1954 Powder Blue Pickup, by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

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1954 Powder Blue Pickup, by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
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1954 Powder Blue Pickup, by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

A young man navigates 1950s America, and the strict sexual morals of the era by introducing a pretty young woman to the joy of anal sex in an effort to give them both pleasure while maintaining her virginity in the technical sense. The pair will embark on an affair of unbridled licentious behavior, with no strings attached, in the privacy of his powder blue pickup truck. Neither will be prepared for the depths of the other’s carnal appetites.

Extreme anal, oral, three-ways, and gang bangs overtake their growing attraction to one another, until they are each forced to admit that they’ve crossed a threshold from which there is no return.

1954 Powder Blue Pickup is a love story that explores the hidden world of women’s unapologetic desires. Extreme anal, gang bangs, and questionable consent are present throughout.

Excerpt from 1954 Powder Blue Pickup

“Can we do something new tonight?” he suddenly said.

She looked at him warily. “What do you want to do?”

“Will you pull up your skirt and lay over my lap?”

“Why? You’re not going to spank me, are you?”

“No.”

“Well, what are you going to do?”

“Come on, just pull up your skirt and lay over my lap and I’ll show you. I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re gonna like it. If you don’t, I’ll stop.”

She looked at him a moment. “Okay,” she finally said, because she really did like that he made her feel so dirty. Then she hiked up her tight skirt and laid across his lap, right over his hard, wet cock that was still out of his trousers.

She had already learned not to wear those panties with the built-in garters on these dates of theirs because they only got in the way. But she still tried to always wear her prettiest underpants and now his cock was probably going to make a mess all over the front of them.

When she was square in his lap, he pulled her panties down in back just enough to expose her beautiful round ass. He was finally getting to see it, to appreciate it. Just the roundness of it. Usually, when he slid her panties down, she was lying on her back, then spreading her legs so that he could eat her pussy. Which he sure did like, but this was almost better – just looking at her ass.

Then he leaned over and popped open the glove compartment.

“What are you doing?” She sounded nervous now.

“Just give me a minute,” he said, as he retrieved a small tub of Vaseline that he’d put in there for just these occasions.

He popped off the lid.

She tried to turn her head around and look at him, but the truck was dark. “What are you doing? What is that?”

“Just relax and turn back around,” he said, not letting her see what it was, or see him dip his middle finger deep into the thick petroleum jelly. Then he tossed the tub back into the glove compartment without putting the lid back on it and without closing the glove compartment.

“Now lift your behind up just a little.”

Why? What are you going to do??!!”

“Just do it. Come on.”

She did it, she lifted her behind up a little bit. He loved that about her. Then keeping an arm pressed firmly on her back, he gripped one of her ass cheeks, exposing her asshole, then he pushed just the tip of his greasy middle finger into the opening of her asshole.

“Stop that!” she cried out, attempting to squirm away. “Don’t do that!”

He pressed his arm more firmly on her back, holding her in place. “It’s okay,” he said, trying to sooth her. “Come on, it’s just us. No one’s gonna know.”

“But it feels creepy!”

“It does not – you’re not even giving it a chance. Just stop it and relax.” He pushed his finger up her asshole.

“Don’t! I don’t like that. Take it out.”

“You gotta give it a minute. I promise you’re gonna like it.”

“But it’s uncomfortable!”

“Try pushing against it – maybe that’ll help.”

She always did everything he told her to do, and now was no different. He could feel her trying to relax, felt her asshole pushing against his finger, which only helped his finger slide deeper in.

She stopped struggling against him, stopped moving entirely except that he could feel her sphincter squeezing around the sudden intrusion.

For a moment, he said nothing at all. Just sat there, holding her firmly on his lap with his finger up her ass.

When it seemed like she had actually relaxed, he moved his finger ever so slightly – in and out, in and out. Not all the way in either direction, just enough motion to help her feel it. And she moaned.

You like it, don’t you? he whispered, not wanting to risk breaking the spell.

She wouldn’t reply, so he just kept moving his finger. A little in, a little out. Making her moan some more, then pressing his hard cock up against her belly.

I knew you’d like it. You know why? Because you’re a dirty girl, and dirty girls like this. You do like it, right?

Still, she wouldn’t reply.

“I tell you what,” he said quietly. “Lift your ass up and help me get in there if you’re liking this – if you know you’re a dirty girl, but you’re too embarrassed to say it.”

To his delight, she lifted her ass up a little bit higher, arched her back, and even steadied herself against the seat.

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1 review for 1954 Powder Blue Pickup, by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

  1. Anonymous

    This is a really good book especially if you like hetero anal. The only reason I didn’t give it five stars because theres SO much anal that I had to take breaks LOL

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