Jane, Ignorant Slut?

My cousin has worked in the movie/television industry
for about ten years now. He’s been involved with
independent movies, nature programs, the kind of stuff
I consider boring. When you told me he was on the crew
to shoot the new Poppy Montgomery crime drama,
unforgettable, that caught my interest. I’d always
thought she was hot on Without A Trace. So when it
premiered I watched and have ever since. It was
interesting seeing her play Carrie Wells, a character
so different than Samantha Spade.

My cousin was over for a few beers Friday night when
he mentioned in passing that Jane Curtin was joining
the cast and taping her first episode on Monday. Now
that really peaked my interest. I’d always had a thing
for Jane Curtin. I remember my mother always watching
3rd Rock From The Sun; I wasn’t all that in to. But if
I happened to be in the room when Jane was onscreen
I’d get a hard-on.

I asked my cousin if he could get me on the set. That
surprised him since I’d never shown any interest in
getting behind the scenes on one of his movies or
television programs before. He said he’d have to get
permission first so it wouldn’t be next week. I told
him whenever would be fine. He got permission for me
to hang out on the set the following week. It was kind
of exciting to go behind the scenes.

My cousin introduced me to most of the crew who were
all very nice. I’m a pretty tall guy, and considered
handsome, so I stood out. The cast noticed that and
many introduced themselves. Kevin Rankin who plays the
redheaded detective who previously was on the medical
drama Trauma was very friendly and the practical joker
on set.

Daya Vaidya who plays the black female detective was
very flirty; she seemed to have a thing for tall white
guys. Her eyes looked me up and down approvingly the
first time she saw me, pausing at the bulge in my blue
jeans. (Which by the look on her face I could see she
liked even more.)

Daya made it her personal mission to show me around
the set herself, holding me by my arm, giving it a
squeeze now and then, commenting and how big my
muscles were. The last stop on our ‘tour’ was her
dressing room. She showed me her script, which scene
she’d be shooting next, followed by her showing me her
wardrobe, including her favorite underwear [which she
was wearing at the time]. I’ll leave what happened
next to your imagination…

Daya had to leave to shoot her scene. When I left I
literally bumped into Poppy. She was just as nice as
the characters she’s played and had a lot of nice
things to say about my cousin and his professionalism
on the set. Poppy would blush a lot and look away, I
could tell she liked me, too, but wasn’t as bold as
Daya. Poppy finally had to go to shoot another scene,
leaving me standing there to muse over how I should
play this out. (a.k.a. seduce her if I chose to)

I checked out the other dressing rooms, looking for
Jane’s. I hadn’t seen her yet.

I found her dressing room and Jane was indeed in it.
The door stood open and I couldn’t think of what to
say. I found her more attractive in person and found
myself getting hard [again]. Fortunately Jane noticed
me right away and made the first move. “Hi there,” she
said striding over to me. I felt my face grow hot.
“I’m Jane Curtin.” She offered me her hand and I shook
it. She had a firm grip.

“I-I… know who you are,” I got the nerve to say.
“You’re going to find this hard to believe, but I’m
one of your biggest fans. Not in a Kathy Bates in
Misery sort of way.”

Jane’s took off her glasses, her smile growing wider.
“Why, thank you! You seem kind of young to know who I
am.”

I blushed again. Last week I did a little research on
her found out when and how long she’d been on Saturday
Night Live and 3rd Rock From The Sun, not to mention
an 8Os sitcom called Kate and Allie. And I had come
across an interest tidbit from SNL.

“I’m 29,” I admitted. I used to see you on 3rd Rock
only because my movie enjoyed watching it. You were
the best thing about that show…”

Jane blushed but her face lit up. “Thank you!”

“I was too young to have seen you when you were on
SNL, but for some reason I remember you doing the news
reports with Dan Akroyd and he’d say ‘Jane, you
ignorant slut!'” Jane laughed, eyes gleaming. “You
remembered that?”

“I did. I know I shouldn’t have found that funny since
it wasn’t true and not the kind of thing you say to a
lady…” I noticed that gleam in her eyes again.

“Are you sure it isn’t true?”

“Oh course it’s not true! You’re not ignorant, you’re
one of the whitest people I’ve ever known!”

“I meant the slut part.”

