Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16

Rex smiled at the women and shook his head.

"Blondes. Always insatiable once they realize how good sex can be," he teased, then pointed to the other cameramen with his chin, "Trust me, I'll be ready to go... I may even enjoy letting you do some of that," he shrugged, "But for now you need to help me take care of these strapping young men who gave up their time to help me document our mutual pleasure." Sharon giggled at his language... He seemed so refined for any man, much less a big black porn star. And she understood why he was a star... the man could fuck as well as any other man she had met. She blushed, finding the comparison was to Go and Shaun and Tom, not to Chris.

The younger men were already stripping down behind the cameras, and Sharon found herself nearly as amazed at how well Rex could juggle the various cameras as he single-handedly directed and filmed as she was the subsequent sex. Anna seemed hesitant at the idea of fucking another stranger, but when Sharon laughed at the 'ready young men' approaching with impressive erections she lay back and the women had sighed in unison as new cocks had speared into them, taking both in missionary position side by side on the big bed. The men had worn condoms, reminding her of Rex's reaction to her assuming ZB members were all safe. He would risk his health with she and Anna, but made even the guys he worked with like this take precautions. It embarrassed her that the men working with him had not that first night; she decided to be glad the big man had been willing to ride her bare that night, sure proof that she was safe at least at the moment.

The men switched up often, taking each woman missionary style, before having them move onto their hands and knees to take them from behind. Anna seemed more anxious about that than she had been even when Rex was preparing to fuck her, and Sharon leaned over, kissing the younger woman as the men moved into position and plunged into them like young rutting bucks.

The men did not last as long as Rex had, pulling out and stripping their condoms off to paint the women's backs in a weird sort of synchronized sex. Rex had the women 'clean them up' which she and Anna did without hesitation. As with the young men of the frat, the men were quickly ready for more, which amplified Sharon's arousal and was an obvious surprise to Anna. The women rolled fresh condoms onto the resurgent pricks, and the men then took their time taking each women together. When Sharon complained about the taste of the condom, Rex shrugged and the young man fucking her face had stripped his off. Sharon had gone to work, managing to get the poor young man off before he could rotate and take another turn in her pussy.

He had obviously been embarrassed about it, and she worked to make him feel better, gasping that he tasted as good as any man she'd ever blown. After all, she doubted that was the last he would be inside of her, and she had no doubt he could punish her if he wanted to do so. Anna had been less enthusiastic about being double teamed, warning she did not want to do anal. Sharon did not argue, and when the men asked if she would let them 'oreo her,' the once naïve housewife eagerly climbed onto the first young man... the man she had embarrassed earlier, and let him fuck into her pussy as his buddy took her ass. She put on a show, but it was not feigned, as she climaxed twice before the men went stiff, filling their condoms inside of her.

After their show, of course, Rex was hard once again. And as if to reinforce the fact that anal could provide pleasure, he started with Sharon, using her pussy and then her ass, and getting the ZB Bitch off in a powerful orgasm. By the time he pulled out, Sharon was barely able to breathe, much less think, and she watched, ass high and loose from the recent fucking as the big porn star skillfully worked Anna to a fever pitch, after which he managed to get the lust addled young woman to beg for him to fuck her ass. There was the usual whining and begging, but like Sharon, Anna got off on Rex's anal fucking, and reveled in the sense of the big man exploding inside of her his second release, backing out to show the cameras the young woman's filled bottom as he continued to spray his jism over her pale back.

"Now you know how to be fair and balanced," he had growled, a far cry from the voice he used in everyday life, and Anna had nodded, thanking him repeatedly and assuring him she had learned her lesson.

Sharon was impressed that the younger blonde could stay in character even when she was getting off. She was not sure she could pull that off, although the Sharon Synn personae was increasingly easy to adopt when she was dancing or servicing her fans... FAF as Rex had called it.

Rex apologized but told the women he needed to get some sleep before the show's big day, the main awards on the seventh. He and his cameramen thanked the women, made sure they had their signed forms, and let themselves out as Sharon and Anna lay panting on the oversized round bed.

