Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 10

Sharon Goes Back to School

original story: Scipio

story continuation by RogueAlan

Chapter 10: Saving Sharon

Sharon rolled over and sighed. She'd been awake for more than an hour, waiting and hoping for Shaun to arrive. She'd showered, surprised she still had no need to shave, and had thoroughly brushed her teeth-- morning breath didn't begin to describe what had settled on her tongue overnight. She'd donned one of the frilly pieces of lingerie Shaun or Dave had left in her dresser, eager to spend some time with the big Frat Brother. After 30 minutes she'd hopped up again, starting a pot of coffee and then packing the bowl of the bong, just in case. She was tempted to use it, but decided to wait.

She sighed again. It wasn't the 1st time Shaun hadn't visited. She told herself he was undoubtedly busy at the Frat and would call. Laying on her back, she thought about the prior night's party and jumped up, taking another of the morning after pills that they BZ Brothers had provided. She didn't know if they could cause problems, but resolved to visit the school clinic the next week to go on the pill. She checked her cell phone again. No calls.

She pouted for a moment, angry not even her kids had called. Realizing what she'd been doing not 12 hours before though, she blushed, and decided she was glad Chris hadn't called. She shuddered, wondering how he would respond to the changes she'd undergone, and resolved to take Kelly along, so he could see that she was just "one of the girls." Of course, her ******** would undoubtedly demand she be allowed to get her navel pierced. They'd argued about that over the summer.

Shoving aside concerns about whether her ****** would suspect just what she'd been doing, Sharon got up and decided to make breakfast. She realized she was starving as she took the skillet out of the drawer beneath the stove, and quickly put 3 pieces of toast in the toaster and began to make a 3 egg omelet. About the time she was going to sit down to eat there was a knock on the door.

Surrendering to the excitement she felt at Shaun's arrival, Sharon ran to the door, not caring she was still in the barely there lingerie and nothing else. A key was already opening the lock when she reached the door, and a moment later, Shaun came inside, smiling broadly at the obviously aroused white housewife.

"How's my favorite BZ Bitch?" he teased, accepting the full body hug Sharon delivered without hesitation. She tried not to pout when Dave sauntered in behind him, carrying a box. Forcing a smile, she stepped back as the young men closed the door. She stepped up and hugged Dave, as well, ever the good hostess.

“Mmm, smells good!” Dave said, walking into the kitchen as if it was his own. He grabbed a plate out of the cabinet, a 2nd fork, and then casually divided the omelet. He sat down, and after kissing Sharon Shaun joined him. They dug into Sharon's intended breakfast as she stood by, unsure what they expected of her.

“Ready to earn that award again, little Money Maker?” Shaun asked when he'd finished. Sharon nodded, wincing at the name.

“I don't think I like that name.” She said, images of a streetwalker coming to mind. Dave snorted but Shaun glared at him, then nodded to Sharon.

“It's OK, I'd never say it in outside company.” he pushed back from the table, motioning for Sharon to sit on his lap. She smiled and did as he'd indicated. "we'll just say 'Minnie Mouse' when we're talking about your helping the Frat out, that all right?" Sharon bit her lip but nodded.

“Uhm, how can I help?" She waited, pleased when Shaun began to tease one nipple through the lingerie-- he wanted her. Dave stood up with the box he'd set on the linoleum. He went to the fridge and opened it, setting some things out from the box on the counter and then systematically taking things out of her fridge. "What's Dave doing?" Sharon asked without thinking about whether she sounded challenging. Shaun laughed.

"Like I said, we need your help."

"I thought..." Sharon blushed, "I thought we might?" she trailed off, but looked to the bedroom. Shaun was still working her nipple-- the pierced side-- and she squirmed in his lap. He smiled.

“That sounds great, but it's gonna have to wait." he paused, shaking his head at the bad rhyme, "We need you to make a phone call and then be a hostess." Sharon sagged a little, expecting they wanted her to service one or another of the many Teacher Assistants on campus. But she nodded. "Great," Shaun praised her. “Dave is just checking to make sure we have things ready."

She looked over. He was stirring the coffee pot as if wondering whether he wanted a cup. Nodding to himself, he moved the box off of the counter onto the floor. The food she'd just purchased nearly filled it up. Puzzled, she watched as Dave put a big pitcher of orange juice that hadn't been there before inside the fridge, as well as 2 six packs of the beer he and Shaun favored. Noticing her eyes were on him, Dave motioned her over.

"We're gonna take the milk and eggs and cheese and bologna," he pointed to the empty drawers, "and all of the fruits you've got except for the celery." he smiled as if she should understand, "But we'll leave the Asti's and keep this beer in there and cold." He pointed at the coffee maker, "It's perfect that you've got a pot ready." He set a pile of little blue pills on the counter left of the sink, “Don't mess with these." He added little round pink pills near the blue ones, and a variety of white tablets and pills on the other side of the sink. He dropped partially smoked joints on the counter, and a used ashtray miraculously appeared. He set several empty beer bottles on the sink and table, going back into the living room where more roaches and empty bottles were strategically placed.

Finished, he looked at his handiwork then pointed at Sharon while talking to Dave.

"We're set, but she got cleaned up. The bitch won't buy it if she doesn't look used." Sharon's brow furrowed in puzzlement. Shaun got up before she could ask what they were talking about.

"We'll take care of that." he winked at her. "Just bring the baggie over.” Dave shrugged and moved over, pulling a baggie out of his pocket.

"Now," Shaun began, "I understand you have a class with Dr. Eller" Sharon nodded hesitantly. “She's..”



“She's a royal bitch!" Dave interrupted. Shaun frowned, as Sharon looked like she might argue.

"Let's just say she isn't on board like the other professors." Shaun continued.

“She's sort of why I'm here.." Sharon began, then stopped, afraid to have the young men angry at her. "I mean she's always been very nice." Without thinking she went on, “She was just telling me after class that she was uhm, that she was worried about me." Shaun nodded.

"And should she be worried about you hanging out with some black students?" Shaun asked, as if the Professor's motives were racial. Sharon shook her head.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it like that!" Dave snorted derisively, for a change helping Shaun's play.

“Well, it hasn't always seemed like that. she's refused to let athletes make up quizzes. She wouldn't give players a chance to delay taking tests when they're gone the week before."

'She's the bitch who keeps siccing the administration on us, it's why we're on probation every year." Dave snarled. "Otherwise we could've had a longer party last night." Shaun nodded.

“You enjoyed yourself last night, right?" he prompted. Sharon blushed but nodded. "Well, this is a chance to get her to cooperate."

“How?" Sharon couldn't imagine she could get the woman to change her attitude.

“Well, one of the Brothers overheard her telling you to call her if you ever had a problem." Sharon nodded, not thinking about the fact that she'd been alone with Professor Eller when they’d had that discussion. “We want you to call her over.”

“What makes you think she’ll come over?”

“You’ll tell her you feel like things are out of control… That you’re doing things you don’t want to be doing… that you woke up with drugs in the house and you think several of us had sex with you…” Sharon blushed more deeply.

“But I… I mean…” Shaun raised a hand.

“I know… you’re doing what you want… no one’s getting hurt. But Professor Eller sees you as being exploited. She’s out to save you.” Sharon nodded. That made sense.

“But won’t she just tell me to leave?”

“Then tell her we took your car… Tell her you only have clothes you couldn’t go home in, and you don’t know what to do. Tell her we said we’d be back to party tonight.” Sharon nodded. To make sure she had the play down, Dave handed her a sheet of paper with the points they wanted her to make. “Ask her if she’ll come over to talk to you.”

“Then what?” Sharon shook her head, “What if she does?”

“Show her the bong. Show her a disc if she doesn’t believe you,” Sharon blanched at that thought. The idea of anyone seeing her doing that… “Sit down at the kitchen table. Apologize for not having anything to eat, but show her all we’re ‘letting you eat’ is juice and celery and champagne.” Sharon nodded, but clearly didn’t understand. “Offer her a drink… coffee or juice, complain that the water tastes funny.”

“OK…” Sharon said tentatively.

“After you’ve had a drink… you can talk about whatever you want… just be yourself… Talk about the other girls… about what we’ve been doing… Hell, talk about your little field trip with Dave, I don’t care… just keep her involved… you don’t know what to do… your husband will freak…. You’re scared… that sort of shit.” Sharon nodded again. “When you’ve both finished a glass, jump up and make a production about having to take a pill,” he held up the specific pill, set farthest from the edge of the counter. To Sharon it looked just like the other white pills. “Tell the… Tell Prof Eller that you almost forgot… we insisted you have one of those anytime you drink a glass of that coffee or that juice… whatever it is you drink.”

“I don’t understand?” Sharon looked at the pill, “What is that?”

“It’s sugar,” Dave answered easily, “A placebo. We’ll be watching through the window… Dave can get it all on film.”

“Get what on film?”

“Well, I expect she’ll worry there’s something in the coffee or juice that she doesn’t want to affect her. So she’ll demand you give her a tablet, too… Give her another of these…”

“What are they?” Sharon asked in alarm. She tried to remember if she’d ever had one.

“Relax,” Shaun said, as if reading her mind, “This is Ecstasy. It’s a feel good drug. It’s not addictive. We just need to get pictures showing her taking E…”

“With a student, no less,” Dave added.

“But if she doesn’t really take a hit,” Shaun indicated the pile of pills, “It wouldn’t show up if she has to do a pee check.” Dave nodded. Sharon nodded.

“So then you can get her to cooperate.” Sharon understood finally. She wasn’t sure she liked betraying Prof Eller’s trust like this, but didn’t say so directly. “I’m not… I mean I’m not sure I can do this.” Shaun sighed.

“I guess it is a lot to ask… I just thought you’d give it your best effort,” he offered Dave a disappointed look, “Sorry man, I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to do this.” Sharon heard herself answer before she could think about what she was saying,

“No, no, it’s OK… I just… I’ll do it.”

“There’s my girl!” Shaun praised. Dave was over by the DVD player.

“I’ll put a regular porno in… something you two can watch if you want… show her what we were watching ‘last night’ and all that,” Dave fiddled with the tray. “Good, you primed the bong… Get her to do some with you if you can… Don’t push it, though.”

“Yeah,” Shaun cautioned, “We’ll let you know if we think you can try that.” Sharon nodded.

“You’ll be here?” Shaun shook his head.

“Oh no, but we’ll be recording it through the windows, see?” he pointed, “So long as you stay out front we can get it. If she takes it and starts to get loose… Then we’ll call and suggest you do some bud.” Sharon nodded. “We’ll need your keys.”

“My keys?”

“You car keys… Can’t have the wheels sitting out front if you’re going to tell her we have your car.”

“Man, I told you she’s too clean,” Dave complained, “Don’t look like she been ridden at all.” Shaun rolled his eyes, then winked at Sharon.

“Well, I s’pose we can do something about that, can’t we, Babe?” Sharon smiled, relieved she’d get to be with Shaun after all.

“Of course!” she was suddenly flushed with desire, “I mean… I hope so…” Shaun laughed, pulling her close.

“Let’s see about then, shall we?” Sharon tilted her head up, welcoming Shaun’s kiss. His hands roamed over her barely clothed body, sparking growing need. He tweaked her pierced nipple again, then broke the kiss, “I think this little ring was a great addition… it keeps you horny 24/7.” She bit her lip and nodded, not really aware her hands were eagerly opening Shaun’s pants. Then his erection was free. Her fingers encircled his thick shaft, and she dipped to her knees in the front room to kiss the tip before sucking his rising meat into her mouth.

“Mmmm,” Shaun patted her head, “That is so nice… I could do this every day.” Sharon shivered beneath him. Her fingers were working her dripping seam, and she murmured her agreement with Shaun’s words around his fully engorged cock. “But you know,” Shaun teased, catching her head in his hands, “I think there’s something I’d like even more.” Giggling, Sharon pulled away, honey-smeared fingers closing around his base as she looked up at him adoringly.

“Where do you want me, Baby?” she asked. Shaun smiled in genuine pleasure. There was nothing better, he had to admit, than having a woman begging for it. and to have that woman a married white MILF? He was going to enjoy every moment this little BZ Bitch was theirs. Chuckling, he admitted to himself he’d stay in school a couple extra years to keep banging this hottie.

“Well, how about we break in the kitchen table?” he asked. Sharon didn’t stop to consider what they’d just pointed out-- that it was visible from the front window. She stood, pulling him along by the cock and lying back, legs spread, teddy lifted to her still flat belly, exposing her laser manicured sex.

“Oh, so you like that?” he teased. Sharon nodded, trying to pull him up, into her. “Tell me what you want, little Bitch.”

“Fuck me!” Sharon husked, her free hand playing with her bare seam, “Give me your big black cock!” Her hand moved up to pinch her turgid nipple.

“Put it in yourself, slut,” Shaun said, and Sharon obediently pulled his cockhead to her splayed, glistening labia. He reached down, catching his shaft beyond her grip at the base, and slapped the heavy tip against the top of her sex. Sharon gasped as he teased her clit. She tried again to get him into her ready box. He waited another moment as Dave moved into position to get it with his ever present camcorder.

“Mmmnnggg!” Sharon groaned, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis at him over the edge of the table as he let her guide his black snake into her frothing pussy. Knowing not to block Dave’s view, Shaun caught the passion addled beauty by the knee on that side, bracing her waist with the other as he began to move his hips, working in and out of her cunt. Sharon moaned, reaching down to teak her clit, pumping her hips to meet his thrusts.

Dave continued filming, but opened his fly one-handed, then moved around the table until he could feed their helpless new Bitch his cock. Sharon’s eyes were closed as she reveled in the sensation of taking Shaun’s big cock, and she gasped, blinking in surprise when Dave slapped her nose and cheeks with his ready cock. She didn’t argue though, opening her mouth and running her tongue up the underside of his erection before letting him feed her his meat. The pretty white housewife writhed and moaned as the took both cocks. Dave pumped at her face slowly, leaving his shaft in her throat for several seconds at a time. Shaun set a steady, rapid tempo… all the way in, all the way out. When Sharon’s hands went to the edges of the table as she tried to meet his tempo, Shaun released her waist, bringing his thumb to the top of her cock filled seam. He pressed over her swollen clit, and Sharon responded with a cock muffled scream. Her back arched, fingers clawing at the table edges.

As her velvet walls clenched at his pumping shaft, Shaun cut loose. He left the 1st jet fully in her still twitching cunt before pulling back, painting her mons, inner thighs, and lower abdomen with the last of his climax. He wiped his cockhead on her spread inner labia, then stepped back and took the camera from Dave as his friend finished off, feeding Sharon only part of his ejaculate before painting her face and neck. They high fived as Sharon lay panting, an absent smile lighting her face.

They buttoned up, then Shaun helped Sharon off of the table. As Dave carried the box out to her car, Shaun held up the cordless receiver. Sharon hesitated, but retrieved the Professor’s number from her purse. Shaun began to rub her back and shoulders as she dialed. Reaching out, he made sure the page he and Dave had typed out was in front of her on the table.

Shaun listened as their prize BZ Bitch set the trap. It helped that she’d obviously interrupted the Professor’s sleep. He smiled, confident that the still panting white wife’s tone conveyed her urgency. It wasn’t an Oscar winning performance-- Sharon couldn’t manufacture tears-- but obviously they’d been right; Sharon was the Professor’s weak spot. In less than 2 minutes Sharon had secured the woman’s promise to be ‘right there.’

Sharon hung up, looking back expectantly at Shaun. He smiled, patting her back.

“Great job, Babe.” He managed an appropriately contrite frown, “But I guess that means we’d better get out of here.” Her pout was wonderful. Not one in 20 women were so totally hooked by the BZ’s scheme. She really would be their MoneyMaker. “Now remember, don’t clean up.” Sharon blushed, aware of the jism smeared over her skin.

“But I can’t open the door looking like this…”

“It’s perfect,” Shaun assured her, “What better proof we took advantage of you?” Sharon looked at the soiled lingerie and the BZ Brother nodded, “Yeah, you can put on some clothes… luckily all that activity last night marked you up a little bit,” Sharon looked down to see she did have some bruises. She wondered how it’d happened, and sat for a moment, remembering the various things she’d done. An undeniable bloom of arousal answered her reverie. Shaun pushed back from the table.

“We’ve got to go,” he motioned to Dave, who grabbed the box. “We’ll be nearby, though. I know you’ll do great.” Sharon followed them to the door, then went back to the kitchen, eyeing the pills arrayed on her counter. She picked up one of the blue tablets, which looked like a Viagra from the ads. Setting it down, she went into the bedroom. She didn’t look in the mirror as she stripped off the lingerie, tossing it into the open, nearly overflowing hamper. She opted for a BZ Bitch strappy tank over sweat bottoms, then went into the front room. She resisted the temptation to smoke as she waited.

Just a few minutes later, the bell rang. Taking a deep breath, Sharon stood and answered the door. Professor Eller’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped open when she saw Sharon at the door.

“Oh my God!” she started, then caught Sharon’s arm, taking control, guiding the only slightly younger woman into her own apartment. She herded Sharon away from the couch, where she saw the nearby bong and some assorted pieces of clothing, to the kitchen. There was another gasp of shock, seeing the pills scattered over the counter. Seeing Sharon’s empty coffee mug, Nancy Eller quickly refilled it, rummaging through the cupboards for a 2nd mug.

Face worn with long experience, the English Lit. Professor sat down beside Sharon, who seemed detached and withdrawn. She shivered, understanding it, considering what was obviously smeared over the married student’s face, matting locks of her garishly colored hair. She reached out, covering Sharon’s hand with her own.

“I’m sorry, Sharon,” she began, “Can you tell me what happened?” Sharon sniffed, nodding once. She wouldn’t meet the older woman’s eyes. She raised her glass, taking a drink, which Nancy mimicked after checking the temperature.

“I… I don’t know everything,” Sharon started, “I remember dancing and drinking… I remember smoking something…” she stopped and took another long drink. Nancy Eller sipped at hers, waiting patiently. “I remember… I remember being with them.”

“Having sex?” Nancy wanted to be certain she knew what Sharon meant. Sharon nodded in answer.

“Yes… but it was so… It was like we were animals.”

“You were like an animal, too?” Sharon blushed, looking into her mug as she nodded.

“I wasn’t… it was like I was watching someone else.” She took a breath and then another drink, “God, maybe if I drink enough coffee I’ll be able to wake up and find it was just a nightmare… Or at least understand it… I mean…”

“You didn’t ask for it?” Professor Eller prompted. Sharon blushed.

“I remember asking for it, but no, I didn’t want it when it started…” She paused. That was true enough. She wondered just how she’d gotten to the point she was casually having sex with so many men. She was married for God’s sake! “I thought… I was just doing what the other girls were doing…” she glanced for a moment at Nancy, “I should’ve listened to you.” She sagged back in her chair, taking another drink of the coffee, “God, what am I going to do?”

“We’re going to punish those son’s of bitches,” the heat in Nancy’s voice drew Sharon’s attention. “We’ll call campus security. I’ll call the Dean… We’ll alert the police.” Sharon shook her head.

“I can’t… they took… I remember cameras… when I was telling them I wanted it… that I wanted more.” Nancy blinked at her.

“How did that happen?” Sharon shrugged.

“I don’t know… it was after they’d insisted that I smoke with them,” she waved distractedly at the bong, “and then when they were leaving, they waved a camera and warned me if I say a word a copy will go to my husband…” she shivered remembering Dave make essentially that very threat, “I can’t say a word about it!” Nancy pursed her lips. She wanted to push this, but knew from past experience it wouldn’t work to force the issue now.

“You realize they’ll just keep on using you…” Sharon shifted in her seat. “You can’t escape them by being silent. Think of the other young women you can protect by putting a stop to this…” Sharon bit her lip but shook her head. “At least think about it,” Nancy urged. Sharon conceded. She got up and moved toward the fridge.

“I think I need some sugar, “ she said, then paused when she opened the door. She let it swing wide, “Oh, I forgot.” Nancy looked over.

“Forgot what, Sharon?”

“They didn’t want me getting fat,” she waved at the nearly empty fridge, “I can have all the celery and want, and OJ… I’m not supposed to touch the beer, and the little champagne bottles are just for when we have our next party…” Nancy tried to seem appropriately empathetic.

“You see? There’s no way out without making a stand. I think your husband will understand.” Sharon shook her head.

“No… I don’t know how or why I was saying it… but I said horrible, awful things… I… I was riding on them. He’ll never believe I didn’t want it….” She grabbed the pitcher out of the fridge and poured 2 glasses. She sagged back into the seat and took a drink. “I shouldn’t have bothered you… I just… I just didn’t know what to do.” Nancy nodded patting Sharon’s hand once again.

“It’s OK… I’m glad you called. I just wish it hadn’t happened to you… It must’ve been awful.” Sharon shrugged.

“That’s what’s scary.”

“What’s scary?”

“I… I know it’s wrong. I know I didn’t ask for it… But part of me remembers,” Sharon blushed, “God, I’m embarrassed but I remember more pleasure than I thought was possible.” She took several swallows of the juice.

“That had to be the drugs,” Nancy assured her, then pointed at the bong she’d seen coming into the apartment. “That isn’t yours?” Sharon laughed.

“Until I met the fraternity I’d never heard of a bong. I never thought I’d do drugs, but there were other Sisters smoking, too, and it was just for fun at another party…”

“You realize it’s not always just marijuana… and weed is illegal by itself,” Professor Eller adopted the more comfortable role as lecturer. She took a drink of the juice, “They could get any number of drugs into your system like that.” she looked over at the counter, “Do you know what the other pills are?” Sharon waited, willing the other woman to keep drinking the juice.

“The blue ones… I think they’re Viagra… They let them go and go… someone said something about being ‘Energizer Bunnies,’ she shrugged, and I know there’s something about the white pills, but I can’t remember… God, Professor Eller, what’s going to happen?” She finished her juice, then tilted it as if watching the last drops in the bottom move over. She watched in her peripheral vision as the other woman drank some more, too. There was juice left, but she decided she couldn’t wait any longer.

Resisting the urge to look at the window, Sharon jumped up, covering her mouth with her hand. The room seemed to tilt a little. She blinked at the sparkles at the edges of her vision. Must be the morning light, she reasoned, as she managed a gasp of feigned surprise.

“Oh my God!” she rushed to the counter and took the pill Dave had indicated, turning and swallowing it without any liquid, as her Professor watched in surprise.

“Sharon!” she half rose from her seat, “What are you doing?” Sharon pointed at the pitcher of juice she’d left out.

