Jon Reskind - Caesar comes book I

"Oh… oh Darling!" she gasped. "It's beautiful! Beautiful… your wonderful hard cock…!"

He'd never heard lewd words from her before, and the sound of them keened his lust like a honing-bar. He said: "Would… would you like to kiss it… suck it, baby? Not now… another time, but would you… and I'll lick your pussy!"

"Uhhmmmmmm…" she moaned, then again. "Oh Mark… I don't know… maybe… I-I'm afraid, I think so… but… but I don't know…!"

"I-It's beautiful, baby," he whispered, picturing it all in his lust-inflamed mind, wanting her to know and understand the enchantment and closeness of sucking and licking each other until they exploded inside.

"Y-Yes, Darling… I'll try…" she started but never finished.

"Shit…! Jeannie! I can't hold it! I-I-I'm going to… oh Christ!"

And he did, his heavily plunging penis buried in her hotly clenching young cunt-channel beginning to squirt its white-hot sperm deep up inside her. In open frustration, Jean dug her nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his shoulders!

"Ohhh… no, Darling… please, no! My God!" she gasped, thrusting the opened core of her helplessly impaled young body up to receive him in his flooding warmth, but craving more… more!

"I… I… oh shit. Jeannie… next time… next time!" she heard him exhaustedly gasp. "Oh… oh Christ… I'm cuumminngg…!"

Oooohhhh Godddd… well, did she know that! Well! Well! While at the same time, she was ready to scream inside! Again… again he had left her there, and just when she was certain that it might happen! D-Damn him! Damn him!

Jean rolled his heavily gasping body off of her, raising herself to one elbow, her trembling intent to verbally destroy his masculinity once and for all! The bastard! The selfish bastard…!

But, she said nothing! He slept… mouth open, eyes only half-closed… the sleep of exhaustion! For a long moment, the frustrated blonde-haired young woman stared at him, sensing the immediate pangs of her desire melting before the truth of his drained strength. My God, she was acting like a wanton whore! While he, poor Darling, did what he had to! The tears filled her eyes once more as she bent and kissed his slack lips. Then, she arose from the bed and found a robe in the closet.

A few moments later, Jean pattered into the front room and poured herself an unusual scotch and soda, the excitement in her quivering loins and belly far from relieved, but endurable she thought… endurable until he could learn to bring her all the way to the end of the line…

Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short nightie… not quite certain why she had selected such a daring thing to wear alone to bed, either.

God, she'd never drunk so much in her life! Throughout the four hours or better that Mark had slept, she had continued to pour herself little periodic nips from the scotch-bottle, weakening them with water, of course, but she realized now that they had built up on her. The last two potent ones she had made to sip at while she absently watched TV had contained that 'drop' too much; her head was spinning.

She stood before her vanity mirror, brushing her long, honey-blonde hair, remembering how Mark had again, almost shamefully avoided looking at her after he'd awakened. God, as much as she wanted him to reach her, to make her know the erotic thrill of completion, she realized he was not to blame, that he just couldn't hold back. She had tried to explain that it was all right and that she understood, but he hadn't wanted to even talk about it… and then he was gone. Darn, was it any wonder that she'd decided to investigate the effects of liquor a bit further? Nor was she sorry now, even though it hadn't quite reacted in the manner expected. At least, she felt less inhibited toward the feverish sensations he had awakened and left simmering inside her… which was the reason she had chosen the sensuously inciting nightie, wasn't it?

Staring into the mirror, Jean realized that it was impossible to deny herself any longer, and subconsciously she had been working toward this all evening. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes… she was going to make it delightfully beautiful for her own self. She let her eyes rove over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, but it had been many months, since Carol and she had roomed together at school actually, that she had enjoyed them with such intentions. Her full and pointed, pink-nippled breasts had always secretly intrigued her from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, swelling presence. She lay her brush onto the vanity and smoothed her hands down over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her navel exotically visible through the sheer black nylon. Her view moved to the sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long white columns of her full, white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the golden triangle of silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded her gaze.

Jean sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands stroke downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat belly to the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; she pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink vaginal slit momentarily captivating her through the shadowy nylon.

Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through her… now! And she quickly turned, walking to the bed, switching out the light as she climbed in thinking how much nicer it could be if Carol were there with her at that very moment…!

"Jeez, did you see that?" Corky White hissed to his brother hunched beside him. "When she bent over to get in bed I could see her bare ass…!"

"Shut up, you stupid bastard!" Leo Vincent angrily whispered. "She'll hear you! That window's open!" He slunk down lower and crawled away, motioning for his teenaged associates to follow. In the heavy shadow of shrubs he waited until they joined him. "You dumb fuck, Corky, you louse this up and Morgan's going to kill you, I swear it!"

"Shit, I won't louse it, Leo! She couldn't hear me anyway, the way she was rubbing herself. I'll bet she's in there finger-fucking her cunt like crazy right this minute…!"

"Corky's right, Leo!" Billy White, a heavy-set, good looking boy, whispered. "She was getting ready to finger-fuck herself! Must be that Blakely can't take care of that hot little pussy of hers…"

"Knock it off will you two? For Chris' sake, we got a job to do!" the pimply faced teenager snapped. "Now listen to me, we jimmy the back door…"

"Why not go in through her opened window, Leo?" Billy interrupted.

"Goddamnit, will you listen? Because she might see us and scream, that's why! There's a moon, you know, or she might turn on a light… anything. Besides, Morgan worked this out and we're following to the letter! You got that?"

"Sure, whatever you say, Leo," Corky enthusiastically replied. "Just as long as I get my cock into her smooth little belly…!"

"We'll all get to fuck 'er!" Leo answered a slow grin spreading his thins acned face. "But… we do it right… surprise her… you handle the gag, Billy, and shove it into her mouth right off quick, eh?"