And Then There Was Katie Ch. 06

Somewhere in the aftermath, Katie softly said, "I love you." Mike replied in kind, but nothing more was said. Mike wondered what she was thinking during that wonderful time, but he didn't dare ask. He knew his own thoughts had returned from far away, where they had been, to back home. He felt guilty for cheating on his wife, but he was ashamed that he felt so much less guilt than he had at first. He never imagined himself as the kind of guy who would betray the love of his life, who would have an affair, much less with one of the closest people in the world to his wife. Yet here he was, holding her, Jennifer's younger sister, feeling his own cum mixed with hers oozing out of her pussy on to his legs, feeling her fingernails lightly graze along his skin, smelling her delicious aroma of perfumes and lotions evicted from her skin by heat and sweat and sex. He loved Katie, and months later, he still could not reconcile the two separate loves he had for these sisters.

There would be a time, probably before this week was over, for Mike to discuss all of that with Katie. But for now, he just wanted to hold her close and make her happy and enjoy her body until both of them could enjoy no more. After awhile, Katie leaned up on one arm and kissed Mike softly. The kiss felt timid, almost tentative, as if they weren't sure they should be kissing at all. It just accentuated the things Mike was feeling, yet he could not resist it.

Katie pulled back and stared into Mike's eyes. He decided to go for broke. "A penny for your thoughts..." he cast the line.

After staring for a few more seconds, she said, "Think you're up to fucking me again, you bad boy?" The naughty grin evolved over her face as if her own words nurtured it into being.

"You know I am," he said, just as mischievously.

"Good, because I want you to fuck my mouth." Pausing momentarily, "You remember Florida?"

The image was already filling Mike's consciousness. The Magic Kingdom, the baby feeding room, Katie on the floor in front of him, swallowing down all the cock he had to offer. Things were already back on the rise between his legs. "Remember?" he scoffed. Then seriously, "I'll never forget that as long as I live."

Smiling, Katie answered, "Good. Get up."

Mike obeyed this sprite of a woman who seemed to know his deepest desires without being told. He watched as she pulled the bed covers back, pulled a pillow down to the middle of the bed, and lay down on her back with her feet planted at the foot of the bed and her knees up in the air. Mike's cock was already standing at attention when she looked over at him, oozing of seduction, and said, "Mount up, cowboy."

Mike climbed on to the left side of the bed and swung his right leg over the top of Katie's torso. His inner thighs rested against the bottoms of her breasts. He looked down at her as if awaiting further instructions. "I want you to go as hard, fast, and deep as you want. I want you to enjoy the hell out of this, because I know I will. And after you cum down my throat, I want to climb up on top of your face and return the favor."

Mike just shook his head in disbelief, flashed a little half smile, then leaned forward on to his hands. His feet rested on either side of Katie's, his knees along her sides, and his hips were even with her shoulders. He felt Katie's hand form a fist around his shaft and guide him downward until he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He slid himself inward, savoring the unimaginable pleasure that she was already giving him. Her lips sealed around him and her tongue slithered up, down, and all around, bathing his cock in her saliva.

Mike decided to take her up on her offer. He lifted his hips back up, then slid back inside quickly, but not too forcefully. Not that he doubted Katie's oral abilities, but he didn't want a gagging episode to blow his chance of, well, getting blown. His crotch tingled with wonderful sensations as he repeated his action. Katie must have sensed his hesitancy because on his next upstroke, she grabbed his ass and powerfully pulled his cock crashing into her mouth. Mike appreciatively got the picture, but to emphasize her point, Katie again opened her throat, contracted her biceps, and drove his hard cock down deep.

"Oh Jesus that feels good!" Mike growled, making sure that Katie knew how much he was enjoying this. He began really thrusting now, invading her mouth and throat just like he was fucking her pussy. His balls slapped against her chin as she sucked him down like a pro.

Mike looked down between his legs; he had to witness this sight, because he just didn't know how many times in his life he would have such a view. He could see Katie's tousled blonde hair, her forehead and nose, and then her mouth – opened wide and being fucked like it was its sole purpose in being. It really amazed him that she was able to take him like that, and it just made him love her that much more.

