Mike & Karen Ch. 15

Sylvia grunted and shuddered as Mike pounded a spot deep inside her, and she speared her tongue into Karen, causing the professor to gasp and jerk. One of Sylvia's middle fingers had wiggled its way into her behind, stroking and exploring while her tongue licked fiendishly. She felt Karen's long, sensual legs curling around her shoulders, and she knew she had the professor close to cumming. Mike also knew, and he gripped Sylvia's hips harder with his powerful hands, thumping her back against his cock, and breaking all her resistance. The student's eyes rolled up into her head, and all she could do was await the inevitable now.

Karen's fingers hand begun gripping Sylvia's long hair, fingers curling into it as she ground her pussy against the girl's face. Sylvia had demonstrated that they didn't need to be gentle with her, and they obliged. She felt the wonderful, liquid heat building in her, pulling Sylvia's mouth against her as the girl began to tremble and even quake. If it weren't for Mike's hands holding her up, her knees would have given out by now. And yet the girl pressed on, desperate to make her teacher cum.

Predictably, Sylvia came first, her entire body shaking like she was having a seizure, and she almost shrieked into Karen's pussy as she came, her cunt rippling and squeezing around Mike's cock. Karen arched her back moments later and sighed, bathing her student's face in her cum. Mike pressed as far inside Sylvia as he could before releasing himself, his pearly essence filling her wanton tunnel.

The orgasm they shared finally passed, and Sylvia was almost limp like a dead thing between them. Only the jackhammering over her heart and her continued fluttering clutch around Mike's cock indicated she was alive. Karen purred and caressed herself from her throat to the student's head, enjoying the scintillating bliss that tingled along her entire nervous system.

Mike finally reached forward to Sylvia's waist and lifted her, his cock popping out of the girl and making her tremble and whimper. He gently laid her over his wife, who collected the student into her arms. Karen and Sylvia began kissing languorously, bodies melding together like pieces of an erotic puzzle. Mike took Sylvia's legs and pulled them apart, placing them outside Karen's. He then parted his wife's legs and gratefully slid his cock inside her, hearing her moan into Sylvia's mouth as he did. He stroked back and forth inside her slowly while his hands kneaded the girl's ass cheeks, gently pushing down so that her pussy kissed Karen's and drooled his cum all over it.

Several languorous minutes passed and Karen shuddered and groaned as she kissed Sylvia, another orgasm pulsing through her. Mike pulled out and backed up, while Karen broke the kiss and made the younger girl turn around, until Sylvia's face was over her gooey pussy, and Sylvia's womanhood hovered just above her mouth. They began kissing, licking and sucking the mingled cum out of one another, and Sylvia whimpered in delight as she tasted herself mixed with the professors.

She finally clambered off Karen and the table before gently helping the professor up to a sitting position. Mike now offered them both small towels and wipes, allowing them to dispose of evidence of their tryst before presenting themselves to the world.

Ohhhhh, God..." Sylvia sighed as she dragged the towel over her glistening body, enjoying the rough stimulus on her sensitive skin. "Year just started and I'm already doomed to fail my classes because you're gonna turn my brain to mush."

"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Karen purred, caressing her student's cheek and smiling. "If you fail, you'll have to leave the university, and then who would Michael and I drive into tormented bliss?"

The student smirked. "I'm well aware of other girls you two nearly kill with sex, so I'm sure my spot can be filled. However, I don't wanna do without, so maybe I'd best find a way to survive your attentions and keep doing well in class, right?"

"Such a healthy attitude to see in today's kids," Karen quipped, patting Sylvia on the bum and then getting down off the desk. She walked over to her offices large window and drew the curtain wide, allowing the sun to pour in and fill her dark office with light.

"Should you really be naked in your window like that, ma'am?" Sylvia asked, pausing as she wiped at her legs.

"We changed out the windowpanes, they tint to allow people to see out, but no one can see in, almost like a one-way mirror," Karen said simply, still looking out but beckoning Sylvia to come to her. The student did without hesitation. She took Karen's hand and looked out at a broad swath of the campus, where masses of students were milling about. Some were hurrying between buildings, while others were engaging in snowball fights. "Nobody can see me unless I want them to."

