Maria and the Hollywood Stuntman

The following story is true. Only the identity of the characters and locations have been altered.

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Maria bolted upright in bed, trembling, her hands moist. She sleepily turned and gazed at the blurry digital dial of her alarm clock. She squinted to make out the time. \"God, it\'s only 2:30,\" she muttered.

She sank back down into the softness of her feather bed, seeking temporary comfort. Her life had been turned upside down, leaving her anxious and unfulfilled. A little over two years ago her husband of eight years had been killed in a tragic auto accident. His life insurance had provided her economic security, but his absence had left a hole at the heart of her being. A year and a half after his death she tried Internet dating for six months or so, but couldn\'t open up emotionally. The nice guys were boring and unadventurous, and the macho guys were ego maniacs and misogynists.

The only perplexing encounter was a night out with the girls where she ended up drunk, and possibly drugged, at some guy\'s place in the Hollywood hills. She didn\'t remember his name, but a girl friend recalled that he was a stuntman for the studios. He must of slipped something into her drink, for the night was mostly a blur. She barely recalled a jumble of hazy snap shots depicting lured sex, fleeting images of oral copulation, and brief glimpses of hard physical sex. She was still haunted by fractured memories of eerie high pitched wails echoing off the bedroom walls announcing her gripping orgasms.

She had awakened before dawn and escaped before the unnamed stuntman awoke. She never saw him again, but the libidinous sex had left its mark. It was damned exciting. Sex with her husband had been loving and kind. He was tender and sensitive to her needs. During her marriage it was only through oral sex that she could achieve an orgasm. The night with the mystery stuntman had opened her up; she had her first encounter with raw, hot, physical sex.

The day after the stuntman affair she had suffered a monster hangover. While preparing for a soak in the Jacuzzi, she glimpsed her bruised thighs in the bathroom mirror. He had left several black and blue marks on her thighs, but when she turned around she found two distinct prints where he had dug his fingers into her sensual ass. The nipples on her full breast were sore and her pussy ached.

Maria wasn\'t egotistical, but she was a realist. At thirty four years of age, she had one hell of a body. She stood five foot five, had dark thick hair cut short, olive skin, (a Latina mother), green eyes, (an Irish father), and full breast with large extended nipples. When she was aroused her nipples morphed into miniature pinkies. Her classic bubble butt had driven her deceased husband wild. She missed his tender touch and sensitivity. But the mystery stuntman had unleashed a primal desire for hot physical sex. But this time she wanted to savor it all and not be left with only a jumble of disjointed memories.

Maria was primed and finally ready for a new phase of her life. She needed a fix. So when one of her coworkers at the real estate office suggested a night out with the girls, she accepted. But Maria would be more careful this time around. So she thought.

Nancy, her coworker had been divorced for several years and knew the night life in Hollywood and Santa Monica. She picked a club in Santa Monica known for businessmen, people in the movie industry, and cops. Nancy had had a couple of affairs with married cops. That was definitely not Maria\'s style.

She met Nancy at the night club a little after 7:30. \"My you look sexy,\" Nancy remarked as she turned from the bar to appraise Maria\'s outfit.

\"I hope this isn\'t too bold,\" said Maria, smiling devilishly.

\"It\'s perfect.\" Nancy looked her up and down and then announced emphatically. \"This is going to be a night to remember!\"

\"I hope so.\" Maria sighed as she took a seat at the bar next to Nancy. She had chosen her outfit with a mischievous intent. The skirt was black, the hem fell to mid thigh, hugging her ass like a glove. She wore a pale blue blouse that clung to her full breast. Not desiring unwanted attention, she opted for a gray suede jacket that toned down her exotic appearance. The jacket revealed only a glimpse of her full breast. But her three inch heels accentuated her curvaceous ass and toned legs.

