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