Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2011 08:50:56 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Chasing a Shadow. Chapter Two.

   It was a couple of weeks before Ray Nichols, the refuse collector
remembered the photo he had found, and pulled it out of his work clothes
before getting into bed.

   `Look what I found in the garbage the other day,' he said to his partner
Darren, passing it across to him and stroking the erection that was lying
up on the stomach next to him. `He's nearly as big as you.'

   `Hmmm,' murmured Darren, looking at the picture, knowing that he wasn't
on seeing it. `Could be. Who is it?'

   `Not the slightest idea. It came out of a bag that had split,' Ray said,
now slowly using his hand on Darren's erection.

   `It's got the number forty four on the back,' Darren said turning it
over, but then cast it aside as he felt Ray's hot mouth take the head of
his cock into his hot mouth and gave himself up to the pleasure of being
given head by his love, Ray.

*

   With the pictures coming out fine, Patrick went and bought a scrap book
and pasted the face of William at the head of the first double page and
underneath, wrote down the name, age, address and other trivia that he'd
learned from him. On the opposite page, he pasted the other pictures of his
cock being sucked on and of him up the backside of William.

   That had been the start. He was now up to page eighty eight, this
holding the face picture of W.P.C. Judy Sharpe, with all her details
written beneath. On the opposite page was of her lying naked on her bed
with a big smile on her face as he had taken the picture. Beneath this was
of her with his cock in her mouth and the next of her on her knees with him
stuck up inside of her, her tits clearly seen as he had fucked her. These
all had the date written beside them. There was room left for the next two
pictures that he would take later.

   This latest set of pictures brought his total up to ten men and thirty
four women that the scrapbook held. Of the latter, most of the odd numbered
pages of these, held five pictures and he flipped back to pages four and
five that held the first woman of the book.

   Muriel Tomkins, the picture of her smiling face was taken nearly three
and half years ago. Twenty four and single and now an unmarried mother. The
pictures on page five showed her in the same positions as Judy Sharpe but
with two additional photos. He captured this fourth one as she came out of
the library where she worked, and it was most obvious that she was
pregnant. The last being of a child in a pram which she had later given
birth to. Patrick's first offspring, and had been given the name of Mary.

   Muriel was the first woman that he tried his hypnotism on, and it
worked. He'd been in the library where she worked and on seeing her body
profile, had gotten an erection. It wasn't her face that caught his eye,
but her breasts, pushing out the front of her blouse that had aroused him.

   He'd gone back to the library the next afternoon, late, carrying a bag
that held his camera and tripod and lingered amongst the book shelves until
he was told that he was the last person inside and it was time to leave as
it was closing time.

   He picked a book at random and went to the desk where she stamped its
withdrawal and smiled at him as she passed the book back to him. He smiled
in return and looked into her eyes.

   `What beautiful eyes you have,' he said to Muriel, holding her gaze and
felt a thrill run through him as he saw her eyes do that slight change of
colour and go somewhat opaque. `As you are now closing up, can I have the
honour of escorting you home?'

   `Yes,' she smiled back at him. `It'll only take a few minutes for me to
close the place.' He waited at the desk, full of anticipation as she went
into the office behind the desk and saw the library's lights start to go
out and she came back out with her coat and her handbag, which he held for
her as she put the coat on. `Just the front door to lock up now,' she said,
taking her handbag back and getting out a set of keys. They went out and
she set the alarm in the lobby and quickly ushered him out so that she
could lock the main door before the alarm set itself.

   `Do you live far from here?' he asked, offering her his arm, knowing
full well where she lived, having followed her the previous evening.

   `No. Just a few blocks away,' she replied, accepting his arm, putting
hers through his. He made small talk on the way to where she lived for he
would get more personal details later on the pocket recorder he had with
him.

