Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17A

There were enough BZ Bitches and dates that not all of the frat members attending the party took a second turn with their pet wife. In fact, she had not really taken every ZB member at the party. Many preferred not to share the party favor when they could enjoy another of the willing stable of women one on one. True most had taken a turn titty fucking their prize, a sort of rite that was new to the frat, but which everyone agreed would become a staple as more of their girls went off to Vegas to be 'pimped.'

And thanks to a little planning by Dave and Samir, the footage they had was more than adequate to build on customers' interest in their pet married bitch. The rough cuts were also a help in Dave's convincing Go that being patient would be amply rewarded, since watching the white wife put out with her impressive rack meant she would be an even bigger draw at the club.

The club owner actually made a short GIF of Tom hammering into Sharon and the wife's open mouth and half closed eyes proving she loved it the screen saver on his computer. Whenever he saw it, the big club owner felt himself start to get hard. He vowed he would have his pet married dancer getting off like that draped over his desk the first night she was back to dance. And Dave had grudgingly provided stills that Go was already planning to use to promote her return .

Sharon's body had still been responsive, and when roused, the white wife was still more than willing to to fuck when there were no more members waiting a turn with her. She had been taking cock in one way or another for just under five hours. Semi-conscious, she lay panting on the cum and oil smeared concrete pad, legs splayed lewdly, breasts standing up proudly, her mind lost to the echoing pleasure she had hungered for.

After several minutes like that, she had sat up to find that she was alone in the enclosure. She groaned as she stood, finding that her hips and thighs were sore, and moved gingerly to the door, which was, of course, closed. She needed to pee badly, and when no one responded to her calls, she reluctantly slipped into the small pool, hoping the water was clean, to relieve herself in the tepid water without making a scene of it, staying in to wipe absently at the liberal jism smeared over her body. Water beaded sexily on her oily skin when she climbed out. She returned to the pad, picking the pan up to get another drink, then padded around the cage, watching the party going on before her, and soon enough trying to encourage one or another frat members to join her in the cage.

She had relented after only a couple minutes, aware that her arousal had ebbed, and any new sexual activity might be more uncomfortable than pleasant. Giggling, she lay back , hands roaming over her naked body, gently cupping her thoroughly used sex as she stared up at the lights, and then out at the milling, partying crowd. She had fallen asleep, smiling at the thought of what the zookeepers would say when they found her in the morning, and absently wishing Shaun or Tom or Dave would join her to get her off when she woke...

***

Sharon sat up, clutching the thin sheet to her naked chest, and looked about, certain for a moment that she was still in the enclosure at he Sunrise zoo's African exhibit. But it was too light out, and she was lying in a bed. Her bed, she realized, relaxing, but only for a moment before the married student tried to remember how she had gotten home. She could remember Samir taking her to the party... She remembered the hood and the tail. Reaching down, she was relieved and disappointed at once to find the tail was no longer in place.

She fell back, staring up at the ceiling, remembering the line of frat members using her chest like some press together pussy, and how each moment had built her need for them to do more. And that then they had. She bit her lip, aware of her body responding to the memory, arousal superimposed on the diffuse aches that were now to the white wife the familiar sequela to having been used in a gang bang or orgy. She knew she had serviced all comers... remembered cumming and cumming and cumming. But she could not remember leaving the cage. She hesitantly pushed the sheet down to eye her chest... Dozens of young men had used her breasts to get off, but she saw no bruises or tell tale marks. She ran her hands over her breasts... no painful spots, and then down over her stomach, the skin still slightly oily. Shivering, Sharon remembered the way her body had welcomed one frat member after another. She'd been deliciously fucked, the wild animal taken in her cage without ever being broken. She wondered what had happened after the party. Had she had sex anywhere else? With anyone else? Had one or another of the ZB been with her in her bed? She glanced at the sheets, but there were no drying puddles or marks to suggest such.

