Mike & Karen Ch. 10

"Gnnnn, we must pause, Alex," Freja moaned, regretting having to make him stop molesting her. "My wife is right, we want to do this in our shower."

Alex released her arms and stood back, sighing and noticing that his cock was semi-hard already. He wasn't surprised, since Freja was sexy as Hell, and a joy to fuck. Her control of her inner pelvic muscles wasn't on Alexa's level, but she had a shameless abandon in the way she fucked that few could match, her wife and Alexa being two of them.

He nodded: "Lead the way."

Jeanie squeal-giggled and clapped her hands before wiggling across the living room toward their bedroom suite. Freja was leading Alex by the hand, and it occurred to him that he'd never seen their en suite bathroom before, because it hadn't been finished; he'd seen just the one off the living room. That bathroom was nicely appointed, since it was an expensive condo, so he expected grand things from this other one.

He smiled as he looked around their bedroom, which had been decorated even more since his last visit -- a symphony of greys and lavenders, dedicated to carnality and creature comforts, the room moaned sex. Erotic statues and paintings were spaced around the walls, while a mirror dominated the ceiling. He wasn't surprised to notice two rather nice video cameras set up at two angles, pointed at the silk-covered bed, which was big enough for six, easily.

Gee, I wonder which six people they were daydreaming of when they bought that monster... he mused to himself.

They entered the bathroom, and he stopped and blinked. True, it was even bigger than the bathroom beyond their bedroom, but strangely arranged. Aside from the toilet and sink, there was a whirlpool tub, and a small glass-walled shower stall.

It was the stall that gave him pause, because its glass walls seemed to be festooned from the floor to almost his eye-level with suction-cup dildos of varying shapes and sizes.

"So, we're, uh, getting cleaned up in the tub, right?" he asked hopefully.

"Don't be silly," Jeanie giggled. "That's what showers are for."

"Any other immediate considerations aside, I don't think we're gonna fit all three of us in there," Alex pointed out, still refusing to look at the shower still, which looked to him like something out of a Toshio Maeda nightmare. "It ... seems occupied already, y'know?"

"Oh, Alex," Jeanie purred, smiling slyly as she turned to face him, moving in close and stroking his cock with her hand. "Don't tell me your masculinity is too fragile to share space with a couple of dozen polymer dicks. It's not like we're gonna try and impale you on them."

"As much fun as that is in our fantasies," Freja added, winking at Alex while she pressed against him and joined Jeanie in stroking him. "Besides, there is room once all three of us are lathered up properly, ja?"

"Tell ya what," Jeanie suggested, getting down on he knees and looking up at him, continuing to pump her hand along his hardening shaft while Freja went to the shower stall to turn on the water. "Get in with us, and we promise to put on a show for you, not to mention make it worth your while, okay?"

Alex considered: "Well, they're only rubber and polymer, right? Okay..."

Jeanie giggled excitedly and leaned in to kiss his cockhead before standing up. She joined her wife in front of the shower and they began smearing slippery body lotion all over one another, giggling as they held on to each other's hips and began squirming their breasts together while looking into one another's eyes. They kissed hungrily before turning to Alex and pulling him in to join them. He closed his eyes and revelled in the sensation of the two girls sliding their slippery bodies up and down his chiseled frame. His cock was rock-hard now as it pressed against Freja's slender form.

The girls then turned and wiggled into the shower stall. They turned and looked at him, as if daring him to join them inside. He had to admit, even though the view of the girls was partially obscured by the sheer number of dildos stuck to the glass walls, they still looked incredibly sexy, with their bodies glistening. They were letting the water beat down on them while they giggled and beckoned for him to join them.

Taking a deep breath, Alex stepped inside, trying not to shiver as the endless fake cocks brushed against him. The girls snickered as they watched him try to wedge himself inside the compact space with them and still avoid the dildos. True, he wasn't as large as his father, but he was still a big guy and he was failing in this endeavour.

"Just move toward that corner there, Alex," Jeanie said finally, helping steer him in the right direction and taking the opportunity to squirm her boobs across his chest. "We've kept one corner relatively clear of dildos, just in case we ever conned you into getting in here with us."

"Thanks for that," he sighed, finding the corner and turning to face them. "I had one lodged in my armpit a second ago."