   `I could murder a cup of coffee,' he said when they reached her place so
it made it most natural to invite him in for a cup. It was when they were
inside and she had taken her coat off that he took her into his arms and
kissed her. `I've been wanting to kiss you since I first saw you,' he said
as they broke it off, her eyes shining with what she'd just received. And
they will shine brighter later, he thought as he kissed her again, moving a
hand up and covering one of those fine breasts. She gave out a small groan
as he rubbed his hand across the front, feeling the nipple rise up even
though it was still enclosed inside her bra.

   `Oh Patrick,' she said softly as he pulled her close to him so that she
could feel the erection that he had inside his trousers. More rubbing of
her tit made her give out a moan and lean closer into him, really pressing
her groin up to his.

   `Let's go to bed,' he whispered in her ear and she didn't object and led
him into the bedroom. Neither was there any stopping of him as he began to
slowly take her clothes off. Undoing the buttons of her blouse and slipping
it off her shoulders as she pulled the bottom free from her skirt. It was
dropped to the floor as he unclipped the bra and pulled it to the front and
released those wonderful pair of breasts that had first caught his eye.

   Her head went back and gave out a low groan as his lips took in one
nipple to suck and nibble on as his other hand massaged the other one. Her
hands fumbled at getting his tie undone and freeing the buttons of his
shirt. He pulled his head up from her tit as he pulled both shirt and tie
off before crushing her breasts tight up to his chest, rasping the nipples
against his chest hairs as they kissed again.

   Both were panting heavily as they broke apart and quickly stripped off
their lower clothes until both were naked and she had his full erection
pressed up to her stomach as they kissed again and moved to the bed.

   They came apart again as she fell back onto the bed, a smile on her face
and her legs apart for him to see what he would shortly be fucking.

   `Can I take some pictures of you and us together for us to remember this
night?' he asked, going to his bag which he had brought into the room with
him. She smiled and nodded up at him as her hands moved over her
breasts. So the first picture he took was of her lying there spread out on
the bed, legs open. The next was of her smiling face before he set the
camera onto the tripod and pulled her off the bed and down onto her knees.

   He was close enough to the camera to not have to set the timer as he
pushed his erection towards her lips that opened and took the head of his
cock inside her mouth. He gave out a groan as he felt her tongue rove over
the head and push the foreskin right back for her to gently chew on him. He
pushed down the button and she seemed oblivious to the flash as the picture
was taken.

   `Not too much,' he gasped, pulling himself free from her mouth and
helped her up from the floor and pushed her onto the bed. He then adjusted
the tripod and got her to get up on her knees and lean forward and then set
the timer and quickly got onto the bed and stuck his prick up into the wet
and waiting vagina and held himself still as the flash went off.

   Then he carried on and fucked her, moving himself in and out to her
moans of pleasure in being taken this way, her tits swaying to the motion
of their movements. Such was his need, he came far too soon and was soon
ramming himself tight up to her thighs as he came inside her. He fell onto
her back, forcing her down onto the bed, her vaginal muscles flexing away
like mad at his throbbing cock still deep inside her.

   She gave out a groan as she felt him pull out and he fell over onto his
back, breathing heavily as she then turned round and took his shining wet
cock head into her mouth again and sucked out what remained of his sperm.

   They lay kissing and fondling and stroking each other for an hour till
he was fully aroused again where he then took her in the missionary
position. This time, he had the staying power as he fucked her to bring her
up to an orgasm which had her bucking beneath him in the throes of this
wonderful experience.

   But it wasn't long after this that he got off the bed and put away his
camera and tripod, making a note to get a new camera where he could trigger
it by remote control. She actually begged him to stay, but he wasn't sure
how long the hypnotism would last, so got dressed and kissed her goodbye,
also thanking her for the pleasure she had given him. He also, before
leaving, had put into her lingerie drawer, a picture of his shadow having
written the number two on the back.

   The pictures came out fine and these he pasted into his scrap book as
well as the small details he had gleaned from her. The picture of her
pregnant state was taken seven months later, just before she gave up the
library job and the one of his child, three months after the birth.

*

   W.P.C. Judy Sharpe was again in the police canteen with her friend Carol
Lloyd during a tea break a few days after they last spoke there.

