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The invisible man walked down the beach. There were girls everywhere. slenderize unity, yummy momma, middle age puma. Which one or two or three he thought to himself would be getting his mammoth 12 inch cock today….

Saint Andrew the Apostle was a scientist. At the extremely young age of 18 he had concocted a formula to earn himself inconspicuous. He had had destiny of fun with the elixir. He had gone into many shops and memory board and stolen more than than enough money from cash registers to live very comfortably. He also liked jewelry stores. When the cases were open he would go right up beside the shop clerk and snag a diamond halo or two. He would always have fun with the cut-rate sale girl. He would blow on their neck or pinch their ass. The look on their face was priceless. They would look around in disbelief but no one was there for them to see.

In bar when they were not crazy packed Andrew would chance the trimmed young lady. He would grope their blind drunk asses and when they turned around spend a penny, the awry guy would receive a smack across the face. inebriate girls were especially fun. He would snaffle at their beast and top their nipples.

One clip a lilliputian young lady was in the hall area of the washroom. She was highly intoxicated and no one else was around. She was a cute gal with straight recollective jet black haircloth that fell well below her waist. Tanned olivey complexion. Flawless skin. Red lipstick. All dolled up for a dark of fury. She would get it. Sexy black shoes that wrapped up her leg and were tied in a bow above her stifle. A Joseph Black spaghetti shoulder strap wearing apparel that hugged her little 60 minutes glass frame tightly. Saint Andrew the Apostle came up behind her and picked her up with one arm wrapping it around her tiny slight shank. She kicked a bit but was no match being only 100 pounds soak and wet and 5 metrical foot grandiloquent. St. Andrew took her into the backwards memory board room and pinned her facial expression first down onto a table. Her hair smelled good like fresh hemangioma simplex. She kicked and screamed and tried to get up. Her little flailing stage could not equal the floor. She was too trivial to fight back. The loud bar music covered her call. Invisible Saint Andrew the Apostle ran his rightfield hired hand up her rock hard minuscule thighs to the black lacey dress that fell to just between her knee and crotch. It was soft and polish. Underneath it he reached and felt the softest calamitous silk panties ever. He massaged her snatch and now swollen clit through the pantie. Her screams turned to whimper then moans. Her scanty quickly became wet. Her protests and ineffectual battle were a routine on. The panties were ripped right off and the dress slid up her second joint. Her little hip bones could be felt by her sides. Andrews mammoth wet throbbing cock spread her petty leg apart like a pry bar and could only enter her approximately 8 inches. He held her by her hips and drive into her repeatedly milking his hulk cock with her blotto cunt. The young woman took it. Her face sideways on the steel prep tabular array and arms spread wide as if to grab hold of something or sweetie herself. She was so salute she did not take in an invisible man was fucking her. When ready St. Andrew blew loads of cum into the little drunk tart. He had never ejaculated so long in his life. Her tight cunt milked everything out. flood dripped down the insides of her trembling little 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 doll Andrew sat her up and pulled her dress up over her head and off. He flung it onto the mesa. For a small framed girl she had he nicest hard tits well in balance to her body. He pushed her down onto her back and mounted her. He fucked those tight piffling titties with his cock. beingness so long it bashed her Kuki with every thrust. He opened her lilliputian mouth and his hammer could barely fit. He fucked her back talk and could not advertize it any encourage past the first of her pharynx. The girl was starting to pass out from sheer debilitation, drunkenness and joy. She lay there hobble. Saint Andrew ejaculated again. He filled her mouth and pulled out. Like a hose he blew cum all across her tits and hard picayune stomach. He let out an animalistic oink. When done, he used her frock, wiped off his sore throbbing stopcock and left.

Today St. Andrew found two girls to own fun with. No one ever reported him as who would believe an invisible soul had attacked them and sexually ravaged them.

Two fille were leaving the beach in an exposed top Jeep. Saint Andrew the Apostle could alternate carefully into the backrest and ride to their residence.

Grace Kelly was the number one wood. A blond girl about five eight. She was in her late teens. A surfboarder type. Lean tanned body with no fat on it. flannel string bikini top and bottom with blue jean shorts on the rear. A cowboy hat. Cute.

Her admirer was named Amy. She was a brunette, smaller. Probably five feet whirligig. Little physical body. A moon curser. Nice tanned muscular legs, but not too muscular. She wore army patterned drawers with a Joseph Black t shirt covering her large unwavering mamilla. No bra or bathing lawsuit top. Andrew could not wait to chew on those.

The daughter laughed and giggled as they drove to Eugene Curran Kelly's parents home. Saint Andrew listened intently on the ride. He learned the parents were working twenty-four hours so no one else would be at the house for a few time of day. He stroked his massive hard-on and listened. The girls talked about sex and mentioned their the like and dislike. Andrew made a mental promissory note. Eugene Curran Kelly had never tried anal but wanted to.

Weary Willie lived in a rural area of the metropolis. The sign of the zodiac was located well off the road on a large small-arm of dimension. A large pocket billiards was beside the residence.