“I didn’t make that… It’s not my pitcher.” Nancy’s gaze followed Sharon’s fingers, and real alarm showed on her face as she looked then at her nearly empty glass. Sharon blinked quickly… the sparkles in her vision were getting worse. “I’m seeing… things at the edges of my vision,” she admitted, and a moment later Nancy nodded that she was, too, “I remember the guys laughing as we drank this juice last night, taking these pills whenever they had a glass. They told me I shouldn’t have any… I bet that’s how they drugged me!”

She stepped back as Nancy leapt up and joined her at the counter., fingers scattering the pills as she clutched not one, but a handful. Sharon wanted to be sure that Dave could get a clear shot as her Professor and mentor emptied her juice glass and then filled it with tap water before taking 3 of the small white pills. She put more into her pocket, then looked at Sharon. She set the glass down, then patted Sharon’s shoulder.

“Thank you!” she said, “Who knows what would’ve happened if you hadn’t remembered that. Sharon flushed. She was ashamed at tricking the smart, friendly woman. To hide her discomfort, she motioned to the coffee.

“I made this when I… when I woke up,” she offered, and then she and Nancy refilled the mugs. She added packets of sugar, wondering where they’d come from, and Professor Eller did the same.

“Ah, I worried you only drank your coffee black when we first sat down.” Sharon nearly giggled at the potential entendre, but nodded. The sparkles were still at the edges of her vision…

“I wish I hadn’t had any of that juice,” she complained, “Maybe it takes awhile for the pills to work… I’m still… they’re still there,” she told Nancy. The other woman nodded. “Maybe we should just sit down for awhile.” She led Nancy back to the couch, pushing the bong away and then sitting in the single seat leaving the sofa to her Professor. They sat, not talking for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry, Professor Eller,” Sharon said when the sparkles still hadn’t gone away, “The last thing I wanted was to have you in trouble, too.” The older woman waved a hand.

“In my day I drank… I’ve even smoked some of that,” she wasn’t really looking at Sharon anymore. She motioned at the bong, “Assuming that’s just marijuana…” she lapsed into silence. Then as if taking up where she’d left off, “I was lucky… No one took advantage…” She looked at Sharon again, shaking her head sadly, “I should’ve been more aggressive in protecting you… in protecting dozens of girls over the last ten years… The BZ Fraternity… they’re evil. Each year they take promising young lives and ruin them, all for pleasure…”

Sharon shook her head; she knew Shaun and Dave and the others… they weren’t evil. She wondered if Professor Eller was a racist. She was sure the Professor was slurring her words… It was hard to understand what she was saying, and she wondered if it was her ears or Nancy’s mouth. She giggled at the thought. The Professor paused, then giggled, too.

“What’s so funny?” she said after a moment.

“I don’t think the pills are working,” Sharon said, fighting back another laugh.

“It’s OK…” Nancy waved a hand absently. She reached into her pocket, “I have more… maybe we just had too much juice and need more of this…” Sharon giggled again as her Professor tried unsuccessfully to get a pill to her mouth. Frowning in concentration, she tried again. When she got one down, the offered another to Sharon. Concerned it was different from the pill Dave had told her to take, she shook her head.

“It’s OK, I kind of like the sparkles,” she paused-- she was definitely slurring her words, too.

“Mmm… I know I can’t drive,” Professor Eller said after some silence, “I don’t think the pills are helping. Maybe we were supposed to take the blue ones…” Sharon shook her head. “How long did it last… you know, last night?” Sharon’s head was lolling back. Her entire body felt delightfully warm.

“Mmm?” she paused, “Well, I served drinks and snacks for a few hours. Then when it was just the Brothers the contest began.”

“Contest?”

“Mm-hmm,” Sharon nodded, “Who has the best tits… who has the best ass… who could… you know, do it best…” She looked up to see Nancy staring at her in shock.

“You were in a contest?” Sharon nodded proudly.

“I won Best Blow job,” she jutted her chin, “I used a bong, then let the smoke leak out while I was sucking on a guy.” She blinked, surprised she’d just admitted that, wondering what was wrong with her. But she couldn’t seem to stop, “Do you want to see the prize?” Nancy blinked at her but nodded. Sharon stood up… swaying dangerously, and stripped off her shirt. Professor Eller gasped.

“They pierced your nipple?” she sounded horrified. Sharon looked down at the body jewelry. She giggled and shook her head.

“No, I had that done… that was before. Do you like it?” she didn’t wait for an answer, “It keeps my nipple just a little hard… ready for excitement.” She looked down at her body, “It doesn’t hurt… I was surprised… Now I kind of like it…” She turned, showing off the tattoo. She heard the Professor’s gasp. “I know,” she said, “It’s not supposed to say ‘bitch;’ it’s supposed to say ‘sister,’ but the guy put the wrong… what’s it called… temple… template. He used the wrong template.” She pointed lower, “That was earlier, too, though… Last night I won the little flags. See?” Nancy leaned closer.

“There’s more than one.”

“Mm-hmm, Best Oral and Best MoneyMaker.”

“So you’re a prostitute?” Sharon shook her head, flopping into the seat again as the room spun dangerously.

“No, silly. I’d never have sex for money,” Sharon pouted, “I just help the fraternity out… we did a swimsuit photo shoot for charity…” She felt her body start to respond to the memory of that night. She wished Shaun and Dave hadn’t had to leave so soon. “Goodness, it’s warm in here.” she didn’t bother to put the shirt back on. Nancy couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of Sharon’s bare chest. When the silence grew awkward, Sharon pointed at the entertainment center.

“I think they left a movie, if you want to watch some TV,” she suggested. Nancy shrugged, and when Sharon pointed at the remote, beside the bong on the table. Nancy picked it up.

The screen blinked to light, showing Sharon’s blow job from the night before. Shocked, Sharon gasped, but it wasn’t important enough for her to stop it. She watched, and her Professor watched, as tendrils of smoke leaked from her lips as her head bobbed.

“Did you like smoking pot?” she asked. Nancy nodded her head absently. “You know what?”

“No, what?”

“I think they tricked me again,” Sharon pouted, “I don’t think there’s anything in the juice… it was just those pills we took.” Nancy considered,

“It could be… I’m feeling so strange,” she went on, “It’s a good thing no one else is here.” Sharon giggled. On screen, she was prancing over to begin servicing George as he put the ink on her back.

“I guess we could smoke now,” she suggested, “It’ll be awhile before this passes.” Nancy considered that.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for using drugs.” Nancy laughed.

“A college professor smoking pot? If that got us in trouble there’d be no teachers…” she sat up, looking at the table, “Do you have a lighter?” Sharon pointed to the disposable Bic beside the couch. She was puzzled, remembering what Dave and Shaun wanted to do.

She watched as Professor Eller managed to light and use the bong. After a long breath hold she exhaled, her face masked by the smoke.

“Ahhh… I’d forgotten what that was like,” she smiled, and dutifully offered Sharon a toke. Sharon rose, nearly falling into the spot beside her Lit. professor. Taking the bong, Sharon did a hit before handing it back. Before them, the camera was panning across the ‘Best Fuck’ contest. Both women watched absently. Sharon squirmed, undeniably aroused at watching herself and the other Sisters from the night before. When the bowl was spent, Nancy put the bong back down.

“All you have to eat is celery?” she asked, then. Sharon shrugged.

“I could get you a glass of juice.” Nancy nodded, giggling. Sharon staggered over, certain she wasn’t usually so clumsy from smoking. She stopped, looking down.

“I forgot my shirt,” she said aloud. Looking up at her, Professor Eller giggled.

“You look like the woman on the TV.” Sharon laughed.

“I am one of the girls on TV, silly,” and they both chuckled as she poured 2 big glasses of juice. They sat together, sipping, watching the continuing party. Nancy winced when the ‘Greek’ contest began.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked. Sharon shrugged, “I guess it did when I 1st tried it… now it’s just another way to have sex.” She took a drink, “and I like having sex.” She stopped, blushing, amazed at what she’d just admitted.

“I do, too,” Nancy admitted, a strange look moving over her face, “I’m jealous of your body, Sharon… you’re not much younger than me, but you’ve stayed in great shape.” Sharon shrugged.

“I went to the gym lots before I decided to go back to college.” She looked down at her body, “I don’t know what Chris will think about the changes, though.” Nancy nodded. Sharon looked at her, “I don’t know what you’re jealous about, though… you look like you’re in great shape, too.” Nancy shook her head.

“Not like you… No one would ever go out of their way to seduce me.” Sharon giggled.

“I think you’re pretty… I’d have sex with…” she couldn’t believe she’d said that… She wasn’t a lesbian. Sure, she’d done things with the other Sisters, but that was different. She expected Professor Eller to jump up and storm out of the apartment. Looking over, she noticed Nancy was blushing deeply. Both women used their drinking glass to hide their embarrassment.

They watched the prior night’s debauchery for several minutes. Sharon struggled not to squirm or touch herself she was so hot. Beside her, Professor Eller was shifting around. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of the screen. It had moved to the ‘DP’ contest, and a seemingly endless procession of men were taking turns using Sharon and the other Sisters.

“What is it like?” Nancy mumbled, pressing a hand between her legs. What she was watching was horrible… the ultimate objectification of women, and yet… she couldn’t remember being so aroused.

“Mmm…” Sharon looked away from the screen, “Every thrust… every cock… God, it’s naughty to admit, but I loved it… I can’t tell you how often I came. and knowing I can get all of those boys that hot and hard? It’s like a power rush,” she looked down at her body, “I’m hot just remembering it.”

“Me too,” Nancy murmured, finally looking over at her topless student, “But don’t you worry… I mean, you could get pregnant…”

“Oh no, they gave me some of those ‘morning after pills.’ I’m supposed to start on the pill, but I’ve been busy this week,” she looked down at the ring in her nipple. Nancy’s eyes followed Sharon’s gaze.

“I still think that must’ve hurt…” Sharon giggled.

“Go ahead and touch it… It’s all right.” With trembling fingers Professor Eller reached over, fingertip tracing the ring, then pressing lightly on the top of Sharon’s nipple. Sharon moaned softly as new arousal bloomed. Soon she would be dripping wet.

“See?” she groaned, “It’s like a quick start to getting me hot. and when there are as many Brothers as there are, that’s a good thing.” Nancy was still circling the rising nipple, her free hand mirroring the movement on her own right breast.

“God, what’s happening to me?” Nancy moaned, clenching her thighs together, “I’m so hot… I can’t do this, it isn’t right!”

“Shhh,” Sharon put a finger to her professor’s lips, “It’s fine… Sex is good. Let it happen if you’re hot.” Nancy Eller blinked at her, lips moving without a sound escaping. “Go ahead,” Sharon urged, “Kiss me.” The Professor seemed to struggle against herself, but then the women were kissing. Kissing passionately. Nancy’s hand cupped Sharon’s pierced breast, and when Sharon’s hand rose to the older woman’s shirt she could fee the point of an aroused nipple. The kiss seemed to last forever, and both women were panting when they broke apart.

“God…” Nancy murmured, tugging at her shirt, “It’s so hot.”

“You’re what’s hot,” Sharon countered, “I want to see you… Take off your shirt.” The usually staid professor promptly worked the buttons on her blouse, and a minute later it was on the table beside the bong. Sharon giggled, “I don’t wear bras anymore… It’s so nice not having them pinch.” She reached over, arms circling behind her mute professor, and she released the clasp of the heavy underwire bra. Professor Eller caught the garment, though, before it could fall away. “I want to see you,” Sharon repeated. Nancy flushed.

“I’m embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“I’m not… I don’t have…” then the bra had slipped to the floor. The Professor obviously exercised. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her belly, and Sharon felt a pang of jealousy at the woman’s defined musculature.

“You’re gorgeous,” she murmured.

“I’m flat as a boy,” Nancy answered bitterly.

“Oh no,” Sharon leaned over, dipping her head to lightly suck at the nearest nipple, “There’s nothing manly here…” The professor groaned at Sharon’s touch, and a moment later they were kissing again. When they stopped, Nancy Eller grabbed at the half empty glass, draining it.

“It’s still boiling hot,” she murmured. Sharon just smiled and returned her attention to the older woman’s sensitive breasts. As she used her mouth and one hand, the other began to work at the front of the other woman’s jeans. Nancy made a quiet strangled noise in the back of her throat, then lifted her hips, offering Sharon easier access. In another moment, the Professor’s slacks were at her ankles. Sharon paused, pleased at the fancy lace panties. It wasn’t a thong, but was decidedly feminine. Her free hand dipped between Nancy’s firm thighs, long middle finger curling along her cleft. The groan that elicited spurred Sharon on.

“Take off your panties,” Sharon murmured, planting another kiss on Professor Eller’s neck. The woman’s hands dropped to the elastic band, pushing the garment off. Sharon stood. “Take my bottoms off.” Her mentor responded almost sluggishly but did just that. She sat back, eyes glued to the sparse hair above Sharon’s sex. “Tell me you like it?” Sharon said quietly.

“I like it,” Nancy’s voice sounded strange, but Sharon didn’t stop to think about it. God, she was hot. She pressed a hand down over her sex, shivering visibly.

“Have you been with a woman before?” Nancy just sat there, eyes on Sharon’s naked body. Sharon frowned. This wasn’t a time to tease. “Tell me if you’ve been with a woman.” Nancy licked her lips.

“I’ve never been with a woman,” she answered almost sluggishly.” Sharon smiled, deciding the older woman was enjoying the slight dominance of being told things, rather than asked questions..

“Tell me what you want?” Sharon paused but Nancy seemed unable to find her voice. “Tell me you want me to lick your pussy,” Sharon insisted, “Spread your legs. Show me.” With a growing sense of power she watched her Professor spread her long legs. Her voice was low, little more than a whisper.

“I want you to lick my pussy.” Sharon moved between the table and Professor Eller’s spread knees. She didn’t hesitate or try to find a comfortable position before bending at the wais tand pressing her mouth against the older woman’s bare sex. Nancy’s breath caught in her throat. Smiling, Sharon slipped her tongue through the folds of her mentor’s sex, over the bud of her clitoris to tease her inner labia. Flicking back and forth lightly but quickly, she used her fingers to spread Nancy’s out lips, giving her more freedom. As her tongue began lazy circles around the exposed clitoris, Nancy groaned, body trembling.

“Tell me you like it!” Sharon murmured, barely remembering to talk. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was. She heard Professor Eller’s voice as if from far away.

“I like it!” Sharon kept at it sucking lightly, then hungrily at the other woman’s clit, delighting in the response it triggered as Nancy gasped, cried out, and shook violently on the couch. She didn’t want to stop, but the position bending at the waist was beginning to hurt. Reluctantly she stopped, her breath sounding odd as well.

“Stand up!” she managed, “Come here…” she led the slightly taller woman around to the back of the couch. She paused, considering just having her lay down so they could 69, but her fingers were already working her dripping sex, and she didn’t’ want to alarm her mentor if the woman wasn’t comfortable kissing another woman’s pussy. “Bend over the couch,” she pointed, amazed when Nancy did so without hesitation or question. Sharon spread the thin buttocks, then buried her nose in Professor Eller’s sex, her tongue rising to flick at the swollen bead of her clit. In seconds, Nancy was panting and groaning, hips jerking as she came repeatedly. Sharon was having difficulty trying to put her thoughts together, but her wingers were so close to getting her off she didn’t stop to wonder about it. Her own need filled her senses, so that she offered only a weak whimper when a large hand closed on her upper arm, pulling her away from the twitching body of Professor Eller.

