1. The Shoplifter Chapter Three


    Date: 3/11/2017, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    next and we both knew I was ready. I made no effort to find the sheet as I fell backward onto the bed. I lay nude, flat on my back. I could not keep my legs still. I could not stop my lower body from jumping around. Almost immediately, Amyl came into the room just as Rashid had on Wednesday night. He was undressed when he entered. He came to the bed and crawled on top of me. My legs automatically spread outward and upward to his bidding. Right away it was evident, he knew much more about he was doing than Rashid. He had sort of a sinister look, “Bobby told me to get up here—that you were ready for plenty of loving. Is he right?” I looked up and quietly whispered, “Yes!” I pulled him downward toward me. He began to lower himself onto me, he smiled, “Girl, I tell you with all that noise he had you making up here, I had to wonder...” That was the last thing Amyl said Friday night. For reasons you now understand, I was wild, lubricated, and very tight. My vagina consumed him with a series of uncontrolled constrictions and releases as I drew him downward. Bobby had assured I was fully ready, possessed by overwhelming needs. It took several strokes until I felt his warmth had arrived deep in my vagina. That was all it took for Amyl. He delivered fifteen lunging surges into me the moment he got all the way to my cervix. His semen was warm and his rope hit the tender entry to my womb violently. Time after time he delivered and time after time I responded to his delivery. Finally, ...
    he moaned, delivered one more violent thrust deep into my body and relaxed. He lay directly on top of me as if he was in a different world. My right arm surrounded his kinky head as I turned us together to the right and my left hand directed my breast to his lips. He began nursing like a baby. To my alarm and dismay I could actually feel relief as he worked. It was clear I was producing more milk than before. A brief concern passed. What about these pills? It seemed like my breasts were moving in the wrong direction. My momentary concern passed quickly as he rested and nursed at my breast. It was replaced by a feeling of relief and accomplishment. I had taken on my fifth black guy for sure. Why had if become such a kinky pleasure to keep track. He kept working my breast and my body responded with one quiet pulsation after another. He felt good, and innocent, and childlike as I held him. Time passed as Amyl moved from one breast to the other. I finally began to calm a bit as my passions began to subside. Sometime later I awoke to find Amyl was gone. I got up slowly and went down with just my skirt and blouse on. The front room was quiet and dark. I could just make out the images of a couple blacks lying on the gigantic pillows in the middle of the floor. I could not make out Bobby. No one stirred. I concluded my evening was over. I had paid all my bills. I drove home dressed as I was; skirt and blouse, nothing else. For reasons I could not understand, I felt lonely. I had to ...
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