She had to pee, so she got up, her body protesting, wanting her to move more gingerly. And while the persistent, distracting need was no longer foremost in her thought, even knowing that she had been more than thoroughly fucked in the preceding hours, a tickle of arousal was still there when she had finished showering. Sharon pirouetted, looking at herself in the mirror. Her breasts stood proud and firm, nipples tight in the cool bathroom air. She smiled, wondering what Chris would say when she went home for Valentine's.

The BZ's pet housewife spent the rest of Sunday morning recovering from the zoo party. She still crossed the campus and exercised, stopping in the library to study before returning to practice dance moves on the pole. It amazed her what a couple ibuprofen could do.

School resumed Monday, and Sharon maintained the pattern... class, exercise, study, selecting new songs and working on dance routines. The television was always on, and she was unsurprised to see teasers for 'The Taming of Sharon'.

Though inured to the graphic nature of the clip, and the reality that it showed that it was obviously her getting off on a carefully obscured ZB member's cock, the realization that parts of the surrounding city could be identified beyond the bars was troubling. Until Thursday Sharon fully expected the police to come knocking about her being charged with indecent exposure, lewd acts in public or maybe vandalizing public property. Anxious to stop know if it was a valid concern, she called the frat, asking the nameless plebe who answered who had arranged for the frat to use the zoo.

He had not had an answer, but put her on hold. Sharon had expected Dave to pick up with some appeasing non-answer, so she was surprised when Ray had picked up. She repeated her question, asking how the frat had arranged for her 'wilding' at the zoo of all places.

"Sharon," the young vet student had laughed, "That was just a lucky break. We have had an 'Africa in Winter' party several years running... You can rent the zoo out for parties, but not many people do it in the winter. So we get it almost free."

"But the... the uhm cage?"

"Well, that's a little more luck for us.... Since I'm there for some vet school rotations, and since Robert works there, we have keys... I guess you could say we have, you know... better access. There happened to be an empty enclosure-- they use it trying to get the Cheetahs or hyenas to breed, but in the winter that isn't an issue, at least not usually."

"What?" Sharon was puzzled at the course the discussion was taking.

"Oh, nothing... Sorry, I was just thinking about something one of the zookeepers said earlier today. That answer your question?" She assured him it did, feeling relief that she was not going to have to 'pay' someone else with her body for the frat's party. Or the police to not arrest her. "... thanks again, Sharon," the young man had continued earnestly, "I've spent so much time studying that my girl left me, so getting to party with you was... Well, like I said, thanks!"

"So you had a good time?" Sharon knew the answer, but did not want him asking her anything-- she did not remember him at all from the party or any of the other parties.

"Are you kidding? It was the best winter party ever. And your breasts are amazing. I mean," he stumbled over himself, "You were gorgeous before, and I'm not all about big boobs, but the new you looks pretty fantastic." Sharon thanked him and he hung up.

She thought he had seemed distracted, too, but it was a relief she was not going to be front page news as having been the main attraction at an orgy at the local zoo. She idly wondered if they could still arrest her after the fact for public nudity or lewd acts or something similar. She considered looking about just that on the internet, but by the time she had practiced on the pole and enjoyed a few bong hits, she forgot all about her earlier concerns.

Sharon was at class on Monday, still glowing slightly after putting in a harder workout than she had any morning the week before. Her chest had, after all, endured an orgy two days before. She augmented a harder run on the treadmill with squats, then a set of elevated push ups until her arms gave out at which point she rolled onto her back between the hand grips and did alternating sit ups and crunches until she was not sure she could actually stand up, and she had been relieved that already the dedication of other students new year's resolutions had apparently faded, since she had the gym to herself. Her workout had taken longer, and she had not had time to shower before rushing to her economics class.

Mortified at her appearance, she kept her head down, not recognizing the longing stares of too many of the young men. Even the instructor was obviously distracted by her on several occasions. The reactions were barely less obvious in the next class, although then Sharon did notice, and was flattered, but feigned ignorance, puzzled at why so many of the male students kept looking her way. She checked her compact, making certain there was nothing wrong with the make up she had thrown on hurriedly after the first class.

There was a two hour break after her second class, but she did not go home, studying long enough to have her assignments from the first two classes completed, then walking the periphery of the campus to the old stadium, joining other students walking on the track until it was time for the last class of the day.

