Mike & Karen Ch. 16

She knew it didn't need to be said, in fact, but she respected him enough to be thorough about this. He nodded and began pumping back and forth strongly, pushing deep inside her with every stroke. Janet almost wheezed as he fucked her, her fingernails digging into his forearms. She tried to match his rhythm, squeezing her pussy around him as best she could, but he was stretching her so much that she could barely tell if she was flexing or not.

"Ohhhh, yes ..." she rasped, feeling her stomach muscles flexing. "Fuck me, Mike ... fuck me ..."

Without warning, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, grappling onto him and kissing him greedily, her tongue pushing inside his mouth. His mouth always tasted like cinnamon to her, and she remembered that he'd said he included a lot of it in his diet. She didn't care why, she just loved how his mouth tasted. She bucked her hips back and forth now, matching his thrusts and squeezing when he slid inside her.

She shuddered again, squeezing her eyes shut and managing not to scream as she came for a third time, her body already streaming sweat. Her fingernails straked along his warm skin, and she clamped onto him as tightly as she could. She was pleased that he didn't seem to be holding back, his cock swelling slowly inside her, indicating he was about to cum.

"My mouth," she panted, her voice quavering as another orgasm crashed over her. "Let me take your cum in my mouth ..."

Mike stepped back, pulling out of her and making her shudder. His massive cock bounced around, glistening wetly as she pushed herself off the table and sank to her knees. Janet grabbed his member and stuffed it in her mouth eagerly, sucking loudly and for all she was worth. She wanted his tangy cum. She needed it.

Mike's hands gripped her head, massaging through her hair as his hips began to pump. She felt him stiffen and shiver, letting out a deep growl that thrilled her and gave her yet another orgasm. His cum exploded into her mouth, the torrents of pearly semen coursing down her throat. She moaned around his dick, lost in pleasure, her pussy still blossoming and tingling below.

But there was too much, and she gagged slightly, swallowing desperately before pulling her mouth off him. As she gasped, he continued to cum, thick ropes of his essence lashing her pretty face. He must have been really backed up to cum this much, and she was used to prodigious loads from him to begin with. Not that she minded, she enjoyed having his cum on her face.

She heard a relaxed sigh above her and smiled, knowing she'd done well. His fingers stroked through her hair once more before he brought them up to rub at his face. She stayed still as he moved backward, settling down into the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. She noted that even though he'd cum so profusely, he was still hard, his cockhead oozing yet more.

"So," Janet giggled, still kneeling in place, her hands in her lap, her face slathered in thick, pearly cum. "Do I get an A for effort, professor?"

"Yeah, I think that's a safe bet," he replied somewhat tiredly, clearly having spent himself. "And you even managed to take my mind off my --"

Mike stopped talking and simply stared at Janet for some seconds.

"What?" she asked, trying to not frown. "Something on my face? Don't answer that."

Mike leaned forward now, staring at her intently. She didn't know what to make of this behaviour. It wasn't like him to not have anything to say, let alone trail off in the middle of a sentence. What the Hell was he doing?

"Stay right there," he instructed hastily as he stood, moving briskly over to one of the desks covered in papers, his still-erect cock wobbling in front of him. She frowned again, starting to not enjoy the sticky mess on her face, which was threatening to get into her eyes and was already dribbling down onto her tits. "Don't move!"

"Easy for you to say," she objected, trying to sound indignant, although she was more confused than anything. "What am I su-"

He held out a staying finger, indicating that he needed her to be silent while he looked down at a bunch of notes. Her face turned pink under the thick layer of cum she was wearing, but she remained silent and still, against all odds. Why was she being so damned obedient? And why did she like it? Ugh!

His head snapped around to look at her, then back at the notes before turning to look at her again. One final, cursory check of the papers, and then he stood tall, punching his fist in the air.

"Yes!" he boomed, his voice thundering around the room, and probably into the hallway beyond the door. If anyone came in to investigate, they were in for quite a surprise. "That's it! Eureka!"

"Ummm, 'scuse me?" she asked, still flummoxed about what was happening. "Care to explain, Einstein?"

"Sticky beads!" he crowed, looking at her excitedly as he held up a sheaf of papers in his fist. "Sticky strings! The missing equation in Gergo's calculations about the weak nuclear force! The prediction of gravitational radiation with sticky beads means we can calculate the folds and holes now!"

