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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Thor let Tracy down and stepped aside. His son Eric had stripped nude. His long, rippling muscles gleamed under a film of moisture. He'd worked up quite a sweat rushing back and forth to pitch snow on the fire she'd started."You gave us a heap of trouble," he said as he approached. "Tryin' to bust my pa's skull with that lamp, settin' a fire that might have burned the whole damn place to the ground.""I know," she croaked. "I'm sorry." Her blue-green eyes sank down. It didn't matter that he was one of her captors. Eric was the most sexy and magnificently well-built young man that she'd ever seen. Tracy had to look again.His upper body was shaped like a wedge. Well-defined straps of muscles banded his shoulders and laced his broad chest. They tapered smoothly, flowing down to his slender waist. Like arrow points, they drew attention and directed strength to his groin.There dangled the most beautiful, big cock that Tracy ever laid eyes on! Still half soft, its size matched Thor's. But Eric's long prick ended with a smooth, softly rounded knob, not an ungainly hammer-like head. His was the sleek kind of cock that women can't wait to suck.
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Thor let Tracy down and stepped aside. His son Eric had stripped nude. His long, rippling muscles gleamed under a film of moisture. He'd worked up quite a sweat rushing back and forth to pitch snow on the fire she'd started."You gave us a heap of trouble," he said as he approached. "Tryin' to bust my pa's skull with that lamp, settin' a fire that might have burned the whole damn place to the ground.""I know," she croaked. "I'm sorry." Her blue-green eyes sank down. It didn't matter that he was one of her captors. Eric was the most sexy and magnificently well-built young man that she'd ever seen. Tracy had to look again.His upper body was shaped like a wedge. Well-defined straps of muscles banded his shoulders and laced his broad chest. They tapered smoothly, flowing down to his slender waist. Like arrow points, they drew attention and directed strength to his groin.There dangled the most beautiful, big cock that Tracy ever laid eyes on! Still half soft, its size matched Thor's. But Eric's long prick ended with a smooth, softly rounded knob, not an ungainly hammer-like head. His was the sleek kind of cock that women can't wait to suck.