Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2011 19:50:26 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once Upon a Crime. Chapter Three.

     So now it was down to Mavis. First I asked her to use her skill and
make-up to give me a good looking scar on the left hand side of my
face. Not a livid one, but make it look as though it was an old one and not
very pronounceable but would be noticed by anyone looking at me.
     Straight away she wanted to know why and I told her to do that first
and if it looked okay, I would tell her. She was a bit miffed at me not
there and then telling her the why and so she sat me down and within twenty
minutes, I had a terrific looking scar on my left cheek running from the
lower eye lid down to the corner of my mouth. It was perfect. She was
aghast at what I told her I was going to do and all that evening and the
following two, for it was a weekend, I had told her of my plan and that I
needed two women to be with me when we raided the place. I got Morris to
put his oar in by saying that he was going to go with me and that we
already had a driver.
     `You said that you wanted two women and one man. Well you are the man
and I would be one of the women. Who would be the other one?' The question
I was waiting to be asked.
     `Well with you being an artist in make-up, thought of you making up
Morris. He has such a pretty face and I'm sure he would look the perfect
woman when you'd finished with him.'
     `You've got to be joking,' Morris exclaimed, sitting back in his
chair. `You can't really be serious?'
     `I am,' I said. `You would look perfect. I can see you now in a dress
and made up just like a woman. Yes, perfect.'
     `No!' he cried.
     `Yes,' I said, getting up from the chair that was in front of
Mavis. `Now sit here,' I said quite forcibly, `and let's see if I'm right,'
and I gave my lips a lick as I looked at him and I think that this gesture
meant more to him than I thought, and found out later that I was
right. Muttering under his breath, he got up from where he he'd been
sitting and sat down where I had been sitting and with an amused look on
her face, Mavis proceeded to turn Morris's face and features into that of a
woman.
     `Perfect,' I exclaimed at seeing the end result. `With a wig and dress
on, nobody would ever think that it was a man,' and gave him a grin which,
rather reluctantly, he gave one back to me after seeing the finished
product for himself in the mirror.
     So it was fixed with the three of us and Patrick though he preferred
to be called Pat, were ready to do our first robbery. But before we did, I
did another reconnoitre of our target to see if they still kept to the same
format as before and was pleased that they did.
     Pat now went up north and had a car ready by the next afternoon with
the spare set of plates in the car. I told them of the layout of the shop
and what our roles were. Morris, dressed and made up as a women would enter
with me at exactly fifteen minutes to one o'clock. The reason I had Morris
with me was so that he didn't have to speak. Mavis would wait until the
young girl left the shop to go to the café when it was then time for her to
enter the shop. This would then bring the older man out from the back to
attend to her. We would study what was on display, also having an item or
two brought out from the back for me to look at until the young girl
returned with their lunch. She would be let in and by having all three out
in the shop, that was when we would pull out our guns.
     Now this was the first time that I had mentioned this about us having
guns, but I explained that they were fake that I had bought earlier though
they didn't know that the one that I would carry was a real one I had
purloined whilst in the army. I had to have a real one in case I needed to
fire off a shot into the ceiling to get their co-operation in doing as they
were told. The three of us would be wearing top coats that had a flattened
bag hung inside to carry off the loot. We also had hammers to break the
glass counters instead of fumbling for catches but we got even more than
just the display cases.
     The time came and all was ready. Pat had dropped us off and stayed
within eyesight of the shop front to wait for the first of us to emerge
before picking us up. If he heard the alarm go off, he was to come
immediately as we would then be in a hurry to get away. I gave the arm of
Morris a squeeze and said he looked lovely as we walked towards the shop on
time and he said that my scar made me look rather dashing.
     To enter the shop, there was a button to press for the person behind
the counter to press the release mechanism of the front door to let us in,
which duly happened, and we looked in a the things on display under the
glass counter.
     On time as Morris and I looked at a few things, the girl came out from
the back with a tray and went out of the shop. A minute passed before the
buzzer sounded with Mavis outside. She too had altered her features with
make-up and as the assistant pressed the release button called out to the
older man that there was another customer.
     Mavis asked to see a necklace that was on display in the front window
and as he was getting this out, the girl returned with her full tray. Our
young man pressed the button which allowed her in and when the door closed
behind her was when we pulled out our guns.
     I was quickly round the counter I was at, pushing the gun into the
young man's midriff, pushing him away from the counter. Morris did the same
on the other side, getting the older man away from the counter and pushed
him towards the back room as I was doing to the other man. Mavis grabbed
hold of the girl who had dropped the tray and dragged her to where we
gathered in the back room.
