Jon Reskind - Caesar_s revenge book II

"It's all right, Jean darling, you can undress now," Lydia half-whispered. "There's just you and me… and you want to spread your legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember… like you're going to kiss and love Lydia's…?"

For a moment more, Jean hesitated, then: "Yes… yes… take off my clothes and be naked… so we can lick and love each other…!"

"That's right, baby, everything… everything!" the emerald-eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Blakely's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now… come here, lover." Lydia huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?"

"Oh… oh yes… yes… I want to undress you, Lydia!" Jean chokingly whispered, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.

"Oh… oh…!" she heard the young nakedly stripped blonde gasp as she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple pinches of Lydia's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! "Un-Undress you, Lydia darling…" Jean was passionately whimpering. "Make you naked, like me…!"

"Yes… baby… and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"

"Oooohhhh… kiss you all over… you're so soft and lovely… kiss you all… all over… even… even your pussy!" Jean half-mumbled, gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's ovaled, full buttocks. At last, with a hesitant insistancy, Jean swiveled her once more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn, hair-fringed cunt-lips!

"Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Lydia Newell gaspingly groaned, drawing Jean upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked lovliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and lick 'till I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, Jean Blakely?"

"Oooohhhh… yessss… I want to… want to, darling… until you go out of your mind…!" Jean resounded her words, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.

"Damn… you gorgeous bitch!" Lydia hissingly exclaimed, pressing her down onto the bed and crawling between Jean's white, receptively spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Lydia lewdly commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open for me!"

Jean never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breast, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, Jean's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Lydia Newell's lesbian assault!

Everything that the bi-sexed bachelorette had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl… had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! God, this had to be the ultimate… so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lez, yes… but she was not! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was breathtaking! God no… she would never get enough of it… never!

Tauntingly, Lydia gazed down between Jean's openly spread thighs and began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips… the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrancy of its perfumed aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Lydia, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of… but she had to taste it… and she did!

Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Blakely beneath her moaned in ever-mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished!

When it happened, Jean cried out! In her intensely LSD-sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris.

Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Jean's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovalled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction motion! The hot length of Lydia's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erectiled flowerette of her clitoris until Jean could do little more than wail and twist about helplessly beneath…!

Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn… if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them… but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Blakely's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything… unless, Lydia Newell had a thing for cunt…!

Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife… and that was not taking anything from his little Annie's… which was probably still warm and welted right at that moment!