Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A

Sharon ran a finger around her pierced nipple, eyes still lidded, head back, as she brought her other hand to her crotch, suggestively pressing against her sex.

"Ungh," she shuddered again, and every other woman watched in rapt fascination as Sharon undulated without moving, oblivious to everyone around her. Worried, Kelly moved to distract the others as Sharon slid bonelessly into her seat, groaning huskily. She grabbed her ipad from her bag-- a gift Dave had provided, along with specific instructions she had been finding increasingly difficult to obey, considering she felt like she was spying on Sharon.

"Here," she cleared her throat and began running her fingers over the screen. G4... She scrolled through the site as it loaded, found the Header for Sexpo 2010, Melbourne, scrolled through the episodes... "Just check this out," she triumphantly spun the little tablet for Glory and the others to see as Riley Style began the intro to the next segment, her little girl voice piping from the speaker.

"And now, what we've been telling you about... the amateur awards that are scheduled for tonight... I've seen some of these girls," she licked her lips suggestively, "And I'm hoping they make the jump to come play with me. Let's see what's happening," and she spun away from the camera dissolve before it showed her again, at the back of a big auditorium.

"Some of these women may be the big stars of tomorrow," she said in an unnecessary whisper, "Well, some of them are already stars in their own right..."

A pair of well known porn stars, one brunette and bold, the other a bottle blonde who had made a career of at least playing at being 'ditzy' were getting the crowd focused.

"... category is best New Amateur in a series." the ditzy blonde pouted, "I remember when I was in the running for this award."

"Did you win?"

"No, silly. I only did one loong movie," she dragged out the word, then batted her eyes at the camera, "I thought taking a series of big studs was what would get me nominated." The brunette rolled her eyes.

"Tonight's nominees have been acting..."

"Or not," the blonde tittered.

"Or not," her companion agreed, "In at least three separate productions that have earned at least $100,000. To be nominated, the women must also not have been signed to a studio, and they can't have been doing it before this year!" the blonde looked at her exasperated friend,

"What?"

"They cannot have been performing in the sex trade before this year." The crowd laughed at the prompting light.

"Oh, right..." another giggle, "I think all of these gals have been 'doing it' well before this year." the blonde winked again at the camera, then turned to her companion, "Well, Sasha, who's up for the award?" Sasha Blue opened the page she had been holding.

"Miss Geri Jones," the big screen behind the pair cut to a clip of a buxom redhead riding on one cock while slurping hungrily at another jutting through a hold in the wall, "Gloryhole Jones, 1 through 4," the scene cut to the same lithe young woman screaming in ecstasy as a big tattooed stud pounded her ass against a checkered tile floor.

The crowd applauded, the clapping increasing as the scene cut to the woman, seated in the crowd, wearing a shimmering green dress cut to expose the insides of her breasts as well as her navel. Smiling almost shyly, the young starlet tweaked her dress, baring the edge of an areola, which was deftly blurred by the censors.

"You may have seen her get her start in 'Grads Gone Wild,' Sasha continued, and another video replaced her image on screen, showing a younger, less sexually polished woman flashing her breasts in a crowded bar for a camera, "Another in the line of discoveries by Larry Rubio." The cameras dutifully cut to the man who had gotten rich talking drunk coeds on Spring Break to show the country their tits. By means of waving, Rubio lifted his arm to show the chromed handcuffs he wore, linking him to a guard who was his ever present shadow while the convicted tax cheat worked off his debt to Uncle Sam.

"Who's next?" the blonde chirped. Sasha tilted her head, returning her attention to the page she was holding.

"The star of 'Hot Pocket Deliveries,' 1-6, Rose Victoria." The Latino beauty was shown knocking on the door wearing a thin white T with red sleeves, the front emblazoned with 'Hot Pocket Deliveries.' The image immediately cut to the same actress spreading her heavy, clean shaven labia as the 'homeowner' slipped into her with a groan of delight. Leaning back, the athletic young woman began to hump herself at the offered cock, shouting 'Yesss!' with an accent reminiscent of the 'Modern Family' star making it big in Hollywood. The scene cut, and the camera showed her encouraging an anal pummeling before accepting her 'payment' from the satisfied customer and sauntering toward her red and white VW Bug, pausing to look back over her shoulder and wink before saying, 'Just 3 more deliveries to go...' before the image cut to the same smiling woman where she was seated in the crowd. Rose wore a body hugging white sequin dress that emphasized her impressive cleavage, and set off her flawless mocha complexion. Batting her heavily made up eyes, the beauty blew a kiss at the camera.

