All the Time (17 page)

He reached over, moved her empty plate and
replaced it with the glittering bag. “Time to open your present,
sweetheart. I hope you like it."

“Why wouldn't I? You always spoil me, Mike."
She tugged the shimmering ribbons and the bag slithered to the
table in a pool of liquid silver.

Shocked, Lainie couldn't keep from gasping.
She stared for a moment. “Oh, my god, Mikey…it’s huge.”

Mike grinned and chuckled. “You like it?”

“I don’t know what to say.” There in all its
magnificent glory stood the largest, most realistic dildo she had
ever laid eyes on. There was even a realistic vein running up the
underside of the cock from the fake balls to the tip. She’d never
seen something so magnificent in her life.

Mike grinned, “Yeah, I know…the clerk said it
is an exact replica of Peter North’s cock. “And, darling,” he
continued, “It even shoots cum like the real thing."

Lainie gasped. Peter North, a well-endowed
porn star popular during her late teens, had the biggest cock at
the time and he shot thick, gooey cream like a geyser. She still
loved to watch his movies. “Mmm.” Her lips pouted involuntarily
when she thought of sliding the fat, fake cock into her vagina.

Her husband continued to grin like a Cheshire
cat and Lainie wondered what else he might be withholding from her.
Was he planning to use the fake cock tonight? There was no reason
for the pretend penis. Mike’s own appendage would give any porn
star a run for his money.

“That’s not all, darling,” Mike urged.

Lainie slipped her hand around inside the
silk lined bag. She withdrew her hand holding a tiny vial filled
with what looked like liquid gold. “What’s this Mike? Some new kind
of lubricant?”

He laughed. “No, but it is something
extraordinary for just the two of us to share. Come sit on my lap
and I’ll tell you more, darling.”

She cuddled eagerly on his lap and listened
enthralled while Mike explained the history and the source of the
mysterious golden liquid. When he finished the story, he poured
each of them a half glass of champagne and very carefully measured
two drops of liquid gold into each glass.

Handing Lainie a glass, he picked up the
other. “Are you sure, Lainie?” he asked and when she smiled and
nodded, he touched his glass to hers, bent and kissed her lips.

Together, they lifted their glasses and
drank.

* * * *

Monica Canady moaned, “Rog…Rog, my god, you
have to see this.”

What the fuck was wrong with Monica, Rog
wondered barely lifting his eyes from the scene unfolding on their
plasma screen TV. “Yeah?”

“Rog…come here.” Monica’s voice was rough,
low and sexy.

Rog Canady couldn’t resist the call of her
bedroom voice so he stood and wandered up behind his wife as she
peered out the family room window.

“What’s up, baby-cakes?” he asked nuzzling
the back of her neck. She was sweaty and smelled like aroused
woman. Rog took a deep breath and cupped Monica’s heavy breasts.
She was braless and obviously aroused. Her nipples poked through
the fabric of her T-shirt like hard berries begging to be
sucked.

Monica leaned back against his chest and
moaned when his fingers brushed her swollen nipples through the
soft fabric.

“What’s got you so hot and bothered?” he
queried. "I'm not complaining, sweetie, cause you know how I feel
about you and fucking. If you're ready, I'm more than willing.
Especially if it means I'll be sliding my cock into your hot, wet
pussy.

“Look at our neighbors, Rog,” Monica moaned
rubbing her butt against Rog’s burgeoning cock.

Rog was more interested in pinching Monica’s
nipples than he was in staring out the window at the neighbors. He
nipped the side of her neck and grinned when she shivered. He
licked where he had nipped and sucked the skin into his mouth
leaving a wet spot in his wake.

“Oh, god, Rog…quick…look,” Monica pleaded,
rubbing her butt against his cock until it slipped between her
bottom cheeks.

Man, she was randy tonight. What was going on
over at the neighbors that they hadn't witnessed at one time or
another? Rog figured by now he's seen everything in Mike Sneider's
repertoire.

Monica moaned and wiggled and Rog decided to
see what all the excitement was about. He shifted his eyes,
following her gaze out the window.

