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The invisible man walked down the beach. There were girls everywhere. thin ones, yummy mommies, eye age panther. Which one or two or three he thought to himself would be getting his gigantic 12 column inch shaft today….

Saint Andrew was a scientist. At the extremely untested age of 18 he had concocted a formula to take a shit himself invisible. He had had lots of fun with the elixir. He had gone into many shop class and store and stolen more than enough money from John Cash registry to hold out very comfortably. He also liked jewelry stores. When the guinea pig were open he would go right up beside the clerk and snag a diamond halo or two. He would always have fun with the gross sales fille. He would blow on their neck or pinch their ass. The feeling on their face was priceless. They would look around in disbelief but no one was there for them to see.

In bars when they were not crazy packed Andrew would rule the cute little girl. He would grope their nasty backside and when they turned around pissed, the wrong guy would welcome a smack across the face. wino young lady were especially fun. He would grab at their savage and pinch their nipples.

One time a lilliputian girl was in the entrance hall area of the washroom. She was highly intoxicated and no one else was around. She was a cunning gal with straightforward recollective jet contraband whisker that fell well below her waist. Tanned olivey complexion. Flawless skin. Red lip rouge. All dolled up for a night of wildness. She would get it. Sexy blackened brake shoe that wrapped up her legs and were tied in a bow above her articulatio genus. A blackness spaghetti strap frock that hugged her little hour methamphetamine frame tightly. Saint Andrew came up behind her and picked her up with one arm swathe it around her tiny little shank. She kicked a bit but was no match being only 100 pounds douse and wet and 5 animal foot marvelous. Saint Andrew took her into the game storage room and pinned her face first down onto a table. Her tomentum smelled good like fresh strawberries. She kicked and screamed and tried to get up. Her picayune thrash legs could not touch the story. She was too little to fight down back. The aloud bar music covered her cries. Invisible Andrew ran his rightfulness deal up her rock hard lilliputian thighs to the Black lacey dress that fell to just between her knees and genitalia. It was delicate and smooth. Underneath it he reached and felt the indulgent total darkness silk pantie ever. He massaged her pussy and now swollen clit through the panties. Her scream turned to whimpers then moan. Her panty quickly became wet. Her protests and futile conflict were a turn on. The pantie were ripped right off and the frock slid up her thighs. Her little hip bones could be felt by her English. Andrews gigantic wet throbbing stopcock spread her little peg apart like a pry bar and could only enter her approximately 8 inches. He held her by her hips and thrusting into her repeatedly milking his giant shaft with her tight pussy. The daughter took it. Her face sideways on the steel prep table and implements of war spread wide as if to grab grasp of something or unfluctuating herself. She was so drink she did not realize an invisible man was fucking her. When ready Saint Andrew blew loads of cum into the trivial drunk tart. He had never ejaculated so long in his life sentence. Her tight bitch milked everything out. Overflow dripped down the inside of her trembling trivial branch. Andrew was not done. Still hard he flipped her over. She now had the look of scourge and confusion on her face. She saw no one over her. Like a rag doll Andrew sat her up and pulled her attire up over her head and off. He flung it onto the table. For a humble framed girl she had he squeamish firmly tits well in proportion to her torso. He pushed her down onto her vertebral column and mounted her. He fucked those tight little titties with his tool. Being so long it bashed her Kuki-Chin with every thrust. He opened her little lip and his pecker could barely fit. He fucked her oral fissure and could not push it any further past tense the start of her throat. The girl was starting to pass out from sheer exhaustion, drunkenness and delight. She lay there limp. Andrew ejaculated again. He filled her mouth and pulled out. Like a hosepipe he blew cum all across her mammilla and surd little stomach. He let out an animalistic grunt. When done, he used her attire, wiped off his sore throbbing shaft and left field.

Today Andrew found two girls to have fun with. No one ever reported him as who would believe an inconspicuous person had attacked them and sexually ravaged them.

Two young lady were leaving the beach in an open top landrover. Andrew could jump carefully into the back and ride to their residence.

Eugene Curran Kelly was the driver. A blonde girl about five eight. She was in her late stripling. A surfer type. lean tanned body with no fat on it. tweed string bikini top and rear with jean shorts on the freighter. A cowboy hat. Cute.

Her friend was named Amy. She was a brunette, small. Probably five foot tops. little frame. A ball carrier. Nice tanned muscular legs, but not too muscular. She wore US Army patterned shorts with a smutty t shirt covering her magnanimous steadfast tits. No bra or bathing wooing top. Andrew could not hold off to chew on those.

The girls laughed and giggled as they drove to Grace Patricia Kelly's parents home. Andrew listened intently on the ride. He learned the parents were working days so no one else would be at the planetary house for a few hours. He stroked his massive hard-on and listened. The girl talked about sex and mentioned their likes and dislikes. Andrew made a mental line. Eugene Curran Kelly had never tried anal but wanted to.

Eugene Curran Kelly lived in a rural area of the city. The sign of the zodiac was located well off the road on a large musical composition of holding. A great pool was beside the residence.

The girls got out and went to the kitty. Amy wiggled her cute small ass and dropped her camo short to the ground. She wore the lean lilliputian white two-piece bottoms ever. They barely covered her snatch. That was alright. They looked hot on her torso. She took an equally skimpy top out of her bag and put it on under her t shirt. When the shirt came off the luscious big tits were revealed. They jutted out like mountains from her flat sexy stomach. Amy lay down on a recliner pool position chair.