"Mmmm," the blonde sighed, "I think I need to try Hot Pockets again." Rose smiled prettily and nodded in answer, mouthing 'any time' for the camera. "But wait," the blonde frowned, "Wasn't she a GGW, too?" On cue the overhead screen showed Rose, pre-augmentation, flashing and shaking her ass at a beach party for a recent Grads Gone Wild production.

"Yep, Larry strikes again," Sasha paused, "Damn, that man gets around." When the camera cut to him again, the producer smiled broadly. Rose tried to look appropriately embarrassed, and the crowd pretended the starlet the had just seen humping a 'stranger' would be so affected.

"Who's next, Sasha, another Grads Gone Wild discovery?"

"Well, in fact," Sasha shook her head, "Maybe we'll name this the Rubio award next year... Anna Colter!" The screen lit with a passable news desk set, where an impossibly tall blonde was deftly eviscerating a pudgy politician

"... Trying to tell this Audience you have no recollection of visiting the Tabby Cat and paying for lap dances?" there was a movie in a movie cut of the target of her attack drooling over a succession of faceless strippers, "That you were not a regular customer of the Soccer Mom Madam, "Cut to the man rutting into a willing young woman, face obscured by the camera angle, the 'Madam' in question peering over his shoulder through the open door of the frilly girly pink painted room, "And yet, you are somehow opposed to insurer coverage of contraception and federal funding for abortion?" The clearly surprised politician was left speechless, blinking as he looked about as if to escape.

"Well I have only one response to that," the too thin young woman stood, the heavier but shorter man almost cowering away from her. Anna turned, setting one elbow on the new desk that had been behind their 'interview' setting, and using the other to flip her miniskirt up, baring her naked ass and sex, "You've got some big balls, Senator... Now show me how well you can use them." Suddenly confident, the 'Senator' hurried to accommodate the newswoman's demand. The screen cut back to the pair on the stage.

"Foxy Hosin' Zone, 1-3," the blonde giggled, "I'd say she's fairly balanced," the coupling was continuing on the big screen behind the presenters.

"Yes," Sasha agreed as the screen dissolved, "Miss Colter is unable to join us tonight, but sent along a thanks," the screen changed to a twitter post, 'Love that you're all watching me right now. Hugs and Kisses, A'

"And yes, she's another Rubio discovery," the blonde piped up, "Don't all you men wish you were Larry, just for a day?" She turned to Sasha, "Who's next?" Sasha again focused on her paper,

"A true school girl MILF, and married to boot, the star of the BZ Bitches 1-5... Sharon Synn." The scene behind them cut to Sharon, in her Demoness costume, servicing a line of the BZ Brothers. There were hushed murmurs and cheers as she begged the young stud between her legs to fuck her harder, and then urged someone else to take their turn when he finished up and pulled away. The scene cut to a profile of Sharon being approached 'on the beach,' the first film shoot she had done in the warehouse, her face turned enough to hide who she was, until it was buried in one of the big stud's groin while a second began to pound into her easily.

"Mrs. Synn... Yep, you heard me right, Missus, could not be here tonight, as school resumes Monday, but she and her friends at the BZ Frat are able to join us by satellite..."

The screen cut to Sharon, seated between Dave, and Samir, her hands wanking their bare cocks. She was topless, wearing the Demoness mask, and when she saw herself on the television her mouth dropped open in obvious shock. Her hands went right on working though. The crowd laughed.

"Wow," the blonde giggled, "I think she's already filming number six."

"Eight, actually," Dave said, then let his mouth go slack, feigning greater pleasure than he was actually receiving, "Damn, but you can work a cock, Shar'." Shocked, she took her hand away from his cock, horrified to see the televised image of her do the same a second later. Dave adjusted himself, aware his cock was impressive to the average man or woman as he continued, "6 and 7 as well as a Greatest Hits eh, Missus," he paused while the crowd chuckled at the promo sign one of the other brothers had held up behind the coach showing the spelling of their play on words, "Are in the can."

