Jon Reskind: Caesar comes book I

If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the Goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!

Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes off the vicious animal, but Jean's lack of screaming, or going to pieces was more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he reasoned, taking the first small step…!

The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Jean's heart had begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of unfaithfulness filling her, as if the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with another! She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her brain beginning to frantically race!

"Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising up in the bed to stare at both of them… her vulnerably naked husband and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her that he could tear Mark to pieces! "Mark, please! What…?"

"Shhh, baby… don't get panicky," he managed, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to get my gun…"

"No! No!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, Caesar leaped!

The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Caesar's great jaws moving toward his throat! Stunned, it was seconds before Mark could raise his arms to defend himself, precious lost seconds that would have made it too late, had not she cried out…!

"Caesar! Stop! Stop!" Jean commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck, and pull. "Stop it, you hear! Stop, Caesar… now… now!"

Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride clinging unafraid to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly flashing his fangs in warning!

"Don't, Mark… don't make one move!" Jean pleaded, stroking the great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again…"

"J-Jesus Christ… I don't get this, Jean!" he choked out, his eyes rounded with incredulity. "How… why… what the hell is going on…?"

"I-It's me, Mark… that's why he's come… and he's jealous…!" Jean exclaimed, determined now to tell everything. "H-He was here last night, too…!"

"He what…?"

"Please Darling, listen to me… please!" she begged, continuing to stroke Caesar's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story, but last night he saved me from being gang raped by three boys…"

"From being what? How? Where…?"

"Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he… Caesar, drove them off! Then… then, he made love to me!"

Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, but quickly thought better of it when Caesar tensed and menacingly growled before him. "Am… am I losing my Goddamned mind entirely, Jean? D-Did I hear you right?"

"Yes, Mark, you heard me right," his naked young wife quickly answered. "And that's why he came back tonight. He wants to make love to me again!"

"J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun…!" the deputy sheriff swore. "We'll put an end to the raping bastard's…!"

"No, Mark! No!" lean vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let you hurt him… or him hurt you! I-I love you both too much…!"

"Us both?" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Jean… do you know what you're saying? You're talking about a wild killer dog!"

"I don't care what he is! He's beautiful and… and he loves me too!" she half-cried, hugging him tightly against the naked mound of one full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into an obvious pink hardness.

Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Jean slowly get to her feet and walk defiantly to the bed, her beautiful blue-eyes in a near glassy state as she crawled onto it and kneeled down on all-fours. She looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she lewdly positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.

"Now, you'll see for yourself, Mark… and I'm not ashamed!" Jean unyieldingly defended. "And please, don't try to stop or hurt him. If you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own!"

"H-Holy Christ!" Mark astonishedly swore, never in his life feeling so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling position, then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside the bed. It wasn't going to happen… couldn't! It was impossible…!

"Come Caesar, up, Darling!" Jean gasped, lustfully reaching behind to teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock. "Now, baby, do it to Jean… Like you did last night, Darling…!"

Mark watched, open-mouthed as Caesar bounced up onto the bed and moved behind Jean, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her full wet runt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. Wildly, then his young wife began to moan as again and again, the brute repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, watched in helpless captivation.

Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very eyes, and she unashamedly knowing that he was watching as she salaciously gave herself sexually to the wild, killer-dog! God almighty, what was she trying to prove… that she was just a wanton bitch… gasping aloud now as Caesar drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice? Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed and lewdly coaxed him on!

"Yes… yesss, my sweet Darling! That's it Caesar lover… Lick my cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show him…! Oh Mark, Darling, watch and see, please! I-I love it… love you… Love him!" she coarsely babbled. "Ooohhh… yes… Caesar baby! Now… now climb up on me and fuck me from behind Darling! Shove your beautiful cock into my cunt! Now, Caesar… now!"

Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted her, his muscular furry body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the shimmering, scarlet animal-cock slipping from its huge sheath. It dripped freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as Caesar hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the lean reddened tip and its thickening solidness into his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! Oh Christ…! he inwardly groaned, his big hand subconsciously clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused hardness!