Through the metal throat of its victim crash steel teeth; the blood of its prey — the gasoline, that is — is drained into its stomach, its gas tank
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A Sex Survey In This College Town Revealed Shameful Double Lives
From the back:
The Lust Surveyors…
might have been a better name for them. They were college professors doing o thorough study of the sexual habits of educated women, and they had picked the women of Kellar College as their subjects. But it wasn’t all statistics and graphs, as Mark Sullivan found out. It was the kind of insanity only women desperate for love can know. And Mark soon found himself in the role of an interviewer in the center of a whirlpool of passion involving himself, his flame-haired wife Liz, the unbelievably love-starved Frances Durgan and her impotent husband, and a bevy of women who apparently did not care what they looked or sounded like, so long as they could relate their most private lives to a survey man, and perhaps even take a brief, blazing…
…Fling At Passion!
The Beach Was Their Playground For Lust!
From the back:
On The Beach…
he found them, bursting with passion and hungry to try every erotic thrill man and woman could ever share. He found Monica, who wore only a thin wrapper, so the boys could see her lush and beautiful body. He found Mary, who came to him in the night and demanded he satisfy her strange and twisted lusts — which he refused until her brother forced him at gunpoint! This was the weird tropical world Ben Carr — architect, society husband — had come to make for himself in the abandoned shack on the Florida coast. A world he had fled to in an attempt to forget that his own beautiful wife was a lesbian. It was a terrible and degrading world —
…Filled With Lust!
They exposed their bodies and their hungry desires
From the back:
These Were The Nudists!
Bonnie — whose sickness wos sex. She didn’t care who she slept with, as long as she owned him afterwards. Her fever for lust Al could never quite quench.
Harriet — who could never be aroused unless her love-partner beat her. So Al used the weapon she gave him, and struck her unmercifully. If wos the most terrifying union he’d ever known.
Sandra — sixteen-year-old daughter of the nudist camp’s director. Hot, lusting Sandra, jailbait Sondra who crept info Als arms and demanded his body, using her own like most women use a knife!
…And There Were Others!
Each Button Opened A Doorway To Lust!
From the back:
Twisted Passions…
waited behind the doors that lined the third floor corridor of the New York hotel. Any kind you wanted, any kind you could name. Desperate Ann’s love for women… young, virginal Liz’s wanton need for a man — any man… Joe’s dark urge to tear innocence from his terrified victims. That and more; bored couples changing partners, the frigid, lovely blonde who exploded in a bombshell of shame and the driven need of Jane for men — as many as she could find to slake the lust-fires that tore and raged within her.
All waiting there, waiting on the third floor behind their —
… Doors Of Lust
The professor’s young wife had a way of walking that made the boys wonder if she was trying to tell them something.
From the back:
Campus Gossip
“…just doesn’t make sense. How does a juicy number like her end up married to a dull college professor?”
“…got to be a reason why she always wears those tight sweaters whenever she parades around the campus.”
“…mark my words, there’s only one logical reason why she’s suddenly so very popular with all the male students.”
“…be worth the risk to find out what a guy had to do to get himself a passing grade from a chick like her.”
“…my own ideas on how that little lady likes to occupy herself while her husband is teaching in class.”
“…all it takes is just one guy to take a chance and follow her home. And buddy, you’re looking at that guy.”
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