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A little confused—Chris had said Catherine was out with her boyfriend, after all—Sharon ran to him, not giving him time to drop his items before she gave him a full hug and tongue kiss without really knowing why.
"I couldn't wait to give my best bitch some of me," the boy, no the man, who was the same age as her kids, said to her, as he stepped back to ogle the dazed, tempting MILF. "Yum, yum," he muttered to himself, as his fist went to his chin. Nodding he motioned for her to do a 180 and as she completed her half circle he threw her a compliment "You are a fine piece of ass, momma." The sex warped wife beamed in response to his leering and words.
She flashed back to the day Dave had told her she got off by having sex and being looked at. That was the day she had performed in the porno shop and met her Svengali—her pimp, Go. It was true, she knew. She took a big swig and was eying the strawberries.
"I helped with the dessert," T boasted. He did not mention that the dessert preparation had been performed in the basement rec room of Sharon's home by his homies and special jock brothers from California on a recruiting trip. Even the new Sharon would have been surprised, as well as excited and horny at seeing 12 big black athletes and one white boy having a circle jerk on the Lonely Hearts dessert in her own home—the same room T and his buddies had fucked her on Christmas Eve. Chris jr. had anointed a special box of five strawberries, two of which had already been consumed.
Swallowing the last two remaining 'cumberries,' Sharon dropped to her knees at a signal from T. Giving his crown the 'kiss of respect,' she recalled the talk she had had with Joyce just the day before. It seemed to Sharon she was going to be trained as a Staff Sister, the very special group of Bitches. Even Kelly did not know about this special cadre. The kiss was to show respect to black cock and the BZ Brothers swinging them. Starting her blowjob, the hopped up fellatrix noticed his cock was clean and as she looked up at the teen athlete in wonder, he seemed to know what she was thinking, "I saved myself for my best bitch," he effortlessly lied, imagining as he did instead telling Sharon her daughter had cleaned him off before he had jumped into his Mustang to race to the ZB Valentine's party.
After the circle jerk he had joined Catherine and Miranda in the shower. Kelly had gotten together with the girls in early January, speeding along the youngest Sobel slut's 'sexucation.' In fact, by Valentine's, Kally had been with the entire Sobel family.
As Catherine had dressed for her Valentine's date, Miranda had slipped down the hall, and had been on her knees slobbering on Zeke's tool, while he watched the Sobel daughter getting ready with a convenient ap on his smart phone. When she had seemed to notice her friend's absence, he had pushed Miranda off of his cock, sauntering into the bedroom, pretending to unzip, smiling at the way Catherine's eyes darted to Kelly and her friend, who came in behind him, wiping at her mouth.
"That's the purple bra and panty set you bought for me?" he had asked, getting an immediate nod that he was correct, "Take it off and go commando," T had growled. Infatuated... maybe addicted to his cock, Cat had blushed from her pink nipples to her forehead, eyes darting to the other women, but she had nodded again.
"As you wish" she had replied shyly, removing the garments and returning them to her dresser. He smiled, thinking that her dresser would rival her mother's for the lack of modest... even moderate underwear.
Cat loved her new freedom. Her new boyfriend was so different from the jealous and prissy white guys she used to date. Cat was a modern girl and would not ever let herself be disrespected and ignored by such w imps. But somehow it was okay being Trevor's sex toy. She was almost 19, but still more than a bit naive, and a little sheltered.
As T's girl, she was a new member of the group and had initially been shocked that it seemed they did everything together. There was always weed or some kind of booze around and loud hip hop blaring, The same night Sharon was flying to Vegas, the guys were watching a game on TV, Zeke and Catherine were heavy petting and slow dancing , she had been a bit high and a bit disoriented from the 32 ounce 'Cosmo' he had given her. She had not really recognized that as they were having sex the other guys had been in and out of the room, enjoying the show she and Zeke were putting on.
Though she was embarrassed, she had dropped to her knees on the cold bathroom tile floor, gobbling at Zeke's big cock in front of Kelly and her classmate, Miranda. It had become second nature, considering she had been sucking him off... even fucking him in front of the others for several weeks by Valentine's. The others did not seem at all surprised, although watching Miranda pressing a hand against her crotch, Catherine thought her friend looked a little jealous as well as horny. She giggled around Trevor's cock, remembering what he had said not so long ago.
