The following Tuesday came around very slowly. But I guess it's always like that when you're eager for something. I was expecting the two vagrants to arrive at three o'clock, and by two thirty I was ready for them. Underneath the short, silk red robe that I was wearing, I was naked except for a thin film of baby oil and a pair of five inch red stilettos.
During the previous week's session with the old tramp, I made sure that today's arrangement had been overheard by my son, Jason, who had been peeping through the hole in the wall that separates his bedroom from mine. But now, with just thirty minutes to go, I wondered whether he would make it. It would mean that he would have to skip college early and sneak into the house after I had welcomed the two men in, but he was quite capable of accomplishing both tasks. What worried me was that he might have lost interest in spying on me. I had become addicted to my son's secret carnal leering every night as I played with myself, and although I was going to enjoy today's sex session with the two vagrants whatever, my number one turn-on was knowing how much I was teasing my son. For weeks now, I had been parading around the house in the sexiest clothes and high heels that I had. I was permanently wet down below just thinking about the sly glances that Jason would keep giving me. To know that I am the object of my own son's fantasies was what gave me back my self-confidence as a woman.
At two fifty I was almost too excited to contain myself. I peeked out of the window to see if I could see the two men coming down the street. But no, there was no one to be seen. Then, just before I turned away, something caught the corner of my eye. I looked more closely and realised that Jason's motorcycle was parked up in its usual place. His father had bought it for him just before we divorced, and he rides it to college every day. If it was back now, then Jason must be lurking around outside somewhere, waiting for the right time to come in. My heart suddenly jumped at the knowledge that my son would be once again spying on me as I had sex.
At five after three, with my anxiety levels at an all time high, I heard a knock at the front door. I spied through the security glass to make sure it was the two men I was expecting; I certainly did not want to be opening the door to anyone else, dressed the way I was. In front was the old man who had used me last week. Behind him, and built like a tank, was the black man he had promised to bring with him. Both looked ragged and unkempt, and I guessed that the black guy was a bit younger then the white dosser, mid-fifties' maybe.
There was nobody else outside, so I opened the door widely and showed myself fully to the two men. Both of them gave me a good, long look up and down. From their leering expressions I could tell that they were eager to get their hands on me. As they entered the living room behind me, the white guy said:
'Hi lady. This is the black guy I told you about last week.'
The black man was not a shy person. He had already walked around back of me so that I was sandwiched between the two. The old man had towered over me last week, but now his black friend made him look small. The vulnerability I was feeling at being in the presence of two sexually charged men, was making my mouth water with anticipation. I turned my back on the old man, and stood looking up into the face of the black guy. He was unshaven too, and wore thick, cheap glasses, which made his eyes look huge and menacing. He was just as bald as the old man, and he ran his tongue over his big, fat lips as he looked down at me. His clothes were ragged and dirty and on his feet he wore a pair of old boots without socks.
I brought my hands slowly up to the silk cord that held my robe tied. I teased the knot apart. I let the two sides open up to reveal my charms underneath. I held the material over my breasts as I bared my shoulders. Both men had started to breathe more quickly now. I hesitated a second before allowing the robe to slide off my body completely and onto the floor.
For a moment they just stared in amazement at the naked figure between them. I looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.
'Your hour has begun.' I said, sexily.
This brought a sense of urgency to the two vagrants. With great haste, they each took one of my elbows, and frog-marched me down the corridor and into my bedroom. It was not easy in the heels I was wearing, and at one point I stumbled over. The two men didn't stop. They just dragged me along until I finally got my footing again.
On entering the bedroom, I was thrown onto the bed, whilst they closed the door and began a frantic race to get undressed. They both tore at their clothes, but it was the old white guy who first made a move towards me, his dick almost pointing straight up. The black man reached out a huge hand and pulled the old man back.
'I'm fucking her first.' he boomed at the old man.
The old man looked at him in a way that I thought meant trouble. But the black man clenched a fist to his face that made him back down. I cannot suitably explain how excited I was at that point. To be regarded as an item, a piece of meat for the strongest animal to have his way with, without care or consideration, that's when I felt more like a real woman than ever before.
I sat up on my elbows and watched, mesmerised, as the black guy removed his pants. The old man had been right. He was big in every way. Where the older man's dick was covered in wiry, red pubic hairs, the black man's was smooth and shiny. It was the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen in my life. Not that I had seen that many. It was curved upwards like a huge black banana, massively veined and throbbing continuously. He walked towards the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off his meat. It would surely hurt me, maybe even injure me, I thought. As he stood towering beside the bed, looking down at me, his helpless prey, something else flashed into my mind.
Noticed only by me, and only because I'm used to the various noises in the building, I heard the unmistakable sound of my son's bedroom door being gently opened, then closed. Jason was peeping. I didn't think it was possible to feel even more aroused than I already was, but with the knowledge that my son was looking at his mom being ravaged by these two street tramps, I almost came on the spot.
I offered my arms up to the big black man in mock surrender. He bent down, put his great hands under my arms and picked me up as though I weighed nothing. As he raised me above his head, the top of mine was touching the ceiling.
'Man, you're a keen little motherfucker, aren't you?' he growled at me.
I coyly bit my lower lip and nodded. He pushed me against the wall opposite the one my son was peeking through, and lowered me onto his awaiting phallus. As I felt the tip of his helmet against my pussy lips, I spread my legs as wide as possible and wrapped them tightly around his thick waist. I gasped as he entered me.
'You ain't felt nuthin' yet, lady. Everythin' you heard about black men is true.'
He lowered me further down onto his pole, and I thought, what would happen if he ripped my insides? I mean, would he stop and help me, or would he just carry on screwing me? More and more of him began to fill me up. I was grimacing in pain now, and tears were clouding my vision. My pussy felt like it was about to be torn apart as the walls expanded further than ever before. I began to fight for air. Surely he was all in by now. But I was still being lowered onto his poleaxe. Just as I felt as though I was going to pass out, I felt my ass cheeks come to a stop against his thick thighs.
'All the way home, lady,' the black man grinned, 'Last stop.'
Then he was sliding his monster back out of me. It felt like I was giving birth to the thing. One of my high heels had come off in the struggle, and I had to fight to keep my legs wrapped around him as he began to get his hips going in a rhythm. For what seemed like hours, the black man kept pumping me with full strokes. I was too hurt to find any enjoyment in this type of sex. At last, after twenty minutes of sobbing my eyes out, I sensed he was about to come. Although his speed had increased, I knew I could put up with the pain for a while longer. He brought his fat lips down to mine and forced my lips apart. His wet tongue was made in the same proportions as the rest of his body, and it completely filled my mouth as he viciously pressed his mouth against mine. When he pulled his face away, he seemed to take all the air out of my lungs. As I fought to get my breath back again, the black man started to moan loudly.
'Oh yes. Ohhhhh yesssss. I'm cumming you white trash bitch. I'm cummmmminggggg'.
I felt his hot spunk flood into my womb and down my vaginal walls. As he gave me his final few strokes to empty his balls, huge globs of his semen trickled over my pussy lips and dripped onto the carpet. At last, he pulled the beast out of me. I gasped in relief. He was still rock hard and very obviously wanted to go on. He wedged his prick in between our two sweaty bodies and began to rub it up and down over my belly, hoping that the friction might allow him to cum again. I looked down and saw that it came way past my navel and wondered how I had ever survived it in me.
