Mike & Karen Ch. 28

Music started up as the screens flicked on, their glowing green readouts crawling with endless numbers. Then a synthesized orchestra filled the room, making Lisa squeak in alarm.

"Is... is that the theme song for Airwolf?" Mona asked, frowning in confusion.

"Yep," Mike said proudly. "Every time I boot this system up, the theme song plays for me."

"Jesus, you are such a nerd!" Janet groused, her hands in her face. "I can't believe I let you cum inside me almost daily!"

"How do you have enough memory in this setup to do all your floor-level calculations and still play an entire music file of that quality?" Karen asked in wonder, looking around and ignoring the pang of jealousy she felt. The other girls were all so awestruck that they'd forgotten their purpose in being here, to drive DeBourne crazy. Not that she blamed them for forgetting.

"Oh, one stack, that one over there, is storing the theme song, and a few sound bites," Mike answered, pointing to a specific shelf where three low, squat cases sat in a stack, blinking away. "Yeah, they all share memory, but they still each have some designated roles. All in all, though, it's one big cluster."

"A cluster," Karen mused in a quiet voice, lost in the sheer scale of the project. DeBourne must have attacked this with a will. She wouldn't be surprised if these rigs collectively calculated as fast as she did. "But knowing you, it has a name, doesn't it? What have you called this monster-child of yours, DeBourne?"

He gave her a knowing smile. "Welcome to the Dayraven Cluster, Gordon."

Dayraven, she thought, still stunned by everything around her. I'll have to remember that name...

***

St. George campus, Tuesday afternoon, the present...

"For real?" Alexa snickered, holding hands with Alex as she walked down the hallway of the building. "You're named after your father's computer cluster?"

"No," Alex sniffed, shaking his head. "I'm named after you. My middle names are courtesy of Grandpa DeBourne and dad's computer cluster. I just tell people who find out that I'm named after the character in Beowulf."

"That's almost as much fun as you being born in Dildo," the blonde goddess remarked, her eyes still dancing with mirth as they walked. "And Mike's middle names are courtesy of Elvis and King Charlemagne?"

"He's actually pretty sure he was conceived in the Charlemagne Hotel in Montreal, during grandpa and grandma's honeymoon," Alex answered, making Alexa dissolve into giggles. "But yeah, he's named after the King, since grandpa and grandma's first real date was an Elvis concert."

"At least my big sissy and I have names inspired by literature and poetry," Alexa said airily. "Mom says Kar was allowed to pick the name Aurora, because I was born at dawn, and Mike picked Andromeda."

Alex smirked about something, but she didn't pick up on it.

"And apparently the Andromeda galaxy was visible the night she was giving birth to me," his wife continued, looking wistful. "My given names all start with A, but I think they're as pretty as Kar's names."

Ekaterina Leda Gloriana, Alex thought, also knowing how his mother's names came about. "Yeah, yours are every bit as pretty, no question."

Alexa glanced around somewhat furtively in the hallway, seeing if anyone was looking. Without another word, she took Alex by the hand and pulled him into a small study room. He was wondering what she was up to, but then she locked the door and turned out the lights, the room falling into complete darkness, except for light from the hallway filtering through the frosted glass of the door's window.

"Awesome," she said quietly, turning to look at him now. Even in the relative darkness, he could see her sapphire blue eyes glinting lustily. "You and I simply do not fuck enough here on campus, and to be honest, Alex, I really need you in me right now."

"No need to tell me twice," he agreed with a nod, dropping the backpack from his shoulder while Alexa put down her books. She pulled her t-shirt off over her head, revealing her large breasts, barely contained by her lacy black bra. She wiggled out of her jeans next, revealing the matching thong panties to the bra. Alex had shed his shirt and pants now, his strong, chiseled body now clad only in his boxers.

"God, I love seeing you as a silhouette," she said breathily, losing her bra before dropping to her knees and fishing his cock out of the opening in the front of the undergarment. "I'm gonna suck your soul out through your dick and then I want you to fuck me good and hard, Alex, please..."

Wasting no time, she slid her lips all the way down his (as yet) flaccid length, moaning in contentment before beginning to bob back and forth. One of her hands stroked along behind her lips as he started to swell and harden, while the other one snaked down and inside her panties, teasing her pussy. Alex sighed in pleasure and put his fingers in her long, voluminous golden tresses, kneading her scalp or tugging at the roots.

