Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.
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Chris, without even asking, knew what Ken was thinking. There was no missing the vibes. And, then Ken, every few seconds, would move his right hand to his crotch to adjust or stroke the obviously hard cock inside of his pants. Ken had been doing that, licking his lips in accompaniment, ever since he'd returned from mailing the ransom demands. All the while, he kept looking at Susie McKnight who remained naked on the bed except for her lone blanket.
Chris watched Susie, and Ken, and Jim-the latter still tied securely to the chair. And Chris kept wondering-like Ken was wondering-how it would feel to get his broad blood-engorged cock rammed up Susie McKnight's tight, blonde hair-fringed cunt.
Chris after all, figured if Susie owed anyone a fuck, she certainly owed him one. Because of Talbot McKnight's refusal to settle the damned strike, Chris' wife had just picked up her bags and walked out on her husband. Chris didn't even know where she'd gone. He had called her parents; and, they insisted Peggy hadn't come home. But Chris figured that was exactly where Peggy had gone. Peggy's parents had never liked Chris anyway. They had higher aspirations for their daughter than just being the spouse of a coal miner.
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Chris, without even asking, knew what Ken was thinking. There was no missing the vibes. And, then Ken, every few seconds, would move his right hand to his crotch to adjust or stroke the obviously hard cock inside of his pants. Ken had been doing that, licking his lips in accompaniment, ever since he'd returned from mailing the ransom demands. All the while, he kept looking at Susie McKnight who remained naked on the bed except for her lone blanket.
Chris watched Susie, and Ken, and Jim-the latter still tied securely to the chair. And Chris kept wondering-like Ken was wondering-how it would feel to get his broad blood-engorged cock rammed up Susie McKnight's tight, blonde hair-fringed cunt.
Chris after all, figured if Susie owed anyone a fuck, she certainly owed him one. Because of Talbot McKnight's refusal to settle the damned strike, Chris' wife had just picked up her bags and walked out on her husband. Chris didn't even know where she'd gone. He had called her parents; and, they insisted Peggy hadn't come home. But Chris figured that was exactly where Peggy had gone. Peggy's parents had never liked Chris anyway. They had higher aspirations for their daughter than just being the spouse of a coal miner.