Chapter 13

The alarm went off, and Kathy moaned as I shut it off. She tried to hold on to me as I got out of bed. I kissed her and said I loved her. She murmured and said she loved me, then snuggled back under the blankets. I showered, shaved, etc., then I was on my way. I stopped and bought breakfast items, parked in her drive, and went in. She had taped a sign to the stairs, “I love to suck.” Halfway up was another.

“I love to fuck” and at the top, “I want to lick”. The door sign said, “Your big dick!” I was laughing, and my cock was hard when I went in. She was sitting in bed with her perfect tits showing.

“Hurry, honey! I need you in me right now!” I stripped in record time and was holding her in seconds. There weren’t a lot of preliminaries, and she pulled my cock into her cunt with a big moan.

“Oh, Mike, I needed this so badly! I was too used to having you in me each morning. The last three days were interminable! Hold me like this, honey.”

I whispered, “I love you, Annie. I love you so.” My cock felt like it was swollen larger than a baseball. I felt her throbbing around my cock. I shuddered, and chills ran down my spine. I kissed her sweetly as she ran her hands to my butt and pulled me tighter into her.

“Oh, God! This is so good!” She arched against me and literally lifted me. Her cunt squeezed me hard when she did it. Man! She was really strong! I gasped when she arched, and she smiled at me.

“Liked that?” I nodded, and she did it again. Wow! I wiggled my cock in her, then she ran her feet from my calves to my butt. Each move up my legs caused her cunt to move over my cock differently. She must have seen the look in my eyes, “Like that too?” I nodded, and she ran her feet down and back up with a steady movement. It felt like her cunt was trying to milk my cock. I asked her to do it again, and this time I fucked into her as she milked my cock.

I whispered, “Again.” She smiled, and we started doing it in rhythm. It was intense. She was breathing hard in a minute and having an orgasm in two. The milking sensation was stronger. I held off and waited for her to come down. It was a few minutes, and she smiled as she swiveled her pelvis under me.

“I needed that,” she whispered. She was looking up at me dreamily, then she twisted on my cock and stroked me with a long fuck as I held myself above her. I shuddered at the sensation and lowered into her on the next one. We started that perfect rhythm, and it built rapidly. All I wanted, with incredible desire, was to put my sperm into her vagina as far as possible, and I knew she wanted it there as badly as I. It was intense beyond description. We were mating; reproducing the species with mindless intensity. As she orgasmed and I shot into her, I was thinking of my sperm fertilizing her egg. Afterwards, I was a quivering mass on top of her. I raised a little and shakily kissed her sweaty face.

I whispered, “I was trying to make a baby with you. It was all I could think of.” She moaned and hugged me to her body, my cock swimming in the liquid of her cunt.

“I pray for the day I get pregnant, Mike. I want your babies with my whole being.” She had a tear trickle out of the corner of her eye. I kissed it away. I talked about when we could marry and have babies. She talked about how she would decorate the nursery and nurse them. I laughed with her when she talked about how big her breasts would get when she was nursing babies. I told her she would have to nurse Daddy too.

“The milk is only for babies, Mike. You would be a titty piggy and wouldn’t leave any for the baby.” I agreed and sucked a nipple voraciously. She laughed and pressed my head to her breast. Remembering the coffee, I raised up off her. She whimpered when my cock plopped out. I lay beside her and reached for the coffee. She sat up, and I gave her a cup.

We ate our bagels and drank the coffee with lots of kisses and licks. We talked about the trip to the cabin, and I asked if she had ever cross-country skied. She hadn’t, so I asked about her shoe size. I figured I would have to get her some boots. She was smaller than Mom and Kathy. I told her Kathy was interested in private dance lessons, not group lessons. Annie was enthusiastic and said the studio was available till school started. I grinned at her and picked up the phone.

Kathy answered after four rings, obviously still asleep. She griped about me waking her and then said in her blunt way, “So, are you fucking her right now and calling me to brag about it?” I stuttered for a moment and denied it. I told her I was calling about the dance lessons. Kathy asked me a couple of questions about style and cost. When I muttered that I didn’t know about that stuff, she said with some exasperation, “Let me talk to her.” I gave the phone to Annie, and they launched into a long conversation, as if they were old friends. Annie laughed a lot, and I did figure out that they had agreed on price, location, and times. At long last, Annie handed the phone back to me. Kathy was all business: “When you guys get out of bed, you are to come get me. We will go to the studio, and I will have my first lesson. Then we will go to lunch and Christmas shopping. Got it?” I mumbled OK, and she hung up. I stared at Annie with my mouth open.