Katie's sucking, licking, and swallowing took its toll on Mike's cock. "Fuck me," he grunted as his head began to spin. His heart pounded and the tingling between his legs bordered on numbness, yet he could feel every contour of Katie's mouth, every crevice of the opening of her throat.

Mike didn't want this experience to end, but the pleasure became too intense to hold back any longer. "Oh baby, I'm cumming!" he nearly shouted as his climax began. He had unconsciously stopped his thrusting with his cock in the middle of Katie's mouth, but she wanted nothing to do with such a position. She once again grabbed his ass and forced his head down her throat. He felt the reflex of her swallowing as his cum emptied inside her. He thought he would black out to the sensation of his cock being pulled further and further inside her as she gulped down cock and cum alike.

Mike's cock became ultra-sensitive in a hurry, and he had to slide back out of Katie's mouth, feeling her lips sucking him until the very end. She gasped for air like she had just surfaced from deep underwater, and Mike rolled to her left side and collapsed on to his back, also out of breath.

Katie coughed and wheezed from the assault on her airway, but it didn't stop her from slowly rolling her upper body over on to Mike's legs, then rising up on to her hands and knees. He watched her creep up the length of his body, feeling her skin sliding along his, the trimmed patch of hair between her legs tickling his drenched cock as she moved further upward, feeling the gusts of air on his chest from her coughing.

Katie's knees finally reached the sides of Mike's shoulders. In a raspy voice, she coughed out, "Are you ready?" and he marveled at the sexual determination and insatiability he was witnessing in this woman.

Nodding his head in response, Mike focused his attention on Katie's pussy that was only five inches away from his mouth. Katie closed the gap, then eased herself down on to his face by sliding her knees out slightly across the sheets away from his head. Mike stuck his tongue out to meet her, savoring the silky feeling of her inner thighs encompassing his surroundings.

The strong scent of her pussy filled his nostrils as he began licking her slowly and fully. He immediately tasted the combined mixture of their cum that coated her flesh, both inside and out, from their hours of sexual activity throughout the day. He heard the muffled sounds of Katie's moaning as he proceeded to give her the royal oral treatment. Mike supplied the mouth for her to make love to, and she rocked and slid and humped her way to another blistering orgasm.

As she crumpled into a pile to Mike's right, he got up from the bed and returned with a glass of water from the bathroom. Kneeling down beside the bed, he gingerly gave it to Katie, who gratefully lifted her head and gulped it down. Mike's fingers lovingly caressed her head through the mess of her hair, and he asked, "Are you okay?"

Without opening her eyes, she said, "Exhausted..." After a brief pause, she continued, "but still horny."

Mike chuckled aloud, then replied, "We have all night. Then we have tomorrow night. Then we have Thursday night." Leaning in and kissing her cheek, he added, "Do you need anything?"

She shook her head slightly and said, "Just you. Let's sleep for awhile. Can you set an alarm? I probably need to be up by 6:00."

Mike fulfilled her request, noting the reading on the clock of 11:10, then tried to salvage the bed's covers and pull them up over Katie. He walked around to the other side of the bed, climbed in, and spooned up against her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Within a few minutes, she was fast asleep, and Mike soon followed, pushing thoughts of their self-defeating situation out of his head.

Mike reawakened almost immediately, or so he thought. He tried to see over Katie's head and read the clock, but before he could focus on the glowing numbers, the dryness of his eyes forced his lids back down. Damn contacts, he thought, remembering his failure to take them out before falling asleep. Katie had not moved, and Mike carefully pried the enclosure of his arms from her warm skin.

With the deftness of a fox, he slid out of the bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The cool air rushed over his body, giving him the chills but making him feel somewhat refreshed at the same time. He found the bags right where he left them just inside the door. After successfully finding the proper paraphernalia in the dark, he removed the lenses and snuck back to his lover's side. Noting the clock, he was surprised to find that they had been asleep for more than three hours.

Katie stirred slightly and rolled onto her back but did not wake up, at least according to her uninterrupted rhythmic breathing. Mike inhaled deeply, savoring her perpetually-sweet smell before deciding to act upon the budding excitement below his waist.

