Chapter 6

That weekend turned out well for everyone. Owen, thanks to Sharon's ministrations, recovered sufficiently to return to school on Tuesday. The doctor wanted to give him an extra day of recuperation.

Sharon had two glorious days of sex with Owen. Of course, Owen equally enjoyed the relationship with his new mistress.

Colden Academy was elated by the first victory of their football season. Duke Duncan was proud of his charges. The Colden Cougars, as they were called, clawed their opponents by the lopsided score of 35-0.

Wayne Trevors threw three touchdown passes. He carried in one other touchdown. Wayne was virtually a one man demolition squad. From everybody's viewpoint, it was quite a weekend!

On Monday, Wayne dropped a note on Sharon's desk. Both were free at two o'clock.

She knew what his terse message meant. At the appointed time they were to meet in her room. The shade would be drawn, the door locked, and then, sex!

Sharon knew the conceited Wayne wanted to show off. After all, he had single-handedly defeated the opposing team the past Saturday! No one commented about the other ten players. The blocking that the offensive team did! Or the receivers who caught Wayne's passes for the touchdowns! And how about kudos for the defensive team that contained the opposition!

No! The Colden Cougars had only one player! Wayne Trevors! She waited for him to make his appearance. He walked in with a conceited strut, and conceited grin. He pulled down the door shade and locked the door.

"Well, what did you think of my playing Saturday?" he asked. "I could have beaten them with one hand tied behind my back."

"I wouldn't know! I wasn't at the game," she answered. She wanted to deflate his egotistical attitude. "From what I've heard, the other team was smaller than ours. Evidently, you're at your best picking on little guys."

His conceited smile disappeared, and was replaced with a scowl. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

She gave him an enigmatic smile. "You can interpret the statement any way you want to!" She wanted to say something else and decided against it. They had made a pact. For the time being, it was holding up. Anything she said might alter the situation. There was no point in antagonizing him further. Aside from the seductive aspect, Sharon wanted his cooperation. Without it, her classes would be chaotic.

Sharon lit up a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in his direction. "What's your pleasure today, oh noble and sterling warrior of the Colden Cougars?"

"Don't get so smart-assed!" he growled at her. "I might make you official house mother of our frat. Then all the guys can enjoy fucking you! You'd love that, wouldn't you? All those young cocks! You'd have a field day!" he jeered.

She knew she couldn't push him too far verbally. There were other responsive chords she could touch. "Look, Wayne!" she snapped, "We made a deal! You keep things cool in my classes and I give you whatever sex you want! I'm not exactly crazy about your personality." She shrugged her shoulders. "But politics makes strange bedfellows!

"I'm keeping my end of the deal. I'm under the impression that you are keeping yours. Are you?"

He scowled. "What makes you think I'm not keeping my end of the bargain? " he asked.

"There seems to be an ugly rumor going around the school that we've made some kind of a special deal," she answered. "All of a sudden, you spread the word not to hassle me. Everybody's keeping in line! The talk is that you're getting special treatment. Something really special!"

He grinned lewdly. "Well, ain't I?" His expression changed and he said, "But I never told anyone that I was getting into your pants!" he declared. "But let's stop the bullshit! Take off your clothes! I'm in the mood for a little fun!"

Sharon found having sex with Wayne a mechanical act. At the start, it was an exciting episode. Now, it was a sort of an obligation! One that she couldn't easily cancel.

As she started to undress, there was a knock at the door. "Sharon! Sharon, are you in there?" It was Duncan.

She found herself welcoming his appearance. "Yes!" she answered quickly. For the moment, she could avoid contact with Wayne. He stood their frowning at her. Annoyed at being cheated!

Sharon opened the door. Duncan looked at her, then at his star quarterback. The friendly grin on his face disappeared. "I didn't know I was interrupting anything," Duncan said.

"We were talking about Wayne's work in history," she lied. "Sort of a conference. I'm sure you would be interested also. Your star player has to do well scholastically in order to play, doesn't he? Or doesn't that count?"

"Well, thanks for your help, Miss Brookes," Wayne said hurriedly. "If you don't want me anymore, I'll leave."

Sharon nodded. "A little more studying will help, Wayne. We'll get together again."

After Wayne left, Duncan turned to her. "What's with the closed doors and drawn shades? Since when did a student-teacher conference turn into such a hushhush deal?"

"I didn't know you went in for art?" she said facetiously.

He looked puzzled. "I never went in for art?"

"Then stop drawing conclusions!" Sharon answered. "Private joke! Every time we meet, it becomes a sort of friendly fencing match of wits. But some special newsworthy item has brought you here! To what do I owe this visit?"