"Sweet, so we could fuck here in the window if we wanted to," the younger girl mused, leaning forward on the wide sill. "Can we do it here next time?"

"Ace your quiz next week and we most certainly can," Karen cooed, smiling and squeezing her young lover's hand. Sylvia giggled and let out a little squee of delight as Mike came up and joined them, standing just behind Karen. They all looked out at the late-afternoon chaos, enjoying the scenery.

In the distance, a mob appeared, clustered around Alex and Alexa, everyone talking excitedly.

"I'm not sure even we had an honour guard like that when we were students," Karen observed. "Well, I suppose I had you, good sir, which is equal to a thousand of anyone else."

"You absolutely did, princess," Mike agreed, nodding. "Even when we were still rivals, I needed to be near you."

Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut and fought the urge to squeal and dance back and forth as she listened to her professors. They didn't talk this way in front of just anybody, and she felt so privileged to be that close to them. "I can't even begin to imagine what it would've been like to go to the uni back then, when you two were just students," she breathed. "It'd... it'd be like those old myths we all read about where gods and goddesses come and walk around mere mortals, y'know?"

"Oh? And how is that any different from now, young lady?" Karen quipped, smirking at her student.

"I s'pose it's not, I guess I'm just greedy to always know more," Sylvia admitted. "And I s'pose I'd better get going, because I wanna get down to that group, and find out all the deets. After all, I promised Alexa I was gonna be one of her principal shippers."

"With that many people around them, they're heading to one of the campus bars, probably Einstein's," Mike said, watching the gaggle disappear toward College Street. "You're in no danger of missing them."

"Okay, then I'll see you both soon," Sylvia said, turning and giving Karen a hug and a deep kiss before hugging Mike. She then went back to the desk and hopped quickly into her clothes before waving to them. "And I promise to ace that test! G'bye!"

"I like her," Karen sighed as they watched her exit the office, closing the door behind her. They were out of the line of sight of anyone in the hallway, since they were still naked. "Such a sweet girl."

"Do you mean that literally or figuratively, you little cumpire?" Mike teased, putting his huge arm around his wife and pulling her into his side while she giggled.

"Why can't it be both?" she asked in a cute voice, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes. "Aren't I a good little princess? Don't I deserve both?"

"You most certainly do," Mike said, nodding and then turning them both to look out the window again. Alex, Alexa, and their gaggle were nowhere to be seen now, but within moments, they say Sylvia trotting across the snow-covered great lawn, heading toward the little access road that led to College Street, and the bar that was her destination. "I can't think of anyone more deserving."

"Not even my baby sister?" Karen asked, caressing her hand across his rippling abs while she rested her head against him.

"That's Alex's concern, and I have faith in him," Mike said simply. "I'm serving my divine purpose making you as happy as possible. Nobody's ever had a better calling than that."

They looked out the window silently for some time, just enjoying being together before she spoke. "My doctor says the birth control is completely out of my system by now, Michael. If you're wanting to give Alex a little brother or sister, the chances are starting to be really good. Tests indicate I'm still very fertile, and the pregnancy shouldn't have any complications."

He smiled as he looked out. "I like the idea. I love it, in fact, but we both know this is your decision, princess. Is this what you want?"

Her eyes were shining as she looked up at the man that she loved more than anything in this world, the man who held her heart like no one else could. "Yes, Michael. I want this."

"Then that's what you'll have, my love," he said gently as he turned and leaned down to kiss her.

***

January, 1980, the Bridle Path...

While her other bags had been packed while the car was in the garage, Karen had insisted that the vehicle be parked outside to wait for her, so that she could get a good look at her home before she was driven away to school. She carried a bag of her personal effects and belongings with her now, as she headed toward the car, where her family was waiting. It was a clear, crisp day, and she loved how her breath steamed in the morning cold.

