Mike & Karen Ch. 15

Disclaimer: Welcome to my one-hundredth chapter published here on Lit. Quite a milestone for me! And as usual, all characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!

Please Note: There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.

Chapter XV – Bring The New Year On!

January 1^st, 2019, morning...

Karen stretched slowly, humming as she woke up. Naked beneath the warmth of the exquisite comforter, she lazily turned on her side, smiling dreamily at her enormous husband as she lay on his back, still sound asleep, with the comforter pulled down to his hips. The dear man always made sure she fell asleep first, and he had since they first got married, three decades earlier.

Wan January sunlight was peeking through the curtains, the slender beam tracing across the foot of the massive bed. Resting her head on her hand, she traced her fingernail across Mike's muscular pectoral and shoulder. She never tired of just looking at him, taking in the sight of his magnificent body, or laying her head against his chest and hearing his heart beating. It was the most comforting thing in the world for her.

A smirk played lightly over her face and her fingers wandered lower down his titan frame, following the chiseled striations of his muscles along his torso and waist. Her fingerpads caressed gently over his rock-hard abs and then lower still, eventually arriving at the Holy of Holies. Pulling the comforter aside, she carefully grasped his limp but enormous manhood, holding it in her hand, which felt so tiny in comparison. She moved her hand up and down slowly and lightly, careful not to wake him.

Mike was still asleep, but with her subtle stroking, his member was beginning to come alive, swelling in her hand. Perhaps not surprisingly, she felt her own body reacting, the way it always did, with a delicious tingle at the thought of him and his ardour. Her pussy was warm and would very quickly be wet. She became aroused easily, as did her younger sister, Alexandra.

'The Curse of the Gordon Women,' she laughingly called it, although neither sister considered it any form of a curse. To be aroused and receptive to their lovers, how on earth could that ever be a bad thing? She felt it now, the creeping, sticky dew forming between her legs and making her bite her lip. She stroked a little more firmly, the soft skin moving up and down with her motion.

Pleased that he was slowly swelling, she nestled in closer and took her time examining his cock- of course she'd seen it a million times before, but each and every morning, she loved waking up and looking at it anew with a sense of wonder and fascination. It was a joy in her life, these moments where she more or less had his giant member 'to herself', because he was still asleep.

Karen leaned in and kissed the tip gently, shivering at the warmth of it, the thrilling feel of the spongy head against her tongue. She closed her eyes as she thought back, remembering that first time she'd taken him inside her mouth all those years ago...

She kissed it again, then let her tongue come out and slither around the tip, leaving it glistening. She purred and put it between her lips, closing them and letting her tongue swirl around its circumference. Again she shivered with delight as her mighty husband hummed in his sleep. She didn't have long now, before he was fully awake and then would utterly ravish her.

Using her mouth expertly, she wet his shaft and began bobbing up and down, gradually taking more and more of him between her lips. She breathed through her nose and her hand followed her mouth, slowly pumping his increasingly sticky skin.

She felt him in her throat and held still, trembling as he started swelling in earnest. She kept him there for as long as she could before pulling back slowly, moaning around him. She felt his body react, and knew it would be soon. She popped her mouth off of his now erect cock long enough to smile wickedly to herself, wipe at the corner of her lip, and then pushed herself back down, taking him into her throat again with a will.

Karen steadily bobbed up and down, going at precisely the tempo she alone in all the world had perfected to maximize this man's enjoyment. There was nothing about him sexually that she didn't know, and wasn't enthralled by, just as he knew her better than she knew herself. Her heart was thudding in her chest in excitement, because she knew she was only woman who had ever deep-throated him. What a delight!

She felt a huge, but gentle hand begin caressing her silken bronze hair, the fingers pressing along her scalp. Karen loved waking Michael up like this, slowly and with increasing pleasure. He deserved it so, for everything he meant to her and the joy he brought to her life every moment of every day. She continued gently sucking on him, letting him wake up.