He looked agog as he stared at a spot on the table. "It wasn't obvious because it couldn't be obvious. The one field is so damn far removed from the other in current study that you would never think, but there it is! The missing carried two! Gergo will piss himself!"

"He's not the only one," Janet grunted, trying to glare at him but failing because there was now cum in her eyes. "Any chance you can let me get up and possibly pass me a cloth or-"

"Yesyesyes," he said hastily, rushing over to help her up and passing a cloth to her. "Remington, you have no idea what this means!"

"Pretty sure I won't even after you explain it to me," she muttered as she wiped her face with the cloth, grimacing about the fact that the cum had gone tacky and would she would need to wash her face even more thoroughly now to get rid of it. "Because I know you will, you always do."

"I figured out the equation that's been stumping us for weeks now," he said excitedly, holding her by the arms as he looked down at her. "And it was totally by chance that I figured it out! The semen on your face, it reminded me of a theory Hermann Bondi about the influence of gravitational radiation on general relativity! If you hadn't let me do that, I never would have made the connection!"

"Lemme get this straight," she said as she finished wiping down her face. "Because I let you napalm my face, you just solved a physics crisis? If I'd let you bust your load in my cunt, you never would've seen it?"

He nodded again.

"Uh ... happy to be of service, I guess ..." Janet said rather uncertainly. "Sooooo, now what?"

"I hardly know, to be honest," he said, obviously ecstatic. "I should go and sleep, but I'm too energized at the moment, and my mind is racing."

"And I haven't got it in me to suck and fuck it out of you again," she sighed, shaking her head as she finally stood. "But I feel a lot better, so now I'm gonna go back to my room and sleep. My roomie won't be grumbling about my masturbating tonight, thanks to you. She's such a prude."

"Well, thanks for being horny, Remington, at just the right time. I couldn't have done this without you," Mike replied, giving her a hug, both still naked.

"Oh, please, you'd've figured it out anyway, I just ... I dunno, was your jizzy light bulb or something," she said, pushing her face into his chest so he couldn't see her blush. She needed weird things like this to keep happening once in a while, so that she remembered to not fall in love. She didn't want the rest of her life to be weird moments like this, even if he made her cum so hard that she forgot her own damn name.

Mike helped her dress and then walked her to the door, seeing her out before closing it. She knew better than to ask if he was accompanying her and left him to it. Once Remington was gone, he hurried back to the table where all the notes were gathered and began reading eagerly. He paced back and forth as he read, mumbling to himself when the door opened.

The Dean of the Sciences department, Graham Marks, stood in the doorway, gaping in astonishment.

Mike suddenly remembered that he was completely naked, except for his shirt, Donald Ducking it the whole way.

"I ... don't normally solve equations like this," Mike said rather lamely.

"I can't begin to tell you how glad I am to hear that, DeBourne ..." the dean croaked before turning and walking away.

Why did he always get the weird students?

***

The present: morning at the Bridle Path ...

They were standing on the roof of the manor, three stories up, with Alexa leaning against the solid stone rail that ran the length of the sprawling surface. Alex was pressed up behind her, holding her to him while they watched the sun rise. He had a warm quilt drawn over them both, because they were decidedly naked beneath it, except for little slippers.

Alexa sighed contentedly, looking east as the late January sun came up, the sky a glorious canvas of pinks, purples and brilliant oranges. It was an unusually warm morning, the stone beneath her hands not overly cold to the touch. Not that she minded, because Alex was keeping her warm enough, snuggled behind her.

"Can you believe we're going to live here?" she said softly, gazing out over the extensive grounds. The front lot centered around the long driveway leading out to the main road, but on either side were enormous swards of lawn, adorned with formal gardens, topiary, statues, and even fountains. The estate had been built back in the Edwardian era, just prior to the First World War, and was on an enormous lot. The back of the estate was huge, with what amounted to its own forest near the edges of the property. "I ... I guess I'd expect this sort of thing to offend my sensibilities, but it's my home. I was born here. It seems unreal to me."