\"Hey, Nancy,\" came a deep voice from down the bar. A tall man with a dark trimmed goatee approached and leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. \"Nancy dear, I haven\'t seen you in months. Where\'ve you been?\"

\"I\'ve been laying low. I needed a respite from the night life. Besides, all that time studying finally paid off. I just passed the real estate exam.\" Nancy was proud of herself. She\'d been a secretary for a couple years, but envied the big pay off for selling high end property. It was now her turn to live the good life.

Nancy turned toward Maria and said, \"Maria, I\'d like you to meet Robert. He works for the studios.\"

Robert swung around and extended his hand. \"It\'s a pleasure. Why don\'t you two join me and my friend over there. We\'ve a booth.\"

\"Are you game?\" Nancy said, raising her brows and smiling broadly at Maria.

\"Sure. That sounds great.\"

Within a half hour the band fired up and couples filled the small dance floor. Nancy and Maria took turns dancing with Robert and his friend Hank. Maria eventually settled in with Hank and Robert monopolized Nancy\'s time.

Maria learned that Hank had worked only about a year for the studios, polishing his still green stuntman skills. His father was one of Hollywood\'s best stuntman and Hank, at twenty-six, had decided to follow in his father\'s footsteps. He\'d picked up many skills from his father, but the biggest thing he inherited was his fearlessness. He\'d try anything, at least once.

Hank was a smooth dancer, moving about the floor gracefully, given he looked like a college line backer. The fast dances were fun, but the slow dances were sensual, their bodies rubbing and bumping to the slow beat of the music. Maria nipples pushed relentlessly against her suffocating bra as she hugged her rugged new friend. His groin pushed against her mid section and hip, stiff and hard, causing her to shiver with erotic anticipation.

During their chats between dances she\'d found out that he had played football at the University of Texas, but had come west to formally learn his father\'s trade.

At midnight Nancy decided to go home with Robert. As she left the club she asked Maria, \"Are you going to be alright?\"

\"I\'m good,\" Maria whispered to her friend. \"Hank\'s promised to get me home safely.\"

Hank had come with a friend so, he asked if he could hitch a ride with Maria. She agreed but thought it better if he drove her car. She had nursed three glasses of wine and felt a bit unsteady.

\"No worries. How about we have a night cap at my place. It\'s not far.\"

Maria was a bit conflicted. She had just met Hank, he was eight years younger, and he exuded a alpha male confidence that was both a bit scary and dangerous. But what sealed the deal, he was a stuntman. Maybe that was an omen. His strong physical appearance and near cocky attitude made her feel weak. He was the kind of guy who knew what he wanted and took what he wanted. She couldn\'t say no. Somewhere in the back of her mind she had a desire to relive, with a clearer awareness, her prior encounter with her mystery stuntman.

Hank rented a one bedroom apartment on Fourth Street, only blocks from the beach. He was an avid surfer, but usually surfed with friends in Malibu. Santa Monica was only a choice of last resort.

There was a chill in the air, so Hank lit the gas fireplace and threw on a couple of logs while Maria was in the bathroom fixing her make up.

\"Maria, come enjoy the warmth of the fire.\" Hank motioned with his head and smiled warmly as she re- entered the room. He was seated across from the fire, bent over the coffee table, rolling a joint.

Maria was drawn to the fire, enjoying both its flickering visual dance and comforting warmth. As she stood before the crackling fire, she watched Hank with fascination as he licked the cigarette paper and rolled a tightly constructed joint. She imagined his tongue doing the same thing to her breasts and clit. The image made her weak kneed. Besides, she hadn\'t smoked marijuana in ten years.

\"Come on over and share a bit of heaven with me.\"

\"In a bit. I\'m cold.\" Maria was mesmerized by Hank\'s little ritual. After rolling and sniffing his creation, he lit the joint and took a deep drag, holding it in his lungs for what seemed an eternity, and then expelled a plume of smoke that lifted toward the ceiling.

\"Come on. Your missing out.\" Hank gently waved the joint , signaling her with a nod of his head to join him.

