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In our country today the problem of mental illness is receiving increasing attention and concern. Psychiatrists and laymen alike have often remarked that the borderline between sanity and madness is an arbitrary and a thin one. Cataclysmic events can frequently push a person toward insanity or normalcy.
In one famous case history a woman with a split personality eventually developed a third final and stable personality as a result of a remembered traumatic event. Conversely, during times of war, soldiers have often gone insane under heavy enemy fire.
ORGY FAMILY is the story of a free-wheeling family-Maria Crocker, a recent widow, and her three uninhibited daughters, Darlene, Jill and Elke-that unwittingly takes in a young drifter, little knowing that he not only is an escaped mental patient but also a sexual psychopath. At first, all goes well, for the boy seems to thrive under their attentions. Tension inevitably results, however, as the boy becomes more and more possessive, his deranged mind seeing the free-loving Crocker women as his own personal property. Something must give-and something eventually does, in an orgiastic night rife with sex and violence.
ORGY FAMILY- a work of fiction yes, but a story with a message for us all.
Darlene Crocker started to slow down long before the tall and muscular young man held out his thumb to beg a ride. The mere sight of him made her cunt-lips start snapping like the jaws on a beaver trap. It had something to do with the way he carried himself. Like a predatory grizzly who knew he was king of the timber.
Had he been going in the opposite direction, she would have turned around to pick him up. She had two reasons, the first being that he might be interested in taking the job she had to offer. The other reason was a more primitive one–appeasement for the sudden itch in her pussy.
Darlene knew from past experience that hitchhikers usually made for good fucking and sucking. This one looked as if he hadn’t had any ground rations in quite some time. Pussy-hunger was written all over his almost girlishly handsome face. A smirk twisted her small red mouth out of shape. Somewhere between here and her mother’s ranch in the boonies she would erase the cunt-hunger scrawled on this thumber’s face … even if it took all day.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number AB-5048 in the original publications (a duplicate).