Jon Reskind - Caesar conquers book III

Goddamnit… if it's an ass-fucking she wants, I'll give her plenty from now on! He felt his heatedly pulsating shaft jerk in excitement as he saw a sudden spilling of viscous fluids from her tight pussy bathing her cunt-fucking hand… and that was just about all he could stand!

Almost frantically, Annie licked and sucked the steaming wet cunt fused to her teenaged mouth, until suddenly Lydia half-shrieked: "Oooohhh… baby, baby… I-I'm going to cum…! Yesss… now… fuck my ass, Morgan! Eat my hot cunt, baby… I-I'm cuummmmiinngggg…!" Then the ecstatic spasms seized her and her nakedly sprawled hips fell into an uncontrollably irregular cadence, even pausing at one point in mid-air.

Lustfully the big, straining man beneath her began to swear. "Pound your ass!" he raged. "Goddamn you… don't stop now! Pound your fucking ass…!"

"Aaauugghhhh… ooohhhhh…!" Annie began to chant, in the throes of her own orgasm as Lydia picked up the tempo once more, her climax seeming unending.

Then, Lydia heard Morgan's obscene oath beneath her and felt the first gushes of his scalding cum splutter into the remote, eagerly milking depths of her sodomized rectum! It surged through her body with the torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like seething liquid fire! The delicious sensation tripped her second climax, and she screamed as the powerful maelstrom of sensuous pleasure overwhelmed her!

Then, at last she felt the unrelenting hardness of his huge thick penis dissipating, growing uselessly flaccid, and could feel the spilling of his hot cum beginning to seep out from the widely stretched opening of her spasming anus. She raised up to a sitting position and saw the collapsed, naked young loveliness of Annie still gasping between her wide-spread legs. A faint smile lesbianistically twisted Lydia's moistly parted lips. Once more, she caressed the young girl's head, then saw the loving teenaged eyes flash up at her in welcoming understanding.

Lydia climbed off the big man, a lewd, hissing sound escaping her rectum as she lifted her burning nether-hole from his deflated shaft. Her naked legs weakly trembled when she stood and then she shuddered as a loathsome sensation swept through her at the sight of his aging, corpulent body.

"My father would destroy you, Morgan, if he knew about this!" she spat down at him. "Just don't forget that… and don't ever think you have any claims on me, understand?"

"Shit… shit, Lydia, I told you downstairs before…!" the naked police chief stammered, sitting up, surprised at her uncalled-for anger.

"Fuck you, big man! I know you like a book. There isn't a decent bone in your lecherous body!" Lydia venomously hissed. "Furthermore, your incestuous little games with this young girl is over! I'm taking her to the A and B with me where she can have some of the things she deserves!"

"What…? Now just a Goddamned minute, Lydia!" Morgan, dumbstruck, jumped up from the bed… but that was as far as he got. The ring of the front door-bell interrupted him. He looked to his niece's raised-up, naked young body on the bed and said: "Who the hell can that be?"

The teenaged girl shook her head, hardly conscious, or even caring about the sound, the exciting words of Lydia Newell completely taking charge of all her thoughts.

"Well go see!" Morgan snarled, his confused rage mounting.

"Go yourself, big man!" Lydia put in, laying a restraining hand on Annie's nakedly smooth white shoulder. "She's all finished waiting on you… and you better get to understand that, unless you want the wrath of Aaron Newell right down on your lecherous fucking head!"

The moments of relief Jean Blakely had briefly enjoyed at the realization that Mark was not about to make an issue of the night before, and especially, tell all to Steve as he'd threatened, were short-lived. The shared emotions were no less predominant in Carol Foster. Though pleased at Mark's decision to spare her young husband's feelings, his revealed plans to definitely destroy Caesar and his pack had nearly sickened her with concern.

Throughout the morning, the two young wives had attempted to console one another, but by noon when Steve arose and left the house to join the posse, they knew that their efforts were useless. Both had reached a state of near-panicky concern for the welfare of the massive wild animal they had uncontrollably come to love!

"Still, honey… he's managed to elude all attempts they've made so far," Carol reminded her lovely, blonde-haired hostess over their umpteenth cup of coffee. "Is there any reason to believe he can't go on doing it…?"

"Only the law of averages, Carol," Jean replied, her small hand trembling as it raised the cup, her smoky-blue eyes level with the willowy brunette's incandescent, dark ones. "And up until now, Mark hasn't entered the hunting picture. He's determined, Carol… determined to destroy Caesar… and I can't let him do that!"

Carol Foster watched the full lower-lip of her closest friend solicitously quiver, the tears that had been ever present all morning once more dampening the beautiful young wife's alluring eyes. "But… but, darling, why do you think he'll be more successful than Link Morgan, or the others? You, yourself, said that the chief of police is considered the most skilled hunter in the valley…"

"Oh Carol… don't you see?" Jean tried to explain. "Mark is a very capable hunter, himself, and certainly a much more thorough man than Morgan. There'll be no liquor passing around amongst the men this time… and most of all, Mark has a very personal reason, or believes he has, to want the beautiful animal dead! Oh God…!"

Carol needed no resume concerning the latter fact. Though she could well understand his jealous reasoning, her sympathy was with Jean. Wasn't she, herself, nearly as much under the handsome animal's spell as the golden-haired girl seated across from her? Fleeting moments of her first night in the house when Caesar had mistakenly come to her, flashed through the vivacious brunette's anxious mind. Yes… yes, Jean was right; they just couldn't sit there and let those men destroy the erotic beast…!

"Oh Jean… wh-what can we do…?"

"I-I don't know, Carol, but I've got to try and do something… at least, somehow warn him that they're out to kill him!" the young, curvaceous blonde wife exclaimed, suddenly getting to her feet.

"But how, darling? I want to help, too!" the other earnestly declared. "But… but where do we start?"

"I-I'm not sure… somewhere out in those hills, I suppose!" Jean wildly reasoned. "I-I know we'll never find him… but maybe he'll find us!" She stared excitedly into Carol's sparkling eyes, her decision to act restoring some measure of confidence. "I-It's the only way I know to help him! Are… you with me, Carol…?"

"Yes… yes! It may be crazy, but I agree, honey… we have to do something!"

"Then, come on… let's change into clothes a little more practical for scouting!"

Link Morgan was a very infuriated man by the time he reached the Crescent Inn Tavern. Not only had he not slept in over twenty-four hours, but he'd just been thoroughly out-maneuvered by a cock-happy, spirited bitch named Lydia Newell! Without the slightest qualm, she had brazenly devoided him of his luscious, fuckable, suckable young niece Annie, and he didn't know how nor if, there was a Goddamned thing he could do about it! Then, before he'd had time to regroup his mental forces, Frank Clifford had stood at his door saying something about a hunting posse being formed to wipe out the wild-pack with Mark Blakely leading it, and the deputy would like him to ride with them!

Shit, he could ill afford not to, and that was the truth! With three of his wanted, teenaged pushers hiding out in those hills, he damned sure didn't intend that Blakely should stumble onto them! Not that he gave a damn for their welfare, but sure as hell they'd crack under questioning and implicate him! He knew well enough where they were hidden and it shouldn't be too difficult to steer the deputy and his bunch clear of the place…