Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A

"I thought it'd already been the usual orgy," Sharon smiled, and he clit twitched, making her shiver more than the cold water.

"Remember, this is the last crack they'll get at us until next year," Joyce shrugged, "You'll go home walking bowlegged." Sharon giggled, as there were jeers from inside the house.

"Hey, Rory?" Sharon batted her eyes at the freshman Brother who was closest. She could tell he was wishing he was inside. He turned his attention to her, and Sharon bit her lower lip, pitching her voice in the manner she had learned to use to coax men to take her back to the champagne room. "You look lonely... and we're all so cold. If you wanted we could... start the celebration early..." Rory swallowed. Sharon could tell he wanted to, but he was worried what would happen to him. She lifted her torso out of the water, aware that her nipples were rock hard, her skin glowing as the water sluiced over her bare skin. "I know you want us to be able to give your Brothers a good time... if we get too cold out here..." Rory gave a bare nod and Sharon scrambled across to the edge near him, hands tearing at his zipper before he could change his mind.

She dove onto his swollen cock, feeling momentarily sorry for the boy, who obviously had not been able to enjoy any of the night's festivities yet. She slurped and bobbed hungrily, fingering herself in tempo. Abruptly she was pushed to the side, and Joyce took over, winking at Sharon as she did so. Sharon slipped out of the tub, motioning for the others, to follow suit. Diane was the quickest to figure it out, and supplanted Joyce, who climbed out of the water to stand shivering beside Sharon. When Diane began to clamber out, Sharon and Joyce moved to the back steps. There was another cheer, and through the shifting crowd, Sharon saw her young lover bent forward at the waist, sucking on George's cock as the heavy tattoo artist applied something to Kelly's lower back.

Sharon was considering whether she and Joyce should return to the pool when several of the frat members noticed the increasing number of girls looking through the windows. Caught, Sharon froze in place, feeling an incredible relief when Shaun stepped in to view, still dressed in his Santa costume, and waved for them to enter. Giggling and shivering, none caring that they were dripping wet and naked in a room full of frat members, the vanquished BZ Sisters gratefully accepted mugs of spiked cider and hot chocolate as everyone enjoyed the aftermath of the party game. Sharon smiled when Shaun draped a muscular arm over her shoulders.

"I thought you were going to ruin it for me," he teased.

"What do you mean?"

"If you'd climbed on I never would have been able to hold out. Monique's great, but she just isn't as... involved." Sharon blushed, unable to meet Shaun's gaze.

"I was hoping Dave would stop the music and let us..." Shaun laughed.

"And then when you let Kelly win, I thought Monique still might succeed."

"So she didn't?" Sharon felt a flush of arousal... Shaun had not cum yet?" The young man who had so thoroughly... and easily entrapped the white housewife smiled.

"Think you can help Santa out?" Sharon squealed, turning to throw herself onto Shaun, literally climbing him, rubbing her sex against the front of his red pants. The big frat member deftly climbed the stairs as Sharon went on dry humping him. He did not turn into his bedroom as she expected, though, instead entering the big conference room. He confidently moved to the same place where he had begun to break Sharon in a few months before. "You're insatiable," he teased, kissing the aroused white wife.

"Mm-hmmm... where you're concerned. Fuck me, daddy!" Sharon urged, pushing at his shorts as he lay her on her back, "Give me your cock." Shaun complied without hesitation. He had been spanking it throughout the day to delay his release and the planning was going to provide twice the benefit, he considered, leering down at the lust driven BZ Bitch. He stopped moving, and Sharon growled in protest, thrusting at him, hips pumping lewdly as she easily took his length.

"Damn, you're amazing, Sharon," Shaun praised, reaching down to tweak her nipples and tease her big, swollen clit. "So you're glad we made you a Sister?" Sharon nodded, never slowing.

"God yes... So good... Good cock... Fuck me, daddy... Please give me your cock." She batted her eyes like the trained sex worker she was, although Shaun was quite certain it was not just for show. Just as he felt her muscles going taut, he pulled out instead, chuckling at her whine of protest. When he waited without a word, the obedient little slut sat up to slurp at his cock. God, she was a talented cocksucker. He patted her head appreciatively, then pushed her away within a minute, still not speaking.

