Jon Reskind - Caesar_s revenge book II

For a brief instant, Jean was aware of a desperation struggle taking place in the dazing recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of lewd verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous vacuum at the pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly. My God… wh-what was happening to her…?

"Really, darling…" Lydia's sultry voice danced around her ears and simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock? Can you now…?"

In aroused confusion, Jean stared at the provocative smile on the vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Lydia's suggestion! Yes… yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed from her hand, even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her!

"… Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good just once, Jeannie doll?" Lydia wantonly hissed. "I mean, all the way, darling… his thick cock thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a fountain… wouldn't you baby?"

"Oooohhh… I… I… ooohhh Goddd!" Jean whimpered.

"Yessss… I understand, Jeannie… you're getting all hot and wet up between your legs," Lydia tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to brush her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh. "You know, darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can think of… like fuck, cunt and cocksuck…! Go ahead, baby, say them… it'll make you feel better…! Go ahead, don't be afraid…! Cum, shit, cunt…!"

"S-Suck… fuck… cock… cunt, jism! Prick! Asshole!" Jean began, hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene words began to burningly scream in her brain as if crying for release. "Oh, my cunt is on fire! Yes… yes… Mark's big cock inside my pussy-hole… in my mouth… anyplace…!"

"That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Lydia hotly rasped, smoothing her hand up over Jean's round little belly toward her fully, rising and falling breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, letting her fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white flesh of their exposed cleft. "Now, lover, just think of your own tingling cunt… the hot, wet pussy between your legs… and mine… so moist and excited between my legs… and the delicious feel of a tongue… my tongue seethingly licking your tiny clitoris… and yours playing with mine…! Isn't that a beautifully exciting thought, Jeannie baby? Isn't it?"

"Ooooohhh… I… I… what's happening to me. L-Lydia…?" Jean gaspingly whimpered, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious question her vision had lustfully put to her searing like a firebrand in her brain! Passionate sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled through Jean at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, passion-incited young body…!

"Isn't it, Jean baby? Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that…?"

"Oooohhh… oohhhh yes… yesss… a tongue spreading my pussy hair and licking my cunt split… and yours, darling!" Jean uncontrollably gasped, her own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the nylon encased roundness of her smooth upper thighs.

"Then let's do it, Jean darling! Let's get all naked, then you can lie back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Lydia can lick it for you!" the vindictive, auburn-haired girl vengefully implanted, her eyes a green glow of lascivious triumph.

"Please… please… now… I want to now, Lydia!" Jean writhingly whimpered, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender fingers attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon panties between her now, wantonly spread legs.

"Not here, lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy… and it'll be even better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it baby?" Lydia couldn't help but taunt.

"Oh yes… God, yess… so much better… because I'll cum… I'll cummmmm… and I have to cuummmm… my Godddd…!"

"Of course, you have to!" Lydia heatedly answered, rising to her feet and drawing the honey-blonde young wife willingly upright. Abruptly, she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, pressing Jean's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious warmth. "Kiss me, my little cunt!" Lydia aggressively demanded and Jean did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger…!

It was not his uncanniness that led Caesar to the remote place where the young female of the sheep lived. He had lurked in the shadows of Crescent Valley throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one's shelter because he had not seen her the night before. An uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass barrier. The she-human which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed-she was not his chosen female! Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he remained close by to ascertain this.

Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town-lights, and then from a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! She, of the sheep! He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the destination before him.

With his stealthful, animal silence, Caesar moved in close, individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her… and there he tensed like an immobile shadow to watch…!

Jean felt as if she, too, were floating… but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris! Oooohhh, she needed that… yessss, warm clitoral love… yet… yet…?

"… Take off your clothes, Jean baby, strip naked for Lydia!"

The curvaceous, honey-blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowly lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts.

God, what a voluptuous young venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Lydia Newell, thought smuggly. Ann, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but nothing to equal this heavenly built female! Christ, it was luscious cunts the likes of her who made woman's lib worth while! Her own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times…! Then, Link Morgan waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her!

Jean reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress… then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered…