There were some young black homeless bums staying at a nearby home of lonely white housewife. All were mostly in prison for minor drug offenses but were not considered serious threats to society. They had been released from the overcrowded prison, had no place to stay.

The prisoners had exchanged prison time for community service. They would be here all week collecting trash, trimming the trees back from the road, and digging a drainage ditch.

They noticed a car coming along the road. He stood up and waved it past. The car was a convertible driven by a stunning raven-haired woman.

“Yo, cigarette!” One of the black youths yelled. Their gang leader was called Hydra, but he got used to be called Hadro.

The woman in the car was startled, but drove on. She pulled her car on to the driveway of a nearby house.

“You really need a smoke?” asked another black prisoner.

“Nope, just habit.”

The housewife locked her door the second she got inside her house. She peered out the curtain at the blacks bagging trash along the road. What were prisoners doing on her street? She didn’t like this at all. Not only didn’t she feel safe in her house when her husband was away on business, but now she had to worry that criminals were outside her door. The men worked until dusk, then their guards left them to come back another day.

Ann told her husband about the prisoners when he called that night. He didn’t sound too concerned explaining that dangerous men wouldn’t be outside working and that they’d most likely be gone the next day.

Ann was horrified to see the same group of prisoners back working the next day as she returned home from work. She was taking three vacation days the rest of the week to sunbath and would be devastated if the men would be working near her house. She was looking forward to a little down time alone.

Ann pulled up her driveway, but stopped the car. She got out to check her mail amidst several whistles from the black youths. Given her looks and figure, she was used to being stared at, but not from over muscled black criminals. In a huff, she turned and marched towards the black boys. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Just doing some work for the state, maam.”

Ann was nervous what they could do to her but she had to know “Well, how long do you intend to be out here working?” She knew before he answered it would be days yet. The men had just started enlarging the drainage ditch.

“Until the end of the week, maam.”

“Oh no,” moaned Kelly, her week ruined. “I don’t want criminals outside my house.” The nigger took a stern look at her as if wanting to mug her.

“Nothing you can do about it bitch...”

What she heard sent shivers down her legs and tingle within her pussy. Hadro appeared to be the biggest and blackest of the bunch. He looked closer to seven feet tall then six feet. His eyes glanced at Ann, hungrily.

Ann had turned pale. Now she realized how foolish she was. “I guess you’re right. Sorry if I bothered you.”

“Not at all maam. By the way, it’s supposed to be very hot the rest of the week. May we fill our water bottles from your outside spigot?”

“Of course, help yourself.” Ann didn’t really want the men in her yard, but she was afraid to say no for of what they might do so she agreed anyway. She returned to her car and drove off.

“Fuck, but that was a fine piece of white ass.”

“You’re telling me, Hadro.”

“Boss, if I don’t get some pussy soon, I’m gonna die. You know what I’m saying?” Some other blacks nearby also agreed.

“I know all right.” They laughed. “Get used to it boys, we’re gonna need a lot of pussy from now on. You’ll try to control it, but that need will always be there. Normally, we’d be hunting for some sluts here servicing us, but damn the state keeping a guard at us, can’t wait to finish our community service.

“Well whitey over there is starting to look good.”

“Patience boy. Good things come to those who wait.” “Now get to work.”

“AAAAYYEEEE!” Ann clamped her palm over her mouth to stifle the scream. The big dark skinned black prisoner was in her yard filling some water bottles. The scream didn’t even startle him. He just calmly looked up with a sneer. His eyes went wide at the sight of Ann’s bikini top tightly hugging her big breasts. She was wearing low hanging sweat pants over her panties. The straps of her bottoms showed over the edge of the sweats.

“Yo are u complaining?” he asked.

“Sorry, you just startled me.” Ann turned red under Hadro’s gaze. There wasn’t a straight man in the world who wouldn’t have ogled her, but the dark black man’s stare looked like he was ready to eat her. “My face is up higher, mister.”

