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The Star Student
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE STAR
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Kevin paced with anticipation as he waited in the long hall
leading up to her dressing room. He couldn't really believe
that he would actually get the chance to meet her, to talk to
her.
It had only been a month ago that he'd managed to work up
the courage to write her a letter. He'd told her how he'd
seen one of her old movies on AMC a few months back and had
instantly been captivated by her. Since then, Kevin had found
a
copy of everyone of her films. No easy feat since even the most
recent was 25 years old, a full seven years before Kevin had
even been born. His bookcase back home carried three books on
her life, including her autobiography. He had fallen in love
with her words as easily as he had her celluloid image.
The most he had hoped for when he mailed that letter was an
personally autographed photograph. When he opened it and
found a front row ticket to her current Broadway show and an
invitation to come backstage and meet her after the show, the
18 year old nearly fainted. Using money from his graduation,
Kevin had taken a Greyhound bus to New York City in search of
a dream.
Kevin gulped as the door opened and the wardrobe lady stepped
out. She shifted the costume in her arms and gave him an
indifferent look, quickly moving past him.
Kevin took another deep breath and stepped forward. .
Gathering his courage he knocked on the wooden door.
It quickly swung open and he was met by a large black woman.
"Can I help you?" She said, not a little annoyed.
"I ... I'm here to see Miss Thomas." He managed to stammer
out.
"Miss Thomas doesn't see people in her dressing room," the
woman said. "If you'd caller her office....."
"But she invited me...." Kevin quickly exclaimed. "She sent
me a ticket to the show and said I should come backstage
afterward."
"Yeah, right..." she answered as she moved to close the
door.
"Is there a problem, Katie?" came a voice from within the
room. A voice that was like music to Kevin's ears.
"Just some kid, claims you invited him." Katie said
laughingly. "I was just getting rid of him."
"Oh Lord!" the voice yelled. "I'd forgotten all about it, I
did send him a ticket to the show.
At that, Katie stopped the door in mid-motion and reopened
it. She then stepped aside to let Kevin enter. As he walked
by her, she shook her head in disbelief.
Once inside the dressing room, Kevin took in his surrounding.
The room was large, as befitting someone of her status. On
the walls were photos of her in her many roles, both
in film and on the stage. A small kitchenette occupied one
corner, and a pullout couch in another. It resembled more a
small apartment than a dressing room.
"I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding," came the voice from
behind a changing partition. "I totally forgot about sending
that invitation."
"Will you be needing anything else, Miss Thomas?" Katie said.
""No, I'm done for the evening, thank you, Katie."
With that the black woman turned and left, leaving Kevin a
strong stare as she exited.
"All right, he I come, ready or not," said the voice behind
the barrier.
Kevin felt his heart skip a beat as she stepped into view. In
his mind he knew that Cynthia Thomas was a little over fifty,
but his eyes couldn't believe she was more than
middle-thirties.
Short dark hair rested atop a blue silk dressing robe. From
what he could see of her body, it was obvious that she took
serious care of it. Her smile was infectious, exactly as it
had
been in the first film he had seem - made so many years before.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" She asked. "Juice,
soda, or maybe something a little stronger?"
"Err...soda would be fine."
"Coming right up." Cynthia said as she moved to the small
wet bar. "You must forgive Katie," she said as she poured a
soda for Kevin and a scotch for herself. "I'm not in the
habit of receiving visitors after a show."
"That's ok, " Kevin said as he accepted the drink. "I still
can't believe you invited me here."
"Well....." Cynthia said as she sat down in a large chair
and motioned for Kevin to take a seat on the couch. "It's been
a long time since I've gotten a letter like yours - in fact
what fan
mail I do get these days is usually from "old" men. I was
intrigued by your letter - seven pages no less."
"I really didn't mean for it to go on and on like that Miss
Thomas," Kevin said, a little embarrassed. "But once I
started,
it was hard to stop."
