It was 3:00 in the afternoon and Vicki Fallbright had been out at the pool in her back yard for a couple of hours, sipping iced coffee, swimming a bit, reading the kind of sexy novel she liked, and catching a little sun. After a couple of hours the iced coffee had caught up with her, and she got up to go into the house and relieve her bladder.

The back yard in Vicki's house was quite secluded, so she had been able to wear her very briefest bikini. Vicki was a modest, churchgoing woman, and she would never have worn such a thing where anyone could see her. But if there had been anyone to see her as she strolled back to the house in her bare feet, he would have been impressed, no matter who he was. In a word, Vicki was a babe.

Yes, she was 34 years old and the mother of 15-year-old twins. But her figure was as firm and her skin as soft and smooth as Connie's, her daughter. Indeed, just the previous week, Vicki had been asked to show ID when she ordered wine at a restaurant upstate. She was not only youthful looking, she was beautiful. Her gleaming, jet black page-boy haircut framed a face that was cute, pretty, classical, and dignified, all at once. Her exotic, almond-shaped eyes were dark, and her cheeks were so soft and smooth, you could not look at them without wanting to stroke and nuzzle them.

Her figure was perfect, too. Her tits were only a little larger than average, but they were beautifully round, with perfect nipples, pink and jutting out in perfect tiny cylinders. If she took her bikini top off, her breasts wouldn't sag a fraction of an inch. Even when she lay on her back, they were almost as large as when they hung down from her chest when she was on all fours.

She had a tiny waist, a perfectly flat tummy, and from there south it was perfect heaven! Her legs were long, soft, and slim. At their top, her bikini defined the cutest, most perfectly rounded little ass cheeks in the world. In front, her generous endowment of rich, black, pubic fleece overflowed at the top and to the sides of the bikini triangle. She was a woman of good sense and would never have dreamed of shaving or trimming her heavenly pubic delta...

She figured that for all practical purposes she had the house to herself, so she didn't bother putting on her robe. Her husband, Don, had left that morning on a business trip. He'd be at a convention for the next five days. Don, at 50, was considerably older than Vicki. She loved him profoundly, for his intelligence, his hard work that had made the family well off, his gentleness as a father, and his tenderness and complete dedication to her. She knew that the one thing missing in their marriage was a successful sexual relationship. She told herself that she just wasn't sexually responsive, though deep down she knew that it wasn't really true. She had hardly seen any other men nude, but she figured Don's sub-four-inch penis must be below average. When it was as hard as it got--which wasn't very hard, and wasn't very often--it was hardly larger than her thumb.

Though she had sometimes been tempted by the sexual attractions of other men, she had succumbed only once. That had been only a few months after her marriage, when she was only 18, and she had almost put it out of her memory. After that, she had pulled herself together. She had been brought up to be a virtuous woman, she loved her husband, and she would stay faithful. Since that one lapse, she had kept her vow. Her husband had never given her an orgasm, but she had learned to do it herself with her fingers. Now she figured she'd go upstairs and urinate, wash her hands and face, and spend the rest of the afternoon in a self-induced sexual rhapsody.

Vicki's daughter Connie had gone on a camping trip with a couple of her friends and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Her son Stevie was home, but he had been out all night and hadn't gotten home until 11:00 that morning. He had eaten some eggs and bacon and then gone straight up to bed. He wouldn't be up for another couple of hours at least.

Vicki wondered what her son did when he stayed out so late, as he had done the night before. This wasn't by any means the first time since summer vacation started that he had been out all night. She was almost afraid to ask him where he had been, and if she did, he gave her evasive answers. She had heard he had become quite a lady's man. Vicki's younger sister Bonnie, not quite the knockout Vicki was but still a beautiful woman at 28, said that the word around town about Vicki and Stevie was that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest stud in the state. Vicki didn't like hearing talk like that, though she was used to it from Bonnie, who led a much racier life than she did. But she wondered whether Bonnie was right this time. Could Stevie, her baby, really be sleeping with girls? Was that what he was doing when he was out all these nights?