Horrified at being on live TV, Sharon sat, one hand still working Samir's cock. She wanted to bolt from the room, and as reason began to urge the more than tipsy white housewife to do just that, Dave lifted his chin-- not a motion anyone watching would notice. Bernie stepped up and held a card up over the camera set above the television in front of her. Sharon froze, seeing a picture of herself with Chris. As she opened her mouth to ask what was happening, Dave leaned close, kissing her neck. Her eyes flickered closed automatically as her nerves sang. TWANG! Her clit pulsed and her body undulated, one hand still working Samir's solid cock.

"If you leave we'll have to show them you really are married... just play along, little Bitch," Dave whispered while pretending to kiss her ear. Her eyes focused on her wedding band as her fingers rose and fell on Samir's deep black shaft. The little voice that had tried to get her to escape was shouting-- hundreds... thousands of strangers were watching her... She'd never be able to pretend it wasn't her! Dave winked, at her,

"The mask has to stay on, so hubby doesn't find out just how horny his little wife is." Sharon relaxed slightly, trying to convince her he was right-- Chris would not recognize her dressed as she was... doing what she was doing. Her gaze was still captured by the movement of her hand and the sensation of Samir's erection sliding through her fingers... She realized her free hand was frigging her dripping slit. God, it felt good. The worries, the knowledge that others were watching her faded away. "Her fans will know, but trust me, this married MILF gets NAUGHTY!" Dave offered the camera a thumbs up, "Just catch one of her performances and you'll be back for more." Leaning back, leaving it obvious no force was being used, he said, "Damn, you got wonderful hands, but I want that mouth, my sexy little bitch."

The rational fragment of her mind not hazed by the hours of drugs, booze, and constant sexual activity was still shouting-- the blinking light over the TV was real... they could not fake having her name called on a live broadcast from half the world away. But without hesitation, driven as much by her own building need as the demand of the younger man, Sharon dutifully twisted, dipping her head to slurp his swollen cock into her mouth.

She bobbed almost gently a time or two before she felt his hips lift slightly. She automatically took the cue, knowing what he wanted, and began to bob at him more forcefully, taking him to the root and holding herself there every few strokes, sucking at him strongly. She heard the murmurs followed by a building applause as the screen reverted to the stage half way around the world. Turning her head, she realized that even with the two women front and center, a hugely magnified image of her bobbing head was still on display, behind the announcers. She was incredibly embarrassed-- how many people were seeing her do that live? And yet she was suddenly so wet she moaned around Dave's cock, wishing Samir would fuck her...

Kelly and the other dancers had no idea what had led up to her putting on the little show on cable and satellite television... that Sharon had rushed back to her small condo, grabbing the Demoness mask and the accompanying dildo 'tail' and then speeding the short distance to the frat, frantic by the time that she arrived that it had been more than the hour and a half Dave had allowed.

She had actually left the Range Rover running, dashing up the steps to see if she had time to park before whatever Dave had planned was starting, and had been amazed to see the house was mostly deserted. Carlyn had been asleep on one of the couches in the main room, heedless of the light, her unpierced left nipple visible above the edge of the BZ Bitch baby doll she was wearing. Bernie, the frat member who had answered the door, had laughed at Sharon's expression, asking if something was wrong. She had stammered that Dave had made it sound like there was a party or some pressing event that she had needed to rush back to attend. Laughing, had pointed at the quietly snoring younger woman.

"Well, it's been a rough holiday for your sister, keeping us all satisfied, so maybe Dave wanted you to come take over for her." He had waved off, Sharon's suggestion she would park the Rover, "Don't sweat it, little Bitch, I been wantin' ta drive that fine ride. And you just get comfortable, I want to do some partying with you." He had been out the door after offering an lascivious wink that had managed to trigger the inexplicable and almost incapacitating reaction of Sharon's clit.

She had sagged against the inner doorframe until the sensation eased, and then had gone looking for Dave. The senior frat member had been watching movies in the rec room, and had waved off Sharon's inquiry as to what was up. It had not been five minutes from finding Dave before the shapely housewife had been seated between the domineering BZ brother and Tom, the big lineman who had proven to be a capable and gentle lover, a big glass of alcohol in hand. Dave had prompted her to share 'what she had done during the holiday,' and frightened that he would somehow know if she lied, she had offered an embarrassingly thorough description. He had seemed surprised about her adventure in the hospital, and had been downright unhappy about the way the high school players had used her.

