All the Time

by Cherie Denis

  “And, then what?”

  “We’re going to fuck ‘til the dawn’s early light.”

  “Promises, promises,” Lainie teased, poking her fork at the cake. He was still watching her. What was going on?

  She savored the final bite and licked her fork. "Hmm, I love chocolate almost as much as I love you," she said, placing her fork on the empty plate.

  "Your plate is clean enough I don't think I should bother to put it in the dishwasher."

  Lainie's face grew warm and they both laughed.

  He was so damned cute she wanted to curl up in his lap and kiss him silly.

  He hadn't touched his piece of cake. Lainie was tempted to pull it in front of her and eat it herself, but the slight frown furrowing his forehead told her he was anxious for her to open her gift.

  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 pla
stered 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.

  Monica cried out, “I’m cummmingggg….”

  Rog gasped, shuddered and shot his load into Monica’s heaving body.

  Tracey watched in awe when her father’s cock shot out of her mother’s cunt and began spewing semen everywhere. Some landed on Monica’s back, some on her upturned bottom and some on the backs of her legs. When Rog finished shooting and bent over to lick up the love juice off her mother’s back, Tracey decided it was a good time to leave. Food completely forgotten, she slipped silently down the hall, turned and raced up the stairs to her room ripping off clothes as she ran.

  Chapter Ten

  Lainie opened her eyes, stretched and yawned. Everything looked the same. Maybe Mike had been wrong. From where she lay, the world hadn’t changed, except she was on the wrong side of the bed which in itself hardly seemed important.

  Lainie arched her back, stretched. Something didn’t feel right. The weight of her full breasts seemed to be so much lighter than usual. Afraid to look, yet curious, Lainie molded her hands over her chest.

  Nothing.

  Instead of breasts, her hands encountered flat, muscular, lightly furred chest walls. Her eyes flew around the room. She didn't want to look and yet she had to. She looked down to find her breast gone. Her chest was FLAT. Flat…flat…flat.

  Oh, my god!

  Lainie’s thoughts jumbled, verging on panic.

  It had worked! It had really worked!

  Afraid to look down at her body, Lainie ran trembling
hands down her now hair-roughened chest to her no longer woman-trim waist. She had a six pack. Frightened and excited beyond words, she trailed her shaking hands down a manly shaped groin to find a cock and…oh, my god…BALLS.

  IT HAD WORKED.

  She had a penis. She had balls.

  She was a real, honest-to-god man.

  No. Wait. Maybe she was dreaming.

  Lainie pinched her cock.

  Son-of-a-bitch! It had hurt like hell.

  No longer afraid and exhilarated beyond belief, she threw back the covers and took a hard look at her anatomy. Yes!! She had a real, fucking, beautiful, great big, oh my god, sexy…COCK. And, it was all hers.

  “Mike!” Whoa, it sure was strange to hear his voice coming out of her mouth. Lainie, shivering with excitement, gave her husband’s shoulder a shake.

  Mike, back to Lainie, continued to sleep the sleep of the innocent and exhausted.

  Lainie stared for a moment at the sight of her sweet husband, his long hair tumbling down his slim, feminine back in a profusion of dark silk. She stuck out a trembling, masculine hand and stroked her husband’s soft skin reveling in the delicious feel of female skin under manly hands. God, is that how she felt to Mike? No wonder it turned him on. It was all so amazing and terribly stimulating.

  “Mike, darling,” Lainie whispered in his ear, nuzzling as she did so. “Wake up, sleepyhead, she continued to whisper afraid to speak aloud in her new manly voice. “Come on, sweetheart wake up. Mike! Baby! You have to wake up. It worked!”

  It was nearly impossible to contain her overwhelming excitement. There was no earthly way to explain how stimulating her new, gruff, masculine voice sounded as it ricocheted around in her head.

  * * * *

  Mike stirred, but refused to open his eyes. He didn’t want to leave his dreams, but he kept hearing someone call his name in what sounded vaguely like his own voice. Eventually, the words started to made sense.