Jon Reskind - Caesar_s revenge book II

"I don't care about that… just fuck her like a Goddamn she-dog from behind!" Lydia hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push her face up over my cunt and give it to her! She's going to eat this girl's pussy and go out of her mind doing it…!"

A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now, uncovered brute-man who was forcing his yellow-haired, clotheless mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-sheep lay back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, black-framed female split thrust upward, as if waiting!

Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Caesar's keen ears and he saw that they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound… nor did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch… and wait for the moment of his vengeance…!

Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her. Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her Caesar… to have his wonderful cock plunging up into the raging, desire-throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Morgan… Lydia, understand?

"No… no please… I have to leave now! He… he'll be coming to my window soon to make beautiful love to me…!" Jean confusedly pleaded as Link pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please… don't you see…?"

"Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. "On your hands and knees, baby… that's right, move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him!

"Now, that's better, lover!" Lydia half-whispered, reaching down between her drawn back legs to brush Jean's long, blonde hair away from her disconcerted face. "Remember your promise, baby, to lick and love Lydia's pussy…?"

"Yes… yessss… but I have to cum… don't you see… and he'll be looking for me…?" Jean whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with threatening tears.

"She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Morgan lewdly enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing the brute right along! The Goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!"

"Please… please, I have to go now, Lydia!" Jean insisted. "H-He'll be looking for me… and I need him so bad tonight…!"

"Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl, questioned, the full realization of what Morgan had been trying to say registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, baby?"

"M-My darling… C-Caesar… he'll come to my window and… and I won't be there!" Jean innocently whimpered. "And… and I need him so much tonight…!"

"Does he… he fuck you good? Does he, darling?" Lydia hissingly questioned, her overhwhelming lust at the exotic blonde-wife's beastial revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Jean… and is his animal-cock big?"

"Oh… oh yes, he fucks me so wonderfully… and… and his cock is so long and thick and hard…!"

"Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of Jean's rounded, white ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him! The thin hairless crevice dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tiny recessed hole of her small puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the lower bridge of shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her blonde young cunt! The Goddamned mind-bending bitch! To think that a wild dog had been fucking and cumming up into that delectable little pussy of hers…!

"Turn your head and look behind you, Jean baby!" Lydia hissed, her voice almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it… look at Link's cock! Is Caesar's bigger? Could his dog-prick bring you any more joy than that? Could it…?"

Obediently, Jean looked behind her while Link Morgan raised up for her to see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began to stroke it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet and fiery-hued head, his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of lewd anticipation.

"Oh… oohhh…" Jean openly gasped out at the sight of the huge throbbing length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind unaware of all reality except the sensual pleasure it could bring her. Fascinated, she watched the hairy barrel-chested man stroke its thick outer layer of skin back and forth, time and again exposing the heavy, tiny-slitted head to her in its moistened, pulsating rigidity. Again, she moaned, then uncontrollably reached down under her nakedly kneeling body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it with her small, slender hands.

"That's right, darling!" Lydia excitedly pressed as Link Morgan blurted out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Blakely's wife's hungrily searching hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand… isn't that right, Jean baby?" Lydia philosophically urged, suddenly conscious of her own forefinger lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her inflamed cunt. "Put it into you, Jean lover! Put Link's big cock into your hot pussy so that you can cum… and we'll all suck and fuck together…!"

"Ouuhhh… oummhhhh…" the young, drugged wife moaned as she clutched eagerly at Morgan's huge, hardened penis, the insane expectancy in her drug-incited young body completely blinding her to all else but sensually physical fulfillment!

Ooooohhhh! She inwardly unleashed in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy! Whimpering uncontrollably, Jean clung to the thick length of hardened flesh with little hands that couldn't encircle it, fervidly working the wet, pulsating tip up and down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice until she'd spread wide the softness of her pubic curls and seated it at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth! Then, she began to grind and twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at it…!

"Fuck!" Link Morgan foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton performance nearly triggering the cum up out of his balls! Christ, he'd never expect to see anything like it again! He gaped down at his pulsing cock-head with its purple tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth of her visibly, nibbling vagina where she'd placed it, the girth of its moistened head spreading her tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until they encircled it like a golden-furred collar!

"Give it to her, Morgan… damn it! Fuck her!" Lydia impatiently exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted legs to catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young blonde wife's passion-twisted face. Carefully, Lydia enframed the lewdly positioned Jean in all her voluptuous nakedness within the lens's scope, including the vital parts of Morgan, excepting his head. "You hear me? Fuck her… fuck her!"