She made it up to the car, and gingerly put her bag into a place in the trunk, making sure it was secure and not likely to rattle around and break anything inside. Her mother and father watched as their little girl, so very mature for her age, made sure that everything was in place, and to her satisfaction. Once she was convinced her personal effects were safe for the trip, she turned and looked up at them, sighing and nodding.

"I am ready now."

Miranda fought back her tears as she leaned down and hugged her brave little girl, knowing that while home-schooling had always been an option, their daughter needed the finest education, but also socialization. Too many people in the Blackwell and Gordon families had been home-schooled and were devoid of social skills necessary to make it in the world. They'd never gone on to become great members of the family.

So she was being sent to a girls' boarding school, one with a brilliant reputation and a history of students who went on to become powerful and important women. The downside, of course, was separating from her for extended periods. They knew she didn't like it, but she complied dutifully, understanding the reasoning.

"I'll miss you so much, Ekaterina," her mother whispered, kissing her daughter on top of her head as she held her close. "And I promise to visit as soon as there is a parent day."

"I'll miss you too, mom," the beautiful girl whispered back, ignoring the sting of tears. She then turned to her father and walked in to hug him. He was still standing, but he put his arms around her, and caressed the top of her head, feeling her lustrous bronze hair.

"I'll make you proud, daddy," Karen said in a tiny voice.

"I do not doubt it, kitten," he said in his sure, placid tone. He held her for several seconds before she backed up from the embrace and smiled at them. She turned her head to see Jordan in the driver's side mirror, looking on and waiting stoically.

"Jordan looks patient, I guess that's my cue to go," Karen tried to say in a humorous tone, but a crack appeared in her voice. She waved again and turned to get into the vehicle, shaking her head to Jordan that he didn't need to get out and open the door for her.

Before she got in, she turned and looked back at the house, the only one she'd ever known; it never ceased to impress her with its sheer expanse and size, stretching left and wide from the central block, before two wings pulled back out of sight. True, she'd been born in Quebec, but she'd always lived here, until boarding school began at age nine.

She allowed herself a brief glance around at the property surrounding them, as if taking it all in to memorize it for her time away. Beneath the gleaming white snow, emerald lawns awaited the kiss of spring, and a tall, ornate classical fountain was wrapped up against the elements. By the time she saw it again, it would no doubt be shooting silvery sprays of water into the air, delighting everyone who visited the property.

A fluttering movement caught her eye.

She smiled as a tiny brown and grey owl with golden eyes not unlike her own settled on an old wooden hitch post on the lawn and gazed at her intently. She turned and walked toward him, while everyone else just waited. They were ahead of schedule, as always, and there was time to let the darling girl have a moment with her friend.

"I'm sorry, I need to go away for a while, Tylluan," she said to the owl as she walked up to him. He wasn't at all flustered by her approach, and merely stood still, observing her. "I'm... I'm going back to school."

He tilted his head sideways and gave out a tiny hoot before hopping onto the shoulder of her goose-down coat. She half-giggled, but also felt her eyes sting again.

"No, I cannot take you with me," she murmured, reaching up and caressing his crown with a finger. The owl closed his eyes and rubbed against the finger, enjoying the contact. "I... they won't let me, I'm sorry..."

She was glad she was facing away from everyone, because she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth as she tried not to cry. The tears were cold on her cheeks, but they steamed as they pattered on the snow at her feet.

"There are rules, no animals are allowed, I... I wish I could..." she managed to say.

Tears aren't weak, my girl, it is not weak to cry, her mother had always told her. They're a sign of your humanity. Never deny that, especially when compassion is involved.

She held her hand up and let Tylluan step onto it. She was thankful he was not upset by her crying, and she did her best to conceal it from those behind her, hoping her body wasn't shuddering noticeably.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his face. "I love you so much, and I wish you could come, Ty... do you... will you wait for me to come back? It's only about six months..."

She looked at him and he gazed back, clucking quietly before rubbing his little beak against her nose.

"I... I'll understand if you find someone and go away, I really will," she assured him as she choked back her sobs. "And I know it's selfish of me, but I really hope you're here when I get back. I want things to be happy about."

