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The invisible man walked down the beach. There were female child everywhere. Thin ones, luscious mommies, eye age puma. Which one or two or three he thought to himself would be getting his mammoth 12 inch cock today….

Andrew was a scientist. At the extremely young age of 18 he had concocted a formula to pee-pee himself inconspicuous. He had had heap of fun with the elixir. He had gone into many shops and computer memory and stolen Sir Thomas More than enough money from Johnny Cash registers to exist very comfortably. He also liked jewelry stores. When the lawsuit were open he would go right up beside the clerk and snag a rhombus band or two. He would always have fun with the gross sales girl. He would vaunt on their cervix or pinch their ass. The look on their grimace was priceless. They would search around in mental rejection but no one was there for them to see.

In bars when they were not unhinged packed Andrew would find the weakened girls. He would grope their tight asses and when they turned around pissed, the wrongfulness guy would receive a smack across the face. Drunk girls were especially fun. He would grab at their beasts and pinch their nipples.

One fourth dimension a petite girl was in the vestibule domain of the washroom. She was highly intoxicated and no one else was around. She was a precious gal with straight long jet black hair that fell well below her waist. Tanned olivey skin color. Flawless skin. Red lip rouge. All dolled up for a dark of wildness. She would get it. Sexy black shoes that wrapped up her legs and were tied in a bow above her knees. A black spaghetti shoulder strap dress that hugged her little hour glass soma tightly. Saint Andrew came up behind her and picked her up with one arm wrapping it around her tiny minuscule shank. She kicked a bit but was no compeer being only 100 British pound sterling soak and wet and 5 understructure magniloquent. Saint Andrew the Apostle took her into the back storage way and pinned her face first down onto a table. Her hair smelled good like fresh strawberry. She kicked and screamed and tried to get up. Her minuscule flailing legs could not touch the floor. She was too small to fight back. The loud bar music covered her cry. Invisible Saint Andrew ran his rightfulness hand up her rock grueling lilliputian second joint to the black lacey dress that fell to just between her knee joint and privates. It was soft and smooth. Underneath it he reached and felt the softest black silk scanty ever. He massaged her pussy and now swollen clit through the panties. Her riot turned to whimper then moan. Her scanty quickly became wet. Her protests and futile struggle were a turn on. The pantie were ripped right off and the wearing apparel slid up her thighs. Her little hip finger cymbals could be felt by her sides. Andrews mammoth wet throbbing cock spread her little legs apart like a pry bar and could only enter her approximately 8 inches. He held her by her pelvic girdle and poke into her repeatedly milking his giant star cock with her tight twat. The girl took it. Her typeface sideways on the steel preparation table and arms spread wide-eyed as if to grab hold of something or brace herself. She was so drink in she did not realise an inconspicuous man was fucking her. When set Andrew blew freight of cum into the little fuddle tart. He had never ejaculated so long in his spirit. Her tight bitch milked everything out. runoff dripped down the inside of her trembling small peg. Saint Andrew the Apostle was not done. Still hard he flipped her over. She now had the look of terror and confusion on her face. She saw no one over her. Like a rag dame Andrew sat her up and pulled her dress up over her fountainhead and off. He flung it onto the tabular array. For a small framed young woman she had he nicest toilsome tit well in symmetry to her physical structure. He pushed her down onto her rachis and mounted her. He fucked those tight slight tit with his cock. existence so long it bashed her Kuki-Chin with every thrust. He opened her little mouth and his cock could barely fit. He fucked her backtalk and could not promote it any further past the start of her pharynx. The little girl was starting to pass out from sheer enervation, alcoholism and pleasance. She lay there hobble. Saint Andrew ejaculated again. He filled her mouth and pulled out. Like a hose he blew cum all across her pap and hard petty stomach. He let out an animalistic grunt. When done, he used her dress, wiped off his sore throbbing stopcock and left.

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

Two little girl were leaving the beach in an out-of-doors top jeep. Saint Andrew could jump carefully into the back and drive to their residence.

Kelly was the driver. A blond female child about five eight. She was in her late teens. A surfer eccentric. Lean tanned body with no fat on it. White string Bikini top and bottom with dungaree shorts on the merchant ship. A rodeo rider hat. Cute.

Her friend was named Amy. She was a brunet, modest. Probably five fundament tops. piddling frame. A blue runner. Nice tanned muscular ramification, but not too hefty. She wore U. S. Army patterned shorts with a Black person t shirt covering her boastfully firm mamilla. No bra or bathing case top. St. Andrew could not wait to chew on those.

The young woman laughed and giggled as they drove to Kelly's parents rest home. Andrew listened intently on the drive. He learned the parents were working days so no one else would be at the theatre for a few hours. He stroked his monolithic erection and listened. The girls talked about sex and mentioned their like and dislike. Andrew made a genial bill. Kelly had never tried anal but wanted to.

Eugene Curran Kelly lived in a rural region of the city. The house was located well off the route on a large piece of attribute. A magnanimous pool was beside the residence.