"I love to have my armpit fucked," Freja mentioned, smiling slyly. "I am very sensitive there and it can make me orgasm."

"Mmmmm, just about everything makes you orgasm, baby," Jeanie purred as she pulled Freja even closer and they began kissing again. Alex watched, ignoring any polymer touching him while his friends made out in front of him. He watched as their tongues tangled and their hands wandered over one another as the water from two shower heads sprayed down on them. "God, I love you ..."

"I love you too, yndling ..." Freja murmured through their kiss. Not surprisingly, each of them found a hand that slithered out and found Alex's erection and began stroking it. Given the close quarters, this was not difficult. Even as they fondled one another, both girls were getting very aroused at the feeling of the myriad phalluses surrounding them. Jeanie leaned back against one, feeling it slide between her ass cheeks and along her netherlips.

"So why are there so many of 'em at face level?" Alex asked, not sure he wanted an answer. "They just for sucking on without getting a neck cramp?" He'd never really considered dildo variety before, but confronted with it now, he could not deny the myriad types -- not just larger and smaller, but different textures, some sporting ribs or tiny bumps and knobs, while others in odd colours looked decidedly alien or ... not human.

He didn't ask.

"Mmmm, wanna show him, baby?" Jeanie hummed through the kiss. Freja nodded eagerly and knelt down. Jeanie slung one leg over her wife's shoulder, then the other. Freja put her hands around Jeanie's thighs firmly and slowly rose, while Jeanie leaned back, bracing herself against the wall and between the dildos that brushed against her, making her shiver in delight. Once she was standing straight, Freja began kissing and kicking her wife's pussy hungrily, and Jeanie moaned loudly. Alex now saw that Jeanie's hips were level with the uppermost dildos, and while one hand gripped Freja's hair, the other snaked down, found a dildo, and pushed it inside her ass.

Holy shit, these two are depraved ...

Jeanie opened her eyes and saw Alex staring at them and giggled. "Don't worry, big boy, we do this all the time."

"Don't you ever fall over or some shit?" he asked, trying to keep the incredulity out of his voice. "I mean, you're so slippery and all."

"It took some -- gnnn -- practice ..." Jeanie panted, trying to be polite and answer her guest, even while Freja licked her pussy and nibbled her clit while the dildo moved inside her ass. "Yeah, we've fallen over more than a few times, but don't worry, the sealant at the corners is industrial, and so is the glass of the walls. We only just tumble and get tangled up, no injuries. Much."

"Only the good kind, ja?" Freja added, taking a moment to smile up at her wife before looking at Alex. "Alex, I could simply push back on one of these to fuck myself, but I would rather have you inside me. Would you, please?"

Squeamish as Alex might have been about the dildos touching him, he certainly wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to fuck Freja. He brushed around her, coming up behind and taking hold of her hips. Freja was already pushing back against him in need, so he held her firmly, pressed his cockhead against her pussy and slid inside. The Danish girl moaned loudly into her wife, who shuddered and almost doubled over at the sensation. Their precarious tower wavered for a moment, but Jeanie braced herself and recovered, panting heavily.

Alex began a sawing motion, pumping back and forth with his hips, driving his cock in and out of Freja repeatedly. Freja trembled and moaned repeatedly while she slithered her tongue around inside her wife. His huge dick felt so good inside her, reaching places that few others ever had. She squeezed every time he thrust, and still managed to pleasure her wife, who writhed against her face, her slippery pussy getting warmer with each moment.

Jeanie suddenly seized up, letting out a gasp and cry, gripping her wife's honey-blonde hair and rocking madly as she came. She slathered Freja's face with her juices, and Freja sucked willfully, determined to get everything. Alex kept thrusting into her as she did so, and she knew she wasn't going to last long, because the strength of his body was overwhelming her -- she couldn't contest it while holding Jeanie aloft and pleasuring her. So she simply surrendered to the inevitable and let it happen.

Seconds later, Freja shuddered and shrieked into her wife's cunt as she came, setting off another orgasm in Jeanie, who nearly irrigated Freja's scalp with her nails. The two girls were almost howling, and it took all of Alex's willpower not to cum right there and then. He was determined to draw this out.

"Gnuuhh! Down! Put me down!" Jeanie managed to say, her eyes closed and making little flapping motions with her hands while she shivered through the aftershocks of her climax. Alex pulled his cock out of Freja and moved around her to help lower Jeanie, since he didn't trust either girl's sense of balance at the moment.

"Ooh, my big, strong hero ..." Jeanie purred as she slid into his arms, with her arms around his neck. "Do I get the same treatment as my darling wife?"

"Maybe something even better, hm?" Freja stated, reaching up to a small shelf and pulling a double-headed dildo off it. "Alex can fuck your ass, while pressing you into me. We can fuck, and I'll lean back against Roman, then?"

Alex looked at Freja for a moment, confused. "Roman?"

Freja smiled wickedly and pointed to a sizable dildo of decidedly inhuman shape that hung at about her hip level. "Roman. He is one of my favourites."

"I'll take your word for it," Alex said, moving behind Jeanie and putting distance between himself and Roman. He had inured himself to endless dildos poking at him everywhere; he was just determined to stay away from any he knew the name of. Jeanie and Freja were already kissing fiendishly in the middle of the stall, eagerly working the double dildo in between them so both their pussies were stuffed. Freja also wiggled her way back onto 'Roman' and moaned loudly through their kiss as he filled her ass.

That left Alex to do his part. Without further ado, he pulled Jeanie's plush ass cheeks apart, aimed at her puckered knot and pushed through. The brunette shuddered at the intrusion, and almost screamed as he pushed all the way inside her. She sounded like she was being ripped apart. While the girls pumped against one another shamelessly, Alex matched Jeanie's rhythm, plunging into her ass every time she pushed back. Both girls were getting skewered, coming and going, and they seemed delighted with it.

Given that the stall was brimming with dildos and that double penetration seemed inevitable, he assumed that the sex sessions were never long, but meant to make the girls cum fast and hard. With that in mind, he didn't hold back, pounding Jeanie's ass relentlessly. His thrusts pushed her forward, meaning Freja was pushed back onto Roman, and she wailed loudly as he stirred her insides.

Alex felt Jeanie's ring clench around him more tightly with each passing moment, and the girls were practically yelping into one another's mouths, squeezing one another's already bruised breasts hard enough to leave even more welts. Alex gripped her hips and arched his back, pushing as deep inside her as he could. Jeanie screamed as she felt his cock throb and begin pumping cum into her ass. Both girls began climaxing as well, grappling and kissing savagely.

Gasping, Alex almost fell back out of Jeanie, his cock loudly popping out of her. He sidled into the dildo-free corner and slumped down, breathing heavily, his cock still oozing cum. The two girls had barely finished their own orgasms before they pulled the double dildo out from between them and almost lunged down to take his cock in their mouths, taking turns sucking him clean.

Fatigue finally caught up with them and they slumped against the wall next to him, staring off into space, eyes glazed. Nobody seemed to have the energy to say or do anything, except let the water from the shower heads beat down on them. The girls still sported bruises everywhere, but at least the paintball pellet residue had finally washed away.

"Wow," Alex said finally, taking a deep breath. "That was something else."

"Yeah," Jeanie agreed, her long, curly brown hair plastered about her shoulders now and concealing her breasts. "You're not the first guy we've had in that shower, but you're definitely the one we're askin' back."

"I am in agreement," Freja sighed, rolling her neck. "I am hoping you can ignore the dildos and join us again. That was ... vidunderlig."

"Now we just gotta manage to squeeze Lexi in here with us and it's a real party," Jeanie mentioned, reaching over and caressing Alex's soft cock. "'course, she's been in here with us before, and been stuffed to the gills, but adding you both in, well, that just sounds like a slice of creamy Heaven."

The trio stayed still for some time, until they finally agreed to finish cleaning themselves, then get food. Jeanie, whose legs were still rubbery and who hadn't completely stopped leaking, insisted on ordering in. They'd kept a plush robe that was Alex's size in their closet and he was wearing this when the pizza they'd ordered finally arrived. He rolled his eyes as the girls answered door buck naked, nearly causing the delivery driver to faint on the spot. They left him an extra-nice tip, however.

"You two are utterly ridiculous..." Alex sighed, shaking his head.

***

Lying on the bed, Mike stared at the screen of his laptop, smiling as Karen panted, on her back, her magnificent breasts wobbling as something moved her whole body rhythmically. Her bronze hair spread around her lovely, patrician face in a corona and her eyelids were only slightly open, allowing those bewitching tawny-amber eyes to peek through to look up at the camera.

