All the Time (10 page)

Lainie wasn't surprised when Mike turned on
the charm. "Thanks, honey, I’ll bring the money over later. Got to
go.” Before Tracey could answer, he had the door shut. The shirt
he’d been holding hit the floor. The bag of candy followed the
shirt and Mike rushed across the room to take up where he’d left
off minutes before.

Lainie watched him striding toward her, his
flagpole waving in the breeze and wondered what it would feel like
if it was her cock to use. She could only imagine how wonderful it
would feel to slam her big hunk of man-meat into Tracey’s juicy
body. Wow! Awesome. If only Mike’s amazing appendage was hers to
use as she wished.

She bent and assumed the position she'd been
in before they were so rudely interrupted. Tracey's appearance had
gotten Lainie off track. She slipped her hand down over her satiny
smooth belly, through the dark curls guarding her core and began
fingering herself. It didn't take long for her to be ready for
Mike's invasion.

“Hurry up, darling. I want to come and come
and come,” Lainie demanded as she turned her head to get a better
view of his dark, pulsing, glorious cock.

Closer and closer Mike moved on naked feet.
Lainie sighed. God. He was so beautiful. His classic good looks and
muscular body were nicer than any male model in a body building
magazine. He had a build any man would envy and even though she
wasn’t a man, Lainie found herself envying her husband’s body and
wishing it was hers. She wanted a cock so much, balls, a six pack,
broad shoulders and a tight butt.

Mike positioned himself behind her and
stroked her bottom with loving gentleness. “You have the most
perfect ass, Lainie,” he murmured, leaning over her prone body. His
cock prodded its way into her honeyed moisture. “Oh, yeah, baby,”
he groaned in her ear as his shaft slipped slowly into her
cunt.

Her internal muscles clamped down on his
penis holding him tightly and giving him a cock massage he wouldn’t
forget any time soon. He groaned louder, harsher, sounding more
like a wounded elk than a happy husband.

His large hands clutched her waist, using her
body as leverage to push harder and deeper into her. Lainie relaxed
her insides and opened her stance and he slipped deeper than he’d
ever gone before.

She moaned when Mike wrapped his arms around
her upper body, under her breasts and pulled her to a near standing
position as he strove to bury himself deeper in her heat.

“Oh, goddd, baby,” he crooned. “You are so
fucking good.”

“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” she murmured urging him
on. “Deeper, Mikey, deeper.” She growled and purred, arching
against his sweat soaked body like a large cat. “More, baby…more,”
she begged. “Come on, fuck me, Baby. Harder, darling. Harder. Come
on, come on,” she continued to whimper.

Mike put a finger on her clitoris and cupped
her breast with his other hand, tweaking and stroking with both
hands until she was purring so loud she sounded like a tiger on the
prowl.

“More…more…more,” she screamed, arching
tighter than a full drawn bow. “Oh Godddd…. Ahhhh…,” her wail
filled the air.

The moment her climax began to roll through
her, Mike picked up the pace until he was literally pounding into
her body like a jackhammer. Higher, harder, his hips bucked in
perfect rhythm, his heavy testes slapped her on the back of the
legs.

Even in the throes of her climax Lainie was
conscious of his cock as it swelled and pulsed. His swollen balls
slammed into her thighs readying their own explosion. She knew from
experience he was very near his own climax so she matched his pace
move for move giving as good as she got and yet wanting more–always
more.

Mike began to moan and the moan became a near
howl. “God damn! I’m cumming.

Nowwww…”

His boiling seed spewed into her, filling her
to overflowing until the hot cum rolled down her legs and still she
continued to beg. “Give me your cock…give me…your…cock. Let me be
you,” she cried.

Damn it.
Even as she climaxed, Mike
heard her begging to be him and knew there was nothing he could do
to make her happy. No matter how many times he fucked her, no
matter how many ways he gave it all to her, it still was never
enough. His heart ached to know he could do nothing to satisfy his
beautiful wife.

He wished he knew what it would take to make
her happy. What did she want? Obviously, his cock.

But, what else did she want?

His balls too?