After warming her body she approached the sofa, took off her suede jacket, and slid down next to Hank. As she collapsed into the softness of the plush material of the over stuffed sofa, her skirt hiked up her legs, exposing most of her upper thighs. The light of the fire cast a soft light on her olive skin, and played on her pale blue blouse, revealing her stiffened nipples. Her breast were full and firm, a smidge bigger than usual. Every month, just before her period, she retained fluids that enlarged her breasts, at least a half size.

Hank looked into her eyes, smiling, challenging her to join him in his euphoric state. She gently took the joint. After staring at it for several seconds, she took a deep inhalation, fighting to keep it down. She succeeded in holding on to the smoke for about three seconds, and then coughed up the irritating smoke. Hank sprung from the couch and returned a few moments later with a pint of rum.

\"Here, take a swig. It will soothe your throat.\" Hank pushed the bottle toward her authoritatively.

Maria reflexively grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The fluid coated her throat and provided instant relief. It was definitely the drug of choice. Between the joint, warmth of the fire, the rum, and the closeness of the twenty-six-year old surfer with the body of a championship athlete, she was on fire. She could feel fluids pooling in her vagina. If Hank could read her mind, he would rip off her clothes.

He offered her another hit, but this time she held it with both hands, trying desperately to steady her trembling hands. She inhaled, more carefully this time, allowing the smoke to linger in her lungs. She handed the joint back and laid her head back, gazing at the ceiling.

Hank moved closer, put his arms around her shoulders, and gently kissed her cheek and neck before planting a deep kiss on her full lips. The preliminary foreplay soon morphed into serious petting, lips and tongues engaged in a fiery dance of erotic pleasure. His lips were soft, his tongue playful, eliciting new and intense emotions from Maria\'s sex starved body.

His hands slowly explored her body and soon found the satin skin of her thighs and the full softness of her bloused covered breast. He played with her nipples that stubbornly pushed through her bra and blouse, causing her to moan incessantly.

Maria, embolden by the pot and booze, dropped her right hand to his lap, and stroked his Levis covered penis. She caught her breath, then moaned, as she traced the outline of its hardness. Her small hand moved up and down his leg, causing his cock to lurch and strain against his jeans.

As she stroked his still hidden cock, he slowly removed her blouse and bra. She bent forward as he released her full breasts. \"Fuck, you\'ve incredible boobs,\" he growled. Lately he\'d dated women with small breasts, girlish surfer types, or those who had their tits surgically enhanced. This was the real deal. His mouth pooled with saliva just by looking at their magnificence.

These were undoubtedly the greatest tits he\'d ever seen. He was mesmerized, drinking in their visual beauty before taking them into his hands, first lifting them to feel their weight, and then tweaking the already hard nipples. The more he played with her nipples, the bigger they got. He dropped his head and gently kissed them, swirling his moist tongue around their stiffness. They were like the dainty pinkies of a baby. But the tenderness of the initial kissing soon escalated into voracious sucking, moving Maria to increase her stroking of his cock.

\"Oh, fuck,\" he cried out with increasing frustration. \"I\'m going to rip my jeans,\" he moaned.

\"Here, let me help you,\" Marie blurted, shocked by her eagerness to see his hidden treasure. She was not disappointed. After helping him with the buttons, he awkwardly stepped out of his jeans and removed his shorts, revealing the biggest cock she\'d ever seen. Her husband and a couple of her college boy friends were significantly smaller, and she had only a vague recollection of the size of the mystery stuntman. She had limited sexual experience and had visited only a few porn sites on the Internet. But Hank had them all beat.

Hank collapsed back onto the couch, took Maria in his arms and explored her mouth with his tongue, licking and sucking her tongue into the recesses of his mouth. Maria again resumed stroking his cock, straining to encircle its girth. The more she stroked his hardness, the bigger it got. When Hank moved his mouth back to her heaving breasts, she got a better look at the monster. He had two prominent blood vessels running its length, engorging it with blood.