I blushed. I hadn’t even thought about that. Jane
closed and locked her dressing room door. “I shouldn’t
even be talking about this… But I’ve kept it a
secret so long it excites me to share it with you. I
AM a slut. Or at least was… I fucked a lot of the
SNL cast and crew, males only, being a slut didn’t
make me a lesbian!”

Jane laughed, putting her glasses down on her dressing
room table. She looked so sexy still after all these
years, my cock throbbed painfully behind my jeans.
“Kate and Allie was the same. I love sex,
unfortunately Patrick, my husband of over thirty-six
years, doesn’t. I love him and I know how much he
loves me, but I love getting nasty just as much. I’ve
done my best to keep my ‘extracurricular activities’ a
secret.”

“What about on 3rd Rock?”

“Not so much. French Stewart was too goofy in my
opinion and goofy looking. John was too old for me, my
tastes go younger. That’s why I just secretly fucked
the boy on the show. I can’t believe I just told you
that!” Jane exclaimed, not looking embarrassed by her
admission, but a look a mischief filled her face. “He
was so hot and eager to please me… We go at it at
every opportunity. I can’t believe it’s been since the
show ended in 2001 that I last got fucked!”

“You mean you haven’t, in almost eleven years?!”

Jane shook her head. “I figured I was getting old… I
just seemed to lose interest…”

“You lose interest? This coming from the woman who
flashed her 36C bra during one of your news reports on
SNL?”

Jane laughed. “You know about that?”

I nodded. “I came across it on the internet last week.
You flashed your black bra and made some comment about
Connie Chung. I could only find two pics of you doing
it.”

“I haven’t flashed my bra in such a long time…” Jane
said looking nostalgic. “And they’re much fuller now.
Wanna see?” Without waiting for my answer Jane
unbuttoned her blouse and flashed me.

I thought I’d spurt in my jeans! Her tits filled out
her bra well, they were a lot bigger.

“Shit, I haven’t been this horny in a long time!” Jane
dropped to her knees and had my cock out before I
could object (not that I would’ve…) She took my
whole cock in her mouth right away, deep-throating me
sloppily. I’d never got blown by someone this horny
and needy. I was already on edge so only minutes after
I blew my load down her throat.

I stayed hard and Jane reached under her skirt and
tugged off her panties. She threw herself onto the
floor, pulled her skirt up around her waist and spread
her legs. “Fuck me! I need it so bad!

I dropped to my knees, eyes locked on her dark blonde-
haired pussy. I mounted her and sank my cock into her
tight, wet pussy. Jane groaned and wrapped her legs
around my waist.

“Fuck me hard!”

I began to slam in and out of her clinging pussy and
she cried out as she came over and over. I was in no
hurry to cum this time and lasted a whole lot longer.
She was exhausted and sweaty when I shot my jizz into
Jane twenty-five minutes later. She was still horny,
though, as she sucked my still hard cock clean.

“Don’t you have to be on set at some point?” I teased
as she pushed me on my back and straddled me.

“I only have a small scene in this episode and I shot
it this morning,” Jane moaned as she began to ride my
cock. I pushed off her blouse and reached back behind
her and unclasped her bra.

I tugged it off and her large tits tumbled out. Her
light brown nipples were standing at attention which I
proceeded to give them. Jane moaned as I kneaded her
tits and twisted her thick nipples. She really had
great muscle control, the way her pussy clamped down
on my cock. Jane rode my cock wildly for at least
twenty minutes, multi-orgasming several times before
sliding up off of my cock. She knelt on a stool,
wiggling her full butt at me.

I got up off the floor and positioned myself behind
Jane, in line perfectly. She spread her butt cheeks.
“I want it in my ass now…” She hissed. “I haven’t
been ass-fucked since the 7Os!”

Jane held her cheeks apart wide, sweaty dripping down
her crack. Her juices coated my cock so when I pressed
the head in her rectum several inches slid in easily.
Jane gasped. I grabbed her hips and began pounding her
sphincter. “Oh, fuck, drill my ass!” She shrieked,
holding on to her dressing room table. Jane came more
frequently and harder, her head thrashing back and
forth.

About another twenty-five minutes later I blasted my
scalding jizz up deep her anus. We fucked a lot more
before I left that day. When I finally did leave, I
had Jane’s number and she told me to call her. As did
Daya of course. Now if I could just get Poppy’s
number…