   `You remember me telling you about that photo I found?' Judy asked.

   `Mmm,' Carol mumbled through the pastry she was eating.

   `Well I've found something else that's rather strange.'

   `Not his name and phone number?' Carol asked.

   `No silly. I was in the bank yesterday to cash a cheque and I noticed
the stub of the previous cheque. On it, no date, I had written on it the
amount of two thousand pounds. I don't remember writing this out,' Judy
said.

   `Who was it to?' Carol asked.

   `That's the strange part. No name, just the word donation. It's in my
writing, but I don't remember doing this, for I would never give that
amount of money to any charity or fund. Besides, I would have put the name
down at least.'

   `You'd better pass this one onto the C.I.D.'  Carol told her.

   `Now you really are being silly,' Judy replied. `But it's worrying that
I can't remember signing any cheque for that amount, let alone it being a
donation of any sort,' she mused.

*

   She had in fact signed this cheque and had been told to only enter the
word donation on the stub, leaving the date out as well by none other than
Patrick Turner. He had started this scam with the woman he'd given the
picture of his shadow, number three, too. Her name being Sheila Thomas,
whose picture and details were on page six of his scrapbook.

   She was twenty years of age, single, and worked in a local chemist shop
near to where she lived. It was a month since his last sexual encounter
with Muriel Tomkins. He had gone into the shop to buy some condoms and was
struck but her youth and smiling face. As she handed him his change, he
smiled and held her hand as he leaned on the counter and look into her
eyes.

   `What a charming smile and such beautiful brown eyes you have,' he said,
holding her eyes in contact with his own, and was pleased to see the same
reaction in hers as with the other woman. `What time do you finish work?'

   `Six o'clock,' she replied.

   `Can I meet you then?' he asked.

   `Yes,' she answered, not knowing that she was under his spell, and so
she was met by Patrick when she finished work.

   Now he had already been to a camera shop where he wanted to buy a better
camera and found out the price but didn't buy it there and then because he
didn't have that amount of cash with him for it was rather expensive. So he
still had his old camera and tripod in the bag he was carrying when he met
her outside the shop when she left. He already had a photo of his shadow in
his pocket with the number three written on the back.

   He took her arm and they went off and were soon at the flat where she
lived. He was pleased that she lived alone for he hadn't checked her out
earlier and made a mental note that he must always do this first or he
could have problems.

   He got her to invite him in for coffee, but as soon as he ascertained
that she was living alone, he took her into his arms to kiss and whisper
into her ear that he wanted to make love to her. He knew she could feel
that he was more than ready as he held her tight to his body as they had
kissed and smiled as she took him through to her bedroom.

   It didn't take long between kisses for him to have her clothes off and
have her lying down naked on the bed. He then took his clothes off and
stood before her, showing her just how much he wanted her and she opened
her arms for him to get onto the bed and move in between them for her to
hold him as they kissed.

   While he lay on his side, his erection being squashed up against his
thigh, he stroked her breasts before bending down and kissing them. Not
only kissing, but sucking on her nipples, raising them up to hard points as
his right hand moved down over her stomach for his fingers to move into her
sexual parts.

   `Oh Patrick,' she groaned as his fingers worked their way over her
clitoris and strayed into her vagina. `Don't stop what you're doing.' He
didn't, but kept kissing and sucking on her tits as he brought her up to
the point where she was wanting more than his fingers inside her.

   When her legs and thighs started to make see saw motions about his
questing hand did he move and roll on top of her, not having to force her
legs open for they moved themselves to allow him to get between them. Her
breasts had been squashed by his chest that he now released by lifting
himself up and allowing his rampant cock to slip down between her thighs.

   The head of his cock easily found the entrance to her body, sliding up
in the juices that had started to seep out and she gave out a tremor as she
felt the head enter her. Both gave out a sigh as he began to slide up
inside and then he had a shock, for he found that she was a virgin. Too
late now, he said to himself as he pushed himself further in and felt the
hymen give way to a small cry from her as he turned her into a woman.