It didn't take her long to get him rock-hard, and she still pushed down the entire length, feeling him in her throat. He held her there and somehow swirled her tongue around the shaft before bobbing again. He was like an iron bar in her mouth, and she shivered in delight, thinking about having this wonderful tool inside her momentarily, here in a room on the university grounds. She knew that Mike and Karen fucked here on the campus regularly, and she intended to make a tradition of it for her and Alex too.

Alex pulled away and she gasped as she felt him take hold of her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her over to a large, study desk farther back in the dark room. He put her down on it and she straightened her long legs out while he stripped her panties off before putting her legs over his shoulders. Alexa let out a choked grunt as his tongue slithered around her already gooey pussy, flickering against her throbbing clit. She bit her knuckle and willed herself not to cry out as he lashed her increasingly slippery womanhood mercilessly.

"Oh my God, Alex," she panted, her eyes almost rolling up into her head. "Fuck me, please..."

Her nephew smiled evilly and nodded, standing up again, her legs still braced against his body and shoulders. His throbbing tool easily found the entrance and slid inside. Alexa clapped her hand over her mouth and groaned loudly as he reached into her depths. She squeezed him fiendishly, as if her pussy never wanted to let his cock go.

He held her legs tight against him as he began thrusting deep inside. They knew they didn't have long, so this would be quick and savage fucking, not lovemaking. Alexa panted behind her hand, not daring to remove it, because she was worried she'd be heard. No matter how many people on campus approved of their love, rutting like animals in a classroom was still not allowed.

Alex thumped his thighs against her ass, driving into her, determined to make her cum as quickly as possible. No one was wetter or tighter than Alexa, especially once her pussy was contracting around him. It was a silken, slippery vise. His hands reached forward and began squeezing and groping her large breasts and she keened in delight. She loved when he manhandled her breasts, his strong hands squeezing just right. It was as if they knew instinctively how to pleasure one another, and that had been the case almost since they first began fucking.

As if they were made for one another.

"Fuck me... fuck me..." she panted, moving her hand and letting it grip the edge of the desk she was lying on. Her eyes were locked on his silhouette here in the darkness as he thrust against her. "Fuck me and cum in me, Alex..."

Never able to deny her anything, he pumped back and forth harder, faster, spearing deep inside her. He felt his cock throbbing and expanding, and her pussy gripping him wetly. The incredible tingle was building inside him and he rammed into her, rather amazed they weren't breaking the desk.

Alexa clamped both hands over her face tightly and screamed, arching her back to get him as deep inside her as she could. Her pussy spasmed around him, bathing his midsection in her ecstasy while he growled and filled her pussy with his warm, pearlescent cum. His hands were gripping her shoulders now, pulling down to help get deep.

She flopped down on the desk, seeming boneless, and panting heavily. He could feel the warm sheen of sweat on her skin, and knew he was covered in the same. He carefully unhooked her legs and rested them on the edge of the desk while he stayed put between them, his hard cock still throbbing inside her. His heart was hammering in his chest, his whole body still awash with the pleasure of their shared orgasm.

Alexa's panting had given way to sighs and what could only be described as purring. Her hands slowly wandered around her body, gently fondling herself. Alex kept caressing her thighs, helping her come down. Finally, she opened her radiant blue eyes and smiled at him dreamily.

"Well, that'll keep my libido in check for an hour or two," she sighed. "Time to do my wifely duty and clean my man off..."

Reluctantly, she pulled her pussy away from his cock, feeling decidedly empty as it came out of her. With a sensual movement, she slowly turned herself around on top of the desk, her head now hanging over the side, his still-engorged member next to her face. Alexa hummed in pleasure as he slid into her waiting mouth. She swirled her tongue around the softening cock, cleaning him of their mingled cum while he pushed slowly and gently back and forth with his hips, shivering and reveling in the sensation of his aunt-wife sucking him dry.

Alexa took her time, loving the feeling of his cock in her throat. His hands gently caressed her breasts while she did it. She kept her pussy muscles clenched, greedily not letting a single drop of his cum escape her. She wanted it all, the exception being if she let a girl suck it out of her. Not this time, though. It was all hers, and nothing made her happier than feeling full of her husband's cum. It was her favourite gift.

