Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17A

"Walk forward," Samir told her at Shaun's direction, adding quite unnecessarily, "Watch your head... It opens up in a little way." Sharon moved cautiously, feeling the way with her hands. There was a slight curve. The air pressure had changed again, and the music became louder. She recognized that she was stepping outside once again. When the hand she was keeping on the low roof lost contact with the rough surface, she gingerly stood, aware of the movement of cold air over her nearly naked body. Goosebumps rose, but as she continued forward she found that there was warm, almost hot air blowing down. And there were bright lights, positioned high above, on several sides, she could tell from the narrow slice of the world she could see at the lower edge of the hood when she adjusted it.

The music was loud, and she could hear voices, shouting and laughter. But there was nobody close, and no one seemed to have noticed her.

"Leave the hood on until you are introduced," Samir warned, and Sharon nodded. The lights dimmed, and she stepped back, finding the irregular rock like wall at the left edge of the corridor she had left. She carefully moved to her left, following the wall with one hand, the other out in front of her, testing. The wall curved around, and then both hands met metal bars at nearly the same moment. She stopped, surprised, and listened.

A strange laughter startled her, from very near, but on the other side of the rough wall. Suddenly nervous, the white wife reversed course, more quickly reaching the low corridor. She was nervous now, but she remembered the door closing-- there was no exit in that direction. She reached across the empty space, then repeated her halting exploration of the right wall, until she again came into contact with cold metal bars. It was less a surprise, and Sharon had noticed that the voices of the others at the party were much clearer here. She considered saying something, but knew she was supposed to wait for whatever introduction the frat had planned.

Waiting, she realized there was a quiet regular noise. She listened. It sounded like quiet footsteps moving back and forth, back and forth. She cleared her throat, and the movement stopped. There was a bird like chirp, and then a low growl, which made the hairs on the back of Sharon's neck stand up. Terrified, she turned back and took a step away from the wall. She was immediately lost in the open space. She froze, hearing the strange laughter again off to her right.

"Brothers," Dave's voice... No Shaun, Sharon realized, "Welcome to our Savannah Celebration," There were cheers and shouts, "Just for tonight we're back home... in Africa." Sharon shivered, wondering just what sort of party it was going to be. "As in years past, thanks to Robert and this year Raymond, for helping us to get as close to Africa as you can and still be in the middle of the US." There were cheers from nearby, and Sharon moved toward the sound, her hands outstretched. "Drink up, party, but don't forget our new attraction," Shaun continued, and Sharon was convinced he meant her, "Everyone knows our favorite BZB has been missing." The crowd quieted, and Sharon was pleased that she had been missed, "I guess it's time for her unveiling..." She reached for her hood, not certain if it was time, wondering if she needed to move. There was another laugh to her left, much louder than before, and a second later, the strange low growl on her right, which terminated in something like a click." Unnerved, Sharon took two quick steps forward, banging into vertical bars. She barely managed to keep from falling back.

"I think you'll agree it was worth the wait, my brothers... and I know she's anxious to see each and every one of you, but let's not scare our little wildcat, she's more than ready to play... aren't you Sharon?" The lights went on again, and Sharon took that as her clue, reaching up to strip the hood off.

She gasped, finding herself brightly lit by mercury vapor lights high over head to each side and behind. The lights at the sides were in front of her, mounted atop the high wall of metal bars that continued forward from the end of the rock like vee into which she had entered. A curved row of bars was only a step or two in front of Sharon, the spaces too small for her to slip through. On the other side of the bars, the frat members, their dates, and many of the other BZ Bitches were arrayed on a broad grassy slope. Portable heaters were scattered about and Sharon realized that many of the frat members were dressed in authentic African clothing.

Turning, Sharon gasped again, seeing the heavy dog like animal looking at her intently through the bars to her left, where it was standing farther forward in its exhibit. She backpedaled, turning as she did to see the spotted cat... a Cheetah, she realized, watching her through the bars at the other side of her cage from its similar far forward perch. She did a quick check, seeing that the wall extended a foot and more beyond where her own bars curved out to form the front of her enclosure; she had never been at risk of putting her hand in either animal's mouth..