Mike was lying on his right side, his right arm underneath his head and pillow and his elbow bent ninety degrees in the direction away from Katie. Moving slowly, he laid his hand softly upon her lower stomach. Resting there until he was satisfied that she was still sleeping, his hand crept lower and simultaneously rotated toward Katie's feet. Mike continued until his fingers passed over the patch of hair between her legs that was still matted down by dried fluids, and even then he did not stop. Katie's legs weren't spread far enough apart to really get his fingers inside her, but he had clear access to the sensitive flesh outside of the place that he so enjoyed.

Mike's erection bobbed in time with the accelerating pace of his heart, steadily jumping against the force of gravity that pulled it down toward the sheets. He gently worked the tip of his middle finger into Katie's slit and began rubbing small circles, slowly sinking further into her folds with each loving stroke. A soft, sleepy moan trickled from somewhere behind Katie's closed lips as her position shifted slightly. Mike looked up at her face expecting a heavy-eyed smile; all he got was the same slumbering look that occupied her features before his latest venture into her womanhood.

More confident of his ability to continue his actions without waking the blonde beauty beside him, he pressed more firmly into her sticky flesh, finding her clit in its hiding place. Slowly, so slowly, he rubbed her there. His reward was another moan, this one more drawn out and open-mouthed than its predecessor. Still convinced that Katie was asleep, Mike focused on her love button and wondered what kind of subconscious thoughts his finger was eliciting.

Katie was either becoming more coherent to what was taking place or more involved in the wonderful dream she was having. Her right knee flared outward, pulling her foot up to her left knee and opening up her crotch completely. A long, sensual, "Oooooooooh," escaped, even though her eyelids were securely fused as if trying to hold the sound inside. Mike took advantage of Katie's new position and dipped his finger inside her lubricating hole, withdrawing her juices and depositing them liberally on the return trip to her clit.

Now that things were sliding around more easily, Mike really went to work on her. He flattened his finger against her slit and rubbed rapidly from side to side. Katie's breathing reflected the betrayal that her awakened body was inflicting upon her sleeping mind. Suddenly, Mike saw Katie's right hand quickly approaching his own, and he drew back from between her legs just as her own fingers replaced his.

Mike's breath caught in his chest as he watched his sister-in-law rub her own pussy in her sleep. Her moans were appended by her semi-intelligible words. "Yes, mmm, oh, there, feel, Mike..." Hearing his name and seeing Katie masturbate like a fiend in the dark was enough for him to start stroking his own cock. He moved his clinched fist rapidly up and down the length of his shaft, finally feeling the pleasure that had been building up over the last unknown number of minutes. Katie, too, was well on her way, squirming around on the sheets and panting down the path toward that utopia of physical pleasure that was the catalyst for their adulterous affair.

Mike's hand never slowed and his body happily passed the point of no return. He felt like an invisible hand was squeezing and poking every place inside him that made him feel good; before he knew it, shots of cum sprayed from his twitching cock onto Katie's stomach. As he succumbed to his climax, Katie surrendered to the beginnings of her own. She cried out in loud, airy moans that sounded like she was trying to catch her breath after resurfacing from a long free dive. When the real fireworks launched inside her, she awoke.

"Oh shit!" she squealed. With wide eyes, her back arched and her body twisted into an unnatural position as she tried to somehow escape the sharpness of the pleasure that attacked her pussy, even though her fingers never relented on the throttle of her orgasm. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she whimpered through gritted teeth, riding out the ecstasy that Mike enjoyed starting and now enjoyed watching her finish on her own.

Katie's left foot had pushed her body partially over onto its right side. After finally alleviating the pressure on her clit, her climax downshifted and coasted to a stop. When she slid her left foot out from under her, Mike expected her to collapse onto her back, but instead she used the momentum to roll herself up onto his body. She attacked his mouth with hers, shoving her tongue between his lips and kissing him fiercely. She used her hands to hold his face to hers as the rest of her body squirmed and grinded on top of his. Mike felt his cum squishing between them, which he liked. He also felt Katie's wet pussy lips sliding up and down the length of his semi-hard shaft, which he really liked.