“Damn you two are hot!” Sharon heard a voice, blinking in surprise to find Dave standing there, naked. “Getting started without me, I see…” She blushed, trying to remember if she’d been supposed to do this? Had they told her? Dave laughed at her expression, letting go of her arm to pat her head. “It’s all right, little Bitch,” he said, “You took some of them pills, didn’t you?” Sharon nodded. Was she in trouble? He smiled, “Well, looks like it’s gonna work out fine,” he paused, obviously amused, “You’ll be the perfect window dressing… Go on frigging that hot cunt, I got some work to do now…” He turned, spanking Nancy’s bare ass sharply. The professor simply gasped, but didn’t move from her position.

“Yeah, and speakin’ of bitches…” ‘Dave spanked her again, hard enough to leave a bright red mark on her pale ass, “You so hot you can’t stop, ain’t that right?”

“I’m so hot…” Nancy’s subdued voice rose from the other side of the couch. She kept mumbling.

“Tell me you want it,” Dave said, stepping up to tease his cock down the helpless professor’s crack, “Tell me you want my black cock.”

“I want your black cock…” Nancy murmured. Sharon blinked in surprise, even as she stood there, masturbating herself like Dave had told her to do. Embarrassed, she wanted to stop, but found she couldn’t.

“Nah, turn around, slut,” Dave said, “First you gots to get me ready… Suck my cock.” Nancy hesitated, then turned. She wavered, having difficulty with her balance. She was blinking rapidly, but dropped to her knees, one hand taking Dave’s cock. As Sharon watched in amazement, the older woman brought her head to the tip of the BZ Brother’s swollen manhood. She licked at it awkwardly. Dave pulled his cock free and slapped her cheeks with it. “I said suck it, you dumb ho!” he scolded, “Don’t need your hands to suck it.” Professor Eller, eyes open but vacant, dutifully leaned forward, taking Dave’s cock into her mouth. Sharon moaned as the erotic image, along with her strumming fingers threatened to make her cum. Her mind was working feverishly, though… Why was Professor Eller doing that? She knew the older woman wouldn’t willingly have sex with any student, especially a BZ Brother… but she was… she was bobbing her head up and down on Dave’s cock.

Dave had his hands on his head… It was obvious he wasn’t forcing her to do anything. He looked over at Sharon and smiled.

“Ain’t that the shit?” he chuckled, “Who knows when you’ll find that inner slut… Just like you, right, BZ Bitch?” Sharon felt herself nod. She blushed. She wasn’t like that, was she? Looking down at her naked body and still working fingers, she shivered at the reality. and still she couldn’t stop.

“OK, Professor Pussy,” Dave said, patting Nancy on the head as if she was a dog, “I think that’s good. Now tell me you want me to fuck you.” He redirected his handheld camcorder as Nancy Eller looked up at him.

“Fuck me.” He smiled, slapping her face with his spit slicked cock.

“I don’t think you want it badly enough,” he teased. “Beg for it.”

“Please fuck me,” the agitated woman groaned, “I want it… Fuck me.” Dave teased her face again.

“OK, Prof P… show me how you want it.” Biting her lip, the older women moved onto her back, legs spread lewdly, offering herself to the young frat brother. He nodded, “Ah, Missionary style… You want to see me, eh?” Nancy didn’t offer an answer. He shook his head. “No, you gonna be my bitch, just like your little teacher’s pet,” he inclined his head toward Sharon, “You’re gonna take it doggie style, bitch… Get on your hands and knees.” Still wobbling visibly, Professor Eller complied. Dave moved behind the hapless woman, nodding his head.

“You’re a good match for your Pet,” he praised her, “You got a better body than most of the TA’s we bang,” He slapped his cock over her bare ass as he moved to his knees behind her. “Now beg for it… Tell me you want this black cock.”

“I want… your black cock,” Nancy managed. Dave moved closer.

“Show me, bitch. Reach down… spread those flaps.” Sharon watched as her Professor lewdly spread her labia. “Shimmy that ass.” Nancy did. “Tell me if you’re wet.”

“I’m wet,” the words were a groan.

“You know you need it… You need cock… Big black cock.”

“I need it,” Nancy nodded.

“Well go ahead, then,” Dave teased over her wet and open seam, “Put me inside.” Sharon shivered as she watched the woman who barely an hour before had been ranting about the evils of the BZ Brotherhood seemingly voluntarily reached between her legs, pulling Dave’s cockhead to her sex. Her hips tilted and then Nancy Eller was pushing back, impaling herself on Dave’s black snake. When she paused, Dave began to slip in and out, not even half of his shaft thrust into the hapless teacher.

“Yeah, you a tight one,” he praised, spanking her ass with one hand, still holding the camcorder with the other. He moved his hips, steadily working more of his cock into her bare sex. “Feel it?” he taunted, “You’re getting broken in… You gonna beg for black cock from now on, isn’t she Sharon.” Blushing, Sharon could only nod… It terrified her, watching the change in Nancy; seeing the reflection of herself helpless beneath Dave’s driving cock.

“Go on,” he slapped Professor Eller’s ass again, holding himself in place, “Show how much you love it… Fuck that cunt on my cock.” A whimper escaped Nancy’s throat as she began to move back and forth more vigorously. “Tell me you feel it,” he taunted.

“I feel it…. So full… filling me up.”

“Making you hot,” he reached down, tweaking her clit. Nancy’s body spasmed.

“So hot,” she echoed, “So hot…” Dave resumed his thrusting hips, burying the rest of his meat on the next stroke. They maintained that steady rhythm, Nancy’s panting breath loud in the room. He went on working her clit from the side, waiting… Soon enough he was sure she was ready.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you, slut?” he taunted. Body rocking steadily, Nancy nodded silently. “Feel it, slut? You’re gonna cum… You’re gonna cum fucking my big black cock.” A moan escaped the drugged teacher’s throat. “Tell me what you want,” he pinched her clit at that moment.

“God,” Nancy Eller moaned, body twitching again, “I want to cum… make me cum!” she kept going, “Make me cum… fuck me.”

“You want my cum?” Dave teased. They always said no… at first.

“N-no,” Professor Eller groaned, still rutting back against his steady thrusts, “Don’t cum in me… No protection…”

“But you want to cum.”

“Yesss!” the way she twitched he could tell she was close. He held off his next thrust, keeping himself almost out of her sex as she rocked back. She groaned, humping back still harder, then whined her need, ass swaying in an obvious invitation.

“Tell me you want it… You want my cum so you can cum, too.” Nancy tried to shake her head, ‘no’ he saw; she was fighting the drugs. Fortunately, need was a great persuader. He let her hold a few more inches of his cock, just for a second, while circling around her swollen, needing clit. Her stomach nearly pulsed with need.

“Ahhh!” she managed, “I want it… I want to cum…” He spanked her ass and backed out again, waiting. “Give me your cock,” she husked, “Fuck me… Give me your cum!” There… and all on tape. He slid into the ensnared Professor’s cunt, pumping at her in short, hard strokes, barely backing out, easily driving her over the edge. As Nancy Eller spasmed and moaned in obvious orgasm, Dave sighed, letting go as well. He kept thrusting, though, keeping at it through the drugged woman’s release, delighting in the reality of finally breaking the bitch… of making her his.