“Your sister is a take-charge girl. I think I will really like her.” Annie smiled, and we finished our breakfast, fucked slowly for another hour, showered, and dressed. Annie took a small bag from her closet, and we headed home. It seemed strange to be out in public with Annie, and I mentioned it. She smiled and said it was a nice feeling. We went into the house. Kathy was dressed and reading. She jumped up, ran to Annie, and hugged her like they were old friends. They immediately launched into a fast-paced conversation that seemed to cover every subject in the universe in a couple of minutes. They touched each other as they talked and laughed. I was amazed. At last, they turned to me, and Kathy said, “Well, let’s go!” As if I was the cause for delay! I gave them my puzzled look, and we left.

Annie sat between Kathy and me. Kathy said, “Sorry to break up your love-making this morning. I got so excited about this I couldn’t wait!” Annie assured her it was OK, and then she squeezed my thigh and said, laughing, “Mike is more than a satisfactory lover!” I blushed and glanced at Kathy. She was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I knew what she was about to say, and I prayed she wouldn’t say it! Thank God she didn’t! Annie directed me to the studio, a storefront in a strip mall. She unlocked the door, and we went in through a small lobby. The studio was a long, wide room with mirrors lining the long walls. There were a couple of doors adjacent to the lobby door. Annie beckoned Kathy into one and shut the door. They emerged from the room a couple of minutes later in leotards and dance slippers. Annie’s body showed her strength in a way I hadn’t noticed before. Her thigh and calf muscles flexed with clear definition, as did her butt. Her tits jiggled just a bit, and her nipples were clearly defined. Kathy looked sexy, but clearly softer. I parked in a chair near the lobby door as they went to the bar along one of the mirrored walls. Annie proceeded to lead Kathy through a series of stretching moves for at least fifteen minutes. There were a lot of soft groans from Kathy. The amazing thing was how flexible Annie was! Annie picked up a remote control from a chair, and some fast rock music started up fairly loudly. She led Kathy through some steps that I could see were meant to condition and stretch the legs. After a couple of minutes, Kathy seemed comfortable with the steps. Annie changed the music to a hard-driving song from some dance movie I faintly remembered. Now Annie drove Kathy hard. Kathy didn’t hesitate or give in. I could see the sweat flying off her as she worked. Annie was sweating a little and calling out encouragement to Kathy. They kept it up until I was shaking from just watching! Annie changed the music and slowed the routine dramatically. Kathy was panting heavily as they cooled down. About five minutes into the cool-down, Annie shut the music off, and they went back to the original stretching exercises. Kathy was obviously more flexible than when they started. Her breathing was almost normal, but her face was flushed bright pink. Annie’s face was normal except for a little perspiration. She called an end to the workout and hugged Kathy as she complimented her. They walked into the dressing room as Kathy was exclaiming about how hard it was, but fun. They were in there about a half-hour and came out showered and dressed, looking like they had stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. They were two gorgeous women in sweaters and jeans. Annie locked up the place, and we headed for lunch.

The restaurant was a trendy place that specialized in soups and salads. I did manage to get a decent sandwich while they did soup and salad. Kathy was glowing, and it was obvious she really liked Annie. They scheduled lessons about every other day until school started again. Annie told Kathy that she would probably be able to do a complete workout by then. I was shocked and asked what a “complete workout” consisted of? Annie laughed, “About like today, but two hours.” I groaned and told them that I was tired just watching! “Well, maybe we need to get you started too!” I looked at her to see if she was kidding. She wasn’t! Kathy jumped in and said that was a great idea! I looked at her like she was nuts, and I’m sure she was.

Kathy said, “When you guys get back from the lake Thursday, we’ll start Mike. It will be fun, Mike! You will love it!” I assured them that I wouldn’t love it, but I agreed to try. They were both happy and beamed at me as if I had promised them diamonds or something. After lunch, we went to the mall. I managed to get Annie ski boots that fit the ski bindings. They went off to dress shops while I sneaked off to the jewelry stores. I found what I was looking for at the third one. A trip to a coffee shop, back to the jewelry store, and I was set. When I finally located them, they were modestly loaded down with packages and very conspiratorial. They had to visit a few more shops, including Mrs. Langley’s!

The shop was very busy, but Mrs. Langley spotted me and walked up smiling. She clasped my hands and said she was glad to see me. I searched her eyes, and she seemed sincere. I asked how she was. She smiled bashfully and shrugged, then leaning closer to me, she whispered that Maryanne was accepting things and she was sure everything would be OK. I let out an audible sigh, and she squeezed my hands. Her eyes were sparkling when she said, “I hope things settle down enough that you can come over and visit someday.” She looked into my eyes, and I started getting hard. She let go of my hands. “It was very nice seeing you, Mike, but I have to attend to the business.” She winked and walked away with a noticeable swing to her ass. I let out the breath I was holding and sat in a chair by the door. I saw brief flashes of Annie and Kathy from time to time, and at one point, Mrs. Langley was helping Kathy. I carried their bags out to the car, and they gabbed until we dropped Kathy at home. They hugged each other, and Kathy went in.

