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The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept well hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances — on a psychiatrist’s couch, in a place far from the everyday, on an occasion where booze and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation — are those desires ever confessed or experienced.
Ira and Harriet are a happily married couple of twenty years. Yet, in spite of their compatibility, both find themselves yearning for something more, finally resorting to separate vacations in order to satisfy their hidden desires for the new and different. While Harriet prowls the Continent in search of thrills, Ira roams the beaches near their summer cottage, never dreaming that he will find what he longs for in the person of his own eighteen-year-old niece Tracey.
THE NAUGHTY NIECE — the story of a few average Americans trying to find their own unique life style. A comment on the changing mores in our restless society.
The solid, heavy white shaft of six-inch muscle, lined with winding blue veins and topped with a rich, purple, helmet-shaped knob flaring out to a wild, oversensitive corona was the fattest, most stunning, cock the two girls had ever seen. They had heard there were larger pricks, and perhaps there were fatter ones, but neither of them had ever seen one. In fact, neither of them had ever seen very many cocks at all, save for infants whose diapers they’d changed while babysitting, and somehow or other neither of the girls could become aroused at the sight of such tiny peckers.
The girls should not have been looking at the heated, swollen, blood-engorged tool at which the both of them now stared, their mouths agape. But there were these two tiny holes in the bedroom wall separating their room from the master bedroom. And though pictures usually hung over the two holes on the girls’ side, the pictures were now resting on a dresser while each of the girls had an eye glued to one of the holes, staring into the next bedroom, both more than desirous of becoming part of a tableau similar to the one they were watching.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.