He was large and hard inside her mouth and in her throat, and she could feel him throbbing, sending another blitz of tingling delight throughout her nervous system. Slowly, humming to vibrate her lips along the sensitive skin, she pulled up and back, his cock leaving her mouth with a sensual, wet 'pop'. She subtly shifted down his giant body and gently moved his legs apart so she could lay between them. Nestled properly, she went back to sucking on his cock while he woke, making him sigh and moan quietly. She marvelled at how long and firm he was, feeling her pussy getting even wetter at the thought of this monster slipping inside her before long.

She pulled her mouth off again, and then sidled slightly up his body, until her torso was directly over his manhood. Smiling blissfully, she enveloped his cock between her opulent breasts and squeezed them together gently, massaging him with her silken skin. She moaned in delight at the feel of him, kissing his cockhead as it poked up between her breasts before disappearing again. She occasionally paused to swirl her tongue around the head or put it between her lips and suck on it before resuming the massage.

"Well, happy new year to you as well, beautiful," she heard him say in his caramel baritone voice that made her knees weak. "My 2019 is off to a perfect start."

"Mmmm, mine was perfect first, though," she purred, smiling up at him while she continued massaging his throbbing cock with her bosom. He smiled back, enchanted, as always, by the sight of her, a goddess he considered himself too mean and base to look upon- her flowing bronze hair framing her regal, patrician face, her golden-amber eyes utterly bewitching, and yet so full of love; her perfect breasts, capped with the dusky pink nipples that enveloped him now, making him feel like no one else ever had before.

"Then I guess it's time for me to catch up," the blond titan suggested, now wearing his infectious grin. If Karen Gordon-DeBourne was a regal goddess, then Michael DeBourne was a primal god of thunder, his ice-blue eyes piercing like lightning, betraying a fierce intelligence that belied his awesome size. "May I?"

"You needn't even ask, my love, since I live only to pleasure you and fulfill your every whim," she sighed lovingly as she raised herself up to her knees and ran her hands through her coppery hair, displaying her body for him. She smiled saucily as she swayed back and forth slightly, as if trying to hypnotise him with the movement of her large breasts.

Mike drank in the sight of his glorious wife, never tiring of it. Despite them both turning fifty later this year, her body remained a paragon of impeccable genetics even much younger women envied. She kept herself fit and trim with exercise, her breasts held high on her chest because of her strong back and oblique muscles. The chest tapered into a slender waist, and womanly hips not quite as large as her chest. She kept her pussy shaved, except for a little strip of coppery hair just above it- her 'landing strip', as she called it. She had long, graceful dancer's legs, which terminated in beautiful, perfectly formed feet. Head to toe, she was his ideal of perfection, proof that mammals were God's chosen creatures- and that God had the right idea.

But even more than her stunning beauty, it was her brilliant mind that held his heart. Every bit his equal in raw intellect, she was also blessed with the most loving and giving heart he'd ever known, if one was permitted to get past her cool, aloof exterior and imperious air. Her devotion to him, to those she loved, would be unsettling for many, but it meant the world to him, because it meant he had someone with whom to share this journey through life, never afraid and always together. He didn't deserve her.

She slowly crawled up his body, dragging her breasts and flat stomach along his skin, until she reached his mouth. She melted into the kiss they shared, and as his powerful arms wrapped around her, she wondered if this was what Heaven would feel like- safe, cared for, loving and so very perfect. Their tongues tangled and they lost themselves in one another for who knows how long. Did it matter?

She broke the kiss and smirked at him, poking his nose before she sat up on top of him, her hips and legs stretched on either side of his waist, her gooey pussy against his rock-hard stomach. She giggled as she squirmed against his eight-pack abs for a moment before moving up again, until her hips were over his face. She deftly turned around on the bed until she was facing down his body, and his hands rested gently on top of her thighs.

Karen sighed as she lowered herself down and felt Mike kissing her womanhood gently, good-morning kisses she so looked forward to. He kissed up and down along the length of her netherlips, and pressed against her clit, sending tingles through her. Soon after, Mike's tongue parted her lips slightly and traced up and down as well, stimulating her. She knew he delighted in the taste of her, he always had, and Karen was always careful to with her diet to make sure she was exactly what he wanted.