Hank reluctantly let go of her tits, slid back and gently pushed Maria down on the sofa causing her skirt to bunch up around her hips. He grabbed her panties and slid them off her hips and down her legs. He left her skirt on, pushing it up and out of the way before he lowered his head. He began kissing her lower legs, moving slowly up her full but well toned thighs, before finding his target. He was gentle at first, teasing her by licking and sucking around her pussy. After long moments of teasing foreplay, he plunged his mouth into her cunt, swirling his tongue around the opening, and then licking and sucking on her clitoris.

The oral attention sent sparks of pure erotic pleasure through her pussy, clitoris, and ending somewhere deep in her belly. Her breathing became labored, broken by periodic sensual moans. Her pussy gushed with vaginal fluids, mixing with his wet kisses, causing a torrential stream of liquid passion.

She knew that if he didn\'t stop his tonguing, she would explode. The mounting tension was almost unbearable. Just seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, he stopped and positioned himself above her. She looked up into his blue eyes and blond hair feeling as if she had gone to heaven. He was undoubtedly the hottest looking male she had ever been with. His facial feature were classic all-American hero; his body looked as if it had been chiseled from granite. He had broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and thick arms; all of this was complemented by flat abs. His legs were thickly muscled. His cock was from a porno set. She nearly fainted.

He gently rocked forward, sliding his blood engorged cock across her labia and clit. He did this again and again until vaginal fluids leaked down her satin smooth thighs. Only then did he introduce the tip of his cock to her pulsating pussy. It seemed to take an eternity, but he slowly settle his weight on her pushing ever inch of his meat deep into her throbbing cunt. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, disappearing behind her eye lids, as she let out a guttural moan. Within minutes the moans were replaced by howls of unbridled lust.

As she adjusted to his manhood, she threw her legs around his back, pulled his head down to her lips. Her lips and tongue bathed his mouth with deep French kissing. She suddenly slipped her mouth from his and blurted, \"Fuck, I\'m going to cum.\"

He increased his tempo, ramming his thick member as deep as it would go. She clawed his back, clamped down on her legs, holding on for dear life. \"I\'m cuming ... oh, God damn it ...\"

The walls echoed her cries of passion. Then it happened. Nerves raw with passion fired off jolts of pleasure causing her to launch into a countless series of spasms. Time had nearly stopped, but her spasms continued, leaving her shaking for long lust saturated moments. She had only read about such mind boggling sex. Now she had finally experienced it.

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This was the first night of many more. They saw each other regularly until a fateful evening out on the town. She and Hank met Hank\'s father at the Sportsman on Wilshire Blvd. in Santa Monica for dinner. His dad, Brad, was an older but bigger version of Hank. He had thick blond hair, graying at the temples, a goatee more gray than blond, and piercing blue eyes. It was evident that Hank idolized his dad.

The evening got off to a great start with dinner and drinks. Later Hank suggested they move on to a club in West Hollywood where they could dance, play pool, and blow off steam. Father and son took turns dancing with Maria, who delighted in all the attention.

Hank excused himself to play pool in the backroom. An hour transpired before Brad and Maria checked up on him. They found him in the backroom, drinking hardy and digging in for a serious game of pool. Maria and Brad found out that there was money wagered so, they left him to his vices and returned to the dance floor for some healthy fun.

Another hour past before they heard a ruckus coming from the backroom. Brad check it out. He found Hank and another guy throwing punches, knocking over tables, and sending pitchers of beer crashing to the floor. A bouncer quickly appeared and threw both brawlers out of the club. Brad informed Maria about the event and they left the club to retrieve Hank. Outside Hank was arguing with the bouncer, threatening to return to the club. He was now staggering about and slurring his speech. Brad stepped in and convinced his son to get in his car. The three left together, went back to the Sportsman, picked up Hank\'s car, and Maria drove it back to the apartment. Father and son followed her to the apartment.