     Here I hit the older man in the midriff with my fist, doubling him up
so it was easy to push him to the floor and get some thin twine from my
coat to tie his hands behind him. The other two seeing this, almost fell
onto their knees of their own accord as they too had their hands tied
behind their backs.
     Morris and Mavis then taking their bags out from their coats, went
back out into the shop and began smashing the counters and quickly filling
their bags. I, in the meantime, were fitting gags on the three tied up
staff on the floor before going to the open safe and scooping all the
contents out into my bag, including cash which I found in a drawer.
     With the safe empty and my bag full, I went back out into the shop to
find that the display cases were virtually empty and they too had full
bags. Mavis went out of the shop first for Pat to see her as he came to a
stop outside of the door, Morris and I came out and into the back seat of
the car before he took off at a reasonably slow pace to start with so as
not to draw attention to us suddenly speeding away.
     Both Morris and Mavis had been wearing gloves and so didn't leave any
prints and I hadn't touched anything where I could have left mine. The
first thing I did was to put my gun into the bag beneath my feet and as we
drove out of town, Mavis, using wipes, cleaned off the scar from my face.
     What a happy quartet we were as we drove out of town and onto a side
road where we eventually pulled in to a lay-by and by us all getting out
and inspecting the rear of the car as though there was a problem when in
fact we were concealing Pat while he changed the number plate. We then did
the same at the front and it only took a few minutes before we were off
again and onto the motorway for London.
     We couldn't stop praising each other at a successful heist and it
wasn't long before Pat dropped us off at the flat for him to then drive the
car off down to the coast to abandon it before coming back by train with
the promise to call in the following day.
     Mavis couldn't wait to drag me into her bedroom after we had dropped
the full bags on the floor of the sitting room. I gave Morris a helpless
look as I was pulled off to the bedroom where she almost tore my clothes
off in her haste to have me fuck her, such was her euphoria and post
excitement at such a successful raid. Her clothes were off in record time
and I was quickly pulled onto the bed and on top of her and soon had my own
throbbing cock needing the same release that she wanted. It didn't take
much humping to have her screaming out at her orgasm as her fingers almost
clawed my back to ribbons with me coming inside her at the same time. Even
when I pulled out, it wasn't enough and she was soon upside down to me,
sucking on my still hard erection, slobbering away and almost chewing me to
bits while I had her fanny over my face to suck, nibble and tongue her till
she had another orgasm and by this time she was chewing on a semi flaccid
prick.
     With her having had two orgasms in that short time on the bed, I
managed to extricate myself from underneath her and staggered out into the
sitting room bollock naked for I badly needed a drink. I didn't care now at
Morris seeing me naked and he looked down at my crotch to see that limp
prick there and gave me a sick smile.
     `Will you see to me next?' he asked as he sat there sorting out the
different types of jewellery we had stolen. He had taken his wig off but
still looked like a woman sitting there.
     `Give me a minute or two or maybe an hour, for she really drained me,'
I said, flopping down with a full glass which I almost downed in one go.
     `Two for one and an hour for the other,' he said with a smile as he
licked his lips and then I twigged as to why a few days ago he had licked
his lips when he agreed to join me. He wanted me to suck on him! I gave out
a groan and knew that I should now pay the piper and so I got up as I
finished off my drink and went off towards his bedroom with him close
behind me. He had not only worn this dress which he took off as soon as we
had entered, but had gone the whole hog and was wearing a bra, no doubt
padded, a suspender belt and stockings and it looked a little incongruous
to see his erect cock sticking out with him wearing this female attire.
     I guessed that we wouldn't be disturbed by Mavis for at least an hour
with her being really fucked out of her mind in having two orgasms in such
a short space of time, but my cock needed that time to become erect again
to be of any use to Morris, but it was his licking of his lips that told me
he wanted me to suck on him.
     So with both of us naked on the bed, I did, for the first time, take
another man's erect cock into my mouth to suck. I'm sure he forgave me for
my lack of expertise in doing this, but I actually got a thrill at doing
this to a man for the first time. Feeling the heat from it and the way that
it throbbed in my mouth as I tried to suck and tongue him the way that he
had previously done to me.
     Such was my inexperience in this, he pulled himself out of my mouth
and turned round on the bed and took the whole length of my flaccid penis
into his mouth and began to gently chew on it. With his cock waving about
before my eyes had no option but to take it in once again and then began to
copy what he was doing to me. I got a perverse thrill at being able to push
his foreskin down as he did to me, with my lips and therefore able to run
my tongue over the bared flesh.
     What a shock I got when he suddenly jerked and I had him come in my
mouth with the first burst of his semen. I nearly choked as it hit the back
of my throat and then to have more adding to the load that was trying to
slide down my throat. I nearly bit the end of his cock off at this sudden
flood of sperm that seemed to fill my mouth and not wanting to upset him by
pulling off and letting the rest spray wherever, I went and swallowed what
I had in there.