Once he had settled in, she gently leaned forward, her face just over his hips, next to his enormous hard-on. She hummed in pleasure as she put her hand around his girth and began stroking slowly, matching his pace as he licked and kissed her. Karen closed her eyes and purred, undulating her hips and squirming her sticky pussy against his mouth. Her hand stroked up and down lazily, keeping him stimulated while he took his time bringing her to the peak of desire, as only he could.

She shivered and bit her lip as she felt his fingers tracing along her lips while his tongue massaged her clit. She began kissing the pulsing head of his cock affectionately, almost involuntary reaction on her part. Then she swirled her tongue around it and took it inside her mouth, vibrating her lips against it gently, knowing how good it felt for him. A moan escaped her as one of his huge fingers gently slid inside her, giving her enough of a stretch to make her shudder. She pushed her mouth down farther on his cock.

The trembling soixante-neuf continued, the couple's ardour increasing with every moment, a well-choreographed dance they never tired of, pleasuring one another almost beyond endurance. Karen's eagerness had brought her mouth down to the root of his cock, holding it in her throat before bobbing up and down hungrily, moaning. Mike's tongue was now deep inside her, massaging her walls and making her so very wet.

"I need you, my love," she breathed, her skin flushed pink. "Please, I need you inside me..."

Mike nodded and allowed her to squirm down his body, turning around to straddle him again, her flashing eyes locked with his. She took his pulsing cock and lined it up with her entrance before sinking down, exhaling and sighing in relief as he penetrated and then filled her completely. They sat still for several seconds, just lost on the bliss of this union. Finally, Karen put her hands on his torso and began to move up and down, her eyes closed while she savoured the feel of his titan member inside her.

His hands found her breasts and began caressing and massaging them, pinching and rolling her dusky pink nipples between his fingers and eliciting a shameless groan from her. Karen, meanwhile, was flexing her strong core and pussy muscles around him with consummate skill. Her fingernails grazed along his chest as she fucked him.

Mike began pushing his hips up and down, matching her rhythm, and penetrating even further inside her, stretching her like no one else ever had managed. Their rocking began pumping, and finally a churning, a carnal dance driving them to heights of pleasure. His powerful hands dominated her in a way she craved, and her elegant, sensual touch thrilled him beyond description.

Karen pushed down as he pressed up, and her pussy gripped and massaged his cock greedily. They ground and writhed against one another, sweat glistening on their bodies in the dimly lit room. Her moans and panting caressed his ears, along with the sounds of her wet pussy fucking him. She shuddered as he squeezed her breasts even harder, thrilled that he would leave those wonderful red welts on her, signs that she was his alone.

She rolled to one side, and he came with her easily, putting her on her back, with him on top of her. Karen wheezed and her glassy eyes went wide as he pushed so very deep inside her. His eyes glinted fiercely as he claimed her, gripping her legs and pushing them up near her head. Karen keened in agonizing pleasure, feeling like she was full to bursting. This was what she wanted, what she craved.

He pumped inside her strongly, having almost rolled her up double. She gripped his forearms, holding on for dear life, but still managing to squeeze and flex her pussy around him as he slid in and out in long, powerful strokes.

"Yes..." she whispered, looking up at him with love and yearning. "Oh, Michael... yes... please... take me..."

His hips smacked against her ass and the underside of her thighs, her fingernails digging into the skin of his forearms. She trembled, despite his massive weight pinning her down, feeling like his cock was up inside her rib cage. She somehow rocked her hips, along with her squeezing, whatever it took to bring him to ever-greater heights of ecstasy. By the flashing of his flashing ice-blue eyes, she could tell she was succeeding, and this brought her even closer to her own staggering climax.

She recognized the subtle trembling in his body, the fact that he was committing himself to cumming. This was not a marathon sex session in which he made her orgasm several times before allowing himself release, no. This was their first lovemaking of the year, and they wanted to cum together, hard, to share their bliss. Karen surrendered control of herself, desperate to feel his cum.

