting the choreography, all with an eye on getting their audience to open their wallets. And while she had kept herself in better than average shape, Sharon found it was still a struggle to keep up with the younger women. The two days each week that Snake Eyes sponsored amateur night as well as Sundays were Sharon's off days, but the Fallen Angels' trained even those days. It was not always practicing at the club. The other women would meet at Sharon's place, where they could experiment with pole work and at least plot out the rest. As difficult as it was, preparing a striptease and practicing it had at some point become familiar for the cock addicted housewife who had welcomed the challenge.

Within the first week most of the new act was in place. They had kept at it, finding problems or potential problems and making changes or devising work-arounds. Sometimes they tried things that one or more thought would make what was already working flow better. At one point, Sharon had found herself making a running two step away from the end of the stage and dropping to her knees, laying back to slide between Lisa's legs as the young dancer strutted up the stage. Making it work without knocking into each other had taken most of two days, and Sharon had worried about how long it would take to polish those things with a new dancer, but the others had insisted it was going to be fine. There were bruises and floor burns for all but the show they had finally created was truly going to sizzle. Sharon knew they would keep making refinements, even after they were performing for real. By the start of the third week, Go's refusal to let them even 'tease' the new dance at the club had left Sharon increasingly impatient.

Just that day her frustration had boiled over. Satisfied with a new tweak, the other women were talking about something they had seen at the club. Chaffing at the Go's stupid rules, and maybe as much because Sharon had yet to actually see the big club owner since her return, Sharon had stalked away from the others lounging in her breakfast nook to grab a champagne pop from the fridge before she groused about still just cleaning the new dance. It was the second week of March, and Sharon was tired being told to be patient.

"I mean, c'mon, the guys paying to see us at Snake Eyes aren't exactly picky," she had wrinkled her nose, choosing not to mention some of the dancers who were truly awful and still had a dedicated following, "We could all dance rotating maybe a dozen songs and the place would still be packed." Kelly had laughed, asking why Sharon was so grouchy. Sharon had been suitably embarrassed- she was not about to admit she wanted the club owner's bent cock inside of her. And it was not like she was not getting good cock, after all. Despite the hours at the club and preparing their new dance, her tutoring was keeping Sharon pleasantly fulfilled.

"It's just stupid, not letting us actually do this," she had started. Before she could fabricate a suitable reason that is was stupid, though, her young lover had relented, pointing out that just maybe Go had something special in mind. That was when she had reminded the sex addicted, sleep deprived white wife that it was almost Spring Break. Kelly and Lisa had shared a look, and Sharon had known they knew more than they were letting on, but neither would say anymore, and they had left shortly thereafter, seemingly after Kelly had received a text. And it had been fortunate, since another football player needing help with a class had happened by a few minutes later.

Sharon glanced around in time to see Jazmyn duck out the door, headed for her next set. She tried to remember, guessing she was four or five dancers from her next turn. She checked the calendar on her iPhone. It was the tenth. A week and a day before Spring Break, and whatever surprise Go had for them. She ran her hand through her hair, wondering again what her dance partners knew. Kelly had told her they would do a duo set the next rotation, which meant a short turn around for her, but that was fine with Sharon. Before she really knew that had made the decision, the blonde housewife was striding out of the room.

"Hey, Sharon!" She heard Glory's voice, and knew by her tone Sharon knew that it was not the first time the other dancer had called her name.

"At least make them work a little for it," the more experienced dancer teased, throwing one of the thin cotton halters with the club logo splashed over the front across the room to the topless white wife. Sharon smiled her thanks and paused at the door long enough to shrug the flimsy garment over her augmented chest before striding into the dim hall She turned away from the stage and the path to the privates and the back room. She did not need to know that her nipples were visible against the fabric. They always were, by design, but at the moment they were so hard it was a struggle not to play with them as she moved into the hall toward the front of the building where the building's offices were clustered.

Go's office door was recessed enough that she was out of sight from either end of the hall as she paused, self consciously checking her hair with one hand while knocking with the other.

"Come," she heard the club owner's gruff voice, which itself was enough to spur her arousal. The wife reveled in the certainty that momentarily Go's big bent cock would be filling her up. Sharon turned the knob, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her, pushing the lock button on the knob.

"Well, if it isn't everyone's favorite Fallen Angel!" Go smiled at her from where he was seated behind his desk. Sharon nearly rushed forward, her need was so great. The heavyset older man was leaned back in his broad leather chair. "What brings you in tonight, sexy lady?"

"Someone had a sick kid," she shrugged, "So I volunteered. I don't dance for a bit, so I thought I might..." there was a thump at that moment, and Sharon's breath caught. She blushed, "Oh, I..." Go leaned forward, a hand dipping beneath the table, as he moved the chair forward. Sharon swore she could hear the gurgle of whatever woman was beneath the desk, and jealously wondered who it was. "The door was unlocked," she finished lamely. Go just smiled more broadly.

"What's life without risk, right?"

"I, uh, guess you're already getting taken care of." Sharon hated how petty she sounded, but the club owner was clearly pleased. He managed a feigned shrug of disinterest..

"What can I say? it's a perk of the job. 'Sides," he arched a brow, "I didn't know you were working tonight." Sharon wondered if she was imagining an edge to his tone. "It's amateur night, and you're one of my best pros."

"I, uh..." Sharon hated how hard her nipples still were, and resisted the urge to offer to share the big man with whoever was already hard at work. "Like I said, someone needed me to cover," she said defensively," Go nodded his head. "And you haven't been the nights I've worked since I got back," Sharon went on, letting a bit of pout into the accusation, "I thought you'd want to see me?"

"Oh, I like to do more than watch to you, sexy... Aren't you the horny little slut," Go teased, and Sharon nodded, biting her lip seductively, which made Go laugh. "Pulling out all the stops," he shook his head, then paused, eyes closing slightly, fanning the jealousy Sharon was feeling as the woman under the desk caught his attention.

"Mmmm.," Go paused, then smiled more broadly, "So show me the new you." Sharon blushed even as she immediately obeyed, almost stripping the top off before opting for the more 'demure' lifting it to bare her newly enhanced chest. "Nice," Go licked his lips, "And you're right, I think I'm gonna have to take advantage of your offer, and sooner rather than later."

"I work again Saturday, and we'll be practicing..."

"Oh no, little slut, as hot as you are I'd better see that you get a helping of old Go tonight." Sharon's body trembled as she nodded in agreement.

"So you'll... have enough left?"

"With that banging body?" Go rolled his eyes, "A man would have to be dead. What did hubby think?" Sharon shrugged,

"I think he came within a minute of seeing them," she lifted a brow as if scolding one of her children, "You won't do that, will you?" Go snorted.

"Talk like that, I'll have to teach you a lesson, girl.," he reached over, pushing a button on the desk and Sharon heard the lock behind her pop open. "Now get on back to taking care of our guests," he leered, "I have some work to finish here." Sharon spun, but paused at the door, wondering if he would let her watch, and why she wanted to watch, when what she really wanted to was to be taking part. Straightening up, she went through the door with a haughty air, hoping to remind the big club owner what he was missing. "Yeah, you gots to share Go, but there's enough of me to go around, isn't there?" she heard him asking whoever was under the desk.

The door clicked closed behind Sharon, and she heard the lock re-engage. She stood in the shadowed alcove another moment, in part to listen but more to get herself back into some semblance of control. Satisfied, she headed back toward the dressing room, but Kelly saw her before she got there.