The party goers, having seen who it was in the bright lights, had begun to cheer. The sound increased as Sharon spun, her 'tail' whipping upwards against the back of her thigh before dropping between her shapely calves again. Sharon knew that she was in a zoo exhibit... There was what looked like a small pool filled with clear water, and a low concrete couch or table. She looked back to the crowd, still trying to process just where they were. What was she doing in a cage?

The music kicked on again, and then a brighter light went on. It was directed at a flag pole that rose out of the concrete maybe ten feet back from the front row of bars. Sharon's eyes followed the spot light, and moved up the pole. A ZB 'SDM' flag snapped high above, only partially illuminated by the fixed lights of the enclosure. But she knew what was expected. And somehow she knew that the sooner she did what was expected, the sooner she would be able to enjoy the party, as well.

She strode toward the pole, twitching her hips, which set her tail moving behind her. The pole was thicker than she used at Go's, but it was solid, and she spun once, and then again, letting her arm extend. It was exciting being outside nearly naked with so many frat members nearby, watching and cheering her on. She let her head drop back, smiling as she wondered how many people had ever been able to say they had partied inside a zoo attraction. She had forgotten that there was a small animal sanctuary owned by the city. And she was amazed that the city let the frat have such a party on site, but then she was not that surprised after all, as thoroughly as the ZB seemed to have everything in the city under their control.

Party-goers had moved closer, watching the aroused housewife dancing in the African Trail enclosure. She saw Kelly, hands against the low horizontal rail that separated the crowd from the enclosures, bent at the waist. She waved at Sharon, mouth dropping open as Andrew, who was holding her by the waist went on fucking into her from behind, obviously getting Sharon's dance partner off. Lots of the other BZ Bitches were enjoying similar attention, and Sharon found herself wishing she was out with her sisters.

When the song ended, Sharon stalked away from the pole, moving a feral cat prowling the edge of the enclosure, passing within nearly an arm's length of the cheetah which was matching her course at the right edge before she climbed up onto the low concrete slab, in profile to the cheering crowd. Dropping her head below the level of her ass as she posed on all fours, the white wife wiggled her ass invitingly. Sitting up, she caught the top of the tight tube top, and turning to face the crowd, she tugged down, baring her nipples. The guys cheered, and the music was again muted.

"Anyone see anything different about our Sharon?" There were cheers, but Sharon was distracted because she had heard Shaun's voice behind her, not just over the speakers. She looked back, feeling a flush of arousal at seeing the big frat member standing in the enclosure with her. He had a wireless mic in one hand, and as she watched, he lowered his zipper, fishing out that amazing cock...

"Think this cage can hold you?" he asked, stepping close enough to catch hold of the front of Sharon's top. She found herself facing the big young black man, his cock waving at nearly the level of her face. She nodded. "Think you can show your thanks to all the members here for that amazing new rack before we let you enjoy yourself?" Sharon blinked, not sure what he meant, but she was already nodding. Anything to have him inside of her... to have any of them inside of her.

She shivered, having reached out to catch hold of Shaun's naked cock, thrilled when he did not pull away. She lowered her head, sucking his cock into her mouth, not stopping until he was pushing into her throat. Shaun groaned suggestively into the mic, which spurred her on, but he stopped her after a moment, holding her hair almost painfully until she stopped struggling to get him in her mouth again. Sharon was panting. She saw the flashes as the arrayed party goers snapped photos with their cell phones. And she did not care.

"Whose tits are those?" Shaun circled her bared nipples, then tugged gently at the piercing.

"They belong to ZB," Sharon said into the microphone, "Let me show you..." She started to pull the tight tube top off, but Shaun caught her hand.

"Wait now, little slut," he warned, his cock tantalizingly close. He held up a small bottle, which he inverted, squeezing a stream of liquid onto Sharon's cleavage. She realized it was oil, and shivered as the cool liquid oozed down her skin between her tight pressed breasts. Shaun directed a second stream onto his big cock, then caught hold of Sharon's left shoulder, the side away from the crowd. She was on her knees on the platform, and the position was perfect for the taller frat member to flex his knees, slipping his big cock beneath Sharon's tube top. She shuddered as he straightened his knees, thrusting his cock up between her breasts. She looked down, licking her lips as the broad mushroom tip jutted up from between her augmented breasts. "Do you want to taste that?" he taunted. Sharon did not answer. She did not nod. She ducked her head, sucking at his helmet until he pulled back the tip dropping between her breasts for a few seconds before he reversed to push up and into her mouth again.

