The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... knew instantly all my earlier thoughts about a future with Kyle were up in smoke. That was over. I still had my panties on. I went around my room like a possessed woman. The erotic tingle between my thighs just continued to increase. Kyle had done nothing to satisfy my all consuming need for sex. I was drawn along like a moth to a flame. My parents never got home until midnight. I had plenty of time to just drive by Bobby’s and just see what was happening in the hood. I would do nothing more than just get closer to the only place I knew held sexual answers. I had to get to 2247 West Branch. All sense of reason was gone—my base corporal desire dominated me completely. Nothing else made sense. I quickly put the same clothes back on. My Mustang took about forty minutes until I was driving down West Branch. It was dark. It was warm. There were three or four blacks setting on Bobby’s porch. I went fifty feet past and turned in the alley. On my way back Bobby himself was standing in the street. He simply pointed back along the house. As soon as the motor stopped, Bobbie opened my door, lifted me forcefully into his arms and drove his tongue into my mouth. He held me like this right there in the driveway, just swaying back and forth. As he turned me toward the house I could see at least five big blacks watching from the street. Bobby led me up the back steps and into the back room. My panties were wet from his greeting. I tried to act civilized. To hide the outrageous erotic needs ...

... dominating me. “Bobby, I have just come to talk for a few minutes. I have had some really good news. I have had some wonderful things happen that I want to share with you. Would you let me talk with you for a short while?” Bobby took both my hand and backed me toward the couch. I sat down as he knelt on the floor directly in front of me, “Sure sugar, I would love to hear your news, but first I got a couple things I really need to say to you, and then you can tell me all about your good stuff.” As he was talking his head went under my skirt. He used his shoulders to spread my legs wide. My body shook all over. I heard the snap of a switch blade, and from under my skirt his left hand came out to hand me the remains of my new white panties. Bobby’s arms went back under my skirt and around my bare bottom as he pulled me forward toward him. His tongue came from nowhere to part my lips and find that part of me he knew so well. He pulled and I collapsed backward. My impulsive reaction to his suction drove my sex forward. His lips grabbed more and drew inward even harder. I moaned and collapsed forward over him as I attempt to protect myself by enclosing his black kinky head in my arms. I counted six climaxes before he finally released me. Even as I was doubled over in extreme ecstasy, I kept counting. He finally released me and I fell backward onto the couch. He came up over me. His gym shorts were already around his knees. His left hand lifted my head making me watch as his right ...