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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under the right conditions.
The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on 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, join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Reverend Frank Lewis is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. And so are Vicky Baxter and her teenage son and daughter. The same can be said for Reverend Lewis’ daughter. But within all of them lies a powerful urge to gratify the senses, to wallow in the flesh of others, even with members of their own families. This urge lies coiled like a snake waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THE PREACHER’S FAMILY — a shocking novel about a society that often ignores some of its most important problems.
Jill Baxter, a pretty girl with shoulder-length brown hair, was slouched in a deep cushioned chair, her slim tanned legs spread out on the floor. Staring off into space, her index finger was absently tracing circles around her dimpled navel, punctuating her lovely flat stomach that was so deliciously exposed between her cut-off hip-huggers and her amply filled halter. Jill Baxter was a picture of innocent beauty, but her hot cunt was dripping with juices of passion. Her cunt had been aflame with excitement since the conversation with her friend, Betty, earlier that day. Although neither girl had ever had any real sexual experiences, sex was always their main subject of conversation, but this afternoon’s conversation had been something different.
Betty had told her about a really wild thing that had happened to her during a recent trip to her aunt and uncle’s home. Betty had told Jill how her older cousin had taken her into his bedroom and asked her to play with his cock. Flames had seared through Jill’s pussy as she listened to Betty describe the earth-shaking experience. Betty told her how hard and hot her cousin’s cock felt, and explained how she slid the soft foreskin up and down his trembling shaft. Jill almost went wild when Betty told her about the hot white juices that gushed out of his exciting cock. Jill made Betty tell her over and over again, in every detail, and now sitting slouched in the chair, she was going over it again in her suddenly sex-crazed.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number AB-4023 in the original publications (a duplicate).