Sliding off of the table, Sharon spun, pushing her ass back at him, her hand slipping between her splayed thighs, catching him, pulling him into her sex again.

"Yesss!" she husked, pushing back, impaling herself and beginning to fuck herself on his immobile cock. He watched the reflection, enjoying the way she was bracing on the table to get more leverage, keeping her chest off of the table so that her breasts could sway. "God, so good!" Her body began to shudder visibly, "Cumming!" She twitched and shuddered, moaning loudly without ever slowing down.

Shaun lamented that the increased exercise was causing some shrinkage of her fine boobs, but knew that could be taken care of without a problem. Sharon moaned, eyes closed, head back, and redoubled her efforts when he spanked her ass sharply. He let her go on for another minute, and knew he could not hold off for very long, when he braced his hands on her muscular ass, insistently pushing her away, off of his jutting manhood. Sharon bit her lip, looking back over her shoulder in a deliciously endearing manner.

"Santa's been working hard," Shaun said, falling back into the overstuffed leather chair that was behind him. Smiling wickedly, Sharon advanced, straddling the chair arms and lowering her open, dripping sex onto his erect cock. Sighing, she slipped onto him fully before she began to rise and fall, hips shifting expertly. Shaun made no effort to touch the aroused wife, smiling because it felt great and because she was unwittingly putting on a great show for the holiday video. He managed to distract himself for a couple more minutes as he considered the economics of Sharon's activities, and then it was time to cum. "Ready for your gift, Sharon Sobel?" the humping blonde did not register the use of her name. She nodded eagerly. "Where do you want it, little bitch?" Not that it mattered, but the audio was going to be great.

"Give it to me, daddy," Sharon groaned, "Fill me up!"

"You're not worried about a black baby? What would hubby say?"

"I don't care!" her voice was almost a scream... she was close to her next climax, "Fuck me... give me your black cock... Give me your cum." Shaun was ready. Jerking upright from the chair, impaling the smaller naked woman completely, Shaun stepped forward, easily laying her out on the table, her breasts sagging just slightly-- sexily-- to the sides as he held himself inside of her and began to cum. "Yesss!" she cried out, legs rising, heels hammering at his ass, cinching tight, holding him in place, "God, that feels good... making me cummm..." As her legs weakened, Shaun backed out, shifting to the side so that the cameras could catch his cum launching into her open sex, then drooling out as he continued to paint her spasming belly with the last of his load. When he was spent, he leaned forward, wiping the tip of his cock on the thin lines of pubic hair pointing to her still engorged clit. Sharon giggled, fingers beginning to smear his jism over her sex, absently bringing the fingers up every few seconds to lick them clean. Shaun collapsed back in the chair to watch until Dave knocked that they were ready.

"Thanks, my favorite little BZ Bitch," Shaun patted Sharon's bare knee as he stood, "But we need to get back down to the party... have some more presents to give out. Merry Christmas, Sharon." Sharon smiled happily, pressing her hand against her sex.

"Mmmmm, thank you, Santa," she sighed, "I hope we won't have to wait until next Christmas to do that again." Shaun laughed, then hurried down to the party, confident their prize Bitch would not be far behind. Sharon lay panting on the table, one hand idly teasing her ringed nipple, the other dragging strands of their mingled cum to her lips as she recovered. She had finally gotten off, and had gotten off repeatedly, but then she always did when Shaun was fucking her. She smiled absently, licked her lips, then sat up to look for her clothes, remembering after a moment that there had been no bottoms when she had come upstairs wrapped around the big BZ member. She looked around, seeing no cup, and headed to the door, muttering aloud, 'time for another drink.' The cameras would track the just fucked white housewife as she made her naked way down the stairs, giggling at the casual gropes and swats offered by passing frat members, clearly at ease with what had just happened... and what was certainly going to happen again.

Sharon laughed and almost eagerly made out with the 'keeper of the bar' for a big glass of the night's drink. She liked the peppermint flavor and had quickly emptied three glasses between doing bong hits with the various brothers partying throughout the house. Like her, most of the girls were naked except for heels and the 'elf hat's they had been given. She was working on a fourth glass when she found Kelly laughing with Keiko and Melissa. The women welcomed Sharon as if they were long lost sisters, and she welcomed Kelly's drunken but honest kiss before asking what the prize for being Mrs. Claus had been.

"Not Mrs. Claus," Kelly slurred, "She's a bitter shrunken thing. I'm the Elf Princess." The others laughed again as Kelly turned, showing the shapely female elf-- naked, of course-- holding the requisite black mistletoe just above the waist. The ink was barely three inches tall, positioned between Kelly's shoulder blades, below the 'BT' flag she had received at the first big frat party. Sharon wondered if they would be out of room for the decorations before they graduated, but she remembered Joyce, and decided most of that must happen when they were freshmen. She wondered what Joyce and the other upper class women did during the week, since she had not seen them around the frat, although she also had to admit she had not spent much time at the frat, either; maybe they were there every day during the week.

One of the brothers appeared with a bong and the women obediently did several hits before he wandered away. Unlike Halloween, when the sex had been non-stop, the guys seemed happy just talking and laughing, although Sharon saw several couples going up the stairs, then returning a few minutes later as she sat with the other women. She considered finding one of the upper class Sisters to ask what else was planned, but decided staying with the others was just fine... she would not do anything but sleep if she went back to the condo. And she was still more than a little horny, although she told herself it had to be just that she was used to using her body at that time of night, anyway, and that she was sitting naked with other beautiful naked girls, surrounded by virile young studs. Who would not be horny?!

The guys eventually interrupted the women's conversations about what they were doing for the holiday, insisting that everyone go back out to the main room. Sharon shivered and enjoyed the familiar spasm of her clit as she saw that Shaun was back in his Santa costume... if Santa sat in his chair with his pants open and his cock ready to spear anyone sitting on his lap. Dave gestured and the BZ Sisters obediently lined up, taking turns approaching what looked like a set up in a mall... except that the photographer captured one lewd pose or another before Santa handed the BZ Bitch a package. The procession went by seniority, so Joyce led the way. Sharon watched, along with the others... The gifts included BZ jewelry and stencils for tattoos, sexy lingerie and sex toys. As George set to work inking the first of the girls that had opened a stencil, Sharon looked around nervously, wondering again how Chris would react if she kept coming home with more and more erotic ink.

She tried to see if the packages were random or if there were names... how did the Frat decide who got what? She stood in line nervously hoping Dave and Shaun would be careful not to giver her a 'gift' that would cause problems over the holiday. Kelly went ahead of her, and squealed when she opened a BZB tongue stud with a little latex 'tickler' that could be put over the bead. Sharon knew that her lover's tongue was not pierced, and wondered if George would do that, too. She stepped up, having forgotten entirely that there would also be the 'smile' moment with Shaun. Seeing his cock glistening with the saliva and cream of the majority of her Sisters, Sharon momentarily forgot about her concerns, as something like jealousy spurred her to mount him facing the camera.

He made no effort to move, but that was fine with her, she expertly caught hold of his swollen glans, guiding him into her still wet seam. Pausing to be sure he was seated, Sharon settled fully, dropping her head back and moaning theatrically. Shaun went rigid under her and she smiled, aware that few men could last long when they were putting on a show for others. She lifted her head, tilted just so, and smiled at the camera as she lifted just enough to show the root of his big tool thrust up insid of her. He had caught her right hand, steadying her, and Sharon reached down, lewdly spreading her labia with the fingers of her left hand, never considering that showed her wedding ring.

The guys cheered, the camera flashed. Sharon released her pose, but began to ride Shaun up and down, leaning forward, her hands closing on his knees so she could get more leverage. She twitched her hips in a poor imitation of Joyce's shimmy. The guys roared, laughing when the two BZ Brothers who had been ushering up the BZ Sisters for their photos bodily lifted Sharon off of Shaun.

"C'mon, little girl," one of them chuckled, swatting Sharon's ass when she protested, "You have to let the other kids see Santa too." They passed a smiling Dave pausing as one asked,

"What's so funny?" It took Dave a minute to get control of himself.

"I was just thinking about that scene in a Christmas Yarn," he snorted, "If she'd kept it up much longer Shaun might have shot her eye out." The guys laughed, and one collected the package Dave handed them, but Dave held up a hand, then pointed, and they dutifully set Sharon on wobbly legs beside him.