"God, that was incredible," Anna murmured, hands roaming over her body as if recalling what had happened, "Even the anal... I never thought..."

"It has to be the right guy," Sharon warned, "If they aren't careful and gentle it can actually do damage." Anna had nodded, "But you're right... there's something like having someone do that masterfully that... well, I get off like almost nothing else." Laying with Anna's hand in hers, Sharon wondered at how easily she had spoken to the other woman... she would never talk like that to Chris, or even Kelly. And Shaun and Dave were not interested in how she felt... only in her willingness to keep putting out. The women kissed, enjoying a languid sixty nine, which left both panting and finally sated, the last vestiges of Rex's visit expunged. Anna asked if Sharon wanted her to leave, and the white wife and mother instead pulled the skinny blonde close, thanking her for sharing such an amazing night before she drifted to sleep.

Dave awakened them the next morning, and Sharon was not at all surprised when he insisted on 'sampling' Anna. Her new friend had been hesitant but obviously enjoyed it. And Dave paused to get Sharon off as well before he painted Anna with his load. The women showered, coming out to find he had eaten the breakfast they had ordered. Anna hugged Sharon, and the women exchanged information, her new friend promising to come out and see Fallen Angels dance at her first opportunity. Sharon said her goodbye naked and still damp at the door to the suite, not caring who passed in the hall.

Dave selected the day's attire, a ZB Bitch T sans bra and the school's mascot on white sweat pants, but with the spike heels from the night before. He explained that the main awards were that night, and that there was going to be a surprise later, so that she was not supposed to eat anything after midnight. Sharon asked, pouted, bargained, and begged, but her chaperone refused to elaborate.

The expo was little different, except more people stopped her, offering congratulations and asking for photos and autographs. Sasha and Riley and Jess all found her and offered their own more exuberant support, Jess reminding the housewife they had to 'do it' before the weekend was over. Sharon almost told the short porn star that Anna had loved her introduction to black cock, but decided not to press the issue... the idea of a lesbian fling with the bubbly starlet was enough to get her juices flowing.

Somehow Dave knew about the man at the fleshlight booth, and Sharon spent an interesting two hours answering passers by questions as the technicians 'prepared her' which essentially meant got her so excited she would have let anyone fuck her, and then took latex molds of her vaginal vault and labia. She was literally dripping with excitement when they finished, and when Jess 'happened by' the nearby convention goers were treated to a hot lesbian exchange, as the short blonde climbed over Sharon where she had been reclining, thrusting her sex into Sharon's face as she dove into Sharon's just modeled sex, licking and sucking with obvious expertise and real desire. They were panting, faces glistening with one another's honey. when they finally stopped, laughing and preening naked for the assembled crowd, who offered the women a loud cheer.

An uptight balding man in a sweat stained dress shirt approached, waving a clipboard and angrily asking if the women were trying to get the show closed for lewd behavior and public indecency. Jess threw a hip out, asking the gathered fans if they thought what they had just seen was indecent. The crowd, hoping to see even more, came to the women's defense, and the little would be tyrant quickly backed off, warning the fleshlight booth owner to watch himself or he might be kicked out.

When Sharon apologized... or tried to, trying to explain that she had just lost all self control when Jess' juicy snatch had been presented after the techs had been teasing her for hours, the man laughed, hugging her like an uncle would and assuring her that she and Ms. Jem had done more for his sales than any AVN Expo advertising would ever manage. He waved a fist full of order forms as demonstration, adding, 'and they were choosing you over Jess four to one.'

The brassy porn star heard, but she responded with a shrug and a wink, telling everyone within earshot it was just because they already had her pussy at home to enjoy. Then she told Sharon she should come out to California to 'try some straight work' and with a playful swat to Sharon's again clothed ass she was gone.

The day was a whirlwind, and except for some protein drinks and supplement samples that were offered at the various tables, and a fun size snicker bar she filched from the E TV table while trying to avoid being on their 'live coverage,' Sharon did not have time to eat a thing. There were plenty of drinks, though, and she was kept pleasantly buzzed, laughing and enjoying herself.

