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Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term “perversion”. What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one’s back to others. In many Eskimo communities it is the height of hospitality for a man to offer his wife to a guest.
The characters in the book appear to be average Americans. Yet they behave in ways that many others would consider abnormal.
But who is to say whether these characters are normal or perverse? PARTY GIRL is a novel of major interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one woman seeking to resolve conflicts and find happiness.
Joyce could barely see straight, she was so horny. Good God, if I don’t get somebody to fuck me soon I’m going to go crazy! she thought.
It was now the middle of the third week since her boyfriend Mike had gone out of town for a training meeting involving his work. He still wouldn’t be back for another week.
The night before he had left they had fucked like the world was coming to an end. In fact, it nearly had for Joyce. She came so many times she lost count. I guess that was supposed to hold me until he got back, she thought. But it didn’t work.
Waiting for the bus each night after work was a torment. She would look at the crotch of every man who passed by. It was almost as if she could see through their pants — see their thick coiled cocks waiting to spring up and plunge into her flowing pussy.
She would sit next to a good-looking man on the bus and have to restrain herself from reaching over and touching his groin. I wonder how he fucks? she would think. Soft and tender? Hard and brutal? Maybe both at once?
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GR-2102 in the original publications (a duplicate).