1. The Shoplifter Chapter One


    Date: 9/1/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 85.2, Source: sexstories.com

    maybe that counted as three. Like that would make a difference. Would that make a difference? Emotional exhaustion and a headache overcame me I either passed out or I fell asleep again. I awoke much later when I heard Mother and Dad come home. I think they went directly to bed. Once I heard their door go shut, I somehow fell back into something I could call sleep, I guess. I tossed and turned continuously. During the night I got repeated physical messages from deep within my lower body, strange spasms, and contractions. They would disturb me and wake me enough to worry, but I was so exhausted that as soon as they subsided I would fall back to a very disturbed sleep. I woke early. I had slept in my robe so now it needed a washing. I carefully showered again. Fortunately, his mess was mostly under control. I dressed in the most conservative thing I could find; Capri pants that were big on me, and a long sleeved blouse. I wore a maxi and two pair of panties. As I dressed my mind became a wild place. I struggled to get my emotions under control. I could feel muscles jumping in my lower tummy as I pulled each garment up over my legs. Everything was so sensitive. When I walked, even just to the closet or the dresser, I could feel continued contractions deep inside even more clearly. For years, I had wondered what intercourse would be like, and now I sure knew. Time after time I replayed the events in the security office; the position he had me in, how he had held me there, his ...
    sexual rage, how he entered me, and how he finished within me. As I obsessed about it over and over, strange complicated feelings began to accompany my recollections of yesterday; all my anger had subsided but strange new worries, emotions and responses haunted me. Was what happened to me anywhere near normal between a man and a woman? Confused and depressed, I pulled myself back into the real world. No breakfast, just a half cup of coffee and I was on my way, struggling to keep my Mustang straight on the road to school. The last thing I needed right now was a car wreck. School at this point was routine. It was my senior year. We were approaching the end of the term; my grades were great, so most of the attention was on graduation and the prom. Thank goodness, I was a zombie. My first period class was history, state history. The teacher started to lecture on the establishment of the New York State boundaries. My mind quickly faded to the topic of my personal boundaries and how firmly I had protected them all these years and how I had allowed them to be so violated at Mallmart yesterday. From there my minded move in a trance to the position he had put me in over his desk and the unbelievable complex combination of feelings when he was in me. How the intercourse with him seemed to last forever and yet it, in retrospect, it last such a short time. How our responses changed each time he started to sex me one more time. All this crazy thinking ended as I began to think about how ...
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