   With the breaking through this miniscule barrier, her legs came up as he
moved deeper inside until their pubes met and she gave out another sigh as
she felt him throbbing there inside her.

   She smiled up at him as they paused for a moment, his cock twitching
inside her and her now for the first time, using her vaginal muscles to
squeeze back and around that, to her, that wonderful tool that was inside
her.

   It was not only the first time to have a male organ inside her but also
the first time she had ever experienced an orgasm as he fucked her to this
joyous moment. He'd pushed and pummelled her, making her scream out with
delight as she shuddered through this first orgasm as he sent his load of
sperm deep into her till he came to a panting stop. His cock still
throbbing there as she kept flexing her internal muscles as though trying
to milk out any seed that was left in his tube.

   It was a cry of dismay as she felt him pull out and roll over onto his
back, as his glistening, still hard cock, flopped up onto his stomach. But
she was still quick to move up and turn her body round so that she could
take hold of his cock and take the head of it into her mouth to suck and
gently chew on.

   Of this, he could only take so much and so pulled her up into his arms
for them to kiss and continually stroke each other's body as she began to
calm down from this first experience of sex with a man.

   It was in this coital position that he formulated what he wanted to say,
knowing that she would be speaking the truth and yet not remember what had
transpired between them.

   `How much money have you in the bank Sheila?' he asked

   `About two thousand,' she replied, still using her hand and stroking his
limp prick. Not a lot, he thought, but enough.

   `How about making a donation to the charity trust foundation that I am
involved in?' he asked her.

   `What's that for?' she asked, rather sleepily.

   `It's a foundation set up to help battered wives and abused women. Woman
who have and are constantly being beaten up by their husbands or boyfriends
and want to get away to a place of safety. This also includes the children
that might be suffering the same.'

   `Well it sounds a good thing,' she murmured.

   `Will you give me a cheque for this?' he asked.

   `If you will give me more of this,' she replied, now really rubbing his
cock in her hand.

   `Well sign the cheque and by that time, our friend that you are holding
will be up and ready again,' he smiled as he pulled her face towards him
for another kiss.

   He broke this off to get up off the bed and helped her up and they both
walked naked into her sitting room where she got her cheque book out of a
drawer and sat down with it open.

   `What do I write?' she asked, opening the book and picking up a pen.

   `Date the cheque with today's date. Fill in, say, five hundred pounds
and sign it,' Patrick said softly. This she did and then poised the pen
above to whom the cheque should be written out for. `Now the name of the
charity is rather a long one so the bank accepts the cheque with you just
using the acronym. The full name is Caring And Safe Homes, so just put
down, C,A,S,H, and this will be accepted,' he said with a smile. This she
did, returning his smile. 'Now on the stub, just put the amount and write
down that it is a donation.' Again, she wrote down as he had dictated and
tore out the cheque and handed it over to him. He took it and bent his head
down and kissed her.

   'Now, can I take some pictures of you and of us making love for us both
to remember this glorious day together?' he asked with a smile as he helped
her up from the chair.

   `That would be nice,' she smiled back at him as they went back into the
bedroom. He put the cheque into his bag and brought out the camera and
tripod as she got back onto the bed. He used the camera first to take a
picture of her smiling up at the camera and then another one of her lying
there, full length with her legs parted for this reclining shot.

   Then he fixed the camera to the tripod and made sure that it was in the
right position for the next picture he wanted to take. Before setting the
timer, he moved to the bed and got her to turn over and get up onto her
knees. He checked again to see that the position was right before pressing
the button and quickly got onto the bed behind her and shoved his erection
up into her in this doggie position. It was a lovely picture he saw later
of her facing the camera with a smile on her face, her tits clearly shown
hanging down from her chest with him stuck up inside behind her.

   It was in this position that he fucked her and brought her to another
orgasm that she screamed at as she had it, falling down onto the bed as he
came at the same time, humping away at her in this prone position.