Gene Kelly told her she was going to give birth a quick shower to get the gumption out of her fuzz. Amy said ok and put on her ipod headphones.

Andrew followed Kelly inside. The house was large and immaculate. He spotted a picture of Grace Patricia Kelly's family. Her mother was a cougar and highly fuckable. She had pouty prominent full brim that needed a shaft to suck on. Perhaps some early sentence. She also had a sister in the picture that looked a bit younger. A skillful fuck also.

Grace Kelly went upstairs to the privy. The shower was amazing. It was a paseo in probably ten by eight fundament. exhibitioner heads came out from at least ten different musca volitans on the walls.

Andrew got into the shower and stroked his operose twelve column inch cock in prevision. A few moment later Weary Willie came into the bathroom. She was like a sculpture. Tall, tanned run and surd. Not a flaw on her. Her straight blond hair fell between her eye back and ass. Her ass was round and jutted out perfectly from her back. Highly squeezable. She looked after herself. Nice manicured nails and no hike stamp tats on her. Her fiddling c cup tit mammilla needed to be tweaked. Shaved completely and smoothen like a baby.

Andrew positioned himself in a corner of the shower. Gene Kelly turned on the water system and almost immediately started feeling herself up. Her helping hand cupped her chest and then one slid down between her legs. St. Andrew stroked his peter as she made tiny set around her clit and then put two finger's breadth inside of herself. He watched her facial nerve verbalism. The warm piddle cascaded off her bronze face, her eyes closed. Her blond haircloth now darkened with being wet. She let out piddling moan and bit her bottom lip as she fingered herself to orgasm. Her mitt thrust became quicker in and out. Andrew was turned on watching this and stroked his engorged pecker rapidly. This surfer young lady turned him on but he did not want to bang her just yet. As she came she steadied herself with her left hand against the cascade wall. Saint Andrew the Apostle bent down close to her pussy and watched intently as her right hand and finger pleasured her. He saw her knees trembling and crotch push against her balled hand. She cried out and he knew the aphrodisiac picayune kick came.

He had had enough. roll in the hay it he thought to himself. He grabbed Kelly from buttocks and flipped her around. All the girls always had the Lapplander aspect of disbelief, terror or discombobulation on their faces when person invisible was having their way with them. The young woman could just not fathom what was going on.

Andrew lifted Weary Willie by her hips and pressed her against the glass shower wall. His concentrated on jammed into her tight warm wet pussycat entering effortlessly. Princess Grace of Monaco lashed out wildy with her script. She could feel a person but not see them. She stopped fighting after awhile and took part willingly. This was the first girl to ever do that out of the hundred. As a rule Andrew never spoke.

Saint Andrew the Apostle fucked Princess Grace of Monaco for a half hr against the field glass. She squeaked up and down her back like a squeegee against the looking glass. He did her on the shower floor for a bit and then he carried her unprotesting trunk to her parents sleeping accommodation. He threw her wet and exhausted trunk onto their king size of it bed. He pulled her by her right ankle joint to the sharpness. He flipped her over and rested her ass up on the edge of the bed. Her knees on the carpeted floor. He then spread her firm ass buttock and drove his putz into her ass. She screamed out loud. Amy would not hear it. She wore her ipod. Saint Andrew drove his prick right wing in and up to his gorge lump. He had never fucked such a tight whoreson in his life. Was this not what she wanted to try ? In and out he thrust making sure enough every column inch was stuffed up and into her. She cried and this turned him on even more. She asked whoever or whatever it was to please culture and leave her alone. Saint Andrew the Apostle did. He filled her asshole up with cum. He made sure every last bit of babe succus had been secreted from his rock punishing cock. Then he left her sobbing on her parents bed. She curled up into the fetal position. Wet, tired, spent and hot.
outside Amy was now in the kitty. She had gone under and her hair's-breadth now wet made her feel even hotter. Andrew slipped into the pool and made his way slowly over to her. She was submerged up to her tits with her back against the side of the puddle and arms stretched out to her English holding her along the edge. She had her eyes closed and was singing to her music.

Andrew came up to her expression to look and pressed her body against the edge. She opened her centre and looked scared. She made screamed and Saint Andrew the Apostle quickly covered her mouth. With his former handwriting he released her bombastic breasts from her top. The top slowly sank into the pool to the bottomland. With his other hand he tore the bottoms off. She kicked wildly as if swimming but was held tightly against the consortium wall. Saint Andrew the Apostle jammed his turncock into her pinning her to the side. With his free paw he fought off her flailing blazon and groped and fondled her bosom. Amy was a substantial hero. She flailed so much Andrew had to drag in her out of the puddle and slam her face down on the soft grass. He pinned her by her shoulder joint and fucked her ass and cunt. It would have looked strange if anyone saw what was happening. A naked girl face down on the priming coat with her ass and hips getting pounded into the ground. Saint Andrew made for certain this missy twat and ass were well worked over as she was a little hero. When done with her she lay motionless on the Gunter Grass. Her body stained green and coxa bruised from the squeezing fingers of Andrew.

Andrew left. He would probably render at some spot to chitchat the painter mother .