Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
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Her head fell back, straining her throat. Her mouth opened, sucked in air, expelled it in gusts and sucked in again, and the streaks of gouging ecstasy were almost more than she could bear. For a few moments while he licked the lips of her cunt and kissed the throbbing clitoris, she lay as if clubbed. Then she opened her eyes and he was standing over her, his prick so stiff it stood nearly straight up. With a cry of need, she sat up and took it in her mouth, letting the head float on her tongue as she vibrated her lips around the sleek, hard shaft. It had a strong taste, as if it had just been plunging in her cunt, but she was so unnerved with desire she paid no attention. After a minute, she ceased to fear the smash of his palm to her head, or perhaps his knee swiftly raised to her solar plexus, as he had done several times. He had never minded her sucking and mouthing, but under her eyes and his, his inability to complete the orgasm by flooding her throat induced anger. Now, although she wanted the flavor and filling of his prick, she remembered that tonight was not like other nights. And when her hands on his thick thighs felt the tensing and his cock jerked, she gave a cry and fell back on the bed, drawing her legs up and kicking her heels out. But he didn't fall onto her and finish his fuck in her quaking cunt. He fell beside her and rolled her into his embrace, fitting her over him, his cock lying stiff and hot and wet between her spraddled nates. Crazy with passion and shaken with the nonsexual joy of his strange pacification, Nola reached back and placed the head of his cock to her asshole. Maybe for the first time, she thought, she could test this erotic intrusion for delight and satisfaction. He had fucked her in the ass many times, but always with such brutal ruthlessness, the weakly hovering suspicion of possible pleasure had been frightened away by pain and lacerating force.
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Her head fell back, straining her throat. Her mouth opened, sucked in air, expelled it in gusts and sucked in again, and the streaks of gouging ecstasy were almost more than she could bear. For a few moments while he licked the lips of her cunt and kissed the throbbing clitoris, she lay as if clubbed. Then she opened her eyes and he was standing over her, his prick so stiff it stood nearly straight up. With a cry of need, she sat up and took it in her mouth, letting the head float on her tongue as she vibrated her lips around the sleek, hard shaft. It had a strong taste, as if it had just been plunging in her cunt, but she was so unnerved with desire she paid no attention. After a minute, she ceased to fear the smash of his palm to her head, or perhaps his knee swiftly raised to her solar plexus, as he had done several times. He had never minded her sucking and mouthing, but under her eyes and his, his inability to complete the orgasm by flooding her throat induced anger. Now, although she wanted the flavor and filling of his prick, she remembered that tonight was not like other nights. And when her hands on his thick thighs felt the tensing and his cock jerked, she gave a cry and fell back on the bed, drawing her legs up and kicking her heels out. But he didn't fall onto her and finish his fuck in her quaking cunt. He fell beside her and rolled her into his embrace, fitting her over him, his cock lying stiff and hot and wet between her spraddled nates. Crazy with passion and shaken with the nonsexual joy of his strange pacification, Nola reached back and placed the head of his cock to her asshole. Maybe for the first time, she thought, she could test this erotic intrusion for delight and satisfaction. He had fucked her in the ass many times, but always with such brutal ruthlessness, the weakly hovering suspicion of possible pleasure had been frightened away by pain and lacerating force.