"Harder, my love ..." she gasped. "Please, yes ... harder, ohhhh, right there!"

He couldn't believe this sequence of their lovemaking was over twenty years old; it was from before Alex had been conceived. She had barely changed in all that time. Who could possibly dispute his claim to be the luckiest man alive in this day and age?

The camera he'd been operating slowly panned down her incredible body, finally stopping on her hips. She'd been holding her legs apart, allowing him to kneel between them, pumping his massive cock in and out of her shaven pussy, which was split wide. His shaft glistened with her wetness, her pussy making greedy sucking sounds as it tried to keep him inside. The bubblegum-pink inner lips pushed back and forth with his motions, almost as if he were turning her inside out, and her shameless moans did nothing to hinder that image.

"Ahhhh!" she gasped, the camera panning up to her lovely face again. She was panting loudly, her mouth open. She groped her opulent breasts as he fucked her, and she writhed beneath him in pleasure, squeezing him with those vaginal contractions she was so expert at. "Mmmmm, yes, my love! Oh, please, more!"

Mike smiled as he watched, until Karen wailed loudly and he came inside her. There were endless videos of the two of them making love, but also great numbers of videos that showed them with other people, almost always women, because Karen was devotedly bisexual in nature and few men would ever be willing to try to share with Mike. He was too dominating for them to be around. Just the way it was.

His phone buzzed, and he paused the video to take a look -- a message from Karen in Quebec City, talking about taking Alli out for a night on the town. They'd been to dinner and were now at a club. She missed him terribly, even though this was an excellent chance to bond with her little sister. A picture followed seconds later, the two of them mugging for the camera from inside the booth they were sitting in. The low, dark lighting indicated it was probably a dance club, and both girls were wearing elegant but sexy dresses.

He told her to enjoy herself, for as long as she could. He knew what the rest of the week was likely to entail for her, and he wasn't there to be her refuge. He had faith in Alexa, but this was definitely going to be a challenge for them both, even if Karen's plans for dealing with the Blackwells worked. He knew her family as well as she did, and even he would have dreaded this week.

The Blackwells were more or less aristocracy displaced out of time. Patrician bluebloods, with genetic ties to several prominent families in England (and indeed Europe), they were people of impeccable breeding. Hyper-intelligent, with gifts spanning the gamut of humanity's endeavours, they certainly could have made an argument that breeding spoke for itself, and some people were destined to rule the rest of the wad.

But vanity had crept into their bloodline, to the place where it was almost a genetic trait. The most humble Blackwells were at best haughty, while in many it had become an insufferable arrogance and superiority complex. The problem was that the arrogance was justified, or at least qualifiable. A Blackwell rarely overestimated their ability, because those were almost always exceptional.

Jonathon Blackwell, patriarch of the family, had been quite possibly the most accomplished and gifted member of the family in generations, which was an accomplishment, since they could trace their ancestry back to the Plantagenets. Subtle of intellect, with a deep understanding of binary technologies and superb business acumen, he quickly rose to the top of the family, leaving no doubt who should be in charge. Like almost all Blackwells, he had ash-blond hair, pale blue eyes, graceful aquiline features, and an aura of aloofness about him.

Then, to everyone's amazement, he had fallen in love with and married Miranda Gordon, the eldest daughter of another powerful industrial family, and had arranged for a merger of their two businesses, based on his connubial ties to them. It had benefited both families and companies greatly, but the match was certainly an odd one -- Miranda Gordon was a beautiful woman, but an ardent feminist activist and devoted hippie.

This wasn't to say that she wasn't elegant, but her passions were decidedly artistic, and she had a zeal for life that one could not help but get caught up in. That these polar opposites had fallen for one another was very strange to both families, but there was no denying their love, or its benefits to their bottom lines.

Whatever their appreciation might have been for the addition of Gordon wealth, many Blackwells had little but disdain for Miranda Gordon. She wasn't 'one of them' and never acted like it. If she knew, she didn't care, for she had eyes only for Jonathon. Not long after the marriage, their first child was born, Karen Leda Diana Gordon. One of the conditions of the marriage was that the first child, male or female, would carry the Gordon surname, while the next one would be a Blackwell.