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Her mind was immediately carried back to that summer's day, more than 16
years ago, when she had to call for a repairman to fix her air conditioning.
She was 18, and her husband was already 35 and pudgy. She had been a virgin
when they married, and although Don was the only man she had slept with, she
knew instinctively that something was missing. The repairman, dressed in shorts
and a tight T-shirt on a hot day, was athletically built, handsome, and had a
big bulge in his shorts that she couldn't help noticing.
She hovered over him while he worked, took every opportunity to graze
against his tight athlete's body when she could seem to be doing it casually or
accidentally. When he was finished with his work, she offered him a cold drink.
The repairman, who made much more money in tips from frustrated housewives than
he got from the air conditioning company, knew almost from the moment he walked
into the house that he would be fucking her. As she put down the tray, instead
of picking up a glass he put his arms around her and gave her a passionate kiss.
The nearness of his strong body, his manly smell, and his tongue pushing firmly
into her hot mouth nearly drove Vicki insane. But when she felt his hand
pressed against her vagina, it brought her back to reality and she pushed him
away.
"No," she said, "I'm a newlywed and I love my husband. I'm sorry, I lost
my head, but you must leave."
The repairman knew how thin was the resistance she was putting up.
"I think you really want me," he said. "Look, I won't touch you. Just
look at me up close for a few minutes, and if you can still ask me to leave,
I'll walk out without another word."
"All right," she said, wanting him to stay but determined to be firm.
He made her sit down, and standing immediately in front of her, he
removed his short pants. He had on underneath a pair of jockey shorts, several
sizes too large so that the pouch would accommodate him. She could see that he
was much larger than her husband. But as he slowly lowered the white cotton
band of his underwear, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her husband's excuse
for a hard-on was the thickness of her thumb. The repairman's semi-hard penis
was as thick as her wrist. And as he slowly pulled the undershorts down, she
kept expecting the shaft to end, but it went on and on. Finally, he got to the
head. It was enormous. Then she noticed his testicles. Her husband's balls
were smaller than marbles and contained in a tiny, smooth sac. The repairman's
testicles were the size of golf balls, and hung low in a marvelously fuzzy sac.
The musky, manly odor of his sweaty crotch was almost overpowering, and she was
overwhelmed by the sight of his manhood.
"Should I leave?" he said, finally.
Vicki's heart almost broke. She knew it was sinful to God and a betrayal
of the husband she loved. But she had no control of herself. Electricity was
racing from her cunt to every extremity of her body. For the first time in her
life she felt the full force of what it was for a woman to need a man.
"No, stay," she said, though the words were barely audible. "I need
you."
"You need me for what?" he said, determined to make his dominance of her
completely clear.
"I need your penis," she said. "I need you to fuck me."
And as she said these words, she shyly reached out and put her palm
around the shaft of his cock. She could barely get her fingers around it. She
stroked it gently up and down. In less than a minute it had hardened and grown
to its proud, full extent. It was, as she discovered later that day when she
used a tape measure, exactly eleven inches from base to tip. Her thumb and
fingertips, which had been barely touching when she first wrapped her hand
around his dick, were now separated by an inch.
She began to move her mouth toward his crotch, but he pulled away.
"Beg," he said, "if you want a taste of my meat."
"Oh, God," she said, "I am begging. I'm pleading. I need you. I need
your cock."
He smirked. "What's wrong with your husband's cock?"
She blushed. Did he have to humiliate her? "Please," she begged, "don't
make me say that."
"If you want my meat, say it," he insisted. "Isn't your husband man
enough for you?"
She gave in. "No," she moaned, tears falling from her beautiful eyes.
"I need a real man. I need you."
"Then you'll have to earn it," he said, turning around and bending over
slightly so that his butt was only inches from her face. "First, clean out my
asshole with your tongue."
She looked with fascination at his hairy butt, and the deep, dark crevice
bridged with a forest of tiny hairs. A strong smell of shit, sweat, and manhood
arose from the place where he wanted her to put her wet tongue.
"I can't do that," she pleaded. "I've never done anything like that."
