Jon Reskind: Caesar comes book I

"Oooohh… oh Uncle… God yes…! Fuck it! Fuck me! Give it to me, Darling!" she groaned and cried in young wanton lewdness, beginning to lift her cock impaled vagina up higher to meet his lengthy, thick hardness, its blood-inflated head gouging into her hot young belly with breathless pain-pleasure!

Ohhh God, she blindly reasoned, her whole body was coming alive to the brutal fucking he was giving her! Her own uncle… Uncle Link, fucking her hot cunt… playing and taunting her tits… Licking her pussy! Oooohhh… she'd never be the same! She'd fuck him whenever he wanted… and suck his cock as best she could! Anything… anything…! Oooohhh… she was going to… yes, she was going to cum… soon… very soon… cum like a fountain all over his wonderful, beautifully fucking cock buried as deep up inside her…!

Link realized her closeness and was thankful for it. He was no more than seconds away, himself! The clutching, wet tightness of her almost virginal young cunt was more than he could fight against! Immediately, it'd begun to milk the life from his desperately straining cock, its youthful naivete more than he was yet able to cope with! He could feel the small rhythmic sucking motions at the bloated depths of his balls, the fistlike suction of her grasping vaginal walls hotly and wetly massaging his throbbing cock! Shit… shit he was going to cum…!

"Oooohhhh… nowwww… give it to meeee… pleaseeeee! I… I'm cuumminngggg!" Annie wailed, throwing her tender, teenaged loins up onto his swelling cock, then wrapping her legs wildly up around his driving buttocks to cling tightly to him as with her internal pussy muscles she drew his long, thickly hardened length into the very sanctuary of her burning belly!

Link sensed the eruption inside her when her desperately clutching body began to wildly convulse beneath him, her hot, tight cunt channel, nibbling and clutching like a scalding, liquid hand around the jerking, blood-engorged flesh of his swollen cock! Gushes of her warm, viscid orgasmic fluids spilled over his heavily aching penis, smoothing the way even more so into her young, heaving belly. It blew up for him then, too! He sensed it, his needle-like stream of hotly racing sperm roaring along the long full length of his pumping hardness… and then it was squirting into her with dreamlike jets of mind-shattering lust!

Once mores Annie groaned out her physical ecstasy as the flooding heat of her uncle's burning white sum spewed endlessly into her now forever stretched runt and belly, its unending liquid flow filling her intestines to the brim. She could feel the huge hardness of his pulsating cock-head deep in the very heart of her, pumping out its wetly cascading sperm, and at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered… only that she milk out from it with her hungrily working vaginal muscles its very last drop…!

Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to 'check on things'. Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Caesar, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began.

It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gayly helped her with the dishes. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either.

After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night and her secret lover.

"Mmmmmm… what a handsome man you are, Mark Blakely," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion."

Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, angel, along with the music, the liquor… I think I need something erotically stimulating."

Again, Jean kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! It was necessary that they intimately reached one another! It had to be tonight… it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time…!

"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whisperingly exclaimed into his face. "No inhibitions! Just love, Mark Darling… love anyway you want it…!"

His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind… but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.

Finally, he said: "Inhibitions… anyway I want it…? What do you mean, baby? Do we… either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it… and that was oral sex! Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.

"No answers win you get from me, lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Jeannie after your shower… all over, Darling… all over!"

Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droaned into his head.

The phone rang and he answered it. It was the sentry he'd placed in charge for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Caesar-bastard, should he call Chief Morgan or him?

"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts.

As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little Darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to cum when they fucked! That simple… nothing more… and he just better do it…!

"Come on, baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry… your kitten is waiting…!"

She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, shortie see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamery film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone lustfully exciting him. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down.