Jon Reskind: Caesar comes book I

"Ah, Darling… it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten weeks!" she luridly whispered her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. "Just the way Lydia left it. You're new little bride, Jeannie, hasn't hurt it a bit… or doesn't she use it that often, lover?"

"D-Damnit!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Lyd! I-I ought to have my… my head examined… letting this happen!" He intended to say more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplishly swollen tip.

"Which head Mark Darling?" Lydia obscenely questioned. "If you mean this one… I was just about to examine it for you…!"

With that, she lowered her face above his upthrusting length of hardened penial-flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while with the other, she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing head.

"Mmmm… tastes as good as ever, too, Darling!" she wantonly whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue strokes.

"L-listen to me, Lydia… I swear, it isn't going to work!" he huskily warned. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I love her… I love Jeannie…!"

"Mmmm… of course, I understand, baby… you're the one who doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. "But you will, Darling, once I remind you…!"

Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, soft lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their tensiled ripeness clasping like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the hot, liquid cavern of her mouth.

"Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her tightly locked lips. It was no use… no use! The sight of his hardness disappearing up into her widely ovalled mouth increased the sensation, as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes… yes, she knew his wants and needs only too well! If only Jean would… could learn to suck him like this… or even suck him at all…! Now, she was skillfully massaging the soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her bobbing head below, his cock beginning to achingly throb to the depths of his groin.

Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this… especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth… and more especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it…

Mark knew that she sensed his reactions by the way she began to suck with mounting intensity, the tips of her even, white teeth scraping gently into the resisting hardness of his cock. He could see their little white trails where they'd scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins up tighter to her slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with growing fervor around the expanding cockhead and Mark realized that he was quickly heading toward the eruption point as she suddenly took almost all of it up into her hungrily working throat. Christ, he'd always been amazed that she didn't choke on it, but she never had… and on and on she sucked!

Pleasureful waves of rising heat were ungovernably building in the intricate depths of his sperm-bloated balls. Lustfully, he watched her beautiful young face toiling with a hungry, omniverous desire about his wildly fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running in thin droplets from beneath her short, auburn hair and down her cheeks as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething cum churning hotly below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he arched his back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper into the heated wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed from his lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner-flesh sensually pulling out from her lush lips which were clinging tightly to his inflamed rod of hardness.

Mark grunted and strained in a maddening buildup of mounting lust, vaguely reasoning from a score of similar episodes passed, that for her, this was but the beginning, that she already envisioned the rest of the day to be spent accordingly, until her wildly insatiable passions were gluttonously fed… but it wasn't going to be that way… and maybe that would somehow bring an end to all of it…!

His own unrestrainable gasp wiped away the brief illusion of thought. Christ, the moment was there. A low, guttural sound arose from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm beginning its furious charge from the sanctuary of his balls and begin squirting in fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! He watched her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his pumping cock, her adam's apple visually reacting in her lewd swallowing of the warm, flooding gushes. Ardently, she continued to suck his white-hot sperm into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, holding her fast against the throbbing heat of his cum-spitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her greedily milking throat. Once, she coughed, but quickly regained control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the tip of his rapidly deflating penis before collapsing back to earth. Reluctant to stop, she continued to nibble and suck, as if trying to draw the last tiny drop from the length of jerking male cock flesh that had gone limp in her mouth… and that's when he gently pushed her away.

"Now, tell me that isn't worth some points, Darling…" Lydia began, starting to move up toward his face. She stopped right there, her green eyes widening in surprise when he elusively moved away and got to his feet, quickly zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. "Wh-What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I told you, Lyd… it's not going to work," Mark said, looking down at where she sat staring up at him in growing anger, the telltale trails of milky white sperm still coating her lips and chin. "It's no good… all over between us…"

"No good! All over…! Why… why, you sonofabitch! After you lay there and let me suck your cock till you came in my mouth you can say a thing like that to me… to me?" she spat in mounting viciousness, gaping up at him as if she refused to believe his statement. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Mark had no intentions of arguing with her. He felt low enough already at what had happened between them, but Christ knows, he hadn't wanted it to. He'd tried to avoid it… hadn't he?

"Wait a minute, damn you?" Lydia shrieked after him as he walked to the sorrel. "Goddamn you, Mark Blakely! You can't do this to me! What sort of man are you anyway? I need you… right now… now! Come back here and fuck me…!"