“Holy shit.” he gasped when he realized what
the neighbors were doing right there in their own dining room, and
it sure as hell wasn’t eating dinner. No, it was Mike Sneider
chewing on his gorgeous, naked wife. Mike’s wife lay spread-eagle
on the dining room table with her cunt open to the world and Mike
was bent over Lainie. His mouth on her right nipple, suckling for
all he was worth, while his right hand was buried three fingers,
knuckle deep in her wet aperture. Lainie’s honey glistened on her
bright pink labia and Mike’s fingers.

Rog had never seen anything so sexually
exciting in his life. His neighbors were equal to any porn movie
he’d ever watched.

Lainie Sneider was one fucking hot lady. No
question about it, Rog silently admitted. This wasn't the first
time he’d spent an evening standing exactly where he was now,
watching them screw themselves silly on the dining room table. And,
the sight always made him super horny. But, tonight something was
different. The Sneiders were going at each with an intensity Rog
had never witnessed before. In fact, they were like a couple of
animals. Rog could almost hear them growling as they tore into each
other.

Rog’s cock jumped to full alert and pushed
against his sweatpants begging for release. He rubbed against
Monica’s tight ass, sliding back and forth between her cheeks until
he was a throbbing mass of energy ready to burst.

Monica seemed to be on the same page as she
arched back rubbing against him just as energetically. She moaned
and growled. “I’m so horny, Rog. Come on, baby…fuck me.”

She whimpered and her butt shimmied when he
nipped her neck and pinched her nipples between thumb and
forefingers. She groaned and pressed against his swelling cock.

Rog had been fucking Monica since she was
sixteen and he knew her every move. She was hot, wet and ready.
“Where are the kids?” he managed to grind out the words between
nips and nuzzles.

“Gone,” she growled raising her breasts to
his grasping fingers. “Tracey’s on a date and Wendy is spending the
night at Emilie’s.”

Rog heard the word ‘gone’ and began tugging
his wife’s T-shirt off over her head. By the time she got to the
part about Tracey being on a date he had Monica's head buried in
the fabric of the shirt. Milliseconds later the shirt was on the
floor. At the sight of her naked tits his balls clenched and
swelled. He swooped down to latch onto one of her pouting pink
nipples. Sucking the tight tip into his mouth he rolled the nipple
around with his tongue before nipping and tugging. She loved when
he sucked hard on her tits. With his free hand he cradled her other
breast and played with the nipple.

"God, baby, you taste like pure sin."

Roger sucked hard on her tits and Monica made
herself useful tugging down her knit pants and panties. Rog latched
on like a limpet and never lost suction as she skimmed his
sweatpants off his aroused body. He shivered all over when she
closed both her hands over his manhood and tugged. She stepped
backward and her naked bottom was plastered against the plate glass
window like a Garfield suction cup in the back window of a car.

Rog was at a loss, he was having so fuckin’
much fun sucking and pinching and touching his luscious wife all
over, but it wasn’t enough. No, he wanted to bury his fist in her
wet cunt, just like Mike Sneider was buried in his wife.

Rog wished he had three hands so he could do
it all at one time. Abandoning his assault on her breast with his
free hand, he skimmed his hand down Monica’s silky skin and buried
his fingers in the soft curls guarding her cunt. She was so hot it
nearly singed his fingers. Wiggling his fingers in the air to
signify she’d burned him, Rog buried his nose in her breasts and
chuckled.

Monica grinned wickedly and bucked her ass
against the cold window urging him to touch her. Her hot bottom
squeaked against the window and Rog chuckled again as his hand dove
into her wet opening. He slipped three fingers into her honey and
ran his thumb across her clit and her vaginal muscles clasped his
fingers in a death grip.

Over Monica’s shoulder, he continued to watch
the excitement at the neighbors’ and could tell by the way Lainie’s
head was thrown back and her mouth was open, she too was coming in
a loud, tumultuous climax, just as his own luscious, hot wife was
doing at the very same moment.

Enough was enough. Play time was over. Rog
couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be buried deep inside Monica.
He watched Mike Sneider pick Lainie up off the table, wrap her legs
around his waist and plunge his massive cock into her.

Perfect. Just what he planned to do to
Monica.

Lucky for his back, Monica was not a big
woman. Rog bent, put his arms under her firm ass and lifted. She
clasped her legs tightly around his narrow waist and hung on for
dear life. He slammed his cock into her wet heat.

Monica answered by throwing back her head and
screaming with excitement.