Vicki entered the house and walked up the carpeted stairs, making no sound in her bare feet. As she expected, Stevie's bedroom door was closed. But as she entered the bathroom down the hall, she had a surprise. Stevie wasn't asleep at all, he was standing in the shower, staring idly out the window and lost in contemplation. He had left the door open to let the steam from the shower out, had finished his shower and dried off all but his lower legs, when he had apparently lost himself in thought. The bathtowel hung down from his left hand, against the wall furthest from the entrance to the bathroom.

The bathtub was large and elevated, and large enough that it did not need a curtain. As Vicki stood in the doorway, frozen momentarily in surprise, she had a perfect side view of her 15-year-old son, who had no idea she was there.

Of course, Vicki had seen Stevie in a bathing suit many times, but she had not realized until this moment how he had grown up. He was developed way beyond his age, and had the body of a 20-year old. Or, rather, a body that just about any 20-year old in the country would sell his soul for. His neat, short-cut blond hair crowned a handsome face that had an angelic beauty but was also ruggedly male. His chest was broad and coated with a soft layer of manly blond curls. His arms and chest were muscular but not muscle-bound, and his chest tapered into a flat torso that seemed to go on forever.

His mother was deeply enough affected by the beauty of her son's upper body, but inevitably her eyes were drawn lower. She had always liked to look at a beautifully shaped butt on a man when she was at the beach, and she had never seen a more beautiful pair of masculine buns than her son's, frosted with downy blonde gossamer. But she hardly had time to notice the rear end that all by itself would have given her fodder for a month's worth of masturbating. Because she was immediately transfixed by the root of her son's manhood, a penis the sight of which nearly took her breath away.

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!

All those recollections flashed through Vicki's mind in an instant. But the physical reality in front of her quickly brought her back to the present.

A splendid, fluffy aura of golden brown pubic hair crowned the mammoth penis that hung softly and heavily halfway down to Stevie's knees. Vicki remembered the hard-on of that repairman as vividly as if it were right in front of her, and she realized that her son's cock, though not the least bit hard, was even bigger. The repairman's hard-on had been exactly eleven inches long. Her son's flaccid penis must be at least a foot in length. The repairman's erection had been too thick for her to wrap her hand around. Her son's unerect manhood was thicker.

There was a graceful curvature in the hanging penis, caused by the fact that the upper part of the shaft was supported horizontally by an enormous pair of testicles. Vicki remembered how struck she had been by the repairman's golf ball sized balls, and she assumed that his remarkable potency had been attributable to the large amount of sperm and male hormones such large testicles would produce. Her son's were more than twice as large, shaped like perfect eggs but larger than any eggs she could buy in a store.

Vicki had plenty of time to contemplate her son's masculine beauty, as he was still lost in thought and had not heard her come in. He was still the son she had carried inside her body, who she had raised since infancy. Until this minute, she had not really gotten over thinking of him as a little boy. Now she saw him as a man. And what a man! A face more sexy and handsome than any movie star's. A body more perfectly shaped than any Greek sculptor ever imagined. And, where it counted more than anyplace else, manhood that even in her inexperience she realized must be unparalleled. She remembered again the common report her sister had passed on to her, that the most beautiful woman in the county had given birth to the hottest stud in the state. She was too modest to think that the first part of the statement could be true, though 95 percent of the men in the county would have agreed with it. But she suddenly realized that the second part of the statement might be an understatement rather than an exaggeration.

When she had first walked into the bathroom, her immediate reaction had been to freeze with surprise at seeing him there. In seconds the surprise had passed, to be succeeded by tremendous sexual excitement. She was already horny. That was why she had come inside, to pee and wash prior to going back out and masturbating. But as her son's naked maleness permeated her consciousness, electric voltage began shooting out of her crotch and through her body to every extremity. She remembered again the time with the repairman, and how sexually excited she had been. But this was infinitely stronger. As she stared at his glowing pubic hair, his big, fuzzy testicle-sac, and at his wonderful, pendulous penis, the excitement built and suddenly she knew she couldn't contain herself. She lost all thought of where she was. Her left hand swept the flimsy bikini top beneath her heaving breasts so she could tweak her right nipple with her fingers. Her right hand shoved down the bikini front, so she could touch her clit. But even before her fingers could reach her furry nest, she exploded in orgasm.