Alex smiled and hugged her closer, kissing her neck. She sighed in pleasure and leaned into the touch of his lips. "I guess I've been here often enough that it doesn't faze me, y'know? I always kinda wondered if we'd end up living here one day. Mom grew up here, so it's her heritage as well. More than that, it's a trust, on behalf of the Blackwell empire, and I doubt mom'd let it go to uncle Rod or someone like him."

Alexa nodded, not bothering to think about her cousin, Rodney. She'd met him in Quebec City when she accompanied Karen to meet the Blackwells and settle things not only about the estate, but her currently illicit romance with her nephew, Karen's son Alex. She looked around again, finding the view breathtaking. The other properties seemed far away. She looked south, and saw the city in the distance, the sun glittering on the endless towers downtown. It all seemed so magical to her right this second.

And Alex was right about the Manor being a trust. It had been the most prominent estate of the family for a century now, since the Blackwell patriarch, George Blackwell, had moved away from Quebec to establish himself in Toronto. Most of the family and business offices remained in Quebec, but the family seat of power was now here, in Toronto. Whether the Quebec family liked it or not, they had to deal with it.

And that made Karen's decision to move her family into the Manor all the bolder, as well as necessary. It was a Hell of a game to play.

"It's not going to be quiet for very long, is it?" she murmured, looking over the property, picturing it bustling with employees and visitors. While it might be interesting, she wasn't terribly fond of the idea of the constant activity, either.

Alex shrugged, still holding her. "Won't be as bad as you think. Even when grandpa was here, the staff wasn't huge, because he didn't care for constant interruptions and endless bodies around. Yeah, there'll be more than a few live-in employees, because that's kind of an obligation on behalf of the trust, but more of the staff will commute in, I imagine."

"What kind of staff do we need?" she wondered. "I mean, yeah, the place is really big, but can't we do a lot of this stuff ourselves?"

"Nope," he replied, shaking his head. "We'll be employing people for groundskeeping, housekeeping, events, and such. We need a replacement for Mister Winson to coordinate all of this day-to-day stuff, too. He's retired now. He's earned it."

"So I've been told," she said warmly, thinking of the old man she'd heard so much about her whole life. "I'm so glad he's going to live with us. Hope he won't mind all the weird noises coming from our room or Mike and Kar's, if he's on the same floor as us."

Alex chuckled. "He's not gonna be. Lemme show you ..."

He kept them both wrapped inside the giant quilt, turned her around, and walked her across the vast, flat roof to look out over the rear of the property. Aside from the huge wings that stretched back, almost as large and long as the main building and forming an atrium in the middle, Alexa could see various outlying buildings, some of them very old and made of stone, no doubt Edwardian-era as well. Others seemed newer, but also fit the aesthetic of the estate. Alex pointed off to a rather distant corner.

"Y'see that little stone house?" he asked.

She followed his finger and nodded. "The little stone house? It looks like something out of a Thomas Kinkade painting."

"It really does in the summer, especially when the little stream is running behind it," he agreed. "That belonged to an old farmer who never sold the plot it was sitting on to George Blackwell, until the day before he died. It's very quaint and well-built, and I'm gonna suggest to mom and dad that we give it to him. It's private, and close enough that he can come to the Manor. Or, more importantly, we can all go visit him. Mom'll love the idea, and I think Mister Winson will too."

"I love how you still call him Mister Winson, even though he's not around," she said softly, turning to face her husband and touching his chin and cheek, caressing them. "You're so respectful of him."

"I was raised to respect my elders," Alex replied cheerfully, hugging her close. "Even my aunts."

"Jeez, don't call me that," she giggled as she hugged herself close to him, snuggling against his strong body. She felt so warm when she was with him. "Have you ... y'know, ever done it here?"

Alex looked down at her. "You mean here on the estate?"

"No, Kar told me she saw you getting it on once or twice with a girl here, including girls on dad's staff," she answered, her hands slowly moving up and down his back now. "I meant, have you ever done it here on the roof? Like, pinned a girl against the railing and given it to her while overlooking the family domain?"

"I'm sensing a suggestion here ..." he remarked, smiling down at her.

"Who knows, maybe it'll become a favourite spot of ours to do it," she mused, giving him a naughty smirk. "At least, until the place is crawling with employees, and then everyone'd be able to see you skewering me from down below."