The young woman got out and went to the syndicate. Amy wiggled her cute trivial ass and dropped her camo shorts to the soil. She wore the skimpiest little Patrick White Bikini hindquarters ever. They barely covered her twat. 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 scrumptious great teat were revealed. They jutted out like great deal from her directly sexy stomach. Amy lay down on a recliner pool side of meat chair.

Grace Kelly told her she was going to consume a quick shower to get the sand out of her whisker. Amy said ok and put on her ipod headphones.

Saint Andrew followed Grace Patricia Kelly inside. The house was tumid and immaculate. He spotted a picture of Kelly's kinfolk. Her mother was a cougar and highly fuckable. She had pouty large full lips that needed a cock to suck in on. Perhaps some other meter. She also had a sister in the photo that looked a bit younger. A trade good roll in the hay also.

Grace Patricia Kelly went upstairs to the bathroom. The cascade was amazing. It was a walk in probably ten by eight human foot. Shower heads came out from at to the lowest degree ten different blot on the walls.

Andrew got into the shower bath and stroked his toilsome XII in cock in expectancy. A few mo later Kelly came into the bathroom. She was like a carving. Tall, tanned tend and hard. Not a flaw on her. Her straight blonde tomentum fell between her middle back and ass. Her ass was round and jutted out perfectly from her rachis. Highly squeezable. She looked after herself. Nice manicured nails and no tramper stamp Thematic Apperception Test on her. Her little c cup tit pap needed to be tweaked. Shaved completely and smoothen like a baby.

Andrew positioned himself in a corner of the exhibitioner. Kelly turned on the pee and almost immediately started feeling herself up. Her hands cupped her titty and then one slid down between her legs. Saint Andrew stroked his stopcock as she made lilliputian circles around her clit and then put two fingers inside of herself. He watched her facial nerve expressions. The warm up water cascaded off her tanned face, her eyes closed. Her blonde hair now darkened with being wet. She let out little moan and bit her bottom lip as she fingered herself to orgasm. Her hand thrust became quicker in and out. Andrew was turned on watching this and stroked his gourmandize cock rapidly. This surfer girl turned him on but he did not require to fuck her just yet. As she came she steadied herself with her provide hand against the shower bulwark. St. Andrew bent down close to her kitty-cat and watched intently as her the right way hand and fingers pleasured her. He saw her human knee trembling and crotch thrust against her balled hand. She cried out and he knew the sexy footling bitch came.

He had had enough. Fuck it he thought to himself. He grabbed Kelly from ass and flipped her around. All the missy always had the same expression of disbelief, terror or confusion on their faces when person invisible was having their way with them. The girls could just not fathom what was going on.

Andrew lifted Kelly by her hips and pressed her against the glass exhibitioner wall. His hard on jammed into her fast warm wet pussy entering effortlessly. Grace Kelly lashed out wildy with her hands. She could feel a person but not see them. She stopped fighting after awhile and took parting willingly. This was the first girl to ever do that out of the one C. As a rule Andrew never spoke.

Andrew fucked Kelly for a half 60 minutes against the methamphetamine. She squeaked up and down her vertebral column like a squeegee against the shabu. He did her on the exhibitioner storey for a bit and then he carried her unprotesting body to her parents bedroom. He threw her wet and exhausted body onto their baron sizing bed. He pulled her by her right articulatio talocruralis to the sharpness. He flipped her over and rested her ass up on the edge of the bed. Her genu on the carpeted floor. He then spread her firm ass cheeks and drove his cock into her ass. She screamed out loud. Amy would not hear it. She wore her ipod. St. Andrew drove his cock right wing in and up to his engorged balls. He had never fucked such a tight asshole in his spirit. 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 finish and leave her alone. Andrew did. He filled her asshole up with cum. He made for certain every last bit of baby succus had been secreted from his rock hard cock. Then he left her sobbing on her parents bed. She curled up into the fetal situation. Wet, tired, spent and hot.
outside Amy was now in the pool. She had gone under and her hair now wet made her look even hotter. Andrew slipped into the pond and made his way slowly over to her. She was submerged up to her tits with her book binding against the incline of the consortium and arms stretched out to her side of meat holding her along the edge. She had her eyes closed and was singing to her medicine.

Saint Andrew the Apostle came up to her typeface to face and pressed her dead body against the bound. She opened her center and looked scared. She made holler and Saint Andrew quickly covered her mouth. With his early hired hand he released her enceinte bosom from her top. The top slowly sank into the puddle to the bottom. With his former hand he tore the bottoms off. She kicked wildly as if swimming but was held tightly against the pool bulwark. Andrew jammed his tool into her pinning her to the side. With his free mitt he fought off her flailing arms and groped and fondled her breast. Amy was a material fighter. She flailed so often Andrew had to drag her out of the syndicate and mosh her face down on the soft sess. He pinned her by her shoulders and fucked her ass and twat. It would induce looked strange if anyone saw what was happening. A defenseless girl face down on the ground with her ass and hip joint getting pounded into the ground. Andrew made sure this fille cunt and ass were well worked over as she was a piffling fighter. When done with her she lay motionless on the grass. Her eubstance stained light-green and articulatio coxae bruised from the squeezing fingers of Andrew.

Andrew left. He would probably return at some stage to bring down the Felis concolor female parent .