   When he pulled out of her, instead of flopping down on the bed, got off
and put himself in the range of the viewfinder and told her to get off too
and then suck on him. This she did with alacrity and was soon down on her
knees with his shiny wet cock in her mouth as she sucked out the remains of
his semen that was still inside the tube of his cock. Here the other
picture was taken, of her with her mouth full of his rampant cock with her
eyes shining with delight at the pleasure she had just been given by that
tool that she now had in her mouth.

   Little did Sheila know that in those two couplings with Patrick, that
she had gotten herself pregnant.

   It was a little while later, after a lot more of kissing and stroking
each other, that Patrick told her that he had to leave. She cried as she
watched him get dressed and because of her tears, didn't see him slip out a
picture of the shadow and put it into her lingerie drawer. So with him
dressed, the camera, tripod and cheque in his bag, he gave Shelia the last
kiss and left her naked and crying on the bed.

   The face picture of her was on page six with all her details written
below, while on page seven, was a photo of her lying naked, along with the
other two of her with his cock in her mouth and the other of her being
fucked in the doggie position from behind.

   The cheque? Of course he presented it to the bank the next morning and
with it being made out to cash, had no trouble in getting his five hundred
pounds. This money was then used to buy the camera that he wanted.

*

   Shadow picture number five went to another man from the same bar that
William frequented. Patrick only went in there to see if William would
recognise him, but it was apparent that he didn't. It was while he was
there at the bar, actually sitting next to William when another young man
sat down next to him.

   `Hello. It's nice to see a new face in here,' he said with a smile that
showed he had clean white teeth. `My name's Robert, though it's Roberta to
those who really get to know me.'

   `Hello back. My name's Patrick, though I'm never called Patricia,' was
the reply.

   `Oooh, I do like that answer. A real man at last frequenting this
establishment. We don't get to see many of them here,' he giggled as he
gave Patrick's arm a squeeze. `You feel like a strong man. Are you the same
all over?'

   `Only when I'm aroused,' Patrick replied, feeling the start of an
erection inside his trousers at this blatant approach to him.

   `Buy me a drink and tell me how you get aroused?' Roberta asked, for he
was really giving out the vibes that he would rather be the woman than the
male. Patrick now wanting to have a male arse to fuck instead of a woman's
vagina, bought Robert a beer and one for himself and told him that the
sight of the pale cheeks of any backside caused him to get an erection
whether it be male or female.

   `Would those of my backside rouse you?' was the question from Robert as
he sipped at his beer.

   `They probably would,' was the answer to the question. `In fact, just
the thought is now beginning to give me a problem.' Robert's hand moved
over and into the crotch of Patrick and felt what was there.

   `Oooh yes,' he breathed out in a theatrical way. `Would it be the same
if it saw the cheeks of my behind?'

   `The proof of the pudding is in the eating,' remarked Patrick, liking
this banter of words.

   `Well the pudding I've just felt is one that I would like to eat if you
would want me to,' he said with a smile on his face as he looked at
Patrick.

   Patrick held his look and felt a lovely tremor run through his body as
he saw Robert's eyes change as they stared at each other and patted his
pocket to make sure that he had a photo of his shadow as well as a couple
of condoms there.

   `It's not a black pudding that I've got to offer you, but more of a
large pork sausage,' Patrick said knowing that Robert was now under his
spell.

   `A big raw sausage is what I really fancy tonight,' Robert sighed. `To
put in my mouth and chew on,' and sighed again.

   `It'll have to be your place for you to try my sausage,' Patrick said in
a low voice.

   `I can't wait,' he replied, quickly finishing his drink. Patrick
followed suit and drank the last of his beer and so he followed Robert out
of the bar and they went off to his place.

   Like William's, his flat wasn't that far away from the bar and within
ten minutes they were inside. With only just getting inside, Robert was
holding Patrick in his arms and giving him a kiss, rubbing his body up
against him and feeling that he was indeed still hard inside of his
trousers.