Brad and Maria shouldered Hank into the apartment and carried him to bed. He passed out when his head hit the pillow. Brad made coffee and the two of them got more acquainted. Brad revealed that Hank drank too much. He called it self medication. Hank had some deep seated issues relating to his mother\'s death. Hank\'s father and Maria talked for a couple hours before he drove her back to her home in the Hollywood Hills.

Maria invited Brad in. She wanted to know more about Hank\'s past. His drunkenness and public brawling unnerved her. He told her that Hank lost his mother while in high school. He was only fifteen. He called it a night and agreed to check on her later.

Maria got a call the next day. Hank needed to see her. He seemed contrite on the phone. She agreed to meet him at his place around seven.

He greeted her with a warm smile and quickly apologized for his rude behavior. He immediately opened a bottle of wine and lit a joint. \"Let\'s smoke the peace pipe.\"

Maria recoiled from his overture, sensing he was in denial. But he was insistent and forced the booze and dope on her. Once loaded she mellowed, but sensed she was being used.

The evening ended with Hank accusing her of being flirtatious, specially with his father, and failing to back him up when attacked. An argument ensued, tempers flared, and she tried to leave. He intercepted her move, picked her up and threw her down on the sofa. Dazed and confused, she acquiesced, and allow him to strip her naked and engage in rough, unwanted sex. He wouldn\'t be denied as he used his weight and strength to subdue and overwhelm her. When he got off he went to the bedroom, leaving Maria physically bruised and emotionally battered.

******

The next day Brad called to check up on Maria. She told him what happened the previous night. They agreed to meet that night at Maria\'s place in the Hollywood Hills. Maria put in six hours at the reality office before coming home for a Jacuzzi. She felt dirty, abused, and abandoned. She needed a mature and sympathetic ear.

Brad showed up around 7:30, his rain coat wet from the recent downpour. She took his coat and led him to the living room where logs burned brightly in the fireplace, giving the room a soft warm glow. Thunder could be heard and lightning lit up the night sky. They both stood by the picture window and enjoyed the rare Southern California storm.

They settle in for a long conversation, Brad revealing more about Hank\'s past, the tragic loss of his mother while he was only fifteen, and the challenge of bringing him up as a single parent.

About an hour into their intimate talk, Brad brought out a joint. \"Do you mind if we smoke? This is emotionally trying.\"

\"Sure. I understand. Would you like some wine?\" Maria also felt distraught at hearing about their tragic loss and needed some relief.

He agreed and they sat back and smoked and drank, occasionally commenting on the thunder and lightning. After several hits from the joint Brad said, \"Do you want to see a vivid portrait of what we\'ve been discussing?\"

\"Of Course. Anything to lighten the tension and heavy memories.\" Maria smiled warmly.

Brad stood, took off his blue work shirt, revealing a middle aged man with massive shoulders, heavily muscled arms, and a broad chest. But it wasn\'t just the sight of his physical brawn that caught her attention. On each shoulder was a large tattoo, on his left the tattoo of a young woman with babe in arms, and on his right shoulder a smoldering seductress.

\"Maria, the woman represented on my left shoulder, is Hank\'s mother. The very same Maria, depicted on my right shoulder, is my loving wife.\" Brad sat back down, throwing his shirt to the side. \"We both suffered from the loss of this incredible woman.\"

Maria moved closer to the visibly shaken man and placed her arms around him. He lowered himself and laid his head on her shoulder. They sat in silence, allowing their shared emotions to simmer and mingle. Maria was introduced to his Maria.

\"I\'m going to put another log on the fire,\" said Maria. \"Can I get you something?\"

\"I could use another glass of cabernet.\" Brad reached for his discarded work shirt, and retrieved another joint.

After tending to the fire, Maria returned with the wine and sank down on the sofa. She tugged at her short skirt, but only managed to pull it down to mid thigh. She was dressed in a navy blue skirt, high heeled sandals, and a loose fitting sweater that did little to hide her voluptuous breasts. Brad took another hit and handed the joint to Maria. She slowly inhaled the smoke, holding it for several moments, before exhaling. She was getting the hang of it.

