The way young Manley got started fooling around with Patricia Preston
wasn't all that different from the way any local eighteen-year-old boy
made out with an attractive thirty-six-year-old woman. If you lived in
Tuttleville, you'd know there was a lot of that going on. A stranger
however, would never realize it.
The women of Tuttleville - and the teenage girls too - were rather
clanish. They didn't take to strangers. Men from out of town, business
men, traveling salesmen and the like, came away with the impression
that the ladies who lived there, were pure-minded, well behaved... Continue»
Paul T. Findley was deep in thought as he browsed through the mountain
of documentation Laura Stevens had dumped on his desk. "You have enough
material here for a dozen books," he said, glancing up at the
attractive young woman who sat across from him with a satisfied smile
on her face.
"I believe in being thorough," she told him. "I've got everything I
need to start writing. I have all the facts on Dorothy Baker and her
son Mark, Mary Anne Overton and her son Brian, Jennifer Henderson and
her son Jamie, Irma Thatcher and her son Michael, and Patricia Preston
and her son Man... Continue»
All the big publishing houses are not located in New York City. One of
the biggest, Findley House, has its offices in a much smaller city,
Denton, because its founder and chief stockholder, Paul T. Findley,
wanted to be able to get off to the mountains or the seashore, without
spending all his time traveling. As the company became more successful,
due to the fact that it printed a good many books of a sexual and
erotic nature, Findley House soon took over the entire sixth floor of
the Palmer Building in downtown Denton.
In Paul Findley's spacious and luxurious office, best-sel... Continue»
There was no doubt about it, Jamie Henderson had special privileges. If
anyone could have seen what he was doing at that moment, they would
have agreed that no other eighteen-year-old boy could have gotten away
with such a thing like that. But that might not have been quite true.
In fact, there may have been quite a few teenage boys doing the same
thing. But anyway, he did have special privileges. That was evident
when he crawled into bed with his mother, lifted up her nightie and put
his hand on her cunt.
What's more, his mother didn't even object. You would have expected
With the coffee pot in her hand, Dorothy Baker went over to the kitchen
table where her two good friends, Mary Anne Overton and Jennifer
Henderson were sitting.
"More coffee, girls?" she asked.
"Not for me, thanks," said Mary Anne. "Hadn't we better be going? When
there's a sale on, the store might be crowded."
"We have time. It's still early," Dorothy replied. "How about you,
"Yes, I will," said Jennifer. "Say, why don't we give Irma Thatcher a
call and see if she'd like to go with us? We can pick her up on the
"That's a good idea," said Dorothy. "O... Continue»
It was past eleven and if a stranger had been in Tuttleville that
evening he would have assumed that most of the people who lived there
went to bed with the chickens. He would have been right, even if they
didn't go right to sl**p after they got into bed.
Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer residential areas,
was in darkness, except for the lights that glowed in several upstairs
windows. At number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined in
the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. Inside, Dorothy
Baker was giggling instead of s... Continue»
The June sunshine fell warmly through the French window of the blue
bedroom onto the half-naked torso of the naked full breasted young
blonde. In her simultaneous yawning and stretching, she made her full,
melon-shaped breasts rise and fall as she breathed in the fresh morning
air, her long blonde hair cascading sensuously over the satin pillow
Ann Dexter stretched her lithe body as she awoke, blinking slightly as
the cool morning air, mingling with the soft sunshine, gently stirred
her awake. When she and Carl had gone to bed the night before, she had
The Medical Center was nestled in a grove of Eucalyptus trees on the
west side of the hill, separating the hospital from the research center
and classrooms that were s**ttered over the hills. Everything on "Pill
Hill," as the doctors, professors, and research students called it
affectionately, was painted white and now, in the late morning sun, the
hill had a magical feeling to it. Buzzing with activity, students
rushed to and from classes, eyes glued to the sidewalk in worry ...
spring time was a time of completion -- graduation, diplomas and
careers a... Continue»
Ann sat nervously at her typewriter, her fingers poised and trembling
above the keys as the electric machine's constant whirring noise seemed
to reverberate around in her confused and tortured mind. God, there was
so much to be done and although she generally worked best under
pressure, this particular day was a very difficult one for the
voluptuous young blonde. Her mind was a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces were
s**ttered all over the floor waiting to be put back together again.
Confused and nagging emotions fought against one another in her
tormented mind; fee... Continue»
A rare occasion, though it did happen on miscalculated brainstorms. Dr.