"Yes, my love..." she whispered, her astonishing golden-amber eyes locked with his. "Please, cum in me..."

Her breathing was becoming ragged, and she could hear him beginning to growl in his throat, always the sign that he was close. Wet, tingling heat was blossoming through her from her core, the muscles in her pussy beginning an almost peristaltic, rippling motion around his swelling cock. She felt almost dizzy, as if swooning, while her orgasm rushed headlong toward her, and she couldn't have arrested it if she wanted to. She clenched her teeth as she rocked as hard as she could, fucking him desperately, feeling her spine arch...

Mike leaned down and kissed his wife a fraction of a second before she lost control and cried out loudly enough to alert the entire neighbourhood. She shrieked into his mouth while he growled, pistoning his hips relentlessly as he lashed ropes of pearly cum deep inside her churning pussy. Her essence slathered his hips and her thighs, warm and slippery. Tongues tangled and her hands gripped his neck as she tried to pull him even farther inside.

Mike sagged as the kiss ended, panting, still on top of and inside her. He knew from three decades of lovemaking that she didn't care at all about his enormous weight on top of her, that she wanted him to stay exactly where he was, filling her and covering her with his titan body, a mighty and impenetrable shield from the world around them. And he was only to happy to oblige her.

Karen's eyes were closed, and her breathing slow as she made a contented purring sound, lost in a private Heaven. Her could still feel her womanhood fluttering around him, milking the last of the cum out of his member. The heady scent of her orgasmic bliss floated on his senses. He could never get enough of it.

They were so in love, and had been for so long. Their vows had included the promise to fall more in love with one another each and every day, somehow, in some way. And both were proud to sat that they had never once failed in that regard. As of the morning of January 1^st, 2019, they both knew that they were more in love than ever.

Slowly, gently, Mike pushed himself up to a kneeling position, his cock still buried inside his wife. Her legs came down to rest outside his thighs. Karen smiled dreamily at him, cuddling and caressing herself as the last ripples of her climax played through her. Finally, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, and then allowed her husband to pull her up onto his huge thighs, sitting on his cock and in his lap. Still overwhelmed with endorphins, she hugged him and nuzzled against his chest, eyes closed and whispering to herself.

Karen finally looked up at him and smiled serenely. He smiled back and leaned down to rub his nose against hers. They kissed lovingly, just holding one another. This was perfection.

Her eyes took on a sprightly glint and she giggled. "It's a good thing my Kegels are so strong; I'd hate to lose any of this precious cargo, after all."

"I know how strong those muscles of yours are even better than you do," Mike replied, reaching down and giving her butt cheeks a squeeze, causing her to giggle again. "And by now, you've absorbed just about my entire donation, so you're in no danger of trickling. I swear your womanhood was crafted by Bounty."

Karen snickered and poked his nose, smirking. "Sassy. I'll be right back, handsome. Sit and wait for me."

"Don't make me wait too long, Gordon," Mike replied as she pulled herself off the still-erect cock she was impaled on with a shudder, and then got off the bed. She wiggled over to the en suite bathroom and closed the door behind her. True to his wishes, she wasn't gone long; the door opened and she came back to the bed, where he awaited her. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she know stood in front of him, gloriously naked. He never tired of looking at her. Even though he was sitting and she was standing, their eyes were level with one another, a parity they enjoyed.

Karen leaned in, took his cheeks in her hands and kissed him lovingly. Her breath smelled of roses, an affectation she'd begun since before he'd even met her, and was one of her most enthralling qualities for him. She drank rose-scented water, or ate little rose-scented pastilles, because she knew he loved it so. And she lived to please this man, it was her central purpose in life.

Now she finished the kiss and knelt now in front of him, pulling his legs apart. She licked her lips at the sight of his still-erect member, glistening with their sticky, mingled cum. She bent down and took the head inside her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around the spongy head, cleaning it. Without another thought, she pushed his length down her throat, hummer as she licked and sucked the cum from him. Once she was satisfied, she looked up at him, nodding.