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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Nikki Pruitt is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of degradation and a desire to be debased lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it. In Nikki’s case, her libertine mother and her mother’s young boyfriend provide the catalyst for the teenage girl’s transformation.
COMPETING WITH MOM-a fictional story which, in reality, is about a society which refuses to face many of its real problems.
“No . . . Jack, please don’t.”
“Please let me kiss you, Nikki. . . please.”
“You know I don’t care if you kiss me,” she said. “It’s everything you always want to do along with it.”
He lowered his head over hers until their lips touched. At first he was gentle, his lips romantically caressing hers. But, as usual, passion entered the kiss and the embrace. Again his arms became like the tentacles of an octopus as they wound around her body. The hands reaching, almost clawing to find their way to the soft fullness at the sides of her tits.
His lips parted as they ground against hers. Then his tongue came out and eventually wormed its way between her lips. At the same time one hand managed to slip around far enough to caress her tit. The hand was hot on her breast, the tongue even hotter in her mouth.
She felt her body being turned sideways in the seat. And then the pulsing hardness of his young cock was against her belly. He found her hand with
his and lowered it to his prick. Almost against her will she eased her hand up and down its throbbing length and then squeezed it. It was as if she were testing its resiliency in her hand.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PP-7589 in the original publications (a duplicate).