"Hold on now...." Cynthia said as she held up her hand,
"This "Miss Thomas" stuff ends right here, you make me sound
old enough to be your mother. My friends call me
Cynthia......and if you really must....Cindy."
Kevin's face beamed at this granting of intimacy. Never mind
that Cynthia Thomas was only four years younger than his
grandmother, never mind his mother.
"So tell me a little more about yourself Kevin."
For over an hour they sat and talked. Kevin had quickly
covered his entire life in under ten minutes. Cynthia spent
the
rest of the time telling him a version of her life not found in
any
book. Of life in Hollywood and of loves and adventures as a
young starlet. Kevin was fascinated by the stories, causing
the
actress to reveal more and more details of her life.
"You must thing be terribly wicked." She said as she paused
after telling of another big name lover. "Normally I never
talk about those days, but there's something about you that
just makes me want to open up. I hope you're not too
embarrassed?"
"Oh not at all, I could sit and listen to you for hours."
Kevin replied.
"Watch what you wish for..." Cynthia said with a grin. "You
might just regret that."
"Never..." Kevin interjected.
"Very well....now where was I....oh yes....it was back in
'73......"
As Cynthia continued with yet another tale of sexual conquest
among Hollywood's elite, Kevin became more and more away of
her sexuality. Her loose fitting gown had become even looser,
giving him ample view of her breasts as he imaged the star of
her current tale fondling them. As he'd done in countless wet
dreams.
"Maybe I'd better stop....." Cynthia said as she took note
of the bulge that had filled Kevin's pants. "It seems that
my little tales are having some effect on you."
"I didn't mean..... " Kevin said as his face grew red.
"Dear boy, there so need to get so flush. I consider that
the finest compliment I can get at my age."
"You're still as beautiful as when you made O'Brien's
Crossing...." Kevin blurted out. "Anyone can see that."
"That's so kind of you to say that, even if it is a lie."
Cynthia said. "The eyes of youth....you look at me and see the
image on the screen, not the reality of today."
"I still say you're beautiful!"
"You do believe that, my darling Kevin." she replied
beaming, "Well you deserve a look at the whole package
then...."
With that she stood and pulled on the sash of her robe. With a
flourish she dropped in to the floor, revealing her to be
nude beneath it.
Kevin's mouth dropped open, confronted by a set of beautiful
36c breasts which only sagged a little. He had masturbated a
thousand times imagining them, now they were only a foot away.
"I hope your still looking with those eyes of youth." Cynthia
said as she struck a pose. "Do you like what you see?"
"You're more beautiful than I could've imaged." came his
reply.
"I love you Kevin....I hardly know you but I love you."
With that she pulled him up from the couch and kissed him.
Softly at first, then Kevin felt her tongue slip into his
mouth and she pressed against him. Before he realized it, she
had slipped her hand down his pants and embraced his hard
cock.
"I really shouldn't be doing this," Cynthia whispered
between kisses as she stroked his cock. "But I have always had
such a weakness for handsome young men."
Kevin's only reply was a soft moan.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.
"Oh no......please don't stop..." he panted.
A wicked smile crossed Cynthia's lips as she drew his mouth
down to her breasts, pushing her nipple inside it.
"Suck me...my pretty boy.." Cynthia purred. "Suck Cindy's
tits."
Kevin was only too eager to comply as he drew her nipple
inside his mouth and worked his tongue around it. He could
feel the pressure in his balls, already he wanted to cum.
Cynthia could also feel the heat in his balls, but her tight
experienced grip assured that he wouldn't cum before she was
ready. She had plans for all that beautiful boy-juice.
"Mmmmm." Kevin moaned as she replaced one breast in his
mouth with the other.
"Oh yes, baby..thats it....suck those beautiful tits." she
said as she pulled open his pants, relieving some on the
pressure
on his cock. "Get those nipples nice and hard."