Slipping in early, she still chose a seat near the back. Sharon waved at the other BZ Bitches who were in her class as well, and at the ZB members who were seated with the other girls. Seeing that, Sharon was abruptly aware that she was not similarly accompanied.

She missed much of class, wondering if she wanted Shaun or Dave or Tom sitting by her through class. She had come to college to do what she wanted, after all. Sharon blushed, wondering if she had come wanting to become the sex toy for the frat. That wasn't possible, was it? It was hard to argue the point, considering the thought of the ZB attending class wit her had quickly devolved into fantasies in which they were hammering into her from behind in the middle of class.

By the time the bell rang, Sharon was glad she was by herself, because she suspected she would have let any of the frat members take her right there in class, considering she was dripping wet.

It made it tempting to go home after class, but instead, Sharon was determined to use her arousal to push herself harder, adding a second actual workout. She abandoned the treadmill after getting her heart rate into the target zone, then resumed the circuit training and free weights that had been her routine at the end of the last year. She was not surprised that on most pieces of equipment she still had to scale back a brick from then. She let her frustration at the obvious loss of muscle mass add to her drive and focus. Her muscles were shaking and she felt sick by the time she had completed her circuit, but the oversexed white wife pushed through the pain, repeating the push up crunch sit up cycle from the day before.

"Need some help?" a scrawny young man asked. He sounded sincere, but his eyes were glued to Sharon's chest. She was lying on her back, panting after her max effort series, and realized she was sweating enough that her shirt clung to her like a second skin, giving him quite a show.

Sharon shook her head, waved for him to go on, trying to remember if there was anything left in her water bottle, because the effort to reach for it made finding out an expensive proposition. The young man stepped closer. "You're... I've heard... well..." Sharon wanted to scramble up before this hopelessly inept young man asked her about having sex there in the gymnasium. But she was too tired to get up at that moment. She shook her head frantically.

"I'm a pledge..." the young man went on after a pause, blinking rapidly, and Sharon almost laughed, thinking he meant he was a ZB pledge. "I was hoping..." he continued hesitantly, "Well, would you let me take a picture with you?" It was Sharon's turn to blink.

"You... you want a picture?" She almost said 'only.' The young man nodded. "And why?"

"Uhm, if I get a selfie with a fraternity's 'little sister' I get off of the scut list." Sharon giggled, guessing whatever frat the young man was joining did not expect him to get a photo.

"Sure," she shrugged, then winced, because even that hurt... Maybe she had pushed a bit too hard. "Do you have your phone?" He nodded, obviously surprised she had agreed, and fumbled his phone out of his shorts. "How many Sisters have you asked?" He froze at that, and Sharon waved her hand, "Oh, no, I was just curious."

"Oh," he was visibly relieved and smiled nervously, "Well, most of the fraternity sisters are not... uhm..."

"They are not as obvious?" Sharon offered, glancing down at her sweat soaked 'BZ Bitch' T-shirt. He nodded. He was staring at her breasts again.

"Uh..." he blinked, staring openly, "Uhm..." Catching himself, he glanced at Sharon's eyes for a millisecond, before glancing down. His skin flushed, eyes widening as if he had just realized she might get upset and change her mind. He waved his phone eagerly and rushed on, "Unless we see girls at a frat party it's hard to know... well, even then it's hard to know if they are little sisters or if they just went to a frat party." Sharon nodded, aware that his reaction was exciting her-- it felt good having such power over even a young socially awkward student. "And I asked a couple..." he glanced back up at her face, gauging her response. Sharon nodded, "Asked a couple girls. They denied being little sisters, even though I think at least one was."

"So all you need is a photo of us together?" He nodded.

"Yeah... but you can't let any of the other pledges take a photo with you then." Sharon frowned.

"That doesn't seem very fair."

"Has someone else asked?" Again the young man seemed crestfallen.

"No," Sharon smiled, "But if they ask why should I say 'no'?"

"Oh. Uhm, well, if two of us have the same Little Sister in a photo we both go back on the scut board." Sharon nodded.