     `What a lovely, lovely man you are,' he said, releasing my cock to
feel the cool air to be able to speak before going back down on my now semi
erect piece. Such was his expertise in this area, it only took another
couple of minutes before he had me up into an erect and fucking mode.
     `There,' he said with some satisfaction in his voice, `up from the
dead and now capable of seeing to me as it saw to Mavis.' He turned round
on the bed and presented me with his bum cheeks. `Come on! Give me the same
as you gave to her and make me a happy bunny.'
     I dragged myself up onto my knees and shuffled behind him and as I
parted the cheeks of his bum to look at the target, I looked down and my
now erect cock and exclaimed. `I haven't got a condom on!'
     `Fuck the fucking condom,' he almost shouted from between gritted
teeth. `Just fuck me as we are and let me really feel you, especially when
you come inside me.'
     It was a rather painful entry for me with my foreskin being pushed
back as I pushed forward, opening him up without any lubrication and must
have been a bit painful for him too, for he gave out a gasp as I widened
his back passage as my compressed head now forced its way inside until it
was there and the rest of the shaft slid in smoothly until I had my thighs
up against the cheeks of his bum, revelling in the inside heat and the
solidness that surrounded my engorged cock.
     Fucking a man up the arse without a condom I thought was a no-no, but
it was too late now for I was up there and therefore carried on and gave
him as good a fuck as I could. Because it hadn't been long since I'd fucked
his sister, I took nearly twice as long before I came and shot my fresh
load of semen up into his backside.
     You're now deep in the shit, I muttered as though able to speak to the
sperm that thought they had a chance of fertilizing an egg, but you are
too, I added to myself, by not wearing a condom, but I must say, I got a
much better feel in this fucking mode than when I was wearing a condom.
     With me now utterly spent and feeling exhausted, couldn't but help to
fall onto his back causing him to collapse under me. We lay prone like this
for several minutes, feeling his inside muscle flexing itself around the
shaft of my cock, making me give it a twitch inside.
     `Stay there and keep moving for I think I can come again,' he gasped,
so I moved my arms up under his armpits so that I could grasp his shoulders
and used them to pull myself up as I resumed my shafting of him. It was not
as much movement of my cock inside him as I rode him in this fashion but it
was my movement causing our bodies to rock which rubbed his erection on the
bed cover. He gave out a gurgle and panted, `Harder, harder. I'm nearly
there,' and so increased my movement on top of him till he gave out a muted
cry and felt his whole body from going rigid into a softness which told me
that he had indeed come over the bed cover.
     God was I knackered or not? I couldn't even lift my arms let alone my
body as I lay there on top, my cock still twitching away inside him of its
own volition. It was only when it sank in that I was stuck up his arse
without a condom on that gave me the strength to extricate my arms and
lever myself up and therefore pull out of him. He gave out that muted cry
as I did so and it was all I could do to totter to the bathroom and leaned
against the basin and flop my cock over the rim and turn on the tap to wash
myself. It must have been a good five minutes of really cleaning the head
before I wiped myself clean and reeled back into the bedroom.
     I didn't dare fall onto the bed for I wouldn't have been able to get
up again and so fumbled with my clothes and slowly got dressed. Looking at
Morris lying there in an almost comatose state wearing his female
underwear, he really looked like a woman lying there in spite of not
wearing the wig and I couldn't help but stroke the cheeks of his bum before
speaking.
     `You'd better get up too for we don't want Mavis to see you like
this,'
     `I don't care,' he murmured, turning his face towards me. `I'm in love
with the man that just fucked me.'
     Oh shit, I inwardly groaned. First the sister telling me she's in love
with me and now her brother saying the same thing. What kind of web have I
woven was the thought I had, having both brother and sister saying they
were in love with me.
     But he stirred and started to move in the getting up as I left the
bedroom to go and get myself another drink for I was rather thirsty and
wondered if it was because of his sperm that I'd had in my mouth. Well it
wasn't the taste for there was hardly any, but whatever, I was still
thirsty and had drunk two glasses before he came out, now dressed as a
male. As I was alone in the sitting room, he came over and pulled my head
round and gave me a deep kiss on the lips.
     `Thanks,' he said, `for the thrill of the robbery and the love that
you have just given me.' I had no answer to give him for it certainly
wasn't love. I had just been supplying what he and I both wanted, though I
discounted my going down and sucking on his erect cock as it wasn't what I
had really wanted. But it was done now and there was no turning back
knowing that he would now expect me to do this on a regular basis.