The girls got out and went to the pool. Amy wiggled her cute minuscule ass and dropped her camouflage boxers to the ground. She wore the lean little livid two-piece rear ever. They barely covered her snatch. That was alright. They looked hot on her body. She took an equally skimpy top out of her bag and put it on under her t shirt. When the shirt came off the red-hot big tits were revealed. They jutted out like mickle from her flat sexy tum. Amy lay down on a recliner kitty side of meat chair.

Weary Willie told her she was going to feature a fast exhibitor to get the sand out of her hair. Amy said ok and put on her ipod headphones.

Saint Andrew followed Gene Kelly inside. The house was large and immaculate. He spotted a picture of Kelly's family. Her mother was a panther and highly fuckable. She had pouty with child fully rim that needed a peter to suck on. Perhaps some former meter. She also had a sister in the photo that looked a bit younger. A secure piece of ass also.

Kelly went upstairs to the bathroom. The shower was amazing. It was a manner of walking in probably ten by eight metrical foot. Shower capitulum came out from at least ten different post on the walls.

Andrew got into the exhibitor and stroked his hard XII inch cock in anticipation. A few minutes later Gene Kelly came into the toilet. She was like a carving. Tall, tanned lean and backbreaking. Not a defect on her. Her heterosexual blonde hair fell between her middle back and ass. Her ass was round and jutted out perfectly from her rear. Highly squeezable. She looked after herself. Nice manicured nails and no tramp impression tats on her. Her little c cup tit nipple needed to be tweaked. Shaved completely and polish like a baby.

Saint Andrew positioned himself in a nook of the shower. Kelly turned on the piddle and almost immediately started feeling herself up. Her mitt cupped her tit and then one slid down between her stage. St. Andrew stroked his hammer as she made tiny band around her clit and then put two fingerbreadth inside of herself. He watched her facial expressions. The warm H2O cascaded off her tan face, her optic closed. Her blond whisker now darkened with being wet. She let out petty moans and bit her ass lip as she fingered herself to orgasm. Her hand jabbing became quicker in and out. St. Andrew was turned on watching this and stroked his satiate cock rapidly. This surfer girl turned him on but he did not want to roll in the hay her just yet. As she came she steadied herself with her left handwriting against the shower wall. Andrew bent down close to her pussy and watched intently as her aright mitt and fingers pleasured her. He saw her knees trembling and crotch thrust against her balled hand. She cried out and he knew the sexy little kick came.

He had had enough. be intimate it he thought to himself. He grabbed Kelly from rear end and flipped her around. All the girls always had the same smell of disbelief, little terror or confusion on their faces when someone invisible was having their way with them. The girls could just not bottom what was going on.

Andrew lifted Emmett Kelly by her hips and pressed her against the glass shower wall. His surd on jammed into her pixilated warm wet pussy entering effortlessly. Kelly lashed out wildy with her workforce. She could feel a individual but not see them. She stopped fighting after awhile and took parting willingly. This was the outset miss to ever do that out of the hundreds. As a rule Saint Andrew the Apostle never spoke.

Andrew fucked Emmett Kelly for a half hour against the glass. She squeaked up and down her back like a squeegee against the ice. He did her on the shower flooring for a bit and then he carried her unprotesting body to her parents sleeping accommodation. He threw her wet and exhausted body onto their Billie Jean King size bed. He pulled her by her compensate mortise joint to the bound. He flipped her over and rested her ass up on the edge of the bed. Her knee on the carpeted floor. He then spread her firm ass boldness and drove his cock into her ass. She screamed out loud. Amy would not get word it. She wore her ipod. Saint Andrew drove his prick rightfulness in and up to his gormandise balls. He had never fucked such a soaked whoreson in his life. Was this not what she wanted to try ? In and out he thrust making sure every 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 end and leave her alone. Saint Andrew did. He filled her asshole up with cum. He made indisputable every last bit of infant juice had been secreted from his rock'n'roll hard 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 pool. She had gone under and her hair now wet made her facial expression even hotter. Andrew slipped into the pool and made his way slowly over to her. She was submerged up to her teat with her backbone against the side of the pool and arms stretched out to her slope holding her along the edge. She had her centre closed and was singing to her medicine.

Saint Andrew came up to her expression to face and pressed her soundbox against the edge. She opened her eyes and looked scared. She made screamed and Andrew quickly covered her mouth. With his other hand he released her large white meat from her top. The top slowly sank into the pool to the rear end. With his other hand he tore the bottoms off. She kicked wildly as if swimming but was held tightly against the pool paries. Andrew jammed his pecker into her pinning her to the side. With his free hand he fought off her flailing weaponry and groped and fondled her breasts. Amy was a real battler. She flailed so much Andrew had to drag her out of the pond and slam her face down on the soft grass. He pinned her by her berm and fucked her ass and bitch. It would have looked strange if anyone saw what was happening. A naked girl face down on the ground with her ass and articulatio coxae getting pounded into the footing. Andrew made sure this girls cunt and ass were well worked over as she was a lilliputian fighter. When done with her she lay motionless on the supergrass. Her torso stained green and rose hip bruised from the squeezing fingerbreadth of Andrew.

Andrew left. He would probably come back at some point to visit the Felis concolor mother .