"Well, you better start doing it, and right now, or I'm out of here."
She had no choice. She leaned forward and pressed her pretty face into
the crack that separated his ass buns. The smell was overpowering, and it took
all her will power to bring her pink little tongue out of her mouth, and press
it into the crack.
"Come on," he said, "give me a good, wet tongue-wash."
She moistened her tongue and began to move it up and down along his ass
crack. The bitter tasting grease around his asshole coated her tongue, but it
wasn't nearly as unpleasant as she feared it would be. It was surprisingly
exciting to be rubbing her tongue up and down his crack, feeling the rubbery
surface and the tight crinkles leading into his anus.
"Push it in," he said. "Deep!"
She thought she would die, but she did as he said. She put the tip of
her tongue against the tiny opening of his asshole, and pushed into the
tightness, slowly, until her tongue was in all the way. She felt the tight
warmth of his rectal walls. He moaned with satisfaction as her tongue caressed
his prostate. She had a moment's revulsion when, as she pushed her tongue in to
the limit, she felt it graze against a turd. But he demanded that she wiggle
her tongue around, and she couldn't avoid playing turd hockey, until he finally
pulled away.
Vicki did not want to admit to herself that she had enjoyed the
compulsory asslicking, but the electricity radiating from her crotch was
stronger than ever. She needed his penis so urgently!
"Now take it nice and slowly," he cautioned, guiding her face forward
with his hands.
She pressed forward, and touched his shaft with her tongue. Then slowly,
she began licking his cock, like a huge lollypop, from base to tip and back.
She moistened every bit of the surface of his hard erection. Then she moved
down to his big testicles, worshiping the very source of his potent manhood, and
enjoying the bristly sensation from the fuzz coating his man-sac.
Then she went back to laving the staff with her tongue, and finally she
moved up to the head and put her lips around it. She was able to get the
enormous head and a few additional inches into her mouth. When she felt the
head against the back of her throat, it set her off and her vagina exploded in
orgasm. In the excitement of the moment she pulled him to her and pressed her
mouth down as far as it could go around his cock. Still, more than half of it
remained exposed, and she used her hands to stroke those inches.
Gently placing his hands against her pretty jaw and cheeks, he guided her
face back and forth on his huge shaft. She kept the movement going, and figured
out how to use her tongue against the underside to give him more sensation.
Finally, she felt him get even harder than before, and then his might weapon
started bucking wildly. She struggled to keep it in her mouth and was rewarded
with a bullet of sperm spitting into the back of her throat, followed by
another, and another, and another. She wasn't expecting so much cum joice; her
husband had never produced more than a few drops. The thrill of the searing
sperm hitting the back of her throat touched off another orgasm in her, stronger
than the first. But she was more aroused than ever.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she pleaded. "If you want me to beg for that, I'll
beg. If you want me on my knees, I'll do that too. I need your huge cock in my
cunt. I need you to stuff me. I need a real man. My husband can't give me
what I need, because he's got a little boy's cock. You've got a man's
equipment, and I'm begging you to give it to me."
"Well, if you want me to fuck you, little lady, it's going to take more
than begging. You have to understand, I've got a family to support, and I don't
make enough to keep them as they want to be kept on just air conditioning
repairs. This manly equipment you're admiring is my stock in trade, and I can't
give it away."
It took a moment for Vicki to fully comprehend what he was saying. Here
she was, generally acknowledged to be the most beautiful girl in the county.
She had betrayed her religious convictions and her husband by succumbing to the
temptation of this ruffian's sexual attraction. She had put her pretty tongue
deep into his asshole and tasted his shit. And now, he was saying, if she
wanted him to lead her into sin, she was going to have to pay him for it. Could
he possibly imagine that she would sink so low? Could he think his big penis
was so irresistible? Yes, he could. She needed that big penis, no matter what
demands he made.
Trembling, and again with tears streaming from her eyes, she said, "How
much do I have to pay you for fucking me?"
"Well, I'm glad to see you are being reasonable," he said. "And I'll be
reasonable in return. I'll spend the rest of the day here until it's time for
hubby with the little-boy dick to come home, and I'll fuck you to kingdom come,
for an especially low rate. Let's say an even thousand dollars."
Vicki's jaw dropped, leaving her mouth almost as wide open as when his
hard dick had been jammed into it. A thousand dollars! Don, who trusted her
completely, had put all of his money into her name, and there was a bank account
with some cash in it. But at that time he was putting most of his earnings back
into his business, and they had only saved a little over two thousand for a
rainy day. Could she take almost half of their hard-earned savings and pay it
to a stranger for the service of fucking her?
The repairman was watching her, smiling at the horrified look on her face
when he had mentioned the amount he was demanding. He was slowly, idly,
stroking his cock, which was beginning to harden up again. At the sight of that
giant, Vicki gave in.
"All right," she said sadly, and went to the desk to write a check.
"Just make it out to cash, for an even thousand."
She handed him the check, and he saw that there were two tears that had
fallen on it. He smiled, folded the check, put the check in his wallet, and
turned to her. He took her again in her arms, and gave her another deep,
passionate kiss. As she tasted his mouth and felt her tongue penetrating hers,
she forgot all the humiliation. She was on fire again.
The repairman picked her up and carried her up the stairs and into the
main bedroom. He quickly had her clothes removed and admired her perfect body.
Then he removed the only clothes he was still wearing--his t-shirt and his shoes
and socks--and lay down beside her. Yes, she thought, he lay down beside her,
naked, on her husband's bed!
He kissed her again, and while they kissed they felt each other's bodies
with their hands. Then he kissed and licked every part of her beautiful face,
and thanked the stars for endowing him with the equipment that would make
beautiful women need him so much. He licked her ears, giving her a sensation
she had never known, and moved down to her pretty neck and then her shoulders.
He spent plenty of time licking her armpits, and she was amazed that he knew so
many parts of her body that could feed the electric generator in her crotch that
had been exciting her ever since he had entered the house.
Then he moved onto her breasts. Her husband had never excited her by
licking her face, her ears, or her armpits. He had, of course, spent plenty of
time stroking and kissing her breasts. But never like the repairman was doing.
He knew just how to tweak and nibble on her nipples to build her excitement, and
while he had her left nipple in his mouth and her right nipple in his fingers,
she had her third orgasm of the morning. That was three more than her husband
had ever given her, and the repairman still hadn't started working on her pussy.
But now his mouth was moving down her torso. His tongue teased her navel
and moved on, until his chin grazed against the upper edge of her lush pubic
triangle. He then made a feast of her bush, burying his face and fingers in the
luxurious growth of jet black curls. Her vagina was soaking with woman-juice,
which coated his cheeks as he played with her thick pubes.
"Don't ever touch a hair of this fur," he said. "It's one of the most
beautiful cunts I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen thousands of them."
"I thought men liked them shaved, or trimmed," she said.
"Not real men," he said. "Gay boys, and guys who think they are hot shit
but are actually scared of a real woman. I've never known a stud who is capable
of servicing a woman who could stomach anything other than a natural fleece on a
cunt."
He went on licking her, penetrating her vulva with his tongue and
swallowing the plentiful juices that had been flowing since their first kiss.
"You taste delicious," he said, and then inserted two fingers and began
working on her g-spot, while his tongue went to work on her clit. He was even
more masterful at licking her vagina than at taking care of her breasts, and in
half an hour of work, he brought her to three more orgasms.
After the third, he moved back up the bed, lay on top of her, and put his
face right in front of hers. She could feel his enormous hardness, pressed
against her belly. She wanted him inside her.
"Fuck me, now!" she cried.
"First, clean my face with your tongue."
His face was smeared with her own cum juice. She gladly licked off every
bit of it, and wondered at the strong, bitter-salt taste of her own womanhood.
"Now, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned.
He looked down at her. She was incredibly beautiful. He hadn't been
boasting when he said he had fucked thousands of women. And there had been
plenty of real beauties, including movie stars, starlets, and internationally
known supermodels. But this 18-year old had a face and a body that would match
any of them. And she was so innocent. And she was so completely under the
thrall of his potency. That was as much of a turn on for him as the sex itself.
