Sharnie padded down her drive towards her back gate. The sun shone down and she had a whole afternoon free. O.K. technically she should be in a lecture, but there were a lot better things for an eighteen year old girl to do on a hot spring afternoon than sit in a room listening to maths. So she had decided to skip her lecture and take the afternoon off. After all it was Friday, and the weekend was nearly here. She held her jacket over her arm as she walked feeling into the pocket to pull out her keys. She reached up to the gate, it swung slowly open .
Sharnie stopped looking at the gate as it swung open. It was supposed to be locked. There was only one reason why it would be open, someone was home. Sharnie silently cursed as she stood looking accusingly at the gate. Her plan for the afternoon was blown. It was not her mom as her car was not in the drive. That left either her Nan or her older brother. Either way she would have to go back to college for the afternoon. With luck she could persuade whoever it was that she had come home to grab something for college. Her nan would be easier to trick than her brother but as long as Sharnie did actually take something back with her even he would have to accept her lie.
With slower steps than before she walked through the gate and along the path to the back door. It was wide open and she quietly walked in to the kitchen. She was listening out to try and figure out who was home. The sounds coming from the sitting room did not help. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the kitchen into the sitting room with her mouth open. Ready to explain to whoever was home why she had come home. She froze staring into the room in shock. The normally pristine room was a shambles. All the cupboards had been opened and their contents scattered on the floor. The sofa cushions were flung across the room. Sharnie glanced around her mouth opening and closing in shock. Then a man walked into the room.
He was taller than Sharnie, and looked like he was somewhere in his twenties. His dark hair was stuffed under a battered looking baseball cap. He was holding one of her moms favourite vases. He glanced up and stopped as he saw Sharnie. Slowly he smiled, Sharnie felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. Dropping the vase he dived towards her. Sharnie did not run from him for some reason . Instead she watched as the vase slowly fell to the floor and shattered. Only then did she react but too late. The man grabbed her and dragged her into the room. She struggled against his grip but could do nothing to free herself.
"Get off me," She snapped. "What are you doing in my house?" The man ignored her as he pushed her down onto the sofa cushions.
"Hey get down here. I've found something," He shouted. Sharnie heard a noise upstairs. Seconds later footsteps pounded down the stairs. A second man entered the room. He was black, his skin almost ebony black. He was bigger than the first man, both in height and build. He glared at her when he saw her.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" He snarled to his companion, who shrugged.
"At a guess I'd say she's skiving off. Am I right?" The white man said glancing down at Sharnie. She did not answer but felt herself blushing. "I guess so," The man added with a knowing smile.
"That's great, you said we'd have the whole fucking house to ourselves all afternoon." His friend said.
"We should have but I guess blondie here wanted the afternoon off."
"So now what are we going to do?" Both of them stared at Sharnie who felt very nervous. "We can't fucking empty the place with her here."
"Why not?" His friend asked. "In fact we've got plenty of time." He dragged Sharnie up to her feet and looked her up and down. She suddenly wished she had put on less revealing clothes that morning. Her thin white blouse and short black skirt showed off too much of her slender figure.
"What do you mean?" His friend asked.
"It's about one, one thirty. Apart from her the house'll be empty until three."
"And?"
"It'll take us what, ten minutes to pack up?" The black man nodded slowly obviously grasping what his friends' meaning. "That gives us over an hour to have a little fun." Again they both looked at Sharnie but this time there was a more appraising manner to their gaze. Sharnie swallowed and felt how dry her throat had become.
"You sure, she looks a bit young?" The black man said.
"Hey I'm eighteen," Sharnie snapped.
"There you go from her own lips as well." The other man said. Sharnie bit her lip realising she had just put herself in trouble. But it was one of her personal hates when people thought she was younger than she was. Her Nan called her petite but Sharnie just felt she was to small. She was short and thin with small breasts that just filled a B cup bra. She had a small ass and long thin legs. It drove her wild with anger. The worst problem was nothing she did made any difference. It was not like she ate small portions, but no matter what she ate she did not fill out.
"Well if she's eighteen then that's alright." The black guy said now obviously checking her out. Sharnie tugged at the hem of her skirt self consciously, trying to pull it lower. She silently wished she had not left that extra button undone that morning. She could feel his gaze as he looked down at her small cleavage.
"Thought you might feel that way. I know how much you like fucking white girls." His friend said. Sharnie was shocked by the callous manner in which they were talking. She knew they were discussing fucking her against her will. But they did nothing to hide their comments or intentions from her.
"You telling me you wouldn't fuck her if you could?" The black guy said.
"Nope, I would and cos I can I will." Sharnie stood between them feeling a surprising mix of emotions. She was angry that they had broken into her house and wrecked it, and that they seemed not to care how she felt about what they were saying. She was scared, terrified by the concept of these two forcing themselves on her. But most surprising was the excited thrill that ran down her spine at the idea. To herself she had to admit that if either guy had shown her any attention at a nightclub she would have jumped at him. Both were good looking guys. But this was not a club, and they were planning to force themselves on her.
"Now Sharnie, I bet you've figured out what me and my friend intend to do with you by now." Sharnie nodded slowly. "You've got two choices. First you can be a good girl and not fight and we won't have to force you. Or you can be a bad girl and fight. We are going to fuck you but it's up to you how much we hurt you." Sharnie stared at him her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She could not believe the way he was simply telling her what was going to happen. But when it came down to it he was right. She knew there was no way she could stop them if they decided to force her. If she let them have her while it would still be bad. They would at least not be so hard on her. He was watching her, obviously waiting for her answer. She swallowed hard and tried to speak, but could not get any words past the lump of fear in her throat.
As if he took her silence as permission he reached up and slowly began to undo her blouse. Sharnie stood still shaking slightly as he undid the buttons and slid open her blouse. He glanced down at her small breasts and smiled then reached up to cup them squeezing them hard with his hands. His fingers gripped her breasts tightly.
"Nice little breasts," He told her.
"I don't care about her breasts. I want to find out what her cunt feels like." His friend said and Sharnie felt his hand sliding up her leg under her skirt. She shivered as she felt him pushing his fingers into her panties and rubbing at her. She gave a soft gasp as he pushed a finger deep into her. He slid his finger up and down twisting it slightly as he did. "Feels nice and tight," He told her.
"I bet her mouth is good as well," The white guy said.
"Only one way to find out," The black guy said pulling his finger out of her. Sharnie bit her lip to hold in a hiss as his finger slid out of her. She was glad he had pulled his finger out. Not because it felt bad but because it had felt so good. She was scared he might feel how much her body had reacted. She could feel how wet she had become just from that short touch. She was shocked by how her body was reacting. It had enjoyed them fondling. The feel of their hands on her breasts and inside her had sent a thrill of pleasure through her body. She should have been disgusted or horrified, and to an extent she was, but more than that she had been aroused by their touch.
The white guy grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. As she watched he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and Sharnie felt almost happy that he was being turned on by her like he was. He reached forwards and pulled her head towards him. She felt his cock rubbing against her lips, it felt hard and warm.
"Suck my cock girl," He told her. She looked up at him and was about to say no when she saw the look in his eyes. Something at the back of his eyes stopped her, a implied threat of what would happen if she did not do what he wanted. She could see the imminent violence held in his gaze. She took a deep breath then opened her lips and let his cock slide in between her lips. He gave a soft moan as she lowered her mouth down his cock sucking softly on it.