Katie's breath tasted less-than-good, but Mike resolved to kiss the staleness right out of her mouth, so that's just what he did. Katie's full-body lap dance was having its effect where expected, and he was once again fully hard. Without using her hands, she slid up the length of his hardness until her swollen pussy lips held his head between them. Breaking their kiss, she eased herself back downward and impaled her wet flesh on his cock.

As her hips began rocking lazily back and forth, she looked down at Mike and asked, "So what in the hell happened? I was dreaming about us doing this right here, and next thing I know I wake up covered in your cum and creaming all over the place."

Mike rested his hands on the tops of her soft thighs and smiled. "Well, you want the long version or the short version?"

"Long. I always want your long version," she answered, winking.

Mike filled Katie in on the details while filling her up with his erection. They talked like best friends meeting for coffee, as if her pussy sliding up and down his cock was inconsequential. When Katie got tired, Mike took a turn on top, still taking it nice and slow. After awhile, they switched back. Katie rode him for a bit, then stopped and laid down on his chest for a few minutes before starting back up. They never stopped talking, even when they finally climaxed with Katie finishing a few minutes before Mike. She just rested there on top of him contently, her head in the crook of his neck. He breathed deeply of her scent, falling more in love with her with every passing moment.

Mike said, "We better set an alarm before we both fall asleep again." He felt Katie's head nod in agreement before she reached over to the nightstand. After tinkering with the clock for a bit, she finally declared the task complete.

"Six o'clock," she stated. After a brief pause, "I know I need to sleep, but I don't want to."

"I don't either," Mike agreed. "Wanna 69?" he asked, smiling tiredly.

"That sounds good," she replied, but neither of them moved. Within seconds, they were both fast asleep.

The alarm awoke them both with a start. Katie's hand broadly slapped the top of the clock, silencing its annoying buzz. Mike struggled to fight his way out of his subconscious into the realm of awareness. It felt like his psyche was attempting a push up in triple gravity. Katie's voice helped.

"Mmm, good morning," she murmured as she snuggled her head back onto his chest. Hearing her words and feeling her hair nuzzling into his bare skin did the trick.

Trying to clear the sleep out of his throat, Mike grunted, "You, good. Naked, good. Alarm clock, bad."

Katie chuckled, then began grinding her lower abdomen against his crotch, saying, "Naked is definitely good." Looking up, she kissed him softly for a few moments before suggesting, "I'd better get a move on things, but I just might have time for a long shower, you know, just in case you wanted to know." Slithering her way down the length of his body, Katie stood at the foot of the bed, momentarily allowing each of them to admire the body of the other.

Mike remained in bed as Katie stopped first in the bathroom, then headed out to retrieve her luggage. She returned with one bag in tow, turned on the bathroom light, rummaged around for a few minutes, then started the water. As soon as Mike heard her step into the shower, he willed himself off the mattress, stretched the twelve hours of sex out of his muscles, then followed Katie's path to the bathroom.

As he rounded the corner into the bathroom, he noticed the door leading from the bedroom into the hotel corridor. "Fancy," he mumbled, not remembering there being more than one way into the suite. The light was enough to make him squint, but the brightness of the white tiled floor, the white marble countertop, and the white porcelain fixtures sent a quick flare of pain through his head.

Fighting the urge to clamp his eyes shut, he endured the intensity of it and willed his pupils to react accordingly. Before they did, he could already feel the steam wafting

from the shower and plastering his naked form with moisture. Within seconds, he could focus enough to see the end of the shower curtain. He slipped inside just in time to see Katie leaning her head backward into the water flow.

Never really having thought about it before, all the shampoo commercials, swimsuit issues, and movie scenes came flooding into his consciousness in perfect clarity. He now understood the reason that marketing executives always used the image of a sexy woman, head back, being drenched with water. The immediate reaction between his legs said it all. Of course, the commercial images from the shoulders up didn't really do justice to the actual scene.

Mike wasted no time. He dropped quickly to his knees, fastened his hands to Katie's wet ass, and closed the distance between his mouth and her lips. He reached her body tongue-first, and it took him all of two seconds to take advantage of the wetness of the situation and slide his tongue up inside her.