PB-193 The Coed's Wild Ass by Paul Gable
Chapter 1
Lydia Merrick hurried along the uneven dirt path winding through the dense grove of elms. A warm breeze made the bright orange and red leaves rustle above the young blonde's head as she walked quickly toward the covered bridge. A good number of people still were wandering through Sturbridge Village even though it was only thirty minutes before closing time.
Shading her eyes with her hand, Lydia stopped some twenty feet from the bridge and scanned the moving throng of people for her friend Tina. She was so absorbed in the problem of finding her friend that Lydia was unaware of the lustful glances she was getting from many passing men.
"How'd you like to slip something hot into her?" one tall, fat dark- haired man said softly to his buddy as the two of them stood in front of the Mill Pond.
"Spread them legs apart, peel back them labes and start fuckin'," the other man said obscenely.
Lydia jerked wi
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The Brother-In-Law by Winston McElroy
RWS-113 The Brother-In-Law by Winston McElroy
Chapter 1
The offices here were disgustingly similar to those of every other employment agency Ginny Dennison had visited since Monday when she began in earnest to find a job. And not a particular job this time; she'd learned her bitter lesson about job-hunting long ago. This time she had promised herself to take anything offered to her, anything from file clerk to dishwasher.
She read down line after line of qualifying questions, and reluctantly checked "none" for each of the areas of previous experience desired. And why not--there was no reason to think that this agency would be any different from the ten or twelve--she'd lost count--that had already turned her down. Oh, not in so many words, of course; agencies have a way of saying no without actually saying it. But that "we'll call you or drop you a card if anything comes up" is more than adequate.
This agency had advertised for cocktail waitresses, and
Chapter 1
The offices here were disgustingly similar to those of every other employment agency Ginny Dennison had visited since Monday when she began in earnest to find a job. And not a particular job this time; she'd learned her bitter lesson about job-hunting long ago. This time she had promised herself to take anything offered to her, anything from file clerk to dishwasher.
She read down line after line of qualifying questions, and reluctantly checked "none" for each of the areas of previous experience desired. And why not--there was no reason to think that this agency would be any different from the ten or twelve--she'd lost count--that had already turned her down. Oh, not in so many words, of course; agencies have a way of saying no without actually saying it. But that "we'll call you or drop you a card if anything comes up" is more than adequate.
This agency had advertised for cocktail waitresses, and
Monday, August 1, 2011
The Breeders by Nicole Duval
PP-7012 The Breeders by Nicole Duval
Chapter One
The hand-wrought iron sign which hung over the heavy carved wooden doors of the main gate read: ROYAL BENSON KENNELS. But to those who recognized quality, it said 'expensive.'
Carolyn Vance pressed the call button and listened expectantly for the harsh ring of a bell somewhere within the grounds. There was no sound. Perhaps the bell was out of order, or perhaps the buildings were soundproofed. For a large commercial kennel, it was surprisingly silent behind those high walls. No dogs had barked at her approach. There seemed to be no sound at all beyond the high-walled grounds. That was odd, she thought.
Then the faint static of an intercom called her attention to the intricate iron grillwork just above the call button.
"Royal Benson Kennels. May we be of service?"
The voice was definitely male, but veloured by good breeding and years of servitude, like an unobtrusive English butler.
"Yes," Carol an
Chapter One
The hand-wrought iron sign which hung over the heavy carved wooden doors of the main gate read: ROYAL BENSON KENNELS. But to those who recognized quality, it said 'expensive.'
Carolyn Vance pressed the call button and listened expectantly for the harsh ring of a bell somewhere within the grounds. There was no sound. Perhaps the bell was out of order, or perhaps the buildings were soundproofed. For a large commercial kennel, it was surprisingly silent behind those high walls. No dogs had barked at her approach. There seemed to be no sound at all beyond the high-walled grounds. That was odd, she thought.
Then the faint static of an intercom called her attention to the intricate iron grillwork just above the call button.
"Royal Benson Kennels. May we be of service?"
The voice was definitely male, but veloured by good breeding and years of servitude, like an unobtrusive English butler.