Duncan shook his head in mild disbelief. "Every time I want to become friendly, you turn me off. I'll admit I'm not the most handsome guy in this world but there are uglier ones.

"What is it? Why do I rub you the wrong way?"

Sharon sighed in mild exasperation. "Oh, Duke, it's not really you! I get the feeling that you want to get serious. I'm not ready for it. I don't feel like talking about it. Besides, you came here to tell me something important, didn't you?"

"I was offered a secondary coaching job with one of the pro football teams on the coast. It's seven thousand more than I'm making here," he told her excitedly. "I've got to give them my answer by the end of this week. It's a big temptation! What do you think?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Do your own thing! I haven't the vaguest idea of what this is all about. Why ask for my opinion? You hardly know me!"

"I was hoping that we could get to know each other better," he answered. "I wish you were coming with me."

"Now, that sounds like a proposal! And we hardly know each other," Sharon said. "You certainly are persistent!"

"Then how about a date for tonight!" he insisted.

She decided to accept his invitation. Actually, she didn't find him repulsive. Dating men wasn't that important to her. She had dated at college; had been devirginized at college, so having a date wasn't something she minded. Sharon didn't want to settle down yet, although, most girls at twenty-two were engaged, or married. Duncan's attention pleased her. The offer he received was a tempting one. He'd be a fool not to accept it!

Her other reason for accepting the date was because she expected Wayne to be around later that night. He wouldn't find her in her room if she was out on a date.

Duncan picked her up after supper. They drove into town to a movie. Sharon was surprised that the evening turned out to be a pleasant one. She also learned that Duke had wit and charm. Something she didn't expect from a jock coach. Her biased thoughts considered him to be mentally muscle bounded.

After the movie, they stopped for ice cream sodas. When they drove up to the house, Duncan kissed her good night. Nothing imagine! No grabbing or feeling up! Just a quick peck.

She got out of the car. Sharon walked towards her room with a bouncy step. For some reason, she felt like a giddy school girl after her first date. Was Duncan getting to her? Had some transformation come over her? The answers eluded her. All she knew was that she had a wonderful evening out on a date with a contemporary. It had been a long time since Sharon had been out on a date with an adult. The interval enhanced the occasion. If it kept up, she might get to like it.

Sharon checked in on Owen. He was sound asleep in his room. Everything seemed to be all right. According to the doctor, Owen could return to classes the next day. She sighed. The past weekend had been a very exciting one. Owen had taught her quite a few things. There would be other times.

She went to bed and remained awake thinking about her date with Duncan. Her mind started to debate the values of continuing the relationship with him. Then the sexual orgies with the young boys crowded the other thoughts out. For some time, she tossed and turned. The long mental deliberation wore her out. After an hour of tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep.

Wayne passed her in the hall on Tuesday. "Be at the frat house at eight!" he ordered. He didn't wait for a reply but continued on to his next class.

Sharon was miffed by his demand. She didn't have the opportunity to refuse him if she wanted to. The more she thought about it, the more it intrigued her.

Evidently, he had something planned for her. The house would be empty. Wayne would see to that. Or maybe, there would be others! She shook her head. No! He wouldn't do that to her! A foolish act like that could jeopardize both their positions. Well, at least, it would be better having relations in some comfortable room and bed than the quickies he subjected her to in the classroom.

After supper, that evening, Sharon dressed casually. The less she wore decreased the likelihood of leaving some telltale article of apparel behind.

When she arrived at the house, there were few lights on. A main living room light was on. One of the rooms upstairs was lit as well as the porch light. Sharon felt a tremor of excitement course down her spine. Sex with Wayne wasn't as exciting as it used to be but the new environment renewed the lascivious thoughts.

She rang the bell and he answered the door. Wayne took her light topcoat and hung it in the closet.

"Want a drink?" he offered. He had a malevolent grin on his face. Sharon was tempted to accept his offer. The thought that the drink might be tampered with, changed her mind. Who knows what could be in it! She declined his offer.

To hide her nervousness, she lit up a cigarette. "Well, what do we do now? Talk about history, football, or sex?" she asked.

"You're going to help me with part of our initiation," he told her. "Every new pledge must prove that he's a man. We usually take him to a whore house or get some cooperative cunt on the campus to help us out.

"I figured you would get your jollies out of this scene. That's why I asked you over."

"Suppose I say no!" her voice trembled. "I thought this was strictly between you and me."

He shook his head. "The deal was that you would do anything I wanted you to, particularly when it comes to sex. This is something particular. You better get with it or else," he threatened.