“Don’t be cocky with me cunt! It’s just been so long. I haven’t fucked a woman in five years.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Ann felt intimidated by black youth. She loved sex and got cranky if she didn’t get it once a week and her husband had been gone two weeks now.

“The fact that you’re just about the hottest woman I ever seen makes me want to blow my load on you so don’t you get me pissed.”

Ann really started feeling afraid of Hadro.

“Would you let me see you in the rest of your bikini?”

“What?” she was startled by the question.

“It’s just been so long. I haven’t seen a real live woman in a bikini in more then five years. You better be afraid of me if you don’t take those sweats off.”

Ann felt a rush of fear flow through her body. She had never had any qualms about showing off her body, but no man had ever asked her to expose herself except her husband. When they were dating, he had asked her to strip for him once on his birthday. She’d put on her sexiest lingerie and did her best. It must have worked for a week latter she had a ring on her finger.

In truth, Ann dressed a bit sluttily. No one could ever accuse her of being a slut. In a few months she would turn thirty. She was actually rather conservative, but she just dressed tackily. In her early twenties, she had partied a lot in beach bars wearing halters and mini skirts or bikini tops. She was always one of the most scantily dressed women in the bars. She’d even participated in and won several bikini contests. It came as no great embarrassment for her to slide her sweat pants down so she did.

“Ok real quickly,” she said getting intimidated, stepping out of her pants. “Just get a good look and leave.” This particular bikini had won her three bikini contests. It was tacky and slutty, and men couldn’t take their eyes off it. The bikini was cheetah print like she was wearing an animal skin. It was tight since she had gained a few pounds in the last few years. The bottoms were a snug fit and forced her to shave closely. The rear was a g-string with a loincloth like flap covering her perfectly rounded ass. “W-what are you doiing?” asked Ann as Hadro fumbled with his pants.

“I gotta get off.” Hadro had a week to make this his first white woman in a ling while, she was practically his for the taking. She looked to be of Italian heritage as evidenced by her curves, ample bosom and ass. Her navel was also studded with a diamond which he found very sexy. He fished his already rock hard cock out of his prison jump suit.

“Just don’t come any closer ... Oh My God!”

Hadro grinned as her eyes focused on his exposed cock. “Bet you haven’t seen one like mine before?”

“Ah ... no.” Ann couldn’t believe how big the man’s penis was. It probably was over a foot long with testicals as big as her fists. The black monster was more then twice as big as her husband and probably three times as thick. Her view disappeared when he took it in his meaty black hand and started stroking. Ann felt very much afraid. She wanted him not to come up close, she cried, “Stay where you are,” when he took a step towards her. “You can jerk off, but don’t come any closer. She liked the prisoner where he was, ten feet away.

Ann liked her men fit, but not overly muscled. Like many women she found muscle men ugly. Her husband had been fit, but was developing a growing paunch and his chin was starting to double. Hadro pulled off his top with his free hand. He could have competed in a body sculpting competition. He wasn’t attractive, but there was something about his size that made her buckle her knees. She didn’t know why and later that day pretended her legs had grown tired. She just fell to her knees in the grass and arched her back so that her breasts thrust out.

“Fuck! Your body is built for big black cock.”

Crude language. She was aroused though offended from his nigger talk. Her nipples were poking out and her panties were wet. Plus, no husband will come home and take care of her. Ann and her husband had, sometimes great sex, but after seeeing Hadro’s big black cock she felt that her husband couldn’t take care of her even if he was there. He might just get mugged.

Hadro had been stroking his cock rapidly now for near fifteen minutes and still hadn’t orgasmed. His face strained and glistened with sweat. With a grunt, his cock exploded. Ten feet away and his orgasm made a valiant attempt to hit her. At first, it was like turning on a hose or a stream from a squirt gun. The white stream hit the ground just three feet from her. Lesser streams shot out from the spasming cock and then pellets of sperm. His orgasm lasted nearly two minutes.