"Babe can you help me with one more thing?" Zeke had whispered, his fingers teasing around her nipple after they had finished making love. She had nodded without hesitation. "I can really score some points with the frat if I could sponsor a couple fine bitches," the young 'pimp in training' had continued, "Do you know any classmates or cheerleaders who might be interested?" Catherine would never know that every recruit who became a sister, earned the frat member who 'introduced them' a $1000 bounty. She never considered anything but helping her lover. And so just like her mother had handed the frat Professor Eller, Cat had pimped her friend, Miranda, to Trevor and the frat.
Trevor was sure Dave would like the video he was getting of Cat slurping him hungrily before she got ready for the Valentine date. Doing it in front of her friends was maybe better than doing it front of the guys, which he had also managed to record, imagining the upper classman would skillfully edit the results into quite the show. Dave had told him he was becoming a ZB 'go to guy,' which made him more proud than his accomplishments on the football field. Hell, in something like 2 hours he had changed Catherine's attitude about fucking, and had not let off, since. She was choking herself on his cock, gobbling at his spend, begging for more.
He smiled, remembering how she had reacted when he had taken her ass the first time the week before in the 'privacy' of her bedroom, recorded from three different vantage points, of course. She had whimpered at being reamed, burying her face in her pillow because he dad was home. And soon enough, just like every other new 'skill' she had been an eager participant. The second time, after she had sucked him clean and gotten him hard again, she had ridden him atop her girly comforter, guiding his cock into her ass and humping against him, moaning so loudly Zeke had worried her dad would hear her begging the big senior to fuck her ass and fill her up with his black cock.
Dave's only complaint had been that there was no footage of the pretty high school senior shaving her teen cunt. He had been mollified when Zeke promised to 'help her' the next time, and after all the ZB had failed to get cameras into her bathroom before she had responded to Zeke's 'suggestion,' that she might like sex more without her bush getting in the way. And they had live footage whenever Catherine was in her bedroom or bathroom now.
She had not brushed her teeth after he spumed in her mouth, T telling her they were 'running late' and adding she probably liked being able to taste him afterwards. He had whisked the aroused young woman off to dinner, because he had a schedule to keep and more surprises for his sexy pet before his next appointment.
As with the others Zeke pulled out of Sharon's mouth, saliva and pre cum dripping on to her new rack as he flipped her around and stabbed his long thick weapon into her anal chute, which by then was a little worn. Repeating what all her dates had done T pulled out of her ass as he began to cum. Sharon dipped and turned, catching most of his load on her face. She had two fingers jabbing skillfully into her sloppy wet cunt and shivered as she came while his load dripped onto the frat's new toys.
For days Sharon had worried about going back to the house she had shared with her husband—it was not home any longer, and the double life was getting harder to play. But the frat had looked out for her again. Using her fingers to gather the dripping ejaculate, she scooped it into her mouth aware that she was at home here... that this is what she loved to be doing. ZB had let her see her husband, fulfilling her wifely duties, and then had sent him on his way relaxed having enjoyed himself. A little drunk and a lot horny, Sharon wondered if she even really needed a husband. She had a home, she had a job, she had money, and she had great sex.
Motioning for her to finish her drink, Trevor pinched her tits hard enough to make her squeal, spanked her ass once hard, and then he was gone, leaving Sharon to entertain her next Valentine's guest. He waved at Dave as he sauntered out of the back toward the front door. He had finished with Catherine, opening her still more sexually, having shared her with his buddies. Soon she would be ready to really help the frat. He recognized a sliver of jealousy at that knowledge; after all HE was the one who had accomplished this—she was HIS. But she had brought him Miranda, and he could still enjoy both girls and Cat's mother whenever he wanted, so being jealous was really wasted energy.
Climbing into his Mustang, he checked his smart phone. The frat had set up WiFi at the event, and he selected the IP feed from the Sobel home, wondering how Catherine Sobel was reacting to what she had done that night. He snorted, finding the skinny blonde was laying naked on her bed atop the comforter fucking herself silly, with a large black dildo she and Kelly had 'found' in her mother's closet while exploring a couple weeks before. The dildo was a plant, of course, a twin of the rubber cock her mother used to get off at her little condo. He imagined a 'side by side' video of the women, sure Dave was already ahead of him. Pulling out of the lot, he imagined what college life would be like, and could not stop smiling.
He was smiling just as broadly the next weekend, having brought Cat to a buddy's for the Saturday sports extravaganza, as they had chosen to call watching basketball and football. It was all a pretense, of course. Cat was the only girl at the party. He had kept touching her, knowingly getting her hot, as well as drunk and high. And pretending not to notice, all the while.
When they knew she was thoroughly addled and horny, John had come in to 'tell them the halftime score and had stayed while T had gone back out to the others. Long story short, another Sobel woman had been seduced by the joy of varied black cock, taking his thick 7 inch black rod.
T was careful not to mention it, leaving Cat wondering if it had even really happened. A few days later she had made the acquaintance of Allison's 6 inches in the same addled, 'did it happen' fashion. Now there were three high school seniors who could compare mother and daughter.
Buffered by her suspicion she had slept with T's friends, when he had calmly had another girl blow him with her right there, Catherine pretended it was completely normal. Nervous, ashamed, and submissive to her needs and desires, and thereby to Zeke, she was relieved when Trevor showed up alone a week later without calling ahead. Her brother and dad had just left the house for a movie and Flora was shut away in her quarters, so he knew he had a few hours to further ensnare the youngest Sobel woman.
He was gracious, he complimented effusively, hugged her, kissed her, put his arm around her and guided the easily led senior down to the basement rec room, which was decked out with the latest a/v equipment, and not just the plasma television and audiophile sterero. Hidden cameras had carefully been installed, replete with low light lenses and directional microphones.
He talked about his football career, projects with the BZ and about his job at the mall; she had not yet seen the view from under his register. He smiled at the knowledge she would do that for him without hesitation, then imagined the side by side video they would have of 'his' Sobel women at the next New Year's party. All the while he was caressing her neck, rubbing her shoulders, twining her hair... relaxing her. She never considered arguing when he opened her blouse, sighing as his hands and lips began to work her proud young breasts. Cat leaned forward, her breasts hanging free of the clothes, welcoming his touch. The Sobel women had some awesome tits, both enhanced and natural.
"I'm very pleased you're sharing with my brothers," T told her quietly, looking into her eyes and fingering a pert nipple. Moving his knee into her crotch he added pressure to her nipple, "You're not a whore," pinching harder, "You're not a slut," he continued voice dropping menacingly, "Don't ever think that you are." He changed tactics, fingers replacing his knee and a lick soothing her tormented nipple, "You are my girl (bitch), you will always be my girl, (bitch), you were born on this black cock. You love it, and you know it." He rubbed her seam through her panty, which was rapidly becoming soaked she was leaking so heavily, T guessed the wide spot was because her mound was still covered by fine down, which would disappear soon enough. "You might try Train, or Ax or even Tyrone, each and every one is a stud," he whispered, "I know, I've seen their equipment." Fingers deftly working her seam, T found her clit through the wet cotton, adding just enough pressure that Cat's breath caught as he continued, "They're certainly better than the other friends you've fucked." Cat whined, he guessed in fear that he knew or in humiliation that her hazy concerns were no longer a strange fantasy but reality, "I don't care that you let my friends see how lucky I am," he assured her, bringing her off as he did, "You're my girl (bitch). I want you to enjoy yourself with the gang and frat." Cat had been reduced to nodding, unable to formulate words, much less consider what his words really meant.
He spoke of trying new things, getting new experiences, of living her life now. Her nipples were aching with her need, and looking down her body she saw that he had pulled her panties aside and had two fingers deep in her drooling, twitching sex. And T changed tactics again, leaning forward to bite a nipple at the same time he pulled his fingers out, pinching them against his thumb and pulling out some of her short damp pubic hair. Cat whined, eyes going wide, her gaze trapped by his jet black eyes.