Sharon's mind was in a turmoil. So many different reactions stirred inside her brain! She resented him using her like a common whore. While the thought of fucking some young student appealed to her, it enlarged the amount of people who knew about her promiscuity. Owen had already warned her about the rumors relating to her alliance with Wayne.

She wondered what it would be like having someone watch her in sexual action. There was a certain licentious appeal to this carnal thought.

"Well, let's get it over with!" she said in exasperated annoyance. "Can he be trusted to keep quiet about this?"

"Don't worry!" Wayne assured her. "Every member takes a vow. If he ever breaks it, his ass winds up in a sling!"

He led the way to the upstairs room. When he opened the door to the room, she was shocked when she saw its occupant. It was Owen! Their startled expressions made Wayne laugh.

"I guess you both know each other," he gloated. "That saves me the trouble of introducing you. I suppose you both never had the opportunity of getting together. I do know that Miss Brookes has been playing nurse. Maybe, you should play doctor, Owen. Use your cock to take her temperature!" Wayne laughed obscenely. "You got your choice of three holes to stick it in! Okay, Farnum! Make like a lover and make it good!"

Owen stood there embarrassed by the developments. Sharon was also disquieted but she determined to make the best of a bad situation. She smiled at Owen.

"I'm certain you know a lot about sex, Owen. It looks like we're both victims. So let's both try to make the best of it," she said in an attempt to bolster his confidence and courage.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked him.

Owen's eyes betrayed his desperate frustration. Sharon knew he didn't want to fuck her. Wayne's presence and demand overrode any protest Owen might offer. She knew Owen didn't want to violate their secret. She saw his pathetic look of apology.

His voice was hoarse and low as he requested her to disrobe. "Please ... take ... your ... clothes off!"

Wayne laughed in derision. "Shit! I thought you would take them off yourself!"

Owen found some lost confidence. "You screw your way, Wayne! I'll do it my way! I don't go around tearing clothes off of women! Maybe that's your style! That's probably why some of the girls around here think you're an animal!"

Beautiful! Sharon thought. That's giving it to the conceited bastard! She gave Owen credit! Indirectly, he discredited Wayne's impression of his sex prowess. Owen never made the accusation. He repeated what others said, even if it wasn't true.

She had removed the garter belt, skirt, bra, and blouse. Her nylons were the last piece of clothing she took off. Owen took his clothes off. He approached her, holding out his hand. She took it and he brought her back to the bed. They both stretched out on the bed, lying on their sides.

Sharon was glad that she had spent some time with Owen during that erotic weekend. It afforded him confidence and style. That was important! He had two days of practice and it showed in the way he was handling this situation. She responded to his ministrations. One, to bolster his confidence further! Two, to satisfy her own carnal yearnings!

Owen pressed an arm about her neck, drawing her face close to his. She closed her eyes, deliciously tasting his hot lips. Their mouths parted and their tongues hungrily entwined. Playfully, they indulged in a lingual game of leap-frog.

One of his hands cupped her ample tit, tenderly caressing its resilient flesh. His fingers moved up towards the pink summit of her tit. Grasping the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled the fleshy node between the balls of his fingers.

Soft sucking sounds emitted from their mouths as they continued to soul kiss.

Sharon's hand drifted towards Owen's balls. She didn't want to tease his cock too much. It could invite a premature ejaculation. An embarrassing incident like that would be disastrous to her beautiful lover. She wanted to feel his hard cock! Instead, she contented herself with just holding his balls.

Owen shifted his body, his lips now concentrating on the delectable titty. He sucked deeply on the nipple, making it tingle from his oral embrace. She felt his fingers moving into her hairy slit. Slowly, he toyed with the moist fleshy crease between her thighs. His hand moved from the inner lips of her cunt up to the exogenously aroused clitoris.

He was not trying to frig her cunt yet. All he did was let his hand lazily drift from one end of her snatch to the other. It was a languid erotic expression. She found the leisurely moving fingers teasingly titillating. Each pass of his fingers as it moved back and forth sent little shivers vibrating in her hot snatch. Like an exciting promise of lascivious thrills to come.

She felt him shift a little lower so that his cock could enter her twat. Owen had no problem in sliding his prick into her slippery box. The inner lips of her pussy was slick with the wetness of early lubrication. His cock didn't fill her cunt fully but she was aware of its venereal presence.

Sharon clasped him around the waist, pulling him closer. Their pubic hairs formed one mass as he imbedded his shaft into her cunt. They remained welded like this for several seconds.