Carl Dexter, genius, researcher, sociologist, possessor of numerous
Ph.D.'s -- all attested to by the bronze plaques lining his office wall
-- did not have the facts to substantiate his theorized findings! How
it happened, he wasn't certain. All he knew was that today was Friday
and this crucial report was due to his grant sponsors by the middle of
next week. Christ, it would take the entire weekend to mull through the
interviews again, and try to decipher what quirk or misgiving of
Following the exact directions from the gas station attendant, Carl
found no difficulty in locating the place. Right on Broadway, just as
the man said. It was small from the outside, decorated with bright neon
lights that flickered even now in the late afternoon. A man dressed in
a red velvet suit spotted him coming and started calling to him,
gesturing with his arm to wave him in.
How nice of Valerie to tell them I'm coming he thought, and quickened
"Sir, step right in and see some nasty action!" the gauchely dressed
man hissed, at t... Continue»
Friday afternoon, Prinz left his office earlier than usual and drove
with apprehension to his beach house. He had consented, finally, to the
suggested "party," and though he was looking forward to observing the
i****tuous couplings, he still had some reservations. He had called Mark
the day before, and the young medical student had agreed to come, and
Coco had agreed to play the part of hostess for the weekend orgy.
As he pulled into his drive, Prinz was relieved to find Mark and Coco's
car parked next to the garage. When he entered the house, he was met ... Continue»
"Delightful, Mandy ..." Prinz said and glanced at his watch. The girl's
voice droned incessantly and Prinz smiled as her c***dlike excitement
came to him over the phone.
"And we were wondering, Doctor ... would you like to join us this
Prinz felt a rush of excitement, but he suppressed it as he reminded
himself that business and pleasure should only be conducted in one's
offices--in private. "I ... I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible, dear,"
he told her in an apologetic tone. "It really wouldn't b... Continue»
The sun had set as Prinz pulled onto the Coast Highway. He leaned
forward to turn on the driving lights of his automobile, and as the
traffic thinned, he looked up the highway to see a pair of hitchhikers
standing beside the road. At first, he thought the hikers were two
longhaired boys, but as he drew closer, he saw they were girls dressed
in shirts and jeans.
Pulling onto the shoulder, Prinz leaned over and opened the door of his
Mercedes. Breathlessly, the girls ran to the car and peered in. "I'm
only going a few miles, but you might have better luck catch... Continue»
Dr. Prinz sat quietly with a brandy in his hand. His final patient of
the day had been an uninteresting dowager of late middle age. Her
problem was no different than many others Prinz had listened to during
his years as a psychoanalyst--just a bit more pressing. She was
suffering from sexual deprivation and she had been a difficult subject
to program through hypnosis. But today, she had fallen into a deep
hypnotic trance and had related to Prinz, her burning desire for sexual
release. Even under hypnosis, the woman had refused to masturbate, and
Prinz felt himself at an ... Continue»
Following an early swim and his daily two-mile jog along the beach, Dr.
Prinz arrived at his offices at a few minutes before ten A.M. He found
his receptionist, Karen, sitting behind her desk, wearing a thin smile
and a subdued look.
"Good morning, my dear," he said cheerily as he stopped beside her desk.
The girl's face flushed lightly as she looked up and thought, I wonder
what he'd think if I told him what happened last night? She nodded, then
gestured as she replied, "Ah ... good morning, Doctor ..." and her face
flushed deeply as hi... Continue»
Coco went on with her story and the two men listened raptly as Karen sat
there, licking her lips seductively and running her hands over her body.
She was not detached, but neither was she totally a part of what was
Coco related how she had left home the year following her graduation and
entered college. She took an apartment with another girl--a junior--who
had advertised through the campus housing office. Her name was Beth and
she was a political science major.
"I didn't recognize anything at first," Coco told them, "except that
Beth didn't seem... Continue»
Nina Marsdale received Eddie and Alyce Frampton at the door of their
magnificent home with grace and tact, not revealing for an instant her
wild adultery with Eddie. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that
she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew
also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from
there was anyone's ballgame.
They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by
the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina's for her afternoon cocktail
party. All of the tennis pros and membe... Continue»
Eddie drove to his afternoon group unable to concentrate on anything
but the memory of the wild night of uninhibited sex with Sally Dunn.
She could still feel her lips around his cock sucking him dry as he
parked his car. She had sucked every last ounce of sperm from his cock
like she was dehydrated in the desert.
Suddenly the woman that he could see in his mind's eye stuck her head
out of the rear of the pro shop and called, "Eddie, you're wanted on
"Okay, Sally, thanks," he called loping across the parking lot to ... Continue»
Clay Marsdale arrived home after just having beaten the pants off one
of his new pros. The competitive older man was ecstatic when he could
still slaughter a much younger man on the courts. He'd done everything
else now in life and tennis had become his passion. He parked his
Mercedes in the large garage and went directly to his screening room.
Clay was a gadget fanatic and his newest craze was having all matter of
video equipment. He had a screening room size video screen and his
camcorder was used for more than just playing back the mistakes of
tennis stud... Continue»