Jon Reskind - Caesar comes book I

It had been anything but a normal or pleasant day for Jean. Following her visit to Granny Obert, she had returned home to wait for Mark, the incredulously weird tale the old woman had told her constantly reverberating in her mind. Oddly enough, it hadn't frightened her as much as repugnantly shocked her… the thought of women actually giving themselves sexually to a dog pack! But as the morning passed into early afternoon, while she occupied herself with house cleaning and other chores, she had concluded that Mark was right, the aged woman's mind was undoubtedly failing, no longer capable of discerning the fact from the fiction of her longs long life.

Jean decided not to mention her visit to Granny's; the idea would only upset Mark further, and he certainly had enough to contend with without her adding to it.

It was mid-afternoon before her young husband finally arrived home, his handsome face tired and drawn, and to Jean, his usual deliberating grayish-eyes filled with frustrated concern. She had wanted to prepare him some lunch but he'd refused it, maintaining he was too tired to even eat. Instead, he'd gone directly to their bedroom with her following to help him off with his things.

"After you get some sleep you'll feel better, Darling," she said, picking up his clothing as he tossed them here and there, then opening the bed for him.

"Damnit, Jean, don't fuss over me so!" he snapped, avoiding looking directly at her. "I'm not helpless, you know."

"I-I know, Darling," she replied, his sharpness surprising her. She forced a little smile, trying to understand and not be offended. "When you wake up I'll have a nice dinner for us…"

"Don't bother," he said, slipping out of his pants. "I'll have to get right down to the town hall. We're posting sentries. It'll be another all-night vigil, Jean… from now on until that Goddamned animal pack is destroyed."

She stood at the foot of the bed watching him momentarily hesitating to speak. Then: "B-But you have to eat, Mark…"

"I'll catch a bite at the Inn when I get a chance," he replied, stripped to his shorts and moving toward the bed.

"And… and what about me?" she blurted unable to hold it back any longer. "What am I supposed to do… just sit here by myself… eat and sleep alone… play old maid until you destroy that Goddamned pack as you call it, Mr. Blakely?"

Mark didn't have to look at her to know that there were tears dampening those round, smoky-blue eyes, but he did. Her tight voice had given her away. He felt his own throat constrict, a lump bitterly swelling there, and suddenly he reached out for her, grasping her hand and drawing her to him inside his arms against his naked chest.

"Christ, baby… baby… I'm sorry. Forgive me… I didn't mean to…!" he started, but never finished, raising her chin with his finger to kiss her lips instead. He felt her soft arms moving upward, her small hands clutching behind his shoulders as he held her. He stroked his own hands downward behind her to cup the full mounds of her round, firm buttocks outside their tight-fitting slacks and pressed the warm give of her curvaceous body tightly against his near-nakedness.

She whimpered softly within his embrace, her lush lips readily opening to receive his probing tongue. Christ, he thought, he had no right… after what he'd done with Lydia Newell only hours before! His beautiful bride, Jeannie… he loved her… and she was too good for him…! Damn, he had to tell her… had to! What the hell did they have… could they possibly have, without truth between them…? He started to speak, but she cut him short.

"Shhh," she whispered, laying a slender finger across his lips. "There's nothing to forgive… and I know you didn't mean to be sharp with me. It's my fault, sweetheart… I was being selfish… thinking of myself, when you have this terrible problem. I'm sorry, Darling… I guess I'm just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet."

"Oh… oh Christ!" he choked, her innocent self-accusation sending a stronger charge of guilt racing through him, convoyed by a sensation of carnal hunger that he didn't intend to analyze. "I want you… you! And right now… this minute, baby! No excuses… no anything…!" he said, beginning to unbutton her blouse.

"B-But… but Darling… in the middle of the day… and you're so tired…!" Jean gasped, his unexpected sensual passion contagious, wild little palpitations reflexively surging through her eager young body.

"In the middle of the day… high noon… in Macy's show-window if necessary, angel!" he half-smilingly hissed, stripping her blouse away and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra hooks. He sensed his cock swelling into its full, hardened length and he made it throb against her soft belly, the sensual expression lighting her beautiful face like some exotic painting unveiled to gratify him alone.

He would make it up to her! Later… yes, later, he'd tell her the truth! But now, he'd make it up to her or at least try… try to instill in her mind the depths of his love and need for her, he reasoned, possessively smoothing his hands beneath the loosened cups of her bra ardently clutching the thrusting mounds of satin-soft, resilient white flesh. Their abundant fullness overflowed the spread-fingers of his big hands, the hardened, pink-nipples like tiny firebrands burning against his palms. Then, he suddenly stood her off.

"Oh Mark… I-I love you!" she feebly gasped, sensing his hands fumbling, undoing her slacks and rolling them down over her hips and buttocks. She willingly stepped back to kick off her slippers, her panties, everything, watching him strip away his shorts and reveal to her the long, thick hardness of his penis that she'd come to love so much!

Naked, she ran to him and he caught her, kissing her with a warmth that she felt to her very marrow. It would happen this time! She felt certain of it! This time, she too would cum… this time…!

He caught her hand and literally tossed her onto the bed. Then, he was on top of her nakedness, kissing her tingling breasts, her throat, her trembling lips, while his pulsating hardness throbbed against her soft, full thigh. God, she couldn't remember ever being so hot, so lustfully hungry for fulfillment. She almost felt like a wanton little whore… but she was with her Darling… her wonderful Darling!

"I love you, Jeannie… damn!" he gasped, moving his hips between her quivering legs that she anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to make love to you… fuck you, Darling!" he went on, using four letter words that they seldom mentioned, the mere sound of them firing her unsuspected desire in a way that she had hardly known yet secretly yearned for. "Put it in for me, baby! Take my cock and put it in your hot little pussy!"

Sensuously shivering, she did what he had never asked before… reached down and grasped the solid length of his long, thick cock to splay open the flushed lips of her sparsely hairlined cunt, pressing the rigid head at the mouth of her moistly dilating vagina. Excitedly, she spread her thighs further and raised her heated loins, knowing that this time her husband's beautiful young hardness was going to do it for her, and not caring how hard he plunged that first time!

He did! His huge, wetly penetrating cock raced into the liquid passage of her waiting vagina like a conquering phalanx, filling her receptive loins with a wild, driving desire to be fucked by him as deep and as hard as he could.

Yes… yes, this time! It would happen this time! Oh God… she had never known such wild rapture! This was what it was all about… midday, with a lust incited husband… making love to its fullest extent…!

Mark could hardly comprehend what he was doing, he was that spent… yet, there was a sensation of utter happiness filling him! He was fucking her, his voluptuous young wife, his raging cock charging in and out of the tight pink hole between her legs like a piston, and already the explosion was beginning to build in his groin! He loved her… loved her and only her! Yes… but he would cum soon! Maybe, she would too… he didn't know! He didn't know… wished that he could think more rationally…!