Finally, Alex pulled back and let Alexa sit up on the desk. She sighed in contentment and rolled her neck slowly while he gazed at her incredible body in the dim light. She pointed to her little clutch, which he picked up and handed to her. She quickly pulled out a little package of wet wipes that she cleaned his manhood with. They'd simply have to put up with being sweaty under their clothes, but they were both perfectly fine with that.

And if anyone asked or suspected anything, what cold they prove?

"You excited about our aunts coming?" he asked as he began pulling his boxers on. "I know you said they're a big part of your pantheon, so I imagine it's okay to be anxious too."

She seemed hesitant to answer for a moment while she was sliding into her panties.

"You're not anxious, you're upset," he mused, pausing in slipping into his jeans. "You're loving the idea of surprising them, but you're not gonna be there for the big reunion because you'll be hiding at Freja and Jeanie's until Saturday."

"I guess I feel like I'm missing out," she confessed. "But I really wanna be my own surprise for them too, Alex. They're gonna see Jordan again, they're gonna freak out when they see Jenny is back... I don't mean to sound selfish, but I want my reunion with them to not compete with all that. I want my own day. Does that sound awful?"

"Not at all, it makes perfect sense," Alex reasoned. "And what if I told you I thought up a reasonable compromise?"

"You always seem to," she breathed, smiling at him dreamily. Alex was, if anything, even smarter than his parents, and a stellar problem solver. Ever since he'd come to get her from Paris and bring her home, it had been one of the central truths of her life that she relied on. "Tell me."

"You still won't be there, not physically," he explained, sliding on his shirt. "Buuuuut, if mom, dad, Jordan and I are all wearing tiny cameras that are hiding in clothes or jewelry, and if they're running through Ari's firewall, you can watch live from your laptop. We'll just hook them up to it. That way, you miss nothing, and can even cycle between cameras to keep up. Ari can save it all to a dedicated drive, so that it's available after."

"Alex..." she said, almost beyond words, her blue eyes crystalline, shining with near tears. "That's wonderful. I'll feel like I'm there, and after I get it all from Ari, I'll have it with me forever. You can get it all set up?"

He nodded. "Count on it. Mom'll love the idea, especially since she seems to love wearing hidden cameras. She blames dad, something about a caper together that invented Wi-Fi. I don't know."

"I feel so much better about all this now," Alexa sighed happily, sliding into her shirt. "You are the best thing to ever happen to our family, Alex."

"Pretty sure I'm biased about that being you," he chuckled, typing his shoes. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. Alexa melted into the hug, trembling in relief. Life just got better and better.

"Hit the lights please, Alex, so I can make sure there's no evidence left of the desk," she requested. She wiped it down, pleased to see no marks. Once she checked her compact mirror to make sure she was put back together, Alexa stretched her arms over her head and let out a squeaky sigh of happiness.

"People who don't wanna do that all day are stupid," she announced, beaming at him. "You've got Fraser and Linguistics now, right?"

Alex nodded. "And you've got advanced Arabic." They knew one another's schedules as well as their own, so coordinating was always easy. "Where's your study group after that?"

"Study Hall D in Wycliffe," she said, giving him a wink. "Much as I would love for you to come and pin me down on the table to give everyone a show, I doubt that's the right college to do it in."

"Probably never stopped mom and dad, but I know better than to ask," he said cheerfully. He walked over to the door and opened it, gesturing grandly for her to exit. She left the room in a swish and a wiggle, followed by her husband.

A professor happened to be walking by and raised an eyebrow as the infamous duo left the classroom. She watched them walk down the hall together, then looked at the room again.

She decided she was better off not knowing, sighed, and went about her business.

***

Blackwell Manor, Tuesday night, a large solarium, the present...

"Well, I am glad to hear that you're getting on well with Dr. James," Karen said casually as she sat in the large hot tub. Sitting close by was Jenny, and on the other side of the tub, Mike.

Jenny smirked. "Oh, like you expected otherwise, Kat. A delightful woman, I wish my own practitioner back home was so professional and thorough."

"I find she is most attentive to the details," agreed the bronze-haired goddess. "Am I right in assuming that she found you in perfectly good health?"