"Hold on, Kathy," the red head had been preparing to sit on Shaun's still turgid cock, "We have to see what Sharon Synn gets." Sharon paid no attention to what he was saying, taking the package, which was about the same size as the one Kelly had opened. She tore open the package, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety seeing the earrings... large black diamonds with a smaller white diamond in front, dangling from a stylized 'BZ' intertwined silver lead. There was an envelope, too. "You might recall, or own house Bitch won an award recently, which qualified her for the AVN's." There were new cheers. "Now, we want to be sure that she can go to the awards, so there's a plane ticket for next year." He did not mention that the money had come from her winnings.

"We've also put away a special gift card," Shaun had talked to him, and Dave had easily come up with a solution to the problem Shaun had noticed, also paid for by her winnings, "She'll get the full treatment when she lands. What do you have to say, Sharon?" Still more than buzzed and tipsy, aware that she wanted to fuck some more, Sharon no longer remembered worrying about how Chris would react to new tattoos or piercings. She pirouetted, bending at the waist, aware that every guy was enjoying a look at her bare wet pussy. Blowing an exaggerated kiss to Shaun, she stood and waved to the rest before the others guided her into the hallway out of the sight of the main room.

Sharon fully expected one or both of the big men would want to have sex with her. She was mildly disappointed when they avoided the stairs and the hallway to the rec room, both places she would have expected to be humping soon. Instead, they moved to the next room. She could see Kelly and some of the others laughing around the bar, and smiled, interested in seeing some of the other girls' gifts up close. She was surprised again when the young men did not turn, but instead herded her-- still naked-- toward the side door. She usually went out to the hot tub through the door farther to the rear of the house; the door they were approaching was by the sweeping circular drive. She balked,

"Uh, are we going out to the tub, guys?" One snorted.

"I wish." Sharon realized both were freshmen... while she was available to them too, when the frat had things that needed doing, the freshmen got the call. "I'll be sure to enjoy what Gavin enjoyed earlier, but it'll have to be next year," the more talkative of the pair assured her.

"Yep," the second nodded.

"Well then where are we going?" Sharon clutched at the gifts Dave had given her, "Aren't I supposed to get my tongue pierced?" Both guys shrugged.

"We're not going anywhere," the first guy stated. "But apparently you still have some work to do." Sharon frowned, looking down again at her naked body.

"But Kelly's in the kitchen..." she squealed as the door opened, "And I need clothes..." she stopped, recognizing Go's sleek Caddy.

"Sorry, guess we forgot," the quieter of the pair held out a festive mini dress made of the same thin green cotton as the strappy T and shorts she had worn earlier... the same as the hat she still wore. She swatted at the much bigger young man, snatching the dress and pulling it right over the stocking hat. Of course, it was tight, the scoop neck threatening to lose control of her breasts the moment she pulled it into place. The hem, cut to points and fringed with the faux white fur at matching the bottom of her stoking hat, hit barely below her sex, and the thin fabric seemed anxious to slip up, exposing her with every step. The young men were eyeing her greedily. "Damn, guess we should have had you put that on first." He reached into the kitchen, grabbed the box she had been given during dinner and handed it to her.

"What about this" Sharon did not protest stepping onto the porch in almost nothing, clutching her presents. The room was spinning just a bit, so she leaned against the door frame. The first young man shrugged,

"Get it done over the holiday break," he smiled at her, "And you can practice with it on me when you get back." Sharon giggled,

"Just not in the tub," then kissed each of the men on the cheek, which seemed to leave both feeling embarrassed. She giggled again, and let Go tuck her into the passenger seat of the car. She found herself hoping the big club owner would giver her his impressive bent cock when they got wherever they were going.

She was not really surprised when Go drove just the short distance to her home. In fact, she was glad, since he could be fucking her sooner. She snickered.

"What's so funny?" Go asked her, "Are you supposed to be an elf?" She nodded.

"I'm high... I'm a high elf... wasn't that in that Hobbit movie?" she giggled again, "That Aragorn was hot!" Go laughed.

"Trying to make me jealous?"

"Mmmm... not, you have a much better sword," she pressed her right hand against her clit, anticipating the intense pulse, "I like it when you're stabbing me with it," she murmured, reaching over with her free hand, groping Go's crotch. Go checked the dash... He was disappointed there was not enough time. But there was always when she was finished. "Will you come inside?" Sharon went on, head lolling. He wondered how much she had had to drink.