“Stay right there,” he demanded, pulling out when she’d quieted. He looked over. Though her eyes weren’t fully glazed, Sharon was still steadily rubbing her bare sex as he’d instructed. He snorted, then raised a hand, 2 fingers raised in a ‘V.’

Less then a minute later, two of his fraternity brothers came through the front door as if they owned the place.

“You wanna gang the bitch?” the first asked Dave, staring at the lewd position the Professor had dutifully maintained. Dave shook his head.

“Nah, we need leverage, that’s all,” he pointed to Sharon, who hadn’t taken her gaze off of Nancy Eller even at the new arrivals, “But she’s all worked up… Might as well enjoy that, too, right?” The first of his brothers didn’t bother asking his friend who would take who, opening his pants and dropping to his knees behind the helpless Professor.

She groaned as he sank his cock into her in one stroke. Catching her hips, he began to hump at her as Dave caught the action on his camcorder. The second BZ Brother took Sharon’s hand, pulling it from her dripping, more than ready sex. She offered no resistance when he led her through the door to her bedroom. Dave smiled when the springs on the bed began to squeak a moment later.

He checked that there was enough weed in Sharon’s tin, quickly cleaned the bong, and collected the remaining pills that had been spread out on the counter. Figuring in his head the rough number he thought the Professor had taken, he reasoned they had a couple more hours easy before she’d maybe start to come up. Flipping one of the diamond shaped blue tablets in his right hand, he returned, kneeling before the panting older woman.

“Open your mouth,” he said. Nancy did without pause. He fed her the pill, telling her to swallow.

“What’s that?” Andrew, the junior who was fucking her asked.

“What’s it look like?” Dave held out another of the tablets, “It’s vitamin V, man… Viagra.”

“I thought that was just for guys,” Andrew didn’t slow the steady pace at which he was hammering into Nancy Eller. The bitch had given him a D forcing him to retake a stupid English course over the summer session.

“Nah, it works on chicks, too,” Dave said, “Some people say it’s better… they can HAVE four hour orgasms and not go to the ER.” He watched the drugged Professor… way too early for the drug to be working, yet, but it was hot as hell, watching her put out. “When you’re done, you got anyone else waiting?” Andrew nodded.

“Leroy and Samir are waiting in the car. Anquan and Gavin are at the house… they’ll come whenever we call.” Dave nodded, opening the front door and motioning for the others to come inside. They scrambled to join in the fun, agreeing as Dave went out the door to call the others right then.

As Dave got into his car, chuckling at the line of cars in front of Sharon’s place, he dialed Samir’s number. The son of Middle Eastern rug merchants who had wisely brought their successful business to America years before the Towers fell, he was the Freshman assigned to the group. Even if he’d been giving it to Sharon or the Bitch, he’d be expected to pick up.

“Yeah?” No point identifying yourself on a cell-- a house rule.

“Good, man,” Dave praised, “Don’t mark them up… Remember Sharon’s our golden goose.” Samir snorted. Nobody was going to risk screwing up the best thing Shaun and Dave had brought to the house in years. “I want some swapping on film…” Dave went on.

“Already on it,” the younger BZ Brother answered, “Got ‘em taking oral straight from anal and from the other’s cooze, too.” Samir and the boys were obviously enjoying their assignment.

“Change the scene, too,” Dave told him, “Get them both on the bed… you know, the usual. and make the bitch beg for it.”

“Internals?” Dave smiled at the question.

“Oh yeah… but offer to let her swallow it. That’d work, too. Make her show the camera when she’s done if she does that… and then beg for more.” Samir was panting slightly and Dave was tempted to ask who he was doing, but let it go.

“Already got some of that… She’s taken a load each way.” There was a pause and Dave heard the sound of someone’s ass being spanked. There was a husky feminine groan of pleasure in response. “How long we got?” Dave checked his watch.

“Sharon said she took a couple more, but she’s not a total zombie… Figure another hour, tops.”

“OK…” Samir had obviously hoped for more time.

“Hey, you can bust a nut twice in that time,” Dave pointed out, “and there’ll be plenty of time to play after that; I just want to be sure we get her home while she’s still stoked. Take the handheld and do her at her place, too… We just can’t have her acting out when you try to get her home.”

“Sure.”

“I know, I’m being a mother hen here,” Dave offered by way of apology, “But be careful getting her home.. I want her looking slutty and used and obviously not caring who sees her like that… but don’t get her arrested. and for God’s sake don’t get arrested…” Samir grunted his understanding. “I know you know the drill,” Dave went on, “It’s just this is really important, you know?” Another grunt he took as agreement. “I tell you what,” Dave was driving through the campus, waving at several people he knew and some hotties he wished he knew. He made a mental note to ask the other Brothers who they were.

“Leave your ride there. When you’re done at the Bitch’s place I’ll swing by to pick you up. If you’re still not ready to zip it up, our prize BZ Bitch will be more than ready, I’m sure.”

He signed off, whistling happily in the knowledge that almost the last resistance to the BZ Frat having free reign on campus had finally been neutralized. The idea of working Eller over with the others was almost enough for him to drive over to her place, but Dave wasn’t about to risk it. The video would show she was ‘entertaining’ the others in her place, and there’d be no sign he’d been involved.

If she went to the police it’d be her word against theirs… theirs and the ample video evidence they’d have. He’d have to ask how the vitamin V had worked. Reconsidering that, he tucked a couple pills away, deciding he’d see just how well they worked with Sharon sometime soon…. Although she was such a slut he wasn’t sure he’d notice a difference.

He parked and wandered into the Union, where he’d be sure to be caught on several cameras for his protection if Eller tried to squeal. He grabbed a burger and a drink, then sat with other students watching the college games on TV and wondering what it would be like to actually have to study to get through class… No, he didn’t wonder what it was like; he wondered how the students with their noses buried in a book could stand it.

He spent a few minutes idly counting the number of coeds he saw who’d be worth balling… then compared it to the ones he’d already had. Certainly there were more to be had, but he would’ve bet anything he’d been in more panties than any non-BZ Brother at school. and that was just the way it was supposed to be.

Reluctantly he agreed that Shaun was probably right in suggesting they let Sharon cool her heels for a couple weeks after that weekend. She’d been great at the party the night before, and hadn’t batted an eye at ensnaring Professor Eller, but then again, she probably thought the Professor had just been hiding that she was really a black cock slut… Shaun had been very clear he didn’t want Sharon to think too much about what the pills meant… what she’d helped them do to her mentor.

Dave still couldn’t believe what a hot piece of ass the older married woman was; Sharon seemed to want it more each time they kept her away. He knew Shaun was wrestling with whether they’d have to tell her to visit home. It’d been weeks since she’d been back… at least back when anyone else was home. If hubby came asking around it could screw things up. He wondered just what her husband would think when he saw the… changes that had been made.

On a whim, he made a couple calls. They had extra cameras and in short order some BZ Brothers had their marching orders; they’d wire up at least a couple rooms in Sharon’s home sometime the following week, so the Brothers would have front row seats for whatever happened when the hot white wife eventually went home…



***

Home, kids, and Chris were the farthest thing from Sharon’s mind sometime later. The afternoon had been a haze of pleasure. She had no idea how many of the Brothers had been by. Giggling, she mused that there’d always been a ready supply of big hard cock.

They’d played with both women non-stop, putting them side by side and taking turns ‘speed fucking’ them to see who would cum first. She’d cheered drunkenly when she’d managed to get the guy between her legs off before Nancy succeeded. The guys had changed it, then, challenging each other to see who could get the women off fastest. Though she’d tried desperately to cum, by then her Professor seemed a sexual dynamo; she’d moaned as she came barely 2 minutes after the guy thrusting into her had started, and she hadn’t stopped, cumming seemingly continually as the BZ members went on enjoying both women.