After lunch, they went into the casino and she played blackjack under Dave's tutelage, which was tolerated by the dealer purely because she was the hottest woman who had been at his table that week, which was saying something when they were hosting a porn convention. She left the table up another $250, and pleased with herself, even after Dave pointed out that the 'little work' she had done the night before with Rex was going to easily earn her more than ten times that number. It was the first he had indicated he knew what had happened, and Sharon chose not to even ask... She hoped it nettled the sometimes overconfident young man, that he could not guess how she would react to every little thing... or the occasional big things. She just smiled, remembering it had been Rex she had filmed with the night before.

Dave won again at the craps table, and laughed when they even hit by 'betting black' on roulette on their trip back to the suite. At his instruction, Sharon showered and made herself up as if she was going to be dancing. She donned the black silk backless gown Dave handed her, a spray of rhinestones accenting the daring neckline and the edge of the thigh high slit in the floor length gown. Sharon did not even bother looking for a bra or panties, and slipped into her black five inch heels. She could not believe she was about to wear such a daring dress in public, the back reaching to the top of her ass, and the front dropping to reveal her navel piercing. It was so low she was glad for the thin vee of pubic hair, rather than a typical landing strip. She was also glad for the adhesive strips at the edges of the dress, certain she would have been exposing herself to everyone around them with every step, otherwise. Reminding herself that at least there would be other more risqué outfits at the awards, the married housewife let her black coat and tie attired ZB brother lead her back down to the auditorium for the night's main awards.

It was flattering and unsettling how many people recognized her, offering congratulations. Sharon saw the E and G4 television cameras scattered through the auditorium and hoped her face was not being plastered onto TV screens across the nation with a 'last night's winner of best new amateur' label. She shuddered at the thought that Chris or Scott might see that. Various stars and starlets were shown on the big projection screen at the front as they entered or as the roving cameras paused at various points in the big room. She and Dave were seated farther back than the night before, but she recognized others from the prior night in neighboring seats. The big stars were there, though; this night was for them.

The outfits ran the spectrum from the German fetish queen who looked like a librarian, to the woman Sharon had seen the night before who had returned in a new duct tape pattern 'dress' that covered (almost) her nipples, areolae, and crotch. As she had noted the night before, everyone was friendly and relaxed and the winners received support from the other nominees as well as the rest of the crowd. Even though most of the bits that were played for the various awards were not 'interracial,' the oversexed housewife found herself nearly dripping with excitement. She wondered if Rex would want an encore, or if Anna would invite Sharon to enjoy an evening with some of her friends. She saw the big man, surrounded by his entourage, near the front. At one point she was sure he looked back and smiled, but she did nothing but smile in return. And Sharon did not see Anna anywhere. She hoped her new friend was all right.

Sasha swept by before the awards began, dryly commenting that she had 'heard Jess and Sharon had put on quite a show.' Sharon simply shrugged, asking if Sasha wanted to be included the next time she was hot and bothered. To her delight, after a failed attempt to seem uninterested, the pretty brunette bent close to whisper, 'fuck yes,' before standing again, winking once, and sweeping imperiously down the aisle toward the stage.

During a 'commercial break' people stood and talked to those around them. Sharon accepted more congratulations on her win, shrugging when asked if she would be making the jump to a professional actress before the next awards. When she looked to Dave for guidance, the ZB brother seemed more interested in the conversation he was having with a petite Asian. Looking farther back in the crowd, though, Sharon realized someone was waving at her. She frowned, then smiled as she remembered Korfa, her cabbie from the first night in Vegas. He raised his arms in a mock celebration, and Sharon guessed he had been there the night before. She waved, blew him a kiss, and then turned to find Dave watching her.

"A new admirer?" he dead panned? Sharon shrugged.

"You seemed pretty busy with that Asian girl." The big ZB grinned.

"Keiko? I would hope so... She's a ZB Bitch." Sharon nodded her head... It made sense that some of her sisters would be doing work that would bring them here.

"What about that bitch on the plane," she hated sounding jealous... no not really. Dave's smile grew.

