Jon Reskind: Caesar conquers book III

"Mark! Oh…!" Jean dazedly heard herself gasp, more shocked by his nakedness than the fact that he had come in on them in such a compromising scene! "My God! Cover yourself up in front of Carol! What do you think you're doing?"

For a brief moment, the young deputy wondered if he weren't entirely losing his grip! He stared at his curvaceous young wife's white, nakedly exposed body, her firmly rounded erect breasts still quivering from the violent move from between Carol's obscenely spread legs, the latter girl immobile as both stared at him in lewdly raised, elbowed positions! Their shocked eyes… faces, were only half-shaded with any measure of shame! Christ, was he somehow wrong? Or had he actually seen what he had?

"You little bitch! I'm about to uncork the facts of life on you!" he determinedly spat. "On both of you… you loving wives who secretly eat out each other's cunt on the side and then pretend sacred marital love for your husbands!"

"Oh… oh God!" Jean managed to stammer. "Y-You don't understand, darling…!"

"The feeling's mutual, baby! You don't understand either!" Mark spat, moving toward the bed. "But I think you will before I'm finished!"

Carol started to speak, then felt her words bunching in her throat when she saw Mark lewdly stroking his long, thick hardness with one hand, grossly working the outer layer of foreskin back and forth as he moved toward her on the bed! Christ, it was so big… so long and thick, outsizing Steve's, the gaping brunette profoundly reasoned, seeing the tiny clear droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny split at its tip! God! What did he think he was going to do to her…? "M-Mark… wait a minute!" she finally choked out, tearing her fear-widened eyes from the heavy, sperm-bloated balls swaying down between his strong, hairy thighs to search desperately his angrily twisted face. "I-It's not exactly what it seems!" she attempted, realizing the absurdity in her half-truth. "Please… let me explain…?"

"That's hardly necessary, Carol honey!" Mark glaringly rasped. "A picture's worth a thousand words, and I just watched a whole Goddamned reel! No, baby! While your husband chases down a wild pack of vicious animals at the risk of his life, I've made up my mind to fuck the living shit out of you, and my sweet little wife, Jeannie, can watch and help! Who knows, you both might learn to love a good, man-sized cock shoved up between your legs more than eating pussy!"

Jean was still too dazed by her young husband's unexpected interruption to grasp the full meaning of what was happening, but Carol Foster did! She readily realized that they had been overtly caught in a questionable act of uninhibited lesbianism, and any explanation she might attempt was only going to make matters worse, especially for Jean! Mark was obviously still in the dark concerning his young wife's being fed LSD the night before, and what they had done to her; plus the story behind her accident! He couldn't understand that she was still partially under its influence; and God knows, she just couldn't betray Jean's confidence, regardless of what happened to herself. And their dual affair with the dog, Caesar…? Had Mark witnessed that… or had the beautiful animal left before he'd arrived on the scene…?

Yet, even as she thought fleetingly of the handsome illusive beast, her dark, incandescent eyes again locked on the huge thrusting hardness of Mark's heavily stiffened cock, his graphically stated intentions echoing with roused anxiety in her brain! He'd moved to the edge of the bed, coarsely stroking the long fleshy rod, working the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge turgid head not a foot from her face!

"Oh… oh God, Mark… th-think of Steve!" Carol huskily breathed, the tears welling into her penis-mesmerized eyes more of frustration than principle. Uncontrollably lewd sensations of rising arousal at the nearness of its lengthy, pulsating thickness began to race wildly through her! Though she had cum beautifully beneath Jean's feverishly licking tongue and lips while Caesar fucked the drugged blonde from behind shortly before, her satisfaction, as always, had been superficial! Only a man's excitedly hardened cock could truly do that for her, but… but…! "P-Please Mark, no… don't do it to me… not in front of your wife… like this…" she almost desperately pleaded. "Steve… he'll kill you… me, all of us…!"

"And what do you think he'd do if he stood here instead of me, baby?" the enraged husband sneeringly threw down at her from his domineering stance, one hand still lustfully clutching his blood-engorged cock. "Would he kill you… or just whip your cheating little ass to a rosy glow…?"

"Mark, my God… stop this vulgar show!" Jean confusedly managed, trying to raise herself upright, her firmly rounded young breasts quivering and swaying with the effort. Momentarily, her smokey-blue eyes rolled to show their whites as she struggled, moving between her nakedly stripped husband and Carol whom he was intimidating! "Stop it, you hear! Cover that… that thing up! You ought to be ashamed of yourself…!"

In his rage, Jean's glazed expression completely escaped her husband's wrathfully blinded eyes, her unbelievable attempt to protect her lesbian partner, topped only by her contemptuously stupifying words feeding unneeded fuel to his infuriated, lust-whetted anger. It was just too Goddamned much for him to swallow all in one dose! He ought to be ashamed of himself! Jesus Christ, everything was turning a brilliant crimson before him! Nor did he pay the least attention to the vivacious brunette who was trying to force his nakedly intervening wife back out of the way! Instead, Jean's tempting, upthrusted buttocks caught his seething view, and with a lashing open hand he mercilessly smacked her three times across their softly quivering whiteness!

"You adulterous little cunt!" he snarled, his hand tingling from the force of the slaps. "I'm going to teach you a lesson about shame that you're not about to forget!"

In squealing surprise, Jean cried out her stinging pain, her hurt-dimmed eyes wetly filling with tears. She looked in blank astonishment up at him, at the same time reaching back to soothingly caress her crimson flushed ass-cheeks. "Wh-What did you do that for…?" she almost innocently whimpered.

"Stop, Mark! Don't! My God, don't please?" Carol begged, grasping his hand to keep him from repeating the act. "I'll do anything you say! Only don't punish her! S-She's not herself… the accident…!"

Mark caught himself, but hardly with any feeling of guilt. "And what's your Goddamned excuse, Mrs. Foster?" he spat at her. "Or is licking cunt part of your regular diet?"

"Oh God!" Carol desperately groaned. "Please… I'll do whatever you want…"

"You're fucking well told you will!" the enraged young husband fumed, breathing heavily. "You both will, damnit! You, darling wife, take my cock in your hand! Go on! Wrap those dainty little pussy-fingers around it! Hurry up, or I swear, you won't be able to sit down for a week! Do it!"

Though mentally stunned, as well as physically smarting across the mounds of her nakedly trembling buttocks, Jean couldn't deny the rekindled sensation of erotic excitement her husband's sadistic spanking licked into flame within her sensuously revolving belly! Her LSD-warped brain had already begun to erotically spin, the pointed sight of his hard; upraised penis abruptly adding to the sensual stimulation! She stared at it for a long moment in growing captivation! It suddenly seemed that she could actually see the hot, rushing blood pounding through its long, thick hardness, through the tiny intricate veins of its flushed, heavily palpitating head… even the microscopic spermatozoa swimming and fishtailing wildly around in the little pearls of escaped semen adorning the tiny split in the tip of his cock…!