Maria felt a warm glow take hold of her as timed slowed. She looked at Hank\'s father, his bare chest, shoulders, and arms were a turn on. His face was lined, leathery, projecting a seasoned maturity. His son was handsome, but immature and egotistical. Brad seemed compassionate, a loyal father and family man. He obviously had loved his deceased wife.

\"Maria,\" Brad asked, \"How did you handle the loss of your husband? Didn\'t you say it\'s been a little over two years.\"

\"The first year was unbearable. Sleepless nights and crying bouts. My doctor prescribed tranquilizers. I also tried psychotherapy. It helped some. But a bit later I reluctantly tried Internet dating. I wasn\'t ready.\" Maria sighed and took another sip of wine. She scooted down into the softness of the sofa, exposing more of her silky smooth thighs. She didn\'t seem to notice; she was too mellow to care. The pot and wine had her slightly anesthetized. \"I was beginning to believe Hank was good for me. I opened myself up only to be hurt once again. I trusted him. But he stabbed me in the heart.\"

Brad cradled her, gently encircling her in his arms. He held her for long moments, letting go of his right arm to gently caress her cheek, wiping away a tear.

Maria looked up, her eyes moist, and said, \"Thanks for being so understanding.\"

Brad smiled. He leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. He continued tenderly kissing her cheek before moving to her moist lips.

\"We shouldn\'t do this,\" said Maria. Her voice was barely audible.

Brad gazed into her eyes and then kissed her again. At first he tenderly kissed her full lips. Maria\'s lips parted slightly to protest, but Brad took the opening to gently explore her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but soon gave into his gentle but highly erotic kissing.

Suddenly Maria pushed him back. \"We can\'t do this!\"

\"Why not,\" Brad protested. \"Hank\'s hurt you. I think I can make you feel better. I owe it to you.\"

Brad pulled her close to him again, turning her slightly on her side, further pushing her short skirt up around her hips. He kissed her again, but this time his mouth and tongue were more insistent. Within moments they were locked in an erotic embrace. Brad had worked his right hand up her outer thigh and eventually grabbed her fleshy ass, strongly kneading it. His tongue swirled sensually in her mouth bringing moans from Maria.

Maria felt comforted by his strong arms and considerate nature. She needed a strong man who understood her loneliness and pain.

Brad slid his right hand to her chest, gently fondling her breast. He found a nipple and toyed with it, causing it to push hard against her bra and sweater. Eventually his large hand tried to engulf her breast, but to no avail. She was far too big for that. He had big hands, but not that big.

Brad pulled back, reached out for both sides of Maria\'s sweater and steadily pulled it over her shoulders and head. Maria was too weak to protest. Besides, she wasn\'t sure she wanted him to stop. She had entered a dream like state and felt nurtured and comforted. Maybe Brad could make the pain go away.

Moments later he swiftly unhooked her bra, releasing her lust swollen breasts. Her nipples stood at attention, waiting to be fondled and sucked.

\"Fucking incredible,\" Brad said. \"You are incredibly beautiful. I\'ve never seen anything to match you.\" He stroked and fondled her tits, lifted and caressed them. The more he touched her, the bigger her nipples became. He lowered his head and licked and sucked them until Maria\'s skin glowed red.

Maria gently dropped her hand to Brad\'s lap, finding a huge lump of hidden flesh stretching his jeans to the limit. She moaned, both from what he was doing to her breasts and what she had discovered in his lap.

Suddenly Brad stopped, stood and slid down his jeans and removed his shorts. When he turned around and settled back down on the sofa, Maria gasped. His cock was huge, easily dwarfing his son\'s. It was heavily veined, thick, and hard. His balls hung low, a huge sack containing enormous balls. He looked like a prize stud, a stallion for hire.

He pulled her close once again and kissed her deeply. Saliva pooled in her mouth and vaginal fluids began leaking down her thighs. She felt both comforted and erotic. She reached for his cock, her small hand dwarfed by its thickness. At first she tentatively stroked the huge phallus, but soon began to pump it, bring lusty sounds from somewhere deep in his chest.