Thinking these thoughts made his penis as hard as it had ever been, and
he placed it against Vicki's hair-covered pussy lips. He moved his hips forward
and her soft black jungle separated for his mighty oak. On the first thrust, he
went in about five inches. Vicki let out a yelp of pleasure. He had already
penetrated to a depth where she was a virgin, and his thickness was spreading
the walls of her vagina, exposing nerve endings she never knew she had. She had
another orgasm.
He held still while her vaginal muscles clutched again and again against
the upper part of his penis. When her orgasm subsided he withdrew a couple of
inches and then thrust again, and again, and again, until she felt that all of
that gigantic manhood was inside her. She was in ecstasy. She came yet again,
the hardest she had ever come in her life.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard. I can't believe what a man you are."
And so she moaned, continuously, sometimes not even coherently, as he
began to move his giant hardness in and out, slowly at first but in a gradually
accelerating rhythm. Again and again she came, until she lost count of the
number of times. After a while, they shifted positions, as they lay on their
sides and he entered her vagina from behind. They did it in increasingly
inventive positions, and then he put her on all fours and entered her from
behind, doggy style.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," she moaned, "I didn't think you could go deeper, but
you are."
The sensations in this position were the most sensuous of all to him.
And the sight of her beautiful, tight ass, her lovely back, her beautiful black
hair, her perfect breasts hanging down, and, above all, his own tremendous penis
penetrating that lush, black, pubic forest, were too much for him. They had
been fucking for an hour, and now his climax was on him. Even harder than when
it was in her mouth, she felt that enormous bar of steel bucking and pitching
with tremendous violence. Then, moments later, she felt the scalding bullets of
sperm as they smashed against the bottom of her vagina with immense power. This
set her off on yet another orgasm, more fierce than she could have imagined.
Then they were spent, and they fell forward on the bed.
Even as it softened, she could still feel his penis huge in her vagina.
When it finally popped out, she could feel the large quantity of his sperm juice
coming out with it. There must have been tablespoonfuls.
"Oh, God," she said. "Your sperm is all over my husband's side of the
bed."
"Good," the repairman said. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Vicki began to feel shame again. How could she listen to someone talking
about her beloved husband that way? But she was so sexually aroused, she
couldn't keep her mind on that. She marveled at how the repairman could come so
hard, so soon after he had come in her mouth. She thought of her husband and
realized it was a rare week in which Don could come twice.
"Oh, I wish we could go on doing this all day," she said.
"And why can't we?" he replied.
"Well, surely after all that, you aren't going to be able to get hard for
days."
He laughed. "Don't think everyone's like your fancy-ass husband. Today,
you're being fucked by a man."
And he took her hand and brought it down to his crotch. To her
amazement, although it was less than ten minutes after that incredible orgasm,
he was erect again, as hard as ever. Then he saw a look in her eyes that he had
seen in thousands of woman's eyes, and that he would never tire of. The look of
complete adoration. And he earned that look. They fucked again, and again, and
again, through the afternoon. As best she could remember 16 years later, the
repairman had six more orgasms. She had already lost count of her own, but she
was pretty sure that throughout the day, she must have had a hundred.
He left ten minutes before her husband arrived home from work. He was
pretty sure he had found a regular customer for his services. But Vicki had
prayed that night, and resolved that she would never cheat again on her husband.
The repairman called a few days later, and the mere sound of his voice on the
phone sent tremors through her vagina and out to every part of her body. She
wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. But she held
firm, and refused to see him again.
It was the next year that she had her twins, Connie and Stevie. She had
never let herself think consciously that their birthday was only a few days more
than exactly nine months after that day with the repairman. She simply could
not and had never allowed herself to entertain the thought that anyone but her
beloved Don could have planted the seed of her wonderful twins inside her. But
now, fifteen years after their birth, as she looked at her son's manhood, she
realized that the repairman had to be his father. And she had never even known
his name!