"That really bugged you, didn't it?" Sharon nodded. He shrugged again, "She's a ZB recruit."

"A what?"

"We have several women approaching the frat these days... They've seen you, and they want to do what you do... Live the life of a co-ed, getting all the sex you could want, enjoying big cocks, parties, and no real responsibilities."

"So why the plane?"

"IF they are serious, they have to be willing to put up... Shaun called her the afternoon of the flight... Told her to be on the plane if she was serious about becoming a ZB Bitch. She was, so I was... well, obligated to see if she'll work out." Sharon nodded, lips pursed, mad at herself for falling into the trap. She could not be jealous of her sisters... that was one of the rules.

"So what's she doing while we're here?" she had the sudden image of Dave visiting the other woman in another suite at the casino, banging her while Sharon and Anna had been letting Rex and his boys have their ways with them.

"Oh, there's a local chapter of ZB," Dave winked, "She'll be thoroughly broken in by the time we fly back." Sharon tried not to frown at the idea that the bitch would be flying back with them. She reminded herself it was a sister, and though she might think she was getting into this voluntarily... "Anyway," Dave interrupted her thoughts, "Who's the little admirer?" Sharon tried to tell herself not to feel pride that Dave was jealous.

"His name's Korfa," she shrugged, "HE helped me when you left me high and dry at the airport." Dave shrugged.

"I knew you'd get her OK," the words did not sound completely confident, and Sharon wondered what the ZB had been doing upon his arrival that had so delayed or distracted him that he had not made sure she got to the casino safely. "What's his story? Was he working the limo line?"

"He's a cabbie," Sharon answered angrily, "I didn't have the money or the directions to be taking a limo."

"He go to school here?"

"He wants to, but he's just driving a cab for now... I think he said he was Somali." Dave went to work on his smart phone, and Sharon assumed the discussion was over. A moment later there was a buzz as a sexy blonde walked in with a spiky haired muscle boy on her arm. Sharon gaped along with many of the others as Betty Beam paused, enjoying the attention.

Even before Sharon had become something of a sex star... before she had become the ZB sex toy, she had heard of Betty Beam. The woman had started stripping in Vegas, taking her name from a bottle of whiskey the day she began. She had posed for every men's magazine in the country, and had turned her sex appeal into a economic juggernaut. She had done porn, had danced as a headliner, and had been one of the early adult performers to embrace the internet. She had even made the often talked about jump to mainstream, appearing in non-pornographic roles. She had been on talk shows, and talked about in the magazines Sharon and other housewives read while standing in line at the supermarket.

And yet, as Sharon watched her with the preening jock who was her husband, Sharon had the distinct impression the woman was not happy. She shivered, wondering if that was what happened to you when you became successful... whether it was in business or sports or sex, did reaching the top mean being alone?

The woman's entourage was not allowed in the high end seats, some of them taking seats nearby, which kept Sharon from asking Dave what he thought. She noticed the ZB had barely paid Betty any attention, though, and leaned over, asking why.

"She don't play," he said without hesitation.

"Bullshit," Sharon snorted, "She may not do it now, but she was in like a gazillion movies." Dave shook his head, patting Sharon as if she was a loveable dog.

"No," he pointed at her, "You play. Your friend Anna plays now. Little Jess from today? She don't play. Riley don't play. Sasha don't play anymore. And uppity Betty Beam don't play." Sharon was still puzzled. Dave laughed, "You are still that naïve? That means we brothers don't get no play. Get it?" Sharon blinked.

"They're racist?" Dave shrugged eloquently.

"They say not... some say their fans don't want it... some say it would hurt... some say they just aren't attracted... they all have an excuse. But it comes down to they have sex for money, and claim to love having sex... just not with brothers." Sharon frowned.

"But Jess... well, we had sex today?" Dave just smiled.

"Damn straight... that was some hot shit watching you two go at it."

"You aren't mad?" That earned another snort.

"Naw. In fact, It's sort of like doing her second hand." It was Sharon's turn to snort.

"What the fuck?"

"Well, who was in you last night."