"Despite my constant assaults on my liver, yes," Jenny said, raising her martini glass with a sly smile before taking a sip. Karen took a sip of her Death In the Afternoon. "I am in remarkably good shape for a woman of my age. Must be all the clean living I do."

"If 'clean living' was the requirement for a long and healthy life, you would have been stillborn, Penrose," Karen replied, causing her guest to giggle. It was true. "Still, for the duration of your stay, she will be looking after you."

"I'll try to keep from being too big a pain in her arse," Jenny promised. "I imagine that's more of a gig for your husband in any event, since I know now that dear Samantha likes it in the bum."

"How you, of all people, are considered a model of propriety amongst the aristocracy is completely beyond me," Karen sighed, shaking her head and eliciting another giggle from Jenny.

Half a second later, there was a splash of water in front of them as Valentina burst up to the surface, gasping for air, her lovely breasts wetly on display. She was directly in front of Mike and she turned to look at Karen, her chest heaving.

"Okay, Mistress," she breathed, nodding. "He's primed and ready for liftoff..."

Karen made an elegant gesture toward her husband while looking at Jenny. "Countess, if you would do the honours..."

"Don't mind if I do, Kat," Jenny lilted, standing up and wiggling across the tub to stand in front of Mike. Val got out of the way, standing just to the side and watching. Jenny smiled down at her mighty host before turning around to face away from him. She slowly settled down into his lap. Once in place, she fished around between her legs beneath the water for a moment to find something and then raised herself up. Another few seconds passed before her eyes almost rolled up into her head.

"Ohhhhhhh..." she groaned loudly, settling back against Mike now, firmly spiked on his enormous tool. "Oh, Heavens to Gimbels, yes... Kat, lovey, every woman on the planet should be jealous of you, and not for your bank account."

"Master is the only thing that deposits more regularly for her than money," Val quipped, watching and smiling as Jenny began to squirm on Mike's lap. His huge hands came up and began fondling and massaging her breasts, making her moan and shiver. She braced her hands on his enormous thighs and started moving up and down, feeling his tool sliding in and out of her. Heaven.

"Gnnnn, Kat," Jenny moaned, her eyes closed as she fucked Mike. "You lucky tramp..."

"No need to inform me, of course," Karen replied, moving in closer to fondle and caress Jenny. Mike moved his hands to sit on the countess' waist while Karen leaned in and swirled her tongue around one of Jenny's nipples, making her shudder and gasp. Valentina dutifully flicked her tongue against the other nipple before sucking on and gently biting it. She hadn't fucked Lady Penrose yet, but no doubt she would soon.

"Dear God, woman," Jenny breathed, feeling herself already beginning to peak, so very quickly. "How do you endure this?"

"Decades of practice, and it wasn't easy, I assure you," Karen purred, smiling wickedly as she reached under the water and stroked Jenny's clit while assaulting her nipple with her tongue. Jenny seized up and then moaned in shameless bliss, almost convulsing, her nails digging into Mike's thighs while she was battered by one of the quickest and strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.

She almost sagged, and Karen leaned in to embrace her, keeping Jenny from sinking under the churning water. She gently pulled the countess off Mike, and looked at Val. "Tag, Miss Prospero, you're it."

"Yes, Mistress," Val said agreeably, clambering into her Master's lap and settling herself down onto him. She groaned loudly, but she was used to this by now. She put her arms around his neck and started almost bouncing on his lap, fucking him while Karen moved Jenny to the other side of the hot tub, cradling her close and smiling.

"Was that... revenge for my showing up unannounced in your class this morning?" Jenny asked rather feebly, her head still lolling about as she tried to recover. "You are inhuman, Kat, enduring that all the time."

"You'll adjust soon enough, of course," Karen said simply, caressing her beloved friend's cheek as they rested in the water. "You're just out of practice, I imagine."

"Normally, I would protest the assumption, hotly, but in this case you are right," Jenny sighed, pleasure still foaming through her system. "So good..."

"Are you looking forward to your night out with all the students you met up with at the pub?" Karen asked, reaching down under the water and cupping Jenny's well-used pussy, stroking it and calming her nerves down. She knew exactly what to do, even after all these decades apart. Nothing had changed in that regard.