Cheryl teased her black, shoulder length hair as she checked her make-up. She adjusted the straps on her nightdress, making it hug her body tighter and give a lift to her 34C breasts. She stood back and looked at herself in the mirror, twirling herself around. The nightdress was just sheer enough that she could make out her silhouette through the material. Her dark areoles could also be seen and her nipples poked out slightly. Her crotch was bare of the thick fur that normally covered it. She had shaved her pussy just this morning in readiness for Andy's return.
Andy had been out of state for a week on work and Cheryl had missed him. Married for three years now, they lived alone in a small house in the suburbs. She had been horny the whole week while Andy was away and today had been especially difficult. Her shaved pussy had itched the whole morning and she found it hard concentrating at work. She had returned home from work to find her panties soaked at the crotch.
Cheryl picked up her favourite perfume and sprayed it at the valley of her breasts. Andy loved this perfume as well and she imagined him burying his head in her cleavage as he inhaled the sweet, floral fragrance. She lifted the hem of her nightdress and sprayed a liberal dose to the tops of her thighs, being careful not to get any near her pussy. Not only would it cause her tender, shaved skin to smart, it would also ruin the wanton taste of her pussy. And she knew how much Andy loved to lick and suck a juicy pussy!
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard a car door slam outside and then shortly after, the jiggle of keys in the front door. She ran out of her room just as Andy opened it and stepped inside. "Hi Babe!" She called out as she ran into his arms. "Hi sweets." Andy smiled as he hugged her tight and gave her a soft kiss on her hair. "I feel like shit." "Oh honey, what's wrong?" "Food poisoning." Andy replied weakly. "I think it was the fucking prawn cocktail they served for lunch."
Cheryl sighed quietly as she realised the night of passion she was hoping for was slowly but surely fading away.
"Poor baby." She consoled him as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Maybe I can kiss it better?"
She had to at least try to appeal to his sexual nature. She felt rotten trying to tempt him into sex when he wasn't feeling up to it but she was so hot and horny.
"No sweets. Sorry." Andy replied ruefully. "You look amazing but I really feel like shit and I'm real weak and tired too. I've been throwing up the whole day. Not to mention how many times I've had to crap."
"Too much information!" Cheryl laughed, belying the disappointment she really felt. Still, it was good to have Andy home.
"Come on up and freshen up." She said supportively. "You'll feel better."
It wasn't long before Andy was fast asleep, his head cushioned on Cheryl's breast. She lay awake, lightly stroking his head and thinking to herself. "Damn! I was so looking forward to getting some loving tonight. At least he's home, I hate sleeping alone." She slipped a hand under her nightgown and felt herself. "Shit! I'm so wet. Oh well. I'm not getting any so I better get some sleep" She removed her hands and trying to forget the wetness between her legs she fell asleep.
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Cheryl stirred as she felt her legs being pushed apart. Still half asleep, she sighed as the feel of a hot, wet tongue slid along her wet slit. Andy must be feeling better she thought to herself. She spread her legs wider and lifted her ass toward the slurping tongue. Her hands moved downward and lifted the nightdress higher, over her hips, allowing her to open her legs even wider.
Sharp thrills began to course through her as her body awoke from its slumber and she could really feel the light twirls and flicks of the tongue along her vulva and then up on to her clitoris. Her eyes were still closed as she let out a slight gasp. Cheryl moaned softly as her hands moved down to caress Andy's head, to pull it deeper into the juncture of her thighs. Her hands reached behind his head and caressed the short stubble on his head. Her eyes flew open as she realised something was wrong. Andy had a thick head of hair, not short, spiky stubble!
She gasped aloud as her eyes accustomed to the dark and she saw Andy seated on the chair by the dresser. Something was stuffed in his mouth and his hands were being tied behind the chair. He was struggling but the tall intruder tying her husband was too strong for him. She flicked her gaze toward her wide-open legs and saw a shiny, black, shaved head with just a little stubble around the back. She started to scream but just then the black man's hands flew upward and grabbed at her throat.
"Not a sound bitch," he grunted "Or I squeeze this purty little neck of yours."