They’d used the radio in her bedroom, playing ‘Musical Whores’ with 7 guys moving from hole to hole until the music stopped. Though it’d been herky jerky, with cocks stabbing at her mouth, cunt, and ass instead of really fucking into her whenever the guys thought the music would stop, both women had remained visibly aroused, and Nancy Eller had climaxed repeatedly. The guys teased her, asking if she was a black cock whore yet, and she’d nodded, babbling between being fed cock that she wanted more… begging them to fuck her.

Sharon hadn’t hesitated when they’d told her to climb on top of her professor in a 69 position. Even before they’d told her to start she’d buried her face in the older woman’s sex, slurping and licking and sucking at the Professor’s loose seam, focusing every little bit on her impressively swollen clit. Nancy never protested, writhing beneath the thoroughly trained white housewife and moaning that she was cumming again, gasping for Sharon to ‘keep eating her pussy.’ The guys had stood around watching, but not for long, Samir ordering Nancy to ‘return the favor’ and eat Sharon’s pussy.

The Professor had dutifully begun to mouth Sharon’s dripping sex, transferring her excitement into her oral ministrations and getting Sharon off quickly. By that time there were guys at either side of the bed, and it wasn’t long before Sharon was licking at a big cock shuttling in and out of Nancy’s silky cunt, while someone shafted into her ass from behind, insisting that her Professor ‘clean’ his cock each time he backed out. The Brothers had resumed the constant fucking of both women, moving from hole to hole whenever it suited them.

Along the way it was new guys, Sharon had recognized, but didn’t even consider protesting. She was more focused on a growing jealousy at how long Nancy Eller was able to keep cumming. It seemed inhuman. She’d redoubled her efforts, thrusting at whoever was using her pussy or ass eagerly, begging them to fuck her harder, but at some point, she found herself panting and spent, almost dreading the thought that someone else would want to fuck her.

While the guys lay across the bed, making Nancy play ‘cockscotch,’ riding one cock for a few seconds before scrambling over to impale her still hot cunt on another, moving back and forth along the line of ready Frat brothers, Sharon had staggered into the kitchen, downing an Asti and carrying a tray of beers into the bedroom. Her bong was already in the room, and instead of waiting for it to come around she’d done several hits on a joint Anquan or one of the others… she wasn’t sure which… offered. Sufficiently buzzed, she’d willingly taken those waiting their turn on the ‘new meat’ until someone’s phone had started to play.

She’d looked up as Samir grudgingly looked at his iPhone. He’d been gleefully fucking Nancy doggie style on the bed, as she urged him on, begging for more black cock.

“All right, guys,” he said, sliding out of the Professor and reaching for his jeans, “Time to get her home.” Sharon lay sprawled on the bed, watching the action. She’d been wondering when someone would want to use her again. Everybody started to get dressed. She rolled onto her side, legs splayed, and stared in amazement as Nancy Eller, her mentor turned, trying to open Samir’s pants, still begging for cock. He slapped her hand down, then bent and picked up her blouse. Sharon wondered when it had been brought into the bedroom… Hadn’t they stripped down in the front room?

“Cool it, slut,” Samir scolded Nancy, “You’ll get more cock… We’ll give you all the cock you want, won’t we, Sharon.” Sharon nodded immediately and giggled at the way the room wobbled. She was baked, she thought, and giggled again.

At Samir’s order, Nancy got up, shifting from foot to foot, obviously still too aroused to stand still. The young BZ Brother dug into his pocket, taking out a little blue tablet, which Nancy swallowed without hesitation when he gave it to her. He followed that with another of the little white pills, then laughed as Nancy rubbed at her well used pussy while trying to button her thin blouse. Before more than 3 of the buttons were done-- and those in the wrong eyelets-- Samir was pushing the vacant, aroused auburn haired teacher into the front room.

Sharon giggled when her mentor willingly opened the front door and hopped down the step before staggering down the walk toward her car. She was barefoot, and barely covered in the misbuttoned blouse. Samir and 3 other Brothers followed behind, none offering Sharon a backward glance as they piled into Nancy’s car, Samir pulling away from the curb after offering Sharon a parting wave.

Sharon waved back lazily, then lay giggling on the bed for almost a minute before she realized she was still naked, and on full display through her open bedroom door and the front door. She got up, bumping into the door and doorway before she managed to stumble across the living room to the front door. Still starkers, she stood in the entryway for a long moment, looking about to see if any of her neighbors had noticed. Giggling at the thought she was being an exhibitionist, Sharon closed the door, then staggered back to the couch, sagging onto the cool leather cushions as she rubbed absently at her well pleased clit.

She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as she thought that Shaun would be pleased with the way she’d helped. She never bothered trying to clean up before drifting to sleep…



***

On the other side of campus, the Brothers cheered, as the darkness enveloped the car. They’d pulled in to Nancy Eller’s garage, closing the door before anyone got out. There was no point in showing the neighbors what a slut the usually severe auburn haired Professor could be.

And a slut she was… she’d been begging for cock the entire trip, reaching for zippers between frigging her Viagra inflamed sex. Samir knew it was pushing it, drugging the Professor and making her put on a show going to her car, but he doubted the people living near Sharon’s place knew who Nancy Eller was. and while she couldn’t suck cock like Sharon, the knowledge he’d soon be balling the helpless professor on her bed… or maybe on her kitchen table, he mused, would be a great way to spend the time until Dave got there to pick them up.

When everyone was inside, he eyed the impressive furnishings, trying to decide where to start. He glanced at the Professor, whose eyes were closed as she fingered herself eagerly.

“Stop that, slut!” he ordered. She did a moment later, whining her need. “Show us your tits,” he demanded. She complied instantly, ruining the expensive blouse, tearing it open. It fluttered to the floor. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me!” Nancy slurred, reaching up to tweak her hard nipples, then spreading her labia invitingly. “Fuck me… Give me your cock.”

“Where do you want it?” Several of the guys had their camcorders out. Nancy opened her eyes, though she obviously wasn’t seeing them.

“Fuck my… cunt… Fuck my cunt,” she repeated, as they’d trained her earlier in the day. Samir pushed her back onto the kitchen table… It was the perfect height. He dropped his fly, not bothering with the snap, and sank her ready erection into her… balls deep.

“Yesss!” the usually prudish teacher groaned, legs rising, heels coming to rest on his ass.

“You like that, cunt?” he taunted.

“God yes!” she groaned, hips humping up at him as he held himself still, “Fuck me!”

“Then show me you want it,” he demanded, confident she’d do whatever he said, “Wank my friends… Let one fuck your mouth.” and the broken, drug crazed Professor obeyed, as she would until long after Dave had arrived to retrieve the last BZ Brothers.

***

She’d wake, naked and sore, thoroughly marked by her many ‘admirers’ too late to consider cleaning up the next morning. That something awful had happened, she’d instantly know, though the full extent of how completely she’d been ruined wouldn’t hit until she’d called in sick and managed to stagger into her bathroom.

The self-assured tenured Professor sobbed at the vivid hickies marring both breasts, and the Sharpie drawn arrow pointing down to her heavily matted pubic hair above which had been scrawled ‘Black Cock Whore.’ She pressed her hand against her aching mons, shuddering anew at the strange tweak she’d felt upon seeing the words. Whimpering in fresh horror, she wondered how she could feel arousal at the obvious suggestion of what had happened to her.

After fighting them for years, could it really be, that in a single day she’d been so totally broken as to become what she remembered babbling repeatedly as fragments of the prior day began to slip into her consciousness… Was she a black cock whore?