C
hapter Five

Whoa, baby. Tracey nearly passed out when the
silk shirt dropped as Mike Sneider shut the door in her face. His
body was beautifully masculine, better than anything she could have
thought up in her wildest dreams. Beads of sweat broke out on her
forehead and she swiped a trembling hand across her mouth. She
turned and raced down the steps hoping no one would get in her
way.

Her luck held. The house was empty. She
slammed the door and made a mad dash through the living room and up
the steps to her bedroom. She skidded to a stop in front of her bed
and yanked her tight, knit tank-top over her head, making her
large, braless breasts jiggle and bounce. Then she clawed at the
waistband of her black capri pants, tugging them and her panties
down her slender thighs and in moments she was as naked as her sexy
neighbors.

Tracey threw herself across her bed, her
hands digging at her vagina before she hit the mattress. “Oh, my
God,” she moaned, thrashing her head and stroking her swollen clit
frantically. Her first climax hit in a matter of seconds and her
second climax was right on the tail of the first.

Tracey was in a fog of ecstatic, orgasmic
delight and it was a long time before she realized she’d been
finger-fucking herself in front of an open door, legs splayed, cunt
exposed, for all the world to see. Holy shit, if her daddy caught
her like this he’d kill her. God only knew what her up-tight,
out-of-sight mother would do if she walked in now.

Tracey continued to finger herself to a third
and final climax before she bothered to remove her fingers and
close her legs. Eventually, when her breathing slowed, she crawled
off the bed and closed her bedroom door.

She knew she should be ashamed, but at the
moment she simply didn’t care. All she could think about was her
hunky neighbor, Mike Sneider and his huge cock. Oh, my God and his
wife, the gorgeous, sexy Lainie.

God damn, they were a beautiful, desirable
couple.

Tracey threw herself back on her bed and put
her hands back on her cunt, stroking her clit with two fingers
while she slipped two more fingers into her dripping channel. She
was on the verge of another gigantic climax. She couldn’t remember
ever
being this excited in all her eighteen years. Her hips
bounced on the bed as a fourth and fifth climax rolled over her and
all Tracey could do was sob and wish she had a boyfriend with a big
cock to relieve the pressure. Why wasn’t there a man around when
you needed one?

“Tracey Lynn?”

Oh, shit. Mom was home. “Yeah?” Tracey
answered as she scrambled off the bed and ran into her private
bathroom.

“I’m home and it’s time to help me make
dinner.” On the other side of the closed door, her mother’s voice
sounded impatient as usual.

“Kay, I’ll be right down,” Tracey answered,
turning on the water, she quickly washed her hands. Back in her
room, she rushed into her clothes, swiping a trembling hand over
her mussed bedspread before hurrying to join her mother in the
kitchen.

Her mother gave her a suspicious look. “What
have you been doing, young lady?”

Tracey's answer came with practiced
innocence, “Nothing, Mom. I ran over and delivered the stuff to the
Sneiders like you asked me to, then I came home and was working on
my homework.

“Oh? I’m assuming the reason you didn't hear
me calling was because you were deep in thought?”

Tracey nodded. “College English is a hell of
a lot harder than high school English.”

* * * *

Monica gave Tracey a perfunctory hug. It was
hard to believe she was the mother of an almost nineteen-year-old
daughter. Monica shook her head. Where had the years gone?

Tracey was half her age, taller and slimmer
than she was and a real beauty. She sure had gotten all of the good
genes in the family.

Monica watched Tracey pour a glass of soda
and shook her head when Tracey asked if she wanted some.

No, what she really wanted was to hear
everything she could about the neighbors. “So, honey, how are the
Sneiders?” Sometimes, when she was feeling sorry for herself,
Monica almost wished her husband, Rog, could be more like Mike
Sneider when it came to helping around the house. Otherwise, she
had no complaints about her husband. He was a good provider. He
still had those boyish good looks she'd fallen in love with when
they were just kids. He kept himself in good shape, was fun-loving
and a fabulous lover.