“That’s it, baby. Come on, baby. Fuck me.”
Rog groaned as his balls tightened signifying his climax was near.
He bucked his hips pushing deep into her wet pussy.

Wet. Hell, she was dripping honey all over
him and he loved it. Only problem facing his pounding cock was the
fact if he wasn’t careful he was going to slip out, and if it
happened, he'd come all over the place. Everywhere but inside his
baby-doll.

Monica recognized the problem and clenched
her internal muscles and held on tight. Moments later Rog blasted
off, pouring hot seed into her willing, welcoming body.

Spasm after spasm shook Rog to his core. His
knees trembled and his hands, slippery with sweat and cunt juice,
could barely hang onto Monica. She tightened her internal muscles
until it almost hurt, but at the same time it felt so fucking damn
good. God, he loved being inside her.

Rog cried out when Monica’s muscles began to
massage his cock and within minutes a second, even more violent
climax hit him like a two by four behind the knees.

“God, Monica, you’re fucking amazing!”

* * * *

Tracey arrived home around ten to find the
house quiet. Funny, Mom was usually waiting for her to show up. It
wasn’t particularly late, but maybe Mom was PMSing and went to bed
early. As cranky as she'd been, it was unlikely going to bed early
would help, because her mom had been crabbier than hell lately.
Probably needed more sex.

Tracy laughed softly as she headed to the
kitchen to raid the refrigerator. There had to be some of the
chocolate cake left from dinner.

Rounding the corner she thought she heard the
TV and not wanting to get in an argument with her mother, she
stopped and listened. Sometimes she could tell who was up by
listening to what was playing on the plasma.

Whoa. That wasn’t any program she’d heard
lately unless it was
Desperate Housewives
. Someone was sure
moaning and grunting.

She crept down the hall and peeked around the
doorway.

Holy shit!

Tracey clamped a hand over her mouth to stop
the gasp she'd almost let fly. She moved stealthily into the
shadows.

Déjà vu all over again. Her parents were in
the same position she’d seen the neighbors using a few days
ago.

Her mother was bent over the leather arm
chair, round butt in the air and her dad was standing behind her
screwing her with a shaft rivaling Mike Sneider’s in length and
circumference.

Tracey trembled from head to toe. She tried
hard to forget her parents were sexual beings. It was bad enough
knowing they were actually crazy about each other. She wanted to
put her hands over her eyes, but she couldn’t. Curiosity clawed at
her. She couldn’t stop staring. God! Her parents were fucking like
a couple of minks and she was getting so turned on by their
actions.

Rog, unaware he was being watched and judged
for his fucking abilities, clasped Monica’s breasts in his hands
and cradled the full mounds tenderly. Rubbing his thumbs over her
deep-pink nipples, she answered with a loud moan and more
ass-wiggling. She threw back her head and opened her mouth to
capture his tongue in a soul-sucking kiss which sent Tracey’s heart
into overdrive. Who would have guessed her mother could be so
fucking hot and sexy–not to mention her dad?

Tracey couldn’t turn her eyes away from the
scene in front of her and wasn’t even aware when her hands crept up
her body and under her T-shirt to cup her own aching breasts. Her
belly clenched and moisture formed in her vagina as fingers
caressed and gently plucked at her nipples.

A slight motion outside caught Tracey’s eye
and she found herself staring first at the butt print on the glass
and then at the Sneiders brightly lit dining room. No wonder her
parents were rutting like animals in the family room.

The Sneiders were at it again.

Her eyes wandered back to the butt print
again and she nearly laughed out loud. Mom? Wow, baby…you’re one
hot chick for a mother.

Across the lawn, Mike Sneider seemed to be
sucking his wife’s clit–his massive cock pointing aggressively
toward Lainie’s luscious body.

Jeez, the neighborhood was full of sexy, hot,
fucking people.

Monica groaned, drawing Tracey's gaze away
from the neighbor’s dining room to check out what was going on in
her own house.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph
.

Mom? Dad?

Tracey clamped her hand over her open mouth
as a groan threatened to escape. Her dad was pounding into her
mom’s jiggling ass like a jackhammer and Monica was throwing her
head around like a mare in heat. He held Monica’s breasts like they
were handles made just to hold him on the wild ride he was taking.
He slammed into her again and again and each time his balls slapped
against Monica’s butt making a loud sound in the empty room.