"And that's a bad thing." He nodded as eagerly as he had at anything.

"It's awful."

"I thought that would just mean doing their homework or chores." The young man shook his head but did not elaborate. Sharon shrugged, "OK, all I need to do is tell them is I was already asked." He nodded. Sharon lifted her head, shaking her hair out, then let it back down on the mat. "Well, why don't you lay down here beside me and we can get this over with."

"Uh, I uh... Wha... I mean... Uhm, you don't want to be standing up?" Sharon watched out of the corner of her eye as he shifted, a bulge appearing in his shorts.

"I'm so sore I can't get up quite yet," she told him honestly, "You asked if I needed help, remember?" He nodded jerkily, "What's your name?" she asked as he looked nervously about the gym.

"Clark. Clark Pepper," he answered, apparently convincing himself it was safe. He moved to one knee, then paused as if unsure what to do. Sharon giggled and shook her head, stretching her arm out .

"I promise I won't bite, just lay down here beside me." He did, but paused until Sharon moved her arm. On a whim the white wife caught hold of Clark's hand, instead, raising it up and pressing the back of his hand against her right breast, directly over her nipple. He twitched visibly, going rigid beside her. Glancing at him, Sharon saw him looking about the room in obvious alarm.

"What's wrong, Clark?" she purred.

"I, uhm... I don't want to upset any of your... of your friends," he managed.

"And you think this would upset them?" she was honestly surprised. He shrugged, and she knew he was not lying. "Well, I don't think it would," she assured him, "I've... I've visited with non frat students before, and no one has gotten upset." Clark nodded, but was clearly less than convinced. "Do you have your phone ready?" she reminded him, then. He held up his cell phone, then set it on his chest fiddling with the screen one handed for a moment. She nearly giggled, that he was worried about upsetting the ZB, but not so much he wanted to reclaim his hand from where it rested. He held the phone up, and she saw the number '4' count down to 3' on the screen, superimposed over their faces. If not for the red of the mat they could have been lying in bed.

"Smile," he said unnecessarily, and then the camera flashed. He sat up, gaze following his hand as he pulled it off of her breast, and then looked down at his phone. "That's great!" he smiled broadly, looking at Sharon again, "Thank you so much." Sharon giggled, then held up a hand.

"I think I'll take you up on your offer now, Clark," she purred, the tone making the young man twitch again.

"Uh, what?"

"You asked if I needed help," Sharon pouted playfully, "I think I could use a hand getting up... Can't just lie here in the gym all day." Smiling shyly, he nodded, reaching down and helping Sharon to lever herself upright. He was still holding her hands, his gaze locked again on her breasts. "They're nice, aren't they?" she asked him. She asked herself if she really wanted to have sex with this child... he could be Scott. Clark managed a nod, then repeated the flush and skittering glance at her eyes.

"It's okay to look, Clark" she shrugged, and they shifted beneath the wet T shirt, drawing his eyes once again, "It's what they're for. And if I'm dressed like this I really can't get too upset, can I?" He shook his head uncertainly. "And I'm glad you like them." Clark nodded again absently. "But I should warn you I'm more... open than most of the students you'll meet. Remember that most girls won't admit they really like it if you stare at their chests," she cautioned, "At least not when you're out in public." That reminded him again where they were, and glancing about, the young man stepped back offering something like a wave or salute.

"T-thanks again," he managed, then turned, dashing out of the room. Sharon laughed, watching the envious stares of the handful of other guys who had been exercising at the same time. Before any got the courage to take a shot themselves, she scooped her towel off of the bench near where she had been working and went into the ladies locker room.

Sharon half expected to find her new admirer exercising at the same time the next day. She had not really stopped to consider how Clark had located her, assuming he had happened upon her while he was at the fitness center. As had become the usual situation during class time, there were few others in the weight room when she exited the women's lockers.

She paid them no mind as she climbed onto the treadmill, planning to jog a mile before she began her circuit. It was technically 'arm day,' she could imagine her son saying, but she planned to work her core every day as well, just maybe not as strenuously as the day before.