The Goddess British Erotica (classic/vintage) Love Thy Neighbor in Chains

Love Thy Neighbor in Chains

Love Thy Neighbor in Chains
Catalog # SKU4222
Publisher TGS Publishing
Weight 1.00 lbs
Author Name Bo Zodeclown
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Love Thy Neighbor in Chains

Bo Zodeclown

Erotic books and topics can be healthy, allowing one to escape for a few hours, the demands and stresses of the modern world on our health, minds, and bodies.



Polly Bell stood in her bedroom and looked down on the lovely early-morning beach. What had caught her attention originally was the sight of the large tanned man and his lovely blonde companion, as they rode leisurely through the surf, the water splashing high behind them as they rode side by side through the surf. Stephen and Sandy Lark were father and daughter, but at a distance it was hard to tell.

They were both wearing jeans, the man leaving his torso bare to the sun. He was well muscled and his thick shock of blond hair was ruffled by the wind off the ocean. The girl was blonde too, but a much lighter color and it was shoulder length. She rode proudly, and her body seemed to be part of the beautiful chestnut bay she was on.

Polly had met the Larks three years earlier when they had started visiting the beach area and staying with friends. They now lived in the cottage Polly had heard. Sandy was fifteen and had been living aboard their boat or at the beach house for over three years. Steve Lark held a Master's Degree in education and he had tutored her. They were obviously very close. It seemed as though they were constantly together.

The visions that flashed through Polly's mind brought a surge of passion to her loins. It was almost as though she were seeing the two of them together as lovers.

She shook her head as she turned away and reached for her robe and put it on. She was nude except for tight bikini panties. She should put a bra on, she thought, but she only intended to holler to the boys to wake them up. She decided that she would dress after breakfast was out of the way. The thin peignoir tied in front and it clung to her full-**** figure. She glanced once more out the window at the attractive couple as they rode farther up the beach. A bittersweet memory of the mornings she and Ben had spent doing the same thing passed through her mind. That had been five years ago though, and at present there wasn't any likelihood that she would soon be accompanying anyone else along that same deserted stretch of beach. Again the pang of her loneliness and physical need gripped her.

She walked quickly down the hall to the large room that Donny and Peter shared. The beach house had been built for the prospective family that she and. Ben had planned, and the large room had been the master bedroom she and Ben shared. Now, not having a man in her life, she had left the bedroom to her twin sons. The excess room and the memories of the wonderful nights she and her husband had shared no longer gave her any happiness. The boys loved the room and it now reflected the presence of two lusty young males, with the normal appetites of fourteen-year-old boys, just coming into their manhood.

Polly stopped at their door, which was ajar, and looked in. The twins were young men nearly, and Polly had experienced strange emotions when she'd accidentally come upon them while they were undressed. She wasn't even aware of exactly what these emotions were, but she did know they left her trembling on a couple of occasions.

Both of the boys were **** and kneeling on a window seat ledge looking down toward the beach. Whatever they were watching was proceeding down the beach because both boys were turned in profile to her.

"Geeze, did you see her **** jump when that horse jogged her, Pete?"

That was Donny, the more light-hearted of the two boys, and most talkative. He was more like her than Ben. Peter more resembled his father in that he was a deeper thinker and talked less.

Polly saw that as they turned to watch the beach, their young muscular bodies turned far enough to reveal their groins. Both boys lived on the beach and their bodies were bronze hued. The pale contrast where their trunks usually hugged their hips helped to outline their dark **** area, and at the moment, their protruding young **** which were nearly fully ****. Polly grasped and clutched the front of her gown in a tight fist. She was immediately aware of the churning feeling deep in her stomach, and she almost sighed audibly as she stared at her sons' excited, **** bodies.

Peter Bell slumped down on the padded bench and grasping his cock, began to slowly stroke it.

"Donny, you suppose we can get her to **** us off next time we're together? Man, that last time she played with me I **** in about two minutes."

Donny joined his brother in handling his inflamed organ. He slowly emulated his brother's actions as he too began to **** his ****. Polly saw that both boys were at least six inches long when erect, and about half that much around.

She was able to detach herself from her rising emotional state long enough to wonder if they would ultimately achieve the same size that their father had possessed. They were already large for boys their age.

5¼ x 8 softcover
292 pages decorated with risque vintage photographs and artwork
20 Chapters

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