   Patrick was quickly pulled through to the bedroom where Robert took off
his clothes to be naked as he started to take Patrick's clothes off. Though
Robert had a thin and very white body, the only dark part being the hair at
his groin and the erection that he had, being like the rest of his body,
small. Smaller than that of Patrick's when his was revealed, standing out
proud from his thighs as his trousers were pulled down.

   Robert was immediately down on his knees to take in the head of this
lovely looking cock into his mouth to suck and tease before the trousers
were freed from Patrick's feet.

   `Steady on there,' Patrick exclaimed, pulling him up off of his
prick. `Let me get my clothes off properly.' This he did and then got his
camera out of the bag that he now never went out anywhere without taking it
with him. `Let me take your picture.' To which Robert nodded his head as he
went and laid himself down on the bed for Patrick to take, first, a close
up of Robert's face and then one of him lying full length on the bed, his
small, by comparison, prick, lying hard up on his stomach.

   With those two taken, he then fixed the camera to the tripod and got it
set at the right height and looked over at Robert.

   `Now come and suck on me,' Patrick said and watched Robert get off the
bed in a flash and went straight down onto his knees and took the head of
the throbbing cock before him.

   `Mmm,' he mouthed as Patrick pushed away the hand that was holding him,
obscuring the sight of his cock being sucked and tongued. Out of the camera
lens view, he held the remote to trigger the flash and photo and asked
Robert to hold still for a moment. He could see in the view finder that was
part of the camera, that the picture would be perfect and pressed the
remote. The flash didn't seem to worry Robert as he then carried on his
sucking of Patrick.

   But there was still one more to take and so he pulled himself out of
Robert who gave a little cry at losing this, but got onto the bed as he was
told and went onto his knees as Patrick rolled a condom down over his
prick. He made sure that Robert was in full view before getting onto the
bed and behind and between Robert's legs.

   `Are the white cheeks turning you on?' he asked.

   `You can feel the answer to that,' Patrick replied as he pushed himself
up into the tight backside that brought a gasp from Robert as his ring
piece was stretched to its limit as the head and shaft of Patrick filled
him.

   `Kerist!' Robert said in an explosion of breath as he was filled and the
thighs of Patrick came tight up to the cheeks of his bum. `You feel much
bigger than it looked.'

   `You like it then?' Patrick asked as he moved himself in and out of the
tight, compressing hole he was fucking.

   `Bloody yes! It's making me come myself,' he panted and his own erection
that was bouncing up and down to the thrusting motions of Patrick, was
dribbling out his sperm that was being flicked off the end with the
movements. `It's been ages since I've had a cock like yours. Don't stop,
but fuck me harder!'

   Patrick did that by holding the narrow hips tighter as he began to
really ram his cock harder into the backside of Robert, making him croon
out in his delight. He came, shooting up inside the condom, in short sharp
jerks until he knew he was empty and half pulled himself out and looked
over at the viewfinder of the camera. He could see that half of his cock
was visible sticking out of Robert's arse, but even better, was that he
could see strands of sperm hanging off the end of Robert's prick. He
triggered the remote and got a perfect picture of Robert in this position
with his head hanging down looking most exhausted.

   Robert gave out a cry as Patrick withdrew his cock from that tight
orifice but was quick to turn round to pull the condom off to take the wet
head of Patrick's cock into his mouth to suck out the residue of his
coming.

   When his prick had been sucked dry and the head of his cock cleaned up
by Robert's mouth and tongue, he got off the bed and put the camera and
tripod away in his bag. Robert then gave out a cry as he saw that Patrick
was starting to put his clothes on.

   `You're not leaving now, are you?' he wailed, lying on his side and
watching this. `I thought that you would be staying the night.'

   `I can't. The wife will be waiting for me to get home for my dinner,' he
lied as he carried on dressing, and when done, he went over and gave Robert
a kiss and then picking up his bag, left. The only thing he left behind
apart from a well and truly fucked Robert, was another picture of his
shadow, with the number five written on the back.

   `Dammit!' Patrick said to himself as he walked home, for he'd forgotten
to get him to sign a cheque.

*