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From NIGHT OF THE DRAGON, erotic shemale thriller-novella by Angelo Victor Mercure; published and distributed by Mark Holden/Mags, Inc. Books (Los Angeles); Copyright 2003; All Rights Reserved:
"The Beatles' WHY DON'T WE DO IT IN THE ROAD burst violently out of the Kenwood speakers. The moon roof in the bar room ceiling slid open once more. An elegantly chromed Harley-Davidson chopper - precariously suspended by those same very weightly, robust steel links - was leisurely lowered to the stage. Atop the motorcycle's spacious king and queen saddle were a very pretty, petite, almost waif-like Viet TS and a strapping, handsome, twenty-something Vietnamese boy. The ladyboy proceeded to lay flat on her back along the length of the leather saddle. The boy - straddling her - opened a can of Crisco and gently inserted a fistful of the soft white lard into the sissy's rectum. Then, he carefully coated the rim of her anus with Crisco. Finally, he mounted her - sans condom.
The motorcycle shook and shook as the boy pounded his substantial member into the ladyboy's tight little ass. The sissy moaned gently, then began to madly stroke her own small penis.
The audience went dead silent.
Kim's eyes were riveted to the stage. She vowed not to miss
a single second. A very thin sheen of perspiration formed on her upper lip.
The boy was about to cum. He jerked his penis out of the ladyboy's butt, then shot his ropy load all over her flat belly.
Then, the sissy came, too. Her watery semen mixed easily with the boy's rich, milky sperm.
THAT brought the house down! Scores of drunken patrons jumped up, applauded, stamped their feet, and howled their approval.
Meanwhile, the boy/ladyboy/motorcycle tableau was lazily lifted up off the stage and back into the ceiling.
Kim let out a long, deep breath.......
Some books you READ.
Other books you FEEL.
You'll "feel" NIGHT OF THE DRAGON.
Order from www.magsinc.com
or from:
Thanks, all.
Angelo aka Mr. Lonely
"The Beatles' WHY DON'T WE DO IT IN THE ROAD burst violently out of the Kenwood speakers. The moon roof in the bar room ceiling slid open once more. An elegantly chromed Harley-Davidson chopper - precariously suspended by those same very weightly, robust steel links - was leisurely lowered to the stage. Atop the motorcycle's spacious king and queen saddle were a very pretty, petite, almost waif-like Viet TS and a strapping, handsome, twenty-something Vietnamese boy. The ladyboy proceeded to lay flat on her back along the length of the leather saddle. The boy - straddling her - opened a can of Crisco and gently inserted a fistful of the soft white lard into the sissy's rectum. Then, he carefully coated the rim of her anus with Crisco. Finally, he mounted her - sans condom.
The motorcycle shook and shook as the boy pounded his substantial member into the ladyboy's tight little ass. The sissy moaned gently, then began to madly stroke her own small penis.
The audience went dead silent.
Kim's eyes were riveted to the stage. She vowed not to miss
a single second. A very thin sheen of perspiration formed on her upper lip.
The boy was about to cum. He jerked his penis out of the ladyboy's butt, then shot his ropy load all over her flat belly.
Then, the sissy came, too. Her watery semen mixed easily with the boy's rich, milky sperm.
THAT brought the house down! Scores of drunken patrons jumped up, applauded, stamped their feet, and howled their approval.
Meanwhile, the boy/ladyboy/motorcycle tableau was lazily lifted up off the stage and back into the ceiling.
Kim let out a long, deep breath.......
Some books you READ.
Other books you FEEL.
You'll "feel" NIGHT OF THE DRAGON.
Order from www.magsinc.com
or from:
Thanks, all.
Angelo aka Mr. Lonely