She wasn't one to brag, but as far as she was
concerned, Rog was as big or bigger in the cock and balls
department, so she had no complaints there. He was a generous lover
and made sure she climaxed before he did. She loved to roll his
balls around in her hands and watch his cock grow while he begged
for relief. He was even generous about going down on her, but then
she enjoyed sucking him off too. All in all he was great.

She only had one big complaint about Rog. He
was lazy as could be when it came to helping her around the house.
He never noticed the door knobs needed replacing or the front door
stuck. The bathroom needed painting and all the other minor things
that drove her nuts.

Monica sighed. Oh well, Rog was never going
to change. If she wanted it done, she'd do it herself.

Thank her lucky stars, he was hell on wheels
in the bedroom and Monica wanted all he could give her and
more.

Rog was the best, but he wasn't Mike Sneider.
There was a cockiness about Mike that made him hard to resist. So
she spied on the neighbors frequently. It was worth the effort,
because she'd seen him wandering through his house many times,
naked as the day he was born, his massive cock and balls swinging
in cadence with his long stride? God, he was absolutely delicious
to watch. Rog had a good body, but Mike had a body to die for;
powerful, muscular and sexy. She couldn't help but admire his
attributes.

She had to stop thinking about Mike. She had
a perfectly wonderful, totally reliable and loving husband of her
own.

It wasn’t just Mike Sneider who had a
fabulous, sexy body. The more she thought about it, the more she
had to admit Lainie’s body was pretty fantastic, too. The younger
woman was built like a porn star with large, heavy breasts topped
by the most delectable nipples. Monica often thought about those
tight nipples when she was screwing Rog. Who could blame her?

Lainie’s breasts were the nicest she’d ever
laid eyes on and sometimes Monica wished they were hers. Monica’s
breasts were nothing to be ashamed of, but she had given birth to
two kids, which had taken a toll on their firmness. Considering she
was nearing thirty-eight, her breasts were still where they were
supposed to be and she had nice, hard nipples Rog seemed to find
fascinating.

Maybe it was her fault their sex life wasn’t
as exciting as the Sneiders’. Well, there was a cure for what ailed
their marriage, and Monica was willing to try anything. A little
more excitement in the bedroom was going to be a major addition to
her 'honey do' agenda.

Life for her sweet husband was about to
become a lot more interesting. Monica smiled at the thought. Poor
ol’ Rog would never know what hit him.

In fact, he’d recently told her he wanted to
photograph her breasts and put the pictures on the net. He said
he’d found a great website for amateur nude photos. She’d been
hesitant to exhibit her body, but maybe she’d do it if he would let
her photograph his cock and put the pictures on the web-site along
with hers.

Just thinking about their pictures on the net
was making her horny as hell. Who knew, it could be a lot of fun.
They could take pictures and fuck away the night.

Mmm, humm
.

Okay, okay, so she shouldn’t be staring
through the windows at her neighbor’s house, but for godsake, they
were always naked and seemed to be fucking constantly. Monica
couldn’t help it if she happened to be wandering past a window when
the action started.

So far Monica was reasonably sure her kids
hadn’t seen anything unusual next door, but she supposed she really
should mention to the neighbors their sexual habits were on display
to anyone who chanced to look. Maybe tomorrow, but not today. She
was hoping they would put on a good show tonight.

Rog had been on the road for days and would
be all revved up and horny as hell when he arrived home this
evening. Watching the neighbors would be just the impetus Monica
would need to get Rog all hot and bothered. The kids were going
out; tonight would be the perfect time to let him know things were
changing for the better.

Thinking about the neighbors fucking and the
fact she’d missed Rog terribly this week had her on the edge of
exploding. Dammit. Rog wouldn’t be home for hours.

She glanced at Tracey, who seemed to be
stargazing out the window over the sink. Would Tracey notice if she
slipped into her bedroom for a little finger-fucking to relieve the
pressure?

“Tracey, honey.”

“Yeah, Mom?” Tracey seemed oblivious to her
mother’s discomfort.

“I’m going up and change my clothes.” Was
that sexy, husky voice hers? Monica cleared her throat and waved a
hand in front of her face. The slight breeze did nothing to cool
her scalding cheeks.

Tracey continued to stand at the sink,
staring out at the back yard.