Her heart was thumping wildly as the oxygen supply started to deplete. She struggled briefly before she felt the grip at her throat loosen. She coughed and gulped in air.
"P-please! Let me go. What do you want?" she pleaded. Her eyes glanced upward to see the white stranger walk over to her, her husband securely tied. She caught her husband's eye and noticed the helplessness and desperation in them. Oh God! These monsters had broken into the house!
The white intruder stood at the side of the bed, leering down at her. Cheryl clamped her thighs together and smoothed down her nightdress, suddenly aware of her splayed form.
"She taste good Leroy?" the white intruder laughed as he winked at the black man.
"Damn fine tasting pussy Jerry," Leroy replied. "Damn fine."
Jerry pulled the nightdress up and looked under it. "Whoaaa! Smooth, shaved pussy too!"
Cheryl noticed Jerry's pants swelling as he looked at her naked pussy. Why, oh why, did she shave it today? His hands went under the nightdress and cupped her pussy. He squeezed her mound and slowly inserted a finger into her. Cheryl gasped involuntarily as Jerry's thick finger pushed into her.
"Damn! She's wet Leroy!" Jerry said. "And I don't think its from your licking!"
"You a hot, little white hoe are you?" Leroy directed the question at Cheryl. "A hoe waiting to be fucked?"
"N-no. No!" Cheryl spluttered. "I'm not a whore. Oh please! Please let us go. Please!"
Jerry's finger was still working inside her. Slowly sliding in and out of her wet channel. She tried to block it out but her pussy was wet and getting wetter the more Jerry messed around inside it.
Cheryl felt Leroy press the cold, steel blade of a knife against her face. He slowly moved it across her neck and then down to the neck of her nightie.
"No noise from you hoe." Jerry said. "No screaming or this knife will mess you up something good."
She felt the knife settle at the valley of her breasts before it was pulled upward and down the length of her body, neatly ripping the nightdress in two. She felt the nightie fall away from her body and her muscles tensed in fear.
"Please, please!" Cheryl pleaded. "Don't do this to me. Oh God nooooo!"
Leroy raised the knife to her breast as he pinched a nipple hard with his other hand. "I said to shut up bitch! Or don't you'se understand simple English?"
Cheryl gritted her teeth as the pain shot through her nipple. She nodded her head in acquiescence. She looked up again at Andy who nodded his head as if to say "Don't get hurt. Do what they want."
Leroy moved to the other side of the bed and climbed on to it. She felt the mattress depress under his weight as he lay beside her. His hands moved to her breasts and grabbed at them, lifting them up as his mouth covered one nipple and then the other. Little tingles of electricity shot through her body. "No! This is so wrong. I can't get turned on. I mustn't!" She thought to herself. She tensed her body and closed her eyes. She tried to focus her mind on other thoughts.
Leroy seemed to know exactly what to do. He noticed her body tense and he reciprocated by lightly flicking his tongue across each nipple in turn. He then pressed both her breasts together and tongued both nipples at the same time. He could feel her resistance slipping, as he knew it would.
Cheryl bit her lower lip as she tried to deny the feelings in her body. Her nipples were erect with lust and Jerry's fingers in her pussy were causing an ache that needed to be satisfied. His fingers became more urgent inside of her, lightly scratching against the upper wall of her vagina, tickling her g-spot. Her body relaxed a little and her legs opened just a little wider. Leroy was still tantalising her nipples but now one hand had slipped underneath her and was rubbing her back ever so gently.
Her breath was becoming laboured now as she gasped and sighed. Her mind was fighting her body but it was a losing battle. Her flesh was winning. Why did this have to happen when she was so horny? She felt a terrible sense of guilt at the way her body was responding to rape. She couldn't help it! Why couldn't they have just raped her like she had always imagined rape was like? Rough, disgusting and quick. To be used as a receptacle for satisfying a mans' lust.
But no! This was different. They were taking their time and they were making sure she was getting turned on. Hell, she was more than turned on. She wanted it. Worse than that, she needed it. She focused on her body and a flush of shame and embarrassment filled her briefly as she realised she was thrusting her hips against Jerry's fingers. His fingers were making a wet sloshing sound in her pussy and she could feel her juices dripping around her vulva.