Oh! He was clever, this protoge of hers! The longer he prolonged the act, the longer it would take for him to shoot his load. He was like a magician creating an illusion. Wayne, in his role of a voyeur, might not recognize this fact. He was probably more intent in watching the degradation of two people.

Slowly, Owen began to rock back and forth. Like the rocker arm on railroad train wheels. It started with a gradual movement as it swung into the housing box. As it gained momentum, the piston moved faster.

"Huhnrr! Huhnrr!" Owen grunted softly as his dick moved in and out. His butocks rose and fell adding erotic movement to his shuttling prick.

Sharon added her own efforts as she rocked her loins in ecstatic abandon. She felt the dull throbbing of an orgasm building up in the depths of her twat. There would be no full attainment of this erotic sensual expression of fulfillment. Owen's efforts had to look good.

Her head rocked from side to side in voluptuous agitation. "Oooo! That's good!" she pretended. "That's it, honey!" she exclaimed. "Now! You're fucking! Let me feel that lovely cock! Faster, faster! That's it! Harder, harder! Oh! OH! OH! I'm coming, I'm coming! Ahhrr! Ahhrrr! Here it comes again! I'm coming! I'm COM-MINGGG!"

Owen's face was flushed from his efforts. Sharon's moist cunt was suddenly sprayed with a deluge of his viscous fluid. Inside her partially aroused twat, she felt the pulsating cock pay tribute to her acting.

He made one final groan of anguished pleasure. His young hips plunged his fleshy weapon into her damp scabbard. She clasped his youthful body to hers as the strong ejaculations slowly weakened.

"Mmmmm!" she murmured approvingly. "That was good! You're going to make a lot of women happy with that cock of yours."

Her deliberate compliment had the desired effect she wanted. It irritated Wayne. "Big fucken deal! A finger up your cunt would excite you just as much! The initiation ain't over yet!" he told them.

She suspected he was purposely prolonging this sex scene to satisfy his irritation. He had probably expected it to be a fiasco for Owen and a degrading experience for her. His plans had been frustrated. To compensate for it, he was making more demands upon them. Sharon wasn't too concerned. She had every confidence that Owen would rise to the occasion again. In more ways than one!

"What else would you like us to do?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her question. "Didn't you get your kicks watching us? Or haven't you come yet?"

Wayne's face darkened with a scowl. "You got a big fuckin' mouth! You looking for trouble?"

Sharon stared back innocently. "Why, no! Wayne! I wouldn't think of antagonizing you. It's just that I think Owen successfully completed the requirements of his initiation."

"Well, I don't!" Wayne snarled back. "I want to see him eat pussy! Yeh! That's it! I want you to suck each other off."

"You're the boss!" Sharon acknowledged. "Okay, Owen, let's satisfy Mr. Trevor's request."

Owen's face reflected angry defiance. He refrained from saying anything. Sharon was glad that he did. In spite of Wayne's arrogant manner and threatening attitude, he was still no match for Sharon. On the other hand, Wayne would eat Owen alive.

The two performers in this sexual charade were still on the bed. Sharon remained supine and Owen inverted himself on top of her. It was a little awkward for them to perform this way because of Owen's size. She suggested that they reverse positions.

Her cunt still glistened from their previous contact. She lowered her hairy pussy so that it rested against Owen's chin. In that way, he wouldn't have to raise his head. Just use his mouth and hands.

He began immediately. His fingers parted the thick lips, opening a path for his tongue. Once his oral emissary entered her cunt, Owen clasped her buttocks. Owen caressed the globes of her soft rump.

Sharon's quim started to sweat in lustful anticipation. This time, there would be no faking. She knew that Owen would be able to induce a delicious orgasm or two.

Most of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his hard-on. She supported her body with one hand while she tenderly fingered his balls with the other hand. Sharon's hand shifted under the compacted sac. Her fingers softly massaged the perineum, pausing just short of his puckered asshole.

She altered her lingual style. Her lips pressed the hard shaft just under the ribbed crown. Slowly, her tongue skimmed the rim of his cock head. It flicked across the bullet shaped tip. The oral massage changed. Her lips moved up and down in an unhurried manner, pausing constantly. Each time her mouth rested on a spot, Sharon would gently nibble on the flesh.

Owen was just as busy with his tongue and mouth. His tongue laved the dampened walls of her anxious twat. Her clitoris rested on his nose. Somehow, he managed to rub the tip of his nose over the small rigid piece of her flesh. At the same time, his tongue continued to lavish his affection upon her erogenous slit.

Most men and women enjoy having their assholes frigged by the opposite sex. Sharon was no different. She had already experienced the act. Surprisingly, it's the initial shock of the insertion that causes the involuntary jerk of the buttocks.

