Jon Reskind - Caesar comes book I

Jean continued to smile toward him, an excited sensation of warmth abruptly filling her at the thought of Carol… of Steve coming. She crossed to the booth and bent down, cupping his face in her hands to kiss.

"How would you like your eggs, master?" she whispered, the first plans of a wonderful, indulgent evening with this man, her husband, before their guests arrived, trickling through her mind.

"Burned."

"Sunnyside or flipped?"

"However you burn them best, baby," he teased, slipping a hand inside her robe to cup the full resilience of one hanging breast.

"You devil!" she hissed. "Don't you want to eat?"

"What else do you think I'm searching for?" he managed, his big hand gently caressing the rounded, soft mound, erotically taunting its tiny nipple.

Jean gasped to his warm fondling touch, further delights building in her mind. "Tonight," she softly suggested. "A beautiful evening together… and you manage that mister deputy sheriff… an evening of love with your wife?"

Mark couldn't restrain his harsh breathing. He grabbed her and kissed her. "Like all the Caesars in the world couldn't stop me, baby!" he vowed, his big hands caressing the smooth skin of her pretty face.

"And your eggs, Darling…?"

"Lay them! Lay them and I'll eat 'em raw…!"

At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so-called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be a dog…!"

It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet simultaneously, it fascinated her in the realization that she welcomed her banishment from their junior league! Since her incredible sexual ravishment by the mind-shattering Caesar, nothing had been the same for her. She was no longer that child-like teenager the powerful dog had chosen to assault and rape, and well did she know it. Once the traumatic effects had passed, she'd been left with only the acute awareness of mental and physical changes, especially within the intimate female of her young, awakened body. Constantly, she relived every vivid moment of his fierce ravishment, and the uncontrollable manner in which she had finally given herself to him in wild, abandoned passion!

More than just the natural secrets of life had flowered open to her that unbelievable night, the chestnut-haired young teenager realized. The bursting, impalement of his huge, hard animal-penis slithering up into the virginal core of her naked young loins had kindled a ravenous, burning hunger and left it smoldering there in her craving belly, ending her adolescent stage forever!

She thought of that now as she sat on the couch with one shapely white leg folded beneath her, staring idly at the TV and sipping on one of her uncle's beers. She would never have cried rape either, she remembered, if Fred Clark hadn't happened along when she was trying to stumble home completely naked. God, what else could she say but the truth? Again, she drank lightly from the bottle and smiled to herself, thinking of the way the old geezer had lecherously gaped at her, then tried to put his arms around her and fondle her young curves as if to comfort her.

Sex, the delicious ingredient that made life worth living for the young and old alike, she mused, delighted with the pleasant feelings filling her. The beer had added to them and Uncle Link didn't mind her snitching one now and then as long as she didn't overdo it, though she couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about the marijuana joint she had just smoked. He shouldn't really mind that either, seeing that he was Crescent Valley's sole supplier… another fact she'd forced herself to face these past two days.

She keenly surveyed the thinning cloud of sweet-smelling, bluish smoke, her vision seemingly accentuated as she watched it curling outward through the screens of the window and opened front-door. It was a comparatively new experience for her, only the last two days, and simple enough to come by at school. Leo Vincent had hesitated to sell it to her because of Uncle Link, but once she'd resorted to a bit of seductive charm, the pimply-faced character had been ready to do a Sir Walter Raleigh for her. God, just the sight of him nauseated her… but she'd gotten what she wanted, and that was the way of this world, wasn't it?

What was that saying… "A dog eat dog existence?" Appropriate, to say the least, she tittered to herself, stretching out her naked, shapely white legs before her, their small feet raised from the floor with barefooted toes curling back toward her. She felt the tautening muscles and cords in her firm, rounded thighs tingling excitingly in their agitating strain of her loins and smooth little belly. A tiny tremor rippled upward to trace along her spine, suggestively inspiring lustful thoughts and anemones.

God, she thought, if only there was some way she could entice him back once more… at least, once more! The crazy-wild sensations he'd sent screaming through her! And when she'd cum with his great animal cock up inside her pussy… oh wow! Her finger was nothing in comparison! She couldn't help but wonder if a boy, or man could make her cum like that! It was as if she'd exploded inside, she graphically remembered! The very earth had trembled! Was it like that with the man you fell in love with… or any man, at all…?

She brushed her small hand over the snug, sleeve-like leg of her knitted hot-pants, noting the way they provocatively clung to the outline of her full white thighs and sensuous little hump of her vaginal lips. Even with panties, she heatedly discerned, they clung there, visually emphasizing the puffy crease between her legs. Now, what sharp little male mind could have devised these teasers… or had it been a female… a lesbian perhaps, she thought, intrigued with her own new sensually awakened world? God, how could girls give themselves to other girls when there were boys… men… dogs, such as Caesar?

God, she was hot again! Again…? Still, was more like it… and there came Uncle Link's car swinging into the driveway… the end of a perfect Saturday morning. Nell was gone, and there was housework to be done. She should fix him some lunch. He must be tired after all night… and his bleached, ex-bed-partner had hightailed it, a move Annie couldn't blame her for after seeing her face.

Oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind the older woman's leaving. In fact, she was pleased that she was gone. Neither of them needed her… not anymore. Before… B.C… before Caesar, Annie mused, smiling to herself at her clever parallel, she'd felt the want of the woman's presence as some sort of fortifying buffer against her uncle's overwhelming maleness. But not any longer. A new and intriguing world had been opened to her… and she was capable of looking after herself now, as well as Uncle Link…!

Link Morgan partially staggered into the kitchen of his frame-house on Cypress Street shortly after noon. In his gruff mind he was well aware of his drunkeness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. Lydia Newell, the young bitch, had done nothing but add to the latter. She was some sort of cock-tease all right, he reflected, jerking open the refrigerator door to search for a beer. He preferred liquor, but knew he didn't have a drop in the house. A stubby brown bottle, capped and cold, caught his eye and he extracted it.

The little cunt… if only she wasn't Newell's daughter! He'd have fucked her for sure… sitting there in her daddy's chair with her legs teasingly spread and no panties… nothing but black-haired young cunt nakedly winking at him! She knew… she knew all right, the little bitch… with her tight young pussy glaring at him… knowing he dare not make that mistake! Christ, his cock felt like a swollen lead-hammer! The little pricktease… but she had an idea, didn't she… and she wanted Mark Blakely's balls… that was something… if they could pull it off…! The kitchen door swung toward him and his niece, Annie, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Link stared at her in the tightly clinging hot-pants, their patterned black brevity revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when she crossed in front of him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple.