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This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:
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Never before in her entire and very active young life had Barbara Leigh been raped. There had been some close calls, of course, but always she had been able to preserve her cunt from violation either with deflating sarcasm or sudden counterattack such as she bad inflicted on both the big black Irishman and on Joe Wilson.
But here, in her family's own rural retreat, thanks to the fact that there were the two of them, that they were alone with her in the kitchen and that they were both such primitive types, her tactics had proved unavailing. She had been defiled by a jailbird she herself had rightly helped to send to prison. And, if she had enjoyed Marty's second and successful assault despite her best efforts not to, she had neither forgiven nor forgotten the first attempt she had managed to foil.
Barbara was a young woman who never took any sort of putdown, real or fancied, lying down. As a little girl, quite aware via the keyhole-peeping route, that a detested aunt rubbed her most intimate parts with cold cream before going to bed with her husband, she had impregnated the cream with a massive dose of itching powder, thereby causing all sort of delicious and horrendous chain reactions.
When the gym instructor who had sidelined by indoctrinating Barbara into the intricacies of lesbian love had shown signs of turning to another girl in her class, Barbara had mailed an anonymous letter to the headmistress, giving explicit details of times and places when and where the events would take place. Results—eminently satisfactory, as it resulted in the disgrace and dismissal of both females after their being caught in the act.
This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:
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Never before in her entire and very active young life had Barbara Leigh been raped. There had been some close calls, of course, but always she had been able to preserve her cunt from violation either with deflating sarcasm or sudden counterattack such as she bad inflicted on both the big black Irishman and on Joe Wilson.
But here, in her family's own rural retreat, thanks to the fact that there were the two of them, that they were alone with her in the kitchen and that they were both such primitive types, her tactics had proved unavailing. She had been defiled by a jailbird she herself had rightly helped to send to prison. And, if she had enjoyed Marty's second and successful assault despite her best efforts not to, she had neither forgiven nor forgotten the first attempt she had managed to foil.
Barbara was a young woman who never took any sort of putdown, real or fancied, lying down. As a little girl, quite aware via the keyhole-peeping route, that a detested aunt rubbed her most intimate parts with cold cream before going to bed with her husband, she had impregnated the cream with a massive dose of itching powder, thereby causing all sort of delicious and horrendous chain reactions.
When the gym instructor who had sidelined by indoctrinating Barbara into the intricacies of lesbian love had shown signs of turning to another girl in her class, Barbara had mailed an anonymous letter to the headmistress, giving explicit details of times and places when and where the events would take place. Results—eminently satisfactory, as it resulted in the disgrace and dismissal of both females after their being caught in the act.