Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2011 09:09:40 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once Upon a Crime. Chapter Two

     It was now when Morris, the brother of Mavis turned up. Now I had
known for some time that she had a brother but she had been quite vague as
to where he was, but I soon found out from him after he had been back a
couple of days.
     He'd spent the last five years in prison for burglary which gave me
much thought that he might just be agreeable to help me. He helped me in
another way though I think it was for his pleasure more than mine. I'd been
staying at the flat for a couple of days and was left alone with him as
Mavis still had work to go to.
     `Do you like fucking Mavis?' he asked me after breakfast.
     `Yes,' I replied and then had him shock me.
     `Would you like to fuck me too?' he asked. I was gob smacked.
     `Er...I don't know what to say,' I stuttered, trying to get my mind
round what he had asked.
     `Just say yes. You've fucked her so why not fuck the brother. You'll
like it,' he said, and I wondered if he was having me on.
     `Er, er, have you done much of this then?' I asked, not really
thinking of what to say
     `Oh yes. Nearly every day while inside. I didn't like it at first but
came to love having a strong man up behind me and you look quite strong,
and knowing my sister guess that you've got a big cock.' I didn't quite
know what to say. `You'll like it, I promise you. I'll even suck on you
too.' Now I've had a woman suck on me and I did enjoy that, but with
another man doing it? The sucking I could say yes to, but the fucking of
him? `Come on. You'll enjoy it,' he said standing up and taking hold of my
hand. For some reason which I can't account for, I stood up and let him
lead me into what was his bedroom. My mind was all in a whirl and had
butterflies in my stomach as he stroked the front of my trousers, alarmed
at having my body respond to his touch. `It feels big,' he said as he began
to undo the front of my trousers and I just couldn't seem to move to stop
him and had him pull my erection fully out and have him appear to weigh it
in his hand before he suddenly went down onto his knees and took the head
of it into his mouth.
     God, it was an incredible feeling to have the heat from his mouth
surround the head and to feel his tongue move over the bare flesh as his
lips pushed the foreskin back. I couldn't move as I stood there looking
down at his head that was moving up and down on my cock head and could help
but stroke his hair as he moved on me.
     `That's a lovely cock you've got,' he said as he suddenly released me
standing up, me feeling the cool air waft over the exposed flesh of my now
really throbbing cock. `Please, please fuck me with it,' he asked as he
started undoing the top of my trousers and pulling them down along with my
underpants. I now couldn't stop him from undoing the buttons of my shirt
and pushing it back off my shoulders. His hand stroked them as they were
revealed and was surprised when he bent his head and gave a nipple a kiss
and suck before moving back and quickly taking his clothes off till he
stood naked before me and helped me get what was left of my clothes off.
     He only had to reach back to pick up a condom already out of its
wrapper and he expertly rolled it down on my erection and I was quite
bemused at how quickly things had moved as he pulled me by my erection to
the bed and he got on, pulling me on too.
     `Now use that lovely cock you've got,' he said with a smile as he
licked his lips as he moved up onto his knees, sticking his bum in the
air. His legs were apart and I automatically shuffled on my knees to get in
between them. It was if I was outside myself, seeing my hands spread the
cheeks of his bum to see the entrance to his backside and then watch as the
covered head went to it and slowly began to move and disappear inside him.
     I felt the head being compressed as it went in to then feel the
tightness and heat of his inner body, also feeling his muscle flexing round
the shaft as I went as far in as I could go until my thighs were tight up
to his bum cheeks. It was incredible finding out the difference between
where I now was and that of being inside Mavis or any other woman. The
tightness fully surrounding my cock and not the slackness though he only
had the one muscle to squeeze me whereas a woman had more inside her
vagina.
     With my hands holding his hips, began moving myself in and out of that
tight orifice and true to his word, I was enjoying this fucking of him. So
much so that I soon peaked and was ramming myself up to him as hard as I
could, my cock throbbing away as I came inside him, jerking away till I
came to a full stop, breathing heavily as I leaned over his back. He had
been crooning away as I had fucked him and now he gave out a small cry as I
pulled myself out of him.
     `You lovely man,' he said as he quickly turned round and with some
tissues, pulled the condom off me and went down and took the head of my
sperm coated cock into his mouth to suck and squeeze me till I was
completely empty of semen and even got him licking the head clean, finally
giving it a kiss before straightening up and looking at me with a smile on
his face. `You even taste nice,' he said as I sat there on the back of my
heels, feeling a bemused smile on my face at having just fucked another man
up the backside. But he had been right for I had enjoyed the experience and
wouldn't say no to fucking him again when he wanted it.
     Which I did the next day. I'd already fucked Mavis before we got up
for breakfast, getting a kiss from her before she went off to work and an
hour later was once again behind Morris having my cock up his backside
giving him what he wanted and me loving the tightness round my cock when it
was up inside him.
     But now I was off looking for a jewellers that was ripe for robbing
and didn't return to the flat for several days, spending those nights at my
own home after inspecting a couple of towns outside of London. There was
one that look okay for this because within looking distance from this shop
was a café where I could sit and watch to see the pattern of the people who
worked there.
     This took up three days of my watching, seeing that only three people
worked there. A young man would turn up about ten to nine followed a minute
or two later by a young woman before an elderly man arrived who must have
been the manager or owner to open up the grill before opening the door and
guess that he was unsetting the alarm. A few minutes later after going
inside, the young man would come out and unlock the window grills and push
them up to roll into the top covers.
     I didn't need to go inside for I had been able to see the layout
through the windows when the place was empty. Three glass cabinets that
acted as counters, one each side and one facing the door. Behind this one
was one of those glass windows that had vertical stripes on it that were
frosted on the shop side but it enabled anyone behind to see quite clearly,
the interior of the shop without being observed.
     With breakfast over, I would leave the café but return to watch what
the shop occupants did for their lunch period. This too was soon apparent
for at five to one, the young woman would leave the shop and come over to
the café and stay about five minutes while she collected a tray that
contained three plates of food before returning to the shop. They closed up
at five.
     So having observed this pattern for quite a few days over the
following two weeks, made my plans to hit the place. I now had to work on
Mavis to see if she would help in this for I know that Morris would be all
for it. But would he with what I had planned in my mind, that was more to
the point. I would rather have three of us in the shop at the lunch time
and have one more man to be the driver of the car we would need to get
away. But first it was Morris I had to get to say yes and then the pair of
us could work on Mavis. Her I needed because of her make-up skill for I
needed to be changed, facially. I also wanted Morris to be changed too but
I wouldn't say anything until we had got Mavis to agree to come in with us.
     The next night I stayed over in the flat and as predicted, Morris
asked the following morning if I would fuck him. I had no qualms now of
getting up on the bed behind him and stuffing my condom clad prick up his
backside for I now enjoyed this fucking of him and having him suck on me
too. So in the slow process of moving myself in and out, I mulled over at
how to approach him on this venture of mine.
     Should I deny fucking him when he next asked? No, for that was a kind
of blackmail and it could cause friction if he said no. First would be if
he was prepared to risk getting caught and going to prison again? That was
the real stumbling block and thinking of other things made me last that
much longer in my fucking of him and he was doubly pleased that I lasted
twice as long in having my cock stuck up inside him before coming.
     With his cry of me pulling out of him I had to ask if I had caused him
some hurt which wasn't the problem, he told me, it was a cry for the loss
of the wonderful tool that had just given him the utmost pleasure of male
sex. Though he did say that sucking on a rampant cock like mine came a
close second, especially when I came in his mouth for him to really taste
the inner me before swallowing it.
     With the condom pulled off me he went down as usual to suck and clean
up the head of my cock and gave me a big smile when he'd finished and risen
to his knees in front of me. On an impulse, I pulled him forward and kissed
him which came as a surprise to him I think.
     After that, there was no holding him back from smothering me in kisses
as he stroked my chest and as far down as he could reach, telling me that
he now loved me even more. It was having him in this frame of mind that as
we lay down stroking each other I asked him about his burglaries' and how
he went about it. Which struck me as being rather foolish in the way he did
so and not having learned by it being his second time caught in the act. He
hadn't done his homework properly in studying the place he was going to
burgle. With it being his second time caught was why he was sent down for
five years in prison. It was this time in prison being virtually forced to
give his backside to his cell mate that had turned him into a homosexual. I
had to suppress a giggle for if he did agree to joining me, I was going to
almost turn him into a transvestite as well. But I didn't mention this at
the time for first I had to get Mavis in on this and in needing his help in
this, told him what I had planned to do.
     He was delighted in not only having me fuck him as well as kissing, he
was all for joining in this escapade and robbing a shop in broad
daylight. It made a difference from breaking into a house or warehouse in
the middle of the night. Though I then thought it prudent to see about us
getting a driver first and asked Morris if through his prison contacts, he
knew of a reliable man to steal a car for us to use and then dispose of it.
     He knew of three off the cuff and said that he would sound them out
over the next couple of days, so I stayed at the flat, seeing to the sexual
needs of Mavis at night in bed and of Morris during the day while she was
out at work. He finally picked one man by the name of Patrick Tonkin who he
brought to the house one day. He liked the plan at not actually having him
doing the robbery and was quite prepared to be the driver, though he laid
down his own rules in regarding this.
     First he would go up north to either Birmingham, Liverpool or
Manchester and look for the most commonly used car in the area and also
used down south. He would make notes of various number plates of the
selected car before he stole the one he wanted. He would drive it down to
London and garage it until needed and there, change the number plate to one
of those noted down. This would then be fitted to the car. He would also
make another set of plates with another set of numbers of another car so
that as soon as we were out of the immediate area of the theft, stop the
car and put on this other set of plates in case anybody had noted the ones
used in the robbery. It made sense I thought. He also stated that nobody
touched or entered the car without wearing gloves because of fingerprints,
again, this was the most sensible thing to do. After the robbery and us
dropped off in London, he would then drive this car to somewhere on the
south coast and leave it to be found but wouldn't tie it to us in any way.
     He was hired.