Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, 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 hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
Excerpt:
His cock seemed to grow increasingly longer, slowly standing up at a steeper and steeper angle. Lynette clutched at her stomach, feeling queasy dizzy, and still staring hard at the big, thick shaft of her father's cock with its big, bulbous knob gleaming red. Soon his cock was all she could see. The room narrowed down as if she was viewing it through a telescope. Her cunt seemed, on fire with itching as she slowly pushed open the door. "Hello, Daddy. Can I play, too?" "What the hell!" Howard flushed red with rage and embarrassment, snatched up his pants and covered his cock. He stammered out a scolding at Olive, who sat back laughing, and it was Olive's cool handling of him that prompted Lynette to come forward from out of the closet. "I asked if I could play," she said, with her best smile, tugging at his hastily draped trousers. "I'll take a paddle to you!" said her father. He raised his hand as if to strike her.
Excerpt:
His cock seemed to grow increasingly longer, slowly standing up at a steeper and steeper angle. Lynette clutched at her stomach, feeling queasy dizzy, and still staring hard at the big, thick shaft of her father's cock with its big, bulbous knob gleaming red. Soon his cock was all she could see. The room narrowed down as if she was viewing it through a telescope. Her cunt seemed, on fire with itching as she slowly pushed open the door. "Hello, Daddy. Can I play, too?" "What the hell!" Howard flushed red with rage and embarrassment, snatched up his pants and covered his cock. He stammered out a scolding at Olive, who sat back laughing, and it was Olive's cool handling of him that prompted Lynette to come forward from out of the closet. "I asked if I could play," she said, with her best smile, tugging at his hastily draped trousers. "I'll take a paddle to you!" said her father. He raised his hand as if to strike her.