She reached out when her hand and put him back on the hitch post. He hooted in protest but stepped onto it and watched her. Karen bit her lip and whispered 'I love you' one more time before turning and walking away.

The walked became a run as she dashed back to the car, desperately hoping nobody could see the tears streaming down her now-scarlet cheeks. Jordan had already gotten out and opened her door by the time she threw herself into the vehicle without another word to anyone. He had also kept the glass partition between the cab and the passenger's space up, so that she could cry in privacy.

Jonathan, Miranda, and the servants all watched as the car pulled away, with many of the household staff trying not to cry. Everyone was fanatically devoted to that remarkable little girl. Miranda finished waving and pressed her fingers to her lips, staving off her tears.

"It never gets any easier to see her leave," she murmured while her husband put his arm around her. "Maybe it shouldn't."

"At the very least not until it is easier for her," Jonathan mused, his cool blue eyes watching as the car rounded a corner and was out of sight. "That's probably the way it should be. A parent should always feel the loss longer than their child, since their job is to make themselves progressively unnecessary."

Miranda looked over at the hitch post and noticed that her daughter's little owl friend was still standing there, watching as the car disappeared. Tylluan then flapped its wings and took off toward the woods at the back of the estate. She wondered if the little bugger would be around six months from now.

"Do you think she'll want to stay here, to live here?" she asked as they all turned and began walking back toward the house. "She's the only thing more stately than our home, and yet I'm not sure she's ever felt like she belonged here."

"There is no place that is not too mean for her," her husband said simply while they walked through the doors and into the grand entryway. "Buckingham Palace, maybe, but the decision is hers alone. I think she will stay here out of her sense of loyalty to family, but once she has a family of her own..."

"Nobody is good enough for my little angel," Miranda muttered almost darkly. "Certainly no one in our circles."

"All we can do is hope and pray, my love," he sighed as he led her upstairs. "Someone out there has to be her equal, to be what she needs..."

***

January, 1980, Kapuskasing...

Mike smiled as he looked at the twin beds of his brother and sister, while he sat on a pillow between them, the book still in his hands. Connor and Ronny had both managed to stay awake through most of his reading, although he'd used a slow and rhythmic voice in order to make them nod off sooner rather than later.

Nearby in the room, his littlest brother, Joshua, was already asleep, and had been since before they'd gone to bed and he'd begun reading. Josh slept heavily for a five-year-old, but when you were as rambunctious as these three, sleep was inevitable.

He sat back against the wall, the lamp beside him providing illumination to read by. Outside, the wind was howling as a blizzard pummeled the town. But their house had been constructed very well by his father and his kin, and one could barely hear the weather outside, and certainly didn't feel it.

Mike thought about his family, and who they were, as opposed to himself- ironworkers, glaziers, carpenters and electricians. Nobody was a stonemason, but more than a few of them had acquired the skills necessary. The DeBournes were a hardy, strong line of people, the women included. His father had married Annette Platz, and had four children. Mike, the twins, Ronny and Connor, and little Josh.

Connor liked cars and engines, so maybe that was his future, although it also might have just been an age thing. Ronny, despite being a tomboy, was keen on makeup, nails and hair. She was always offering to give the women in the family makeovers, and complaining that none of the men, himself included, would ever let her try to tame their shaggy blond manes.

But what about him? Why was Mike so different?

He knew his way around hammers, tools, and building things well enough, but he also was far more intelligent than anyone in his family had ever been before. They weren't dumb, but when it came to intellectual pursuits, they had always been decidedly average, both his parents included. So what had happened to him?

He'd read every science book he could get his hands on, absorbing the material with alarming ease, so that even his teachers were intimidated by his breadth of knowledge. And he wasn't even quite eleven yet. He'd heard his folks talking with the school, and people commenting that he was reading at a university level already, not to mention his gifts with history, languages, math and science. It had been decided that he would not be sent away to some far-0ff university at his tender age.

Which was just as well, because Mike would bloody well not have gone, and no one could have made him.