For over ten minutes, Kevin devoured Cynthia's breasts,
covering them with kisses. His shirt had soon followed his
pants to the floor and he was soon as naked as the actress.
She
continued her hold on his cock, letting it grow just soft
enough
so that he was no longer in danger of shooting too soon.
"Lean back lover," Cynthia said as she eased him back onto
the couch. "Mama's gonna make you feel real nice."
The older woman dropped to her knees before the young man and
took his cock into her mouth. As the wetness of her lips
engulfed him, Kevin fell into a pit of desire.
With
care strokes of her tongue she brought him again and again to
the point of release, then suddenly stopped short of orgasm.
It
wasn't Kevin's fist blowjob, be he'd never had one that felt so
good.
Don't stop," he said as he drifted in estacy, "Don't ever
stop."
Cynthia deep throated him again, taking all seven inches into
her mouth. He was as hard as he could be, and soon even her
practiced hand wouldn't be able to keep him from exploding.
"Have you ever fucked a woman, Kevin?" she asked in a deep
sexy voice. "Have you ever filled a woman with this big
beautiful cock?"
"Errr...sure, " Kevin murmured, thinking it a crime to
compare the few hometown girls he'd been with to this woman on
her knees before him.
"Well, Cindy's going to teach you something new...." she said
as she stood, pulling him to a standing position as she
held onto his cock. "Something I'm sure they don't teach back
in your hometown."
Leading him over to her dressing table, Cynthia popped the
lid off a large jar of Vaseline and scooped up a generous
portion of it with her fingers. First she smeared it over the
head of his cock, then the base. That done, she slid a gel
covered finger into her anus, then a second, moving them in and
out. Satisfied with both the level of lubrication and
tightness,
she bent over the arm of the couch and spread her legs. A
little
unsure of what exactly to do, Kevin moved behind her aimed his
hard cock at her veteran pussy.
"No, not there....." Cynthia said as she reached back and
again took hold of him, guiding him to her smaller tighter
hole. "Here..." she said as she eased the head of his cock
against her pucker hole.
Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her, her ass
wrapping itself around the gel covered cock. Kevin couldn't
believe the tightness of her ass, or how good it felt around
his
cock. He slid back a little, drawing it out about and inch,
then
two......then he thrusted forward and buried his shaft deep
inside her.
"Fuck yes!!!!" Cynthia yelled as she felt the pain/
pleasure combination rip into her. "Fuck my ass, fill it with
that big beautiful cock!"
As her hole relaxed more, Kevin began to develop a rhythm,
thrusting harder with each stroke. Cynthia followed the
rhythm, pushing her ass back to meet each new thrust, until his
now engorged balls slapped against her ass. Her frenzy
increased with each new penetration, until she could no longer
speak, only utter a grunting noise.
As one hand balanced her against the couch arm, the other had
found it's way to her clit and she frigged herself
incessantly, adding to the torrids raging within her. Feeling
Kevin begin to tense behind her, she managed through sheer
effort to again find her voice.
"Fuck me...." she panted in gasps. "Fill my ass with that
beautiful cum."
A few seconds later, Kevin fulfilled her request as he
experienced the most explosive orgasm of his young life.
Cynthia's sphincter seemed to tighten around the base of his
cock as a fountain of boycum rushed into her. Each additional
thrust brought more, until he was finally drained completely.
Then in exhaustion he collapsed on top of her, his cock still
inside her as if, even drained ,she was unwilling to get him
go.
It was nearly ten minutes before either of them spoke. Cynthia
gently stroked his now limp cock and kissed him gently. She
knew that this wouldn't be a one time thing. First thing in
the morning she would have Kevin move in with her. She would
find him a job, after all he was good looking enough to be on
the stage - she didn't think many actresses would mind having
a man opposite them for a change instead of another fairy.
And of course she would be happy to share him - that was the
nature of show business. She could well afford to be
generous. After all - she was Cynthia Thomas - and she had an
image to maintain.
END
Ann Douglas
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