"But you only fuck my brothers, we're safe... we're clean," he warned. She nodded instinctively, and he resumed the intimate rubbing, his knowing, teasing foreplay. "If you allow me to sponsor you to the sisterhood, you'll meet and serve some of the finest brothers..." His fingers kept working, "I'll never share your heart," T went on, "I'm very proud of how you excite my boys, how you give us your sweet gifts. Never worry, I'll use... uh, I'll fuck you whenever you need," he slipped, but there was no need to worry; Cat was focused on the promise of the pleasure he was giving her and what she was going to get from his big tool. Her fingers were running up and down his length, small fingers working to be sure he was ready when the foreplay was done. Pulling her up by her hair T gave Cat a wet kiss then directed her to suck his cock, to 'be the cocksucker he knew she was.' She did with gusto, hungry to feel him in her throat. "Yeah, go deep... go slow... use your tongue, stay down as long as you can," Zeke kept his hands clear, but still guiding her every action, "Please me and I'll feed you dinner."
Catherine Sobel never paused, but then she was in ecstasy, T wasn't mad at her... She had been fucked by his friends, it had not been a dream, but Zeke was not angry... He was proud she was sexy and so giving to his friends. He was her boyfriend, but he said she could have others. She giggled at his suggestion she would want to have sex with a white guys—they were boys. T and his friends were men. And her man wanted her to date and sex up his brothers. She wanted him to know how devoted she was, choking herself on him in her effort to prove it.
Zeke laughed to himself thinking about another video of mother and daughter, cock sucking queens, mom of course going balls deep and lapping his underside with her long tongue, her daughter still learning, struggling to take the last couple inches. Looking down he had to admit this was her best yet. And then he came. The first shot went directly into her stomach. He backed out slightly, still shooting. Cat was still sucking, and his sperm backed up when her esophagus closed. Her mouth was already full of his cock, leaving only one exit. He barely kept from laughing as seconds after he began to fire his cum leaked out of Cat's nostrils, creating a pearlescent mustache that oozed down to her chin and with their movement quickly glazed her neck. Pulling out after nearly filling cavity with more of his spend, Z pinched the base of his cock, so that he trapped a final streamer, which spewed with a heavy jerk of his cock the moment he released pressure after pulling free of her panting, choking lips. The pulse of his jism covered her eyes, cheeks and nose.
She was a beautiful mess, and did nothing to wipe away his money shot. She did lick at her lips; Cat liked the taste of cum, like her mother. The deep throating was not there, yet, but she was so willing to please. Already aware of the rule about cleaning her man,' Cat she used her fingers then to clean her face and claim her meal before she slurped his softening member into her mouth to lick him clean.
He thoroughly plumbed his newly sharable treasure, taking her in the bathroom, on her parent's bed, and despite her anxiety that the housekeeper might come out and see them, in the hot tub in the room beside the swimming pool. Though she wanted him to stay for dinner, he begged off, leaving her to clean up shortly before her brother and dad got back from their movie.
Driving to hook up with Miranda, T reflected on his situation. He liked Cat well enough, she looked good, had fine tits, a sweet smelling pussy and extremely tight ass. And he knew she would spread her legs for anyone he told her to fuck, but the frat had a different indoctrination plan for Sharon's daughter.
Unlike Sharon who had lost herself through orgies and drugs and drink, to become a headlining dancer and world recognized porn star, Cat would be fucking only one cock at a time, albeit many different cocks. They would be BZ meat, of course, but she was going to be a one at a time BZ Bitch. Dave had actually been pissed at Zeke's Valentine's stunt. Instead, at his direcdtion, Cat would be slyly passed around T's recruited football brothers—the future ZB frat members at least—as well as players he knew from other area schools who were pledging ZB. She was getting a sexual education in pleasing men. The next step, Zeke knew, would be hooking her up with the men of BZ. Zeke was not opposed to the plan, but he had some surprises in store for the little slut before she was passed on beyond his control.
He did not really like Chris junior, but he could put up with the little dick until Dave's plan were settled. The Sobel kids were Zeke's assignment and making sure Dave's plans went without a hitch was getting him a good name which meanat power in the frat and maybe some real time enjoying their big chested house slut wife, Cat's mother. Because as sexy as Cat was, Sharon was the bitch T wanted.
