LLP-276 Caesar Conquers Book 3 by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1


A wave of astonished disbelief swept through the big, well-proportioned
frame of Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely as he stood in the hallway of his
small home staring beyond the partially opened door into his bedroom!
The pair of naked, curvaceous young women lying obscenely curled
together on the rumpled bed were totally unaware of his presence. An
expression of utter incredulity distorted his handsome, chiseled
features, his appalled grey eyes riveted on the wanton spectacle his
voluptuous blonde wife and her vivacious, long-time friend presented in
the obvious throes of sensual exhaustion!

Christ, was it possible ... or was he losing his buttons altogether? His
young Jeannie's whitely ovaled buttocks flagrantly faced him in their
fully rounded nakedness, and there was nothing imaginary about that! It
was bare fact! Her long shapely legs still spread in satiation provided
him a bird's-eye view of the wetly glistening ribbon of pink, intimate
flesh separating the moistly swollen lips of her golden-curled vagina!
And there was nothing hypothetical there either, nor in the viscid
moisture coating the smooth white flesh of her lush inner-thighs, damply
reflecting the soft lamp-light in undeniably lewd evidence! It all lay
before him in the absolute, the lurid sight sucking a nauseating vacuum
at the base of his stomach!

The shocked young husband reached out to grasp support of the
door-frame, sensing the firm arousal of his penis he'd hurried home
with, slowly softening and buckling in the middle, the lusting thoughts
he had entertained concerning his young wife of two months taunting him,
as if they had suddenly assumed leering faces of lesbian mockery! He
watched a sensuous tremor ripple over the nakedly curved loveliness his
Jean possessed, saw her brush her long blonde hair away from her face,
then inconceivably graze her cheek lovingly up between Carol Foster's
open thighs and rub against the moistly saturated pubic hair!

Jesus Christ, maybe the goddamned world was coming to an end, too! That
would be as feasible as seeing Jean lying with her beautiful young face
lewdly nuzzled to her girlfriend Carol's dark, hair-fringed pussy, her
luscious lips, delicate chin, and tiny nose-tip still wet from the
apparent moisture of the willowy brunette's openly spread vagina! His
Jeannie ... my God ... it must have been the blow on the head from the
accident! What else ...? Carol up between her legs ...! Christ, she just
couldn't be a ... lesbian ... Could she? Or ... or could she ...?
Goddamn, after all he'd seen the past week, just about anything was
possible!

He gaped at Carol, his writer-friend's blithely stunning young wife,
lying obscenely spread wide on her back, her firm well-shaped thighs
salaciously open while Jean nestled her passion-moistened face against
the damp softness of their house-guest's languorously offered cunt hair!
With a head-shake, Mark sought to rid his brain of the incredibly lurid
nightmare, but it didn't go away; he was wasn't dreaming! If ... if he'd
been minutes earlier, what the hell would he have seen then? Oh shit ...
there had to be a logical answer ... the accident ... was that it? He
didn't know about Carol, but the blow Jeannie had received on her
forehead the night before in the car accident; it was the only logical
explanation! His mind reeled. And where the hell had she been last
night? He hadn't been able to find that out yet, either! ... Couldn't
let Steve know about this ... the poor bastard, out there risking his
life riding down a wild story with that crazy, drunken hunting posse
...! ... Had to keep his goddamned head ... slip back to the front door
and slam it as if he'd just come in ... seen nothing ... somehow forgive
her, forget it ever happened ...!


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