"Yes," Carol an
The Boyfriends Dad by Peter Jensen
RWS-164 The Boyfriend's Dad by Peter Jensen
Chapter 1
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts weren't on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn--only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) She'd only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
Tamera stretched out and yawned, running her fingers feline-like through her long silken blonde hair, blissfully thinking of his strong, muscular arms and how they'd held her in the backseat of Jason's old car, of how he'd kissed her so hard her toes had cur
Chapter 1
Tamera West slouched in an easy chair, watching an old Tarzan repeat on the television and eating an apple. Her thoughts weren't on the screen, but on her date for that night, Eddie McDonald, a big, handsome boy, with craggy features like James Colburn--only younger, of course, Eddie was going to be a senior when school started again, (but sadly, he was going to be bussed to another district. Still, there was the rest of the summer to see him, and who could tell what would happen by September?) She'd only been out with him once, last Saturday night, on a blind date arranged by her best friend, Nancy Cannon, whose steady boyfriend Jason, had brought Eddie along. And wow!
Tamera stretched out and yawned, running her fingers feline-like through her long silken blonde hair, blissfully thinking of his strong, muscular arms and how they'd held her in the backseat of Jason's old car, of how he'd kissed her so hard her toes had cur
The Blackmailed Wife by Peter Jensen
LLP-102 The Blackmailed Wife by Peter Jensen
Chapter 1
The brilliant California morning sun streamed in through the large open window. A slight, cooling breeze was blowing outside, rustling the rose bush that sprouted up over the hill. Its leaves cast small, dancing shadows against the far wall of the room.
Ann Morrow turned on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the brightness that played over her face. Her long, satiny blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head that lay heavily back against it. A thin sheet shielded her body from the breeze that blew gently in from the open window.
She had the body of a lush young Venus which an invisible observer hovering over the bed, could have traced in detail through the clinging sheet. It barely hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to round, l
Chapter 1
The brilliant California morning sun streamed in through the large open window. A slight, cooling breeze was blowing outside, rustling the rose bush that sprouted up over the hill. Its leaves cast small, dancing shadows against the far wall of the room.
Ann Morrow turned on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the brightness that played over her face. Her long, satiny blonde hair cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head that lay heavily back against it. A thin sheet shielded her body from the breeze that blew gently in from the open window.
She had the body of a lush young Venus which an invisible observer hovering over the bed, could have traced in detail through the clinging sheet. It barely hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to round, l
The Blackmailed Teenagers by Carlton Adams
RWS-266 The Blackmailed Teenagers by Carlton Adams
Chapter 1
Sandy Robinson stretched her lush young body voluptuously and yawned with pleasure. As her muscles tensed, the short filmy nightgown she wore hiked up until the bottom edge just barely covered her softly- rounded buttocks and upper thighs, accentuating rather than concealing her lovely long legs and swelling breasts. Her flesh was tanned a deep golden color by the hot rays of the California sun.
Sandy was a beautiful girl by any standards. At sixteen years of age she had the face and figure of a mature young woman, with none of the awkwardness of a teenager. Her patrician features were set off by large brown eyes, perfect white teeth, and short dark hair.
The lovely young girl stood by the side of the disordered bed from which she had just arisen and looked around the luxurious room. Everything was done with expensive good taste, from the costly furniture itself to the thick rugs, brocade drap
Chapter 1
Sandy Robinson stretched her lush young body voluptuously and yawned with pleasure. As her muscles tensed, the short filmy nightgown she wore hiked up until the bottom edge just barely covered her softly- rounded buttocks and upper thighs, accentuating rather than concealing her lovely long legs and swelling breasts. Her flesh was tanned a deep golden color by the hot rays of the California sun.
Sandy was a beautiful girl by any standards. At sixteen years of age she had the face and figure of a mature young woman, with none of the awkwardness of a teenager. Her patrician features were set off by large brown eyes, perfect white teeth, and short dark hair.
The lovely young girl stood by the side of the disordered bed from which she had just arisen and looked around the luxurious room. Everything was done with expensive good taste, from the costly furniture itself to the thick rugs, brocade drap
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