"Tom," Dave had growled as he got up, deftly refreshing the Solo glass of Mind Eraser that had been given to the hapless housewife, their best BZ Bitch, "When Zeke rings up you get me, no matter what else I'm doing. Unless that boy's recruiting that other big lineman he isn't allowed to be freelancing our girls like that." Tom had nodded soberly-- Sharon had been sure he was more upset about the various ways she had been used over the holiday than Dave, but with the heavy fog of reefer smoke filling the room, it was just too hard to focus for her to wonder why.

Sometime later... Sharon had no idea how much time, much less how much she had had to drink, she had acquiesced to Dave's insistence that she put the mask on, and with less reluctance she has slipped the 'tail' into its place jutting from her ass. Sitting with the big dildo inserted was initially uncomfortable, but by then Sharon had been sufficiently aroused at the constant touching and fondling of the BZ who were partying with her, not to mention the frequent less than subtle suggestions of what was going to happen, that she had actually enjoyed the pressure of the thick rubber distending her bottom, a harbinger of the pleasures to come.

She remembered giggling at how slurred her voice was when she had asked Dave why it had been so important that she come home that night, never stopping to consider where it was she considered 'home.' Instead of answering, Dave had looked over at Samir, who had told Sharon he wanted her to dance for them.

Giggling, Sharon had stepped onto the low coffee table between the couch and the big flat panel TV, and had started to dance with the ease of the performer she had become. Even without a pole, she had managed a lewd display that had all of the BZ brothers on hand ready to take advantage in just a song or two. When she stepped off to take a break, she had disrobed but for her heels and the costume, and without thinking about it she had dutifully retrieved drinks for the young men, naked, before she had done a second set, teasingly drawing the strands of her 'tail' through her bare sex and whipping them against her naked breasts, reveling in the power she had felt over the enraptured frat members.

She had paused, seeing herself on television as she had turned to bounce her ass at the trio seated on the couch, and Samir had quickly told her it was just the 'Eye' on the X-Box Kinect, pointing to the elaborate lens situated above the television. Sharon had seen the frat members playing various games with it, and giggled at the way her body as moving on the screen before her, but as much as the expressions of the men behind her, whose eyes were glued to her thrusting bottom. The guys had laughed when Samir had told her the camera was a new addition with HD resolution-- which meant nothing to Sharon. Bernie had asked if the young programmer was designing a sex game with Sharon as the main character, and the guys had laughed with Sharon at the joke.

Standing from his seat in the chair to the side, Bernie had dropped his pants, announcing it was time to 'tip the entertainment.' Seeing his jutting cock, Sharon had licked her lips-- she had been horny for a long time by that point, and was more than ready to feel Bernie inside of her. Stepping close, the younger BZ had spanked Sharon's naked ass smartly, and the well-conditioned married housewife turned, bending at the waist while deftly sweeping the plume of her 'tail' to the side, giving her 'brother' easy access.

As a swimmer, Bernie was tall but almost painfully thin, with ropey muscles rather than the bulky strength of Tom and most of the others. His cock was similar... not so thick but of above average, length, even in the frat. And whether it was breath control or training in the water, he was also able to go much longer than most of the other frat members, Sharon remembered from past enjoyable interludes. She was wondering how long it would be comfortable to take him standing on the coffee table with the makeshift tail in place when he had asked Samir if he needed to be wearing any special harness to get the geeky BZ brother the 'data he needed.' Sharon had turned to look at the younger frat member in surprise as Bernie had slipped easily into her sex.

"You aren't... ahhh," God, it felt good having a big cock thrust into her, she had to admit, "God..." he caught her hips and set an easy but rapid pace, "Aren't recording this for a game?" Samir had laughed.

"No, but it's a great idea... Will you be my character, Sharon?" TWANG! Sharon's clit pulsed and Bernie was just sliding home at that moment, and her attempted agreement was a fervent shout, "Yes!" she had shivered, climaxing visibly, to the shouts and cheers of she and Bernie's impromptu audience.