Owen inserted his finger into her hole. Her hips bucked in a slight jerk. Sharon felt his probing finger touching the anal muscles of the wall. It seemed as though he was on the other side of her cunt wall.

She tried to arch her hips a little so that her cunt wouldn't cover his face completely. Owen had to breathe if he was to suck her cunt effectively. Her ass wriggled as his finger continued to tease her asshole. His tongue and nose maintained its erotic tantalizing of her pussy. In response to his oral efforts, Sharon purred.

"Oooosssh!" The combined hissing and sucking sound from Sharon's lips was a mixed sound. It combined her deep sucking with her expression of ecstatic titillation. Owen's finger prodding her asshole and his sensuous sliver of flesh in her twat sustained her voluptuous excitations.

His mouth fastened tightly to her clitoris. Deeply, he sucked on her turgid clitoris. She released her oral grip on his cock. A groan of rapture rolled from her throat.

"Aawwww! Suck me, harder, harder!" she urged him.

Owen responded to her erotic demand. His cheeks became a tiny bellows moving in and out as he sucked harder. Her ass wriggled in erratic gyrations. She resumed her oral attention to his cock, heavily coated with her saliva.

Her mouth movements seemed synchronized with her wriggling hips. Sharon's ass shook in wild abandon. Her mouth rapaciously sucked Owen's dick. Both actions were designed to hurry the orgasms that would eventually erupt.

She could feel the delirium of her climax ready to pour down. It was now at the crest. She wanted to cry out with ecstatic joy. To urge Owen to keep sucking! To drain out the heavy torrent that suddenly flooded her ravished twat.

This wasn't the time! Her own sensual efforts were rewarded by Owen's seminal outpouring. His cock trembled with the pulsating discharge of the thick milky come.

Sharon kept her lips glued to his throbbing prick, eager to drink in his lovely juice. She pressed her turbulent cunt against his mouth. Owen sensed her violent orgasms. His mouth sucked deeply, suctioning her copious flow between his lips.

Their throats emitted mixed ecstatic moans. It was a duet of sexual gratification and erotic enjoyment of the come that filled their mouths.

"Ooommmm! Ummmm! Hsssssh!" Sounds of their sexual symphony filled the quiet of the room.

Even after the last throb of their mutual orgasms died out, they continued to suck each other off. Reluctantly, they parted. Sharon rolled off of Owen.

"Are you satisfied now?" Sharon asked Wayne. She attempted a tone of resentment. "I think Owen has fulfilled the requirements of your initiation."

"Yeah!" he grudgingly conceded. "You really dig fucking around with kids, don't you?"

Sharon's face flushed. "We're not here to discuss my sexual inclinations. Now that we've satisfied your perverted desires, I think we ought to call it a night!"

Wayne leered at her! "It's over for Owen tonight! He passed his test! But I want you to stay around a little while longer." He opened his fly and took out his stiff cock.

"I don't intend to jerk myself off after watching you two enjoy yourselves fucking," Wayne said. "You and I are going to ball a little."

"That's enough of your shit!" Owen spoke up. Sharon was surprised at his outburst. She thought it was cute of him to defend her. However, his defiant action could result in severe repercussions with someone with Wayne's temperament.

"That's all right, Owen!" she injected. "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself. You go back to the house. Besides, I want to see if Mr. Trevors can do as well as you in exciting me.

"Evidently, he thinks he can do as well in bed as on a football field! There's a big difference! In bed, he's on his own. He doesn't have ten other men helping him!" she taunted.

Owen wisely turned away to smile as he dressed. Sharon saw his grin. It was just as well that Wayne didn't see him. He would have vent his rage upon Owen. She wanted to keep Wayne mad at her. His rage would affect his sexual prowess. That was what she wanted to accomplish.

His sustained anger would keep him off balance. She was hoping it would shorten her stay with him. She had enjoyed her session with Owen in spite of being observed. It had been a long evening. Sharon wanted to limit her time with Wayne.

Keeping him sexually inefficient might accomplish her aim. Owen, dressed, winked at her as he passed by. "Are you sure everything is okay?" he asked.

Sharon nodded. "Don't worry! You go to bed." She turned back to Wayne. "Is this going to be a quickie or do you intend to take off your clothes? If I'm going to take care of a prick, I want to know how!" She held up her hand in protest. "No personal offense intended. I was referring to your sex piece, not my opinion of you."

He stood there with his clothes on, his exposed cock still erect. "Get down on your knees and start sucking me off!" he demanded.

She smiled to herself. It was going to be a quickie!