Sharon moaned, hands rising to pinch her nipples through the tube top as the big ZB leader steadily tit fucked her in front of the cheering crowd. He did not last long, going still as Sharon slurped at his swollen glans. She was openly fingering her drooling sex by then, not caring who was watching them, and her entire body spasmed as she climaxed while swallowing Shaun's load. He deftly pulled his cock free of her breasts, and held both arms up.

"Come anoint our new toys, guys," Shaun stepped back, smiling down at the aroused white wife, "When she's thanked us all for her new tits, we'll see if we can't give her something else to say thanks for." He turned the microphone off and the music grew loud again. Sharon was just beginning to comprehend what he had said as he sauntered toward the entrance of the enclosure, past the line of ZB members that had already formed along the wall on the enclosure's left side. Sharon giggled as Tom stepped forward.

"Are you sure you don't want to put that amazing cock inside of me?" she asked, leaning back suggestively on the concrete pad. And she could tell that the big lineman wanted to, by the way he hesitated. "Please, baby?" she cooed, "God I want to feel you inside of me." But Samir was behind him, and at swat against the much larger frat member's heavily muscled upper arm, Tom dutifully took his turn having Sharon wrap her tits around his manhood to get him off.

Sharon was relieved that they were quick to apply more oil. By the time Tom, Samir, and Leroy had taken a turn, her entire body glistened from the oil that had oozed down over her stomach and thighs. The concrete beneath her was becoming slick, but she did not care. After handling another half dozen frat members, she asked about a drink. Bernie pointed to a steel pan that had been set on the concrete pad, and Sharon giggled, seeing the contents: mind eraser. She dutifully lapped at it, waving her ass at the line of waiting ZB, hoping someone would choose to fuck her. But of course, she was not done 'thanking' them, yet.

Sharon was well on her way to being drunk by the time the first hour had passed. A pad had been provided for her knees, and the tube top had long since been abandoned. She was willingly pressing her bare breasts around each frat member's cock when he stepped up. When she was fortunate, the young men would fuck themselves against her chest. But several insisted she 'do all the work.' Many fed her their load, while others had insisted her breasts needed to be 'baptized' by ZB cum, and along with the oil still being applied in liberal squirts, so that her entire torso was soaked.

She quickly lost her place, uncertain how many of the frat members had let her 'thank them' for her new breasts. For awhile she tried to guess how long it would take; most were done within a few minutes, and while it was one of the bigger fraternities, she knew that there had only been 15 pledge members at the time she had become a BZ Bitch. As she entered her second hour thanking the members, she had decided there must be 60 young men anxious to enjoy her new chest, but with five and six year seniors, there were more, even accounting for those who had dropped out or graduated early, and only a handful had other obligations and were not there for the frat's annual winter party at the zoo. And the actual number did not really matter, she knew, as she kept lapping at the mind eraser water bowl, between 'thanking' new cocks. She only knew her turn was coming; focusing on anything else was too difficult.

As the third hour started, she had resorted to laying on her back as she had done at the direction of Raymond, a vet student ZB who had straddled her abdomen, thrusting at her as she held his cock trapped between her breasts. She giggled at how easy it was, and again when he spewed his load over the bare tops of her breasts and her face. Several of his brothers enjoyed that same position before Zeke eventually demanded she get up on all fours.

He was standing in front of her, which meant she had to sit back, rising and falling to wank his shaft with her tits. Her thighs were burning by then, and she was having trouble focusing to maintain the coordination necessary to get him off. She apologized when he complained, and assumed he was angry because she was so clumsy. Looking over, she groaned, seeing there was still a line. She had three fingers buried in her dripping sex, and had taken to begging each ZB approaching her to fuck her, admitting that she needed to cum.