On the way home, Annie was bubbling about Kathy. I reminded her that they would be sisters someday, and she said they already were. I helped carry the packages in, and we made love in the bed once more. By the time I got home, it was almost time for Mom to arrive. Kathy was napping on her bed when I found her. I kissed her awake, and she groaned when she stretched.

“Oh God, Mike! I don’t think I’ll be able to walk. She just about killed me! Every muscle in my body aches!” I asked if she wanted a rubdown, and she whimpered pitifully, “Please?” I went into the bathroom and got the liniment, then undressed her. Her body was hot to the touch, and she groaned with every movement. Turning her onto her stomach, I massaged the ointment into her calves, thighs, and butt. They were noticeably tight. She sighed and groaned a lot. As I worked up her back, she mostly sighed. I turned her on her back and couldn’t help but admire her pretty shaved pussy. My mouth watered. I massaged her feet, ankles, and thighs to many sighs and groans. As I neared her pussy, I pushed her thighs apart and lay down to kiss it. She sighed, and her fingers stroked my hair. I knew I had to be careful and not get the liniment on her pussy, so I told her not to move, and I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands. Back in her room, I resumed where I had left off. I must have been getting pretty good at it, because she had an orgasm in a few minutes and one of her screaming-swearing orgasms a few minutes later. When she pushed me away, she was gasping and holding her tits, her face flushed.

A few minutes later, Mom stuck her head in the door, “Dinner is ready, you sex maniacs!” Kathy looked over at her, “You should talk! I bet if I called Chuck over right now, you would be fucking instead of eating.”

Mom gasped and blushed, “Kathy! The way you talk!”

Kathy smirked, “I’m right again. It’s hard being right all the time.”

“Mike, did you go to the cabin today?” I told her I took Kathy to a dance lesson and Christmas shopping. She looked at Kathy quizzically. “Dance lesson? Oh, explain it to me later. Go eat with you guys. I have to get ready for the party quickly.” She disappeared, and I helped Kathy dress. She seemed a little better and moved easier. Mom had brought pizza home for us, so we carried it and Cokes into the family room. We flopped down to watch TV and eat. I barely remembered that I had to be at Mrs. Hansen’s office at 7:00. Mom came down dressed conservatively in a black pantsuit, kissed us goodnight, and left.

At 6:30, I loaded the equipment and left for Mrs. Hansen’s office. It was a ground-floor office in a five-story building. The sign said, “M. A. Hansen, Attorney.” There was an older, gray-haired lady at the reception desk. I introduced myself and said I had an appointment with Mrs. Hansen at 7:00. She smiled and asked me to be seated. A few minutes later, Mrs. Hansen stepped out smiling and told me she would be a few more minutes and I could set up my equipment in the library. I went to the car and started hauling in my stuff. The old lady showed me into the library. It was a plush room with a conference table, leather couch, easy chairs, several floor lamps, and a dozen bookcases full to the ceiling with books. When I finished setting up, the old lady stuck her head in the door and asked if I needed anything. I said I was fine. She smiled and said she was done for the day, wished me a good evening. I wandered around the room looking at the books. They were mostly law books and tax statutes. It was pretty impressive. I was waiting about fifteen minutes when she came sailing in. I had forgotten how striking she was. She was wearing a navy blue suit with a floor-length skirt, unbuttoned several inches above her knees. Her long legs flashed as she walked toward me. With her heels, she was as tall as I. She was apologizing for making me wait and her hand was extended toward me. I had a hard time swallowing and my heart was thudding. She was awesome! She shook my hand and her grip was strong. I was thinking that she would certainly inspire confidence in her clients. She asked if I would like a Coke or something and I managed to mumble a, “Yes, please.” She waved for me to follow and I had the great fortune to have her walk in front of me out the door, down a short hall, and into a little kitchen. She had one of the sexiest walks I had ever seen. I was reminded of Marilyn Monroe in an old comedy as she walked down a train station platform. She took a couple of bottles of Coke out of a little refrigerator and opened them. She handed me one and took a long drink from her bottle. She sighed when she lowered the bottle; “I needed this!” Her smile was dazzling! She told me to bring my Coke with me, and she did that sexy walk back to the library. She set her Coke on the conference table, turned to face me, unbuttoning her suit jacket. It was buttoned to the neck, and as the buttons came undone, I could see more of a white silk blouse, also buttoned to the neck. She took the jacket off and draped it over one of the conference table chairs. When she turned in profile, I was reminded that she was really stacked! She motioned for me to sit on the couch as she walked toward me, undoing the top buttons on her blouse. She only undid three buttons, but there was significant cleavage showing.