Soon the room was filled with animal sounds, moaning, sucking, and slapping sounds of mounting sexual play. Brad lowered Maria down on the sofa, pushed her skirt up around her hips, and literally ripped her bikini bottoms from her quivering ass. Brad explored her vaginal area, licking, sucking, swirling his moist tongue around her clit. He moved a hand up to her cunt, gently inserting just one finger, but it was soon followed by a second and a third. He plunged his fingers deeper, curling them, searching for her \'G\' spot. He found something, because Maria let loose a guttural moan than soon morphed into high pitched shrieks. She threw her legs up trying to capture his back, but he was too broad.

Her legs began to spasm, her hips lurched up, threatening to dislodge his fingers, when the first orgasm hit. It built up to a heart pounding level before leveling off, only to be followed by yet a bigger series of erotic spasms. Vaginal fluid flowed down her silky thighs, covering Brad\'s hands and fingers. Brad knew she was now ready for his monster.

Brad sat upright, his member towering above his lap, ready to impale his new lover. \"Maria,\" he commanded. \"I want you to sit on my lap. I want you to feel the heat of my desire. I\'m going to FUCK YOU.\" The way he said \"fuck you\" sent shivers through his son\'s lover.

Maria stood, legs trembling, staring at his manhood. She was both frightened and sexually mesmerized. He was magnificent. She straddled the strapping stud, slowly lowering herself onto his lap. Her eyes never left his as the head of his cock found her labia and nudged her clit. She hovered for long lust packed moments before she lowered herself, just an inch or so at first. It must of taken two minutes before she settled down onto his lap. If she weren\'t so drenched with fluids, she wouldn\'t have been able to take him.

Brad simultaneously grabbed her ass and buried his head in her swollen breasts. After warming to his immense size, she placed her knees on either side of Brad\'s hips and held on to his shoulders as she thrust down on his expanding cock. She lowered her head and kissed him, voraciously sucking his tongue into her mouth. As she picked up her pounding beat, kissing became impossible. Soon the new lovers were both lost in orgasmic heaven. Maria came multiple times before Brad shot volley after volley of hot semen deep into her womb.

The new lovers fell asleep, Maria resting her head on Brad\'s left shoulder. When Maria awoke, the fire had nearly burned out and Brad was snoring ever so softly. After sitting up, she took a sip of wine to moisten her dry mouth. Brad was definitely asleep, but his cock was still alive, perhaps at half mast. She marveled at its size, even in its flaccid state. Curiosity got the better of her, so she leaned over it for a closer look. Impulsively she caressed its bulbous head, stirring it to action. In less than a minute it was at full staff, pulsating, ready for action. She leaned closer and replaced her hand with her mouth, gently licking at first, but escalating her oral attention until she was sucking and licking as much of his cock as she could accommodate.

Suddenly she felt a hand caress her right breast, arousing her nipple. Moments later she felt Brad\'s hands gently guiding her head, encouraging her oral exploration. Maria\'s tongue bathed the monster for long lust filled moments, eliciting mounting moans from her former boy friend\'s father.

\"I\'m going to explode,\" Brad moaned. \"Fuck,\" he shouted, as he launched a wad of hot semen into Maria\'s receptive mouth.

Shocked, she jerk her head back just in time because the second eruption shot nearly six feet across the room. A third and fourth volley landed nearby. \"Fuck! Don\'t stop ... don\'t stop,\" he growled.

Maria stroked him until he was finished, but not before two more streams of semen shot onto the floor. Maria drop her head into his lap and once again took his cock into her mouth, licking the head clean. Exhausted, she collapsed back against his chess savoring the moment. Time froze as they drifted off into a welcomed sleep. She had not healed from her recent trauma, but nevertheless felt sexually fulfilled. Brad had replaced his son as Maria\'s new lover.

                             

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