Slurring that she needed 'a drink and a squirt,' Sharon leaned over, lapping at the mind eraser after Zeke unceremoniously spattered her chest and neck with his load and stomped off. There had been cheers when he finished, but that had been happening, anyway, so Sharon was surprised when hands caught her hips

"So you think you need a cock?" Sharon moaned, nodding her head as she sucked more of the alcohol out of the pan, "You thanked everyone properly?" Shaun was behind her, teasing her. Sharon nodded again. "Tell me what you want," he said calmly. Face dripping the pink alcoholic mixture, and his brothers' cum, Sharon looked out at the crowd partying on the lawn outside of the enclosure. There were several watching her, she could tell. She shivered, not caring who saw or heard her.

"Fuck me, Shaun!" she said, twitching her ass in his hands, "Please, daddy, give me your big clack co-Ahhh!" He fed himself into her easily, not stopping until his hips were pressed against her ass. Sharon had thrown her head back, back arched, frozen in place as he filled her up. Her only awareness was the delicious sensation of having him inside of her. And then there was the exquisite friction as he moved, thrusting in and out. When he stopped after a few minutes, she was pushing back, fucking herself onto his big cock, hands gripping the edges of the concrete pad. She cried out as she came for a second time since he had impaled her, the pleasure incredible after the need that had built up.

Shaun resumed his thrusting, and despite having cum already, the excitement in what they were doing to their pet white wife, and where it was happening quickly had him ready to cut loose. As much as he wanted to remind her whose she was, filling her up with his load, Shaun knew that there would be complaints if he did so. He reluctantly pulled out, stepping around to feed the slack jawed wife his cock. At his urging, she swallowed him, sucking hungrily, getting every drop of his second climax of the night. And by the time he pulled out of her throat, Tom was balls deep in her married cunt, so that Sharon's cry of pleasure echoed in the narrow confines of the animal enclosure.

"Yes!" Sharon screamed, "God yes. Fuck me, Tom! Give me that amazing cock. Don't ever stop! Ahhh!" Shaun was impressed that the white wife knew who it was thrusting into her, even though she had not looked back. When he mentioned it later to Dave, his friend snorted, reminding him it was their second time through the line. But Shaun was not sure that Sharon was not so hooked on at least some of the ZB members that she would be able to tell who it was by the way they were fucking her, and as much as she had been drinking, he doubted she remembered the order in which the frat had taken her the first time around.

To be sure, Tom had noticed, and he had upped his game, hammering into the delirious wife until the guys waiting their turn were complaining. A high point of the video Dave was editing had been Tom pausing, buried in Sharon's cunt, the newly shorn blonde bobbing her head like a mare being bred as the big lineman glanced back at the others, quieting their complaints without a word. And he had demonstrated a clear disregard of the 'dos and don't's' of using the ZB Bitches at parties, too, shouting and making a show of finishing up INSIDE of Sharon several minutes later. Of course, Sharon had cried out, cumming with him and urging him to 'fill her up,' to 'give her his cum.' And instead of leaving, the hulking football player had stayed in the enclosure afterwards, making sure that none of the other frat members did anything too over the top with his favorite BZ Bitch.

Sharon had still been hot when the next brother drove into her, riding her doggy style to a climax that by her quieter release further emphasized the grade A fuck Tom had provided her just before. Sharon had finished the next four ZB before she had been taking cock as long as Tom had ridden her. And she was still getting off, but with clearly less enthusiasm as at Shaun and Tom's turns.

When one of the guys complained she wasn't fucking back at him, Tom had stepped up, looking as if he might toss the grouch over the bars into the hyena pit, and the offending frat member had wisely decided to quit while he was ahead.

Giggling, Sharon had rolled onto her back on the concrete pad, legs draped widespread over the edge. She giggled again when the next to use her pulled her lower, getting better leverage to fuck her by standing at the edge of the low table.

"Mmmm, I've needed this," she said not caring who was around. Blinking drunkenly, the white wife lifted her head and focused on Tom, "Thank you for getting me off so good, baby," she told the big lineman, "I love all of this cock, but you're so speciallll..." Her head dropped back almost violently and she had giggled as her body began to rock at the new partner. And while her body continued to respond to the line of her ZB 'admirers,' she was shortly thereafter out, a breathing fuck doll for those frat members intent on getting off no matter what.