"Guess I'd best take advantage of the chance while I've got it, hm?" he agreed, turning her around and pressing her against the solid stone railing that ran around the main roof. Alexa shivered as her quilt-encased butt came to rest against the barrier, looking up at him, desire in her sapphire eyes. He made sure the cover stayed wrapped around her while his hands moved to her magnificent breasts, beginning to fondle them. Her nipples, already hard from the cool weather, sent tingles through her and she bit her lip, closing her eyes. Alexa's hand trailed down his body and found his thick cock, stroking and massaging it slowly, bringing it to life.

They kissed as they sun rose over them, and mere minutes had passed before Alexa groaned loudly as Alex penetrated her. They made love under the morning sky, climaxing together for the first of many times they would do so on that vast roof, lost in one another and the entire rest of the world falling away.

Alexa cried gently, happy that she was home.

***

A very busy house in Kleinburg, the following day ...

"Right, I need Teams Alpha and Bravo over there in the living room," Mike called out loudly, towering over the bustling bodies and pointing toward the space he'd indicated. "Teams Charlie and Delta, upstairs you go, my wife will meet you there!"

Students and other volunteers were scurrying about, all wearing T-shirts that were colour-coded to their assigned team and had the appropriate Letter and a number on them. They were not the least bit surprised that Professor DeBourne had this down to an art and a science. He'd been in the military as an officer for quite a few years, after all.

"Alli, how are Echo and Foxtrot doing?" he called out to the kitchen.

"Running like a top, O captain, my captain!" she called back loudly as she handed people their assigned boxes of kitchen and dining room goods and sent them hustling off.

"O captain, my captain!" a bunch of students shouted gaily. Mike strode through the chaos effortlessly, people parting around him like the Red Sea, but not missing a beat for timing. While professional moving companies were handling the biggest items, a few dozen volunteers from the university, along with the Stevensons, were assisting by taking endless boxes of personal effects. They headed out the front door, where the next part in the carefully planned process awaited them.

In front of two yellow school buses parked in front of the house, Heather and Jeanie were waiting, each with a clipboard in hand, and a pen ready. Students lined up in front of the bus doors and stood patiently to be processed while holding their boxes.

"Alrighty, so," Jeanie mused as she looked at the student in the blue shirt with a large 'A' on it. "Alpha Three, you're carrying your assigned box, Alpha 308, from the living room, given to you by Alex ... okies, you're good. Your assigned seat is marked to match your shirt and number. Make sure you stay in it."

The girl nodded and got on board, while Jeanie checked in the next person.

The next bus over, Heather was checking her list. "Okay, Echo Five, you've got your assigned box, Echo 512 ... go find your seat, it matches your shirt. In you go!"

Inside and upstairs, Freja was helping direct up and down the hallway, while Karen was seeing to things in the master bedroom. Once the glut of students was headed downstairs, and before the next wave came up, she ventured into the bedroom where she found Karen looking around at the virtually empty space and sighing.

"You are feeling your emotions, aren't you?" she asked, coming up and giving the woman she'd grown so devoted to a hug. "I am not blaming you."

"Oh, I'm fine I guess," Karen replied, hugging her back. She adored Freja, even if she was a total lunatic. Maybe that's why she was so fond of her. Normal people bored Karen to tears. "This has been my bedroom, my little kingdom, for twenty years, and it's just hard to imagine that changing."

"I am understanding," Freja said, pulling back from the hug and nodding while still holding Karen's hands. "When I left Roskilde, it was sad, even if I was excited to be here with my Jeanette. And now, our condominium, it feels like home. For you, it will be even easier, since you are going back home, in a sense."

"You're very right, Freja," Karen said, smiling and caressing the Danish girl's cheek affectionately. "You're a very wise young lady in your own way."

"Not just syndssyg, a lunatic?" quipped Freja, winking.

"Geniuses are rarely sane, my dear," Karen replied, pointing vaguely to the main floor below them. "You have met my husband, after all."

Freja snickered. "He is very organized, is he not? He is having everything down with military precision. Everyone knows exactly what they are doing, beginning to end, and there is no chance of error. Everyone is in their team and their place, from here, all the way to the Manor, and after. It is all taken care of."